) As the night turned out she got extremely offensive with the things she said to me and I could tell she was no longer "in play", she was serious and...it ended badly. Soon after she wanted a divorce again and she began telling me that I was sick for wanting to fuck and get fucked by men. She was going to tell everyone and ruin my life. I began in earnest to find someone to cheat with. I was done! I couldn't do this any more! Fuck her! A few weeks later I logged onto a site that I hadn't been on. Remya received me at the door and looked stunning in her thin black cotton saree, black sleeveless blouse and hair knotted in a rough pony. She wore her saree well – very low down her waist and this showed her big deep navel. She took me in holding my hand, shut the door, gave me a hug and stayed embraced for about 5 mins. Siddharth who was sitting on the couch greeted me with a hello and said they really enjoyed the last session and look forward to a great evening with me. Then I held her hand. We tried all kinds of "normal" positions and practices, then we graduated on to some role play, exhibitionism, semi-public sex (one of my favorites, I love the thrill from being able to be caught), we even tried a little rope and dominance. We had a blast trying new things and being naughty together. Then things started to slow back as our schedules filled.I guess what happened over the next four years is pretty common. We gradually stopped playing games and settled into routine lovemaking.. Sometimes he didn't even know whyhe felt so sad and worthless. He just huddled himself in his hole, anddidn't come out for days. Nursing a bottle of cheap gin, keeping himselfin that haze.Then there was the day he had met Rachael. She had appeared like anangel to him, and he felt compelled to do what she said. She wouldn'tlet him drink, but told him how great water tasted. She fed himsandwiches, made from the most incredible tasting bread. A sandwich fromRachael was more filling than the meals.