A Weekend Alone
To think it started with wet panties...
Jen was't ever exactly a prude. We'd been married for nearly ten years, and we'd generally had good sex. There were instances of mind-blowing events mixed with plenty of "yeah, that was worth it" rushes. It wasn't exactly easy for either of us between work, travel schedules, and children. So when the idea of being alone together over a weekend for an out-of-state wedding, we were more than ready. I had a travel schedule t...