When I was young I was a standard horny girl. I spent lots of time on tumblr dreaming about celebrities and kink. Then when I was finishing high school I started dating this boy and we got married right out of college. On the day of my wedding I thought I would only ever have sex with one man.
Our libidos never matched up. In high school, he was the one who initiated sex, but I initiated everything else. Anal, kink, mutual masturbation, sex tapes. All me. He was weirded out, but we love each other, so he went along with it. Eventually though I got tired of asking and felt gross for making him do those things.
That culminated in a conversation a few years ago. He’s never been a jealous person. When he caught me in an especially kinky masturbation session, we had a long discussion where he said he didn’t really care if I saw other people. We don’t need to talk about it, and I had a more active social life anyway, so it worked out well. He wouldn’t have to wonder whether I was getting dick or drinks with the girls, and I wouldn’t hassle him for sex more than he wanted. He didn’t set rules, and frankly that’s made it a lot more fun to indulge.