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 at twenty-three proved to be one of the
biggest mistakes of my life. Missing out on 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 in 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-dollar 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 deeper when she grabbed my ass, and she gasped as I thrust. Her droopy eyelids and tongue dangling
above her bottom lip told me that she couldn't wait for me to stick it
in.She spread her legs when 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 when I thrust. 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 my 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 meet a mature gentleman."
"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 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 your age," she said 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. I looked in her eyes and 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 a 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 the 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 hate cheaters and that I ruin their lives."
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