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Nervous,” I responded succinctly to my husband’s question.
The truth was, however, that there was simply no way of describing my feelings in that particular moment. Here we were, my husband and I, just moments from boarding a large Boeing aircraft for the sole purpose of attending a weekend retreat in San Francisco that would permanently alter the course of our very existence. The capstone event of the weekend, known only as “graduation,” would involve every single husband in attendance making their way, one by one, to the front of the impeccably decorated banquet hall and ceremoniously relinquishing his wife’s b!rth control piIls to our impossibly beautiful and ever so enigmatic hostess, Dr. Charlotte Singh.
Being a member of Charlotte’s Web, while no doubt both a privilege and an honor beyond compare, involved the kinds of leaps of faith that simply defy description to the uninitiated. Such, I suppose, is the case with many secret societies. But, somewhat ironically in the case of the Web, each and every last one of them would be based on the best scientific evidence and data available to man.
Or maybe it’s better to say “woman.”
Fast forward six months…
My mind screamed in the type of silent agony that can only stem from an unbridled female lust - one fueled by the most naturally potent hormonal cocktail known to exist. Sadly, the male brain knows no equivalent to such an exquisite t0rture. But. Dr. Singh had been absolutely right, pretty much down to every last single detail. Every cell of my body was indeed crying out to fulfill its divinely feminine purpose. And all because of a man that I barely knew.
Our newfound friend, Ty, seemed entirely too large and powerful to even exist in this plane of reality. Upon meeting him for the very first time, I absentmindedly wondered out loud if the breadth of his shoulders might somehow eclipse the entire height of my sweet and faithful husband.
“Sorry sweetheart,” I cooed in a markedly less than subtle admiration directed toward the commanding physique of our new acquaintance, “but you simply have to feel these delts.”
It was a memory that would never be purged.
Now, only a relative handful of hours later, my sweet husband, in demonstration of his abject faith and support to the Web’s greater cause, was kneeling with his back to the headboard of the sumptuous bed that formed the marital anchor of our master bedroom. My blonde hair lay sprawled adjacent to his knees. On my back, completely nude with the points of my full breasts unmistakably taut with desire, I already felt exposed and vulnerable. But nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of what I would experience as my husband leaned ever so slightly forward to take my knees in each of his hands.
