I actually try to give you opportunities to eye off attractive men so that I can watch you.”“Do you? There’s a name for men who want their wife ...o sleep with other men, isn’t there, cockatoo or something like that. I read about it in a magazine once.”“The word is cuckold or cuck. How did it make you feel reading about it?”“It made me feel a little bit excited knowing that there are women who could have sex with men other than their husband but I never thought….” Jim cut her off.“You never. We were just dancing.’ He doesn’t seem convinced so I go into my hated lovie routine. My hands wrap around his neck and I pull my face close to his. Staring into his eyes I whisper, ‘You’re the man for me and you always will be.’ And I watch the ice melt a little. I am playing my cards close. I will drop him, but not quite yet. I think I should drop him hard when I do. I want him to see that he has lost me and that I never really cared about him at all. I want him to see that he is a loser. I let the crop lie quietly on her left cheek. She flinched. Then ...I brought the crop down hard on her cheek. She yelped, as much in surprise as pain I think. A red mark quickly formed where I had landed the first blow. I stroked her right cheek with the crop. She tensed. The second blow landed opposite the first. This time she took it in silence but flinched from the sharpness of the strike. I stopped to admire my handiwork before returning to the left cheek. I continued left then right for a. This was the time before piss tests, so pretty much everyone smoked pot and drank a lot. I was 19 at the time. One of the guys in my shop 9I will call him Crocket) had a wife named Lois. She was 18 and still in high school. Lois was tall, blond with blue eyes and an absolute fox. She was slim and blessed with 38C breasts. One night we were partying pretty hard and I ended up sleeping on their couch. I woke up and found Lois standing next to me on the couch, just staring at me. She was only.