Did You Marry the Wrong Person?
If you did marry the wrong person, now what?
Admit it. Especially if you don't have to think twice about it. You married the wrong person. Right? Now what do you do? Especially if you have children with a woman that you, clearly, don't love and are no longer sexually attracted to, what do you do?
Do you separate and live apart? Do you divorce? Divorce lawyers cost a bundle.
Who gets custody of the children, you, her, or do you negotiate for joint custody? After paying for your divorce attorney, can you afford to pay child support while your ex-wife dates other men? All things to consider, even with your financial help, as a single mother, can your ex-wife afford to support herself and your children?
Instead of filing for divorce, what other options are available to you? Do you live like a monk and never have sex again? No longer seeing your friends, do you live like a hermit and sequester yourself in your house and masturbate while watching porn and reading erotica on Literotica? Or do you take a lover and have a sexual relationship with someone else on the side without your spouse knowing? Difficult for your spouse not to know that you're having sex with someone else when you both share the same friends. People talk, especially rejected women.
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Think about it, it's as simple as that and quite easy to do, with all of the people in the world to choose from, did you marry the wrong person? With 50% of marriages ending in divorce, whether you admit it or not, there's a 50/50 percent chance that you married the wrong person. Chances are you would have been happier had you married someone else, a stranger you just met, a family friend, an old classmate, a former girlfriend, a co-worker, or, (gulp), a relative or an in-law.
'I should have married my 46-year-old, MILF of a mother, Carol, or my 22-year-old, sexy sister, Lauren,' thought 25-year-old Robert while imagining them naked and having consensual sex with them. 'They're both sexy, pretty, fun to be with, have great bodies, and they both have big tits. If not marrying one of them, now that I'm no longer having sex with my frigid wife, at the very least, I'd love to have sex with my mother and/or my sister. Something that I've always wanted to do, slowly strip them both naked while making out with them. I've always been sexually attracted to them.'
Think about it. Admit it. As a way of finding that elusive happiness to make his life better for the rest of his life, marrying a relative is an unorthodox, forbidden way to have his cake and eat it, too. Only, having sex with his mother and/or his sister would be one delicious cake to digest.
Yet, with everyone thinking that there's something wrong with him for wanting to marry his mother or his sister, what does he do now? If not marrying one of them, something as unbelievable as it is true, believe it or not, many men would love to have consensual, incestuous sex with their mothers and/or their sisters. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, his mother and/or his sister would never have incestuous sex with him never mind marrying him.
Temporarily living with his mother and his sister after leaving his wife as a trial separation, he needed to think of his options. He loved his mother. He loved his sister. Subtly hinting by his stares and leers, he's made it no secret that he's, indeed, sexually attracted to his mother and sister. He's made it no secret that he'd love to have sex with one, the other, or with both of them.
While watching mother and son porn, he can't count how many times he had masturbated himself while imagining stripping his mother naked and having consensual sex with her. While watching brother and sister porn, he can't count how many times he had masturbated while imagining stripping his sister naked and having consensual sex with her. Only, not knowing how to go about it, unable to think of a way to sexually seduce his mother and/or his sister, he wished he could have incestuous sex with his mother and/or his sister. He was left to lust over them wile masturbating himself.
'Seriously, what's wrong with me? I can't marry my mother. How dare I want to have sex with her. That's insane. What would people think,' he thought? 'Besides, forget about marrying me, my mother would never have sex with me. She's a morally modest, church going woman. With an endless number or women to have sex with, I need to forget about having forbidden sex with my mother and move on to someone else. Surely, I can pick someone up that my wife doesn't know.'
'I can't marry my sister. My sister is my best friends. Forget about having sex with my sister, that's forbidden. What would people say,' thought Robert? 'Besides, forget about marrying me, my sister would never have sex with me. She's as modest as she's shy and as good as she is wholesome.'
Instead of thinking about marrying and/or at least having sex with his mother and/or his sister, he thought about marrying and/or at least having sex with his mother's sister, his 48-year-old aunt, Emma, and/or her adult daughter, his 26-year-old, cousin, Jennifer. Sexually attracted to both women, in the way that he'd love to have consensual sex with his mother and/or his sister, he'd love to have consensual sex with his aunt and/or his cousin. With him thinking about leaving his wife, the potential of having sexual relations with his mother, his sister, his aunt, and/or his cousin were all possibilities.
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Convoluted and perversely perverted as it sounded but true, oddly enough, if he could have legally married his mother, perhaps, he would have been happier had he married her instead of remaining married to his wife. Convoluted and perversely perverted as it sounded but true, oddly enough, if he could have legally married his sister, he would have been happier had he married her instead of his wife. Once again while masturbating himself, he imagined making out with his mother and/or his sister while slowly stripping them naked and them willingly having consensual sex with him.
'I wish I had never married my wife. I wish I was married to my MILF of a mother,' thought Robert unable to shake the perversely perverted thoughts of stripping his mother naked and fucking her. He imagined buying his mother a ring, getting down on one knee, and proposing to her. "Mom, will you marry me?"
If she won't marry me, at the very least, I wish my mother would have consensual sex with me.
'Mom, if you won't marry me,' he imagined saying to his mother. 'Will you have sex with me?'
He imagined his mother looking at him as if he was crazy while he looked at her with love and sexual lust.
'I can't marry you, Robert. You're my son. And I surely can't have sex with you. That would be forbiddingly wrong,' he imagined her saying.
Thinking of who else he'd marry if he could, he thought of his sister.
'If not my mother, I wish I was married to my sexy sister,' he thought. He imagined having sex with his sister while masturbating himself. 'I wish my sister would willingly have incestuous sex with me,' he thought. 'I'd love to have incestuous sex with my sexy sister.'
He fell asleep while dreaming of having consensual sex with his mother and his sister.
'I wonder what my mother looks like when having a sexual orgasm. I wonder what she sounds like when cumming. I wonder what my sister looks like when having a sexual orgasm. I wonder what she sounds like when cumming.
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After temporarily separating from his wife, Robert stayed at his mother's house with his mother and his sister. He reclined on his old, childhood bed while stroking his cock to an erection and imagining being married to his mother, Carol. Something sexually exciting to imagine, he imagined making out with his mother, French kissing her, and slowly undressing her while touching her and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. He imagined slowly stripping her naked and masturbating her. He imagined licking her pussy and rubbing her clit while reaching up to pull, turn, and twist her erect nipples.
'Oh, my God. If I can't marry my mother but, at the very least, I wish I could have sex with her. Only, she'd never have sex with me,' he thought. 'My mother isn't like that. She's not an incestuous whore in the way that I'm a perverted son. All that I can do is to masturbate myself while imagining having sex with my mother.'
With neither one of them wearing robes over their short, sheer, sexy, and low-cut nightgowns, giving him a show of their nearly, naked bodies, Robert had a clear view of what they looked like naked. If he didn't know them better, he'd think that they were sexually teasing him by flashing him some part of their bodies that he shouldn't see. Giving him plenty of views of his mother's and his sister's big breasts to masturbate over, he could clearly imagine what they looked like topless.
Then, when they sat across from him with their knees parted in their short skirts, whether deliberately or accidentally, they flashed him their white panties. When they sat across from him in their short nightgowns, again, whether deliberately or accidentally, they flashed their naked pussies. Giving him even more to masturbate over, when he wasn't masturbating over imagining feeling, fondling, and sucking their big tits, he masturbated over fingering and licking their pussies.
With masturbation all that he had to sexually satisfy him, he went to bed and awakened the next morning masturbating over his mother and sister's naked breasts, their panties, and/or their naked pussies. When he wasn't masturbating over his MILF of a mother, he was masturbating over his sexy sister. Curious for her reaction to seeing his naked cock, daring himself to do so, he wanted to flash his mother his naked prick. Curious for her reaction to seeing his naked cock, daring himself to do so, he wanted to flash his sister his naked dick. Only, he'd never flash them his naked prick.