My mom came out to the kitchen waving the Playboy magazines she'd found in my room that my best friend had brought over. I thought that would be the end of us looking at any naked women. Boy, was I wrong.
Jim hired an erotic masseuse for me for our twelfth anniversary. You can read about it in "My Happiest Anniversary," it's quite a sexy tale. This is about our fifteenth anniversary. Oh, he outdoes himself and me.
At a cookout at their house, my best friend asked his wife if she needed anything while he was up and she said, "Sex." Then they extended the invitation. That was fun.
After years of marriage, our sex like was zero. Then it got a boost from a man half my age which led to where I am today, in bed with my husband and another man half his age. It may be fun for you to read but it was lots more fun for me to do.
I saw a girl in my class, Tammy Robinson, a really pretty girl, looking at figure drawing books in the library one afternoon and asked her if she was interested in art. No, it seemed, she was more interested in how guys looked naked. Well, I thought that I and two of my buddies might help her out. We all helped each other out in the end.