I kissed her. "I'm just glad you don't think I'm some kind of pervert," I said seriously. "I mean, any man who gets off on watching his wife with another dude..."
"Is a wonderful husband," she finished my sentence with a cheeky little smile.
"To tell you the truth," I grinned, "if I'd known you'd be so happy that you'd cook me breakfast the morning after, I'd have let you start fucking other guys a long time ago."
She just laughed.