This is kind of a classic disconnect, and, from a male perspective, I find it as hard to even remotely understand your perspective on this as you find it to understand your husband's. Sexual pleasure and release is, literally, the greatest possible physical pleasure, bringing with it a relief and clarity unmatched by anything other than possibly the use of recreational drugs like heroine. I can't imagine placing such an experience on a rung BELOW reading a book or getting a facial. 'Transcendent, life-affirming euphoria? No thanks, I just want to read my book.' Women never appear more like actual alien beings to me than when I hear that kind of thinking. I just can't imagine being so painfully indifferent to sex and sexual pleasure.