Ex-wife and Gay brother.

I loved her. I loved him. But not in the same way. He had a huge dick this much is true. But I never noticed it. Eventually it got around and by then he loved me even though I had never seen his dick. I didn't need to. Then she left me and I hurt for a long time. He did offer himself to me but desire was never there until he made a joke about dressing up as her. Which I would have been open to only if the end result was a version of her with a big cock. It was the thought of her back in my arms that made my dick hard for a little while. They both had an athletic build and she had small tits They could have been twins. Then years later for the briefest of moments in the middle of our hard fucking, I thought about how from the backside she probably looked just like her brother with a dick. I had never seriously thought about it up until that point and the immediate reaction was a softening of my ever-hard penis. Although it was only a moment. She new something had happened and I was embarrassed. I kept the truth from her and it may have cost me my marriage. She loved my hard dick and I loved her more intensely than you can ever imagine. Time passes and my regret forces me into a corner where I started to think there is something wrong with me. My embarrassment had cost me everything. But time and time again the only kink I get out of a man is when he dresses up and looks like my ex-wife. The moment that illusion is dropped every man in the room becomes my bitch. I have to learn to let her go. I loved her too deeply. Nor can I play
Pygmalion with someone else male or female. I am sorry guys. I really did try. I tried harder than anyone would have but I must remain true to my nature. My body will not allow anything else.