My wife and I have been talking about having sex for a few days now - she promised it's over due. You see, in marriage, we do it when the guy just can't handle being neglected and starts to get grumpy. That's especially true when young kids are in the family. So we put the kids to bed, locked the door, and started to get busy.... after my wife finished messing around with her games on the phone, because nothing says full attention like needing to finish Farm Heroes. I tried to go down on her and taste her pussy, but it didn't last long because she never liked doing it. So we tried to go straight to sex... but she felt dry, so we took out the lube. That didn't last long because she still felt uncomfortable and I was too lubed up to feel much anyway. So I jumped in the shower to clean the lube off, and as soon as she put down her phone (again) she began to give me a BJ to help me get the edge off.... but that lasted about one minute and she had to go to the bathroom. By this time I was shriveled up from disappointment. While she did her business in the bathroom, I went to the spare bedroom to lie here in bed pouring my frustration to everyone on this board. This is a comedy of errors in real life. This wouldn't be a big deal if sex was on the menu on a regular basis, but I can count in one hand how many time we have it in a year. She knows, because we talk about it. But I'm a gentleman with a kind heart, a good husband. I think about this mathematically. If I have sex 5 nights over a 365 day year (one year was none), I have sex less than 1% of the time. Yes, this is marriage. And people wonder why the BunnyRanch and its sister brothels thrive. We men need sex because it significantly defines who we are as men. Deny us that and we are less of a man. Sounds extreme? I don't think so. We talk about needing to increase see the frequency, but there are countless excuses. If I write down all of them, I'd have a pretty big book. I miss you all at the ranch. Things are much less complicated there.