The Golden Midlife Crisis

By Calista Body

Spart, a 40-something-year-old married man, has been dredging through a crushing midlife crisis. His tonic to waylay such a malady was to visit sex clubs and fantasize about the young girls he'd observed. He'd never thought that he would share his taboo fantasies with the very object of his dreams - Jennifer. That fateful night would be the first day of the rest of his happy life.

 

This Story Contains - Adult sexual situations.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Calista Body
• Release date: Jan 5, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224915651

Calista Body

Simply put - I enjoy writing erotic taboo for people to enjoy.

Book preview

The night-seeking evening pushed a cool breeze throughout the city. Plastic bags and leaves swirled in mini tornado gusts across the sidewalks and alleyways.

Sanctuary from the brisk wind could be found within the walls of a club that catered to single people who sought to connect with like minded individuals - Club Zopar.

I drove my convertible into the sparsely used parking lot of Club Zopar. Pavement cracked and dipped, uneven across the surface. Potholes marred the coarse concrete, mirroring the souls of those who patronized the club. I checked the time - 8:34 P.M. I’m a little early. Typically, on most cold nights the fun at Club Zopar starts around 10ish. For a couple of lonely months, I arrived at 10ish and found that most single attractive girls had already engaged with more desirable men. I thought, ‘why not show up early and gawk at some single ladies as they walk through the door before anyone else snags them up’. I rubbed my hands together, warming my skin with each pass. The cool evening air fogged up my windows after I had turned the heat off. I drank the last bit of my bottled water and pocketed my wallet and keys. I stepped out of my dark red convertible and, with hands warming in my pockets, walked across the small parking lot to the main entrance.

Hello Shawn. I said to the bouncer. He was a large Spanish kid about half my age.

Good evening Spart. Early, huh? He grabbed my wrist and tied a neon colored band around it.

"Yeah. I wanted to scope out the younger girls here before kids