The Playboy Advisor

April, 1997

I produce copious amounts of precome, which used to be a source of great embarrassment. If I get the least bit aroused, the fluid gets all over my wife, all over me and all over whatever we're making love on. One evening we were having sex and my wife was begging me to touch her, but she wasn't very wet. To make matters worse, we had run out of lube. There, dripping down my leg, was the answer. I gathered some of my precome with my fingers and rubbed it on her clitoris. She loved it, and I have...