I have been lucky enough to be married to a very lovely young lady over the last 3 years named Cassandra. She is a beautiful blonde, about 5'6", 120 lbs and a decent wrack I might add! Sadly, I am a man heavily involved in his career and I really haven't been able to spend the time with Cassandra I know she deserves. Over the past 6 months or so, she has dropped many hints that she needs attention that only a husband can deliver, and I have done my best to make that time for her when I can. Unfortunately, I tend to not be able to keep my mind off of work and the problems surrounding the office and the stress has been affecting my performance in the bedroom. When we have sex, I can't last long, or I go flaccid within the first 10 minutes. To be brutally honest with myself, it is also because I have kept my most sexual desires a secret from her, and every other woman I have been with for that matter. I have a fetish for satin and silk lingerie and clothing but I am far too embarrassed to tell Cassandra. Because of this, I have started to find sex boring and unsatisfying, even with a woman as gorgeous as my wife. Lucky for me, Cassandra is what you might call a "trophy wife" and I do very well for myself, so I have always known deep down that's what kept her around and probably what attracted her to me in the first place. I thought, even if I don't give her the best sex life in the world, at least I allow her to have whatever else she wanted and I hoped that was good enough.
A few weeks back I had to go on another one of my frequent business trips to Seattle, I have several large clients there. I was going to be out of town a full week so I thought I'd set up Skype on Cassandra's laptop so that we could see each other in the evenings when I was not at dinner meetings. Cassandra seemed pleased with the idea, so I quickly showed her how to sign in and make calls before I packed up and got ready to head out to the airport. She was not good with computers...not in the slightest. This worked to my advantage though, as I didn't have to be super careful about her finding what fetish porn I might have searched for after she went to bed at night or while she was out shopping. Ready to go for my trip, I kissed her passionately and told her I loved her, and then I headed out to catch my plane.
After arriving in WA, Cassandra and I had been chatting on Skype every night as planned and I did my best not to talk too much about work and allow her to talk about her week and all her shopping adventures. She informed me that she had been spending most of her time this week with her best friend Cristy. Cristy is quite the looker as well, long dark hair, cute and curvy figure and about the same height as Cassandra. Cristy worked for an IT company and was always Cassandra's go to person for computer problems when I wasn't around. Cassandra mentioned this week Cristy was going to make some time to clean up the laptop and teach her some things that would help her from feeling so lost on a PC. This made me a little nervous, but there was nothing I could do at this point but just hope they didn't go looking around in personal files or internet history. I just put it out of mind and tried not to worry about it.
Thursday night came around and as soon as I picked up Skype and the camera clicked on, I could clearly see something was seriously wrong with Cassandra. I have never seen her look this angry before...
I asked:
"What's wrong dear? Is something bothering you?"
She replied:
"Oh nothing, just been searching the internet for the last few hours. It's amazing what you can find out about people through the internet...you know what I mean?"
I knew this couldn't be headed anywhere good, so I thought I'd play dumb...
"Why, what are you referring to?"
She said:
"Well, Cristy and I found some of the sites I guess you have been looking at when I'm not around...a lot of pretty woman wearing very pretty clothing! ...very SILKY clothing!! You wouldn't know anything about that would you?
I swallowed, I knew I was busted! This was so embarrassing!
I responded:
"I'm sorry dear, I have wanted to tell you, but yes, I have a thing for silk and satin clothing...I'm sorry, I should have told you."
She replied:
"Yeah, you think? What the fuck is up with this shit? You have some kind of crazy fetish and you didn't think that's something I should know after three years of marriage? Is this why our sex life has gone to shit? ...because I'm not wearing satin nightgowns and slips to bed? ...or wearing shiny blouses and skirts around the house?"
I had never heard Cassandra talk to me this way, all I could think to do was keep apologizing:
"I'm so sorry Cassandra, really I am, I just had no idea how to tell you, I've always kept my lust for satin and silk a secret, please forgive me."
Still very upset, she replied:
"Well this is just great, my own husband can't trust me to tell me what he wants? You are a real bastard!!"
...and with that, she clicked off the camera and signed off.
I was now left to dwell on this all night, could this be the end of our marriage I thought? It was very hard to sleep that night, and then the next day I had to get up, meet with clients and do my best acting job as to not show that my mind was totally somewhere else while I was trying to finalize a major deal for my company. It was the longest day of my life!
Finally Friday night came, and I managed to get through the day without messing anything up for work. It was time for a drink! I had been keeping an eye on my cell all day, but Cassandra had not called. I figured I would try her on Skype now that I was back at my hotel room and see if she'd pick up, doubtful but worth I try I thought. I logged into Skype and called Cassandra, it rang a few times and right when I was about to give up, she picked up. Excited to talk to her, I was not ready for what I was about to see when the camera clicked on. As soon as the camera popped p on screen, I was floored by what I saw! Cassandra was standing in front of the laptop wearing a long, just to the knee length, pin-up style dress...and it was pure blue satin!! Her hair and makeup were done up gorgeous, just like a pin-up model on a sexy photo shoot. I was shocked!!
I said:
"Wow Cassandra, you look amazing!!"
She replied:
"Thanks darling, I had a feeling you'd approve! Cristy and I had a long talk after our call last night and she helped me figure out some ideas on how to make this all right. So today, we started off by going shopping for some sexy, silk and satin clothing to add to my wardrobe. We saw that you visited a lot of sites and forums that had to do with vintage pin-up, so when I saw this little number, I just had to get it and put it on for you."
I responded:
"Well I do approve, you look extremely sexy!"
Cassandra responded:
"Oh I know I do, I feel sexy! After shopping with Cristy today and trying on so many sexy dresses, blouses and lingerie, I was quickly starting to understand why some men would have a fetish for this type of clothing. The first time I saw Cristy come out of the dressing room in a silk blouse and satin skirt, I actually got a little wet. Speaking of such, I hope you don't mind that I picked up quite a few items for Cristy too...you know, to thank her for keeping me company this week and supporting me through this whole thing."
I replied: (...wondering in the back of my mind, where was this going?)
"Uhh...no, I don't mind. It sounds like she's being a great friend to you as usual, so if that's something you wanted to do for her, I'm totally fine with that."
She replied:
"Well good, cause she looked good enough to eat dressed up in your favorite type of clothing. In fact, why don't you see for yourself!
She then looked to her left, off screen and was clearly signaling to someone by curling her finger to come to her. My heart began to pound in my chest as I waited for the shock to follow. Cristy walks into frame and as I suspected, she was dressed in full satin! She had on a very shiny, gold, satin blouse with long sleeves and frills around the collar and cuffs, complimented with a very tight fitting black, satin pencil skirt and black, silk, stockings.