Ok so here is the real unvarnished truth. When I met my husband I was living with my crazy ex-bf (he was my ex at that time as well). He was scary and he was mentally ill. I met him on a phone dateline. I heard his voice and somehow I just knew. We had s** pretty much on the first date. When he got undressed, I wasn’t exactly impressed. His p**** size was fine average to above average. But he has had his stomach stapled, it left him with a lot of loose skin. He looked kind of like an old man though he was only 30. S** was up eventful and lasted maybe a couple minutes or so. He came, I didn’t. Still, I loved talking to him and being with him. I even loved kissing him though he often tasted of cigs. We moved in together within a week, because I could not stay where I was. Time went on and I fell in love with him. I liked it because it wasn’t head over heels can’t think of anything else kind of love. It was warm and comfortable like I had known him for years. We got married 4 months after meeting. The s** never really got better. We’d fight, he wasn’t affectionate and rarely told me he loved me so I stopped both too. After about 7 years, I felt I couldn’t take it anymore. He was on the road a lot driving truck. I had started having an affair, I fell so hard for him. It was exactly that wild, head over heels kind of thing I tried to avoid. I lost my head for a bit and I left my hubby. Well, he figured out where I was and emailed me asking to talk. We spoke, he apologised for not being as loving as I wanted, so I went back. My husband was safe, he was security and we had history. I really believed he would change. He did for a while, the s** was incredible for a few weeks. He was loving, attentive, affectionate. But life marched on and it faded. So I cheated again with the same guy. I wanted that thrill, that excitement. Fast forward to about 3 years ago, I finally walked away from him (affair) for good. He found someone, got married, it’s been 3 or 4 years since I’ve had s**. My hubby says he lost interest. Well I sort of waned for a bit too. He wasn’t very loving, and I felt like a roommate. Now he’s living and more affectionate. Now the trouble us I want him, but he doesn’t want me. It hurts me. Still, I will never cheat on him again. I want to have s** with only him. It wasn’t the best, but I felt wanted. I guess I’m out of luck. Unless his friend wants to with my hubby permission. It seems possible. I guess I will see