Janey is my best friend’s wife and I’ve known her for years, but she’s also someone I fantasize about — a lot.

After my divorce, she was someone I could talk to, and one day, when I’d had one too many beers, I confessed to her that I would love to fuck her. She laughed it off and said I was sexually frustrated, and I figured our friendship was safe.

The next weekend, her husband and I were supposed to meet some guys at a sports bar and watch the day’s football games. When I parked, Matt was still out in the parking lot. He said Janey had told him what I’d said. I thought he was going to kick my ass, but then he started laughing. “You jackass,” he said. “Why didn’t you just tell me you were so desperate to get laid?”