I am 30, bi, male plus in a marriage that is heterosexual. I’ve always had intercourse dreams intensely about both genders. 6 months ago, we finally admitted to myself I’m bi and started checking out various pornography and dreams. We waited a couple of months ahead of being released to my really modern partner who’s closest friend is bi and has now a transgender son or daughter.
After fourteen several years of dating, wedding, and monogamy. She puked once I shared with her. Literally puked. We explained I didn’t desire to start the partnership or make any noticeable changes, We only desired her to understand. Fast ahead a couple of months and she brings it again—this was three evenings ago—by asking what I would do with some guy or trans girl in a hypothetical situation and we explained I’d take to such a thing. She puked once again.
I’ve had an eternity to get to terms with my very own sex. I realize she requires time and energy to process, make inquiries, and started to terms with whatever brand new view she has of me personally. She’s asked for we don’t tell anyone away from our wedding (her closest friend does understand and has now aided significantly by conversing with her) and it has also gone since far to state she wouldn’t normally have hitched me had she understood right from the start. Confusingly, quarantine has led to nightly intercourse with a few kink she’s never explored (now requests frequently – sometimes you gotta lick that ass! ) and our relationship never been closer. […]