Goodbye and Some Advice

I just reached my 70th birthday. Medical problems and upcoming surgery have finally ended my nearly 12-year, almost 24/7 lock up routine. Reality often differs from fantasy; we took a few weeks off at the end of each year to ensure everything still functioned properly. My wife was my key holder, and sex existed solely for her pleasure.

To all you single men out there, here is some advice: Make sure you marry a woman who is sexually kinky or at least open to trying new things sexually. So many men complain online about their sex lives because they are incompatible with their wives in bed. Never assume that marriage will change anything; what you see is what you get. If she doesn’t enjoy fetish play or oral sex before marriage, she won’t suddenly start liking it afterward.

When I was 9 years old and asked what I wanted to be when I grew up, I said I wanted to be a playboy. People laughed. Here is my actual sex life: My first date happened in first grade. I have always had girlfriends. I lost my virginity to a gay friend at age 13. Back then, being gay carried serious consequences, so I did him a favor. At 14, I had Ann, an 18-year-old girlfriend who taught me what real sex was all about. I went to her senior prom with her and gained notoriety when some classmates saw her give me oral in a movie theater.

Not bragging, just stating facts. I was very good-looking and attended a private school for gifted students. Women were drawn to me; they talked about me and even showed my picture to their friends. During high school alone, I had about 32 girlfriends. Women came easily to me—they called me sexy and wanted to have sex with me. I was naive and didn’t realize that they viewed me the same way I did them. I thought it was my sense of humor that attracted them, but I never saw myself as women did.

I have visited 21 countries and had sex in a two-some setting and with five girls at once. I lived with the son of the richest man in our city; he held orgies once a month involving booze and drugs. There was lots of sex, including threesomes and foursomes. I slept with a mother-daughter pair, older ladies, a wealthy English woman seeking revenge on her cheating husband, female clients (except for one secretary), secretaries from businesses we worked with, teenage models, and adult models. I had sex with every one of my wife’s sisters, friends, girlfriends, or other wives. I moved 13 times to avoid messy situations in the cities where I lived.

All four of my long-term lovers are bisexual, though I didn’t know it until we were already involved. I never dated a straight girl for long. I have tried every fetish you will find on Fetlife, even the grosser ones. I was dominant until my wife and I formed a poly triad with a longtime female friend of ours. This triad lasted 30 years. My wife was submissive, but her girlfriend was very sexually dominant and would get wet by torturing me sexually in various ways. Name it, she probably did it as my only limit was avoiding anything that required medical attention. However, I did need surgery once after a pegging with a very large dildo. That was my fault, not hers.

I have experienced over 3,000 threesomes in my life. We would go out to dinner and vacation with two women on my arm, getting lots of looks—winks from the guys and less favorable glances from the women. I earned a very good salary and belonged to two private clubs that catered to “different” people like us. We had sex in public places; once while room service set up our table for fun, they watched the two girls go down on each other. Once, my wife dressed like a hooker while we were in Vegas and almost got kicked out of a Casino when I intervened and proved she was indeed my wife. My wife walked around naked when room service or the maid entered our hotel room. I fucked her against floor-to-ceiling windows in a hotel with all the lights on at night so everyone outside could see. Things like that.

I have been both a cuckold and a bull. I was popular because I am sterile, meaning no pregnancy worries for either husband or wife. I acted as both Dom and sub. I wanted to sample every aspect of sex. The only thing I haven’t done is perform oral on a guy. I even served as a toilet slave for two years. There is little in porn that we haven’t tried. I am writing this now for two reasons. First, it was just our normal life—the only sex life we knew as adults. We never called ourselves poly or explicitly said the girls were bi, even though they certainly are; it was simply how we lived.

The second reason is that my memory is fading, and like the rest of my family, I will likely end up with Alzheimer’s in the near future. MRIs show dead sections of my brain, so it has begun.

I guess the main point is to let you know that you can have it all if you work at getting it and finding the right women. So many guys settle for wives just because they get regular vanilla sex. In all areas of my life—personal, sexual, and professional—I did what was necessary to get what I wanted. I never settled. I am a former jock and decorated combat veteran. Very alpha; I have to be top dog. Except in sex, that is. I am a sexual submissive not because I am beta. I am sexually submissive as it helps release stress, and it is difficult to think about all the things stressing you out while being whipped.

Hopefully, some of you now know that you can have the sex life you desire. Professionally speaking, I have been diagnosed with a Machiavellian personality. Basically, I can get people to do what I want using various methods. Despite scars on my face from fights in my younger days (what I saw as negative, women found ruggedly handsome), I attracted many submissive women as a result. When I began making serious money and staying in the most expensive hotels in the cities I visited, gold diggers were everywhere. Except for one model, I never took those hotel women up on their offers. My main client owned a well-known lingerie store whose models appear in print and TV, so I knew some of them, and things progressed from there. The teen model was on the cover of 17 Magazine; we had sex when she was 18 during college. I even received my room key from an 84-year-old lady. A client once asked me for my opinion on lingerie she bought that day, and a few others invited me to their candlelit homes where they wore sexy clothes.

I have to admit, I have had a great life. Money was never a problem, and the women were free (cost-wise). I could die tomorrow with no regrets; I saw and did everything I wanted to see and do, and now I am just waiting for the end.

To be honest, I would not have done orgasm denial in my younger days because my goal was to have as many orgasms as possible. A typical day might include sex with a girlfriend at lunch, going home for our nightly threesome, and then having one-on-one sex with each of the two girls. Viagra was a lifesaver for me. I only found orgasm denial attractive in old age after we moved away from that specific dynamic. Keep frosty and good luck.