‘A butterfly flaps its wing in the Amazon, and a hurricane starts in the Atlantic.’ That was the version of the popular saying they’d taught us growing up in Baltimore. A saying that I’d been living through these last nine months since I myself had acted as the proverbial butterfly.
When I’d flapped my wings back in July last year, I had absolutely no idea how profound an effect my practical joke on my wife Sarah would have. I’d insisted she make good on a debt to me by dressing up in an outrageously sexy outfit and teasing the young guys back in our old college town. Harmless enough, except some inner demon had gotten hold of my soul and encouraged me to let a young barman play make-out with my sexy thirty-one-year-old wife.
The small butterfly wing had flapped, and over the next nine months I’d reaped the whirlwind. As bit-by-bit Sarah and my life had veered into new and shocking sexual experiences. The young barman I’d encouraged to play with Sarah had a friend. An African American friend with a very large cock. A very large cock that my wife had taken quite a shine too. Taking such a shine that she’d encouraged me to arrange fortnightly trips back to our college Alma Mater. Trips back which soon progressed from one night play dates to spending the whole weekend back in Lexington as my wife let her boy toy fuck her brains out until it was time to head home to Greensboro and our more respectable lives.
The final downward spiral being Sarah and I rejoining the happy life of student parties. At first innocuous and innocent. Latterly anything but, as my wife had allowed her boytoy Saul to fuck her in public.
And the weirdest thing of all, I was a butterfly with a serious case of Jekyll and Hyde syndrome. Part of me hating our new life and worrying where it would lead us. Part of me loving the danger, the excitement and the sexy new wife it had spawned.
But as we journeyed back from Sarah’s latest weekend of depravity in Lexington, I couldn’t help but wonder if those damned butterfly wings had spawned a hurricane that might ultimately cost me my marriage.
This may be the best book in this genre I have ever read. The emotions, the love (is it love?), the sex, the discussions and dialogue.
I had to pause at the end of Chapter 13 to catch a flight and it was hard not to be physically ill. This book rang my psyche and got into my head and heart. There has only been one other book that did this.
This book is not for the faint of heart. It is an emotionally difficult read. I, however, encourage everyone to read it. It is depressing throughout the read… but whatever you do don’t stop.
Mike, who loves his wife so much that he will give her anything and accept all of the pain that goes with it. Sarah, a wife who believes she loves her husband more than anything, but has a hidden need to feed her dark sex desires. Mike, who so desperately wants to believe his wife loves him he will blind himself to all the obvious hints she doesn’t. He acknowledges they are there but also tells us he will choose to believe his wife.
The question at the end is… who wins, who loses, and what does life have for each of them.
Lots of sex in this volume, but he still grabs you emotionally. As with some others, the ending seems too good to be true. But read it, it’s hard to put down.
This book was worst than the first one, 4 BBC, DP,3somes, in public at a frat party. Videos on the internet, goodbye job as college professor. This is the stupidest thing I have ever read. 44 mag blow 4 brains out.