The first time I cheated was when I was engaged. I had a "fling" with a co-worker who later fell in love with me when he knew that all I wanted was a fling. After I got married, I had a child then found another job after my baby was a little older. At my job, I was the youngest employee and naturally grasped the attention of all my older male employees. I loved it. I enjoyed dressing pretty sexy just to see their faces. One in particular got my attention. He was much older than me and so very different, in every aspect; race, religion, and so on. He knew exactly what needed to be said to me to get what he wanted and that I secretly wanted too. Mind you, I love my husband with all of my heart but sometimes I felt like I needed something else. I guess I was tired of the monotony, the same thing over and over. This other man and I went at it for a couple of months. We had amazing sex in hotel rooms, in his car, at work. We even had sex in a bathroom at a movie theater. I loved the thrill and the adrenaline of doing something I wasn't supposed to do. But of course, all things come to an end. I decided to stop doing things with him and he noticed. He didn't oblige, he also had a live-in girlfriend. He's the "I-don't-believe-in-marriage type of guy. I stopped it for good. That was a year ago. My husband and I have had our ups and downs. We've gone through it all, but somehow things have changed between us. I wouldn't dare to ever look at another man now. The way I was before is not me anymore. However, I don't regret it. My past has made me who I am today. I've never told anyone about this, until now.