“What are you thinking about?” Bonnie Campbell asked, as her husband lay on his back catching his breath. The bedroom was warm and a little stuffy. The overhead light was off, but even so, there was enough light to see the overtly erotic décor in the room. Shelves contained a collection of bronze sculptures, all nude, and several were of couples making love. The walls held several friezes, a few Chinese copies of sexy oil...

For Bonnie, it seemed forever until Monday morning. Both of them had a hard time thinking of anything else besides what would happen at Jill’s house Monday afternoon. It didn’t hurt their sex life, though. They made love every day since Bonnie told Cooper what she had done, it was spicing up a sex life that had long ago begun to flag twenty years of marriage. On Monday morning, Bonnie intentionally stayed in bed until Coo...