Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d find myself in a divorce court, fighting for my assets. The worst part is that my ex was the cheater. Sure, I had spent most of the week at the office, but I had a tech company to run. If I didn’t bring home the big bucks, she sure as hell wouldn’t have.

“Mr Brenton, due to your large net worth, you’re able to provide generous spousal support payments, which is why I feel that your ex-wife deserves $10,000 a month until she remarries, enters a domestic relationship or either party dies,” said the female judge.

I couldn’t believe what I heard. She didn’t even hide the fact that she based her decision on my wealth and not on how much my ex contributed to the marriage.

“What the hell?” I asked my lawyer.

He shrugged and pursed his lips. “That’s the law. It’s why I said to you that you should’ve gotten a prenup.”

I looked down and shook my head as my lips tightened. My ex-wife smiled at her lawyer and shook his hand.

Her pussy was good while it lasted, but it definitely wasn’t worth $10k a month.

I got home, slumped onto the sofa and blew out a long breath. Not only would I be down $10k from next month, but being 46 years old wasn’t the best age to go out and look for young women. Or so I thought. I figured that young women had fewer issues than their older counterparts and weren’t looking for anything serious.

Once I analysed my situation, I realised that I had a lot to offer a young woman. I could take her shopping, on holiday and provide resources that most young men couldn’t. In exchange, I would get my dick polished, and everyone would be happy.

I wrapped up the week at the office at 10 pm on Friday, then decided to head to a cocktail bar down the road.

A bouncer stopped me before I entered, looked me up and down and said, “Enjoy yourself.”

I figured that my formal dress code made him believe that I would get lucky because I exuded wealth. If buying expensive drinks was what it took to get laid, I was happy to oblige.

After drinking a double Johnny Walker Blue, I looked around the venue. A petite blonde had her back to me and was standing by herself. I figured that she would be an easy target, so I approached. “Hi, I’m Ron.”

She frowned. “How old are you?”

I winced, surprised at the question. “I’m 46.”

“Ewww. Gross.”

I didn’t expect that reaction, but it showed me that I should move on and not waste my time with a little girl.

The next target was a plump, black woman. Her ass was curvy, so I wanted to tap that.

We got on the floor, and I grinded her, my dick pressing against her ass. She smiled, looking at me over her shoulder. She grabbed my left hand and put it on her breast. I squeezed it and got harder. We made out, then went to the bar.

She ran her hands down my chest and grabbed my lapel. “Looks like you’ve got it going on,” she said.

I smiled. “What do you mean?”

“A gentleman who dresses well and has class is a good provider. I’ve got two kids, you know?”

The needle scratched the record in my mind. That was a massive red flag. “I, uh, I have to get going.”

She frowned. “What?”

“It was nice to meet you.”

I grabbed another double Johnny, then headed out onto the patio to get fresh air. I held the railing and puffed. Looks like this is going to be harder than I thought. A young lady with curly, shoulder-length, black hair stood beside me and looked out onto the street.

“Nice night,” I said.

She looked at me and smiled. “It is.”

I extended my hand. “Ron.”

“I’m Tanya. Nice to meet you.”

“Hope you don’t mind me saying that you’re very beautiful.”

“Not at all. Thank you.”

I liked that she appreciated the compliment and wasn’t expecting it like some bimbos her age. My best guess was that she was around 24.

“What do you do?” she asked.

“I run a tech firm.”

She nodded and raised her eyebrows. “Nice.”

“You?”

“I’m studying psychology. Following in mom’s footsteps.”

“Not dad’s?”

“I didn’t have a father growing up. My mom and I had to fend for ourselves.”

“That’s good. I mean, it must’ve made you strong.”

“It did, but…”

“But?” She shrugged, smiled and shook her head. “Let me get you a drink,” I added.

“Great. I drink Moet Brut.”

“That’s some expensive taste you got.”

“Are you changing your mind?”

“No. It’s just a random comment.”

At the bar, the barman told me that they don’t serve Moet by the glass, so I bought Tanya a bottle.

She was tipsy after drinking the bottle, so I thought it was the perfect opportunity to escalate. We got on the dancefloor, and I rubbed my dick on her ass. She had a tight body, so I ran my hands from her thighs to her breasts. Tanya bit her lip and put her hand on my ass as we swayed.

I spun her around, locked eyes with her and crashed my lips into hers. She ran her fingers through the back of my hair as she shoved her tongue into my mouth. I lowered my hands to her ass and squeezed it. She pulled back, pressed her forehead against mine and looked at my lips. I knew that she was ready for sex.

I grabbed her hand and escorted her to my Aston Martin. She raised her eyebrows, pursed her lips and nodded as she admired the car.

At my house, I pushed her onto the couch. She giggled, and I threw my jacket off and rushed to unbutton my shirt. I couldn’t wait to taste her pussy. Tanya pulled up her skirt and rubbed her pussy over her g-string.

I clenched my teeth and raised my eyebrow, then got on my knees. I pulled off her g-string, kissed her thighs and rattled my tongue on her clitoris. She craned her head up and moaned. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them as I continued the stimulation.

Tanya moaned, and I got harder hearing the lust bubble up inside her. I could only imagine how she would react once I stuck my dick inside her.

As I stood up, she frowned at me. I pulled my pants and jocks down. She smiled, looking at my dick. I grabbed her left leg and raised it to her shoulder, and her right foot was on the floor as I stuck my dick in and hovered over her.

I clenched my teeth and tightened my abs as I penetrated. She looked up at me, a vein sticking out from her forehead. Her tight pussy moistened the faster I penetrated, and she shot out piercing screams.

I stopped several minutes later to catch a breath. I sat on the couch, and Tanya sat on top of me with her back facing. She grabbed my dick and put it into her pussy, and our fingers intertwined as I held her hands as support while she jumped on my dick.

Her tits bounced as she screamed, and her butt cheeks slapped my legs every time she lowered herself onto me.

After she humped me in reverse cowgirl for about twenty minutes, I grabbed her ankles, spread her legs apart and stuck my dick in her ass as she leaned her back on my chest. My dick drilled her like a jackhammer, going in and out of her ass with more vigour than any vibrator.

She screamed as I rubbed her clitoris, and her hair brushed against my face. I pulled out my dick, tapped it onto her pussy, then shoved it back into her ass. Her deep, guttural moans made me climax, so I said, “Get on your knees.”

She leapt off and faced me on her knees. I jerked myself off as I came on her face and groaned.

I looked down at her and smiled. She wiped some of the cum off her cheek and licked her fingers. I tapped my dick on her lips, then wiped the remaining cum drops on her chin. She licked it off her chin, and I was surprised at how long her tongue was. I made a mental note to get a blow job next time.

After that night, I couldn’t stop thinking about Tanya. Her tight pussy and ass was constantly on my mind, and I couldn’t wait for her to wrap her long tongue around my dick.

I called her and set up a date. Over the next few weeks, we went out on several outings during the day and night. It wasn’t just the sex that was amazing; she was also smart, mature and caring.

Two months later, she moved in. I had promised myself not to allow another woman to live with me, but I felt that Tanya was different.

Six months later, she brought up marriage. I didn’t want to get married again, but I also didn’t want to lose her. She was unlike any other woman that I had met.

“Okay, but you have to sign a prenup,” I said. “I’m not going to risk my assets again. I got burnt the last time.”

“Don’t you trust me, baby?” she asked and pulled a puppy dog face.

I wanted to tell her the truth, but I opted for a neutral response. “It’s not you. Don’t take it personally. What if my company takes on debt? You’ll be liable for that as well. I wouldn’t want you to suffer because of my mistakes.”

Two weeks before the wedding, I asked Tanya, “Have you signed the prenup?”

“Not yet, but I will, baby.”

We had organised the wedding. It would be an intimate affair with a few of my business colleagues, Tanya’s mom and my lawyer and best man, Steve, attending.

On the night of the wedding, I said to Tanya, “I still haven’t received the prenup.”

“Baby, I’ve been busy with the wedding. You’ll get it tomorrow.”

The wedding day arrived. Steve had helped me to dress, and as I was about to step out to go to the chapel, but I remembered the prenup.

“Wait, here,” I said to Steve. “I have to take care of something.”

I knocked on the bride’s changing room door, and her maid of honour answered. She looked back at Tanya and said, ‘It’s Ron.”

Tanya shouted, “Baby, it’s bad luck for you to be here. I’ll speak to you after the ceremony.”

“We need to speak now.”

“Baby, we can speak later.”

“No, we have to speak now.”

“Baby, please.”

“Tanya, we’re not getting married until we speak.”

She stormed to the door. “What is it?”

I asked her maid of honour to shut the door on her way out. “Where’s the prenup?” I asked Tanya.

She grimaced. “What?”

“Where is it? You said you’d have it ready, so where is it?”

“Baby, come on. Don’t be like that. I’ll have that ready for you tomorrow.” She grabbed my lapel. “Let’s just get married and discuss that later.”

“Tanya, I’m not getting married until I have that prenup.”

Her eyebrows neared as tears formed in her eyes. “Don’t say that, baby.”

“I’m dead serious.”

“You’re hurting me. We can do everything tomorrow. Let’s not ruin our special day with administrative matters.”

“I want that prenup now. Where is it?”

Tears slid down her face. “I don’t have it on me. It’s at home. Why are you being like this?”

“You know what, forget it. The wedding is off.”

She grimaced as her face flushed. “What? No, please. Don’t say that. I’ll sign the prenup. Anything you want.” She sobbed.

I was confused and didn’t know what to do, so I stormed out and went back to Steve. After I told him the story, he asked, “Did she give you any signs that she was going to use you for your money?”

“Not really. She said that her mother raised her.”

“No father?”

“Right.”

“And they had to struggle while fending for themselves?” asked Steve, his eyebrows raised. “You don’t think she wants a ticket to the easy life?”

“It’s very possible. What should I do?”

“If she’s serious, she’ll sign the prenup. Then, you’re safe.”

I went back to Tanya and proposed that we get married the following day after she signs the prenup. She agreed.

The following day at the alter, she asked, “Who is this new priest? Where is the one from yesterday?”

“He was busy. This one was available. He’s good.”

After the ceremony, we signed the papers to make the marriage legit. I felt protected since Tanya had handed me the signed prenup before the wedding.

Two months later, she cheated and filed for divorce. Her lawyer sent me a letter stating that she would be entitled to half of my wealth since she signed the prenup under duress.

I called her. “Hi, I got the papers from your lawyer. He mentioned you signing under duress.”

“Yes, that’s right. It serves you right for pressuring me.”

“I didn’t pressure you into anything.”

“Yes, you did. We got married after you put a tremendous emotional toll on me.”

“No, you’re wrong. We never got married. Steve advised me that you might pull something like this, so I hired an actor to wed us. That wasn’t a real priest and neither were the marriage papers. Go read them if you don’t believe them. Thanks for letting me do all kinds of sick things to you in bed. That’s all that you were worth. Now, you know what it feels like to be used.”

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