omniavincet
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- Aug 11, 2004
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(Sorry in advance for a lengthy post…)
Hi all, most of you don’t know me yet – I have lurked on and off over the past couple years and have just recently starting posting. To cut to the chase: My wife and I have been together for 22 years – since high school. Early on I raised my various kinky desires with her but she got totally freaked out and that shut me down. I knew I was unusual, but too young to know the price that keeping it all bottled up was going to take. Over the next 20 years I said nothing, zero, nada about it. Vanilla all the way.
In the wake of various midlife rumblings on both sides, about three months ago I dropped the official bomb after a morning of sex. My wife was complaining about how society expects women to do/want certain things in bed, etc., and from nowhere I blurted out that the same was true for me and that I was bisexual, submissive, and had always been, etc. She took it okay, but we didn’t hit details – I glossed over what I meant by both terms, she didn’t press, and it dropped. I felt better on one hand – finally out the closet, but increasingly uncomfortable on the other – another shoe had yet to drop.
The shoe dropped yesterday. We take long walks on Thursday mornings; sometimes we have sex afterwards. We had a great time yesterday, but then we started talking about sex and she asked me whether our sex life made me happy. I have lied about the answer to that question at least 100 times in the past – but I didn’t, I couldn’t, lie yesterday. I just stared at her, dumbstruck, until she starting crying. Then the dam broke loose and I got very, very specific about how I feel, what I feel, the fact that a part of my identity has been buried, that my entire sexuality is based on this identity, that it doesn’t just affect my sex life but my whole life. She cried a lot. She isn’t freaked out by the alternativeness per se, but feels like she can’t make me happy: she has zero dominating impulses in the bedroom. She immediately jumped to worrying about me leaving her, or about me cheating on her if I get too frustrated with things, and feels like a marriage can’t handle people having sex with others even if it’s just to accommodate a D/s need.
We talked a lot and by the afternoon we got to a better place, I think. She wants to try new things and to read about D/s and what motivates the kinky types. But I tell you all: I’m still worried as hell about what has just happened. One minute I have an erection because I get an image of my wife tying me up and spanking me; the next minute I picture her getting pissed at me because I’ve dropped a bomb on our life. And I am worried about my own mental state: once you let the genie out of the bottle, will I wind up getting so frustrated that things get too hard to cope with? I love my wife, our three kids, have always and will always be faithful, and yet this looks like a hell of a situation.
Bottom line: I would deeply appreciate hearing from anyone who has experienced this situation or similar.
OV
Hi all, most of you don’t know me yet – I have lurked on and off over the past couple years and have just recently starting posting. To cut to the chase: My wife and I have been together for 22 years – since high school. Early on I raised my various kinky desires with her but she got totally freaked out and that shut me down. I knew I was unusual, but too young to know the price that keeping it all bottled up was going to take. Over the next 20 years I said nothing, zero, nada about it. Vanilla all the way.
In the wake of various midlife rumblings on both sides, about three months ago I dropped the official bomb after a morning of sex. My wife was complaining about how society expects women to do/want certain things in bed, etc., and from nowhere I blurted out that the same was true for me and that I was bisexual, submissive, and had always been, etc. She took it okay, but we didn’t hit details – I glossed over what I meant by both terms, she didn’t press, and it dropped. I felt better on one hand – finally out the closet, but increasingly uncomfortable on the other – another shoe had yet to drop.
The shoe dropped yesterday. We take long walks on Thursday mornings; sometimes we have sex afterwards. We had a great time yesterday, but then we started talking about sex and she asked me whether our sex life made me happy. I have lied about the answer to that question at least 100 times in the past – but I didn’t, I couldn’t, lie yesterday. I just stared at her, dumbstruck, until she starting crying. Then the dam broke loose and I got very, very specific about how I feel, what I feel, the fact that a part of my identity has been buried, that my entire sexuality is based on this identity, that it doesn’t just affect my sex life but my whole life. She cried a lot. She isn’t freaked out by the alternativeness per se, but feels like she can’t make me happy: she has zero dominating impulses in the bedroom. She immediately jumped to worrying about me leaving her, or about me cheating on her if I get too frustrated with things, and feels like a marriage can’t handle people having sex with others even if it’s just to accommodate a D/s need.
We talked a lot and by the afternoon we got to a better place, I think. She wants to try new things and to read about D/s and what motivates the kinky types. But I tell you all: I’m still worried as hell about what has just happened. One minute I have an erection because I get an image of my wife tying me up and spanking me; the next minute I picture her getting pissed at me because I’ve dropped a bomb on our life. And I am worried about my own mental state: once you let the genie out of the bottle, will I wind up getting so frustrated that things get too hard to cope with? I love my wife, our three kids, have always and will always be faithful, and yet this looks like a hell of a situation.
Bottom line: I would deeply appreciate hearing from anyone who has experienced this situation or similar.
OV