"I leaned forward to look her in the face. "Sherry, I know this is a lot to absorb, but at least give him a chance." How the Hell would you know what ...'m trying to absorb and why should I give him a chance?" I was married before," I answered, "and my wife had to deal with this same situation." You mean she couldn't she accept the fact that you suck dicks," she asked sarcastically."Well," I answered gently, "if she had been willing to discuss things reasonably, we probably could have saved our. Cassie's eyes became distant. It's too late. What did that mean? Too late for what? This is not the right place. The place for what? For sex? The only other place was the house, and that was where Heather and the others...Cassie blinked and drew in a sharp breath. "Ned, I have the strangest sense that something just happened." She turned her eyes towards him. "Did you sense anything while we had sex? Anything odd? Like some strange passing thought?"Ned rubbed his neck. "I was kinda distracted. We started to undress each other as we walked kissing to my bedroom, a pile of a satin cape, hoop skirt, bodice, pants, all in a telltale trail towards my room. I was standing there in my damp panties and push up bra, and Andrew in nothing but his boxers as we fell onto the bed breathing heavily as we explored each others bodies with our hands and tongues. Our underwear was soon a pile on the floor and we were naked and writhing all over one another. Fuck, he was hot. So firm and young and. We were sexually active, but the strictly by the book missionary style type of couple. Natalie seemed happy enough with the situation in the bedroom, but I yearned for change, for corruption. Corruption of Natalie. I craved deviance. Perversion. I wanted to defile Natalie. I wanted to violate her. Natalie obviously had no clue as to my true intentions. She only saw the polite, courteous, high achieving college guy I was. Kind and generous. Witty. Funny. Caring towards others. And most.