Sara and Michael had a quiet and serene marriage for the past 3 years. Michael was a lawyer in a corporate law firm and Sara was a librarian. They spent holidays at their family's houses. They went on vacations twice a year. They owned a nice house in a suburb of New York City.
Sara went out with her friends, Missy and Claire. Claire was married to a doctor and liked to go to parties. When Sara and Claire were in college together, Claire was a slut and loved to admit that to anyone who asked. Missy was in love since high school and had three children and 12 years of marriage before her 30th birthday. The ladies ordered drinks and by the 3rd round, Claire asked, "Has anyone else experienced a slump in the bedroom department. Derek has barely enough energy to kiss me when he gets home from the hospital. I'm thinking of taking a lover." She was matter of fact about her decision and Sara's eyebrow shot upwards.
Missy just groaned and said, "Claire, with marriage comes times when sex just isn't a priority. Wait until you have children and a mortgage. Sex is a privilege, something for special occasions."
Sara's cheeks grew red when they both looked at her. She sipped her Cosmopolitan and shrugged her shoulders. "Michael likes sex on Saturdays."
"Every Saturday?" Missy asked surprised.
Sara didn't like to talk about her sex life. It made her embarrassed, even though, she enjoyed making love to Michael. He was a patient and passionate lover but lately Sara noticed he would skip a Saturday and it had dwindled down to twice a month. Something was missing but Sara didn't know what it was.
The next day Sara was doing some spring cleaning in the garage. She had thrown away a lot of stuff. She was looking at his tool shelves just as a little breeze moved the poster behind the shelves. It revealed a door handle. She stared at the handle for a long while. In the four years she had lived with Michael, she rarely stayed but moments in the garage. What was the door leading to?
She moved the metal shelves and pulled down the poster. She turned the knob of the door and it was locked. She pulled on the knob over and over but it would not budge. Frowning she went and searched through the drawers where he kept small things like nut and bolts. She didn't find a key.
Later that evening Michael came home from his golf trip. He went immediately up to the shower. Sara went to the door of the bathroom. Her heart started to beat faster but she swallowed that fear and opened the door, just as Michael was stepping out of the shower.
He was a beautiful man with olive complexion, rich dark eyes and thick brown hair. He was tall with a muscular build and a beautiful cock that was standing out as she stepped into the steamy room.
"Sara," he said softly in that silky voice of his. His voice got silkier when he was horny.
Sara asked, "What are you hiding in the garage?"
Michael blinked and stared into her dark blue eyes. "I don't know what you mean."
"The locked door in the garage?" she asked and noticed his face growing pink. His erection grew softer and he looked away.
"Please tell me, Michael," Sara asked, fearing what secrets he was keeping from her.
"I'll show you," he said simply and then went into the bedroom to dress.
He took her into the garage and opened the door with a key he had stashed under the shelves. He opened the door to a BDSM playroom.
Sara stepped into the room with dark red carpet. It had various paddles, whips, and chains on the wall. A bench, reminding Sara of a workout bench, was in one corner of the room. A long chain was coming down from the ceiling, ending in a pair of hand cuffs. A spreader bar was against the wall. A table of clamps, vibrators and dildos was in one corner with a few masks. A chair on a mat was in the other corner. The room was bathed in dim light as Michael turned the lights to soft. A stereo was in one corner and Michael went to it. He put on soft music and then stood against the wall as he watched her walk around the room.
She went to the table and picked up a pair of handcuffs and a black silk sash. "Do you bring women here?"
"Not since we got together. I was a Dom for a long time before I met you. I never told you because I was afraid of losing you."
Sara noticed the place did have a lot of dust in it like it hadn't been used in a long while. She turned and asked, "Would you teach me to be your slut?"
Michael blinked and a lazy smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Are you teasing, Sara?"
Sara pulled off her t-shirt and unzipped her jeans. She unbuckled her bra and then lifted the sash. She tied it around her eyes and said, "I have felt something missing between us, Michael. I want to change that." She pulled off her bra revealing her swollen nipples. Michael looked at her wet panties and grinned as he stepped up behind her, placing his hands on her trembling shoulders.
"Do you trust me, my love?" he whispered softly against her ear.
