As soon as we walked into the villa, I knew there was something different about this place. Was it fate? Destiny? The guy at reception said it had become available only an hour earlier, after a last-minute cancellation. Now here we were—me, my wife Michelle, my best friend Steve, and his pretty little wife, Emma. And we'd just been upgraded from two separate rooms to this one huge shared villa. But that wasn’t all. The best was yet to come. As we stepped out onto the massive balcony, we saw it—the outdoor shower. A shower that looked out over nothing but miles of ocean. No one was going to see you in there. Well, no one out there anyway. But Michelle had never shown even the slightest flicker of interest in anything beyond just the two of us. And then, only a few hours later, Emma dropped the bombshell. Well, no, it wasn’t a bombshell. It was her bikini bottoms. She giggled, said something about tan lines, and jumped into our private pool. And that’s when I knew—this was going to be an unforgettable experience.