Desperate housewife

"All this changed when I turned 30. I'd been a stay-at-home mum for years, and my life, to put it simply, was boring and uneventful. My husband worked all the time, even on weekends, so we hardly saw each other.

"When my elder child was younger, I'd spend all my time with her. But as she grew up and started living her own life, I started spending more time with my friends.

"Eventually, though, shopping and going out with them got really boring. Itching for some excitement, and with my husband's encouragement, I signed up for ballroom dancing lessons. After class, I would head to a nearby dance club to practise some more, and that's where I met the tall and suave Harry*.

"Harry was an amazing dance partner, but, more than that, he was attentive. After dance practice, we would go out for supper and in no time at all I was confiding in him. I was extremely attracted to Harry, not just because he was handsome – I was also emotionally connected to him.

"One night, Harry and I went for drinks. We flirted, one thing led to another, and we ended up having sex. That night, I also had my first orgasm. A side of me had been unleashed; after 10 years of nondescript lovemaking, I finally felt sexually alive."

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