Home Wrecker

I’m a home wrecker.
I tear families apart with seduction. A subtle smile somewhere halfway in between innocence and raw sex.
Home wrecker.
C-cup breasts. 25 inch sized waist. An ass that Beyonce would envy. That’s what I use to lure men away.
Call me the pied piper. Or better yet, the pied pipestress.
Home wrecker.
I’m good at what I do.
I’m not a whore. I’m not a woman desperate for affection. I’m not a friend with benefits. I’m not a mistress.
Breaking up marriages is my profession.
Wives pay me to set up their husbands. Pay good money. Thousands for a few hours of my time. That’s about how long it takes me to get a man to forget about the ring on his finger and say to hell with the vows he’d made. A few hours and then he’s lost it all. In most cases it’s his money, his home, his car, his family. In other cases, it’s his manhood. And I don’t mean that he becomes John Wayne Bobbitt’s distant cousin.
Most women have their men set up because they’re tired of being disrespected. They spend their days and nights catering to their men. Cooking, cleaning, taking care of the kids, sexing when it’s required. They do all of this yet they’re constantly having to deal with lies, deceit, physical and emotional abuse. They suffer day after day, wondering why a man they gave their all to, would hurt them the way they do. They suffer until they can’t take it anymore.
Then they call me.
They want the son-of-a-bitch trapped. Caught on tape. They want pictures. Sometimes they want to be in the room, watching, getting a firsthand view of the man doing what most of them knew he’d do. Of course some still hold out hope that their man would change his mind at the last minute because he loves his wife just too much to betray her. But that never happens, because I don’t allow it to happen. In the end, the bastard’s caught, and papers are served.
Game over.
That’s when a man loses it all.
They lose their manhood however when their women have them set up strictly for power and control. These women never have any intention of divorcing their men. See, instead of presenting the evidence and taking half, they hold that evidence over their men’s heads. Whatever they want they get. Whenever they want it, it’s theirs. No complaints about how much the piece of jewelry or a new pair of shoes cost. No put downs. No mouth at all, because while their men are doing or spending whatever it takes to keep from having to give up their house or car, or to avoid shelling out thousands in child support (millions in some cases), the women get free reign to go and fuck the pool boy, the gardener, or the sexy gym instructor with the tight ass.
Flip the coin and the side’s the same. Either way you look at it, my services provide financial stability. Most of all, I give back what most of my clients should have never lost.
Control.
Some prefer the other option, but for a lot woman—at least the ones that deal with me, replacing that is better than getting half any day.