This story is part truth, part fantasy

For several years my wife, Jess, and I would get into swinging occasionally. I never quite figured out what her problem was. She would suddenly tell me that she was done, no more swinging. Sometimes telling me she wanted a divorce, other times she would just say she was done fucking me and I would have to get sex elsewhere. I'm still not sure if it was guilt or jealousy, maybe thinking I was cheating on her. The entire time I was faithful to her except for chatting with women online occasionally when I felt lonely.

Each time we stopped swinging I would tell her I was fine with that and I didn't need other people to have fun and I would resign myself to the fact that our swinging days were done. Then awhile later she'd tell me that she'd changed her mind and say she wanted to try it again.

Each time I knew it was a bad idea to say yes, but being the sex addict I was, I couldn't resist the temptation of allowing others into our sex lives. And, She was always the one to initiate it and each time I said yes, (which was every time) she made me regret it.

The strange thing was, she had always stated that she couldn't stand to see me fuck anyone else, so I didn't. We played with men in threesomes, we played with other couples and I only did what she allowed me to do, which was to occasionally kiss another girl.

And as always happened she would go back into her shell, stop talking to me for awhile, then later accuse me of cheating on her.

At one point she went into a deep depression. She began to tell me, sometimes daily, how much she hated my guts and she couldn't wait for me to get her name off of the mortgage so she could divorce me... we didn't have sex for three years during that time.

I loved her deeply and had always felt that we were meant to be together, but resigned myself to the fact that we were done. The heartache was more than I could stand and I began chatting online with others more often. I would stay late at work and chat rather than go home and deal with her, which didn't help matters and only instilled her belief that I was cheating.

She would tell me that I was a lying, cheating, whore. So, I decided that if I was being accused of cheating, I might as well become a cheater.

I created profiles on several swinger / sex sites, but finding anyone who was truly serious about hooking up proved to be extremely frustrating.

Finally one day I overheard two women I worked with talking about their husbands. Lacey was telling the other girl that her husband had been working out of state and that she had found out he was cheating and divorce was imminent. She hadn't had sex for so long that she couldn't remember what it was like. They both knew me well and knew I was listening, but made no attempt to hide the conversation. The short of it was that I began an affair with Lacey that lasted several months. (Those details will be another story)

In the past Jess had fucked me several times with a strap-on, and I had secretly wondered what a real cock would feel like. as time went by I became increasingly interested in going Bisexual. I started chatting on one of the sites with a bisexual couple. She was very dominant and they wanted badly to meet up with me and add me to their play.

Shortly after that ended Jess seemed to snap out of her depression. She told me that she really didn't want a divorce and she was tired of hating me and having no friends. She wanted sex with me again and
she was even willing to swing again if I liked.

Sex addict that I am, I told her that I might be willing to do that again, but that I felt that I did not want to just be a sideline any more and that I deserved to fuck others as well if she was going to, especially after enduring her verbal abuse for so long. She said she'd think about it.

She wanted to know if I had cheated, She said she knew that I had at least been talking to someone if I hadn't cheated. I wanted to tell her the truth and told her so, but decided against telling her the whole truth.

I told her that I had talked with some people on-line and had almost decided to start fucking others, but hadn't gone that far yet. I told her that three years without sex had really messed with my mind and I was considering turning Bi.

To my surprise, she seemed extremely receptive to the idea of me turning bisexual, which excited me and I felt a huge relief at "coming out" to my wife. I even let her read the text messages that the male from the bi couple and I had sent back and forth.

She told me that she was interested in being dominated and I told her that I would be willing to switch roles with her if she would dominate me also.

We decided to go shopping for some sex toys together. We bought a couple of dildo's and some basic bondage equipment, but she said she just wanted it to be us for now and we would work into adding others later if we wanted.

I was fine with that.

She began wanting to sext with me while I was at work. She had never done that before. She would send me naughty pics of herself and I would return the favor. I would tell her about my bi fantasies and she began to tell me the dreams she'd been having about fucking other people. One story in particular was about stopping at a bar on her way home from work, which was filled with men and getting gangbanged by them on the pool table. Right then I began planning on making that fantasy come true for her.

Wanting to be as transparent as I could for her, I told her everything except that I had actually fucked someone else. I began to feel good about the fact that I was being honest with her and I was having fun sharing fantasies with her.

One day she told me that she had thought about everything and she didn't want me to go Bisexual. I was a bit disappointed but I was ok with that because this was the woman I loved more than anything.

We had a weekend alone coming up without kids and she was going to Dominate me. I was so fucking excited! I could hardly wait!

On Friday night we were finally alone. We began drinking wine and shots of tequila. We both donned collars and I wore one of my favorite cock rings. Her favorite riding crop and a cat-o-nine-tails that we had bought were placed on the bed for her. She began to get more dominant and demanding than she had ever been before and it excited me!

She ordered me to stand on the bed with my hands against the ceiling. She opened the drapes and blinds to let some cool air in. I knew that if anyone walked by on the sidewalk they might hear us and sneak up outside where they could easily spy without out knowledge. That fact served to excite me even more. (I may write a short story with the details on that later.)

As the night turned out she got extremely offensive with the things she said to me and I could tell she was no longer "in play", she was serious and it ended badly.

Soon after she wanted a divorce again and she began telling me that I was sick for wanting to fuck and get fucked by men. She was going to tell everyone and ruin my life.

I began in earnest to find someone to cheat with. I was done! I couldn't do this any more! Fuck her!

A few weeks later I logged onto a site that I hadn't been on for almost a year. I had a message waiting and it had only been there for about 4 days. It said,"Kitty wants to fuck". I was sure it was one of those fakes wanting me to join a website, but I decided to reply instead.

It turned out that Kitty was real. We began sending messages back and forth. She is submissive and was looking for a Master to dominate her. She was experienced and had moved here two years prior and had very few friends and no friends in the lifestyle. She was married also and promised she could be discrete.

We soon met and it was a hot affair. I had never been rough with a woman or treated one like she wanted me to so I had to learn what she wanted. She loved to be degraded and called dirty names. Whore, Slut, Fuckhole. She love for me to tell her that she was only good for one thing, using as a cumdumpster. As strange as this was for me, I enjoyed it, I think because she did. She love it all. I made her gag on my cock, I fucked her ass roughly, I fucked her ass to mouth. I whipped her with her own whips and she asked for more. She was a sex addicts dream!

One day I took Kitty out of her comfort zone and made her fuck me with her strap-on. When her hips got tired I pushed my ass back onto her rubber cock and began yelling "Fuck me you stud! Fuck my ass!" She loved it, but still preferred the sub role.

When we fucked we both would wear our wedding rings, there was nothing to hide between us. I guess it was partially from my anger about Jess's treatment of me, but I got such a turn-on when I shoved my finger and wedding ring into Kitty's cunt or asshole! I quickly became addicted to cheating. I had never wanted to be a true cheater, I really would have rather had Jess involved, but it seemed that was no longer possible.

Eventually her husband came back to town and we had to cool it for awhile.

I still knew that I was a switch and I wanted so bad to find a Domme to use and abuse me. That's when I began to chat with Mistress Donna.

I was upfront and honest with her. I told her that I was married and I understood if she wasn't interested. She told me that she normally did not take on married slaves but she would allow me to continue online with her and we might meet in person if I earned it. She advised that this would take strict submission if I was to have any chance of serving her in person.

I was definitely in for more than I expected.

To be continued...................