Every month, I meet my girlfriends for drinks at the dive bar we used to go to in college.

We dress like we did 20 years ago, in our jeans and concert T — shirts, put on too much makeup, and flirt with the men who offer to buy us drinks — even though we’re all married and have been for years. It’s fun and relaxing and a great way to cut loose. But what the other women don’t know — and what my husband doesn’t know — is that after girls’ night is over, I double back and hook up with the hot young bartender who just “happens” to be working every time we go to the bar.

Eddie is nearly half my age, a sexy 23 — year — old who has tight abs, lots of tattoos, and can last twice as long as my husband in bed. He also loves going down on me,... Read More