I am the wife of a multimillionaire husband, who is 67 years old while I am 51. I have a great need for him in bed, but he is constantly consumed by his business and barely has time for me. Our kids live abroad, leaving me with little to occupy my time.

One night, he took me to Las Vegas to accompany him on a business trip, but he left me alone in the hotel room. Feeling lonely and neglected, I decided to fill the emptiness left by him and enjoy some life. I went down to the hotel bar and met a charming man named Alex. We hit it off immediately, sharing drinks and stories until the early hours of the morning.

Alex made me feel alive and desired, something I hadn’t felt in years. We danced, laughed, and eventually, the chemistry between us led to a passionate night together. For the first time in a long time, I felt truly seen and appreciated.

As the sun rose, I slipped back into the hotel room, feeling a mix of guilt and exhilaration. I knew my actions would have consequences, but for that night, I reclaimed a piece of myself that had been lost in the shadows of my husband’s busy life.