I am a divorced woman in my mid-30s. Carl and I had been friends since we were kids, but it had been years since we had spent any significant time together.

There had always been some unspoken sexual tension between us, and I had heard from more than one mutual friend that he had spent a good portion of his younger years lusting for my firm, athletic body. But now that he was married, and a father of three, all that seemed long ago, even though I still found his dark eyes and playful grin sexy and exciting.

Then one evening last December, just a few days before Christmas, it became obvious to both of us that the sexual tension wasn’t entirely forgotten. I had been invited to his house for dinner, and after the meal Carl and I lingered at the table while May, his wife, set about putting their kids to bed. As we heard her... Read More