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I’m just an average guy, who, like any other red-blooded male, appreciates and loves beautiful and sexy women. I love the way women smell, look, feel, taste, even their sexy voices are so alluring and arousing. The way they move their hips when they walk in those high-heeled pumps that make their legs look so shapely and tighten their asses and push out their tits. The guy who invited those high-heeled shoes should have a holiday named after him.
I’ve been with my wife for a little over four years now and I have never once cheated on her in those four years. I was a senior in college and she was a senior in high school when we started dating. A year after she graduated high school, we were married.
She was going to college at the time and was balancing her school work and planning a wedding. But, she pulled it off. After I graduated from college with a degree in business, I joined my dad’s stock brokerage firm and immediately began making money. It also helped that I had a trust fund, so that paid for my wife’s college and our beautiful new home. My wife graduated college this year and was taking a break, and then she is going to put out her resumes. But, I digress…
Present day… So, yeah, I’m laying here tied to a bed blindfolded. I bet you are wondering how I got to this point in my life. Well, that’s not my wife over there dressed in a black leather dress. That’s my wife’s best friend. I bet you’re thinking I’m having an affair with her. If only it were that easy. Actually I wish it were that easy. Then I could just slowly slip away. But, Kendra, that’s my wife’s best friend’s name, pretty much owns me now.
Thursday night came and I showed up once again at Kendra’s door. She answered. This time she was wearing a full vinyl dress that zipped up in the front with matching thigh high vinyl boots. “Come in.” She said cold and sternly. “Strip naked and put these on.” She handed me a pair of vinyl shorts. “Take off your shoes and socks too.”
I stripped down naked as she watched me. I then put on the shorts. They were really tight so there was a slight pain and discomfort. “I’m finished.”
“Excellent. Let’s go.” I followed her down to the basement dungeon. “Wait here and I will be back.”
She had upgraded the dungeon. Probably with the 50 thousand I had given her. The floor was carpeted now, except for an area where a claw footed bathtub stood and a pedestal sink was. Above the bathtub there were chains hanging from the ceiling attached to leather straps, which were hooked to the side of the wall, I suppose so she won’t smack her head on them.
I could feel the carpet under my bare feet. Instead of just handcuffs on the corner of the bed, there were leather straps as well. There was a bench with leather straps and a cabinet with god knows what inside. I wonder what new torture devices she had purchased.
A little while later the dungeon door opened and in walked Kendra with a male in front of her. He was wearing the same thing I was, although he had a leather collar on with a ring on it. He walked over to me and stood next to me.
Well, I’m not a saint. I do watch porn on the internet and I do check out women whenever I go somewhere. I appreciate the beauty of a woman. Even though there was nothing in particular wrong with my marriage, male hormones often dictate to us men what path we should go. That night, the night I met Julie, I had a few drinks, she was drop dead gorgeous, she flirted with me and the opportunity arose. I let my male hormones get the best of me.. or worse… depending on how you look at.
So some say it starts in the home, in the bed, and in the heart. Well, let’s make something crystal clear, okay? A man needs sex, period. Women need sex too, naturally, but men are more wired to want and in fact need it. It is not an “extra” to relationships, it is a burning, aching necessity.