She can't keep up with you.
She starts out pretty good, even tries out some of your kinks. Maybe together, you try a few different things - swingers clubs, 3'somes, going to a massage parlour together. You think, boy, this on is different. I'm happy in the bedroom for the fist time in, well, a long time.
But like an elastic band always goes back to its original shape so too she goes back to her original (fucking boring) sexual ways. First it's, "I don't feel comfortable with......", then it's, "what about disease, I could get syphilis, or HIV.....", then it's "You don't understand that I had to force myself to do those things...."
Sigh.
You're right back to the same old same old tired boring shit.
So you figure, OK, I'm not going to be an asshole and FORCE her to do something she doesn't want to do (even though she's been doing all that shit for 3 or 4 years and you thought she was into it because she never complained)
But you can't turn it off on your end. 365 days a year of vanilla (aka boredom) just doesn't satisfy your desires.
So you tell her what she wants to hear because there is no way in hell she's going to do what you need her to do anyway. So you go out and slither around behind her back to get what you need all the while pretending to be faithful to her and living the lie.
That's why.
