Jewel asked me if I found Karen sexy. Considering what my wife does to me and what she lets me do to her on a regular basis, I don’t think of other women that way. But there are many ways to be sexy, and Karen definitely nailed at least one of them, so I just told the truth: yes. “I can see that,” Jewel said noncommittally, and that seemed to be the end of it. My wife and I initially weren’t happy to leave our tiny apartm...

“I really wanted to see her tits,” my artist wife had blurted out about naked pictures she had taken of our buxom redhead neighbor Karen. Jewel felt a little ashamed, and probably wouldn’t have told me except for the wine. She was gathering images to process and compose for one of her unusual portraits of our new friend. I love my wife and don’t think of other women that way, at least when my neocortex is in charge. But m...

Like the movie trope, the idea of having a threesome to try to save someone’s marriage was crazy—so crazy it just might work! I managed to resist the lure of Karen’s charms; now my wife wanted me to have sex with her. Would Jewel’s rules be able to keep us out of danger? After the end of Jewel’s busy month-long project, we had spent Saturday having getting-reacquainted sex and more sleep that stretched into the afternoon....

As I slowly woke up, I fought back, trying to hold on to a sweet but nonspecific dream. The redhead sucking my cock was and wasn’t one of two ex-girlfriends or three porn stars or four actresses. She looked up from where she knelt between my legs with her green, blue, or brown eyes. I tried to focus, to resolve her into one face and hold it long enough to complete the wet dream, but it dispersed too quickly. The reality t...