I'll move my post over here because it was a bit of a thread jack and will likely get lost in the sea of replies happening over in Gemmy's thread. This topic is hard on my mind because my wife and I had a discussion about this just the other day and it's been stuck in my craw.
My wife admitted that she wanted the sex as much as the validation. Maybe even more than the validation. Which makes logical sense because we had been going through a pretty long dry spell. The SSRI I was on not only killed my libido, but as an added bonus gave me anorgasmia (raises hand as a male who's faked orgasms).
I'm still trying to figure out which "reason" hurts more, or if it even matters. What really kills me is, I could have researched and found out much sooner that the SSRI was causing my issues instead of aging and gotten off of it much sooner. My wife also went through menopause at around the same time and never once complained about the lack of sex. As far as I knew, she'd lost interest as many women do when going through that. I had chalked it all up to "I guess this is what happens when some couples get older."
Boy, was I wrong. Menopause had the opposite effect on my wife. Her libido was supercharged while mine disappeared. She was/is craving it constantly. Meanwhile, I was suffering from well documented (but hardly ever mentioned by prescribing Dr's) side effects of SSRIs. Some real great communication we had, huh?
It took a couple of years for some of the more persistent side effects of the SSRI to go away, and some of it still lingers. Yes, years. Look up PSSD. My libido is finally back, but the anorgasmia only started letting up within the last year, and that's gone from not being able to climax at all to just taking a long time, which has actually kind of turned into a superpower.
Anyway, I'm not so sure how much the reason really matters. What really pisses me off is that we had such a serious lack of communication. I should have known. I should have known it meant that much to her. She should have talked to me about it instead of going to someone else. Maybe I should have just plain known she felt like she was in a sexual desert. I should have cared enough to ask her. I feel such a swirl of emotions and hurt over this. It's not like our sex life sucks now. It's daily, and we don't do quickies. I'm a generous lover. We got ot bed an hour and a half earlier than we need to just to budget time for it now.
I was stripped of my desire by a drug, and blamed it on getting older or low T or something, and she never really blinked an eye. I never turned her down or said "no," but I had always initiated. I just slowly kind of stopped initiating, and she never really reacted to it. At least not with me, but she jumped on the first guy who came along and started tossing compliments her way.
It's been over a year, and by every metric pretty much everything has improved between us, especially sex, but goddamnit if I can't get it out of my head that my wife, who was a virgin when we met, let another man pleasure her. It fucking kills me sometimes.