My husband has a mistress.
I’ve known about her for some time. I’ve even met her. I knew her long before I knew my husband.
She is amazing, as mistresses go. She’s attractive, to say the least. At her worst, she looks like she could kill you with a snap of her fingers. At her best, she looks like she could throw you down on the floor and do things to your body that would have you begging for her to never stop.
I’ve known about her for some time. I’ve even met her. I knew her long before I knew my husband.
She is amazing, as mistresses go. She’s attractive, to say the least. At her worst, she looks like she could kill you with a snap of her fingers. At her best, she looks like she could throw you down on the floor and do things to your body that would have you begging for her to never stop.
She’s lean, and athletic. If his mistress was an inanimate thing, she’d be a Harley Davidson motorcycle: shiny, fast, and made to be ridden hard and long over great stretches of time and distance until her rider was soaked in sweat and couldn’t stand on his own two feet.
Her hair is unmistakable. Everyone who meets her knows just who she is by the hair alone. Even women have been known to reach out and run their fingers down the back of her head. It gives even them a thrill and makes them question all of their choices.
She has a body to die for. She’s toned and trained and she could crush any person who dared to stand in the way of what she wants. What she needs.
I’ve seen what she does to my husband. I’ve seen the scratches on his body when he comes home from being with her. I’ve seen the red marks and the results of her dominatrix style. I’ve seen the light in his eyes after a night with her, and I know I can’t compare to what she does for him.
Her hair is unmistakable. Everyone who meets her knows just who she is by the hair alone. Even women have been known to reach out and run their fingers down the back of her head. It gives even them a thrill and makes them question all of their choices.
She has a body to die for. She’s toned and trained and she could crush any person who dared to stand in the way of what she wants. What she needs.
I’ve seen what she does to my husband. I’ve seen the scratches on his body when he comes home from being with her. I’ve seen the red marks and the results of her dominatrix style. I’ve seen the light in his eyes after a night with her, and I know I can’t compare to what she does for him.
I’ve seen what she does to my husband... I know I can’t compare to what she does for him. | My husband isn’t the only husband she takes, either. There’s practically a club of us. We all know about each other. We all know about her. She knows about us. Sometimes, she even acknowledges us in public. She praises us for staying with our husbands despite their infatuation with her, and she openly talks about some of what she does to them when we aren’t around. |
She’s been known to take a female mistress or two, as well. That’s actually how I met my husband. She introduced us after she and I severed our relationship.
She is so intertwined in our lives that we even celebrate her birthday. Every year we get dressed up in our finest gowns and jewels and we shine our shoes and swords and buttons and we celebrate in royal style. We dine and we dance and we toast to her and sometimes two thousand people will show up to a single birthday party to eat cake and drink in her honor. People around the world will gather in her name and all her sexy glory to drink to her.
So this year, let’s all raise a glass to my husband’s mistress.
Happy Birthday, Marine Corps. You beautiful bad ass you.
She is so intertwined in our lives that we even celebrate her birthday. Every year we get dressed up in our finest gowns and jewels and we shine our shoes and swords and buttons and we celebrate in royal style. We dine and we dance and we toast to her and sometimes two thousand people will show up to a single birthday party to eat cake and drink in her honor. People around the world will gather in her name and all her sexy glory to drink to her.
So this year, let’s all raise a glass to my husband’s mistress.
Happy Birthday, Marine Corps. You beautiful bad ass you.
Many Kind Regards,
Katie
Katie
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