The trouble with trying on your wife’s underwear is that you just want to keep on doing it! Over the next few months I had a few opportunities to indulge. As 2012 became 2013, it started becoming a more regular thing. I even managed to squeeze into her wedding dress (though I couldn’t do up the zip completely)…
Eventually there comes a point when you take that next step…and buy your own lingerie: that first pair of knickers, the stockings, and the high heels. And then you get the home and have to find somewhere to hide them!
I remember thinking at this point that there was no turning back now: I had to go wherever it led me.
I wasn’t consciously looking for anyone or anything, but I was beginning to realise how miserable my everyday life was making me and Alice was my escape, where I was free to flirt and fantasise.
No, I didn’t feel guilty or that I was doing anything wrong. Yes, I was married with young children, but there had been no sex for a few years and the intimacy and affection I craved was waning fast.
I began taking more risks and looked forward to my Alice time, both the dressing up and the flirting online.
On my 50th birthday, I went to a strip club near my office in the City and met a girl who would change my life forever…