When I met my husband I had sworn off men, I was 26 and had got sick of going from poor relationship to poor relationship. We met at work and got on well, after a drunken Christmas Do, a real relationship developed.

We had been through the discussion about previous partners, and I had been honest, I’d been around a fair bit and was considerably more ‘experienced’ than he was. It didn’t matter to him and it didn’t matter to me.

It was a bit of a whirlwind romance and we got married after about 18 months, we both just knew. We wanted kids so after we married, project baby started and around a year later I was pregnant.

When I was about 6 months pregnant, we went through a rocky patch which culminated in a small separation. Starved of attention, feeling like I was unattractive and yet incredibly horny, I got online with a view to whiling away the hours flirting online.

But this is my confession. I met up with a guy and had sex. It was great.

My husband and I reconciled shortly after and have been together ever since. There is no way I could ever tell him.