"Maybe."

I had been married long enough to know to carefully word my answers to my wife's questions that expected honest response.

I eyed Sam and replied, "Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Maybe is the middle ground between 'yes' and 'no'," I retorted.

"Explain." She wasn't impressed with my answer.

"Yes: I'm a red-blooded man and they're beautiful women at Sybaris and No: I'm just here to knock Emma up."

Sam looked over her shoulder to see Bill and Emma mingling with our four new female friends over glasses of wine. "Look we both know that Emma is letting Bill get his rocks off at the resort in exchange that you get her pregnant," she whispered, "but as amazing of a lover that he is, he isn't going to satisfy six women at once."

It took me a moment for me to decipher what she meant and when it finally dawned on me she had to stifle her laugh.

"I love you," I smiled, kissing her fiercely.

"I know," she giggled.