Hi, my name is Jason. Perhaps it is a fetish or perversion of mine but married women turn me on. It is having something I shouldn’t have. It usually starts so innocently. A smile. I do her a favor. Usually, it is with older woman. I am there; relaxed and waiting, a ‘nice’ guy.
If analyzed, my perversion is probably deep-rooted. I grew up father-less. Most of my male role models were my mother’s boyfriends who were most interested in fucking her. My first experience with a married woman was with one of my mother’s friends. She was my mother’s age, thirty-eight, and that made it exciting. She liked nurturing me, a virgin less than half her age, between the chores I was suppose to be doing at her house.
My second romp was with a married woman that I worked for in a retail store. I was the initiator of this second affair; although, she was somewhat easy. Occasionally, her husband would stop by the store. To me, I liked when he did. I was real friendly. She tried not to be nervous but I knew she was and that turned me on. Her nervousness would make me want to fuck her right afterwards and that usually happened. She was so conflicted. She would normally cry after we did it and I would comfort her. Then the cycle would start again. Once we got into, she had the hormones of an eighteen year old. She got married and settled much too soon. After a while, I suspect her husband caught on so I backed off and quit the job. I did miss bopping her in their bed between my classes at the university. She was a psychological conquest for me.
I’ve had girlfriends the last several years but marriage, etc, doesn’t really appeal to me. No surprise?
Life for me is fairly easy. I am a programmer at fairly large company. I like computers, the Internet, etc, and I get paid well.
