For as long as I could remember, I thought that married women that cheated on their husbands were scum, but in all respects, the more I thought about it, the more I agreed.
For if I was secretly meeting another man, allowing him to slip between my warm heavenly folds, to feel the sweltering tightness of my insides grasping his sex, then perhaps it was not me or them but it was you men once called husbands that were in the wrong well before the other man came along, as was the case for me...