I met my wife travelling for work, and decided to move to her city to give love a shot. It’s worked out great. As much as I’ve tried to cut back on my travel, I still have times where I’ll have to do extended trips. We’re both high libido, so the first few trips really sucked.. even with cameras phone sex just isn’t the real thing, and getting home every weekend or every other wasn’t always feasible. Eventually we had “the talk” and laid out ground rules for hooking up with other people; not quite polyamory, but definitely ethical non-manogomy. My wife is bi, so now she is able to scratch that itch without me.
My next trip was a two-month stay, during winter, up near the great lakes. Even with our new arrangement, I didn’t have a lot of hope to meet someone given the circumstances. The first few days my wife would ask how it was going, and seemed a little disappointed that I wasn’t trying harder. I was talking to her on the phone one morning while I was standing in line at the hotel coffee shop and noticed the woman in front of me having trouble with her credit card. I put my wife on hold and asked if the woman minded if I bought her coffee. She smiled, said thank you, and I went back to talking to my wife without thinking much about it.