Josh knew she was never going to be faithful to him. He understood that on her nights out with girls that she didn't see any of 'the girls' unless it was one of her bi friends she liked the taste of. After his third accidental sighting of her car at the motel, he realized that she was a regular there, her Camry parked in front of room 8. They probably considered her a valued customer and held the room for her on a regular basis, he thought. She was, by her own admission, a sexual addict. At first he had trouble with that, but after a few years he accepted the fact and resolved himself to surrender to her proclivity for extramarital sex.
Problem was, Josh not only loved her, but he liked her, liked her smile pointed at him, liked hearing her laugh, talking with her about politics, religion, even the weather. He loved traveling with her, sitting across the table from her at dinner, and most of all he simply liked being around her. He accepted that when they were making love she was probably thinking of someone else, maybe wishing, but he loved their sex and could put up with her mental wandering if it meant being able to be with her. She was nearly the perfect wife, except that she could not be limited to one bedmate.
The first time he was aware of her passion for the attention of other men was when she danced with every man at the holiday dance and forgot herself so completely with many on the dance floor, letting them hold her so close it was on the doorstep to sex to music. He complained about it to her but she laughed it off and said she simply 'liked to dance'.
The matter reached crisis proportions when, asked by her to move the car, he looked in her purse for the keys and found a pair of her wet panties. It was not so much that she'd left wet panties in her purse, but that she had been so careless as to leave them in such an obvious place, as if just asking to be caught. He labored over whether to call her on it, or simply let it go like he had so many of her other indiscretions over the years. As usual, he ignored it, tried to forget it, and put it out of his mind.
He began reading everything he could find about unfaithful wives and the husbands who love them. He even began watching videos about desperate housewives fucking neighbor men in their homes while their husbands were at work, and perhaps not so surprisingly he began to become fascinated with the idea, even fantasizing about such scenarios, even imagining his wife in the video or magazine story being the woman giving her sexual attention to other men.
He began visualizing her with other men when he had sex with Claire, picturing it being the other man's penis in her as they fucked. It became quite arousing to him to imagine and he finally began to enjoy his wife's sex life vicariously. If a man loved his wife, but she couldn't remain faithful, and he could stand to be without her, he might as well learn to enjoy her affairs and reap any benefits he could find there.
Josh finally began to be able to not only enjoy being with his wife, Claire, but he began actually happily accepting the fact that she probably never was going to be able to be faithful to one man. Since she was happy to indulge her need for sexual pleasure at the hands of other men, Claire spread the love most effectively and bedded a different man almost as often as she changed outfits.
When she introduced her husband to her new friend Charley, Josh shook her new friend's hand and pictured the two of them in the man's bed, fucking like two people on their honeymoon. "You from around here," Josh asked Charley.
"Texas," Charley said with a grin.
"Where'd you meet Claire?" he asked.
"Convention," he said. "Here for the technology convention," he added. "Your wife was giving one of the sessions. She sure is a great dancer," he said, having nothing to do with the convention and her presentation on technology.
"She likes to dance," Josh said nodding. She likes fucking too, he thought as he looked at the size of Charley's hands and feet. She been in your bed, Josh asked Charley in his mind. They were outside of one of the finest restaurants in LA, and Josh followed Charley and Claire into the restaurant. When they sat at their table Charley put his napkin in his lap and said,"I have invited your wife to San Francisco for the weekend. Hope you'll let her fly on my plane to Frisco tonight to go to the opera with me."
"Opera?" Josh asked, incredulous. "You like opera?" he asked his wife. She nodded but he was not convinced. "And?" he said with a shrug.
"We might spend some time in the Hyatt afterwards," Charley added.
"Of course," Josh said nodding. "And there is always the 'Mile High Club'," he said with a grin, letting Charley know he knew it was not really the opera that was the draw. "She loves to fly the friendly skies," he said grinning, knowing his wife would not fly in a private jet without 'entertaining' her host.
When she returned from San Francisco in Charley's jet, Josh picked her up at the airport in front of the private plane terminal and she smiled broadly when she entered the car and kissed her husband. "Have a nice flight?" Josh asked, returning her kiss.
"Fabulous," she said, letting him know with her grin that she had, indeed, joined the mile high club. He asked if the plane was nice. "It had a king-sized bed in the cabin," she said, her eyes sparking as she spoke. "I even liked the opera," she said incredulously.