“Internet doesn’t count” she said defensively. My wife is from a super strict background, and had caught me with “porn” on my computer. Mind you it was just pictures of Monica Belluci. Thank god she didn’t know how to see hidden folders. I had fired back that I’d seen her chat logs flirting with a guy.
“So looking at a picture on the Internet is cheating, but talking to an actual human isn’t?”
“Internet doesn’t count, I’ll never meet them” she repeated.
“I guarantee you I’ll never meet Monica Belluci, and even if I did, I doubt she’s going to jump my bones” I fired back.
We talked for a few hours and setup ground rules. Flirting on the Internet didn’t count, for either of us, and she finally conceded that porn wasn’t cheating.
So that was it, we had ground rules, and I was going to obey them, to the breaking point.
The next time she was out of town, I posted a Dirty R4R. I offered to be a sexual puppet for a week to a stranger, whatever they wanted I would do it. The post wasn’t up long at all before I was contacted. I let them know about my tastes. I didn’t have the terms for it, but I’ve later been told I’m heteroromantic bisexual/pan, not much doesn’t turn me on.