Slut with passion

This story isn't just about sex, especially not in the beginning. But my experiences, the people involved, their motives are unfortunately not understandable without a little history without sex. I introduce myself: Nadine, 40 years old, wife and luxury woman. My name is Nadine - at least in this story. And I just turned 40. And somehow, at the beginning of this new phase of my life, I feel the need to get off my chest, or rather write, the truth about my marriage and my love life. Unfortunately, I can't tell anyone my story without endangering my own existence and dragging others down with me. I have to be considerate - especially of my seven-year-old son Michael, of my husband Volker, of my brother-in-law Klaus and also of a few others who I have dragged into my fabric of lies. Even my best friend Melanie, who knows quite a bit about me, would be shocked if she found out the truth. So I chose this forum to get the pressure off my chest. In the past, people would have said: "Paper is patient. Well, so is the PC. Of course, I not only changed the names, but also a few other details of my experiences so that no one can easily identify me. In this story, for example, I work as a physiotherapist, but of course that's not my real job, it's just a good disguise. By the way, I'm least afraid of my own husband reading these confessions. As a successful entrepreneur and manager of a large and well-known family business, he would never waste his precious time reading erotic stories on some obscure website. And even if someone were to poke his nose right at my text, he would ignore that side of my personality just as he always did throughout our marriage. "That's not my wife. My Nadine would never do something like that because she loves me," he would say with conviction. I'm a real "model woman" - and that's why the story is called that.