You don't have to monger for things to go south
[QUOTE=Todd Cincy; 1893008]Thank you for sharing. I copied and forwarded this to one of my married friends who just started hobbying. I was the one who introduced him to the hobby. (For years it was just me telling him about my adventures; but then his married sex life went south.)
I still feel a bit guilty for inadvertently inducting him, as he has two young children (ages 13 and 7).
On a related note, I would be curious to see a breakdown of what percentage of us are single vs. Married.[/QUOTE]I "feel" for the poster but he STILL gets more sex than I get. LOL.
My first marriage ended because I 'cheated' GF or SW or Pro. It doesn't matter some marriages fail because someone isn't getting what they want.
My new wife has long ago admitted my sex drive is higher than hers. And really doesn't mind the few times I go to strip clubs. Recent she hinted that she would 'forgive' my seeing a hooker, since their wouldn't be any emotional involvement
RE: A little taste of what can go wrong in this hobby.
I think your life story is probably the norm for married guys rather than the exception. I believe 95% plus of marriages become sexless and dull after a certain period of time. I guess there is validity is sticking around to help raise kids. That is a worthy endeavor in our society despite a sexless (and loveless?) marriage. Kids need a Mom and Dad around.
That being said, I'm glad I never got married. I realized when I first started FAP'ing at age 15 that I get bored too easily with one girl, and so I've never really had a relationship last longer than a few months. There's too much pussy out there in the world I need to sample and enjoy, so that explains my eternal bachelorhood. I admit I feel sometimes like I'm missing out on the stable home life with little kiddies running around, but I got nieces and nephews I can visit so that sorta fills the void. Given the outrageous costs of raising kids and college tuition these days, having kids makes no sense for me unless I win $100 million in the Powerball and even then I'd give it a lot of thought before taking the plunge.
So I try to make do with what I have. Which is a few spare duckets to enjoy the mongering hobby and maybe even hook up with a real date using the popular meeting sites. I tend to get enough action to satisfy my loins at age 43. Luckily I don't have the raging hormones making me think about poontang 27 hrs. A day like I was in my 20's and 30's. LOL. I'm starting to think more often with the big head these days so that means I avoid a lot of poo-poo that you married guys have to deal with.
As a side note. Did anyone in here ever meet women off the AOL chat rooms when they were popular in the 90's? Fuck man, I met a LOT of girls from there during my 20's and I got to say my sex life was pretty active from it. I'd say between 1996 and 2000 I probably met close to 50 girls from AOL chat rooms and banged at least 40 of them (or just BBBJ). I really miss those damn chat rooms! I tried the Facebook chats but they seem boring as fuck compared to those awesome AOL chats. Anybody else have fun with them?
Cheers!
[QUOTE=MrNiceGuyCincy; 1892729]I had been mongering for 10 or 12 years. I started back in the days where the only way to find a provider was to look in the adult section in Citybeat. Then came the internet and, after a while, hobbying became much more efficient. I typically used sites like another site, , Eros-Ohio and Escort. Com to find providers. I used Backpage now and then too, and, of course, USASG. In fact, you can see my old posts on this site as a former senior member under my old screen name, naam456, which is no longer active.
My hobbying addiction became stronger and I started diverting some of my paycheck into a secret checking account that my wife knew nothing about. I told her my employer cut everyone's pay. I got a debit card to access that account and, over the course of several years, I was eventually able to divert enough money to see a provider once or twice a week. I had a couple of regulars that I saw at least once a month each, and then played the field the rest of the time. It was awesome!
Then one day my wife found the debit card. I tried all kinds of ways to cover everything, but she eventually figured out how to access it online and saw all the money I had been diverting from my paycheck and all the cash withdrawals. She also saw where I used the debit card to pay for memberships on another site and Escort. Com. She saw charges for hotels from when I decided to get a room to see a provider that only did outcall. She looked through all of that and eventually put two and two together and confronted me.
That was February of 2011. Since then, my life has been hell on earth. I was forced into seeing two counselors weekly. One with my wife to save the marriage and the other for sexual addiction counseling for me. That lasted almost two years. I can't tell you the number of nights she had me up half the night talking about what happened, digging for details, trying to explain the unexplainable. I remember the countless arguments, so frequent that it wasn't long before my teenage kids figured out what happened. She even tried to get me to take her to a couple of the places where I saw providers (I didn't and never will). It's not that I wasn't getting enough sex at home, it's just that I was not sexually interested in her anymore. I hadn't been for a long time, for several reasons, which led to the mongering. But I could never tell her this as it would crush her even more than the discovery of the mongering did.
So today, over 2 & 1/2+ years later, we generally get along. We still have at least a couple of discussions a month about what happened and it still comes up in conversation almost daily. We have a decent sex life, but I'm basically only doing it because if I don't, she will assume I'm mongering again and tighten the noose even more.
But the life I live is not a happy one. She has essentially cut me off from the few friends I had. I basically can't go out and do anything except go to work, unless I'm going to be with her or one of the kids. She tracks me everywhere I go with GPS. She reads all my emails and texts. She inspects the phone bill and investigates any call or text to / from a number she doesn't recognize. She monitors all my internet traffic at home and on my smart phone. If it takes me 10 minutes longer than she thinks it should to go to the grocery store, I get grilled with questions when I get home. She tracks every dollar of cash that I get to spend and reviews all of my pay stubs from work. She looks at the bank accounts online almost every day. She calls me at work regularly to make sure I'm really there because she knows I can't forward phone calls from my work phone. If we go out for dinner or whatever, I get slammed every time I turn my head if there happens to be another woman in my line of sight. I'm not allowed to be friendly to other women either. No friendly chit-chat with a waitress at a restaurant, just all business. If the waitress is friendly with me, I have to ignore it. Any time I have a meeting at work where women will be attending, I have to give her a full account of who was there and how long the meeting lasted. The list goes on.
By now you're probably wondering why the hell I'm still married to her. Good question. The thing is, we can't afford to maintain two households and still provide all the things we want for our kids. They go to private schools because we live in a crappy school district. We pay almost $20, 000 a year in high school tuition. I tried to leave a couple of times, but the kids were just devastated, so I stayed. We both love our house and the neighborhood, so it would be a big deal for either of us to leave. Basically, I am trapped in this situation for probably another 5 or 6 years until enough tuition is behind us and enough bills are paid that I can afford to leave and not have to live on chicken soup. The kids will be adults by then and, hopefully, better able to handle mom and dad separating. I hate lying to her and acting as if I still want to be with her, but I don't feel like I have any other option right now. If I'm honest with her and do the right thing, the kids' lives will be badly impacted. I just have to wait it out.
Believe it or not, I still monger a little bit now and then. I scrape cash together from my lunch money and a dollar here and a dollar there and I have enough cash to see a provider maybe once every few months for a 30 minute session. I even manage a car date with a SW here and there, but that's about it. I hate it!
So, anyway, that's my sob story. One that is entirely my fault, but one that impacts the lives of those in my family as well. I have no one to blame but myself and sometimes I think maybe deep down I'm really not afraid to get caught again. Because this time, it would certainly end in divorce and I don't think I will be truly happy again until that day comes.
Morale of the story? If you're married and have to keep your mongering hidden from your wife, cover all your tracks, and then cover them again. If you have kids, don't monger at all until they're grown and gone. Don't make the careless mistakes I did that allowed me to get caught. Because if you do, you could end up in a situation similar to mine and, trust me, you would be better off quitting the hobby than letting that happen.
Play safe.[/QUOTE]