So there I was. Just to remind you of the situation that I was in this time a week ago. Mouth taped up. Mute. Wrists tied behind me. Temporarily disabled. Ankle attached to a fixture. Immobilised. Naked. In my own bedroom. Head full of sexual wonder and imagination. I had just watched Mike, my husband of 23 years, fuck his hooded girlfriend, right in front of me. I had smelled it, heard it, and seen it. The intense visual...

I had always considered nipple rings to be ugly. Weird. Maybe even a little degrading. Until the moment I focused on the swaying movement of the gleaming pair of them attached to the woman whom my husband was fucking as he and I stared fixedly into each other's eyes, a few metres apart in our bedroom. Suddenly, in the intensity of the extraordinary moment, those metallic accoutrements on a woman I didn't know, and whose f...