The same is true, of course, for the husbands: reese and David (and, in my own perhaps less spectacular way, I) have found that the perspective changes as the adventure continues, with surprises at every step. Looking back at what I thought I would be experiencing and comparing it to the actual events, I have to say that the fantasy, however hard and spurting it made my dick in my hand (and it sure did!) was almost ridiculously shallow and two-dimensional compared to the reality.
As we have gone deeper into this experience I have met parts of my own sexual personality and potentiality that I did not know were there, and it has been, well, "interesting" would be the one word that encompasses all the varieties of what I have felt.
Still, although there have been passing moments of personal discomfort for me, they have always led to a deeper appreciation for her, for us, and for our choice to do this wonderful thing with our sex life. I cannot speak for other husbands, but I certainly would not trade a single minute of the accumulated reality for a restoration of my former fantasies!