Forgotten Sex

Forgotten sex As we were eating an omelette with tomatoes I asked my wife if we ever had sex because I had difficulties in remembering it or rather picture it. She said yes and said I was quite good at it which was flattering like being a good driver, I was once offered a job as taxi-driver but said no too boring. Then slowly I remembered something I had to do late at night when I would rather read a book as there was no TV back then. I remember it as a sweaty embrace, the fumbling and the ridiculous positions and then to be careful pumping along till she was ready and at ease. She wanted to sleep close to me her hair in my face and I was thinking if lucky it will take a week before I had to do something with her peculiar needs.