I always got the feeling that my wife knew about my fetish.

We’d never discussed this turn-on of mine, the desire I’ve nurtured to watch her with another man. But she has always had this way of teasing me, of playing with me, that made me think she understood.

After what happened this weekend, I’ll never have doubts again.

Chelsea knows my schedule inside and out. So she knew I’d be home around nine o’clock from a night of basketball at the gym. Yet when I walked into our apartment, I couldn’t find her at first. Not in the living room. Not in the kitchen. Often on nights like these, I’ll find her waiting for me. Not on this night. I was about to call out to her when I heard noises. Not scary movie noises, but sounds that were of a sultrier variety. Sounds that... Read More