I should have never brought up the change in ourmarriage. But Andrea didn't seem to mind. She's like me ina lot of ways. She enjoys the charge we get ...hen we talkbeing D/s... living a D/s lifestyle. The only thing thatmade it that more exciting was telling someone with an openmind.I look at the glass of wine and set in down on the table -wondering if I have a drinking problem. I wish I hadn't hadso much that night at dinner. I really wish I hadn'tbrought up my wife's desire to try something. "She turned off the lamp beside her bed and lay down to sleep.I lay awake thinking about what had just happened. Danielle was obviously fully sated and didn't want me to fuck her. I was really hard and had been all night. Steve pleased her. I loved her so much that I decided then and there that if that was what she wanted then that was what she was going to get.We hardly spoke about that night again. The following Friday she rang me at work to say she was going out again that night and my. Only one hand gathered the stocking - for somereason he kept the other hand open against the underside of myleg, as if it was needed to hold my leg aloft. As he rolled thestocking into one hand, the open hand trailed down the undersideof my raised leg. I could feel the tips of his fingers gentlybrushing all along me. And yes, a shudder passed through me: Irealized the sheer joy, the sacred power a ceremony like thiswould have for a woman. I might even have thrown my head back, sointense was. I was pissed! I opened my eyes, and looked at him, my eyes wide and shook my head, "No". He smiled the sweetest, most disarming smile at me, and nodded playfully, "Yes" at me. The voice in my head yelled. No, I'm angry at you. He continued to smile boyishly at me, his fingers toying with the hem of my skirt. I felt my resolve slip away. Damn the man! I can't stay angry when he is playful like this. His fingers slid under my woolen tweed skirt up over my cream colored, cable knit tights to the.