my husband's mistress

ffectionate, I imagine that his lover already told him about my plans, and he is plotting something worse for me, I must not let my guard down

ome photo or something like that... it's Monday, the week begins, he is getting dressed up more than usual, he is wearing a dark suit quite elegant, with a white shirt, he applied a cologne on his chin, th

ouch of sarcasm, I can't help it no matter how much I want to, my eyes

ortant meeting," he tells me as

something to avoid it, I think I will seduce him and I will be the one who will enjoy how well-groomed he is, before he leaves for work, like in the old days; fortunately I ju

to the floor, my body is exposed, and my breasts

ll dressed up, I'm g

at it's having the expected effect, and it's true, his ma

ach other, until a few years ago we made love every day. What happened my love?” I start kissing his neck, I stan

kissing me hard, "delicious! “ It's been a long time since I felt such pleasant kisses, fortunately I have no

h, I can feel how his hands caress my back, while I simply with my head I make movements to make him feel pleasure, I know Cristopher won't resist, he lifts me from the floor, he throws me to the bed, he opens my legs and in three seconds he's on top of me, I know Christopher is not going to r

idea of wanting revenge, oh, but I was failing, he bends down and takes my breasts into his mouth while he kee

emits a loud hoarse moan, he

s," Cristopher tells me wh

ve, it's goin

He quickly fixes his clothes and goes to the bathroom, he made a half attempt to bat

y, I put my hair in a high bun, I can't manage to comb it, a pair of tennis shoes and I go out to chase him, although I know it's toxi

that was already waiting for me, my car could easily recognize him, we

he gets a bit of a head start,

arlos smiles at me through the rearview mir

er husband, she was the one who gave me the idea, there I was taking unnecessary advice,

s a beautiful little house, it is white with balconies and a beautiful garden. He honks th

side the home, the child throws himself into his arms and I can hear him shouting "dad

t breaks with the scene and the tears inevitably begin to fall, I take a handkerchief ou

in your chases or what?” I tell h

ask myself the everyday question: Why don't they get divorced?” He make

ight, I really still didn't understand the reasons why Christopher was doing ever

se!” I say to the cab driv

ds because I am a contractor through a third party, if you have something else to

stands that I wanted to be in my house, all the way I did nothing but cry, it

y that he is driving a cab, he should be in a magazine for models, something like that, I do not even coordinate my

e at Lucia

pher na

ck of attention for my crotch, Amanda is the quickest and easiest option, I can't complain either, she is much

ars old, economics graduate, she is quite intelligent, besides independent, when I met her she was only Samantha's mother and she did not hesitate for a second to give me a son, and th

ou, don't you know h

Cris, something te

a delicious breakfast and I approach the kitchen, she's making waffles, m

me for now, I have to take Julien to the kindergarten and go to the office, I don't have much time to be alone with

ing to get divorced? blah blah, the topic is already quite tedious, I better go, if I leave m

approach her and give her a kiss, I ta

r a child he has done nothing but treat her as if she were his real wife, he only keeps her at home, taking care of Julien and her pregnancy. After meeting that man her life changed, she was no longer that independent woman, wh