Becoming Aphrodite

I'm sure you can imagine how threatened and how sad I felt. In the last entry of her journal, she mentioned a special evening in a dance club with some friends which she would try to attend a couple of weeks later. I closed the note pad and couldn't believe what I had just read. I wanted to talk to her about it, to confront her. After all, she had carelessly left the diary under my nose. It seemed to me that her unconsciousness had done so deliberately. I finally decided to act as if I knew nothing at all and to save our relationship by any means.

I tried to renew the sexual interest between her but nothing was working. A week later, a day before the "special evening" she mentioned in her diary, she told me she had an important conference to attend in New York and would be away until the following evening. While she was taking her shower and getting ready to leave, I had a glance at her carry on bag: it was filled with most of the slutty outfits I had bought her. I knew I had to follow her. I had to find out the painful truth.

The next afternoon, she took her car and I tailed her discreetly with mine. She wasn't taking the road to the airport. She was going to her friend Julia's house. I parked a little further and waited a couple of hours. They both came out around 9pm, dressed up very sexily and wearing a lot of make up. They both looked like escort girls. They drove to a shady part of the town, parked Julia's car close to a dance club and entered it.

In the dance club, all the girls were wearing very slutty outfits and each one of them had several guys dancing around, flirting with them, and caressing their bodies. I almost fainted with pain, I was going to burst with anger but I kept silent and watched the beginning of what was going to be a gigantic orgy absolutely powerless. All this turned me on and I was totally ashamed of it.

I saw Julia and Jennifer coming out of the cloakroom and joining the party. Julia had nothing else than a black fishnet body stocking with black patent thigh highs, her long blond hair in pigtails. My wife Jennifer, was wearing the corset / garter belt I offered her a couple of years before with black stockings, stiletto high heels, a choker necklace, long black nylon gloves and her beautiful hair in a pony tail.