Carson often traveled for work, and I’d get restless. My husband was well aware that I was a woman with needs. I liked to work, but I really liked to play — and I absolutely loved to fuck.

He kept up with me fairly well, but when he went away for long work trips, I think he knew I was getting something on the side. And he seemed fine with it.

Maybe it was a vacation for him, if you will. It was always an experience for me.

Before he went south for a recent conference, he took me in his arms and kissed me deeply.

“Be good,” he said teasingly.

“Never,” I promised.

“Have fun,” he said in a knowing tone.

“Always,” I replied.

He gave me a squeeze, and then gave my rear another. He jokingly added, “Take... Read More