The air in the hotel room was thick with a potent cocktail of anticipation, old memories, and the crisp scent of clean linen. It was a neutral space, a canvas waiting to be painted with the colors of their desire. Rob stood by the window, a silent observer, his heart a frantic drum against his ribs. He watched as his wife, Jess, and the man from her past, Patrick, stood near the foot of the king-sized bed, the space betwe...

The morning light filtering through the hotel curtains was softer, gentler than the raw energy that had consumed the room the night before. Jess and Rob lay tangled in the sheets, their bodies sated and their minds buzzing with the new, thrilling reality of their arrangement. The sex they’d shared after Patrick left had been incandescent, a desperate, loving reaffirmation that burned brighter than any encounter in recent...