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I have waited six years to tell this story. My name is Janice. Every word is true, well, except for the names, but keep reading and you will know why I can't tell you my real name, or theirs!

I'm a recently retired marriage councillor. For thirty years, I've heard it all from couples, singles, boyfriends, girlfriends, etc. They told me all their secrets and I have kept them. I advised them, tried to help them. It was hard sometimes.

So, you ask, what was the hardest thing about being a councillor?

Parties! I would answer parties. Maybe it's the booze but the hardest times were always parties. Specifically because people would always ask me, what's the weirdest story you have ever been told?

I could never answer that question.

So why can I tell that story now, why couldn't I tell that story at parties? That's a good question. The answer is because I would have lost my practice. Now that I am retired I have no practice to lose.

Why can't I tell you my real name now? Another good question! The simple answer is it would get me sued.

So why you say can't I tell you their names? That's the tricky part. I'll let you figure that out later. But I'll give you a hint. Her name is now common household knowledge.

The best way to tell this story is to tell you in their words. OK, I will have to paraphrase that part. But I did keep notes like any professional.

I first met with the wife. Let's call her Jessica. The next part I have written as she told ...

... me.

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On the day I got married I made a promise to myself and a promise to John my husband. It was a promise to forsake all others. That day I also got to tell John that he was my first. You see my mother had raised me to save myself for marriage.

It was important to me and that night I found out it was also important to my new husband.

I don't know how I expected that night to be. Would he be romantic, would he take me like a porn star in a movie (I had watched a few) and most of all, would it hurt? Turned out it did hurt. But only for a few seconds and after he finished and rolled over to sleep, I decided sex was probably over rated. Maybe it would get better with time.

Janice asked me if it got better after we had been married a while. She didn't seem surprized when I told her it took almost three months before I had an orgasm. But she did seem surprized when I told her that I thought it was my job to ensure my husband had his and that my satisfaction was not always required.

By the second year of our marriage John began to show his jealous streak. I know, I'm not the best looking woman on the planet but I thought at least I was good looking. I dressed the part of a wife while in public. Skirts just barely above the knee, shirts buttoned up almost to the top, definitely no cleavage showing. Nice high heels, pantyhose and somewhat lacy underwear.

The problem was John started to ask me to change that a bit. At first it was the lacy underwear. He wanted me to ...