On the first day of June 1998, I watched my future wife having sex.  I’d been to Amsterdam for the weekend with my best mate Ian, who at the time was going out with his girlfriend, Anne. My girlfriend at the time was Lesley. We were both thirty-five, Ian and Anne were both a year younger.  It was a lads weekend, a stag-do for a workmate of his, I tagged along for the fun. When we got back, late on Sunday, we were both wor...