I think I've always known I was a sex addict to some degree. I've always loved reading erotica, but only half believed the stories, that is until I met Laura.

I was in college and I had met a girl in a town near my home. She was younger, and inexperienced when it came to sex, but willing to try anything I suggested. I saw her on weekends when I came home from school.

It had only been six weeks and her friend called me asking me to meet them in a town where we all used to "cruise" in our cars. (Or trucks as with us cowboys.)

I spotted them on the street and pulled in behind them. They pulled into the parking lot of a local business and shut off the car. Cindy wouldn't even look at me from the passenger seat and I felt my heart drop. This couldn't be good, I thought. Her friend, Stephanie, got out of the driver's seat and walked to my window, handing me the gold chain I had given Cindy. She began to tell me about all the lies Cindy had told about herself. I had started to tear up at the beginning, but quickly became very glad that it was over.

As I drove away from them, I was still pissed though and vowed to do my best to get laid that night. I drove to the next town which was another hot spot for "cruising". I drove up the street and located a couple of friends I hadn't seen since high school and pulled in next to them.

We made some small talk as we watched the cars and girls drive by, whistling occasionally to try and get the attention of a hottie. Then two beautiful girls drove by us slowly. The driver was a hot brunette but my attention was on the blonde passenger. She was staring intently at me with incredible blue come-fuck-me eyes.

My heart raced and my friend noticed the mutual attraction, yelling at them to pull over. On their next pass, they did! My heart raced even faster than before. They stepped out and seeing her cold blue eyes up close gave me an intense hard-on! Of course at 20 years old, it really didn't take much to cause my cock to get erect.

We chatted with them for a few minutes, then we all decided to go to Denny's for coffee. As I sat across the table from Laura she spent the majority of her time staring at me with those sexy blue eyes.

The girls stated that they really had to go, because of work in the morning and Laura gave me a phone number and a fake name.

The next morning, I was driving toward my parents house when I saw her in a small tan pickup truck passing me in the opposite direction. I looked in the mirror, then flipped a u-turn in an attempt to catch up. She pulled over and I could see she had her friend from the previous night with her.

She got out and walked back to my truck, getting in the passenger side. She told me that her friend had talked her into coming to find me and she had something important to tell me. I started to get a bad feeling like I'd had the night before with Cindy. Why did all these fucked up women gravitate to me!

She said that her name was Laura, not the name she had given me and that the phone number was fake. My heart sank deeper. Then she said, "I like you so much, that I just had to come tell you. And another thing, I'm married." I felt my heart hit the bottom of my stomach.

She said she wouldn't blame me if I was really mad at her, and she was so sorry. I didn't know how to react. Should I tell her to get the fuck out and be on my way? My head was spinning, I didn't know whether to cry or just be tough and brush it off!

She finally asked, "Can we still be friends?"

A glimmer of some kind of fucked up hope hit my brain and I stammered, "Y...yes!"

She asked if I had some time to spend with her. I told her I wasn't doing anything right then. She drove her friend to her car, telling her that everything was fine, then I arrived a few minutes later after the friend had gone. (She didn't want her friend to get the "wrong idea.")

We drove up to a nearby canyon to talk and look at the changing leaves. (It was September.)

As we chatted, she made it clear that this was just to be a platonic relationship. I was disappointed, but wanted to be near this blue eyed beauty. She began talking about the town she grew up in and how she was a few years older than I. Then it struck me, I knew her! Not well, but she had been neighbors with my cousins the next town over and we had occasionally hung out together when I visited them.

She finally had to get home to her husband and left. This was in the days before cell phones, or at least only the rich had cell phones then, but I had a pager and gave her the number so that she could get me any time she liked. That night I headed back to school.

We kept in touch over the next week. I had planned to go elk hunting with some friends of mine, but I couldn't keep my mind off of her! Finally I told her that I was coming home for the weekend and that my parents and siblings would be gone to Montana for my cousin's wedding. The only ones home would be me and my brother who was also in school.

We arrived home Friday evening and shortly after my pager was buzzing. I showered quickly and began watching the long dirt lane that led to our farm. Finally I saw the small Nissan pickup crawling up the drive. I walked out to meet her and she gave me an unexpected deep tongue kiss. Then she produced a bottle of Paul Masson brandy with an evil smile.

I felt my cock jump in my pants and the thought that I may possibly be getting laid flew through my head. I almost felt as if I was drunk already.

We went to the kitchen and mixed some drinks, then she wanted to go straight to the bedroom. We took the bottle and headed for my room in the basement. She sat on the bed, took a deep pull straight from the bottle and said, "I couldn't help it, there's just something about you that says, 'sex'."

She pulled me onto the bed next to her and the next thing I knew we were making out feverishly. I could feel my heart pounding in my cock. My head was buzzing from the brandy. I couldn't believe I was about to fuck a married woman!

She asked if I had protection and I produced a handful of condoms, I always tried to be prepared.

She had me drop my pants, and she began to stroke my rock hard cock. I was so excited that it was all I could do to keep from blowing my load on her before she even got her shirt off.

It's been so many years now that the details of that first night are quite hazy, but I do remember that she decided to keep fucking me, so I must have done something right.

I was addicted to her! She was naughty and after a while I could see why. She kept telling me about her husband and the stupidly mean things he would do to her. He would laugh, and think he was being funny, but I would never have done the things he did.

We began to meet as many times during the week as we possibly could. Daytime, nighttime. We would fuck in parks, church parking lots, anywhere... it was most exciting in broad daylight. She seemed to be turned on by the possibility of getting caught... to tell the truth, so was I!

I would park down the street and sneak into her back yard, through the back door, and we would fuck in her king sized water bed. One time, her husband came home while I was there. I had to grab my clothes and crawl underneath the headboard, between the bed and the wall! It seemed like I lay there forever before she was able to talk him into going to the store for her. It scared the shit out of me and I swore it was over, but I couldn't resist the call of her naughty pussy!

As we found out more about each other, I decided I was in love with her! Maybe it was just lust...I'm not sure.

She would call my pager and talk to me on the phone while her husband was home, telling him that I was her best friend. Then later on she began to tell him that I was an old friend that she had run into. She began to invite me over to watch MTV with them and get drunk! Then I would spend the night on their couch. Her husband was quite an alcoholic and he would pass out, then she would sneak in and suck my cock or ride me cowgirl style while he slept.

I was always scared to death that he would wake up and catch us, but he never did. She seemed to get more and more brazen as time went by.

One time she took me to the city and got a motel room. She'd had a fight with hubby and told him she was leaving. She was in the police academy and not long after we got in the room she had me handcuffed to the bed. I was so excited about what was coming!

Suddenly she stood up, got dressed and left the room without a word. Of course I was protesting, wondering if she would leave me there to be found by a maid in the morning. I began thinking how embarrassed I would be if the local cops had to be called to get me out of the cuffs.

As time went by my mind was spinning faster about what was going to happen to me! After about 40 minutes I heard the key in the door and she entered, asking me if I thought she would really do that to me. I told her that I didn't know and tried not to show my nervousness. Of course, the night ended with some intense mind-blowing sex!

One of the most memorable times with her was in my pickup truck one night. She told me to find somewhere to fuck and I located a parking lot on none other than the BYU campus! For those of you not familiar with BYU, it is a very religious university. Strict rules, even when it comes to non-students.

She had me lying across the bench seat of my truck, riding me cowgirl style like I was a bull at a rodeo, when I felt hot fluid flush over my abdomen. I thought, "Did she just piss on me?" I asked her what had just happened and she said she didn't know for sure. It didn't have the aroma of urine, so I decided that I had just experienced my first squirting orgasm! I loved it! She seemed to love it too and I felt like a stud being able to give her that kind of pleasure.

When we met I was still quite shy, but as our relationship progressed, I broke further and further out of that shell.

She told me numerous times she was in love with me and she was going to get a divorce. She had gone with me to family functions, and used her real name, which seemed only natural if we were going to stay together. But one day, she called in a panic! Her mother and my grandmother had run into each other in town and put two and two together. What was she going to do when her hubby found out? Her mother had called her and they talked things over. Her mother felt that she was an adult and was not going to get involved or take sides.

I ended up telling my parents about the affair, and although they are very religious and did not agree with what I was doing, they did not judge either of us and allowed us to make our own way without interference.

I ended up meeting her whole family and they all seemed to love me, they all wanted Laura to divorce and marry me.

As time went by, she became more and more unpredictable and moody. Sometimes she was flat out mean to me! I was constantly confused.

I began a job that required several weeks of intense training. There were a few girls in class that I would have loved to hook up with, but I was staying true to Laura. On girl finally started asking me when I was going to take her out. I fumbled with some lame excuses to get by. Then I finally told Laura about her hitting on me. She told me that I should go out with her, but told me not to sleep with her, even though she was still married and really didn't have the right to tell me not to.

Shelley was a short little firecracker with gorgeous, huge tits! I finally went to her house for a date. We got drunk, watched some porn and I ended up spending the night.

After three years of being promised by Laura she would get divorced, and the sometimes intense mood swings, I felt liberated not having to worry about the hubby catching us and the constant confusion and heartbreak.

I finally told her that I couldn't keep doing this and was going to continue seeing Shelley. She couldn't promise me when or if she would divorce and we parted ways in a tearful goodbye.

But, she had sexually liberated me and my addiction was now set more than ever!.....