On the second night of a backpacking trip that my wife, Jean, and I took with my friend Luke, I woke up around two in the morning to the sound of voices.

“What about Ron?” I heard Luke whisper in the darkness.

“He’s a sound sleeper,” Jean whispered back. “Don’t worry.” Her whisper was so quiet that I thought at first she’d said, “Don’t hurry,” but either way, it was clear what my friend and my wife were about to do. Somewhat to my surprise, I felt no anger. Actually, I’d seen this coming for some time. I’d noticed the way she looked at him, the way they laughed together, and I had even speculated about just how and when it would happen between them

Jean’s voice churned with desire and sexual urgency as they... Leer Más