Why Is Cheating Sex Always Better Than Husband Sex?

I love my husband, I really do. We are great friends and devoted parents. We have an active sex life even after twenty years of marriage. He is an attentive lover who gives me multiple orgasms.

But I met Carlos at a car wash event for the high school soccer team. He was shirtless and wearing tight shorts. I slipped my business card in among the seven dollar-bills that I handed him as a tip.

I was surprised when he texted me the next day. I asked his jersey number and checked the roster on the team Website. He had just turned 18!

I told him what a great job he'd done washing my car and asked him if he could help me with some tasks around the house. He came after school the next day, while my son was at band practice and before my husband got home from work.

Carlos is totally average. He's not muscular, his dick is normal but not huge (my husband's is bigger) and he's not yet skilled as a lover (this was his first time). Nevertheless, sex with him is so much better than with my husband. He is so present, so eager. He fucks me 3 or 4 times each afternoon that he visits.

My life has gone upside down since I met this young man. I am questioning my marriage.

I stopped my birth control and it is likely that Carlos or my husband will knock me up soon. If the baby is Latino, I will divorce my husband, move away, and raise it on my own. (I would never implicate Carlos. He needs to meet a young woman his own age and start a life with her.)

If it's my husband's baby, I will stay married and continue to see Carlos.

I wish love and relationships were simple. I wish I could feel for my husband what I feel for Carlos. That genie can't be put back in the bottle, and I have to live each day caught between my role as a dutiful wife and mother, and my escape with a man less than half my age who has awakened a passion in me that I never knew was there.