Namechanged for this. Sorry, it may be long and disjointed as I'm not really sure wher my head is at!
Been with DH for 12 years, married for 3. I'm 50, he's mid-40s. I love him, find him very attractive etc. He tells me he loves and fancies me. I would say that we are happily married; we like to spend time together, have shared interests, shared values, make each other laugh etc. We are very tactile and affectionate with each other in everyday life. Life together is generally really good.
But...our libidos and attitudes to sex have always been somewhat mismatched, and since I hit the perimenopause, it's got worse. My libido has skyrocketed, whilst as time goes on he seems to have got less and less interested in me physically. I am relatively adventurous, whilst he has previously described himself as a 'bit of a prude'. We have sex on average once a week, sometimes far less, and pretty much always on a weekend morning. It's always nice, and sometimes it's genuinely good, but it's predictable as hell, and it feels as if it's always on his terms. I never initiate any more as over the years I've been rejected by him so many times that I feel scared to try. I can't take the embarrassment or feeling like a.bloody desperate sex pest!
He has had some minor problems with ED and was given viagra which he's never used. Most of the time it's fine though, although I am aware that of course it bothers him.
Then a few weeks ago, we went away for the weekend, got a bit drunk together and had the most amazing night. Inhibitions had disappeared and it was fantastic (by our standards, probably still fairly vanilla for many but I loved it). He said at the time that he wanted us to be more experimental and spontaneous in bed. I was over the moon as I felt we'd broken through a wall that had been up between us. I was so happy!
Anyway when we got home after the weekend I ordered some lingerie and other bits and bobs, excited to gently move things in a more 'interesting' direction with DH - nothing major or OTT! But...he told me that he didn't want to ever do any of the stuff we'd done that weekend again (things that he'd initiated!) and made the point that he was drunk at the time. The lingerie stayed in its box.
So, we're back to square one, and I'm feeling rejected and frustrated. We've had sex since, and it's been fine, but I just feel as if it's so routine and predictable. I really really love and fancy my DH but I feel sexually rejected by him and as if I'm either too much, or somehow not enough. As time goes on I am getting increasingly frustrated and also feeling as if I'm not attractive to him anymore.
I don't need for us to be swinging from the chandeliers every night but equally the idea of doing the same thing once a week (if I'm lucky) for the rest of my life is depressing. I just want to feel like he really, really wants me now and again.
Is there anything I can do to shift this dynamic?