Actually, I figured at this point I had been lucky she hadn't freaked completely, and cut our vacation short with a scene I'd never forget. I continued reasoning "What woman wouldn't want to try it; having a husband that got excited over such a thing," but again, pushing anything at this point, not fully knowing what she might do, was ludicrous.

She later came to bed pretending as much as she could that it never happened. I simply rolled and snuggled up with her, thinking that any attempt at this point to go sexual could, and more likely would, erupt in her having a moment of reality telling me what...