Temptation…

I had never been plagued by guilt this strong; I had always believed I was made of sterner stuff, that I was not the kind of guy to give in to temptation no matter how blatantly it stared me in the face. Yet here I was, drawn against my will by the way she looked - it was lust at first sight, and I knew I had to have her. I wasn’t going to take no for an answer or listen to my conscience which tried to pull me back – the little voice reminded me that I was a married man and that my wife would be furious if she found out, yet I rudely shoved it aside.

I couldn’t take my eyes away as she beckoned to me with her sexy body; she was dark, not the type I usually go for, but then again, there was something special about her. I edged closer, and tentatively reached out to touch her – she felt silky smooth beneath my fingers. I ached to see what she looked like with nothing on, and hesitantly began to take it all off. She didn’t stop me, and when I held her for the first time, I knew I had made the right decision.

How could something that felt this right be so wrong? She was not just eye candy – Oh, how she could perform! She responded with gay abandon to my touch, and as my fingers danced on her lightly, I could feel her begging me to do more. They say first dates are slow and steady, but I went all out that day – there was no smooth seduction or hesitant moves, I literally tried her out in every possible way. It was the only way I could justify her to my conscience.

Once I was thoroughly satisfied, I walked out with her. There was no other way to break this to my wife other than to show her why I had broken my promise. And unless she saw her beauty, unless she saw for herself how I felt when I looked at her and held her, she would never understand what drove me to this conclusion. I know it will be hard on her to share me with someone else, but maybe if I promise to spend just the minimum amount of time with my new passion, my wife might just let me keep my shiny new BlackBerry!