“I used to think marriage was a plate-glass window just begging for a brick”

As every masterful writer does, Jeanette Winterson plucked these words from my subconscious. But is it true, are marriages begging for a brick to break their plate-glass window exterior? And was I that brick? 

I can't help it, I have an insatiable fetish for married men. Maybe there was a time I was jaded by marriage, but now I revel in it. My intention is not for your wife to find out or for anyone to get hurt. In fact, it's the opposite. I want to cultivate a private romance with you, one where we explore all the desire that is accessible only to me, your mistress and your personal paramour. It's an age-old tradition of sedition: the glint of your ring reflecting the secretive lust in your eyes, the whisper of clandestine intimacy on your lips, everything coming together to ignite our passions. 

Your marriage thrives alongside our relationship. You come to your wife having satisfied all the pleasures that live outside your marriage. Your yearnings tended to, your cravings contented, yours is an ideal marriage and ours is a fantasy affair.