I’m Obsessed with My Friend’s Sexy Wife

I’ve got a dirty little secret that’s eating me up inside, and I can’t hold it in anymore. I’m fucking obsessed with my friend’s wife. Yeah, I know it’s wrong, messed up, and all kinds of fucked, but I can’t help it. She’s this tiny, sexy little thing, all curves in the right places, and every time I see her, my dick twitches like it’s got a mind of its own. I’m not just talking a passing crush here, I’m talking full on, primal, I wanna rip her clothes off and fuck her senseless kind of lust. Her laugh, man, it’s like a drug. It’s this flirty, teasing sound that hits me straight in the gut, and I can’t stop imagining what it’d be like to hear it while I’m buried deep inside her. She’s funny as hell too, always cracking jokes that make me wanna pin her against a wall and show her just how much she turns me on. Every time she’s around, I’m a goddamn mess, trying to hide the raging hard on in my pants while I pretend to just be ‘one of the guys.’ But fuck, I’m not. I’m the asshole who’s fantasizing about bending her over the nearest table while my buddy’s in the next room. I keep picturing her tiny frame under me, those little hands gripping my shoulders, her tight body writhing as I take her hard and fast. I wanna taste every inch of her, make her scream my name until she’s trembling. It’s sick, I know, but the thought of sneaking around, stealing heated moments behind my friend’s back, just makes it hotter. The risk, the taboo, it’s like gasoline on this fire I can’t put out. I’m torn between guilt and this raw, animal need to have her. I don’t even know if I’d stop myself if I got the chance. I’m that far gone. What the hell is wrong with me? I’m a piece of shit for even thinking this, but damn, I can’t stop. I’m addicted to the fantasy of her, and I don’t know if I’ll ever shake it.