Beach Getaway (Sara's Story)

We were all silent. Uncomfortably silent. I don't think any of us knew how to process what had happened. I certainly didn't.

Junot broke the ice and tried to make sense of the situation, but ultimately, I had to talk to Ben. We cleaned ourselves up and Junot and Carlos made their awkward goodbyes. We were left alone with each other.

Ben fought back tears as he spoke. He saw me on the balcony with Junot. He saw me try to quiet Junot's groans. He saw everything.

I started crying. What have I done? I couldn't explain myself to him. Ben couldn't explain himself either. My infidelity, his arousal -- what had happened?

I thought I had destroyed my marriage. But it turned out that I had revived it. That weekend, we had more sex than we had all year. And we talked about sex more than we had in our entire relationship. With radical honesty, we shared our respective red light districts with each other. It wasn't easy, but it was liberating. And arousing. The more we revealed to each other, the more we turned each other on.

A few weeks later we ran into Junot and Carlos at the beach. It was initially awkward, but we quickly rekindled our original chemistry. We chatted and caught up and laughed. I could see Ben's big beautiful smile and I knew everything was ok.

Ben and I went home and made love -- ecstatic for the possibilities ahead.