I answered the phone, and the voice on the other end said, “Mona?”

“Hey, Danny,” I replied automatically. “I can’t wait to suck your big, fat dick tonight.”

There was silence. The kind of silence that lets you know you’ve fallen into a big pit of social awkwardness. The voice on the other end was silent. I cleared my throat and asked hesitantly, “Danny?”

“No, Mona, this is Ryan.”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Ryan was one of my husband Ted’s coworkers. I’d met him a few times, often enough to know what he looked like — barrel-chested, red-haired — but not often enough to know what his dick looked like, or to offer to suck it.

I took a risk and tried for a joke. I even dredged up a laugh... Read More