When my former long-term girlfriend resurfaced unexpectedly in my life, I didn’t tell my wife about it. At least, not right away.

Brianna had been The Great Love of my youth. We’d gotten together in our young 20s, and stayed as thick as thieves for three solid years. We lived together, we loved each other, and we screwed night and day with youthful exuberance. Brianna was a beautiful Irish lass, with freckled skin, red hair, and a bowstring-taut body of unbelievable suppleness and energy. She was the kind of girlfriend I’d always dreamed about, and she fulfilled every last one of my fantasies.

But despite all the love and scorching mutual attraction, the relationship had eventually gone awry. I could see it in perspective now. It had been a white-hot romp, where I’d learned how to love... Read More