Carl and Dino,
I've come to realize a couple things as a result of chatting/meeting other women online:
- my wife has changed over time (or, perhaps more likely, her latent traits have come out over time)
- I've changed over time (or, perhaps more likely, my latent traits have come out over time)
Let me try to give an example.
One thing I've come to realize about myself is that I'm a boob man. (I'm sure that any woman (and maybe a few men) reading this are rolling their eyes right about now. I won't get into the whole discussion of why being entranced by boobs shouldn't be any different than legs, eyes, face, etc.) I'm not talking about any boobs. I'm talking about well-endowed women. That should be obvious, man. ;-)
My wife isn't a busty woman. In the beginning of our relationship, I had thought that a) I would never meet another busty woman (I can think of a couple I'd dated) for the rest of my life, b) that boobs weren't so important; that I could live with a woman who wasn't endowed, c) that if I just placed less emphasis on big boobs that my interest in them would go away or diminish considerably, etc. I think I'd mentioned to my wife that I did have an interest in them; she would tease me on occasion whenever a busty woman was about, but one day she reacted pretty negatively and ever since, I've either downplayed them, ignored them, or pretended they didn't matter to me. Basically, I was in denial.
Now, what's interesting here is that Bambi, Chloe and Darlene were/are all DD cup women. (Alice was something like an AA, but sex is a major priority in her life, plus she was seriously contemplating implants for the longest time.) I rediscovered what it's like to touch them, play with them, fall asleep with my hand cupping one, etc. And these women love(d) to have me touch them. Well, Bambi definitely did, I know Chloe did for a while, and well, Darlene and I haven't met face to face yet, but I know her feelings on the matter. *grin*
I can remember both times my wife was preggers, and grew to about the D cup size or so. But, she HATED having me touch them, so I was pleasant and didn't push the issue. (She also hates having her hair/scalp touched and hates wearing tight pants, but that's another story.)
This is merely one facet of my sexuality, one which I'd been in denial of.
I think I'm neglecting to mention something here, but I can't think of it now. Oh, maybe this is it: Carl, you describe your mutual feelings with this other woman. Don't be surprised if it gets extremely hot, and if you really start to question your relationship with your wife. If you like, make a checklist of the things you like and dislike about both of them. Be fair, and be complete. If you have a safe place to hide the list, check it every month or two to see if the balance has shifted at all.
I think that's it for now.
I've come to realize a couple things as a result of chatting/meeting other women online:
- my wife has changed over time (or, perhaps more likely, her latent traits have come out over time)
- I've changed over time (or, perhaps more likely, my latent traits have come out over time)
Let me try to give an example.
One thing I've come to realize about myself is that I'm a boob man. (I'm sure that any woman (and maybe a few men) reading this are rolling their eyes right about now. I won't get into the whole discussion of why being entranced by boobs shouldn't be any different than legs, eyes, face, etc.) I'm not talking about any boobs. I'm talking about well-endowed women. That should be obvious, man. ;-)
My wife isn't a busty woman. In the beginning of our relationship, I had thought that a) I would never meet another busty woman (I can think of a couple I'd dated) for the rest of my life, b) that boobs weren't so important; that I could live with a woman who wasn't endowed, c) that if I just placed less emphasis on big boobs that my interest in them would go away or diminish considerably, etc. I think I'd mentioned to my wife that I did have an interest in them; she would tease me on occasion whenever a busty woman was about, but one day she reacted pretty negatively and ever since, I've either downplayed them, ignored them, or pretended they didn't matter to me. Basically, I was in denial.
Now, what's interesting here is that Bambi, Chloe and Darlene were/are all DD cup women. (Alice was something like an AA, but sex is a major priority in her life, plus she was seriously contemplating implants for the longest time.) I rediscovered what it's like to touch them, play with them, fall asleep with my hand cupping one, etc. And these women love(d) to have me touch them. Well, Bambi definitely did, I know Chloe did for a while, and well, Darlene and I haven't met face to face yet, but I know her feelings on the matter. *grin*
I can remember both times my wife was preggers, and grew to about the D cup size or so. But, she HATED having me touch them, so I was pleasant and didn't push the issue. (She also hates having her hair/scalp touched and hates wearing tight pants, but that's another story.)
This is merely one facet of my sexuality, one which I'd been in denial of.
I think I'm neglecting to mention something here, but I can't think of it now. Oh, maybe this is it: Carl, you describe your mutual feelings with this other woman. Don't be surprised if it gets extremely hot, and if you really start to question your relationship with your wife. If you like, make a checklist of the things you like and dislike about both of them. Be fair, and be complete. If you have a safe place to hide the list, check it every month or two to see if the balance has shifted at all.
I think that's it for now.
ObviousMan
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