Going to hell

For the longest time I've made this claim. I'm quite sure I cemented this tonight. I always considered myself a person of strong moral fiber. And so the story begins.

Drinks consumed. You need a ride home.
Feeling good, both of us
We drive away.
Your lust so obvious,
Your touch prevails.
Outside your house, your will so strong.
I fake innocence,
I pretend to fight temptation in vain.
You claim drink as my weakness.
I let you continue.
Release.
Your husband does not know.
Now we have work in the morning.
What does tomorrow hold?