Risky Words

I land my dream job as a feature columnist.
The catch?
They think I’m a “sexpert.”
Now I’m writing about sex toys and visiting the notorious Club XTC. That’s right–sexually inexperienced, sheltered, lil ol’ me, at a swingers club.
You’d think my husband David would be thrilled that I’m learning new tricks to bring home at night, right?
You’d be so wrong.
Listen. I’ll admit it. Our sex life has been on a bit of a hiatus lately. But that’s to be expected after the honeymoon period is over, isn’t it?
Plus, who has the time? I’m working overtime to juggle the column, my new TV gig, and writing a book proposal. The rare time I am home? He’s out wining and dining my gorgeous colleague, Crystal. She’s writing a major profile on his floundering company, and it requires a suspicious amount of alone time with David.
If I don’t find a way to get out of this mess, Crystal’s going to steal my job, my husband, and my happily-ever-after.