As far back as I can remember, I have always been obsessed with men. Deep green eyes,
fiery red hair, tight ass, and 30DD breasts - all this made me irresistible and very desirable.
Wherever I went, be it a supermarket or a gym, absolutely everywhere I was in the spotlight.
And of course, I have had sex with many handsome amateur guys, but I never would have
thought that I can have an affair with my best friend’s husband. Fiona was a gray mouse and I
always wondered how she could marry such a good-looking man. In addition, her husband
earned quite good money, and Fiona stayed at home to raise the family and was a typical SAHM: always pale, tired, and
never horny. Of course, he was pissed and tired of it. At that time I quit my job at the pharmacy
and got a nice position as a secretary in the office of a well-known company. And who do you
think was a supervisor there? The first two weeks we did not pay attention to each other, but
then gradually, on a smoke break, they began to communicate on different topics. After that, on
one of the working days, he asked me to do him a favour and go to the pharmacy for aspirin. As
I later found out, he had a fight with his wife, he left the house and got very drunk. As a polite
person and a responsible worker, I decided to stay and talk about his problem, providing
support. On the same evening, he texted me with a request to meet at the local bar and
continue the conversation. I expected something like this and of course I agreed. And I won't lie,
I wanted to fuck him. After a few shots of tequila, we went to my place and had sex, and this
affair lasted for several months. Then everything suddenly ended, no calls, no SMS, he did not
answer my messages. I was just a secretary at work, and received no signs of attention. And of
course, it is difficult to continue working with a person who refuses to explain anything. Maybe
they are back together? - I thought. Fiona continues to call me and insist on meeting, says that
she misses me, and I miss my best friend too. But I still cannot muster up the courage to tell her
about my betrayal. However, when I think about this situation, I catch myself thinking that I do
not regret it at all...