I dont believe when we got married she intended to continue in her slutty ways, but I guess we both should have known. They say that love is blind, an... I believe it. Within a few weeks of settling into our new life as a married couple we became friendly with another resident in our apartment house, a graduate student at a local university. John was about the same age as Maryanne and me, and we enjoyed each others company. We soon fell into a routine of getting together a few time a week in my. I started to walk home in my strapless party dress, high heels and a broken heart.I had walked about one mile. My hair was soaked and just hanging on my shoulders. My make-up was ruined and my dress was soaking up the rain like a sponge. I was still sobbing but also starting to get angrier at Joe with every step. My reputation was destroyed and I didn't want to go back to school ever. Suddenly a car pulled up along side of me and the driver asked if I wanted a lift. I immediately recognized him. Whenever I had sex I thought of her, when I masturbated I thought of her, when I watched porn, I pictured it was me banging her against the wall.There was a definite sexual attraction, albeit it was one way. I would never act on it, of course. That would be one awkward father/son talk if I made a move and she told our parents. What made matters worse was that, since she has no idea the impact she has on me, she would parade around the house in short shorts and tank-top, she would lean into me. Dusre din main utha aur tutuon chala gaya. Dopahar me jab me ghar pe aaya to Chachi ghar pe nahi thi wo tala laga kar bazaar chali gayi thi mere paas dusri key thi isliye maine tala khol ke ghar me gaya aur pani pi kar me drawing room me tv on kar ke sofe par hi baitha tha ki chachi bazaar se wapis aa gayi. Unhone doorbell bajai aur maine darwaja khola to me unko dekh kar eqdum chakit ho gaya aur mera muh khula hi rah gaya. Unhone mera muh bandh karte huwe pucha kya huwa abhi, tumhara muh khula.