I am in mad lust with a married man. A married man and FATHER. Before I met him married men were completely off limits. I would get very angry and disgusted with married men who'd flirt with me. What happened to me? Part of it was a hormone imbalance that is being rectified. My libido is making up for years of hibernation. The other part is simply HIM. His innocence makes me fucking insane. I am so hot and bothered that I have no remorse for my mad thoughts and couldn't care less about his boring bitch wife. Everytime I see him there is a porno film playing in my head starring us. When he bats his baby blues at me and leans close my fucking pussy is on fire and I feel wetness instantly. When I hear his voice I get that delicious, painful *twinge* throughout my pelvic region. I would suck his dick in 2 seconds. I would rip his pants off and fuck him in 1 second. It started out with me thinking, 'Isn't he adorable? His wife is one lucky woman.' I honestly don't know how it turned into me having 14 orgasms a night, picturing all the dirty and delightful ways I could please him. It might have been the way he stroked my back just so. Or the way he gazes at me when he thinks I don't notice - too innocent to know any better....or does he? All I know is that I hope his bitching boring hairy wife leaves him so we can blissfully and guiltlessly fuck like minks day and night. I saw a picture of her once and sometimes make seemingly offhand, innocent remarks about women with body hair and saggy udders and how lucky I am to be virtually hairless, full and perky. I KNOW it's wrong to destroy a marriage. I know this, but the brain below my waist fails to listen to reason. She wants it NOW and she wants it from only him. She is so insane that she could make me a slave to his master. She believes every word that comes out of his mouth and would walk over fire for him. She's putting me in terrible danger. He has started confiding in me about little things here and there. I encourage and validate his anger. I want him to hate the bitch. I want him to realize how much fun conversation can be when it's not always about Clay Aiken or potty training. I want him to imagine what sex would be like with someone who is unique and fun and vibrant. How can he resist the adventure and excitement we could have together? He is obviously stifled and bored. Fuck, I just want to corrupt the hell out of him and I'm probably (technically) more innocent than he is. My thoughts certainly aren't, though. We have not done a thing and he has no clue. My self-control is eroding rapidly and I feel like next time I won't be able to stop myself from returning that sexy gaze. Next time I won't resist his hug and he will then feel my heat and my racing heart and then he will know. I feel like I am on a slow train to hell.