***No sex this week with my wife, she is giving me a wideberth. I did masturbate, noisily, in bed one night butshe didn’t react except for movin... to the far edge ofthe bed.When I realised she wasn’t going to come to me I sloweddown and took my time. I lay on my back and thoughtabout things I would like to do to my wife, slowlyworking my hand sliding my foreskin up and down. When Iwas ready to cum I rolled over and shot my load ontothe bed as close to her as I could. Since she was. It should have been Jackie and me, not Jackie and Sam. When I was introduced to Jackie and Sam my first reaction -- my first thought about her -- was that she was married to the wrong man. It should have been me. Sam and my wife could have had each other for all I cared; I wanted Jackie.I had been infatuated with other women in the past, often imagining myself with them instead of Christine. My marriage had been flawed for years. Christine and I were not a good fit. We had married young, long. The other women backed away from the scene. Izzy ran back in her office and shut the door.With my head down, eyebrows knitted, my fists clenched, and an unmistakable scowl, I strode angrily back into my office. I slammed the door so hard the entire forty-story building shook and the expression of my anger probably registered on the local Richter scales. I heard some muted voices behind me, but paid them no mind. I needed to think about this. Elsa and Cindy had been damned stupid and idiotic. I hadn’t brought up the subject with Matt again. I wouldn’t unless they were about to expire. I wouldn’t let that happen; if nothing else, maybe I’d donate them to charity. Maybe I should do that anyway. Unless that would raise a red flag — draw attention to my being on the Congressional payroll. Indirectly, very indirectly, but still... Fuck.Those miles were on my mind because I’d just gotten off United at Reagan. Well, it was a couple of hours ago. A certain chauffeur had insisted in taking.