He wasn't happy. It had taken him a long time to work that out, but with that admission things were made clearer.
He was surprised how the admission made him feel. On paper he "should" be happy. Good job; he was working hard and his efforts were getting noticed and he was getting more and more responsibility given to him which were more than gratifying. The pay was good and the conditions were pretty good as well.
He was in a long term relationship; he was travelling; was paying off his house and looking into the future at kids and more real estate investments.
His life was nearly planned out. He was the architect of his plan; but; he wasn't happy.
He wasn't classic good looking but he was what women classed as "handsome". He had had little trouble picking up when he was younger. Being reasonably athletic had kept his body in good shape as well which helped too.
One of the things that made him less than happy was the lack of sex going on in his relationship. He didn't consciously mean to be a highly sexual person that was forever horny.Try as he might he could never "turn it down". He thought about sex all the time and his girlfriend was always telling him to stop feeling her up.
There were other things of course but that is the thing that his mind kept returning to.
In an effort to try and reduce his burden on his girlfriend he had taken to coming home from work and watching some porn while having a quick wank. He always felt slightly guilty after doing it and he was never really satisfied with the orgasm that came with it.
He had tried websites that involved webteases to try and take some of his control away and to make it more interesting, but it still wasn't as good.
And that is how he finds himself here.
Here is out the front of a woman's house. This woman is not his girlfriend. He was browsing one of the webtease websites and found a thread on a forum that mentioned that there was a woman who was interested in giving some men a good time. No strings attached.
He doesn't know what triggered in his mind but he knew that this is what he wanted to do. He needed to know if it was just the lack of sex making him unhappy or if it was more.
A few emails were exchanged and a few raunchy pics, and he felt ready to meet.
He finished work early one day and drove over to he address she had emailed him. Nice area he thought as he was driving into her driveway.
He walked up to the front door and knocked. He wasn't sure what you wear to something like this so he changed into jeans and a t-shirt before leaving work.
He waited for what felt like forever; seriously thinking about walking away and writing it all of as a mistake when she answered the door.