**Edited Dec 27, 2014: I've decided to just be myself and not hide behind a fictional character. I'm taking my name back. She'll come back under another name, I'm sure, because her story is rather interesting.**
When I first married I thought I was just kinky in the bedroom. I thought -- and he probably did, too -- that I'd be content with being tied up every once in a while. For a long time, I was. It wasn't until I offered to pamper him for a weekend that I realized I wanted something he didn't.
I thought it'd be fun. I'd wake him up with a blow job, make him toast and fruit and coffee to eat in bed, maybe feed him little bites at a time in-between nuzzling at his ear. Bring him the newspaper and he'd read it while I gave him a foot massage. Then it'd be up to him. Whatever he wanted, I'd do. But if he didn't have enough ideas to fill a weekend, I had a few to keep it fun.
It was fun. It was a good two days. As we were falling asleep in a post-orgasmic haze, I was thinking, "I wish I could do this every day. I wish I could serve him all the time." Just before he started snoring he said, "That was fun pretending, but I'm looking forward to having my wife back tomorrow."
It took me a long time to fall asleep that night. It took another two years before he filed for divorce.
Warmly,
Ms Myrrh
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