When I met Izzy, it wasn't love at first sight as such, it was more of a mutual attraction. I was drawn to her from the first time I was her and she was drawn to me from what I could tell. I could tell by the way we kept catching each others eyes, but I'm somewhat of an introvert so it took me a while to work up the courage to walk across the bar and talk to her. My mates used to give me a bit of shit, as mates do, about not being outgoing and open with women but they never really pushed it too far. We all come from a rough background and it usually doesn't take too long for the fist to start flying among our little group of friends.
When we first got together Izzy and I hit it off like crazy. We were with each other all the time. We made love with passion and fought and argued with each other with that same passion. I thought back then it was true love, the feeling Id get just being close to her, brushing her arm, that electricity we'd feel whenever we touched. It was more infatuation than love at that stage but it was more than just lust. I'd honestly never felt like that with any of my past girlfriends even though a few of them were hotter than her, I don't know what it was but I loved it and eventually I loved her and I had no doubt she loved me back.
We went through the usual process of courtship, dating got married nothing was out of the ordinary. We still went out with my friends, she didn't mind the rough bunch or the vulgar way we talked sometimes although she told me once that she was puzzled by the way I acted around them. You see at home I was a loving, caring, doting husband and she knew I wasn't a violent or aggressive person, but after the second time of watching me have a punch up at the pub with one of my friends she told me in her own words it was very uncharacteristic the way I behaved sometimes. I told her I understood what she was getting at but not to worry. The way we grew up we had all learned at an early age that if you show weakness, every wannabe tough guy on the earth will try and push you round so the way we all behaved, with exception of a few of my more "loose" friends who actually loved violence, was just our way of telling the world not to fuck with us.
She didn't really mind but told me she definitely loved the me she saw at home more than my" take no shit" persona.
Life went on, as it tends to do, we had been married for 6 years now both of us 32. Most of my friends had either settled down, moved away or gone to prison so we didn't go out as much anymore. We were more settled into our lifestyle and it suited me fine. We were still very much in love and would do dorky things like hold hands when we walked down the street and were always looking for excuses to be all touchy feely. We were still behaving like teenagers. The sex was still exciting, we had enough money and things were good. I would always go out of my way to please her and let her have her way most of the time.
One day right out of the blue she came home from work and said to me "Baby we need to talk. Come over here and sit down I need to tell you something". Obviously I was instantly a bit apprehensive but I walked over to the dining room table and sat down. "whats going on Babe?" I said to her.
She looked nervous, but I could tell she was trying to appear confident, I suppose dominant, but we knew each other so well I could see right through it. "I'm going to make you a cuckold" she said simply.
