I knew the cause of her sorrow. I pulled her near me and said, ‘Darling, I know your agony. It is our fate that I am useless now. But I love you too... much. I do not want you to be unhappy or dissatisfied. What I am going to suggest might be outlandish. But it will be for good for both of us. I feel, darling, find a bed partner. I cannot see you in agony this way. You have every right to get satisfied. Believe me, I will not mind. Why should I?’ My wife buried her face on my chest and said,. I was kind of nervous and distracted by the fact that I was thinking, Why cant he be the one mounting me? Because of this, my first attempted resulted up in a face plant. Making sure to focus, I managed to slip my food into the stirrup and, with my instructors help, managed to mount my horse. After a few boring trots around the training arena, I was told I handled myself like a proI guess those countless hours spent matching women ride (and fuck) stallions paid off, lol. I was even offered to. He kept track of my bathing time and used to peep in while I bathed . At first I got very annoyed on seeing this , but decided to wait for a day or two and catch him red-handed .Days passed and it became a regular routine , and in some corner of my heart i began enjoying his watching . I began keeping the door open wider and sometimes even turned around for him to be able to view my front . Days passed and he began giving me hot flushes . I began liking his seeing me. As I was enjoying it , I. “I don’t think so,” I answered, “I tried to be sure.”“Hmm,” He said. “She’s being awfully goddamnedsubmissive. Did she agree to all this?”“Well, pretty much.” I said, looking sheepish. “I kind ofimprovised the whipping. She seems to have handled itpretty well, though, dontcha think?”A wicked looking smile unfurled across his face.“So far.” He grinned.(( CHAPTER TEN ))“Unh! Unh! Unh!”.