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coffee from
the staff lounge, absentmindedly giving one syllable replies to his co-workers.
    Returning to his office, Frank sat down and studied the
entire book that Wendy was currently reading. Afterwards he carefully returned
it to the exact page that she had been on so she wouldn't know that he had
cracked her code. As far as he could tell, the male protagonists that she was
interested in seemed to give the heroine multiple orgasms before they got off.
    He read a quote from, "Elizabeth's Bondage Boxed
Set."
    A woman's mind is geared to fantasy,
while a man is visually focused. That explained the number of romance books
that sold. Not to mention the very few woman's magazines picturing naked men,
verses racks and racks of naked women in men's magazines in the newsstands.
What was the saying? How did you turn on a man? Just turn up, preferably naked.
But to turn on a woman? That was something else entirely, for desire began in a
woman's mind.
    Desire begins in a woman's mind .Frank echoed the thought, awed. I get an
erection just seeing a naked woman, and my wife? What did Wendy want?
    Wow. Was Wendy reading these erotic fantasies and secretly
masturbating to this kind of stuff? Just like he did with internet porn? Was
she ashamed of her sexual yearning?
    That possibility blew his mind.
    Frank was embarrassed about his habit of watching internet
porn, and consequently had never spoken to her about it. He had never joined a porn
site; he just looked at free stuff. Jacking off in the shower was another thing
he regularly did that his wife didn't know about. Wendy wouldn’t mind, Frank
was certain. So why did he feel uncomfortable telling her? Why would he tell
her at all?
    Except that he was keeping sexual secrets. The quote from
Frenchman, André Chevalier, flashed into Frank's mind with sudden clarity.
    "Deceit is a barrier to intimacy."
    It made him wonder, Just when did I begin having more
sex with myself than with my wife?
    Had he been afraid of a knock back? Wendy was no longer
keen to make love - that was for sure. Maybe he hadn’t wanted to disturb her
with his constant lust. In his wife's damn stories the protagonists masturbated
in front of each other – and the women were always wet and ready.
    Had Frank and his wife been pretending? Were they both being
less than truthful about what they wanted in bed? If that was the case, after
thirteen years of marriage, and genuine mutual love, it seemed surprisingly
easy to drift apart.
    Frank shook his head. How had it happened?
    The rest of the day Frank spent doing internet searches, figuring
out all he could about BDSM because that was what Wendy wanted. He found one
quote that he particularly liked:
    "When you screw up, own it. When your
slave screws up, you own it."
    While Frank would never consider calling his wife a
slave, and he sincerely hoped that she didn't want him to, he did think this
was a relevant concept. Frank knew he had screwed up. His wife wasn't sexually
satisfied and that could only be his fault and responsibility.
    It was a mistake that he fully intended to fix.
    Another favorite author of Wendy's was Joey W. Hill.
Frank found an article from Ms. Hill called, "Ten Tips for bringing BDSM
into your bedroom." In it she said, "The psychology of BDSM is
what it's all about. The illusion of being dominated sexually, of submitting
utterly to your lover –that's the turn on."
    Hummm, he thought. Now this is
something I can really work with.
    Was that what excited her? The idea of being totally commanded
and controlled during sex? The common denominator to her interests did appear
to be in the area of complete submission. Now that Frank reflected on it, it
wasn't giving a head job that Wendy had highlighted with her heroines. It was when
the heroine was on her knees while going down on the hero. That seemed
to be what did it for her.
    The heroine always seemed happy to swallow, too. Would
Wendy do that for him? Ejaculating down her throat had been a long