When I married I knew that my partner had partaken in sexual experiences with men.As a teenager he had experimented with other teenagers, and then continued dabbling as a young man.For two weeks we were tangled in each other’s embrace, discovering new levels of love and erotic pleasure. His support and encouragement managed to carry me through the fear.We were free to choose and unexpectedly we choose each other. And after being with two sexy bi men, and really enjoying it, my whole system of beliefs about marriage and monogamy turned upside down. We had broken the monogamous marriage contract and survived.
We even spoke and fantasized about going to a local sex club. Eventually one of us would breakdown the barrier by giving in and apologizing.
I could see that revealing his indiscretions, his inner turmoil, and his risk of losing me had been terrifying for him.
Our relationship had to be worth at least exploring other options, possibly trying something more drastic, something that would also allow me the sexual freedom he had started to give himself.
After a number of years, to keep things fresh and fun, we dabbled in role play and dominant / submissive games.
I would show up at the front door in a short skirt pretending I was the babysitter for the night.
We tried to keep our relationship new and exciting, but there were patterns that were slowly destroying it. We would have sex and then get on with our day to day, really not diving into any depth about what all the tension was about in the first place.