Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 50449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50449 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 252(@200wpm)___ 202(@250wpm)___ 168(@300wpm)
When that didn’t work, because I didn’t fall off a turnip truck, she switched gears. She decided to infiltrate my wife’s inner circle, to get close to her. Now her new thing is trying to undermine my poor little sweetheart.
She’s been putting shit in my wife’s head each time she supposedly ran into her by accident. Our town is small but not that fucking small that all of a sudden you keep running into my woman when you two have never laid eyes on each other before.
Now my money’s just as good as hers, it’s just that I don’t allow my wife to frequent the kind of places this trick does and they damn sure don’t shop at the same stores so there’s no reason for all these run-ins. But once Holly started divulging some of the conversations that has passed between them, I knew she’d changed up the game.
I’m not only going to let this bitch catch the rope, I’m gonna wrap it around her fucking scrawny neck and drop kick her ass off the nearest bridge. I don’t know where the fuck she gets off thinking that she could get away with this shit. I guess her warped fucked up mind can’t take a hint.
When I found out that she had befriended my wife behind my back, my first thought was to end that shit right quick. I knew Holly didn’t like her, but she’s the type to want to make everybody happy. If only some of what I am can rub off on her.
Anyway, I thought better of it, and decided it was best to keep an eye on this bitch and make sure she didn’t hurt my girl. At thirty-two I’ve been around the block a time or two. I know the games that women play. Especially gold digging skanks with nothing between their damn ears like this one.
Plus, I thought it would be a good way, to shore up my baby and give her a sense of her own self worth. You see Donna isn’t a bad looking girl, though she doesn’t hold a candle to my Holly. And she has oodles of confidence, or so she pretends.
And though I don’t want my wife anywhere near her ilk, I thought that the end just might justify the means in this instance. I’m planning to let my baby cut her teeth on this one, so that the next one to come along doesn’t stand a chance.
Anyway unbeknownst to her, my wife tells me everything. Every move she makes I get a full report. Not because I’m a manipulative fuck, but because she likes to keep me in the loop, and I like that shit.
I don’t want you to think that my wife is some brainless ninny who lives only to please me. She has her own interests which I encourage, she just happens to like sticking close to home and her husband. That fucked up upbringing she had had done one good thing; she has the old fashion values that I didn’t even know I was looking for in my woman. Mine!
It’s why I married her out of all the women I’d dated. We were the perfect mix. She fulfilled the need in me to be a dominant fuck and I gave her the love and security she so sorely needed.
Gage
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So this chick, according to what my Holly says, seems to have zoomed in on the fact that my wife isn’t as confident as someone in her position should be and has decided to be the predatory bitch she’d taught herself to be. Since all her attempts with me failed she saw this as the next best thing.
Now she’s inviting my wife places, and to do things all of which does not include me of course; she’s on that divide and conquer bullshit. What she doesn’t know is that since we got married we’ve never spent any significant amount of time apart. We do everything together, especially on the weekends when I’m off, which seems to be the time the widow wants to monopolize.
Had my wife not been the type to tell me every damn thing she might’ve gotten away with it. Since Holly wants to please everyone and stay on their good side, leaving me behind while she ran off and did whatever it is this Donna person wanted would’ve been something she’d have let herself be talked into.
But there’s something else the widow doesn’t know, my wife loves to fuck. And she knows damn good and well that the weekend is where it’s at. That’s when I usually take her to the lake house away from everyone and everything and fuck the shit out of her for forty-eight hours and then bring her home and do the same the rest of the week.