I've been with the same woman for well over a decade. When we first met we had sex constantly. She even held a sex toy party at our house with her girlfriends and allowed me to watch as all of the girls she invited talked about what toys they'd use on themselves and what toys they'd use on their spouses. I was in heaven.
Then it all came to an abrupt halt. Menopause showed up and she lost all interest. We grew distant and basically turned into roommates. Then my dad died. I wound up driving cross country to sort out his affairs and prepped the house for sale.
As I spent weeks going through everything and eventually emptying out the house, I turned to web sites to find satisfaction while I was away from my woman. I saw a site that offered prostate stimulators and I bought one to use while I jacked off. With that one "toy," I found a pleasure that I've never experienced before. As I searched online for more subjects related to prostate stimulation, I found an ad for a gay hookup site--no, not that one--it was Squirt.
As I explored the site, I found the cruising section that listed places to meet guys and play and located a bathhouse in the area. I decided to finally step over that line and one day I drove to check it out.
I'd never done anything like this before and I was apprehensive as I talked myself into it and nervously entered the place. I paid for a locker and went in. I felt like a spotlight was on me the whole time. I was so nervous. I undressed, wrapped the way too small towel around my naked body and started to explore.
I felt like I was walking through a haunted house. The walls were plywood painted black with doors every 12 feet or so. Some were open and as I looked in I saw naked guys lying on beds in these small rooms--some on their backs, some on their stomachs.