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Having an affair30 year British guy here, good looking, athletic build. Good job, six figures. Until recently, 100% faithful.I’ve been with my wife for over 10 years. Nothing unusual about our relationship - in our early twenties sex was regular and amazing. She had a bombshell figure and wore beautiful, interesting outfits. We partied together and we had an amazing relationship, we were best friends and untouchable. I was completely monogamous and I am certain she was too. To this day, I’ve never had sex with another woman.The above picture is how my wife used to look and dress only a few years ago.I’ve had opportunities, I’ve had crushes and I’m sure my wife has too. We are both attractive, I’m still in good shape and in her prime she was a real head turner.We went through some tough times - financially and emotionally - she miscarried which started a long spiral of depression, weight gain and low self esteem for her which she hasn’t resolved almost 5 years later. She has had a tense relationship with her family and often lashes out at me in lieu of better listeners. These issues all exacerbated the situation - she hasn’t worked for almost 4 years. In that time I’ve tripled my income, and started some small side businesses to carry us.I don’t resent her for this.She’s a good person. A kind person, and despite being a bit of a firecracker, is really very gentle. Which is why I feel awful about what I did.The Work TripI travel for work - internationally- and on one trip to Europe, while she was pregnant I had 1 night alone in a major city, waiting for colleagues to arrive the next day.I don’t know what came over me, but at 4pm I walked out the hotel door, down the road and into a bar.I drank.And drank.And drank.I bought cigarettes (I don’t smoke) and smoked and drank some more.It felt great.I then googled strip clubs in the area and found one nearby. It wasn’t open yet so I stumbled into a bar across the road and ordered a whiskey. A beautiful, sexy brunette in tight, white dress immediately sat next to me. Clearly a prostitute, I chatted with her for a bit, enjoying the attention. We smoked together and she asked me to ‘party’. I declined. She left to try it on with someone else.Then the strip club opened.I walked in and sat in the middle, ordered a beer and then was approached by a stream of gorgeous, semi-naked women. One after the other we had some banter, joked and they would try get me to buy a dance or a drink. I never did. I’ve been to strip clubs before when I was single I know the drill. Or thought I did…Until one woman came over.Not especially attractive but charismatic and with an hourglass figure. High energy, expressive and intelligent - She wore a fishnet dress and high heeled shoes, making her taller than me - something I’m not used to. In another life she could’ve been an attorney, accountant or doctor.We connected immediately. Sarcasm, jokes, flirting. It was like nothing I’d ever experienced with a first impression. I bought her a drink. And we didn’t stop talking.For over2hourswe talked. Only stopping so she could do her stage dance.Other strippers came over, her manager too, but we just kept talking. The world outside of our conversation ceased to exist. We both drank and this time I did buy her drinks. When she did her time on the stage she screamed out to me, blew me kisses and made the entire show about me. She ignored other guys’ requests for private dances, dodged their wandering hands and always came back to sit with me. Then we got real. We spoke about her son, she kept a picture of him in her shoe which she showed me. She bragged about how much she made dancing. We got close.And then I did something really, really stupid.I bought a private dance, at 30 years old I bought a private dance for the first time in my life.But she didn’t dance, and I didn’t want her to.We kissed.And it felt incredible.We kissed throughout the whole song and would’ve continued if security didn’t come in and separate us. We went back to the table area - she grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dancefloor. We danced together until she had to go on stage again. We grabbed another couple from the table next to us and they joined in, asking me if stripper was my girlfriend. The chemistry was clear.I called it a night (reluctantly) at 3am. She kissed me again (this time in full view of all the patrons), and took my email address. She promised to write.I went to my meeting the next day (red-eyed but on cloud nine), not expecting to hear from her. Not expecting to see her again, wondering what I was doing with my life, wondering if I had been played.I flew out of that city back to my hometown and just couldn’t reconcile what I had done with my past behaviour. It was so out of character, but it felt so good. I never thought she would write, knowing that I didn’t even live in the country.But she did write.2 days after I got back, the notification appeared on my phone. My heart raced as I read her message. She included her number. Here I was, chatting with a stripper while my pregnant wife sat around at home. how far had I fallen? Why was I so infatuated with this stripper, after one night and a few kisses?I called her.We chatted, we texted, emojis, the whole deal. We spoke about taking holidays together, she kept asking if I was coming back. I wasn’t, but we chatted anyway.We met again…2 months later I had to go back to the same city for another meeting. I made a plan to arrive a day earlier again, so I could see her. I walked into the strip club that night and she literally jumped to hug me with her legs and arms. But something had changed. Her skin and broken out and her face was puffy. She was also trashed. I brushed it off.She called over a friend and after catching up on our magical night 2 months previously her stripper friend wanted a threesome. I was up for it initially, but after they disappeared for 45 minutes and came back high, I knew it was time to leave.I walked out that night without saying goodbye to her. I was totalled. I collapsed a few times in the street, and I think was driven to my hotel by a local, but I honestly cant remember.The next morning I had texts from her - “sorry about last night, please don't be mad I was so wasted and wanted to speak to you. Are you still in town?”I replied telling her not to worry about it. I then deleted her number, blocked her on all messaging apps and haven’t made contact again. I would like to, and since then I’ve become more open to flirting with other women and to be honest I think its now just a matter of time before I have an affair. I don’t want to make my wife upset, and we have a baby boy now. I want to set a good example.But I am completely overwhelmed with a need to be other women.I obviously never told my wife any of this, and without anyone there with me to experience it, I have no one to talk about it. I’ve never told anyone about this, and I’ve been trying to understand why I did what I did that day. But I honestly can’t explain the reasons.I still think about the stripper often. I have her email saved, I can call her anytime I want to. But I haven’t, for over a year now. I wish I did.

Watch the Series about Prohibition by Ken Burns. In the late 1800s and early 1900s there was a growing national concern about America’s alcohol problem. Men were spending their paychecks at the saloon on beer and alcohol and neglecting their families. Drunk husbands were beating their wives and families. Women were excluded from politics because all the political conversations and actions were occurring at the saloons and women were not allowed. That is why the Women’s Suffrage movement joined with the Temperance movement. Churches got involved because alcohol was a vice and became the devil incarnate. This was the time of America’s Protestant Revival moment.People were up in arms and mobs would attack saloons and pour out all the whiskey and beer onto the ground and kill the saloon owners. At the local levels, counties were going dry. There were calls for alcohol bans because alcohol was so evil, no man could resist. Of course the saloon prostitutes were ready to take advantage of all the drunks and take their money also. Men were not responsible for what they did when the evil alcohol got into them.Saloons lured men in with free food just to get them drunk. Bar girls and prostitutes would then lure the men further away from their families. It was an alcohol problem.There was also racism involved because some immigrants from Germany came over and started brewing cheap beer so even the poor working man could now be lured by the evil effects of the devil’s brew and completely abandon his family. This was made all the worse because they sponsored the budding America’s sport, Baseball. Free beer was given out at baseball games so it was not a family safe place to spend the afternoon any longer.Then these drunk men would start shooting off their guns and kill each other because they did not know what they were doing, they were under the evil spell of alcohol. They could no longer do the manly thing and protect their families from the evil men.Prohibition was enacted by the 18th Amendment. It quickly became the most ignored law of its time. In fact the per capita consumption of alcohol increased to the highest levels ever in the US. Exceptions were made for medical reasons and for a price, most every doctor would write a prescription. A whole lot of people became overnight Catholics or Lutherans because they could still have Sacramental Wine.The term bootlegging resulted because women could smuggle alcohol inside their leggings that they tucked into their boots that were the fashion of the day. No man, police officer included, would dare lift up a women’s dress to inspect their boots and violate a women’s privacy in such a way. It would be scandalous. Women visitors to the Whitehouse, Capitol Hill, and the Supreme court increased 10-fold. They were special deliveries to the politicians and some were delivering more than just alcohol. Alcohol and sex sells or buys a lot of political favors. The people in power were being bought off to look the other way and protect the the big business that were illegally making alcohol but supposedly legally making it for legal purposes. They were paying off enough people to look the other way when the majority of the stock was driving out the back door at night or for the few on the Mississippi River, leaving the docks on river boats at night labeled as cough syrup.When the Federal agency that became the FBI was started to stop this, the politicians made sure there were moles in place to tip off the business of raids and some of the raids did find alcohol but the majority had left the warehouse days before. The so-called fines were rarely paid because the politicians stepped in and passed legislation to exempt the companies from having to pay them because it was a misunderstanding.Individuals were making their own at home. Organized crime got started and murder rates soared. Criminal gangs were better armed than the police and the criminal gangs paid off the police to look the other way. They paid bribes equalling more than a year’s wages every week with the alternative of death if you did not take the bribe. It was an easy choice.This grand experiment ended with the 21st Amendment in 1933. The majority of Americans realized America did not have an alcohol problem, it had a people problem. People chose to drink alcohol. By banning it, it made it more tempting for people to get and extremely profitable. More money was earned on the black market in the alcohol trade than most of the rest of the entire US economy at that time. There were farmers that stopped growing crops for food and used their entire crop for alcohol production just because they could earn so much more money and become rich. People could operate a couple of stills and earn more money than any regular job they could do at that time.I have family members that made a fortune during Prohibition and instead of spending it all on luxury goods, they just socked it away and lived as they always did and did okay during the Depression and never worked a day in their life pass the end of prohibition. They moved out west, bought some land in Colorado or Arizona , and lived the quiet life until the end of their days.With the end of Prohibition, the government also learned, it is better to get in on the profits by taxing it, so we have the sin taxes, the alcohol and tobacco taxes.In the 1970s when deaths due to drunk driving became a national concern, alcohol was not blamed, people drinking and then driving were blamed. Laws were changed to reduced the BAC for being legally drunk, consequences were made harsher, public service campaigns were started, and in that time the death rate due to drunk driving has significantly decreased.In CA, the Highway Patrol started an Every 15 Minute Campaign for Juniors and Seniors at high schools in CA. It got its name because at that time every 15 minutes a CA teen died in a drunk driving related accident in CA. It has been so successful that now a CA teen now dies every 45 minutes in a drunk driving related accident. Still not good but it is so much better.Now, substitute gun for alcohol in the history leading up to prohibition. You would see history repeating itself. Ban guns in the US and the grand experiment would have the same result. Only the criminals would have guns and many of the law abiding would choose to become criminals.First, the US was founded on the dispute over this very same issue. The British King sent his troops to confiscate the guns of the colonists. They responded by not just saying no, but shooting back when the Red Coats said give us your guns or we shoot. The war that ensued was bloody and we certainly were not expected to win. I have an ancestor that signed the Declaration of Independence. It is a big deal in my family even today.These were ideals worth dying for. It was I would rather live free and die free than live as a slave to the government. Gun ownership is the ultimate in freedom, I can resist the government agents if I so decided to do so. History is full of examples of the government turning on its own citizens and citizens needed the means to defend themselves against their own government. Recent history includes China, Russia, Nazi Germany, Chile, and right now, Argentina.It has happened in the US at various times. The majority of gun laws in the south after the civil war was to prevent blacks from owning guns. That was so the racist government agents could better control the black population. The KKK was working for the government, they were the government officials in many cases.During the Civil Rights movement when the Southern States wrote laws prohibiting blacks from assembling together, how did they assemble to plan their civil rights marches and get guns to protect their communities when at night the KKK members and others would drive through the black towns and start shooting at their homes and people on the streets?It was the NRA clubs from the northern states. At that time most southerners hated the NRA. It was charted because during the Civil war, most solders from the north had poor shooting skills. Many came from cities and were not familiar with firearms. The NRA was started by Civil War officers to teach rifle handling skills. So the NRA set up clubs in the south to teach gun handling skills, arm the black communities for self-defense, and provide a place for them to meet and plan their civil rights activities. The whites stayed away because they hated the NRA. Many NRA members helped defend black communities at night. But the democrats today overlook that or dismiss it outright.I have written about this on Quora before.Guns are easier to make than alcohol. It takes special skills to make alcohol. They can be found on the Internet.A gun can be manufactured to day with no special skills than knowing how to use a few basic hand tools and a couple of cheap power tools available at the local hardware store. You can find YouTube videos that show you how. I gun can be made in a few hours. After making a few, a person can make several in a day.I have built a few of mine just for the fun of it and they are of higher quality than the ones I purchased. That is why I hand built them, I wanted a high quality rifle, not a cheap off of the assembly line one. I used the highest quality parts I could find and I hand fitted them so they match perfectly and function perfectly.The only things that have to worry about my guns are my paper targets at the range and any idiot that threatens my life or the safety and well being of my loved ones at home or when we are in public. I have a CCW and that is only to protect me and my loved ones. According to the conditions that the Sherrif who issued the CCW to me placed on it, I cannot use it to protect people I do not know. In a mass shooting situation, I have to find cover and exit the situation safely. If that means I need to shoot the shooter, I can, if I can do that without engaging the shooter, then that is what I have to do. As a civilian, I am responsible for where every bullet I fire ends up. So if I hit an innocent person, I am legally responsible for that, so I will not pull the trigger until I am 99.9% sure that my bullet will be stopped by the bad guy and on the off chance I miss, it will be stopped by an object and not another person.Finally, we need to get over, as a society, this notion that dangerous people can be in society under certain conditions, like not having access to guns. In society, there are so many ways to get guns illegally. We can have UBC, like CA where I live. We can gave background checks for ammo purchases, like CA where I live. We can have gun registration, like CA where I live. We can have AW bans and large capacity magazine bans, again like CA where I live and mass shootings and murders using guns still happen and happen at a much higher rate than many states with very lax gun laws. It is a people control problem. If a person is too dangerous to be in society with a gun, then the person is too dangerous to be in society at all. Some of the worst mass murder events have been done using explosives, remember Oklahoma City. Cars have been used to commit mass murder also, as well as knives.We need to stop feeling sorry for the criminals and lock them up for a very long time.We also need to enforce the gun laws on the book. It is a federal felony for a prohibited to attempt to buy a gun from a FFL. When such a person fills out the form 4473 and signs it, they sign a statement to this effect. Yet when they are denied the purchase because they are prohibited, there is a 99% chance they will not even be contacted by the ATF or other law enforcement agency. They are a prohibited person and have lost their gun rights. They can be prosecuted for attempting to purchase a gun and get 5 years of federal prison time.Second, that is enough to get a warrant to search their house to look for and confiscate any guns they might possess. That is not done though. If they are found in possession of any guns, they can be arrested for being a prohibited person in possession, and prosecuted by the state or feds for that. On the few times that does happen, usually the guns are confiscated and no prosecution happens. Our government does not enforce the gun laws on the books. Another gun law will do nothing because they cannot enforce it. The LE agencies have already said many times they do not have enough agents and officers to enforce the gun laws on the books and there is not enough taxpayer money or prison space to prosecute all the people violating the current laws and housing all the people that would be convicted if they were prosecuted.

My boss.While I was working for an event company. My job was about writing about the event after it was over. Sometimes, I'm required to attend the events, many times I don't. My direct boss was four years older than me and he used to call me into his office often even when it' wasn’t required.He was smart-looking and I won't say that if he liked me I wouldn't say no to his attraction. I would have dated him.Often he asked me join with him for meetings. Once impromptu on Friday around 3 PM, he asked me to go with him for a meeting. But I was wearing informal clothes not appropriate to attend a meeting (neither was it my job profile). Also, it was Friday evening and I had planned for a night out with my friends.But, obviously the boss is the boss. I have to go with him. I was wearing a bodycon top and bodycon skirt …. The skirt has a high-slit and if you don't want to show-off your thighs there were buttons to pin it closed. I pinned the button in the office.As we left, he was walking behind me … I think he was checking out my ass. We got into his car. He said that I looked hot today and was flirting a little.I was wearing this.Then he said that he purportedly asked me to join him as we were going to a bar to plan a event for a famous liquor chain and they asked to check the venue. I got quite confused because I never heard of such event in the company. But, better not to question.At the same time, he asked me to unhook my skirt button and show more of my thighs as we were going to a club. I couldn't say yes or no. Touching my thighs and cuddling me he started to open the button of my skirt and said, “Don't worry, be by my side. You just have to sit.” He unbuttoned my skirt up to my pantylines while looking at my thighs lecherously.He could see that I was breathing very deep and silent. Then he asked “what can we do with your top,” as at that time my top was tucked inside my skirt.I said “Nothing. We can't do anything about it”.He again smiled, “You're so innocent — girls do so many things to save their jobs.. You just have to look sexy.”I was living alone in Delhi. I needed this job before finding a new one.He asked me to untuck my shirt outside my skirt and then asked me to remove my bra.“We were sitting in the car and he was driving,” I said to him, then,”I don't know how to do it I'll do it in the washroom.”He replied, “We don't have that much time.”He put his hand inside my top and unhooked my bra and enjoyed touching me and then he brought his hand to my boobs (acted to remove them) and pinched them then smiled. While parking the car and then when we came outside …he raised my top until my bra line and tied it. He held my waist and said, “Smile and be with me.”My Ghosh! I was all blank.At the bar we waited for 5 mins and then one couple arrived. They were the owners of the liquor company and he introduced me to them as his girlfriend. They were talking about business and ordered liquor — whiskey and beer. Although, I didn't want to drink., I had to. I don't like beer at all. Hence, I had to order rum.The boss was cuddling me — and touching me and after three glass of drinks — I was relaxed and almost in his arms. He was also nice — and gave his arms. Then the couple said, “Why don't we come to their place for dinner.”It was already 8 pm. I told my boss that I have to be at my friend’s place by 9 pm. He assured me that he'll drop me off. When we reached their place, the couple started kissing each other and their cook told them that dinner would be ready within 15 mins. We were too drunk and my boss hands reached up my skirt almost to my pussy.The couple ask us to freshen up for dinner and they went to have sex. Suddenly, my boss came towards me and said, “Nothing official and personal. We are going to have sex — if u don't want it say ‘NO’ at this moment.”I said nothing as he removed his clothes and then my clothes. His dick was long and aroused. Even before smooching or anything he wanted to insert his dick. But when he fingered my pussy he realised that I needed to get wet. He went down and his tongue was all over my pussy (He was really good. But did I want it? I didn't know. But I didn’t stop him?).. Then he inserted his dick inside me (obviously, no condom) in the doggie position, spooning. He came soon after. I wanted more . He layed down on the bed and said, “Sorry I missed the basics” and then started foreplay.Biting so hard, I think he intentionally gave those love bites and then we did 69.Around 8:45 we had dinner and he dropped me at my friend’s place and said I enjoyed time with you.After this we avoided contact with each other in the office and later on everything got normal. We had more sex after he left that organisation.