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She had been blowing me off for weeks. She was supposed to drop by and give me a fresh batch of business cards. Nothing out of the ordinary, just using me to help her land a couple new clients. I was more than ok with that. They were hers, unquestionably, as long as I could just see her one more time. We were friendly throughout a 5 month process of finding what I needed, and during that time I fell for her, hard. Madly in love, as they say. Mad is the right word, too, because I am crazy just to see her. She was bullshitting me of course, she never intended to stop by. I just had a contact that could have made her thousands of dollars and she thought I would just send it her way because she knew she had me wrapped around her little finger. For a year I had told her how badly I wanted her. How all of my dreams were consumed by the things I wanted to do to her. She got a kick out of it, and liked hearing that she was beautiful I suppose, but ultimately nothing was to come of it. We were both married. It was my problem that I couldn't stop thinking of her. This woman is a 10. I imagine men fall in love with her every single day. So when she texted me to say she couldn't stop by that afternoon because she was drunk and had to go home, my heart started racing. I thought maybe she wanted a little liquid courage because she knew what I wanted, and maybe now it felt like a good idea to her. But she drank too much. I started calling her. She hung up a couple times, then answered and we talked. She was hammered. Slurred speech, voice a bit cracked. She sounded so sexy. There was a new agent in her office and they had been hanging out getting fucked up all afternoon. The wine was acting as a truth serum for her. I always talked pretty dirty to this girl. I asked her if he was going to bend her over the conference table. She laughed and said there were too many other people in the office, but maybe. I said, 'so you're hooking up with the new guy in your office?' and she said Yes. He was right there, I could hear his deep voice next to her. It sounded like they were touching each other. I couldn't believe it. The whole time I was after her, I thought the only reason we never fooled around was a higher moral reason. She didn't want to cheat. Now I knew that to be bullshit. She had merely rejected me. I texted her the next morning. Asking if she was hungover, asking if she remembered talking to me. She wasn't an she didnt, I mentioned the how drinking with that guy killed me when that was all I had wanted for a year, and she called me immediately. She never called me back right away like that. She said how she had lost her i phone, and that whoever had it could read her texts because of i messenger being on it, and asked me to stop texting. She had something to hide and the sucker that I am would just play along and keep her out of trouble. Her husband had taken it, he was suspicious of what she was up to, and rightly so. She gave me the same bullshit story that had worked on him, about the guy being some friend of the family, who had to square up with her over some debt that didn't make any sense. She hadn't remembered anything she told me the day before, didn't remember talking to me at all. The story she told me now didn't match the reality of her drunk afternoon the day before at all. This is the type of woman who can usually do whatever she wants, and gets away with it. She is that beautiful. That blonde, that white. She is dressed to kill every day with an amazing body. I agreed to stop texting. I even sent a couple messages to help cover her tracks that painted the conversation in a different light. That was last week, and I haven't been able to sleep or eat, stressing out about how badly I have longed for her and put her on this pedestal. Maybe I even played a part in getting her used to the idea of cheating. I spent the last year telling her my slutty ideas for the two of us. I know they turned her on. I didn't imagine the beneficiary would be someone else. Someone other than me or her husband. Well remember how I said I was mad about her earlier? I am. Full on crazy what I am prepared to do. I'm willing to throw my whole life away, and potentially ruin hers as well if I don't get to touch her myself, tomorrow. I'll contact her husband and tell him everything I know. That she knew he had her old phone and is monitoring her texts, that she has a boy at her office. That I'm pretty sure she spent the night with the guy on her last night in Florida at the work thing, how he is the reason she goes into the office every morning now, and how I could hear them playing grab ass. I'll tell him I'm sorry. Maybe she gets divorced, maybe she talks her way out of it. Of course this will ruin me as well. She will tell my wife about everything I have been doing and saying for the past year. I will probably have to get divorced, ruining the lives of my kids. Crushing my wife and family. I dont care. I have been miserable for over a year longing for this unattainable woman. My life is already hell. If I have to be evil to clear my head, so be it. I would give my life for one time with her, and now it's the only thing that can save us both. So tomorrow wear your sexiest high heels. They are probably the only thing you will have on for your time with me. When you step inside I will take your coat. Wear a blouse with buttons. Wear a skirt. You can call me an asshole. You can tell me you hate me for what I'm doing. The only thing you can't say is 'stop.' I'm going to pull your hair back so I can kiss your neck and smell your perfume. I'm going to slowly remove your shirt and then your bra. You're going to take off your pants or skirt, I will lead you to the couch, put you over my lap, pull your panties down, and spank you for being such a bad girl lately. With my other hand I am going to start fingering you until you can't help but be wet. Back when we were talking regularly, you told me you never used a sex toy or wore lingerie before. I suspect that is a lie, I always have. I will grab the magic wand I have for you from under the couch, and I am going to put it between your legs, bouncing it lightly off of your mound and clit while I finger you, finding your g spot. You are going to cum for me. Im going to put you on all fours, and I am going to take you from behind while you hold the vibrator on your pussy. You are going to tell me if I am bigger than your husband. If I am bigger than your boyfriend. Before I finish you are going to get on your knees on the floor, and take me into your mouth. You will hold the vibrator on your clit while I paint your lips with my cum. Then you can get dressed and get back to your Monday, your life, your family. Your hubby will never know about your boy toy at the office, and he will never know about me. See you then. thebestworstthing