Fateful Interracial Interlude

Sam and I had been married for several years. We'd known each other since we were teenagers, and our love was strong. But things hadn't always been perfect.

In the beginning, things were fine. We never really fought, and sex was great. It wasn't until we hit our early twenties that things started to change. Once we got comfortable in our relationship, the sex started to become routine.

A few years of this passed before I finally broke down and told him how I felt. And he listened. He said he hadn't realized it had been a problem, but would do his best to try harder to keep me satisfied.

And for a few months, things did get better. Then they started to get worse again, until the point where I could hardly even get him to touch me anymore.

It wasn't that he didn't want to give me an orgasm - he had no idea how! We'd tried everything from toys, to role play, to watching porn together - anything that might help him pick up some new techniques - but nothing was helping. It felt like he'd given up on me entirely.

I felt lonely in our marriage. I missed the intimacy we used to have. It hurt me deeply that after so many years together, my husband simply didn't know what he was doing when it came to pleasing a woman sexually.

After a particularly rough night of frustration for both of us, I decided that I needed some time away from home so went out with friends for the night and stumbled home well after midnight after a few too many cocktails. Sam was already asleep by the time I got in through the door, so I stripped off in my room and headed straight for bed without waking him saying only "sorry" as I slipped under the covers next to him naked and snuggled up against his back where he spooned me. When he finally awoke hours later he rolled over toward me and pecked me on the cheek before rolling out of bed to get ready for work like any other morning in our routine together except this morning instead of getting dressed while kissing me goodbye like usual he grabbed his toiletries bag and headed into the bathroom alone shutting the door behind him leaving me lying there with tears streaming down my face because suddenly I knew what it meant when someone says "it's just not going to work out". Suddenly I knew that our marriage was over and it was all my fault because deep down inside I hated myself for being such a horrible wife that my husband couldn't even spare an hour or two every week day morning anymore to make love to me before starting his own day instead of masturbating alone in the shower because at least then he could still be touching himself while thinking about fucking someone else who actually knows how to give a man an orgasm instead of a woman who can barely take care of herself let alone her husband who's been reduced all those lonely years to trying desperately every sexual position imaginable that might accidentally result in getting lucky despite knowing full well deep down inside that no matter how much sex you have with your wife she will never ever learn how to make you cum because she is too self-centered and stupid and pathetic and worthless!

I woke up with tears running down my cheeks as another wave of regret washed over me for being such a terrible person with no self-control or morals whatsoever for having thoughts like this about my loving partner of ten years whom society considers sacred as long as we agree not talk about all the things men hate women for because if we did then people would realize most women are just as rotten as all those hot young girls who seek out wealthy married men their age who are willing to spoil them by helping them live their lives more comfortably than they could ever afford on their own while at the same time feeding their egos by offering them sexual pleasure they are unable to provide themselves leaving us poor husbands feeling so emasculated by our inability to perform sexually that all we can do is watch helplessly as these women saunter into our lives destroying everything around us including ourselves until we grow old alone wondering why life doesn't feel quite right while secretly wishing every day that there was something more we could've done differently as if it somehow isn't already too late...