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...

We had been riding for well over three hours, and I needed to pee. I dismounted, ground-tied my horse, pulled down my jeans, and squatted, letting it flow. An overwhelming sense of relief fell over me as I looked up and saw Jack looking down at me with a big smile on his face. His ice-blue eyes, squinting in the hot afternoon sun, caught mine. I did not turn away as a sudden pang of naughty desire flowed through me as he...

My husband, Johnny, and I dated for about a year before we became an exclusive couple. Exclusive in that we were in a committed relationship, which we call cage-free. We both were in love with each other, but not in love with being held captive by a partner in an exclusive relationship. Having both been married before and having suffered the pain of being incarcerated by our former spouses, neither of us had any interest...

The dining room was abuzz. The attractive wait staff in crisp white shirts and black slacks flitted about like busy worker bees as Gloria and I picked away at our Caesar salads. I enjoy our weekly lunches at Gino’s. The food is always delicious, and the laughs are always a delight. One of the things I love most about my scandalously beautiful, blond-haired, blue-eyed “Besty” is her honesty. She tells it like it is. Many p...

I walked down the hall from the party and into the bathroom. I froze. My heart pounded in my chest as fear gripped me. I could not move. It was as though some invisible force had wrapped itself around me. I just stood there, taking in the sight of Tom, my friend Cindy's brother, hunched over the bathroom counter with his jeans down around his ankles. He held open a magazine with one hand while his other hand was grasping...

I read the brass letters next to the door. Jennifer Danson, CCHT. I pushed the doorbell button and waited a few seconds before the door opened. “Chelsea?” Jennifer asked with a bright, warm smile. “Hi, come on in, I’m Jennifer.” She stuck out her hand to shake mine. I couldn’t help but feel how warm and soft her hand was. Her grip was firm and confident. She was a lovely woman in her mid-thirties with long red hair and br...