So I just stumbled across this blog post from an AskMen link... apparently it was big on Reddit a while back: http://cantswing.wordpress.com/2013/08/12/my-wife-and-i-had-a-foursome-last-night-with-another-couple-im-having-a-hard-time-dealing-with-it/

Aside from the slightly heart-wrenching story (Married couple engage in a willing, consensual foursome with another couple, husband/narrator ends up freaking out when the other guy is fucking his wife), a certain part caught my eye:

If you recall my wife and I were in a scary, curious place; full of desperate love. In hindsight it was a dangerous haze of denial. We surmised that we’d been taken advantage of, Harry and Sally meticulously rolled out a plan to get their rocks off and we had been their victims. The therapist we saw latched onto this. My wife had been raped in front of me, she said, and I recognized it, hence my terror and trauma and flashbacks. Not only that, but Harry targeted my wife because I was a sensitive and trusting man; because he could, “Do anything he wanted to her and knew you wouldn’t stop him.” I went home devastated. My wife was positively chipper and I was cramping her style. My prying and desperate attempts to reconnect climaxed with her shouting, finger pointed at me in rage, “I GOT RAPED AND YOU JUST SAT THERE AND FUCKING WATCHED!!” I smashed a lounge chair we had on our porch and threw it out into the road. It was one of two lounges we got on our wedding day. It broke my heart to return to the porch and see only one chair. I wanted so much to undo what I’d done to the chair, we loved sitting in these chairs together on the porch. I ruined it. And her. Because I didn’t just sit there and watch, I facilitated and encouraged the whole thing.

Wait... what? The description of the situation was the following:

My wife was kissing all over Sally. I got beneath my wife and started eating her out. Sally started giving me head, my wife started giving Harry head, and it had started, we were all having fun. It was exciting. Then, and I’m not exactly sure of the logistical details, Harry is having sex with my wife. Neither Sally nor I are touching them. I go soft, and feel scared, but my wife is enjoying herself, so I try to show Sally a good time too. I’m not having fun anymore. I’m trying not to look at them and focus on Sally. She can see it in my face, “You want your wife don’t you.” I do. But do nothing. Harry finishes but the night continues without skipping a beat. I’m doing this all wrong now. I can only get hard for my wife, then not at all. But I stagger on. Later I’m fore playing with Sally and my wife and Harry are doing the same, behind and perpendicular to me at the head of the bed. I’m still distracted, soft. I hear my wife, “Fuck me. Please fuck me.” Then I can feel them going behind me.

Part two of the horror that is supposed to be objective professionalism:

We saw a second doctor the next day, a real psychologist this time. He spent 25 minutes on my wifes rape before he brought up psychosexual trauma and flashbacks, at which point she directed his attention to me and I broke down.

What the fuck is it that makes otherwise normal, consenting adults turn of their brain and cry rape? Why are supposedly qualified mental health professionals supporting these notions??

They seem to have come to their senses later, but WTF... how do you even get to a place like this? I understand they were looking for someone to blame, but really?

The next morning my wife said it wasn’t rape because, “When it was hot, it was hot.” and raised the question of a threesome with her and another woman. I put a shotgun in my mouth the next morning. My brain has never been so split in two. I truly believed that both my wife had been raped and I sat back and watched, and that my wife had been unfaithful and dishonest. There was pain coming from too many directions for me to know how to fight it or stop it. I got an emergency counseling session. The counselor assured me I wasn’t crazy and encouraged me to talk with my wife about what happened, that there was truth to be found. It didn’t take long.

Can anyone explain this phenomenon?