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The Night It All Ended

 

Dr. Weston:

         My wife and I had been into the swinging scene for almost two years. 

 At least once a month a dozen or more of us -- of all ages and nationalities -- would meet at someone's place.

My wife is a loving, petite little thing who from day one has tried to please me.  I couldn't ask for anyone better.

After one of these nights when I would ask her if she enjoyed herself she would always say she did.  I didn't want her to say anything else and she knew it.

She never complained, even when temporary physical problems developed, which they sometimes had. 

         This one night as I watched her, occasionally, when she didn't think anyone was watching, the mask of excitement and pleasure would slip.

Suddenly, it dawned on me what had really been going on all this time. She was doing this, not because she wanted to but because she thought that's what I wanted. She had simply been sacrificing her own feelings and better judgment to please me.

I had this wonderful wife who I was in a sense prostituting herself for my selfish needs.

I walked over to her, took her hand, and said, "We're leaving."

She looked bemused and asked what was wrong.  I simply said, "You don't belong here and neither do I."

And that was the end of it.



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