Sex was not his thing he was not a good kisser, gave medicore blow jobs and only if he was high on Coke and blitzed from Scotch did we have good raunchy sex.  That was about as often as a blue Moon, his style of kissing was darting his tounge in and out like he was fucking my mouth with his tounge, nothing sensual or intimate but weapon like if you will.  I was and still am a Master of my Game...  I seek out and explore what gets a person going in bed, try a few techniques and usually prevail in finding the G spot so to speak.
Although he claimed to be a top I knew otherwise, once I began to blow and finger him at the same time he would come unglued and cum rather quickly sadly.  His version of sex lasted for about 10 mins mine were a min of 45 mins, his complaining "please let me cum" or his cumming to quickly which as always left me hard and leaving me to my own devices.   Disappointing to say the least bad kisser and could not get me off, and I stayed because???
The signs were already in place I choose to ignore them and forge ahead.  His travels took him away for long periods of time and were pretty frequent that he was away more than he was at home.  Which suited me just fine as I began to establish myself in the house and marking my territories.
The one thing that was holding me back was income, I had a small service oriented business that provided me with cash but nothing that you would call steady at all.  I needed to move along from that and found a Telemarketing job for a Dating Service which as always is run by Pigs and users.  It was an evening job but something that started my career.  After leaving that place I found another Dating Service and became a Sales person and a damn good one.  This opportunity gave me my own office staff and a some coin in my pocket.  The hours were poor, staying some nights till past 10 but it did help.  Bills were going unpaid, I had given up my Apartment and moved in with him but left a great deal of bills unpaid.  Not wanting to appear as a shit I spent and never saved and never paid my bills.  This left with me with no Car Insurance, no Credit and bill collectors at my door.  The hemroging had to stop.  It was countless nights at the bars and restaurants tabs coming in at 60-80 a head and followed by endless arguments.  We fought and fought and fought till I could not fight anymore.  I was not paying a dime to live in the house, I would grocery shop pay for the landscaper the Cable, maintained the house in my normal OCD way and basically took care of him.
When he was gone it was smooth as silk, fun, adventurous and sneaky.  Just the way I liked it.  I looked forward to his trips as it gave me breathing room a sense of independence something which I never had and great sex.........
I had found the Internet the Chat rooms and was locked and loaded for anything that might come my way.
It was easy pickings and the pickings were plentiful.  Go online and with 30 mins some guy would be standing at the Front Door waiting for me to fuck him.  Fucked them I did and plenty there was, it was amazing and fun not once did I feel like I was cheating I felt a sense of what I was owed since it was not coming from him it needed to come from somewhere.  A friend remarked to me one time after meeting him out, I just came from freshly fucking some local young kid and he said "you look amazing, you are actually glowing"   I was it was wonderful I had a new hood to choose from and plenty of cock and ass to play with and a place to do it.   He would come home none the wiser and I would play the game of jealous husband to his "followers" that he spoke about on his trips and pouted at times letting him believe that I felt he might be cheating on me.  Did he cheat?  I do not think he did, sex was not his greatest game and he knew it.  Yet I was creating an image for myself as the dutiful husband making up for the lack of income vs his.  His was triple if not 4x greater, at one point I viewed his income tax returns and saw that in one year he made 160k money I could not even dream of.  It was taking its toll on him once he began to spend and realizing he was not able to always enjoy it as he was away.  So the toys, the cars, the new furniture, the renovating of the house was done in fleeting moments of when he was home but soon had to be back out on the road again.
I can see where the jealousy would come into play he felt I was enjoying or reaping the benefits of his hard work and not contributing towards the same thing he was.   At the end of the day it was his house, his family his friends who benefited from all of this, along with me of course.  Yet it was me who maintained who cooked and cleaned for those people who entertained weekends after weekends, bar tending, grilling, serving and cleaning.  After those parties and the following morning everything was back and it appeared like no one was ever in the house.  That was my style my goal my personae, I felt that if I gave all that to him it would make up for the fact that I was not financially capable or dare I say wanting to contribute in any way.  I knew at the end of the day it was all about him, his house his, his, his and I became the houseboy the one who did all those things and made it easier for him, clearly his life was better as I was doing all the dirty work taking care of the things so he would not have to.  This placed him on a Pedastal and I saw it was not only me it was others who would do the same thing for him.  In the end I realize now we were all enablers.