Taryn grabbed my hand and held it to her cheek. Her skin was hot, flushed. "I can't believe you're letting me do this," she whispered. "I love you so much."
"And that's why we're here," I said. "Because I love you too."
Sitting in a hotel room waiting for a strange man to arrive and fuck my wife seemed like an odd place to be for two people who loved each other. And yet, it felt right.