I can't remember a time when I wasn't a cheater. Not a cheater in playing games, but a cheater in a relationship. I would never cheat at a game; that isn’t ethical. Cheating in a relationship, well, that is a big fat gray area for me. Nothing turns me on as much as the first time I am in the throes of romantic bliss with a new clandestine lover. Just the anticipation of their unknown taste, smell, and texture is so intens...

I got a text from my husband, Johnny, while I was drinking my morning coffee at home in Boston. He was in LA working on a project. His message read: “Don’t forget!” Meeting at 2 pm today at the Wellesley building. The Worthington people will be there to review the site plans and conduct the walk-through with you. I sent a text back. It read: I am meeting Michael at the club for lunch before our meeting. Oh, and honey, my...

I was lost in the moment as my husband Johnny reached over and gently pressed his palm against my right breast. I felt myself tingle at his touch. The same familiar tingle I have felt for years. Just a touch, a smile, or even his scent is enough to make me tingle. Our bedroom was dark except for the glow of our phones charging next to us. I sighed as his fingers began to gently circle my nipple. “Ummm, that feels nice,” I...