11-06-2016, 01:08 AM
Hey guys..
Apparently I'm getting more used to and comfortable with sharing these deep thoughts. Judge me as you will, all opinions are welcome and I am genuinely interested in what you have to say.
Background story:
At 17 I met my husbear (47) and we've now been together for 10 years. At the very beginning of our relationship my husbear shared his heartbreaking story of how his ex cheated on him, stole from him. That ex has left a serious mental scar on my husbear. They were together for a number of years and for the last while of their relationship the ex was openly cheating on him. Everybody else knew, except my hardworking husbear. He found out eventually and confronted with him and the rest is history.
In part, because of this, my husbear made it crystal clear that our relationship would be purely monogamous and that I would never cheat on him. Ever.
I loved him (I still do!) and it wasn't really a problem, although it did worry me that I made such a commitment at my age. I agreed and we became a couple. He is the only person I have ever had sex with. My "fucked list" is literally just 1 name. His.
We have a great life together. We both love our wonderful dog. We have friends, both separate and mutual. I am very picky with who I find attractive. Large hairy men, only. Not at all the type I bump into every day, if ever. I mean, at times I see somebody I consider attractive on the train, but it's 1 : 10000 guys, it feels like, so I'm not overexposed or at risk of losing my head and being led on by my dick (dicknapped, as they say!). I consider my husbear to be the perfect bear. He has a beautiful hair pattern on his belly. I drool just thinking about it... Etc.etc. I could go on about his wonderland of a body for days, but I'll cut that to keep this relatively short. Suffice to say, he's my Adonis. The perfect man. As I mentioned in my last asking for advice post, I was kicked out of uni and had to rent a room in Copenhagen, where I now live on the weekdays to continue studying at another university. Life there is great and I'm back on track with my studying. We have been living like this (apart for weekdays, together for weekends and holidays) for 14 months now.
The subject:
For the past week my desire to sleep around has increased 10 fold. It has been an overpowering need to get attention from random grizzlys. I have not sought to meet anyone or come in contact with anyone, or anything like that. I've always had that lust for other meat, but it has never before been this magnetic. Because of this, I spent the last 4 or so days having difficulty sleeping, as I was thinking about this apparent problem. I feel like I'm fully committed to this relationship, with my husbear and I have no intention of leaving him. But fuck! I really don't think I can stay monogamous. If I imagine my desire to sleep around as a graph, it's growing exponentially and at this rate I'll lose it in less than a year. So, after much thinking and debating back and forth in my mind, I ended up deciding that I would have to talk to him about this. He is my partner. He is my lover. He is my best and truest friend. He loves me. I briefly considered talking to my other friend about it, but quickly dismissed the idea. There's only one person this conversation could ever be had with and that was my husbear. I just knew how badly it would hurt him and I really didn't want to, but on the other hand, I could not contain this any longer. It hurt too much!
So this weekend, while I've been at home (with him, obviously), I've been trying to find the right moment and the right way to put this to him. I worked up the courage after amazing afternoon sex, while we were enjoying the afterburn together. The thing is, I'm not good at this deep feeling sharing discussion type thing, so just forming the words in my mouth made me tear up and my throat clamp shut.
But ok, I managed to get out the starter of the conversation. I went something like this:
"I've been thinking about us. You and me."
Dramatic intro to what could definitely sound like a break-up talk. Right?
After saying that I succumbed to my sobbing and he had to force me to continue "You can't stop there.".
I managed to convey that I've been feeling miserable for the past days and had difficulty sleeping because of these thoughts. And that the reason was that I felt an itch to sleep with other guys. He was understandably flustered, but told me that he deep down knew that this day would come. In spite of my attempts at reassuring him that I loved him and did not want to leave him or damage our relationship, he made it clear that he felt that these my needs were born out of him being inadequate. I told him, and I genuinely believe this, that was not the case. At all. He's amazing and I love him to bits, which exactly why this was such a horrible subject to bring up. I knew how it would hurt him. At this point I felt like I was going to pass out. My vision was blurry around the edges, not just from tears. I was so sickened by myself, my desires, the hurt I was causing and the fact that I was toying with our relationship. I mean, in a sore spot like this, the wrong comment can destroy everything, right?
We talked about it some more and he repeatedly said he had no solution to this. He also mentioned splitting up, that he would never give me a free-pass to sleep around and that it's crazy how sex can ruin things. He asked me what it was that I wanted. What I had in mind. Truth be told, I don't know.
Analyzing myself in this matter is difficult. My state of mind changes noticeably, in this regard and I'm perplexed. On one hand, it could be a case of the grass always being greener on the other side. On the other hand, it could be me fearing that I am missing out on something. Or maybe I feel that I should get to experienced NSA sex and.. just.. other guys. As much as he satisfies me, how can I truly know and appreciate it if I have nothing to compare him to? I don't actually know if I even want to sleep with other men. It has never really seemed like an option before. If I found myself in the situation, on my way to another man's bed, could I even go through with it? I have no idea. To clarify, my cumbersome lust is entirely bodily and not on a spiritual level. I don't feel any need to connect spiritually with another individual. I just want to touch some dicks.
Before I brought up this toxic subject, we were talking about going down to the kitchen to have a late lunch. When the talk died down I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I sat down to cry in the shower, questioning my sanity and humanity for bringing this up and hurting the man I love, all on the account of my restless dick. After the shower I went back to the bedroom to find him in bed. As if sleeping. So I did what I normally do, I laid down on top of him and kissed him, tenderly. He reciprocated. I then asked if he would come down to the kitchen with me and make lunch. So we did. I cleaned up the kitchen while he was cooking. As I was preparing the trash to be taken outside, he started questioning the christmas plans (as he wasn't sure if we were a couple or what was up) and I just lost it and started wailing. He came over to hug me. Bless him, I really wanted him to do that. And I held him tight, while still holding the trashbag in my hand, as I wept into his shoulder. I calmed down and took out the garbage outside to the dumpster. I took a deep revitalizing breath of cold autumn air on my way back in. Once back in the kitchen, he told me that maybe I could go on sextrips and get it out of my system every third month.
Apparently he was getting accustomed to the idea. I did not expect that. My immediate thought was that sex trips are a bit wild and way out of my comfortzone. Not that hooking up with a single stranger wouldn't be, but planning a trip and going away for a weekend or a week to simply fuck seems excessive. All I feel is an itch, not an earthquake. The fact that he came forward with that much showed me something, however. It showed me that he really wanted to make this work. Just like me. So that was a relief. I don't really remember how I responded, but as they day went on I enjoyed his company as we watched some Netflix and cooked dinner. He jokingly said that there's the possibility of medicinal sterilization and I sternly acknowledged that I had considered the option. Many nights with difficulty sleeping weighing my options, it came up.
Sometime after dinner I asked him if he had forgiven me, for bringing it up and told him that the conversation did not change anything. He simply told me that he loves me. I reassured him that I'm not going to go out and cheat on him, and that that was not the point of the conversation. The point of the conversation was that I was feeling an itch and that itch was getting worse and I was not sure if I could resist scratching forever. Or wanted to resist forever. It is my belief that we only have this life and I hate regrets. I don't want to regret my relationship with him, now or ever. Maybe something needs to be done and I'm glad to have discussed it. It gave me peace of mind, but unraveled his. What a mess.
He has gone to bed and is likely already sleeping. I will go snuggle up and hug him tightly as I dose off too.
TL;DR:
Discussed opening up our 10 year monogamous relationship with husbear. The world didn't end, nor did the relationship.
Apparently I'm getting more used to and comfortable with sharing these deep thoughts. Judge me as you will, all opinions are welcome and I am genuinely interested in what you have to say.
Background story:
At 17 I met my husbear (47) and we've now been together for 10 years. At the very beginning of our relationship my husbear shared his heartbreaking story of how his ex cheated on him, stole from him. That ex has left a serious mental scar on my husbear. They were together for a number of years and for the last while of their relationship the ex was openly cheating on him. Everybody else knew, except my hardworking husbear. He found out eventually and confronted with him and the rest is history.
In part, because of this, my husbear made it crystal clear that our relationship would be purely monogamous and that I would never cheat on him. Ever.
I loved him (I still do!) and it wasn't really a problem, although it did worry me that I made such a commitment at my age. I agreed and we became a couple. He is the only person I have ever had sex with. My "fucked list" is literally just 1 name. His.
We have a great life together. We both love our wonderful dog. We have friends, both separate and mutual. I am very picky with who I find attractive. Large hairy men, only. Not at all the type I bump into every day, if ever. I mean, at times I see somebody I consider attractive on the train, but it's 1 : 10000 guys, it feels like, so I'm not overexposed or at risk of losing my head and being led on by my dick (dicknapped, as they say!). I consider my husbear to be the perfect bear. He has a beautiful hair pattern on his belly. I drool just thinking about it... Etc.etc. I could go on about his wonderland of a body for days, but I'll cut that to keep this relatively short. Suffice to say, he's my Adonis. The perfect man. As I mentioned in my last asking for advice post, I was kicked out of uni and had to rent a room in Copenhagen, where I now live on the weekdays to continue studying at another university. Life there is great and I'm back on track with my studying. We have been living like this (apart for weekdays, together for weekends and holidays) for 14 months now.
The subject:
For the past week my desire to sleep around has increased 10 fold. It has been an overpowering need to get attention from random grizzlys. I have not sought to meet anyone or come in contact with anyone, or anything like that. I've always had that lust for other meat, but it has never before been this magnetic. Because of this, I spent the last 4 or so days having difficulty sleeping, as I was thinking about this apparent problem. I feel like I'm fully committed to this relationship, with my husbear and I have no intention of leaving him. But fuck! I really don't think I can stay monogamous. If I imagine my desire to sleep around as a graph, it's growing exponentially and at this rate I'll lose it in less than a year. So, after much thinking and debating back and forth in my mind, I ended up deciding that I would have to talk to him about this. He is my partner. He is my lover. He is my best and truest friend. He loves me. I briefly considered talking to my other friend about it, but quickly dismissed the idea. There's only one person this conversation could ever be had with and that was my husbear. I just knew how badly it would hurt him and I really didn't want to, but on the other hand, I could not contain this any longer. It hurt too much!
So this weekend, while I've been at home (with him, obviously), I've been trying to find the right moment and the right way to put this to him. I worked up the courage after amazing afternoon sex, while we were enjoying the afterburn together. The thing is, I'm not good at this deep feeling sharing discussion type thing, so just forming the words in my mouth made me tear up and my throat clamp shut.
But ok, I managed to get out the starter of the conversation. I went something like this:
"I've been thinking about us. You and me."
Dramatic intro to what could definitely sound like a break-up talk. Right?
After saying that I succumbed to my sobbing and he had to force me to continue "You can't stop there.".
I managed to convey that I've been feeling miserable for the past days and had difficulty sleeping because of these thoughts. And that the reason was that I felt an itch to sleep with other guys. He was understandably flustered, but told me that he deep down knew that this day would come. In spite of my attempts at reassuring him that I loved him and did not want to leave him or damage our relationship, he made it clear that he felt that these my needs were born out of him being inadequate. I told him, and I genuinely believe this, that was not the case. At all. He's amazing and I love him to bits, which exactly why this was such a horrible subject to bring up. I knew how it would hurt him. At this point I felt like I was going to pass out. My vision was blurry around the edges, not just from tears. I was so sickened by myself, my desires, the hurt I was causing and the fact that I was toying with our relationship. I mean, in a sore spot like this, the wrong comment can destroy everything, right?
We talked about it some more and he repeatedly said he had no solution to this. He also mentioned splitting up, that he would never give me a free-pass to sleep around and that it's crazy how sex can ruin things. He asked me what it was that I wanted. What I had in mind. Truth be told, I don't know.
Analyzing myself in this matter is difficult. My state of mind changes noticeably, in this regard and I'm perplexed. On one hand, it could be a case of the grass always being greener on the other side. On the other hand, it could be me fearing that I am missing out on something. Or maybe I feel that I should get to experienced NSA sex and.. just.. other guys. As much as he satisfies me, how can I truly know and appreciate it if I have nothing to compare him to? I don't actually know if I even want to sleep with other men. It has never really seemed like an option before. If I found myself in the situation, on my way to another man's bed, could I even go through with it? I have no idea. To clarify, my cumbersome lust is entirely bodily and not on a spiritual level. I don't feel any need to connect spiritually with another individual. I just want to touch some dicks.
Before I brought up this toxic subject, we were talking about going down to the kitchen to have a late lunch. When the talk died down I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I sat down to cry in the shower, questioning my sanity and humanity for bringing this up and hurting the man I love, all on the account of my restless dick. After the shower I went back to the bedroom to find him in bed. As if sleeping. So I did what I normally do, I laid down on top of him and kissed him, tenderly. He reciprocated. I then asked if he would come down to the kitchen with me and make lunch. So we did. I cleaned up the kitchen while he was cooking. As I was preparing the trash to be taken outside, he started questioning the christmas plans (as he wasn't sure if we were a couple or what was up) and I just lost it and started wailing. He came over to hug me. Bless him, I really wanted him to do that. And I held him tight, while still holding the trashbag in my hand, as I wept into his shoulder. I calmed down and took out the garbage outside to the dumpster. I took a deep revitalizing breath of cold autumn air on my way back in. Once back in the kitchen, he told me that maybe I could go on sextrips and get it out of my system every third month.
Apparently he was getting accustomed to the idea. I did not expect that. My immediate thought was that sex trips are a bit wild and way out of my comfortzone. Not that hooking up with a single stranger wouldn't be, but planning a trip and going away for a weekend or a week to simply fuck seems excessive. All I feel is an itch, not an earthquake. The fact that he came forward with that much showed me something, however. It showed me that he really wanted to make this work. Just like me. So that was a relief. I don't really remember how I responded, but as they day went on I enjoyed his company as we watched some Netflix and cooked dinner. He jokingly said that there's the possibility of medicinal sterilization and I sternly acknowledged that I had considered the option. Many nights with difficulty sleeping weighing my options, it came up.
Sometime after dinner I asked him if he had forgiven me, for bringing it up and told him that the conversation did not change anything. He simply told me that he loves me. I reassured him that I'm not going to go out and cheat on him, and that that was not the point of the conversation. The point of the conversation was that I was feeling an itch and that itch was getting worse and I was not sure if I could resist scratching forever. Or wanted to resist forever. It is my belief that we only have this life and I hate regrets. I don't want to regret my relationship with him, now or ever. Maybe something needs to be done and I'm glad to have discussed it. It gave me peace of mind, but unraveled his. What a mess.
He has gone to bed and is likely already sleeping. I will go snuggle up and hug him tightly as I dose off too.
TL;DR:
Discussed opening up our 10 year monogamous relationship with husbear. The world didn't end, nor did the relationship.