He wanted to talk to her. Just talk. And he did. First at the catering table, and then, over the next few days, coffee and dinner. On her last night t...ere, they kissed. They both wanted more, but held back. Neither said why. Distance. Since then there had been a few phone calls and emails. These though, they tried to avoid. Instead there were letters. They both felt the same way about the written word expressed on paper. More soulful, more romantic. And yet patient and subtle. He could make out. And when we were both almost completely dressed, my body said ‘one more time,’ so I tore off my clothes and then tore off her clothes, and climbed on for another go round. And we were both having fun, and our parts were meshing as before, when she reached over her head, pulled a razor sharp commando knife from a sheath she had hidden at the head of her mattress, and held it so the point was just above my right kidney. ‘What are you going to do now?’ She asked, with a wry grin and taunting eyes.. Now with his pants around his ankles I caressed him between his thighs as I sloppily sucked his cock. Spit and precum filled my mouth washing thick white rings of saliva up and down his rod. I could feel him growing in my mouth as I continued to wrap my tongue around his cock. Dropping to the floor went his video gaming controller crashing as I removed his jeans entirely. Matt stood up and tossed me into the couch face down with my ass up. He began reaching up my skirt and rubbing my thick. Our sex life, while once robust, has become, I don't know, stagnant. Yeah, that's the right word. It's not going anywhere these days, and hasn't been for the past five years. Elaine simply quit having sex with me and shows no interest in ever having sex with me anymore. At first I thought she was seeing someone, but that simply wasn't the case. I have asked her on several occasions to please go seek counselling with me, but she said that no amount of talk could make her suddenly want sex with.