My Wife, My Slave
by Grace Vilmont
Chapter One
IT
WAS MORE luck than anything else that brought me together with my wife.
We met through friends, hit it off, started dating, and eventually got married.
That makes it sound overly simple, but life is as simple or complex as you want
it to be.
The s*x was always great. At first
it was just the experience of being with someone new, and then with someone you
loved, and then it was great because we knew each other’s bodies, passions, and
preferences. We slowly started to realize two strange, but not mutually
exclusive, parts of our sexuality. First, her s*x drive was much higher than
mine. I was good at three or four times a week. She usually wanted it every
day, or more. But that was fine, we worked it out. Second, we meshed toget
