Never in my wildest dreams had I imagined that, at 35, I would be sitting in my basement, drinking beer, watching porn movies and playing poker with three other guys on a Friday night.

But that was the situation. My brother Frank, my brother-in-law Kris and a good friend of ours named Ike were sitting around the table with me as we did our best to enjoy ourselves, while most of our wives were out on the town, their destination being a strip club with an all-male revue. The only exception was Ike, who had been recently divorced.

It was close to two in the morning when we heard my wife, Jill, enter the house and call downstairs for the two married guys to get their asses moving. She informed them they were in for it, because their wives were in the mood after watching all that swinging meat in front of them.