I’m in love with my boss’ wife. I’m his work wife. I babysit for his wife, she likes me being his work wife and that I look after him at work. The reason I’m on here is because last weekend I went with her to swim team. She told me he loved me, and wanted me to be with them out of the office. Did I love him, did I want him to be the father of my children. Would I have a little brother or sister for her kids. She is serious.
We talked again on Sunday at their house. In their bedroom. There was room for me. She opened her underwear drawer, and asked me if I wanted to share the drawer with her. She asked me to live with them. He loved me, she loved me, the children love me.
She emphasized that ‘we’, her and I love him. He deserves us loving him in his home, together. Together running the home for him, preparing his meals, maybe having another baby for him.
We went to church. We stood at the altar. We held hands. We exchanged wedding vows. We love each other, we love him. Loving him like a father, an older brother. We will be his ‘wife’, the two of us. Wake up with him every morning. We are each other’s wife.
Now all that’s left is telling him about us.
