During a skiing trip many years ago my wife, then 28, met a younger guy in her ski lesson class (I was skiing by myself). He was two years younger, 26. An engineer. Quite good looking, I must admit (Keanu Reeves type).
Well, three days after they met she started telling me that she really liked him and vice versa.
“So what?” I remember answering. We had been married for six years, at that time.
Before leaving the skiing resort she told me the guy was planning to drive to our city (distances in Europe are not like the ones in the U.S.) to meet her again.
Then came the appeal to my taboo fantasy: “He agrees to do a threesome. But only after having been with me alone at least once”.
I took the bait like a huge salmon.
I authorized the meeting, dreaming of what would come later on.
But the threesome never came. Lots of excuses, then the news that the guy was moving to Paris, France, with his family (wife and 5 yrs old baby daughter).
My pride was hurt, but the affair was over.
Only a few months later she told me that Paris was a lie and that they kept meeting twice a month halfway between their homes. And they were planning to live together.
This did not happen because the guy’ wife, a German, was much stronger than myself in creating problems for the two lovers.
So the story ended.
If anyone wonders why we didn't get divorced, well it is another story. Maybe later if anyone is interested… It stil was a matter of sex…
My wifes assets, then...