A Little Christmas Guilt
Guilt can be compounded by fucking a woman other than your wife just before Christmas
I didn’t think it would ever happen to me. In fact, my mind had never even strayed towards the idea. My married life had been no less than spectacular for all of its fifteen years. We were both about forty and were awash with a deep respect and love for each other. We had marvellously uninhibited sex, common interests, stimulating conversations, and, equally important for both of us, no kids to impede our lifestyle. We se...