I stood frozen in shock. I was standing there, facing my wife wearing next to nothing, secured to a St. Andrew’s cross in the middle of a massive fetish party. Cheryl’s lover was caressing her helpless body and from the look on her face, she was intoxicated with the pleasure of it. She seemed far too distracted to take any notice of any of the group of people now watching, including myself. I realised as well that I was c...