Real Life: I secretly have sex with my neighbor

“For most people, the honeymoon period is a time when you feel that calf love again. The excitement is at its peak, as you both feel intensely happy and in love. That naturally benefits the sex, as excitement means intensity. Unfortunately, that was very different in my case. Don't get me wrong, I love my husband. We care deeply for each other, so the marriage was definitely not a chore. I feel safe with him and he is my best friend; after all, we have been together for 14 years. But the only thing that has been missing all this time is really good, spicy sex.

My husband was my first, so I had no comparison when we met. I was 16 years old and hadn't really talked about sex with my girlfriends yet. As far as I was concerned, this was just how it was supposed to be. ‘Making love’ is what we did with each other, and still do. It wasn't until I got a bit older and started talking about sex with my friends that I realized that it had been the same for us for a long time. We just didn't experiment as much as the others. Because I didn't dare to try new things right away, I started to cautiously bring up what I heard from other people's sex lives. A little probing to see what he thought about it, as he heard it. Unfortunately, he never reacted enthusiastically, more with a bit of mocking, ‘why do people need to tie each other down,’ he would laugh. While secretly I was masturbating in the shower at the thought that he would be a bit rougher with me, instead of always being so sweet. He does everything so gently that I can't even orgasm when he goes down on me. It's just not enough; I need more than this. But when I help a bit by using my hand, he sees that as an insult. It feels like I'm in checkmate. But talking about it just doesn't work, and I certainly don't want to make him insecure.

But orgasming alone, fantasizing in the shower, is just different than being with someone. I have my needs too, and I can't settle for a life without orgasms for the rest of my life. That's why I decided it wouldn't hurt if I occasionally had sex with someone else. What you don't know won't hurt you, they say, right? And a possibility soon presented itself: new neighbors moved into the house at the end of the street. In a small village like ours, you quickly run into each other at the supermarket. We kept making small talk, and of course, I immediately found him an attractive man. But at some point, I noticed that he also needed a bit more excitement in his life. His wife loves vanilla sex: just normal, straight to the point. The times he tried new things with her, she wasn't enthusiastic. Now we have our evening at least once a week. When my husband has an evening or night shift at the hospital, the neighbor comes over to me. We do everything I never dared to dream of: bondage, whips, role play, you name it. It satisfies all my needs that I have had to suppress for so long. The first time I orgasmed, I immediately realized what I had been missing all this time. The only thing I regret is that I can't talk about it with my girlfriends, of course. They would be shocked.”