My wife and I have an average sexual relationship, at least as average as can be expected after six years of marriage and two kids under the age of five.

We usually get together only once a week, generally Saturday night or Sunday morning, with me being the initiator and what has become an increasingly obligatory response from her. I love my Angela and the family we’ve started, but I’m also still a guy, waging a daily battle between virtue and vice.

Angela works in a large office with several other women, and as women will do, they all frequently compare notes on marriage, relationships, et cetera. One of these coworkers, whom I’ll call Halle, is single and highly sexed. She loves to tell my wife about her varied exploits, and my wife in turn enjoys recounting these stories to me. My frequent... Leer Más