I know a couple like this. They moved to London and the wife says that he can have sex outside of the marriage once a year as long as it’s with an escort. He gives her the same freedom.
They’ve had this agreement for 5 years and neither of them have had sex outside of their marriage.
I know them from a journaling site that I’ve belonged to for over 10 years. I’m going to go back in chapters to find the entry on the first year he could do this.
“As you all know, this weekend was my freebie. If you just started to read me, basically the girl allows me to have sex once a year with a prostitute. Being that this was my first year, I was rather excitied about it. I had prepared myself mentally all week for this. The girl didn’t change her mind or even try to guilt trip me out of it. She had planned to go riding with her friends all weekend, leaving me to have a bit of fun. Everything was in place. The prostitute, the bar, and the hotel were all waiting for me.
I bet you are on the edge of your seats waiting for me to describe a hot, steamy, sexy, night with some random woman with perky breasts and a thing for anal. Well, it won’t be in this entry my friends. GAH! I choked! There we were, in the bar and I was admiring her long legs. She was talking about how she hates the rain, but loves the smell of wet pavement and I was staring at her chest. She had a beautiful set of tits. After a few drinks we walked across the street to the hotel.
We got to the room and she quickly got to work. Her coat came off. Then she took the pins out of her hair and whipped it around. My heart started racing and images of us rolling around on the bed began flashing in my head. She ask me if I wanted to talk more or get right to it. The boner in my pants was trying to answer for me and I actually stepped towards her and said, “Let’s talk some more.”
What the hell Rider. Let’s talk more!? I have a knock dead beautiful woman waiting to put my cock in her mouth and I suggest that she actually use it for more pointless dribble? I sat down and listened to her, but thought about the girl. I wondered if she was safe. If she was riding with a helmet. If she had found some cool dive on a back road somewhere. I wondered what she ate tonight. I wondered if she had a coke or pepsi. I wondered if she did that annoying thing she does with her finger nails when she finds some dingy crap in them and flicks it out with another finger nail. DRIVES ME INSANE when I hear it happening! I wondered…if she was thinking about me.
Here I was in a pricey motel with a pricey hooker ready to suck my cock at the word go…and I was thinking about my WIFE! Why did she allow me to do this? Was it a test? Is there a hidden camera somewhere? Does she have some kind of secret contract with the agency and this woman? Did she just realize humans were just clever animals, but still animals and was fine with the fact that we weren’t programmed to just fuck one person for the rest of our lives??????
I could have sat there all night trying to figure it out, but I didn’t. I stood up, rang a cab, and showed that fantastic woman out of the room. I sat on the bed and thought about this past year of marriage. Did she think THIS would make me happy? Did she think that I was bored already? She thinks this would make me happy…does it appear that I’m not happy with her? I am. I am very happy with her. Am I showing it? Am I? Am I showing her that I am happy every day with her? Think think think. I don’t think I do. Do I? Why can’t I think? Why can’t I pinpoint an example of how I KNOW that I show her that I’m happy.
Maybe I don’t. Maybe I need to do it more. Maybe I need to be more understanding. Maybe I need to change my attitude. She agreed to this because I made her feel like I wouldn’t be happy with just one person before we got married. Maybe she agreed to this because she knew what a slut I was.
I’m rambling now. Basically, I had the freedom to have sex with anyone but her this weekend, and I chose not to.
I did however clean the whole house and did some things in the garden before she came home today. She didn’t even ask me how the weekend went. Didn’t even hint at it. There was no strain in her face like she wanted to know but felt like I should be the one to bring it up but didn’t want to wait for me to bring it up so now that she is stressed kind of strain. Did you follow that?
I came clean and she just laughed and started to make dinner.
I am happy with my marriage and sex life. Yes. I needed this weekend to realize that. Until next time. Namaste ”
Every year, his entries are almost the same. He gets his weekend and then never does it. Last year he faked a stomach bug. ha ha ha.