She exhaled, then sat up straighter. "Well then, I'm open to it. Open to another man being my lover, to enjoying him—a better man—and to the idea that his pleasure, the happiness I'd get from him, would humiliate you. And I'm open to rubbing it in your face, like I just did." I loved her boldness—it even had a playful bite. But after she said it, she froze, staring at me like she'd just crossed a line. She looked as scared as I'd been when I first confessed this whole thing. Sweet, gentle Lisa was terrified her new Cuckoldress self had gone too far. But she hadn't—she'd nailed it.