Background
I'm five months into my RP journey. My story is typical. I'm just another lousy husband who didn't lead. I woke up when I quit porn and realized I couldn't fuck my own wife. I have never had options.

Part 1: Playing the Game
My game sucked, so I decided to meet some attractive women to practice on. Day one I met new bitch. I already saw her every day but had never talked to her before. The next day I got her number. She started to drop IOIs constantly. Wow, that was easy. For a while I couldn't believe it. Is she as attracted as she seems? Yes, you idiot, that's why she gave you her number and started texting you. Then I was uncomfortable. I've got her attracted... now what?

Keep it up. Guys underestimate how fun and productive it is to practice game. Sticking your dick in her isn't strictly necessary to know you're there. Get to the point where she's isolated and starting to take her/your clothes off. You can stop there.

This was the advice I needed. I'm not willing to have an affair. But I can game and not fuck. With this knowledge I started kino game on new bitch. She ate it up. My confidence increased. I felt attractive. Good shit.

Part 2: A Loss of Frame
At the same time this was happening, my wife rejected one of my advances and triggered a mini event that shook up my marriage. For a couple of weeks sex was on tap. I was under pussy spell from my wife and not thinking about new bitch or any other girls I met at all. But after a while it faded and my wife's soft rejections and starfishy sex started again. I wasn't butthurt anymore, but I was feeling like, damnit, is it always going to be this much work to fuck?

I went on a long road trip in this condition. No one to fuck. Bored of/annoyed with my wife. All alone. New bitch texts me. Says she's missing me. What a flirt. And she's married! What is she getting at? We text a bunch. Fuck, I'm getting into this. I ask her to send me something to listen to while I drive. She makes a three hour playlist of fuck me music. Not subtle. My emotions: Pussy drunk.

I see new bitch when I get home. I learn she's in a dead bedroom with a career beta husband. She recently got him to agree to open marriage, but she hasn't found a man who meets her sexual needs. Why? She's hot in a petite athletic way, with six pack abs, tight legs and a cute ass. She says it's because she can't get attracted to most men. The ones she can get attracted to don't stay interested long enough to fuck her all the time. I feel like I'm looking directly at the code in the matrix.

So this is good, and I should feel abundant, right? There's just one problem: my wife and new bitch are acquainted. My wife has watched me interact with new bitch, and being smart in an AWALT way, she sees what is going on. Oh, I lied, there was another problem: I was losing my god damn mind. I was inches from full Rambo. If I had said what I was thinking I would have nuked my best option irrecoverably.

Part 3: Having Options and a Plan
I managed to STFU just long enough to figure my shit out. I got myself emotionally under control. I wrote down all the facts of the situation and considered my options carefully. I chose what I wanted and put the plan in action immediately.

I made plans to see new bitch socially and told my wife. My wife confronted me about it immediately. I told her plainly that I was attracted to new bitch, but not fucking her. My wife asked me never to see her again. I said no, I will still see her if I want, but I won't fuck her. That was a rough night for shit tests, but I DNGAF.

The next day I arranged to see new bitch again. I told her plainly I'm not going to be the man who fucks her. I told her if she did anything to hurt my family, I would never speak to her again. Then, just because I get off on power, I isolated and escalated as far as I was willing to go... and stopped. I sent her away super horny. I told her not to text me until I gave my permission.

I went home and faced the comfort test of a lifetime from my wife. She was so sopping wet when I fucked her it made a sucking sound. I finished and she immediately asked me to go again. Alright, we'll go again. Haven't done that since the honeymoon.

Part 4: Results
For now, things are stable at home. My wife is suddenly working harder on her make-up and hair, training harder at the gym, choosing salad and no dessert, and buying cute new underwear. She wants to fuck morning and night.

I like these results. I hate that I had to use new bitch--she's really cool and I don't like to use people. I hate that I put my wife through such overt dread. But in the final analysis, I need results like these to stay married to her.

This is a preliminary result. I might still ruin my marriage. But at least I know I can make options.

Some lessons I learned
We are all surrounded by women who want to fuck. They are just waiting for a man who can attract them.

Having options, and being emotionally ready to have options: those are two different things. Like with everything else, it helps to know what you want.

I'm an emotional child. Don't be like me.

STFU. My saving grace. For the love of God. Stop talking.