I was relieved to see this guy get in his car and drive away. At least she didn't invite him in this time but if she went out with him again what woul... happen? What did this guy mean to her? Was she falling in love with him? Such were the questions that kept me from sleeping that night.It wasn't till the following Saturday night that Abby went out with him again. I waited up till nearly one o'clock in the morning for them to come back. Again, she kissed him goodnight at the door but this time. The young man behind the counter was doing everything he could to keep his lower half hidden by the counter as he tried to adjust the tent in his shorts so that it would not show.After filling out the paper work, the young man escorted us to the dock, unlocked a canoe. Katie true to form asked him if he could show her how to put on the life vest. He was doing everything he could to keep from touching her almost bare tits, but every time he tried to avoid them she would turn so that his hand. "It's okay. I think we have a young person who really doesn't want to kill. Holler to Ed to come in and eat. If they didn't shoot me, they won't shoot him. They might come in."She leaned out the door. She shouted, "Ed, come on in for supper. If your gun toting friend wants to join us, they are welcome."Ed gave her a surprised look but slowly rose and headed for the door. I heard, "Wait!" He hurried inside and we closed the door behind him. We sat down for supper making sure we weren't in any. Steve asked me to write, with him in first person, about a real encounter that he had with a cuckold couple.My name is Steve and I live in Ohio. I am of South Asian decent, and I have always taken a dominant posture in all aspects of my life. I was raised in a culture where the men are always in charge in family situations, and my father is also a dominant man. We were fortunate enough to have servants in our home when I was growing up, and it came natural to me to direct the servants in.