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The afternoon is spent walking along the beach, sipping drinks and sampling snacks at the tiki hut, while we enjoy a wonderful solo musician playing against the backdrop of the gentle surf rolling in. Later, we throw away some money on the slots at the little casino next to the main bar. I treat Darcy to a message at the fitness centre while I head off to stretch and push some weights  in the well-equipped gym. I am a bit sore from the tennis, but the workout feels good anyway.

After a full afternoon, we both collapse back in our suite and steal a half-hour recharging nap. Just before I lose consciousness, I remember thinking that this is the first time she and I have been alone together without ravaging each other sexually. I can’t help a mellow smile, as I hear the gentle hissing of her transition into slumber. We have worn each other out. I laugh.

We awake refreshed and ready for the challenge of another decadent evening. Darcy spends extra time in the washroom, and I can only imagine how stunning she will look when she comes out. While it is no guarantee that our night will evolve into the threesome that we had discussed on the way back from the tennis courts, we are both hoping that things will go in that direction. At least I think we are. From the way Bryce was eyeing Darcy, I am betting that he will jump at the chance, if Darcy doesn’t lose her nerve. We’ll see.

When she emerges, she is at her ravishing best. She has a short yellow skirt on and a sheer black silk blouse. Her smooth legs and generous cleavage are highlighted tantalizingly. While she usually wears only a little makeup, she has darkened her eyeliner and mascara, and her lipstick is a little redder than I am used to. She may even have put a little blush on. I am speechless at first, and just smile as I take a slow, deep breath.

“What do you think?” she finally asks, as she pirouettes for me. I think she knows the answer.

“I have to be honest, Darcy…” I start, and she flinches a little, thinking perhaps that she has overdone the seductive look. ”If you hadn’t gone to so much trouble with your hair and makeup, I would probably back you up against that wall and attack you like a dog in heat right now!” She relaxes and blushes a little, obviously pleased that I indeed approve. “You look positively gorgeous! “ I continue, “There will be many a wandering eye as we make our way through this resort tonight.”

“And maybe some wandering hands?” Darcy adds, hopefully, reaching down and lightly stroking the outline of my penis in my dress pants.

“Now you can’t do that!” I protest. “I am doing all I can to hold it together, out of respect for all the work you have put into that ‘please fuck me’ look.” She squeezes my cock and smiles a sinister, coy grin. “But… but if you keep that up, you will be fucked silly very shortly, my dear!” She has me breathing hard and I definitely intend to carry out my threat if she doesn’t ‘stand down’.

Finally she removes her hand and smiles. “Alright, have it your way. I just enjoy getting a rise out of you, tiger.”

“Yeah, you are quite gifted at that, aren’t you! But keep a little in your tank tonight, dear. You may be raising more than one mast tonight, if all goes to plan!” I wink. I straighten up my pants a little to adjust my constrained penis and give her a kiss on the cheek. As we leave, I wonder if I am pushing her too far with this latest threesome idea? I recall that her last MFM threesome was not a pleasant experience at all for her, but I thought we were both ready to give it a try. She had enjoyed the FMF threesome immensely the night before. But was I trying to pack too much radical sexual adventure into this short holiday?

Bryce is already at the bar when we get there. Three drinks are on the table, two beers and a gin and tonic. Bryce is wearing a flattering, form-fitting polo shirt, khaki dress shorts and Birkenstocks. I am a little more formal in my beige dress slacks and dress shirt. Darcy can’t help but be impressed by this fellow. His entire body is ripped with sinewy, athletic muscle and he radiates charm.

“Thank you, Bryce!” I offer, as he pulls out the chair for Darcy to sit down. “How did you know what we would like?”

“I took an educated guess for you, based on the way you strike the tennis ball. I pegged you for a  draft beer guy and for Darcy, well, I wasn’t sure. I figured she was sweet enough, so the tartness of a gin and tonic seemed a good guess.”

Darcy cocks her head, lifts one eyebrow, smiles sarcastically and retorts, ”Aren’t you the smooth talker? But I wasn’t born yesterday. We all know why men usually buy women a gin and tonic.”

“Ah yes. The juniper berries are very good antioxidants? Well, that too.” His comeback is quick and Darcy and I laugh. “There aren’t a lot of good sources of juniper berries in most people's diets.”

“Well, here’s to junipers,” I add, and we toast. Darcy just laughs both of us off and we drift into fun conversation about our lives, work, tennis, and life on this resort. Bryce works here all through the winter months, and then he is one of the pros at a tennis club in Pittsburgh during the summer. He is married, so he flies home to Pittsburgh for a weekend once every two weeks during the winter, to see his family. Any hesitation Darcy initially felt for Bryce melts rapidly, and she is smitten with his charm and stories of his jet-set life in athletics.

“Oh my! I live less than an hour from you!” She explains her location and Darcy even recalls the tennis complex in Pittsburgh that Bryce works out of.  She goes on, “You must get a little lonely down here by yourself.”

“A little lonely at times, sure. But I am lucky enough to socialize with folks like yourselves quite often, which is nice. It was great of you two to ask me out to dinner, by the way.”

Darcy keeps probing. Through her body language, I can tell that she is definitely attracted to him, but I still sense some uneasiness in her overall demeanour. I find myself a little uneasy as well, for some inexplicable reason. The guy is great, amazing really, so I am confused as to the source of our anxiety. Is Darcy’s uneasiness rubbing off on me?

Bryce goes on to tell us about his short competitive professional tennis career, and then how he now manages his lessons schedule, both here and in Pittsburgh. He works out every day in the gym and spends six hours per day on the courts, when in the U.S.A. Things are much less rigorous down here at the resort. Small wonder he is so tanned and muscled. I notice Darcy scanning his body as he talks about his intensive workout regime. Needless to say, he is easy on her eyes.

After a drink, we move to an Italian a-la-carte restaurant.  A Barbadian man is playing Italian songs on his accordion in the middle of the restaurant as we are seated. This time, I grab Darcy’s chair for her before Bryce can grab it. I wonder how much we are going to be tripping over each other tonight if this plan comes to fruition.

I have never had a threesome, but Darcy has had a few. The FMF the previous evening was her second, and she had one MFM threesome some years back. It hadn’t been very satisfying for her. She had initially been reluctant when we discussed this idea, probably for that reason, but I had convinced her to try again.  As I sip the cool water the waiter has just poured, I glance over curiously at Bryce and Darcy, who are comparing notes on good places to eat in Pittsburgh. Why am I doing this? I think to myself.

Bryce definitely finds her attractive, and the “flirt meter” is registering advances in both directions. And I sense that Darcy’s hesitation seems to be waning. I can’t say the same about my own thoughts, however.

Dinner progresses and the conversation is light, with lots of joking around. Every time Darcy laughs, Bryce's and my eyes go to her jiggling cleavage. We catch each other a few times, and I am sure Darcy catches us as well.

We have three different pasta meals, and all are splendid. After our second bottle of wine is half-done, Darcy's and my extra-marital situations spill out in the conversation. Bryce is not shocked in the least, but rather acknowledges the number of couples he comes across that are having clandestine getaways like ours.

“If you want naughty, this is the place to do it,” he adds, winking at Darcy as he says it.

Darcy smiles coyly back at him. Her nipples have risen under her blouse, I note. “So, since we have gotten personal, are you ever naughty yourself while you are here, Bryce? That’s a long time to be away from your lovely wife, even with those bi-weekly flights home.”

He smiles and pauses awkwardly for a moment, then chuckles quietly. “Well, I AM a tennis pro. Let’s just say that I meet lots of beautiful, fit women in this job.” Pause. “And I assure you that I take pride in giving every one of my clients the individual attention they require.”

“Oh my, aren’t YOU the politician!” Darcy quips, and the three of us laugh. She definitely catches us ogling her jiggling breasts and engorged nipples this time. A pert smile forms and she adjusts the straps on her sleeveless blouse. I top up all of our glasses with the rest of the wine, as a dessert platter arrives with honey clusters, tiramisu, sprinkle cookies and Amaretto ricotta cheesecake.

After dinner, the three of us walk past the entertainment pavilion and toy with the idea of sitting down to listen to the music. But Bryce has early morning lessons on Monday, and doesn’t want to make too late a night of it. I wonder if he has lost interest in the idea, and I can’t decide if I am disappointed or relieved.

Darcy intervenes, “Well, definitely come back to our suite for a nightcap, Bryce. We won’t keep you long.“ She throws a quick, nervous glance in my direction as she says this. He graciously accepts and Darcy gives me another look, but this time she adds a wink. I feel a pit in my stomach, but also a sense of excitement.

Bryce and I are talking tennis on the balcony of our suite while Darcy freshens up in the washroom. As we chat, I wonder how this will actually play out. The verbal flirting has been going on all night, and Bryce’s eyes have been all over Darcy, but the leap to actually involving another man in our lovemaking seems like a wide chasm to cross. I begin to wonder if our plan is ill-conceived and destined to fizzle anyway.

Darcy calls for me from another part of our suite. I excuse myself and head in. I find her in the bedroom, in a lacy, red and black teddy, one I recognize from photos she has sent me while at home. She has a nervous, but wanton look in her eyes.

“Dane, is this too much? Am I nuts? I’m much more nervous than I was with Cassidy, for some reason.”

“Me too, actually. I don’t know why, though. Do you find him attractive, Darcy? I know he thinks you are hot.”

“He is fucking gorgeous!” I laugh at her brazenness, but for some reason, it hurts a little when she says it. I can’t be jealous after all this, can I? “I have to tell you, Dane, that the horny, adventurous side of me definitely wants this. But being with another man is different than being with another woman.” I turn over a flipped shoulder strap on the teddy. “Are YOU going to be OK, Dane? Neither of us really knows this guy.”

I muster up my rational side and aggressively bat back my own rising anxiety. “You really didn’t know Cassidy either, but you were able to let go with her. Why should this different? We both wanted to push the limits on this getaway, didn’t we?”

“I suppose that was the idea, yes.  And we are certainly doing that. God, I am so horny, Dane, I’ll tell you that. And this IS my last night. I need another drink to build up my nerve.”

“Coming right up.” I exit, my heart pounding and my mind spinning. I pour her a glass of her favourite white wine, bring it to her, kiss her on the forehead and then head back out to the balcony. I figure that I had better push my fears aside, stick to the plan and lay the cards on the table for Bryce. I’ve always been one for sticking to the plan.

After taking my seat, I take a deep breath and plunge in. “Bryce, I can tell that you find Darcy attractive. She finds you very attractive too, “ I say quietly, while sipping my whiskey. There is a long, awkward pause.

Finally, Bryce responds. “You definitely have a very attractive and very charming mistress there, Dane. Your relationship must add a lot of excitement to your life.” Another long pause.

I continue, “One thing Darcy and I promised ourselves on this trip is that we would push the limits a bit… sexually. We both crave excitement in that area. Darcy has a very powerful sex drive, and well … I’ll just say it … she wants to experience a threesome with two men. She is very attracted to you and we would like you to join us, if you are comfortable with that.”

I imagine that Bryce is choking on his drink at this point, but we are interrupted by Darcy, who slinks out and sits across from us. Bryce’s eyes widen at the sultry teddy she has changed into. Her tits almost pop out of it as she bends to grab our drinks. He clears his throat to say something, but nothing comes out. He casts a quick look and smile in my direction. Darcy smiles seductively at Bryce, and with both of our whiskeys in hand, heads back into the suite. “It’s cool out here, boys. Come on back in.”

Bryce looks at me with a big smile and whispers, “Are you sure you are OK with this?”

I get up and he follows. As we re-enter the suite, I whisper back, “She wants it, Bryce.”

Darcy saunters over, sits on Bryce’s lap, and says, “You have an early morning, Bryce, and I wanted to make sure I said a proper thank you for you showing Dane all those backhand tips this afternoon.” Her drink must have kicked in. She puts her arms around him and pulls him in for a seductive kiss. His hands slide down her back to her round butt, framed so seductively in the teddy. His eyes dart questioningly to me, but I just manage a weak smile.

She is unbuttoning the top buttons on his shirt and pulls it up over his head. She stands back and admires his well-sculpted shoulders, arms, chest and abs, before reaching down to his zipper. I deflect Bryce’s glance toward me this time. When she slips off his underwear, a massive, rigid cock springs out, bouncing, and I spot the hungry look in Darcy’s eyes. Any trepidation she might have had has now been replaced by the sexual hunger I know so well.

Darcy laughs. “You pack a punch there, Bryce.”

Bryce croaks, “You look gorgeous!”

“Well,  I plan on giving YOU a lesson tonight, Bryce, in return for improving Dane’s backhand. Fair is fair. “ Her hand then encircles his throbbing cock and she starts stroking it gently, still looking in his eyes. “Do you think I can improve your stroke, Bryce?” The double entendres are flying thick, as are the pheromones. I take off the rest of my clothes and pad out to the kitchen to refresh all of our drinks. I can tell that she is enjoying this, but I am now confused and stressed.

When I come back, Darcy is sliding his huge cock in and out of her mouth, slowly. She looks at me seductively as she does it, and I try to fake an approving look. I put the refreshed drinks on the coffee table, take one and ease slowly back to a chair in the corner. I realize that I am completely flaccid, and I don’t want Darcy to see this, so I turn on an angle. My heart is actually pounding in my throat, but this time, it is not lust.

She releases his cock from her mouth with a plop, and then grips his engorged member with both hands, stroking it slowly up and down while staring deeply into his eyes. “The grip is important, Bryce,” she says playfully wry smile on her face. Her tits wobble deliciously in her teddy as she strokes him with both hands, increasing speed. Bryce sighs deeply, completely in her trance.

“You can’t squeeze too firmly, “ Darcy continues, “just firm enough.” She pumps a little harder and Bryce is now pumping his hips to her ministrations. The head of his cock is already glistening with precum.

She speeds up the pace a little, and I feel like I should join in, but I can’t. Then I watch Bryce undo the lace holding her luscious, big breasts in place. The teddy falls and her breasts tumble out. I finally rise, move to her and pull the teddy slowly down her hips as she continues to stroke Bryce. Then she bends over and takes his wet cock back into her mouth again. I caress her tits from the back, still conscious of my soft penis.

She slurps, sucks and licks, and Bryce is in ecstasy. “Suck that big cock, baby. You are amazing!” he pants, “but be careful, I...I am going to cum in your mouth soon.” His voice breaks with his pumping motions in and out of Darcy’s mouth. Meanwhile, I slide my hands down to Darcy’s pussy, and start gently rubbing up and down its length. She is completely drenched, and obviously loving this.

Darcy lifts her mouth off his cock and smiles, “I want you to fill my mouth, baby. I’ll bet there’s a lot of sperm in those balls for a hungry girl. A healthy athlete like you will be back up in no time, won’t you?” Her mouth goes back down to his cock, bobbing up and down sloppily, as two of my fingers slide in and out of her wet pussy. I reflect on my own somewhat slow recovery time, and feel a little sensitive about Darcy’s recovery time comment.

She coos from my stroking as she continues to suck away. I am rubbing and putting pressure on her G-spot, my fingers spiralling in and out of her from the back. Bryce is close, his breathing getting more and more ragged. I know that I should be turned on by the thought of him ejaculating into her mouth soon, but I am anything but. She is enjoying him so much.

Darcy’s cooing has turned to loud moaning. She, too, is going to cum. Just as Bryce groans and clenches his butt cheeks, pumping sperm into Darcy’s mouth, Darcy begins convulsing on my hand, streams of her cum squirting onto her inner thighs and onto my wrist. She chokes out a stifled scream, causing Bryce’s erupting cock to slip from her mouth. His cum oozes from her mouth down onto her chin, and several more jets fling hard from his bowed penis, glazing her neck and tits.

Their mutual orgasms recede, as does their breathing. The smell of Bryce’s semen and Darcy’s cum permeates. Sperm is dripping down Darcy’s chin as she rises and collapses on her back on the bed. She uses her index finger to carefully scoop the thick, white seed from her chin into her mouth, all the while looking seductively at Bryce.

He is mesmerized, and she continues to scoop up the cum splattered on her neck and tits, licking it slowly off her fingers for him. She is putting on a good show. I am alway aroused when she does this, but not this time. However, Bryce’s cum-covered cock is already starting to re-inflate.

I turn over on the bed and raise myself to my elbows to hide my soft penis. I am conflicted and ashamed that I got her into this, and now can’t bring myself to enjoy it. It was she who was most hesitant about this MFM idea, but I can tell that she is enjoying Bryce immensely.

I can’t ruin this for her. My hand goes to her breast and I rub circles around her engorged nipple. Such beautiful, round tits. Then I slide down the bed, lift her one leg over me, to get in position to devour her shaved pussy, as I’ve done so many times now. Her hands go to my head, stroking my hair and gently pushing downward, while both my hands remain on her breasts, caressing her lovely mounds and tweaking her sensitive nipples.

I don’t even look to see what Bryce is doing. I focus on Darcy. I lick and suck my way up and down her labia, poking my tongue in her vagina with each pass. Soon, there will be something much bigger than my tongue in that tight little hole, I can’t help but ponder. How am I going to handle that, Bryce fucking her? Her moaning sounds have become muffled, and I realize that she is sucking Bryce’s cock again.

So soon! I think to myself, and grudgingly admire Bryce’s ability to get an erection so quickly after cumming. I continue licking and sucking, my hands sliding down to grip her ass as I feast on her. I slip her engorged bulb in and out of her mouth, and I hear her muffled gasp. She loves when I do that. My two fingers go back inside her pussy and start to rub her G-spot again, as her sucking and slurping continues above me.

Darcy’s hands are pushing my head down harder now and she is pumping my mouth more aggressively. She is ready to cum. I feel her weight shift above me and realize that Bryce has now straddled her. I look up to see his muscular butt cheeks clenching and relaxing as he slides his cock in between her tits. “Fuck my tits and mouth, baby!” she gasps. I bury my head in her pussy and try to push the goings-on above me out of my mind.

“Oh, Darcy, your big tits feel so good on my cock!” he teases her. The rocking motion is increasing. I lick and suck and am careful not to look up.

Darcy is on the verge of cumming, but in between pants, I hear her say, “Your cock would feel even better pumping in and out of my wet pussy right now, big boy. I can’t believe how hard you are again, already!”

Then I feel shifting as Bryce dismounts her. I feel her hands on my head, pulling up this time. She lifts my head and smiles, looking lustily into my eyes.

“You are so good with your tongue, Dane. You’ve got me ready to cum again, but I am going to stop you. Bryce is going to fuck your little slut right now. You come up here and let me suck your cock while he pounds me.”

I am deflated, in more ways than one. I slide off the end of the bed and head to the chair, rather than to the top of the bed as Darcy had instructed. Bryce takes his position, lifting her legs, and points his wet, throbbing cock toward Darcy’s love hole. I take a sip of my drink and slump back in my chair.

Darcy shoots me a quick glance. “Let me suck your cock, baby,” Darcy says again, “That is part of the fun, remember. Two cocks to play with.” She has a concerned look in her eyes, but that look soon turns to shock and ecstasy as Bryce enters her, bareback. He is not gentle, but starts to pump her hard straight away. Her tits are bouncing wildly as he thrusts in and out of her pussy, the wet sounds echoing through the room.

Darcy’s eyes focus desperately on Bryce now as he rams her like a stud bull. She cums quickly and hard, squealing and squeezing his butt cheeks till her fingers go white, but Bryce does not relent. With her focus wholly on Bryce, I sneak off to the bathroom, grabbing my clothes. I actually feel sick to my stomach. Despite what my mind keeps telling me, I realize that I can’t go through with this.

As I dress, I can hear the rapping sound of the bedpost hitting the wall, Darcy’s groans of lust and the sounds of desperate fucking. I look back as I make my way to the door, but I can only make out hazy body movements through my tear-filled eyes.

I hate to do this to her, but I have to get out for a walk. If I am quiet enough, she won’t even realize that I am gone. At least not right away. This is my problem, not hers. I will text her in fifteen minutes.

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I don’t text her in fifteen minutes. An hour later, I am still sitting, watching the surf in the moonlight, letting the warm sea breeze caress my face. I don’t want to think. I just want to sit.

Finally, my phone pings, breaking me out of my trance. Where the hell are you? What happened?

I text back. At the beach. Sorry. It wasn’t working for me. I wanted you to enjoy yourself.

I am coming there now.

No, you don’t have to. Enjoy yourself.

Bryce is gone. Coming now.

When Darcy arrives, she is dressed in a wrap, and she definitely has that flushed, healthy, “just-fucked” look that I usually love on her. But this time, I have trouble looking her in the eye.

“Why didn’t you say something, Dane?” She is holding my hand with both of hers, and has a pleading look in her eyes.

“You were having a good time. You did your part. It was my idea, but I just felt … I just felt …. I don’t know.” I turn my gaze back to the ocean. “I really am glad that you hit it off with Bryce. I just couldn’t be part of it.”

There is a long silence. She releases one hand from mine and relaxes back in her chair.

“Well, I don’t know what to say then,” Darcy sighs.

“You seemed pretty into it when I left. I thought I wouldn’t be missed anyway.” I realize how stupid and sulky that sounds, but the words are out.

“So you felt left out, is that it?” This time, there is an edge to her voice. She lets go of my hand and grips the armrest of the beach chair. “You don’t recall me asking you to let me give you oral when Bryce was ready to fuck me? That was the idea … two men. Remember?” The edge becomes a little sharper.

“Oh, I remember. I remember that it was my idea, and I’m sorry if I wrecked it for you.” I am not sure what else to say.

“Well, rest assured that you didn’t wreck it for me, Dane. I ended up fucking him again after we realized that you were gone. I figured ‘what the hell’, since you didn’t even have the balls to tell me you were leaving.”

Now my anger starts to simmer as well, but I do my best to contain it. I am so confused. “Look, as I said, I didn’t want to wreck it for you. I know it was my problem. I don’t know why I reacted that way. I thought a threesome would be hot.”

Darcy snaps back,”It WAS hot, Dane! It could have been hotter if you hadn’t got pouty on me, but I made the most out of it. I got fucked silly by a sexy jock and it felt great. Bryce was both a gentleman and a great lover.”

She is purposely throwing my insecurities in my face now. I guess I poked a bees’ nest. Instead of doing the smart thing when in a swarm of bees, I poke again. “So did you practice your rule? Did you let him cum in you?” Why was I asking that?

“Really? Are you going to ask me that … now?”

“I guess I have my answer then.”

“Fuck off, Dane!” Darcy rises in a huff, the clap-clap of her flip-flops fading into the breeze.

I continue to sit and watch the waves. I’m not sure what the time is when I finally slip back into the suite and curl up on the couch.

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I order breakfast in the room the next morning, in an attempt to avoid Bryce. Darcy and I barely speak, and I spend my time after breakfast tuning up my bicycle. I am going to tour the island in my final few days, after Darcy flies off to her conference in Miami.

As we sit quietly in the atrium, waiting for the shuttle to pick her up to take her to the airport, she finally speaks, “I guess this is it then?”

I clear my throat and smile weakly, ”Yeah, the holiday ends.”

“I mean us. I think our little getaways have run their course.” Her tone is flat and matter-of-fact.

“Well, sorry that you feel that way, Darcy. I had a great time up to last night.” While not surprised, I am still saddened to hear her say that.

Then her tone softens and she takes my hand, just like last night at the beach, and she looks warmly into my eyes. “I had a great time too, Dane. Thanks for inviting me. But you and I won’t work anymore, I am afraid.”

I shuffle my feet and then look up at her, sadly, “One screw-up and that’s it? You don’t think you are overreacting?”

With her kind eyes still focusing warmly on me, she whispers,”This is an escape, an affair, naughty sex, Dane. I don’t want a relationship. I already have one. So do you.”

I am confused. “I think I know all that, Darcy. What about last night makes you think - ?”

“You. You were jealous of me last night.”

Before I can respond, her shuttle arrives, and I help her with her bags. She gives me a tight hug and a kiss, and says, ”Send me a message when you get home. I’d like to hear how your bike ride goes.” As the shuttle drives off, I wipe a tear from my eye and attempt to process things as I shuffle back to my suite.

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Before opening Darcy’s return email, some months later, I contemplate just how right she had been. I WAS falling for her, I suppose. And that removed the fun for her, probably made it threatening. She had to move on, and so did I.

Darcy had made the right call. We both had stable relationships at home that were not loveless. Our trysts tapped a deep, forbidden lust in us, a raw heat that never could be matched in our secure, suburban lives. It was the naughtiness that made our sex sizzle. There was no room for love.

This email I receive from Darcy is only her second since Barbados. The first one was just to briefly tell me about her conference, and to comment on my terse report about my cycling tour. This second email from her definitely has a more distant tone, talking in very vague terms about events over the past few months. It will be her last; I know that. At the end of it, she makes a point to mention that she is now getting together with Bryce every few weeks in Pittsburgh. She knows that will sting, but she probably says it to confirm the correctness of her decision for us to part ways.

I don’t respond. I’m not sure what to say.

My wandering ways have ceased, for now. My wife knows nothing about my misadventures, and I hope it stays that way. Now and then, my conscience rears its moralistic head. I know I should feel guilty. But the simmering heat that led me astray continues to lie dormant deep within me, and only needs a spark. The wild lust that Darcy and I enjoyed is a forbidden delicacy in my imagination, only to be unwrapped when I desperately need release from the work-a-day world.

I hope that Darcy is finding happiness, both in her personal life and her sexual life. I miss her.