In my line of work, you often spend hours at a time with other people's husbands. It's illuminating.
I'm not married. Never have been. So maybe I'm talking out of my ass here, but...I'm pretty sure that most of the "my wife just doesn't understand me"/ "she doesn't like sex" crowd is not telling the truth. Not the whole truth, anyway.
In my experience, there are way more people who want to roleplay than want to be beaten. The longer you stay in the game, the less you have to wade through the roleplayers, but they still make up the biggest chunk of the overall industry's clientele.
Think about that: married men are looking to have a sexy time with women who are not their wives... but the women have to pretend to be someone other than themselves. (Because a 20-something in a whisper of vinyl and 5inch heels isn't exciting enough?) Yet it never occurs to the men that maybe this desire to micromanage their interactions with women is a possible source (or at least a major symptom) of the fucked uppedness of their marriage.
Now don't get me wrong: I don't see married men who see sex workers or have girlfriends as being the scourge of the earth or anything. I've got my own fucked up issues (too many to enumerate here), so I'm in no position to judge.
Mostly, it's just sort of sad. It makes you look at your own relationship and wonder if this is how they started out with their wives: if the secrets and the lies are something looming large and inevitably over your own future.
But that's always what's so weird about being the other woman, I think: knowing just a little too much about the mechanics of an extramarital relationship. Knowing that it takes so little. That it could happen to anyone.