Chapter 9 Cheating Bastard
Claire
Life went on the way it always had, except since that day with Liam I’ve been drowning in depression.
Ian must have noticed something, because one evening he came home unusually early, all smiles. I was at my vanity removing makeup when he walked up behind me, bent low, and kissed my shoulder. He smelled different again, sharper, more expensive cologne, clearly chosen by his young mistress.
“You look absolutely breathtaking,” he whispered.
I forced a smile at his nonsense. “Thank you,” I murmured.
He straightened, reached into his pocket, and pulled out a diamond necklace. He clasped it around my neck. “Do you like it?” he asked, beaming.
I gave a tight smile and nodded. Gifts like this never moved me; I grew up rich, spoiled rotten. Ian knew that.
He’s the only man I’ve ever been with, until Liam. My family’s money and my late father’s connections were the reason Ian’s business took off. I had begged my father, cried, even starved myself until he finally agreed to let me marry Ian. And now that same man was cheating on me and trying to buy my mood with jewelry because he’d noticed I wasn’t the same.
“Well, I’m glad you like it,” he said, stripping off his clothes and heading for the shower.
When he came back I was still touching the necklace, thinking about his affair and how it has ruined me. He slipped on his pajamas, lay down on the bed with a smile plastered on his face, glanced at me, and added, “It suits you. Oh, by the way, I won’t be home tomorrow after work.”
“Is that so?” I said flatly.
He smiled like I was stupid. “Come on, Claire, it’s just work.”
“Just work,” I echoed, nodding.
He sat up straighter. “What’s wrong with you lately? You’ve been so moody.”
“Oh, now you notice?” I snapped.
He hissed, actually hissed at me, and that lit the fuse.
I stood up. “Tell me, Ian. Is it really work that keeps you from coming home to your family?”
His eyes widened for a split second. “I don’t know what you’re insinuating, Claire, but work has been hectic.”
“Has it?” I stepped closer. “And what exactly do you think I’m insinuating?”
He didn’t answer. Instead he did what he always does. “I don’t know what you’re getting at, Claire, but I need sleep. I’m busy tomorrow.” He lay back down, pulled the duvet over himself, and turned away, end of discussion.
I went to the bathroom and stared at my reflection. I looked worse than ever. I swear I’m going to confront him properly this time. My fingers closed around the necklace and I yanked it off in fury. Enough.
I marched back into the room ready to explode, and there it was: loud snoring already filling the air. He had the nerve to sleep like a baby while destroying me.
My fists clenched. Tears burned my eyes.
“Cheating bastard,” I whispered to his sleeping back, then turned and walked straight out of the room.
I reached the living room downstairs and crashed onto the sofa, hands pressed over my face. I was so tired, tired of thinking all the time, tired of crying silently, tired of being the perfect wife and perfect mother. My entire life has always been nothing but duties and obligations, and I feel like I’m slowly losing my mind.
Ian only makes everything worse. He adds to my stress, to my endless thoughts. He cheats on me. He doesn’t love me anymore, doesn’t find me attractive. He’s barely touched me in months.
Just then the memory of that day with Liam flooded back, and without thinking I sank deeper into the sofa, letting my body relax.
My fingers drifted to my belly, tracing slowly downward until they stopped just above my pussy. The images rushed in: how Liam had fucked me so hard, his hand tight around my neck, the sharp spanks on my skin. It had hurt, but right now the thought made me ache all over again.
I ran a finger across my lips, slipped my index finger into my mouth and sucked gently, head falling back. My other hand slid lower, pressing against my pussy through the nightgown, rubbing slowly. A soft moan slipped out before I could stop it. I slapped my hand over my mouth and glanced around, praying no one had heard.
I pulled my hand away from my pussy and sat there breathing shakily.
God, I want to be fucked so badly. Ever since I tasted a much younger, stronger man, my body has changed. My libido has increased. I need to feel that roughness again. I need it.
Ian
I slipped out of the house early today. I didn’t wait for Claire to wake up, and honestly I had no idea when she even came back to bed last night.
Truth is, I was sweating cold bullets. Had she found out about Pattie? As the driver sped off, that fear gnawed at me. I’d been pretending to sleep when she stood over me and muttered “cheating bastard” before storming out. I heard every word.
I prayed she was only suspicious. Because right now, I can’t imagine life without Pattie, the girl who finally put fire back in my veins.
If Claire knows for sure, she’ll demand I end it. And I won’t. I refuse. Not when I’m happier than I’ve been in decades.
The second I reached the office, I grabbed my phone and called Pattie. She picked up instantly.
“Hello, papi,” she purred, and just like that my dick was hard.
“Be ready for me tonight,” I told her.
She laughed, low and sexy. “I’m already wet just hearing your voice.”
I grinned like a damn teenager. “That’s my girl. I’m counting the hours.”
This. This is the rush Claire has never given me.
Evening finally came. I pounded into Pattie’s soaked pussy, relentless, while her screams of my name filled the room.
“Yes, baby, harder!” she moaned.
“I’m almost there… almost… ahhh!” I exploded inside her, and she shattered with me, her whole body shaking, sweat glistening on her skin. I collapsed beside her, chest heaving.
She curled up on my chest. “That was insane,” she whispered.
Pride swelled in me. Early fifties and I still fuck like a bull.
Then the worry crept back in.
“Pattie, baby,” I said quietly.
“Yeah?”
“I think my wife knows I have a mistress.”
She lifted her head, eyes wide. “What? Are you sure? We’ve been so careful.” She pouted.
I forced a laugh. “I’m not sure yet, but she’s definitely ready to confront me. And baby,” I cupped her cheek, “I’m telling you right now, I’m not letting you go. If Claire finds out, she’ll try to tear us apart, and I can’t lose you.”
She leaned in and kissed me soft and slow. “Maybe she’s just guessing. Don’t stress too much, papi.”
I slid my tongue into her mouth, tasting her, needing her.
Yeah… maybe she’s right.
God, I hope she’s right.
We went for round two, then three, until my body finally gave out. My breathing was ragged, limbs heavy; there’s only so much a man in his fifties can take trying to keep up with a woman half his age.
I’ve been changing things about myself for her: new cologne, tighter shirts, workouts I used to hate, just to look younger, rougher, more like the kind of man she turns for. I need her eyes only on me.
“You won’t ever leave me, will you?” I asked softly, almost pleading.
She smiled and shook her head. “Of course not.”
Then, casual as ever, “Um… what about the money you promised me?”
I laughed, shaking my head. I’d nearly forgotten. “You know how much trouble I went through to bring that here?”
Pattie never takes checks or transfers; she wants cold, hard cash.
“That bag over there,” I said, nodding toward the corner. “Three million dollars, all yours.”
She squealed, threw her arms around my neck, and kissed me hard. “Thank you, baby!”
Baby. God, I love when she calls me that.
“Go count it if you want,” I mumbled, eyelids already heavy. “I need to sleep for a minute.”
“You sleep all you want,” she whispered, brushing her lips over mine.
I closed my eyes with a stupid, happy grin on my face and let sleep pull me under.
I was a very happy man.