We met when we were still students, fell madly in love, and got married. Neither of us have had sex with anyone, nor have we ever felt the need. Sure, we had the likes of the moment, but we didn't want to take it to the next level.
We have been together for 45 years and have a fantastic sex life. We are not saying that we have not encountered challenges along the way. Twice I suffered from clinical depression, which made things a little difficult, and lately, sex is rarer than when we were younger. However, sleeping together, cuddling, have always liked us. I have learned to relax and have come to the conclusion that no problem if fireworks do not explode every time; there will always be another time.
In our twenties, sex life was linked to having children. The first three were planned, followed - when they were eight, six and five - by a pleasant accident. They are now in their thirties and forties and apparently their sex lives are good as well, having given us six grandchildren. Their births excited us both: the other side of a cycle that began with orgasm. I gave birth to my first three children at home, in the same bed where they were conceived. For us, this gave another meaning to the process of sex, pregnancy and birth.
We are very happy with our sex lives, inseparable from our love for each other, based on the mutual respect and promises we made to each other 43 years ago.
Written by an anonymous woman for The Guardian
