Before I married my beautiful and sexy wife, Julie, 10 years ago, we dated for over 5 years, though never exclusively.
Lust is a crazy thing, isn't it? My name is Alex, I'm 38 years old, Brazilian, born and raised, and I've always considered myself a normal guy. I married Carla eight years ago, a brunette with light eyes who gave me two children and whom I always swore was the most decent woman in the world. Until, in one of those late-night conversations, we started talking about the past. She'd had a bit too much wine, I was letting my guard down, and the conversation turned to past flings. At first, it was just that morbid curiosity, you know? Who was the first, where was it, that kind of thing. I felt a deep jealousy in my chest, a tightness in my chest, but I couldn't stop asking.
I have come to know many more problems which Indian women suffer only and only in the matter of sex. Most basic problem suffered by them is sexual satisfaction – that is the lack of it
My boyfriend had already mentioned that we could try something with a trans woman someday and I never refused the idea, I was also curious.At my college there is a girl (man who became a girl) who is really cute and I have already talked to her several times, so when I told my boyfriend that I am closer to her, he suggested that we go out together to see if something could happen.
I'll start by describing myself, but those who aren't interested can skip this: I'm white, 1.68m (short, I know). When I was training, I was a relatively muscular guy for a natural physique, but for some reason I stopped going to the gym a few months ago and I'm doing calisthenics now, which hasn't helped me maintain as much muscle mass and has given me a slight beer belly on weekends, lol. Nothing too serious, but I don't have defined abs anymore and I'm what people here call a "galego" (fair-skinned), I have lighter hair, though not completely blonde.Average penis size, 14-15 cm, and I consider myself average in looks, but many people consider me a handsome guy.
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.
In the first story, I told you in general terms what my wife and I had done, but it all began at a time, both individually and as a couple. I'd already had a girlfriend with whom we'd had threesomes and a few partner swaps; we'd had sex with friends, both male and female, and it was delicious... until she left me because she met one guy who had a huge cock (according to what she told me... and I have a normal one, six inches, circumcised and a little crooked to the left), and she liked the other guy's cock better, especially because she, despite being so young, had a very large and rather limp pussy. And that's why I liked putting my cock between her ass more because it gave me more of a squeeze.