The wisdom of kissing my husband's subordinate who took care of me while I was drunk. The fresh and youthful reaction, different from my husband, made my heart flutter, and even though I knew it was wrong, I was tempted by kisses and voluptuous breasts, and eventually crossed the line... From there, it was just a downward spiral. Almost every day, we indulged in physical intimacy, seeking each other regardless of my husband's presence. The illicit and treacherous act of betrayal in secret, which must not be discovered by my husband.
