My hope for humanity is that my neighbors are sex positive people and he is not ashamed to keep jack-off lube handy.
I’ve been having some nice conversations with fellow blogger bdenied. If you don’t regularly look at his blog, I’d suggest you check him out. Good fun with he and his wife.
Either way, we stumbled into a conversation about my years of seething anger resulting from issues with my wife.
Just up front I should tell you that life is good. I mean, my relationship with my wife is as good as it has been in years. I attribute a lot of the good vibe to the ongoing relationship with our friend JD.
JD visited this week and while I wasn’t home to participate, I benefit in other ways. My wife shared pics and she shared details. But the biggest benefit to me is the sexual satisfaction she gets from thier romps in the sack. And that is where our conversation took the direction of discussing the below the surface anger and resentment I’ve held onto over the years.
If you’ve followed the blog for a number of years, you probably recall the many posts I wrote about our rocky times. I learned to simply let everything go, let her have her way at all times, and for the most part take the backseat when it came to my feelings.
People, if you are in a relationship and you are the controlling party, always dominant in the day to day relationship (not even talking sex here, at all), then beware of the partner you are creating for yourself. I am the result of years of a controlling wife who confidently ran the show. It isn't that I am one of these sissified cuckolds you read about, no offense to those of you who enjoy that moniker, but I fell into this pattern of life as a way of simply going along to get along. For you, the overbearing controller of the relationship, I promise, you will regret it.
Reading this blog, you have witnessed the joy my wife gets from me, the husband, happily opening our marriage to others. I simply no longer believe that monogamy is the norm, so she is free to enjoy her relationship with my friend, JD. Too bad for him, his wife doesn't feel as open. Just saying.
But as much as I am turned on by the idea of, the visual of, the mental description of a married woman fucking a man who is not her husband; I'm not sure that I would have put this situation, this incredibly satisfying situation into place had it not been for the anger and the underlying, smoldering resentment I had and I guess still have for my wife and the way she treated me over the years.
Think about that for a minute.
I could never fuck my wife again and I wouldn't care. Yet, I'm turned on by watching or knowing about our friend fucking her. I enjoy images of my wife sucking my friend's dick. I like seeing her spank him. I love the taste of his cum on her body. That part is because I'm Bi and I enjoy the taste of cum, but you get the point.
I don't know what to tell you. I am not the example when it comes to these sorts of relationships. I know a lot about being a Stag or a Cuckold or the husband of a Hotwife. I can school you. I can tell you where to learn more and I can give you advice on what not to do. But truth is, as hot as it is (and believe me, it is very, very hot), this lifestyle is not for everyone. And my arrangement, as much as it works, is not the perfect example.