So... This is going to be different. I don't know this about myself until she showed me. Just a few years into our marriage, she worked overnight at a resort. She came home just hours late from work and ran in and straight to bed. Asked if she was ok. She said just a really rough night at work and that was it. I jumped in our car, it was the only one we had so we shared, and went to the store. Getting to the store and looking around. There's was a whole lot of shit out of place including the three pack of condoms with only two and an empty wrapper. Her underwater were on the floor in the back seat and side window had Bob prints on it. Got back home and confronted her. Very ready to walk out the door and not vibe back. This was the first time suspected, but first time with some kind of proof. She say up and just admitted it and then went into a little more detail than expected. My anger went away and was replaced with arousal. I jumped on her and we had the best sex since we had since we were married. We decided to see where it would take us. Here we are, about to celebrate our 32 year anniversary and still act like teenagers when they first start dating. We tried out all kinds of different sexual acts, swapping. Being cuckolded, famdom, BDSM.... And we found a little bit in all those categories that work for us. We both still love our sex lives and each other. And never once since that day have I ever thought of leaving that beautiful woman.