I cheated on my wife with an amazing woman: kind, sensitive, smart, driven, funny. She's tall, has big tits and long legs, and is gorgeous. She likes racy underwear and porn. She's an Ivy League ex-stripper who taught pole- and lap dancing. She claims and seems to enjoy giving blowjobs and has multiple—and intense—orgasms. We make each other laugh. She adores me and I can't get enough of her. I've never been so immediately and thoroughly attracted to anybody; she has become sex to me. All my fantasies—sexual, domestic, and professional—revolve around her. Everything reminds me of her. I get butterflies when the phone rings, I get nervous when we say hello, and I get queasy when we say good-bye. I've never been in love with any of my previous girlfriends—and that includes my wife. I married my best friend, my soul mate, and I want to tell her how excited I am about finding my dream girl, the love of my life!

But I won't. I chose my marriage and nobody will ever know.

I said good-bye a year ago and I miss my girlfriend.