Late last night, I’m jet lagged & dead asleep, TC is calling. He’s horny and wants me to talk dirty to him. But my thoughts have turned towards my wife. Who is singularly the best person on the face of the earth IMHO. A great wife, wonderful mother and loving companion. But we never talked about sex stuff, whereas TC will easily chatter with me on the topic.
I wonder how many married husbands face this dilemma, a good marriage but perhaps a less fulfilling physical aspect. Are they into on-line porn? Hitting the strip clubs while on a business trip? Arranging one night stands? Or perhaps indulging in the classic cheating with the secretary? I was mindlessly unaware if my own friends were up to this.
My wife was the mother of my children, the matriarch of the family, the keeper of the flame. The mere thought of something elicit, naughty or just plain dirty wasn’t on my mind sexually with her. Strictly missionary so to speak. Women become wives and then mothers and with that a change in prospective from their man’s point of view.
Women always want to be seen as a woman first, I suspect, and no doubt hate the onset of the “Mommy” syndrome. It was only after I cheated on her (OK – so it was with a guy, details details), that we finally talked about sex and I realized what a nasty little girl she wanted to be. She wanted to be sexually satisfied and do whatever to please me.
X-Tube has plenty of videos of women who “f*ck” their husbands with a strap-on and perhaps these husbands are just a little gay (ain’t we all). What matters is that each person is open and happy.
The point is, I wonder aloud where my entire journey would have been altered had I simply talked about things openly with my wife. Now you hardcore queers in the “once a cocksucker, always a cockersucker” camp may well be right, but there clearly is a gray area. So if YOU think there’s an alternative, may I suggest you give communications a shot before venturing OUT.