Over time we have learned to communicate so well. We understand the needs and desires in our mutual wishes for the other to be happy as an individual as well as together in our happy marriage. When the situation is right we are the wingman of the other. She does so well as the lipstick irresistible bisexual enticement for my str8 preference for only women, and I enjoy introducing her to interesting situations and giving her space... for example when I assist her in sitting at the bar in a favorite tourist lounge by turning her bar stool to aim her legs at the more interesting tables of men who are watching. We are beyond the early feelings of jealousies, and monogamy is for others. Except for a degree of discretion we are no longer required to live by the rules of others, and we mutually agree that we fucking love it, with emphasis on the fucking, and especially for her. // Devon & Cathy