I remember very well the day I met Cole Deschamps, even though I had downed several whiskeys and a couple of tequilas. Ugh, what’s a girl to do when her husband is cheating on her with his secretary? Cole’s smile flitted across his face, revealing his pearl-white teeth, and his sparkly eyes drew me in as he approached me at the bar. His black hair was slightly greased with gel.
The moment he opened his mouth I knew that I would be on my knees that night or in any other position he wanted me in. Why not? After all, Greg cheated, so turnabout is only fair play.
After talking to Cole for an hour, I knew enough about him to know he was not telling me everything I should’ve known. But the Johnny Walker and my wet pussy made me overlook some of the caveats I should’ve questioned, and he suggested we go back to my place.
Greg was out again, so my place was just fine.
I gave Cole a tour of my 6-bedroom home with an indoor pool and gym. He stepped outside, and sand sprinkled onto his feet as he stared out into the sunset.
“This is an impressive place you’ve got?” he said.
My lips curled while pressing against each other. It was a place I used to call home before my precious daughter, Katherine, moved out and my husband barely spent any time in it because he was too busy with his whores. Now, it felt like a dwelling that had its soul ripped out and all that was left was a large, empty space.
Cole noticed my diamond necklace. Who didn’t since I showed it off? Greg bought me jewellery every time he suspected I knew of his cheating to shut me up. The one I was wearing was 18 carats.
“This necklace looks magnificent on you,” he said, hooking his finger under it and raising it slightly off my neck. “I wonder how it looks on you without your clothes,” he added.
I smiled and then slipped the dress straps off my shoulders. My dress fell to the floor and I stepped over it. Cole smiled and then stroked the necklace before lowering his hand to my chest. He stroked my left breast while his other hand reached for my pussy.
I closed my eyes and smiled as he rubbed my pussy and sucked my nipple. God, he was talented at it. I could tell that he had been with his share of women. I mean, it’s not like I minded as I wasn’t looking for another husband. Besides, Cole looked a few years older than my daughter.
“Lie on the bed,” he said.
He took out his phone and snapped a picture of me. I kind of minded, but it reminded me of my younger days when I took plenty of photos with my friends.
Cole put his phone down and then crawled on top of me, then lowered his chest onto mine. He kissed me so passionately, the way Greg used to when we first made love. He also liked seeing me in doggystyle and pounding me from behind.
I enjoyed the several spanks on my ass and shoving his finger into my ass. It was something different. I was a bit surprised when he shot his load into my pussy. It’s not that I stand a chance of getting pregnant, but that’s usually reserved for someone with whom you have a connection. Or am I just being old fashion?
Three days later, Cole messaged me to ask when we could meet up again. I knew he wanted sex, so I checked Greg’s diary to see when he would be away.
Cole came over on Wednesday. After a few drinks, we went upstairs. He asked if I had any other necklaces, as his kink was seeing me wearing nothing but a stunning diamond piece.
He watched me open the safe behind the painting. I pulled out the show stopper. It was a 24-carat diamond that Greg bought for me in Monte Carlo. Even if I say so myself, it was divine. Most people who saw it needed a few minutes to absorb its beauty.
Cole really went all out to satisfy me. Needless to say, he banged my brains out, not twice, but three times.
Two days later, Katherine called me. She told me about meeting a wonderful man that she had been seeing for a few months. The only reason she hadn’t told me about him sooner is that she wanted to be certain of her feelings for him before introducing me to him.
I went over to her place on Saturday. She and I had a half-an-hour chat before he arrived. She told me that she was in love with him.
A lump formed in my throat when I saw it was Cole. He was just as shocked. I’m certain that Katherine noticed the awkwardness between us, but I doubt she suspected our intimacy.
After I left Katherine’s place, I called John Williams, the private investigator I hired to follow Greg, and I requested he does a background check on Cole Deschamps.
I knew that he was too good to be true. The way Katherine spoke about him made me suspicious of him. Nobody was that perfect.
A week later when I was out shopping, Katherine called.
“Mom, I’ve been trying to get hold of Cole the whole day, and his phone is off. It’s not like him. If he was going to be unavailable, he would’ve told me. Something’s wrong. I can feel it in my gut.”
Mama didn’t raise no fool, so I believed my precious angel. I got home and saw that the safe was open. My 24-carat was missing.
Unfortunately for Cole, he didn’t know that John helped me to identify him as a jewellery thief. So I had my 24-carat show stopper replaced with a counterfeit, fitted with a tracker.
The police caught Cole at the airport.
That’s what you get for breaking my daughter’s heart.
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