Vivian's POV

My husband has been gone for two weeks and I've been wet since Tuesday.

Not for him. I stopped getting wet for Ian somewhere around year four of a marriage that's now pushing seven. And that's not my fault.

He touches me like he's filing paperwork. Quick, mechanical and with the ights off. He hasn't touched me in four months, andtThe last orgasm he gave me was so long ago that I've started to think I imagined it.

The pool boy comes every Thursday at noon to clean our ten-feet luxurious pool.

His name is Tyler. He's twenty-three, tanned, and built like someone who spends his life in...