How I shared my wife with my neighbour after finding him watching her undress through our bedroom window. This is a true story. I haven't even changed the names. If you are wondering why I have set out the details so clearly it is because the events are so burned into my mind that I think of them often. I am not a writer as you will be able to tell quite quickly.
For fans of my first wife's adventures, I've been searching through thousands of holiday pictures hoping to find something; well at last I have. The picture itself is nothing, just J on a small motorbike, but look at what she's wearing. A pair of white shorts and a low cut top without a bra, not your perfect riding outfit but perfect for her.
This is a true account. I share it with you now as a way of explaining my, ahem... interest, in non-consent. It is more a 'You show me yours, I'll show you mine', a sort of 'coming-of-age' narrative than a story.