· Ch 1: Failed lover I wait, holding her purse as she tries on another outfit in the dressing room. She walks out wearing a blue dress, spins around and asks me what I think. I can tell that she is not exactly thrilled with the dress. I tell her it looks okay, but we should probably keep looking. We are there shopping two weeks before her 20-year high school class reunion. She has done a great job of getting in shape and I know she wants to make an impression on her old classmates. She has done well, I am a very successful physician and keep in good physical shape, and she physically looks as good as she ever has. My wife stands around 5’2” and is a very petite brunette. She comes from a small town about an hour away from the city where we live and she only stays in touch with a few of her old high school friends. I, for one, will be happy to escort her to her reunion. I did not attend her high school, we met in college, and I will be happy to see the guys from her high school look at her as, “the hottie who got away”. We walk into this sophisticated store that has mostly black clothing. I follow my wife Tracy as she looks through the various dresses and I just look around not paying attention to anything in particular. After about 30 minutes of browsing, she asks me to hold her purse and wait for her to show me her outfits for my opinion. As I wait outside the dressing area I think about how much I adore my wife, she really is a fabulous and attractive woman. We have been married for 15 years; have two kids, a girl 13 and a boy 10. She is a great mother taking them to dance and swimming practices as well as being active in their school. She visits the gym on a regular basis, which keeps her small stature trim, and she has beautiful dark brown hair and matching gorgeous brown eyes that can melt any man. “Jake, Jake, Jake!” I hear as I come out of my trance. I look over and Tracy is wearing this black mini dress with a draping front that reveals a classy but ample amount of cleavage. My mouth drops! I just stand there looking at her not saying a word. “Well, I guess I have my answer, I take it you like the dress.” “You look fantastic!” I continue, “I think that is definitely the dress.” She smiles, then looks at me with pouty eyes, “It’s kind of expensive”. I reply, “I don’t care how much it costs! It’s yours!” She smiles and returns to the dressing room to take off the dress. She returns and we walk toward the counter to pay when she stops. “You don’t think its too revealing do you”? “You will certainly look sexy, but you should be proud to still be as attractive as you are. Anyway, you are married, they remember how you were a ‘good girl’ in high school, and I think you will come across as very confident wearing that dress.” “Yes, you’re probably right.” She says as we continue to the counter. We got home later and busied ourselves with the normal routines of the day. It’s a Saturday and as we pick up the children from their friend’s houses and decide to get a bite to eat. When we get home everyone is tired and the kids go to bed early. Tracy and I have a glass of wine while we watch a movie. Tracy is leaning against my chest as we watch the movie. One of the female main characters in the movie is having an affair. The husband is attractive and successful, but kind of the nerdy type. She is an attractive brunette and she is having an affair with the neighbor’s pool guy, a tall, thin dark-skinned Spanish man with tattoo’s. I quip, “I know the husband knows better than to hire him, but how can you stop the neighbor. But then again, lucky for her.” My wife just smiles and gives no response. I guess it was a combination of the wine, the movie, and seeing my wife in the black dress earlier, but I became extremely aroused. I began to kiss her neck and shoulders and asked if she wanted to go to bed. “I want to see what happens to the pool guy.” She says. I reply, “I can be your pool guy.” We head to the bedroom. She climbs into bed while I remove all my clothing before getting into bed. I begin to kiss my wife passionately, and move my hands over her body. Usually I put a little more effort into foreplay, but this evening I was extremely aroused. I removed her clothing and immediately climbed on top of her. She seemed to be aroused as well and I slipped in easily. Well, just as before, I don’t know whether it was the dress or the movie but I lasted a dismal minute and a half. After I composed myself, I looked at my wife who was trying to hide her disappointment and said, “I am so sorry, I was just too excited!” “It’s okay”, she says and rolls over with her back to me. I hold her lovingly and kiss her back as she falls asleep. I think to myself about how much of a failure that was at lovemaking. As I lay there I tell myself I have to do better, for one I have not been blessed with the largest of penises. My penis is only 3 and ¾ inches when erect, and I have taken showers with other guys, so I know I am well below average. Tracy has not had sex with anyone other than me, I was her first and only. She has never complained, and before children, because she was a virgin, we seemed to match up pretty well. However, since she has had children, I can feel the difference and I suspect she can as well. For the past ten years she only has an orgasm when I go down on her. I resolve to myself that I should make sure to go down on her before having sex, I was just a little too turned on this evening. As I lay there I also began to question if my wife is really satisfied with our sex life. She has never complained but is she just being kind to me, and while I lay hear thinking about my inadequacies as a lover, is she silently thinking about a tall, dark Spanish man with tattoo’s? Is that what she will dream of tonight?