As my husband of thirty years came, he asked me what was the sluttiest thing I had ever done... My mind wandered.

Was it fingering my best friend on the bus?

Sucking off my sister’s boyfriend in the garden?

Gagged, bound and being fucked by strangers?

Your mother fucking me with a strap-on the night before we married?

Giving a hand job to your best friend in the back seat while you drove?

Choking on your uncle as your father ploughed me from behind?

I smiled.

No, it was none of those.