This reminds me of a story my mother told me of a story her great aunt told her. A friend of the great aunt was at a married woman’s house for lunch around the turn of the 20th century. Her husband arrived home unexpectedly and said “I need to use you,” so her friend had to leave.
Extropolation on the theme, “all the sex you want whenever you want”:
I worked in publishing/magazines for some years and there happened to be quite a few gays ( male gays ) in the industry, I had some great pals that were gay and in one guy in particular, Rick, and I ( a straight female) became fast friends that would talk about anything.
He was very candid with me and said he’d actually been bisexual at different points in his life...he would flirt with me too—but was now heavily ensconced in the gay scene.
At that time he was trolling gay bars for quickies ( this was just as AIDS was arriving on the scene) and having many truly faceless encounters with other gay ( ie, excuse me, but “glory holes” were one method).
He went on to explain how ideal the gay male interaction was, because males have such a strong sexual appetite and requirement for ‘outlet’ without any emotional connection.
So both parties were exactly aligned and driven for the same thing...to use one another.
He said it was great because it was “no strings attached”, unlike his experiences with females, because she’d always want him to call them afterward or whatever etc, and things got emotionally messy.
So he was happy as a lark getting his rocks off several times a night in some cases with other like-minded orgasm seekers.
He was a witty fun guy, now gone from AIDS
“Her husband arrived home unexpectedly and said I need to use you, so her friend had to leave.”
Uh, huh. And if were 2008 Seattle, and a guy and his buddies were sitting on the sofa with their feet up on the coffee table watching the Super Bowl, and his “career woman” girlfriend came in and threw all the buddies out and turned off the TV because she wanted some, there’d be nothing but applause from the distaff section of the bleachers.