I sat on the edge of the bed; my mind flooded with thoughts and emotions. The word "cuckold " felt like a rock pressing against my chest. I could hear...movement in the other room. I knew I would have to confront Carol, but I was hoping that David would be gone. With luck, I'd never have to face him again.After a few minutes there was a light knocking at the partially opened door. I looked up to see David, dressed once more in my swimming trunks. "Paul? Paul, I'm so sorry. I don't know what. I picked up my cell phone and called Don."Hi Honey." I said."Susan, Hello. How did the meeting with Zeck go? I was told that he was a good marriage counselor, and the fact that we already knew him I felt would help us both. How did things go?" Don asked."Good honey, I think things are going to work out fine if we keep going to him." I replied."That's great; I was thinking that we should join Zeck's church. You know he won't charge us for the sessions if we are members of his church." He. Beyond the jokes we made and after giving it a lot of thought along with more laughter and goofing around we suddenly became serious when we both absolutely agreed on the idea of going to the Amazon Jungle to live with one of the indigenous tribes for several years. We also swore to each other that the only way we were going to do it was to go all the way or not at all, in order to appreciate the hardships the tribal natives endured before we fully indulged ourselves in our new found. We looked at the wide assortment of leathers, colors, lenthgs and thicknesses. Another couple joined us. She was a submissive and was in the process of having her Master move in with her cuckholded husband. We took turns testing them at first on each others arms, then backs. I was enjoying watching my Master produce wets on her back, while her Master flogged me, of course with permission from one another. He chose the one with a very nice bite to it, and I had to give the maker of the flogs.