It was a cold Tuesday evening, our anniversary. We had been working and I had just finished preparing dinner. He came home a bit late and wanted the family to go out to dinner.

Following a suggestion and a quick disagreement on what we were doing, he decided to leave for a few hours and came home wasted.

I said this is it. Sex is few and far in between, mediocre at best and there is no respect anymore. The idea of cheating was a better prospect than leaving. Who am I to give up on what we build together?

Started talking to a friend and said that I am considering having an affair. She directed me into a very specific direction and I met someone!

Oh my gosh, and did I meet someone....

We started talking and immediately wanted to meet. He is cautious, careful of being seen. I got there first, grabbed a cold drink and as I went out, he turned into the parking area. First thought was damn, he is HOT. When people talk about tall, dark and handsome - that's what he was with the most amazing hands that you just know you want to feel them on you. We talked a bit and he noticed the slightest movements with me dragging my fingers through my hair. Time is running out.... will we kiss?

He leans in closer and his mouth closes mine, his lips are soft while his hand slips around my neck. I want to press closer and in this moment I know. I know I want to take this further.

A week didn't even pass before we had arranged our first actual meeting....