Richard

“Honey, why are you here?” May’s voice was sharp with surprise when I opened the bedroom door without knocking.

“In my own home?” I replied smoothly, stepping inside and closing the door behind me. “Checking on my wife. Is that so strange?”

“What is this?” I pointed at the mark on her neck—a hickey, unmistakable and fresh.

“Ah!” she gasped, immediately grabbing clothes from the bed to cover herself more completely. “It’s nothing, honey.” She tried to purr seductively, adding a blush for effect. “You must have seen wrong.”

“I suppose I did,” I muttered, though we both knew I hadn’t. I took a seat on the edge of...