Money can't please her in bed

Chapter 1

 Paul and I had been married for 30 years. There is no doubt in my mind that I love this man dearly, however Paul works 12 hours a day and sometimes I am home alone. I get so frustrated and tired of this big house. Money truly isn't everything. I wanted more from my husband, but he didn't have time for me. Cheating crossed my mind a time or two. I dare not chance it thou because Paul had a licensed firearm and a temper of a wild bear but this time, I might just do it. All these designer bags and clothes he brings home weekly does not ease the cry of my pussy. I wanted sex, hot steaming sex. It’s like the more I age is the more I wanted dick. I wanted him to take a break from work and book a weekend in Negril at one of those expensive hotels and fuck me like an animal in heat.

I get so tired of the sex toys I bought in that sex shop downtown.I paired through the bedroom window and watch as the Gardner cuts the flowers. I wonder if he was in bed. He was a fine-looking young man with strong abdominal structures and looks about 6 feet, 2 inches tall. He looks about 25-30 years old. Nice caramel skin. The kind of man that would make the girls go wild back in my days. Yesterday when he arrived for work, I was in the kitchen doing my regular cleaning. He walked through the front door and said, “Good morning Mrs. Clarke”. When he spoke, my body shivered. I instantly saw why older women were attracted to younger men but what would a young man like that be doing with a 50-year-old woman like me?

My phone rang, it was Paul telling me he would be late again. That darn man was going to let me die of lack of sex.

All my friends’ husbands took them out regularly. Even dry foot Daisy's sex life was better than mine because she found a young boy that doesn't give her pussy a break. Last time I heard they were in Negril on the north coast at one of those nude beaches.

"I’ll be late again tonight Darla". Paul said as soon as I answers the phone.

“Mi know Paul, me know”, I said and kissed my teeth.

"You late every evening so me get used to it"

" me alright, I’ll just watch tv until I fall asleep"
"Pay Kevin for me, $10000 on the dresser, give it to him and tell him the job is his weekly if he wants". He hissed.

"Ok boss" I said before hanging up.

I peered at Kevin through the kitchen window before I opened the door to call him.

"Kevin! I called out "Just a minute""Coming mam" he shouted.

I watched Kevin as he pulled on his overall. His chest looked very attractive and bulgy. He looked like he did a lot of weightlifting.

"Young boy body healthy and strong" I mumbled to myself as he walked towards me with a smile.

I smiled back at him."Yes Mrs. Clarke" he said when he got closer.

"Here, this is your weeks’ pay. Be back on Monday if you'd like the job permanently"

"Oh, uhm, Kevin would you like to come inside for a glass of water or juice?"

"you seem hot and exhausted"

"Yes miss I'd like that" Kevin said after hesitating a little.

He walked briskly inside and I went into the fridge to fetch his juice and water.

"Juice or water?" I asked while I admire his facial features.

"Both, if that's ok mam" he answered nervously

"No problem man" I said and motioned him to take a seat at the dinner table.

I gave him the items and watched as he hurriedly gobbles them down. His Adams apple moves up and down while he swallowed.

"Thank you, mam" he uttered after he was finished.

He got up to leave and I quickly asked him to stay a while and cool off. I wanted to get to know him, he seemed like a pretty cool young man. If he was going to work here then I need to know more about him in order to communicate with him well.

"So Kevin, where are you from if u don't mind me asking?"

"I don't remember every seeing you around the area before now" I said trying to build a conversation with him.

"Me come from St Andrew but my grandmother live down here and because of the crime me mother send me down here to help out me granny, she said it would be good for me" Kevin explained.

I nodded my head in agreement. "Yes, that is true, can't have a nice-looking young man like you being mixed up with crime and violence"

Kevin looked at me shyly and said, " That she say mam"

"Stop calling me mam, do I look that old?" I asked

Kevin looked at me timidly and answered, "No miss, am sorry"

I smiled and said, " it's ok, no hard feelings".

"So, Kevin how old do I look?"

He laughed before answering, " about 45 miss"

I felt good. He thought I was younger than my actual age. Black women really age like fine wine.

I laughed and placed a hand at my cheek. "No Kevin, am 5 years older than that"

Kevin smiled and got up. He seems to be uncomfortable around me or he had some place to go to. I said nothing further. I didn’t want to come off as inquisitive.

"I have to go miss, my granny needs grocery" he said and waved goodbye.

I cleaned up the kitchen and went back to my bedroom. I was horny beyond comparison. I picked up the box of dildos and looked at them in disgust. "I can't bother with these tonight" I mumbles to myself.

I searched my closet for a sexy red and black lingerie and lay it on the bed. It’s been so long since Paul and I had sex. Maybe he would come home and see me in it and make sweet love to me. Paul had gifted this lingerie to me two months ago for our anniversary that I did not get to wear because he had a sudden business trip. I showered and put on the Lingerie. I sat in a chair and the corner of our bed and drank red wine.

I waited all night for Paul and when I realized he wasn’t coming I sucked at my teeth and went to bed.