A bit of home wrecking wickedness

Let’s dig into the mind of
a former Home Wrecker!

Now that I have released Angelina’s Story of one of her home wrecking exploits in both written and MP3 version (see below after the interview recount), I think it might be interesting to share this part of the conversation I had with her.

I just couldn’t pass up the chance of actually digging into the mind of someone who was a self proclaimed former Home Wrecker. Enjoy!

As I was sitting around with the 7 everyday women with whom I was discussing the topic of home wrecking something unforeseen took place. One of the ladies which I have renamed Angelina for privacy reasons confessed that she was a Home Wrecker in her younger years. At this point and time when the conversation was taking place the lady was in her late 60’s, widowed and someone whom you would never imagine to have such a sordid past. According to her she turned her life around when she actually ended up falling in love with one of her victims of deception and ended up getting married to him. A marriage that lasted for 20 years and had its own ups and downs as she recalled, with one little perk that most women don’t have. Having been a home wrecker herself, she knew exactly how to safeguard her marriage from the influences of a toxic lady on the prowl – her words not mine.

Of course I had questions and I was fortunate indeed that she was so willing to answer them in the most candid of fashions. I think deep down she wanted to be asked and even understood as is the case for most human beings even when they do have a wicked nature to explain.

The first question I asked her was why she had decided to become a Home Wrecker and if that was something she set out to do or if it just happened.

I was surprised when she began to laugh at that question and told me in a very resolute and no-nonsense way that she never accidentally ruined a relationship but that to her home wrecking in a way was a sport and perhaps a little bit of revenge on menkind. (No this is not a typo – she was talking about men the gender as a kind in this case.)

She told me that it really all started when she watched her Parents and the behavior of each as she grew up. She came from a rather well to do family, wanted for nothing, was treated like the little Princess almost all her life, but at the same time noticed how her Father cheated on her Mother on a regular base with women that struck his fancy.

Her Mother, she recounted to me, was a gentle soul who was dedicated to being a Home Maker, devoted wife and mother. She ran the household with a loving but stern hand, and often times was rather exhausted at the end of the day after running after her and the other 4 siblings in the household.

There wasn’t much personal time or time to pamper herself, Angelina remembered, which in due time of course started to show itself in the good Lady’s appearance. She was pretty, but often looked less then perfectly coiffed, and had that look of a woman who needed a vacation to her. Raising them and of course keeping the Household running in such a way that it was befitting the station of her husband was exhausting and with her husband’s cheating ways it aged her quicker than it would have been the case otherwise. Stress and life was starting to show itself.

However, her Father was a good provider or so she recounted, and with that her Mother tried to turn a blind eye to the affairs and the women who came and went out of her husbands bed. It wasn’t that unusual in those times and days, but when one particular woman got her claws into him so deeply that he actually left the family for a while, it did something strange in Angelina.

Instead of wanting to be like her beloved mother who was a good woman through and through, she decided that she wanted to be like the spoiled and pampered woman who had essentially wrecked their home. It didn’t matter that her father returned 2 years later after having gotten a dose of his own medicine to the fold, the emotional damage was done.

Angelina swore to herself that she was never going to be the victim but the Huntress who took what she wanted and then spit it out when she was done.
The Home Wrecker was born!

I could see where Angelina had come to that conclusion and decision, but what I wondered about next was if she ever felt guilty for it or sorry for the women since she had seen the damage it cost first hand.

Angelina didn’t even have to pause for an answer and it was something I think she had to explain to her friends who knew about her past throughout the years. The answer came quickly and without hesitation.

Not one bit and I tell you why! I was doing these women a favor by forcing them to see what their boyfriends or husband really were like. Sooner or later every one of those guys slips up and screws up to the point that their wife or girlfriend finds out.

There are just certain signs that there is someone else taking up all their time and devotion that you can’t miss after a bit. At that point it is up to them to have more respect for them-selves and leave the jerk or to stick it out and fight or allow him to continue victimizing you in that way. At least now they knew the true character of their men and could make an honest decision. It’s much better to know what you are up against then not having any idea.

As for the men? No, absolutely not! Why would I feel sorry for them or have any remorse. They were cheating on their woman or should I say they were more than a little prepared on fucking around on them. Cheating is a choice you make. I don’t care how unhappy you are in your relationship, you can always end it if it is that bad, but they chose to have their cake and eat it too. I was just leveling the playing field a little.

They knew what they were doing and so did I?

Truth be told I was a little stunned by her attitude and response. The woman I knew today always seemed to be so loving and gently, but here I was getting to know an ice-cold Huntress who had no mercy for her prey. She was literally out for blood.

So Angelina, did you sleep with all of them and did you have any personal rules to that game you played? Was my next question.

At that she snickered a little and took a sip of her coffee her eyes twinkling with mirth.

Actually, I never slept with any of them. Well besides that one and he ended up being the man who became my husband. The rest of them never got that far with me. I’d play with them, kiss and cuddle, let them get to like 3rd base maybe, but I always withheld the final reward. I never let them forget that they were in a relationship with another woman and that they really shouldn’t be there with me. I think you’d call it a mind fuck right?

At that I nodded and chuckled. So you mean they never even got to have sex with you?

Nope, not even once, but I always dangled that carrot in front of them. I allowed them to belief that it was a possibility but only if they were no longer with their woman. I always told them that only MY man would get to have sex with me, and they weren’t my man because they were in a relationship with another woman. In the end the choice to leave her so they could be with me was always their choice to make. I never actually pressured them into it, I just sort of laid things out on the table and they drew their own conclusions. I never actually said that I would make them my man either, they just assumed that is what I was indicating.

As to my personal set of rules or ethics of my game as you’d probably call it hon, yes I had some actually pretty strict ones.

For me to set out to wreck his home he had to actually admit to me that he was in a relationship with another woman and then still be willing to flirt around and date me behind her back. I never wanted to deal with the guys that wouldn’t even confess to having someone they supposedly loved, because to me they were too slimy if you can phantom that.

I always gave it exactly a maximum of 3 months to play with his head and to try to take him away from her. If he could resist my efforts for more than 3 months and wasn’t making any noises about actually wanting to go further than to just talk to me as a friend (not wanting an affair with me) I’d let him down easy and move on. As far as I was concerned he was still redeemable and deserved to keep his relationship. I secretly always cheered for them and had respect in my own way. There is a difference between just being friends with a woman and looking to have an illicit affair with her you know?

I nodded at that, but didn’t interrupt verbally.

I never went after men who had children either. If kids were involved I wanted nothing to do with it. At that point it was too late to save the woman from a big mistake I always figured. She was on her own now. I guess that went just a step too for me.

If the man was able to be taken away from the woman (he left her on his own accord for me) I broke the relationship off the next day and left him standing there with nothing. I wasn’t going to keep a man that couldn’t be trusted.

Besides the one that became your husband you mean?

Yes, but that was a different story I don’t want to share right now.

Ok, I respect that. I answered, seeing why that was not something she would want me to share, because it made her vulnerable in so many ways.

In your earlier story you said that you had a few older men who would spoil you as well and that you were well provided for by your parents. Can you explain that?

I was what you call a Trust Fund Baby at that point and didn’t need to work in order to survive. I was a very lucky young woman and I spend a lot of my time just going shopping, getting myself pampered, and doing whatever I wanted. Needless to say that gave me that vibe that oh so many guys find irresistible. The uptown girl who is just a little out of their reach and so they want her more.

They’d fall all over themselves to impress me, get my attention and the older guys, well they wanted a pretty young thing like me to show off like a trophy. I took full advantage of that, but they never got more than just my attention either. No sex – that was my personal rule. I was a Home Wrecker and perhaps a Gold Digger too, but I wasn’t a Prostitute. I never sold my body for money, I didn’t need to.

Who did you have sex with then? I am assuming you weren’t abstaining?

Oh no, I had sex, but it was always on my terms and I made sure that those guys never got attached to me either. We had an arrangement of mutual convenience you could say. We had fun, sex if we felt like it, and then went our separate ways. I wasn’t planning on getting married and locked up in a relationship if you know what I mean. I liked my freedom way too much.

You sound like you were way ahead of your time.

No actually I was right in my time when women started to really discover that they didn’t need men to be happy and fulfilled, but that they could make great playthings and assets if you found the right ones.

Would you consider yourself a Female Supremacist or a Feminist then?

I used to but these day not so much. Things just got taken too far my taste and to be honest my marriage changed a lot of my views on things too. I think I just learned to see things from different sides once I was married and had a family of my own. There were compromises that needed to be made and in a marriage things are very different, but you know that yourself.

Again I had to nod. I knew what she was talking about here.

Did you ever meet any of the women whose homes you wrecked? I wanted to know next

Yes I did. A small handful, which honestly at times was unavoidable. As I told you earlier I even became really good friends with “Silvia” later on down the line, and she wasn’t the only one. Two other women besides her and I become friends after all was said and done. Of course that didn’t happen right away, but life has a strange way of turning things around at times. In the end they saw I actually did them a favor.

I had to laugh at that, because I know I met a few of the wife’s and girlfriends of my married subs before too, which was a bit sticky at first. In the end so we were actually able to form a friendship as well.

Looking back, seeing things now as you have gotten older, would you change things if you could?

She had to think about that for a second and then resolutely shook her head at me. No, I wouldn’t. I had fun and as far as I am still concerned those who ended up losing their women over their cheating ways, got what they deserved. Besides, I would never have met my darling husband any other way – God rest his soul.

I thanked her for her honesty and willingness to be so candid in sharing her story with me. I told her, that I had been actually very surprised by her admission and she gave me a hug laughing before telling me.

Oh sweet girl, you of all people should know that just because someone looks like sweet and innocent, just a regular woman, doesn’t mean they have a naughty nature and wicked past.

I had to agree on that! Guess even I forget that at times.


Now that you have enjoyed her very candid background answers, make sure you purchase the Story recount of one of her exploits. You can buy it in written format or via MP3 format:

Home wrecking …. and then there were none!

Hello my naughty darlings!

Today I am going to share the first “real life home wrecking Story” in a new Series which I am releasing for you here in Audio Version on this Studio. You can click visit my blog www.paymepiggy.com to listen to the voice introduction for this series!

…. and then there were none.

Will and Silvia’s relationships was already undergoing a difficult time, but it could still have been fixed at this point. That is until real life home wrecker Angelina decided to set her sights on Will and make him her next prey.


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