When my husband’s best friend Bruce invited us to go sailing with him and his gorgeous wife Brenda last summer, I sensed that the men had a different kind of navigation in mind.

My suspicions were confirmed when my husband told me the 40-foot sloop Bruce had chartered was named Wet Dream.

We anchored off the Florida Keys the first night, and after dinner retired to the cabin to sip Chianti and watch the sunset. When there was a lull in the conversation, Bruce asked my husband Noah if he still subscribed to Penthouse.

“Oh, yeah,” he said. “Fran loves to read the letters.”

I felt myself flush, and chided Noah for embarrassing me in front of Brenda.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” Brenda said. “We all do it.”

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