OPINION:
The first time it happened I put it down to the booze. We’d had friends over for supper, and therefore gin and tonic, wine and then, somewhat randomly, toffee vodka. By the time we got to bed we were both pretty inebriated and our fumbling didn’t amount to anything.
The second time, I initiated it and although things started well, once again, it didn’t amount to anything. “Is everything OK?” I asked my usually pleasingly virile husband. “Fine,” he snapped. “I’m just a bit stressed, OK?”
I left it at that but the dwindling has since become a rather regular occurrence and our once excellent sex life has decreased to a couple of times a month – if I’m lucky.
My husband is 14 years older than me but the age gap has never really been an issue until recently. I’m in my early 40s and now the children are a bit older, I am relishing having more time to myself. I go to the gym at least three times a week and try to do a weekly pilates class too. My body is back to its pre-baby shape and I’m feeling good. I like to look after myself by eating well and having regular trips to the hair salon. I’m also partial to the odd facial and massage.
