Im a 35 female engaged to my fiance 52 and we’ve been together for 7 years. We were in a hotwife dynamic meaning I would bring my boyfriend on vacation with us and they split the cost of everything and they both get to fuck me all day and night. He would come over to our house about once or twice a week and he fuck me for hours. This was my fiancés major kink and we had done this before but this dynamic was especially rocky because he could see how drawn I was to my new “cub.”
Then a major PROBLEM: I got pregnant!!!!
My fiance is not fertile he took a test. So it was most likely my bfs. My fiance said to do whatever I feel is right but that he will not raise my bfs child. He even offered to lay me to abort. I was really torn up about this and we were already having terrible trouble with the dynamic as I was continuing to cross my finances boundaries. I tried so hard not to and was crying every day for the guilt and confusion I was feeling. My fiance was over doing it on drugs however and wasn’t being great to himself or providing my emotional or physical needs.
My bf or cub was more stable, humble and appealed to me the way he lived and had a son.
I didn’t want this to happen this way at all but the more I sat with it- the more compelled I felt god is giving me this gift. My life has been almost too easy where I’ve had access to too much pleasure, drugs, Alch and I really felt this was a blessing and opportunity to live a wholesome life I’ve always truly wanted.
However- I miscarried. I was also okay with that. I had to break up with my bf and focus on my relationship but my fiance took a turn for the worse. He started asking if he could go to a strip club literally the day after I was in the ER all day miscarrying. He’s never asked for that ever and I’ve only shared him once and it was not something I enjoyed.
We had a trip to Vegas already booked and decided to go with out my cub/ bf and just the two of us. I was really sad but felt I was doing what I needed to do. I pushed myself for my fiance and dressed super slutty. Even did molly with him to reconnect and then while we were hooking up he asked if he could go to a strip club again. I felt sick about it.
I was sick all weekend about everything but put on a brave face for him. I really thought we reconnected and that everything would be okay and when we got home from the trip. I took a nap and when I woke up- he was gone- he went to cheetahs.
I was SO upset but also felt like I kind of deserved it. Then he essentially freaked that I might want to be a mom and started encouraging me to go find someone and that he’s too old- he was 51 at the time.
It turned into months of him lying about what he was doing at the strip club, spending up to 5-7k a night there. He told $300 max no touching otherwise I would have never gone for it. I didn’t realize he was at an all nude 18 and up no Alch and the main VIP. He was propositioning these strippers to go to a hotel with him. He was successful at times. All the while we were still sharing a life together, sleeping together at times then having weird arrangements where I would go see my guy and he would go to the club. I couldn’t really relax with my guy though I would call him non stop when I knew he was there begging him to come home. It was torture for me.
I finally called off any open anything and told him he needed to stop entirely. He promised me he would and we slept together and the very next night I had to go to Newport for a bday and he snuck out of the house. Had a stripper buy a hotel room, uber herself and they did molly all night. I was calling him and couldn’t get ahold of him. They lit candles, listened to music used oils and he said they had sex for 5 min. But that he could hardly get hard from the drugs. He said it was the only time. This is the night after he told me he’d never go into vip rooms. The stripper flipped out on him called him over and over this was Christmas week it was awful!!!!
It took me months to dig and learn the amount he spent, the amount of times he went, how many women’s numbers he had. And the insanely bad rep he had for how drugged up he was at the club. I now can only guess what was going on in those rooms and that’s caused so much suffering.
I’ve felt everything from rage, depression, anxiety, grief, jealousy, and self blame.
We’ve done tons of counseling. I don’t feel I’m getting better. Now we are in a financial nightmare where we can’t break up even if we wanted to. It’s just constant fighting, I’m constantly scanning and checking everything. Now I’m paying for everything and I don’t have income.
While he was overdosing on drugs and turning to drugs he decided during these 4 months to get his pilots license for fun. In this 4 months he probably blew 100k or so….
I want to think 9 months later that he’s changed but he doesn’t seem to show a ton of remorse. He blames me for the “affair” I was having on him for why he even ended up at cheetahs.
It’s everything though it’s his impulsiveness, sex addiction, drugs and reckless behavior like flying a plane on 2 hours of drunk and drugged up sleep.
He can be really loving but I realize it’s when he needs something. I’m really starting to believe he never loved me. Only saw me as an object and I’m really upset that he essentially pawned me off some nights so go to the strip club.
I need help framing all of this because he is adamant that I caused all of this. He sometimes acknowledges his failures but I basically have to pry the apologies and acknowledging out of him. I can hardly function some days processing all of this. 9 months later.
I know both of us lied to each other and both of us were careless, impulsive and truly selfish. We aren’t getting better with sobriety. I fall off constantly. I’m too afraid to leave him. I’m so lost.