(Names changed to protect identities)
His marriage was getting stale. Don’t ask me how. I am not a psychoanalyst to describe it to you in fancy words. If you want a simile, it was like one- or two-day-old bread. He needed some excitement in his life and that did not mean just a layer of butter on his slice.
He was a successful businessman and his wife was a good looking and mature lady. Everything was perfect, or rather, in my opinion, more than necessarily perfect.