After being married for twenty-seven years and feeling miserable for most of them, I had to get out of the house and relive my young adulthood. Getting married when I was twenty-three proved to be one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Missing out on the parties, banging girls and having the freedom to roam around without being questioned made me want to cheat on my wife.
“Going out again?” asked Belinda when I emerged from the bathroom.
She looked at me from the corner of her eye while lying on the bed with a novel in hand.
I fastened my tie and put on cologne before answering, “I’m meeting up with friends at a bar.”
She shot me an askance look. I could have cared less. Since I was the breadwinner, I didn’t feel the need to justify my actions.
Turning fifty last month made me realise that life was too short to be tied down to one woman. That was my second outing for the week. Before my birthday, going out once every few weeks was reserved for special occasions such as birthday parties. I had grown weary of talking about pension funds and the latest neighbourhood gossip with our friends. I needed the company of someone young.
The bouncer nodded and smiled after he looked at my attire. He knew that I meant business, so he patted me on the shoulder and wished me luck.
My mood dipped after I looked around the club and saw that most people had hooked up already, leaving me with limited options. The female bartender raised her eyebrows after handing me a drink. She smiled after I handed her a ten-buck tip. It was a pity that money needed to be exchanged for her to have a positive reaction to me.
My back leaned on the bar as I scanned the dance floor. A cutie flashed a smile at me over her shoulder. I thought she was polite, so I reciprocated. During her prolonged gaze at me, I thought that her intent was more than friendliness.
I got hard while thinking that she wanted me to bang her. I pictured taking her to a hotel room and flinging her onto the bed. She screamed as I leapt onto her before nibbling her earlobe and biting her neck. After she removed my blazer, I pulled up her skirt to wrap her legs around me.
My dick bulged more as she grabbed my ass, and she gasped when I thrust. Her droopy eyelids and her tongue dangling above her bottom lip told me that she couldn’t wait for me to stick it in.
She spread her legs as I shifted back. I pulled down her panties and circled her clit with my tongue. Her back arched as she moaned. My two fingers filled her hole, and she grimaced. A sly smile appeared on my face after realising the power I had over her. I loved that not a single hair encompassed her vagina, so I clutched her legs and pulled her towards me while standing in front of the bed.
She smiled as I tapped my dick on her clit. I stuck it in and saw a vein protrude from her forehead, and she clenched her teeth and closed her eyes as I thrust. As I penetrated faster, and she screamed.
I grabbed her waist and lowered my groin so that it would pummel her wall. Her face flushed as I pounded her.
I tapped her thigh to inform her that she should get on all fours. Her little butt looked adorable, so I stroked it before tapping my dick on her crack. As I slid it down past her anus and stuck it into her pussy, she swayed forward. I spanked her ass, then grabbed her waist and pounded her like a jackhammer. Her head dangled as she sputtered screams. When I climaxed, I pulled out my dick and…
A drunk guy snapped me out of reverie as he jolted my elbow and spilt my drink. After wiping the whisky off my hand, I saw that the girl kept glancing at me. My boner motivated me to approach.
“Hi. I’m Nick.”
She smiled and said, “Kayleigh.”
“That’s a beautiful name to suit a beautiful face.”
Her eyebrows raised as she nodded. “I’m impressed. It’s not often that I get a mature gentleman to be so straightforward.”
“I don’t see the point in wasting time,” I said and put my hand on her waist.
She swayed her hips and backed her ass up on my groin, and I put my arm over her abdomen and rubbed my boner on her ass. She smiled and looked over her shoulder to stroke my face, then ran her hand down my leg and bent over. The guys surrounding us looked at her before staring at me.
After snapping her head up, she turned around and put her arms around me. I grabbed her ass and smiled. She swayed her index finger in front of my face. I knew that was her way of playing hard to get and that it would be a matter of time before I banged her. She grabbed my hand and escorted me to the bar.
“Hope you don’t mind me asking how old you are,” she asked after I bought her a drink.
“Fifty. You?”
“I’m eighteen.”
Oh, my God. I can’t believe my luck. I’m gonna tear that tight pussy apart. “What do you do?”
“I wanna study psychology after travelling the world.” I noticed that she glanced at my fingers. “No ring?” she asked.
I had always been a terrible liar, but I considered it for the sake of dipping my stick in. When I looked in her eyes, I saw a girl who was eager to embrace the world and all its good. The last thing she needed was a guy who should be her role model to deceive her.
“Actually, I’m married.”
“Then, what are you doing here with me?”
“My wife and I have been having problems. I needed to get out and have some fun.”
“So, fun for you means grinding a girl at a club?”
“I’m a man. We have needs.”
“At least, you’re honest. Willing to cheat but honest.”
Kayleigh grabbed my hand and escorted me out of the club to the parking lot. When we got to her car, I thought that sex was imminent.
“I’m gonna do you a massive favour,” she said. A smile appeared on my face. She shook her head. “No. Not that kind of favour. I hate cheaters. I just had a boyfriend break my heart by cheating on me, so I’m not going to indulge in your extramarital affairs. Believe me; I ruined his life. Since you had the decency to be honest, I’m gonna save you a lot of money.”
“What do you mean?”
“Nick, your wife hired me to lure you into having sex with me so that she could divorce you and take your possessions.”
My forehead wrinkled as I leaned in. “What?”
“Yeah. This was a trap.”
I shook my head. “I can’t believe this. What? Are you serious?”
“Yes. Belinda suspected that you were having an affair because you started going out a lot. She thought that you were going to divorce her, so she didn’t want to walk away empty-handed.”
“I can’t believe this.”
Kayleigh proposed a plan.
I bit my finger and looked at the ground to ponder my next move. “My lawyer is going to send you the papers on Monday morning.”
“I’ll send you a message once I’ve signed,” she said.
On my way home from work on Monday afternoon, Kayleigh’s message came through. Belinda was making food when I walked into the kitchen. I handed her papers.
“What’s this?” she asked.
“It’s what you wanted. Congratulations, we’re getting a divorce.”
She gaped while perusing the papers. “What the hell is this all about?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Belinda. I know about Kayleigh.”
Her lips parted, and her eyes widened. “She told you?”
“Yes.”
“Okay, maybe getting her to spy on you wasn’t the right thing to do, but how can you divorce me over that?”
“Nice try. She told me about you wanting me to sleep with her so that you can file for divorce and take the house and the cars.”
She grimaced. “What? That’s preposterous. I never wanted her to sleep with you. She was supposed to follow you to see if you were having an affair with other women, not her. Why would I want my husband to sleep with another woman?”
“To get my possessions. Too late. I already signed everything I owe over to her. Don’t even bother trying to get anything off of me.”
“Nick, have you lost your mind? Go call her now and tell her to transfer everything back onto your name. Keep everything. I don’t care.”
The solemnity in her tone and expression faded my smirk. I dashed to my phone and called Kayleigh.
“Please, tell me that you were going to transfer everything back into my name after my divorce,” I said.
“I told you I hated cheaters and that I ruin their lives.”