rSlash - r/Topposts Am I the B-hole for Going Poo?

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Am I the butthole for pooping after intercourse? So I'm a 43 year old woman and my husband is 45. And we've always made it a priority in our marriage to discuss what we are and aren't comfortable with sexually. And to let one another know if or when those things change, evolve, or just completely disappear. My husband is actually the one who first ever brought up the idea way back on the first night that we'd planned to sleep together. And while it felt kind of strange to talk so openly about the things that I preferred in bed, it made that first experience with each other so much more intimate and satisfying

for the both of us. We literally used to have a talk beforehand every time we passionately hugged. But eventually, we got to the point where we were comfortable enough to know that we could bring things up when we needed to and trust that the other person would take it seriously. I feel like this is a key reason why we have such open dialogue with one another and feel so secure in our relationship, even 17 years later. Recently, my husband approached me and asked if I'd ever tried or had any opinions on butt stuff. I wasn't turned away from the idea, but said that I'd never tried it and had no idea about

any of the logistics to it. Safety concerns, cleansing, aftercare, etc. He was in the same boat, as I only had two other partners before I met my husband, and he only had one before me. He explained it was just something he'd been wondering about, but of course, he wasn't pushing me towards anything if I didn't like the idea. I decided I wasn't pushing me towards anything if I didn't like the idea. I decided I wasn't against trying it out.

The two of us ended up doing some reading together about the best way to go about it for beginners. From what I gathered, a big part of butt stuff is the preparation beforehand, including going to the bathroom, cleaning the area with warm water, and sometimes using a douche to clear any stuff. Fast forward a week or so. We had a night to ourselves and everything we needed prepared, so we decided it was as good of a time as any to try it out.

I won't go into the details of it all, but basically things went totally fine while we were doing it. My husband stopped multiple times to make sure that I was both comfortable and enjoying myself, which I assured him that I was, and long story short, things ended well. But here's where things eventually went wrong. Less than a minute after we'd finished up, I was suddenly hit with the sensation that I needed to poop. Like, immediately. It wasn't so bad that I couldn't make it to the toilet, but as he was standing up from the bed to grab a pair of boxers, I jumped up and bolted to the bathroom without even putting on a robe, which is normally

what I wear after the act. He came to the door concerned and asked if I was alright, to which I responded with a laugh and explained that this act can sometimes cause sudden bowel movements after the fact, but that I was fine, other than sitting naked on our toilet like a lunatic. All of a sudden, he got this disgusted look on his face and noticeably took a step backwards away from me. I asked him if he was okay, but to my surprise, suddenly his disgust turned almost into anger when he said loudly, there was still poop in your butt while we were doing it. This is definitely along the lines of his type of humor.

And I was so surprised, I thought he had to be joking. So I started laughing and jokingly said back, well, at least it stayed in there until you were done. He started getting more and more agitated, asking me how could I not have known, and why didn't I do a better job making sure that I'd cleaned everything out? It got to the point that he actually outright accused me of intentionally trying to screw things up. Then he stormed off and grabbed a pillow

and some blankets from our bed, saying he was sleeping downstairs on the couch for the night. Meanwhile, there I was, still pooping while naked on our toilet, totally stunned at what the hell just happened. I figured I'd let him cool down for the night and try to discuss things with him the next day after he'd cooled off.

But when I went downstairs in the morning, he'd already taken his car and left for work an hour earlier than he needed to leave. I tried to call him around his typical lunch time, but he let it ring until it went to voicemail. I called my sister to tell her what had happened, and she also thought it was a joke, until I told her multiple times that he was completely serious. I ended up leaving a note for my husband saying I went to stay with my sister for a little bit since he clearly needed some time and space before we could talk. That was yesterday, and I still haven't heard a word from him. He's never acted like this in any fight we've ever had.

Am I going insane here? Am I the butthole for needing to poop after the act? Then, five days later, OP posted an update. I stayed at my sister's house for an entire day and night before receiving a text from my husband asking if I would come home so we could talk. I wasn't sure if I was quite ready to forgive him. Not just for our entire initial fight, but also for nearly 36 hours of radio silence to follow.

But I wanted to figure out a resolution, and I figured that waiting any longer would only be more harmful. After nearly two days of no contact with one another, I figured things were calm enough that both him and I could sit down and have a rational, adult conversation about what happened. To my surprise, when I first walked in the door, I was greeted with my husband tearfully hugging me and apologizing profusely, presenting me with a bouquet of flowers and homemade pancakes from scratch. I was very appreciative of the gestures, and I made sure to inform him that I was, but I reiterated that there was a lot of discussion that needed to take place before I was in a place to forgive him.

He agreed with me on that, and as the two of us sat down together, I realized I didn't want to start with the question of what specifically made him angry about that night, in case it just frustrated him again. We had a pretty long conversation afterwards about communication and such that I won't bore you with. Until I finally felt comfortable enough asking why he specifically got so angry with me over something that the entire butt-sex-having world agrees is not only normal, but expected. I could tell he was sort of embarrassed and nervous to answer me.

And at first, he couldn't really come up with anything to say other than, I just didn't realize it would happen like that. I continued trying to explain everything I read, and have continued to read about how common of an occurrence this is after that act, until he eventually blurted out, It's just not usually like that. I was pretty taken aback by that sentence, and the look on his face after he said it told me he realized he shouldn't have. So I asked him what exactly he meant and reminded him that this was supposedly a first-time thing for both of us. He immediately backtracked and swore that it was, and he started rambling some admission that he'd been watching a lot of

adult content, and his brain had just formed a specific idea of how that act usually went. And it was just a reaction out of embarrassment on his part for not expecting it. It was so clear he was lying that it actually shocked me to the point of tears. He was all of a sudden so willing to tell me all about his secret habit of watching adult content with butt stuff, when before he'd apparently felt the need to hide it and couldn't even come to me to say he was watching it and wanted to try it in real life. I told him that if he didn't tell me what was really going on I was going to go back to my sister's house and he broke down in tears once again. Eventually through his fits of sobbing I got out of him that for over a

year now he's been having an affair with his 26-year-old male coworker. Apparently, a few months before that coworker started at the company, my husband's been questioning whether or not he was bisexual. And after they met and he found out his coworker was gay, the two of them hit it off and had a whole thing. So I guess that's why he was asking about butt stuff. I genuinely think that he was trying to use all this as some sort of twistic logic to make his reaction seem justified and make sense. But it honestly made me feel a million times worse than if I had just found out he was cheating in general.

It had nothing to do with the co-worker being a man. It was more the thought that my husband couldn't even enjoy intercourse with me as a person on my own, but instead had to make reality as close as it could get and then imagine it was with him instead of me. Obviously, I was absolutely devastated and told him I was leaving. And he continued begging me to stay and asked for us to work on fixing things together. I told him the time for that was back when he first started questioning his sexuality and said that I'd of course have supported him and helped him figure out what that meant for him and for our relationship. But at this point, I was having no part of it.

Eventually, his tears turned to anger once more and he accused me of being bi-phobic. I think he realized immediately once he said it that I'd messed up. My sister is literally bisexual and married to a woman. But he didn't say anything to contradict himself after that. I ignored him and gathered some basic essentials before leaving and heading back to my sister's house a complete wreck. As things now, I am, of course, planning for divorce. but that is obviously a long process and it's going to take a while. I've contacted a lawyer already and I've been making sure to take precautions so I'm not just left in the dust when everything settles. Otherwise, I guess I'm not in

quite as much shock right now, but when I think about it for too long, my brain starts to unravel a bit. Man, I didn't see that one coming. You know, cheating is already bad enough, but I've never heard of the cheating person trying to make their actual married partner look and feel like their affair partner. That makes this act of betrayal so much worse. Our next Reddit post is from OppositeBed. I'm a 25 year old woman and I've been dating Aaron, a 27 year old guy for a year. Things were good. We had amazing chemistry and he made me feel sexy, until recently.

He kept asking me to moan louder during passionate hugging. At first I didn't think much of it. Some people are just into that. But it got to a point where it felt forced, like I was performing, not enjoying. I told him it made me self-conscious. He said that it was just a turn-on and dropped it. Or so I thought. Last week, I used his laptop to log into my email because mine was glitching. He'd left a folder open by accident. It was full of audio files, literally labeled by date. When I clicked one, it was me, moaning, saying his name, our passionate hugging, recorded without my consent.

I confronted him immediately and he didn't even deny it, just said it wasn't that serious and that he only used the mic, not a camera. Like that made it better. He also admitted that he shared a few clips with his friends in a group chat as a camera. Like that made it better. He also admitted that he shared a few clips with his friends in a group chat as a joke. I dumped him on the spot, blocked him, and filed a report. His friends tried texting me to chill and that he's going through it. Good, I hope he rots. I feel violated in a way that I can't even describe. This feels illegal. It's gotta be, and I mean I guess it depends on where you live. Recording someone during that act without their consent feels illegal and then

sharing it with other people also feels illegal. So don't just break up with them OP, press charges. Our next reddit post is from Deleted. Am I the butthole for messaging my husband's mistress's husband? I'm a 30 yearold woman and my husband Adam is 29. We've been married for four years. Two years ago, I found a text message exchange between him and a co-worker, Hannah, that was going on for months behind my back. At the time, they weren't incredibly incriminating. It clearly showed a mutual friendship that could be progressing to more. I expressed my discomfort to Adam not for the friendship, but for keeping it a secret. If it didn't mean anything, why wouldn't he tell me?

He assured me that the only reason he didn't tell me was because he knew I'd react like that. He said that she was married, her husband's name was Joe, and they were just work friends. I asked that he limit his contact with her and be more open with me. They continued to be friends. Periodically, I would remind Adam that I was uncomfortable with their friendship when she would keep popping up in all of his stories from work. But he would brush it off and assure me that I was overreacting. Well, three months ago, I came home from work and he told me that he had feelings for her.

Not a big shocker, and don't worry, I've already filed for divorce. He said that Hannah was separating from her husband, Joe, and she made a couple of comments to him that made him feel uncomfortable, but then made him question their connection as well. Comments like, "'Do you think we're too close? I wish I met you before I met my husband. I've always found you attractive. Etc. My husband realized he cared for Hannah, but he wanted to tell me because he didn't like keeping secrets from me. Adam assured me that he and Hannah

were never physical, and he sobbed about how I deserved better. Of course, he wanted to be with me, yada yada. I naively said that I'd work on it, and that lasted all of three weeks. Within the second week, Adam had a full breakdown questioning what it all meant. I wrote Hannah a letter which I had Adam give to her. I had no other way of reaching her, expressing that I'm a real person, that both of them have hurt. I said that I contemplated telling her husband, but I've held myself back because I didn't know if that would put her in harm's way. Adam told me that Hannah was scared that I would tell her husband because she didn't know what her husband would do. I said she should be.

Some time went by, and I found out that he was still talking with her. He said that he didn't want to stop talking to her. I said that I think that he should leave for the weekend. He went to his parents' house over the weekend, and there was severe weather at our house. Picture me locked in a laundry room with two dogs and two cats. Of course, Adam and I were texting. He was watching the weather and hoped that we were safe.

He came back home the next morning before work. While he was outside with the dogs, I checked his phone. Yeah, I know that was bad. I found out that the prior night, he was also texting Hannah. Their conversation included her saying that he was so cute and asking what they would do for their first date. He responded with a couple of suggestions for activities they could do. She loved it.

Blah blah blah. Again, I'm divorcing him already. When I found the messages, my heart sank. He came in from outside and I told him I wanted a divorce. I told him what I saw and that he's lost all decision-making power in our relationship. It was up to me now. Here's where I'm not sure if I'm the butthole. I saw and that he's lost all decision-making power in our relationship. It was up to me now. Here's where I'm not sure if I'm the butthole.

I went to work and got started on handcrafting a few messages. I sent Adam's parents a text informing him of what he was doing under their roof. I sent his brother a message that said that Adam might need a place to stay. I sent Joe an email informing him of their emotional affair with as many specifics as I could remember about her specific comments, and I told them that if I found any harm came to Hannah as a result of my message, I would personally report him. I then sent Hannah a long email that acknowledged my pain, informed her that up until this morning, Adam was still telling me that he would do couples counseling, which was leading her on, and that I reached out to her husband.

I also copy and pasted my message to her husband in my email to her. I said that I didn't want to hear from her. Adam fully freaked out. He said that I was compromising people's jobs. I emailed Hannah on her work email. But she was cheating at work, so why is she ashamed when it's written down? He said that I'm blowing everything up, and how could I? I got a call from his mom berating me, saying that if any harm came to her son, it would

be on me. She said that I would have to live with myself. I simply apologized for upsetting her and blocked her number. The way I'm telling you, I didn't even raise my voice. OP, you should feel 0% bad here. If I were getting cheated on, I would hope someone, anyone who knew about the cheating would tell me about it. That was r slash top post from Reddit, and if you like this content, be sure to follow

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