I stared at the silver figurine, reflecting the skyscrapers outside the window. I felt that it was long overdue. It represented twenty years of late nights, countless weekends and most public holidays that I had spent at the office. Whatever it took to produce the results that satisfied clients, I made the sacrifices.
“It’s quite something, isn’t it?” said Mr Lieberman.
I looked over my shoulder and saw him admiring my award. His fascination with it made me smile. I knew he was proud of me, but he was also too proud to say it. The male ego knows no bounds.
He looked at me, lips compressed, and nodded. I felt like a son standing in front of his father, desperately yearning to hear a compliment.
“You finally did, Winston. That award was well deserved. It took some time, but you got there.”
Receiving that recognition from him felt even more special than receiving the award that I had waited for years. The award acknowledged my contributions to advertising, but it is also a coveted prize for the big four agencies.
Mr Lieberman put his hand on my shoulder and handed me an envelope.
“What’s this?” I asked.
“It’s approval that I received from the board.” He nodded.
I opened the envelope and withdrew a check for one million dollars. My eyes broadened, and I looked at Mr Lieberman to confirm its validity. His vehement expression suggested that it was valid. On a few occasions, he pulled cruel pranks on employees. But I didn’t feel that this was one of those times.
I looked at the check again, then raised my eyes to Mr Lieberman.
“Spend it wisely,” he said, smiling.
He patted my shoulder and then turned away. I wanted to throw my arms around him and thank him profusely. That was the least that he deserved. But I feared that he would have an adverse reaction, and I didn’t want to ruin our special moment.
He stepped out of my office, and I looked at the hallway. The interaction with Mr Lieberman seemed surreal. I kept waiting for him to pop his head into my office and cackle because I fell for his prank, but he didn’t. It was just me, the award and a cheque for one million dollars.
I couldn’t remember the last time I walked out of the office at five pm, but I did today.
On the way home, I stopped at a florist and picked out the biggest bouquet of pink lilies. At the supermarket, I bought two tubs of ice cream and ordered a family-size pizza at the food section.
My phone rang.
“Yes, my darling?” I asked.
“Hi. Just wanna know if I should wait up for you or if you’re gonna get something to eat on the way.”
“I’m getting something to eat for all of us, and you should wait for me because I’ll be at home within half an hour.”
“Oh. Okay. Is everything all right?”
“Everything’s fine, my darling wife. I can’t wait to see you.”
I pulled up to the driveway and looked at our home. My father and I built it ten years ago, and I have another twenty years to pay off the mortgage.
As I opened the door, my two little ones ran up to me. There was no better feeling in the world. I grabbed both of them with each arm and held them.
My wife stepped into the hallway, smiling. I stood and admired her. She was still the most beautiful woman in the world, and I was a lucky son of bitch to have her.
She stepped towards me and kissed my cheek. I didn’t say anything, but she knew that I had news to share.
Delene flipped the pizza box open and stretched the cheese as she pulled a slice. The little ones had a slice each, and she and I ate the rest. Words were unnecessary to acknowledge the happiness we felt for spending dinner together. It was way overdue.
After returning from the bedrooms, Delene walked into the dining lounge and held the backrest of a chair, smiling at me. She slowly sat down, keeping her eyes on me.
“How was your day?” she asked.
I smiled, my heavy eyelids lowering. The jubilance I felt struggled to fend off the tremendous fatigue, bogging down my mind, shoulders, back and legs. I felt it seep in after stockpiling for years.
Opening my mouth and talking felt arduous. Instead of draining myself of the little energy I had, I pulled out the envelope from my pocket and handed it to Delene.
She looked at the cheque and then at me, smiling, her eyes incredulous.
“What is this?” she asked.
“The company gifted it to me for my efforts.”
She got up and crouched as she put her arms around my neck and pressed her cheek against mine. “Oh, my God, Winston. I am so proud of you. This is amazing.”
I put my hand on her arm, looking straight ahead. “On Saturday morning, I’m going to cash that cheque and pay off the remainder of our mortgage. This house is finally going to be ours, Delene.”
She kissed my cheek several times and then cuddled up to me. I closed my eyes and curled my lips. Feeling my wife’s pride for my accomplishment served as another layer of defence against my exhaustion.
I wanted to enjoy the moment with my wife for as long as possible until my body surrendered, and I had no choice but to go to bed.
“I don’t know what to say, my love,” she said.
Our heads swayed, pressed against each other. In my head, a lullaby played that soothed all our struggles and paved the way to financial freedom and peace.
Everything had fallen into place. I had a perfect family, a fantastic job, a paid-off home and a hefty sum of money to invest in our retirement. What more could I possibly want?
In bed, Delene nibbled on my earlobe and then kissed my neck before lying on top of me. I got hard, but I was too exhausted to move. She was in the mood for sex and considered riding me, but she felt sorry for me. That was one of the few times I was glad that we hadn’t had sex.
In the morning, on the way to work, I received a text. ‘I’m in the mood, Daddy.’
I smiled, feeling invigorated by the thought of stuffing my dick into a tight, wet vagina and pounding a perky ass. I got hard just thinking about it. Five o’clock felt like days away. I wondered if I could sneak out of the office at that time. After winning the award, I suspected that Mr Lieberman expected me to increase the pace to secure a win next year.
We had sex last week, so I missed her pale, slim body.
The clock struck two. Oh, God. How much longer could I suppress my urge to whip my dick out and shove it into her mouth? I wanted to dash off to the bathroom and relieve myself, but that would ruin the festivities later in the day. I wanted to bust a big load on her face.
At half past four, she massaged me again. ‘What time?’
‘I’m still at work. Sorry, babe. I’ll buy you something nice.’
She replied with a smiley face.
At six thirty, I walked out of the office after Mr Lieberman left.
I stopped by a Victoria’s Secret shop and asked the assistant for the most popular lingerie outfit. She pointed at the mannequin, and I smiled. Just thinking about seeing it on that hot body made my breaths deeper.
“I’ll take it. Thank you,” I said.
I knew that gift wasn’t enough, so I stopped by a jewellery shop and bought a diamond necklace. I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it, and I knew I wouldn’t be the only one.
“Five thousand dollars,” said the cashier.
My eyes bulged. What? No way. That’s way too much. But she already rang it up. I didn’t want to embarrass myself by putting it back into the drawer. Besides, we were celebrating. She deserved it after satisfying me the way I instructed her.
Half an hour later, I pulled up into the underground parking and then took the elevator to the eleventh floor.
I rang the bell and heard Antoinette scampering to the door. She opened it and leapt onto me. I held the lingerie bag and jewellery box in my left hand while holding her as she had her legs and arms wrapped around me.
She shoved her tongue into my mouth and slithered her tongue against mine. Her thin lips and sloppy kisses made my dick harder. Everything about Antoinette was kinky, and I couldn’t wait to explore every inch of her body.
She tugged at my collar and said, “Come in, you naughty boy. I’ve missed you.”
I stepped inside, carrying her, and she swung the door closed.
Grinning, I said, “You look so hot, baby. I can’t wait to be all over you, inside you and in every position imaginable.”
“Hmmm. Sounds good. I don’t know what you’re waiting for.”
She screeched as I fell on top of her on the couch. I hastily took off my jacket, and Antoinette loosened my tie and unbuttoned my shirt.
I put my arms around her back and raised her off the couch. Standing, I looked at her green eyes and smiled. Young women are the best. They have fit bodies. Their hormones are flying all over the place, and they’re extremely open-minded sexually. I loved that about Antoinette.
She slid off me and sank to her knees, smiling at me as she tore apart my zipper and then pulled down my jocks. My dick sprang out, and she stroked it several times before spitting on it. She knew I loved that.
Antoinette licked the bottom of my tip, teasing me. She smiled cunningly, knowing that she held the power to satisfy me. I was completely at her mercy, and I loved it because I knew the wait would be worth it. She loved to play games that aroused and irked me simultaneously, but I knew she would blow my mind.
She lifted my dick and licked my balls. My eyes narrowed as my lips curled, lust escaping my chest through my deep breaths.
I grabbed her head with both hands and raised my chin as I closed my eyes. Her tongue rattled in every direction, and I murmured. She knew how to hit the spot.
I turned around and bent over. She parted my cheeks and licked my anus. With closed eyes, I said, “Oh, God. That feels so good.”
Her tongue went deeper into my butthole. Delene never would’ve done that. She was squeamish about anal sex. I mean, seriously? My dick in her ass isn’t grotesque. It’s not like I expected her to blow me after pulling my dick out of her ass. But Antoinette didn’t mind that. Actually, she was the one who suggested it the last time we banged.
Oh, God. I felt like the luckiest man in the world. I had no idea what I had done to deserve her, but I was ecstatic about being with her. Of course, she loved the gifts that I bought her. But she also enjoyed our twenty-five-year age difference.
She grew up without a father, and I missed out on dating in college. Delene and I met when we were in our late twenties, and I often felt disheartened by not dating hot, young women.
Antoinette made that dream come true. And I thanked her by paying for her breast implants and lip fillers. Both of those enhancements suited her. I preferred the natural look, but her voluptuous features made her look like a sex goddess that had stepped off a porn set.
Truth be told, I had strong feelings for her. I was always afraid to admit it to myself, but I was on the verge of falling in love with her, especially when she made me feel like a king in bed. She stroked my ego by telling me that she loved how I used my dick and that I had satisfied her as no other man had.
I never asked her how many men she had slept with because I was afraid of the answer. I also didn’t care. As long as I banged her, her sexual history was irrelevant. The only thing I feared was catching an STD from her and transmitting it to my wife.
I wanted to use condoms with Antoinette, but her moist pussy slicked my dick, making the sex more pleasurable. I had to penetrate her raw. Any alternative wouldn’t make me reach the peak of my sexual arousal.
Cumming inside of her felt like I had released all the stress built up from work and home. She was my sanctuary. I loved spending time with her. On a few occasions, I thought about starting a life with her. But how could I leave Delene and my children? I could always see my children, but I’d miss Delene.
She fell in love with me when I thought that I would spend the rest of my life alone. We built a home together, a family. She didn’t deserve for me to betray her. I could never leave her and my children. They are my whole world.
On numerous occasions that I had sex with Delene, I thought about Antoinette. So far, I’ve never called out Antoinette’s name in my marital bed. Heaven forbid that happens.
Antoinette’s tongue circled my anus. I closed my eyes and groaned as she slowly inserted a finger inside my ass. As grotesque as it sounded, I often had the urge to defecate on her face when she gave me a rim job. It was one of my kinkiest fantasies that I hoped to eventually discuss with her. An extravagant gift would have to accompany my proposal, but I was certain that it would work.
She told me to lie on the bed and open my legs. My goddess had spoken, so I assumed the position. She jerked me off while licking my balls and fiddling with my anus. Oh, God. She was so talented with her hands and tongue. I surrendered to her mentally, emotionally and physically.
She could demand anything of me, and I would grant it. Not even Delene had that privilege.
“That feels amazing. You know what daddy likes,” I said.
“I think I deserve to be spoilt for everything I do for you.”
“Yes, you do.”
“We’ll discuss my request later. Now, enjoy yourself, Daddy.”
She turned her back to me and sat on my dick. I grabbed her waist, and she bounced on my dick, her pussy sopping wet. Her pleasure turned me on.
I didn’t mind if Antoinette wasn’t interested in me romantically or that she pleasured me only to receive gifts. As long as I got what I wanted, I gladly bought her what she wanted. I never understood why people scoffed at such arrangements. Both parties received what they wanted. What’s wrong with that?
She craned her head back, and her long, silky hair hung down to her lower back. I tugged it, and she chuckled deviously. Antoinette pressed her fists on the mattress. Leaning forward, she raised her ass and swung her hips, her ass wobbling as she rode my dick. God, she was amazing.
I spanked her ass, and she looked at me over her shoulder, smirking.
“Do that to me again, Daddy.”
I spanked her right cheek again and then the left. I grabbed both of her cheeks and squeezed them, feeling her muscles. Feeling the muscles in her legs, I appreciated her discipline for training. If Delene trained consistently, perhaps I would be more often in the mood to have sex with her.
Antoinette leaned forward and rested her forearms on the bed, her ass raising off my dick. She swayed back and forth, moving her ass closer to my dick. I thought that she would grab it and shove it back into her pussy, but she taunted me by swaying forward.
As she swayed back, she grabbed my dick and stroked it several times. The tip of my dick grazed her pussy as she rattled it. I wanted her to slip it in so that I could enjoy her wet pussy, but she deliberately deprived me of that pleasure.
I knew that she wanted me to beg for her to stick my dick into her pussy because she would demand a more lavish gift. My generosity was almost uncapped to please her if she satisfied me.
Antoinette faced me and pressed her hands on my chest as she lowered her ass onto my dick. I closed my eyes as my dick went into her pussy, feeling her warm sanctuary.
She squeezed my pecks as she increased the momentum. Hearing her wheeze turned me on. It sounded like she muffled an orgasm that compounded as she carried on riding me.
Her smooth, tight body felt amazing. I ran my hands over her abdomen, up her chest and then grabbed her throat, squeezing gently. She grabbed my wrist and closed her eyes as her face slightly reddened.
“Strangle me,” she said.
I knew that she wanted me to apply enough pressure to make her anxious but not enough to deprive her of oxygen. That was her kink, and I loved it. As I squeezed slightly tighter, I smacked her face. She murmured. I knew she liked mild aggression during sex.
“Ooh, you dirty slut. I’m gonna give it to you in your ass. I know you’re gonna like that.”
Her forehead creased as she frowned, emitting a deep, guttural moan. Dirty talk turned her on.
Whispering as though in pain, Antoinette said, “Give it to me in my ass, Daddy. I want it inside my tiny ass so badly.”
“Get on your hands and knees.”
I grabbed her small waist and slowly slid the tip of my dick into her ass. She lowered her head to the mattress and grunted. I knew that she felt slight pain, so I slowly slid my dick deeper into her ass.
“Oh, God,” she said.
I grabbed her shoulders. With a gentle push, I nudged my dick all the way into her ass. I knew that she didn’t enjoy anal sex, but she did it to please me, and I loved that about her. She made sacrifices to ensure that I enjoyed myself.
Sweat formed on my forehead as I penetrated her anally, fatigue infused with anxiety. I didn’t want to hurt her, but I knew that mild pain turned her on.
I sped up the penetration, making Antoinette grunt more frequently. Having my dick inside her ass felt amazing. I wanted to bang her even harder, but I didn’t want her to be in extreme agony. Getting carried away during sex with Antoinette was tempting for me, but I had to control myself.
I detected severe agony in her grunts, so I decided to stop. I pulled my dick out of her ass, and she lowered her head to the mattress and panted.
My tongue circled her anus. I hoped that it would soothe her pain. Her heavy breathing subsided. I felt that she had recovered, but I didn’t want to enter her anally again.
I kissed her back while rubbing he shoulders. The gesture was meant to serve as an apology if she felt that I had stepped over the line.
“That was good,” she said.
I was uncertain of what she was referring to, so I asked, “What was?”
“The rear thumping.”
My eyes broadened. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. I was certain that she would tell me that she never wanted to do anal again. Maybe she lied to me. Then again, I considered her a freak in the sheets, so I shouldn’t be taken aback if she did enjoy the rough anal.
Smirking, I said, “You wanna suck Daddy off?”
“Sure. What Daddy wants, Daddy gets.”
She provided the whole package—a great body, a willingness to please me and youth.
Spending time with Antoinette made me feel young again. I envied her because of her age. I wish I could’ve been with her when I was in my twenties. But she wouldn’t have found me desirable because I couldn’t afford back then the gifts that she wanted.
Everything happens at the right time. I had a great career, a family and a sexy mistress. My life felt complete. I shouldn’t dwell on the past and wish that it had happened differently. It was the way it should’ve been.
I smiled, watching Antoinette engulf my dick. It amazed me at the experiences that money could buy. I raked my fingers through her hair, and her lips curled as she sucked my dick. My father taught me that life will be the way I make it, and I was proud of my accomplishments.
On numerous occasions, I fantasised about ejaculating on Antoinette’s face. Since I knew she expected a lavish gift, I figured that this was the perfect opportunity. I had to get my money’s worth.
She tickled my balls, and I adjusted my stance and smiled. I pulled my dick out of her mouth and grazed my tip on her lips. She looked up at me, smiling.
I jerked myself off and told her to open her mouth. As I felt my load ready to erupt, I shoved my dick into her mouth, my tip agitating her throat.
I closed my eyes and murmured as my load spilt down her throat. Tears pooled in her eyes, and her face flushed as she gurgled.
As I pulled my dick out slightly, she grabbed it and licked the remnants off the tip.
“That’s my girl. That’s what Daddy likes.”
She licked her lips and swallowed.
After getting dressed, I pulled my wallet out and left five hundred dollars on the table. She picked up the money and counted it.
Pouting, and her chin and eyebrows lowered, Antoinette said, “But I also need a new pair of boots. You can’t expect me to wear those black ones all the time.”
I snorted a laugh, knowing that she would push her luck. I always gave her what she wanted because of her reciprocation. She kissed me after I gave her another two hundred dollars. A hooker would’ve been cheaper than Antoinette, but she made me feel like a king. Because she put me on a pedestal, I gladly splurged on her. She was worth every cent.
At home, Delene walked up to me, her expression suggesting a mixture of shock and disappointment. “Where were you? I thought we would have lunch together,” she said.
“Sorry, my darling. I had to rush to the office for a few hours. An important client called me at the last minute. I didn’t even get a chance to tell you.”
She lowered her gaze and said, “Okay. That’s fine.”
I knew that she didn’t mean it. Delene had a passive-aggressive retribution strategy. She avoided confrontations, but she also deprived me of sex. Sometimes, for several weeks. During those periods, I spent more time with Antoinette. That meant I spent more of our budget. Delene didn’t know about it because she never checked our bank accounts. She only cared about using her credit card.
My phone beeped. Antoinette had sent a picture of herself in the boots and dress that she bought. I told her countless times to email me and not contact me on my phone. Discretion was of paramount importance to me, but she was careless in that regard.
“Who’s that?” asked Delene.
“Oh. Just my client from today.”
“Must be a good client. I see you can’t hold back your smile.”
“We did a good deal.”
Delene stepped towards me slowly, grabbed the lapel of my blazer and slowly stroked it as she raised her chin and smiled. “Since that went well, it wouldn’t hurt you to spoil your wife a bit.”
Oh, my God. I should’ve made up another lie. Now, I’m gonna have to spoil two women but receive sexual gratification from only one of them.
I forced a smile and said, “What would you like, darling?”
“Well, another pair of shoes wouldn’t hurt.”
“You have about eight pairs.”
“Like I said, another pair wouldn’t hurt.”
I closed my eyes briefly and smiled. “Sure. Whatever you say, darling.”
At the shopping mall, Delene convinced me to buy her a jacket as well. I figured that she would repay her gratitude with sex. Starting my day off at work after having sex always helped me perform better.
We walked past a men’s suit shop, and Delene marvelled at a black suit. She insisted that I would look dashing in it.
I tried it on to please her, but I grew fond of it the longer I looked at myself in the mirror. She pressed her hands against my chest, smiling as she admired me in the suit.
“Wow. Look at you, Mr Hoffman. Don’t you look handsome.”
“You think I should buy it?”
“Absolutely.”
Since my wife found me attractive in the suit, I thought that Antoinette would appreciate me even more in it. I couldn’t wait for her to rip it off me and jump on my bones.
“Since you insist,” I said, cheekily.
“Wait. Let me take a pic of you in it before you take it off.”
I smiled and said, “Fine.”
I posed. Delene took out her phone and saw that her battery was low. “Let me use yours. I need mine in case I get a call.”
I opened the camera app for her and handed her the phone. She took two pictures and then told me to turn around. I faced my back to her and stood for several seconds, not hearing the snap sound.
“You got it?” I asked.
“I clicked on the photo that I just took, and the phone took me to your gallery.”
My shoulders stiffened. I felt a lump form in my throat as I turned around. “Let me get that for you, sweety,” I said, stepping towards her to snatch the phone out of her hand.
She frowned, looking at my phone. I grabbed her hand, but she held onto the phone. Delene raised her eyes to meet mine. She said, “Who’s this?”
“Who? What are you talking about?”
She turned the phone towards me and showed me a picture of Antoinette. I kept looking at it, rummaging my brain for the most believable excuse.
“That’s, um, my colleague’s daughter. He sent it to me to show the clothes he spoilt her with after she graduated from college.”
“But why would he send you the picture? Surely showing it to you would be enough?”
I raised my shoulders and smiled. “The guy brags all the time. Huge ego. Everything he does, he shares with the team.”
She clicked on the photo, and it diverted her to my messages. “He sent you the photo a few hours ago.” She looked at it briefly and pondered. “That must’ve been him when you received the message at the house.”
I frowned and shook my head. “No, it must’ve been sometime during that period.”
“You said it was a client. Why’d you lie to me?”
We stared at each other. I knew that I would make matters worse if I continued to lie. Delene waited for me to explain myself, but I was lost for words.
She asked, “Who is she, Winston?”
I lowered my gaze to my phone and felt my heartbeat slow down. Everything around me felt silent and still. My world stopped. For a few seconds, I felt that I was no longer alive. I was looking through the eyes of my body, which my soul had left.
At that moment, the repercussions of my betrayal hadn’t dawned on me, but I knew they would be cataclysmic.
“Let’s talk about this at home, please.”
Delene kept looking at me, her eyes revealing her agony. She did well to prevent the tears from spilling from her eyes, and she walked out of the store. I scuttled to catch up to her. She maintained a steady walking pace, seeming as if she wanted to get away from me.
I walked beside her, feeling her vanquished energy. I feared that she might collapse from being in shock, so I kept glancing at her as we headed towards the car.
Before reaching the car, I jogged to it and then opened the door for her. She got inside, and I closed the door. I walked around the car and opened my door, seeing her trembling as she bowed her head and covered her face with her hands.
I gulped, seeing her in pain. Knowing that I was the cause of it made me hate myself.. Delene was the last person in the world I wanted to hurt. She was the mother of my children and my darling wife. She chose me when nobody else was interested in me.
I wanted to put my arm around her, but I knew that she didn’t want me to touch her. She wept into her hands, and I felt my heart crumble into a hundred pieces. I love Delene. I would rather hurt myself than her. It was too late for that.
I waited a few minutes for her to regain her composure before starting the car.
She kept looking out of the window, tears coursing down her cheeks. I felt completely empty inside. The outer body functioned, but my organs felt dead. I didn’t know what to say or do.