Did you survive a plane crash recently?
With your tie askew and your waist purple and bruised from the plane's seatbelt that you thought you'd never need, did you sit amongst the gasping and crying, your oxygen mask bobbing in front of your sudden stillness?
If so, did you immediately think, "I should be fucking women besides my wife," or did that come later?
That's the shock talking; she's the best thing to ever happen to you.
You should be fucking other women, but that's an experience to be shared and discussed with her, in a trusting, openly-communicated environment.
They call it "swinging", and a lot of people who survived plane crashes are practicing it right now, this minute, in hot tubs all over the world.
This could be you.
Here's hoping you all get to where you're going safely.
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