Happily, my husband, Mark, is fully aware that I have feelings for women. In fact, he’s the one who encouraged me to form a sexual relationship with Celia. Not that Mark and I don’t love each other — we do, intensely. After five years together, we feel our commitment to one another more strongly than ever.
Granted, this is an unusual arrangement. But then, Mark is an unusually kind and understanding man. We met at a Mardi Gras ball one warm spring night in New Orleans — me in a cut-to-there chiffon dress and Mark wearing a white dinner jacket and a lazy smile. He’s a tall, auburn-haired man with gorgeous brown eyes, and to say he swept me off my feet is putting it mildly. We made love just a few hours after we met, coupling urgently in a scatter of clothes strewn on my living-room floor. Just a... Read More
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