And I make no apologies. This isn't the sort of thing I can casually talk about with friends. I'd been married for about two years, when the sex stopped. At first it was great; a few times a week, sometimes more than once in a day. I still prefer more, but that was adequate. At some point I realized that nearly a month had gone by, and no sex. I asked friends for help, and one of them suggested porn addiction. I said there is no way my husband is addicte- No, my intuition exploded. It finally made sense. Porn addiction. It took a long time to get him to confess that he had been using porn all that time. He had been using the "low sex-drive" excuse, before. I'm not unattractive, I didn't "gain weight" - I actually started working out more after we met. Most men who pass me, check me out. I'm height, weight proportionate, hourglass, and somewhat athletic. I get compliments on my legs all the time, and people have told me I'm one of the most beautiful women they've ever met. I thought, perhaps I'm just not his type. I thought many things. I asked if I could fix this, but he refuses to even discuss the issue. He threatened to leave me if I kept bringing it up, and he started this habit of rolling his eyes at me when I try to initiate sex. A few months ago, I started noticing the teenage neighbor kid. Hes 19. I couldn't really gauge his age, and he looks about 25... well, I found the attraction growing, and I noticed him looking at me, then looking away shyly when I'd catch him. One day, he was outside sitting on his porch. I sauntered up and he beamed at me, while I shyly and blushingly initiated a conversation. I asked him to hang out and he grinned. There was an instant, intensely reciprocal attraction and we started communicating non-stop. He has had a really hard life, and has a wiser, more heavy soul than the typical 19 year old kid. We have common interests and never run out of things to talk about. I didn't really intend to have it turn sexual, but it did. One friday night, I was having some wine and chatting with friends about my sexless marriage, and I went home that night wanting to speak to my husband about it. I presented it as non-threateningly as I could: "I'm lonely. I'm horny. I just want to be intimate with you." He blew up at this and I surrendered. The neighbor kid was online, and I asked him if we could talk, I told him I wanted to tell him about my situation. We sat on my back porch, and I explained that I'm not quite a single girl, and I told him in great detail what it was I was dealing with. His body language and our chemistry told me it would be ok to kiss him, so I finally did. And we didn't stop kissing, for hours, more than to say a few words. We paused when he asked my age. I'm in my mid-30s. He said, "thats so hot." We resumed kissing. Our energy gets all meldy and passionate. I have never quite experienced that before, just something as strong and as mutual. I then said, "fuck me." So there I was, on my back porch with the neighbor kid, he undid his pants while I slipped mine off, and he buried his cock in me. It was nice and thick, and it felt so good, and I felt like someone had just injected a drug into my blood stream. I could instantly tell hes not a virgin, which was a relief. He was quite experienced actually. He gave it to me good and left me full of cum. I came in later, disheveled and flushed. Husband doesn't notice. Hes probably looking at naked asian women on 4chan. I walk to the bedroom, lay down, and just smell him on me. On my hands, in my hair. After that night, he started sneaking me into his bedroom after his mom falls asleep. I bite his pillowcases so that I'm not too loud, to avoid waking her up. He likes all this intense eye-contact when hes fucking my brains out. Its the hottest thing ever.