Back when I was married I behaved myself for a long time. But one Sunday afternoon I was at the office (working in big law) and feeling horny and ignored. It was St. Patrick’s Day weekend, the weather was amazing, and the NCAA tournament was just tipping off.

So I turned to Craigslist, as one did back then - and found an intriguing post from a woman who’d been out the night before but had come home alone..

I shot her an email and she wrote write back. A few messages later I was on a northbound redline train to her apartment building in Woodley Park. She met me at the door in sweatpants and a tank top. No bra and a smile on her face. Short, Indian, thin - but with perky tits and just the right amount of curve to her hips.

We made out in the elevator. My hands on her ass. Stumbled into her apartment. Hands and mouths entwined. Her sweatpants were on the floor quickly, as were my jeans. She had basketball on tv as we fucked on her couch. First fast and hard. Then slowly.

No questions. Not many words. And that, friends, is how I got started cheating..