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Men Only
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Bi-Sexual Male / 46
I'm not sure which of many categories my nightmare applies to, so I listed in under "Men". I think it would be of interest to men (straight and bi) as I share my life of sexual promiscuity.
My wife turned 45 two days before her accident. Up to that point we lived a story book life, except for my extra curricular activities with the beautiful ladies who returned me flirts. God is the only one who really knows just how many hundreds of different women I have screwed since I was 14, especially since my wife and I married 21 years ago. I do know this: I have screwed more than 3 different women in one day/night many, many times while out of town on business, and several times I've had 4 different women. I'm a male slut and I know it, but its as much a part of my being as breathing, sleeping or eating.
My extra curricular activity were the source of many arguments, a trial separation and an honest effort to curtail my sex drive the last few years. I mean I have walked away from some gorgeous women who offered themselves to me. I am told, in addition to good looks and personality, that I have a sensual look about me which others pick up on. I've women and men hit on me in elevators, bars, air planes, bathrooms, work, at red lights saying I oozed sexual pheromones. My wife has said the same thing. I was driving out the parking lot at LAX when the agent, who rented me the car, came running to catch me. She said, you forgot this and handed me a blank piece of paper with her name/number on it. I looked out the car window and she said the more I looked at you the wetter I became. I've never been unfaithful to my husband, but I'll fuck you right here. I share this detail not to impress you about me but as a foundation for others to better understand my sexual life.
My wife was in an auto accident and suffered neck and head lacerations, internal injuries and a broken leg, foot and hip. By the time EMS arrived she wasn't breathing being revived as they were discussing "calling the CPR." As a result, my wife suffered Neurological issues: personality change, loss of short term memory, motor skill issues with the right arm and hand. Our 19 year old son and I lived in the ICU waiting room for 8 days before my wife was transferred to a private room. I slept in the room with her for another 10 days. Three weeks later she was transferred to a Rehab Facility which restricted visits to only 2 hours after their evening meals.
Three months later she came home able to take care of herself with some assistance which I provided prior to leaving for work. I made my son return to college as soon as my wife came out of ICU as he needed to catch up and resume as normal of a life as possible. It was a challenge for my wife as she was so restricted; unable to be the take charge person she had always been. My wife managed 211 people, so needless to say she was dealing with some major emotions as she struggled to recover and return to her life and work.
My pheromones never stopped as women hit on me in the hospital. However, my love for my wife took over my sexual urges and I went over 6 weeks that I never felt a twinge in my dick or balls - nothing. It was as if I had been castrated. That real, life altering fact gave me reason to question my infidelity to someone who meant to much to me. I was very conflicted, confused and my norm (especially sexual) no longer existed. My wife's parents, siblings and family were always here for she and I. However, as she improved it was more she and I than others.
One night she questioned my no attending an out of town convention and the fact I had not been out of town since the accident. we had gone to bed when she said, I know you have sexual urges and desires which I can no longer satisfy. I think the brain injury severed the connection between my brain and my pussy - I have no interest in sex at all. Sorry! You need to see that your needs are met, just stay with me until the end. I was angry she used the term "until the end", as she had made such a amazing recovery. She said, "I am not going to make it much longer regardless of the progress I'm making. God has shown me you living here alone - without me and you will be fine." That was the first time I had cried in her presence as I was so upset with her comments.
Weeks passed and that particular Saturday night I didn't sleep well but she was sleeping like a baby - the best since her accident. I finally went to sleep waking later that morning (Sunday). I helped her with her shower and getting dressed. I made the bed while she watched the news then I made her favorite breakfast. We had just set down to the table when my wife slumped to the right and I caught her as she fell out of her chair - she was gone.
Love is the most powerful emotion of the human body; more powerful than hunger, sleep and sex drive. I know for a fact. I have experienced it 2 times recently. I discovered a letter me after she came home (she has written when I was at work) It was dated 2 weeks prior to her death and addressed man things; me being unfaithful, yet she loved me just the same. My wife had come to a profound realization that love is more powerful than the emotion of betrayal from a spouse; there is difference between love and sex. She had discovered that truth while I was busy fucking anything with a hole. my wife loved me because she understood my sexual escapades had nothing to do with her sexuality or our relationship. Then the bomb shell last paragraph drove a stake through my heart: our son is a chip off the old block with one exception: unlike you, he prefers men over women and is afraid to tell you he is more gay and bisexual.
I felt like I had failed my son and my wife because I was so preoccupied in my next conquest and notch on my belt. Mostly, how did my wife know I occasionally engaged in gay sex? the last months have been a major roller coaster most notably the fact I went 7 weeks before I had the first stir in my dick or balls. I mean I watched porn, read hours of graphic, sometimes kinky sex confessions and nothing. I even pulled on a soft dick and got no reaction. Absolutely nothing - no response. Love is, without question, more powerful than any other human emotion.
Have I hade sex in the last 4 months? Yes, one time. One of my buddies gave me a blow job and when I shot it was like a river and my legs flopped like a fish out of water. I've had any number of females at my door, on the phone, bringing me food, inviting me out and some of the MILF bluntly asking if I wanted some pussy. I turned them all down. I read a story of another widower and he made a stated which resonated with me like nothing else and I used it yesterday - it came out very naturally. I was at a high end furniture store as I am going to purchase a new (different) bedroom suite (I am sleeping in the guest room - I can rest in our bed). I've been in several times talking to their interior decorator and I came out the door with some samples of wood to place against the wall and hardwoods - I am going to order the suite need the right wood grains and tones. While talking to decorator a few feet away another women was talking to the male decorator. As I am placing the wood samples into the trunk of my car that woman came running out screaming, wait a minute, and both decorators behind her. She asked my name, then offered condolences on my lose. Without telling me her name, she invited me to lunch. I stood there looking at the 2 coming up behind her. Then she said, I've been divorced a year and would LOVE to get to know you better. How about that lunch? As natural as taking a breath, I told that fuck gorgeous women, "my head knows my wife is gone...but my heart doesn't." She looked like someone had hit her in the face with something. I think I insulted a women who any man would have loved to have been with. As I backed out she was still standing in the same spot and had not moved on inch. The two decorators behind her grinning from ear to ear.
Perhaps I should have been doing that more during my married life? Perhaps I should have gone to lunch with knock out blonde? I didn't do either and can't change anything and not sure I would if I could. However, I will go the remainder of my life loving and appreciating my wife more than ever before. Do I have a sex drive? Yes. I jacked off before I went to sleep and it was a great release. will I fuck again? I am sure but I'm not ready just yet. For now I'll stick to porn, my hand and maybe my buddy can give me a blow - in my mind that is a non emotional sex act. My son offered some sound advise: be very guarded as who you screw now, dad. Your a good looking, eligible widower and someone will want to catch you and lock away the key. You will never, even find another women as loving, understanding and open minded as my mom.
My wife turned 45 two days before her accident. Up to that point we lived a story book life, except for my extra curricular activities with the beautiful ladies who returned me flirts. God is the only one who really knows just how many hundreds of different women I have screwed since I was 14, especially since my wife and I married 21 years ago. I do know this: I have screwed more than 3 different women in one day/night many, many times while out of town on business, and several times I've had 4 different women. I'm a male slut and I know it, but its as much a part of my being as breathing, sleeping or eating.
My extra curricular activity were the source of many arguments, a trial separation and an honest effort to curtail my sex drive the last few years. I mean I have walked away from some gorgeous women who offered themselves to me. I am told, in addition to good looks and personality, that I have a sensual look about me which others pick up on. I've women and men hit on me in elevators, bars, air planes, bathrooms, work, at red lights saying I oozed sexual pheromones. My wife has said the same thing. I was driving out the parking lot at LAX when the agent, who rented me the car, came running to catch me. She said, you forgot this and handed me a blank piece of paper with her name/number on it. I looked out the car window and she said the more I looked at you the wetter I became. I've never been unfaithful to my husband, but I'll fuck you right here. I share this detail not to impress you about me but as a foundation for others to better understand my sexual life.
My wife was in an auto accident and suffered neck and head lacerations, internal injuries and a broken leg, foot and hip. By the time EMS arrived she wasn't breathing being revived as they were discussing "calling the CPR." As a result, my wife suffered Neurological issues: personality change, loss of short term memory, motor skill issues with the right arm and hand. Our 19 year old son and I lived in the ICU waiting room for 8 days before my wife was transferred to a private room. I slept in the room with her for another 10 days. Three weeks later she was transferred to a Rehab Facility which restricted visits to only 2 hours after their evening meals.
Three months later she came home able to take care of herself with some assistance which I provided prior to leaving for work. I made my son return to college as soon as my wife came out of ICU as he needed to catch up and resume as normal of a life as possible. It was a challenge for my wife as she was so restricted; unable to be the take charge person she had always been. My wife managed 211 people, so needless to say she was dealing with some major emotions as she struggled to recover and return to her life and work.
My pheromones never stopped as women hit on me in the hospital. However, my love for my wife took over my sexual urges and I went over 6 weeks that I never felt a twinge in my dick or balls - nothing. It was as if I had been castrated. That real, life altering fact gave me reason to question my infidelity to someone who meant to much to me. I was very conflicted, confused and my norm (especially sexual) no longer existed. My wife's parents, siblings and family were always here for she and I. However, as she improved it was more she and I than others.
One night she questioned my no attending an out of town convention and the fact I had not been out of town since the accident. we had gone to bed when she said, I know you have sexual urges and desires which I can no longer satisfy. I think the brain injury severed the connection between my brain and my pussy - I have no interest in sex at all. Sorry! You need to see that your needs are met, just stay with me until the end. I was angry she used the term "until the end", as she had made such a amazing recovery. She said, "I am not going to make it much longer regardless of the progress I'm making. God has shown me you living here alone - without me and you will be fine." That was the first time I had cried in her presence as I was so upset with her comments.
Weeks passed and that particular Saturday night I didn't sleep well but she was sleeping like a baby - the best since her accident. I finally went to sleep waking later that morning (Sunday). I helped her with her shower and getting dressed. I made the bed while she watched the news then I made her favorite breakfast. We had just set down to the table when my wife slumped to the right and I caught her as she fell out of her chair - she was gone.
Love is the most powerful emotion of the human body; more powerful than hunger, sleep and sex drive. I know for a fact. I have experienced it 2 times recently. I discovered a letter me after she came home (she has written when I was at work) It was dated 2 weeks prior to her death and addressed man things; me being unfaithful, yet she loved me just the same. My wife had come to a profound realization that love is more powerful than the emotion of betrayal from a spouse; there is difference between love and sex. She had discovered that truth while I was busy fucking anything with a hole. my wife loved me because she understood my sexual escapades had nothing to do with her sexuality or our relationship. Then the bomb shell last paragraph drove a stake through my heart: our son is a chip off the old block with one exception: unlike you, he prefers men over women and is afraid to tell you he is more gay and bisexual.
I felt like I had failed my son and my wife because I was so preoccupied in my next conquest and notch on my belt. Mostly, how did my wife know I occasionally engaged in gay sex? the last months have been a major roller coaster most notably the fact I went 7 weeks before I had the first stir in my dick or balls. I mean I watched porn, read hours of graphic, sometimes kinky sex confessions and nothing. I even pulled on a soft dick and got no reaction. Absolutely nothing - no response. Love is, without question, more powerful than any other human emotion.
Have I hade sex in the last 4 months? Yes, one time. One of my buddies gave me a blow job and when I shot it was like a river and my legs flopped like a fish out of water. I've had any number of females at my door, on the phone, bringing me food, inviting me out and some of the MILF bluntly asking if I wanted some pussy. I turned them all down. I read a story of another widower and he made a stated which resonated with me like nothing else and I used it yesterday - it came out very naturally. I was at a high end furniture store as I am going to purchase a new (different) bedroom suite (I am sleeping in the guest room - I can rest in our bed). I've been in several times talking to their interior decorator and I came out the door with some samples of wood to place against the wall and hardwoods - I am going to order the suite need the right wood grains and tones. While talking to decorator a few feet away another women was talking to the male decorator. As I am placing the wood samples into the trunk of my car that woman came running out screaming, wait a minute, and both decorators behind her. She asked my name, then offered condolences on my lose. Without telling me her name, she invited me to lunch. I stood there looking at the 2 coming up behind her. Then she said, I've been divorced a year and would LOVE to get to know you better. How about that lunch? As natural as taking a breath, I told that fuck gorgeous women, "my head knows my wife is gone...but my heart doesn't." She looked like someone had hit her in the face with something. I think I insulted a women who any man would have loved to have been with. As I backed out she was still standing in the same spot and had not moved on inch. The two decorators behind her grinning from ear to ear.
Perhaps I should have been doing that more during my married life? Perhaps I should have gone to lunch with knock out blonde? I didn't do either and can't change anything and not sure I would if I could. However, I will go the remainder of my life loving and appreciating my wife more than ever before. Do I have a sex drive? Yes. I jacked off before I went to sleep and it was a great release. will I fuck again? I am sure but I'm not ready just yet. For now I'll stick to porn, my hand and maybe my buddy can give me a blow - in my mind that is a non emotional sex act. My son offered some sound advise: be very guarded as who you screw now, dad. Your a good looking, eligible widower and someone will want to catch you and lock away the key. You will never, even find another women as loving, understanding and open minded as my mom.
