Everyone else I've ever met is just a trying to be good, but my Denise is actually good. She is pure and good a right. She was a virgin on our wedding night. I was not. I was a 2x divorced father of 4, swinger, nudist, traveler, empty, selfish, ... But she, she was beautiful, 39yrs old when we met. I was 41.
We've been happily ever after picture book married for 5yrs. Everything is absolutely Norman Rockwell perfect
except that in the last 5yrs we've only had sex <50 times.

I am increasingly concerned that my winters in Negril and the lifestyle I lived has ill prepared me for someone so unable to even conceive of the things that I once considerd a lot of fun.

I'm not looking to share, expose, or corrupt my bride. I'm just looking for a way to make it funner than a child's tea party. She is so innocent, so good, so pure. I really am a pig.

The sexual experience I've had were with very willing and adventurous women.
My beautiful, lovely bride is willing, to a very decent level of decency, and adventurous  as fearful.

I'm a dominant, flat out. I couldn't even bare that Denise would even be degraded by knowing what that means. Why corrupt such purity?

She so beautiful. She looks 25. Very low milage. Never drank a drop, smoked a puff, or popped a pill.
I don't think she's ever intentionally ever even broken a rule.

How muck longer can a freak like me play mid-western/middle-age/ middle-class painfully average white guy?