To: auntpaulaknows@lifeslittleissues.com

Dear Aunt Paula,

When I met my fiancée “Belinda” three years ago, she was very open about her previous relationships (both with men and with women) and her general wild life. That was cool, and some of her stories were – well, kind of exciting. But the past is the past, that’s what I told her. And that’s what I believed, but I’m not so sure now.

Two months ago, our sex life cooled off. We were still active, but she wasn’t as responsive to me. She said it was the stress of planning a holiday wedding, but I’ve been the one working out all of the details - except for her family’s invitation list. And since then, sometimes I’d come out of the bathroom or head into the kitchen and find her suddenly hanging up her phone.

Now, all that might just have been the wedding stress playing games with my own mind. But two weeks ago when I got home late, she was in the shower, and I heard her phone vibrating against the book on her pillow. I just flipped it over and saw two words.

Tassels. Tonight.

I turned the phone back over and hustled out of the bedroom to put the TV on and look like I was watching the Lakers. The next thing I knew, she came out of the bedroom in a floral caftan showing every curve, and brushed a casual kiss to my cheek while apologizing that her maid of honor was melting down and she had to go put out the fire.

Paula, that caftan is an easy-off dress. Tassels is the men’s club that my fiancée danced at five years ago. So you’ll understand why I got really worried and did what you always say in your advice column not to do. I went to the bedroom and got into her computer. I didn’t dare take a lot of time, in case this was all a misunderstanding and she came back quickly, but I did find two email accounts I hadn’t known about.

I didn’t sleep at all well that night. Belinda came home well after midnight and spooned against me, sliding her nipples against my back, but I just ignored my erection and let my eyes stay closed, and managed to get to sleep.

Three days later, she went to a meeting with the wedding planner, and I got a good chance to look around. Paula, she had a whole folder of nudes. NUDES. And not pictures that I had taken – these were explicit of her, showing off her ass, thighs wide open, fingering herself, using a dildo, you name it. They were definitely Belinda; I looked closely and identified all of her little personal marks. And the timestamps were all in the last month! So this was something NEW!

I had a planning progress meeting with her mother after seeing all of that; somehow, I managed to keep my face normal while we discussed bridesmaid dresses and table decorations. After that, the wedding planner’s secretary called to let me know that Belinda wouldn’t be home until after dinner. So I dug into the two email accounts I’d just discovered.

Oh god Aunt Paula – you think the pictures were bad? She was getting REQUESTS and sending out short VIDEOS! I mean, what the hell! The things she was doing, pretending that a dildo was a cock, some were positions she’d never even shown me she could do. I had to break away and jack off four or five times before it hit me – this was like ADVERTISING!