u/AmissusAnimus

I love my wife. I love talking to her, being close to her, and, yes, fucking her. But the depressed, ADHD obsessive in me has always been screaming at me, demanding to know if I am truly content with my life.

Is this it? I do romanticize relationships, yes, but I dream of finding the person with whom conversation flows effortlessly, with whom I share the same interests to an odd extent, and with whom our sex life overflows with satisfied fulfillment.

Am I kidding myself, or does that (do you) exist?

Thinking about my ex-girlfriends too often.

Again, married but sexually incompatible with my wife. When we do have sex, I fantasize to the idea of breeding women other than her. I haven’t cheated yet, but, I must admit, I am so, so tempted. She goes out of town for work often, so I would have the possible opportunity to find someone who desires my seed as much as I want to deposit it.

When I have sex with my wife, I’m always fantasizing about you. I hate that I ruined my chance. All I think about is how good it would feel for you to grip my cock with your pussy as I fill you to the brim with cum.

Admittedly, I am married. I love my wife. I love fucking my wife. However, my wife and I are sexually incompatible. I need a fun younger woman who can meet my sexual needs while providing me with the occasional companionship.

Admittedly I am married. My emotional needs are met, but my wife and I are not sexually compatible. I need a friend (or two) with benefits to sexually satisfy me (Yours will be satisfied, as well.)