When my wife asked me if I was cheating I told her I didn't love anyone else, and I meant it.

I don't love any of the 32 other women I've had sex with since I married her. Not my coworkers, not my boss, not our daughter's soccer coach, not our neighbor or her oldest daughter, certainly none of the prostitutes, not the one clown from the group we hired that one year, not the babysitter, not that one woman she's in a book club with, not even her sister.

I don't love any of them, but I do love the feeling of being with them when she doesn't know. I love the rare times when she's right in the next room. I love the times when I'm in another state or country. And I love the things some of them do for me that she won't.