Jim was an average 30 year old professional. He had an athletic build that was slowly fading from the chiseled form of his 20’s, a decent job at a large corporation that promoted people who looked like Jim to upper middle management quickly, then let them simmer in the same position for decades. Jim had by all accounts the perfect life. He had a classically beautiful wife, she was tall, slender with wide hips, an ass that she defined with daily workouts, and a full chest that swelled when she was pregnant and never returned to its previous size. She was always eager to please her husband, offering before work blow jobs, or after 2 and a half glasses of wine, the occasional offer of anal. Jim loved to see his usually uptight wife, who was the alpha of the mommy and me club, on her hands and knees, begging for Jim’s thick cock in her tight asshole. Jim was happy with his sex life with her, but had a burning desire to explore other women.
By all accounts Jim should have been content, happy even. Jim was miserable though. He felt trapped in his life like a horse on a carousel, there were constant up and downs, but he was always on the same path going in circles.