Well, there are a few things I can think of to take the edge off things, that I always hesitate a little, before I throw them out there. Is it not seeming 'right' because it's sexual activity with Not Your Wife, or is it too 'gay'? Or too overwheming (too many men)? Does seem to me that if someone's just feeling a little exploratory, might be more comfortable with a trusted friend.
I'm the kind I don't think I could ever do that, not while I'm with someone. I'm too loyal. Couldn't go out purposely on the DL anyway. If I had a guy friend and it turned out we were both interested in 'exploring', well, I don't know. That might be temptation I couldn't resist.
As an interesting aside- keeping in mind I've been, whether I admitted it to myself or not in my youth, pretty much always been interested in the same sex at least since puberty- as a teenager, I had this bestie that we didn't have sex? but we were awful 'gay' at each other at times. As a teenager, I had this very juvenile and selfish notion of having a sexual relationship with him (or another fellow) on the side, while having the wifey/house/2.5 kids/two car garage Suburbia thing. Seems to me I just described Brokeback Mountain without the cows. Or the tire irons.
Not a thing the adult me would consider, although I admit that's something that could be stretched to the breaking point, if opportunity ran a red light and t-boned me. Unlikely, so not a worry.
Back to the Jacks, yeah short of a men-only camp, or a bathhouse, or a Jacks club- the Jacks club being the safest, biohazard-wise, I'm not sure how you manage to check out nekkie menfolk otherwise, without being at the very least, glared at. I mean I know DL stuff goes on in like locker rooms and such, but that seems to be a delicate ballet dance that I wouldn't have the balls for.
I suppose you and the Missus could pack up and move to The Villages (assuming you don't already live there, ha). Get you a golf cart and put
your little different colored shower poofs on the roof.

Yeah, have a feeling that would go down with her about as well as it'd go with my Snagina. Like a ton of rocks- little tiny ones made of lead. I'm just being silly at this point. Still, damn wouldn't that be something to put on a bucket list- move to The Villages and advertise your kinks on your minivan. Must be nice, that's all I can say. Must be nice.