At that point in time I was solo, having no girlfriend. I was curious to develop sexuality and when I saw in videos and magazines a lot written about ...DSM. I was curious to try. Then one day I saw an advertisement from a dominant woman in a common sex magazine, where she looked for a slave for a long term relation. i contacted her and to my surprise she invited me to her home. I learned later that her husband was also a Sub of her, but that doesn’t matter as all dates with her were without him.. We talked and she asked if I had tried counseling and I told her no, that I did not want to be married to someone that did not respect me. I mentioned that I had proof of her infidelities. She said to hold on to it until it appeared that we would need them. She was served as she left the house for a trip to Chicago. I was told she became very angry but went ahead on her trip. I called the investigators and asked them to follow her in Chicago and if possible photograph her activities. I got. . You know, sexually.”“All teenage boys do that,” I proffered, before adding, “So that’s no big deal.”“Yeah, but it never stopped there,” he added in a barely audible whisper.“Oh,” I replied uncomfortably.“Please understand, I am happily married and have no regrets about that, but now and then I get an itch," he shamefully informed me.I did not ask for any more details and allowed the conversation to end naturally.We continued splashing around and sipping our wine after that for a short while. Ashleigh agreed. After a meal of hamburgers, fries, and cokes, Tom suggested they rest in the sun for awhile. He took her hand and led her back to the chaise lounges. As they spread the towels on the hot lounge straps, he asked if he could help spread sun lotion on her. She grinned and handed him the bottle. She lay down on her back and stretched out her legs. Tom started at her feet, smoothing the oil carefully over her feet and ankles. He proceeded up her legs to her knees, taking care to.