I've been married since 1984 and turning 50 this year. In the beginning of our relationship when I met my wife in 1981, as most young people do, we had sex very often when the opportunity "arose". We had sex whenever we could and wherever we could. I remember clearly on our wedding night, we went from "fucking" to "making love". Through the years and six children later, we have had our "fuck" times, and we have our "love" times. It is a big difference when I can look into the eyes of my wife at the end of a love making session, and can see a sparkle that just says "I love you". There are times when we are a little noisy, and times when there is just heavy breathing of passion. There are times when she is the one that initiates the sex, while other times I will want it. I understand there are times when neither of us want to do it and understand that we have our moments that we take matters into our own hands. Now, as we both turn 50, I can still look into my wife's eyes and see the sparkle. Sex, at several times a week and more than once a day in 1981, has turned into a once a week "I love you" session that still satisifies me and still confirms that I married the right woman for all the right reasons.