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stillwell
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2011-04-09 10-14-21 |
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It was a good marriage.
I think she chose me cause I made her happy, danced her around the kitchen, always went straight home, found her very sexy pregnant, gave her as many children as she wanted, and we fucked each others brains out throughout the marriage. The extra stuff on the side was simply ego and hormones... not need. It was fun to be adored by more than just one's spouse... it was fun to practice the art of making love. Ah, should I mention we were rather attractive and got hit on allot, so it wasn't that we had to go looking... it was always at the doorstep. We truly loved each other and the children, however, she really did want that career after the children had grown up, really did wanna live in the city with symphony, ballet, opera, and status in the financial district. Me? I really didn't want that. I wanted to live out in the woods with nature, ride horses, fast motorcycles, fly airplanes, dive into the purple depths of the Pacific with scuba, continue having lots of girlfriends, and wear jeans & tee shirts (no black tie stuff for me)... She was quite successful with her second career (with near a half million I gave her, which was everything I had), and I enjoyed my outdoor life, then editor/publisher, and now retired out in the woods. We email once a week and have had a couple sexual affairs over this last x years apart. Unfortunately for her, to this day she has never had an orgasm with her xnd DH. Now, at x, she doesn't much care. Without talking about it or having some sorta roadmap, we never did see marriage as much more than having and raising children... beyond that we had different interest and needs. It would have been foolish to have stayed together just for the sake of saying we had a x year marriage.
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