My husband, Howard, and I are middle-aged small-business owners in a happy and, until recently, monogamous marriage.

We deal with the public and various salesmen and deliverymen on a daily basis. My little adventure concerns one of these salesmen.

I’ve been known to go out to dinner wearing a trench coat and heels and nothing else. This usually guarantees a good finger-fucking under the table during our dinner. I get turned on by flashing truckers and teasing Howard’s friends by “accidentally” flashing them or rubbing my tits against them.

My husband enjoys watching other men watch me, but recently I discovered that he wanted to watch them do more than watch me. This was due in part to some of the letters we’ve read and enjoyed in your fine magazine.

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