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Four years ago, I made a huge mistake. I turned eighteen and married my childhood sweetheart, which sounds very romantic until you know the details. My wife and I were both raised in fundamentalist religious families. We were only allowed to date with chaperones, and I really believed that it was a good idea to save yourself for marriage.Man, was I wrong. It turns out my wife Sara hates sex. On our wedding night, she cried when I tried to make love to her for the first time. Months went by before she would let me try again and every time since then, she says that it hurts and starts crying before I even get my penis in all the way. Even worse, my wife is a beautiful woman who is normal in every other way. I still love her but I have needs, and that’s what led to this strange series of events.Keep in mind that my wife’s attitude toward sex has nothing to do with my looks. I’m a physically fit working man, 6’ 2” tall, 195 pounds, with blonde hair and blue eyes. For whatever reason, my wife just doesn’t like sex and it’s probably got more to do with our religious upbringing. I don’t really think she’s ever really in pain when I try to make love to her. I think she believes sex is dirty, even if it’s with her husband.While Sara’s faith is just as strong as it was when we were married, mine started to fade almost immediately after we exchanged vows. The people at our church are just a bunch of sanctimonious hypocrites and the church elders haven’t done anything to help our sex life. All they keep saying is to have faith in God and everything will work out fine.Well, four years have gone by with no sex life, so the whole “faith in God” thing is total bullshit in my opinion, pardon my language. Anyway, I stopped going to church about two years ago, which put even more strain on my marriage. Sara keeps begging me to come back to church and telling me she’s concerned about my everlasting soul but I’m just tired of hearing about it.I work for a furniture delivery company, so I am on the road a lot. Six months ago, I went to a gentlemen’s club for the first time. I even took off my wedding ring so the dancers wouldn’t think I was a cheater. Sara never noticed that I’d stopped wearing it so I put it in my dresser drawer for good.I was really nervous because it did feel to me like I was cheating on my wife, but I quickly discovered bahis şirketleri that enjoying the gentlemen’s club wasn’t such a big deal. Turns out, most of the other men were wearing their wedding bands and the dancers didn’t even care!I started going to the club a couple of times a week to see this dancer named Candy. She paid a lot of attention to me and I enjoyed it. She was also a very pretty petite brunette with large breasts and muscular legs.After a few visits, and a lot of begging from Candy, I paid for a visit to the VIP room and she gave me a lap dance that made me orgasm in my pants. All she did was work her leg up and down against my penis without even taking it out. She even let me touch her breasts and would whisper in my ear, “Would you like to taste my pussy? When you lick a woman’s pussy, it makes her want to have sex with you.”I was always taught that oral sex was wrong but Candy turned me on so much I started to wonder what it would be like to experience what a woman tasted like between her legs.This is the main reason I kept coming back. Having a routine release was actually making life at home with Sara more bearable, even though she was curious why I was working so much later than normal on certain days.It was during this time that I started fantasizing about Candy. In my fantasy, I would take her out to my delivery van, spread out some mats, and kiss her amazing body from head to toe before making love. And yes, I would also imagine licking her vagina and it was such a turn on it started to become an obsession.One night, I was laying next to Sara, fantasizing about Candy, and decided I would try to have sex with her again. I mistakenly thought that oral sex would loosen her up because of what Candy had said. Man-o-man did that backfire. Not only did Sara cry, but she also called me a pervert and said she was going to tell the church elders about what I did, because oral sex was a major sin.Sure enough, two days later the church elders called me, but I told them never to contact me again and ended the call. Sara started sleeping in our spare bedroom and wouldn’t even speak to me for days.After this all went down, I went to Candy for some sweet relief and one of the other dancers informed me that she quit. I have to admit that I was devastated. I’m not stupid because I realize bahis firmaları that being nice to customers is literally how dancers make money but I really liked talking to Candy and became attached to her. It’s not like I have any other friends because my wife was supposed to be my lifelong best friend, but that certainly didn’t work out.For days, I was depressed. I even felt suicidal. One of my coworkers could tell I was really down and invited me to join him and some other coworkers on their Friday night bar crawl. Drinking wasn’t allowed when I was going to church and I had never gotten into it since I left, but I felt like my life was falling apart, so I agreed to go.That Friday, which was about two months ago, I told Sara that I was going to the gym to play basketball, which wasn’t unusual for me on the weekend. She barely acknowledged the words coming out of my mouth, obviously still outraged about the whole oral sex fiasco. At least she was talking to me again, even if it was only when she was mad about something I did or didn’t do right.Only an hour into the bar experience, I felt entirely out of place and awkward. I didn’t even know what kind of drink to order so I ordered a beer like my workmates, but couldn’t understand why they liked it so much. Still, I tried my best to fit in and everyone was really nice to me even though it was obvious that I was out of my element.The first bar was a dive but the second was much nicer. Halfway through my third beer of the night, I started to loosen up a bit and laugh with the fellas. It was about this time that this woman, a total stranger, appeared out of nowhere, looked straight into my eyes, and said the strangest thing anyone has ever said to me.“You have some crazy energy coming out of you. Can I touch you?”I had no idea what this woman was talking about but for some reason, I said, “Sure.” Maybe it had something to do with her stunning beauty. She was around thirty years old, tall and slim, about 5 foot 8, with short straight jet black hair, gorgeous blue eyes that were the color of glacial ice, and ruby red lipstick on thick, full lips. She wore a skintight black dress, with lacy long sleeves and a lacy fringe around the hem that came to her knees, revealing bare legs and black high-heeled boots.When she reached out and held onto my hands, her eyes remained kaçak bahis siteleri locked on mine. Her stare was mesmerizing and I almost felt like I wasn’t in control of my own body. Her hands were warm and her touch was delicate and feminine.She started shaking her head and said, “Wow. I’ve never met anyone with such powerful energy. Would you be okay with sitting down and having a conversation?”I still had no idea what she was talking about but I felt like I had no power to resist her request. I’m definitely not the most assertive guy in the world. We found a table in the back of the bar and sat down to talk.The first thing she said was, “Let me give you a proper introduction. My name is Scarlett.”“I’m Avery,” I said. “Tell me, what do you mean about me having all of this energy?”Scarlett flashed the most incredible smile I’ve ever seen and said, “Avery, honey, everyone has their own energy field. Even animals and trees and plants have it. Some people call it an aura but that sounds a little too “New Agey” to me. You have this powerful raw energy just pouring out of you. When I touched your hands, I could feel it travel out of your body and into mine. Let’s just say, I’m very intrigued by you. I’m guessing you have an amazing story.”“How do you know all of this,” I said. “I mean, how can you see and feel this energy?”Scarlett cocked her head sideways and said, “Because I’m a witch, honey.”I did not expect that answer and I had no idea how to react. I was always taught in church that witches were devil worshipers and possessed by demons, so my gut reaction was to run away as fast as possible. Yet here was this beautiful woman treating me more like a human being than anyone from my church ever had, even my own wife!The second I thought about my wife, Scarlett said, “You’re married.”“How do you know that?” I asked. It was almost like she could hear my thoughts.“I know things,” Scarlett said with a confident smirk. “But, Avery, you’re not really married. The bond to this woman you call your wife isn’t quite right, is it?”“You’re freaking me out,” I said without thinking, but she was freaking me out.“I’m sorry,” Scarlett said, shaking her head. “I’m being too personal. Let’s get to know each other a little bit more.”We talked for the next two hours. I learned that Scarlett was a job recruiter working from home and had only lived in Coos Bay, Oregon (my town) for a year. She moved from Portland, where it was easier to find people who understood her lifestyle but she liked the solitude of the bay area because she was able to focus more on her “art.”

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