About a month ago our lives changed forever. About to be caught, I admitted to my wife that I had been having an affair for the last year…and that for the decade or so before that I had been cheating on her as well, having anonymous, meaningless encounters with swingers and women in open relationships. After kicking me out of the house for a few weeks, we started talking again, and as it developed – she was far more pissed off at me about the lying and the emotional affair than the sexual infidelity.
It was a real O. Henry story – we had had a foursome with another couple soon after we first started dating which went poorly, and from that point on I tried to “protect” her from my sexual desires, while she felt me gradually pulling away and wondered where our crazy sex life had gone (obviously this vastly oversimplifies the complexities of a decade+ relationship & marriage, but for the story’s sake we’ll roll with it). She hadn’t been upset about the foursome itself, just unhappy with how it went (the other guy was underwhelming).