Lusting After My Friend's Wife Hard

Alright, I’m just gonna fucking say it. I’ve got this raging, uncontrollable crush on my buddy’s wife, and it’s tearing me up inside in the most deliciously fucked up way. I can’t stop thinking about her, man. Every time I’m around her, it’s like my whole body is on fire, and I’m drowning in this sick, twisted mix of guilt and raw, primal want. Her laugh, holy shit, it’s like a damn siren call that hooks into my soul and yanks me straight into fantasyland. I imagine pinning her against the wall, her breath hitching as I tear into that forbidden territory, tasting every inch of her while knowing full well I’m betraying a brother. Those eyes of hers, they fucking slay me, darting my way with a glint that I swear says she knows. Does she feel it too? That electric, dirty pull between us? I catch myself staring at her curves, the way her hips sway just so, and I’m rock hard in seconds, aching to grab her, to claim what I know I can’t have. It’s torture, pure and unadulterated, every time we’re in the same room at a barbecue or some casual hangout. I’m playing the good friend, laughing at dumb jokes, while my mind is a cesspool of filthy thoughts, picturing her moaning under me, begging for more as I fuck her senseless. I jerk off to these fantasies nightly, her name on my lips as I explode, and I don’t even feel bad about it anymore. I’m past shame. I want to steal her away, make her mine in every nasty, depraved way possible, consequences be damned. I’m a sick bastard for this, I know, but I can’t stop. I won’t stop. The thrill of wanting something so wrong, so off limits, it’s like a drug I’m hooked on. I need to know if she’s ever thought about me too, if she’s ever wet just from a glance. Fuck, I’m losing it over her, and I don’t give a damn who judges me for it. This lust is gonna burn me alive, and I’m ready to go down in flames.