This story is based on a real friend and his real wife. In the real world, she doesn't tease me; in fact, I doubt she knows how much I'm drawn to her. And in the real world, there's nothing that could ever make me betray him. It wouldn't matter if his wife was Scarlett Johansson and she offered to pay me thirty billion dollars to spend the rest of our youth with my cock in her mouth without interruption; there's just no way I'd ever do anything to hurt him. Unfortunately for me, that doesn't stop my brain from dreaming about his wife. They're both extremely Mormon, which means there were a couple of years when he went off on a mission. She was still around. We hung out a bit at first, but as time went on, she got busy with classes and the way I felt about her made me uncomfortable. Finally, we lapsed into silence. The next time I saw her, he was back and they were engaged, and that was honestly a relief. But that didn't make anything go away. I still have this attraction to her. The fact that I can't get rid of it makes me a little bit physically ill. When we talk, I pretend there's nothing going on, but sometimes the fantasies come through when I sleep. The fact is that some part of me is always going to want her. Even given the opportunity, I wouldn't take her. Even if she was raping me, I wouldn't give in to those desires. His friendship outweighs all other relationships in my life, family ties, other friendships; it doesn't matter. It's only in fantasy that I can ever have her. This fantasy is the only one I have that I'm genuinely ashamed of, but here it is.