Making Me a Tempted Wife

My husband handed me a permission slip to sleep with another man.

After twenty-eight years of marriage and an empty house, our bedroom has gone quiet. Right before my girls’ trip, Tom slides a pink pass across the counter. One encounter with the partner of my choice. No guilt, no secrets. And I have to tell him every detail when I get home.

I’m fifty. I don’t think I’ll use it.

Then a guitarist at the beach bar sings a song to me, and I can’t stop thinking about his hands.

Tom wants a vivid retelling. I’m bringing him a recording.