I hadn’t married young, but I was youngish. Kayla and I had enjoyed some fabulous first years together — with hopefully even more to come. We’d already done plenty of interesting things in our lives — both together and apart. We were amazingly suited to each other — a husband and wife still ready for sexual adventure.

We had literally met at a full-blown orgy. It was a bacchanalia held at somebody’s big, expensive house, a private affair with hot people who’d been assembled from here and there.

I had received my invitation at a hip club, where all the beautifuls danced half naked under strobe lights to pounding music. I showed up for the house party and was immediately swept up in the Ancient Roman-like carnal fervor.

It was a luxurious spread with food and drink... Read More