In the past I have mentioned my previous marriage and that my ex-wife and I had a relationship that would be described as light bondage and role-playing, hence me having some cuffs, ball-gag and nipples clamps. My previous marriage failed due to our infidelities, although I found out about my wife's unfaithfulness, she never discovered mine. In fact, it was this discovery of her unfaithfulness that led to my somewhat passion for submissive women and a very enjoyable time of my marriage (well at least in my mind).
I remember it well, A work colleague of mine told me that he had heard that my wife had been fooling around with some other guy. As most married men I didn't believe him and told him that he must have been mistaken, it was then he produced his phone, his thumbs went to work on the screen and within seconds he was pointing the phone towards me showing me a very grainy picture of my wife sat in a bar next to another man.
"So, could just be a work meeting." I said defending my wife's honor.
"Swipe to the next picture." he said, there was no malicious or enjoyment in his tone he was just being a good friend.
The next picture was my wife in a full embrace kissing the guy. My first reaction was anger and rage I stood up handed the phone back to my friend.
"Thanks!" Was all I said and turned to walk away.
"You going to be alright?" He called after me.
"Yep, just need a bit of space." And I carried on walking.
It was lunchtime and I wasn't seeing her until I got home that evening, So I took the rest day off and decided that along walk somewhere quiet to do some thinking.
My moods went between, how could she do that to guilt and sadness that our marriage, only two years old had come to so little. We had met in a local bar, she was a new girl sat on her own looking quite lonely. I introduced myself to her and soon we were dating, after six months she'd moved in with me. In our dating days and the subsequent living together days we fucked like rabbits, she was great in bed good blowjobs and we enjoyed most positions, or at least tried them. About a month after our marriage, she declared that although she was willing to, she didn't really enjoy swallowing. Because I was in love with her and as a gentleman after she told me about her dislike I would rarely cum in her mouth, opting to cum on other parts of her body, face and tits mainly.
We did slide a little into light bondage when I once held her hands above her head while I was thrusting into her wet pussy and she responded by Cumming nearly right away. After that we discussed what she would like and not like, she told me that she would love to be tied down and used. So, every now and then I would tie her hands either to the headboard, behind her back or to her ankles and fuck her pussy and mouth as much as I could. She did say that her ass was off limits, which didn't really worry me as I wasn't that much into anal, and I didn't ask why she had an aversion to anal.
I must say that she did have amazing skills in giving head and her pussy would be wet at the slightest encouragement. So, I was more than content with the pleasures that she was offering.
But now two years on since our marriage our sex life had become more or less regular and less frequent, we were only making it two to three times a week and mainly on our weekends as we were both busy with our jobs. Maybe that was the reason why she found sex elsewhere, maybe I wasn't fulfilling her needs, I know I was screwing the little secretary at work and it would be hypocritical of me to be angry with her for doing what I was. It made me think why I was screwing the secretary, she wasn't better looking than my wife, she wasn't even better in bed, so what was it? I worked it out that it was most likely a combination of the excitement of the deceit and the small feeling of power.
Anyway, I needed to know why my wife had been unfaithful.
So that evening I was home early before she got there, I was sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen with a Jim Beam and ice.
She walks in dressed in her usual work clothes, moderate heals, pantyhose, knee-length pencil skirt white blouse with white bra underneath, make-up perfect, her lovely blonde hair cut into a short bob style, and her big blue eyes looking so innocent.
"Hi dear, hard day?" She says noticing the bourbon in my hand.
"You could say that." I reply.
"Well, what's up, it's Friday tomorrow, then the weekend." she chirps trying to cheer me up.
I thought there's no easy way of saying it so I just looked her in her eyes and spoke. "You've been fucking someone else!"
"No no I...."
"Don't fucking deny it, I've seen the photos." Cutting her off mid-sentence.
"Ho no no please, I can explain, please give me a chance, please listen to me." Her voice now breaking down as tears filled her eyes.
"Explain what?" I grunted to her
Now crying she started to tell me something that would dramatically change our relationship.
"When we first met, I had just move to this area." She started to explain, her tears now rolling down her cheeks
"Yep so?"
"Well, I left my hometown because, because..." She pauses looks down at the floor and sobs
"Because what?" I say, now more curious that angry, putting my finger under her chin and lift her head so those big blue eyes now full of tears are looking into mine.
"Because I had a reputation as a... slut." she sniffs
"And the worst thing was, is that I was a slut, I loved sex, my body needed sex I started to believe that I was a nymphomaniac and I needed professional help." There it was a truth that she had never told anyone before.
I was stunned, "And?" was all I could say.
"Well, I was too embarrassed to seek help, so I decided to move to where no-one knew me and start over, I tried to suppress my urges and It worked until recently, I promise it won't happen again, I'm like an alcoholic who's fallen off the wagon, please, please don't leave me, I love you and only you." She really thought that she had a problem and needed help.
Well, we talked and talked well into the night, she was convinced that what she did she couldn't help herself there was plenty of tears, shouting and some cuddling but eventually she partially convinced me too. And she also managed to help me keep some of my self-pride by putting to rest any thought that it was me or my performance in the bed, in fact it was like finding out that the woman who you believed to be shy and innocent most likely knew more than you between the sheets. It was late and an idea hit me.
"OK, you tell me you're a closet slut." I say
