Jakob, my husband, wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding his interest in the big-titted woman across the sports bar. At least he was trying to be sneaky about it, but I could see his reflection in my beer glass every time he gave her a glance.

The woman with the nice rack was more subtle. Even so, I caught her casting a lascivious eye at my hubby more than a couple of times.

The thing was, even though we’d been married for two years, I had no problem with my husband checking out other chicks. Hell, it would have been fine with me if he wanted to fuck another woman.

This wasn’t because I loved him any less than when we’d gotten married. It was because before our wedding day — when we were just girlfriend and boyfriend — we used to have all sorts of wild sexual escapades.... Read More