How do you officially ask for an open marriage? I have been having the same hypothetical conversation with my wife for the last few years. I have been trying to communicate. She is in denial that there is a problem and refuses couples therapy. She has stopped individual therapy.
Lengthy background, from my perspective:
We have been together 24 years. We were both virgins at age 23. The first 8 years were good, sexually, but I had nothing to compare it to. Nothing experimental, plain vanilla. No anal, no oral beyond foreplay, no positions outside missionary, nothing outside the bedroom. (Read my story, A Comedy of Errors, for one of the few times in 24 years we tried “exotic” sex.)
During year 8, she became pregnant, which was a glorious miracle, because infertility treatments had failed earlier. Halfway through the pregnancy, a growth was found on her labia. It was vulvar cancer, caused by HPV. The doctor thought the pregnancy hormones had activated the dormant infection.
After the delivery, a specialist removed the affected labia with clear margins, and she came home. Over the next 6 years, precancerous cells were found and removed three times. On the last recurrence, the local doctor said he couldn’t help any longer. So it was back to the specialist.
Ten years ago, she had an extensive recurrence of vulvar cancer and had all of her external genitalia removed. This included her remaining labia, clitoris, and skene’s gland. As you might imagine, she gets very little pleasure from sex anymore. We have to use lube even for foreplay. Her g-spot is intact, so she still gets feeling during intercourse, if we get that far. Usually that only happens when she is drunk, which was a plot point of the story I mentioned above.
I guess that after, essentially, 16 years of being the one begging for sex, I’m desperate enough to consider cheating. I feel like a selfish bastard for thinking about physically stepping out on my disabled wife. Before, it was a fantasy to help me get by, but it has become more real in the last month. There is a lot of anger and guilt boiling over. There is the cliche of staying for the child, but there is also concern for how my wife would cope on her own if we separated. Part of her disability is mental (such as lack of self-control in spending money), chronic pain, and autoimmune disorders, and I feel like it would be abandoning her.
As my therapist would say, things won’t get better unless something changes. The problem is that most of the changes I foresee involve walking through a minefield.