..stale. We spent more time working, than spending time together. The sex started to dwindle. Having crazy sex 2 or 3 times a day, became 2 or 3 times...a week, and it was usually in bed. We had sex toys, and pornos, but eventually those spent more time in the closet, than in the bed. As the years rolled on, we spent more time hanging out with friends, than time alone together. It was a typical marriage. Friday nights became ladies' night, and Saturday nights was hanging out with the guys,. A few hours passed and a few budweisers later, he looked at his watch, and blurted out, “oh shit it’s 21:45pm and my hostel will be closing at 22:00, I asked “Hostel?” He didn’t look like your average homeless person. He then said in an ashamed tone “My bail hostel” Quite taken aback by this revelation, he could see the disappointment on my face, I had never consorted with my 24 years on this earth with criminals, nor been in trouble with the Police, It then dawned on me he was the mugshot I. Just as I got to thetop of the stairs I heard the furnace kick on. I had forgot Ben washere.Standing in the kitchen filling the coffee pot was Ben. He was wearinggrey sweat pants and white tank top. His feet were bare and he wasshivering a little. He turned and smiled "My god woman, this house is afreezer at night, if you want me leave just say so, no need to freeze meout." Well you big dummy go put some socks and shirt on and I will finish thecoff..." I paused and realized that he just. That turned me on. She said she had done it once before and was very cautious about who she chose. I felt slightly flattered that she was willing to indulge me and her attitude put my mind at ease....cuz I don’t cherish the thought of sticking my cock in a rabid AIDS infected cunt (sorry, pardon the French).After weeks of email and busting my nut countless times thinking about it, we set up a date. Ok, she said everything up. She chose a local hotel and told me she’d email me the room number.