Three Years Later

I glide out into the backyard in my short robe, purring in my throat as my husband shucks his pajama pants, preparing to swim his usual morning laps. Naked.

As requested by his wife.

Wow.

Over the last three years, our rigorous lovemaking has turned his big body into a pillar of strength, carving out muscle on his torso, his thighs, his arms. He was already a god to me, but now he looks like something from Mount Olympus. Rugged and thick and masculine all over, from his ...