THINKING I CAN HAVE MY CAKE AND EAT IT
Suddenly I became aware of a series of 'click' sounds as a solid ring of cold steel closed in around my left wrist, fully surrounding it. Before I could react at all, the arm that said wrist was part of was pulled outwards and another series of clicks announced that the other steel cuff of the pair had been fastened to the outer bedpost. I was now inescapably fastened to my female partner's bed. Changing the dynamics of the situation completely. Although in no way a final form, I now belonged to this bed, and by default therefore, to a large extent to its owner.
With myself still within a state of shock, said owner quickly produced another set of steel handcuffs, and before long had also encircled my other wrist, snapping the bracelet into a shut state, again before I could react in time to stop her. I did manage some resistance as she moved that other cuff of the set towards the opposite bedpost, but with her having use of both of her arms as against my use of only one, it was by now a very much uneven contest. With the evitable result being that clicking sound again as my adversary turned into my captor now, as she fastened the open cuff around the post, thus signifying my complete state of imprisonment to her bed, and so to her.
"That's better, now we are going to talk. Actually, it's more of a case of I'm going to talk and you're going to listen, after all you are in no position to argue. But you can start by explaining just why to forgot to inform me that you're, in reality, a married man?"
Thing is she was totally right; it was completely correct that I did exist within the state of legal matrimony, and it was something I hadn't previously confided in her. This being my third sexual liaison with Annette, with me thinking could keep control of the situation, whereas, of course, in the long run I couldn't. I was a classic class of me thinking I can have my cake and eat it too, whereas I should have known that was an impossible pipedream. With Annette appearing to now 'hold all of the aces,' I began to reflect how I'd been so stupid as to place myself at entirely her mercy? And just what would she do now that she had me just where she wanted me?
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I had married Sylvia about five years ago now, and at first, she appeared to be the answer to all of my prayers. Most importantly she was lively in bed, yes, our sex life was close to idyllic, she was basically matching my passionate desires assuredly. However, as is often the case I understand, this truly fantastic state of affairs came to end as soon as our daughter, Marcia, arrived on the scene. They say that when a wife becomes a wife AND a mother, that her priority shifts from her husband onto her child, and this certainly became the case within our union. All of a sudden Sylvia seemed to have no time for my interests and the very few times that any bedroom action did occur, Sylvia appeared to be just 'going through the motions.' Whereas before Marcia's appearance it was very much a case of shagging a very passionate woman, who was a fully willing participant in our bedroom games, now it just gave the feeling that I was shagging a 'sack of spuds' with Sylvia very much wishing she was somewhere else.
At first, I simply tolerated this situation, possibly it was just a temporary state, after all Sylvia had just become a parent, and I supposed it was quite natural for her to devote much of her energy in Marcia's direction, we are taking about a defenceless infant. And it wasn't just her mother who loved her, I too had very strong feelings that way and was determined to be a good father. Which is still the case now, and it's fair to say that I've not fallen out of love with Sylvia, I've NO plans to leave her, for instance. But the longer it went on, the more the lack of 'proper' bedroom action began to grate upon me.
And in my defence, I never intentionally went looking for an extra-marital affair. Like I say, I do still love Sylvia, not mention little Marcia of course, and I would never want to deliberately hurt them in any way, shape or form.
Instead, I really threw myself into my work putting extra hours and effort that did not go unnoticed by the 'powers that be.' Earning myself a promotion, for which the increase in salary delighted Sylvia, but it also included an increase in duties away from the office itself, I began to spend more time staying away from home, which was barely noticed by my wife. And it was a direct result of these absences that I became acquainted with the gorgeous Annette.
Fiercely independent and single, but because she was a young widow in fact, she was the sole owner of a very successful restaurant, that she'd set up with her late husband. With him taking care of the cooking matters, he was a fully qualified and excellent chef. While she looked after the 'business' side of things, with abilities in that respect fully matching his perfection within the kitchen, they made a good fist of things, the business doing very well, thank you.
But as she had discovered upon the event of his death, his role was a damn sight easier to fill than hers, especially as his demise at such a young age, and not being due to any error on his own part meant a very substantial payout in compensation for her. Enough to completely redeem the mortgage upon the property of the business and that of her home, although she had downsized in that regard, selling a large three bedroomed house for a smaller two bedroomed one. And in addition to that her new home was within easy walking distance to the restaurant, whereas the one she had shared with her late husband required them to drive to work, reducing her living expenses even more. Thus, this very astute woman, continued her life very much debt free, both in a business and personal sense.
Now it was a bizarre series of co-incidences that led to that first meeting. The normal hotel I utilised when visiting a regular client was fully booked, meaning I had to find an alternative location in which to lay my head. In the end I was forced to book a room within one very close to her restaurant, one I had always avoided in the past, precisely because it didn't have its own eating facility. So, I had to find somewhere else to eat my evening meal, and I'm sure that you can all work out for yourselves, just where I'd ended up that night.
From the purely food point of view, it was an excellent choice. The new chef that she hired to replace her late husband proved to be every bit as skilled in the kitchen as he had been, if not even better. The meal I was presented with was totally superb, cooked to absolute perfection. But the co-incidences that led to my betrayal of my marriage vows didn't end just there.
Firstly, it was just before the time when new orders were not taken any more when I had entered Annette's establishment. Because the meeting with our had well and truly overrun, but there were some very welcome compensations. We had been successful in reaching a deal, an agreement that was totally beneficial to both sides, an ideal position. And as a direct result of this agreement, that meant didn't have to report on the 'morrow, ok this was now going to be a long night, but I didn't have to worry about getting up early come the next morning. Therefore, I was in a very good mood, feeling relaxed despite the late hour.
