"Oh, it is because I really like the feel of the condom better than your naked penis," Lisa answered.
OK, I had no counter argument to that.
One evening, as I came home from work, I saw a book that I had never seen in our house earlier, 'The Only Sex Manual that you will ever need.' It was under some magazines in our library-room. I lifted the book, flipped through a few pages, and put it back under the magazine.
This shocked me. We had great sex just about every night. I had never suspected that she wanted anything different. Lisa did, and this new-found sex education was not to entertain her husband, me, better. This book-learning was for the benefit of sex with other men, as I found out over the next few months. The book was not there the next evening. I checked, and I never saw it again.
Some time later, I came across a slim brochure in our shared bathroom. It was gone again within the hour.
'For women, Kegel exercises help relax the vagina, making penetration more comfortable. They will also improve vaginal lubrication, allow more blood to flow into the genitals, increase sexual arousal, and make it easier to reach orgasm. Kegel exercises are easy to do.'
She had, I do not know how, been initiated in an in-house hotel escort service as a multi-talented sex worker.
Meanwhile, Lisa got more and more involved as an unpaid volunteer with the Editing Corporation. They often had calls for her to attend training sessions or meetings. Their head office was located somewhere downtown Montréal, which meant nothing to me then. Lisa would go there by train. She'd drive to the Pierrefonds station, park the car, and take the train to be home again by dinner time.
I later learned that this was her ruse to the children, working for the Editing Corporation, explaining why she so often was away during the daytime. She never had to tell or explain to me where she was during the time between when I left for work and returned. I had given up asking a long time ago. She would never answer.
"I had a good day",
was about as much as she would ever tell.
One night in August we were going to wallpaper the kitchen, a messy operation. She had been at an Editing Corporation meeting all day, the girls mentioned. We both went into the bedroom to change. To my huge surprise, Lisa wore a very sexy, made from nylon stocking material, see-through spit-open body suit, as she undressed. Why? It was a weekday and we had just finished our family dinner. I, of course, made an immediate beeline to caress her.
