“Good night hun, I love you” I said sleepily.
“I love you too, babe. Sleep well and see you tomorrow” he replied.
I pressed end call and flopped back on my hotel bed, a feeling of intense excitement and anticipation coursing through my body, because I wasn’t going to bed. I was about to head out to meet another man. For the first time ever, I was going to be unfaithful to my husband.
David and I had been together for seven years and married for just over three. We had met at university when we were both just eighteen and started a relationship almost straight away. I felt that we still had a strong relationship overall and I don’t think either of us could imagine life without each other, but our sex life was desperately lacking. I had never been with anyone else before David and I think he had fetishized this about me. He only ever seemed to want to think of me as pure and innocent whereas I needed to be appreciated as the beautiful and sexual woman that I felt I was. Before too long this led to me becoming bored with sex. Even before our wedding I had started to lose interest and, although he would try to initiate sex at least a few times a week, we rarely did it more than once a month.