At 60, I just wanted one hot, passionate night with a younger man… but when he bit my neck, I passed out. When I opened my eyes in the hospital, my husband was already sitting beside me, staring at the dark marks on my neck ;TAN

For those few hours, I wanted to forget everything.

The night was passionate, reckless, almost overwhelming for a woman who had spent years forgetting what it felt like to be wanted.

I laughed more than I had in months.

Eric kept telling me I was beautiful.

“Stop,” I whispered, almost embarrassed.

“Why?” he asked. “Because your husband forgot to tell you?”

Those words hurt.

But at the same time, they pulled me even closer to him.

At one point, Eric kissed the side of my neck much harder than I expected.

I flinched and pulled back.

“Easy.”

He immediately stopped.

“Did I hurt you?”

“No… it was just a little too hard.”

We even laughed about it.

At the time, it seemed like nothing.

I had no idea that only minutes later, the entire night would end in panic.

I got up to get