Do I Want To Leave My Wife?

I should have left her then, but I couldn't do that, I loved her more than life and still I did love her with all my heart. That's why it was so difficult to make a decision. I simply couldn't make one. I saw myself already going back home and trying to make it up to her. Where would I end without her? I mean I gave up my job more than 10 years ago for her, to follow her and be her little household helper.

Yes, it was time to go back. I didn't want to get drunk and didn't want to push it too far. What if she tired of me and threw me out? Well, I'd get probably a little compensation for our 10 years, but it certainly would leave me with a big void in my heart. I called the barman in order to pay when a smooth voice at my side said: "Don't go so quick. You haven't said a word the whole evening. I have been watching you. Is it so difficult?"

Then I felt a hand on my leg before I could move. "Oh no", I thought.. "This can't be happening to me." I jumped but it was too late, my face turned beetred, I looked to my side and saw this gorgeous raven haired woman sitting there with her mouth wide open. She knew it, she had felt it. My garterbelt taps with which I had fastened my stockings. I looked into her eyes. I saw her slowly licking her lips like a cat just before biting her prey. I saw the glimmer in her eyes. I realised I was her prey.

I heard her whisper. "You are a sissy, you are a sissy. You wear stockings. Wow!" I sat there not knowing what to do. "Let's move to the booth over there. I think we need to talk alone honey." Before I could say no she turned to the Barman and said: "Darren, could you please send us Ladies two Chardonnay to the booth over there. It will be on my bill."

I cringed under her words, not even trying to look at the barman and started to walk to the exit instead. She grabbed my arm. "No, you stay here or I shout it out loud you are wearing stockings. Move to the booth."