I don’t think I would ever marry a ‘vanilla’ if I had to get married again. But I also doubt that if anything happened with this marriage it would be the ‘til death us do part’ vow since we have both committed to our marriage. I don't think I would marry again.
I don’t really think I married a vanilla guy at all, especially since he knew I was sexually and somewhat emotionally involved with another woman for a long time before he and I got serious. I fell for him and when we had sex for the first time I knew right then that I could ‘switch sides’ and not miss the old team at all if that was what he wanted when we really got serious about each other. I think I knew for certain that this boy was not totally vanilla because he was not making me choose between him and her.
This was back when same sex couples weren’t all that common and she was a couple of years older than me. When I think of it she was far more vanilla than my boy friend / husband and she was a little jealous of him. She had every reason to be because he had a penis and I loved it! ? Yes I did! And yes I do! 😄 😈
The fact that my husband was open to letting me continue with Sarah had to mean, in hindsight, that he wasn’t vanilla. We started a family fairly quickly mainly because I never really had to worry about birth control with Sarah but my husband was a fertile turtle and I was a fertile Myrtle and we just kept having those babies. ? If it hadn’t been for our kids I think we would have explored a lot more sooner than we have. But I just got the feeling when we were in bed that he was open to more and I know I was.
When we finally were able to sleep through an entire night more and more and take advantage of our kids’ naps, we were right back at it in full force. Sex with Sarah was nice but she did not have a penis and she was turning out to be one vanilla woman.
My husband and I unlocked each of our kinks little by little and anal was just the beginning. Anal was the ‘gateway’ and the lowly Fleet enema was the key and from then on it snowballed for us. And yes, I am going to include ‘snowballing’ as part of our kink exploration. By then I knew my husband wasn’t vanilla based on our sex and also that I knew that ‘vanilla’ referred to the Missionary Mary’s and Bottled Up Bobby’s.
Being sexually compatible is important but being sexually communicative is far more important.