Bottoms Up
The real thing was so much better than porn.
"Well damn,” I muttered, exiting the bathroom to find my husband sound asleep. He’d had one too many beers, after all. Too keyed up to sleep, I slid on my robe and quietly slipped from the room. I made my way down the stairs, planning to snag a drink from the bar. It would’ve been nice to share a drink with the wives of Brad’s best friends, but at the last minute, neither had been able to join us. As I reached the bottom,...