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HOMEWRECKER
(Author Unknown)

HOMEWRECKER ??" Extract

   

   "Who is this please?"

   Meghan sat back and smiled a deep red lipstick smile. She liked this part of the process. The cat and mouse - the toying with her victim casually and easily knowing that there was only going to be one outcome. These text message sessions got her wet between the legs and she wasn't ashamed of that. In fact quite the opposite.

   "I'm your worst nightmare."

   She let out a little giggle to herself as she watched the message immediately being replied to.

   "Look, please, you're worrying me. Just tell me who you are, please?"

   Meghan pondered for a little while before she answered again. She was playing with the wife of one of her home wrecking victims. At one point or another it always came to this. And she did her best to vary the outcome, or make it different. What this meant was that time on time case on case, she upped the anti, the severity and the cruelty.

   "I'm the hot brat your husband pays money to, to humiliate and control him."

   She pressed send and lifted her feet up onto her own desk. Her legs were long, shapely, and sheathed in dark brown nylon. Her feet were arched into the highest of spiked heels. A tiny, short dress she wore was up high enough around her hips to reveal that the pantyhose crotch was saturated with her own wetness, and stuck to the hairless smooth flesh of her sex.

   She ran a long, perfectly manicured fingernail down the middle of her crotch - where the nylon was saturated and where her sex lips were pressed from the inside out. She brushed her teeth with her fleshy wet tongue and rolled her eyes a little bit. She was enjoying this. She had the feeling this was going to be the best yet. But then that had been the pattern throughout her short 'career'. Giving herself a bigger buzz than the last time.

   Yes she was enjoying the sensation she was giving herself through the nylon and with her talon like nails. But she was also enjoying the despair of the woman on the other end of the texts she was sending.

   She'd got into the heads, into the minds of the perverts who paid her. It was the greed that got her into it. The easy money. But then what she hadn't been prepared for the was the sexual excitement it gave her.

   She'd approached it from her immaturity, as though she could handle anything. And that nothing could ever get to her. She reasoned with herself that these were pathetic men, with pathetic urges that they would hide at any cost, and that she would reap the rewards of that.

   The rest of it she could just laugh off. she could laugh out loud at those pathetic perverts who lusted after her feet, and other body parts. And who masturbated as they pressed send on the account transfers they did from their accounts to hers.

   "You're lying to me. Who even are you? My husband wouldn't pay some bitch money. We're happily married. Now what do you want?"

   Megan liked the live ones.

   "I have no reason to lie. Your husband, the father of your children, contacted me, wanted to know if he could worship my feet. I said he could but it would cost him."

   She pressed send but she had more to say. She wanted to see how this panned out though.

   "That's just ridiculous. He's never been interested in 'feet', let alone some woman off the internet."

   "I'm barely a woman. Just nineteen years old in fact. And I promise you, he worships my feet as though they are his god."

   Meghan could slip the metaphorical knife in with ease and then just turn it slightly to cause more pain.

   "You're lying to me. I know you are. What you describe, who you describe is not my husband. So stop playing your games."

   Meghan squeezed her thighs. She could sense the utter despair of a woman who was unravelling.

   "I'm not lying, I'm telling you the truth. You know over the last twelve months, he's paid me 50k, out of your joint account. Go check it out."

   And she pressed send again. She'd have dearly loved to have been able to see this woman's face now.

   "Check out payments to 'M. Springfield'. That's me. Just look at the payments."

   Meghan was creating more despair with the same ease that others created joy for themselves. Meghan's joy came in bubbles of fluid from between her sex lips.

   "There must be some mistake. This cannot be right."

   "No mistake. Fifty grand over twelve months. And in the last month, I've told him, if he wants to continue worshipping my feet, as well as the payments he makes to me every month, he's going to need to start sucking cock for my financial gain as well."

   And she pressed send.

   "I don't believe you?"

   Meghan laughed to herself. She liked reaching this precise point in the process. The point where the proof was laid bare for the woman to absorb.

   "Just wait, let me send you something?"

   And she pressed send making sure the anticipation for this woman was ramped up some more. She selected a short clip, attached it to another message and pressed send. Than she sat back, spread her legs and stroked her clitoris through the sheer pantyhose crotch that was stuck to her sex flesh. She could hear herself moaning a little as she sent wave after wave of undiluted pleasure through her most intimate sexual flesh. Then she typed another message into her big screen smart phone.

   "That's your husband, wearing panties, on his knees with a black cock down his throat, for me."

   It was all she typed and then she sat back again. Now it was different. The gap was different, the vibe was different. It wasn't just a word game now, or hide and seek with this woman. The woman'd been convinced that this other woman sending her messages had been some kind of 'scam'. That it was someone just trying to wind her up or something. There'd come a point when she'd known this wasn't the case.

   She woman watched the video clip on loop. At first she looked to see of there was any way that this couldn't be him. That it was some kind of trick photography. Anything was possible these days. But it didn't matter how many times she watched the clip, the sight of that black cock being fed into the mouth of her panty wearing husband was stark and it was real.

   "What sort of woman are you? To do this to a man, to do this to his family?"

   Yes, Megan liked the words of another woman who was breaking down.

   "He's done it to himself. He came to me, not the other way round. You'll already know that the money he would normally spend on you, and the twins, has gone. It was just that gradual eroding away of his savings and salary. The handing it all to me, whilst his family went without. Now that I'm talking about it, to you, it will all make sense."

   It wasn't enough for her to destroy this woman. She really did want to twist the knife at the same time.

   "And now, he's sucking cock to make me more money."

   There it was again, Meghan twisting the knife knowing already that the woman on the other side was close to the edge. It seemed like it was a long, long time before she replied.

   "So you've got everything. Just leave us alone."

   "Not everything, no."

   "What then. For god's sakes what more do you want."

   "You!"

   It was a simple, mini exchange.

   "What do you even mean, me?"

   There was some exasperation in the tone of text message and Meghan smiled at that.

   "I want you like I have your husband. Under my total control. Do you understand that?"

   Meghan was playing again.

   "You can't have me. You've fucked us up. Now leave us alone."

   "That's not enough. I want you as well and I am going to have you, trust me."

   Meghan counteracted this woman's tone with her own.

   "What do you want, from me? What do you actually want?"

   This time impatience in the text but also a resignation that she wasn't going to simply slip away from this nightmare.

   "We're going to meet, in public, in safety. There's no danger to you. The only danger is that if you do not give yourself to me, that the details of you, and your husband, and what he gets up to, on his time off, will be released to the wider internet."

   She let those words sink in. What this woman felt no other woman would be able to empathise with, unless they'd been through it themselves.

   "You can't, you can't let this out? Please, please it will finish us once and for all. You've already destroyed our marriage. It could never be the same again."

   "You're already finished once and for all. What I want to do now, is peel back your layers, and fuck you up - much like I've fucked him up."

   Again there was a pause - a wait for the woman to come back at her.

   "But you've got the money. I can't give you any more."

   "Yes, you're right. I have complete control of the money. But it's YOU I want now. And you will give yourself to me, I promise. But first we need to meet. I like to do this face to face. It's the only way."

   Meghan's tone was casual again now. She'd done the hard work. She was reeling this devastated woman in, via text message, and she could now 'enjoy' what she was doing.

   "What if I refuse?"