Memoirs of A Secret Life

He was that type, the type that lacked the confidence to approach a girl. He never once thought a woman could find him attractive, funny, and would be drawn to his charisma, so he was shocked that she laughed at his jokes, that she was so interested in him, and when she asked him out on a date that first time he had quickly and without thinking accepted.
However he had quickly learned the error of his ways, she seemed uninterested in sexual contact, it didn't faze her in the least and still he had ignored the warning signs and they had wed.
He regretted the marriage the moment they entered their honey moon suite and she had laid beside him in a drab gown and started reciting poetry from a book.from the 18th century until he drifted off to sleep.
He had compromised, keeping her around as someone to talk to, it was better then being alone at least.
He resorted to using his talents to create a sexually infused virtual kingdom, where he could rule and females visited to allow him to have his way with them.
For now it held his desire and his anger at his wife's greed at bay, but he knew his world was becoming less and less appealing by the day and that soon she would have to make good on the promise of honoring her husband. After all she had promised before God!
He peered into the last swish of whiskey in his glass and gulped it down.
Yes soon she would have to allow him true pleasure or there were sure to be consequences and punishments for her broken vows.
These days a husband had to deal out the punishment on his own and pray he was never found out, but for being cheated out of the luxuries of marriage it was a chance he was willing to take.
He turned out the desk light and headed to lay in bed with his cold wife...for now the arrangement sufficed his urges, his needs as a man, but it wouldn't for much longer....