My wife Sue and I had often joked about the “Seven Year Itch” and now here we were coming up on our seventh anniversary and I had to admit that although the relationship was still just as good or even better than it was, the sex was getting a bit boring and no where near often enough to prevent frustration.
A couple of kids had curtailed our nude romps around the house and we were limited to our bedroom late at night if Sue was in the mood after a long day so I basically had to take care of my frustrations in private.
I had tried numerous times to talk about it but Sue either got angry or called me a sicko so I resigned myself to taking care of it myself.
I didn’t want to destroy our great relationship by getting caught with a bit on the side but a woman’s body was a damn sight nicer that a calloused hand and I had started to think that if an opportunity arose I probably wouldn’t be able to resist. I really needed to dump a load at least once a day and then the temptations and frustrations were wiped away for the rest of the day.