Chapter 1

My life has been blessed, and I’ve been one of the most fortunate people I know. I have had a wonderful marriage to an incredible man. I raised a beautiful, intelligent daughter into a wise, caring and exceptional woman. I nearly lost it all, because of my foolishness and stupidity. I came very close to losing everything, including myself.

My name is Faith Mitchell. I’m forty-five years old and am married to my husband of twenty-plus years, Larry. We have a daughter, named Tina, who just recently graduated from college and is engaged to be married. Larry and I live in a small town, between Dallas and the border with Oklahoma, in an old Victorian home what we converted into a combination art gallery and brewery, called Live Oaks.

I’m the artist of the family and Larry is the brewer. This is our second career. Previously, Larry was a commercial real estate tycoon, and I was a stay-at-home mother and homemaker. Not to brag, but we don’t need to work. We created Live Oaks because art was my passion and brewing was Larry’s. We thought it was a way where we could work together and do the things we’ve always wanted.

As we dove into our new venture, Larry and I found ourselves at home, together all the time. This was very unusual for us because, during the years that Larry worked in real estate, he was rarely home. Back then, intimacy had declined, and our sex was in our version of the Dark Ages. As we pursued our passions, it entered a Renaissance of sorts.

We became like newlyweds, romantically and sexually. We did things we’d never thought of in our youth and enjoyed sex frequently and in many exciting and playful ways. We were best friends, lovers, and loving companions. We were also completely faithful. Not once had we ever considered having a threesome or being sexual with another person.

I have to admit that it has always been one of my fantasies to have sex with multiple people. I love to show off my body and being admired and flirted with gets me very excited. I was never overly tempted to take things too far, but because I knew I wouldn’t cheat, I could explore flirting and teasing fairly freely and openly.

Larry always enjoyed me being frisky and would get excited when I showed off a bit of flesh here and there. He would encourage me to do it, to a point, then when he was too turned on, he would ravish me. It made for incredible foreplay.

I was surprised one day when Larry suggested something fun to try.

“So, I heard about this game some couples play, to add some spice to their sex lives,” he explained slowly, over a couple of his stronger pale ales. “Want to hear about it?”

“Sure,” I told him, but inwardly I was concerned that he thought our sex life wasn’t already spicy enough.

“So, it’s like our version of fantasy island,” he explained.

I laughed and asked him which of us was Tattoo.

“Neither actually,” he said, then continued to explain. “What we do is, each of us writes down several simple fantasies or sexual things we would like to experiment with. We put them into a cookie jar, then once a week, or whenever we want, we take turns pulling one out and then we do it.”

I liked the sound of his idea and told him. However, I had a few concerns. “What if we don’t like the thing what’s written down?” I asked him, “Do we have to do it? I mean, say you put down you want me to run through the mall naked.”

Larry grinned. I could see the little wheels in his head picturing me running naked through Stonebriar. “Well, we could always have the right to veto a fantasy if it exceeds our limitations,” he said. “But, we should only veto something if it’s just completely outrageous. I mean, we wouldn’t have anything so radical in there anyway, would we?”

“I suppose you’re right,” I said, nodding. However, I could think of some fantasies that I had always wanted to do that I was not sure Larry would agree to it. “I suppose we should only put things in there if we feel they’re something we would both want to do.”

“No,” he corrected me, “you don’t have to limit them that much. I think it is safe to push the boundaries somewhat. That’s what makes it exciting. But, I mean, within limits, of course.”

“Of course,” I agreed. “So, should we have two cookie jars? One would be for you to put your ideas in, and one for me to put mine in. Then, each time, we could alternate who gets to draw? But, we could choose to draw from our own or the other person’s.”

“That sounds perfect,” he said, smiling at my suggestion.

So, we set it up, and each of us put ten fantasy ideas on little slips of paper of the same length and put them in our jars. My fantasies were mostly tame things that I knew Larry would enjoy. I kept my secret fantasies as secrets, even with this game. Maybe I could gradually work up to some of them, depending on how the game went. But for then, I didn’t feel comfortable revealing them. At the last minute, I changed one of them into something that pushed the envelope.

It said: “Faith sucks off another man, while Larry watches.”