In college, my girlfriend cheated on me with a much older, dad bod-type guy. She told me about it, which was nice, and she felt awful, which was also nice, but I felt this weird, unexpected combination of hurt and arousal. I'd think about them together, and I'd feel sick, but I'd get hard. My mind would wander there when I'd masturbate, and the orgasms
I think the most prudent thing to do here is to consider what the emotional fallout will be if the same thing were to happen again. You've written your letter in a hypothetical voice without identifying yourself, which is uncommon for this column, but I have a hunch that if you're in this configuration, you're the wife. If that is true, envision what a scenario will be like if your husband follows the same pattern.
It's embarrassing to say, but I might as well lead with the truth: I'm 76 and still horny as hell. I'm tall, with the kind of posture that used to turn heads but now just reminds me to stretch. My hair's gone white, my skin's mapped with wrinkles, and even with hearing aids, I miss half of what people say. But desiredesire's still loud.