Straight Female / 37
My name is Cara and I am the other woman, have been now for nearly a full year. For a little background, I teach Algebra at a small town high school and I've been here for about three years after a messy divorce. The man I thought was the love of my life ended it when I found out that I can't get pregnant and it was a "dealbreaker." So I moved one town away from where I grew up and still have family, took this job to rebuild. He's remarried now of course, has two boys, joke's on me I guess. From an awesome city that I loved to out in the middle of nowhere where I get to be the jilted Algebra teacher. Every girl's dream, right?
I met Mike pretty much when I started teaching here within the first week; he's one of those quirky, charismatic teachers that everyone always talks about. The kids love him; he teaches Literature and advises the RPG Club. His wife is also a teacher there, she teaches Biology and coaches the Dance Team. They have a small daughter together, she's beautiful with his dark brown hair and her eyes and skin. It makes my non-functional uterus hurt, their seemingly perfect life together.
Truth is, the two of them sleep in separate bedrooms and most weekends she's not home. A divorce is essentially all but public at this point and they are just together while she finishes up a degree so she can move on in December. All the faculty know how bad things are-they've had a couple of serious blow ups at work functions or behind the scenes that were pretty nasty. "They aren't good together," is a pretty common phrase. I'm glad the students don't seem to know, I'm not sure how they don't. Their dirty laundry is THE gossip of the administration.
Mike and I started talking after a stray comment led to us meeting up on WOW-yes, I have played World of Warcraft since the beginning when I was in college and still go back to it (a lot more after my divorce!). He's a big dork so we met up, chatted, and played for hours one night and that was it. I was hooked on him and had never heard him so chipper outside of the classroom. I started trying to dress it up to get his attention, started joining his group for lunch every day, even attended a session of the RPG Club to show him I was interested ("Org Listening Tour," I told our principal). I actually kind of felt like a high school girl trying to get her guy, desperately serious.
I can't compare to his wife, I'm just not that kind of girl. She has big boobs, blonde store bought hair, a great figure, great makeup, can pick out clothes that match that aren't shades of the same color. She's of course a domestic goddess, and I burn water trying to boil it. I'm not unattractive or ungraceful by any means, but with light brown hair that I can only style two ways (pony tail or hair pin, take your pick) and big dorky glasses, she and I are night and day different. I do have a nice body I think, though I wish my boobs were bigger and I wasn't so skinny. Either way, my charms eventually won him over, and one weekend we met up and had an amazing time in bed. When you're a dorky gal, you learn a thing or two about the kind of sex you want to have, and I gave him everything I had. He cried after he came, and I was his from that moment on. All the jitters of sleeping with another woman's husband, gone. I've NEVER cheated in my life, though I'm sure my ex cheated on me before it was all said and done.
Truth is, I want her to know what I do to him, the kind of slut he's turned me into over the course of the year. She doesn't know how many times he's cum inside me (41 times), how much I love sucking him, and all the teasing I give him throughout the day. I've wrapped my legs around him and I'm not letting go at this point. He is mine. People know I'm certainly much happier than I was when I first got here, but they don't know why. I tell them I've found my calling teaching here. In truth, I've found my calling teaching Mike how to make me climb the walls and returning the favor.
I've started doing things to make them fight more, he doesn't know that, the only thing I feel bad about. I ruined a piece of expensive lingerie she had in her closet, cut up some of her panties in her underwear drawer and put them back on top so she'd see it, and took a little info I learned about her and started a rumor that blew up to such a big argument that the police were called and she got sent home from school. They asked him if he had a safe place to stay, icing on the cake for me. She's the kind of girl that should be with my ex-husband-they'd be perfect together. She deserves all of this aggravation for mistreating him and not getting out of the way for a better woman. Once she's gone, I will be the stepmom to his daughter, the proud wife who actually does things with her amazing guy, and I will have the happily ever after I deserve.
I met Mike pretty much when I started teaching here within the first week; he's one of those quirky, charismatic teachers that everyone always talks about. The kids love him; he teaches Literature and advises the RPG Club. His wife is also a teacher there, she teaches Biology and coaches the Dance Team. They have a small daughter together, she's beautiful with his dark brown hair and her eyes and skin. It makes my non-functional uterus hurt, their seemingly perfect life together.
Truth is, the two of them sleep in separate bedrooms and most weekends she's not home. A divorce is essentially all but public at this point and they are just together while she finishes up a degree so she can move on in December. All the faculty know how bad things are-they've had a couple of serious blow ups at work functions or behind the scenes that were pretty nasty. "They aren't good together," is a pretty common phrase. I'm glad the students don't seem to know, I'm not sure how they don't. Their dirty laundry is THE gossip of the administration.
Mike and I started talking after a stray comment led to us meeting up on WOW-yes, I have played World of Warcraft since the beginning when I was in college and still go back to it (a lot more after my divorce!). He's a big dork so we met up, chatted, and played for hours one night and that was it. I was hooked on him and had never heard him so chipper outside of the classroom. I started trying to dress it up to get his attention, started joining his group for lunch every day, even attended a session of the RPG Club to show him I was interested ("Org Listening Tour," I told our principal). I actually kind of felt like a high school girl trying to get her guy, desperately serious.
I can't compare to his wife, I'm just not that kind of girl. She has big boobs, blonde store bought hair, a great figure, great makeup, can pick out clothes that match that aren't shades of the same color. She's of course a domestic goddess, and I burn water trying to boil it. I'm not unattractive or ungraceful by any means, but with light brown hair that I can only style two ways (pony tail or hair pin, take your pick) and big dorky glasses, she and I are night and day different. I do have a nice body I think, though I wish my boobs were bigger and I wasn't so skinny. Either way, my charms eventually won him over, and one weekend we met up and had an amazing time in bed. When you're a dorky gal, you learn a thing or two about the kind of sex you want to have, and I gave him everything I had. He cried after he came, and I was his from that moment on. All the jitters of sleeping with another woman's husband, gone. I've NEVER cheated in my life, though I'm sure my ex cheated on me before it was all said and done.
Truth is, I want her to know what I do to him, the kind of slut he's turned me into over the course of the year. She doesn't know how many times he's cum inside me (41 times), how much I love sucking him, and all the teasing I give him throughout the day. I've wrapped my legs around him and I'm not letting go at this point. He is mine. People know I'm certainly much happier than I was when I first got here, but they don't know why. I tell them I've found my calling teaching here. In truth, I've found my calling teaching Mike how to make me climb the walls and returning the favor.
I've started doing things to make them fight more, he doesn't know that, the only thing I feel bad about. I ruined a piece of expensive lingerie she had in her closet, cut up some of her panties in her underwear drawer and put them back on top so she'd see it, and took a little info I learned about her and started a rumor that blew up to such a big argument that the police were called and she got sent home from school. They asked him if he had a safe place to stay, icing on the cake for me. She's the kind of girl that should be with my ex-husband-they'd be perfect together. She deserves all of this aggravation for mistreating him and not getting out of the way for a better woman. Once she's gone, I will be the stepmom to his daughter, the proud wife who actually does things with her amazing guy, and I will have the happily ever after I deserve.
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