Celebrating the last day of National Masturbation Month. The party was going strong. Significant amounts of perfume combined with the alcohol assisted the beat of the music in pounding my head. Pounding, just like I imagined him doing to her luscious body. It was happening, and I had agreed to it. I surveyed the buzzing room after Joy and Richard had left to talk. I wasn’t sure how this would transpire or how I would feel afterward? What did I know about watching my wife get banged by another man, much less my best friend? Nothing. I had left the...