My universe, my rules.
Nothing new or revolutionary. Just my take on a billionaire douchebag uses his billions to be a douchebag in a light story I hope you enjoy.
A story I hope you find this story fun for St. Patrick's but is not remotely realistic.
Minor detail: An eight-inch penis is 99th percentile and is not small nor is it common.
Warning. Not much burn on the cheating wife.
No willing cucks here!
Friday, March 17, 2045
It was a few minutes before midnight, Brittany Danner was in Dublin, Ireland at the Celtic Harp, a pub in the tourist areas a half mile or so from the Guinness Factory. She was on a sightseeing trip with the other women of her 'Rockin 50's' singles group. At fifty-one years old, she was attractive enough to get the occasional date, but most men her age wanted to date younger women for anything serious.
Brittany sighed and thought back about her life. When she was younger and just after her divorce, men had wanted to date for fun and the line of willing bedmates was long, especially after the story got out about her infidelity. It had taken several years to quiet the gossip about her cheating on her husband. Her time with her paramour seemed worth it the time it happened but quickly lost its luster. As the memories and thrills quickly faded the guilt grew.
Her ex-husband, Michael had told close friends and family about her cheating, but quickly grew bored of trashing her. It was a true backhanded comment when he said to her, "You are not worth the effort of telling anyone else."
She had lost friends and even had to face her parents who were not happy with her bad behavior. Not only was Michael done with her, she wasn't even worth trashing. Ouch.
Through news from her mutual acquaintances, she knew her ex-husband had a few relationships that quickly unraveled. When it happened, Brittany felt self-justified for her behavior, the helicopter ride, the yacht, the shopping in Cannes, the decent sex.... Eh well. Decent, but unspectacular sex on a private plane joining the mile high club was still a bucket list item safely checked off.
It was all great until it wasn't as her life unraveled after it all came out. Now, she felt bad about abusing her ex to the point he did not have enough trust left even for a woman who had never wronged him. Years on, that hurt the most, she tried in vain to start a new relationship with him and when that failed, she tried to set him up with some of the women she knew, all in a vain attempt to quiet the guilt that filled her days.
He was broken and simply incapable of the intimate trust a woman needs to be in a happy relationship with him. After giving up on restarting things with him, Brittany thought that if she couldn't find happiness, perhaps if Michael could. If he found happiness, perhaps she could at least look in the mirror and like the person she saw.
She would never let him know a chance meeting with a woman was more than a mere chance as she knew he would never accept her assistance in finding her replacement. After several dates, each of the women she had quietly encouraged reported the same thing to the effect of, "He is very sweet, but there is a cold darkness that hides behind his smile."
The fog in Dublin settled lightly over the town and she was the last of her group to leave the pub. She sat and pondered, wishing she could fix what she had done with a sad expression underlying her faux smile.
The bartender came up to her and said, "Last call. We close in twenty-five minutes."
Brittany nodded with a feigned smile.
The bartender read her expression with concern and asked, "What is the matter?"
Brittany looked at the name badge on the bartender that said, 'Patrick.' and half laughed, "The ultimate Irish name, 'Patrick.' Nothing except that I betrayed someone and in the process assured that both of us will die alone and unloved.
Brittany looked Patrick over. He was thirty years old if he was a day... or was he fifty? Somehow it was hard to tell. His eyes were older than his face. He wore a simple suede brown vest over a plain white collared shirt. His hair was the ultimate in 'Irish Red.'
Patrick was skeptical, "What do ya mean?'" he said in his Dublin Irish accent.
Brittany said, "Just that. I wronged someone and screwed up both our lives and now we both are doomed to live alone until it is time for us to meet our maker."
She paused and sighed, "I'm afraid I won't do so well on judgment day when I have to account for myself. I am truly alone."
Patrick looked her up and down, "You obviously have friends. I saw you with them here earlier before they left for their hotel rooms. You seemed to be well-liked by your group."
Brittany said, "I have friends in our single women's group for companionship, but will likely never have a loving man for myself again. I had the love of my life. I cheated on him and humiliated him and everyone found out. I had a man who adored me and I hurt him beyond words for thrills and adventures with a suave rich man. After hurting him he simply dismissed me and I'll have to give him credit. He never lifted a finger to fight a war he could never win against a man worth billions."
Patrick said, "Regret is the most expensive thing there is. I know three things. The first is, I'm the best bartender there is and that makes me the best listener. The second is, that you are the best tipper left since you are last in the pub. Three is, you are the last person here so we have some time to hear your tale."
Brittany laughed, Patrick had a relaxing air about him.
Brittany smiled and said, "I guess I could tell you about it. Perhaps you may see a situation like mine and stop it before it happens... You know... warn a woman what happens when she steps out."
Patrick crooked an eyebrow, "Perhaps if I see what you speak of, I might be able to warn someone of an upcoming disaster. Well, go on."
Brittany said, "Exactly twenty-two years ago, I was at a girls night out at a bar much like this when Winslow Charleston, the hedge fund manager came into the bar a few tables away. A few of the women at the table knew who he was and one even went up and talked to him. While he was talking to my friend, I caught Winslow's eye."
Patrick winced, "Sounds like trouble."
Brittany nodded, "Yeah. Big trouble. It started off pretty low-key at first. I was at Sherry Shenanigans, a local bar with a group of friends from work. It was a Friday girls night out. I had a few drinks, but I was not drunk and that is no excuse anyway."
Brittany thought back and told her story...
Friday, March 17, 2023
Madison noticed him first., "Hey! Isn't that Winslow Charleston, the manager of Charleston Funds? He is sek-say and worth billions. What is he doing here with us regular folks?"
One of the women in my group, Sara, went to his table to flirt and talk to him. She was a busty blonde who often could break the ice with men and often got us drinks from them. Though married, she loved the power her pretty face, blonde hair, and large bust gave her over men.
As Madison talked to me, I was watching Sara who talked to Winslow and made him smile. She leaned over giving a good view of her ample cleavage. Sara was proud of her bust and had even flashed men many times. He looked at our group then he looked at our table and finally, he saw me and smiled his billion-dollar smile. After a bit, Winslow got up and held my gaze as he approached. At first, it seemed he was just going to join our table but as he got closer he headed directly for me.
Honestly, I was completely shocked as the rich and very good-looking Winslow came up to me and introduced himself, "Hello, I am Winslow and you are a very attractive woman, may I buy you a drink?"
I just sat there stunned that this highest of high-end men had noticed and taken an interest in me. I was in a fog when I nodded. I knew he was flirting hard, but I dismissed it and believed I could handle it. Winslow was every bit the charmer willing to work his magic and take it slow with me. Sex was never mentioned that night and he only mentioned his wealth in passing, speaking of a trip to the South of France that he had taken the past summer.
Brittany came back to the present and looked at Patrick, "I knew what he was doing, but I told myself it was just harmless. He knew I was married and he even complimented my husband that he was the luckiest man in the world. He was the ultimate charmer full of compliments and knew how to use his looks and charisma to full effect.
She sighed, "I knew in my heart what he was doing and I let it go on. Nothing really happened that night. After a half hour, he smiled and took his leave, but not before learning a lot of things about me including where I worked. Still. Nothing and he did not even try for a kiss."
Brittany sighed and took a sip of her drink then thought back again, "So a few days later, it was the last day in March on a Friday and usually I will treat myself to a Chick-fil-A grilled nuggets and a sweet tea for lunch.
I walked out the door at work and literally bumped into Winslow.
He acted surprised, "Oh sorry."
He paused and said, "Well this is a coincidence!"
I knew it wasn't, but I went with it anyway and smiled a knowing smile, "I bet not."
He looked at me and said, "Guilty. Want lunch? Just lunch I promise."
Foolishly, I said yes and we walked three blocks to Madrid's, a high-end place and we had lunch and it really was just lunch except I agreed to meet him on the following Wednesday for another lunch date.
I met him for lunch on the following Wednesday again and he again mentioned his trips to the Mediterranean the previous summer and how enjoyable they were with the places to see, the clubs, and the nightlife. He lived the high life there among the rich and beautiful. Looking back it was all a seduction and I knowingly walked right into it.
Brittany paused, "He played it slow and sure. He held my hand but that was the extent of it. Lunch took ninety minutes so I worked a half hour late to make up for it. An extra half hour of work is not uncommon for me and it went completely unnoticed by my husband."
I had another lunch and I knew in my heart it was a matter of time, I put Winslow's number in my phone under the name 'Winnie'. I knew in the back of my mind I was going to eventually cheat, but I let it happen. It felt too good to be wanted by the rich and powerful charmer.
Brittany came back to the present and sighed, "Winslow was busy the next week, but we had a lunch date on Friday following on the 14th of April. Winslow held my hand and as we left the restaurant, we kissed."
