I often think about what makes our adventures work. I'd always thought that my wife had to have a little crush on the other guy, but I'm beginning to suspect that she had a crush on us-- me and the other guy as friends.

I am a Monty Python nut! I've got all the TV shows and movies, and I quote regularly. My wife had a bad emotional experience in a midnight showing of "The Holy Grail" some years ago, so she was never all that interested. But she loved to hear me quote from their silliest sketches.

Then, back in PA, we met Evan, and he was (almost) as big a fan as I was. Whenever we'd hang out, it was only a matter of time before we'd lapse into our favorite sketches, cracking each other up. My wife would just look at us and ask "Where did you go?" After a few months, she didn't have to ask.

He was our first third party. Although there was much to recommend Evan, good looks, great sense of humor, and he was hot for my wife, we have since been with other men with all the above traits in spades, yet it's not the same. We've never enjoyed ourselves as fully and without qualm as with Evan. I think it might be because he and I were already a team, and sharing my wife was the most natural thing in the world.

Never underestimate the power of a solid bond between males as an aphrodisiac for the woman they play with-- especially if your wife is a goer. Eh? Know what I mean? Nudge, nudge!