Ask her why she divorced

Curiosity eats away at you. Her husband may have seemed like a total asshole, but he never publicly acted like he didn't love Wanda. He would be stupid not to love her in fact, she's such a beautiful, seductive woman. Did she make him leave then, perhaps? Was he aggresive in the house? Did he not give her the satisfaction she needs? Ar maybe he couldn't give her children?
The question bursts out of you, you can't stop yourself.

'This may be incredibly rude of me to ask, but what happened?' You try to sound as polite as you can. You don't want to upset her any more than she might already be.

'No you can ask, it's fine. You know, I'm not really upset by it any more.' She tells you this with a slight grimace, telling you that this might not entirely be the truth. Nevertheless, you let her continue. 'We had a big disagreement, about something that I wanted in my life.

The thing that I wanted though, would mean a huge change in my life. Our life. He was not ready to accept that. We had a huge fight about it. And a few months later, we decided that we might need some time apart. He needed some time to think. So he left. I've not heard from him for me than two years, since then... Some of his old friends tell me that he's moved on. He has a new girlfriend and everything, step kides even. He's thinking of marrying her. He has found a new life. Without me.'

'So, you know, fuck him,' Lena chimed in, genuinely angry.

'Don't say that,' Wanda snaps at her. 'He has the right to do that. I asked too much of him. Most men would've just left.'

'You did not ask too much of him, sis!' Lena snaps back. 'He could've respected your life choices. Hereby he just proves that he was not a good man. Not good enough for you. So, fuck him. You're better off.'

'What did you ask of him?' What would someone make him leave this beautiful woman? You would have done everything she asked of you. You could see yourself killing for her, if only for a chance at her in bed.

Wanda looks hestitant. Surely, she doesn't think that you will judge her? Lena looks at her, expectantly. Impatiently, she eggs her sister on. 'Tell him. sis. I'm sure Robbie will tell us he wouldn't have left you. He, at least, seems like a good guy. Isn't that right?' She glares at you threateningly. You figure it best to tell her that you wouldn't judge her. Wanda seems a little relieved at this.

'Well, as you might know, I come from a very religious family,' she starts, hestitantly, like she has difficulty putting the words in her mouth. Like she's a little ashamed. 'Very religious, you know, like "going to church five times" a week religious. And not just the normal church. They went to the churches that still held sixteenth century beliefs of christianity. The churches that told you gay marriages were an abomination against God, sex before marriage too, that everything in the world was in the grasp of the devil, that you and everyone else are full of sin. They even believed in witches and demons, trying to leave your godly life behind.

But above all it was so incredibly boring! You can imagine how tough it was on me as a child. I was always so bored while my parents, or the fucking minister droned on about how I should give up a worldly life full of sin, to instead live a torturous and eventless existence. I might have believed it all when I was a child, but then puberty hit me, and I left all that shit behind.

I started drinking and partying in secret, and most importantly, I was getting interested in boys. Very interested in boys. Now, maybe it's because it was so forbidden by my parents and their religion and I wanted to rebel, but I started fucking around a lot. I'm really not proud to tell you this, but I had sex with so many guys at school, that within two months it was no secret that I was the biggest slut in town. I was the girl that had sex with the whole football team. At the same time.

It didn't take long before I started feeling bad about myself. The girls at school would slut-shame me, guys were forcing themselves on me left, right, and centre, and I was getting helpless. I started to become a nymphomaniac, and I didn't like it. I started using ****. Marijauna at first, but later cocaine too. I was a mess.

Unfortunately, I didn't get help until very late. My family never found out, and all my friends were guys who just wanted to fuck me and girls who were just as bad as myself. Except for one person. Jakob. He was a very nerdy guy, who was in my class. He never talked much at first, but I always tried to talk to him. He seemed like a very nice guy, someone I wanted to fuck then. But as he started opening up more to me, we sparkled up a friendship. He was genuinely nice, and funny. Witty. He was so witty, he always used to make me laugh.

We hung out a lot then too. I sometimes went to his place, or we would go see some movies together. But never, not once, did he make a move on me. It seemed so strange at first. He must have known of me sleeping around with everyone in school. I sometimes even told him about it. But never did he seem to want me for sex. He just liked spending time with me. An I liked spending time with him.

When I was about 22, when it really started getting noticeable that my life was not going well, he finally dared to tell me something about my lifestyle. I was coked up almost every day, even at school. We had know each other for more than four years, and never did anything more than being friends. He told me he worried about me. A lot. He told me he wanted to help me.

Of course, I said nothing's wrong with me, and he should keep his nose out of my life. But over the weeks he kept persisting. He told me he knew I was depressed. That I had a problem in my life, and that I needed to deal with it. He had figured out a whole plan on how to do it as well; he wanted to take me on a trip to Asia. We would travel through the whole continent in 6 months. Wit this he hoped to keep my mind off **** and sex, instead giving me a life changing experience. We would do this when we graduated of course, which was in a few month's time. He had saved the money to do it and all. Clearly he had spent a lot of time thinking about this whole ordeal. Suddenly, I felt sorry for him. Sorry that I gave him this pain to bear. So I induldged him.

I don't know if it was my plan to actually go along with him, but sure enough, when finals came around he asked me once more if I was ready to go with him. I told him that I really appreciated the gesture, but I couldn't accept such a thing. I told him I was a lost cause anyway, that he should stop investigating so much time in me.

But then he kissed me, suddenly. He told me he loved me, and he all he cared about was me. Not about what I've done with my life, not the terrible choices I had made, all he cared about was living his life with me. It was very romantic. So I said yes. I dreamt of having a normal life. And that is what he gave me.

The trip helped me a lot. I had stayed sober, and untouched for the whole six months and I felt a lot better. After that, he asked if I would be his girlfriend. I accepted. He rented a small house for us, while he worked at a major internet company. And after a while, he started a business of his own, which quickly turned out to be successful. We married and had an incredibly nice life for a while, away from my hometown. Away from my past.

Though in our marriage, it was quickly apparent that he did not have a very high sex-drive. We had sex barely once a week. He told me a few times that he did not want to bring me back into temptation, but it was obvious that he just didn't like sex with me very much. Maybe he found me disgusting, maybe he was gay, I don't know, but he was a good husband. A very good husband. So I stayed faithful.

Until one day. My older sister suddenly stepped on my doorstep. Her name is Sarah. I hadn't spoken to her in 6 years since I left town. I hadn't spoken to my whole family in that time. Not even Lena here, even though she was still so young when I left. I invited Sarah in, a little perplexed.

She told me she knew about my exploits. She knew about the ****, the sex. She said she knew all along. She said she wanted to help me with it, She told me she had gone through the same experience before me. But she had found something that was of enormous help to her. She was saved from it. It was not uncommon for children from these cult-like Christian families to fall into the same traps.

I told her that I was happy now. I was already saved. I had a happy life now with a husband. I had a good life. She asked if I was really happy, and if I not still had those urges. Urges to fuck everyone in sight. I lied and said no, I don't. I'm happy now. She told me to call her if I changed my mind. When I wanted to speak the truth.

A few weeks later, after a lot of thinking, I called her. I had so many urges, you see. Of course I did. Nymphomania doesn't just go away after a trip to Asia. I wanted to fuck everyone, friends of Jakob, my general practicioner, the dentist, even you. My 16 year old neighbor. I would have traumatized you for life. I felt horribly guilty all the time, especially because of Jakob.

I told Sarah about this, and she told me not to worry. She said she would come pick me up that Saturday. I told Jakob that I would have a girl's night out, but he was working that night anyway, so he didn't pay the matter much attention.

Sarah came straight after dinner, 7:30-ish. She seemed really happy to see me. I felt sorry that I had left her, and my other sisters behind. They were always my only rocks, back in the day. But Jakob had never approved of this, he hated my family. He hated them for brainwashing me, hurting me into a sex and **** addiction. He was forceful that way.

We arrived at a small church then, it was in the middle of nowhere. Just somewhere in a field. It seemed so strange to me then. Like I was being led back in another cult. I almost wanted to leave. But Sarah told me not to worry. It's not a cult. More like a self-help group. So I agreed. Reluctantly.

That night changed my life. The place was full of people exactly like me, who had gone through exactly the same things as I have. They completely changed my way of thinking, and I was truly saved. I realized their way of living was revolutionary. They could change the world for the better.

This seems a little too overwhelming, I know, but I truly believe this. I wanted to get involved in this church and their beliefs, and I wanted Jakob to be involved too. I know now that asking someone to change their beliefs is a big question, and I should not have put him through that. But I was so convinced it would help us, not only as a couple but as people too.

He was horrified. Of course he was. It's such a big change. So he left me. And when I knew it was over, I sought contact again with my sisters. That's how I got Lena to stay here. She was going through the same things as I did, and I put her to school here and got her into the church.'

Wanda smiles at Lena. 'She saved me.' Lena beams.

You're worried now, after this whole, detailed story. You're not too interested in a religion, and leaving Wanda almost seems reasonable if she turned really christian again. But how could they be? Lena was sitting there half-naked for a start, that doesn't seem very christian. Are they playing a joke on you?

Lena then asks the very confrontational question; 'Maybe you want to go to church with us tonigh? What do you say, Robbie?'

'Well, uhm...' you hestitantly start.

'Don't just ask him like that, Lena!' Wanda snaps angrily. 'You can see he's not interested. I don't want him to leave now too.'

This breaks your heart a little. Even though she now seems to be in a cult, you can't help but love her. She's still that beautiful, kind neighbor that sparkled your sexual interest. She's still as beautiful as the day you first saw her, still absolutely deliscious.

'It's okay, Wanda. I wouldn't leave you like that never leave you like that.' You smile. She smiles back at you happily.

'So you'll come? Tonight?' Lena asks