It is rare for couples who manage to maintain quality sex after many years of marriage. Many factors influence it, justified or unjustified, and it cannot be said that there is someone’s blood clot. It just happens. Only couples who are both extremely open, with a strong desire and an open mind manage to maintain a high-quality sex life until the end and for “normal” ones, sex becomes less common than going shopping. I am not an exception, so I belong to this group of less fortunate. All of you who are married know very well what I’m talking about, but in order not to delay the introduction, let’s get down to the story.

I was 25 years old when I met my wife, who is 3 years younger than me. Until then, I had several relationships and even more adventures, so the number of girls in whose pussies my dick was fourteen in total, which puts me in the category of relatively successful. At that time I didn’t have a permanent job, I was doing anything and everything from waitering, repairing and selling cars, and construction work, so I always had money to spend and have fun. Yes, fun and parties were my priority, and work was just a means to have fun.

It was the beginning of summer and I had some free time before my waitering season began, and of course, I used that time in the best possible way, drinking every day in cafes and clubs in the immediate and wider surroundings.

I came home that morning all screwed up at that time when the already beating sun awakens depression and a guilty conscience and when you just pray to God that the parents have already gone to work. That way I don’t have to always listen to the same speech, well known to everyone. I was lucky that morning as far as my parents were concerned. I emptied the fridge well and regretted it with an unknown number of beers. Then came the best part, lying in bed and lighting a cigarette, but the crumpled box in my jeans pocket was empty. Going to sleep without the ritual of smoking was not an option. I put on those same jeans and that sweaty t-shirt that was thrown on the floor waiting for Mom to put it in the washing machine and headed out.

Although it was less than two hundred meters to the kiosk, I didn’t even think of walking, instead I sat in my neat VW Golf and decided to treat the locals to the unbearable noise of the cut exhaust. Still drunk and hungover, while my longer hair covered my face, I got out of the car and shouted, “Maria, give me a Marlboro light.”

Maria worked in that kiosk all her life. And that old woman never retired and always looked the same.

Leaving the car door open and the engine running, I approached the kiosk. Squinting from the sun and angry that I hadn’t put on sunglasses, I tried to read the headlines of the displayed newspapers. Holding money in my hand, I waited for Maria to give me cigarettes with a few insulting words, but nothing happened. So I repeat -- “Maria, one Marlboro.”

At that moment, I looked through the open glass and saw a girl who was smiling. “Maria is on vacation,” she said and laughed.

I quickly pulled myself together, we exchanged the money and cigarettes. “Oh, sorry, I’m a bit wasted, it was a hard night,” I said.

She laughed once more and briefly said - “I see.”

Of course, I wanted to stay a while and start some talk, but I decided that I had already turned out to be a jerk and that I had better go. I took a good look at her. She had a very beautiful young face with minimal makeup. Black straight shoulder-length hair and that was enough for me to start liking her at first sight.

“Um, I’m going, so I don’t make any more nonsense. I’ll see you when I’m back to normal, just tell me your name?”

“Irena” - she said briefly with a smile on her face and I left. I sat in the car and stepped on the trottle unnecessarily as I turned around and then honked my horn. That morning I fell asleep with Irena in my mind.

I woke up in the afternoon but the kiosk was already closed. The next day I spent quite a bit of time standing by the kiosk telling stories. Irena laughed at my jokes, which meant I wasn’t boring to her. In the following days we talked a little more seriously and got to know each other better. Irena didn’t go out much, so my way of life, where I am in a different place every day, was very interesting to her.

She accepted my invitation for coffee and then for an evening out. I passed the test because she also accepted the swimming invitation. I was polite and attentive and I did not push. I didn’t touch her or try to kiss her. I was waiting for the right time. She slowly got to know my friends and went out with us. My friends were already talking about how I feel. Why I’m always with her and why I take her everywhere and I don’t fuck her or anything else. Of course, I wanted to, but I still waited a little longer. Patience soon paid off. However, one evening I felt a strong closeness while we were in the cafe. That evening we were constantly close to each other and hugged. Later when I drove her home, we had our first kiss. From then on, we were officially boyfriend and girlfriend.

Irena was from a small place about ten kilometres away and didn’t move around much in society, that’s why I didn’t know her before. She was a real cutie, that’s how she looked and that’s how she behaved. The baby face and cute hairstyle were enough to make any man like her. She had a very nice posture, beautiful shoulders and neck and breasts. They are the between a C and D she had a sexy little belly showing. She had somewhat wider hips, which was by no means a disadvantage because her beautiful big ass was the trademark of her body. Her ass is so good that everyone turned around to see her.

That night, when we kissed for the first time, I didn’t push, but I still wondered how long I would have to wait for sex. She didn’t give it to me that evening, but the next evening my car was bouncing in the woods not far from her house. From then on, we had sex every day, except on the days of her period, when she jerked or sucked me. We mostly fucked in the car or sometimes took the opportunity when one of us was alone at home.

In the middle of the summer, a replacement was appointed for her and she took a vacation while I was a waiter on the beach. We had crazy parties. We went out every day, went crazy and had sex whenever and wherever we thought of. The rest of my company also had girls, so there were a lot of us and it was always fun.

At the end of the summer, I had to think again about what I would do during the winter. Irena got a job transfer to the city, which was not good because the journey from her house to work took more than an hour in one direction. That’s when I came up with the idea to rent an apartment in the city. In the city I would have a better chance of finding a permanent job and for her, because of her work, such an option is excellent. But most of all I was attracted to the fact that we would live together. Alone and without elders ... Priceless. Irena liked the idea. I had money to cover the rent for several months until I found a job. On that same day we browsed the classifieds and went to the city to look at apartments. I immediately put the first one she liked on the table and the next day we slept in the apartment for the first time.

I immediately found a temporary job in a car wash after ten days and a few months later a permanent job in a warehouse. It’s hard to describe how happy we were and how nice it was to live together and alone. Of course we fucked whenever I wanted. She never emphasized sex, but she never refused. I didn’t mind that she was a bit conservative about it though because I was totally fine with the fact that we had sex a few times a day whenever I wanted. I didn’t mind that she didn’t talk openly about sex. It didn’t bother me either that she didn’t want to watch porn or that masturbation was something very perverse for her, it wasn’t even mentioned. Toys or some more perverse things were never a topic, but it didn’t matter because I filled her pussy three times a day. Yes, at that time we didn’t care about contraception anymore.

We liked that kind of together life. We went out less and less and had more and more fun with friends in the apartment. Already in the first days, we met each other’s parents and I could say that our relationship was serious.

Soon after having sex so often and cumming in her pussy brought the expected result.

One morning I came home from night shift just before she left for work. “I’m going, babe. Look at this on the table,” she said.

I kissed her and closed the door, went to eat and then read the newspaper in the kitchen. It wasn’t until halfway through that I remembered that she told me to look at something on the table. I went to the living room and saw a pregnancy test on the table. There were two dashes. I received it somewhat expectantly and proudly.

I knew that my crazy youth was over and that now I was growing from a young man into a man. I was happy. I sent her a message, “Juppy, we’re having a baby”. I immediately got out and headed to the kiosk where she was working.

She was kind of scared when she saw me. She was probably worried about my reaction. But when I burst into the kiosk and started kissing her and shouting - “I’m going to be a dad”, her facial expression changed ... She was happy.

I had no idea that those few months would be the last days when I would have sex every day. Soon we got married and then the birth followed. And then, as it usually happens with a small child, finances, business and current problems. Sex falls, not by the second.

Into the fifth plan. It mostly takes place once a week quietly under the blanket and with much less passion. After a while, the situation seems to improve, but then another child comes along and then it’s all over again. As I said before, some relationships manage to bring back the passion and despite the pace of life we ​​have to maintain relationships several times a week, but in many cases much less.

Especially with this case. Sex fell to the monthly quota and often even less. No, I don’t even think of blaming Irena because she is conservative and because sex is the “last hole in her pipe.” It’s also my fault. Eighteen years ago the mere thought of Irena would have turned me on, but now I can’t be turned on by the mere fact that she is lying next to me in bed. And still clothed and covered up to the neck without any tendency to try to seduce me at least a little. She is not the one who will try to seduce or fuck me. I am no longer the one who will crawl on her all the time waiting for her to eventually turn on and at least take pity and let me shove my dick in her pussy for a few minutes.

Since we don’t want any more children, cumming in the pussy was not an option anymore and contraception has never been on the agenda as a topic. Don’t get me wrong, Irena is still gorgeous and looks sexy. Maybe even better than ever. She could really pass as a girl in her late twenties or early thirties and I’m still in love with her, but if she’s not sexually charged that’s the truth.

Given that I am one of those men who think about sex five times a minute, the advent of the Internet has further corrupted me and awakened the pervert in me so that all those hidden things in the corners of my brain begin to open up.

While Irena slept or took care of the children or watched television, I exercised my sexual urges on the Internet on porn sites, chats or various forums. One night while jerking off with a kinky roleplay with a girl from the Netherlands, I realized that I hadn’t fucked in over two months. I wondered if I could enjoy sex with my wife again. The next day I casually said that we should change something about our sex life, which she agreed with. However, we did not continue the conversation until a few months later when I repeated the same thing and then she answered - “You’re not suggesting some kind of perversions, are you?”. I told her I wasn’t suggesting anything but I am open to anything. She thought about it a bit and said that if I meant group sex, she wouldn’t be able to watch me with another woman and asked if I could watch her being fucked by another man. I gathered my courage and said that I would. She was not angry, but that was the end of the conversation.

A few months later, we were lying on the beach, and she unprovokedly said - “Well, maybe we could.”

I didn’t understand what she was talking about, so she clarified a bit. “Well, what we talked about,” she said.

Then I tried to remind everything we talked about the last few days. I really couldn’t think of anything until it clicked. “Oh, that’s what you mean, in what combination?” I asked.