Megan prefers younger men whom she can think of as her "boy toys—my playthings." She asks how old I am.

I tell her 33, and she points at me and says, "That’s my perfect age." Later she clasps her hand over mine for a few seconds when I make a joke.

), he defended his company by saying, "I would rather see people pursue [an affair] and stay true to their families." His wife was more ambivalent. I can’t take on the burden of everybody else’s lives," she offered.

Both conceded they would be "devastated" if the other used its services.

TO BE TREATED LIKE I WAS THE LAST WOMAN ON EARTH BY A HUNGRY GROUP OF MEN, PREFERABLY ALL [ethnic group whose male members are often hypersexualized in American culture, due in part to a complex legacy of discrimination]!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

BIG THICK [rhyming masculine body part] NEED APPLY!!! My first e-mail blitz, which doesn’t specify that I’m a journalist hoping to interview subjects, nets me a grand total of zero replies. I change tack and name-drop Yet a few replies roll in. (Identifying details have been obscured or altered slightly to ensure anonymity, and all names are fictitious.) She lists her weight at well over 200 pounds, her limits are "Anything Goes," and her tagline is "I’m too much for you." And what is she looking for? I’m not here at AM to meet someone for the opera, I assure you."What the hell is going on here?

Because if you go on the site, you’ll find a lot of avatars adorned with a simple drawing of a woman’s face and a confidential finger over pursed pink lips, with the promise of additional "Private Showcase" photos, viewable only if the member sends you a "key." Many profiles are eloquent and demure, asking men to compose thoughtful missives and to refrain from sending erection photos.

But a number are either fake, or appear to be from sex workers, or are written like the following: "to have a well built guy with a huge spear shove it in my tight MILF [orifice not anatomically designed for sexual intercourse] in front of my husband all night long!!!!!!!!Soon after, she removes my glasses without asking permission. "They need to smell good to me: healthy, alive, confident."Your glasses are so clouded, I need to clean them," she explains, wiping them on her shirt. I can smell fear; I want them to smell like they deserve me.As is customary for women on Ashley Madison, she gets bombarded by suitors, then rejects about 90 percent of those she meets.To her, the main contrast in the libidos of the genders is not their size but their pickiness.What, exactly, is compelling these married women to set up "sexy dates" in droves, aside from easy Internet access?