I've been married for 21 years, and my daughter is in her second year of high school. My husband is three years older than me and works as a trader, constantly traveling overseas and domestically due to his busy schedule—he only comes home about once a month. This has been our routine since we got married. Although I occasionally feel suffocated by loneliness, I've grown accustomed to it. In fact, I've started to feel more at ease when he's away. Meanwhile, I've chosen to have an affair with a man ten years my senior. He has a strong tendency toward fantasies and fulfills my deepest, most lewd desires. Through him, I've discovered a world of BDSM play I'd never known before, soaking my dry body with wet, dripping arousal. It's been a year since we met at the library and began our relationship, but lately we've been seeing less of each other. Perhaps he's found someone else. I desperately want him back—no matter what it takes. I've realized that if I want pleasure, I must take it for myself. And to keep him tied to me, I'll need money.