Lets preface this by stating, like everyone else, I am not so one dimensional for this one facet of my life to consume me or be a driving factor controlling my life. So feel free to judge me, as I know better than to let what people think of a few actions in my life have a severe impact on my life or my view of myself. I'll take the judgement and criticisms constructively, but not going to beat myself up over it.
I have a thing for married or unavailable women. I have never hit on, or actively pursued any married woman, but rather have always just been myself, and been a good friend, then things progress beyond where a normal decent person would stop and say its the wrong thing to do. As you can probably begin to sense, I know this is technically wrong even though it feels so right, but we all have faults, and unfortunately I recognize the hypocrisy in it and accept it in myself knowing I can deal with it (yes i know a jealous husband might want to shoot me, and its a risk i accept. The worst so far has been one trying to run me over with his car while i was walking down the street, a year after his wife and I ended things).
If you're asking yourself why, I can only say there are several factors in it: I've been a late bloomer, and wasted much of my youth in trying to be a good and noble person doing no wrong, not getting into trouble, and doing everything I was supposed to in some misguided medieval view of nobility and honor in oneself, believing it would somehow be rewarded with karma or justice in this world, only to find out the hard way why nice guys always finish last. This has lead me to forgo all the partying in my youth and miss out on a lot of relationship forming by excluding myself from these situations where we mature socially. So now, all the women my age are either taken, broken from divorce, or just plain bat shit crazy (not a definitive all-inclusive statement of course, just a broad generalization).
Secondly, Soccer moms are just plain fucking hot. They give everything to their family's, they do everything for them. They somehow manage to still find ways to keep in shape for the most part while they work one full time job as a mother, and another as a partner, and most of the time what they get in return is to be forgotten and under appreciated. There is nothing stronger in this world than that woman you see and dismiss as just another uptight mom, who not only takes care of her children and works a full time job, but also takes care of a husband who acts like another child and needs more attention than a 3 year old who repays this woman whom they have pledged to work with and spend the rest of their lives together, by treating them like shit (note to guys; tell your lady how you feel about them, dont think they know already. tell them and tell them often. If you are not actively doing everything you can to grow together, you are growing apart).
Even if we dont want to admit it as men, strong women are a huge turn on. Even if Cumfessor is fake, to me a big part of the enjoyment from her stories is the strength as a woman to take what she wants and needs in life, and at the very least it is to be admired as well as turned on a bit. And those women who share their stories with us on this forum non anonymously, even more so and bravo to you all, your significant others are extremely lucky, and i sincerely hope they realize this, and earn to have you by their sides.
And finally, the selfish reason, it feels good in a really fucked up way to not only share something private and secret with someone else in this world where we all need to know who is fucking whom, as well as a feeling of in that moment, she chose me over him. It wont last and she will always go back to him, but in that moment, she decided to share herself with me. Its not feel good in an ego boost kinda way, but in a I can actually share a deep intimate relationship, no matter how brief, and sort of experience in a really shitty way what marriage feels like without putting forth any of the effort to get there myself, and knowing in one moment in time, another human being risked all they hold dear to share intimacy with me.
So since they why was so long, I'll try and condense the how part: as I mentioned, I never approach or initiate anything, I just go with the flow and roll with the punches. Its always work friends, or friends of friends whom I become friendly with and over time in listening to their stories of their lives, and being empathetic to someone who has for the most part been ignored and disregarded by their partner for years by just being myself naturally, then at some point it seems to always come up on why they couldn't have met me before they married, and my shitty heartfelt honest response when they open that door is "it is never too late, dont give up hope in yourself because you can do anything you put your mind to.". Many times, that possibility is enough for them to feel good, and sort of re-energize themselves and move on and be happy with one instance of innocently flirting, but a few times a few of them have wanted more and I am happy to oblige and share the experience with them.
I can do mental gymnastics and justify it left and right, but at the end of the day there are a few points that put my mind at ease and has never made me feel like a homewrecker: They either are unhappy with their partners and need to either sabotage it to end it and they are too scared to just be honest, or need it as some sort of catharsis to feel special for a short time like taking a vacation without having to go through the pissing match that is taking a break or separation. I never speak of it with anyone, as each moment is special to me, and although I am a douchebag, Im not a complete scumbag just strolling the soccer fields looking for the next notch on my belt, these are friends and people close to me that I really care about. And we are consenting adults risking everything by knowing the consequences but doing it anyways.
Yes, I've fallen in love a few times and it never ends well. Yes a few of them were just plain whores and if it wasn't with me, would've been with someone else. Yes husbands have found out and as mentioned, tried to come after me. And Yes there have been a few that have come and gone and no one ever found out, and it seems to me to have done more good for the women than harm to me in being destined to be alone and miserable never having a marriage of my own since i haven't respected it as an institution. I full well know the consequences, and know my choices have made me more likely than the average Gaf'er to for instance be shot and killed by a jealous husband, and its full and well worth spending one intimate moment with someone whom I'm attracted to, and really care and respect for, so I cannot honestly say I regret any of it.... except maybe for the lying fucking whore one.