Okay, I’ll keep this short: 50+, married 17 years, 3 kids/Lifting for 10+ years. Last year, my wife is increasingly disinterested in sex/me. Happens over the course of the 18-24 months. I try $$dates, wine, massages, begging…nothing works. Get a couple of pity fucks, and I mean a couple, literally, over 12 months. End of the year, it hits me: it’s done. She’s going got stay in the cushy marriage (doesn’t work hard, lost of $) and not care. I’m going to spend the last quarter of my life jerking off to Pornhub while she watches Housewives and gets fatter. I confront her several times and tell her this marriage is going to shit. It’ll be over unless she puts some effort in. “Hell, can’t you see where this is heading,” I scream. “I’ll end up having an affair!” She get furious and accuses me of being dramatic and essentially goes, Pffft and walks off. So I sulk, then up the lifting more, drop excess BF and, co-incidentally, head off on a fitness camp with a buddy. Lo and behold, I meet a single recently separated wife, who’s got a tight bod and wants to fuck. We fuck a couple of times and it’s hot and heavy.There's sexting and dirty calls but it quickly becomes apparent she’s after another meal ticket. It ends messy. Meanwhile, wifey is oblivious, too wrapped up in her psycho suburban friends’ lives to notice I’d disconnected for a couple of months. I start talking about slitting up, figuring where there’s one bit of willing pussy, there will be more. Wife does start to acknowledge she’s been selfish and unappreciative. I don’t believe it, so keep her at arm’s distance. But after a couple of months, she’s seems genuine. So I confess about the affair, partly because she had some evidence and her suspicions were growing and partly I just didn’t give a fuck anymore about holding this shit in. Let the chips fall where they may, sort of thing. She goes ape. There’s screaming and yelling, bags are packed and lawyer threats made. I tell her she has to own it. We both fucked up, not just me. We talk, we fight then after a day or so, she drags me to bed and fucks me like a mad woman. We have sex 3 times that day. (I’m 50+, btw). Same the next day. And it’s good, dirty sex. This is nearly 3 months ago. Been that way since, with a couple of fights...Apparently it’s a real psychological thing, called “hysterical bonding”. Has anyone ever experienced like this?