In the afternoon, under a scorching sun that burns the skin, a deep, simmering heat rises from within my body. I crave sex uncontrollably—not with my husband, but with someone else, someone who will pound into me mercilessly until I'm driven wild with pleasure. I want to writhe and scream, climaxing over and over again. It's not that I dislike sex with my husband or that I'm dissatisfied with him. It's simply that I yearn for intimacy with someone different, aching to feel the presence of another man. Just what kind of wife have I become?