Top Blog: XL GIRLS just smiled and passed it off. But I don't think I ever thought of him exactly the same after that. I always though of him and sex together. I don't think I ever fantasized about sex with him although if my husband was out of town on business and I was left to masturbate myself Jim might have creeped into my mind. But I was very sexually satisfied. I had had sex with only one man and it was terrific. My husband and I had sex often and I loved it. It wasn't as often as in our first years but I figured that was normal.
Then he died. My husband died. At sixty-eight. I woke up in the morning and he didn't. Very traumatic to realize the body next to you is dead and perhaps has been for a while. A really bad couple months. It's not just difficult, it's impossible to get over something like that. After a couple weeks off I went back to work. Began to spend even more time at work. Which was good in some ways. Certainly good financially, which is the one area where I was already well off. I decided that I should sell our house. I don't need, don't really want, a large home like this and all the details of running it.