I join her, expecting her to crane just her nostrils into me, but she embraces me in a hug, pulls me tightly into her expansive bosom, and burrows her face into the crook of my neck for a deep whiff."The women’s movement into the workplace was the first massive jump into unfaithfulness," says Noel Biderman, CEO of Ashley Madison."The more financial independence women have, the more it correlates to how unfaithful they’ll be." When Biderman launched the site in 2001, he predicted "that the Internet would be the second massive jump and usher in an era where women would behave like men.Both conceded they would be "devastated" if the other used its services.

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I’m on Ashley Madison.com, the behemoth of extramarital-dating sites, whose controversial slogan is "Life is short. But you probably don’t know anyone on it—or at least anyone who admits to being on it.

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.

"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.

I’ve met guys who are theoretically attractive, but they don’t smell right.""I haven’t really put my nose into your neck, which is where the smell holds," she says, and stands to the side of the table.

While the overall membership skews 70 percent male, Biderman claims gender parity among people in their thirties (which translates to lots of lecherous 65-year-old men hitting on 30-year-old women).

Biderman says he is happily married and regards his venture as a release valve for those in sexually unfulfilling, but otherwise effective, unions.

We sent writer and monogamist Teddy Wayne to meet the growing flock of lady Don Drapers *And not by their husbands My eyes are blurry from too many post-midnight hours in front of my laptop, trolling through scores of Internet-dating profiles of women.

I’m carpet bombing them with the same boilerplate message, suggesting, with unsurpassed creativity and seductiveness, that we get together for a drink.

"They’re all unhappy with the amount of sex they’re getting—the ones who are still married," she says. The ones who’ve started playing around are much happier."But what about the guilt? My marriage would be in shambles if I wasn’t playing outside the marriage." Such playing is not without its risks; she’s fallen for men before, she admits, and says heartbreak is part of the game.

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

In short, she doesn’t fit the portrait of the promiscuous, inconstant woman cast as the adulteress in Hollywood dramas. Over cold Cusque&#x F1;a beers on a hot July afternoon, Megan drops the professional mien.