My husband Steve and I were out celebrating his promotion, but by the time we were ready to go home and engage in what I hoped would be a little congratulatory sex, Steve was ahead of me by more than a few drinks and feeling no pain.

Getting him home was not going to be easy.

We had been playing pool with a really good-looking guy named Drew, who was what my girlfriends and I like to call “serious eye candy.” I’d caught him checking me out several times during the evening, and had fun flirting with him. When he saw me trying to maneuver Steve toward the door, he came to my rescue. The two of us got Steve into the back of the car, where he promptly passed out.

I was about to thank Drew for his help when he said, “Just to be safe, maybe I should follow you in my car. You’re... Read More