The reasons are irrelevant. My marriage had been over for a long time before my husband and I actually separated. After my husband departed, I felt great relief and I’m sure he felt the same. We went our separate ways without much rancor and are still friends. Typical children of our generation, when we married in the early sixties we were just out of our teens. My husband had some sexual experience, gained in the front seat of his car. I had none. Therefore, we had no way of knowing what was possible or what we enjoyed. So we explored. We petted in his 1956 Chevy while listening to rock music and watching the “submarine races.” I can still remember how my hunger was satisfied when he touched my breasts. I had never gone further so his touching my nipples was a culmination of some kind. Then, when he first touched my vagina, through my underpants, again there was a degree of satisfaction. This continued through his touching my bare skin, putting his fingers inside me, and my learning the rudiments of touching him.
