Husband Only Wants Hotel Sex After Kids, Wife Reveals 3-Year Secret!

When I first met my husband five years ago, our relationship progressed incredibly fast. I was already 37 and in a rush to find the right partner to start a family with, as I was growing anxious about potentially missing out on motherhood. Fortunately, I got pregnant just eight months after we met, and we quickly decided to get married. At three months pregnant, I felt completely fulfilled by our intimate wedding ceremony and the new life that awaited me.

My husband seemed perfect: he was handsome, financially well-off, and eager to start a family soon. However, from the beginning, I couldn’t shake the feeling that I didn’t deserve someone like him. He had been quite popular before we met, and there were whispers about why he would choose someone like me, who was rather ordinary. On the other hand, my friends and family kept telling me I was just being insecure. Over time, I became convinced of his genuine love for me. He was always thoughtful, particularly during my pregnancy, going so far as to buy a house and manage our move without my input, which made me incredibly happy. We were very passionate during this time.

Then our son was born, bringing the expected exhaustion with him, and naturally, our intimate life suffered. I had no desire for intimacy! Things didn’t improve when I became pregnant again only five months after giving birth. Between nursing and being pregnant again, I was utterly depleted. Our second son was born in November 2022, and that seemed to create a permanent rift between me as the mother of his children and the woman he desired.

Our sexual life was disappointing. It was nothing like before; he was less passionate, less eager. It felt like we were an old couple! So, when one evening he suggested, “Let’s go to a hotel tonight, I’ve asked the babysitter to come,” I was thrilled. I saw that old spark of desire in his eyes again. We had a great night. It wasn’t earth-shattering, but it was real passion! It felt like he was enjoying himself, and that reignited my own pleasure.

We never really discussed it, which is odd. But now, whenever he says, “How about we go to a hotel this Saturday?” I know exactly what he means. I don’t mind; I love our escapes. It’s been three years since we’ve been intimate in our home. He always chooses different places to keep it exciting, and we play the part of an adulterous couple to the hotel staff. I wear large scarves and sunglasses! My friends often ask if it bothers me. Not at all, I enjoy it! It’s a night away from the kids, just for us, in beautiful settings. I think it reminds him of his younger days, before me, with the girls he used to bring home. And that’s fine by me, as long as he’s not seeing anyone else.