He prefers to get intimate in anonymous spaces and initiates sex every time we’re at someone else’s house. I love the excitement, but feel manipulated
My husband and I never have sex at home, only at our friends’ places or in hotel rooms. We’ve lived together, improbably, for four years now. When we hooked up six years ago I never expected anything serious, just a one-night stand with a hot flight attendant.
After 15 casual sexual encounters we had a screaming row about my sleeping with someone else, and after the 16th, we decided to be in an exclusive relationship. After 40 meet-ups, he brought home an exotic strain of gonorrhoea; when we had got over the shock, and finished a course of antibiotics, we started planning the wedding.
It took us a while to find the right place to live together and we stayed with friends for the first three months. We had an incredible amount of sex during that time, of which he was nearly always the instigator – using words such as “she’s out for milk – let’s gooooo”. We kept this up for the first few months in our own home, but gradually we ended up just cuddling in our shared bed, and, after a few rejected attempts on my part to spice things up a bit, I settled for just that.
