Somehow my husband convinced me to embark on an erotic weekend for our 13th wedding anniversary.

We would leave the kids with the sitter and head for a newly built spa and resort a couple of hours’ drive from us which advertised a lovers’ getaway. I’d been hesitant about leaving the kids. But I thought I really needed some sexual excitement, plus it was only for a weekend, so in the end I relented and decided to make the most of it.

After leaving instructions with the sitter, we set off, making it to the hotel just in time to clean up for dinner at seven. On opening my overnight bag, I found that Roger had shopped and repacked for me. “Excuse me, but where are my clothes?” I said as I pulled out one skimpy little spaghetti-strap dress after another. They would be so tight, there was... Read More