Amanda and I have been married for a little over a year. Amanda is a perfect wife; she doesn't complain about anything, she's independent, and she's very beautiful. She's 28 years old, despite looking younger, and she's very mature and confident.She has long hair, is slim, and loves to have a lot of fun in bed. I must confess that sometimes I can't keep up with her pace, as I'm almost 40 and no longer have the same sexual appetite as I did when I was younger. We're always spicing up our relationship with sex toys, movies, and having sex in public places.
On Sunday afternoon we went on a mountain hike which was in the northern part of town, there were five of us who met after lunch around five in the afternoon where the sun was setting, Carlos was a bit quiet but curious at the same time, Juan was inquisitive and wanted to know everything without thinking if it was right to say it or not, Samuel was the most thoughtful and thought everything over before doing it, Daniel was like a little rascal and he never stopped getting into trouble and bothering everyone non-stop, and I Lorenzo would eat them all up with my eyes since they were fine without thinking I would let them through the hoop one by one you know what I mean.
What I'm about to tell you isn't a fictional story; it happened in reality. Although my 25-year marriage was going smoothly, sexually, it was as cold as Siberia. My wife and I maintained only formal dialogue, for public consumption. In bed, we rarely had any kind of contact, such was the disinterest on both sides. Our sex life prior to this period was quite conventional. Although we had sex fairly frequently, we didn't engage in more daring practices. Oral sex was as conventional as it gets, and anal sex was out of the question. It was missionary sex with very few variations. Despite everything, I never imagined my wife would cheat on me. It didn't seem like her. She didn't display any traits of a fiery, sex-hungry woman.