The coffee cooled while we sat quietly at the table.

“We can’t do that again,” she stated.

“Did you enjoy it?”

“Yes. That’s the problem.”

“Was it fun and exciting?”

“Yes.”

“Is that a bad thing?”

“Well, no…. but it’s not what we should be doing.”

“Why not?”

“It’s not good for our marriage.”

“Why not? We both enjoyed it. I enjoyed it.”

“Did you really?”

“Yes. We should do it again.”

She sighed, smirked, and nodded.

“All right, I’ll fuck your friends again.”

“Good. They’re coming for lunch…”