LifeIsGood1971
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Hi,
I'm wondering if anyone can relate to what I'm about to tell.
I got married several years ago to a sweet, pretty, smart, and successful woman my age. We were happy for the most part, but sex and sexuality was always an issue. She was raised in an extremely strict Catholic family and had many of the sexual hangups that some very religious Catholics have. She had a rather low libido and was very plain vanilla, whereas my libido was extremely high and I am experimental. The difference was not so huge that it was an issue in our relationship, however.
Once we were married, however, her sex drive changed. While she was never enthusiastic about sex, she quickly grew to view and talk about it as a chore. She also learned to withhold it as a weapon to use against me when she was displeased over something; I guess given her low libido this was an easy thing for her to do, whereas from my perspective it seemed like cutting off one's nose to spite one's face. On the rare occasions we did have sex, she often didn't come and asked me to hurry up. At one point, as I began to get frustrated and angry, I stopped asking for or expressing any interest in sex just to see what she would do -- a month and a half went by without her so much as mentioning it.
Additional problems quickly developed in our marriage, and after two and a half years of married life (and 6 years of being together in total) I was at the end of my rope -- depression, that feeling of suffocation, the works. Over the final 12 months, we had sex 2 or 3 times. I felt ready to give up.
One day at work, I signed up for a free one-week subscription to an online dating service. I flirted a bit, I suppose to get some positive self-affirmation. I then came across the profile of a woman who looked like a model or celebrity, from her writing had a mind to match her looks, and clearly had an interesting personal and professional life. Her profile said she was 56.
I wrote her, and she wrote me back. In my second e-mail, I explained that I was not separated as I said in my profile, but was actually still married. She asked what the problem was, and I explained. We began writing back and forth. Her name was Mary. After a few days, we chatted on the phone.
Over the next two months, we talked every day; sometimes for hours. The emotional and intellectual connection was instant. We saw eye to eye on issues. We had great debate. We found each other's life histories fascinating. We had the same sense of humor. Mary also told she was not 56, but 61 -- older than my mother, and with children older than me. However, she looked like a woman in her late 40s (former model and actress). I was dying to meet her. She was extremely conflicted -- over my being married, over our age difference, over the 95-mile distance between us. I pursued her relentlessly.
After two months of talking on the phone, she let me come and visit her on a weekend afternoon. The physical connection was absolutely unreal. Mary is 5'7", about 140 pounds, with outrageously long legs and a large 36C. Slim, but incredibly curvy. Picture a late-40s Catherine Zeta-Jones with blond hair. We were in bed 10 minutes after walking into her home and spent the entire day there, both of us insatiable. We had the same open attitude toward our sexuality, and both of our drives were off the charts. Six weeks and four visits with Mary later, I told my wife I was moving out and wanted a divorce.
It's now three years down the road. I am long divorced, and Mary and I are still together. I am 34, and she is 65. My parents and her children are unaware of our relationship. Friends know that I was dating a much older women, but think it is now over. Mary is my best friend, and an unparalleled lover. Our sex is deep, and often profound -- we sometimes go for four hours at a time. Weekends are spent without putting on clothing. We alternate between the sweetest, most tender lovemaking and the rawest fucking, with everything in between. We are uninhibited to a degree I've never known. I feel like my dreams have come true, and don't know how I got so lucky.
After our first year together, we spent the next year on a rollercoaster of breaking up and getting back together. We both kept saying it had to end -- I wanted children and a normal family life, she wanted someone her age who could become a part of her childrens' and grandkids' lives. Yet, we could never stay away from each other for more than a few weeks, always giving in to what our hearts wanted.
After months of agonizing, about a year ago we decided it didn't make sense to break up and that we could and would pursue an even more alternative relationship than the one we had. I would re-marry and have a family, but Mary would remain my friend and lover. The best of both worlds, assuming we could pull it off. We have been discussing this for a long time, and I have started dating women my age, and so far so good. We are going into it with our eyes open and aware of (and hopefully avoiding) the potential pitfalls. Knowing there was no foreseeable end in sight made our relationship even deeper, and even more open. Things became better than ever.
In the last 3 months, something fascinating has happened. While I was married, we had always rationalized away our affair -- i.e., we said I was miserable and was going to leave my marriage anyway, and our affair was basically not a factor in my decision to leave my wife.
In just the last few months, we have been able to admit and accept the truth -- I very clearly left my wife for Mary.
I think I would have eventually gotten divorced anyway but I don't think it would have happened nearly as quickly, and it's possible we could have worked things out -- but once I met Mary I didn't at all care to try and all I could think about was being free. Mary, for her part, admitted that even though she used to tell me to try to work things out, deep down inside she had very much wanted me to leave my wife and actively helped it happen.
Admitting this turned us on BEYOND BELIEF and has become a regular part of of and enhancement to our sex life. When we fuck, we often talk about it -- how poor my sex life with my wife was, the lies I'd tell my wife to be able to get away to see Mary, the fact that I left my wife for a woman twice her age. It's some of the hottest sex we have ever had, and that is saying a lot -- our sex life to that point had already been the best either of us had ever experienced, and discussing our affair took it to a new level of eros. And it's not just when we are fucking; we sometimes get into it during extra-long, slow sessions full of kissing and eye-gazing.
We are getting aggressive with it. I recently sold the sterling silver set my wife and I received as a wedding gift, which had sat unused in a closet for years, and am using that money to buy a new bed for Mary's room. We now talk about that too and the obvious symbolism of it -- my wedding gift is paying for the bed that I, and the woman I left my wife for, will fuck in. There was some money left over, and I gave it to Mary who bought a piece of furniture for herself with it. I'm now in the process of selling off the last of my wedding gifts I still have -- some crystal and other things -- and Mary is going to use that money to buy the bedding for our new bed. This is all very purposeful -- I make enough that these things could be bought without using wedding money, but the linkage makes us ridiculously hot.
And last night, while I was masturbating her shaved pussy, Mary began asking me about the diamond earrings I bought her last Christmas. It quickly struck me that I spent a full 5 times more on Mary's diamond earrings than I did on the diamond earrings I bought my wife for our wedding. This drove Mary and me wild. It gave us both some of the more mind-blowing orgasms we'd ever had. Again, that is saying a lot because our sex life the past three years had already been amazing beyond words. I then had Mary actually put the earrings on, she tied her hair up to show them off, and we did it all over again. It was one of the most erotic nights we've ever shared.
The last few weeks we had been fantasizing about me calling up my ex-wife and making small talk while Mary sucks my cock and quietly sits on it, our eyes locked. We almost did it last night during the earring episode, and at the last moment Mary said, "I'm not ready yet" -- the key word being "yet." It's definitely going to happen. Mary said she wants to wait until our new bed is delivered so we can be in it when I call, but I'm not sure we're going to be able to wait that long. We're also planning to, for the first time, celebrate the actual anniversary of my leaving my wife; we're planning a very naked and very erotic day.
We realize this is all rather wicked, and that at the same time that this is the very thing that makes it so delicious. There's no guilt, I guess due to some combination of a lot of time passing since the actual events, the fact that no one knows but us and no one is being hurt by it, and the fact that it feels so fucking hot.
Am curious to hear what people think of this, as I know it's unusual and I haven't heard of this kind of play before.
I'm wondering if anyone can relate to what I'm about to tell.
I got married several years ago to a sweet, pretty, smart, and successful woman my age. We were happy for the most part, but sex and sexuality was always an issue. She was raised in an extremely strict Catholic family and had many of the sexual hangups that some very religious Catholics have. She had a rather low libido and was very plain vanilla, whereas my libido was extremely high and I am experimental. The difference was not so huge that it was an issue in our relationship, however.
Once we were married, however, her sex drive changed. While she was never enthusiastic about sex, she quickly grew to view and talk about it as a chore. She also learned to withhold it as a weapon to use against me when she was displeased over something; I guess given her low libido this was an easy thing for her to do, whereas from my perspective it seemed like cutting off one's nose to spite one's face. On the rare occasions we did have sex, she often didn't come and asked me to hurry up. At one point, as I began to get frustrated and angry, I stopped asking for or expressing any interest in sex just to see what she would do -- a month and a half went by without her so much as mentioning it.
Additional problems quickly developed in our marriage, and after two and a half years of married life (and 6 years of being together in total) I was at the end of my rope -- depression, that feeling of suffocation, the works. Over the final 12 months, we had sex 2 or 3 times. I felt ready to give up.
One day at work, I signed up for a free one-week subscription to an online dating service. I flirted a bit, I suppose to get some positive self-affirmation. I then came across the profile of a woman who looked like a model or celebrity, from her writing had a mind to match her looks, and clearly had an interesting personal and professional life. Her profile said she was 56.
I wrote her, and she wrote me back. In my second e-mail, I explained that I was not separated as I said in my profile, but was actually still married. She asked what the problem was, and I explained. We began writing back and forth. Her name was Mary. After a few days, we chatted on the phone.
Over the next two months, we talked every day; sometimes for hours. The emotional and intellectual connection was instant. We saw eye to eye on issues. We had great debate. We found each other's life histories fascinating. We had the same sense of humor. Mary also told she was not 56, but 61 -- older than my mother, and with children older than me. However, she looked like a woman in her late 40s (former model and actress). I was dying to meet her. She was extremely conflicted -- over my being married, over our age difference, over the 95-mile distance between us. I pursued her relentlessly.
After two months of talking on the phone, she let me come and visit her on a weekend afternoon. The physical connection was absolutely unreal. Mary is 5'7", about 140 pounds, with outrageously long legs and a large 36C. Slim, but incredibly curvy. Picture a late-40s Catherine Zeta-Jones with blond hair. We were in bed 10 minutes after walking into her home and spent the entire day there, both of us insatiable. We had the same open attitude toward our sexuality, and both of our drives were off the charts. Six weeks and four visits with Mary later, I told my wife I was moving out and wanted a divorce.
It's now three years down the road. I am long divorced, and Mary and I are still together. I am 34, and she is 65. My parents and her children are unaware of our relationship. Friends know that I was dating a much older women, but think it is now over. Mary is my best friend, and an unparalleled lover. Our sex is deep, and often profound -- we sometimes go for four hours at a time. Weekends are spent without putting on clothing. We alternate between the sweetest, most tender lovemaking and the rawest fucking, with everything in between. We are uninhibited to a degree I've never known. I feel like my dreams have come true, and don't know how I got so lucky.
After our first year together, we spent the next year on a rollercoaster of breaking up and getting back together. We both kept saying it had to end -- I wanted children and a normal family life, she wanted someone her age who could become a part of her childrens' and grandkids' lives. Yet, we could never stay away from each other for more than a few weeks, always giving in to what our hearts wanted.
After months of agonizing, about a year ago we decided it didn't make sense to break up and that we could and would pursue an even more alternative relationship than the one we had. I would re-marry and have a family, but Mary would remain my friend and lover. The best of both worlds, assuming we could pull it off. We have been discussing this for a long time, and I have started dating women my age, and so far so good. We are going into it with our eyes open and aware of (and hopefully avoiding) the potential pitfalls. Knowing there was no foreseeable end in sight made our relationship even deeper, and even more open. Things became better than ever.
In the last 3 months, something fascinating has happened. While I was married, we had always rationalized away our affair -- i.e., we said I was miserable and was going to leave my marriage anyway, and our affair was basically not a factor in my decision to leave my wife.
In just the last few months, we have been able to admit and accept the truth -- I very clearly left my wife for Mary.
I think I would have eventually gotten divorced anyway but I don't think it would have happened nearly as quickly, and it's possible we could have worked things out -- but once I met Mary I didn't at all care to try and all I could think about was being free. Mary, for her part, admitted that even though she used to tell me to try to work things out, deep down inside she had very much wanted me to leave my wife and actively helped it happen.
Admitting this turned us on BEYOND BELIEF and has become a regular part of of and enhancement to our sex life. When we fuck, we often talk about it -- how poor my sex life with my wife was, the lies I'd tell my wife to be able to get away to see Mary, the fact that I left my wife for a woman twice her age. It's some of the hottest sex we have ever had, and that is saying a lot -- our sex life to that point had already been the best either of us had ever experienced, and discussing our affair took it to a new level of eros. And it's not just when we are fucking; we sometimes get into it during extra-long, slow sessions full of kissing and eye-gazing.
We are getting aggressive with it. I recently sold the sterling silver set my wife and I received as a wedding gift, which had sat unused in a closet for years, and am using that money to buy a new bed for Mary's room. We now talk about that too and the obvious symbolism of it -- my wedding gift is paying for the bed that I, and the woman I left my wife for, will fuck in. There was some money left over, and I gave it to Mary who bought a piece of furniture for herself with it. I'm now in the process of selling off the last of my wedding gifts I still have -- some crystal and other things -- and Mary is going to use that money to buy the bedding for our new bed. This is all very purposeful -- I make enough that these things could be bought without using wedding money, but the linkage makes us ridiculously hot.
And last night, while I was masturbating her shaved pussy, Mary began asking me about the diamond earrings I bought her last Christmas. It quickly struck me that I spent a full 5 times more on Mary's diamond earrings than I did on the diamond earrings I bought my wife for our wedding. This drove Mary and me wild. It gave us both some of the more mind-blowing orgasms we'd ever had. Again, that is saying a lot because our sex life the past three years had already been amazing beyond words. I then had Mary actually put the earrings on, she tied her hair up to show them off, and we did it all over again. It was one of the most erotic nights we've ever shared.
The last few weeks we had been fantasizing about me calling up my ex-wife and making small talk while Mary sucks my cock and quietly sits on it, our eyes locked. We almost did it last night during the earring episode, and at the last moment Mary said, "I'm not ready yet" -- the key word being "yet." It's definitely going to happen. Mary said she wants to wait until our new bed is delivered so we can be in it when I call, but I'm not sure we're going to be able to wait that long. We're also planning to, for the first time, celebrate the actual anniversary of my leaving my wife; we're planning a very naked and very erotic day.
We realize this is all rather wicked, and that at the same time that this is the very thing that makes it so delicious. There's no guilt, I guess due to some combination of a lot of time passing since the actual events, the fact that no one knows but us and no one is being hurt by it, and the fact that it feels so fucking hot.
Am curious to hear what people think of this, as I know it's unusual and I haven't heard of this kind of play before.
