My husband and his lover, oblivious to my presence because it's that good.

I hear mouths pull apart, and realize that these silences are stretches of such deep kissing that the whole house falls still, like the eye of a hurricane. Standing over the bathrobe, I freeze, match the stillness; except for my pounding heart, which I can’t control.

I can tell they’ve pulled each other close, making out, the two naked studs pressed together and hanging on to each other tight. They’ve left the door closed this time. Jack did say they wanted privacy.

11 am, Sunday: I hear box springs creak as I open the front door to our apartment. Jack, my husband of 10 years, is with his new boyfriend, Scott. I hear the smack of a firm ass cheek. Fuuuuck, Jack. Jack. More box springs. Jack’s deep voice groans into Scott’s mouth.