“I hope you will be happy,” he said. “She’s a great person. I love her, you know.”
I told him I knew it, and said that I was sorry it had to end this way. “It’s not ending,” he said. “I don’t plan to divorce Claire. We will be married, she just will be living with you. I suspect she and I will still have sex on occasion, although I understand her passion is mostly for you. Your being gone for this long was hard on her and I can only step back and allow her to be with you. It’s not ending, my friend, it is just changing some. I watched her while you were gone and it was hard to watch. I didn’t realize until we took you to the airport years ago how much she care for you. When I agreed to get separate rooms on that day before you left, I realized things would never be the same. Never.”
Claire and I made love that morning, then we got in two cars, his truck and her car, and drove to San Luis Obispo with her things. All I had were packed into her car, since there wasn’t much. Most of what I had was in storage, but I didn’t need much. When we got to San Luis she went into the bedroom with Dave and they didn’t come out for two hours. I guess she was saying goodbye to him. I understood how he felt, because it was hard for me waiting outside of the bedroom for them to finish that day in San Luis Obispo.
Claire and I have been in our apartment now over six months and the sex has not slowed down. We both work, but we always do a morning stint, come home for “lunch” break, and then fuck before and after dinner. I know it can’t keep up like this forever, but until it slows down naturally, I’m fine with the way things are. She is perhaps the most sexually ravenous person I’ve ever met. She just happened to be the wife of my best friend and now the woman I live with and have sex with every day.