Date: 8/21/2017, Categories: Bisexual, Author: dondave, Source: LushStories
Like many married men, I was pretty happy during the early years of my marriage. We were very much in love, and everything seemed new and fresh and wonderful -- particularly where sex was concerned. Dana was a lively partner in bed; there wasn’t much I wanted to do that she wasn’t willing to try, and I think she would say the same of me. Not that we were particularly kinky, but we were pretty adventurous about when, where and how we did it. My wife got a serious thrill out of fucking in places where we ran a fair chance of getting caught, and several times we did. But as the years wore on, and kids came, and responsibilities multiplied, our sex life suffered, as it does for so many couples. It was great when we did it, but we didn’t do it often, and after a while I think we were both going through the motions. She didn’t even seem interested in getting caught anymore. For a long I found a way to make my peace with this change. I figured all couples go through it. But I reached a point -- as I guess many people do, both men and women -- where my sexual urges simply weren’t being satisfied. I had always been a frequent masturbator, even when our sex life was at its peak, but now it seemed like I was beating off all the time and enjoying it less and less. I can truthfully say I wasn’t actively looking to stray outside my marriage. But it’s not exactly true to say I was totally resistant to the idea, either. I took more notice of other women than I had in years, and I realized ...