Monogamy is prized in most of Western Civilization. While I'm not an anthropologist I have studied enough social sciences, and read enough, to realize that monogamy can have many advantages. They include, but are not restricted to, lack of concern about STDs, a readily available sex partner, trust, emotional fulfillment, and even economic benefits. In general, monogamy can lead to a harmonious life.
Where children are involved monogamy has a number of social benefits. Most sociologists and anthropologists agree that monogamy is the best way to protect a family unit. Customarily it has helped ensure that fathers support their wives and children, and allowed for property to be inherited when the parents died. Traditionally it also provides the most stable environment in which to nurture children.
Not everyone is happy with a "harmonious" life, however, or is completely sold on monogamy ensuring the most stable environment for raising offspring. There are some people, whether they be risk takers by nature, adrenaline junkies, or have the propensity to be easily bored, where other factors can outweigh the normal personal or societal advantages of a monogamous relationship. I'm in the latter group.
I, Celeste Childress nee Jensen, was brought up in a conventional Midwestern American home. My family was religious, but not overly so, and my monogamous (according to everything that I have ever been able to glean about them) parents gave my two brothers and me good traditional values while at the same time they taught us to think independently. As the only girl I was protected and sheltered more than my male siblings, but again not to extremes. In fact, I probably needed a little more sheltering than my brothers because I always was a risk taker whether it came to physical challenges (especially sports, which I excelled at), school work (my term papers were always "out there," garnering many A+s and a few D minuses), or relationships (friendly or romantic).
I followed a pretty typical relationship path for those in my part of the world and had a fair number of sexual encounters with a number of different boys, then men, as I matured. I don't think that I was particularly unusual because I enjoyed the physical aspects of sex even if I had no significant emotional involvement with my partner, although normally if I had real feelings for the guy the sex was more satisfying. However, if a guy was cute, respectful, and discrete, and liked easting pussy, he could most likely get me to fuck him by devoting only a reasonable amount of time and effort whether or not I had a true romantic interest in him.
I'll leave my appearance to your imagination, except to say that since my senior year in High School I have been five feet eleven inches tall and weighed between 133 and 141 pounds. My most outstanding feature is my long legs -- long even for someone my height -- including sculptured muscular thighs. My nickname in High School and college was "killer," a testament both to my ability to spike a volleyball and my thighs.
I fell in love my senior year in college, gave up my volleyball scholarship to concentrate on my relationship, and married Frank Childress a year after we graduated. Frank did like to eat pussy, and was -- considering the emotional component -- a good fuck. I married him with the clear intention of practicing monogamy. After all "forsaking all others" was in my wedding vows and the value system instilled by my parents prized honesty.
Frank was/is a go-getter, and has always been a success in business. That requires a significant time commitment. While he likely bestows an average amount of attention on me, based upon what I perceive is the case for my married female friends, he certainly is not super-attentive. Also, he doesn't share the need that I have for physical activity. His natural metabolism allows him to remain slim despite his lack of physical activity. I don't know if I would maintain my physique if I stopped exercising because I never have my entire life. I like my five foot eleven inch, roughly 135 pound, frame and the energy level I have maintained even into my thirties. I love the rush that a good workout gives -- it is SO much better than the high I got the few times (in college) that I got drunk or took mild recreational drugs, neither of which I have done since my senior year in college.
When Frank was keeping a particularly busy work schedule during our ninth year of marriage, and I was primarily taking care of our five year old son, Brad, and three year old daughter, Bernice, and working outside the home only about ten hours a week, I started to have my first misgivings about monogamy. Of course many women go through an anxious period when they worry that they are changing from a sexual being to just a "mom," and "wife," but my situation was different.
I never, ever, doubted my sexual attractiveness, and the physical and emotional demands of taking care of two small kids never bothered me because of my traditionally high energy level. However, it was my obvious sexual attractiveness, boredom, and my risk taking nature, that caused me to think carefully about monogamy and its relationship to the institution of marriage.
I talked -- in general terms only -- with most of my female friends, whether married, single, divorced, or widowed. They had all different takes on things, brought up many interesting points some of which reinforced the classic advantages of monogamy, and some of which were virtually opposite. I finally reached the point where I thought that I needed to directly confront the issue.
I confronted my feelings first by carefully examining the relationships between my married friends or co-workers (past and present) who had children five to ten years older than mine, including actually getting them to participate in confidential phone surveys by employing a young actress friend of mine interested in earning a few extra bucks.
Secondly, I shipped the kids to their willing grandparents for a full week and insisted that Kent accompany me on a second honeymoon of sorts, although I certainly never referred to it as that. I carefully observed Kent, his reactions to other women (few), his reaction to me (attentive but uninspiring), and reactions of other men to me (excited).
Thirdly, I started partaking in challenging competitive athletics, obviously not to the extent that I had when playing three sports in High School or intercollegiate volleyball, but enough so that my adrenaline flowed more frequently and forcefully.
Finally, I consulted with two psychologists, a marriage counselor, and an attorney, about classic effects of an affair by one of the spouses. I also read extensively on the subject, and spent the entire day with a divorced friend of mine who had caught her husband cheating, and a half-day with another friend who had cheated on her husband and was now going through a bitter divorce.
At the end of my examination/evaluation, which took the better part of six months, I came to a definitive conclusion. I wanted casual sex two to three times a week with the same partner, with minimum possibility of destructive emotional involvement on either of our parts. I felt that I needed that to make my life exciting, that it was the only thing that could do that for me, and that I was willing to accept the consequences if I was found out. Those consequences would include accepting a divorce without complaint or acrimony, ensuring that Kent had ready access to his kids (even though he was not a particularly vigilant or involved father) even if it meant we had to live in adjacent apartments, and giving up the many material things that Kent's business success provided.
As part of my decision I vowed to myself that I would not lie to Kent about my sexual activities. I certainly would never volunteer information but if he ever asked me a direct question I would admit to them.
The next thing that I had to do was to find a worthy partner, one who could accept a trial relationship. My requirements for a partner were physical fitness, love of eating pussy, discretion, ready availability, no possible problems with diseases, ability to deal with a sexual relationship without overpowering emotional commitment, and someone who had enough to lose if our sexual relationship was discovered to have a powerful motive to be as attentive to secrecy as I would be.
This latter component ended up to be more difficult to achieve than I thought possible. I had not found a suitable partner even after almost eight months of active searching. During that time, just to assure myself that this was what I wanted, I did engage in two sexual escapades, the first three months into my search, the second six months into it.
In the first sexual escapade, I dropped the kids off at my parents' house one morning when Kent was out of town and I went to a University campus about thirty miles away. I found and seduced a true "hunk." He ate me to two orgasms in his room at a fraternity house, and although I made him use a condom he fucked me good. Actually, he figuratively fucked my brains out. The adrenaline rush I got from that -- especially after I saw his roommate peeking in on us with a wide-eyed expression and with his hand obviously on his cock -- made me redouble my efforts to find a partner.
In the second sexual escapade, while at a convention with Kent on a tropical island, two days in a row I went to a hotel on the other side of the island while Kent was attending meetings, trying to scare up some appropriate cock. The second day I got lucky. I found a guy on the beach who was attending a convention with his wife, who also was in meetings. We compared their schedules, I showed him my pussy, and in his hotel room that afternoon he ate me to one orgasm, fucked me doggy (with a condom on) through two more, and I gave him a blow job. This experience made me quadruple my efforts to find a suitable paramour.
During the eighth month of my search my persistence paid off. One Saturday night at a party hosted at her house by one of my ten year older female friends there were a few of the teachers from the private religious school that her son attended. One was/is a social studies teacher and the boys' basketball coach. His name is Garrett Danner. He clearly met my first criteria since he was six three, two hundred pounds, with big biceps and a flat stomach. His face wasn't classically handsome but had character.
