Okay, I've debated posting this for a while and am finally posting it under a sock puppet. I just want people to know that not everyone lives the way they live and that not everyone thinks about infidelity the same way.
My DH has a problem keeping it in his pants. He's had two affairs that I've known about. He's also had at least on affair that I am "unaware" of.

I don't plan on ever bringing it up because I don't see what help it would do.
The last woman was a Domme. And I actually met her one day: up until this point I'd seen one picture of her and she showed up at a charity event I was working wearing the EXACT SAME jewelry my DH had given me for the past 3 years. . .the jewelry was a tad much, I thought, given that the event was outdoors and hot. I must have smirked, in fact, I'm sure I smirked, because I thought it was too funny that she resorted to slinking around, intentionally wearing the same jewelry as me, at a charity event, to meet me. After all, I have the wedding bands, the house, the kids, the keys to his heart; and I'm the one who picked out the jewelry!

Anyway, she slunk off and broke it off with him immediately after and he hasn't strayed since.
Here's the deal. I love him dearly, I have a good relationship with him and we're very compatible. I don't see myself doing any better. He's attractive, sweet, and I like being around him. We'll happily stay married until we die. Why would I give that up just because he has a hard time with sleeping in one bed?

Seriously, I could care less.
I won't be back under this name, I just wanted to get this off my chest. There are those of us who know our husbands cheat. We don't care. And in point of fact, there are times we may intentionally not know. If we're happy in our relationship (and have made sure we've gotten tested - under the guise of having a "weird UTI") what's it to the rest of the world? I don't think adultery, when weighed against everything else that's important in a relationship, is an unforgivable sin, or even, really, a major one. Not loving me, not committing to be with me until we die (and not cheerfully suffering through our family's annual Disney trip), not loving our kids, those would be cause for a divorce, not the occasional improper knocking of boots with the wrong person.