A back alley in Barcelona

I was on a trip to Spain and it was all alcohol and partying and such. This guy came up to me in the club and I knew from seeing him earlier that he had a pregnant wife and was most definitely married. I had had a few too many beers, and he began to touch me and get physical, and the next thing you know we were out on the beach heavily making out. I wasn't thinking anything more than how good it felt. We walked around for a few before we found a nice obscure back alley and I unzipped my capris and let him take me from behind. It was good, and once it was over, we went our separate ways. I mean, I guess it was a case of "when in Spain..." or "What happens in Spain, stays in Spain?"