Game Night

Today couldn’t have been worse if it had been gift-wrapped in dog shit, set on fire and left to burn on my front porch. The only thing that could possibly turn this clusterfuck around is sex. Not lovemaking. Sex. The hard-and-fast kind that really gets the blood pumping. It’s a good thing my sexually adventurous wife understands this.

She’s ready and willing to turn my bad day into a very bad, very dirty nightâ€"and she isn’t alone. She’s brought home a friend from work. The other woman is five-foot-ten-inches of wet-dream perfection, and she’s all mine for the night. Or so I think. Because my wife wants to play with her too…

And I’m totally okay with that.