Ahh, the affair.. He was married. His wife my best friend..  I never actually meant for it to happen. Not that I hadn't thought about sex with him. Trust me, I did. I knew that it was something that I never should do.. Morally it was wrong and I knew it.. But my god, this man was so damn sexy.. and did I mention that he was charming as all hell? Before I go any further I have to tell you that I am changing the names and places of everyone involved. It's safer that way. I'm afraid someone might come across this website on accident and figure out who he is, and worse yet... who I am..  I had met 'Tim and Sandra' while I was employed at the First Baptist Church. We started hanging out together. I'd go to thier house on weekends and have a few drinks.. or watch t.v. with Sandra. Yes I noticed Tim right away.. Who wouldn't? Tim was 30 years old, built like a brick house.. Yes a well cut chest and huge arms are a turn on for me... and the fact that he was a 'bad boy' sealed it for me.. Except.. he was married.. That usually was a no-no for me. I had controlled myself quite well for a while.. Till that one weekend.. Sandra was going out of town for the night and she dropped Tim off at my place. He came in with that oh so charming smile on his face, a case of Budweiser (My favorite beer) and a blunt. We did our usuall for an hour or so.. We got high, drank beer.. listened to music.. Then I got up to use the bathroom and I scootched alittle to close to him. He grabbed me, slammed me against the wall, held my arms up above my head and kissed me.. I thought I was going to melt right there into him. How the hell did he know about a fantasy that I had had about him? It was like he read my mind.  I tried to protest.. "But your married we shouldn't do this" He slowly let go of my arms and he looked so sad. I went to the bathroom and put cold water on my face.. He had me so damn horny, I could still feel his hand on my wrists. (a real hot spot for me) I came out and sat back down.. He still sat there, looking sad as hell.. looking down for the longest time. Then finally he spoke. "Can I talk to you?" "Yes I'm always here for you" I said, instinctivly holding his hand.. "I love you.. I'm in love with you.. I wish I would have met you before I married Sandra. Your all I think about." He said while holding eye contact with me.. That was it.. He had me. So charming, he always knew just what to say. He leaned over and kissed me again. Long and deep.... His hands roamed my body that was so willing to give in to him.

I trembled when he pulled me close to him. Just as his hands were going under my skirt, I glanced at the clock... "We can't... She'll be back soon" I whispered. He pulled back and said "She's leaving again Friday. Can I come over?" How could I tell him no? That night after he left.. I took a long long shower and cried. I felt guilty.. Sandra was my friend.. How could I let things go in this direction? I was always a big believer of treat people how I want treated.. If I was married, would I want Sandra all over my husband? Of course not..

Stay tuned for part two..