Sweat begins to pour down my neck and onto my back, making me feel a cold shiver down my spine as I try to look away from the gorgeous sight just 3 feet away from. The bathroom door is locked and you are standing right in front of the door, stripping in a slow, seductive manner that is driving me crazy.

Every time I look away, you reach out your dainty, soft, warm hand and gently turn my head back to gaze into your deep, sultry eyes as you take off another layer. The tight black top you have on is being unbuttoned and with every button being undone, a bit more of your perky, full, shapely breasts becomes visible and I become more entranced by what I see.

I know I'm married and shouldn't look, but you won't let me look away. And as much as my words say, "This isn't right, Chelsea! You need to stop!" in the most sincere tone I can muster, the growing bulge in my pants and the sweat dripping down my face tell a different story.

I'm happily married, or so I thought. I've been with my wife a long time. Yes, sex has slowed to a crawl since he was born, but that doesn't mean I go out and cheat on her just to get off. Porn usually does the trick when she is not around.

But you aren't taking "no" for an answer tonight. Yes, it's true we had a few drinks and engaged in a bit of harmless flirting at the New Year's party at work. And yes you came over one Saturday when my family was out of town to hang out since neither of us had anything else to do. It was just supposed to be fun. Innocent. Have some pizza, watch a movie and have a beer and then send you home.

But when I saw that naughty look in your eye and that tight, revealing top with no bra underneath, I should have shut the door tight then and there.

I didn't and now I'm facing the temptation of my life and I don't know how long I can resist...