I’m a happily married 31-year-old woman. I visit a health club regularly and, even after giving birth to two beautiful children, my figure is still the same as it was when I was in high school: 36-22-35. I’ve gotten all kinds of propositions from all kinds of men but always turned them down.

My marriage and sex life are fantastic, and I haven’t felt the desire or need for another man — at least not until last summer, when my husband’s “little brother” Jack came to stay with us for his vacation. Jack isn’t actually his little brother, but my husband had grown up next door to him and had taken on the role of his big brother after Jack’s dad abandoned his family.

My mouth fell open in surprise when we met Jack at the airport. When we left New York eight years ago, he was only 10 years old, and for some reason I... Read More