Longtime lurker first time poster.
The classic relationship dilemma, superficial dissatisfaction.
I want more sex, a lot more.
Let me give you the specs. Not really sure what type of advice I am expecting, or wanting. I read through the how much/how often threads and became very jealous and angry.
A little demo background, average early thirties, educated middle management suburbanites, two kids, two cars, cats, boat load of debt, decent taxable income, spend too much on good food and good drink.
I deeply love my wife. She is my friend, I trust her. I love her laugh. She is an excellent mother. She is the engine that keeps our household running.
She is radiant, getting better every single day. 5-9 sz18 with a nice donk. Natural blonde with a smile and eyes that will make a man explode. An extremely lovely intoxicating woman with soft skin and a very nice feminine shape. Physically I do not deserve her.
I love her and I lust for her, I fantasize about her touch constantly.
While she was not my first, she was the first to enjoy it and get buck wild. I heard quite a few compliments back then, she even shared with a few friends. I was king of the castle, for a while.
I knew this would happen before I married her. I had a brief tryst with an assistant who told me I was not going to be happy. We have been married for almost seven years now, children for the last four. Major major complications with the first childbirth caused some issues but we have worked through it. Complications have caused my physical capacity not quite have the same impact as it once did, so I have suggested larger reinforcements perhaps, not well received.
I try different approaches and tactics. I try to treat her like a hot girlfriend instead of a common house wife. Dinners and dates, vacations and rendezvous have no effect. There is always something else on her mind. The house or the next birthday or the preschool pageant, there is always something else to do with the time and her mind. Sex has become forced and I feel she is resentful, the current drought is over three months. Over the holiday weekend I took five days off, pulled out just about every trick I know ranging from clean bathrooms and breakfast in bed to salon trips and sprees, nothing.
I have become quite jaded towards marriage over the last year. My advice has changed from its cool to dont for brothers and friends. We talk about it probably every six months to a year, ends defensively with tears and no resolution. I have overheard her joking with friends about get it at home or get it elsewhere and her response was he would never do that.
And I dont want to.
But the fucking dissatisfaction almost has me physically ill. I cant get over it. I work in a chic neighborhood and am exposed to lovely women constantly. My crush barfriender admitted in a moment weakness that the only thing preventing me from her bed was the ring on my finger. I had a woman sit next to me during lunch and strike up a conversation. I did not have my ring on that day due to mechanical chores over the weekend. She point blank called me attractive and asked if we could have a drink. That was nice, but also painful to hear and serve as a reminder of the dim but remaining existence of game. I declined, told her I was married and have been kicking myself in the balls ever since. Yesterday, a woman asked if I would mind walking her back to her hotel room. Of course I did the gentlemanly thing and walked with her, giving a quick tour of the neighborhood, stuck my hand out at the elevator offering a casual farewell and she replied with a shunned look and an ice cold thats it?
Yes, sorry honey it's me not you, thats it.
This type of perceived opportunity and my smug moralistic superior decision has happened more than I want to admit.
So whats the simple answer? Hookers? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? Swinging? Divorce? Just wait it out?
Stress is killing me at work. I feed my kids and the homeless, I pay my taxes and mortgage, I am giving effort and maintaining the proper attitude. I would really really like to get laid once a week or so.
I wont hurt her, or destroy my family, but I am 31 and unhappy. What will the next 30 years be like?
Looks like marriage is a popular topic this afternoon.......
The classic relationship dilemma, superficial dissatisfaction.
I want more sex, a lot more.
Let me give you the specs. Not really sure what type of advice I am expecting, or wanting. I read through the how much/how often threads and became very jealous and angry.
A little demo background, average early thirties, educated middle management suburbanites, two kids, two cars, cats, boat load of debt, decent taxable income, spend too much on good food and good drink.
I deeply love my wife. She is my friend, I trust her. I love her laugh. She is an excellent mother. She is the engine that keeps our household running.
She is radiant, getting better every single day. 5-9 sz18 with a nice donk. Natural blonde with a smile and eyes that will make a man explode. An extremely lovely intoxicating woman with soft skin and a very nice feminine shape. Physically I do not deserve her.
I love her and I lust for her, I fantasize about her touch constantly.
While she was not my first, she was the first to enjoy it and get buck wild. I heard quite a few compliments back then, she even shared with a few friends. I was king of the castle, for a while.
I knew this would happen before I married her. I had a brief tryst with an assistant who told me I was not going to be happy. We have been married for almost seven years now, children for the last four. Major major complications with the first childbirth caused some issues but we have worked through it. Complications have caused my physical capacity not quite have the same impact as it once did, so I have suggested larger reinforcements perhaps, not well received.
I try different approaches and tactics. I try to treat her like a hot girlfriend instead of a common house wife. Dinners and dates, vacations and rendezvous have no effect. There is always something else on her mind. The house or the next birthday or the preschool pageant, there is always something else to do with the time and her mind. Sex has become forced and I feel she is resentful, the current drought is over three months. Over the holiday weekend I took five days off, pulled out just about every trick I know ranging from clean bathrooms and breakfast in bed to salon trips and sprees, nothing.
I have become quite jaded towards marriage over the last year. My advice has changed from its cool to dont for brothers and friends. We talk about it probably every six months to a year, ends defensively with tears and no resolution. I have overheard her joking with friends about get it at home or get it elsewhere and her response was he would never do that.
And I dont want to.
But the fucking dissatisfaction almost has me physically ill. I cant get over it. I work in a chic neighborhood and am exposed to lovely women constantly. My crush barfriender admitted in a moment weakness that the only thing preventing me from her bed was the ring on my finger. I had a woman sit next to me during lunch and strike up a conversation. I did not have my ring on that day due to mechanical chores over the weekend. She point blank called me attractive and asked if we could have a drink. That was nice, but also painful to hear and serve as a reminder of the dim but remaining existence of game. I declined, told her I was married and have been kicking myself in the balls ever since. Yesterday, a woman asked if I would mind walking her back to her hotel room. Of course I did the gentlemanly thing and walked with her, giving a quick tour of the neighborhood, stuck my hand out at the elevator offering a casual farewell and she replied with a shunned look and an ice cold thats it?
Yes, sorry honey it's me not you, thats it.
This type of perceived opportunity and my smug moralistic superior decision has happened more than I want to admit.
So whats the simple answer? Hookers? A girlfriend? A boyfriend? Swinging? Divorce? Just wait it out?
Stress is killing me at work. I feed my kids and the homeless, I pay my taxes and mortgage, I am giving effort and maintaining the proper attitude. I would really really like to get laid once a week or so.
I wont hurt her, or destroy my family, but I am 31 and unhappy. What will the next 30 years be like?
Looks like marriage is a popular topic this afternoon.......