FIVE.
“I want you to f**k me while my husband watches,” Gwen said.
We were having an actual phone conversation. It was the middle of the day and I was taking an actual lunch break, something I had trained myself to do otherwise I’d eat garbage all day instead of a proper meal. She was home, of course, and was bored.
“Uh-huh,” I intoned. “But that’s not going to happen.”
“He’s not the jealous type.”
“They never are, until they find out their wife is f*****g someone else.” I was skimming through some notes while we talked. I had my phone on speaker, a sandwich on the table, and my notes next to that. It was as boring and domestic as possible.
“He doesn’t care,” she insisted. “Well he does,” she added, changing her tune, “but there isn’t anything he can do about it.”
“Right.”
“I even
