My wife, Isabel, is Portuguese. She is slim, has beautiful A cup breasts with conical nipples, is 5'2", has long dark curly hair and a voracious sex drive.
When we were just married this meant having sex three or four times a time, plus first thing in the morning at least five times a week. But after the first year or so my sex drive faded slightly and hers picked up. I couldn't work out what to do. I just couldn't keep up with her and she needed constant care and attention.
At first we were both depressed, and after a while we talked about what to do and finally agreed on her trying to pick up someone for sex, to see if that would work for her without completely freaking me out. I was slightly worried, but I'd been involved in all sorts of multiple partner scenarios at university (Bristol) when I was younger, so I thought I'd be able to cope.
We went away for the weekend -- a place where we'd never been before or were likely to go again, Marlow -- and Isabel went out to find someone. I waited in the hotel bar, reading a weekend newspaper and waiting for Isabel to come back with a beau and take him to our room. If she could. Else, I was waiting for her to come back and take me to our room. In any case, I was waiting.