It starts off small, like the sliver of light that drifts through the curtains at dawn. But once it takes hold, once the idea gets into your brain, that tiny ray of light becomes a blinding beam that washes out everything else, leaving you almost debilitated by its power. The light becomes a heat that burns into your identity and scars the mind so that the idea becomes a fantasy and then the fantasy becomes part of who you are. That fantasy is to see your wife, the woman you love and have devoted yourself to, fuck another man.
Secret Vixen 