About 15 years ago, when I was 39 and my wife Janet was 31, we found ourselves bored with our sex lives.

Though we still basically loved each other, the spark of passion was dying out. As we became more distant and had sex less often, I eventually strayed, and one day Janet came home from work early to find me pounding away on a buxom neighbor lady in our bed. Well, that was it. Janet didn’t get hysterical or anything; she just packed her bags and left. My phone calls begging her to come back went unanswered for several weeks.

As I was unemployed at the time, I had little else to occupy my mind, and I was going crazy. When I found out Janet was staying at her best friend Nora’s house, I started kind of stalking her there. Janet and Nora both worked as stockbrokers for a large financial firm. I started... Read More