“Why don’t we play with fire one last time?” I said to my best friend at a drinking party. The content was the exchange of each other’s wives.
It’s been a long time since I reunited with my best friend, who I used to hang out with during my school days. As he and I were both getting married, we decided to go out for drinks. As unparalleled lovers of women, we showed each other pictures of our proud wives and joked about things like, “In the past, we might have gotten involved.” Then, we decided to play with fire one last time, and we…