A mistresses letter to "the wife".
Allow me to introduce myself. I am that new twinkle in your man’s eye. The reason for the extra pep in his step. Doesn’t Daddy look extra handsome these days? It’s not only the designer suits that I buy for him, it’s also the confidence that is restored in him, because unlike you, I remind him on a regular
basis that he is “the man.” I’ll give credit where it’s due. You weren’t always the selfish bitch you turned into.You really got him through some tough times. When he had no money, you supported him. (How could he forget, when you bring it up every chance you get?) Back in high school, when he wasn’t the cool guy on campus, you showed love. But much like your waistline from when he first met you…things have changed.
Before you get your granny panties in a bunch, don’t fret. You have a good man. He did not set out to hurt or betray you, things just kind of happened. To my chagrin, he loves you very much, and has this displaced loyalty I only partly understand. But despite the love, here I am. Comfortably nestled in his daily thoughts. It’s normal to hate me and everything I stand for. But it is your inflexibility in just about everything in life which goes double in the bedroom, that pushed him to this point. Let’s be for real, do you really think it is okay for a man to never receive oral sex? Who do you think keeps him satisfied until the next birthday or holiday when you decide to make the journey down there?
As long as there are women like you, women like me will always be in business. You make my job so easy. Why you may ask? For starters you have too much damn mouth. Why are there two kings in the castle? You may think you are winning the war with your constant nagging and complaining, but you are merely battling your way to a lonely bed at night. Your insecurity and incessant need for validation are the nails that are sealing your coffin.
When Daddy is with me it’s refreshing. I know my role and I serve proudly. There is nothing to argue about. Only laughter and good times allowed in our private world.
Of course I see your internet posts… “jump-off” this, and “side-piece” that. Forgive me for being “unphased.” Those names pale in comparison to some of the names that Daddy calls me when he is ravishing my body. We have fun experimenting with the things you are too uptight and/or controlling to allow.
Sure his parents love you, and his colleagues look forward to seeing you at the holiday parties. That bothers me none. Because when he is staring off into space, he is recalling the sexy lap dance I gave him. So, I have to celebrate on December 26, and February 15, that is fine by me. All I need is him. While your selfish ass is forcing him to take you to an over-priced restaurant to celebrate Valentine’s Day…I am in the gym, keeping things tight for your man. You can keep the chocolates too, much too fattening for me.
Be very afraid. I am not going anywhere. There are many others out here just like me waiting to step up when I do. You’ve been warned.
Dear Wife, when you're able to stop seething and baring your fangs, maybe, just maybe, your may find some valid points in this letter......?
Dear Mistress, till you wear the wife's shoes, I think you should STFU!
Dear People (mistresses, wives, husbands, neutral parties), what do you think?