June’s Journey – Prelude

June lay awake just before dawn thinking about the contraption she had bought for her husband which was tucked away in the hall closet. She felt the familiar nerves jump and flutter in her stomach when she thought of the implications that came with giving it to him. What would he think of her after this? She rolled on her side and watched him sleeping. His strong facial features were softened by sleep and she pretended not to notice his quiet snore. His soft brown hair had started to get a little shaggy, she would have to remind him to get a haircut. She traced a finger through his full mustache where it was starting to gray. She had argued against his coloring it as she had considered that gave him a distinguished look. She recounted their twenty Şişli escort bayan years together in a brief moment as happy and content. His indiscretions were few and had hurt her. Though her initial reaction was pain and uncontrollable anger she had eventually been able to accept them and him with compassion and understanding. He was a borderline sex addict, so said their marriage counselor. She had known that when they were initially married. At the time it was exciting, as he brought out a passion from within her that she hadn’t known existed. But, with the years it had gradually worn her down, she felt she could never do enough to satisfy him. And, giving in to him on “favor” he wanted, always led to another “bigger favor”, even further Escort Sultangazi outside her comfort zone. She had come to believe at times there was no way of winning with him, better to say “no” before things got out of hand. The therapist said that he used her as his moral gauge; if she would do it, it must be okay. It left him free to construct fantasies and then try to get June to do them with him without considering any of the consequences. The line between fantasies and reality was a fuzzy line at best in his head. His approach left June often on the defensive, but not this time, she thought. She was, by nature, shy, quiet, and reserved. Prim, some might say. They had met in college. She was drawn to his intellect and confidence, Taksim escort he to her innocence and delicate disposition. He was very experienced in all things carnal and was fascinated by her naivete. He relished teaching her all there was to know about sex, the male body, and her own unexplored desires and sexual triggers. Their marriage had the normal ups and downs of most. It was during one of the lows when she had become wrapped up in the day-to-day of motherhood and taking care of a family that he felt neglected and dejected and had allowed himself to be swept up into an affair… or a few affairs, as it were. He was constantly finding women on line that shared one perversion or another with him. She had grudgingly accepted these Internet encounters as harmless and even invited him to share the latest ones in bedtime discussions. Once out in the open, they did not seem as threatening to her. They loved each other and had come out of it a stronger more communicative couple.