Showing posts with label affair. Show all posts
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Friday, August 15, 2008

An Unfavorable Love Affair

Almost all men do it. But, that doesn't mean that I want MY husband to do it.

When it comes to sex, be it radio, TV, or the web, you can be assured that my husband is drawn to it like a dog on a walk having to pee on every tree.

I'll be cleaning up the kitchen, wrapping up for the day, and he'll be in front of the TV watching something about sex. Whether it's Sex TV, the Man Show, or a soft core kind of porn.

To me, it's like he'd rather pay attention to other naked, or semi-naked women than his own wife. It makes me feel unpretty, unloved, lonely, and turned off because it makes me think of him as...well a gross sex obsessed man.

It's like a love affair.

Except there's no love in the equation, literally.

I don't understand how some women enjoy this kind of thing, and get turned on. I don't see the point, or enjoy at all watching other people having sex.

Unless it's sex in romantic movies, when the sex is more about making love because they are in love.

Not to knock the billion dollar sex industry, or anything!

But, the fake, just for the camera, shaved chests and privates, fake moaning, oiled up bodies, corny dialogue, fake boob-kind of sex just grosses me out.

I'm interested in my husband, the love of my life, and no one else - no matter how big their boobs, or their -you know what.

So why do men do this? Why are they so drawn?

Is it because they think that the grass might be greener on the other side? Because they don't get enough sex, or the right kind of sex?

Am I that inadequate?

After too many glances of boobs, behinds, and my husband sitting on the couch doing absolutely nothing, I told him what would happen if he chose to keep it up.

I explained how it made me feel, and that it was his choice.

If he expected me to want to be turned on by him, and be ready to jump into bed with him, he was going to have to figure out some other kind of foreplay than fake boobs plastered all over my living room TV screen.

So it's the fake boobs, and the sex on the TV, OR it's the REAL deal laying in his bed waiting for him. His choice.

Man, I sound mean.

Here's my justification though:

He doesn't much like when I talk about how his Grandma just had to have a hysterectomy, about how I had to handle a huge poopy diaper explosion earlier that day, or about anything non-sexual right before we make love, so why should I have to suffer through what I don't find as a turn-on before we get into bed with each other?

All I have to do is say is "vasectomy," and his you know what shrivels into a little wet noodle.

I believe that in a marriage, you try your best to look after your partner's needs.

His needs are sex. I need romance, and then sex.

Fake boobs, fake sex, and all that fake stuff is not my idea of a romantic way to be seduced.

Let's just say that my husband hasn't been having sex with the TV any more, at least not before bed. He prefers the REAL version instead, thankfully.

Sincerely,

Mama of Romance
xoxo

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