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that you should pretend
I'm your sex toy, like a little game. Wouldn’t that be fun?
    Kicking himself, Frank shook his head in disbelief. How
could I have been so blind? Well, he could see clearly now. More
importantly he knew just what he was going to do about it.
    His eyes narrowed. But first he needed to find out what
Wendy wanted.

5. Analysis
    Frank hit Kindle 'home' to check out just what the name
of this book was. It was apparently called "Carmen's New York Romance," by Nikki Sex. Nikki Sex? Good lord! Who would ever come up with an absurd pen
name like that? These authors are apparently creative enough to write an entire
story, but then can't think up a realistic pseudonym?
    Wendy had a Kindle collection she had called "Erotic
favorites." He made a careful note of every one in order to download and
read himself. Then he found her highlights – all 27 pages of them. He wandered
out to the company photocopier in order to make a printed record to scrutinize
at his leisure.
    Frank read non-fiction, noting thoughts and ideas that
would help him in his work. What had Wendy highlighted?
    He returned to his office and stapled the papers
together. His black leather chair squeaked as he sat back and put his feet up
on the desk. Frank took the stapled hardcopy of her notes and highlights and read:
    "The fun for me, Elizabeth is in
controlling you," he said. "I want you submissive to my desires,
powerless, and hungry to let me do whatever I wish - to obey and do whatever I
say."
    And this one, too:
    "It is true. I am a good lover, but that
is not so difficult. It requires only that I pay attention, and watch and
listen to a woman and her body."
    Huh. Well that was good advice. Frank had certainly not
been paying attention at all. But that was going to change.
    Dumbfounded by his wife's interests, he flicked through
the little booklet of quotes. Wendy had highlighted a ton of stuff from this
Frenchman, André Chevalier. He seemed to be her idea of the ultimate lover. Also
Kurt Nielsen, the guy in 'Carmen's New York Romance.' Wendy had quite a
few romance authors on her Kindle, but Nikki Sex seemed to be one of her
favorites.
    Her highlighted quotes had been both eye-opening and face
tightening.
    Frank knew nothing about BDSM which apparently involved a
variety of erotic practices involving dominance and submission, role-playing, and
restraint. He just didn't get it. Why did Wendy want this? And why would he
want to do it? Yet Frank valued his wife, and in his little heart of hearts, he
knew that he would do anything to make her happy. He also knew that whatever
turned her on, would also turn him on. Why wouldn't it?
    Getting Wendy hot and excited always revved him up.
    Treating this project like any other, Frank disengaged
any other thought except his forceful curiosity combined with a dedicated attention
to detail. Three hours disappeared before he had made his analysis of what his
wife wanted to try during sex:
    Spanking
76%
    Submitting
65%
    Hair
pulling 57%
    Neck/
nape bite/ nuzzle 55%
    Bondage
55%
    Oral
(giving) 51%
    Oral
(receiving) 46%
    Blindfold
30%
    Nipple
pinching, etc 30%
     
    Frank couldn’t believe it.
    Spanking? Really? Why would she want that? He wasn't even
sure if he could smack her on the butt. Yet if it turned her on? For a
moment the image of Wendy lying over his lap with her naked ass exposed and
squirming flashed through his mind. His dick twitched and he smiled. It
certainly had possibilities.
    Anal play was in there, too, really low in percentile,
thank God. He wasn't sure if he was up to that, but hell, if Wendy wanted it?
Frank would never refuse her. Maybe later they could discuss it. Yet why hadn't
she spoken to him about any of this?
    Frowning and restless, Frank stood up with his hands in
his pockets.
    She tried to talk about it stupid ,
he told himself. You were just thick as a plank. And maybe the subject is a
little embarrassing for her to discuss.
    Frank left his office to pour himself another