I lost my job, got drunk and confessed my deepest, darkest secret.
One I’ve kept for years.
I want my husband. And his best friend.
Dirty, slutty thoughts of them taking me at the same time fill my fantasies.
Nothing’s been the same since that night.
I worry my confession might cost me everything, including my husband.
I love my wife more than anything. There's nothing I won't do to make her happy.
Until I hear Wesley Smith's name slip out of her mouth.
She wants to have sex with him. And me.
Images of the three of us play in a hot, sweaty loop in my mind.
My brain isn’t the only part of me turned on by these scandalous images.
My body yearns for it.
She says it’s what she wants. Now I want it to.
I should say no.
Can I handle sharing my wife with my best friend?