Meeting My Husband's Mistress

Transcript

Hi. No, no, no. Wait.

Don't leave. You're at the right apartment. I know I'm not who you're expecting and you're probably pretty confused.

But, um, actually, did you want to come in and have a seat? It'll be easier to explain. Trust me.

What? Am I his girlfriend? Oh, no.

Actually, I wish it was that simple. I'm his, um, wife. Well, soon-to-be ex-wife.

Yeah, what the actual fuck. Yep, that's the correct response. Can we talk about this inside? Honestly, I'm not mad at you.

I know you didn't know he was married. Look, I already opened one of his most expensive bottles. Might as well share it with the other woman he's been lying to.

Look, weirdly, I know how you feel. And I know you probably have a thousand questions because I do. But we're in a very special position.

He's still at work and he has no idea his charade is up. Thank you, seriously, for coming to talk. Oh, yes, wine.

Here. How much wine have I known? Enough to pack all his things in boxes and change the locks at So, yes, it's pretty fresh.

How? Well, he left what I thought was his work phone at home. It rang a couple times before I finally picked up, in case it was something important.

Anyways, I figured I'd let them know my husband left his phone at home, like a good wife. Well, before I could say anything, the kind maintenance man told me he fixed the leak in our apartment. How sweet.

I didn't even know we owned an apartment. Anyways, I obviously started digging. Found, well, everything.

A lease agreement, spare key, photos, booked vacations for two during his so-called work trips. After packing everything in a blind rage and calling a locksmith, I drove here with the intention of letting all hell break loose. But then, when I got inside, well, to be honest, I saw the photos of you together.

The mansion decor, the clean and organized rooms, and I knew this wasn't some apartment you use for sneaking around. This was a whole different life he was living. And you.

I found the messages, the lies he was telling you, and I realized we were in this together. Being lied to by the same person led to believe we were the only woman in his life. I'll admit, after a few glasses of wine, I decided to text you with his phone.

I just couldn't let him get away with lying to another innocent woman, even if that woman was my husband's mistress. So, here we are. I've choose to worse.

Here's to being the other woman. Now what? Well, I'm not really sure.

Though, I will say, I'm equally devastated and glad at how hot you are. I mean, not to be shallow, but my ego wouldn't be able to take it if he was cheating on me with some hag. At least you're hotter.

And younger. Oh, stop it. I still am not a MILF.

But it makes sense, right? He was always so insecure. He had to be seen with attractive people.

He was so obnoxious at his high school reunion. Had to come off as the most successful, have the nicest car, and biggest house. It was embarrassing.

You're definitely right about that. God, how many orgasms I had to fake to protect his ego. Oh, you too? And cheers to that then.

I wish we could break that cocky ego. If only. What do you mean we can? Oh my god, you're a genius.

We really should have met under different circumstances. Well, okay. I'll bite.

Do you know any big dick studs on standby that would be willing to come over in time for him to catch us? If only the real world worked like pornos, right? That would be so amazing, though.

To make him watch both his women fucked by another man. The look on his pathetic face. Wait, what? An idea? Yes, I'll wait.

Oh my god, where did you get that? Why didn't you have a strap on? Wait, was he, like, into that? Oh, the harness came with the dildo.

Oh my god. That's a ridiculous dildo, by the way. I'm surprised he let you buy it.

What? Never used it? Too big? Of course.

Have I ever used one before? Yeah, in college, but it's been a while. Wait, hold on, where's this going? You think we should? Wait, wait.

Okay, wait, wait. Don't take this the wrong way. You're very pretty, and I sometimes do miss Olen's touch and all, but aren't we supposed to be punishing him?

How does he tie into this? Embarrass him? How? Um, just to make sure I heard you right.

Record it and upload it online? Oh, okay. But, again, how does that get back to him? We secretly send it to everyone? Everyone he's been insecure about? Oh my god.

His old teammates? Peers? Co-workers? His boss? Fuck.

Wouldn't that be something? Imagine him walking into work, clueless to the fact that everyone's seen his wife and mistress together? Oh my god.

And then the look on his face when he finds out? Rushing to the site and then reading the comments from hundreds of horny men about his two lovers? Oh my god.

God, if only. Wait, what? You were serious? You can.

I mean, I don't know. I think we need more wine. Okay, I'm in.

Fuck it, right? No way. Oh my god.

No, no, don't apologize. I needed that push. Fuck.

I'm jealous how hot you are. Me? Stop it.

Oh, my vibes? What does that even mean? You're going to show me? Oh, fuck.

Your hands. Yeah. Feels good right there.

Keep rubbing me through your hands. Kiss up my neck like that. Oh, fuck.

Take my top off. Fuck. Suck on them.

I'm really sensitive. Fuck. This is so wrong.

I know, yeah. Let me take them off. I'm sure.

Are you? Yes. Your fingers feel good.

Fuck. Yeah, just like that. Good.

Faster. No, please. Oh, fuck.

Wait, no, wait, wait. It's embarrassing. Because you're my husband's girlfriend.

Fuck. The one who's been fucking behind my back. I shouldn't be enjoying this anymore.

What do you mean? More? No, fuck.

Damn it. I'll keep doing that. Girl, your fingers inside that gun.

Oh, fuck. What are you doing? Getting down there? Oh, you bitch.

Warning before you start slipping your tongue at me. Oh, fuck. Oh, my God.

How are you? Oh, fuck, right there. Just like that.

Oh, fuck. So sensitive. Oh, that's it.

Yes. Oh, just like that. Uh-huh.

Oh, make a little. Mm-hmm. No, fuck.

No, your mouth feels too good. Oh, so, so good. No, fuck.

Mm-hmm. Oh, look at me. Oh, God, you're so fucking pretty.

Oh, God, I hate it. You're so fucking good on that mouth. Mm-hmm.

Oh, fuck. That's why he came to you, isn't it? Mm-hmm.

Oh, that's why he stayed? Oh, you fucking bitch. Oh, fuck.

Mm-hmm. Is this what he saw when you sucked him off? Oh, you're looking up with your pretty eyes.

Oh, fuck. Oh, God, I'm gonna cum. Mm-hmm.

God, make me cum with that mouth you slut. Oh, fuck. No, I'm gonna cum.

No, fuck. Oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. Yeah, yeah.

Oh, fuck. Yeah. Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Oh, my God, I'm so sorry. I'm sorry I said those things. Oh, fuck, they just came out.

I didn't mean- You don't care? I know it's understandable, but- Wait, what? Take it out on you? Well, yes, it felt good too, but what about you? It'll help you get over the guilt? Oh, and it was really hot.

Well, if you liked it that much, then maybe I won't hold back. Come here. Your turn.

Take your clothes off. Uh-huh. Fuck.

Oh, you're perfect. No wonder he- I'm sorry. Yeah, I won't compare.

You're right. This is on him. Fuck.

Get on the counter, babe, and spread your legs apart. Fuck. Relax.

Just focus on my soft lips. And kissing up your thighs. And my mouth.

And hovering above that pretty little pussy of yours. My breath at your entrance. And down the other thigh.

Oh, fuck. Your bones are so cute.