I watched from the corner of the party as my husband sweet-talked a woman in a wine-red dress.

He was really putting the moves on her, and I could tell his charm was working. How? Because she tossed her hair, batted her eyelashes, fondled her wine stem, threw back her head when she laughed. Her husband wasn’t paying any attention to the flirting that was happening almost right in front of him. He had other things on his mind. Other things like me.

See, Rod and I have an open marriage, and we’d gone to this party knowing that a couple we’d played with before was going to be in attendance. So this mating ritual was merely foreplay, the start of the evening’s erotic dance. I ought to have been paying more attention to Charlie, who was trying his best to keep up a conversation with me. But I... Read More