After a good few hours of talking about it, and setting up the terms, I agreed. The biggest rule and the most obvious one, was I wasn't allowed to ha...ve sex with anyone when he was home. Secondly, it couldn't be more than sex. That means no wine and dines type of thing. It was strictly sex, nothing more. If the men I chose to have sex with started wanting more, I was to drop all contact with them. Those were the biggest rules we both agreed and wanted. Easy enough, right? As I said, it’s been. "Missy, who won?"She licked her lips. "Bianca, the pretty blonde always wins, right? She gets a doting husband, a handsome dolt who adores her." She looked around. "That's winning isn't it?" Anybody else - Mike? Come on, you always have an opinion." Petruchio, obviously. He tames the shrew, weds her and beds her." He extended both arms and smiled broadly. "The end. Curtain." Hard to argue about that, but let me suggest another way to look at it. When the play begins, who is the unhappiest. Of course, after about the fifth time he returned to our table during our salads alone, I got the picture...he lingered over Mary Ann and the sight she presented in that sexy blouse of hers. His eyes literally pinpointed down their natural deep valley each time before he walked away. For me, I was more excited over it than jealous. I was happy just to be sitting opposite my lovely wife, but I also got the benefit of seeing someone else, a good-looking young man, enjoy her also. "Did he just. It's never done thatto me," Morgan said."What time is it?" I asked."The middle of the night, 2am," Chris said."I've been asleep for 12 hours?" I asked."Oh, no. You've been asleep for maybe 6 hours," Morgan said."And the other 6 hours?" I asked."Can I mention right now that you were the most amazing sex partner I'veever been with?" Morgan said."I don't remember a whole lot. Did I really have sex with you for 6hours?" I asked."Not continuously. We took a few breaks," Chris said."And some of the.