I’ve been married for 15 years, but haven’t slept with my wife for almost 10 of them (after the traumatic birth of our second child). We have 2 great kids, and we’re all best friends. Today I slept with an e*****, “full service” and feel like a real man again; it was fantastic. Afterwards, I went home to my sons birthday party. So much of what we call morality is just b*llshit, an e***** is better than an affair, surely? As I get older I realise that my only regrets in life are the things I didn’t do, the opportunities I didn’t take. Am I a bad man, or just getting wiser? No-one will ever know. I’m trying to feel guilty about it but just don’t feel guilty at all.
