Just before our second daughter turned two I brought up the subject of another child. I loved being mum to my two girls and thought it was time for a third child as I'd always wanted three. I desperately wanted a boy so tried to get the timing right. I'd heard that boy sperm swim faster but girl sperm live longer so the timing for a boy had to be on the dot of ovulation. I've no idea if that is true but it did work! Our original pre-marriage sex madness had long since gone and it was a rare event for us by this time. I just didn't want it to be honest. He was in his study until all hours and I had got disheartened trying to convince him to come to bed earlier than midnight to the point that when he did come to bed early I just couldn't be bothered.

We had a very good looking 27 year old sporty American staying with us for a week and me being 25 year old lonely girl fell head over heels in lust with him. I spent several evenings in his company chatting and laughing whilst my husband was in the study or at church meetings. I probably showed myself up and said too much but I found myself telling him how lonely I was and how miserable my marriage was and that I didn't even like my husband anymore. That was 13 years ago! He was either a perfect gentleman or he just wasn't interested in me at all so nothing ever happened between us. I was gagging for it though and the night I conceived my son it was him I imagined in the place of my husband. That sounds a bit silly now but I have to remember that actually I was 25 and at that age I should have been doing all that flirting as a free and single career woman not a vicars wife with two children. So I don't have any feelings of guilt at all, just a bit of stupidity!