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Sinful Sunday 375 – Underdressed

Posted in Fetishwear, Fixing a broken marriage, Sinful Sunday with tags , , on June 17, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

It’s not that it promised to be a bad party, what ever that might constitute. And it’s not that I dislike the hosts (friends of my Wife), far from it. It was just going to be dull. I wasn’t going to know any of the other guests, and have little with common any of them.

Whilst the invitation didn’t specify a dress code, as the party was at an up market hotel, We assumed smart was the order of the day.
For smart, I opted for a suit. A few other guests had dressed up, but as it turned out, there were more than a few pairs of jeans (at least one ripped), various randomly logoed t-shirts, one baseball cap and I was the only person wearing a tie.

However, in an effort to rise above the anticipated tedium of the party, I’ll wager I was also the only person to Continue reading


Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , , , on June 5, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

We’ve been box-set binge-ing. We’re about 6 series behind. (I’m sorry, Dear American Reader, I can’t bring myself to call them seasons, even though it’s an American show.)
There’s sexual tension all over the plot lines. Office politics and who’s fucking who … or in most cases who’s not fucking who, but would really like to fuck them. [Ed: Thankfully there’s not as much actual fucking as in House of Cards, which AM removed from Netflix’s shows-to-watch-list about a year ago because, despite his love of porn, watching people fuck with his Wife in the same room was just far too uncomfortable. Jeez, AM’s fucked up!]

After a mildly Continue reading

Hot bunking

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , , on June 4, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

The weather had been hot for the last few days. Not Mediterranean hot, but hot enough for your average Brit to turn a crispy shade of lobster in a blink of naive optimism.

Our spare bedroom is sited in a poorly insulated converted roof space. (You’ll remember, Dear Reader, I chose to move out of the conjugal bed 7 months ago.) Over the winter the room got 3-blankets-cold. As we move into the warmer months it gets bakery-hot. A fleeting comment to this effect at bedtime and Continue reading

We talked about sex

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex with other people with tags , , , , , , on May 4, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

We talked about sex.
And desire.
And imbalance.
And the natural evolution of marriage.
It seems we may not be quite so alone in our troubles.

Of course I don’t mean Continue reading

Six of the best

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage with tags , on May 2, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Six weeks.

1) Six weeks since Our last session with Sue (the sex therapist/marriage guidance counsellor).

2) Six weeks since We discussed the value of continuing with Sue. Neither of us saw her as particularly good value for money.

3) Six weeks since We agreed our next session, if it were to happen at all, needed to Continue reading


Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Random stuff about sex, Sex therapy with tags , , , , , , , , on March 23, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

I’d had a shit morning.
Life on the front line of being a grownup had seen fit to give me two good kicks before We left the house. The consequence, I could so easily have pulled out of going to our therapy session today. It even went through my mind to get there and then excuse myself, leaving my Wife to talk to Sue on Her own.
But I didn’t.
Perhaps that would have taken more spine than I could muster.

Sue: You’ve been away. How was that?
Her: It started well on the first day. The next couple were more difficult, without us talking a great deal.
Sue turned to me …
Sue: How do you feel it went.
Me: It was Continue reading

Cleaning up my cum

Posted in Fixing a broken marriage, Sex on my own with tags , , , , on March 20, 2018 by Accidental Masturbator

Usually it is me that does the bulk of the household chores: shopping, cooking, laundry, ironing, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, taking the recycling out … Not that I do so begrudgingly – my Wife spends hours each day commuting, sat in tedious meetings, writing policy, and keeps a roof very comfortably over our heads, so it’s only fair.

And it’s not like She doesn’t pull Her weight around the house. Many weekends She’ll find something I haven’t got to yet, and will do it Herself without comment or complaint. Occasionally I feel guilty that I’ve missed something, though considering all the troubles in Our marriage, it is important to note that that guilt is entirely and genuinely self imposed.

Except there is one chore I am very happy to see Her undertake.

Having slept in the spare room for around 4 months, I have Continue reading

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