"Don't ask, don't tell"... Not what I hoped for, but it's where we are.
Ironically, every time my too-dry Japanese wife and I talked about her eventual lack of interest in intercourse (unlike our earliest years together, when she couldn't get enough), the talk always ended with her saying, "Go get a girlfriend. In Japan, the man always does. Boys will be boys. But I don't want to hear about, so don't make it obvious."
Easy to say, not so easy to do... especially since we don't live in Japan, and most unattached women I know want "the full meal deal," not an occasional get-together for sex.
Something else that makes it less than easy... despite her "girlfriend directive," any time my wife and I are watching a movie or TV program where the guy has an affair, my erstwhile permissive wife starts spouting things like, "He's so stupid! Why he has an affair?"
HELLO?!? Three guesses why!
And for the final complication, she's very fond of asking questions, like where I'm calling from, or why I'm not home yet. And I do *not* want to lie to her, in any situation.
If we're in a true "don't ask, don't tell" situation, why all the damn questions?
So yes, I do have sex with someone else... and given that it's clear my wife has no interest in any effort to keep that part of her marriage vows (K-Y? Still hurts! E-string? Too expensive, and increased risk of cancer! ("I hear you, and I won't ask about either of those, again."))... and the fact that she kept invoking the "girlfriend" speech, my conscience is *mostly* clear. She gave me her permission, repeatedly.
But I find it disturbing that *she* doesn't seem entirely clear on the matter.
Whitman said it best. Do we contradict ourselves? Very well, then, we contradict ourselves. We are vast, we contain multitudes.
And I'm fortunate to know a beautiful woman who still wants to contain *me.*