I trailed behind Melissa as she passed the videos and magazines. I picked up a few magazines, flicking through the pages, and decided to come back one day on my own and purchase a couple. There were definitely some things I needed to learn but didn’t want to ask. Melissa would probably think I was too naive.

“See anything that interests you?” she asked, peering over my shoulder at the erotic images in my hands. “Hmm I was wondering what you were up to.”

“My mind’s spinning. I feel like a child in a candy store. I don’t know what to choose or which product I might like more than the other.”

“Take your time. We’ve got hours to kill.”

Even though Melissa and I shared our most private thoughts, there were some things I couldn’t discuss with anyone. She might think I was weird. Well, weird wasn’t the right word. What one person found titillating another might find distasteful.

We walked on a bit further. Melissa moved off quickly when something caught her attention.

“Hmm, nice probe,” Melissa said, eyeing me mischievously with a smirk lifting one corner of her mouth. I wondered if she’d ever used one like that.

See, now that’s the perfect example. Anal sex just wasn’t my thing. I knew people, even Melissa, said they loved it but I couldn’t imagine responding to that kind of stimulation.

Melissa claimed it was extremely erotic, said it gave her the most powerful orgasms. Who blurts something like that out?

Admittedly, it had been after a few drinks at a bridal shower, but still ... it wouldn’t be the sort of thing I’d tell anyone about.

I hoped that a sexual adventure this weekend might be the way to open up a new stage in our relationship, that Richard and I could open up, with each other about our fantasies and bring back that spark we had when we were first married.

There was no stopping Melissa once my interest became more obvious. Next stop -- lingerie. Considering how flimsy most of them were, I thought the prices were outrageous, especially for my budget.

But as I walked on, I did spy a sexy black leather teddy cut low in the front, with chains crisscrossing over the chest. The cut out crotch would make for easy access with hooks for garters. The display showed a pair of fishnet stockings. I knew I had to have it.

Hopefully Richard would find it just as appealing, especially if he never found out what it cost.

That slinky number was definitely going in the basket.

“Hmm, kinky,” Melissa said gaily as I dropped it in.

“Not a word,” I threatened.

She laughed as she dropped in a little leather whip, her eyebrows arching as though daring me to defy her.

“I’ve got a pair of thigh-high boots that will complement that outfit perfectly,” she suggested.

Why wasn’t I surprised?