Seriously. That’s what we called it. The Sex Report. It was my wife’s way of telling me what she’d done with the other men she’d fucked.
I was all for the arrangement. I hadn’t gone into our marriage with any illusions. Tiff liked sex, she liked variety, and she liked to have her options. We had, of course, discussed all of this long before taking our wedding vows.
I didn’t regret anything. Not at all. I loved Tiff, and she loved me right back, with the same incandescent zeal. We were made for each other… just not, you know, exclusively. It was an unconventional marriage, I’ll grant you. But I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
Tiff made her arrangements on her own. She was a sociable creature, very attractive, and men — and women —... Read more...