28 years ago I lost my soul mate to cancer. I was an emotional mess, aware that I was in no state to handle any kind of relationship, but still with a need both for female companionship and sexual release.
After a lot of deep thinking and a good deal of hesitation, I decided to go to a prostitute. My first punt, if you can call it that, was a rub and tug in a massage parlour, but that gave me to confidence to look further afield. Over the next few years I met some great girls, I am still in touch with one today although she is long retired because of health problems. I have known her for 27 years and she was one of the best WGs ever.
Eventually I remarried, and punting went on the shelf for a long time. It happened very occasionally, if the marriage went through a bad patch, second marriages are often a bit up and down, there's an old joke that goes "My first wife died, my second one won't."
Some years ago my second wife developed a serious health problem that stopped all sex between us, to her regret as well as mine, we had a very strong chemistry. I began punting regularily again a while after this. She doesn't know that I do it, of course.
I hesitated about writing this as anyone who knows me might recognise me from it, so I have kept the details vague. Punting is just about the only area of my life that has brought me any real pleasure for a long time. My second wife is probably on borrowed time, and if and when she goes, I will certainly not be looking for another relationship, punting will be it for me.
