I’m wet.
I jump out of the chair and return back to the kitchen. I take a couple of gulps from the cup of tepid tea, flushed with the thought that I had been lured into seeing such depravity. How dare he… How dare he put that on our computer! I try and remove the images from my mind and the throbbing of my vagina…how dare he…
I pull out the ironing board and begin the chore, but looking over to the computer that by now is busy with the screensaver. I iron faster. I cannot get the images out of my mind. Where has he been to get these… why is he doing this? What for? I give him pleasure, maybe not enough, but we still have our moments, we have had our children. Life seemed ok between us. So why?
I cannot take this torment; I have discovered something that I must understand. Why has he put porn on our pc? I rest the iron to one side and return to the pc. I move the mouse and it immediately reverts back to the still movie. I click that away and return back to his betraying folder of “my recent documents”. I right click on one and go to its properties… c:\\my documents\pics\misc\others\… I open and explore the pc, investigating… There I find what must be thousands of pictures and movies clips that all have a common theme…
Sluts, I mean dirty whores who know what they want from their gigolos, to seduce their men wearing stockings, sexy undergarments galore, heels, you name it, to fuck their brains out in the most demanding way… always wearing stockings…
I realise and suddenly I feel the blood drain away from my head. A headache suddenly kicks in. A fear comes over me and I begin to shake for my thoughts are racing… For years he has purchased me all these kinds of sexy lingerie. I have countless stockings, which I seldom wear, only for parties and special occasions, Corsets and Basques with thongs, evening ball gown gloves to go with the expensive dresses. Jewellery that is both expensive and sexy…my god…
He wants me to be his SLUT!!
I begin to whimper, my hands shaking, running them through my hair, my breathing fast and relentless, my heart pounding. I am shaking and tears begin to fall to the floor. Yet during all of this, what shocks me most of all is that I remain wet…my vagina – I can feel the folds of my pussy flowering, the blood rushing into its fleshy folds… I blush once again, knowing ashamedly that this is turning me on. My own body betrays the Christian morals that I have stood for all my life. God, what was I to do?
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The turning point.
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I begin to realise that something must be done about this. As our marriage has aged I have become sexually comfortable with what we have had. Yet this has never been enough for him, obviously. I begin to realise that our marriage will either fail with divorce from an exposed affair – god forbid. Or has he already found his slut? I know if our lives continue this way it would be only a matter of time for this to happen… unless,