Office Etiquette; Part Three: The Other Woman

Andrea is the other woman, but she is fine with the label, for now.

I was the other woman, the side chick, the bitch on the side. There were so many names for a woman like me.

I divorced my husband the moment I came home after Michael had told me I was his cum dumpster. Feeling his thick cock throb and dump cum into my stomach that night three months ago made me realize who I was and what power I had.

Sure, Leslie went to bed with him and was the mother to his children, but I was his whore, his slut, the woman that he fucked harder than her. He made love to her, but he fucked me.

I watched the fury in his face as he pounded his thick black cock into me. I loved it when he was like this; I loved how he used my body to get him off.

“Do it!” I growled up at him as my legs were over his shoulders.

Michael’s black cock pushed deep into me; I watched his face as he was about to dump his cum into his white, blonde-haired slut.

I used some of the money from the divorce to pay for implants. Way bigger than I wanted to get initially, but I had taken Michael with me to the consultation, and he wanted his cum whore to have huge knockers; so that’s what I gave him, massive fake boobs.

I had told Phillip that I didn’t want anything from him in the divorce. I had cheated; I was the one who wanted the divorce, and I told the lawyers precisely that; I didn’t hide it. Phillip was the one who wanted to split everything down the middle; his words rang true in my head.

Up until I cheated, we had a good marriage and a good life together, so everything before that was real. He wouldn’t be where he was in his career without me giving up things I wanted to do with my life, so he made sure I was taken care of. His only request was that I never contact him again.

I had no intention of contacting him. The man dumping cum into me was the man I wanted.

I smiled as Michael released my legs.

He patted me on the head and pulled up his pants.