When I think about it, I know my desire to see my wife with another man can be traced back to my first sexual relationship. Back in high school when everyone was fumbling about with "who-likes-who" and "I-know-she'll-never-like-me," I was lucky enough to meet Kimberly. We both were shy. We both were quiet. And somehow, we both found the other attractive and had enough wherewithal to admit it. In my case, I was lucky. First of all, even though I wasn't an ogre, I certainly wasn't the most handsome guy in school. But Kimberly saw something in me that she liked. Secondly, I thought Kim was one of… Read more
