I sat on the couch, watching the flicker of the TV screen in front of me. Brooke was on her phone, scrolling through social media. I couldn't help but feel a sense of sadness and frustration. Our marriage had hit a rough patch, and I didn't know how to fix it. Brooke's high libido was causing arguments and tension between us. I knew that we needed to talk about it, but I didn't know how to broach the subject without making things worse.
I know most men would kill to have a wife that wanted sex all the time, but Brooke was off the charts, and fucking six times a day was tough after a while. It was ok in my twenties, but now in my forties, I needed a break. Most days I think my wife should go to a therapist because I think she has nymphomania, then other days I think its just a high sex drive.
I know this sounds weird, but lately I had thinking about bringing another man into our marriage so he can help satisfy her, because I can't keep up, I am exhausted. But that brings up a whole mess of problems, finding the right guy, finding a clean guy, finding someone who doesn't want to take her for himself. So I shoot that idea down in my head, and most days I feel I am trapped in a over-sexed marriage.
The TV program we were watching ended, and a documentary about polyamory started playing. I turned to Brooke, trying to gauge her reaction. She looked up from her phone and frowned.
"What is this?" she asked.
"It's a documentary about polyamory," I replied. "Do you want to watch it together?"
Brooke rolled her eyes. "Why would we want to watch that?"
"Well, I don't know...," I said hesitantly. "With your high libido, maybe we could explore opening up our relationship."
Brooke's expression turned from annoyance to confusion. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"I mean, we could look for another partner," I said, my heart pounding in my chest.
Brooke's face twisted in anger. "Are you saying I'm not enough for you? That you need someone else?" she exclaimed.
"No, that's not what I meant," I replied, trying to keep my voice calm. "I love you, Brooke. I just want to find a way to make this work for both of us."
Brooke shook her head. "I can't believe you would even suggest something like this. Are you gay? Is that it? You don't want me anymore?"
My heart sank at her words. I never thought she would accuse me of being gay just because I wanted to explore the idea of polyamory. I took a deep breath, trying to control my emotions.
"No, Brooke, I'm not gay. I love you, and I want to make this work. But we have to be honest with each other and find a way to satisfy our needs without hurting each other," I said.
Brooke's eyes narrowed, and she crossed her arms over her chest. "I don't know if I can do this, Luke. This is too much for me to handle right now," she said, her voice wavering.
I felt a pang of guilt and regret in my chest. Maybe I should have waited to bring up the subject, or approached it in a different way. But it was too late now.
