My married lover sneaks over for rampant sex sessions then humiliates me in worst way…tormented diary of a Xmas mistress
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AN anonymous mistress reveals what it really feels like to be the other woman at the most difficult time of the year. I can still feel the heat from his body as he rolls away, murmuring, “I need to get back.”. It’s Christmas Day, and my married lover has stolen an hour with me, claiming he needed to take the dog for a walk.
![[The Christmas day romp was over in an hour]](https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/portrait-young-woman-young-man-625680623.jpg?strip=all&w=960)
His wife, distracted by the kids and holiday chaos, didn’t notice that it was all a cover story. Now, after three rounds of passionate lovemaking, he’s rushing back to play happy families. I suck in a breath and force a casual smile. “Okay,” I reply, trying to sound cool and breezy. “You’d better get back.”.
![[She was left to spend Christmas day without the man she loves]](https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/depressed-woman-drinking-wine-thinking-958515167.jpg?strip=all&w=960)
One thing you quickly learn as a mistress: never demand too much of their time. If you push too hard, they’ll get spooked and disappear. I know this because I’m a serial mistress. Tom isn’t my first, although he believes he is. How naive. I lie back in bed and light a cigarette, watching as he scrambles to gather his clothes strewn across the room.
![[Stolen moments leave her wanting more]](https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/shot-young-couple-sharing-intimate-952143198.jpg?strip=all&w=960)
“Don’t forget this,” I say, holding out his watch with a knowing smile. He told me it was a Christmas gift from his wife - how thoughtful of her. It might sound cold, but I can’t help getting a kick out of the fact she bought him expensive gifts while he gave her a few books in return - or so he tells me.
![[Scrolling through his wife's Instagram revealed an uncomfortable truth]](https://www.thesun.co.uk/wp-content/uploads/2024/12/beautiful-young-girl-relationship-difficulties-956020519.jpg?strip=all&w=960)
I toy with the gold necklace around my neck, a gift from Tom. A smile spreads across my face. She may have the title of “wife,” but I’m the one being spoiled. But that smug satisfaction fades later when I indulge in a bad habit I’ve picked up since our affair began two years ago: stalking her through Instagram.
