Rebecca has spurred me into action, she writes with verve and insight and it’s a style I’d like to emulate. As well as being easy to read, it captures the breathless, playfulness of these meetings, the friendship and the sex.  She has already contributed a post – I am a wife, a mother and a lover to four men (thanks to Ashley Madison)

I’ve only known Rebecca for three weeks, following a few relatively opaque emails exchanged on Ashley Madison, and we’ve bonded as friends.

It turns out that the rat-a-tat chat of WhatsApp is a great way to forge a friendship. We want to publish our chat on here, once we’ve ‘redacted’ some of the details. Rebecca’s use of the word redacted, reflects her line of work.  A quick count showed that I had sent 890 messages! This took us by surprise, until we remembered a couple of conversations had gone on for over and hour.

A combination of WhatsApp and Ashley Madison has definitely catalysed the process of meeting nice married women who just happen to want uncomplicated sex. At one point a couple of days ago, on the bus to see Isabella, I was chatting to 5 women ‘friends’ on WhatsApp at the same time. It warranted a screenshot, sent to Rebecca and Eve as evidence.

Rebecca and I had a playful meeting in a pub in Covent Garden.. Before I walked her to her next cocktail date with a different new man.. We already knew so much about each other… she had sent me link to her blog of a couple of years ago where she talked of George the caterpillar, her hairy top lip. I instinctively gave her smooth top lip a gentle stroke when we met

A month earlier she had shaved below for the first time and now regretted doing so, not liking the girliness of it. I agree with her. The porn industry has a lot to answer for, and the spread of the shaved pussy is right up there! We had already covered my preference for the natural woman in our messaging.

Rebecca and I even had our first tiff the other day! After I told her that I had WhatsApp’d a friend whilst sitting behind the shoulder of one of Rebecca’s lovers. Rebecca thought we were laughing at her expense – we weren’t, just playfully sharing the surreal situations we sometimes find ourselves in.

In this case, Rebecca had told me she was meeting a lover at All Bar One, in Canary Wharf, where I happened to be with a client that day. Cheekily we arranged that I would observe from afar. I bumped into her in the bar, with her man sitting outside, and she bought me a drink. I then sat behind his shoulder, where she occasionally cast me a knowing smile.

Rebecca, has become overwhelmed by the level of interest and attention she is getting. Until three months ago she had only had sex with her husband for the last 24 years – now she has met 4 men for sex, and has a list of many others, including me, who she might meet.  I have just replied to an email from her, which lists 16 men she has been in contact with, asking me for help in winnowing it down (she used the term cull, though that sounds a bit terminal)

It’s very different for men on AM, where each approach to a woman is deliberate and considered, trying to stand-out from the masses of other approaches that will have received. I appear to have found or, more accurately, carefully crafted a style of communicating on AM that gets a response. Rebecca is the 7th woman I have met up with off there. She tells me that other men complain they have no luck.

Before the emailed list, she had shown me her little pink notebook in the pub on Monday – where she has attempted to track their names and interests. Even funnier was her work roster for the next two months, printed out and colour coded with pencilled-in initials of the men she was meeting up with.