The relationship went well. However, we did have a little fight now and then, but it usually passed over in a day. We had been together a few months, and we didn't have sex every day, sometimes every few days, sometimes every week, sometimes even more, but we made sure we didn't go a few weeks without it. Our first real problems was about 4 months after we got together, and things about each other started annoying us, even some real fighting. We started being cold to each other. We knew that we needed help, so I asked a friend who gave counseling on this sort of thing, who told me we needed time apart, and spending too much time together could be bad for us. I took her advice seriously, and took action. We planned to take a vacation together for a couple of weeks, and had already gotten the approval to go on our vacation time. Instead, we decided to take 2 different vacations, apart. He chose Las Vegas and California with a few friends, I opted for a different route, Puerto Rico, with my own friends who decided to go. He agreed right away. I looked forward to a vacation, and as we both went our separate ways, I kissed him and told him I loved him, and he did the same. I went on my vacation. In Puerto Rico, we had a wonderful time. I did, however, feel his not being there much more after a few days. I tried to make the best of it, anyway, but I fantasized about him and what we would do if we were here together. I was even tempted by some of the Puerto Rican men with built chests, and their sexy accents. However, I was easily able to oversee these temptations by filling up my schedule with lots of activities and exploring, to fill the void. The two weeks flew by, and I was on my way home before I knew it. I knew his trip ended a couple of days ago, though we agreed two weeks with no contact during our vacations. I came home, and I opened the door. I was so eager to see him again. I dropped off my luggage on one side, and he came out of the bedroom, grabbing me and planting on me a kiss. "I missed you so much." He said. I told him the same. I was so happy to see him, and we immediately made love. The feel of his rod up my hole was so good, it had been over a month since we had sex! I fucked his ass and face till I was drained, and he did the same to me. I was extremely tired, and decided it was time to sleep. We kissed and hugged each other for a long time, but I told him our problems will restart, and we had to change. We had to stop sleeping in the same room for now, and spend less time with each other, and he agreed reluctantly, but knowing it was the best idea. I think the steps taken worked. Now, sex was great, the sexual pleasure building up over the days. We kissed and held each other much more often, but we also didn't spend as much time together. I think it made us happier to see one another. The relationship achieved a great balance. We slept together occasionally. Most of my friends were happy I had found one person for myself, and that we were leading such a good relationship. I was able to get a promotion and big raise , same with Brett. Months went by. Already two and a half years together went by, and we were still in love, having great sex and happy as ever. I set up a similar scenario like when I told him I loved him. Through the course of the night, we talked, I had more commitment in mind. "So what'd you set all this up for?" "You know, we've been together over 2 years now." "Our anniversary was four months ago." "And we are both happy together, so.." He took hold of my hand, and I took hold of his. "Maybe we should take another step." I didn't need to do anything, he knew what I wanted, and wanted the same. He smiled, and we looked into each other's eyes. We decided to go to Hawaii and exchange vows. It was great, and we took some friends along for a small ceremony. After the vows were said, we went to the hotel room. It was expensive, but worth it. We both got into bed, but there wasn't going to be rest tonight! I ripped off his shirt in one, swift move. He started to kiss me, and then he tore off my shirt, as well. We made out for a bit, and held each other. We rubbed our bodies together, and felt the friction until we both came all over each other's body. After some more fun, he fell asleep. I held him in my arms, watching him sleep, knowing he was all mine.
