At that moment I could scarcely believe that I was married to someone who could take this in stride, and hoped that I could be as generous and understanding when it was her turn to head out on a sexual adventure of her own. If Kate harbored any trepidation about our contrived sex date, she disguised it masterfully when I picked her up at her apartment. She was smiling now; amused, maybe even excited by the idea. As such, the boundaries on what was kosher and what was not were still ill-defined. Leila was a family friend of Kate and, for the past eighteen months, my wife. I wasted little time telling Kate, who seemed thrilled. My utterance got the flirty courtesy laugh it barely deserved, and then Kate turned her attention to refilling everyone's wine glasses.