We were all nervous, no doubt about it. As we sat around the card table, fidgeting restlessly, I could feel my heart pounding. My palms were sweaty. My throat was dry. The tension was palpable.

The cause of all this was Lilith, my loving wife of nearly eight years, who suddenly had control not only of the next few moments but of the rest of the night — and perhaps our entire lifestyle. I glanced to my right and saw her, as radiant as ever, with her frosted blonde hair, sparkling blue eyes and full, sensuous mouth. But it wasn’t her nearly flawless face that captured my attention; it was the fact that she was seated at the table in her bra and panties.

Sex with my wife was great, but I felt frustrated from time to time by the sameness and longed for the variety that could come only with the feel of a... Leer Más