In the beginning, there was a closet.

I met my beautiful husband in college. We were both music students. I, being the nontraditional student, having come back to college for a second chance at finishing my degree for real this time was certainly an old fish out of water. I only met the future Mr. Kinky Freckles well into my first semester back. I don't believe we actually even noticed each other until my appearance as a replacement to a fairly bad flutist at our university. Apparently, I was better or something.

From then, Mr. Kinky and I just chatted. He was going through a hard time with his mother, who at the time was in the hospital having tried to commit suicide for the second time. I'll never forget the night we spent several hours talking in the hallway of the music building.

I began falling that evening. I was actually in the middle of a good marriage turned sour. I was back in school to get my degree and to be able to finally know that I could take care of myself. Once I could take care of myself, I could make the decision on whether I should get out or not, though I knew the answer already.

In the weeks ahead, our ensemble traveled to Honduras and perform concerts at the National Theater and at several schools throughout. At the time, Mr. Kinky was affectionately known among our fellow musicians as "the boy scout". This trip was just the beginning of a long, beautiful, and very nontraditonally wonderful relationship.

We discussed the similarities of Italian, and Spanish. He spoke Italian fairly well, and I touted everything I remembered from my high school Spanish class. (mostly probably wrong....)

Several months passed. I seperated from my husband. Mr. Kinky and I went to lunches or for drinks after concerts, performances, etc. He'd let me vent. He'd flirt. I'd flirt. My heart would pound wildly in my chest. How thrilling it was to have a young, sexy, very intelligent and talented young man interested in me enough to flirt with me. You see, he was 21 and I was 31.

Soon after I moved out, the tension had been enough, and we ended up in bed together. And let me tell you this was the most mind-blowing sex that I'd ever had! Mr.Kinky still rocks my world to this day! Once, I'd slept with him, his scent never left me. And I mean, I could just conjure it up at will for the next six years.

After seeing each other for about two months, I decided to try again with my hubby. And I would spend the next six years trying.

And wouldn't you know it, during this time, Mr. Kinky................

he CAME OUT of the FREAKING CLOSET!!

Yes.... my Mr. Kinky.... my young sex pot, the only man who could make me cum within 10 seconds of any love making, was GAY!

The stories that follow are of our sex life; HIS.....MINE.....and OURS, how we ended up very married and in love, of the adventures we've had, and how this all works for us!

Stay tuned!