Accepting an invitation to dinner with my husband, my secret lover and his wife turned out to be more fun and fulfilling than I’d expected. The rush of adrenaline that coursed through my veins when Jack stroked my thigh under the table alongside our utterly oblivious spouses was intoxicating. Then our eyes met, and we both knew we needed a moment to ourselves.

When Karen suggested we move our hangout session to the living room, I excused myself and made a beeline for the guest bathroom on the opposite side of the first floor.

The doorknob rattled as I rinsed the last of the soap off of my hands.

“I’ll be right out,” I called.

Jack’s gritty baritone rumbled through the wooden door: “Let me in, Ellen.”

I lunged forward, flipping the lock and... Read More