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In between that time, my wife had to take a three night business trip. Well on the last night, she failed to respond to some of my texts after I knew she was at the bar. Which is totally out of character for her. Immediate red light goes off in my head, and I'm thinking something is up.
He swims closer toward the three of us. He waves at the topless twins and noticeably elevates his eyebrows just a little, grinning, as he turns my way and shares a strong look of approval. He lifts them up further, still, as he glances between the naked girls again. I walked in the door, trying to pretend like it was any other day. My husband had beaten me home, and seemed grumpy. I didn’t think much of it until I went into our room and the first thing I noticed was the condom wrapper on the side table. The condom wrapper from Sam and my encounter earlier that morning. I'm a straight guy and have never had any form of sexual experience with a guy until a couple of months ago. I had taken double the dose of my (prescribed) Klonopin that day as I was feeling more anxious than usual. The last time I took a large dose of Klonopin combined with alcoholThis cannot be entirely about him or you. It should be about meeting a need within the relationship and how the relationship will benefit. If it puts him in a better place while enriching his appreciation, love and respect for you, and you feel better about you and him as a couple, the price is worth it. The wonderful ones result from love and trust and understanding. But really, it's blindingly simple. We give each other what we need, including freedom and space. We respect one another. And we are self-aware enough to know that we're interested in, and capable of, exploring sex, whatever that means for us and despite what it may mean for anyone else. (That is, of course, anyone not sexually involved with us.) Being in an open marriage has brought my husband and me closer than I ever imagined possible.
Not anymore. I share my nights between my boys, kiss them both when they walk in from work, and sit in the middle on the couch. The responsibilities around home are shared, and the kids are happy and extremely loved. We have all grown enormously, and the fantastic dynamic between the three of us has to be seen to be believed. They both offer me different things, and both understand I love them. Today, I couldn’t imagine my life without both of them in it. Tonya has wandered over to the farther away end of the pool. She searches for something; meanwhile her bare thigh gently taps against the fourth step leading to ground. She finally finds her handbag, toward the left and resting only inches from the pool’s edge. She fumbles with something inside of the purse, most likely a bottle of perfume or some kind of compact. Although extremely angry at me, he could see this was serious. He knew me, he knew that I was struggling and when my words eventually came, he listened. To this day I don’t know what I did to deserve such an amazing person in my life. I have never been intoxicated enough to not recollect my actions, especially engaging in sex with someone, and I sincerely doubt the honesty of anyone who claims such complete and total memory loss. Your best option is to let it go, chaulk it up to an error and forget it. If he comes to you with a confession and a willingness to leave her and move forward with you, then you will have your answers, and what you want. Ideally, he's going to get over his awkwardness, which in turn will help you get over yours, and things will eventually - in time - return to normal. Both of you will pretend that it never happened, and that will be that.
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I find it hard to believe his story. He might not remember everything, hell, he might only remember bits and pieces, but his concern is likely whether or not you remember anything. My advice to you is to lie like a dog and tell him you remember nothing. Otherwise, you're putting your friendship in danger.
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