Even though I know it’s not a good idea, it felt like the best thing ever. While my husband was away, I banged the guitarist from a neighborhood club band. It was great. I still have chills all over my body. I didn’t mean to do it, but I can’t think of anything else …except that night. The guitarist’s touch and the way he made me feel were unlike anything I’d experienced in years. I knew it was wrong, but the thrill and the escape from my unhappy marriage were intoxicating. Now, I find myself daydreaming about him and wondering if I should pursue this feeling further or if it was just a one-time escape from my reality. The conflict between guilt and desire is tearing me apart.
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