Sharing my concerns

The next morning we are sat at the breakfast bar over coffee, in dressing gowns and eating croissants. We got into them on a trip to Paris a couple of years ago and it has stuck with us as a tradition ever since, always freshly baked (although you can prepare the dough in advance and freeze it). They are delicious with strawberry or apricot jam.

I am explaining to Helen that though I enjoy the fantasy play around cuckolding, there is a point that you can cross when you are no longer treating me as an equal in our relationship, and at that point no longer find it fun. To be fair to Helen she absolutely gets it when pointed out to her, and she acknowledges that's a fair. It's just that when she gets carried away with the fantasy the flow can take her to that place without her realising because it just feels natural to treat a cuckold that way.

We discuss boundaries, and thoughts around how far we want to take this, We agree that we want to continue to experiment, but that we think trying to make 'rules' up about what Helen can and can't do might stifle her creativity, so we agree we will rely on me calling it out when we cross a red line. It feels like a good conversation, and it feels like our trust and relationship is still as strong as it has ever been.

I get up from the breakfast bar comfortable that it was a one off aberration and that we can continue to play safely.