I got a text from my husband, Johnny, while I was drinking my morning coffee at home in Boston. He was in LA working on a project. His message read: “Don’t forget!” Meeting at 2 pm today at the Wellesley building. The Worthington people will be there to review the site plans and conduct the walk-through with you. I sent a text back. It read: I am meeting Michael at the club for lunch before our meeting. Oh, and honey, my...

I was lost in the moment as my husband Johnny reached over and gently pressed his palm against my right breast. I felt myself tingle at his touch. The same familiar tingle I have felt for years. Just a touch, a smile, or even his scent is enough to make me tingle. Our bedroom was dark except for the glow of our phones charging next to us. I sighed as his fingers began to gently circle my nipple. “Ummm, that feels nice,” I...

A few weeks ago, my husband Johnny and I were playing a friendly game of Truth or Dare with a group of friends, when, after a few drinks, we all began to let our hair down a little. Me included. After the usual “show us your tits” request, I decided to go for the truth. My friend, Sherry, looked at me with a sinister grin, “So Chel, tell us the truth, have you ever taken money for sex?” I had to think about the question f...