Deadshovel8
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- May 14, 2023
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Without going into a therapy session, the last 17 years have been, by definition, sexless for me. One of the dumber aspects of this truth is that when the planets align and wife and I do have any kind of sexual contact, she's very much into it. Yes, all the standard attempts have been made and failed, blah blah...you know the deal.
Anyway, out of my frustration was born my fantasy of sharing my wife. Not even with me participating. I mean not even with me having to be in the room...or the house, or the state. In fact, I was at the height of my fantasy when I imagined her having sex while I was at work. So I guess "hotwifing" is more accurate. I even eventually pitched this idea to her, knowing it would go over like a led balloon. But who cares? What do you have to lose when you already aren't getting laid?
So fast-forward a couple years, and now she is "open to it" if the logistics ever worked out. Well, we aren't social people anyway, so the chances of the "logistics" working out are 1 in about ten million. But that hasn't stopped my fantasy. In fact, I have leaned into it heavily as a means to both continue to find my wife attractive (absence of sex WILL be detriment to that) and keep my interest in nightly masturbation.
Since then, my fantasies have increased. I have even arrived at the point of being aroused by imagining my wife in scenes of...distress with alien tentacles. I'm not sure that this is a side effect of no sex, insanity, or aging, or whatever. I've even capitalized on my knowledge of software editing to take pictures of my wife (which she, oddly enough, used to let me take) and create said images of distress. Now, I have never actually gotten off with those images, but I certainly can prime myself to them.
I could have just come out and asked if anyone likes tentacle porn, or find the idea of the "damsel in distress" scenario hot. But...here's some added backstory, anyway. What say you?
Anyway, out of my frustration was born my fantasy of sharing my wife. Not even with me participating. I mean not even with me having to be in the room...or the house, or the state. In fact, I was at the height of my fantasy when I imagined her having sex while I was at work. So I guess "hotwifing" is more accurate. I even eventually pitched this idea to her, knowing it would go over like a led balloon. But who cares? What do you have to lose when you already aren't getting laid?
So fast-forward a couple years, and now she is "open to it" if the logistics ever worked out. Well, we aren't social people anyway, so the chances of the "logistics" working out are 1 in about ten million. But that hasn't stopped my fantasy. In fact, I have leaned into it heavily as a means to both continue to find my wife attractive (absence of sex WILL be detriment to that) and keep my interest in nightly masturbation.
Since then, my fantasies have increased. I have even arrived at the point of being aroused by imagining my wife in scenes of...distress with alien tentacles. I'm not sure that this is a side effect of no sex, insanity, or aging, or whatever. I've even capitalized on my knowledge of software editing to take pictures of my wife (which she, oddly enough, used to let me take) and create said images of distress. Now, I have never actually gotten off with those images, but I certainly can prime myself to them.
I could have just come out and asked if anyone likes tentacle porn, or find the idea of the "damsel in distress" scenario hot. But...here's some added backstory, anyway. What say you?
