There were a few couples, some unescorted females who might have been hookers and a large contingent of horny men. Couples engaged in sex were swamped...with spectators. Not a great experience but it did make me interested in coming back on a couples night.The next night, I mentioned to my wife where I had been while assuring her I was only a spectator. Not knowing what to expect, I was surprised when she expressed a strong interest and before long we agreed to go the next night. We had a good. 'He wasn't the only one that had become rededicated.Cornelia had become an actress focused to do her job and only her job. She did not tempt herself with one on one rehearsing with Peter. Her insistence that the entire cast be present allowed many full costume rehearsals. The producer had worried about his backers but they didn't hinder it. The director was delighted. He ordinarily never had enough time for all of the players together. The writer loved it since he didn't have to do piecemeal. If you were as willing to cheat as they were, we'd all be equally guilty and nobody would have a right to be mad. If not, I would tell you what I'd seen and give you a chance to fuck me out of spite. Seems you're just about as immoral as the rest of us, so here we are, four married horny cheaters, naked in a hot tub. So now what?"I looked around at the three of them. Jen smiling like the cat that ate the canary, Brad and my wife looking at me with soft pleading in their eyes. I thought. “I need to secure you to the St Andrew’s cross. Is that ok with you?” “Of course’. I walked up to the cross. Velcro straps on each bar secured me in place, suspended. I experienced how crucifixion works: my breathing was restricted unless I pulled myself up by my arms. Anthony gave me one last kiss on the lips, and one on each nipple, and then left. Three more sessions to go. I hoped they would all go as well as Anthony’s. I was hanging by the cross, not blindfolded, facing the door. The door.