The Playboy Advisor
May, 1977
A few weeks ago, I was invited to have an affair with the wife of a neighbor. We met in a hotel room for lunch and fucked our eyeballs out. Later, as we were dressing, she noticed that I had given her a slight hickey on the breast. With some scorn, she looked at me and said, "It was nice, but you're kind of new at this, aren't you?" I asked her what she meant. She said that partners who were experienced at illicit get-togethers didn't leave clues, that the hickey was not the mark of a...
