through the lobby, caught the elevator and rode it up to the penthouse suite, where James seemed to magically produce a plastic card key to the room. My mind was racing now. It wasnât my birthday, anniversary or any other special occasion I could think of. Once we entered the beautiful suite, there was no one popping out from behind furniture yelling âSurprise!â but rather, just the two of us. Now, I was really getting upset. I folded my arms and stood in the middle of the living room.
âOkay, James, enough! I have had it up to here,â I said, gesturing with my hand above my head. âYou tell me what this is all about. Iâve gone along with this little game long enough.â
âOkay, baby! I wanted to make this really special,â James said, taking my hand and leading me into the bedroom. âI know I have not been able to be the perfect husband to you for a while now, but that is going to change, starting today.â He gathered me up in his arms and began kissing me passionately, while massaging my breasts and buttocks.
âJames, what are youâ¦â I managed between kisses.
âLet me show you, baby! I just love you so much,â James said as he began unbuttoning my shirt and then my slacks. When he pressed up against me, I was stunned to feel his erection. I drew back and stared at him. There was a look in his eye that I had not seen since the first time we had sex.
âWhat happened? What did you do?â
âThat Viagra really is a wonder drug, baby!â
âWhat? Viagra! But what about your blood-pressure medication? Iâve heard that youâre not supposed to mix medications like that.â
âYouâre right, but my doctor is monitoring me closely. Iâm not worried, Iâm happy, excited even. Do you know how I feel as a man, wanting my wife and not being able to make love to you? You canât even imagine. I feel like less than a man.â
âBut, baby, you do give me pleasure and our marriage is about more than sex.â
âAmaya, Iâm not crazy. Youâre a young, beautiful woman who is full of life and most likely at her sexual peak. Without this Viagra, itâs just a matter of time before I lose you.â
âButâ¦â
âNo buts, itâs true. You can say what you want but I know the real deal. I havenât lived this long and learned nothing. Iâm seventeen years older than you and Iâm going to do whatever it takes to keep up. Allow me this,â James said as he began kissing me on the neck.
I had to admit it felt good. James and I had had many passionate nights while we were dating and through our first year of marriage. While I had been very content with the way things were, there was a part of me that missed our bonding the way a husband and wife should. For him to go to these lengths for me endeared me to him more than words could ever explain.
I tore open his shirt, kissed him passionately as we made our way to the king-size bed and hoped with the help we now had, nature would take its course. As luck would have it, it did, again and again and again.
On my way from LAX to the restaurant the following day, I thought about Mark. It was not unusual for me to lay everything out for him whenever he had an important meeting. Today he was to host his companyâs annual fundraiser. Having started out as the assistant grant writer for the organization, he was proud to have worked his way up to executive director, which was being announced today. But, it seemed that for most of the important moments in his life, I had not been there to share them. And today, not unlike many other days, my flight from Phoenix had been delayed. I had promised I would meet him at the event, but I was sure that after so many promises he had no faith that I would be able to make it before the event was over.
I squeezed my Mini Cooper into the only available parking spot within a two-block radius