Melanie glanced at her watch and tutted, just like the little shit to be late. The little shit she was referring to was her husband, Jack, and it was typical of their brief marriage that he would turn up late to quite possibly the last time they would see each other (Mel hoped anyway). Not for the first time she cursed herself as an old fool for marrying someone so much younger than herself and so much poorer than herself, about the only thing she had done right was insist on that pre-nup.
They had met online, Twitter actually. At first it was quite flattering a 27 year old posting so much compliments about her so vigorously. I mean she had a lot of male followers and for someone in her forties she was still in very good nick, she still did a bit of lingerie modelling (not as much as in the old days but still) and her dusky looks and her raven hair were still very desirable. Then Mel had started communicating with him privately, started flirting with him and then sending him pretty racy pictures of her at his encouragement. And why not? Mel had always believed that if you had it, flaunt it and her body was worth flaunting. Then they had met and the thought of fucking a man 15 years younger was too much for her and the evening of their very first actual date she had led him to the bathrooms of the posh restaurant they were in and given him an amazing blow job in a toilet cubicle before literally dragging him back to her London flat for an all night fuckathon!
And it had been good while it lasted, they were at it like rabbits 24/7 and so smitten with each other that it was positively sickening. All Melanie's friends had warned her to various degrees of how hard she was falling for this cocky, young man but she had ignored them, calling them jealous.
They got married within 6 months of first meeting and while it had been good for a while the magic soon disappeared.
And then came last Christmas. She had drunk too much on the day, pissed off that Jack's present had been so lame. She had made some bitchy comments and he had fired back, that had led to her insinuating (correctly) had he was just living off her money. He had fired back with a smart comment about her age and she had seen red and slapped him hard. Instead of retorting he had fled the house leaving Mel to get more drunk because by the time the police that Jack had called arrived to charge her she was in no fit state to deal with it. The bad publicity had hurt her, losing her lots of work and embarrassing the hell out of her but in truth by that point she was relieved to have the excuse to get rid of Jack from her life, she would have respected him more if after she had slapped him he had struck her back rather than him running off to the police. There was no going back.
With the divorce pending Jack had phoned her personally and asked to come over to see her last week and it had proved to be a nightmare for Melanie. First came the bombshell that Jack had taken up with Denise Van Houten, a younger blonde rival of Melanie's. They had been rivals for years and had had many spats in private and in the press and their dislike of each other was well known. Mel had no doubt that Jack and she were together to further twist the knife into her but there was little she could do. But worse was to come, during their brief but extreme courtship they had really gone for it, doing stuff that Melanie had never done in her life before: taking drugs during sex, hiring a prostitute for a raunchy, kinky threesome, golden showers (both giving and receiving) and even one incident not able to be described on Literotica with Mel's pet dog Bowser. At the time Melanie had never considered how stupid these things had been but now she regretted them like hell and in truth, she hadn't been surprised when Jack had threatened to go to the press with these stories unless she paid him off.
"After all, "he had smirked, "I deserve some payment for helping out the aged, eh?"
It had been a comment designed to inflame her and it nearly worked, she had picked up a glass and had been about to throw it at him when she stopped herself. He was playing her, trying to get the police involved again. However, he had footage of the drug taking and surely the press could locate the whore so if those stories were proved true everyone would assume the rest were too. Mel could see her career and reputation going up in smoke and suddenly she had to calm down and listen to the little shit's demands.
He wanted cash and one last time with her, this time completely on his terms, they did what he wanted. Mel was sure this would involve anal, something she had steadfastly refused when she was with him, she had done it once before and hated it and vowed never to do it again, but needs must sometimes. So fuck it, she had dressed in sexy lingerie and was now waiting on her soon to be ex-husband toyboy, she had the cash laid out and would do what he asked and that would be an end to this whole sordid, tawdry period of her life. In fact the more she thought of this evening and what she would have to do, the more she thought that perhaps she deserved this as proper penance for what a fuck up she had made of her personal life and that it would stand as a reminder to her going forward of what her standards should be.
So Melanie had a few drinks (would she ever learn?) and was now impatiently awaiting the arrival of Jack. Actually it was a few weeks since she had any action so despite hating him, she was secretly looking forward to part of this, she really needed a good hard fuck, hence the sexy underwear and lace dressing gown as she sat in the armchair awaiting the arrival of Jack.
The doorbell broke the silence and Melanie got up and marched to open the front door with all the sternness she could muster. It evaporated quickly though when she opened the door and in marched Jack followed by an incredibly smug looking Denise.
"What the fuck is that skank doing here?" demanded an irate Melanie when faced with her enemy.
Jack made to answer but the smug blonde piped up before he could, clearly relishing this chance to have the upper hand on her rival.
"I'm here to see you don't beat up poor Jack again you violent bitch. Plus maybe I'm here also to see you get what you deserve for once. Also I've seen you in action in Jack's videos, maybe I want to see you guys in action for myself."
Denise was the polar opposite in looks to Melanie, Denise was cool, tall, blonde, thin and angular, Mel was dark haired, curvy and hot tempered. Both women were very sexy and sexual and as they went literally nose to nose Jack could not help but get an erection and wonder how he was so fucking lucky to have had both of them. As much as a part of him would have loved both women to get into a vicious hair pulling, face scratching, catfight he stepped in between them and attempted to calm things down slightly.
"Melanie, Denise is here because I want her here and to make sure I get what I want from this."
Melanie sneered at him but backed off and walked back into the living room to flip open a metal briefcase.
"Well there you go, the money's all there, payment for your services makes you a whore just like her!"
Again it looked like the women might go at it and again Jack broke things up, this time to stepping forward to look at the bundles of notes in the briefcase. When he reached for it though Melanie shut the lid.
"How do I know you won't keep coming back, again and again Jack? If I agree to your demands this time what protection, what guarantee do I have that this is the one and only time?"
"Hmm? I understand your point Mel, all I can say is that I will let you delete the film off my phone, I don't have a copy, honestly. Plus you know, I really don't want the story in the press either, it doesn't exactly paint me in a good light does it? And after all I'm dating a real star now in Denise, so I don't want anything to ruin that. I just need the cash I am due, you give me that and let me have a final night of fun and you'll never have to see me again. I promise."
