What I'm about to tell you isn't a fictional story; it happened in reality. Although my 25-year marriage was going smoothly, sexually, it was as cold as Siberia. My wife and I maintained only formal dialogue, for public consumption. In bed, we rarely had any kind of contact, such was the disinterest on both sides. Our sex life prior to this period was quite conventional. Although we had sex fairly frequently, we didn't engage in more daring practices. Oral sex was as conventional as it gets, and anal sex was out of the question. It was missionary sex with very few variations. Despite everything, I never imagined my wife would cheat on me. It didn't seem like her. She didn't display any traits of a fiery, sex-hungry woman.
I'll be on vacation for the next two weeks, so I'll have time to write more and tell you about us and the delicious sexual experiences we've had, individually and as a couple. It's been more than 20 lust-filled years of marriage, and we've enjoyed every second of it. Of course, we've also had bad experiences, but even those have taught us a lot. I'll tell you about some of them another time. Some of the bad ones have been disasters, and others have even made us laugh because of what happened or how ridiculous they were. But the vast majority have been excellent, and we've never regretted anything we've experienced in this world of sexual freedom.
In my constant search for situations that deviate from the routine of sex in marriage, I thought about an erotic massage. I decided to talk about it with my wife, who actually found it interesting. But when I mentioned that the idea would be massages and caresses in the most intimate areas, she immediately closed all the doors and called me crazy.
I'm 53 years old and my cousin is 66, I confess that since we were kids I've masturbated thinking about her, she's always been very hot.She had several marriages in her life until she was widowed by the last one.I'm married, but my sex life is shit, I can go months without having sex.
It was raining, raining heavily. The car's engine was starting to sputter as we climbed Serra do Mar. It didn't even feel like my wife and I had taken a dip in the sea under the blazing sun that morning.
Lucas felt his heart ache every time he thought of Rafael. His middle brother, always so present, so caring, was now also the center of a confusing, forbidden desire he couldn't shake. It was as if a part of him was at war: on one side, the brotherly love he'd always felt; on the other, an intense attraction that was accompanied by guilt, shame, and fear.
My name is Sachi, I'm 20 years old. I lost my mother a year ago. Now, the only family I have is my stepfather, Abner. To me, he's my father; he's always been with me since I was a child. My father, my first parent, died when I was still a baby in a car accident. Later, my mother married Abner.