My husband, Todd, and I had been talking about our trip for days. Especially at night, in bed, where we titillated each other with fantasies about the uninhibited sex we would have in a strange town, in the exciting anonymity of a motel room. Todd even packed a “travel kit,” as he called it, saying that it was a surprise.

On the day of our departure, we were aware of a kind of background static of eroticism that kept us both turned on during the long drive upstate. As soon as we got to the motel, Todd opened the “travel kit” and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses. He poured us each a glass, then reached back into the bag, pulling out a silver satin chemise and matching panties.

We showered together, and then I put on the slinky chemise. I was on my knees on the bed, sucking Todd,... Read More