I stayed silent while Cindy put her things in the bedroom. A good sign in my mind. Because she loved peach tea I fixed us both one on ice. She came to me dressed in her favorite jeans and a t--shirt.
"Start from the beginning, and tell me what you've done to try to resolve this yourself." To my great and utter shock she pulled out a notepad and pen, ready and waiting to document my turmoil.
"Are you going to write this down?"
"Of course. We need a plan, and this is the only way to make sure we've covered all of the bases."
I didn't say a word. She must have noticed the fear in my eyes.
"Keep one thing in mind, Sir. I'm here for you no matter what. If we can never have intercourse again, ever, I will still love you just as much. And by the way, no intercourse doesn't mean no sex." She winked at me.
Desire pooled in the pit of my stomach. How I wished it could result in a massive hard on. For the next three hours I talked and she wrote. At first I feared humiliation, but she nodded and wrote like we were discussing what to add to our grocery store list. Her clinical attitude helped my outpouring of honesty. I ended my harangue with a shoulder shrug. "I don't know what else to do."
My intelligent pet went straight to her computer, and began searching for information. Her mind focused on one thing at a time, and she truly thought this could be solved. Fortunately for me I'd become her focus for the last ten years. In a way I guess I still was.
The next few days were awkward but I thanked God everyday that my pet hadn't left me. Cindy spent hours researching on the world wide web while I watched every DVD we owned. I cooked the two of us dinner, and persuaded her to come away from the Internet around nine o'clock one evening. She drained her wine, set down the stemmed goblet and motioned for me to follow her. "Let's get ready for bed." The twinkle in her eye put me on high alert.
"I thought I'd watch some television for a while." Her eyebrows rose and she crossed her arms. "Sir?"
"Who's the dominant now, pet?" I laughed and got up to make my way toward the bedroom.
"Always you, Sir."
Part of our relationship included a partnership. We'd agreed to a 24/7 slave-master relationship the night before our wedding but a lot of things had changed since then. Sometimes I forgot that. Cindy brought more than cooking, cleaning, and sex to the table.
We undressed in front of one another, and she slid between the sheets. I followed her lead and tried not to appear nervous. My pet pulled the sheet away from my body and ran her palms in circles on my chest.
"I miss playing with your chest hair, Sir." Her hand travelled down my body, massaging the whole way. She touched my groin area and pulled back.