First off, I understand that I’m going to hear from people telling me what a terrible person I am. I got it. I’m not proud of it, and honestly couldn’t tell you if I went back in time whether I would change it or not. It happened, it was exciting and now my guilt is kicking my ass.
A little background. I’m 26 from Southern California. Been with my husband since sophomore year of high school and he is the only person I have ever been intimate with. We have a great sex life and enjoy traveling and enjoying our time together.
He left Friday for a three week trip to Europe for work. I had no plans but was invited out by my other married girlfriends. I decided it would be good to get out. We met at a local Irish Bar in town.