As promised, a cuckold love story...

Here begins a story that was written by one of my readers. There is much more to come. He calls the story "Spinning".

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Spinning, Installment 1

I was nervous as hell. At her request, I had taken off my clothes and set them in a small trunk next to the door. I was positioned in front of a throne-like chair, where I was blindfolded and made to kneel, my hands tied tightly behind my back and my feet locked into a stretcher bar. She had left the room for at least ten minutes while I knelt motionless and silent. She finally returned. I heard her footsteps and I could smell the light fragrance of her perfume.

“You didn’t think I’d abandoned you, did you?”

“No, Mistress,” was my curt reply.

“Don’t call me Mistress. My name is Suzanne, not ‘Mistress’. A simple yes or no will do.”

“Sorry.”

“As I said on the phone, I’m quite different than other professional dominants. Unlike these other women, I’m going to give you what you want. I am going to fulfill your need to be owned and controlled, not merely play at it in the context of a timed session. Your opportunity to back out of this arrangement ended when you walked in my door. While you agreed to this, I think you are yet to comprehend what it will mean to you.”

I felt her lift my arms behind my back. She appeared to secure them to a hook hanging from the ceiling. With my arms in this position I was completely helpless. They were lifted to the point that they were uncomfortable, but not painful. Nonetheless, this was an extremely vulnerable position and combined with the fact that I was still blindfolded, I felt very much a sense of physical helplessness that matched my mental state of submission.

“I’m going to read directly from your application,” she said. “If anything is not correct, I want you to point it out to me.”

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Ok, you are thirty-seven years old. You are married… what’s your wife’s name? I don’t want any secrets between us.”

“Kay, I said. “Her name is Katherine, but everyone calls her Kay.”

“You work as an executive for a big corporation… why so vague? What corporation do you work for and what do you do?”

“I work for Star Technology, I’m VP of sales for one of their divisions.”

“What division? What do you sell?”

“Networking,” I answered, hoping this was specific enough.

“What’s your boss’ name?”

“My boss’ name?” I asked. I felt a hard slap against my cheek.

“Don’t question me. I ask the questions. I’m in control.”

“Ray Minota… he’s the corporate senior vice president of sales and marketing.”

“Better,” said Suzanne. “Now let’s get past these silly little logistical questions and move to some more interesting subjects. When I asked you how long you’ve been submissive, you answered… well, let me just read what you put down?

I honestly think I was born a hard-wired submissive. Ever since I was a child, I have been aware of the fact that images of authoritative women in popular culture have excited me. Even before I reached adolescence I knew that this was true. When I did hit puberty, this awareness became wrapped up with my sexuality and has occupied more than its fair share of my sexual fantasies and even day to day thinking.

At first I didn’t understand my fascination, but then I discovered that there was a niche corner of the adult sex industry associated with it, and I began to explore it. I dabbled a bit in pornography and then experimented in my early twenties with a number of professional dominatrix’s. This is where I first experienced strap-on-training, golden showers, corporal punishment, bondage, and all the bread and butter activities that you see on websites all the time.

To be honest, my early experience with professional dominants left me unfulfilled. It was as if the activities themselves were not at all what I was seeking. What I really wanted was a sense of truly being controlled. I wanted to have an inescapable and overpowering sense of being made to do things by a powerful woman whether I wanted to or not. Unable to find this, I did my best to run away from my fascination with female authority altogether.”

Suzanne stopped reading. I couldn’t see her, but it sounded as if she was taking a sip of water. “What do you mean when you say you tried to run away from female authority?”

“I tried to quit cold turkey. I stopped looking at femdom websites, I tried to quit thinking about it, but there was even more. My attitude towards women became very disrespectful, it was a very bad time for me.”

“And what changed?” asked Suzanne, seeming genuinely curious.

“I gave up fighting. I accepted my submission as a part of who I am.”

“But your wife doesn’t know about it. Tell me about this.”
“I love my wife. I know it seems disingenuous to say that given that I’m coming to you, that I’m back to a paying a professional dominatrix again, but I do love her. It’s just that she’s a very conservative, vanilla woman. She would never go for this, she doesn’t understand it or even want to understand it.”

“But I thought you found professional dominants very ‘unfulfilling’. What makes you think this time will be different?”

“I don’t know. I saw your ad and just couldn’t resist calling you.”

“This time will be different, Jay. You don’t understand it yet, but this time will definitely be different. I promise you that you will feel controlled. You will obey me, and while you may not like it sometimes, I am the only thing that can satisfy you.”

I heard Suzann’s heels click on the floor. She stood from where she was sitting and stepped up to me. My eyes were blindfolded, but I could sense her standing directly in front of me. Her fingers touched the back of my head and pulled me into her waist. I could feel her trimmed pussy touching my face.

“Do you like being so close to my pussy, Jay?”

“Yes,” I moaned.

“Kiss it, Jay.”

I planted a very gentle kiss against the top of her shaved pubic hairs.

“That’s a sweet kiss, Jay, but I bet you want more. Would you like to lick my pussy, Jay?”

“Yes, Suzanne.”

“Do you want to lick it more than you want to lick your wonderful wife Kay’s pussy?”

“Yes, Suzanne.”

“Say it.”

“I want to lick your pussy more than Kay’s. I’ll do anything to taste your pussy, please Suzanne.”

“I don’t think you’ve earned the right to do that, Jay. What about my asshole, Jay? Maybe I can let you taste my asshole. Do you ever lick Kay’s asshole?”

“I don’t lick her asshole. I would love to lick yours.”

“Ok, just a taste. Stick out your tongue….”

I again felt her hand on the back of my head. She pulled my face into her ass, and my tongue searched out her puckered rosebud. I expected only a brief moment of contact, but she let me linger, and I explored as deeply into her flesh as I could, feeling arousal wrap me like a blanket as this humbling act touched deep psychological chords.

She pulled her ass away from me, and she apparently squatted down to put her face on level with mine. “Did you like the way my ass tasted, Jay?”

“Yes, thank you, Suzanne.”

“So you’d kiss my pussy and lick my ass… what else would you do for me? Would you suck a cock for me, Jay?”

“I don’t know….”

“Oh, Jay. I don’t like what I’m hearing. Let me ask you again. Would you suck a cock for me?”

“Yes, yes, Suzanne. I would suck a cock for you. I would do anything for you.”

“Would you let him cum in your mouth, Jay?”

“Yes, if you wanted it.”

“Better answer. What if I let you lick my asshole, then made you suck a cock, had him cum in your mouth, and then… here’s the fun part… made you go home and kiss Kay… without brushing your teeth or anything… if you had to go home and kiss Kay… with ass and cum on your breath. Would you do that, Jay?”

“Yes, I would do anything for you.”

“Jay, I think you might just be a fucking liar. But you know what… I’m going to make an honest man out of you. I’m going to give you a taste of what it really feels like to be controlled by a woman. Before I’m done with you, I really will own you. You have no idea what that means, but you will. You think you like the way it sounds. It scares you, but still you like it. I think you will eventually love it, but it will get worse before it gets better.”

“I do want you to control me. I feel it happening already.”

“You have no idea, Jay. Let’s get you unshackled, take your blindfold off and give you a good fucking to remember who the bitch is around here. Would you like that?”

“Yes, very much.”

I heard her unclick the hook that suspended my arms to the ceiling. She next unclasped my wrists. I first let them drop, but then lifted and rubbed each of them with my other hand. I felt her move around me and unhook my ankles from the stretcher bars. I remained blindfolded and on my knees and could sense her take a position in front of me. My cock was rock hard between my legs. I felt her hand grab my balls firmly, and I sensed her face very close to my own. She was very nearly kissing me, and I could taste the air between us. It was sweet with her breath.

“Of all the men that come to see me,” she began whispering in my ear, “You are special among them. I have chosen you. I play with them, I’m going to own you… really. I want you to think about that as I fuck you right now. Lie back like a good boy and open your legs.”

She lifted the blindfold off of my eyes. Her tongue traced the top of my lip and up along my cheek. She closed my eyes with her mouth. Her hair fell around me, and she gently lowered me onto my back, keeping my legs spread wide. With a light behind her, she glowed magnificently. She had a red corset, blond hair, and a black phallus strapped to her crotch. “This is a very small cock,” she told me. “You will learn to take larger, but I want this to be about pleasure, not pain.”

With this I felt her strap-on penetrate my ass. I arched my back and moaned as she worked up to a steady rhythm. She pushed my legs apart and leaned into me, her long hair falling on my chest. “Tell me, Jay, am I fulfilling you?”

“Yes, oh yes.”

“Are you beginning to get the idea that this is for real?”

“Yes, Suzanne. I really… oh, oh… I am.”

“You don’t know the half of it. You will have financial commitments to me, personal commitments, time commitments…. you will honor them, right Jay?” She pulled her cock from my ass and stood above me.

“Yes, anything for you, Suzanne.”

“Good boy. Now my kitchen is a fucking mess. Get in there and clean the dishes, clean the oven, and clean the floor on your knees.”

I stood and walked towards the door. I could feel the looseness in my well-fucked asshole. I clenched my ass tightly which must have made my walk look funny. “Suzanne, is it….”

“Open the door,” she said, “It’s down the hallway on the left. The cleaning supplies are under the sink.”

Naked and humbled, I walked into the kitchen. She wasn’t kidding; it was really a mess. I walked over to the sink to get started on the dishes. That’s when I first looked over into the living room and saw that I wasn’t alone. There was a man in there, wearing jeans and no t-shirt, watching ESPN on the television. He ignored me, so I just continued to go about my business. I filled one half of the sink with warm soapy water, making certain that the dirtiest dishes were being soaked while I started washing and rinsing what I could. I was placing items on the drying rack when Suzanne walked in. She was wearing a short, silk robe.

“What do you think of my new bitch?” she asked the man in the living room.

“Send him in.” With a nod of her head, Suzanne sent me off for inspection. I stood in front of this man, turned myself around to give him a better look, and then remained standing with my head bowed. This was more humiliating than anything that had happened between Suzanne and me in private. My cock hung smallish and limp between my legs.

“He needs to cut back on carbs, do some sit-ups, some push-ups and trim his pubes back a bit. That’s what I think.” He waived me away with my hand and I headed back to the kitchen.

“Did you get that?

“Yes, ma’am,” I responded.

“Good. Finish cleaning the kitchen. Make sure Ryan here approves of your work, then go grab your clothes – they are next to the door to my chamber – and get yourself dressed. There is a key on top of your clothes. You’ll need it to open the back door when you come here tomorrow morning at 6:30 a.m. Coffee will be made, it’s on a timer. Get two cups and bring it in to us in our bedroom on a try with cream and sugar. Ryan goes to work by 7:00, so don’t be late.”

“But I can’t, I have an appointment tomorrow and….”

“Jay… didn’t you just get done acknowledging that I own you… I control you. Don’t give me any fucking excuses. Be here by 6:30. Oh, and don’t dare fuck your wife between now and then. Don’t even touch your cock; I own it too.”

She turned and left, going into her bedroom. She was apparently getting dressed, as I saw her leave her room and head out the front door in jeans with her car keys in her hand. I spent an hour finishing up in the kitchen before I finally asked Ryan in to inspect it. “Kneel,” he commanded while he looked around. He was younger than me, and taller. He had thick blonde hair and a smooth, well-muscled chest. “I approve,” he said. “Get dressed and get out of here.”

I scurried back to the chambers and did as I was told. I put the key in my pocket and contemplated how I would get out of my appointment in the morning. I could do it this time, but how could I do this repeatedly. What had I gotten myself into? In the height of my mental submission, I had agreed to more than I really thought she would do. I thought it was just a game. I surrendered myself and she took complete advantage of the circumstances.

The Femdom Study Group

I don't really know much about this, except that I was contacted by the gentleman below and asked to help him get the world out on his charter study. To me it looks like a very worthwhile project as first-hand research on submissive men is almost unheard of in the academic and even on-line world. Here, in part, is his email:

I am preparing to launch the FSG Charter Study. One of the Femdom Study Group's key objectives is to conduct primary research aimed at better understanding the nature, origins and habits of submissive men. A better understanding of these topics will afford both submissive men and the women who love them a greater context with which to nurture positive behavior and interpersonal relationships stemming from this phenomena. Although modest in scope and somewhat quasi-scientific in regard to sampling technique, this study has in fact been designed by an accredited survey professional. We expect that collecting the results will take several months. Aggregate level results will be published on our blog.

I would also like to ask that you mention the study on your website update to help us recruit respondents. They may participate in the study by sending an email request to me at femdomstudygroup (at gmail.com)

I encourage you all to contact them and give honest feedback in the survey. Here is a link to his blog:

http://femdomstudygroup.blogspot.com/2007/12/introducing-fsg-charter-study.html

Serializing a work of fiction

I will be serializing the work of fiction I mentioned in an earlier post. It is well-written, intense and erotic. I will not serialize the entire story, but will stop at some point and offer the remainder for a modest fee. However, what is free will be of some high interest and value to most of you.

It is the story of a man that chosses to explore his submissive nature with a professional dominatrix. He finds his fantasies spinning out of control as the boyfriend of his dominatrix sets out to fulfill the man's cuckold fantasies by seducing his wife.

There are no new ideas, but there is capable prose, and I find it all very interesting. It will be some time before it is completed.

Stay tuned.

I have been letting you down

I feel as though I have been letting all of you down. My blog, and my later project started off with such enthusiasm, but new posts and new progress have become so rare that they and I fade to obscurity. It is so much more difficult to maintain momentum than I ever anticipated.

I have made many associations through this site, and one just forwarded me the first of several chapters of a work of erotic fiction that he has just begun. Now let me say that I have received dozens of first starts at such work. Most if not all have disappointed me within the first paragraphs. His writing, however, is remarkable.

He has offered his work and himself at my service, but I am as yet undecided about how we should proceed. Although I know it disappoints many, I would somehow like for he and I to profit from it. Unfortunately, I do now know how to go about this. Anyone that has any ideas, please let me know. I am afraid that this blog was just too much to maintain without somehow having a modest financial incentive as motive to continue.

Hopefully the archives offer something to newcomers.

It happened again last night

My husband and I have been courting a gentleman for months now. We met him at a restaurant located on a lake not so near our home that we might have expected to run into friends.

It was just drinks at first. This evolved into a friendship between "Johnathon" and my husband. It was obvious from very early on that we had more than a casual interest in Johnathon, but it was months before we opened up completely about the very special nature of my relationship with my husband.

Last night was emotional poetry. My husband slept on the floor at the side of the bed while I lay wrapped in my lover's arms. In the dark, I touched myself and collected Johnathon's spent seed on the very tip of my finger. I dangled my hand over the side of the bed where my very restless husbnad found it and eagerly sucked it from my fingertip.

Working on a New Project

Forgive me. I am consistent only in my inconstistency.

I am working on a new project which I will eventually announce in the pages of this blog. Please be patient, as it will surely take a long time.

I can tell you that my husband and I have been consumed in happiness as of late. If I have been inconsistent with my posts, I have not been inconsistent in my nurturing of his submission. Everything we have done together has made our relationship stronger and more fully developed than ever.

Please do not hesitate to post just to let me know how you are all doing in your own lives.

A Wonderful Camping Trip

We just returned from a camping trip out west. This was very unlike us as I am obviously the pampered sort and my husband's idea of roughing it typically involves the largest of my strap-on toys.

There were at least two elements of our camping trip which had a very sexual element which might be of interest to all of you.

One was a wonderful love-making experience that we had on a river bank opening up to a broad expanse of open, rocky shore. You could see miles down the river in both directions and hundreds of yards back until the rocky ground gave way to a grove of trees at the base of a small ledge rising up above those same trees. In this isolated but very public area my husband stripped, prepared me my lunch, and generally served my comforts while I relaxed and enjoyed the moment. Later, he serviced me orally and eventually we had intercouse. I was so moved by the moment that I allowed him the very rare treat of releasing his seed inside my body.

The other element of note was the fact that I did not bathe for the entire six days of our trip. There were times during the week that we were engaged in very strenuous hiking, and while it was never very warm, I still worked up heavy perspiration on some days. All of this made my musk quite strong, and this was much to the delight of my husband. Later, when we were together in our tent, even I was quite overwhelmed by the perfume of my own body that lingered on my husband's face.

I don't know if there is anything to the science of pheremones or not, but I will definately say that both of our libido's were very strong that week. I am reminded that Napolean once wrote Josephine and instructed her not to bathe before he returned to see her. I think I see why.

Synchronized Breathing

I love to lie next to my husband and syncrhonize our breathing in such a way that my every exhale is his every inhale. The air from my lungs is as intimate as any of the other bodily exchanges I have described on here, and offers a wonderful window to intimacy. Also, not all of our intimate activity provides us face to face contact. I do love my husband, after all, and love staring into his eyes.

Melancholy and Femdom

There is certainly an emotional rhythm to the joy I take in controlling my husband and the joy he takes in surrendering to me. He tells me that on rainy days, he can more quickly and deeply immerse himself in subspace. This may be a reflection of the fact that I am less playful, but more sincere and noticeably more intense in my demands when the gloom of the weather affects my mood.

I think when we retreat into our minds and are less distracted by the activities that good weather affords us, we are more open to true intimacy. For my husband and I, intimacy is so easily expressed in terms of power exchange. I suppose that the silver linings around the rain clouds in our lives are easily wrapped around his neck with one end in my delicate hand.

Anatomy and Metaphor

It can be no coincidence that two of the activities that seem to have the most metaphorical significance to my husband and I involve the same small patch of our respective anatomies.

I love the physical sensatin of my husband's tongue on my labia and clitoris, but nothing quite says adoration like his tongue in my asshole. Yes, it has a very pleasant physical sensation associated with it, but there is something else. There is a certain comfort I take in the eagerness with which he worships this tiny rosebud that makes it all very special. Also, I know that it strains his tongue like mere oral sex does not. His analingnus is more of a thrusting motion than his cunilingnus, and I know it wears him out terribly to do it as long as I require.

Likewise, his own asshole brings me pleasure. I am resolute that it is a sense of feminine and not masculine power that I feel when I penetrate him with my own prosthetic cock. We most often do this in front of a large mirror that we have hung in the loft area where my massage table sits. He watches himself become my slut, which is something akin but slightly different from being my servant. He has told me that, physically, this is actually no comfort to him. Emotionally, however, he begs me for it.

Television Show Featuring Submissive Husbands

I received an email making me aware of the ABC show Wife Swap's interest in featuring a household where the husband is submissive and the wife dominant. Apparently, the show contacted Emily Addison to solicit help in finding such a couple, and she has posted a letter to that effect on her blog. Even given the $20,000 fee to participate, I am afraid I value my privacy a bit much for this. However, it occurs to me that it would be a wonderful adventure for a mainstream husband to show up in the house of a cuckoldress: "And now we live by my rules. Do be a dear and taste my lover's seed."

In any event, I think that the general public is not ready for loving female authority as the media remains too interested in the shock value of the lifestyle and not at all interested in the very genuine benefits. I believe that a sincere approach to the topic would have great interest to the audience of Oprah, the View, or any of these mainstream talk shows.

A Golden Pleasure Not Often Discussed

Since first writing about my initial experiences in having my husband consume my golden nectar, I have not said much more about this. We still practice this very often. In fact, he has become so good at it that I can be sitting in our den and urinate in his mouth without any fear that he will spill a drop. For anyone that has real and not fantasy experience with this practice, you know that my confidence in this represents quite an accomplishment on his part.

While he loves the symbolic nature of the act, he still abhors the taste of my urine. However, he has overcome the gag reflex and has conditioned his throat to remain always open so that he can consume my stream continuously and in large part without intermittent swallowing. We do not do it every day because we suspect it may not be the best thing for his body to be forever consuming my waste products, but it does happen several times a week.

I had once heard that drinking pineapple juice would flavor my urine. However, I drank a half gallon, and he indicated that it had no impact. What does impact the taste is how much water I have had in the hours prior. I can water down my urine, but I still want to make it taste like something special to him. I want him to crave the urine itself and not just the metaphor.

Any suggestions would be welcome.

Old Posts Seem as if Written by Another

There are certain of my older posts that I cherish as if lookihg through a scrapbook of black and white memories. Others seem unfamiliar, as if written by someone else. Focus is crucial to making any relationship work, not just a femdom relationship. I feel that I let myself and my husband down by not taking proper stewardship over our intimacy.

One thing that does not seem unfamiliar to me is all the wonderful comments that have been posted as of late. I am truly grateful for your patience in waiting for me to come out of the wilderness.

Suffering for Me

Yesterday afternoon, I spread grains of rice on the hardwood floors of our bedroom. I had my husband strip and kneel there, his hands behind his back, until 11:00 p.m. This was an eight hour ordeal. I suggest that my readers try kneeling on rice for ten minutes before dismissing the intensity of this act.

At 11:00, he came into the bed and pleasured me with his mouth. Afterwards he was permitted to have intercourse and climax inside me. He then cleaned up - the rice and otherwise - before going to bed.

I believe that we need physical intimacy that stems from penetrative sex. I believe that the presence of his seed in my body is restorative to both of us. I am happy, however, that the ritual suffering that precedes this activity is now taking place.

It is a small sacrifice given the weight of the reward.

Loving Me

Imagine me sitting back against an abundance of pillows. The room is lit by candles, my mind is warm with wine. My very wonderful but unfamiliar lover has stood up from the bed and watches me as he pulls on his clothes. My eyes are afixed on him as we share a smile. My gaze remains intact as my loving husband emerges from the shadows to position himself between my legs. He consumes me and knows in those moments an emotional and psychological place that completes him. My lover smiles, but shakes his head as if to indicate a complete lack of understanding of this man between my legs. If he mounted my husband, it would not seem to emasculate him as much. My lover finishes dressing and kisses me before bidding me goodbye. He ignores my husband.

In this moment I knew that these addictions must be controlled.

New Beginnings

The storm came very suddenly. We realized that we had become addicted to the roles that felt so natural to us, and we felt compelled to intensify our positions in the relationship. When we had gone as far as we could go, we explored tangents that seemed only remotely connected to where this had all begun.

We retreated, we repaired. We are through with the two steps back, and we are again engaged in two steps forward. He rubs and kisses my feet as I type this.

Goodnight for now.

Interesting Article

Please see the following article reprinted from the ABC News website. It talks about how a woman's infidelity can strengthen a marriage. It mentions nothing even close to cuckolding, but some of the underlying dynamics that drive the ideas in this marriage are surely those same dynamics that drive the intimacy in cuckolding.

In any event, this is a very interesting article.

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June 21, 2006 — Dan and Kelly Gengler got married when they were 21 and had two children early in the relationship.

At first they were happy, but postpartum depression and Dan Gengler's long workdays and preoccupation with sports caused the young couple to drift apart.

"I didn't really know who I was or had no idea who Dan was, and I felt myself starting to pull back," Kelly Gengler said. "I started seeking other ways to be emotionally fulfilled, which ended in my having an affair and leaving everything behind."

Her affair stunned Dan Gengler.

"I was angry," he said. "When I first found out about it, and I was kind of just dumbfounded."

A 2004 ABC News poll found that 15 percent of spouses had cheated at some point during their marriage. The Journal of Sex Research found that 25 percent of men and 15 percent of women had cheated.

Kelly Gengler's affair nearly destroyed her marriage. It ultimately, however, brought her closer to her husband.

"Our relationship is definitely stronger," he said. "We've learned a lot about each other and a lot about ourselves."

Kelly Gengler left her husband for six months before convincing him that they should give their marriage another chance. The two went on a retreat with other struggling couples and learned how to make their marriage work, and, most importantly, love again.

"Would I choose to go through the experience of an affair and nearly divorcing in order to become stronger in our marriage? Absolutely not," she said. "Would we be where we are without that happening? I don't think so. I fully believe we would already be divorced."

A Learning Experience

There are other well-known examples of couples who have weathered highly publicized affairs: President Clinton and Sen. Hillary Rodham Clinton, Bill and Camille Cosby, and Frank and Kathie Lee Gifford.

"People often do get past this and the way in which they do this is by really learning what's happening in their relationship," said psychiatrist Keith Ablow.

In a New York Times article on Tuesday, Ablow wrote that infidelity could prompt a couple to re-examine their needs and re-ignite the passion in their relationship.

"I'm not saying that you should forget," Ablow said. "What you should take away from this is that marriage is a vital enterprise. It needs to be fed constantly."

Belisa Vranich, a clinical psychologist and the sex and relationships editor for Men's Fitness magazine, says that the betrayal of infidelity is so great that most couples can't overcome it.

"Sometimes the infidelity is the last straw," Vranich said. "It's the end of the chapter."

However, Ablow says that sometimes the infidelity can lead to the second chapter of a marriage.

Both Ablow and Vranich agreed that there were some couples who should take infidelity as a sign that they should split.

"If someone is repeatedly straying and making it known to the other spouse either consciously or subconsciously and doing it in such a hurtful way, there is probably such a disregard for the feeling of the other partner," Ablow said.

"If one spouse has no interest in cooperating to make the marriage work, it probably will not work," he said.

Keith Ablow will star in a daytime TV show later this year. To learn more, visit www.keithablow.com.

Intimacy

When we are engaged in sex, we are conscious of certain sensual details. The feeling of hair sweeping across our cheeks, scratching against our eyelashes. The warmth of a hand on our waist, the stickiness of it pulling away from our warm body to reposition itself elsewhere. The push of your lover's exhale from their chest against yours followed instantly by his or her breath. I believe these sensual details to be at the heart of physical intimacy.

When I describe sex, it seems as if I often recount the story of two shadows making love. The positions of bodies, the start-stop of intercourse, the movements, rhythms and syncopations of two silhouettes disconnected from their other senses. If these descriptions are to inform the reader at all as to the actual events, than they are by their very nature less intimate than the experience itself. I suppose this is at it should be.

I write this because I think it is a metaphor for what my husband tried to describe for me after our dinner party concluded. He said he felt as though we were playing our parts, but there was no true intimacy amongst any of us. I agree. I think the nature of casual aquaintences congealing into sexual activity is less than just the warm kisses of my husband on my ankles when he rubs my feet. I think we reached for something bold, but instead found an experience that might have been on par with an adult film. At the time it was quite absorbing, but afterwards, there was no intensity of his submission to enjoy. Furthermore, my husband has been quite himself since the evening ended. This was very unlike our past experiences in which my nurturing was his opiate.

Our Dinner Party Continues

Maria was absolutely soaked with passion. She rolled off of me and repositioned her body so that she still straddled me, but was now up on her knees facing away from me. Then Dave stood above her on the bed so that she could return to sucking his cock. It was once again semi-hard and still glistening with our fluids. When she had brought back the life in Dave's beautiful manhood, she rolled over so that she was still on top of me, with her face above mine, her elbows on either side of me and her ass in the air above my mid-section. Dave positioned himself behind her and started fucking her. She locked her mouth onto mine in a passionate kiss. I could feel every thrust of Dave's cock reflected in her breathing, the motions of her tongue, the quiver of her lips.

She was calling out to Paul, "Are you watching this? Are you watching this stud fuck your wife?" The taunts stopped, but the fucking continued. Maria's hair was hanging loosely and bouncing about my face. I reached up and touched her breasts. She repositioned herself so that I could put them in my mouth.

After what seemed like a very long time, Dave exploded in Maria. Paul was anxious to clean Dave's seed from his wife as my husband had done for me earlier. I got back up and propped against the pillows so that Maria could rest back against me as her husband went down on her. I kissed the back of her neck and played with her breasts as she gently rubbed her husband's shoulders.

Maria asked what we should do about our husband's hard cocks. I suggested that she learn how powerful it is to leave it that way for a few days. She laughed, pulling her husband's face away from her pussy by his hair. She asked him what he thought about becoming a full-time cuckold, and he just smiled and pulled himself back to devouring her.

When Maria was satisfied, she stood up and led me to the shower. Dave joined us, and afterwards, Paul and my husband both took separate showers. We all met up in the kitchen to drink coffee and finish sobering up before our guests departed.

Dinner Was Served

Dinner was served at 8:00.

Our guests arrived at 7:00. Maria and Paul, her husband, looked wonderful and were glowing with anticipation. With them was Dave, the friend that Maria had discussed on the phone. It turned out that Dave was an old friend of Maria's whom she had known before she ever met her husband. Dave had played with Maria and Paul on several occasions in the past. He was quite good looking. He was tall and thin, and as was the case with our other guests, much younger than I and my husband.

We were all dressed in casual clothes, the men in khaki shorts or jeans, the women in shorts. My husband offered beer or wine to everyone, and we were soon drinking and making the sort of small talk that must have seemed as silly to everyone else as it did to me given what we assumed was to follow. My husband was cooking a tenderloin on the grill, and he served it at 8:00 with a creamy polenta and grilled vegetables. New bottles of wine were opened for dinner. Everyone was delighted with the meal and quite relaxed by the time desert was served. Desert was ice cream served over a warm blueberry crisp.

Maria was the first one to steer the conversation to the topic that was undoubtably on everyone's mind. She told me that Paul and Dave were quite anxious to play their roles and asked if my husband was ready as well. I explained that it was not a matter of roleplaying for my husband, he was at my disposal always. Maria smiled. She clapped her hands twice and commanded Paul to assist my husband in cleaning up the dishes. She lifted a just-opened bottle of wine off the table, picked up her glass, and then invited Dave and I to join her in the living room.

She sat next to Dave on the couch with one arm around him and one leg stretched over both of his. I sat across from them in a high-backed chair. Maria asked me if I had ever been with a woman. I had not and told her so much. Her lingering smile suggested that she was anxious to seduce me. She stood and placed her wine glass on the table beside the couch. She kept her gaze on me as she lifted her shirt above her head revealing youthful breasts. I confess that I have occasionally fantasized about the beauty of the female form, and now I was inclined to indulge this fantasy.

Maria knelt in front of me and lifted my shirt just slightly to kiss my midsection. Then she unbuttoned my shorts and pulled them down and off of my ankles. She left my red lace panties on me as she pulled my legs up and onto her shoulders. She planted soft kisses on me through the panties. I was mesmerized by this young woman. I arched my back and positioned myself lower in the chair to make myself more available to her. I opened my eyes and saw that Paul and my own husband had taken positions on either side of me. Paul extended the wine glass to me, and I took a small sip. My husband put his hand on my head and gently brushed his fingers through my hair. Then, with my eyes again closed, I felt Maria slide my panties off. I felt her warm, soft mouth between my legs. After several minutes, she pulled away and instructed the two husbands to carry me into the bedroom where they propped me upright against some pillows.

I looked up to see that Dave was standing in the room completely naked. His tall, thin form was laced with muscles and he had barely an ounce of fat on his body. His cock hung semi-hard between his legs. Maria knelt in front of him and placed his cock in her mouth. I could see his erection take shape as she wrapped her mouth around it. Then she stood behind him and placed her hand around the base of his erection. She was guiding him towards me and my waiting body. I dropped into position to receive him, and spread my legs invitingly. In an instant he was on top of me and pushing his cock inside of me. My husband kissed my forehead. I took his hand and told him to watch everything that was happening. I screamed to David to fuck me. I was an animal as his cock slammed in and out of me with no rhythm that I could decipher.

David taunted my husband. He rubbed his finger on my clit as he continued to penetrate me. He lifted his finger to my husband and asked him if he would like to taste how excited his wife was. My husband licked at David's fingers with a sweet affection that I knew belonged to me. I soon became lost in the powerful strokes of David's cock until finally, following a sustained pause in David's motions, he released his seed into my body. David pulled out and collapsed backwards on the bed.

By this time Maria had stripped off the remainder of her clothes. She pulled away the pillows against which I had been propped and climbed on top of me, positioning her pussy over my face. I tasted another woman for the first time ever. I was awash in lustful pleasure and could not even watch as my husband took his place between my legs to taste the warm potion that Dave and I had created for him. I could sense his enthusiasm as his tongue went deep into my body to swallow every drop of our fluids.