“Tomorrow night it’s your turn,” is what she said. Sam’s brain was playing ping pong re-living the previous evening’s events. He had had an erection practically the entire day, with images of Harper masturbating for him the last night, pulling on her nipples, slapping her own clit, fucking an invisible (and still unnamed) fantasy partner with a seven-inch, rubber dildo as a stand-in cock. He couldn’t stop wondering if she...

Like many long-married couples, Playtime had taken a back seat to outside forces. To be honest, Sam’s and Harper’s sex life had never been awful, but their drive had never been quite on the same plane. Lately, they had reached the point of making love once every couple of months, and Sam would have liked to fuck every couple of hours. The infrequency didn’t seem to bother Harper, but Sam had become frustrated and anxious....