Married for almost two decades to a man who professed to be an honorable man, who was really just a broken liar, I’m the wife who was faithful, kind, supportive and sexual. Not wanting to give up the good wife and children, the good marriage and the persona but who needed more attention than one woman could provide, he spent almost twenty years flirting to fill a need and in turn he collected a posse of willing admirers and vaginas. To look at the many women, with the exception of one fake-looking stripper type, they weren’t much to look at, so it clearly wasn’t about finding (free) whores who were attractive and had open vaginas. Apparently it was just about finding willing, adoring (free) whores. The kind of willing pussy that admired my husband. The liar. The cheater. But a charming one, I’ll give him that.
The cheating for him wasn’t even about the sex, oddly enough. It didn’t hurt that he could have the sex if he wanted it. When he quit trying to have sex with them, he still found a way to keep them adoring him. For very nearly the entire marriage he had some of these women “friends” who became affair partners and he kept them around. For him, it was more about the fact that he had this posse to make him feel charming, attractive, funny and desired.
If he can’t be more than what they know him to be, they can fucking have him.
In case you are wondering. I know this wasn’t about what was lacking in me, it was what was lacking in him. Which might also potentially be a lack of character and morals.
Some say he’s a “Sex Addict” but I’m not sure I agree that there is such a thing, honestly. Could it be lack of morals, no conscience, or a compulsion towards this behavior? Whatever it is, he really fucked me over and I had no idea. He certainly did play me.