Today, our relationship is great. Wonderful communication, intimacy, friendship, sex. I'm also 13 years sober.

But in December of 2009, we weren't good. I was fighting...well, participating in, an active addiction to cocaine and alcohol. As such, our relationship suffered. We almost divorced. She tried to ask me to leave. (I refused.)

When we reconciled, she told me about 1 incident that I kinda chalked off to relationship woes. But something new surfaced recently. A few months ago (November), I took a vow to stop speaking negatively to my wife. I needed to change some things in my personal life, and I know she wanted our 24 year marriage to evolve some. And it's been great. We are friends again, and our sex life is amazing. I mean, if I'm honest this shelter in place thing has been AWESOME, from a sex standpoint. :)

A month ago, she told me she needed to tell me something, while we were in the midst of a sertraline (Zoloft) Viagra fueled bed-in. She proceeded to tell me a tale of her, and a friend. The friend is super loose, and probably at the time 100 lbs heavier than my wife. Said friend was prostituting, basically, scoring men off of Back Page. She knew our situation, and invited her to go hang out. While they were out, a client contacted her friend (we will call her T) and wanted to connect. They agreed to meet at an adult theater in Dallas called Lido. While they were there, T blew the guy, and my wife watched on. She said it was extremely erotic, and afterwards they all left for a hotel. While at the hotel, she began making out with T. Mostly just breast fondling, some kissing. T invited her to make out with the client, and after some making out, fondling and dry humping, my wife told T she needed to fuck the client. She stripped, got on the bed and let him take her, essentially cutting T out. She says the sex itself was unfulfilling, and I tend to believe her, as she told me this later on, after a dose of her night time meds (Xanax) which basically act as truth serum for her. I mean, she tells everything when I ask. The situation was hotter than the actual 60 seconds of sex. She tells me this story, and looked at me in absolute terror, as to how I would respond. Apologized over and over. I told her....with a smile, you, nasty little slut, kissed her, and we proceeded to fuck the afternoon away. We've talked about it since, and we've reached a few conclusions: 1. She got paid to fuck. Well, her friend essentially whored her out. Which, we both find kinda hot. We are good citizens of the community, and no one would believe this. 2. I played a role in putting her in this situation, due to my own addictions. As such, I see this as erotica that we use to enhance our sex life. It was forever ago, and it happened due to my inability to provide for her emotional needs as a husband. 3. We have since visited Lido. I was curious, and we are also exploring some soft swinging. Maybe not so soft, we shall see. Once I was there, I understood how anyone in such a raunchy environment would absolutely need sex. (We found one decent guy there, his name was Marty. Retired attorney. We would have shared with him, had he only returned to the theater. Anyway...)She's a sexually confident woman. She just took charge of her situation. I find it incredibly hot and the oy bad thing? I told her if it was me, and I had paid good money, I would have fucked her twice. At least.

We've been going thru her sexual inventory. Incredibly hot..we've tried swinging in the past but, the guys have screwed it up. Maybe we'll share more here in the near future.