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.
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