It amused me when my wife, Tonia, got jealous of my bisexual past.

She was envious of the men I’d fucked, since she’d only had lesbian sex. Maybe she was belatedly curious about the male form and wondered how it would feel to have a real cock inside her.

She and I had been married only a year, long enough for us to settle into comfortable routines. We’d had this same conversation before, about my bisexuality, where she spoke wistfully of my past boyfriends and made me tell her lurid stories of my hetero exploits.

I didn’t mind. I loved Tonia with every womanly inch of myself, and she loved me right back. I would do anything to make her happy.

That day, though, I impulsively tried another tack. I said, “If you’re really curious, sweetheart, I know the very man... Leer Más