This is my first and possibly last story. Do not judge strictly, or judge - as you like.

There will be explicit sex scenes in it, but they will be exactly where they are supposed to be based on the line of narration, and in the description in which they actually took place. Of course, the description of sex will depend directly on my personal perception of these very scenes; pictures that pop up in my mind, and imagination at the time of writing the story.

All of the following, for sure, boring for you text about myself and my experiences, I write only so that you understand how I became who I became - how I became a husband who changed his wife: how it happened and what preceded . After reading this, it will be easier for you to imagine that lump of emotions that has accumulated in me and freed itself outside. I will try without any extra sentiment.

I am 31 years old, as you already understood, I am married. I have been married for five years. The marriage between us happened more out of friendship. The wife on the face is not a horror story, moderately well-groomed, interesting in communication, but plump. A special passion for her never burned, even at the beginning. It is clear that the years of living together (addictive, life, problems, mortgage) almost completely extinguished the already not the most burning “fire of love”.

I began to increasingly look at other women, visit porn sites, masturbate. Sex with my wife was for me, rather a duty duty, and not always pleasant, than a way to have fun. Naturally, the wife also felt these changes: she became irritable, more sensitive than usual - thereby giving herself away from me even more.

Outwardly, it is not so much manifested. There were no grand scandals between us. We, as before, talked, smiled, spent our free time together. But as soon as it came to the intimate side of our relationship, the existence of a serious problem in these very relations became more and more obvious.

To make it clearer to the reader, which problems exactly are we talking about, I will give two examples. All men will surely remember that accepted feeling, that sexual implication, when a pretty girl unexpectedly takes you by the hand, or in some other way touches you. I personally recall the case when my classmate named Ira, explaining the walking route to me (I don’t remember exactly where), suddenly began to pull him out with my index finger on my hip. It was, if I'm not mistaken, in the ninth grade. I never went crazy on this Ira - just a pretty girl (then still a girl by my current age criteria). Fourteen years have passed since then, but I still remember how it was, and I remember those pleasant feelings that I experienced at the time of her touch.

With my wife for five years of living together such, or at least close to such sensations from her touch, I have never experienced (until a certain time, but about this, perhaps, later). Moreover, sometimes, when she pressed herself to me in bed, it became uncomfortable for me, it was physically not convenient - I wanted to free myself, to move away from her. But in order not to offend, I pretended that I was also pleased to be with her.

The second example is even more vivid and simple and prosaic: in sex with her, I have never been able to finish more than once per set. It turned out to cause a repeated erection, but for the second finish I simply did not have enough excitement. In this case, the first time became less and less bright.

I began to think that my potency was reduced from stress at work. I even went to a profile doctor who wrote me a bunch of referrals for tests. But I never passed the tests - I just scored on them.Probably in my heart I understood that my wife and I did not have a physiological problem, but rather a psychological one, or rather, one problem - my wife does not excite me as a woman.

As I mentioned above, I looked at other women. The thought of treason came to my mind more and more often. At first it was only sexual fantasies: sex with a tanned brunette in lace underwear, or sex with two girls at once, or anal sex, etc. Here it is especially to cancel that the girl's black hair color is my strongest fetish. In this case, his wife, unfortunately, dyed her hair in blond and made a short haircut.

Gradually, my fantasies began to turn into plans. My wife sexually liked me less. I looked with envy at couples in which the guys met with pretty girls. This is not about top models with irresistible appearance, but about ordinary cute girls with a slim figure who are going to meet you on the street, waiting for public transport at the bus stop, sitting at the next table in a cafe. They look at you with interest, sometimes smiling with a slight flirtatious smile. They are not somewhere far away, behind the glass of the monitor, they are near, sometimes at arm's length, and it was even harder for me from this proximity.

Against the background of my experiences, I began to feel like an unlucky person. I understood that it was just necessary for me to release my sexual energy with a woman who I would like, it would really excite me. It even seemed to me that if I did not do this, I would cease to be a man. At the same time, my moral bonds, regarding marital fidelity, in which I was initially convinced that they were firm, began to weaken and recede into the background. On the contrary, my steps towards adultery are becoming more and more real.

Sometimes I noticed how young employees who worked for my partners communicate with me in an easy flirting manner. And, probably, with a certain pressure on my part, this flirting could be developed into something more. However, the secret romance with a friend from my real life, I have excluded for myself even at the start. The risk of exposing such novels is enormous. Moreover, if we talk about an intimate relationship with someone from the work environment, this can negatively affect not only the family, but also the relations with partners.

I registered on the dating site under a different name, started a couple of correspondences, but it did not go further. I did not want to use the services of prostitutes - the preservation of health, plus before meeting my wife, I had a sad experience on the subject of sex for money. My friends, rather for courage and curiosity, summoned two prostitutes to the bathhouse. They brought pretty scary and shabby young ladies under the age of thirty (I was then no more than twenty-five). Even drunk courage and novelty did not help to get any pleasure from sex with them. Therefore, I was not going to waste time to have sex with some crocodile for an hour, and even for my own money I didn’t have a desire.

Looking through the Internet, I came across an erotic massage salon. Placed on the site photos of masseuse girls (where they were called fairies) were pretty pretty. It is clear that the faces of the girls were hidden, but the figures they were fit, well-groomed and clearly belonged to the young owners.

In addition, the site promised untold pleasure, comparable to sex, and maybe better. In this direct sex was strictly prohibited by the rules of the visit.

At that moment it seemed to me, almost the only acceptable solution. On the one hand, it’s as if it’s not quite a betrayal - there’s no sexual intercourse. On the other hand, it is an opportunity to touch a nude slender female body, an opportunity to get so much desired sexual discharge from contact with a beautiful woman. The thought of going to the salon sat deep in my head.

Honestly, I didn’t have a long, emotional rush to visit a massage. The final decision was made easy.

It was summer.I chose one of the working days when I was least loaded, I found the site and dialed the required number. Then everything is simple: the girl administrator answered with a pleasant voice, I asked if it would be possible to drive up in an hour, specified the address. The girl said that as soon as I arrived at the place, I would need to do another one ...