I give them a fake name (Lewis Copeland), go to their dorm/apartment, and have fantastic NSA sex that’s somehow understood due to the context of the scenario. And the part that really makes it hot to me is my wife is clueless. Knowing she’d be okay makes it easier, but the secret is more thrilling than the motorcycle or the sex.
This has happened five or six times this year and I want more.
Dreading the winter.