It's hard for me to believe, but it's been a year since I last posted a blog page here. A year ago I was thrilling that my husband had received a good report about his heart health from his cardiologist. Just last week he had an echocardiogram, and today he got the results from the cardiologist. Once again the news is good! Despite having had a cardiac artery bypass several years ago, his heart function is strong for a man of his age.
Some of you may recall he had lost his aviation medical for a while, with great associated psychological misery to a guy who has loved to fly his whole life, but he got that restored and is happily back flying. Other than being bothered by a little arthritis, he's in remarkable physical condition for a guy 78 years old. I don't see him as an old man, I see him as the man I love, and he is still a hunk in my eyes. I'm graying and wrinkling but he still sees me as the girl he met two decades ago.
Still, the age demon is eating him, just as it does us all. He can see eighty looming on the horizon now, just as I realize that fifty is no longer a distant concept but a soon-to-be reality for me. We understood and worried about and talked at length about the thirty year age difference between us, and realized that eventually the age difference would deeply affect our lives. But we were determined to live the time we had together with love and joy. We have been married twenty years and we are still in love like teenagers. Little by little he let me teach him to be a klismo! While my love of enemas as a source of sexual excitement and satisfaction goes back to before puberty, to him it was a learned experience that I brought to him in his late fifties. At first he tolerated my klismaphilia, but he has learned across the years to enjoy enema-enhanced sex as much as I do.
There is no question that his body is aging, and his sexual prowess is declining at a time when mine is peaking. Just days ago he surprised me with a gift of a Motorbunny, a device similar to a Sybian. I, of course, overdid it playing with my new sex toy and am still a little sore yet today. This coming weekend the weather is going to be gray and rainy and perfect for a couple's retreat in our own house. I'm planning to give him a nice big warm enema and I'm going to have fun getting him to sit on it while I control the device.
We are happy and well, and still sexually bonded in joy. Thank you, God.