My wife shouted at me "You are fucking, low life, shagging bastard" and threw a pottery ornament at me. It hit me and blood coursed out of a cut.
The blood caused her anger to subside. That ornament cost me £1,000 and was now worthless.
She continued "You can sleep on the sofa from now on, you lousy scheming cunt. This marriage is over, you fuck up."
My wife rarely swore but she had good cause to be angry. You see I had just confessed that I had been unfaithful to her.
I tended my cut forehead and took Rex out for his evening walk. I came home and then slept on the sofa. I heard my wife crying herself to sleep. Our unhappiness seemed to affect Rex. He looked really sad.
RELATE
Luckily the marriage didn't end straight away. He called upon with the help of Relate, who used to be called The Marriage Guidance Counsel.
In the first session the Relate counsellor asked us about the background "presenting problems". He then asked "Why did you decide to stay together?"
Eve said "It's because of our dog, Rex. He's like a child to us. But he's old and wouldn't be able to adjust to moving elsewhere. I couldn't look after Rex and he loves Paul. No one is going to house a sex fiend with an old dog. Rex needed Paul to have his walkies."
I was flabbergasted. My wife only allowed me to stay in the house as an unpaid dog-sitter.
The counsellor asked Eve "Is that all?"
Eve said "I suppose that deep down I didn't want our marriage to end. I suppose I wanted Paul, despite his adultery."
The counsellor said to me "Paul, do you hear that? Your wife is committed to the marriage? We can build on that bedrock. Now tell us all about your affair."
THE DOGGING SESSIONS
I had to go through all the whole sorry episodes that led to my adultery.
I had to tell the Relate counsellor how I had chanced upon a dogging site, while actually walking Rex. I explained that I wanted to look away but couldn't. The sight of people having sex was just too fascinating.
I felt ashamed that I was a voyeur. I couldn't even tell Eve that I had seen people having sex. This secrecy added to my sense of shame. I explained how this felt like I was in a pressure cooker. I wanted to confess but couldn't. I wanted to stop dogging but lacked the willpower.
I explained that I tried to walk Rex along the prom instead. That worked for about 2 weeks. But then curiosity got the better of me. I thought "just the once". I soon became a regular attender. I even went to the dogging site when the rain dashed down and no sane person would be wanting sex outdoors.
Anyway I got more adventurous. I started to join the men (and a woman) who watched and wanked themselves. I got hooked on watching and wanking. I played with my cock. I didn't actually manage to get fully erect or to orgasm.
Once a man and woman played tease. She played with his cock and we expected her to give him a blowjob at the very least. Even though it was a disappointment it was part of the thrill of dogging. Doggers never know what they will see, if anything.
If the men had big cocks so much the better.
I loved seeing one woman in particular. She had big jugs which swayed most erotically when she was having sex. But if she was taken from behind it was absolutely the pinnacle of eroticism. One of the men had a 10 incher, which made it like the Everest of dogging experiences.
When I saw her being done doggy by the man with the big dong I had a stiff erection and managed to have an orgasm.
I could only have full penetrative sex if I thought of Elsie. I preferred wanking than having sex with Eve. Marital sex became a chore. Eve is petite while Elsie has massive mammaries.
Next day in bed with Eve beside me I recalled the scene. I got a hard on. I wanked while Eve slept. That became a habit I couldn't break. My imagination was better than the reality. But I needed to watch people fuck. Then I could imagine it but my imagination made it a lot sexier.