Coupling Two. More Filthy Erotica for Couples

Part IV

Coupling-being a couple-is a hard thing to define. It’s great, it’s hard, it’s wonderful, it’s daunting. It’s not all good, but it is all worth it. I think that’s how I look at it. Being one half of a whole (and that is how I think of us. One unit.) can often be frustrating beyond belief. But, if you flip it over (already it’s sounding dirty), it can often be the most amazing thing you will ever experience.

My husband-“the man” to those of you who read me regularly-is my best friend. That’s a huge part of being a couple, if you ask me. He’s my lover, my partner, my friend, my teacher, often he’s the only person on the face of the planet who can understand where I’m coming from…and still love me.

I’m sure there are days that the urge to kill me-or at the very least, duct tape my mouth shut-is nearly overwhelming. And I have similar days, I won’t lie. I think that’s pretty damn normal, because marriage, even wonderful ones (17 years and counting as I write this), can be hard to maintain. It takes a lot of work and a lot of love and a lot of…really knowing each other.

Put that last component in the bedroom and you have a recipe for awesome. I have discovered and developed *ahem* interests since I met the man that I never had before I met him. Things that I once would have socked a man for suggesting we do, turn me on with him. There have been many firsts since we met and I’m sure there will be many more. And that’s saying something since I was 23 when I married him and he was 30. We were not, by far, virgins. But like I said, firsts-we’ve had ‘em. Which is all that matters to me.

I’ve discovered a lot about myself inside and outside the bedroom thanks to him. Every day, I continue to discover, which is really all you can ask for in a relationship.

Am I the same person I was when I married him? Nope. Is he the exact same man I married? Nope. Do I love him? More than I can describe with words, and words are what I do all day every day.

What amazes me most is how we’ve grown together and how the unit we formed so many years ago seems to keep shifting and evolving and yet never waivers. It just gets better…because we work at it. Lots of sex helps, but damn, so does lots of talking and lots of laughing and lots of patience. And did I mention sex? I did. Oh. Sorry. But it is super important.;)