I've been married since 1988, so you do the math. Before we got hitched we'd rut like crazed weasels. In one memorable weekend in a motel we set world records for the number of times. Still not sure how the boys survived. But I digress...
Early in the marriage, sex was frequent, very frequent. But we were both pretty inexperienced back then. We were lousy cooks, too. God, the food we'd eat... blech!
Volume was pretty steady for the first couple/few years, but the quality was maybe not at such a high standard.
Then came childbearing/childrearing. Unlike some of the other posters, we did it a lot while she was pregnant, right up until the day before she delivered. That was great, actually.
But childbirth triggered a long, tragic slide to the pit of despair (for me, anyway). For the next 13 years, give or take, she hardly ever wanted it. Thirteen years of begging nearly killed my interest.
But then as we approached 40, something remarkable happened.... a transformation of sorts. As the kid got older and more self sufficient, and our careers progressed so we didn't have to be all consumed by them, we started to find more energy and time for each other.
Sex started to re-emerge as a mutual interest. What was 2-4 times a year has become more like once a week.
Some of you young bucks may think once a week ain't much, but it's quality, not quantity.
We started out as lousy cooks, and are now both quite adept in the kitchen. We started out as inexperienced lovers, but are now fairly skilled. I wouldn't trade my sex life today, with the woman I love, for the twice-daily sessions of my youth. Not a chance.
This is just to say there might still be hope for some of you going through a dry spell. It might be a long dry spell (as mine was), but there just might be a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow.