They'd look me up and down like a dog looks at a juicy steak, and occasionally, one of them would "accidentally" brush up against me and run his hands...over my behind. But, other than that, they kept their distance until I turned 18. I suppose I had this kernel of hope that what I feared wouldn't happen, but I knew better. And I'm not sure how much I really feared what was going to happen.I do admit that without any kind of sexual contact from the boys my age I had developed a pretty lurid. They had made plans for years to run off and make a life somewhere else, but it never happened. The damsel began to feel like a caged bird, and her husband resented her for not being happier there in his home. Eventually, sadly, their love rotted and turned black. While the damsel busied herself trying to figure out how to save the tiny bit of happiness they’d managed to hold onto, the man had decided that their love was not worth saving. Without both of them trying, their marriage faded away.. After she greeted me, Mary eyed the pink book curiously while I walkedinto her office, but I didn't let her see the front of the album. AfterI sat I looked down at the album on my lap for a moment before I lookedback at her. She was watching me carefully, waiting for me to begin. Sheknew I had something important to say."Did you know about this?" I asked her and held the book up so that shecould see what was written on the front. A look of concentration passedacross her face as she tried to. ” She looked at her husband and he looked at the table top.“Bo has a fantasy about having another man take his wife and use her as he wishes. There is even a name for this fantasy. It is called cuckolding. For the last three months that seems to be all that we think about or talk about in the bedroom and we want you to help us fulfill our fantasy.”I didn’t answer immediately even though I knew that I would say yes. I wanted them to sweat for a minute and let it sink in that I would be doing.