The Unraveling of a Marriage and My Cockring Key

I guess I noticed the clues and tried to brush them off. One of my family friends (actually…a co-worker). A couple we play cards with or take to the cinema on a few Saturdays each month. A short, heavy-set balding man she had always considered rather plain-looking. An accountant at the firm where I work. Meetings are going to feel very odd for some time.

They announced it over dinner last night, right there in front of his wife Tonya…who has been aware of it for the two years this affair has lasted. She couldn’t care less…in fact she suggested that life could become much more bearable if I didn’t get so worked up (her exact words). Tonya mentioned that she and Murray used to be ‘swingers’ back in the 80’s…which made me chuckle. She said we’d see how amused I remained if I showed a little less respect…and my wife shot me one of those piercing looks that say she is getting angry…and dramatically handed Tonya the spare key for my cockring.

It was clear enough that the dinner ‘announcement’ had been planned out beforehand. I wasn’t crushed, though I did feel like I’d taken a hit to the gut…I just couldn’t quite visualize Murray with my wife. Still can’t…but they tell me things are about to change.

After dinner, on the drive home, I asked my wife how this started…and where it was heading? She said it was purely physical and enjoyable, that she was done keeping it secret…and frankly, she found humiliating me with Murray quite arousing. He wasn’t anything special between the sheets, not particularly well endowed, and doesn’t much enjoy giving head…which is where I fit into the picture…that’s going to be my role with Murray’s plump, slovenly wife (why beat around the bush?…she’s a fat, messy slob of a woman…someone I could easily imagine having hygiene issues). Apparently Tonya desperately needs effective oral stimulation, my somewhat sadistic and insatiable wife is going to keep getting her fix on the side (in our bed now), I’m going to see a lot more of Murray than I ever wanted to (in several ways), and my cleaning-up duties have just doubled.