Really, thought Tom with a peculiar little shiver, there was no limit to what this newly demonstrative wife of his, this towering goddess of wicked feminine sensibility, would do to feel wild and womanly and free…and yet, somewhat to his surprise, she made no move to join him. Instead, pulling out her phone as the thing buzzed with an incoming text, she merely looked up rather distractedly and, flashing a quick smile, wished him a good time as he headed out the door. And although all the boys had gathered at Chad’s—everybody except Aaron, that is—in a way they must have been just as embarrassed about the events of the previous Friday as Tom. At first the remorselessly cuckolded husband had squirmed inwardly, waiting for the jibes, the dismissive headshakes, the dirty chuckles, but they nev
