My husband Richard and I were both in our mid-40s and had been married for 20 years when we decided to celebrate our anniversary by taking a romantic two-week vacation in the Caribbean, staying at a plush resort on one of the beautiful islands and going deep-sea fishing during the day.

The captain of our chartered fishing boat was a young man named Alexander. He was 22 and very athletic-looking, and from the first day I could see that he wanted me. He seemed unable to keep his eyes off my body, which was usually encased in one of the skimpy bikinis I had bought especially for this vacation. Not that I minded much; he was young and attractive and I actually had the hots for him myself. But though I do occasionally stray (usually with my husband’s knowledge and permission), this was a special occasion for Richard and... Read More