I had sex with my best friend and everyone warned me I ruined everything. BUt I didn't, we're still great friends and when we get drunk and are both single, we hook up. We're not in love, we're not acting out some life-long fantasy, we're just consenting adults who like to get down with the get down, naw'mean?
I’d keep that more quiet. If I knew that about my boyfriend, I would be so insanely jealous every time they hung out. And I am not an insanely jealous person. Everyone has their limits.
Also, I'm still shocked guys whip their d*cks out as if the sheer presence of the male phallus is all a woman needs to get the juices flowing.