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The last couple of times you’ve been over, you’ve been acting… different. You’re still the same sweet, funny, silly guy that you’ve at all times been, but I’ve noticed that your eyes linger on me a little longer than before, and they’re looking in places that a married man shouldn’t be looking at a married woman. I know that you’ve cheated on your wife before, and the looks have made me… curious?

I’m not the most clued in person when it comes to this sort of subtlety. I prefer a direct approach. So, the time before last when you were here I wasn’t sure if you really were hitting on me or not. I mean, we’ve at all times flirted, but it was harmless and playful. And I love our late night talks where you confide in me your darkest of thoughts. But that time, you held me a little tighter when you were upset about what is going on in your life. You kissed my hands, my arms, and my neck, and your lips lingered a little longer. And you looked deeper, almost pleadingly at me, when you told me that you loved me. Thinking about it the next day, I began to wonder.

And, I’m human. I fantasized about what it would be like if I had leaned in a little closer when you were staring at my lips. Would you have kissed me? For the next couple of weeks, I thought. And there wasn’t a moment where you didn’t enter my thoughts. And the things I was thinking were anything but good.

My husband benefited, because thinking of you all day at work got me so turned on that as soon as I got home, I would tear into him. It got to the point that after 3 days of sex, he told me that he couldn’t take it anymore, because his skin was too sore.

Then you came over last weekend. I’ll admit, I did dress and did up my hair and makeup just for you. I wondered if you were interested, then dressing up would tell me. I was right. The dynamic has shifted somewhat between us. And now, I am lost.

You told me that I was gorgeous. You commented on how lovely my breasts were and you ran your hand down my back to rub my ass. That turned me on so much. If we weren’t sitting outside of a house full of people, you could have had me right then, marriage vows be damned. And then later that night, when we were talking, and you pulled me close to you, I really wondered that you were gonna kiss me. But you didn’t. And when you hugged me before you went to sleep, you kissed the tops of my bare breasts. I’m both grateful and disappointed that your brother was sleeping just feet away.

But now you’re driving me crazy. You are in my every waking wondered. I have made love with my husband every night since you were here, trying to drive you from my mind, but when I’m sucking his cock, I imagine that it’s yours in my mouth. And when he mounts me, I see your face, and your eyes looking at me. And after he finishes, and immediately gets up and gets dressed to go back to playing online with his friends, I have to bring myself to a climax (since, as he put it, it’s too much work for him), I imagine that it’s your hands touching me.

I fantasize what would have happened if your brother wasn’t there the other night. I have it all played out in glorious detail. Would you like to know about it?

NSFW: yes

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