Straight Female / 36
Dear Susan,
Ever since Christmas, when you sent your husband over to my place to "drop off some gifts for the kids," I've been fucking him. That night, since the kids were with their Dad, we did it right in front of the lit up tree in the living room. I rode your husband's cock right there on the floor and came all over it. I pretended I was really drunk when in fact I'd only had a glass of wine just so he wouldn't feel so guilty. The look on his face when I came all over him, priceless. Three days later when he came by again and I blew him in my kitchen, that was another thing altogether. He texted me and within an hour I was sucking his beautiful cock and took his cum all over my tits.
His birthday, when he had to work late? That was me working him over in the parking lot outside his office. When you got him later on that night, did his cock already taste like cum? Maybe he was a little less responsive to you? You're welcome. I hope you liked tasting me all over him, smelling my perfume and c**t all over his crotch and face.
My birthday after Valentine's Day, when you and a couple of other couples invited me over for that little surprise party? In your bed that morning. That's right, darling. You went on to work, and I came over and got worked. Best birthday present was the huge load he gave me. So when I came back for the party that evening, all I could think about is how loud we were in your house and if you were going to smell me on your pillow, taste me again on his cock, notice any wet spots or stains. Terrifying, but I was soaking wet all night and aching for him.
Two days ago, when we went to lunch and you thought something seemed off with you and him, I pretended to care. It's your fault this happened, you uppity bitch. Let's all take pity on poor divorced Kate, raising two kids on her own and obviously having some trouble making it all work. The moment you offered him up "to help me out" at all, I knew how this was going to end. He'll never leave you and the perfect little world you've built from his hard work. But at least he'll get to have some fun with me on the side. I treat him like a man should be treated by his woman, and all you do is complain, shop with his money, and plan trips. You don't even know how good you have it.
And who knows? I'm late this month and I might be pregnant with his child. Wouldn't that make things difficult for perfect Susan. You might have to start taking anxiety meds again and take another expensive vacation to cope. You're Real Housewives of X County for sure.
Gotta go-he's texting me now. We're going to spend the rest of the week together at the conference he told you there wasn't space for you to stay at. I'm going to tease him with pics of all the naughty outfits he's going to get to fuck me in over the next few days.
Sincerely,
Kate
PS-Honeysuckle perfume you keep smelling in your house and don't know why? Me. He loves it.
Ever since Christmas, when you sent your husband over to my place to "drop off some gifts for the kids," I've been fucking him. That night, since the kids were with their Dad, we did it right in front of the lit up tree in the living room. I rode your husband's cock right there on the floor and came all over it. I pretended I was really drunk when in fact I'd only had a glass of wine just so he wouldn't feel so guilty. The look on his face when I came all over him, priceless. Three days later when he came by again and I blew him in my kitchen, that was another thing altogether. He texted me and within an hour I was sucking his beautiful cock and took his cum all over my tits.
His birthday, when he had to work late? That was me working him over in the parking lot outside his office. When you got him later on that night, did his cock already taste like cum? Maybe he was a little less responsive to you? You're welcome. I hope you liked tasting me all over him, smelling my perfume and c**t all over his crotch and face.
My birthday after Valentine's Day, when you and a couple of other couples invited me over for that little surprise party? In your bed that morning. That's right, darling. You went on to work, and I came over and got worked. Best birthday present was the huge load he gave me. So when I came back for the party that evening, all I could think about is how loud we were in your house and if you were going to smell me on your pillow, taste me again on his cock, notice any wet spots or stains. Terrifying, but I was soaking wet all night and aching for him.
Two days ago, when we went to lunch and you thought something seemed off with you and him, I pretended to care. It's your fault this happened, you uppity bitch. Let's all take pity on poor divorced Kate, raising two kids on her own and obviously having some trouble making it all work. The moment you offered him up "to help me out" at all, I knew how this was going to end. He'll never leave you and the perfect little world you've built from his hard work. But at least he'll get to have some fun with me on the side. I treat him like a man should be treated by his woman, and all you do is complain, shop with his money, and plan trips. You don't even know how good you have it.
And who knows? I'm late this month and I might be pregnant with his child. Wouldn't that make things difficult for perfect Susan. You might have to start taking anxiety meds again and take another expensive vacation to cope. You're Real Housewives of X County for sure.
Gotta go-he's texting me now. We're going to spend the rest of the week together at the conference he told you there wasn't space for you to stay at. I'm going to tease him with pics of all the naughty outfits he's going to get to fuck me in over the next few days.
Sincerely,
Kate
PS-Honeysuckle perfume you keep smelling in your house and don't know why? Me. He loves it.
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