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.

I pulled my skirt down as I stood up. I had met Michael for lunch, and that ended up with me coming to his place to be fucked and used.

"Remember you have that basketball game with Derek," I said as I told him about his middle son's basketball game.

"Thank you," Michael said.

I quit the job because people were getting suspicious of our relationship. I also had plans, and they didn't involve me working for Michael. I found an excellent temp job at another company.

I started helping to clean their house. Looking at pictures of Leslie and the kids, I smiled as I cleaned the kitchen.

I heard the door open and heard Leslie on the phone. Probably with her other man. She had no idea I was standing in her kitchen with her man's cum starting to leak down my leg.

"Andrea!" Leslie smiled as she hugged me.

"Leslie!" I smiled as she embraced me tightly.

"Thank you for all your help!" Leslie said I took their youngest from her arms.

"No problem," I said as I smiled, holding their child. "Wow, someone needs a new diaper!" I took Leslie's baby bag from her shoulder. "I got this," I smiled at her. "Come on, Mr. Stinky," I smiled at their young boy.

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I stared at Leslie standing outside the hotel. I was in my car across the street.

Leslie thought I was the dumb blonde who helped her clean her house and take care of her kids, among other things, because she had offered to help me with money problems I had exaggerated. She paid me to be in her house.

What she didn't know was this dumb blonde bitch had hacked her computer and her phone. I knew she was going into that hotel to fuck her other man as well as party her ass off.

As soon as they went inside, I waited a few hours, then I made a phone call.

"Hi," I said in my most fake customer service voice. I work at the Hilton on Eighteenth by the mall, and I have some guests who are partying and making a lot of noise. I have tried to talk to them as other guests have complained because it is getting late," I said to the officer. "Yes, room four-eighteen. Thank you!"

I waited for the cops to show up, and they went inside. A few moments later, more cops came. "Drugs are bad, Leslie!" I said as I saw her and others being carted off.

I winked at the lady from the desk as she waved at me. She was tired of them coming every weekend and partying; she scratched my back, and I scratched hers.

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"I am so sorry," I consoled Michael after Leslie got sentenced to many years inside.

We were on his oversized couch at the house. Leslie was being taken to a prison out of state, and it would be a while before she got visitors.

"They said she was the one that brought the drugs," Michael shook his head as his head was on my shoulder. "The drugs came from…" Michael shook his head. "How could she be so stupid?!"

"I told you," I said as I rubbed his head. "That man she was seeing was bad news." I had seen her other man hanging out on the streets with other bad people. It was easy to manipulate some of them to talk to Leslie about a good drug den.

Phillip's brother was a cop and had told many stories about the streets, so I used it to my advantage.

I had played Leslie and her friends like a violin. I never talked to any of them directly.

"Dad?" one of his kids said.

"I got this," I said, smiling.

I got up from the couch and looked at my soon-to-be son. "Want to play that video game?" I asked.

"Yes!" He smiled at me as he took my hand.

"Go get cleaned up," I stared back at Michael. "I will make dinner."

"Thank you, Andrea," Michael responded.

"Anything for you." I smiled.

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"Fuck yes!" Michael pounded into me as he fucked me in the bed that used to belong to her. Her picture was still on the nightstand. I stared at it as Michael fucked me from behind.

'Who's the stupid blonde bitch, now?' I thought as her stupid smile stared at me.

He dumped his cum into me, and I lay on my back.

"I better get going," I sat up and pretended to get out of bed. "I have to get back to my place and then come back in the morning to get the kids to school. You have that early meeting. You can't be late again."

"Why don't you just stay here?" Michael asked as he pulled me back onto the bed.

"I can't," I rubbed his head and smiled. "I have my stuff at my place."

"Bring them here." Michael stared at me.

"I can't." I shook my head. "I mean it would be weird, wouldn't it?"

"The kids love you." Michael stared into my eyes. "I want you to be here."

"Okay, for a little while." I nodded. "Until you get the hang of things, I don't want to intrude."

"Okay." Michael smiled as I straddled him and brought his hands up to my large implants. "For a little while." He grinned as he squeezed my enormous knockers.

As I rode his cock I reached forward and put her picture face down on the nightstand.

'Checkmate!' I smiled as I fucked the man I wanted.

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