My Daughter-in-Law's Secret Therapy

A sixty-year-old man's account: I went to the Men's Wellness Center for treatment, and the therapist turned out to be my former daughter-in-law.

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I went to a men's wellness center for treatment.

The therapist turned out to be my daughter-in-law.

My name is Ethan Roscente.

I just turned sixty this year.

Sixty is a milestone for everyone.

Especially for men.

Once you pass sixty, you're labeled as useless.

Both in and out of bed.

Before sixty, I looked forward to my weekly intimacy with my wife.

Now I dread those moments.

Friday night.

Lights off.

My wife's hands crept downward beneath the sheets.

She's seven years younger than me.

Well-maintained.

She could pass for a woman in her thirties.

Her long legs are particularly captivating.

I used to love when she wrapped them around me.

Now I simply can't perform.

She tried for several minutes.

Finding no response, disappointment flickered across her pretty face.

She knows my struggles this past year.

She's suggested seeing a doctor.

But I refuse to visit a urologist.

At my age, seeking help for sexual dysfunction would be humiliating.

I turned away, unable to meet her gaze.

I know I'm failing her.

A woman at fifty has strong needs.

But me? I just sigh.

She sensed my embarrassment.

She hugged me from behind, burying her face in my neck.

"Ethan, maybe try that men's wellness center? William says it worked wonders for him."

William is our neighbor.

Two years older than me.

He claimed he was impotent five years ago.

"Do it for me?"

She licked my earlobe.