My name is Tina Chambers, and I'm a dance instructor.

"A perfect specimen," that's how my husband Daniel describes me.

And by "perfect," he means the kind of woman men dream of having: wild in bed, but proper as can be in public.

But ever since Daniel went abroad, I've been struggling to keep this loneliness at bay...

That night, I'd just finished my shower and settled into bed when my phone buzzed with several messages.

"Baby, your peach of an ass is gorgeous."

"Baby, have you ever felt a man's abs?"

Along with these messages were a few selfies, some up-close front-facing shots, others taken in the mirror. Each one oozed pure masculine energy.

When I got to the last photo, I couldn't help but swallow hard.

All these pictures were from a guy named Sam Walsh.

Our meeting felt a bit like fate.

After Daniel left on his business trip, I had nothing better to do, so I started swimming every day.

One time while I was swimming, someone bumped into me and knocked off my anklet. Sam was the one who picked it up for me.

Afterwards, we sat by the pool chatting and found out, by coincidence, that he was an ex-boyfriend of one of my old classmates. So we exchanged contact info.

To be honest, I had a feeling then that I might end up in bed with him.

Even though I'd only been with Daniel since getting married, I wasn't opposed to the idea.

I told myself, if it happens, it happens. If not, I won't push for it.

We chatted on and off online, both of us knowing what we were thinking but unable to take that final step. It was like whoever made the first move would lose.

Then last month, Sam suddenly asked about the little charm on my anklet, wondering why it had "sex" engraved on it.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, I told him my husband had it custom-made for me.

Just like that, we naturally started talking about sex. I was pretty pleased with how smoothly the conversation shifted, and I bet he was too.

He said he wanted to get a closer look at my charm.

I snapped a photo to show him my ankle, but to my surprise, he sent back a video call request.

"Baby, you're gorgeous," Sam said.

He claimed he wanted to see the charm, but he kept complimenting my feet.

His voice got husky. "Have those beautiful feet ever been kissed?"