I was (and still am) married when this happened. Am I a cheater?

Unintentionally, I walked into a certain port city hotel in the Persian Gulf a few years ago. The power of aggressive female uality bombarded me from every side, as prostitutes from all over the world propositioned me. The game was reversed. The rawness of women selling their flesh, pretending that they desire their customers is a game; but I respect something about their objective detachment from my values, and I'm attracted by their aggressive use of their feminine sensuality - converting it into cash for their children and families back home. A beautiful Ethiopian woman with fine features, dressed to seduce, covered in gold and a scent that made me want to lick her all over, sat down at my table. (See Additional Details)