Chapter 2

CHAPTER2

I’m a messy bitch girls and boys. I wasn’t always this way, but sometime between having all these kids in the span of four years and my husband losing his mind and flying the coop, something in my head went clickety click.

Now, in this plan of mine, I’m playing the long game. The first order of business is to wreck her shit, him; I have my children’s entire lifetimes to deal with. I have to cut the head off the snake first and leave the body shaking in the wind.

I say that to say I forgot on purpose to take my birth control. Yes, I did. Why? Because I wanted to be home with my babies, and this workforce bullshit is for the bees. I forgot how much I hate most of the human population, and they seem to have gotten worse in the last few years.

This was always part of my plan because Justin the ass had promised me four kids when we got married, and he left me at three. A promise is a promise, after all. So, on these afternoon raunch fests and sneaky link Fridays, when he came to pick up the kids, I made sure to ride his dick raw.

“We’ve got to stop doing this,” I mumbled. My ass!

“Doing what?” We were both out of breath because I was sliding on and off his cock, which, for all that he’s a piece of shit, is a thing of beauty. I’ve always had a fondness for his cock and the pleasure it can bring.

This was week four of our little rendezvous, and we were both having fun. It’s like the spark had been lit, and we were like two teenagers running around behind everyone’s backs to fuck. His dick didn’t even feel the same as it had the last few years of marriage; it was better because it was stolen.

I can’t tell you how hard I cum these days just from knowing that that bitch is going to flip her shit when she finds out, and oh, you better believe she’s going to find out. “We shouldn’t be sneaking around like this. Oh fuck, that feels so good right there.”

He had a hand full of tit and the other one full of ass while I did the slip and glide on his length. I’m pretty sure he noticed how much wetter I was than usual and thought it was all him. It was, to an extent, but it was the thoughts in my head more than anything that got me there.

Every time we fuck these days, she’s on my mind. I didn’t know being vindictive could be this heady, but the thought of her suffering the way I did when all comes to light makes my pussy twitch.

“Oh, Tim!” Uh-oh. All movement stopped at the sound of my voice. It took everything not to laugh at his ass when he looked at me all butt hurt because I called him by another man’s name. Motherfucker you had a whole ass girlfriend while we were married. Get over your shit.

“What did you call me?” He growled, and my pussy purred.

“I’m sorry, it slipped out.”

“You’re fucking him?” Well duh! I didn’t answer, but my look said of course I am.

He flung me onto my back, which is what I wanted any damn way, and pounded into my belly like he had a point to make. That’s right, Daddy, show me who’s boss.

Rage fucks are the best. I went back to work that afternoon with a snatch full of cream, my neck, and chest covered in hickeys, and started counting down the days to my next period. I’m about to make a lot of people’s lives very miserable, and one of them ain’t gonna be me.

That Daisy bitch is going to rue the day she set her sights on what’s mine and made my babies cry. Fuck what they did to me, I’m an adult, I can handle my shit. But they made my babies suffer. I guess Justin forgot who he married. I changed with the times and circumstances, but I can step out of my mom shoes real quick.

The two of them had already knocked me out of the wife heels I was wearing for ten years, so why not go back to being the girl I was, the girl he was so hot for that he followed me around campus for damn near a year before I gave him a chance.

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I didn’t lookbefore answering my phone and wish I did. It was the weekend, and Justin had taken to coming on Saturday mornings before the kids woke up to get them. He thinks he’s slick, and I don’t know what he’s been telling that idiot, but that half hour before the kids wake up is spent in my bed getting freaky.

Ever since the day I called him Tim, he’s been putting in the work, which is why I did it in the first place. Some days I have to remind him that he has a home to get back to because he’s on my ass like fleas on shit.

When the phone rang, he had just stepped into the shower after getting his dick dirty in my snatch, and I was in the middle of afterglow. “Where is Justin?” Click! I hung up on that idiot as soon as I heard her voice. She must’ve lost her damn mind.

I looked at the bedside clock. Another ten minutes or so before the kids wake up. Her call had revived me when I thought I was done for the day because Justin can fuck now; not gonna lie. I sauntered my happy ass into the shower with him and showed him with a hand on his head, just what I wanted.

It’s been a while since I stood in my shower with my husband on his knees in front of me, eating me out while the hot water from all six jets rained down on us. I filled his mouth with pussy juice on thoughts of her at home going crazy, wondering where he was and what he was doing. Welcome to the club bitch.