Yes

You arrive home and put the letter on the counter. Suddenly your phone beeps. It's a message from your wife. She sent you a photo of her lifting her skirt up in the womens bathroom. Another text comes through.

"Get that tongue ready, I'm going to ride your face for hours."

What has gotten into your wife? Not your dick, obviously, but she seems to be getting dirtier by the day. You go upstairs and throw your shirt and pants deep into the laundry basket. "Better have a shower too," you think to yourself.

Your wife arrives home a couple of hours later. "Miss me?" she asks, as she comes in the front door.

"Haha, of course." you reply.

"What did Dr. Asher say, honey?"

"Actually, it's Dr. Linderman now. Dr. Asher retired. Anyway, she asked me to give you this." You tremble slightly as you hand over the letter.

"She?" your wife asks. "Is she pretty?"

You cough nervously. "Not as pretty as you."

She laughs. "Alright, get your butt upstairs. I hope you haven't forgotten about our agreement!"

You laugh with her, but you're actually quite anxious. "Haha, I didn't. See you up there."

You walk into your bedroom and lie down on the bed. What could that letter say? If it details what happened at the doctors office you are going to be in a lot of trouble.

Your wife comes up the stairs and into the bedroom. "Strip," she says unceremoniously. You take off your pants and shirt, and your wife takes two of your ties out of the drawer. "I'm going to tie you up now."

"Wait, what? What did that letter say?"

"Oh nothing, really. Just that your little problem isn't physical. I think maybe if I spice things up a little we may get somewhere."

You move your hand up to stop her tying your other hand to the bed. She slaps your hand away. "Trust me, honey. This is going to be fun."

Pretty soon your arms are tied up above your head and to the bedpost. "Right where I want you" your wife says. She stands in front of you and begins to peel off her clothes. Pretty soon she is standing before you in her bra and pantyhose. "Like what you see, baby?" You nod your head in agreement. She looks down at your limp cock. "Hmmm, obviously not enough." She snaps her fingers. "I know, let's watch some porn together! It's been ages since we've done that. I'll get your laptop."

As she exits the room to get your laptop from the office you realise with a start that you forgot to delete your browser history from last night! You try to free yourself but these knots are surprisingly strong. "Baby, it's ok!" you yell down the hallway. "We don't need to look at anything!"

"Nonsense," your wife says when she returns with your laptop. She places it on the bed in front of you and sits next to you on the bed. "Now, let's see what we have here." She instantly clicks on your browser history.

"Hmmm... what's this?"