The other reason

Having said yesterday that there’s still a small part of me that hopes that somehow my Wife might be encouraged / provoked into proudly releasing Her inner slut, there is another, more pragmatic reason why I’d like Her to find some of my porn / sex toys / more sexual clothing.

Assuming we’re not going to have a sexual relationship, I will almost certainly continue to feel a need to vent my sexual energies. That will undoubtedly involve masturbation, and I would prefer also to be able to enjoy porn, and sex toys and my more sexual clothing.

I’d like to feel able to wear my rubber chap-shorts from time to time. Or to be relaxed about hanging my see through red thong out to dry next to my Wife’s plain, opaque , beige knickers. Or lock my cock into my CB6000s in front of Her. Or, if I’m restlessly staring at the bedroom ceiling at 4am, to toss myself off to sleep without expecting disapproval.

Of course it would be nice to do all these things within a relationship. But in the context of a sexless marriage they, and the release they can bring, feel just that bit more important.

16 Responses to “The other reason”

  1. Yes, I almost wanted to comment on this the other day when you told us about your wife having almost certainly found your collection of underwear. I remember vividly wondering if that was such a bad thing, that it may lead to a discussion, or not, but at least she would know they exist and wouldn’t be surprised to see them coming out from time to time.
    This said, I have my fair share of plain, opaque, beige cotton knickers. Sometimes, nothing beats that sort of comfort. And frankly, if I’m going to exercise, there is really little appeal to me for a sexy lacy thong that is going to cut into my flesh every move I make. And I don’t want to ruin my nice undies with my salty sweat. I’d much rather other kinds of liquids ruin them πŸ˜‰
    Now, the next question is: Are you willing to explain to your child why you have rubber undies? Or red see-through thongs? I’m not saying you shouldn’t, I’m just saying, your wife is not the only one who may ask questions. Actually, considering your post the other day, there is a lot of probability she is NOT going to be the one to ask questions, but there may still BE questions πŸ™‚

    • Some sort of discussion would indeed be good. Though what sort, these days, I don’t know. But I’m not holding my breath.
      Thankfully it is only likely that adults will find anything sexually off-piste at the moment. We don’t yet have a problem with prying eyes and inquisitive hands delving down the back of drawers. I know that time will come, and appropriate measures will be taken … whenever and whatever they are neccessary.

    • I agree about the discussion. I think any sort would be good. Or at least better than what you have now πŸ™‚
      About the underwear, I meant if you hung it to dry next to your wife’s …

    • Actually I do just that. The contrast between mine and hers always strikes me.
      Of course, I always make sure to put it away before she gets home. (LOL)

    • And what does the little one say about that contrast?

    • Ask a man who has been blind all his life what is like to be blind? and he can have no meaningful answer, because he knows nothing different.

  2. I think you can do it – just say it to her. The bravery /courage to just tell her what you want to do may set your mind free a little and your body too. “Take it in your own hands” : )

  3. I share your pain. I wish my wife would ‘free’ me to masturbate when I wish, since her libido is so much less than mine. But she sees it as a form of cheating since she presumes I am thinking of someone else (even if it is just some random pornstar) when I do it.
    I’ve even suggested I masturbate beside her (in bed, lights out) if she can’t be motivated to have sex with me but even that is too much to ask – I’m just a dirty old pervert then! Unless she’s feeling slightly horny herself in which case she lets me do it, and occasionally might touch herself (but she does it secretly in the dark, and not for my shared pleasure, which is farcical because I’m lying right next to her!).

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