My wife and I had been trying to get pregnant for months, and I was fed up with sex on a schedule, not to mention no oral or anal.

It was all-vagina, every time. But until we made a date to go to a movie on a Saturday morning, I had no idea she was as sick of it as I was.

Sharon convinced me to go to the first show of the day, at eleven in the morning — saying we could see the movie we wanted without dealing with little kids or teenagers — and afterward we were supposed to meet friends for lunch. Since we had plans for later, I wasn’t surprised when she came downstairs in a blouse and skirt, but I was surprised when we got to the theater and she bought tickets for a movie that was definitely not being marketed to teens. Inside, the theater looked like a sparsely populated AARP meeting. There... Read More