I stared across the kitchen at Isla with jaw agape, frozen in place and stunned. She read the flyer. She knew what it entailed. It was pretty darn specific. What the actual hell was going on here? Was she just fucking with me? I entertained that idea for a moment, but she’s a terrible actor and even worse prankstress. No, she wasn’t fucking with me. She was really considering it. Geez, who had I married? I’m not complaini...

I’m Isaac and Isla’s my wife, and we just got back from our first visit to a sex club! We went with rules. All the online advice says you should do just that. Not knowing exactly what to expect and going in with caution, our rules were stricter than we might have ideally liked. I’m certainly not complaining. Our rules were sensible. We agreed that our first visit would be a “scouting mission,” and we wouldn’t engage in an...

It’d been long years, but now Annika was giving me signals. Out of practice, stammering, I invited her over Friday. But my intentions were clear. Her sultry look accompanying her “YES!” was unmistakable. Finally, this was gonna work! I drove home, elated. Amber was on the couch, texting. Who? No idea. I told her everything, carrying on like a teenager on the brink of my first feel. Amber frowned, saying, “Bad idea.” Fuck,...