I’m in my late fifties, and I’ve led a very promiscuous life, getting down and dirty with more men than I could ever remember — if I hadn’t documented them in my diaries.

My husband finds reading about my adventures arousing, and Kenny and I have sex several times a week, as he’s 15 years younger and still a very horny guy. Eventually, reading my sexual stories wasn’t enough. Kenny asked me to screw another man while he hid behind a two-way mirror and watched. I told him yes, but that I got to choose the man.

About a month later, I took my car in to be serviced and met a very charming young man in the waiting room. We talked for an hour, with him dropping several subtle sexual remarks. Our cars were ready at the same time, and he invited me to go have a cup of coffee.