My husband has a mistress. Their relationship doesnt bother me in the slightest. In fact, Ive even met this woman. I didnt feel a shred of resentment towards herhonestly, it seemed silly to be at odds over my husband.
We had a good, long chat and really got to know each other. As it turned out, shes quite a lovely person. After we talked, it almost felt like wed been friends for ages, especially since we ended up exchanging little gifts with each other.
Later on, my husband and his mistress decided to have a weddingnot a real one, of course. I wasnt bothered, so we started planning everything together. I helped my husbands mistress pick out a beautiful wedding dress, and she gave me advice on which evening gown would suit me best. We agreed to hold the ceremony at our home. I acted as a witness. The whole thing felt so realthe only thing missing was the actual registry office.
On the day of the wedding, we woke up early, sorted the last details, and got ready together. I helped my newfound friend into her wedding dress. On the way to the sitting room, we promised each other wed always remain friends. Then, she and my husband exchanged vows and rings. The happy couple sealed it with a passionate kiss.
Their first wedding night took place right in our own house. Once my husband had fallen asleep, his mistressnow my friendcame down into my kitchen, and we ended up chatting for hours. It was such a warm and friendly conversation. As it turns out, we have a lot in common.
I don’t feel even the tiniest bit embarrassed by the whole thing. In fact, I can honestly say I feel rather happy. I spend a lot of time talking and going out with my husbands mistress. Now I have someone to go shopping with, stroll through Hyde Park, or visit the local pool. I truly believe that the friendship Ive developed with her will always mean more than any man ever could.
What do you think about this sort of friendship?
