


I don’t know why this idea was such a turn-on for me. I love sex, I get aroused easily and there’s not much one can do sexually that I don’t enjoy. What I wasn’t prepared for was the sense of overwhelming sexual sensation and emotion whenever I would contemplate having Michael watch me with another man. When we would talk about it together, my panties would soak through in an instant and a session of aggressive sex would push all conversation aside. I became a nymphomaniac around him because we both knew that the other was thinking about it. I became insatiable.