Intro to my current obsession

So, I have a thing for married women, apparently. I wish I didn't. I've tried to be over it. BUt I just can't get past it. BUt dig 'em, and more often than not the dig me back, mainly because I'm usually the complete opposite of the douchebags they married.

I'm not regularly nailing a wife right now. I've got one, that when she comes into town to see her family, we get together and fuck a couple of times. She's a good friend, hell, a GREAT friend, and like all the married women I sleep with, I adore her for so many different reasons. BUt she only makes it in a couple times a year, and well, that's a long time to go without. And I do miss her when she's not around. She makes me feel really good about myself (and I have some mental damage due to some fairly painful relationships that went bad before I embraced my love for married women).

Anyway, there's a friend at work with whom I've developed a really strong bond. When I started work, she was single, not dating. And we just kinda knew each other as co-workers. She met a jackass and started dating, and about that time, she and I had to start working together more closely. We became really good friends. We enjoy hanging out all day, we make each other laugh, we discuss the idiocy of the company with one another, and spend of lot of great time together on the clock. I think she's great. Let's call her B. And she is HANDS down the hottest woman I have ever known. She's the kinda girl next door hot that intimidates the shit outta me, cause really, I'm not very attractive at all. But she, good god she's gorgeous, and built in the most perfect of way. Great tits, great ass, a perfect hourglass figure. And she's got a great smile and beautiful eyes. And I want her.

A couple months into her relationship, maybe 10 months, she point blank asked her guy if they were going to get married, 'cause if not, she'd rather find someone who was thinking about that. Sure it's a little flighty. What do you really know about somone in 10 months? You know whether or not they're good in bed, but that's really about it. He, not really being very bright, popped the question 2 weeks later. She said yes. I was crushed, really, cause I had hoped that maybe she'd be someone I could really get to know about and care about, but they aways seem to go for the guy that's not me.

So I congratulated her, listened to all of her wedding planning, while secretly sporting wood for her on low-cut shirt days and thinking about her tight wet pussy whilst rubbin one out.

We got closer as friends, started talking on the phone more, going to lunch together more frequently during the week. She started opening up more about her love life, romantic life. Her hopes and dreams. HOw she at one time wanted to be a professional musician (like in an orchestra), but wound up in advertising sales.

So they got hitched. I went to the wedding. She was gorgeous. I've been to a number of weddings, and have never seen a more beautiful bride. And she was all huggy and grabby and hung out with me when she could at the reception. And I never wanted to be with a woman more. That new married smell I guess.

So they did the honeymoon. And a long week later, she was back to work. And for whatever reason, more than before, she touched me a lot as soon as she got back. Lot's of huggin, lot's of grabbing me by the arm and hand. Lots of playful bumping up against me. And lot's of looking at me with a big smile on her face. And zero mention of her husband. She rarely talks about him specifically. It's more or less like she's married, but she keeps any and all mentions of it free from our time together. Weird.

So what do I do? Do I go for it? Two years later, they're still hitched, and our friendship is stronger than ever. And her marriage, I'm pretty sure it's been rough lately. How do I know? What causes me to think it. SHe talks more about their disagreements. She comes into work looking tired, and a little sad, but by the end of our work day together, she's in a good mood and smiling BIG at me, and always stops by to bid me a "wonderful evening and I'll see you in the morning".

And then, two weeks ago. a couple of weird things happened within a week's time. So the first thing is, we sit pretty close to one another, a couple desks away, but within eyesight of one another. And so I'm slaving away, and I glance in her direction, and see her looking back. But not just looking back. She's staring at me, intensely. With that look on her face. It's not just a friendly glance, it's something deeper, something that's got her deep in thought. So I stare at her for a second, and shoot her a smile, to maybe lighten her mood. And nothing. She's still thinking...hard. So I do a kinda goofy wave and smile an even bigger dumber smile, and the absolute slightest grin crosses her lips, but her eyes, show she's still very deep in thought. So I turn and get back to work. A minute later, I shoot a glance her way, and she's STILL staring at me, deep in thought, except this time, she's sad, she looks like she could cry. And I smile at her, but now she doesn't even see me. She's looking right through me. And so I go on about my work, not really knowing how much longer she kept staring at me.

The next day, on a break, she comes up to my desk/work area, and she's puffy around the eyes and she's wet-eyed. And she sits down. She's on the verge of breaking down and crying, this much I know. so I say, "Hey..." and she says "No, don't" And I say "But...are you OK," And she drops her head and says "Please..don't. Tell me about that movie. That one you said I should go see. THe funny one." And she refuses to look at me, but I can see tears streaming down her cheek. And I start talking about the flick, Hot Fuzz, and I go pretty much through the whole movie. And it takes a while, but she stops crying, and starts smilling a little bit. Then she's able to look me in the eye as I talk. Then she'll only look me in the eye. She never glances away. I heard somewhere that if someone looks you in the eye for more than a minute without glancing away, you'll either be involved in a bitter fight with them, or you'll be making love. Think about it. A minute is a super long time to look at a person and not glance away, not even for a second. But we didn't. I talked to her, eye to eye, she said almost nothing for way more than a minute. And all I could think about was how much I loved her at that moment. So she stayed with me for a really long break, and when she left, she was smiling and laughing. And she never told me what the problem was and never mentioned it again.

Then, later that week, we were goofing off, chatting, and got to talking abut the Food Network, and how I think Rachel Ray was so much cuter before her talk show, and when she had more meat on her bones. Her cute factor has gone down considerably since the magazine and TV chat show. It's depressing to think about how cute and boneable she used to be, Anyway, on one of her shows, Rachael had gone to Jamacia and we were talking about were we'd each vacationed and how neither of us had been to Jamacia. And she looked me straight in the eye, and said, "______, We should just move to Jamacia." And then there was silence and a long deep gaze, and a sly smile. She tapped me on the knee, smiled and left.

And I for whatever reason, got hard. I want her. In all the right ways. Sure, I want to fuck her any and every way known to man. I want to fuck her at home, at work, at her house while her husband's away. I want to bend her over and ram it as far up her ass as possible, mainly cause she won't let her husband do it, so she tells me. But more than the other married women I fool around with, I want to fix this one dinner. THe next time she comes to me crying, I want to be able to pull her close and just be there for her, and not have to say a word for her to feel better. I think I'm maybe falling a bit in love with this one. In love in the way that I may want to break up her marriage. I'd like to break it up before we fuck (which, having been in this situation several times, I know it's coming). I wouldn't mind spending every day of the rest of my life with this one. She makes me happy in ways the others don't. And she makes me happy in pants.

So should I? Married women, I need your advice...am I reading the signals wrong?

Next time I'll tell you about the first wife I ever had a sexual encounter with. It was great, and I didn't even have to take my dick out of my pants. It's a good story.