When my secret life came out in a very awful and heartbreaking way, my husband and I lay our hearts out.
We had lost ourselves in parenting and adulting, to the point where he thought he was no longer sexual, and I had undiscovered and desperate desires.
Part of our healing was reconnecting physically. Making out on the couch, playing with each other under blankets, running off to the laundry or the bathroom for a quickie or a blow job. Was I trying to fuck him into forgiveness? Perhaps? But also, we discovered that we still had something incredible together. Real unbridled lust and desire, coupled with love and respect.
He’s learning to trust me again. And learning what I crave. Time is scarce, but with every day, every swish of the flogger against my naughty girl’s bottom, every relentless hard fuck, my husband, my love, my best friend is becoming my Dom and my Daddy.