the affair

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We were on his couch and things were getting hot. My dress came off with surprising ease and he made short work of his tuxedo. I tried to care that I was naked on the conductors couch, but I just couldn't. It had been more than a year since the last time I was intimate with my soon-to-be ex-husband and I had just found out that he had been conducting his own affairs over the internet.

So I decided I might as well enjoy myself.

It was like a scene from D.H. Lawrence. Tawdy and uninhibited. Unbelievably wild.

As we lay on the living room floor afterward, he was very quiet. I thought he might have been having an attack of conscience and sought to comfort him.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked.

He took a deep breath. "I'm thinking that for the first time, that was pretty good."

My breath caught. First time? Surely he wasn't...

"You were a virgin?" I gasped.

He nodded.

I groaned and pushed my face into the carpet. I had just deflowered the president of the symphony board. I couldn't believe it.

"But... you were... and you knew..." I sputtered, trying to make sense of the information I had just been given.

He just shrugged and kissed me.

Later the next day I called my very best friend, Bean. She knew the conductor and had dated him once upon a time.

"I slept with the conductor last night," I said. We've been friends for 20 years. We no longer require niceties in our conversations.

"Really?" she said. "How was it?"

"Good," I hedged. But I couldn't keep the information to myself. "Did you know he was a virgin?"

She started laughing. "I knew he was when I went out with him. You didn't know?"

"Not until he wasn't anymore," I grouched.

Bean kept laughing. I finally hung up on her.