How I Almost Caused Myself a World of Trouble Having an Affair with a Gangsters Wife - Sex Stories

How I Almost Caused Myself a World of Trouble Having an Affair with a Gangsters Wife

... dialled up auctioneers. I had no idea who Ms Mysterious was but assumed she was probably a high end call girl or one of the gold diggers that would often be seen hanging around. She sat unphased, looking glamourous with her long flowing jet-black hair, perfectly proportioned body complimented by a tight black dress, and beautiful olive skin tone. She had Lebanese parents which explained her Mediterranean good looks. She was my type, I was intrigued. I grabbed a beer and joined the boys.

I caught Layla’s glances a few times but we did not utter a word to each other. Then I felt a laser beam burning a hole in me. She was staring, but when our eyes met, she looked away and smirked. I took the opportunity to offer her a drink and give her a bit of chat. I was overly confident during this spell of my life, but I could tell Layla was visibly taken back by my forwardness and compliments. I would soon find out why.

“You’re Kenny’s wife??”

WIFE! I didn’t even know this man had a wife. It was not something I considered given the shenanigans that went on in Jim’s flat when Kenny was there. Oh man, I had really put my foot in it here. Chatting up Kenny Carson’s wife whilst he was sat right there. Maybe the only saving grace was he was too busy chatting at 200mph to realise. I went to the kitchen to pour myself something a little stronger. Layla followed me in. I apologised for my boldness. She laughed.

“You’re ok, it’s been a while since a young guy tried to chat me ...

... up.”

With her being 33 and me being in the final years of my 20’s, there wasn’t much in it, but the comment put me at ease. This was supposed to be Layla’s birthday night out and somehow she ended up in Jim’s, watching her madman of a husband get off is rocker.

Eventually we managed to get out the front door and Layla decided that she wanted to head to the Rewind club to dance [what was left of] the night away. Rewind was a nightclub for the 25+ crowd indirectly owned by Kenny, so it was an easy and obvious choice.

We were in the club for less than 10 minutes before Jim and Kenny done a disappearing act (I guess he takes this Houdini thing seriously). I assumed they went into office to snort more blow but it was the last we seen of them. Layla eventually dragged me up to dance, where we spent the rest of the night. The more drunk we got, the more it became a game of seeing how close we could get to each other before we crossed a line of it just being a bit of fun on the dancefloor. It was a dangerous game, but this wasn’t the first time thinking with my dick had got me into fucked up situations.

As the end of the night approached there was still no sign of the gruesome twosome. As soon as we walked out of the club Kenny’s driver who was parked just up the road started beeping and flashing the headlights of his Range Rover. The whole gang was inside.

“Where the fuck did you two go?” I asked jokingly.

“Ask no questions, hear no liesss” Kenny replied in a mischievous ...