The Murderous Ex-wife

Shenell's POV

“Charlie? What the hell is going on here?” I screamed, and my bag immediately dropped to the ground out of shock.

My husband was entangled with another woman on the couch, kissing and fucking her so hard.

My hands began to tremble, my throat instantly went dry, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

Despite my presence, Charlie still didn't flinch, he continued to bang his mistress so hard until she squirt all over him.

She let out a loud, satisfying moan and they both sat up on the coach, now looking towards me.

“Can't you see I'm busy, young woman.” Charlie slurred as if what he was doing was right.

“How…how dare you?!” I shrieked, tears had already formed in my eyes

I expected Charlie to feel guilty and probably apologize to me, but instead, he introduced his mistress to me, “Meet Zoey, the woman that makes me feel things you never could.” He mocked.

“Charlie…I'm your wife…” I couldn't believe I was reminding him of my place in his life. My voice went low, barely above a whisper.

“And so?” He snapped.

“What?” I sobbed.

“You never get wet, Shenell. You barely even cum. You're just…bad in bed. You're overly terrible and less sexually attractive, honey.” Charlie slurred and leaned forward to press a kiss on Zoey's lips.

“How dare you cheat on me…with your secretary?” I whimpered, my emotions creeping into my voice.

“How dare you cheat on me with your secretary?” Charlie and Zoey mimicked me mockingly.

I shook my head pitifully and gasped loudly, raw emotions spilling out of my expression.

Charlie and I have been married for three years, but he never told me anything about my performance in bed. At least he could've met me personally to discuss this with me, instead of making fun of me this way, and bringing home his company's secretary.

I bet Zoey and Charlie have been having an affair even before now, I've always suspected it.

Charlie stood up from the couch, his balls bouncing and clashing against his dick. Zoey flicked her tongue on his shaft, and he moaned softly. He pulled his pants up and tucked his shirt into it.

“Don't just stand there, go pack your things!” Charlie growled as he stepped forward with a file and a cheque.

The moment he stepped closer to me, I lost my patience and landed a slap on his face, “You have no shame, don't you?” My shoulders and entire body trembled as I spoke.

He didn't flinch, instead, he smirked and sneered away the slap as though it was nothing.

“I'm paying you off, Shenell. Take the cheque and sign the divorce papers now. Go find someone who actually wants you.” He mumbled proudly.

“You're divorcing me?” I shrieked.

“Yes, actually! Zoey and I need a good time together.” Charlie slurred, glancing back at naked Zoey, and winking seductively at her.

I shook my head regrettably, and hardly swallowed the loud cry that was about to tear out of my throat.

A dangerous smirk escaped my lips, “You'll regret this, Charlie.” I whispered and turned around to storm out of the room.

The moment I approached the door, and was just about to twist the doorknob, I suddenly paused dramatically, and allowed my internal thoughts take control of me.

“You need that money, Shenell…you need it to start a new life.” I thought.

Even if I leave his house now, I practically have nowhere to go. I've no family, not even a pet.

So I spun around and walked back to Charlie who's now on his knees sucking Zoey's reddened pussy, “You changed your mind?” He mocked and stepped forward to give me a pen.

I snatched the pen from him, and glanced at him one last time before I lowered myself to sign the divorce papers in rage-fueled silence.

I grabbed the cheque from the table, and flung back his pen, but just as I was about to leave, Charlie strolled to his drawer and pulled out a suitcase—heavy on cash.

“The cheque is for signing the papers, and this is for your immediate cooperation.” He gulped annoyingly, stretching the heavy suitcase to me.

I'm shameless already, I admit it, so I didn't hesitate before grabbing the suitcase from him.

I opened the case and it was fucking stacked with thousands of dollars, an amount that could buy me a small country.

Still furious, I took the cheque and suitcase, then I bolted out of the room after giving him one last venomous glance.

I disappeared into the street, and took a cab to a bar. I needed to clear my head, and I could only do that with alcohol.

Funny enough, I don't even have a friend to call, nor a relative to go and crash at their place for the night.

It was raining heavily outside, a perfect weather to drink to stupor.

After consuming an unimaginable amount of alcohol, I finally dozed off in the bar.

A few hours later, someone came tapping me on my shoulder. I trembled, and jolted awake, groggily using the back of my palms to rub my sleepy eyes.

“What!” I slurred drunkenly.

“Excuse me, Ma'am. It's our closing hour already, you need to leave,” the calm, deep, seductive voice mumbled softly against my ear.

I flicked my eyes open, only to be faced with a handsome looking guy, well built, unimaginably attractive, and hell, I loved him already—he’s damn hot.

Still in my drunken state, I mumbled, “Oh my God…you're beautiful, I mean handsome.” I laughed.

“Thank you, Miss. You mind leaving now, I need to close for today.” He probed further.

“No, I don't have anywhere to go…look I've money, let me be your guest for tonight.” I slurred drunkenly, seductively biting the lower part of my lips.

“I'm sorry, Ma'am. I'm just a bartender here, and I need to make sure you leave before locking this place up.” The young, handsome man retorted, his voice was still calm and gentle.

“Come on, am I that terrible as a woman? Just fuck me tonight, make me a woman again. Just love me for a night…tell me, how much do you want, I've got money.” I begged.

“You need to leave now,” he insisted.

I lowered my head, and tears began to spill out of my eyes.

“What? Wait, are you crying?” He asked, he was shocked at my transition. One minute I was begging for sex, the next minute I'm crying out an ocean.

“My husband divorced me earlier today, he said I'm the most terrible woman in bed. I just need you to help me feel good so I can convince myself that what he said isn't true.” I sobbed.

The bartender sighed softly and lowered himself to his knees just beside me, “hey, look at me,” he mumbled softly, “You're beautiful, you're cherished…you don't have to prove to anybody who you're. Just be happy, okay?” He whispered, patting me softly behind my back.

I lifted my head up, and our eyes instantly locked, I didn't even think twice, I simply leaned forward and pressed my mouth against his thick, flavoured lips.

I started slowly, thinking he'd yank me away from himself, but surprisingly, he leaned into me, his hands gently began to roam my body, then my thighs.

We didn't stop, he stood up and lifted me up against the table behind me, and my ass bounced as he set me down on the desk. Our movement was urgent and crazily wild. I helped him take off his jacket and he helped me unbutton my dress.

In less than a minute we were standing body to body, breathing heavily loud, his dick draped on my thigh, ready to strike.

“Fuck me, please.” I mumbled softly and without a second instruction, he grabbed my hips to aid his first thrust.

I let out a loud moan the moment his head popped into my dripping entrance, “Fuck, you're wet!” He growled.

My hands flew to his hair and my fingers fisted into his scalp as I began to shake under his constant thrust.

Sometimes, he'd lowered his head and use his tongue to flick my bouncing breast, while he constantly used his massive length to rip my skin off my pussy.

“I'm sorry, am I too hard?” He groaned inside my mouth, still smashing me from multiple angles.

“Umm…no, no. I love you hard.” I cried, tilting my head backward to contain the growing pleasure.

I've never felt this way before, not since three years ago after I got married to that bastard, Charlie.

His balls clapped against my skin as the room echoed with the slapping sounds our thighs made as we smashed.

“Fuck, you're so good…umm…” he wanted to compliment me but he didn't know my name.

“Shenell…that's my name.” I managed to moan the words out of my dry throat.

“Vincent, I'm Vincent, but you can call me V. Everybody calls me V.” He groaned into my hair as he continued to thrust in and out of me.

“Shit, I'm cumming…Shenell.” Vincent groaned loudly.

A glutorial moan suddenly escaped his mouth as he drove the last and most painful thrust inside of me. I cried and clenched my pussy around his length as he released inside of me.

I squirt all around him too and the liquid poured all over him, dropping to the tiled floor like drizzling rain.

“Shit, we ain't supposed to do this here.” he moaned satisfactorily, now leaning his head on my shoulder, tired and exhausted.

“Thank you, Vincent.” I whispered, slowly stroking his full shoulder-length hair.

“Where are you heading to after we're done here?” He asked, still breathing hard into my ear.

“I don't know.” I whispered, nonchalantly.

“I could book a hotel for us. We could crash there—does that sound like a yes?” he mumbled, which sounded like a good suggestion.

I lifted my head away from his chest, and stole a quick glance at him, “Why would you do that?” I questioned.

He searched my face, “Because this isn't a one night stand. I think I just found my woman.” He whispered, his mouth was very close to mine so without another word, he leaned in and pressed a kiss on my lips.

He leaned his head back on my shoulder and I continued to stroke his hair down to his back, stopping at his waistline. His dick grazed my thigh slightly as he leaned on me, and my nipples poked his bare chest.