Revised Edition When Jack and I booked that quiet Jamaican getaway, I thought we were just celebrating seventeen years of ordinary, faithful marriage. A little sun. A little rum. Maybe some lazy sex for old times’ sake. But that was before that one drunken night when he whispered the fantasy he’d never dared say out me with another man… while he watched. I laughed it off. I shouldn’t have. Because one humid summer evening everything changed. One dare. One midnight swim. One neighbor who never looked away when I dropped my towel. Before I knew it I was naked in our pool with two men staring at me like I was the only woman on earth, and instead of panic I felt pure, electric hunger. Things escalated faster than either of us could have imagined. From that first trembling threesome in our backyard to a weekend cabin lost in the woods with another couple… and then a chance encounter with two stunning twenty-three-year-old newlyweds who turned their honeymoon into the wildest four days of my life. I went from “good wife” to begging my husband to take my ass while a stranger twice my size filled my pussy. From shy glances to licking another woman clean while the men watched. From quiet curiosity to waking up sticky, sore, and grinning in a pile of bodies that knew every inch of me. Jealousy? A flicker. Regret? None. Desire? It never switched off. Jack still kisses me like I’m his whole world, and then hands me the keys to every locked door we find. So the question isn’t whether we’ll do it again. The question how much further are we willing to go? Because next month the cabin is booked, the guest list just hit ten, and I already know exactly which hole I’m finally giving up. Turns out ordinary was just the beginning.