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Do You Trust Your Wife?

By: edrider73



Many thanks to whoredinarygirl for first editing and improving this story.

Grateful thanks to Dowageroftwo for further edits, ideas and suggestions that made it much better. 

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I didn't do anything wrong. That's what I kept telling myself as we were walking to the car. Sheila was the one who had made a spectacle of herself with Harry.

A minute ago on the dance floor, he had been squeezing her ass with both hands and she had been rubbing her crotch against his. I should have gone up to them immediately and dragged her away but I was stupefied and stood there.

I couldn't believe my eyes. I'd always trusted Sheila. It was one of the things that made me serious about her. Soon after we had started dating, she had told me that trust was one of the most important things in her life. She had been deceived a few times and she didn't take well to betrayal.

That was putting it mildly. She was almost rabid on the subject. We both agreed that cheating was despicable whenever the subject came up. But I took the position that nobody was perfect and if someone lapsed once, deeply regretted it and never strayed again, it wasn't the same as someone who schemed and cheated for months or years.

Sheila made no such distinctions.

"It's a matter of trust," she always said. "If you trust someone completely and that trust is broken, it can never be the same again. I totally understand how the shock of betrayal can make a normal person take horrible revenge on the cheater, even if it means a prison term. That's what I would do."

I didn't get frightened when Sheila spoke like this. I knew there was no way I would ever cheat on her so what she said was irrelevant to me.

When I saw Sheila was carrying on with Harry at the company party, my first thought was she was doing it as a reaction to seeing Scarlett and me. Overreaction would be a better word. She didn't see me do anything wrong. She reacted to what she thought she saw without giving me a chance to explain.

When Scarlett was hired as my executive assistant, I had the office manager talk to her about appropriate dress because she didn't seem to have a clue, even though she was smart about everything else. She saved my ass so many times I can't even count them and Sheila knew that Scarlett was a major factor in my rise up the corporate ladder and the lifestyle we enjoyed.

The first time Sheila saw Scarlett it was as if they were two tigresses in the jungle interested in the same male. And this was after Scarlett had begun wearing expensive business suits that hardly showed an inch of skin. The trouble was that no matter how nicely a suit is tailored it can't hide the fact that Scarlett is one of the hottest women on the planet.

So is Sheila but not in the same way. She is very sexy but not like she's ready to jump you if you just ask her. Scarlett doesn't do that but she has the aura of a woman who's dying for sex. Although she is as fiercely protective of me as my wife, Scarlett's never tried anything with me.

On the night of the party Scarlett was still suffering from a bad break-up with a boyfriend she had been with for more than a year. She had told me she thought he was the one. I wanted to say something when I met him and realized he was a self-centered jerk and was probably using Scarlett to show off.

But it was an unwritten rule that Scarlett would not advise me on my marriage and I wouldn't comment on her social life. We both knew those kinds of discussions could become dangerous.

She must have been feeling hurt and unattractive when she chose her dress for the party because it wasn't much of a dress. It was bright red and clingy but there wasn't much to it. There was so little material on top that she was falling out of it and it was so short that everyone at the party soon knew that the color of her thong matched her dress.

I wasn't the only one who stared at her. So did every other man there. And every woman, too. Except they didn't stare.

They glared.

Maybe seeing Scarlett dressed like that made Sheila have an extra drink or two. She probably heard some other wives talking about Scarlett. As bad as it was, I don't think it would have been a disaster except for what Scarlett did. We were both at the open bar at the same time and talking while we were waiting for our drinks. After we got them we walked away together continuing our conversation. I can't even remember what we were talking about.

We ended up by a wall and I was leaning against it sipping my drink as Scarlett stood facing me holding her drink. She was close to me but not that close. Nothing was touching, except...

While we were talking, I suddenly became aware of Scarlett stroking my arm. I hadn't noticed immediately because I was wearing a dinner jacket. She noticed at the same time and quickly snatched her hand away.

She looked away from me and her eyes scanned the room. So did mine. Every eye was on us. We both saw Sheila at almost the same time. Her fade was bright red, and her expression was a mix of anger and humiliation.

I turned to Scarlett and said something. Two days later at work, she told me I had said, "I have to go to Sheila right now." I turned back toward Sheila and began walking to her. Except I didn't see her anymore.

I searched for for the next 45 minutes but couldn't find her in the crowded ballroom.

I was back to where I had been standing when I was talking to Scarlett and still scouring the room for Sheila. The band was playing at the other end. I saw two women looking at me and talking. When I looked at them, they turned around and walked away. A moment later, two other women did the same thing. After the third time it happened I left my position and began circling the room again.

When I got to the dance floor, I saw them, and I saw everyone looking at them and then looking at me. I stood like a statue until the dance ended. Then I walked toward them. As soon as he saw me Harry said something to her and then walked quickly toward an exit.

I glanced at him but my eyes went back to Sheila.

She stood stiff and straight as I approached her. She said nothing, but her eyes spoke for her. I saw the same anger and embarrassment as before, but now there was also defiance. Her arms were tight at her sides. I reached for her left hand. She didn't give it to me, but she didn't move it away either when I grabbed it.

"Let's go." I spoke quietly into her ear through clenched teeth.

She almost fell over as I pulled her. But then she recovered and began matching my rapid pace. The crowd parted for us, and we were soon out of the room. When we got to the elevator to the parking lot she ripped her hand out of mine and stood next to me silently. 

As we walked to the car, I kept telling myself I didn't do anything wrong. Sheila said nothing when we got in the car but she began talking when we left the parking lot.

"Everybody knew," were the first words she spat out. "They could all tell what was going on."

I was strangely calm. Later, I thought that maybe if I had been more angry about her and Harry, it might have been a better response. I guess I was still in shock over what I had seen.

"What was going on?" I asked.

"You are having an affair with Scarlett," said Sheila. "The way you were behaving with her it was obvious to everyone. They all witnessed my humiliation."

"I don't care what everyone thinks," I said. "I care what you think. You saw us talking and now you think I'm having an affair with her?"

"You were doing more than talking. You were touching."

"And where did I touch her?"

"Don't twist my words!" she snapped. "She was touching you and you didn't stop her. Are you going to deny that?"

"I'm not denying anything that happened," I said. "I know that she was touching the sleeve of my coat with her fingers, but I didn't notice it until she pulled her hand away. It couldn't have lasted more than a few seconds."

"A few seconds! Those few seconds gave you both away. No woman touches a man like that unless she knows him intimately. So don't deny it. Admit you're sleeping with her."

"Listen to me, Sheila, I don't deny anything that happened. Because nothing did happen."

"Liar!" She screamed.

Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her hand raised as if she was about to slap me. But I didn't react to the threat. I just stared straight ahead at the road. She put her hand down.

For a while we drove on in silence. Finally I spoke.

"Sheila, do you trust me?"

She didn't answer for a while.

"I don't know," she finally said in a quiet voice.

She was no longer angry. She sounded sad and resigned. I liked the anger a lot better.

"We've been married for sixteen years and I've trusted you," I persisted. "You've always said you trusted me. Then Scarlett strokes my arm and you no longer trust me."

Sheila didn't say anything.

"Speaking of trust, where were you for 45 minutes while I was looking for you?"

She still said nothing.

"Were you with Harry?"

I thought that might get an angry response from her, but she just stared through the windshield.

"Why was he massaging your ass while you were grinding into him?"

She didn't respond to that either. I stopped talking and it was silent for a few minutes. Then she spoke. Her voice was no longer soft and resigned. It was hard as steel.

"Do you trust me, Sheldon?"

"I've always trusted you," I said.

"What if you found out that Harry had gotten a room at the hotel tonight and took me there so I could recover from finding out about you and Scarlett?"

"Is that what happened?"

"What if Harry comforted me?"

"Are you telling me that you slept with him?" I tried to keep my voice calm, but I was about to explode.

"Do you trust me?" she said. "If you trust me, I don't need to answer that question."

"That's not good enough!" I said. "You're playing games with me. You've never done that before. Why are you doing this?"

"There are a lot of things I've never done before tonight," she said. "I was blind. Now my eyes are open. Everything's changed."

"So you're throwing away sixteen years and two children because Scarlett stroked my arm."

"I didn't say that. All I said was that everything's changed. Have you forgotten that we've had this discussion many times about other people? I know you think if the husband makes one mistake and never repeats it, the wife should forgive him. And you know that I think the wife is justified in doing almost anything to punish her cheating husband."

"Is that what you were doing with Harry?" I asked. "Punishing me?"

"Our disagreement is irrelevant in this case," she said, ignoring my question. "The way she touched you -- that doesn't come after one night. That's a caress that a woman gives a man she's been intimate with many times. So even if I went along with your idea that one time doesn't mean anything, you've still destroyed my trust."

"I agree."

"You agree?"

"Yes. If I ever have an affair with Scarlett, which I never will, your trust in me would be destroyed. If you have an affair with Harry or anyone else, it would be the same."

"You're still trying to twist your way out of this!" Sheila said. "What if I only did it one time with Harry? You said you'd forgive me if it was only one time. Do you still feel that way?"

"You're the one who's twisting my words. I never said that the husband or wife who cheats gets a free pass. I said that one mistake shouldn't destroy a marriage if the couple deals with it and it never happens again. I'm not going to forgive what you did with Harry just like that. You're going to have to prove I can trust you again."

Sheila burst into laughter. It was not her usual happy laugh. It was a bitter laugh.

When she calmed down, she said, "What did you see me do with Harry, Sheldon? Did you follow us to his room? Did you sneak in from the balcony and watch us? What did we do? Did we take off all our clothes? Did we do it doggy style? What did you see?"

"You know I didn't watch you," I growled. "I don't want to know the details."

"But I want to know all the details about you and Scarlett."

"There are no details!"

"I know," she said. "I should just trust you. Would you trust me if I told you that Harry and I didn't do anything except what you saw?"

I didn't answer right away.

"I wish I could say I would trust you if you told me that," I said finally. "Maybe if you had told me when we first got in the car, I would have trusted you. Now I don't know.

"I can't go back in time. You've said a lot of disturbing things tonight. And you're still asking hypothetical questions. You've never said that you didn't do anything."

"You know me, Sheldon," she said cryptically. "You can trust what I did the same way I can trust what you did."

She began laughing the bitter laugh again, but she stopped when she saw I was pulling into the garage.

We both looked at the children sleeping and then I took the babysitter home. When I got back, Sheila was in bed and the bedroom was dark. I couldn't tell if she was awake because her back was to me. When I got into bed, I thought I felt her body shaking, but I was scared to touch her.

When I woke up the next day, Sheila wasn't in bed. I dreaded going downstairs but it turned out to be the usual Sunday whirlwind of church, kids' soccer and a picnic dinner with two other families. There was no time to talk.

I watched her to see whether she was still thinking about the night before but I couldn't tell.

Monday morning was the same as always: getting the kids off to school, grabbing a quick bite and rushing off to work. At work, Scarlett started crying when she told me that when she had been with her former boyfriend, she used to stroke his arm like that wherever they were, and he liked the attention. She said that she must have been wishing he had been more like me and out of habit she had begun lovingly stroking my arm without thinking.

She asked whether she should call Sheila and explain. I told her that might do more harm than good.

I should have let her make that call.

As the days went by, it was clear that Sheila wasn't happy. She was avoiding me as much as she could and she was too enthusiastic about everything the children were doing.

When they weren't around, her smile turned to a frown and her enthusiasm disappeared.

She had been so emotional the night of the party that I was sure she would bring it up again but she never did. I thought about bringing up Harry but I decided not to for the time being.

I went back and forth in my mind about what she did. In the end, I decided to trust her.

I guess that's what you call it when you make up a story for your wife. She saw me with Scarlett, misunderstood the gesture and went elsewhere to cool down, with or without Harry.

But she never did anything with him. She told him to grope her to get back at me. That's what I wanted to believe.

So I believed it and trusted her, even though we never talked about it.

It sounded like we began living a marriage of convenience, but things got better. She gradually stopped frowning when the kids weren't around. I can't remember when we finally had sex again but I remember she was the one who initiated it. A few months later, it seemed that our marriage was better than it had ever been. Our house was full of love, and not just for the children.

We had always gotten along well despite our differences in temperament. Our occasional fights were never bitter and we didn't stay mad at each other very long. Now it seemed we never argued. I felt nothing but tenderness, passion and gratitude beaming at me from Sheila and that made me love her more than ever.

She tried to outdo herself for me, and I tried to do the same by doing things I knew she would like. I wasn't doing it for anything in return but that seemed to drive her to do even more for me.

I was in heaven.

Our sex life was better than ever, too. We had always enjoyed each together so it was hard to put my finger on it at first but Sheila seemed to have become even more enthusiastic - and more imaginative. She came up with some wild stuff. Some of it was a bit too far out for me but usually her ideas got me really turned on. When she saw that I enjoyed what we were doing, it seemed to make her so happy that it made me even happier.

In my mind, there were still shadows. Sometimes I wondered whether what she was doing might be out of guilt for having had sex with Harry. Or I wondered whether her newfound interest in expanding our sexual boundaries might because she still thought I had had an affair with Scarlett and wanted to make sure I would never again go out of the house for satisfaction.

When I thought back to what she always said about everything being different once trust had been destroyed and how the victim of betrayal was justified in taking a terrible revenge, I couldn't reconcile those feelings with what was happening in our lives. So I believed she must have decided to trust me like I decided to trust her.

I still felt that the events at the party were hanging over our heads. I thought about them sometimes after we had great sex or at the office when I looked at Scarlett or saw Harry, who seemed to be nervous whenever we were in the same room. I wondered whether Sheila was putting on a great act and screwing Harry in secret to get back at me for what she thought I had done.

But if she was revenging herself on me, why would she keep it a secret?

I wished we could talk about what happened and resolve it. I was sure it would do us both good to air things out. But she seemed so full of life and so happy that I hesitated to bring it up and spoil her mood.

Just because I wouldn't let go of my worries, why drag her back into thinking unhappy thoughts that she had decided to leave behind?

In time, my nagging doubts bothered me less often. Life with Sheila and the kids was good.

One of the things Sheila introduced to our sex life was role playing. She was as busy as always with the kids and volunteer work but she seemed to be have time to find things on the Internet. She told me that's where she came across some of our new sexual variations. I used to look at porn on the Internet, but I stopped after we got married -- not because I thought it was wrong but because sex with Sheila was so satisfying that I was no longer interested.

Now she was interested. She told me that she only looked at things that she thought she could adapt to our love life.

We didn't take the role playing as far as some couples. We never dressed in costume or put on makeup. All we did was act out little scenes.

Sheila would set them up and tell me who my character was and who she was. Then we would improvise.

For instance, I was a policeman who had stopped her because she was driving erratically. She tried to charm her way out of trouble, and I would blackmail her into having sex with me.

Or I was a doctor examining a nymphomaniac at my office and asking her for details about her sex partners.

Or maybe she was a gold digger married to an old man and I was the pool boy.

A lot of the scenes involved cheating, and I wondered if they had anything to do with her feelings about trust. But she seemed to do everything for laughs. We would say outrageous things to each other and try to break each other up. And each scene ended with great sex.

Some of the scenes were darker. Like when she played a woman who was looking for revenge sex against a partner who had cheated on her. When we did those I listened closely for any signs of bitterness. But I never heard anything.

One scene she liked but I didn't was about a husband who had caught his wife cheating. To punish her, he would tie her up on the bed and then do humiliating and painful things to her. For me, this was too close to wife abuse for comfort. I would tie her up but the only humiliation and pain were in the words I spoke.


Do You Trust Your Wife?



Sometimes it seemed to me she was encouraging me to do more than talk, but I couldn't believe she really wanted me to hurt her. If I really thought that's what she wanted, our role playing would have ended right there and I would have insisted she see a therapist.

One time she started in on trust, and I thought to myself, okay, here we go. Finally! I was eager to talk about it but she wasn't interested in what I had to say. She was spread-eagle on the bed, lying on her back with hands and feet stretched out and tied to the four bedposts.

"I'm completely helpless," she said. "You could do anything you want to me now, and I couldn't stop you. It takes a lot of trust for me to let you do this to me.

"Maybe you're looking at me and thinking about what I did with Harry. Now is your chance to get even. You could slap me until I'm dizzy. You could brand me. You could cut me. You could pull my hair. You could stick things inside me. You are probably imagining things that are even worse. I trusted you when you tied me up, and maybe that was a mistake."

I played along with her.

"It was a mistake. How could you trust me when you saw what I did?"

"Yes, I'm very stupid. I saw what you did with my own eyes and it was more powerful than a confession. I told you I would never trust you again because of your affair with Scarlett, but today I foolishly trusted you. And now you can make me sorry for being so trusting."

"Before we're finished here, you're going to wish you hadn't trusted me," I said. I tried to laugh an evil laugh. "You're right that I'm going to do things to you that you can't imagine. And when we're done, your body will never be the same. Trust me!"

She laughed.

"I trust you, but do you trust me?" she asked. "I don't think you do. You think I slept with Harry even though I never told you I did. You saw me dancing dirty with him and now you don't trust me. You would never let me tie you up like this. Admit it. You don't trust me as much as I trust you."

"That's right." I reached for her butt cheek and grabbed it. "Anyone who lets Harry do this to her can never be trusted again."

I kneaded her ass and then I grabbed one cheek with each hand and held them tightly.

She whimpered.

"I can tell you are going to hurt me badly because I trusted you," she said. "Are you going to put it in my ass and rip me apart?"

"I sure am."

I carefully inserted one finger into her ass and then bent my head and began working on her with my tongue.

"You son of a..." she began but those were the last intelligible words she spoke. From then on, there were only sighs, moans and gasps.

It was at least three orgasms until she began talking. I noticed she was on the verge of tears.

"No more! No more!" she cried. "You've tortured me beyond all reason. Go ahead and put your cock in me and pound me savagely. That's what you want to do. You can make me as sore as you want to, because I trusted you, even though you don't trust me."

I sat up and looked at her. Big red blotches were on her chest and other places on her naked body. Her face was red, too, and she was panting heavily. From her words and the way she looked, it seemed like she wanted rough sex. But I hesitated. Even though she was turned on, seeing her tied to the bed was turning me off.

I couldn't do it.

"You bitch," I said angrily. At least I tried to sound angry and keep from smiling.

"That's just what you'd like. You want to lie there and let me do all the work. You're a lazy slut. If you want to get off again, it's your turn to work. And don't try to stop me if you know what's good for you."

As quickly as I could, I untied her hands and feet. Then I jumped on top of her and put my arms around her and held her tight as I rolled over. Now I was on my back and she was on top of me.

I kept holding her as I slid around the bed until I was in the middle. Then I let her go.

"OK, bitch." I growled. "Get to work! And I don't care how much it hurts, you'd better ride me hard if you know what's good for you."

She looked surprised. This obviously wasn't what she had expected. She got on her knees and began riding up and down. She was smiling.

I slapped her ass lightly with my right hand.

"Faster, bitch!"

Still smiling, she looked around. Then she got an idea. She got off her knees and squatted on top of me. She moved around until she got me inside her without using her hands. She slowly began bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet. The mattress acted like a trampoline and she had trouble getting control at first and sometimes flew right off of me. When she did, we'd laugh as she mounted me again.

After a while, she got better control and made sure I stayed inside her. She began bouncing faster and coming down harder, slamming her thighs into my belly as her vagina swallowed me up.

Then she had another idea. She leaned forward and pressed her breasts into my chest. Now her upper body was tight against me and motionless, and she was swiveling her lower body. Her belly, midsection and thighs were colliding with mine. As she worked up a head of steam I felt like I was being pounded into the bed by a human sledgehammer.

There was a loud slapping sound as she hit me and it became faster and louder. I felt it all over my lower body. As she came down hard on my belly, she squeezed the air out of me, and it made it hard for me to breathe. My thighs were being bruised. But more than anything my penis felt her vagina attacking it.

And it loved the feeling.

Then I heard the little cries she makes as she comes and that sent me all the way. I spurted into her and she fell onto me like dead weight and didn't move.

I couldn't move either. She had pounded the life out of me. With her weight on me I could barely catch my breath. After an eternity she sat up and looked at me. She smiled and then kissed me. I didn't respond.

"What's wrong? Are you hurt?"

"No," I said, "but you've destroyed me. I feel like I'm a vegetable. I can barely breathe, and I'm too weak to move. Give me some time to recover. You're a killer."

"Interesting. I didn't realize I was doing that to you."

After that night, she seemed stuck on that scene. There were variations but each time it was all about how she trusted me to tie her up and how she might be wrong. She thought up some horrible things that I could do to her and recited them.

Then she added a new twist. After she'd wonder out loud about some new painful and degrading thing that I might do, she explained how I could get away with it. She put some thought into figuring out what I would do if she went to the authorities.

She always worked out a way for me to get them to believe me rather than her so I would get off scot-free.

When we bought a new video camera that worked well in all kinds of lighting, it was supposed to be for recording the children. She bought a tripod for it and set it up next to the bed at our next role-playing evening. I told her I didn't want her to film us. She said she would turn it off before we got into action.

She played to the camera as she took off her clothes and I tied her arms and legs. She went on and on about how she trusted me and how she might be making a big mistake because once she was tied up she would be helpless to stop me.

She said that by allowing me to restrain her, she was really giving me permission to do anything I wanted to her. If I did something she didn't like she had no right to complain because it would just mean that she had been stupid to trust me.

All of her talk made no sense to me but I could tell it was important to her. The speech was similar each time but she was always working on it and adding things and removing other things.

I stopped listening after a while. She wasn't really talking to me. Just to the camera.

The fourth time we did this scene she started by opening a package.

"I got this at the adult store," she said as she opened it. "These are professional restraints. I tried them on at the store and it hardly felt like I had anything on. But they are really strong. And they're adjustable. You can make them looser to allow my body to move around and react more to what you are doing. Or you can make them really tight so I can't move a muscle."

I imagined her putting on the restraints in the store. Did the clerk help her? Was it a woman or a man? The thoughts repelled me, but they aroused me, too.

One time, I noticed that the camera was still running after we were heavily into the sex. I stopped and got up and turned it off and took out the little storage disk and broke it in two. She gave a little cry but she didn't say anything. After that, I checked the camera each time before the sex started to make sure it was off.

I enjoyed the wild sex but the other stuff started getting old. Role playing could be fun but she was stuck in that one role. I didn't want to hear anymore about what I could do to her and how I could cover it up in case she told the authorities. I didn't want to hear how much she trusted me while I didn't trust her.

Finally, I told her I was tired of doing the same thing over and over and couldn't we move on to roles. She said she'd think about it.

After that, I caught her gazing at me at odd times. It gave me the creeps. We would be eating dinner with the kids or watching TV or at a restaurant and I'd see her eyeing me. When I looked at her face, it was blank -- no expression at all.

It wasn't a natural expression. She was hiding something.

I found out what it was two weeks later after another evening of exhausting sex. We were lying in bed next to each other, catching our breath and looking at the ceiling.

"I'm ready to move on," she said.

"What?"

"You said you were getting tired of repeating this scene," she said. "I know you don't like it as much as I do. I enjoy working on my role to perfect it, but you've stayed the same. There's just one more variation I want to try before we move on."

"That's fine. So next time will be the last time we do this one."

"Yes, if you agree to the variation."

"I've hardly ever disagreed before," I said. "Except about the camera. I haven't changed my mind about not recording us making love, so I hope that isn't your variation."

"No."

I waited for her to tell me more but she just looked at me with that blank expression.

Finally, I said, "What is it?"

She spoke softly. I remember every word she said.

"For the last time, I want to reverse roles."

At first, I didn't understand.

"How do we do that?" I asked. "You're a woman, and I'm a man. I can't imagine what you are talking about."

She took a deep breath.

"I didn't say reverse sexes," she said. "Whenever we've done this, I've trusted you. For just one time, I want you to trust me."

I started to say that I still didn't get it, but suddenly I understood.

"You mean you want to tie me up?" I said. "Not on your life."

"Why not?"

"Because that's your thing, not mine. I went along with it to please you. I'm not interested in that role."

"You're not telling me the real reason," she said. "All the other roles we've played, no matter how crazy they were, you always got into the spirit of the scene, and we had lots of laughs. But this one scares you, and I'll tell you why."

"Why?"

"Because you don't trust me."

"Yes, yes, you keep on saying that. You love to say that you trust me and I don't trust you. But we're not playing roles right now."

"I'm not playing a role," she said. "I really mean it. You don't trust me. You haven't trusted me since you saw me with Harry at that party."

"You mean the night you told me you would never trust me again because of something I never did?"

"Don't change the subject. I've been trusting you for weeks. Sure, it's a role, but in reality, you could have taken advantage of me being helpless to get revenge for Harry."

"But I didn't."

"Yes," she said. "I trusted you to not hurt or degrade me, and you didn't. But you don't trust me the same way. Not even one time. You're afraid of being helpless and vulnerable. You think I'm going to take revenge on you for your affair with Scarlett. Admit it."

"I'm not admitting anything. I've wanted to talk to you about what happened that night for a long time. You've never brought it up. Now all of a sudden you're using it to get me to go along with your role reversal. I don't want any part of that."

"You say you've wanted to talk to me," she said. "What is there to talk about?"

"I think it's still hanging over our heads and I'm afraid if we don't deal with it, it's going to bite us one day. It might hurt us and even the children."

She looked at me but said nothing. I could see she was lost in thought.

"Let me get this straight," she said finally. "Since that night, you've been thinking we need to talk about Scarlett and Harry, even though you've never mentioned it before now."

"That's because I didn't want to upset you," I said. "I was waiting for the right time."

"It so happens, I agree with you completely," she said. "We have to close the book on this. I've also been thinking about it ever since that night. But unlike you, I haven't been sitting around waiting for the right time to resolve the problem. I've been planning and working to make the right time happen."

"Since you agree, the right time must be now. So let's talk."

She looked at me again and was silent.

"Okay," she said. "Let's talk -- but after we do the role reversal."

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"It's all part of the same thing. I've proven many times that I trust you and if we're going to move on, we have to both be able to trust each other. If you don't trust me, how can we can talk about moving forward?"

The conversation went on a while longer. It went every way but the way I wanted it to go. I wanted it to be about Sheila and me and our kids but Sheila wouldn't give in. She kept coming back to me not trusting her and that any conversation about Scarlett and Harry and us and the kids would be meaningless unless we both trusted each other. Letting her tie me up would prove I trusted her as much as she trusted me.

She finally wore me down. As I gave in, I stared at her for a sign of what she was thinking. My thinking was perfectly clear: I was thinking that I might be making a big mistake and I had a bad premonition about what was going to happen.

She didn't crack. Her face was expressionless so I knew she was still hiding something. She thanked me for trusting her but she didn't act happy about it.

I was exhausted from the sex earlier and the heated discussion but I didn't fall asleep for a long time. Sheila fell asleep at once. I looked at her face. She couldn't control it in her sleep. She was smiling.

I waited two weeks for her to bring up the subject again before I mentioned it. It wasn't because I was anxious to do it. Maybe it was because we didn't have sex for those two weeks. But probably it was because of my frustration when I looked at her expressionless face and wondered what it was hiding.

"So when does this happen?" I asked one night after the kids were in bed. "You want to do it now?"

"No," she said. "I've been waiting to make sure you're ready. Are you sure you're ready to trust me?"

I thought of a snappy reply, but I didn't say it. What was the use? She was only hearing what she wanted to hear.

Maybe after she had her fun, we could stop playing these word games.

"I'm ready."

"Then we'll do it Sunday morning. I'll talk to my parents about the kids sleeping over there Saturday night. I can pick them up Sunday afternoon."

Maybe it was because I was feeling jumpy but when she said that I had a strange thought. Usually when the kids sleep over at their grandparents we both pick them up and all have dinner there. Was I reading something into what she said about her picking them by herself?

I wanted to say something, and I wanted to ask why it was Sunday morning when all the previous times it had been at night while the kids were asleep. Was she afraid the kids might hear something? What would they hear?

"You're not saying anything, Sheldon," she said. "But I can tell you're worried. Ask me anything."

"What are you going to do to me after you tie me up?"

"I'm not going to tell you now, but I promise I'll tell you everything I'm going to do before I start. I won't spring any surprises on you.

"I'll tell you something else. It's not going to be the same as what we've been doing up to now. I'm not you, and you're not me. You know my personality, so you know this will be different from when you were in control."

"What does that mean?" As she spoke I was getting increasingly nervous. Why had I agreed to this?

"I'm not going to do some of the extreme things we've talked about during our role playing," she said. She started to add something and then she stopped. When she spoke again, she changed the subject.

"I'm excited about watching you play your role. You've watched me have amazing orgasms, and you know they weren't fake. This will be different. You don't react to things the same way I do. You don't need to pretend that you're aroused, but I'm counting on you to play your role and react convincingly to what I do to you. That's what will make it fun for me.

"I'm going to feed you lines, because you're better at responding than leading when we're role playing. You always have great comebacks and say things with such a straight face that you shock me and often fool me into thinking you're serious. Say the first thing that comes into your mind. Be as outrageous as you can."

"I'll do my best to give you what you want," I said cautiously, "but there's one thing I'm serious about. I have the feeling you're going to try to film the whole thing. I'll be tied up and won't be able to stop you. But I'm warning you -- no, let me put it a different way. I'm trusting you that you won't film us making love. I know that the idea excites you but to me it makes something intimate into a tawdry porn movie."

"That's a ridiculous way of looking at it!" she exclaimed. "I could point out all sorts of things to show you how wrong you are, but I don't want to get into an argument. So I promise you that I will not film us making love. Do you trust me to keep that promise?"

I didn't answer her question because at that moment I was so confused, I didn't know how I felt.

In bed Friday night, she and I were lying side by side looking at the ceiling. All I could think of was that by tomorrow night all of this would be over, but that didn't comfort me in the least because maybe our marriage would be over, too. I tried to force the thoughts out of my mind and turned to Sheila and began stroking her. Her body reacted almost violently, as if I had thrown ice water on her. Then she moved away from me.

I reached over and caressed her again. She turned to me, and there was a strange look on her face.

"I don't ..." she said and then stopped and moved toward me. She moved down by body and took my cock in her mouth. That was the start of the wildest sex we'd had since I could remember. It was wilder than any of the role playing, and we didn't say a word. We both kept going even when we were exhausted. I had the feeling she and I were thinking the same thing -- until we finished, everything was still all right and maybe, somehow we could never finish.

But we had to finish eventually, and when we did, Sheila wiped tears from her eyes, gave me a passionate kiss and then curled up on her side of the bed with her back to me.

I slept fitfully and the next morning I already felt weak and helpless, even before she put on the restraints.

Her face during breakfast was once again expressionless. My dread grew by the minute. She finished eating before me and went upstairs. I dawdled and waited for her to yell down and ask me what was holding me up.




Do You Trust Your Wife?



But she never said anything.

After a while, I slowly walked up the stairs and went into our bedroom. I saw that she had been busy.

The bedroom looked like a cyclone had hit it and sucked nearly everything out the window. All that was left was the bed, which had been stripped down to the bottom sheet and some pillows, the dresser, which didn't have anything on it anymore, and the camera. The two chairs had been removed and all the photos of the family and the colorful painting she liked had been taken off the walls.

It made me think of a prison cell, and I would soon be the prisoner. I wanted to ask her to explain why she had done this. But I didn't, maybe because I was worried about what she'd say or maybe because I wanted to speed this up, not slow it down.

When she saw me she went to the camera on the tripod and picked it up.

"I'm going to set the scene first," she said as she turned the camera on.

She walked silently around the empty room with it, aiming it everywhere, and then she stood in the middle and slowly turned 360 degrees while holding the camera in front of her. Then she turned it off.

"Now I want you to go over by the bed and take off your clothes while you're talking to me." Her voice and face still showed no emotion.

"When you are naked, I want you to get on the bed and sit in the middle until we've finished talking."

As soon as she said that she turned the camera on again, placed it on the tripod and started playing her role.

"I'm happy to be here with you today, Sheldon, because you've decided to prove that you trust me. I've been proving it to you again and again by letting you restrain me until I am helpless to prevent you from doing whatever you want to me. You haven't been willing to do the same until now. Why did you change your mind?"

There was still no emotion in her voice as she talked. I hesitated at first but then I decided that since she wanted me to surprise her, that's what I'd do.

"I've been suspecting you of cheating on me, and that made me stop trusting you," I said.

I heard her gasp, and I looked at her. For a second her frozen face had cracked. Then her mask went back on.

"So you don't trust me," she said. "Then why did you agree to let me restrain you?"

"You may be a cheating slut but you're the mother of my children. I decided it was better for the kids that we stay together."

By now I had my clothes off and was sitting with my legs crossed in the middle of the bed.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll get angry about your accusation and take out my anger on you once you're helpless?"

"Yes, but I'm doing it for the children."

"So you understand that by agreeing to let me restrain you, you are actually giving permission for everything that's about to be done to you,"

I noticed her look at a piece of paper as she spoke.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"If you didn't agree, you wouldn't agree to be restrained. I'm not threatening you in any way and the camera is going to show that you're allowing me to make you helpless. So in agreeing to be helpless you are agreeing to whatever might happen."

She was reading these words from the paper.

"I guess you could interpret it that way."

"Just once more for the record," she said, "You are agreeing to be restrained by me and by doing that you are also agreeing to everything I do to you after you are restrained. Just a yes or no answer, please."

She was looking at the paper again.

I built up the drama a little by waiting for a few seconds before I spoke.

"Yes."

"Wonderful." She put the paper down. "Now I'm going to put on the restraints."

She didn't make a big deal out of attaching the restraints on my wrists and ankles. They were already connected to the bed posts. She worked quickly and in a couple of minutes she had me stretched out so tightly that I could barely move.

She got off the bed and inspected the fastenings and then she turned to me. She had a broad smile on her face.

"Now I've got you where I want you," she said. "It's been hard to pretend that this didn't matter that much to me but now I don't have to pretend anymore."

"Pretend?" I scoffed. "You can't be serious! I know you've been dying to do this."

"I believe you," she said. "You know me too well. That's why it took so long for this to happen. You knew that once you were in my control I could finally attach a lie detector to you and prove that you were having an affair with Scarlett. I came up with this plan not long after you humiliated me, but because you can read me like a book, it took forever to finally make it happen."

"So you're admitting that all that stuff about you trusting me and letting me restrain you was a lie," I said.

"That's right. It was all part of the plan to get us to this moment. Excuse me for a moment while I get the equipment."

Her role playing sounded so realistic that when she left the room I thought for a moment she was going to return with a lie detector. But the little box with a button on top of it was no lie detector. She attached one of her long, latex exercise bands to it and wound the other end of the band around my arm and tied it. Then she sat down next to my spread-eagle body.

"Now I'm going to ask you some questions," she said. "This is a sophisticated lie detector and every time you lie, you'll hear this sound."

She pressed the button on top of the box, and a loud buzz sounded. It was a gag buzzer. She broke into laughter and I laughed, too.

Was this going to be fun after all?

"Are you ready?"

"Shoot!"

"OK, but remember that this only works if you say the first thing that comes into your mind after I ask the question. If you hesitate to think up an answer I won't need the buzzer to know you're lying. Here's the first question: Are you Sheldon Armstrong?"

"Yes."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes."

The buzzer went off.

"I guess you're lying about that," she said.

So that's how it was going to be, I thought. OK, if that's what she wanted.

"How many times did you screw Scarlett?"

"I don't know."

"That's cheating!" she said. "You have to say something that is either the truth or a lie. That answer isn't either one."

"I didn't count."

I heard her quick intake of air, but she recovered quickly. She was smiling even more broadly now.

"Okay," she said. "How long did you screw her?"

"Four and a half years."

She laughed.

"Did you ever fuck her in our bed?"

"Yes, but only once when you were visiting your parents with the kids."

That answer didn't make her pause at all.

"What was your favorite position?"

"Her on top."

"Why?"

"Because of those amazing breasts. You know what she looks like. When she rode me, those breasts were right in my face, swinging back and forth across my cheeks. I stuck out my tongue as they went by. It was heaven."

There was a pause. Sheila didn't make a sound and she was still smiling, but her smile seemed a little tighter now.

"What did you like best about her breasts?" she asked.

"Everything. They are large and firm and bouncy, and she has puffy nipples. I think what I liked best was that that when she came, her breasts got a red hue and the area around her nipples turned bright pink. Looking at the colors and the puffy nipples together always drove me wild."

There was another long pause.

"Why did you cheat on me?" she said.

She no longer sounded light and flippant. There was pain and anger in the question. I decided it was time to stop the game. I was trying to think of what to say when she repeated the question.

"I didn't cheat on you." I replied calmly.

She pressed the buzzer.

"Lie!" she yelled. "Tell me why you cheated on me."

"That's not a question that's true or false. I thought this was supposed to be fun. What happened?"

"I tricked you, Sheldon. You went along with my suggestion about answering fast. I told you I spent a lot of time preparing for this and I studied up on free association. When you don't have time to make things up it makes you stick closer to the truth. It won't be hard for me to find out what Scarlett's breasts look like."

"So you think your buzzer is a real lie detector," I said. "When we started, I accused you of lying about trusting me, and you admitted it. I thought we were both playing roles, but it turns out I was right. You don't trust me."

"I did until you screwed Scarlett."

"You knew all along that you had nothing to fear from me. You know the kind of man I am, and that I would never hurt you. Yet you think I'm the kind of man who would cheat on you.

"I'll admit something to you. I had my doubts after I saw you with Harry, but because I love you, I tried to justify your behavior so I could trust you again. I finally succeeded.

"That's also why I let you tie me up even though I knew you weren't like me. I love how passionate you get about things that are important to you, but your emotions often lead you to jump off the deep end and do things you regret later. There was a chance you might hurt me. Because I love you, I trusted you with my body. Yet you still don't trust me when I tell you I never slept with Scarlett."

She pressed the buzzer again and yelled, "Lie!"

Her eyes were gleaming.

"Are you going to answer any more questions?" she asked.

"No."

"Then I guess the lie detector test is over. But before we move on I want to settle something about trust. We've talked about this many times and I've told you plainly how I feel about cheating. You may disagree with how extreme my emotional response is but you understand it.

"So it's not a matter of you letting me restrain you and then betraying your trust. As you told me earlier, you know me so well that you realized what I was up to.

"That means I'm only doing what you knew what I would do. So this is not about me betraying your trust. It's about your mistake. You thought I would never find out about you and Scarlett. Cheating makes people stupid. You thought you would get away with it and you'd never have to pay."

"And now you're going to make me pay," I said. "And even though you just told me you tricked me I'm supposed to agree that you haven't betrayed my trust. Like when you told me that you weren't going to spring any surprises on me and would tell me everything you were going to do. So far you haven't told me a damn thing."

She was ready for that one.

"You're right." She laughed bitterly.

She was no longer hiding her feelings from me. I could see how angry she was and how excited she was at the same time. She was getting turned on.

I felt sick.

"I haven't told you what's going to happen to you," she continued, "because I didn't know until a minute ago. If you had passed the lie detector test, nothing would have happened. Now that you've flunked I will tell you what's in store for you.

"I'm glad you made me promise to tell you everything in advance because I had a great time doing this part. I spent many more hours preparing how to tell you than I will on what I'm going to do after you understand.

"But that's part of the plan. I'm going to watch you experience everything vicariously with your eyes and ears as you learn what's going to happen. And then you'll experience even more powerfully with every nerve in your body as it happens to you."

I looked at her as she stood up and faced me holding the buzzer. Her eyes were wild. For the first time I was afraid of her. She had told me she would be mild.

But what does mild mean to an insane person? 

She picked up the buzzer, turned quickly and walked out of the room. She returned a few seconds later and began taking off her clothes. She stripped to her bra and panties.

"Wait a second!" I yelled. "You promised you'd turn the camera off before we started. I trusted you would do that. Were you tricking me again?"

"Yes I was." Her laugh gave me chills. "But I didn't break your trust either. I promised you that I would turn the camera off before we started making love. And I'll keep that promise. I also promise you right now that one thing I will never do this morning is make love to you.

"Please listen to me now because even though you're not going to like what's going to happen next. There are two ways to do it and one will be harder on you than the other.

"I need you to turn over on your stomach. Those restraints I bought have all kinds of great adjustments. What I want to do is loosen your right leg now so you can almost move it freely. I want you to swing it over on top of your left leg and line it up. Then I'm going to temporarily connect your right ankle to the left bedpost with a piece of rope. Once it's secure, we'll do the same thing with your right wrist.

"It will be a little awkward and uncomfortable for a few minutes, but once your right leg and arm are attached to the opposite posts, I'll loosen your left leg and arm and move them under you to the other side and fasten them. Then you will be flipped over."

I listened to her calmly explaining what she wanted to do but I didn't respond. She waited a minute.

"Okay, are you ready?"

"I'm sorry, Sheila," I said. "Do what you want but don't expect me to go along with it. I'm not going to make it easier on you."

I heard her take three deep breaths before she spoke, and her voice made me start. She was barely controlling her excitement.

"Are you sure that's what you want to do?" she said.

I realized that my answer was what she was hoping for.

"You said there would be no surprises. If I don't cooperate, what are you going to do?"

I heard her exhaling and sighing. She was disappointed. She took a while to answer.

"Okay, Sheldon," she said. "You're right. It will be easier for me to turn you over if you don't cooperate.

"You're tied up tight now and you can't stop me from doing what I've been doing when we were role playing and you made me ride you. Only this time we won't be making love. I'm just going to bounce on your belly until you pass out. Then I can quickly unhook you, flip you over and restrain you again. It will be done in a flash and then I'll get the smelling salts that I bought and you'll be awake and ready to go. If you don't cooperate I'll do that."

"I've decided to cooperate," I said.

"Too bad. The other way would have looked better on the video. Now we're going to do this slowly and carefully because I don't want to take any chances on you getting loose yet."

"What about when I get loose later? Have you thought about that?"

"Yes. When you get loose, I'll be at my parents' house with the kids. I've told them that I have something serious to tell them and I'll explain that we're going to be separated for a while."

"So you're going to send someone over to take off the restraints," I said. "Who is it, Harry?"

"Nobody needs to come over."

She fastened my right wrist next to the left wrist. Lying on my side with my ankles and wrists tied close to each other I felt like a piece of meat skewered on a barbecue. She got up, took a step back, and looked at me, laughing her strange laugh.

"You look great like that. Before I leave the house I'll loosen the restraints enough so that once you've recovered it won't take you long to get them off."

"Once I've recovered from what?"

"Just be patient. As I promised, you're going to find out exactly what will happen long before it starts. Now let's get you turned over."

I didn't make any attempt at resistance but Sheila took no chances. She stopped often to check that everything was fastened and secure. Even with her being careful it didn't take long for me to be spread-eagle on my stomach.

"Now I need to raise you up a little, almost like you're on your hands and knees," she said.

"You mean doggy style." I snorted. "And then you're going to screw my ass."

She laughed.

"Would you like that? No, I promised you I wouldn't make love to you, not even wearing a dildo. What I want to do now is get you as comfortable as possible for a while as you find out what's in store for you. I'm going to loosen all the straps just a little bit and then push some pillows under your chest until you're high enough to see."

"See what?"

She ignored me. She didn't loosen me much. I could only move my arms and legs a few inches. But it was enough for her to use the pillows to get my upper body higher. My head high enough so that when she stood at the end of the bed I was looking straight into her sheer panties. It looked like her pubic hair was wet from excitement.

She walked out of the room again and I heard something being rolled in. I turned my head to see a small cabinet being rolled to the head of the bed. On it was a TV screen.

She positioned it so it was facing me. Then she bent down and fiddled around. When she stood up I saw she had a remote in her hand.

"This is much easier than trying to explain. I've put together a video that will show you exactly what you can expect. It's just like I promised. No surprises. I spent a lot of time on this so we could enjoy it together. You'll see that I'm not going to do anything that will cause permanent damage.

"I don't want you thinking that I thought any of this up. Everything on the video is downloaded from the Internet. You'll see that some of the video was converted from very old films so there's really nothing new. People have been doing this for a long time."

After she said this she walked out of the room and I heard another rolling sound. I turned again as the sound got closer, and I saw it was a long and narrow wooden table, almost the same height as the bed. She pushed it against the bed on my left side. It was empty.

She left the room again and returned with one of our folding chairs, which she opened next to the table. Then she went over to the dimmer and darkened the bedroom a little. There was still plenty of light to see her put the remote control on the low table as she sat in the chair. I could see she was almost jumping out of her skin in excitement.

"How did you find the time to do all this?" I asked her.

She turned to me and smiled. It was more like a grimace.

"It's funny," she said, "After I saw you and Scarlett, I was wondering how you found the time and the opportunity for your affair. With all your work obligations and our busy schedule with the kids, it seemed impossible. But then I remembered what you always say when I ask you to do something because I'm too busy -- that busy people make time for the things that are important to them."

"I always do what you ask me to do."

"I know, but sometimes I feel guilty about asking you after you say that."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean it that way."

"Apology accepted. Now let's stop talking or this is going to take all day."

She pressed a button on the remote and I saw a man on the screen who was flat on his back on a bed being held down by attachments to his wrists and ankles.

I looked over at Sheila and saw her turn her head quickly to look at the video. She had been watching me. As I watched her video I noticed from the corner of my eye that she was watching me, not the screen, unless I began to turn my head in her direction. 

I think she got her money's worth for the time she spent on the video. I couldn't control my reactions even though I tried hard. It was fascinating but it was also sick and disgusting. My stomach was soon in knots and my body was shaking. I began crying and couldn't stop. I bit my lip to keep from making a sound but sounds came out anyway. I felt I was losing control of my mind as much as I had lost control of my body.

What made it worse was knowing Sheila had spent months preparing this horrific video and how her eyes gleamed with excitement whenever I caught her watching me.

Before whenever she had gone off like a loose cannon, she had gone overboard to try to make things up to the people she hurt. But there was no way she could ever atone for the thing she was showing me on the video. This was way beyond anything I thought she was capable of. This was truly evil.




Do You Trust Your Wife?



She must have realized this, too, and that's why she had planned her escape with the children.

At a certain point something happened inside my mind as I watched. On one level, I was still reacting with fear and revulsion. My body was shaking out of control and my voice uttered unintelligible sounds of horror.

But at the same time, somewhere inside me, I created a space that was like a steel box. Inside that box I was calm and calculating. I wanted to tell her that she had misjudged me. She probably thought that because I never pursued her episode with Harry I was too much of a wimp to take revenge. But within my calm fortress I created a plan to destroy her without ever laying a finger on her.

It would start with getting a copy of the video she was making. Maybe I could get it legally when I took her to court. If not, I would try to get it secretly by hiring professionals -- maybe hackers or housebreakers. Best of all would be if I got a copy without her ever knowing it.

I would play my role and bide my time. It would be an easy divorce. There would be joint custody, and I would always speak well of her to the kids so they would grow up feeling secure in their family foundation. Sheila and I would be together at their softball games, ballet recitals and graduations.

But as soon as I felt the children were on their feet, maybe after a year of college, I would drop the bomb. Maybe they'd be home for the holidays and staying with Sheila and I'd invite them over one night. I would try to prepare them a little and tell them that I had to share something horrible with them. Then I would show them the video.

Maybe they'd still see Sheila after that. It would probably hurt her more if they did because she'd see it in their faces every time they looked at her. To them she would be a monster that made them feel dirty when they were in the same room as her. And they would never trust her alone with our grandchildren. Her devastation would be total and my vengeance would last the rest of her life.

I calmly worked all this out as I watched the video and tried to keep from throwing up. After I had settled on my plan, my thoughts went in another direction. What if I felt sorry for her after I destroyed her? What if she was happily remarried and I destroyed her marriage? Or what if she never remarried? Would I comfort her after I destroyed her? Would I pity her? Would I feel guilty for what I had done to revenge myself for the evil she was about to do?

Those thoughts made me realize how much I still loved her. It didn't make me change my mind about what I would do to her. But it made me decide to try to get her to back away from the edge of the cliff she was pulling us over.

My thoughts hadn't gotten that far when I watched the man lying on his back on the bed and a busty woman in a tight latex outfit come into view carrying scissors. She slid a towel under his ass and then bent over his crotch. The man's eyes were wide and he was probably screaming, but there was something like a rubber ball in his mouth so there wasn't much noise. He was probably acting anyway because no Internet site could get away with showing someone being forcibly castrated.

And, sure enough, the woman snipped away at the man's public hair but not his genitals. I had plenty of body hair myself but nothing like this man. She kept cutting through the hair until everything from below his belly button to below his crotch was thinned out. Then she began wiping a white cream over the parts she had cut. I saw her pull his ass up and wipe the cream all over his butt and in his crack.

The film jumped and she was now wiping the cream away, along with a lot more hair. He now looked bizarre with his hairy chest and belly but bald from his belly button to his thighs. She looked at him and pointed to a few remaining bits of stubble.

Next came hot wax spread all over the area where the cream had been and then the woman ripping the wax away as he screamed into his gag.

The woman finished and caressed the man's hairless balls and penis and smiled at the camera. The screen froze and Sheila got up. She came back in a few seconds and put some things on the low table pushed against the bed. One of them was scissors. The other two items were in boxes.

"This is the depilatory," Sheila said, pointing to one box. "And this is the wax."

She sat and pressed the button on the remote again. The next scene was a man who was in a similar position to my current state except he was draped over some kind of large cushion instead of having pillows under his chest. This resulted in him being on all fours in the doggy position. His wrist restraints were attached to a strap that went under the bed instead of being connected to bedposts. His ankles were free, but his knees had restraints around them that were attached to another strap going under the bed. The knees were much wider apart than the wrists.

The woman started by pushing some white paste into his asshole. She stuck two fingers in to push it deeper and then got more and pushed them in. After doing this for a while, she held up a long, thin dildo and inserted it into his ass. She slowly pushed it all the way in and pulled it slowly out.

She only did this a few times before lifting up another dildo, about the same length but wider. She did the same thing with the second dildo and then a third dildo that was wider than the second. All the dildos she used were rubbery, not hard but firm. After she got the fourth dildo going in and out she picked up the second dildo again and began pushing it in next to the fourth one. The man had begun making loud grunting noises. It didn't sound like he was enjoying what she was doing, but he could have been acting.

When she took out the fourth and second dildos, she lifted up a long, thick dildo, much bigger than the previous two combined. There was no way that was going in there, I thought. But it did, and the man's voice got higher and louder as the woman pushed it all the way in. When she pulled the dildo, there was a huge gaping hole. The woman waited while the hole slowly closed up. The she got more of the white stuff and began pushing it in again.

She didn't pick up another dildo. Instead, she pulled on latex gloves and pushed three fingers into the man, then four, then five, and finally her whole hand. He was really reacting loudly by this time. She managed to push her arm in almost to the elbow. Then she began with the fingers of the second hand.

Eventually she had both hands in him, and he was groaning and panting and his body was shaking. But worse than that was after she pulled both hands out. She balled up her hands into fists and began pushing one into his ass, pulling it out and then pushing the other one in. She went back and forth, increasing her speed, and the man sounded terrible. It looked like he was trying to move his ass to avoid her fists but she just followed it and punched them in anyway.

When she finally stopped I heard the man sobbing. I never saw his face. Maybe it was all an act.

The video stopped. Sheila got up and left. She brought back some bright pink latex gloves and two boxes that she placed on the table next to the scissors and the other boxes. She pointed to the new boxes.

"That one's the lube and this one is the enema," she said. "I skipped the videos showing men getting enemas but I'll make sure you're clean before we start. And I'm not going to do everything that woman did. I'll be careful not to tear anything and, for sure, I won't be punching you."

"Thanks."

"You're welcome," she said. "We're almost done."

She pressed the remote button.

It was a different man and woman but the man was almost in the same position, wrapped over a big cushion. This time his hands were in front of him and bound together. They were connected to a rope that pulled them in front of him tightly. He couldn't move them but the rest of his naked body was free.

The woman was standing beside the bed. She reached out a hand and began rubbing it over his ass. It looked like she was gently stroking it. I thought of Scarlett stroking my sleeve and I jumped.

I hadn't noticed Sheila getting up. She was standing next to the thin table and she had reached over the table with her hand and was stroking my butt the same way as the woman in the video. She continued to stroke me, rubbing me gently in circles from my waist to my thighs. With her other hand she pressed the pause button.

"This is my favorite," she said. "I saw your ass there and I just couldn't resist."

She stopped rubbing me and sat down and started the video again.

After a minute the woman stopped rubbing and walked to a corner of the room where she leaned over a wooden box and grabbed something and pulled it out. Sheila stopped the video.

"She's got a crop made out of spring steel," Sheila said. "It's as thin as wire. They make those swords they use in the movies out of it because of the sound. Not only does it move like lightning because it's so light and easy to swing, but also because it's so flexible it snaps like a whip at the same time. It tremendously multiplies the power of the crop as it lands on the body and creates a sound that's almost hypnotic.

"Rather than bruise the body it cuts into it like a razor blade and creates huge purple welts. If it hits in the same place several times it usually breaks the skin open and makes it bleed. The pain goes away after a few weeks but the scars last for months.

"See the short bit of nylon twine at the end of the crop. That's called the popper." She started the video again but paused it a minute later. "There. Now you see the popper close up. It's only a couple of inches and looks so innocent, but wait until you see what it does to the man's butt."

There was excitement in her voice. She was bubbling over with happiness. She laughed her normal, cute laugh. She was reacting the way she always did when she made a discovery that delighted her and she wanted the whole world to be as enthusiastic about it as she was.

She was trying to get me to appreciate this whip thing that she thought was awesome.

She looked at me eagerly and I could feel her disappointment when I didn't respond. I could almost see her mind working as she realized why I didn't share her feelings. Her voice became more controlled again and the strange smile replaced the genuine smile.

I could barely control my nausea at that point because I was thinking about what she had turned into in the last few months. She was like a child with a new toy but it was a toy to destroy a man. Like the man I was watching. His butt was being shredded on the screen by the woman wielding the crop.

When the segment ended with a close-up of the man's bleeding butt she paused the video again and left the room. She walked back slowly and I could hear the sounds of the crop as she swung it up and down. She stroked it like it was a pet, put it down on the table almost reluctantly, and turned to me.

"I won't stop the video again until this last part is over," she said. "It's similar to the previous one but this time it's a young woman. Just like the man she starts out bravely, trying to absorb the strokes with a firm jaw and a fierce look. But by the end they are both screaming basket cases.

"When I was watching the young girl it reminded me that once I got rid of all the hair on your ass, you would look more like her than the man. Your soft white skin is going to show the stripes the same way as hers and eventually turn into purple and deep red mixed with the bright red blood where crop cuts you open."

She sounded like she was talking about a painting. By this time I was already accepting her new personality and was focusing on my plan to destroy her. I think she was disconcerted at my lack of reaction to the devastation the girl and man were suffering in the video.

My mind was racing into the future and my plan to make our children despise her.

Then my thoughts took that final twist and as the video ended I was thinking about how I could give her a chance to escape my revenge before it was too late. I had not a clue as to what to do. All I could think of was to play for time until something came to me.

"Now you know everything," she said. "It won't be exactly the same but nothing is going to happen that you didn't see in the videos. And before it starts I'm going to connect the TV to the camera. So even though you are facing away from the action you'll be able to see everything as you feel it."

"Thank you," I said.

She laughed. She seemed like she was still basking in the glow of her video. I decided to start with that.

"I had no idea how talented you were, Sheila. That was some video. I saw you watching me most of the time. It worked on me just like you thought it would. I bet that after this is over, you'll remember making the video and watching my reaction as the best part."

"You're probably right," she said with a sigh.

She didn't seem in any hurry to flip me over again and start with the scissors and wax.

"You're also a talented actress," I said. "You deserve some kind of award for how you convinced me you were happier than you had ever been. You seemed to love me more than ever."

"I do."

"I wish I could press the buzzer on your lie detector."

"It's true," said Sheila. "I didn't love you that much after the party or for the next few days. But then I came up with my plan and my feelings of humiliation and anger began to subside. At first I was numb. But after a while I found myself warming up to you and even wanting to have sex.

"I never would have believed what happened next. The more I worked on my plan, the happier I became. Even when it was finished, I continued to I always liked doing special things for you but now when I found a way to please you I was ecstatic. When I wasn't working on this all I cared about was making you happy.

"There were sad moments, too, but never when you were around. Sometimes when I was alone with the kids, I would cry because I knew this wonderful happiness I was sharing with you would end once I carried out my plan. There were times when I thought of giving up my plan, but I realized that if I did, the happiness and love I was feeling would turn to anger and resentment again.

"I realized how you must have felt about cheating with Scarlett. You must have had similar feelings of guilt and fear that I would find out what you were up to. I can imagine that this made you love me and the children more than ever. You knew if you got caught it would be disastrous to our family. And that made the sex with Scarlett more intense and exciting.

"In the end, the most excitement was probably not the sex with her but anticipating and planning your times together -- just like the most exciting thing for me was planning this morning."

As she spoke I was listening intently for an opening. When she finished I thought for a moment. Then took the leap.

"So you were cheating on me all this time."

She looked at me quizzically.

"What are you talking about?"

"What you just said," I said. "That's how you described it: the highs, the lows, the guilt, the fear, the pleasure, the anticipation..."

"Are you trying some tricks to get me to free you? There's no way that I'm going to do that. I've worked too hard not to see this through to the end."

I took a different tack.

"You just admitted that nothing is going to top the experience of making the video and watching me react to it. Isn't that enough for you?"

She didn't answer right away. I saw her pondering my question. She was taking it seriously. Even though her answer was in the negative, that pause lifted my hopes and gave me the confidence to keep pushing on.

Back to Plan A.

"Are you in a hurry or do you want to hear me prove you've been having an affair?" I asked.

"I've got all day." I remembered her saying earlier that she didn't want to take all day.

"You're not going anywhere. So go ahead and have your fun."

"Remember what you told me when I asked you how you found the time to put together that video?" I asked her. "The same answer applies to how you got all your lotions and torture tools together and how you worked out the setup in our bedroom and the television and the camera and the table and the restraints."

"There's more that you don't know about," she said.

"Like what?"

"Watch." 

Sheila pressed the button.

The image of the girl's butt bleeding from her caning came up for a second and then the hand of the woman who had caned her began gently stroking it in a circle and saying soothing things in a foreign language. The screen went black for a few seconds, and then it was filled with a face.

"Hello, Sheldon!"

The camera slowly backed away from the face until I could see it was the face of a good looking woman. The camera kept backing away and I finally saw her whole body. She was dressed like one of the women in the videos: tight Spandex and high heels. She smiled and began talking.

"My name is Madame Corinna and if you're watching this you might be really feeling awful. You'll soon feel better. I've been advising Sheila and she's not going to do anything to you that won't clear up soon. In a month or so it will only be a painful memory. Or maybe she decided to show this to you before she gets started.

"I'm a professional who doesn't live in your city, so don't bother trying to find me unless you want to spend a lot of time and money and then get slapped with a restraining order anyway. Sheila wanted me to explain a few things to you before she destroys this demonstration video.

"She's already gotten rid of all the videos she made when you tied her up. If you ever took her to court they could hurt her case. You're just too nice a guy.

"The video she's making today she'll keep but I'm going to edit it. Then she'll destroy the originals. She'll give you a copy but I don't think you'll try to use it because of some precautions we took.

"Before I left town she and I made a video together in your bedroom. She took everything out of the room so it looked just like it looks today. Then I did a solo act for her camera. Everything was planned out in detail. The words I spoke were the script she was reading earlier.

"When I finish with the editing, you will still be the star of the video. But Sheila won't be your costar anymore. It will be me. Your responses will be the same but it will look like you're talking to me, not Sheila. You'll be telling me that you're agreeing to anything I want to do to you. I'll be wearing the same thing I'm wearing now.

"Maybe the police or the prosecutor will be suspicious of the video when you tell them what really happened but they'll never find the original. It will be destroyed. So all they will have to show the jury is the edited video that looks a lot like a dominatrix and her customer. I'm sure it will give the jury reasonable doubts if they ever see it. But I don't think the prosecutor will even take the case to trial.

"I don't wish anything bad on you. Heck, I don't even know you. Sheila thinks you might want to waste a lot of money on divorce lawyers and even private investigators. She hopes my talking to you will save you the money and aggravation."

The screen went blank. I turned to Sheila.

"You are an amazing woman." I didn't have to fake my admiration.

"You plotted every detail and put it all together perfectly. Everything you said to me in bed and everything you did was all aimed at getting me where I am right now.

"How would I ever guess that to get your revenge, you would do anything to make me happy? You became the perfect loving wife and mother and made me the happiest man on Earth.

"You also became more enthusiastic about sex than ever. And that led to trying new things, which led to role playing, which resulted in me tying you up. And that led to this morning. Every step was perfectly planned so you could one day degrade and devastate your husband. I could never have imagined anything like it."




Do You Trust Your Wife?



She didn't say anything. I continued.

"What I admire most is your patience. Once you finished your preparations, you must have been dying to get me helpless. But you couldn't do anything before I allowed you to. It must have been incredibly frustrating but you never showed what you were feeling. I don't have that kind of patience."

Press the buzzer, I thought to myself. I just told a lie. You're going to find out how patient I can be. Even if I can't get the original video, I'll show the kids the fake video and tell them to ask you about it. They'll see the truth in your eyes. You're going down -- unless I can find a way to save you and me this morning.

"Thank you, Sheldon," she said. "I was incredibly discouraged when you tied me up time after time and never took my hint that you should let me do the same to you. I was ready to scream until I found a strange way to keep myself motivated."

"What was it?"

"I was going to show it to you but I decided not to. It might make you angry."

Are you on another planet? I wondered. How could I get any more angry? But I say that. Instead, I said, "I promise I won't get upset. You've got me curious."

"Okay. I did this when I was working hard on getting you to the next step but you were oblivious. I couldn't come up with a way to do it. You know, I never did."

"What are you talking about? Look at where I am."

"You found the way for me. I ran out of ideas and then you said you were getting tired of tying me up. That was the opening I had been waiting for. I knew at once I could twist it until it led to you trusting me this morning.

"Anyway, this was before you did that. I had everything ready but you weren't cooperating. So I was getting frustrated, and that's when I made this."

She pressed the button. I squinted at the TV. I heard a soft sound but I couldn't see anything. It looked black.

"Wait!" said Sheila and pressed the pause.

She went over to the light switch and turned off the dimmer almost all the way down. The heavy blinds were already blocking the sun from coming in the windows, and the room was now so dark that I couldn't make out the expression on her face. She started the video again and this time I could make out a body lying on a bed in a dark room. The body moved a little and I could hear it breathing.

I realized it was asleep at the same moment I realized it was me.

Then another body came into the picture. It was a woman and she was naked. I couldn't see her face but it must have been Sheila. She walked around the bed looking at me. Several times she leaned over me and touched my face, my back, my ass, everywhere. I never reacted.

Then she went out of the picture and came back close to the camera holding something in front of her. I squinted and saw it was her restraints. She went back to the bed with the restraints and methodically attached them to my wrists and ankles. She loosened the settings and attached them to the bedposts.

The only trouble she had was with my right arm. She had to pull it about a foot to get the belt close enough to attach to the bed. She did it in short, slow pulls of a few inches at a time. I never moved.

When everything was finished she jumped up and down lightly next to the bed. I could hear her feet landing on the rug. Then she came and stuck her head in front of the camera and smiled a big smile and stuck out her tongue.

The video ended.

"What was that all about?" I asked.

"That was a rehearsal for something I thought about when I was waiting for you to come around," she said. "I got to thinking that you might never trust me and this morning would never happen. I began wondering if I could make it happen without your trust. So I tried it out one night when you were sleeping and you saw what happened. You were helpless."

"Then why didn't you do it?"

"I showed that video to Madame Corinna and she almost bit my head off. She asked me how many years I'd like to spend in jail. But by the time I showed it to her I already knew I wouldn't touch you without your permission. Just watching the video and knowing I could do that gave me the patience to wait."

She sat in her chair and looked over her weapons of destruction at me but still made no move to begin using them. Something told me she was having second thoughts.

"You don't need to do this, Sheila."

"It's too late to stop now," she said quietly.

"You're wrong. You haven't done anything yet that we can't work out. But if you go any further you will regret it. I'm not saying anything that you don't already know. But you're talking yourself into a big mistake."

"You're the one who made a mistake by betraying my trust. I'm responding the way you knew I'd respond. I'm not doing anything different than I've always done."

"That's your mistake," I said. "You keep saying you're just being you -- as if that excuses you from destroying our marriage and hurting our children. Here's what I'm thinking:

"Up to now you haven't laid a finger on me. You were ready to subdue me to flip me over but I cooperated. So nothing has happened except for me watching some sickening videos.

"To me, that means all possibilities are still open. I'm not saying that what you've done today will be forgotten. It could still mean the end of our marriage. But if you stop now, there's a chance we'll find a way through this.

"It will probably take counseling, and it won't be easy, but maybe we'll think of the kids and that will be enough motivation. I can't promise you anything and you can't promise me. But there's a chance. If you go ahead with your plan now, there's no chance. I can tell you don't even want to do it anymore."

"If you know so much, then tell me what I want to do," she said.

Her voice gave her away. She was having second thoughts and was desperate to find a way out.

"I don't think I can do that," I said. "But I can tell you what you need to do. You need to trust me."

"How can I do that after what you did?"

"Listen to me. It was hard for me to trust you after I saw you with Harry, but I worked out a way to do it. It's not hard. Ask yourself what good you're going to get out of thinking that I had an affair with Scarlett. How is that going to benefit you and the kids?

"Now ask yourself what would happen if you trust that I never did anything with her. What harm would it do if you did that? What are all the negative things that would come out of that for you and the kids? Would it make our marriage better or worse for you to trust me? Would it make the children happier now and in the future, or would it be bad for them? What pays off more for you: trust or distrust?

"You can start trusting me this morning and keep on doing it from now on because I'll help you. And each time you look at our kids it will reinforce the fact that you did the right thing for them."

Sheila sat quietly for a while. She slowly got out of her chair and stood by the table facing me. She picked up the dressage whip, gripping the handle, and stroking the thin wire with her other hand.

Then she put it back on the table and began pushing the table slowly out of the room. A minute later she came back and disconnected the TV, pushing the stand out of the room. She didn't come back for a while. When she did she was dressed and holding her car keys.

"I've got to go out for a while," she said. "I'll be back soon."

"Aren't you going to free me?"

"I have to think about that some more. I'll tell you when I get back."

"What if I have to go to the bathroom? What if you get into a fender bender?"

This time her laughter was natural and unrestrained. It was the laugh that I knew, the laugh that I loved.

"I'm sorry. I wasn't thinking. I'll give you an enema before I go." She laughed again.

"Okay, I'll try to control myself."

"I told you I won't be long."

She rushed from the room. I heard the car door slam, and then it was silent for about twenty minutes before I heard it slam again.

"Are you sanitary?" she said as she walked into the bedroom and raised the blinds. "Can I trust you not to hurt me when I take the restraints off?"

"Yes and yes, but it's getting urgent, so please hurry."

Before I left the bathroom, I splashed cold water on my face over and over and let it run down into the sink while I stared at myself in the mirror wondering what I was going to do. When I returned from the bathroom, she was sitting on the bed looking at the floor. I sat down in the chair where she had been sitting. I watched her for a while.

"Where did you go?"

"I'm sorry, Sheldon. I got rid of all the, uh, props."

"Why are you sorry?"

"Because I'm not telling you where they are," she said.

"So you still don't trust me?" I said.

"You're wrong. You wouldn't be sitting there if I didn't decide to trust you. But I remembered something my dad told me long ago: Trust but verify."

"So that means that if you ever find out that I'm having an affair, you'll get your equipment out of hiding. Then one night when I'm sound asleep, you'll..."

"Stop! We're not talking about that anymore. I'm trusting you from now on even though you lied to me a while ago. I don't care because it worked. It got me thinking, and I'm glad it did. But right now I'm scared, I'm scared about us."

"What did I lie about?" I asked.

"About how my planning this was just like having an affair," she said. "You don't believe that. We think the same way when it comes to stuff like phone sex and sexting and cybersex and this and that. That's not cheating. It might be wrong, but real cheating is physical. People who say it's all the same are just stupid. I know you don't believe that."

"You're too smart for me to fool you for long," I said. "You're right. I was clutching at straws to find a way to stop you.

"I know," she said.

I could tell by her tone of voice that it was starting -- the remorse. She was beginning to realize what she almost did. The next few weeks would be hell for her no matter what I said. She would be punishing herself mentally much worse than I could hurt her by anything I said or did. The only question in my mind was, would that be enough for me? I would be pondering the answer to that question and torturing myself, too.

We were going to be two miserable people, and that would make the kids unhappy, too. It wasn't going to be fun living in our house. Suddenly, I did something out of character. I decided that I didn't need to think this out. I already knew the answer to the question in my mind. I couldn't do anything about Sheila, but at least I could make sure the kids didn't suffer too much.

"By the way," I said, "now that you trust me, I'm going to set up a lunch date with Scarlett -- I mean you and Scarlett. And she'll explain what she was doing that night. And if you want to hire an investigator to talk to everyone at the office and everyone I know or Scarlett knows..."

"Or knew," she said. "He's got to go back at least three years."

"I told you four and a half years, and the lie detector didn't buzz."

"Did you think I forgot that she had just moved to town three years ago when you hired her?"

Sheila laughed, then asked, "Do you think Scarlett will take off her bra for me when we have lunch?"

"Ask her."

"What if her breasts are exactly as you described them?"

"It would be an amazing coincidence," I said. "Would you stop trusting me if they are?"

"What if you described them and just changed one thing?"

"Or what if only two things were different?"

We looked at each other and laughed. Then something occurred to me, and I began laughing hard and holding my sides. She watched me for a while. I couldn't stop.

"What?" she finally yelled. "Tell me!"

I gasped for air before I could answer. "I realized that for you to find out the truth, you'd have to see how Scarlett looks right after she has an orgasm. That would be hard to do in the ladies room at the restaurant.

"You'd have to bring her here, and then I could watch you giving her an orgasm. I'm picturing how you'll do it right on this bed, and how watching the two of you will also make me come. Then the only one left in the room without an orgasm would be you.

"You know how loyal Scarlett is to both of us. If you asked her, maybe she would agree to a threesome, and we could both get you off." I started laughing again.

"In your dreams, you bastard!" Sheila shouted. Then she spoke seriously.

"Since you trust me, you can use your detective to talk to Harry and his friends. I've spoken to him a couple of times since that night. I took advantage of him. He was too drunk to resist when I persuaded him to put on the floor show for you and the others. He's been scared of you ever since and keeps waiting for you to try to stick it to him at the office. I told him my husband wouldn't hurt a fly."

"That's what you think." I told her about my plan for revenge on her.

"I thought of that," she said. "But I knew you would never do it."

"You're wrong," I said. "I would have done it even though I love you."

"No you wouldn't have and I'll tell you why. It's the same reason you never brought up the night of the party until I had you in restraints. You think too much!

"You'd be thinking about your plan for years, long enough to realize that it wouldn't just destroy me, it would also devastate the kids to know what their mother did. You love them too much to hurt them like that."

She got off the bed and took a step toward me and took my hand. She pulled me out of the chair and put her arms around me. I put my arms around her.

But then she jerked her head around and looked over by the bed. She pushed me away from her.

"Stop! I've got to do something."

"Did you forget to hide some of your equipment? I can wait while you hide it in case you ever need it."

She laughed while she stepped to the camera on the tripod.

"Watch me. I want to make sure you see that I'm turning it off."

"Why?"

She didn't answer. In a second she was facing me again and her arms were around me pulling me hard against her. Her face slammed into my chest so hard that I thought for a second she might have broken some ribs. I felt her body shaking.

Then I heard her crying. I slowly put my arms around her.

We stood like that for a long time. The only sound was our breathing and her crying, except for a couple of times when she said one word.

"Tighter."

I was already holding her tight so it was hard to obey her. But I tried.

After a while, she lifted her head off my chest. I started to loosen my grip on her.

"No! Keep holding me! I'm just answering your question. I turned off the camera because I don't want you accusing me of breaking my promise. I promised you I wouldn't record us making love. Some people might interpret this as love."