A new one.

You sent him a picture of you from behind, in nothing but a lime green thong, taken minutes before with the help of the timer on your smartphone camera. Yes, it was the same phone that Janie just used to tell him that you want to suck his dick. It was the phone your husband pays for. You're not proud of it. You wish you could say that it was the only time you ever did anything of the sort. You wish you could say it was the closest that you ever came to cheating on Josh, because that would mean you'd remained faithful, but you didn't.

Rick rejected you, ever so nicely, with a suggestive compliment and a regretful reminder that he, too, was married, but you cheated on your husband numerous times with numerous men, both before and after Rick's rejection. You suppose that's what's really the thing about you. The thing about you is that you were a serial cheater. Janie knows all of this. In fact, she encouraged all of it, which should explain why you didn't think it a bad idea to send her the aforementioned selfie. You encouraged each other back then, to be as slutty as you both could be. You were raging against marriage and motherhood at the time, but those days are over. You got caught, and apologized to Josh, and you meant it.

You love your husband, even if he doesn't exactly rev your engine. He's a good man and a good provider, and is even helping raise a child that's not his own (your second youngest). You've been faithful for almost four years now, and want to remain so. The bitch, Janie, knows all this, too, but there is one thing she doesn't know about.