Scott was my husband of ten years. He had just caught me engaged in one of my guilty pleasures, reading erotic romance novels. More than erotic, steamy really. Scott is tall, surfer boy handsome and fit. He has his own residential construction business and often worked with his men, which meant he was a man’s man as well as a woman’s. I loved him immensely and was not looking to upgrade. For that matter, he was more romantic than I was, still giving me flowers on special occasions and celebrating Valentine’s Week, not Valentine’s Day. He helped with the household chores, rubbed my feet or my back if they hurt, and was the best lover I’ve ever had. Still, I did enjoy my romances. I handed him the book.

“A reverse harem romance,” he read aloud. “What’s a reverse harem?” He asked.

“A reverse harem is one where there are many men satisfying one woman, instead of many women for one man; a harem in reverse,” I informed him.

He continued reading the publicity blurb on the back of the book. ‘*’ was a virgin when the earth was captured in an interstellar war. I was stripped, enslaved and auctioned off to ten alien warriors who helped subdue our world. I was claimed and ravished in the most reprehensible ways imaginable. They set about mastering my maiden body and instructing me what it means to belong to them absolutely. They bought me to use me, but in my heart I know they would protect me with their lives.’ Ten men, huh?” He asked.

“Does this titillate you?”

‘ enjoy them, yes, otherwise I wouldn’t read them. It’s a fantasy. Ten would be far too