Growing up, your parents told you that looks weren’t everything… That you need pati

Growing up, your parents told you that looks weren’t everything… That you need patience, intelligence, and wisdom to get what you want.You got straight As. You joined clubs and did your silly social networking. You met a strong, handsome, driven man, who graduated and got a job at a top engineering firm, making a mid six-figure wage. You made your contribution too, but even an 80k job like yours was dwarfed by your lovely husband’s. You two bought a beautiful hillside house in California with an outdoor pool and a glass poolside looking out. You’d worked hard and earned the dream.Me? I came from a rich family. My daddy was financially successful like your husband. My mom? Well, she wasn’t smart or driven, but she was beautiful. The kind of beautiful that would make a millionaire spend his lavish fortune on her just to keep her company.Guess who got her good genes? Lucky me. And my mommy taught me a lot of lessons that you probably didn’t get. I learned how to sway my hips to control the attention of every man in the room. I was taught how to pout just enough to look cute but make a man imagine his cock in my mouth. How to brush a man’s arm with my nails and smile, and make his cock hard and his legs jello.I got Bs in the classes I liked by studying. I got As in the classes I didn’t care about by making the professors my horny little pets. I did learn how to manage my nutrition. I stay in the gym to keep fit, but eat just enough to have soft, bouncy curves exactly where men want them. Helps having those good genes that your momma didn’t give you, haha.And look where our different  life paths took us! To the same party at your husband’s friend’s house! You didn’t look too shabby in your tight blue dress, but I don’t think anybody noticed… sorry! They were too busy looking at me in my hot pink dress, with my six inch matching pink heels, and my slightly contrasting manicured and pedicured nails. And hon… learn to wear makeup like a real woman, like I was.I didn’t mind Jason; he was a handsome-ish guy, with a lot of money, but I can have anyone I want, and babe, I wanted your husband. 29 years old, healthy, muscular, funny, and making a cool half mil? It’s not as much money as I’d like, but it IS the kind of body I’d like. And as I found out that night when we disappeared for a half hour, it’s the kind of sex I’d like too.How is it at your parents’ house, now? I hope they’re comforting you enough. Me? Right now, I’m enjoying that pool of yours and the gorgeous view. Your husband’s enjoying a different gorgeous view. I love his gaze… I think he knows it, from my hard nipples. But the pool’s getting cold, and your husband’s warm and comfy, so I think I’m going to take him to bed with me to cuddle. Of course, that always leads to him on top of me, inside me, with our lips locked, and my nails tracing his back gently, hips rocking ‘til he cums inside me. Mmmm. Or fucking my tits, y’know, like you never could.He told me yesterday about his upcoming promotion. A man like this with a job like this and a life like this? I think I’ll be keeping him, sorry love. And I’ve seen your missed calls on his cell. From the way he rubs me, and kisses me, and wraps his arm around me with all his friends, I think he loves me. Which is why I’ll be ‘forgetting’ my birth control for the next month or so. I feel pretty good about raising a child in this lovely home. Thank you for helping to finance it. It’s a shame your… well, MY lover is so good with money and contracts. Not much you can win in a divorce, really.Don’t worry though, I’m sure with an education and job experience like you have, you’ll find someone again. Maybe he’ll even be half of the one you just lost. Ta-ta! -- source link

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