25 years. Think about that. That’s a generation. An entire generation had been born and grown up since I had married the man of my dreams. The father of my lovely son and daughter. The man to whom I had devoted my entire life.

So you can imagine my surprise…my shock…my horror when I heard his phone bing one Sunday afternoon while he was having a nap and I saw that it was from “Baby Girl”.

I didn’t open it. I couldn’t. First I couldn’t bring myself to believe what I was seeing. And second, if I opened it he would know that I knew.

So I waited a few days, and when he was asleep I crept through his phone. The messages…the emails…the photos. And almost worst of all…the bank statements. I had never been one to pry into our finances because I had never wanted for anything with my husband, we lived a very comfortable lifestyle.

But to see he had taken on a second mortgage to pay for her downtown apartment? That he would risk our marriage after a quarter century was one thing, but our livelihood? Our children’s education funds?

For someone who was…19? Literally at 50 I was more than twice her age.

I cried silently…I screamed in my own head…I hated him…her…I wanted revenge.

And so I texted her. “I’ll be over tomorrow night. My wife will be with me all day so don’t text me back. Just be sure to wear my favorite slutty outfit.”

I want to explore my confrontation with the woman my husband is not only sleeping with, but risking everything for.

I’d like to build our characters (looks, backstories, personalities) together.

I would also love to discuss who ends up taking control. Me? Or perhaps you turn the tables on me? ;)

My kinks are non and dub con, blackmail, slutty outfits, rough degrading sex, name calling, hair pulling, public sex, prostitution, anal and painal and so much more

My limits are underage, blood, scat and vomit