” I say, wiping away some of the tears that will not stop flowing.“Well I’m not staying here to listen to you blubber all night.”Noisily she p...ushes her chair back and leaves me sitting alone with my inexplicable misery, I’m still sitting, staring at my dinner, a half hour later when I hear the front door slam shut.I start to pull my thoughts back and begin to wonder what the hell just happened? Why was she not supportive, more to the point, why was she so spiteful about it?This brings me to. “Abbie, I deserve more respect than was shown this evening, please let’s not have a repeat performance,” he said and he bent me over his knees.My cocktail dress came up and my panties came down and I got ten of his best. He hit harder than Daddy, the tears in my eyes were real but so was the tingle, I was wet.When he’d finished he stood me up but instead of replacing my clothing as Daddy would have done, he lifted my dress over my head, turned me and unfastened my brassiere and took me to bed.. ”“And your bench mark is?,” he asked confidently.“Eight inches,” I told him.“Almost that big flaccid,” he smirked.And so he was, huge and very virile, we both learnt to our great satisfaction that night as he fucked us both in a wild three-way. On the Sunday when I arrived Marianne gave me the the code number over the intercom and told me to let myself in.“You are late Sarah, we started without you. Some things cannot wait, our Sunday sex session is one of them.”When I focused and got my. He looked so strong, so masculine, so good there on her couch. What her ambivalence must be doing to him!She felt how inadequate she was! The man she had loved, who she had given herself to unconditionally, had found her less than adequate. All the signs pointed to his abandoning her. Helenhad always been confident in her sexuality. She had always been sure, confident in her beauty, strong in being a woman. Now she felt empty, wondering if she was adequate.Her husband had discovered after years.