I was the other woman. I slept with a married man twice my age for 3 years (off and on) when I was in my early 20s - it started as a sugar daddy thing, but money stopped being involved after probably a year. I loved him, but not really in a romantic way, and I never wanted or expected him to leave his wife. I don't regret the monetary aspect, and realistically, I know if it wasn't me, he would've been with someone else (he'd been cheating for their entire 30 year relationship), but I was pretty convinced if I ever got married, karma was going to bite me in the ass. I felt slightly better when they started swinging a couple years in, I guess. At least she was getting it how and where she wanted.

I stopped seeing him when I met my now-ex husband, but I still miss him sometimes. The sex was amazing, but he also taught me some useful shit. He looked over my retirement investments and made some changes and I've made money every quarter since, so there's that. I don't know if I'd make the same choices now that I did then - I'm not at all opposed to sex work but the idea of doing it with a married man is incredibly unappealing.