After my wonderfully wild Saturday morning of illicit sex, the guys wanted to go out on our sailboat for the rest of the day. We had already invited a couple of our friends to go and planned on a relaxing easygoing afternoon of sailing on Biscayne Bay. Over coffee my husband was unusually attentive to me. More affectionate than he normally is. I was nervous that he might suspect something though I couldn’t see how. I asked him why he was acting this way.
