Anyway, I'll try again. I've suggested my husband visit a doctor and have his testosterone level checked. He flatly refuses. He also refuses to try any of the herbal remedies they have out there. He once inferred that he might be willing to try Viagra, but has since changed his mind. Besides, he would only want the Viagra to prolong his erection. He wouldn't want to take it to increase frequency of sex. His problem has never been with getting an erection. His problem is with getting in the mood, which he has to be first before he'll allow himself to have sex. Yes, I said allow. Once he decides to be in the mood, he's capable of getting hard instantly. I don't even have to touch him. If he's not in the mood, however, nothing works. Sure, I can touch him and give him an erection, but he won't want to act on it unless he's "in the mood." Seriously, he'll roll over with his erection and fall asleep. So it's not like I can seduce him by getting him hard and then hoping animal forces take over. He has to make the decision in his own mind to have sex before anything happens. When it does happen, about half as frequently as I would like it to, his focus is almost completely on me. His favorite part of me to look at when we're having sex is my face. My facial expressions and reactions turn him on more than anything. If he closes his eyes, I know it's not because he's thinking of another woman but because he can't look at me any longer without climaxing and he wants it to last longer for me. I've offered sexual favors most men long for: oral, anal, watch me masturbate, oral in the car. Anything to get him in the mood. But there is nothing I can do. He has to be in the mood first and even then he's mostly so concerned about my pleasure that he denies himself. I live for those times when he lets himself go and forgets about my pleasure for a moment because he's all caught up in his own, although he usually apologizes afterwards for being selfish. I tell him he's not selfish. I tell him nothing turns me on more than him getting off on me. He must not believe me. Some girl must have made sex a big chore for him long ago and he just can't get past it. I don't know. But I love him. And slowly but surely it gets better. Slowly but surely.