My friends told me that I married a playboy. Sure-- he had a bit of a wandering eye, was a little flirty with pretty waitresses and if he got a little at parties, he would dance a little too close to my girlfriends, but I was in love. I had a stepson, Kyle Mason, and I spent a lot of time with him. My husband had to work late, he had to travel often, and Kyle kept me company. I missed my husband when he was away from me, which was more often than not, and I began to feel very close with Kyle. I confess to you, so long as you won't tell anyone, that I think Kyle's handsome.. and God knows that I have fantasized that he was my husband. I never acted on these terrible thoughts, but when Kyle went away for college, the thoughts of me and him together were so loud, they were deafening. Kyle's coming home for the Holiday and we're going to have a wonderful dinner together, just me, him, and my husband. The next day we're all going to go to the beach, and maybe even rent a boat!

The day he came I was so excited to see him, my smile stretched from ear to ear. I tried on my bikinis for him. I know this is wrong to wear a two piece in front of my stepson, but there is something about him that makes me feel sexy and young. I received a call from my girlfriend, Whitney, during dinner. She told me she saw my husband leaving a hotel room with another woman. Kyle heard the entire conversation, he held me in his strong arms. I looked up at him, smelling his familiar scent, I felt him pressing into me. I smiles through my tears, I know I should feel sadness because I can never be with a man that cheats, but now I know, I know for certain that Kyle wants me too. Watch the story unfold..