I've been intimate with other guys before my husband. Some of them, I really enjoyed; others, I wish I could go back in time and kick myself before I made any ill-advised decisions. Once, I was really close with someone. Like Comsie's story, we were great friends. We decided to try the "friends with benefits" thing, and it worked. For a while, anyway. Unlike Comsie's story, we didn't become "obsessed" with sex. But we knew it had to end eventually, and when it did....things just weren't the same. It felt like a big, pink elephant with purple spots was waving sparklers in the air and riding a unicycle through the room, every time we met up with each other. So, we went our separate ways, and I'll always regret losing him as a friend, just for a few moments of pleasure.