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They’re not so much the salacious stories any more but if you knew what Penthouse Forum was 30 years ago, you would appreciate what we’ve done with the live shows,” Mr Costas said. Rewind to October 1979 and while Penthouse Forum had won hearts (among other things) across the globe, Australia was only receiving its first taste. That weekend in our house the couple came to our house. After small talk of what to do and what not, his friend took me to our bedroom. His wife and my husband went to another bedroom. Hello Dave, I am 34 years old, and have been married for Five (5) years. I did trust my husband a lot but he betrayed that trust by cheating on me about Two (2) years ago. I was angry and hurt and disappointed. He showed remorse, apologized and then, cut things off with the other woman, and again, went ahead to take some other actions to make things right again with us. I did forgive him as I felt it was a mistake, and he was genuinely sorry. The problem is, it’s been very hard for me to forget about it, and I feel the only way to get over this is to cheat too. It’s been two years now, and I still have the urge to cheat too.

To make matters worse – for a couple of months now he is hardly home and stays out late every night due to work. We are hardly having any sex because he is mostly tired and not interested. Again, the way he is constantly protecting his phone, I’m beginning to think there’s more keeping him out and not only work. The thing is, I am not going to sit down and lose my sanity and peace of mind if I find out he is cheating again so I gave in to one of my numerous admirers. Yes, I love my husband, and I do not want to leave him, and I know he loves me too. For me, it’s a ‘tit’ for ‘tat’: You do me, I do you, simplisita! And I’m ‘doing’ him with so much pleasure and joy. Who cares what he thinks?” My husband wanted a wife swap. I almost slapped him when he asked me first. I came from a conservative family. We don't even think of such stuff. But, he was so adamant for years. My husband lost his job and was home for a long while. I watched him go for one unsuccessful job interview after the other. I watched him depressed and almost giving up hope. I knew of someone who could help him start all over again. That ‘someone’ is actually the father of a former school mate. That ‘someone’ is the person I am sleeping with, aside my husband. He gave my husband an opportunity to work again. My husband only believes he has the job because he is qualified for it. We managed to make everything look formal: as in, how he heard of the vacancy, the formal processes to application, etc. He has no idea about his boss and I. I am in love with both men, Dave. I don’t know how possible that can be, but it’s happening to me right now. And they both love me too.”

I’ve been married for a few months (not even up to a year). I guess I’m cheating on my husband because he didn’t really meet my expectation. Don’t ask me what that means – because I am still figuring it out myself. He’s not enough for me in everything. My present worry is how secure (financially) I am going to be, with him. I don’t know why I married him. I know, it sounds foolish, but that’s the truth, Dave. I still can’t name one reason why I married him. Of course, I love him, but what kind of love it is – I don’t know. The man I am having an affair with, gives me GHs 2, 500, every two weeks. It’s been Seven (7) months now, and he’s still wiring that amount into my account. According to him, I deserve it. I deserve to be pampered. He makes me happy, Dave. Sometimes, I wish I could give him a baby instead.” He consoled me and literally begged me how badly he had this fantasy from childhood. I understood I don't have any choice to continue this marriage so I nodded painfully.

Pratt, J. (1986). "Pornography and Everyday Life". Theory, Culture & Society. 3: 65–78. doi: 10.1177/0263276486003001006. S2CID 144061458. Everything was almost perfect at home: we had so much love, trust, respect and peace of mind at home. We had dreams and hopes for our children. I was faithful for the 13 years I’d known him, until late 2017. He was involved in an accident in November, 2016, and has been in a wheelchair since. Doctors have assured us that he will walk again, however, I do not care anymore. I nursed my husband’s wounds, took very good care of him for the whole of 2017, and took upon the responsibility of being the ‘head of the family’. Society at large is more conservative, due to political correctness companies that want to advertise certainly don’t have an appetite to be in a magazine like Penthouse anymore. The day I will physically cheat on him, I would be getting out of this marriage. And it’s going to be in April, 2018. My true love is coming to Ghana, to take me away. I have already secured a Visa to return with him. I have no plans of divorcing my husband. Neither do I plan to tell him about my true feelings. He would return from work one day in April, and find all my belongings at home alright… but I would be gone.” I am in my second marriage. And yes, I am cheating on my husband. I wasn’t always like this: I used to be faithful. I used to be content with only one man. I used to love and trust, from deep within. However, my first husband turned me into something I never knew I could be: A murderer! I killed him, Dave… I poisoned my first husband, and watched him die in our bedroom, painfully. I mixed a deadly, colorless, tasteless, odorless substance with my lotion, smeared it gently on my breast, rubbed it on my vagina, put some on my lips: I coated every part of my body I knew he enjoyed putting his mouth and tongue on, and watched him swallow every bit of his own saliva, mixed with the substance.In his introductory speech to welcome Mr Yiannopoulos to Sydney, Mr Costas lamented: “The Dear Penthouse letters aren’t as entertaining as they used to be. I couldn't believe he told me about this guy. I broke down, 'Why are you doing this to me?' I asked. I try thinking of disrespectful, cold attitudes in men, sometimes, as fun: because a woman can never know exactly what to expect with these ‘dogs’, so I am always ready for ANYTHING, and I take pride in my ability to f**k the hell outta them – as a form of my response when they’re almost getting pissed. You can ask my husband. When it comes to good sex, otse me soa, osore! Me tumi di no saaa, he begs me to stop! Make-up sex is always a fresh beginning in my mind, so I make sure it is indeed, a memorable one. And, that’s how I am with every other man I am seeing.”