Enough's enough...

As I walked into the kitchen Rachel was on me like a flash, pushing me up against the wall with one hand on my crotch, the other on my chest. This beautiful Amazonian woman inches from my face. I could feel her warm breath on my face as she whispered "Sshhh now, you don't want your pretty wife to come in here"

"Rachel, Just wait a minute..." I have never had a woman cup and pull my ball sack upwards when wearing a cage, but I don't recommend it. Trust me, it's not nice. I naturally went quiet. Yelling out was what I wanted to do, but that wasn't an option given Helen and Bob next door.

"You and I are going to give those two some time to get more acquainted. You two have been fantasising about this cuckold lifestyle. Now it's time to live it." And that's when the penny dropped. Why I had been separated out into the Kitchen, why Rachel was now so interested in me.

I pushed her back, having to use **** to do so, and strode back into the lounge. As I rounded the corner I saw Helen and Bob kissing, Bob's hand going up underneath Helen's dress. "That's enough. This fantasy has gone too far"

Helen looked up at me startled "I thought you were into this? You are turned on by this! We are just acting out the fantasy"

"We haven't discussed this enough and I haven't agree this. I want us to go home and discuss this properly" It as if time stood still - everyone present looking at me.

I could see anger flaring in Helen's eyes. Bob just stood back and watched with a slightly amused look on his face. I ignored him - he was not my concern - Helen was.

I saw the calculation in Helen's eyes. I also saw the love she had for me and the need to keep me on side, but also the anger at spoiling her fun. In the end, our marriage won out and she stood up "Good night Rachel, thanks for a lovely meal". We went home.

It was silent in the car.

Once we were home, what started off as a rational discussion quickly descended into an argument, and then a full blown row. Apparently, whilst Helen understood my point about consent, I was giving off such confused signals that it was 'impossible' for her to read what I really wanted. Round and round the argument went with no resolution.

In the end I slept on the couch. Mostly I was angry and frustrated, but a part of me was quietly satisfied that I had got my point across. It was dawning on me that I desired two outcomes simultaneously - the thrill of a dominant wife, balanced with the dual and conflicting desire to be an equal partner in our marriage. I was not sure how to achieve this, or whether it was possible. At least she now understands I am not happy with aspects of this and when we are calmer we can have a proper discussion about it.

I just need to think about the right way to get my point across to Helen