And now I have to go home, my husband Barry has no idea that I have a Boyfriend and would be terribly hurt if he found out. But I am wrong - I don't have a Boyfriend - I have a Lover. No, that's not right either - Demba now owns me and I have become his Mistress, so he's my Master. 

 

Every weekday afternoon for the last six months I have been joining him in his apartment so he can have me in any way he wants. And he does have me - often, fully, and wonderfully satisfactorily. Perhaps now is the time to break it all to Barry gently. 

 

I suppose that I could say to him this evening that I have met someone else and he wants to take me out on a date. I guess his reaction to that might be an indication of how ..

.. Barry will accept his cuckolding.'