"Why do you keep on nagging about this, Ellen? You know my answer is no," I said to my wife after she again had asked my permission to have sex with another man.
"It's so unfair," she replied, "I was a virgin when we married, I have never had the experience being with another man. You on the other hand have had a lot of experience with other women, so you know that one woman is not the same as another. I don't think you love me enough to give me this experience I so much crave for."
"Are you making this into a test of love?" I replied.
"You may call it just that," she said. "You have repeatedly said you would do anything for me, because you love me so much. But you obviously don't love me enough to let me experience another male. You are probably too insecure to trust me that this is just a need for experience and no threat to my love towards you."
"All right, Ellen, this is a no win situation for me - and I think for us. You may have your experience. I cannot live with you thinking I do not love you. Before you go ahead you should think about the consequences though," I said after a long pause.
"Thank you so much, I love you so John, don't think for one second this will change my love for you accept maybe love you even more if that's possible," she replied and continued, "Consequences, what do you mean by that?"
"Firstly, you must foresee that there might be a change in our relationship. I cannot imagine all will be as before. I might not be able to live with the fact you have been fucking another man, even if I have given my permission. Secondly, you might like it so much that you want to do it again. You might say that if I really love you I should give you my permission for the added thrill a second lover might give you," I replied.
"Nooo," she said forcefully, "No way would I do that. I will never ask your permission for a repeat, you can trust me on that."
"You promised to forsake all others five years ago and I did trust you then. Why should I trust you now?" Was my somewhat laconic reply.
She smiled sweetly, eased over and gave me a kiss so convincing that I had to believe her.
We discussed and agreed on the practical details for her adventure.
A week later when I arrived home after work she announced that tonight was the day. After dinner I left before eight and promised not to come home before eleven.
I went to a movie to pass the time and keep my thoughts away from what happened in our house. Even the fact that it was a James Bond movie, did not altogether take away the sad realization, I was not enough for Ellen.
Hers ending:
At eleven sharp I unlocked our main door and entered wondering how Ellen would great me. She came down the stairs, newly showered and threw herself at me and said: