Happy, Rich and Slutty

Stroking her head, James smiled down at Mirei affectionately. He could be very generous with anyone he wanted to be now. Why should he be the only one to benefit from his gift?

"You really enjoyed tonight," he said, unnecessarily. "You're going to get a good night's sleep and wake up without a hangover and without any regrets or shame about what we did. You'll always remember me with affection, but you're not in love with me: you're just very grateful that I showed you how much you enjoy wild, uninhibited sex with younger men."

She sighed and smiled lasciviously in her sleep.

"You're not looking for a long term relationship right now," you tell her. "You're enjoying the freedom that comes with your divorce; the freedom to get young, viril men to fuck you vigorously and thoroughly. And you're very lucky in finding sexual partners. The young me you attract are never violent or possessive; they're grateful for your attention and know that they're insanely lucky to get to be with you. They focus on your pleasure and you reward them with the most astounding sex of their lives. None of them have STDs and you're immune to all communicable diseases anyway, so no worries about that. You only get pregnant when you want to."

James grinned. It felt good to be generous with his power. Not only would the former Mrs. Camping get to benefit from a fulfilling sex life, countless horny young me would also benefit. And no jerks, given his caviates. What else could he say to make sure he was leaving her with a pleasant life? The high school probably wouldn't be thrilled with a nymphomaniac as their geometry teacher.

He could make them okay with that, he guessed. But looking around Mirei's shitty apartment, did he really want to leave her with a teacher's salary? He thought on it, then gave a wicked grin.

"Your ex-husband won the Powerball Lottery last month,* he said. "But while celebrating at a rooftop bar, he was struck by lightning. Since the divorce wasn't actually finalized due to a paperwork mistake, a lawyer is going to arrive tomorrow and let you know you've inherited everything. You'll be independently wealthy and can quit your job if you want to."

He didn't know if she would want to, but she should at least have the option.

"No one will take advantage of you financially and you'll make good investments so that your wealth just continues to grow," he added. "You'll enjoy life to the fullest! Now sleep tight and dream we're still fucking. You won't feel bad that I left before you woke up."

It felt really good to leave her like that. He stood up and looked down at his naked and fluid-spattered body.

"I'm freshly showered, shaved and dressed in an Armani suit," he said, and it was so.

It was three in the morning. Was it time to do more good deeds? Or maybe some bad ones?