My husband’s best friend Ed was in town to visit his grandmother, so we made plans to get together with him on Saturday night.

Sid and I had some relatives staying with us, so in order to be able to talk quietly and without interruption, we bought a 12-pack of beer and drove out to a quiet lake about an hour away, where the three of us sat in the car and caught up on our lives.

My husband knew I had been intimate with Ed one night several years ago, and he had even let me go with Ed one night after that, for the sole purpose of having sex with him. But that was in the past, and tonight, as far as I was aware, was just about three old friends swapping stories.

But after a while, as I sat between the guys with the only illumination coming from the dim light of the car radio, I felt Ed’s hand... Read More