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For the two of them, sex was worlds apart from that shared by the average married couple.
    And then it just…stopped.
    Some nights, Terence caressed Aubrey’s leg, and a tingle of memory would charge up her thigh as his fingers grazed her nightgown up to her hip, then smoothed along her waist. But Aubrey—once a veritable vixen, a hyper-sexual creature since the first time she’d discovered the act—would lie perfectly still, her breath held in the dark, all of her aching to make a move and yet not knowing how to respond. She didn’t like the foreign feeling, nor did she understand it, and as time kept ticking by she fell further down this rabbit hole of unfamiliarity, coldness, and desperate longing for something to alleviate her doubt.
    That’s why, Friday night, Aubrey bought the chocolates at the confectionery store on the way home. She’d seen the small gold box tucked in the corner window display a few days before, the discrete label beckoning her with pristine cursive forming four decadent words.
    Chocolates for Adults Only.
    She’d heard about these chocolate truffles when she watched the news one night with Terence. They contained an extremely potent aphrodisiac harvested from a Brazilian rain forest, their effects extensively tested before release to the general public. Apparently, the truffles had increased sexual activity across the country at a surprising rate, and while Aubrey couldn’t originally fathom buying chocolates to spice up her marriage, something needed to change.
    Once she arrived home, she put her purchase on the counter and eyed it for a solid minute. The quarter-pound box had cost seventy-five dollars, but the weight of its contents—not the hefty price—had sent a tremor through her all the way home. Heavy and taunting, the container had banged against her hip when she hoisted her purse over her shoulder, its presence as poignant as the need deep in her sex when she pondered what might happen after Terence came home. The wonder burned on as she waited for him, and when she ran her fingers across the top of the box, she tilted her head coyly to the side. Aubrey could actually smell the truffles through the cardboard and the wrapping, the scent definitively chocolate with a whiff of crisp mint and grass beneath. But there was something else, too. It was earthy and rich, she realized, much like arousal.
    Her arousal.
    Aubrey wanted to wait for Terence, but she ached to know what these chocolates could do. Lifting the lid, she admired the six candies inside, each piece tempting her from within the black and white polka-dotted foil cups. The store clerk had explained this decorative packaging as specific to the premium box, “guaranteed to satisfy” or her money back tomorrow.
    How could she resist?
    Quickly, Aubrey grabbed a chocolate and took the smallest nibble, then nested the candy back in its cup. The dark chocolate tingled along her tongue and down her throat when she swallowed, the sensation peculiar and warm. It had to be her imagination, but the lid was barely back on the box when the feeling spread through her neck, her breasts, and her arms. It was powerful, overwhelming and sweet—exactly how she felt when Terence thrust inside her, making her whimper and writhe in passion.
    Aubrey gasped.
    That. Yes, that.
    Her mind raced with images of her husband then—over her, in her, touching her, kissing her…until Aubrey jolted with the bizarre realization they hadn’t had sex in two whole years. Who were they? Certainly not the couple they were in college, fucking in the back seats of cars under parking lot lights or sneaking romps on park benches when their fellow campers went to bed. She wanted that back.
    She wanted Terence back.
    Before she knew it, Aubrey leaned against the counter with her fingers at the top of her blouse, unfastening the first button, then the next. After she undid every button she tossed aside her shirt, then stripped off her bra to cup her naked breasts.