Blushing Bride Chapter 5

"Like I said, nothing. I just couldn't get turned on," I responded, "She looked so incredible but there was just something that meant I couldn't get into it. And then she didn't seem that into it either."

"I think you know why you weren't turned on," he said, "After the other night, I think you know what it might take as well."

"You think I need to be dressed up like Gina to get turned on?" I said, voicing my own deep feelings.

"Don't you?" he said, significantly. And he was right, of course.

"Well, then, what am I going to do?" I said, "Just live the rest of my life in a sexless marriage or divorce the woman I love?"

"You could try talking to her," he suggested, "Telling her what it will take."

"You know she would never go for that, she's not even a little bit kinky."

"Maybe you don't know her as well as you think you do," he said with some significance, as if to suggest there was something of Gina he knew more about than I did.

"I wouldn't count on it, I don't want her to be disgusted by me."
"If she loves you as much as all that, she'll be understanding at the very least," he said, "I mean, you love her don't you?" I nodded, "And if she told you something about herself, something sexual and a little bit unusual, you would try to understand."

"Of course," I said.

"Then give her a chance," he told me, "Tell her what it will take, tell her how much fun you could have together, and see what happens."

I guess he was probably right. I didn't really know what else I could do, after all. And he made a good point. Gina was the most loving, caring, considerate person I knew, well, apart from Mark himself perhaps, so if anyone would understand this then she would, even though she wasn't a sexual, kinky sort of person. After a while of dithering, of pacing back and forth, up and down the corridor of the hotel, I decided to hell with it, I had to give this a shot or I would spend the rest of my married life wondering what could have been.