Walking down Paradise Avenue, I spot a lady in a red, flowery dress that reaches just above her knees. Her tanned skin matches her hair colour. Moving closer to her reveals that she’s definitely older than me. I’d say mid-50s. Always wanted to try an older woman. I can just cum inside her and not worry about getting her pregnant.
She looks up from her phone and smiles as I greet her. Nice teeth. I like that. It’s clear to me that she’s hygienic. She holds eye contact, not blinking or looking away for even one second. She’s confident. Another trait that I like, unlike the young bimbos who are glued to their phones.
We chat for several minutes before she asks for my age. She says I’m young, which shows me that she already considered banging me. No problem. I phrase our dynamic as just a friendship. That will let her lower her guard and let me swoop in when she least expects it.
Valery introduces herself, and I see the ring on her finger. That doesn’t deter me from getting her phone number. She mentions leaving for the Maldives next week for a holiday. It’s fine. I plan to call tomorrow anyway to pounce while the iron is still hot.
A day has passed since I met Valery. I can’t believe I’m nervous as the phone rings. It’s not like me. I’ve been with much younger, more beautiful women than her who were intimidated by me. I guess it’s my ego rearing its ugly head. It doesn’t want to be rejected by someone it deems to be of a lower status.
She answers and is pleasantly surprised that I called. That’s a good sign. I know that means my dick just got one inch closer to her pussy. If I keep laying on the charm, I’ll be in there before she can even say, “I’m married. We shouldn’t be doing this.”
Who cares? I’m young, and she’s, well…just someone I can get sexual value from and possibly more.
I take her to an upscale steakhouse. It’s above my budget, but you got to risk it for the biscuit. She’s impressed by my choice of restaurants, and I know I’m close to hitting a home run. All that’s left is for me not to say anything stupid. That should be easy. Mama didn’t raise no fool.
Our conversation is lovely. She’s smiling and intermittently laughs at my jokes. I weave in a compliment to her into my stories so that it seems genuine and not random. She likes it. My plan is working. All that’s left is for me to pay the bill and then escort her to my car.
If she insists on getting into a taxi, I’m screwed. All of my efforts had been for nothing.
She briefly smiles when I suggest a glass of wine at my place and then looks around. Maybe she’s trying to spot a taxi to make a quick getaway. I don’t know, but I’m not going to give up. She has to be mine tonight.
Our eyes lock. I smile to draw her in more. I can see the sparkle in her eyes. She wants to, but a pinch of guilt might be holding her back.
“We’re just going to enjoy a pleasant chat with a nice glass of wine. No expectations,” I say.
Yeah, right. You bet your sweet, tanned ass that there are expectations. There always is with me.
At my place, I sit on the couch next to her. She tells me about her husband wanting to leave her because he’s found a younger woman. I can’t say I blame him. Rich guys have a lot of options. Why would they want to be with only one woman for the rest of their lives? It never made sense to me that a rich guy would want to watch his wife age when he can have a rotation of young women. That was my plan.
I know that her story is to justify her desire to cheat. She’s giving herself permission to ride my dick by explaining to her guilt that she deserves to cheat because her husband is cheating on her.
I stretch my left arm behind her and lower my hand on her shoulder. She looks at me and smiles. I know it’s her way of giving me the green light. Perfect. Been here plenty of times.
As she sips on the wine, I gently grab the glass and pull it away and then place it on the table.
Our eyes lock, and we smile. I lean in and kiss her.
A few minutes later, I scoop my right arm under her legs and then raise her off the couch. She laughs. I know that she’s impressed by my strength. She’s a tall woman, so it’s not exactly easy to carry her. I can see in my peripheral that she’s smiling as I carry her to the bedroom. It’s been a while since someone has carried and banged her, for that matter.
I chuck her onto the bed. She screams, smiling. I know that she wants me to bang her hard. Gladly.
She spread her legs wide. I clutch her g-string and rip it apart. Her cunning smile shows her enjoyment of my aggression. I grab her calves and push her legs forward. They’re now to the side of her head, with her pussy open.
My tongue waggles in all directions on her pussy. I stick my finger into her pussy and feel that she’s ready for my dick.
I hover over her as I hold my dick and slide it into her pussy. She closes her eyes, and I lower myself onto her. Valery’s legs are still in the air next to her head. That position is so kinky to me. I love it.
The headboard slams into the wall repeatedly. The neighbours are used to it. Valery screams. She loves my aggression. Which women hadn’t?
We carry on in that position for some time. She has gotten significantly wetter. I speed up the thrusts. The headboard is now pounding against the wall. She’s sweating and so am I.
A few minutes later, I slow down and then stop to give her a breather. She pants. I like that. It’s a sign that I’ve done a good job. I must say that I’m enjoying myself more than I thought I would. Seems like the old hag hasn’t got as much mileage on her as she would like.
I stand in front of the bed, and Valery flips over and then gets on her hands and knees.
I grab both of her butt cheeks and spread them, revealing her pussy. My dick slides in, and I grab her shoulders. She raises her head and I pull her towards me and thrust. My dick goes in all the way into her pussy. She’s loving it.
Of course, I spank her ass a few times. She loves feeling like a slut. Well, the spanking isn’t necessary for that. I mean, she’s a married woman in my bed. She’s not exactly an angel.
I’m fascinated with her anus. I can’t stop looking at it. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t want to give it to her in the ass. Doubt she’s ever had it anally.
I resist the urge out of respect for her husband. Although, I doubt he’d mind.
Her saggy tits swing as I ramp up the pace. I’m now giving it to her really hard, and she screams louder. Her sopping-wet pussy has gotten me turned on.
Out of nowhere, I twitch as my load shoots out. I bow my head and let the rest flow out. Valery was pretty damn good.
Two weeks later, the boss sends me a message to tell me the court date.
I show up. Valery’s eyes a wide, and her bottom lip lowers as she sees me enter the courtroom. You should’ve seen the look on her face when the boss’s lawyer called me to the stand to testify against her.
The boss promised me 10% of the amount he would not have to pay to Valery. His defence was that he left her because she cheated on him with me. He was a smart guy. Because of my testimony, she had no proof that he cheated first. It’s not like his bimbo would testify against him.
The boss smiled when the judge ruled a fixed payment of $2 million to Valery. That was $6 million less than the boss expected to pay, so I walked away with a nice chunk of change.
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