Making My Boyfriend Leave His Wife

One thing I’d change about my boyfriend?

 

Definitely his marital status. When I met him, I had no idea he was with someone. He was nice to me, paid my bills, and cared for my physical needs. I couldn’t have asked for a better boyfriend, I mean honestly I still can’t. He’s a wonderful, sensitive, kind individual. He obviously was in need of someone who could take care of him well, too. I wonder if his wife treats him the way I do. I wonder if she takes care of him the way I know I could. Not that it matters. I would be dedicating my life to making my boyfriend leave his wife for me. The day I found out about her, we were fucking in his house.

We didn’t go there often but when we did it was nice. He had a beautiful home, and his kitchen was our favorite place to get it on. He was fucking me senseless on the table when we heard the front door open across the house. Panic ensued on his face and he quickly guided me to the backyard and put a finger over his lips, signaling for me to be quiet. I could tell he was embarrassed, and I could also tell he was sorry for having to hide me. But I did as I was asked. Stayed quiet as he went inside and pretended like he was occupied with something other than cheating on his wife.

I decided then that I would put my all into making my boyfriend leave his wife.

His apologies consisted of flowers, chocolates, and much more intimate time than we’d been having. The sex was hotter than my first lesbian experience. His mouth on my pussy was a good enough apology for me. I could stay in these moments forever, ride out orgasms day after day with him. There’s no one I would rather be with. But I didn’t want to share him, I wanted him all to myself. He told me his wife wasn’t kind to him, and never showed him love or affection. But he felt like he owed it to her to stick out their marriage because she’d been faithful and by his side for so long. I understood that to a point. Of course it wouldn’t be easy to leave someone he’d been with for so long. But I was better than her in every single way and making him leave his wife would mean I’d have to show him that.

I began to step up my game, show him that someone else in his life could be wifey material. The gift giving, cooking, cleaning, and love making were all turned up a few notches. Making my boyfriend fall for me enough to leave his wife was taking a lot of work. And he was definitely noticing. His affection towards me went up significantly and I could tell that I was winning him over. I could feel him falling in love with me, deeper and deeper as the days went by. I was definitely convincing him that someone could take his wife’s place, but was it enough to actually make him want to leave her for good?

Making my boyfriend leave his wife was officially a success.

After months of proving myself to him, he finally pulled me aside one day to tell me he’d be leaving his ratty, rude wife for me. He wanted me to live in his beautiful home with him to live the beautiful life we both deserved. It felt like a dream come true, all my hard work had finally paid off. I didn’t have to make my boyfriend leave his wife, he did it all on his own. I just had to prove that I was always going to be more than enough for him.

That night we fucked harder and more passionately than we ever had. I bounced on his cock and he plunged deep into me. The orgasms felt so much better knowing that he was officially mine and only mine. He’d chosen me over his wife and there was no going back now, he was stuck with me. And I was going to make my boyfriend cum so fucking hard for me, multiple times, every single night for the rest of our lives.

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