Last year my wife and I attended a Christmas party in a two-story, five-bedroom house.

Most of the couples were married. All of them had been close friends in high school, and had stayed so ever since. I went expecting the usual Christmas-party stuff: a lot of small talk, a gift exchange, catching up with the guys, and good food. What I ended up experiencing was altogether different. Beth and I were one of the first couples to arrive. Shortly thereafter, Pam showed up. I had met Pam before, and though I found her attractive, she had never really caught my eye. She came in wearing a low-cut white Christmas sweater, the kind that‘s all soft and fluffy to the touch, and a midlength shiny satin skirt.

I tried not to look as if I were staring. I didn‘t want my wife getting jealous; after all, it was... Read More