The attraction was undeniable.

Our chemistry was scorching hot.

But he wasn't my husband.

My once treasured marriage was now flawed and imperfect.

By the time the guilt set in, it was too late.

Reality was trying to keep me from my obsession.

My husband was that reality.

My obsession was West, but he was forbidden.

Taken.

Married.

We were swingers.

It was the perfect arrangement.

Until I fell in love ...

With West.