My wife has had three affairs that I know about. First there was Mike, and then Jon; I got to watch him with her a couple of times from the closest in my bedroom. She knew that I was there, but he didn't. The last time that I watched them, she wore a transparent dress and he loved it. No bra or panties. Then there was Steve; they worked together and she fell in love with him. That almost ended my marriage. She had left and filed for a divorce. I didn't know about him at that time; I thought that it was my fault. All the time I was begging her to come home, she was out with him. Evidently, he got tired of her and she came home, all the time blaming me for her leaving. Years later, she confessed that she was with him at that time, but I had already heard rumors about them. Back in those days, we would go to a club to dance and have a few drinks. She wore really short dresses and no panties or bra. We had a lot of fun in those days. But now that we're older, she is suddenly this goody two-shoes Catholic girl that doesn't want to play anymore. I ask her to flash a little bit and all of a sudden, I am the devil. I think she has forgotten about my needs and wants so she can absolve herself of the things that she has done in the past. I love her more than life itself, but she doesn't understand that what she did was just part of life and she should get over it. I have no problem with what happened years ago. I guess I will just have to enjoy the memories that I have.
— Thomas, 68