This is not our wildest sex story but it is one that's very dear to me. It was the middle of October, and we - my fiancée (now wife) and I - were about to host our first dinner party. My phone rang. “They’re running late,” I told Laura. “Oh -” “Yeah, something about a traffic jam,” I answered her puzzled look. “Jamie’s driving?” “Yep,” I nodded and we both laughed. “Well, the table is set. We’ll just have to wait,” she he...