“Have you been touched by a girl?” she asks as her fingers push the hem of my gown to my midthigh. I shake my head; I have not even been touched by a man. Her breath fans my face as she continues and her hand comes to rest by the side of my head, “Do you want me to?”

“I’m a virgin,” the words slip past my lips before I get a chance to register them.

I don’t understand why I am not pushing her away from me. I like men, I am straight and she’s the other woman, my husband’s mistress but as she comes to kneel between my...