Disclaimer: This is a fiction story.
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It had been twenty years of a frustrating sexless Marriage. Well, the sex happened maybe three or four times a year, but those times she was either tipsy or going through something else.
I figured the only way to save my marriage at this point was to just come out about my feelings, and force myself to be as honest as possible - all risks aside - and share with her my deepest fantasies and desires I had been bottling inside for years. I figured the worse that could happen was that she would get a divorce, but at least this way we both had a new chance at happiness.
Even though she is my second wife, I've always considered her my first real wife. While my former marriage lasted all but 10 months, this new woman was in it for the long haul and made it very clear since the first few months of our relationship that she loved me unconditionally and refused to quit the relationship even though I had given her every reason to.
I felt it was time for me to tell her what I've been avoiding telling her for years; That I had been wanting - no, NEEDING - to fuck a younger woman. Someone who would make me feel alive again and remind me how fun life can be. I needed to let her know that I could not stop thinking about fucking a college girl, and that it was such a huge part of my daily fantasies that I could not move on without trying it at least once.
I came home from work that evening, and told her we needed to talk. I told her that I have felt miserable for a while and that I have seen her unhappiness in our lack of sex lately. I spilled the beans, the entire 1lb bags of 'em.
To my surprise, she acted shocked, but also as if she had expected to hear this. I'm not sure how she figured it out but she seemed to have been prepared for it and ready with a plan.
The first thing she said was a reassuring, "it's okay, baby."
