Ever wonder what the “Other Woman’s” side of the story is? What she thinks about while laying with another Woman’s man? How she feels about his wife and kids? How she handles the constant secrecy? Well, here’s your chance, but be careful, you may not like what you find... 

 By: Allie Salena 

 Yup… I’m the bitch you hate. The home-wrecker. The one who waltzed in and took your man. You know, the guy you profess to "love and cherish.” The one you don’t have sex with. The one who feels neglected. Before you get all high and mighty, I’m not his first affair. A lot of the blame absolutely lies with you. Don’t worry though. He isn’t going to actually leave you. You are the Mother of his children. His parents like you. He can’t afford to divorce your fat lazy ass. That’s right. I’m the girl he feels he can talk to. I know all his secrets. I listen when he talks. I am capable of carrying on an intelligent conversation. And, you know; it helps that I’m prettier than you. I didn’t set out to have an affair with your husband. It really just happened. Did I set out to have sex with him? Ohhhh, yes I actually did. What can I say? He likes a Woman who knows what she wants. I wasn’t looking for a relationship, but I was definitely looking to get laid. There is absolutely something so seductive about a man who tells you all the things you are dying to hear. The problem was that he’s really good at the whole sex thing. I couldn’t walk away. It was supposed to be a hit and run. Wham, bam, thank you Ma’am. He absolutely says the same thing. He just wanted sex, but somehow, five years later; we’re still meeting and planning to have sex as often as we can. Seriously though, what is your problem? You don’t like multiple orgasms? You don’t like to be told how he likes to put his cock in you? You don’t like sex with the lights on? How do I know these things? I ask. I want to know that it’s real. I constantly need validation. After all, he is still your husband. I beg for details about you. He says that you don’t like sex. You don’t like him to talk during sex. The things he says make you uptight. You only like to have sex with the lights off. You are uncomfortable when other women talk about sex. You haven’t had sex in years. You offer it up on occasion when the timing is off, or like you’re doing him a favor. He goes out of town for a month, and you pick him up at the airport in your sweatpants and grungy t- shirt...seriously? I showed up the next day looking really good, honey. Fresh wax, cleavage, make-up, the whole thing. I like all those things you don’t. I like the way he talks to me during sex. I like that it’s all about me. I get off on his voice. We talk about everything. I know more about him than you have ever bothered to find out. It started with sex, but became a full-blown affair when we became best-friends. Some of our best days are running around doing errands. We laugh together. He’s hilarious, and you have no idea. You think his humor is inappropriate and, give him dirty looks. But him and I? We have fun together. The best thing that we give each other is time. I make time for him, and he returns the favor. You should have made time. Time to ask him about his day. You don’t work. You should have occasionally put the kids to bed early and been waiting up for him. You make it easy for him to see me. I give him what he wants and I enjoy doing it. You have let yourself become an obligation. What you don’t realize is that I’m aware you’re “The One”. You are the one he goes home to after he tells me he loves me. You are the one we fight about because he lets you get away with doing nothing while he works his ass off. You are the princess. Yes, I hate your guts. Yes, I want more. However, I’m willing to settle for the status quo. I’m following the Mistress Rules. Yes, I made them up, but they work for me. That’s where you want to be careful. I’m willing to wait. I won’t have to wait forever, you know. There are days where you make it almost too easy for me. So my darling home-bodied princess, be very, very careful. He may go home to you tonight, but he is spending the day with me. Today is my day. Today, your husband belongs to me.