I learned it was this change in her that made her start swallowing my cum. That made her publicly sensuous with me. That brought our intimacy to a whole new level. Dave Martens has it all, the good job, nice apartment and a gorgeous wife in the name of Ashley, clever, fit, athletic and big breasted she is everyman’s dream woman. But his life is about to change forever, at a party and unbeknown to Dave she has sex in a bathroom with a co-worker encouraged and egged on by her best friend Tamara. A couple days later Ashley tells Dave there is a rumour about her having sex at the party, it soon becomes apparent that it is more than just a rumour. Indeed, when Sarah and her friends went away for Zoe's hen weekend later that year, Mike once again found himself sat uncomfortably on the settee, trying (but failing) to concentrate on a film he'd recorded earlier that week. Having naively hoped that downing a couple of beers would relax his mind and help him avoid the now familiar visions he'd been having, he grew increasingly exasperated when, within 20 minutes, he was yet again picturing Sarah kissing a handsome stranger while her friends urged her on. Mike jumped at the sound of the key in the door and sprung to his feet. Listening anxiously as Sarah walked in to the hallway, quietly placed her bag on the floor, and made her way to the kitchen to pour herself a drink, Mike expected that she would soon burst in to the room and start shouting at him. But she didn't. Instead she quietly walked to the doorway and looked at him with teary eyes. He began full hard thrusts into her, driving her body up the bed. His ass flexed each time he thrust into her. Causing her to moan loudly each time.

After this first visit, watching these clips became almost an obsession for Mike, and he would use any alone time to search for new ones, often picturing Sarah performing the same acts as the women he watched on the screen. At first it was more of the same, supposedly married or attached women having sex with a stranger in a club or bar etc., but by the time the following weekend arrived, Mike had watched his first amateur video of a married woman having sex with another man infront of her husband. It wasn't a particularly adventurous video, but the humiliation he imagined must be felt by having your wife cheat on you as you watched had such a profound effect on him, that he was simply unable to contain the amount of cum he began unloading in to his palm, and ended up spilling some on the fabric of their new settee. Whilst most women would probably consider Mike handsome, there was no doubt that his wife was absolutely stunning. With her all-round gorgeous looks matched by an infectious personality, just about every man who ever laid their eyes on Sarah immediately wanted to sleep with her.Oh God, you have no idea how much I hoped you would. Now, no more talk. And, tonight, when we go to bed. I want you to make wedding night love to me." Although unaware at the time, as he released a heavy load of warm cum into his hand, the seemingly insignificant act of marrying his fear of Sarah cheating on him with one of sexual pleasure turned out to be the beginning of events that would eventually change his marriage forever.

Well perhaps we'd better do something about that when we get home then," she whispered seductively in to his ear. As the door slammed in his face, Mike could hear Sarah begin to cry on the other side. Dejected and angry with himself, he made his way down the stairs and prepared the couch for what turned out to be one of the most uncomfortable night's sleep he'd ever had.

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She poured more wine in our glasses and pushed mine toward my mouth. I downed half of it as she sipped hers. My heart and stomach were doing somersaults in my chest. I wanted to run. I wanted to beat the dog shit out of him. I just sat there and did nothing. Held in place by something unknown within me. I knew what she wanted and it was unusual. Unusual, because she wasn't wasting any time and was forceful about it. After pushing me down she grabbed my head in her hands. It wasn't soft and loving. It was a viselike grip. Leaving nothing to the imagination. My head was going where she put it. She pulled my mouth to her pussy and began moving her hips in circles.

Honey, I promise you, it's never once crossed my mind. I've chosen the person I want to spend the rest of my life with, and I don't regret that decision for one moment." Particularly well written and of interest here are the parts about David's intrusive and repetitive thoughts. This is the product of radical emotional abuse. Rumination. Negative obsessions. Revisiting trauma over and over. Self blame. Getting massively and consistently gaslit. Then gaslighting yourself and making excuses for the abusers. Here we see a casebook example in print. Solutions might be David reframing the situation, taking his personal interests into account, expressing his own thoughts, which this book is a great example of, and practicing mindful appreciation of everyday life. But digging out of this kind of hell hole will obviously be traumatic and take a long time. Mike tried to offer an explanation, but Sarah wasn't interested, and began pushing him towards the door. Normally she doesn't orgasm from beginning oral sex. That is usually a start for her and her orgasms come during our lovemaking sessions. This time she built to a strong orgasm, pulling my head against her rotating pussy with so much force it hurt. Terms of service: You agree that you are making use of our services at your own risk, and that they are being provided to you on an "AS IS" and "AS AVAILABLE" basis. Accordingly, to the extent permitted by applicable law, we exclude all express or implied warranties, terms and conditions including, but not limited to, implied warranties of content, fitness for a particular purpose, and non-infringement.We both went to work the next day and it was all I could do to make it through the day. All I could think about was, why and how did she get this way.

Is our sex life not good enough for you anymore? Or is it me? Am I not enough for you anymore? Am I so unable to satisfy you that you need to watch other women having sex? She's not even an actress! She's just a regular woman!!" And I... I keep telling myself that," stuttered Mike, "and a big part of me completely believes it... but another part of me looks at you, looks at how gorgeous you are, and I see the men looking at you, and something inside just tells me that it's just a matter of time."This book is the record of severe sociopathic abuse, emotional trauma, and devaluation which blindsided the protagonist. The writing is well above average. Usually books like this are sexy and fun. This is neither. SPOILERS Although Mike had occasionally watched pornography when he was younger, and would sometimes catch glimpses of the odd clip on a friend's cellphone, this was the first time since getting together with Sarah that he'd really felt the urge to watch a film. He and Sarah had always had a great sex life, always ensuring that the other was fully satisfied, but with these feelings appearing whenever Sarah wasn't around, he found himself drawn towards porn like never before. I was under the impression that when we review a book we are actually reviewing the content and the story along with the characters, not really just the writing or the writer. Granted the writing is superb and the writer brilliant, such as Mr. David McManus (of which I wholeheartedly agree) Tears rolled down Sarah's cheeks as Mike urgently tried to play the situation down, working hard to hide her from the real truth. But after trying and failing to pacify his wife's anger for close to quarter of an hour, Mike reluctantly recognised that his only hope of preventing a major dent in his marriage was to come clean, and so, in great discomfort, he explained how watching these videos helped him ease a paranoia that she may one day be tempted by another man. To Mike's surprise (and relief), the honesty of his explanation appeared to finally calm down his clearly hurt wife, and for the next few minutes Sarah listened quietly as her husband laid himself bare. The kind of abuse here done by the wife is called "Stepford Devaluation". Meaning the goal of the narcissist wife is to turn her husband in to an uncomplaining automaton with no feelings, humanity, emotions or needs, while she just basically does whatever TF she wants. If that is sexy for you, this is your book.