I Want to be First

Selvia realized that being the second woman was a painful thing. Initially, she didn't want to demand anything from Andre, but after 3 years of being The Mistress, her thinking changed. She only wanted Andre completely, not sharing him with Diandra.

Andre came to Selvia's apartment, he was very upset why the woman went out without telling him. Selvia was not in the apartment and he called Selvia's cell phone, but there was no answer. He called many times, and finally, it was answered.

"Where are you? Why aren't you in the apartment at this hour?" Andre asked angrily.

"Oh, you're looking for me, honey," Selvia replied casually.

"Selvi, where are you? Are you at a night club?"

"What do you care about me? What kind of stiff cares where I am, huh! And if yes, then why? Is it a problem for you?"

"You're drunk! I'll pick you up."

"No need, honey. You should take care of your beloved and respected wife. I'm just a slut, not worthy of you."

Selvia ended their communication. Andre was very annoyed that the woman never changed and her behavior got worse. He immediately went to the night club they used to go to, he was sure the woman he loved was there.

After searching for Selvia in the nightclub, he finally found her. The woman was enjoying herself, smoking a cigarette and drinking alcohol with some friends.

"Go home!" Andre said, yelling at Selvia.

"Hey girl... look who's here, someone else's husband is coming, hahaha." Selvia mocked Andre.

Andre forcibly dragged Selvia's hand, he didn't like Selvia associating with her friends who were followers of free sex. Indeed, for 3 years, Andre had treated Selvia as his mistress, but Selvia got everything from Andre.

Arriving at the apartment, Andre looked at Selvia, who was laughing alone.

"You're really hard to control, Sel," Andre said annoyedly.

"Oh, please don't talk too much and bother me. You take care of your wife and control her! Look at Diandra, a respectable, educated woman, in contrast to me who is only a mistress."

"Don't be like this, Sel. I can't possibly tell Diandra that you're the woman I love."

Selvia looked at Andre. She held her chest, which felt so painful, and tears fell on her cheeks.

"Shut up! I don't want to hear that woman's name again. She always gets everything; she always has everything that I don't have," Selvia shouted, continuing to cry.

"I don't ask you to always be there for me, but your words earlier really hurt me, honey. Am I wrong if I just want to be like her, honey? I can't take it anymore like this, honey."

Selvia continued to cry. Andre couldn't bear to see Selvia, he knew his words were indeed cruel to his woman, but Selvia was also wrong. After all, he didn't like it when Selvia spoke rudely or even yelled at Diandra.

"You have to understand that everything you have, I can buy with Diandra's money. I can't possibly support you if it weren't for Diandra. I beg you, don't be like this, sweetheart."

Andre brought Selvia's body into his arms. He understood how tormented Selvia was, he also really wanted to divorce Diandra, but if he divorced, it would destroy his life. Diandra meant a lot to him, even though Selvia also meant something to him.

For Andre, both women were equally loved and cherished. Diandra was like his right wing, and Selvia was like his left wing; both the right and left wings had an important role to make him continue to fly soaring to reach his goals. But if Selvia, his left wing, demanded more, it was difficult for him to make it happen.

"Go, honey. Let's end this relationship. I can't take it anymore with you," Selvia said softly.

Andre shook his head and he couldn't let go of his left wing. He really needed Selvia. "Never say the word end in our relationship. You and I will never end, ever."

"Divorce Diandra, honey."

What Andre had suspected finally came true. Selvia, who was thought to be different, turned out to be the same as Vera, his former lover. He would never divorce Diandra just for another woman. If Selvia demanded more than what he could give, it would only make the woman he loved even more hurt.

"Didn't you once say that you wouldn't demand more as long as you were always with me, that you were willing to be the second? Why is it different now?"

"That was before, honey and I can't take it anymore, honey. I also want to have a complete household, not sharing a husband like now. I can't take it, honey."

"I love you so much, Sel."

"Honey, I beg you, make your choice. Choose me or her?"

Andre couldn't answer Selvia's question. Of course, he couldn't choose, if he could, he would choose to have polygamy. He did love Selvia, but that didn't mean he had to marry Selvia. For him, marriage was not just about love.

"Answer, honey! Do you choose me or her?"

"Selvia, my love ...." Andre stroked Selvia's hair and looked at her lovingly. "If this is your wish and you are sure of your decision. Okay, I'll divorce Diandra for you," he lied.

"Really, honey? You're really going to divorce Diandra?"

"Yes, sweetheart... I will divorce Diandra for you."

Selvia hugged Andre. She hugged the man happily and she was very happy that Andre chose her over Diandra. Selvia looked at Andre's face, but she brought her lips closer, passionately devouring Andre's lips. Interlocking, sharing love with passion.

Andre caressed Selvia's body with lust. His sense of taste played skillfully at the tip of Selvia's breasts. Licking her whole body, fulfilling the deepest desires. Andre lifted Selvia's right leg onto his shoulder, inserting his penis into the heavenly valleys, thrusting it deeper, making Selvia scream with pleasure. Andre's long and large penis felt so delicious during their union down there.

"You're so good, sweetheart," Andre said, continuing to move his hips while licking Selvia's right calf.

"Aaah... Your cock is so good, honey," Selvia raved, enjoying Andre's thrusts.

"Your pussy is so tight, sweetheart."

"Do you like my pussy, honey?"

"I like it so much, sweetheart. It's so good, Sel."

"Keep going, honey... so good... aaah... aaah..."

"Your pussy is the most delicious, Sel... aaah."

"Honey, you really understand how to make me satisfied."

Words of mutual satisfaction were spoken from their lips. Their lovemaking this time was so great. This time Selvia was on top of Andre; she would do a woman on top to provide another sensation of lovemaking.

Wildly and writhing her body on top of Andre made both breasts sway as if following the sensual movements. It felt so tightly gripping Andre's junior, who was about to reach his first release. Moans of pleasure came out of the two love-intoxicated people.

Cheating is fun, a challenge with an adrenaline rush that spurs hidden passion. Andre's sexual life is no longer as boring as it used to be. It's like being able to change food menus every day, if you get bored with meatballs tomorrow just change meat soup. Both have their advantages and disadvantages. Diandra and Selvia, the pair of wings Andre needs.

After finishing having sex, Andre and Selvia. Andre decided to go home, he couldn't stay long at Selvia's apartment. He believed his wife, Diandra, was waiting for him at home, even until midnight.

What Andre felt was indeed true, Diandra was waiting for him. Welcoming the father of her children with the most beautiful smile Andre had ever seen.

"Not asleep yet, Di?" Andre asked.

"How could I possibly sleep if you haven't come home, baby."

"I love you, Baby. So much so that it's beyond anything in this world."

"Me too baby."

Andre hugged Diandra, but Diandra felt something was different. Andre's perfume smelled different, like a woman's perfume. She felt like she had smelled this perfume before, but where?

When Andre was already asleep, Diandra slowly went to the bathroom, looking for something in her husband's shirt. There was a red lipstick mark on the bottom of Andre's shirt, she was sure it was a woman's lipstick.

"You're really cheating, Ndre. Is Selvia your mistress?" Diandra said, squeezing Andre's shirt while holding back her anger.

Diandra looked at Andre's face, who was sleeping soundly on the bed. She paid attention to everything about Andre. With a bitter smile, she didn't expect Andre to commit adultery again and again, as if there was no repentance.

"Sel...." Andre

Diandra was shocked and couldn't believe that her best friend was cheating on her husband. She leaned closer, her ear near his mouth, trying to hear more clearly the words he was speaking.

"Selvi," Andre mumble

d, his voice unmistakably clear.

This time, Diandra couldn’t have misheard Andre had clearly uttered the name "SELVI."