It's not really something anyone ever expects to hear. More so, it’s something that people dread to hear. The common response, aside from shock, a feeling of intimate betrayal and anger is, of course, disbelief. It’s always “Not my wife, she wouldn’t do something like that.” But more and more, the sad truth is, sometimes, she would. Statistics support that, although women are far more closed-mouthed concerning “indiscreti...

So, throughout the course of my day, I did a little research. What I found was that this is something of a common, albeit semi-closeted circumstance. Just like everything else, everybody with internet access has an opinion. Rather than spend a lifetime weeding through the ravings of couples for or against the ‘sharing’ behavior, I decided to concentrate on the opinions and findings of the professionals that were actively...

“Honey, this is Dean. Dean, this is my husband Rick,” she said kind of awkwardly given the possible situation. Dean was, by my first impression, a good-looking average guy. Not a gym rat, not overly dressed, not terribly young. Honestly, he had a very kind face. Certainly not the type to go accosting women in their places of business, at least, outwardly. He had light-colored eyes, the kind that doesn’t really have a defi...

“Whoa,” Dean exclaimed in disbelief. “We better get to the elevators, quick,” I replied. We both practically fell over each other in a rush to vacate the table. We hurriedly headed through the bar area toward the elevator, and there she stood with her back to us. The doors opened, revealing an empty, mirror-paneled lift. We entered and stood waiting for the doors to close with her between us. I glanced into the mirror and...

“I’ll be back in a minute,” she announced, slowly rising off the sofa, teetering just a bit. “Don’t you gentlemen go anywhere,” she called over her shoulder, giggling just a bit as she closed the bathroom door. “Not until you tell me to,” Dean replied smiling gratefully. “That’s what I call following the rules,“ she answered, peeking through a crack in the bathroom door. “Hold that thought. I have plans for both of you.”...

I reclined on the bed, propped up against the headboard. Dean was still sitting on the end of the bed, I guess consumed in thought. He turned around and asked, “Do you think we’re done?” “I have no idea,” I replied honestly. “So far about a thousand things have happened tonight that I never would have imagined. I’m going to leave it up to her,” I said hearing water running in the bathroom. I could only suppose she was was...