I have waited six years to tell this story. My name is Janice. Every word is true, well, except for the names, but keep reading and you will know why I can't tell you my real name, or theirs!
I'm a recently retired marriage counselor. For thirty years, I've heard it all from couples, singles, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc. They told me all their secrets and I have kept them. I advised them, tried to help them. It was hard sometimes.
So, you ask, what was the hardest thing about being a counselor?
Parties! I would answer parties. Maybe it's the booze but the hardest times were always parties. Specifically because people would always ask me, what's the weirdest story you have ever been told?
I could never answer that question.
So why can I tell that story now, why couldn't I tell that story at parties? That's a good question. The answer is because I would have lost my practice. Now that I am retired I have no practice to lose.
Why can't I tell you my real name now? Another good question! The simple answer is it would get me sued.
So why you say can't I tell you their names? That's the tricky part. I'll let you figure that out later. But I'll give you a hint. Her name is now common household knowledge.
The best way to tell this story is to tell you in their words. OK, I will have to paraphrase that part. But I did keep notes like any professional.
I first met with the wife. Let's call her Jessica. The next part I have written as she told me.
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On the day I got married I made a promise to myself and a promise to John my husband. It was a promise to forsake all others. That day I also got to tell John that he was my first. You see my mother had raised me to save myself for marriage.
It was important to me and that night I found out it was also important to my new husband.
I don't know how I expected that night to be. Would he be romantic, would he take me like a porn star in a movie (I had watched a few) and most of all, would it hurt? Turned out it did hurt. But only for a few seconds and after he finished and rolled over to sleep, I decided sex was probably over rated. Maybe it would get better with time.
Janice asked me if it got better after we had been married a while. She didn't seem surprized when I told her it took almost three months before I had an orgasm. But she did seem surprized when I told her that I thought it was my job to ensure my husband had his and that my satisfaction was not always required.
By the second year of our marriage John began to show his jealous streak. I know, I'm not the best looking woman on the planet but I thought at least I was good looking. I dressed the part of a wife while in public. Skirts just barely above the knee, shirts buttoned up almost to the top, definitely no cleavage showing. Nice high heels, pantyhose and somewhat lacy underwear.
The problem was John started to ask me to change that a bit. At first it was the lacy underwear. He wanted me to wear see through thongs and bras. Nobody would know but him so I humoured him even though they are not the most comfortable things to wear every day.
Then he began asking me to wear shorter skirts, to unbutton my shirts lower or to wear blouses that were almost see thru. That was when other men began noticing me. At first John liked that. Until one day at an office party of John's, a co-worker of his made a pass at me. He got real forward and tried to kiss me while hugging me. John never saw that, but it was noticed by several other wives and they told him all about it.
Apparently they forgot to tell him how I slapped him in the face and tried to push him off of me. John kept a closer watch on me after that party. But he never stopped asking me to wear racier clothing. I began to refuse his requests.
I mean was a married woman and I should not be going out in public with no underwear. Nor should I go to the mall or a movie with my husband with half my tits hanging out and no bra.
The worst part was if I caved in for the night and did as John asked he would get jealous or angry with me if another man actually tried to touch me. On those occasions when I caved to John's wishes I would try to stay close to him. It was easy sometimes but when he took me to a bar or out dancing then abandoned me for twenty minutes (saying he was going to the bathroom or something) it was more difficult.
I swear there were occasions John stayed away on purpose and waited until some man was pawing me before he would return. Then he began to blame me for enticing the men.
By the third year of our marriage I needed a change in my life. We had been trying to start a family but it was not working out. I decided to go back to work. At first John supported me. He encouraged me and let off a little on my dressing up (or down depending on how you viewed it) so that I could wear work appropriate attire. That's when our sex life slowed down. I was worried John no longer found me attractive. I even wondered if he was looking elsewhere but I never found any real reason to suspect he was cheating.
One night I asked John as we lay naked in bed if he still thought I was sexy. He confessed he agreed our sex life was getting stale and maybe we should do something about that. When I asked him how he rolled over and grabbed our ipad off the bedside table. A quick search on how to spice up our sex life gave us several suggestions including role playing.
John suggested we try that. It seemed harmless to me so I agreed. It was not long before I had to bring out my old sexy outfits and pretend John was my boss or the next door neighbour. That particular one was a stretch for me because out neighbour was seventy years old.
John even bought me new outfits. In particular he liked a short slinky cocktail dress with slits up both sides to my waist and a front and back cut so low everything hung out. John loved it the day he convinced me to wear the outfit out to the corner store to pick up some milk. But it embarrassed me to get out of the car when we got home only to have some neighbourhood teenage boys see me in the dress. I was mortified when John pulled up the hem for them even thought I had worn a thong.
I stopped wearing the sexy clothes after that. We had a big fight. Our sex life slowed again and I concentrated on work. John spent more time on the computer. When I turned thirty it became apparent to us we were not going to have kids no matter how hard we tried.
Around that time two things happened. First, I got a promotion at work that required me to travel a few days every month. And second, John started trying to spice up our slowed down sex life again. I loved the second part. John and I started some role playing again. This time his fantasies were mostly in our bedroom.
I also noticed how John approached sex seemed to have changed. He began to spend more time seducing me. He made me nice dinners that he had waiting for me when I got home after a long day. He drew hot bubble baths for me to soak in before he served dinner (with me wearing some barely there clothes he left on the bed for me to wear after my bath) and he spent time kissing me.
I loved all this but he started to complain it was a one way street. I never did the same for him. The fact I was working long hours did not matter or help.
Let's go back to the promotion at work part. I started getting attention from fellow office workers; especially men caused John to accuse me of straying. We got into several fights when work called me out of town for a few days.
I was even more confused when he started having us read dirty magazines. He loved the stories about cheating wives which was confusing when he complained that I was a cheating wife. He even asked me if I would ever do the hot wife thing, but I would never cross the line of cheating with another man.
We began to sleep in different rooms again. I could not handle his fits of jealously and his fantasies.
Several months into our fourth year my company sent me to a huge convention in Las Vegas. The shit hit the fan when our company secretary messed up my reservations. The problem was there were two other conventions in town at the same time and I could find no place to stay.
My only option was to stay in the same room as my co-worker and his wife. John had never met Phil and his wife. They were a nice older couple in their late fifties. They were also terribly out of shape and overweight so when Phil's wife offered to let us share the room and arranged for a cot I saw no problems or danger.
When I called home to tell John he flew into a rage. No way was I sleeping in a room with another couple. He demanded I come home. I couldn't and frankly I was angry myself he did not trust my judgement. I accepted the offer and had a very good week at the show.
Nothing happened.
Until I got home and found John waiting with a divorce papers in his hand. My world collapsed. I cried for a week. We never spoke directly again. Everything was done through the lawyers. It took me months to come to terms with it. Even my marriage counselling sessions were done without him. That was his choice. I had no say.
The divorce took a little over six months. Just before it became final I took a hard look in the mirror. That's when I decided to move on. I needed a change.
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Hi, it's me Janice again. It's harder to tell John's side of the story. At first he just refused counselling and the courts had to order him to attend sessions with me.
