Curious what ways if any you utilize to experience your bisexuality, especially if you’re married with children.
Do you watch gay porn, do you engage in threesomes with your partner, do you just talk about it, or do you do none of those things or something else?
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Is it kinda odd that wearing thongs was my first time asking myself, maybe I'm not straight?
title says it. i'm curious to know what kind of guy were you first attracted to? did you fight the feelings? who initiated it? were you nervous? did you talk about your feelings with anyone? were you scared? have you talked to that guy since?
thanks for answering.
Me (M, late 20s) and my wife (F, late 20s) got married young. I knew I wasn't straight in high-school, but didn't really want to address my sexuality as it scared me and I felt a lot of shame about it. Despite this, I told my wife before we got married that I wasn't totally straight. The conversation went well and we never discussed it further in any meaningful way until recently
After going through therapy and working out some other mental health issues, I have become much more accepting of my sexuality. I recently brought up this subject with my wife again and she took it well; however, she essentially said "I'm fine with this; however, I don't want to talk about anything related to your attraction to men"
So on one hand, I have a loving wife who is OK with my sexuality and on the other hand, she does not want to talk to me about anything to do with my sexuality. I'm at an impasse, I don't even know how to bring up being frustrated over her reaction. I'd appreciate help or advice from anyone who's encountered this before
TLDR; Wife was accepting of me being bi, but does not want to talk about it any further with me and I don't know what to do
Wanting to be more publicly visible about my Bi-ness. So far, a bi sticker in my wallet. Not sure I want to wear a bi bracelet (those rubber things), as it seems a bit "try hard" or slightly "look at me".
What subtle or overt Bi signs do you display?
For context: early 50s, cis male in a monogamous relationship with a cis female.
unsure what to do
I am really grateful for this space. I’ve already had a couple of gentlemen just like me, that have reached out and we’re just talking about things. And that’s exactly what I hoped what happened.
So the advice is, send a chat to someone and just start talking if you see something that resonates with you. Let’s get these conversations going both in the posts and in the private chats. I really really enjoy talking to folks so I’m always up to talk if you wanna send a message.
.I broke up with my ex wife in January. And since I have just been sexually frustrated with women and fed up.
I thought I was gay when I was in school. I was just never any good with girls although I was only attracted to girls. All my crushes were on girls, absolutely no boys.
Tried to convince myself I was gay in my 20s as I was SO incompetent with girls but the attraction to woman was so strong.
I developed urges starting at around 40 for the last 2 years.
Fast forward to today. I am just FED UP, absolutely fed up to the back teeth of being the nice guy that women need but no fucker wants. Ex wife needs me for my money but wants to shag Chad and Tyrone.
I've met this girl, who to be fair, said she had a partner when I met her.but it was one month after wife said she wanted to separate. I went to a gig with her and since been to a few gigs with her and been to a few theme parks together. We get on great, she's attractive and great company.
We went to Blackpool Pleasure Beach together today. But I'm the nice guy who arranges great days out for her, goes hunting for 45 minutes for a gluten free sandwich for her, listens to all her problems and listens to her complain about the guy who she shagged all last night, how she wishes he was more like me and he takes ages to text her back. And I just think, what the fuck is wrong with me. Just pissed off. Yet again, I'm the nice guy who she needs to have fun with, go out on days out, but again doesn't want, she wants another guy to shag her.
Just wonder if I would be best getting my sexual urges from men at the minute, I wonder if it was easier. I haven't tried it and not sure if I will like it but anything has got to be better than what I am doing now. Because I swear that women can smell the desperation on me.
I'm not sure I could cope with living in a relationship with a man, I could NEVER live without having sex with a woman. But if I had a buddy, where we could suck each others cocks, maybe have Vers anal, get on with him ok. I might feel less desperate with women, become a better man, get fitter and work on myself.
Just not sure how to find him. Sorry for the rambling, it's just been a long hard, frustrating, yet fantastic day but yet again left so disappointed and frustrated.
i’ve let two guys fuck me and fucked a few guys. mostly been with women. i’ve thought about licking up my cum off of her as a way to break in the fact that i’m bi. been together two months. should i do that or just tell her? idk how to just be straight up about it
Hey guys, I'm 19 and for several years now I've been questioning my sexuality. Basically, when I was 15, during the straight porn I watched, I often looked at the guy's penis as if it turned me on. Then I started masturbating to trans porn, and eventually moved towards gay porn, which I really enjoy, but I'm a bit lost. If anyone would like to explore this further, I'd appreciate it.
I (46m) met him on Grindr 2 weeks ago. We were at the same hotel, a few floors apart. I went to his room. I'm new to playing with men, just out of a marriage to a woman. I felt immediate chemistry. His cock was beautiful. Thicker than mine. Uncut, short foreskin. Dark, fat head. I loved it in my mouth. He came and I swallowed it. He sucked me too - it was the best blowjob I've ever had.
Now I'm sure - I love to suck cock
I'm looking forward to seeing him again
Who else?
I'm definitely still trying to understand my sexuality. I find some guys really attractive but then I've also looked at gay porn and think that I just couldn't handle sex...
It looks too much. And the knowing if you're top or bottom. It's kind of aggressive.
Does anyone else feel this?
!TW: Mention of past suicidal thoughts at age 15, and non-consensual sexual contact! Possible minor NSFW details in the text!
Hello, Everybody! I am sharing this story not with Russia, but with the rest of the world. It was incredibly important for me to not only share my difficult childhood and traumas, but also to provide a detailed description of my interests, hobbies, and personality, so that you can see and understand who I am from a variety of perspectives.
I am 30 years old, I am gay, demisexual, I live in Russia. I have a lot of energy, charisma, and I can stand up for myself with my word (I don't know how to fight), and I don't reach into my pocket for it. I don't pretend to be holy. I'm an ordinary person, and the Russian mat is literally in my blood. When necessary, I can swear very strongly and sharply in rude Russian. I know about the flaws of my body, but I don't consider myself ugly I am a very charming person, I have blonde hair and blue eyes. I'm small, I have an Egyptian foot. I can be sloppy in some small things, but I clearly know my responsibilities: I am an excellent cook, I know how to clean the house and I strictly observe hygiene. I have been working in the office in a medical chat for more than three years and I sincerely love my job I get great pleasure analyzing a huge layer of complex medical information in various fields. I work as a hairdresser in my spare time. I've been left-handed since birth, but for some reason I only cut my hair with my right hand I can't do it with my left. According to the zodiac sign, I am Virgo, but internally I feel more like a fiery Sagittarius. My brain is uniquely designed: I remember a huge number of things, thousands of frames are stored in my memory, even the most insignificant ones. I can open the calendar and remember any, even the most insignificant situation from the past, up to the time of the year.
I have very diverse interests. I am madly in love with cats (we have two of them now). I don't dislike dogs at all, I even sincerely feel sorry for them, because they are very attached to people. But at the same time, I'm afraid of them: as a child, two large puppies suddenly attacked me from the bushes. As they explained to me later, they just wanted to play, and no one bit me, but I was very scared. My only favorite dog breed is the collie. When I was a child, my mother told me that they were very kind dogs, and it was forever imprinted in my head.
I love playing Sims, Mario, Disco Elysium and even World of Warships. My favorite sport is badminton, and I also really like swimming pools and saunas. I can watch both deep, complex films and absolutely dumb comedies with equal interest. I love discovering new places, I deeply love painting and architecture I like Gothic, Romanesque and classical styles equally much. My favorite artists are Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael, Salvador Dali, Claude Monet, Mikhail Vrubel and Konstantin Vasiliev (Vasiliev, in my opinion, was especially amazing and good at painting trees there is an incredible atmosphere in his landscapes). When I have time, I enjoy reading books (my favorites are "Jane Eyre", "1984", "Dead Souls", "The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy", "Dracula"). I also really like alternative history, and I'm always open to a wide variety of points of view.
I love different music, especially from the USA and Europe of the 80s-90s, and I really like to listen to it on physical media on audio cassettes and CDs. My main idol since 2008 is Lady Gaga, although I am a restrained and not an expressive fan. Yes, I know that in the beginning she had a lot of simple and frivolous songs, but in fact she is a deep, incredibly multifaceted artist, and over the years she has proved it with a vengeance. She's not perfect either, but she's a real person. At one time, it was she who gave me a strong desire to move on, and the thought of her literally kept me from suicide at the age of 15. I also really like Whitney Houston, Chaka Khan, Donna Summer, Madonna, Elton John, Def Leppard, Duran Duran, Roxette, Led Zeppelin, Bee Gees and so on. I have a bit of mannerism in me, but at the same time there is also a purely masculine audacity: over the years I realized that I don't have my own ready-made fortress, and only I can stand up for myself. But at the same time, to be completely honest, I would really like to show more femininity in myself that gentleness and refinement that I simply cannot afford in our rigid patriarchal society.
I like big hairy men, and now I'm not shy about it at all. I also like guys with big Greek or Roman feet. I used to think it was ugly, but now I even see it as very beautiful. At the same time, having huge muscles is not important to me at all, but men who are too fat are also not my thing. My truth in terms of partner's build lies somewhere in the middle. It is important to understand that it was women who raised me, trained me, and were and still are my main mentors. Women's beauty and mentality are not a mystery to me, I perfectly find a common language with many of them. Because of this easy, close friendship, other men have been jealous of their women about 20 times all the time. At the same time, I have no dislike for sex on the contrary, I really like it, and with all my heart I would like to fully engage in it with my loved one. I also like oral sex. I'm incredibly close to the idea of rubbing against each other, exploring each other's bodies and not being afraid of any physical flaws. In my intimate life, I like to give oral pleasure to my partner, but for myself I prefer anilingus. I really like dirty talk during intimacy, and I know that I'm really good at it.
I've always wanted to be myself, and I've paid a high price for it, because it's hard to be yourself in a country like this. But I needed this inner freedom from double standards and hypocrisy. My unwillingness to openly say that I am gay, where I live, is an established, fully conscious and adult choice. During all this time, I confessed my orientation to only two people: my second cousin, with whom I have been in close contact for more than 20 years, and my friend, with whom I have been friends for more than 10 years. I tell everyone else that I'm asexual (if asked). Calling myself bisexual for the sake of a cover is like a blow to my head. And it's not about hate at all, but the fact that I physically cannot romantically bind a woman to my image. For me, even at the stage of reflection, it looks like betrayal: to betray myself and betray her this hypothetical woman whom I would simply deceive. It's better to let people think that I don't like anyone at all. I do not know if this decision was completely correct, but thanks to him, I just stopped asking questions. At the same time, it is important to understand that the vast majority of people in Russia know nothing at all about other orientations, except for the four basic letters: gays, lesbians, bisexuals and transsexuals. In normal cases, you even have to explain what "asexual" is in conversation, and talking about demisexuality here is completely pointless no one will understand you. But at the same time, I remained true to myself in the main thing I chose a man, as I originally intended. Maybe it happened when I was 18, but I needed it. Yes, I'm still hiding and not talking about it openly. But I was, am, and will remain myself until the very end. I would like to live in a society where I would be truly free. I can't know for sure, it's just my guesses, but I feel like being there, at least subconsciously, makes me feel better.
I don't hate this world and I don't hate my hard-working family or those around me. Now I don't blame any of them, and I understand everything: all my relatives come from the Soviet Union, and there, as far as I know, almost no attention was paid to the psychological state of people. These people could have their own deep traumas that they simply could not and could not work out, and I myself, because of my otherness, could be a trigger for them. In Russia, in particular, many elderly people do not understand or may take it very badly and aggressively that you are of a different orientation. It's depressing, but I had to consciously accept these rules of the game because my need for safety always came first. At the same time, I don't consider myself perfect at all. I also have my flaws, and it's likely that I've hurt someone in my life too. I can't say that I'm the only one who's good and everyone around me is bad that's absolutely not the case. Unfortunately, it's very rare to have a heart-to-heart conversation about gay issues in Russia. In addition, it is important to understand the specifics of our environment: in Russia, many people can hide their true attraction behind a mask of bisexuality, because openly calling themselves gay or lesbian is a crushing blow (although in our society, lesbians are still treated much easier and more tolerant than gays). In a sense, as a gay man in Russia, I am a ghost. But at the same time, I want to emphasize that I don't hate Russia at all. On the contrary, I am grateful to her, because she gave me life itself, an excellent education, and my first great love, despite all the hard things that happened to me. That's why I'm openly sharing my story with this world for the first time.
There is a deep inner dissonance inside me. I treat bisexual women absolutely neutrally. I also don't hate bisexual men at all on the contrary, I find many of them very attractive, and there are probably many decent people among them. But when I see in porn how bisexual men have sex with women (especially how they give them tenderness, caress them), a painful feeling of envy and pain wakes up in me. At the same time, a part of my mind clearly understands that everything that happens on the screen is just an illusion, a commercial picture, but subconsciously it still puts incredibly much pressure on me. Heterosexual sex doesn't bother me at all. I understand that every choice in life has its price.
Childhood in the kitchen, alcoholic period and trauma treatment
I was born and raised near the Western border of Russia — it would seem, in a place where there should be more liberal views on life, but the reality turned out to be very difficult. Dad's grandmother constantly took me to church, as well as to the witch grandmothers, because, in my opinion, she considered me "abnormal." But I'm not mad at her she's done a lot of great things for me, just like many others in my family. My mother and father also did good things for me sometime in my early childhood. I haven't lived with my mother since 2005. I spent my childhood with my grandparents, but there was simply no physical place for me in their apartments I used to sleep in the kitchen. My mom's grandmother dragged her cousin into the apartment, and she slept on the same couch with me.
Over the years, my mother's grandmother became even more of a close friend to me than just a grandmother, and we began to communicate very closely. She's actually very nice, and I genuinely love her, but she still doesn't know the whole truth about me I just don't want to tell her about it for her own peace of mind. My aunt lived in the next room with her husband and child, and my grandfather got drunk on weekends and insulted everyone, including me, right before school. When he was drunk, he yelled at me, calling me a "Judas," a "Jewish brat," and a "puppy." It is important to understand that due to the bad relations between his parents' families, he probably saw me as my father, whom he hated fiercely. At the same time, it has never been proven or confirmed from the paternal family that anyone was Jewish. I have an absolutely Slavic appearance, but my grandfather, who insulted me, looked much more like a Jew in his features than I did. I was scared. I constantly had to frantically ask permission if I could even take something out of the refrigerator to eat this oppressive control over food haunted me both at my mother's grandmother and at my father's grandmother.
Putting a lot of effort into my studies, I enrolled on a budget, successfully studied as a teacher of geography and biology, received a diploma as a tour guide in the 5th year and graduated as a hairdresser in order to prove to relatives who reproached my parents that my hands grow from the right place. I've been working through some of my fears and childhood traumas with a psychologist. I managed to partially work through this nightmare: now I understand in my mind that everything I saw as a child was the life of my mother and those men, it has nothing to do with me. I mentally gave it to them, and it made me feel better. I also had a trauma related to geographical space: previously, when someone offended me, the space itself, the city or the area where that person was from, became unbearable for me. But I've managed to work through that fear, too. Now I communicate with my mother and even pay for her room every month so that she doesn't have debts.
In high school (in 2009-2011), I started drinking from all this pressure. It was easy for a teenager to buy alcohol and cigarettes back then. Not only beer was used, but also whiskey, cognac, vodka, absinthe, wines and aperitifs. Now I have been practically not drinking for many years (I only smoke). I deliberately gave up alcohol because it doesn't help me forget. Moreover, now it works in the opposite direction: even rare doses of alcohol instantly bring back to me all the memory of the pain, longing and depression I experienced. I like drinking regular tea much more.
13 years of relationship: A conscious choice of loyalty
I've been in a relationship with my gay partner for 13 years now. At the age of 18, I deliberately gave him my virginity. Choosing one partner at the age of 18, not leaving or cheating on anyone else for all these years, was my personal, conscious choice at such a young age. Even then, I sincerely wanted a deep relationship. I've spent a lot of time and effort on them, I've never had casual relationships, while my peers had them in full swing. But I have never regretted my choice.
For almost 5 years we were at a distance (there was only a transfer through Moscow between the cities), and I was totally loyal to him because I trusted him. I moved in with him in 2018. At first, he helped me: he closed the debts for housing and communal services from his mother, paid for a hairdressing school in 2020. We went to St. Petersburg and China together in 2026. The problem with China was not in this country itself it was just that my little child, who was sitting in me, wanted with all his heart to finally be in another country, to set foot on another land, because I was always afraid in Russia. I've already saved up for this trip myself. We also went to Vyborg, which became my real outlet. I've been there three times already; Vyborg mentally calmed me down, gave me a much-needed feeling of warmth and love. Now I am completely independent: for more than 3 years I have been working in a medical chat office, moonlighting as a hairdresser, I manage everything myself and do not ask for money.
But emotionally we are dead. After his infidelities, sex stopped. In 2023, there was a period when he brought a "heterosexual" friend (of questionable origin), went to drink beer and spent the night with him for 2 months, and then brought him to sleep on our only sofa. It was humiliating. The finale was "Sleep Violence" in 2024: he came into contact with me when I was sleeping exhausted after 8 shifts of 12 hours. It is important to understand that I have completely reformatted this act of sexual violence in my head. I found the strength to treat it simply as rough sex, and now it's just an echo of the past that has stopped bothering me forever. On the same day, I found out that he was trying to cheat on me again. Now we have sex once a year. At work, I see the devaluation of my thoughts, at home I see the indifference of my partner. I've never wanted to go to a woman it's alien to my nature, I don't want to deceive anyone. If relatives ask questions about marriage and children, I firmly put them in their place. At the same time, I don't consider my partner to be a bad person he has also done many good, noble deeds over the years. I don't hate him, I genuinely and deeply loved him, but now I'm just completely confused.
The essence of my trigger and the acceptance of the experience
In 2024-2025, after that incident at home, I temporarily logged on to online camera sites (now that's over) to regain control of my body. It was there that I started encountering a lot of bisexual men, which exacerbated the internal dissonance.
When I think about how a bisexual man caresses a woman, I feel a sharp envy for her safety and this male tenderness. My subconscious connected the female sphere with the chaos of my mother, who abandoned me for men. In addition, a hypothetical trigger scares me in Russia: if I get involved with a bisexual man, he may already have a wife and children. I'm not saying that I absolutely do not want children myself in the future I may well want a son or daughter. But I am horrified that, under pressure from society, a bisexual man will choose the "traditional scenario" for the sake of public approval, return to a woman and leave me with nothing.
All this is my past, my experience, which I fully accepted. I cannot and do not want to erase this from my memory, because I survived and was able to find incredible creative strength in myself. I absolutely don't feel like a second-rate person, even for a hypothetical bisexual partner. I also sincerely don't want bisexuals or people of a different orientation to feel guilty about my triggers - that's how you were born. My trigger is solely an echo of my personal pain.
Conclusion: Why am I here
I am not writing this post to ask you for advice on what to do, how to change my orientation, or how to fix the past. I don't need instructions. For the first time in my life, I am openly sharing my story with this world simply because it is infinitely important for me to be heard. I'm tired of being a ghost. I wrote all this because I desperately need human support, understanding, and that sincere love and masculine warmth that I have been sorely lacking in my life for so long. If anyone wants to know more details about my experience, I am open to sharing them. Thanks to everyone who read to the end.
Yup. With two fingers too. Last I tried to do any anal was about a year ago with a dildo. I didn’t like it very much. Felt uncomfortable and didn’t bring me any pleasure whatsoever.
This time it was groomsday after I went extra hard on the leg press machine and pelvic thrusts earlier today. I was initially massaging myself but between the lather of soap and how good the massage felt, I decided why not slip two fingers in. It was oddly pleasing. I tried to find my-gspot but I guess I was pressing on my bladder because I needed to pee so bad. Then I stopped.
I still don’t know how to feel about it, but I think I will be trying again soon.
Hi, I’m 24, and for my whole life, I identified as gay without a second thought. A few months ago, I started noticing that I was also attracted to girls, so I decided to explore that side of things. I’ve been seeing a really lovely girl for a couple of months now. We have a great emotional connection and mutual attraction; she’s known from the start that I’m mostly gay but open to exploring.
I’d really like to be able to enjoy intimacy with her naturally. The opportunity came up yesterday. I was really excited and nervous (it was basically my first time with a girl).
Unfortunately, I couldn't stay erect, and it didn't happen. I felt frustrated in the moment, but later I realized something important: I *did* like it—I felt attracted to her and connected with her. I discovered that I *can* be with a girl and that I’m interested in keeping at it. Right now, I’m a bit confused but excited to discover this part of myself.
I want to be able to enjoy intimacy with her without anxiety getting in the way. I’m looking for real advice from other bi men (or anyone who’s been through something similar):
• How did you handle performance anxiety during your first experiences with girls?
• Practical tips for improving erections (exercises, mindset, etc.)?
• How do you talk about this with your partner honestly and without pressure?
• Experiences from guys who went from identifying solely as gay to discovering an attraction to women.
• Any other advice that helped you while exploring your bisexuality.
Thanks in advance. I’ll read and reply to everything. I appreciate any experiences or words of wisdom you can share.
I'm 47 and came out to myself just a few years ago, but there are still issues I'm dealing with.
Though I'm out to myself, I'm firmly in the closet irl and so this has been quite a mental burden for me. I pretty much did the math, and I figure I would lose all of my friends and family if I were to come out of the closet. Because of my mental state, I find myself engaging in sexual behavior that I think is not healthy.
So, has anyone spoken to mental health experts about similar issues and had any success? Did it make you happier? Or are you in a better place now? I'm going to start seeing a therapist, but I just wanted some background on whether this would help, seeing that I've never spoken to one before. Also, if I were to tell anyone close to me I was seeing a therapist, I'd get awkward reactions, although I know it's nothing to be ashamed of.
How many dates does it take for you all to make it or break it with someone? Make it as in continue to talk or break it as in stop talking. One date? Two dates? I planned a date with a guy a week ago and it was fun, but I didn’t feel a spark (didn’t feel romantic but friendly). After the fact, I messaged him in the morning to make sure he got back home safe because I didn’t hear anything from him. I said I enjoyed the date and he said “me too!” and after that we haven’t texted at all during the week up until today. Wondering if I should give it another shot.
I can't help it. I can't claim to be straight any longer. I want to suck a dick so bad and swallow someone's cum. Id also love to bottom and just relinquish control to a guy.
I'm so bi it's not even debatable at this point. I crave a cock down my throat. I'd love a fwb where I could surface him 3-5 times a week.
I made some comments on here they got flagged. They’re absolutely no reason so allow me to clarify why I’m here.
I’m not looking for sex. I’m not looking for a hook up. What I’m wanting to find is if there are places or ways to meet other bisexual people in Dallas with our clothes on….
I mean, I can pretty much have sex whenever I want that is not what this is about I wanna explore the friendship aspect of it first. I’m not looking to be with multiple people. I’m trying to find someone that I click with and we start a friendship and go from there.
So is that specific enough?
I (46M). am married (F) for 20 years, and came out as bi last year. She is supportive but not ok for me to explore which I respect. Started therapy as I wanted to embrace my bisexuality and what it means in my monogamous relationship.
I know that just because I am bi I don't have right to have sex with a guy and my wife is not unreasonable not to be happy for me to explore.
I love her and I feel so lucky that she she loves me who I am and I don't have to hide my bi side any longer.
In the past 12 months I was talking a lot of guys here, to my therapist, to my wife and I am still processing everything day by day.
One thing which bothers me that while I love my wife I see nothing wrong from my part to have sex with multiple people. I don't do it out of respect and as I don't want to hurt her and be ayse she does not consent.
But I still struggle with it and try to understand what is wrong with me that I don't feel bad about it. I am not immoral I do believe in honesty but I can't see what is wrong wanting sex with multiple people.
Me and my wife has a good sex life, I cannot complain. But I just see so much opportunity with introducing a third person it would be so much fun sexually, or even if she is not participate, having solo fun with a man.
I would not love my wife any less. It's just pure sexual exploration. And I would love to see my wife enjoying it too. She confessed me that as a fantasy she finds it hot the idea of MMF threesome. But she cannot do that in real life. Which again I respect and not pushing her.
I am just slightly frustrated. Frustrated because I cannot see anything wrong with it having sex with someone else. And it just occured to me why I am frustrated. Because monogamy fo me is not about sex. Monogamy is that I will never abandon my wife. That she can always count on me. That she is the most important person in my life. That I would do anything to make her happy. That I will be always there for her no matter what.
But sex is in my mind just something we enjoy together, and something which could be even more fun if we let someone join us. And also I would be happy for her to enjoy sex without me if for whatever reason I can't help her in he way she would want it. I want her happy even if it means I am not part of it. Or not only me.
And it brings me t the point that for me sex is just sex. In an analogy I don't want her o spend all her free time with me. I am happy for he to meet friends, I know there are a lot of stuff she can do better with others than with me. And for me sex is similar.
Thanks for reading, it just felt good to put it down. Because finally I feel I know why I don't feel bad about wanting sex with others not just with my wife. Even if I only love my wife and I always want to be with her