How I Turned My Man Around And Off Viagra.....

If there is one thing that has annoyed me in the medical field it is where are the articles telling women what to watch for in their husband's for signs of sexually slowing down?  What to look for as he ages.  Aging can begin very young.  It is not necessarily an older thing of the 50's.  A man can start to have some erectile problems already in his 30's and 40's.  Just not a defining time.  Men sexually peak far before we women so sexual wise we are not on the same page.  A woman gets more sexual as she ages and a man slows down.  But to find him when this is happening and to help him is the problem. He does not want to admit it.  He is embarrassed.  This is his manhood.
 
I am not sure when I first noticed this with my husband.  Maybe slightly in our mid 50's that I noticed that he did not have the staying power, but I ignored it.  He has always been a great stud but as the 50's progressed  I noticed this more.  I only started giving him great oral around our mid to late 50's.  Before that it was a duty and not done with as much love and hunger as it would become over the years. Now I am an animal that attacks him.  I love man.  The taste of a man deep in your mouth in sexual heat.  Why does it take us women so long to go to our animal side of ourselves?  Why can't we just give in and let ourselves break free?  Again our Eve syndrome.  Bashful, hide thyself.  Chaste and sweet when we want to be dirty and sexy.   I am not sure but  I believe this is part of the maturing woman.  But I do know that it sure was part of this maturing woman. 
 
Soon I noticed that  I was not able to orgasm like I used to.  He would not stay down  eating me out for as long a period of time. He had problems holding his erection. I am like many women who cannot orgasm just like that and often I would fake it.  I could see that he was nearing his ejaculation point and needed entry and so I would go with this to satisfy him.  Stupid on my part as I should have fondled him and played with him and given him oral to help him out.  But why do we women as we age find it easier not to do these things?  I wanted to be satisfied yet did not do the things to him that he needed.  It was my fault that soon he too was having erectile problems.   We were having  sex  but it just was not as good as before.  It was more hurried sex.  Not like now.  He just would not be able to hold it for as long.  I guess this is age and I  could have helped but was not aware of this at that time.  Just plain stupid.
 
When he was  64 he had an appointment with the doctor for a physical.  I did not go with him and so had no idea of what he was doing or talking to the doctor about. I never go in with him for a physical anyway.  He came home and I was sitting on the bed in our bedroom.  He went into the bathroom and came back out and handed me a piece of paper.  I looked at him and asked him what that was.  I could see it was a prescription for something but was confused and he  had not said he was ill.  He said it is for Viagra.  I was shocked.  No, I was sent on my butt with shock.  I could not believe what he was telling me.  Why you?  You are OK.  You do not need this.  But he argued with me that he did.  He said he was having a hard time holding his erection and had talked to the doctor about it and had gotten some pills.  Take one-half to start and if that is not good enough take a whole one.  I was furious.  I took this as a personal attack on me.  I was not enough woman to make him hard.  I had failed him.  He comforted me and made me understand and soon all was well.  That afternoon we tried one.   It was awesome.  He was hard for a good two hours and we had sex all over the bedroom.  I felt terrible that I had said something but that part was past.   So you see I am a hot head.
 
Life continued and we had great sex.  His prescription called for eight per month so that was twice a week.  I  enjoyed scheduled sex but liked the other way better but so goes life.  We usually had it in the afternoon and once in a while he would take a pill in the morning before he woke me up.  It was different and I did enjoy his having time to perform good oral on me and I took care of him. 
 
Around December of 2004  I could feel me changing.  I had lost weight.  About 70 pounds and I knew that I was coming out.  My whole body told me that the sexual me was changing.  I understand this now more than anything but this whole Forum thinks I am nuts so what the hell.  I was also seeing a difference in my husband.  Twice he had taken the pill and it had not worked.  We would get to the starting gate and the horse would not run.  Disappointing but true.  They do not work all the time.
 
On this occasion we were in the new house.  I was horny and we had not had sex for eight days.  I was very, very hot and bothered.  I had ejaculated in May and we really had hot sex when we did.  We had lunch and he was going downstairs to work on his hobby.  I was furious.  Here I am standing with sex juice dripping down my leg and he is going downstairs.  I was annoyed and questioned him what is going on.  We have not had sex in eight days and you are going to go down and play with your toys.  I was mad and humiliated as I wanted it.   He replied he had forgotten and then he told me that  the Viagra had been giving him such bad headaches.  He does not have high blood  pressure so this was not the case.  He went ahead and took his pill and we did have sex.  Again he got a headache.  That night the new sexual me from ejaculation and seeing the porn on the Internet and generally waking up in life, decided it was time to try to take our life into my hands and help.  It was a big challenge but when you love someone you will.  I also decided that I would not tell him what I was doing as this would put too much pressure on him and I did not want to do this.  After losing all the weight and knowing how good I looked and how sexual I was, I had the confidence of a porn star.  And come to think of it, this was the way I was going to act.....And I did...
 
Thinking  back at this moment, I don't know where I got the idea that I could do what I did.  Maybe the confidence in the woman that I am.  Maybe knowing how sexual I am with him or just maybe because I loved him more than my own life. But I plotted.  The next evening I started my new venture.  He had always wore pajama bottoms to bed.  No longer would he wear them. I wanted him naked.  He now wore nothing.  He had always wanted to do this.  I didn't.   This was the old me who had just discovered the hot woman in herself that was ready to rock and roll.  They came off and with it a man who was being praised for his beautiful body.  A man that I could not resist when I tucked him in bed.  I stay up later than he does but I started to rub his shoulders and be all that the woman should be to a man that she loves.  Kiss him deeply and love him with my eyes and open heart.  I would lean down and suck him off.  Taking a limp penis and sucking it to perfection and praising my man for being what he was. Flirting with him, taking him back to yesterday.  Bringing him to life.  Making him again feel young and he took the bait.
 
The mornings were my magic time.  I had ordered three Victoria Secret short nighties.  I never wore the panties with them.  Every two days I shaved clean as I know what my man loves.  I would get up to use the bathroom which has a separate area off the master bathroom.   He would be in bed waiting  for me and I would go to him.  Each morning  I would put a good dose of rose glow on my nipples.  All around them.  Make them stand out.  Big and erect.  Since I self lubricate I never needed to add this.  This was part of the new me with ejaculating.  I would go to the side of our king size bed each morning and stand in front of him and drop my nightie.  About as sexy as a woman can.  Then I would go to him.  Expecting nothing but to be cuddled and we would lay together and kiss deeply and he would suck on my erect nipples sending me to heaven.  Most of the time I would be fingered deeply and so often he would go down on me.  I would suck him off as we played our game of love.  This was my routine.  Each day and each night.
 
During the day I never stopped flirting with him.  I still have not.  I never will.  He is my man and I will do this until the day I die because I love him.  Our days were never the same then as they are now.  Sometimes I would come up behind him and caress his butt.  Often reaching into his pants and pull out his c**k.    I would look at him as I played with him and tell him what a man he was all the while seeing the life come into this stud that I married.  He was starting to believe in himself.  He had become young with me helping him and I watched his change. I can recall one day while sitting at the computer he came in to me.  Stood in front of me and in front of the open wooden blinds I pulled him out of his pants and played with him and gave him oral until he moaned with the want of the woman I was.  Dam, I was good.  Still am.
 
Within the first two weeks I brought another sexual action into the bedroom.  I noticed while we were side by side holding each other the rise of an erect penis.  I was thrilled.  Soon I noticed it more and more.  Then my next action.  I don't even know where it came from but  I took his stiffening piece of manhood and would spread open my lips of love while we were laying on our side and stick it inside me.  The first time this happened he was so surprised how hard he could get.  Soon I started grinding when we did this.  It became a sexual game with me to tell him how hot and big he was and that he was so big that he was reaching my c**t.  Those words of sexual love stirred him more and I used them.  Soon I would not have to but I used them anyway.  I talked dirty and he loved it. But I was taking a man of over 69 and turning him into a stud again. 
 
It was during the early morning sessions that I rode him for the first time.  We had laid and cuddled with his penis deep inside me as I made love to him.  He was big and he was hard.  Dare I take the big step and try and ride him.  Was he confident enough in himself to take this step.  He was and I talked him through it without his really noticing what I was doing as I mounted him.  Turned him slowly over to his back and sucked him one more time and got on him.  He was holding great and then I started the love making of a woman.  Using my nipples as bait I would lean down and put them into his mouth and tease him and lick his lips and deep kiss him.  Riding him high and talking to him of what a stud he was.  And he was.  He was marvelous and I love him so.
 
During the first two weeks that I started this venture, he took two pills.  After that never again.  I would say within six weeks the cowgirl began and over the shoulders.  As his confidence grew, he grew. I have found that this man has gained a good inch in length in his penis from all the wonderful stimulation and sucking.  Soon doggie followed and we were then one.
 
Now my man never fails.  I watch him closely and love him to death.  Not that I force him but that I keep him in love with me as all men must feel.  He must know that he is a sexual turn on and that he drives me wild.  And he does.  I would  never turn him down and he loves to make love in the morning.  I am a sexually hot woman and have turned him around to our yesterday.  I threw 8 bottles of Viagra out.  I kept getting them afraid that he would fail. Never looked back.  We are sexual at least three times a week.  I love to go down on him and he I.  I always let him know what a man he is.  Not obvious but know how to be a sexual woman.  He babies me and I him.  He has perfected how to ejaculate only about every three times.  That way it is not as tiring  and we can go maybe two positions each sexual union.  He ejaculates when he wants to.  He is in complete control of himself. Quite a guy. 
 
All this time he never knew what I was doing.  I never told him.  One day I was writing on the computer.  I was completing a blog on what I had done and felt him in back of me.  He was reading what I had written.  He then realized what I had been trying to do and had done.  He pulled me out of the chair and kissed me.  This is the story of our love.
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****This I want to add to this post.  I stay on top of him.  Always watch him.  Frequent sex begets frequent sex.  The more the better.  The more he gets, the more he wants.  I love it.   I love sexual intercourse....Fooled you on that word, didn't I???
 
Having my man at this place in life is just heaven.  Each day for us is like all our yesterday's.  We are just so much in love.  We never talk about his potency.  It is a problem he never had.  I never let him remember it.  I remind him of the hot and big man that he is now and how he makes me thrill to what he is as a man. If he needed Viagra again, I would love him just as much and still be his nurse pleasuring him.  
 
I play games with him.  Three days ago we had the most fantastic sex in the morning before we got up.  I mean it was just mind boggling.  The next day I was so heavily aroused.  My G-spot was filled and I needed sexual touching and licking to relieve me.  That is part of who I am.  I am lubricated constantly.  He was down in the lower level in his hobby room.  I called him on the intercom and asked him that if he would give me a finger F and maybe a little licking I would take him to McDonald's for a strawberry shake.  Needless to say he came right up.  Just maybe for the strawberry shake.  We tied up the puppies and headed to the master bedroom.  He had his shorts, shoes and shirt on.  This was a ME thing.  I took off my bra, shorts and panties and laid down next to him on the bath mat on the bed.  I knew this would be soaked.  I was hot.  I had been hurting and sometimes when a person is stressed they need sex to unleash the passion they feel.  This is the way that I am.
 
We laid side by side.  He started by sucking my breasts.  When he started to do this I knew that he was already in big trouble. He was hot.  He stayed sucking and biting me for  more than a few minutes and then lowered his hand to my wet crotch.  I opened and moved in my grinding motion for him.  Soon he could not resist and down he went on me.  I saturated him with my love juices.  That man eats a woman better than any person alive.  He has a tongue like a lizard and a hot finger that goes up as far as my heart.  I adore him.  I had so many orgasms I could not count them and he was so much into this act that all the sudden I did not feel his hands anymore.  Just his hot tongue licking me.  I knew what he was doing but I played my woman game.  Honey, that is enough.  You have done wonderful.  I am fine now.  Thank you so much.  I knew he was busy trying to unbuckle his pants and pull them down as I had again brought him to the point where he wanted to enter me and needed the sexual me that I have worked on.  He just banged himself into me.  He stayed in the missionary position and I looked up and kissed him as we met and had the most wonderful sex and again my man became a boy.  I praise him all the time of what a stud he is.  And he is.  A  woman can do this to a man but she has to be a sexual flirting woman willing to suck him when he needs it and never make him doubt how wonderful he is.  In these places we women fail.  I know I failed too, but was given a second chance.
 
So far since I was at the other Board I know of three women that have turned their man around.................one man was only 50 and had lost it very bad.....................he was on Viagra, he is now in the process of forgetting it with a woman bringing him on slow......Hope this helps someone....Take care, C