You felt as if this was the natural progression of the relationship. It had been a good five years now and the sex had been dying down to almost non existent. It was now basically valentine’s day and your anniversary, or at least those were the last two times you fucked until this one day. Call it a random explosion of hormones but you just felt really frisky. You came home from work and you decided you wanted your man’s ass, but... it didn’t work out. He just seemed bored, even though he was milking your dick nicely, it was almost like he was trying to get you off as fast as possible, and that combined with how neutral he was being just made you go soft faster. He didn’t seem to mind though.
It caught you off guard because he just seemed so incredibly bored of you. You hit every single note you thought he liked, the spontaneity, the roughness, and everything. He still acted the same as ever outside of bed but in bed he was just tired of you.
You were nearly 5 years older than him and you weren’t in the best of shape and your cock wasn’t the biggest, but still, you loved him and he loved you, wasn’t that enough to make the sex special? Your hurt feelings got the better of you in the end and you started pushing for more sex, which only seemed to make your boyfriend push you back more. You were getting frustrated and needy, and your boyfriend seemed as cool as ever which annoyed you even more. He always acted so mellow and so tamed, it was like nothing had changed at all, in fact now that you think of it he seemed more like the honeymoon phase that you experienced after your first six months together, where you moved in together and you fucked like rabbits every day for the next six almost.
It was then that you realized that your boyfriend may have been seeing other people behind your back. It made sense, the frequent gym visits, the coming home smelling like every different cologne under the sun, the unusual hours at his job, and not to mention the strange friends he sometimes hung out with that you never heard of before. Pretty soon it was all you could think about, all you jacked off too. Whenever your boyfriend went out you immediately got hard. Whenever he came home smelling like someone else you couldn’t help but try to get him to fuck you but he always refused, not wanting you to feel his loose ass full of someone else’s cum.
You couldn’t confront him about it, you made up every excuse under the sun but the truth was you just didn’t have the balls to be the man you should be. You enjoyed the idea of your pretty young thing of a boyfriend cheating on you. You just had to wait for the day when he slips up and you catch him with something. You told yourself that you would confront him then, but deep down, you knew, you knew that you would sit and watch with a leaking boner in your pants until they noticed you.