It wasn’t an effort to spice up our love life; there were no problems there.. at least, none that I was aware of. The ‘games’ we started to play were just a bit of fun, and a way of exploring our sexualities, fetishes, likes & dislikes. It was all a Pandora’s box though in hindsight; dark psychic elements forcing their way into the light, playing psychic puppetry with willing accomplices. I guess we’ll begin from the couch..

It was a Tuesday evening around 10; Aoife was sitting on the couch scheduling her week ahead while I got something to eat from the kitchen. ‘You nearly done?’ i asked, frustrated at how long she was taking. ‘Why?’ Aoife replied, knowing full-well what was on my mind. ‘You’re taking ages’. ‘Not this shit again John; how many times… I’m working.’ ‘It’s 10 at night; you couldn’t do that earlier?’. ‘Boring John. So very boring.’ ‘It wouldn’t irritate me so much if you made it fun for me y’know?’ ‘On about your games again are you.. not going to happen. Give it up.’

The ‘games’ she was on about was something quite specific.. something i’d been trying to initiate over the past few days. I wanted to experience the thrill of cuckoldry, but in a very vanilla way. I enjoyed that rush of the dual sensation of jealousy and arousal, and wanted the woman i love to instigate such feelings in me.