The question that arises on my husband's birthday is always the same: 'What do you get for the man who has everything?' He isn't a shopper. He once declared he has enough trousers to last the rest of his life.So for his 40th, I decide to buy him a vintage watch. It would declare to the world that — despite his tattered sweaters — he's an employed adult. But when I mention the watch, he says that what he really wants isn't a good, but a service: a threesome with me and another woman.I'm not exactly shocked. He'd mentioned this fantasy before, as had practically every man I'd ever dated. I'd always brushed it off with an eye roll and an 'in your dreams'. The idea wasn't unappealing, but it seemed logistically and emotionally complicated.
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