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I know this is going to sound lame but I reeeally didn't mean to cheat on my husband. I guess everyone who has been unfaithful says that though right? That it sorta just happened? But I'm telling you, with me, it just kinda did...

I'd been working at an events co-ordination company for about three months as a PA to the managing director. I'd get to go to all the fabulous A-list parties and shindigs they organised but although I found it all terribly exciting, my husband found my job, colleagues and the whole glitzy scene a complete bore.

We agreed, after one particular evening filled with cross words and snidey remarks that I would go alone to all future events. This would however, turn out to be a huge mistake.

At a diamonds and pearls themed showbiz bash a few weeks later I was mingling with my boss, gawping in awe at all the big name attendees when I came across the VIP lounge. There were cameras, directors and stars all rammed in making what looked to be a music video.

I nudged my way in and then saw, to my delight, the heart throb popstar of my teen years looking even more scrummy than he had 15 or so years ago, lounging half naked on a sofa surrounded by equally scantily clad women.

On the verge of wetting my pants in excitement I committed the ultimate sin against coolness and tottered up to ask for his autograph.

As I was leaning over to make my request a tall skinny man in a cravat accosted me and shouted across the room, "look, she'll do!"

Before I had time to ponder what it exactly it was that I was supposed to 'do', I was shoved into a chair, tweaked and teased, given a pair of librarian specs and told to lie on a sofa and look like I was being seduced.

I tried to explain that I was simply a married PA, not a porn star, actress, singer or whatever the hell they thought I was but no-one was listening. Then I heard someone shout 'action' and there he was, standing above me, my drop dead gorgeous teen dream.

He was mouthing the words to some god awful tune being piped into the room as he lowered himself on top of me and began to kiss my neck. In front of a room full of spectators he then started to unbutton my blouse and slid his hand up my thigh.

I should of course, in hindsight, have given him a right good wallop but instead I melted against his touch and began to kiss him back.

As we wriggled and writhed, clothes falling to the floor, I forgot completely where I was and who was in the room with us. I think I saw my chance to have the man of my dreams and stupidly took it. It was only when a man's voice shouted 'cut' that I jolted back into reality.

Unfortunately, the entire shameful episode was too juicy to cut from the music video that I had no idea I was going to be the star of alongside my old poster-boy.

Then my husband was e-mailed the clip anonymously. I should have 'fessed up as soon as I got home from the party but I was still in shock and I guess I hoped it would all just go away.

Trying to explain to him that I really wasn't the cheating whore I looked in the video and that it was a complete accident that I was even there, sounded so far fetched that even I had trouble believing it. It's hard to explain how you slipped and fell out of your clothes and a half naked pop star just happened to catch you...by the boobs.

We're still together but he hasn't forgiven me yet and I doubt he ever will as long as YouTube is around to serve as a constant reminder of my naughty night. Oh the shame!