A few years back, I was sent on an extended business trip abroad. These were common throughout our 25-year marriage, but we’ve adapted well. Bea holds down the home front and her own busy career. The timing for this one was great because she had been warned hthat er job would soon shift to high gear, meaning some long hours at the office. During these trips, we usually communicate by text message. It keeps us close while...

Business trips often kept Tom and me apart during our 25-year marriage, but we've made the best of it. I’d wake to his texts from Tokyo or Frankfurt, and before my first sip of coffee, I’d send him something to make his hotel room feel less empty—a glimpse of what he was missing beneath my silk robe. We crafted elaborate scenarios for each other: the stranger at the lobby bar who couldn’t stop staring, the massage that we...

I felt the familiar buzz of my phone. It was a group text from Bea, sent to me and an unknown number: “Ready or not…” with a dimly lit selfie of her beautiful snatch, glistening with excitement. My dick was instantly hard. Not ten minutes later came a message from that second, unknown, number: “I thought you might be interested in what your wifey is up to…<wink emoji>,” accompanied by a URL. A strange thrill rippled...

Bea was giddy. Although she’d indulged in hall passes before, they had been with a young man she was comfortable with. Tonight was different. Nine days into what should have been a one-week business trip, she was wound tight from days of intense negotiations. The executive across the bargaining table was genuinely distracting. She briefly considered sliding her room number into his palm as the meetings broke up. Maybe to...