We made the sweetest love of our lives that night. From that moment on the sexual tension between us was palpable. I took her almost every night and the intense passion ate us alive. Days later my wife informed me she would be getting home late. I knew the night had arrived. I was a mess. I paced our home, checked my phone every ten minutes, changed my mind constantly. I played with my penis but did not climax. I watched porn. I read erotica. I did a million things to distract myself from the fact that at that very moment, another man was fucking my wife. My penis was erect the entire time, waving in front of me as a constant reminder that on some level I was blind to, I desperately wanted this.