An ordinary pickle jar becomes a cornucopia of forbidden pleasures for a happily married couple.

On the counter in our kitchen sits a jar that holds little slips of paper, some blue, some pink. It looks like an ordinary jar, but to my husband, Fred, and me, it is a special jar. For on the slips of paper are written our sexual fantasies. Once a month a fantasy is withdrawn from the jar and acted out — often with spectacular results.

Fred and I married quite young. We were right out of school and both virgins when we tied the knot. I know it seems unusual in this day and age, but he is the only man I’ve ever had, and I am the only woman he’s ever made love to. We are very much in love with each other, and for most of the first ten years of our marriage, our sex life was quite satisfactory. Then... Leer Más