I was a mess, sat in front of the toilet bowl, dry retchingby now, a mucus, dry tear stained mess. It had been like a dream, worse an out of body experience but one I had driven myself to do. It had started with that bloody article in the magazine, “a third of all heterosexual women have lesbian fantasies” went the tag line and me with my second glass of wine and too much time on my hands couldn’t believe such stupidity....

We were out drinking, or at least that was my belief. We were in London, my husband Paul and myself, staying overnight. The Cosmopolitans were going down well, really well in the upscale cocktail bar of the hotel we were staying in. What I didn't know was what Paul had planned, or how it would change my life.Paul, as most husbands seem to at some time, had mentioned how turned on he was at the thought of me being brought...