Late morning , I picked myself up and headed into the kitchen to sort out packed lunches for work tomorrow. I needed to distract myself from wondering about what had just watched. My husband took me to the hall. He blindfolded and cuffed me. The he left me to be ravished by a total stranger. I opened the fridge door withour looking for the third or fourth time. He left me to a stranger. He *gave* me to a stranger!
He filmed it. Or at least, he left a camera. Did he watch? He could have done, and been home ahead of me. He could have driven the car. I’d never know. I couldn’t ask him about this. Could I? He’d know I enjoyed it. Well, I did think it was him. But knowing it wasn’t him, I still enjoyed it. I found myself thinking about what I’d do if he did it again. Thank God I’ve got my birth control implant!