41 comments/ 173950 views/ 36 favorites She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 01 By: jeffrey214 Susan was 46 years old, a college professor and mother of three daughters, the last of which had started university just that year. She worked out at the gym regularly and jogged with her friend Nissa on weekends to maintain her 36C-25-35 figure on her 5'5", 125 pound frame. She was a beautiful woman who dressed in conservative business suits, but with hemlines just a half inch shorter, slits just a half inch higher, and lacy blouses with necklines just a little lower than the other 'professional' women. She was married to Jeffrey, 44, her high school sweetheart. They had married within a year of Jeffrey's high school graduation, while she was attending university. Their relationship had always been that Susan was the dominant partner, and that continued throughout their marriage. Jeffrey had not gone to college, but had worked two jobs for many years to pay her way through to her doctorate in bio-chemistry, and then her career had taken off, earning the big bucks in a new company with new successful drugs. Later she left with a pile of stock and got a professorship at the University. So, naturally, as the girls came along, Susan only took a month off from work to have the babies, and Jeffrey became a stay-at-home dad and ran the household. While Jeffrey cooked, cleaned, ran errands, shuttled the girls to and from school, dance, and karate, Susan had attained the education, position, & money to provide the family with a good life. She also loved Jeffrey very much and was grateful that he had made the sacrifices necessary for her to accomplish what she had always wanted. For his part, Jeffrey had always known realized that Susan was a very attractive woman. She was accomplished and brilliant and very desirable. He knew men wanted her – powerful, important men with whom he could not compete. So he had made a point of staying in shape, being always supportive and attentive to her, obeying her requests and decisions, and basing his life on catering to her every need. He loved her very much and didn't want to become a middle aged, fat, lazy man. He was 5'9, 170 lbs., fit and muscular. His light brown hair was still full, and he was regarded by most women as 'attractive', but not really handsome. He had always tried to make the best of his situation. He had raised and loved his 3 daughters with all his heart, even though two of them were something of a mystery. Jeffrey had brown hair and eyes, as did his beautiful wife. He had noted that both his and Susan's parents were also brown-eyed. And yet, one of his daughters had blue eyes, black hair and pale skin, another was blonde with blue eyes and freckles, and the third had green eyes and auburn hair. He had always chalked it up to the vagaries of 'throw-back genetics' and had thought nothing of it. He had always concentrated on keeping his wife satisfied and happy so that she wouldn't leave him for a 'better' man. Now that it had been several months that the house was empty of children, they had settled into the new rhythms of the house with no extra girls around. They were content... And then one Friday evening, Susan came home from work, and Jeffrey met her at the door with a kiss and a glass of her favorite single-malt as was their ritual. He noticed that she seemed perplexed and perhaps a bit stressed. He ushered her to her easy chair, taking her jacket, and checked quickly on dinner. He returned to hand her the evening paper and began to kneel at her feet, slipping off her pumps and massaging her feet as he did every evening. "Ummm..." she moaned, "That's very nice honey..." "Always nice for me too, dear," he said. She took a strong swallow of the scotch, sort of cleared her throat and said, "There's something I've been meaning to talk with you about, my love." "Yes, dear?" he said. "I have been thinking about some things, since Laurel finally left for school and we're sort of 'alone' again." "Mmm...?" he murmured, concentrating on her toes. "You're such a wonderful husband. You've always been there for me no matter what, and I love you completely and always will." "Thanks," he said, "I love you too." "And I've been thinking about our sex life..." She took another heavy drink, preparing herself. "And I've been wondering how you would feel if I did something to sort of 'spice it up'..." She waited for him to say something, but he just looked at her happily with his eyebrows raised. She grinned and continued. "Well, do you remember when we were dating? You were working and I was in college?" "Yes, you were insatiable," he grinned, "you wore me out on the weekends." "I was," she grinned, "I just couldn't get enough of you." "It was pretty wild, honey," he said. "And that was when we knew we loved each other, and we weren't even exclusive yet," she reminded him. He said, "I was exclusive to you, dear, but I knew you'd eventually come around. You were going to parties and having a good time at school during the week. I knew you dated some guys, but you were mine when you were with me." His eyes glazed over in remembrance of those times so long ago. She picked up on his line of memory, flowing with him. "Yes, there were parties, and lots of different boys. Our sorority was associated with a fraternity of real rascals..." Her mind wandered a moment, and then she got back on track. "You knew I dated other boys, we talked about it back then. And I answered all your questions." She smiled, almost giggling, "And it used to make you pretty hot, some of the stories I told..." "Yes, I suppose it did," he said, starting to wonder where this conversation was going. She said, "I always knew you were mine and you'd be there for me. And you have always been, which is a big reason why I love you so very much. So I was thinking, perhaps... you know, to spice things up...I might, well..." She paused trying to think of how to say it. "What honey?" he asked. She gulped the last of the scotch down. "Date again," she said, looking him straight in the eyes. "You mean, date other men?" She took a deep breath, "Yes. But I was thinking more along the lines of boys, actually. I was thinking it would be nice to date some younger men. Many women of my age are happily married, and add the occasional young man to bring variety and excitement to their lives, and it brings home more excitement to their own bedroom too." She smiled, "I've read some magazine articles that recommend it for women in their forties – they say it improves their marriages." There, she'd said it. Now she waited for the blowback. Jeffrey was shocked. As far as he knew, Susan had been faithful to him for their entire marriage. He knew she had played the field before they were married, he'd even heard that she'd done naughty things with a stripper at her bachelorette party, but she had taken her marriage vows seriously. "I don't know what to say," he said. His mind was against the very idea of this conversation, but he couldn't help but feel a chill of excitement in his belly, and he felt his penis twitch of its own accord. "What, exactly, are you talking about?" At least he hadn't run screaming from the room, she thought. "I was just thinking about going out on an occasional date, that's all. No big deal." She tried to make it sound a small thing. "Everybody seems to be doing it these days..." Jeffrey figured she was talking about some of her friends. Her best friend Nissa, recently divorced, was dating a lot of men; younger men. He'd seen her with a man who couldn't have been 30 in a restaurant recently. He said, "Do you mean like for dinner and a movie? Would you kiss your date?" "Certainly dinner, dancing, drinks, that sort of thing. Honestly, you know, a girl can't go on a date without giving her beau at least a goodnight kiss; that would be rude..." "But I can tell from your face that's not all you're thinking about." He said softly. He felt the submissiveness he had always had toward her begin to grow. She was taking her dominant position in their marriage further than usual. He'd always obeyed her as the natural leader, and she'd made all the important decisions all their married life. He hadn't thought of her having an affair in a long time, and he'd always tried to pretend it wasn't an exciting thought... "Well, honestly, it would depend on the man. If there's some chemistry between us, then perhaps there could be a more than a kiss. You never know." "You want to sleep with other men?" She sat back in her seat, satisfied. "Well, of course, I don't have anyone in particular in mind at this time, dear," she said, and then she looked him right in the eyes and said, "but doing more than just kissing is always a possibility on a date between adults. When there's chemistry between two people, they might explore their feelings and desires, and that's quite natural." She watched him, waiting for a response. Seeing that he was still unmoved, she decided to put a few more thoughts into his head. "As I said, dear, it is a growing trend that women in their forties will date some young men to spice up their marriage, all with the knowledge and understanding of her husband." She purposefully left out the word 'permission', because it would be inappropriate anyway... "I have many friends and business associates who have added a little spice to their lives with a young man here and there. In fact, a few happily married women just like me have a young man that they've been seeing for 6 months or more. One even has dated her boy for over a year, and it's worked out great for her and her husband." She watched his face for a reaction, and she was very good at reading her husband's thought. She saw something there – perhaps the beginnings of acceptance? She continued, "I am just talking about some scientific facts. It is a fact that I am in my sexual peak, and I have strong physical needs at my age; whereas, you're waning a bit in libido – which is only natural for a man your age. It's nothing to worry about, dear, it's just the nature of things and cannot be avoided. "As you know, women have an evolutionary drive for variety, regardless of how society has hidden it. Scientists say the natural order is that a woman in her forties needs a faithful husband that she can depend on at home, and the space to entertain a few other men from time to time in order to be truly fulfilled and happy. It's simply nature, dear, nothing to worry about, really." She paused, reading his face and feeling a spark of triumph, as a small smile touched the edges of her lips. "We talked about this sort of thing on and off, all our married life, and the fantasy of me with another man always made you very aroused, my love. I'm just thinking that since the kids are now out of the house, we could turn the fantasy into reality. I know you'd like it too..." Jeffrey sat back on his haunches and stopped massaging her feet. "So, now you want me to stay at home, faithful and waiting," he shivered inside as he said the words, "while you go out on a date with another man? And I'll be wondering the whole time if you'll be late; and if so, how late...and, uh..." She smiled and leaned forward, caressing his cheek with her hand, "And what, sweetheart?" He gulped and replied in a whisper, "I'd wonder whether or not you and your date had the right 'chemistry', and whether you went to his apartment or to a hotel to explore your feelings..." "That's right, honey, and you'd be here waiting for me when I came home. In fact, I want my dating to be an intimate experience for us, to help us be even closer. That's why I'll call you several times to give you an update as to how things are going on my date. I've read articles about how a good husband will bathe his wife and help her dress for her dates. Then he can do chores around the house while his wife enjoys a little free time with her new male friend, while her husband waits for her phone calls. It's like the husband and wife are experiencing the date together." Susan smiled inwardly at the fact that the conversation had moved from reasons why she should date, to what would happen when she went on a date. Jeffrey was filled with powerful mixed emotions of fear of losing his wife to another man, but at the same time, his submissive nature was screaming "yes!" His penis betrayed the doubts in his mind, becoming completely erect and throbbing in his cotton gym shorts, a fact not missed by his observant wife. "Jeffrey, I can see that the idea excites you, and that's as it should be. I'll be dating, but you'll be participating right along with me. We'll be enjoying the process together and growing closer because of it." She smiled, looking directly at his stiff penis pushing out his shorts. "I promise I won't leave you for another lover. I love you and you are my husband for life. I live here with you and I will always come home to you. All I'm saying that this is a good time in our lives for me start dating some other men, and we'll both be the better for it." "What about limits, honey?" he said with a whimper at the edge of his voice. "How much more than just kissing your dates will you do if the chemistry is right? His mind was spinning out of control with images of his lovely wife, in sexual situations with young men. Somehow he imagined her in her luxurious, wood-paneled office, with one of her students standing next to her desk with his pants around his knees and her hands stroking his young, strong erection. Jeffrey's penis throbbed and leaked pre-seminal fluid, staining his shorts, as he imagined his wife's grinning face as she forced the boy to spurt his semen onto her mahogany desk top... But then he imagined more... His wife in a hotel room with a young man...undressing each other in the bedroom...making love again and again as the young man showed the stamina of a youthful stallion that Jeffrey could no longer provide her... "Sweetheart," she said lovingly, "it's not about limits, or no limits, it's just about a man and a woman enjoying each other in a fresh and new way. We enjoy each other as husband and wife, I will enjoy my dates and they will enjoy me simply as a male and a female. We will do what seems natural and enjoyable, whether it is only a kiss, or perhaps more. There has to be some chemistry between me and my lov...my date. It's not something that can be predicted or known until we have a few dates together." She paused a moment, looking at him. "You know this will make our marriage much stronger, you'll see. It will increase my love and appreciation for you. And I'll be coming home to you when my dates are over, honey, you're the man I will always come home to." That seemed reasonable. But Jeffrey knew it wasn't. He knew that she was planning more than to merely date other men. He knew that she wanted to have sex with other men. It excited him and he couldn't fight the approval he felt in his penis any longer. He had only one more question. "When are you thinking of going on your first date?" She smiled in triumph. "I think I'd like to go on a date tomorrow night. Nissa's beau has a friend that wants to meet me. Isn't that nice? So...would you like to help me prepare for my date tomorrow evening?" He nodded, and felt the tingling in his belly spin wildly. Friday night came as he knew it would. Jeffrey had been loathing it and full of excited anticipation at the same time. Susan came home a little early, in a very good mood for once, and proceeded announce that she wouldn't eat any of the dinner Jeffrey had prepared since her date would buy her dinner at the club. "Which club, dear?" asked Jeffrey. "The Jasmine, it's just off the freeway at Beckinsdale, dear, you know the place." She was happily undressing and getting ready for the bath he had prepared. "It's in the Hilton Hotel, I think..." she added. "A Hotel?" Jeffrey asked, feeling shivers in his stomach. "Of course dear, lots of the best dance establishments are in hotels silly boy." Susan busied herself laying out the dress and underwear and shoes she had chosen for her date. She'd said the young man's name was William, and he had a nice job in the city – a stock broker, she thought. Jeffrey had been afraid to ask about the age of her date, assuming he was less than 30, like Nissa's latest beau. When Susan had finished selecting her clothing for the evening, she happily slipped into the bath. She had only an hour to get ready, so she knew the bath would have to be short, "let's get cracking, honey," Jeffrey noticed the clothes that she had laid out on the bed were new. He'd never seen the dress or the shoes before. The halter dress was short, black, and slinky, and the heels were at least 3". He also noticed that she had not laid out a bra – there was only a sheer lace black thong – and the dress, and the shoes. Oh, my, he thought... He hurried back to begin washing Susan's entire body with a lufa, as he usually did, and then set about shaving her legs carefully and methodically. He had been about his work very diligently, such that he hadn't previously noticed what was now before his eyes as he began to shave Susan's thighs. She must have trimmed her pubic hair with an electric trimmer that morning, because he had never seen her hair this short before. She had always had a bikini wax, keeping her triangle of pubic hair smaller than nature intended, but now those hairs were trimmed extremely short. She saw that he noticed and said, "Honey, I've decided to go bare down there, so I want you to shave my pubes once you've finished with my legs." "Yes, dear," he murmured, gulping his breath. Oh, my, he thought again. He completed the task, taking great care not to leave the slightest nick on her delicate vulva, rinsed her thoroughly, and helped her out of the bath to towel her off. Susan proceeded to look at herself naked in the mirror, and admire her new hairless state. "My," she said, "If I'd known I would look this good, I'd have shaved years ago, dear. Don't you think I look marvelous?" "Yes, dear," he said, thinking I'm sure your date will love it. She completed her makeup, deodorant, and perfume in record time, and then slipped into the thong, shimmied into the tiny dress, and stepped into the black 3" pumps. He had to admit, she looked good enough to eat! He saw that the dress clung to her hips and ass like a second skin, and that the hem went only to mid thigh. As for the halter top, the gathered fabric wrapped around her neck and deployed downward, spreading out to cover most of her breasts, but leaving a little bit of soft round flesh visible from the sides. As to the plunging neckline; it plunged. From her neck downward, the width of visible skin didn't really narrow until half way between her breasts and her navel, where it med the high waist with a 2" wide gap still remaining. The swaths of fabric covered most of her breasts, but in a very seductive way, and her nipples could be clearly seen. Oh, my, he thought. Susan twirled in front of her husband. "You like?" she asked coyly. He marveled at his wife of 26 years, she was beautiful, and her body was still that of a 29 year old Doctoral candidate. Her stunning curves were displayed with complete clarity by the dress. "You're...amazing," he said, much to her delight. Just then the doorbell rang and Jeffrey went to answer it as Susan got a long fur coat from the closet. She grabbed her purse and checked its contents; lipstick, eye liner, perfume, blush and compact, a little hair brush. What was missing...ah, that's it, she thought, just in case things go well, and they'd better go well in this dress. She smiled. She opened a drawer and dug into a secret little spot under some books, removing a little box of 6 condoms. She opened the box and slipped the string of condoms in their foil wrappers into the bottom of her little black purse, tossing the box into the trash can without thinking... She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 01 Jeffrey opened the door to see Nissa, Susan's best buddy from college days. "Hi, Jeffrey," she said gaily, walking past him into the room. Nissa was brown haired and certainly voluptuous, if on a slightly wider frame than Susan. She was pretty, but not gorgeous. She had always been nice to Jeffrey, but treated him as what he was – Susan's stay-at-home husband – and therefore not a real man. Jeffrey thought Nissa was a very big part of the reason Susan was going out on a 'date'. She was providing the opportunity, through her beau's friend, and Jeffrey was sure Nissa had been pressuring and cajoling Susan about the virtues of young men since her divorce almost a year ago. "Is Suzy ready?" Nissa asked. "Yes, I think so," said Jeffrey, just in time to see Susan come into the entry hall wearing the long mink coat to stay warm with such a skimpy dress on underneath. The girls hugged and gave air-kisses, and headed for the door. Susan looked over her shoulder, "Jeffrey, be a dear and clean the bathrooms while I'm out. Ok honey? And do stay near the phone so you can pick up quickly when I call." He was just saying, "Yes, dear," as the door shut and the two women were gone. Gone out on a date – his wife was going out on a date – with another man. Oh, my, he thought. He felt a strange combination of emptiness and exhilaration in his belly; he was defeated and excited at the same time. On the one hand it was humiliating that his wife had convinced him that she should date other men, to 'spice things up'. But he couldn't help noting that this very humiliation was keeping his penis just a little stiff and just a little throbbing. On the edge of becoming fully erect. Jeffrey got his cleaning supplies and began with the master bedroom, keeping one of the cordless phones with him wherever he went. He was determined to answer on the first ring whenever Susan called him. After he finished cleaning the bathtub, shower, toilet, sinks, counter, and floor, he went to empty the trash can. There was a small empty condom box in the trash. It wasn't there an hour ago. Oh, my, he thought. An hour and a half later, all three bathrooms were sparkling clean and Jeffrey sat on the sofa watching a repeat of an old super bowl from the 80's on the NFL replay channel. The phone rang, nearly stopping Jeffrey's heart, which had been steadily increasing in tempo for the last half hour. He quickly picked it up and tentatively said, "Hello?" There was a lot of background noise. Electronic music was blaring and there were many people talking nearby, so it was hard to make out Susan's voice as she said, "Hi, honey, how's it going?" "All fine here," he said, wanting to ask a million questions. Instead he said, "How is your date going?" "Really wonderful, I'm having so much fun dancing with the boys. My date's name is Randy and he's really a good dancer." Jeffrey detected a slight slurring in her voice, probably from having several drinks. "Are you ok?" he asked, not knowing what else to say. "Oh yes, I'm fine. I've been dancing mostly with Randy, but also with Stewart and Ben, they're some friends of Randy's. Boy can Randy dance, it's really hard to keep up with him. Thank goodness they have a slow song between each fast song or I'd never be able to catch my breath." Jeffrey's heart went to his throat as he thought of Susan slow-dancing in that skimpy dress, pressing her braless breasts against this 'Randy' person. No wonder the young man was 'randy', he thought. He couldn't help himself. He had to ask, "Do you like to slow-dance, uh, with your date?" "Oh yes, very much, he's tall and so strong. He has big shoulders. He really knows how to hold a girl tight and make her feel petite and sexy. Honestly, his hands have a tendency to roam a bit, but a girl can't blame a young man – you know hormones and all that." She slurred a giggle, revealing just how intoxicated she really was. The music got quieter in the background and Jeffrey could hear a softer, slower beat. "Oops, gotta go for now, dear, I promised Randy to dance the next slow dance with him. And Jeffrey, this time, when he tries to feel my breasts, I'm going to let him do it." The line went dead, and Jeffrey's penis was fully erect in his cotton gym shorts. It was almost midnight when the phone rang again. Jeffrey had watched more football to try to keep his mind off of his wife's date, but it really wasn't working. "Hello?" he said. "Hi honey," said Susan, now clearly three sheets to the wind. "I just wanted to let you know that we've decided to go over to Nissa's house for a nightcap, so it'll be a while before I get home." "Who's 'we'?" asked Jeffrey. "Well, there's me, and Nissa, and her boyfriend John, and my lovely date Randy." She paused a minute, "And maybe Ben too, but we're not sure..." "So, all of you are going to Nissa's house? Do you want me to pick you up there?" "No, silly," she slurred, "Randy will drive me home after we all have our nightcap, so I won't need you to pick me up." She hiccupped and giggled, then she spoke away from the phone and he could hear her just barely as she said to someone else, "stop that, you're incorrigible." She came back to the phone giggling like a school tipsy school girl. "Honey, I have to go, the natives are getting impatient." Just before she hung up the phone, Jeffrey heard her say to someone near her, "Stop it, people will see..." and then the line was dead. Jeffrey imagined Randy was there, touching her body. Maybe feeling her up, and she was giggling and pretending to protest, but he knew her voice well enough to know she didn't want it to stop. She just wanted to move the action out of the public view. They were going to Nissa's house; two women in their forties, and two, maybe three, men in their late twenties. Jeffrey knew full well what the young men had on their minds. And he knew that Susan was flattered by their attention, was on the verge of being debilitated by drink, and she had condoms in her purse. That was pretty much the formula that boys in their 20's have always used to get into a girl's panties - in this case, his wife's panties. Nissa would only encourage 'Suzy' to let Randy have what he wanted, since she was getting it from John he was sure, and they were going to Nissa's house. Jeffrey took a deep breath and resigned himself to the fact that his wife was going to have sex with another man. He felt his penis harden. Oh, my, he thought. There were no more phone calls. At 3am, Jeffrey saw a black Shelby cobra pull into his driveway. A man whose face he couldn't see got out of the driver's side and opened the passenger door. He helped Susan out of the car and held her arm as he walked her to the door. She fumbled with the keys in her purse and "Randy" helped her get the key into the door before he quickly went back to his car, fired up, and left. Susan came through the door wearing her mink, and holding her purse and keys. She saw Jeffrey and opened her arms to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. "Wow, what a night. I'm exhausted," she said. "How about you put me to bed and we can talk about my date in the morning." "It is the morning, dear," he said, wiping fatigue from his eyes. He helped her to their bedroom and took he coat as she kicked off her heels. Jeffrey helped her shimmy out of the slinky black dress in the low light coming in from the nearby bathroom. He noticed two things. First, she had somewhere lost her panties, as they were nowhere in sight. Secondly, he saw that her neck and breasts had round red marks on them; hickeys. He helped her to lie down under the sheets. It was then that he noticed her vulva was swollen and red, and that her thighs seemed sticky. It took him a moment to register the reason in his foggy brain. He touched her thigh and his hand came away with some goo. He looked at it in the light of the bathroom and sniffed his finger. It was semen. His wife had semen on her thighs. She had had intercourse with another man. From the look of her, she had had a lot of intercourse, and maybe with a lot of men. He covered her up. She was already asleep. He stripped off his shorts and tee shirt and climbed into bed next to her falling quickly into a fitful sleep as he thought over and over, "My wife had sex with another man, maybe two or three other men." Oh, my, he thought. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 02 PLEASE READ: This story is full of romantic female-dominant / male-submissive content, including Cuckolding. If you don't like that sort of thing, please move on to one of the other wonderful stories found on this site. Also, if you're reading this story shortly after it was uploaded, it is part of an incomplete series, and the plotlines will not have resolved at the finish of this installment. All Characters are 18 years old. Thank you for reading with these warnings in mind. All the best! - Jeffrey The next morning at about 10AM, while Jeffrey still slept a very tired but exhilarated Susan was on the phone with her girlfriend Gail, giving her the update on her date the previous night... Susan was saying, "Honestly Gail, it was so exciting. We were dancing at the club, and it was crowded and dark on the floor, and then there was a slow song. Randy was making me hot, he was dancing so excitingly with lots of hip movement to show off his package...oh, yes, definitely nice and big, but I'll get to that in a minute. "He was really cute. He's blonde and blue eyed; maybe 5'10" trim but muscular. When the slow song started, he walked up slowly and put his arms around my waist and put his pelvis right against me...yes, I could definitely feel it against my tummy...yes it made me pretty interested. I really hadn't thought of slow dancing at the club until that moment, but I put my arms around his neck and I had to reach up in the halter dress...yes my boobs were in danger of falling out of my dress, and they did, sort of...anyway, it was dark and crowded and I could feel his hands sliding lower from my waist, bit by bit... "Oh, yes, it felt good, and I just let him do it...I know, I know, I'm a slut...so his hands went all the way down and he was feeling my ass and pulling me against him...yes, he was getting harder, I could tell, and it seemed like he was big too!" She paused to sip some coffee. "And then, with one hand on my ass, he brought the other hand up to my hip and he started sliding it up my side... yes... yes... no, not my nipple... right, so I just let him start to get a little feel and I calmly took his wrist and returned his hand to my waist. Yes, the horny boy got the message, at least for that dance... "Then the song was over and the music got fast again and I had to push him away to go back to normal dancing. Soon, though, I got tired so we sat with Nissa and her boyfriend John. Very sexy...yes they're both young...in their mid-twenties I think...I know it's wicked... "On the next slow song, Nissa and I both danced with John and Randy, and in the middle of the song, the boys cut in on each other, which was so sweet...yes I danced with John...not as cute as Randy, but very nice. And as I danced with John, he did the same thing as Randy – letting his hand slide down in back. "Of course I just kept my arms around his neck like a girl is supposed to...yes, that's right...I know...so he's groping me and then to my surprise, this new boy Ben cut in. I danced the last minutes of the song with Ben, and he was very nice too...yes, I figured if the other two boys got a feel, why should Ben be left out....Yes, he felt my ass too. Well, he's a friend of John and Randy... "John and Randy both danced with Nissa during the next slow song as I danced with their friend Ben, and that little slut Nissa had a tinier dress than me... John had both of his hands on those enormous boobs of hers...yes, I know, DD cups, it just isn't fair... "I kept drinking and got fairly smashed. It was hard to call my husband and not sound drunk, but I think I passed. We danced all the slow songs for 3 hours...yes all three boys with us two girls. And then at around midnight, Ben had to go home, and John, Randy and I all went to Nissa's place for a nightcap...well the boys were really insistent...I guess I knew it could get naughty, but we were having fun...yes, slutty, I know... "So we sat around on the couches and talked...yes Randy kissed me...and felt me up...yes, under the halter, it was hard to stop him because my arms were around his neck and he was kissing me so good. It was supposed to be innocent, but then the boys were kissing us and pawing us and the next thing I knew, Randy was trying to undo my halter top...yes, I know...my boobs were nearly naked. I had to put the brakes on. "I saw that Nissa's top was completely off and John was feeling and sucking her big boobs like a madman...yes, he must be a boob-man. Bottle fed, I'm sure. Anyway, John and Nissa got up and went into her bedroom, leaving me with Randy alone in the living room. He was so cute and persistent and YOUNG! And he had a really big bulge in his slacks so I could tell he was very horny. "So, we were kissing, he's a really good kisser by the way, and I was trying to keep his hands at least on the outside of my top. But it felt so good to feel his hands on my boobs, and my nipples were rock hard, and I was getting wet... So I decided to take control of the situation before the boy went crazy. "I pushed him back and told him to take off his clothes. Yes, it was a power rush when he didn't hesitate and obeyed me immediately. No, he undressed really fast, maybe next time I'll make him dance and strip slowly, but he was down to his underwear quick. He looked big, based on the way his briefs were sticking out in front. I said he should take off everything, and he grinned so sexy as he slid his underpants down. "Boing! He was long and thick and hard, and really big, compared to Jeffrey. I had him lay down on the sofa... yes, completely naked... Very nice; trim and fit and muscular... Not hairy at all, just a little blonde hair here and there... The amazing thing was his genitals were completely shaved – smooth as a baby's bottom – I guess all the young men are doing it these days! "Well, I couldn't keep my hands off of him, obviously. A girl has to satisfy her curiosity – especially when she hasn't seen a cock that size in decades. I knelt at the side of the sofa and kissed him as I felt him up. I could barely touch my fingertips around his penis – it was really thick, and so stiff and throbbing and leaky... "So we were kissing passionately and it was so cute – he shuddered and whimpered into my lips as I kissed him, and suddenly my hand was getting wet and gooey! He was spurting all over himself, and me too, and I was hardly playing with him at all, just sort of caressing... He was so embarrassed for ejaculating quickly and apologized; it was so cute because he was blushing. I told him it was ok, but I was kind of disappointed... "Yes, I suppose that's the bad part of having a young man to play with since they might cum too quick – but the good part is that he didn't even get soft! I just kept stroking and he stayed hard! I just looked at all the semen all over everywhere and I didn't want to get it on my new dress, so I took it off... Yes, panties too. "Next thing I know, I've crawled up on top of him naked and I'm sliding down onto his cock – mounting him. Ooohh, it felt so big I thought I'd split in two, but I was really wet and he had lots of semen on his cock, so it didn't take long to get him all the way in. Yes, I had brought condoms, but it just happened so fast and he seemed like a nice clean boy. And I really wanted to feel his naked penis in me. No, silly, I'm on the pill...not a problem... Yes, it felt really good and I'm not worried. "So I stayed still and kissed him for a while to get used to him, and then I slowly started humping. Oh, God, it was soooo good...so big... I figured he'd last a while so I could take my time. I was kissing him as I fucked his gorgeous cock, and I came really hard right away. It was wonderful to feel so much cock in me, I couldn't help it. "I just kept humping on him and I totally lost count of how many times I came. His hands were mauling my boobs and pinching my nipples and making me crazy. Then he was kissing and sucking my nipples and I just kept coming and coming. I must have ridden his stiff cock for almost half an hour all for my own pleasure. It was like he was my own personal hot and throbbing stiff fuck-toy! "Then I could tell he was going to cum again, so I just started whispering in his ear to cum in me, and boy did he ever. His semen filled me up and was gushing out of me and we were a complete gooey mess together. I just kept riding him and he kept cumming in me and it was all wet and squishy between us because of all the semen everywhere and I just writhed against him, feeling all that gooey boy-juice goodness all over me. "He was sooo cute as he came, his expressions were priceless. I really wanted to watch him cum for me again, but it was already after 2AM, and I figured it would take another half hour for him to recover. I decided to clean up and get home, because I was completely exhausted. "I cleaned up his mess in the bathroom as best I could. It was amazing how much semen I had on me and in me and I tried to get clean but it kept leaking out onto my thighs! So I got dressed, and we left without saying anything to Nissa. Randy begged me to let him have my panties, and I felt so wicked when I let him put them in his pocket. His smile was just devastating. "Randy drove me home and I passed out in the car just wearing my messy dress, my shoes, and the mink...he was a gentleman and walked me to the door...no he didn't come in...yes Jeffrey was awake...he tucked me in...no, I don't think he knows I actually fucked Randy. I was pretty careful to wipe up at Nissa's, but I admit this morning I did see some dried semen here and there, so I showered before Jeffrey got up...well, I don't know what to do about the hickeys...yes, hickeys...just like high school...my neck and boobs...I put some makeup on them this morning...it was dark last night so Jeffrey probably didn't see them... "Yes, I told Randy we could see each other again. I'm not stupid. His cock is huge and I still feel kind of stretched out, if you know what I mean... "Well, I've got to run; hope to talk to you soon. Really? I had no idea...well, you should think about it – I can tell you there's nothing better for a woman's self esteem... Yes I remember Peter; he used to mow your lawn didn't he? Oh, I see, well I suppose by now he would be all grown up, wouldn't he... Wow, how many times has he called? That many, well it would seem to me he must still be very interested. He'll be in town in a few weeks, will he? Well, perhaps we could go on a double date or something... Yes, I remember he was a cute boy. Really, you saw him swimming naked in your pool when he did your lawn? That's awesome... Ok we'll talk about him later, bye." Jeffrey had been stirred from sleep when Susan had gotten out of bed and taken her shower. He had come out into the living room, just 10 feet from the kitchen door and sat down in his usual chair. He listened to Susan on the phone and heard much of the conversation. When it ended, he picked up the paper and pretended to read it. The fantastic images that came into his mind during Susan's call had already aroused him greatly. His latent fantasies of Susan with another man had not been a secret in their marriage, but were not really taken seriously by either of them in the past. Not until the other night when Susan had brought up the subject and made it a real possibility in their home. And then of course, last night she had acted on the fantasy... He tried to concentrate on the newspaper, but his mind's vivid images of a young man with a big penis thrusting into his beautiful wife wouldn't go away, and he couldn't help but become erect... Susan hung up the phone and sat in silence a moment, reliving the past night again in her mind. She sighed and stood from her chair and walked out of the kitchen. She was a few paces into the living room, just behind Jeffrey in his chair when she looked up and noticed him. She stopped in her tracks and looked at the man she loved, albeit against whom she had just committed adultery. But she was convinced it wasn't a sin against their marriage, but a new twist that would reignite passion in their bedroom. In her mind, it was not at all the end of their marriage, but a new chapter beginning to unfold. In a flash, her mind replayed all the influences that had brought her to this moment. She had played a wider field in college than even Jeffrey knew, and she certainly had a renewed taste now of multiple sex partners again. Early in their marriage, she and Jeffrey had fantasized about Susan with another man and it made them both very aroused and added to their sex life. Time passed, children came, and that fantasy had waned for both of them – or so she had thought. Then in the past two years, her friend Nissa had started singing the praises of dating younger men, which was titillating, and after her divorce, Nissa had kept a string of young men in their twenties vying for her attention. Then one Saturday two months ago, Susan had left her laptop in her office and needed to go online to download some of her student's papers. She used Jeffrey's computer to do so, while he was out playing a much-deserved round of golf. On a lark, she had opened his 'favorites' file and found link after link to websites and stories featuring words like "HotWife" and "Cuckold" and "FemDom". She never did download her students' assignments that day, but instead spent hours reading and looking at Jeffrey's 'secret stash' of sites and downloads. She had always been the dominant partner in their relationship and marriage. Jeffrey was always quite submissive to her and that had always been one of the traits that she loved about him, and she did love him dearly and always. His submissive nature and secret desires were now displayed in full detail right before her eyes as she browsed in his computer. She even found some files where he stored his favorite pictures and stories that he had downloaded from various internet sites. As she looked at the pictures and read the stories, it was quite a revelation, confirming that his fantasy of a wife who took other lovers was still as strong as or perhaps stronger than ever. Susan had always considered herself to be sort of an "Alpha-Female" as she had been the assertive leader and breadwinner out of the home, and Jeffrey had been the compliant supporter of Susan's accomplishments inside the home. Simply stated, from the time they first dated, she was dominant and he was submissive. Now she knew that he had continued to be aroused by 'unfaithful wife' fantasies all of his adult life, even to that very fateful day of her discovery. In the days after her discovery, she had kept this knowledge to herself, and not discussed it with anyone. What she did do, however, was to perform web searches for additional information regarding female-dominant marriages and relationships. What she found was mind-opening to say the least. It seemed that this lifestyle was both widespread and complex. It broke across barriers of race, religion, and socio-economic status, manifesting in many different 'flavors' of female-dominant lifestyle. She learned that there were sociological, psychological, and physiological arguments for pursuing a female-dominant lifestyle in a marriage, and as an academic, she liked a good logical argument – even if there were good arguments against the proposition as well. She applied some of these arguments when she had finally discussed the idea with her loving husband only a few nights ago. Nissa had been pushing her to "try some hot young beefcake – just for one date" for quite some time. But by coincidence, Nissa had been pushing the matter all the more since Susan had made the secret discoveries on Jeffrey's computer. Nissa was so pushy in fact, that she had set up last night's 'date' two weeks ago, and had dared Susan to accept it. Susan had stewed on it for a few days, and then had finally made the decision to have the discussion with Jeffrey that fateful evening just a week ago. She had brought up the subject, discussed it with Jeffrey, and had judged his arousal. When she saw that the discussion had given him an erection, she knew he was as hooked on the idea of making this 'date' fantasy a reality as she had become. But then last night turned into much more than she had ever expected. She had wanted to test the water, but instead she had found herself diving into the deep end of the pool. Her 'date' with the young man was just to be drinks and dancing. But then at Nissa's apartment, one thing had led to another and she had ridden a gloriously big and young cock. And she had liked it very much. And now here she was, about to engage her husband in conversation for the first time after her 'little dalliance' as she liked to think of it... She took a deep breath and stepped forward as she wondered how much of the phone call with Gail he had heard... In the warmest voice she could muster, she said, "H Jeffrey, I didn't know you were up. Did you sleep well?" She saw that he was sitting in his chair in his usual 'house-husband' outfit of small cotton gym shorts and a tee shirt, reading the paper. Though he had positioned the paper over his lap, she was able to detect that he had an erection tenting his shorts, and with a sigh of relief she walked around and sat on the sofa across from him. "Hi, honey. I just walked out here and sat down with the paper,' he lied, not knowing if he should talk about the phone call. He tried to adjust the paper to hide his full erection as he said, "How are you feeling?" "Uh, just fine, dear; it was a late night but I slept like a rock and I feel pretty good." She tentatively said, "How are you feeling, uh, this morning..." "Pretty good, just could have used more sleep, I guess; I wish I could survive on 5 hours like you," he smiled. She looked at him seriously, "I mean how you feel about my...date last night?" "Well," he said softly, "You were out pretty late... and... uh... you seemed to have a good time, I think... and well, uh, when you got home you were... well... sort of a mess, honey..." She saw the tinge of worry in his eyes and she looked at him with love. "Jeffrey, come sit beside me and let's talk about last night." She held her arms out to him and he moved and sat down next to her on the sofa. She now clearly saw the tenting bulge in his shorts and knew this was a very good time to talk. She put her arm around him and let him snuggle against her ample chest, stroking his hair lovingly with one hand and caressing his thigh with the other. She thought of all the times past when they had sat on this same couch with his pants around his ankles as she toyed with his genitals to help him see things her way as they talked... "Jeffrey," she cooed softly, "I think you might be more comfortable if you were to lower your shorts for me. Why don't you just slide them down to your ankles so I can touch you as we talk?" He nodded and pushed his shorts down below his knees and they fell to pool around his ankles, then he settled back into her embrace, snuggling to feel her warmth and comfort. Her soft hand pressed lightly between his thighs and he spread them a little to give her better access to his testicles. "Good boy," she whispered as she gently palmed his testes and began to caress and fondle him. She said, "Honey, I think you heard me talking to Gail on the phone, didn't you?" He nodded his head against her breast. "Well, then, I suppose you at least heard how the evening ended..." He nodded again. "And I suppose that's the reason your pretty penis is stiff, isn't it Jeffrey?" He nodded. "That's nice, dear, I'm glad you liked listening." She paused touching him for a moment and opened her robe on one side, exposing for him the soft comfort of her pillowy breast, and then she laid his head down against her warm softness. "Just snuggle against my breast as we talk, dear," she cooed as she returned her hand to his testicles. She looked at the pretty pink head of his penis and noted the little pearl of pre-seminal fluid that was forming and smiled. She was satisfied that her feminine powers would get them through this first difficult conversation together, as they always had in the past. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 02 "Darling, I want you to know that I really had no intention of more than dinner, drinks, and dancing with my date. I just wanted to start out down the road and see where it led us. But obviously, things went further than I had planned. Much further, honey, honestly. I know I shouldn't have drunk so much, and Nissa's cajoling and taunting just got me going, I guess. I just love you so much and I wanted to have this whole thing move much more slowly, but I can't change what happened now." All the time she spoke, Jeffrey was kissing her breast with no little passion, and wiggling his hips slightly as she fondled his testicles. She asked, "Are you upset that it happened so fast?" He shook his head 'no' and continued to kiss her. "You're such a good boy," she said, and she moved her hand from his testes and began to stroke his small-seeming penis ever so slowly. She could tell he was very aroused, and now it was time to get him to talk. She decided to let him know that she had discovered his internet interests, so that there would be no more secrets between them on either side. In a soft and tender voice she said, "You know Jeffrey, a couple months ago, I was borrowing your computer while you were playing golf, and I found some of your favorite websites when looked at your history, and I found some of your files. I dropped what I was doing and spent most of the day looking at the sites and reading everything. That's when I realized that me having sex with another man was not a forgotten fantasy for you, but still very much alive. That knowledge helped me make the decision to begin dating, partly because it would arouse you, and I admit that having the attentions of a younger man is always a refreshing thing for a lady my age. She caressed him as she said, "Honey, I need you to tell me all about how you feel. Tell me how you felt last night, and this morning, and right now. I really need to hear your words, dear, and I need you to remember that I love you so very much." Jeffrey sat up a little bit and raised his head. He looked at his wife and said, "I love you too; more than ever." He closed his eyes to try to compose his thoughts. "When you came home and brought up the subject a week ago Friday, it was a shock. I had long ago given up the idea that you'd actually go on a date. I just fantasized about it from time to time. And then that day you said you were going to do it. I was excited, but at the same time full of fear and worry, not knowing what it would really mean." He laid his head back against the comfort and security of her warm breast and continued. "I didn't know if it meant you didn't love me anymore, regardless of your assurance to the contrary. And I didn't know if you were going to have a real affair and fall in love with another man and leave me. So I was scared. It was a case of 'be careful what you wish for' because suddenly I had to deal with the emotions that it was really happening." He paused, lost in thought. Susan gave his penis a little faster stroking and said, "That's good honey, please keep talking to me." He said, "All the next week I knew that Friday – your date night – was coming and I counted the hours with excitement and nervousness. I felt weak inside, far more than ever before. Sometimes I would forget, but then I'd remember that your date was coming and it would send shivers up my spine and I'd feel a tug of arousal in my belly. And then the day came..." She kissed him on his forehead and murmured, "You're doing great, honey, please keep going. I really need to hear it all..." "You came home early to get ready. My knees got so weak when I saw your pubic hair trimmed so short, and you told me to shave it all off. It was so sexy, and the thought that you were doing it before your date made me feel so weak inside. I don't know how to describe it. And then your new little dress was so sexy, it was amazing, and the tiny thong and no bra and the high heels...all for your date with a young man. My whole world felt like it was spinning out of control, but at the same time I was both fascinated and very aroused. "And then suddenly you were gone. Every minute ticked by so slowly. I looked at the clock and the phone constantly waiting; just waiting. There was nothing I could do. It was all out of my control. I imagined how hot and sexy you looked. I imagined you dancing with your date. I imagined him pawing you on the dance floor and a darkened booth in the corner, and I wondered how far you'd let him go. Would he touch your ass? Would he touch your breasts? What about your freshly-shaved and oh so beautiful pussy? Would you actually let him touch you...between your legs? "I cleaned the bathrooms. And then I found the empty box of the condoms. I knew I had nothing to do with them, so I knew you had bought them for your date and put them in your purse. I had that sinking feeling again and was instantly erect, knowing that you had decided to have condoms in case you found that special chemistry... You finally called me and you sounded a little drunk, and I know you get sort of wild and uninhibited when you drink. And you were talking about dancing, and with more than one young man, and that their hands would roam on you, and you were dancing all the slow dances. "I imagined these young men touching you and buying you drinks and dragging you onto the dance floor and touching you more. And such a revealing little dress, so thin, and they were feeling your ass in just the little thong, and with no bra I knew they had probably been feeling your breasts too. You had that sexy, horny sound to your voice. I knew they were touching you and making you excited. And then you had to go dance some more and hung up. I nearly fell to my knees it was so intense to just think about." Susan kissed his forehead and as she caressed his face and said, "It must have been very intense for you emotionally; I can hear it in your voice, honey. You're doing really well and I want to hear every detail about your feelings, sweetheart..." "So, I watched TV to try to get my mind off of you, but it was impossible. Your date was driving me crazy. I was constantly erect thinking about your date or the other boys feeling you up. You're just so sexy and beautiful; I knew they wouldn't be able to keep their hands off of you, because I know what it is to be a young horny boy with a beautiful woman. Then it was around midnight that you called again, and I could tell you were pretty drunk. "And as you talked to me, it was clear that somebody had their hands all over you, doing things that were embarrassing you in public. I could only imagine... It was so intense... And you said you were going to Nissa's house with your two young dates. And then you said 'maybe' the other guy would come too, and that you didn't need me to be pick you up. That made me think you weren't sure how long you'd be at Nissa's with the boys, so maybe you were keeping your options open... "When you hung up the phone, the reality hit me that you had brought condoms. You were leaving the bar with some boys to go to Nissa's apartment and you had condoms with you. You could have been coming home, but instead you were going to Nissa's. At that moment, I became convinced that you were going to go through with it that very night and have sex with your date. It made my penis so stiff. I tried to relax, but the next 3 hours just ticked away slowly as I waited for you. "At one point, I thought you would sleep over. It was only a couple hours before dawn and I thought you may have passed out at Nissa's place. But then the car pulled up and then you were in the door. You looked really a mess, but you looked so sexy too. I helped you get into bed and saw your hickeys, and that you didn't have your panties anymore. And you passed out on the bed and there was a little bit of sticky residue on your inner thighs. It was semen, and I sort of went numb inside. "Like a zombie I went to sleep, knowing that you'd had sex. I also knew you didn't use the condom and you had let the young man come in you. You let him fuck you and you let him come inside you, and I just didn't know what it would all mean. I know you're not on the pill, since I had my vasectomy years ago." He took a deep breath and rested a moment as Susan caressed him in silence. She had kept close track on her stimulation of his penis, slowing her strokes to keep him aroused and feeling pleasure, but not letting him approach ejaculation. After a few moments, she whispered in his ear, "So, then, you heard part of what I said to Gail on the phone. Please tell me all about that, honey." He nodded against her breast and spoke. "I came out and you were talking to Gail about how the boys were groping you on the dance floor, which I had already sort of figured out. But then you started telling her about going to Nissa's place, and kissing your date and letting him feel your breasts. "It was so exciting, but I also was filled with that falling feeling and I felt so weak to think of you taking on a young man, making love to him. So then I thought of the semen on you last night – that he had come in you... I'm worried that you might get pregnant..." She held him close and kissed him, "Don't worry about that, dear, I started taking the pill again 2 months ago, the day after I saw the things on your computer; just in case." He let out a sigh of relief, "That's good," he whispered. "So now I wonder what you are thinking, Susan. Do you still love me, even though it excites me that you had sex with another man?" "Of course I love you. I will always love you." She lowered her head into his lap and put her mouth on his penis, gently sucking as she stroked him. He quickly ejaculated into her mouth and she sucked it all and swallowed every drop. She didn't release him until he was soft again. Sitting up, she put her arms around him again and shifted her position to put his face to her breast and offer him her nipple to suckle. "Let me tell you how I see things, honey," she said, as she caressed his face lovingly. "I really liked going out with R... this young fellow, on the date, and I admit that I really enjoyed having sex with someone new. It's thrilling to have a young man between my thighs again, so vigorous and virile." She watched his reaction, but he just calmly continued to commune with her nipple, so she continued. "I want to do it again, and soon. I don't know how often, it's too early for me to really understand how I feel, exactly. But I do know that it made me feel so attractive to have a young man that just couldn't seem to keep his hands off of me. He wanted me and it felt wonderful to be wanted that way. But at the same time, while the young man made me feel so desirable and sexy, it makes me want to have sex with you too. I'm hot for you, honey. You're my man, my husband, my faithful lover. As soon as you're able, I want to feel you thrusting between my thighs. Does that make any sense, dear?" She continued to stroke his cheek and watch him think. After a few moments, he seemed to have processed what she said and he lifted from her breast. "I guess it's good for you to feel sexy. I think you're sexy, and obviously so does your young man. I'd be amazed if any man didn't think you were hot and want you, at least secretly. If it makes you happy, and makes you horny for me too, then I guess it's something that could be good for us. I just hope you don't go too far with it..." "What would be too far, sweetheart, in your mind?" she asked without judgment in her voice. "I just don't want this to pull you away from me. I guess I'm still afraid that you'll fall in love or something." He paused for a moment to think, and finally said, "I heard you telling Gail that he was, well, big; bigger than me. And I hope you don't decide sometime in the future that I'm not good enough for you anymore." She smiled, "Honey, you boy's are all alike – always worried about the size of your penises. Let me ask you a question: Don't you like big breasts on women? My breasts are 'C' cups, whereas Nissa's breasts are at least 'D' cups. I've seen you look at her breasts a lot of times. Admit it, honey, you'd like to see her topless, feel her breasts, kiss her big nipples. Aren't I right?" "I would never do that, Susan, you know that." "Exactly my point, dear, just because a woman has large breasts doesn't make you fall in love with her and want to marry her. Males just like to see big boobs. There's no getting around that, generally speaking. So why wouldn't women like to see and touch a big penis? Just because a man has a big penis I'm not going to love him any more than just because a woman has big breasts you would love her. Do you understand?" "I guess so, it just kind of makes me feel inadequate," he said, "I'm not what anyone would call 'big' in that department." She gave him a playful shove and pouted, "Don't say that about my husband. He is very much more than adequate for me, he's a good attentive lover, has a talented tongue, and can thrust his stiff cock with quite sufficient prowess to satisfy me and then some, thank you very much." Jeffrey smiled at her compliment, "Thanks, honey." "Don't mention it, dear," she said, pulling his head back down to her breasts again. "My other nipple needs some husbandly attention too, you know." "Yes, dear," he said happily as he took her other offered nipple into his mouth. "Now then, Jeffrey, my final thought for you is this. I think that having a little dalliance on the side with a young lover will keep me feeling young and sexy, and you're going to benefit greatly from my renewed sexuality. Clearly many of the articles I read which suggest this very thing must be correct, because I really want you right now." "Mmmmm..." he said, encouraging her to go on. "So I think I should have Friday nights as my date night for the foreseeable future, and we should do what the articles say. We need to make my dates very much an activity that we share and enjoy together. This whole thing should bring us closer...." She watched to see his response, and he seemed to be flowing with her idea. "So, I think you should help me get ready for my dates, and I should call you every hour from now on, and let you know everything that's happening. And I'll come home much earlier from now on so that we can talk when I return from my date. How does that sound?" "Mmm-mmm..." he said, nodding in assent. "And there's another thing that the articles mentioned a few times..." She got up her courage and just said it. "I think we should have sex when I come home from the date. They say it's a good thing for the husband in two ways. First, that the wife sort of re-asserts his position as her husband, which is good for the marriage. Second, the articles suggest it is best if the wife doesn't clean up much before coming home. In this way, the husband can really see that his wife has had another man, based on, well, the other man's semen. The fact that I will have just had sex with my date will make me even more attractive to you, so the articles say..." She watched his face carefully, and she also looked at his crotch. There was the hint of arousal in his shorts that betrayed the look of concern on his face. She was pleased to see that the articles seemed to be spot on in their prediction of a husband's reaction. Jeffrey said, "You won't use a condom?" She caressed his face and guided his mouth back to her breast as she responded. She knew he was becoming nicely aroused, and chose her words carefully to excite her husband even more. The advice on the cuckolding website was really hitting the mark. "No dear, it's best to have a lover that is young and clean, like...my young man. That way, when I have sex with him I will accept his semen into my body, and of course there will likely be some on me as well. One of the best things about young men is that they really do cum in buckets and they can cum several times in an evening. "I'll probably have at least two or even three of his ejaculations when I come home. And I'll be bringing them home to you, to share with you. I don't know where all of his semen will be, certainly inside me, but perhaps on my breasts or face, and certainly running down my thighs. We'll share my adventure together in a very intimate way. Won't that be nice?" He said, "I...guess so...I think..." She went in for the deep specifics to really get him thinking. "Won't it be exciting to make love with me, when your penis is sliding in and out of me and I'm so full of another man's semen? I'd be so wet and slippery with my lover's cum in me, Jeffrey, all for you. And you'd smell him on me, and maybe I'd let him cum on my breasts, and they'd be sticky as you rub against me..." Jeffrey was now fully erect. Susan helped him sit up and then took him by the hand and led him to their bedroom. She smiled a satisfied smile, saying, "Come on, big boy, I think we should practice for next Friday night. And I think we're going to need a lot of practice this week..." They made passionate love as husband and wife. Jeffrey was able to last a good long time, even though Susan spurred him on with wicked little whispers in his ear about how much semen her lover was going to spurt all over her body, and how wet and gooey her pussy would be with her lover's cum. When Jeffrey finally came, he was exhausted and very satisfied. And they both lay in each other's arms and napped. As she was thinking and dozing on the edge of sleep, Susan mused that Jeffrey's penis did feel quite small in comparison to Randy's. She would have to start doing exercises to help her shrink down after she'd had her lover's fullness in her. It was not her intent to become fixated on long thick shafts with big swollen urgently-purple heads, delightful as they were. No, it was not the size of the lover's penis that mattered most, it was the arousal, the titillation, the edge-play of the mind that created the exciting and exquisite emotions that she wanted to feel and share with her husband. She couldn't wait until next Friday, and she now knew her husband was anticipating it too. This is going to be a wonderful marital adventure, she thought, it's going to make everything seem so fresh and new... She certainly was more aware of her sexuality than at any time in the last ten years, and her sweet husband had just had the most urgent and passionate orgasm she had ever witnessed. It was marvelous to have the man she loved pour himself out into her with such complete abandon. It seemed that the female-dominant-marriage websites had really struck upon a deep vein of gold, and she was determined to mine that vein as deeply as she could. They had argued that bringing uncertainty into the marriage bed would heat it up, making the husband wild with urgent need and desire for his wife, and so it had. And it was only the beginning. Her husband's soft breathing as he lay in her arms made him seem so content. She knew that his journey would be more thrilling than he had yet imagined, and more challenging too. Plans were brewing in her mind that were at once intimate, jarring, wicked, and yet full of marital love and joy. If only he knew, she thought, what decadent delights and challenges awaited him. She would fill his heart with uncertainty – even fear – and allay those fears over and over with her return to him. He would become more attentive, attracted, and dedicated to her than ever before as they shared the new deeper-than-ever bond that would form between them through the exercise of cuckolding. Their intimacy would grow ever deeper as she cuckolded him in the new way of modern female-dominance by sharing the experience with him in complete honesty and openness. Cuckolding would become an essential part of their life together, the sexual and psychological driver of their relationship. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 02 She looked at the slow rise and fall of his chest, as her husband snuggled against her warm soft body in sleep. She loved him more now than ever. She knew he loved her with all his heart. And she knew that they would be together forever, just as they were now. They both knew now that sex could be based on love, but love was not necessarily based on sex. Sex could be used to increase love in a variety of ways, and she was happy to now be using sexual variety to bring deeper love to their marriage. She drifted off to join her husband in sleep, confident and content in his arms as he was now in hers. Tomorrow and every day after would now be a journey of sexual adventure that they would share intimately, and she was glad for it. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 03 PLEASE READ: This story is full of female-dominant / male-submissive content, including Cuckolding. If you don't like that sort of thing, please move on to one of the other wonderful stories found on this site. Also, if you're reading this story shortly after it was uploaded, it is part of an incomplete series, and the plotlines will not have resolved at the finish of this installment. All Characters are 18 years old. Thank you for reading with these warnings in mind. All the best! -- Jeffrey * All week long, Susan and Jeffrey had had sex at least twice a day. It was like they were newlyweds again. Everything seemed fresh and new. Susan teased Jeffrey constantly about her lover, and Jeffrey couldn't do enough for her, attending to her every need and desire and whim -- usually thinking of it before she did. And he was all over her like a lusty 18-year old on his first date, necking in the back seat of a car. Susan liked it. A lot. During the week, Susan had again been to the lingerie shop and to several stores to look for suitable dresses that she might wear on her dates, but those shopping excursions had included Jeffrey since it was of utmost importance to her that he share in every detail of her dating life. If he was to be cuckolded properly in the modern female-dominant-relationship fashion, he must be a part of everything. It had been an exciting time with Jeffrey as they shopped together. There was a young girl, perhaps twenty, who helped them in the lingerie store as Susan picked out the tiniest and sheerest thong panties. Susan explained to the girl that these panties were specifically for her to wear on her dates. It took a few comments like this before realization dawned on the girl's cute face. When it did, the young woman looked at Jeffrey with a bit of shock in her eyes, and the way Jeffrey had looked down and blushed was absolutely priceless. They had ended up shopping for quite some time at the store, because the young sales girl was suddenly eager to help Susan find "just the right panties that boy's her age were into." When they were finally finished shopping, Jeffrey carried at least a dozen tiny panties -- each one smaller and sheerer than the other -- to the counter and paid the smiling and glowing sales clerk. The final icing on the cake was when the sales girl told Jeffrey that she thought he was the best husband ever! Susan gave the girl her card and told her to call if she wanted to hear how the coming 'Date night' went, and the girl assured her she would. Dress shopping had also been wonderful for both of them. There was one boutique they found in the newly-renovated "Olde Towne" retail area of the city that had cornered the market on sexy and revealing cocktail dresses. Halter tops, spaghetti straps, dangerously high slits, and ridiculously short hemlines were everywhere in fashionable and creative combinations. The owner of the store was a beautiful woman in her late fifties named Darla. She had a very wise and worldly look about her in a very feminine and gentle way. Susan hit it off with this woman very naturally, and it wasn't but a few minutes before Susan had shared the 'secret' that she was shopping for dresses that would be irresistible to her young lover. Darla had turned to Jeffrey and looked at his blushing face. She immediately saw what she needed to know and smiled at the couple. "Quite an adventure," she said, "to have embarked upon cuckolding your husband properly. You're a wise woman to include your man. A cheating wife is just a slut, but a wife that convinces her husband that cuckolding is good for their marriage is a precious rarity. I've known several women who have cuckolded their men wisely, and they are still married 30 years or more. It is really the natural order of things, dear, and I'm glad you've discovered this together." "Really?" asked Susan, "The natural order? I've read articles that claim this, but I just thought it might be at least a slight overstatement." "Of course, dear, that's how we girls were raised. The free love of the sixties was thwarted by the STD troubles of the past two decades, but the genie is coming out of the bottle again. I have a friend, a college professor, who has written extensively on this subject as well as others. I am convinced that it is unnatural for a woman to have only one man, and that it is merely the product of pas patriarchal thinking that has clouded the truth. You're on the road to happiness, both of you. Cuckolding is as good for the goose as it is for the gander." She smiled at her little joke and began to show her wares with renewed enthusiasm. Over the course of two hours, and a lot of conversation with Darla on the subject of female-dominant marriage and cuckolding, Jeffrey walked out of the store carrying three very flattering and revealing dresses, suitable for Susan's new dating regime. Susan and Darla exchanged cards and vowed to stay in touch, and Darla loaned Susan a book by the college professor, Victoria Andre, PhD., that addressed the rise of female sexual power and freedom on the new millennium. Susan promised to read it and return it soon. During the week leading up to the "2nd Firday", Susan had let Jeffrey sit beside her as she talked to her young lover, Randy, on the phone several times. She had also spoken to Nissa and Gail many times as the ladies discussed the benefits and joys of bedding young men, and polished their plans to do so. She had been very pleased with Jeffrey's reactions to her phone conversations, lusty as they were, and she had quickly fallen into the habit of having him naked at home so that she could enjoy monitoring his arousal. On Thursday night she had thought of a wonderful idea, and had put Jeffrey's mouth and talented tongue between her thighs as she had talked to Gail on the phone. It was a wonderful experience to sit in her easy chair with her skirt up and panties off and naked husband licking her pussy, as she described to Gail how much more attentive and sexy her husband was, now that she had taken a lover. As Susan shared secrets with Gail -- how her husband was now kept nude at home, always had an erection, and was right at that moment licking her pussy -- her sweet husband would groan in embarrassment, blush a very cute pink, and devour the wet and succulent folds of her unfaithful pussy with renewed vigor. Susan had to pause in her conversation several times to have a long and loud orgasm due to her husband's attentiveness and the sexual thrill of the situation. Each time, Gail happily and patiently waited for her friend to finish cumming and regain her breath. Gail had decided that she, too, wanted to have a young man on the side and was eager for every detail that Susan could supply her regarding how to approach the subject with her husband. Gail, like Susan, had no desire to merely cheat on her husband, but instead wanted the kind of relationship that Susan had -- the "new cuckolding" as described on various internet sites. Susan related her discoveries on Jeffrey's computer and urged Gail to explore her husband's laptop and report back. As soon as she had hung up the phone, Susan found herself mounted by her over-excited husband and gleefully enjoyed his urgent thrusting and passionate kisses. She was quite pleased to be the object of his strident desires and she urged him to ejaculation with whispered 'magic words' about her upcoming date the following night. When Jeffrey had fallen upon her in exhaustion after giving her a very satisfying round of desperate lovemaking, she caressed his head as it lay on her shoulder and kissed his cheek. She loved having his weight upon her as she felt him slowly softening inside her body, and his heavy breathing slowly returned to normal. "You know, dear," she said lovingly, "It's very nice to have you so wild and crazy for me. I love it when you can't get enough of me and you want me all the time. I think cuckolding is a wonderful addition to our marriage; it seems to have awakened your inner Wildman. And I think I know why..." Jeffrey, lost in the near coma of a man well-spent, said, "Mmm..." "I read in Dr. Andre's book that sperm are not all just for baby-making. In fact, only about 10 percent of the tens of millions of sperm cells released in ejaculation are true egg-seekers. The vast majority of sperm are either killers or defenders designed to kill foreign egg-seekers from another donor, or defend their brother egg-seekers from the stranger's killer sperm cells." She waited for a response, but instead got only deep breathing from her husband. She continued, "The biological imperative there is obvious. A man wasn't designed to be the only one who is spurting into a woman. In fact, monogamy reduces egg-seeking sperm count. It is in fact the presence of competition for the woman's egg that increases sperm production in the male. It is competition for a chance to deposit semen that increases the male's arousal and desire. So, that means there is a scientific biological basis for the common male fantasy of his wife having another lover. Isn't that interesting dear?" "Hrmphhh..." he said. Susan had frowned at him in mock disapproval, but she knew that boys are generally useless for conversation after they've spurted. But they were very suggestible after ejaculation, so she knew that he had heard what she said, and was content to leave it at that. The book that Darla had loaned her was quite interesting, she thought, and bore deep study. And study it she would, in great detail. Once Susan decided that Jeffrey had had enough time lollygagging on top of her, rumpling her blouse and skirt, she pushed him up and put him to bed. It was late enough and tomorrow was going to be a big day. Finally, it was Friday -- Susan's date night -- and she had again come home early from work to get ready with Jeffrey's help. He had bathed her, shaved her including all her pubic hair, and they had chosen what Susan would wear together. Jeffrey had a completely different set of feelings during this time than he had had a week ago. This time, there was no question as to whether his wife was going to have intercourse with her young man. There was no question whether she would allow her lover to enter her without protection. And there was no question that Susan would allow her lover to ejaculate inside her. Susan would be picked up by Nissa at 7pm for dinner and dancing at the same club in the Hilton that they had gone to last week. At 10pm, the four lovers would retire to a suite they had reserved in the hotel, where Susan and her lover would have sex, and then Susan would be brought home by her date not later than 1am. All of these facts had been planned by Susan and openly discussed with her husband the preceding week in great detail. In fact, Susan had set clear goals in her mind for her lovemaking session with her lover. She wanted to have a wider variety of sexual play with him this time, while maintaining control of the activities as she had on the previous date. One advantage of taking a lover of much younger age was that it was easy for Susan, twenty years his senior, could easily take the lead in their lovemaking without the boy feeling unmanned in some way. Her age gave her power over him in addition to her feminine wiles. She would first 'take the edge off her boy' by giving him oral sex. She would take part of his ejaculation in her mouth, and then allow the rest to spurt onto her breasts. Next, she would mount him and have him ejaculate inside her. In this position, she expected that her lover's semen would get all over her pussy and run down her thighs. Lastly, if possible, she would allow him to have her missionary style and receive an ejaculation which she would try to keep inside her and bring home. To aid in keeping as much of the last deposit as possible, she would bring a pair of full-coverage panties in her purse to wear home instead of the tiny thong. With the goal to excite and arouse her lover, the carefully chosen wardrobe for the evening was laid out on the bed. She and Jeffrey had spent bits of time all week debating what she should wear for greatest impact from among her new purchases. They had chosen a pair of classic white 'fuck me' pumps with daring 4" heels. The dress was a white satin sheath that was providentially cut to fit Susan's particular figure like a glove -- right off the rack. It was destiny. The dress had a mid-thigh hemline with a daring 3" slit in the back. Above the slit was a large open-back oval, cut to bare plenty of flesh down to the dimples just above the cleft of her bottom. In front there was a plunging neckline between form-fitting cups that created devastating cleavage, supported by spaghetti straps. It was the white equivalent of the 'little black dress' your slutty sister might wear to embarrass her mother to tears. Beneath the dress, they had chosen the tiniest, sheerest white low-rise g-string, with a narrow triangle of see-through material that could barely contain Susan's large and pouting vulva lips. If she were to 'accidentally' flash the room a look at her panties, they would clearly see her shaven pussy with no difficulty. Atop the dress, a simple string of white pearls and matching earrings. A small white lambskin clutch and an off-white cashmere overcoat completed the ensemble. The overall affect was that the innocence of the white was overpowered by the sensuality of woman, creating a delightful juxtaposition of values and mores. At 7:10pm, Susan's makeup was done and she was dressed when the doorbell rang. Jeffrey said, "You look magnificent. I can hardly keep from dropping to my knees and humping your leg." Susan giggled, "You'll get your chance to hump more than that when I get home. In the meantime, I want you to clean the bathrooms, hand-wash all my bras and panties, and put clean sheets on our bed. And I want you to stay undressed while I'm gone, but keep your hands off your penis. Its mine and I have plans for it later this evening." Jeffrey smiled and said, "Yes, dear." "Good boy," she said, "Now go answer the door, honey, while I give my makeup one last look." "But I'm naked and it's Nissa," he pleaded. Susan took a couple steps closer, towering over her husband by several inches in her sexy heels. She hugged him and whispered in his ear, "She knows I've been keeping you naked at home, honey, it's no big deal. You're going to have to get used to it some time, sweetheart." She kissed him lightly on the cheek and reached down, taking his testicles in her hand and giving them a gentle squeeze. "You know I'm in charge and that I know what's best for you, Sweetheart, and if I say you should answer the door for one of my friends without any clothes on, I want you to obey me. Now go show Nissa what a good obedient boy you are for me, ok?" "Yes, dear," he said softly, "It's just...she'll see me erect, honey..." "I know, dear, but it's ok if she sees your erection. Don't you think it's better for my friends to see my husband's penis at its best? Your penis is very attractive dear, and it's time I showed it off a little bit. Now be a good boy for me. Go answer the door." "Yes, dear," he said with an adorable tremble in his voice. Susan gave him an encouraging swat on his cute bottom to send him on his way. She smiled as she returned to the mirrors to give her look a last once-over, and awaited the sounds of Jeffrey's dilemma from the nearby living room. Jeffrey walked faster when Nissa rang the bell a second time. He was blushing already with embarrassment and his penis was rock hard at its full five inches. He wished he was bigger, like the young lovers the two women bragged about, but there was absolutely nothing a man could do about it, short of dangerous surgery. He opened the door, hiding his naked body behind it, and croaked an embarrassed, "Hi Nissa, please come in." Nissa breezed by in her black overcoat. "Hello Jeffrey," she said with an unhappy voice, "I thought you'd leave me in the cold all night." Susan's life-long best friend had never liked Jeffrey. She always thought Susan could have done much better. She was usually civil, and she had long ago accepted and tolerated him. But she still didn't really like the man. She felt strangely different about him since he'd agreed to allow Susan to date; like maybe she had misjudged him. And many things that Susan had told her in the past week had opened Nissa's eyes anew. But as she sashayed into the center of the living room and turned to see Jeffrey's naked bottom as he closed the door, she couldn't help but smile broadly. "Jeffrey!" she said with obvious pleasure, "You're naked." Jeffrey blushed anew and turned toward her with his hands trying to cover his extended genitals and only partially succeeding. "Yes," he muttered. "Well, this is a nice surprise. I knew Sue preferred you undressed at home, but I would have thought you'd put something on when I came over..." She eyed him up and down, pausing only a moment to pout at the position of his hands. "Susan told me to answer the door...like this." "Did she now? How delightful. Did she tell you to cover yourself up with your hands?" "She didn't say..." said Jeffrey looking down, unable to meet her eyes. "Well, if she told you to answer the door naked, I'm sure she didn't mean for you to hide your...package." Nissa's eyes bored into his. She was truly enjoying this very much. "I think Sue would want you to have your hands at your sides. Don't you think so, Jeffrey?" Jeffrey closed his eyes and nodded in defeat. He let his hands fall to his sides, and just stood before his wife's best friend completely exposed. He couldn't help but be even more aroused by the situation. There was something about being naked and vulnerable and embarrassed in front of a strange woman that made his erect penis throb with excitement. Nissa was certainly no stranger; he'd known her more than 25 years. But this was the first time she'd seen him naked. In fact, other than nurses, no woman other than Susan had seen him naked since he'd left home. There was something fiendishly arousing about being naked in front of a fully clothed woman -- he'd enjoyed fantasies on the CFNM websites he'd visited, but the reality of it was much more intense. "Jeffrey," said Nissa brightly with her eyes fixed on his groin, "You've got a stiffy; how adorable." Jeffrey blushed again just as Susan walked into the room to see her naked husband standing at attention as her best friend inspected his naked body for the first time. "I see you two are getting...acquainted," said Susan with humor in her voice. "Yes," said Nissa, "It seems I'm getting to know your husband much better this evening. I'm even warming up to him a little. He does look very nice without any clothes on, I can see why you've decided to keep him this way..." "Yes, I'm very proud of my man. I think he's gorgeous and sexy, don't you?" "Strangely, I'd have to say yes," said Nissa, "I think I have a new appreciation for him." She turned to Jeffrey and said, "Jeffrey, I have to admit that you look very fit and handsome this evening. I look forward to seeing you again real soon. But we're running late and I need to get your wife in my car and to the club before the boys get too restless. As you know, we have a schedule to keep." Nissa smiled and took Susan's arm, and suddenly they were two giggling girls on prom night. The transformation was instantaneous and stark. As they walked past Jeffrey as he stood naked by the door, they both blew him a kiss. Nissa shot a quick glance at his genitals and winked at him playfully. He was suddenly happy because it was the first time Nissa had been nice to him and said anything complimentary. She hadn't made any mention that his penis was smaller than her date's, and that was unexpectedly pleasant. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 03 Jeffrey pulled himself together and stripped the sheets of the king size bed, starting them in the laundry. In half an hour, the bathrooms were clean, and the sheets were already in the dryer. Jeffrey sat on the sofa, watching TV, with the cordless phone at his side and waited for Susan's first call which was due at 8pm... Nissa and Susan chatted excitedly in Nissa's Lexus as they drove to the Hilton. They'd be a half hour late to the boys, which was just fine with them. "Make 'em wait," said Nissa, "I want John to be horny before I get there. Making him wait for it is always a good thing." Both women giggled at that. They decided to have Valet Parking. Nissa argued that, while it was an extra $30, it was near the front door and the valets were cute. It would be a good start to the evening to flash the valet boys a look up their skirts as they got out of the car. Susan laughed and said that her panties would leave absolutely nothing to their imagination. Nissa asked, "You wore panties?" and grinned a very naughty grin, igniting another round of giggles and reproof from Susan. "What would your mother think?" The valet adventure went as planned, at least for Susan. When the good looking young man opened her door and welcomed her to the Hilton, Susan took a deep breath and fixed her eyes on his so that she wouldn't miss his reaction to her next move. She slowly slid sideways in the seat, allowing her knees to rise to clear the baseboard with her heels. As she did so, her knees parted accidentally for just a little longer than necessary, and the young man rewarded her with wide eyes as his jaw dropped open. She was quite pleased and wished she'd had her cell phone in her hand to take the boy's picture. As she stood, she noticed that several bellmen and another valet were standing back, but strategically positioned to have been afforded a clear view of her exposed pussy, in her tiny sheer thong. Susan smiled at all the boys and they smiled back with gratitude. Definitely a fine start to the evening, she thought. She and Nissa compared notes on their way through the lobby, and Nissa's experience had been quite similar except for her complete lack of panties, and that she had turned to the 'exposed' position and held it a moment to wait for the valet to take her hand to help her up. The stunned boy hesitated, thereby prolonging the view time that the crowed of employees had been afforded. She was quite pleased with herself and assured Susan that there were several boys running to the bathroom that instant to masturbate while the vision of Nissa's freshly shaved pussy still lingered in their naughty little minds... The ladies took a moment to check their coats with the bell desk, and then made the long walk across the lobby toward the club, turning the heads of every businessman and male employee in the marbled hall. Very satisfying indeed. Upon entering the Bar, the two mature vixens drew the rapt attention of every male in the establishment. There was actually a lull in conversation as all the unescorted boys in the place stopped talking and began to rehearse their pick up lines. Faces all over the room pouted when John and Randy floated from a secluded booth to take the arms of their dates and escort them to their seats. Nissa and Susan looked at each other over the arms of their boys as they walked together. Nissa mouthed, "Wow" at Susan, who nodded sagely. Just getting from the car to their table had provided enough testosterone-soaked worship and adoration to keep any woman walking a foot off the ground for a year. This sort of thing could become addicting. Susan understood the rush that made a stripper enjoy her job more and more... The boys led the ladies to a booth in the farthest corner, where the already dark lighting of the establishment seemed to be worst. The print on the menu was barely visible in the stygian shadows. The young men insisted the ladies scoot all the way into the center of the horseshoe, and seated themselves on each side. Happy chatting ensued; filled with compliments from the men as to the beauty, sexiness, and the devastating apparel of the ladies. All such words were gladly absorbed by Susan and Nissa, as was their due. The boys had steaks and the ladies had salads, all served rather quickly to make time for the consumption of adult beverages upon which the fortunes of the bar were based. And shortly after 8pm, the music started up just as Susan was polishing off the last crouton of her Caesar, and she excused herself to go to the ladies room and make her first secret phone call to Jeffrey. She made her way across the dance floor, which had only a few couples on it, and enjoyed the attention of interested male eyes as she swayed and jiggled her way toward the ladies'. In the darkened alcove with the bank of obsolete pay phones, Susan flipped open her cell and punched the speed dial for home. Jeffrey answered on the first ring. Susan said, "Hi, Jeffrey, how are things at home?" "All's quiet on the western front, Ma'am," said Jeffrey in a southern drawl. "Are you finished with chores, honey?" "Oh yes, all done." "Good boy," she said, "Are the sheets in the laundry?" "Just moved them to the drier," he said. "Very good; then I guess you're just watching TV, sitting naked on the couch." "Yes, dear." "Is your penis erect, honey?" she asked. "A little bit," he admitted. "Well let's see if I can help with that," she said with a very seductive voice. "When Nissa and I got here, we used the valet parking and a nice young man opened my door for me. Well, I was spinning in the seat to get my legs out of the door, and I guess my knees came apart a little bit for a couple seconds...accidentally." She paused a moment and only heard Jeffrey's excited-sounding breathing. She said, "You know how bright it is right at the entrance, and my dress is kind of short, so... Well, there was the handsome valet, and several other boys nearby, bellmen I think, and they were all looking right at me so they all got to look up my skirt, honey. I'm pretty sure they all got a very good long look at my new panties..." "Oh, my," Jeffrey whispered. "Honestly, I have to admit that I let them look, honey. I scooted out just a little so that my bottom was on the edge of the seat and I left my legs apart for a few seconds while I got my purse. I wanted to let them see my panties, and they all got an eye full. What do you think of that?" Jeffrey imagined the scene. His wife's skirt riding up her thighs, her knees parted just enough, and the floodlights shining right between her thighs... Her tiny panty would have been so sheer, revealing the pouting lips of her pussy clearly to the boys... Then the slow count of three as she reached for her purse to give them a good look before she stood up... He said, "They would have been able to see your pussy, and see that you're shaved, dear." "Yes, Jeffrey," she said in her deepest voice, "I know they saw my sheer panties, honey, and I'm sure they could see right through them. Don't you think so?" "Yes, I'm sure they saw you, dear." "I let five boys look up my dress, see my tiny sheer g-string, and look at my pussy, Jeffrey, and I let them do it for several long seconds. Does that help your penis to get erect, honey?" "Yes, I'm hard now, dear." "Good boy," she said, and hung up. Susan slipped into the ladies room, peed, checked her makeup and then headed for the booth to start teasing her other man for the evening. She smiled and soaked up all the male attention as she sashayed back to her booth and her date. My date, she thought, how lovely, I'm on a date with a young, attractive, well-endowed man. And later this evening, I'm going to have him up in the suite... She worked out her plan for teasing Randy to a fully overheated state in the booth and on the dance floor. And as she arrived at the table and he got up smiling to let her into the seat, she began to implement her arousal plan by boldly sliding her hand directly over his crotch as she passed him. Her move was blatant so that anyone looking would have seen it; and certainly both John and Nissa noticed and smiled. Randy was happily shocked as he sat down next to her, "My, that was forward, Susan," he whispered. She whispered back, "Just be a good boy and I will be much more forward than that." She grinned and winked at Nissa as she let her hand fall obviously onto Randy's lap. Susan was pleased to find that Randy was already firming up a bit in his tight slacks as she caressed her hand up and down his inner thigh, making sure to fully cover his genital bulge with each pass. Nissa saw what Susan was doing and began to mirror her movements on John's leg as well. Just then, a cute waitress appeared at the edge of the small table to ask for drink orders. Both Susan and Nissa continued to caress their dates' crotches without pause. If anything, they were more obvious about it, and the waitress noticed right away and blushed, smiling. "Can I get you anything?" she asked politely. The girl was closer to the handsome blonde Randy and kept trying not to look at what was happening in his lap but it was a difficult test of self control, and happily, she failed. The girl's eyes became riveted to the growing profile of the young man's stiffening shaft, outlined tight and clear down the leg of his slacks. She could see the ridge and shape of his head as Susan's hand slid up and down, driving the boy to wiggle involuntarily in his seat. Susan's fingertips played lightly upon the swollen head of Randy's penis as the waitress watched with rapt attention. Susan continued teasing the boy as she cleared her throat, "Uh-hum," she said, to get the waitress's attention. "Are you ready...to order?" said the waitress with a squeaky voice. "Definitely," said Susan, "I'd like a Cosmopolitan and Randall will have a diet coke." Susan smiled at her date and squeezing his penis, she whispered, "I don't want your performance dampened by alcohol, honey." Randy's eyes went wide and he grinned, "Ok by me, Susan." Nissa and John gave their drink orders and the waitress reluctantly departed after giving Randy's swollen crotch a final pleased glance. The room got a bit darker, and the music softened to a slow number. Susan immediately pushed Randy to leave the booth and he stood up with his hands over his now-very-obvious erection and looking around to see who might notice the bulging evidence of Susan's handiwork. Susan did her valet-parking number, sliding to the edge of the padded seat so that her hemline rose enticingly, and parting her knees fairly wide as she brought her legs around. She watched Randy's eyes go directly to her now exposed panties and she was pleased that he liked what he saw, even in the darkness of the room. Susan decided that she really liked flashing panty at boys, since their reactions gave her such a satisfying rush of power, and resolved to make it a habit in the future. As she stood, she took Randy's hand and led him to the dance floor, thereby uncovering his large swollen package for all to see. Once in the center of the room, she put her arms around his neck and pressed her body against his as they swayed together. She enjoyed the stiffness she felt against her tummy and the feeling of his hands as they explored her uncovered back. When he tried to cup her ass with his hands, she gave him a stern whisper to "behave", and he dutifully raised his hands off of her cheeks. "Good boy," she said, snuggling against him once again. Randy whispered, "You seem quite a bit more forward than last week, Susan, and it was really embarrassing that you were touching me in front of the waitress." She said, "I like to show you off, and I like to touch you. Do you want me to stop?" "No, don't stop, of course I like you touching me, but it was embarrassing, that's all. And when I walked out here with a hard-on, a lot of people stared at me." She purred, "Didn't you like it when the ladies looked at your big cock, honey?" "I guess, a little, but I felt half naked." "Hmm...only 'half'? We'll need to work on that. Anyway, I enjoyed showing you off and letting the other women know what I'd be getting and what they can't have..." Randy chuckled, "Ok, Susan, I guess I can handle that, thanks." They danced silently together, one of only a few couples on the floor since the hour was early. Susan continually ground her tummy against Randy's turgid cock, keeping up some stimulation so that he would remain hard for the trip back to the table when the song was over. "Did you like my panties?" asked Susan, referring to the flashing exhibition she'd given when exiting the booth. "Oh yes, very lovely; my favorite," said Randy. "Really? Those are your favorite kind of panties?" asked Susan. "What is it, exactly, that makes them your favorite?" "Well, I would have to say that they're my favorite because you're in them. I'm sure I wouldn't like them on anyone else," he said, feeling good about his answer. Susan looked up with a smirk on her lips, "Did they teach you that at 'Smooth School'? That's a bit smarmy, but a girl still has to give a boy an 'A' for that answer," she said as she patted his bottom. "Good boy," she said. She continued. "So besides the fact that I'm wearing them, what else did you like about seeing my panties?" "I like that they fit you so well, and that they are very sheer. It was like seeing your naked pussy, only more ladylike. I liked it a lot." "Do you always look up a lady's skirt when you get the chance?" she asked. "Always," he smiled. Susan swatted his bottom, "Naughty boy," she said, and then took his hand again and led him back to the booth as the tempo of the music picked up. She purposefully led Randy past a group of younger women who had filled up a nearby table, forcing him to slowly walk behind her like she was leading a child. But he was clearly not a child, as the ladies at the table were pleased and eager to observe, smiling as they eyed his big thick penis clearly straining against the leg of his slacks as he passed by. The table erupted into whoops and giggles as soon as Susan had drug him past. Returning to the booth, Susan quickly noticed that John and Nissa had traded places, with Nissa now on the outside seat and John toward the middle of the horseshoe. Nissa's arm was moving rhythmically in John's lap and the young man had a frightened but cooperative look on his face. "Whatever are you doing, Nissa?" asked Susan with mock concern. "Oh, I'm just stroking his penis a little bit, trying to decide if I'm going to let him cum here at the table, but I was thinking it would just be too messy. What do you think?" Susan said, "Well, if I were you, I'd save him for the room later. But it doesn't hurt to play with him so that he's nice and ready when the time comes." "That's what I was thinking," said Nissa happily, her big breasts jiggling as she stroked her date's penis more quickly. She turned to him and hissed, "Don't you cum, Johnny -- not until momma tells you it's ok." "Yes, Nissa," the boy gasped, straining to control himself as she tested his control to its limits. Susan slid into the booth next to Johnny and looked into his lap as Randy sat down beside her. Without looking, Susan put her hand into Randy's lap again and resumed her caressing and playing with his restrained erection. She said over her shoulder, "Keep your knees apart, Randall, I don't want to feel like you're being uncooperative." She smiled as she felt Randy's thighs part to allow her more access to let her hand play with his genitals. She moved lower and began kneading his testicles as she continued to watch Nissa's hand stroking John's exposed erection. John's penis was not as long as Randy's, but certainly as thick, and it looked nice and big in Nissa's little hand. Susan could see a big pearl of Pre-seminal fluid had formed at the tip of his penis and was threatening to roll off of its precarious perch and drip onto Nissa's hand. Nissa's hand slowed down, allowing a small relief to appear on John's brow, which quickly changed to a look of panic. John was staring wide eyed across the table, and Nissa was looking up the same direction and smiling. Susan turned her head to see the waitress had returned and the young girl was looking back and forth between Nissa's arm motion and Randy's lap with a look of amazement on her face. Now that all eyes were on her, she gulped and said, "Can I get you another round?" Nissa said, "Two of the same, please," as she happily continued stroking John's penis just out of site of the standing waitress. Susan said, "The same for us," as she smiled and continued massaging Randy's aroused genitals, which could be clearly seen by the young girl. The waitress smiled and took her time writing the order on a napkin. When she was done, she said, "I don't mean to intrude, but, um..." "Yes?" Susan smiled up at her. "Well, uh, normally, I see men's hands all over their dates in these dark booths, and, um, well this is kind of refreshing. I mean, well, it's nice to see the ladies getting their fair share." She blushed, feeling that she may have overstepped. "Ah," said Susan, "So you don't often see a woman who is playing with her date's penis?" "No, I don't; actually, never, but I think it's cool." She smiled. "Glad you think so," said Nissa, speeding up her strokes and making her big boobs jiggle wildly with the effort. "You know," the waitress said, "There are no skirts on these tables, and, um, well that big table of girls over there can see right under the top from their angle. They're the ones that told me you had his, uh, well he's out of his pants..." She blushed, and looked away for a moment. "Wow," said Nissa, "Did you hear that, John? Those young ladies over there can see me stroking your big cock. Do you think I should stop?" John's face was sweating and his brow was nit in concentration as he tried desperately not to ejaculate. He gasped, "Whatever you think... ugh ...oh!" Nissa took her hand away, "Put that away, Johnny, Momma wants to dance." The young man barely had time to get his engorged penis stuffed back inside his fly before Nissa was nearly dragging him onto the dance floor. Soon, they were lost in the crowd and swaying to the music. The young waitress walked away smiling, to take drink orders from the table with all the young girls -- obviously to also compare notes. Susan turned to Randy and looked at the smiling young man. So handsome, she thought, staring into his pretty blue eyes and admiring his fine blonde hair. She leaned closer to him and whispered. "I have some plans for you tonight, so I think we'll be excusing ourselves to the room soon." His eyebrows rose in response and Susan filled him in. "I have a room in the hotel, so that the two of us can spend some time together. Alone." Randy's big grin was charming as he said, "That sounds like a great plan, Susan. I'm ready whenever you are." "Of course you are, dear, you're a man. Men are always ready." She sipped her drink, "But I want you to know a few things. First, this is our second date, and by now you have figured out that our dates, if they continue, will be about having a good time dancing, and then having sex. If you'd like to continue forward as my regular lover, then there are going to be rules." He said, "I think you're a very beautiful and sexy woman, Susan, and I would love to see you regularly. What rules do you have in mind? I think I can be pretty flexible..." She smiled, "Rule number one is that I want a lover that can come in me. So you, mister, are going to have to refrain from sex with anyone but me for as long as we're lovers. Can you handle that?" She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 03 "Yes, I can handle that," he said. She looked sternly into the young man's eyes. "Promise me." "I promise I won't have any other woman as long as you're having me... uh... regularly. By the way, what does 'regular' mean, exactly?" She smiled, "I'm thinking about once a week. Would that work for you? I promise to always leave you completely exhausted and drained..." She grinned deviously and caressed his erection with her surreptitious hand. "Absolutely!" he beamed. "Alright," she said, "The next rule is that you follow my lead. When we get together, I'll generally have some things in mind that I want to do. I need you to be cooperative and not try to take charge. I don't mind you trying to grope me, it's fun, but I don't want you taking too many liberties and I'm not the kind of girl that wants to be carried to bed, stripped, and fucked. I like to make love. So if you get too forceful I'll let you know, and I'll expect you to back down. If you come on strong and don't cooperate with my signals and communication, we're through." "Yes, Ma'am," he said in all seriousness. "Please just try to be clear with what you want and don't want so that I don't get in trouble for misunderstanding. I want you to be happy so that I get to see you again. I won't knowingly or purposefully screw up." She smiled, "Well, I guess that's all a girl can wish for, thank you." She continued, "Rule number three. We are not going to fall in love, and get married. We can be very affectionate friends with very intimate benefits, but I don't want you to start sending me flowers and writing me poems. The moment I think you're falling in love with me, we're through. Just be a good boy for me and understand this is not forever. We're not going to grow old together. Our relationship won't last too long; maybe six months or a year at most. Do you understand?" He said, "Yes, I understand. We need to approach this whole thing as friends who get together and enjoy sex. I'll think of you as a really hot and attractive woman, who just so happens to want to have a young guy on the side, and that I'm lucky to be that guy for as long as it lasts." "Yes," she said, "That would be a good attitude to have, because that is the truth." They sipped their drinks in silence, and then Susan looked at her watch. It was time again to call Jeffrey. She slid out of the booth with Randy's help and sauntered off toward the phone bank again, to get at least a little ways away from the loudest music, and dialed. Again, Jeffrey picked up on the first ring. She said, "Hello, sweetheart, how are you feeling?" "I guess really nervous and excited. The clock is moving so slow..." "I know honey," she cooed softly, "But I know you're going to be patient for me, and I love you so much. I can't wait to get home to you..." Later: Susan as very pleased with herself as she kissed randy on her doorstep, and put the key in the lock. She had accomplished her goal of getting three ejaculations out of the poor, tired boy. She grinned as she felt all wet and squishy between her thighs, and hoped her panties were doing a good job of keeping as much of her date's warm young goo still inside her as possible. She had glanced down there in the suite's bathroom before the drive home, and had been pleased to see his fluids had spread all over her tummy, thighs, and her shaved pussy. Her vaginal lips were red and puffy from having been stretched wide and taken such a good pounding from the boy. She could still feel her fat vulva throb and pout as she squeezed her thighs together. She ran her tongue across her teeth and licked her lips, knowing that her breath must still hold the hot male scent of the semen she had swallowed directly from Randy's stiff spurting penis. 'Yummy,' she thought as she could still taste a trace of his semen in her mouth, feel the bigness of him stretching her lips, and the sensual echo of the soft velvet of his head upon her tongue. Her nipples were stiff with renewed arousal, though a little sore from Randy's ardent suckling, as she anticipated the next moment when she would present herself to her husband. She thought of the two dribbles of semen she had purposefully allowed to drip from her mouth onto each breast, and had gently rubbed around to cover her nipples and some of the soft white flesh around them. She pushed the door open to see her sweet husband standing naked and waiting for her with a full erection. She eyed his penis with renewed love and appreciation as she thought about how her husband loved her and wanted her, especially after she had enjoyed he lover. She thought he was a very good husband indeed. She smiled brightly, and said, "Hi honey, I can see that you missed me while I was on my date...I missed you too!" She softly closed the door and then took her husband in her arms, kissing him softly on the cheek and biting his ear as she whispered, "My mouth still tastes of semen, honey, so you need to think about that before we kiss. How about you take me to bed and get me undressed. I have some things to show you..." He nodded and picked her up as she giggled at his manly gesture. "My Lancelot," she whispered as he carried her to the bedroom. Jeffrey started to remove Susan's sexy shoes, but she said, "Leave them on, honey." He eagerly helped her out of her dress, and then Susan lay back luxuriously in only her little thong panties. She put her hands seductively on the pillow over her head and raised one knee, allowing her thighs to part slightly and reveal the messy crotch of her panties to her husband. She lay still, watching him lovingly and allowing him time to see her body and process his feelings. His eyes stayed fixed upon her panty crotch, freshly wet with the evidence of her tryst. He trembled inside, now confronted fully with the proof his wife's lovemaking. No more fantasy; no more doubt. Jeffrey dealt with the full knowledge that his wife had spread her thighs and allowed the penis of a young and virile man to thrust into her and to ejaculate inside her body. There seemed to be so much semen... He looked at her soft inner thighs, also anointed with the evidence of her lover. His eyes traveled up her taught and shapely belly and lingered on her full and soft breasts as they rose and fell with her breathing. Her nipples were erect and seemed a bit puffy. There were a couple faint red marks on the soft white flesh, perhaps hickeys or soft bite-marks. He couldn't help but grin that her lover liked her breasts as much as he did... He looked at her face and returned her seductive smile. Her lips were full and looked deliciously kissable. He wondered how he felt about kissing her mouth, since she had warned him that her lover had spurted semen there. He wasn't sure. Her eyes were so beautiful as they looked at him with love and softness. She was being quiet and patient for him, letting him look and think. He loved her for it. He slowlylooked back down toward her panties and took gentle hold at her hips, slowly drawing the lacy facbric down her thighs and off, careful not to remive her shoes. Her bare pussy was now revealed as she kept one knee up again and let her thighs part a little wider for him. Her lips were darker pink than usual and seemed a little swollen from her lovemaking. He let out a deep breath as he saw that her entire crotch area was wet with semen. Her vagina was partly gapped, since her thighs were parted, and he could see semen at the mouth of her opening. Her lover must have stretched her, he thought, because she was still loose. After he had looked between her parted thighs for quite some time, seeing the softness of her lips in their pink and puffy beauty, and the wetness of her lover's semen all over her body, he closed his eyes and breathed deeply. Susan spread her legs and lifted her knees as she held out her arms to him. She whispered, "Come, my husband, and make love to your wife." Jeffrey got onto the bed and moved gently between her thighs, putting his penis near her relaxed and beckoning vagina. He hesitated a moment, looking at his penis so close to her puffy vulva and distended labia, all glistening and dripping with the wetness of her lover's fresh semen. The mouth of her vagina was open, as though stretched so much it couldn't close. It was a surreal moment for Jeffrey. The reality of the situation was fully becoming clear. The line had been fully crossed. He was a cuckold husband. Jeffrey thought that the reality was different than the fantasy; so much more real and intense now. He felt at once a mixture of pain and happiness, of fear and love. She had done what he'd always wanted. And now he was faced with the reality of entering his wife and making love to her so soon after her lover had been with her and her body so clearly proved that he had been. All five of Jeffrey's senses confirmed what he already knew. His eyes could see the proof between her thighs that another man had been in her. She smelled of sex and the sweat and semen of another man. Her skin felt sticky with another man's fluids. He heard her words -- on the phone during her date, and now that she was home -- and every sound confirmed the truth. He had not tasted her, but he knew when he kissed her, there would be a faint foreign taste on her lips. He shuddered visibly as the truth of it hit home. He was not shocked that she had truly and thoroughly made love with her date, which was forgone before it happened. The reality that shocked him was that the clearly proven genuineness of her dalliance was indeed more exciting than he had expected. The reality was better than the fantasy. Her body had been fully used by her date and now she had come home to him, covered in the evidence of their passionate lovemaking. She was being so patient and warm and loving with him. She gave him time to adjust, time to look at her body's evidence, and to think about what it all meant. Her words were soft and affectionate and caring; even though as she spoke he could smell the faint scent of man on her breath. Everything about his wife turned him on more than he could ever remember, and yet he paused at the threshold of her womanhood. He knew that once he had entered her, it would demonstrate his full acceptance and approval of her infidelity, and seal his fate as her cuckold husband. He would be stepping through the door as she held it open for him. He would be entering a new room and a new life that could not be undone. His thoughts and feelings were so intense that he couldn't move as wave after wave of powerful emotions washed over him. He felt every sort of feeling he could imagine, with the strange absence of a few he'd expected to feel. Remorse, regret, anger, betrayal, - none of these feelings touched him. There was a little fear and jealousy, but they were colored with excitement and awe and served only to heighten his arousal and submissive feelings towards his beautiful wife... Susan knew she must give him both time and encouragement in just the right amounts. Patience was paramount for a wife in her position. She must let her husband work through his first experience of her post-date body on his own, with only a little help from her. She sensed his hesitation immediately as he had positioned himself between her open thighs. She knew her job at this moment was to be open and welcoming to him -- to be gentle and patient and loving and supportive, but not demanding or pushy. When her intuition told her he was ready after giving him the time he needed, she sought to comfort him. "It's ok, Jeffrey," she whispered, "I've had my lover, and now I want my husband." He looked up into her eyes as her hands on his shoulders began to pull gently. "It's alright, honey," she cooed, "It's time for you to enter me. Just slide forward and into me, sweetheart." She smiled and put every ounce of love and acceptance and compassion she had into her eyes as she gently willed him to comply with her request. He looked down at his penis and watched as he moved his hips very slowly forward. The head of his penis touched the warm and wet entrance and then slipped effortlessly in. She was so well lubricated with both semen and her own arousal, and she was so loose inside, that there was no resistance at all. He watched as each inch of his shaft slowly disappeared into his wife until he was fully inside her. She wrapped her legs around his back and just held him tightly inside her, letting him just be in her for a minute or two without moving. Jeffrey had never felt her so loosely. She felt very hot and soft as always, but she had never been so slippery even when they had used lots of lube. He knew the added slipperiness was supplied by her lover's semen, and the thought that she was so full of cum and that his penis was now covered with it made him shudder. He was torn between the excitement of the situation and his deep aversion to homosexuality. He was a submissive man, but he was very straight. He pushed that thought aside and again focused on how loosely the pink softness of her vagina barely clung to him. There was contact, but no feeling of tightness at all. It was as though his penis were swimming in a warm wet pool. It was so different than before, but not bad. Just different. It was the reason for her looseness that again gave him a thrill down his spine. He was in his wife after another man had been there... After the pause for him to get acquainted with her body in this strange an new condition, Susan still held him tight to her with her legs and she began to slowly rotate her hip against him. "Mmmm..." she said, "That's what I want. I have my husband in me...mmmm..." Jeffrey just held still and let his wife control things. He felt her vagina squish and slosh around his stiff penis as she ground her clitoris against his pubic bone. He enjoyed her little moans and squeaks of pleasure and marveled that she could still want more sex after obviously having plenty with her lover. He could feel warm fluids slipping out of her as she rolled her hips on his penis, dripping down and covering his scrotum and her bottom, making the joining of their bodies gooey and squishy. She seemed to be enjoying it, as though the blending of their bodies with the semen she'd brought home to him was a real turn on for her. If it was true that coming home to him after being with her lover would make her horny for him, he thought that was wonderful. After a little while, Jeffrey felt her legs relax a little, signaling that it was time for him to take over and do his 'husbandly duties', as she'd always playfully called it when it was his turn to do the thrusting. He began to slide his penis slowly in and out, lowering his body onto hers so that he could feel her breasts jiggle softly against his chest with each thrust. After his long time of silence, Susan was very pleased when he finally said something. He whispered in her ear, "You're so wet and loose." She just kissed his cheek in response, letting him do the thinking and talking now. She had given him control of their lovemaking now and she wanted him to pleasure his penis in her body at his own pace. His thrusts increased in speed and urgency a little. "He must be big...and he came a lot," he gasped. Susan smiled and kept kissing him, whispering only, "Yes...", to encourage him to continue to do the talking. Ever so slowly, Jeffrey's thrusting continued to become more forceful, though not increasing much in tempo. He built up the strength of his hips' movements so that when he thrust forward, Susan's whole body shook and he could feel the satisfying jiggle of her breasts against his chest. It felt good to seat his penis more powerfully into her again and again, and Susan was very pleased with his increased vigor. "Your lover was thrusting in like this..." he whispered. She kissed his neck as she whispered, "Yes, honey, but now I'm yours. He only gets to borrow me sometimes." She grinned at his increased thrusting and heavier breathing. His words told her everything she needed to know, and she was content to let her husband keep the lead on the conversation. She would merely confirm and encourage, as she knew that at this time it was best for her to remain mostly silent. But as part of her encouragement, she allowed her lips to emit soft gasps and intakes of breath when he gave her a particularly hard thrust, just to let him know he was doing a good job. Boys need positive feedback from a lady so that they know she is enjoying their efforts... Jeffrey gasped, "So slippery...", as his thrusts began to increase in tempo. Susan cooed, "Mmmm..." at his thrusts, and whispered softly, "Do you like that?" She had her answer and smiled as he gasped, "Ooohhh...", and thrust faster and harder. It seemed to her there was a vein of gold that should be mined more deeply. She said, "Can you feel my lover's cum making me all slippery inside, honey?" "Ohhh God," he rasped as he thrust with all his might, delighting his wife with his desperate plunges, each one delivered with its own little gasp from his parted lips. She caressed him with her hands as she murmured, "Yes, honey, I'm full of my lover's cum, but now I want to feel you cum in me, honey." She was rewarded with a further increase in her husband's urgency. She whispered, "I want my husband's semen... Give it to me, honey." Susan worked her vaginal muscles to try to squeeze his penis so he could feel more of her, and she of him. There was something thrilling and wonderful about pleasuring her husband's penis so soon after her lover had been inside her. Though Jeffrey's penis was smaller, it felt so right and wholesome to have her husband thrusting into her -- it felt like 'coming home' and she hoped he felt the same way. She felt like, with her lover in her she was enjoying sex with a man's penis, but with her husband in her she was making love with 'her' man. The size of Jeffrey's penis seemed even less important now. Only the love and connection between husband and wife mattered when she made love with Jeffrey. She had worried that having her dates with a 'big boy' would make her more dissatisfied with Jeffrey's genital size, but in fact the opposite occurred. Now that she had a big penis like Randy's available to enjoy, she was more satisfied than ever with Jeffrey's 'average' size. She realized it wasn't Jeffrey's penis that mattered to her anymore. What mattered was who Jeffrey was -- her beloved husband. How strange, she thought, that having a lover made her appreciate intercourse with her husband more... It was so erotic to Jeffrey to thrust into his wife after her lover had done. She was stretched wide and deep by her lover's big penis, and she was so full and slippery with his semen. Somehow, the fact that Susan's lover was bigger, and that he had filled her with his cum, was scrambling Jeffrey's emotions. What should have been jealousy was changed into arousal, fear into excitement, and worry into desire. It only took a few more thrusts before ejaculation was upon him. He gasped and moaned and spurted into his wife again and again. Susan was saying, "Oh yes, that's it, cum in me honey, spurt in me. Yes, that's my good boy, come in your wife. Your penis feels so good when you spurt in me. Give me all your semen, Jeffrey, I need it all. I love when you cum for me!" She knew from experience that this sort of talk really helped her dear husband come hard for her, and she loved to help heighten his ejaculation and make him feel that he had pleased her. He always pleased her, but it was good for him to hear that she liked it. She kissed the side of his face and caressed him as he finally lay spent and exhausted atop her, his penis pulsing softly and giving her his few last drops. After a little while, he went soft in her so that she no longer felt his penis at all. Every few moments, she whispered, "I love you," between kisses on his cheek and neck as she enjoyed feeling his relaxed weight on her. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 04 PLEASE READ: This story is full of female-dominant / male-submissive content, including Cuckolding. If you don't like that sort of thing, please move on to one of the other wonderful stories found on this site. Also, if you're reading this story shortly after it was uploaded, it is part of an incomplete series, and the plotlines will not have resolved at the finish of this installment. All Characters are 18 years old. Thank you for reading with these warnings in mind. All the best! – Jeffrey Several weeks later... Jeffrey was doing the laundry. He was standing naked in front of the ironing board, using it as a platform upon which to fold some clothes. He had been hand-washing Susan's delicates, had let them air-dry, and was now folding her panties. He always stayed undressed in the house now, since Susan had suggested it would be exciting for him to do so. Originally, Susan had requested that he be nude when she was home, but in the past few weeks, she had suggested he simply wear nothing whenever he was home. She would call sometimes during the day to see how he was doing, and suggest he go online with the webcam to let her see. She never turned her camera on, and he would always be erect as she teased him that there were several ladies in her office with her to enjoy the 'viewing pleasure'. Now as he folded sheer lace bras and tiny lace panties he mused that her taste in clothing had changed in such a short time. Gone from her wardrobe were all but the sheerest and laciest undergarments now, since she had begun to enjoy her lover, Randy. It had been quite a transformation. Susan now dressed more feminine, a bit more revealing, and always wore the sexiest bras and panties, no matter whether she was going on a date or teaching a class. She said, "This way, I always feel sexy." As Jeffrey folded her little thongs, hardly enough fabric to fold really, he wondered if her lover had taken these particular panties off of her, and if so when. It made his penis give a little twitch and a grin pulled at the side of his mouth. He'd never thought that the reality of his wife having another man would be as pleasing as it had turned out to be. For both of them. He knew he would never meet the boy, nor even see him, for Susan had told him she thought it was a bad idea for her husband and her lover to meet. She wanted to keep the 'mystery' alive. She liked the feeling of being able to manage her two males effectively, and she thought that she should keep them well apart. She knew that Randy wouldn't last forever and had told Jeffrey so. She had also told him that after Randy, there would inevitably be another boy. Jeffrey finished folding bras and panties and took them in a basket upstairs to place them lovingly in Susan's chest of drawers. It was only 4pm in the afternoon, so Susan wouldn't be home for at least two more hours. That is why he was surprised to hear a key in the front door. He emptied the basket and slipped on a pair of small cotton gym shorts before he went to the living room to see who had just come in – perhaps one of their daughters was home unexpectedly... Jeffrey was surprised to see Susan and her two friends Nissa and Gail settling themselves onto chairs and the sofa and giggling excitedly. Susan looked up, "Hi honey, I've had to come home early. Gail & Nissa and I had lunch today, and we drank too much wine and talked too long, so we decided to come home." Jeffrey looked at Gail and she seemed quite happy, "Hi, Jeffrey," she said with a sparkle in her eye, "I'm surprised to see you... uh... dressed in shorts." He didn't know how to respond, so he said, "Can I get you ladies anything?" Susan said, "Why don't you open us a bottle of wine, dear?" "Ok," he said. He got three glasses and a bottle of white wine from the fridge. As he turned he was startled because Susan was right behind him. She whispered, "Honey, how come you're wearing shorts? I was expecting you to be, well, undressed when we got home. You know the girls know about that..." "Oh... uh... well, I didn't know if it was one of our girls, dear." She smiled, "I see, that's good. But none of the girls are coming home; I've talked to all of them in the last day. So... since it's just us, I'd like it if you'd just slip out of the shorts, honey, and serve the wine like you do for me every night." "But, Gail..." he started to say, but Susan put her finger on his lips to quiet him. "Honey, you know I've told Gail that I keep you undressed at home. And one of the reasons she agreed to come over was to see you. Nissa was complimentary, in her way, so I'd hate for you to disappoint my friends. Besides, Gail will see you naked sooner or later, dear..." Jeffrey sighed and nodded, setting the glasses and bottle down and sliding the shorts to his ankles as his wife watched happily. "Good boy," she said, "Now give me a minute to get settled with the girls before you come out, ok?" "Yes, dear," he said, as Susan walked back into the living room. Jeffrey gave a count of ten before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the kitchen. He couldn't help but smile and blush as he was greeted by the happy faces of the three beautiful women, and three pairs of feminine eyes looking him up and down. Gail was keeping her wide eyes mostly moving between Jeffrey's groin and face, and her smile was a little brighter than the others, since it had the added energy of discovery. Jeffrey handed each seated women a glass, and then stood before her as he poured - first Susan, then Nissa, then Gail. When he had finished, Gail smiled up at him, "Thank you, Jeffrey," she said, "and thanks for the wine, too," as she grinned and winked. "I always wondered, and now I know." "You're welcome," said Jeffrey as he began to blush. There was just something about being naked for the first time in front of a woman that made him feel quite flushed and embarrassed. Nissa smiled a wicked smile at Jeffrey, and couldn't help but tease him by saying, "Gail, don't you like seeing a man completely shaved? I think it's very nice and clean-looking without all that hair in the way." Gail giggled, showing signs of a bit too much wine. "Yes, I have to admit it makes the... revelation... more interesting." "That will be enough, girls," said Susan with mock sternness, "Don't you tease my husband. He's a very good husband to fulfill my request to be undressed in our home and you ladies should appreciate him for it." "We do," said Nissa and Gail together, followed by more giggles. Jeffrey set the wine bottle down and took his usual position, sitting Indian-style at Susan's feet and began to remove her pumps. He set the shoes aside and began to rub her feet as he always did whenever she returned home to him. "Oh, that's so sweet," said Gail, "I'm going to have to get Bob to start doing that for me, now that the cat's out of the bag." Jeffrey looked inquisitively at Susan, and she answered his unspoken question. "Let me bring you up to speed, dear," she said, "We three girls had lunch today because Gail had news that she just had to share." Both Gail and Nissa giggled at that, and Nissa said, "You're going to love this..." Susan shot her friend a scolding look and continued. "Well, taking my advice, Gail did some research on Bob's laptop, and found some quite interesting information. It seems that Bob frequently visits certain internet sites, and has some pictures and stories downloaded on his computer." She paused to sip some wine. "Well, I'm not sure now if I should be the one to say anything. Gail, what do you think?" "Oh, you can tell Jeffrey, I'm fine with that, especially since you've shared so much about Jeffrey with me..." Susan smiled, "Well, to make a long story short, Gail's husband Bob seems to enjoy pictures and stories about wives spanking their husbands." She paused a moment, and then added, "You know, honey, like we've done sometimes when you were a naughty boy." She sat back as though that was enough, with a smug grin on her face. All three women looked at Jeffrey, waiting eagerly for a response. He just swallowed hard and concentrated on Susan's feet in the hopes that he wouldn't blush, but a pink flush appeared on his neck and forehead almost immediately. "Mmm..." he murmured. Susan couldn't help but enjoy her husband's embarrassment. She loved him so, but there was a playful side that she couldn't help but let out now and again. "So, when Gail told us that," she said as she leaned forward to caress his cheek, "I let her know that you might have some insight to share. You know, to help her understand her husband better." "I see," he said, feeling very trapped. "I suppose so," he whispered. He was embarrassed anew, and though one part of him didn't like being put on the spot in front of his wife's friends, another part of him relished it. He felt vulnerable and exposed to be undressed in front of his wife's friends, and more so because they knew of his cuckolding. But now for them to know that he'd been very cooperative throughout their marriage whenever Susan had, on occasion, taken the notion to put him over her lap and spank his bottom. It was almost too much. Gail saw the look on his face and felt bad for enjoying his embarrassment so. She said warmly, "Honestly, Jeffrey, I love Bob very much and I don't judge him or you. I'd really like your help if you could tell me things so I could understand how Bob feels." Jeffrey was heartened by her concern and looked at her, "You promise not to make fun?" "Yes, definitely," she said. He believed her. Nissa, on the other hand, he knew would tease him mercilessly. There was nothing to be done about that. "What do you want to know?" he asked. "Why does Bob fantasize about being spanked by his wife?" she asked. He pondered a moment, gathered all his courage, and said, "I guess it's complicated. It's not about pain because you can get pain anywhere. It's about closeness, intimacy, trust, feelings of surrender, and some kind of maternal connection too, but not really about his mother. At least it isn't about mine." He glanced at Nissa, and she had a strange, almost appreciative look on her face, like she was seeing him in a different light. Again. Gail said, "Wow, really? Why is it intimacy when someone hits someone else?" Her face showed that this was not a judgment, but an honest request for information. He liked that about her. "It's hard to explain, but I'll try. If Susan slapped my face, it would hurt and I'd know she was very angry. If she went into her office and slammed the door and wouldn't talk to me I would know she was very angry and didn't like me enough to want to talk to me at that time. That's really bad." He looked at Gail and saw her nod that she understood, and perhaps had done those very things. He continued, "But if Susan remains calm and tells me exactly what she is upset about, and then tells me she's going to spank me, it makes me feel a strange mixture of emotions in my belly. Fear, worry, dread anticipation – but there's also hope and trust and love in it. I go over her lap knowing that she loves me." Jeffrey paused, looking down at the floor and then up to Susan's face and her look was one of pride and love. She was pleased with him. He said, "She may be angry and she may want to slap me on the face or lock me out of the house. But instead, she loves me enough to deal with it – with me. When she swats my bottom, it hurts. And don't think I couldn't get up any time I wanted to, because I could. But I don't because I love her too. She can spank me with her hand or with her paddle, and I'll lie as still as I can for her and take her swats because she means them for my benefit and for the benefit of our marriage. "She has my complete attention as she scolds me so I know exactly what has upset her – and believe me I do my best not to do it again. After it all, there are hugs and kisses and apologies and forgiveness, and I know she loves me. And she's no longer angry – so the problem is over. I think a woman can get her frustration out with a good spanking, and she feels better. Then she doesn't have to have the issue linger like a cloud over her relationship and the husband doesn't have to live under days or weeks of her displeasure." He looked up at Gail, "Does that make any sense?" "Yes," she said, "I never realized... I've never thought of it like that. I've often spent days so pissed at Bob that I couldn't see straight, let alone talk intelligently with him. I loved him no less, but I also thought he was an idiot." Her eyes gazed far away as she thought, and then she said, "How do you feel after a spanking?" "Well, sore, obviously," he said, inciting a nervous giggle from the women, each of whom was completely attentive to his every word. "My bottom would be pink and I'd have lingering reminders of my spanking when I'd sit down for the next day or so. Emotionally, I feel loved. That my wife would take the time and have the patience to put me over her lap and spank me is a good feeling. It makes me feel cared-for, loved, and looked-after; like she knows what's best for me, for us. Honestly, a little while after the spanking I feel aroused too..." All three pairs of female eyes looked down then, into Jeffrey's lap, and saw that his penis was nearly erect. The three women grinned as one. Susan said, "He's always like that, after. It's so cute." Jeffrey blushed again, realizing he was erect. He groaned under the weight of his humiliation at having an erection while talking about being spanked. Gail asked, "Why do you think getting a spanking makes you aroused?" He took a deep breath. "Well, I guess it is in line with my submissive feelings. The idea of a spanking before it happens and after it happens is pretty sexy to me, but during the spanking it doesn't feel sexy at all. The pain of the swats isn't at all the point. It's the trust and intimacy. I trust Susan. I love Susan. Somehow, the idea of her taking charge like that and scolding me as she spanks me... the uncertainty of not knowing when it will end... listening to her scold me for being naughty and telling me that naughty boys need a spanking... I don't know why it turns me on, but it does." "Wow," said Gail, "You've given me a lot to think about." She became silent, lost in her thoughts. Susan said, "Jeffrey that was wonderful. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say how proud I am that you had the courage to say such adorable things. I love you, honey." She leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on his lips. When she finally released him, he was smiling. For the first time, Nissa spoke. "I'll have to admit, that was pretty amazing. It's like we got a view inside a boy's head for the first time. At least it was for me. I have to say, thanks, Jeffrey." He looked up at Nissa, "You're welcome." After the honest exchange, Nissa sat back in the sofa and her usual smirk returned. But this time there was more affection than derision in it as she said, "Could you get me some ice water, hon?" and held out her glass, jiggling it to show it was empty. "Sure," he said before thinking about it, and he stood up to blatantly reveal his now fully erect penis in all its modest glory. Gail came out of her reverie to stare open-mouthed at his erection as Nissa smiled in triumph. Jeffrey knew he was had, but there was nothing more to do. He took the glass, shooting Nissa a loathsome look that made her giggle, and he got her the ice water. All three women were watching him walk back with the glass, seemingly fascinated by the way his erection swayed with each step. Jeffrey couldn't help but smile. Now that he was completely bare, inside and out, whatever was left of his modesty was a thing of the past – at least for now. He sat naturally in a chair across from the sofa with his thighs spread slightly to reveal his pink scrotum and testicles beneath the tower of his engorged penis. Other than the erection, this was what was in every man's pants as he sat normally. This thought crossed Gail's mind for the first time and it made her smile. Susan broke the spell. "Ok. Wow. That was enlightening for me; how about you, Gail?" "Absolutely," she said, still unable to get her eyes off of Jeffrey's nakedly displayed genitals. "That was amazing." She looked up at Jeffrey's face and blushed, being caught so blatantly staring at his nakedness. "Thank you again," she said. Susan said, "So, now with that subject well in hand, I think we should discuss your plans with Bob. Do you want Jeffrey to leave us?" Gail said, "No, he's been such a big help I don't mind if he overhears, as long as he promises to keep his mouth shut." She grinned at Jeffrey and he nodded his complicity in their secret meeting. Susan said, "Ok, fair enough. So, what are you going to do?" Gail's face had a smile of awakening. "I'm going to start spanking him. And maybe that would be a good time to bring up the subject of... well... dating Peter." "Hmmm," said Susan, "Let's get a man's view point." She turned to Jeffrey and said, "Honey, what do you think of Gail's idea?" Jeffrey thought a moment, "I don't know. If Bob doesn't have fantasies about Gail with another man, I don't know how it would work." Gail piped up, "Well, Susan didn't tell you that there were a few sites and stories about...uh ...unfaithful wives... So I think there definitely is something there as well." Susan said, "I don't think unfaithful is the right word. Do you, Jeffrey?" "No, not really; I prefer to think of you as my HotWife – that you're too much hot, sexy, gorgeous woman for me to handle. To be 'unfaithful', in my mind, is to cheat behind your spouse's back. That's not going on here, for sure." Gail said, "Ok, sorry. I didn't have the vocabulary for it. So Jeffrey, do you think if I start spanking Bob that it would be a good time to bring up my becoming a HotWife?" "Well, he'll certainly be in a vulnerable frame of mind over your knees, but what are you going to spank him for?" Gail grinned, "For being such a naughty boy for visiting all those naughty websites, of course." Jeffrey grinned. "May I make a suggestion?" "Please do." "If he really likes spanking fantasies, and you're going to start fulfilling that for him, then it might not be a bad time to bring up the HotWife idea. The important key here is that YOU have decided to spank him, and YOU have decided that it will be a regular thing from now on. And..." "What?" Gail asked. Jeffrey said, "Susan might be better able to fill you in on how to do it. I just know it is only good for me when I have only one responsibility – to lie still across Susan's lap and listen..." Susan spoke up, nodding. "I understand what he means, so let me explain. I spent many hours reading on this subject and so has your husband, so let me lay it out for you. To give your husband a spanking that will change his opinions or behaviors, or in this case get his agreement to something you want, you need to arrange the entire spanking with firm authority. It's what he wants, believe me. "You need to be calm and very firm. No yelling and screaming, but no 'asking' either. You must tell him to come to your office or to the bedroom, not ask him. Once there, he should find you seated on a chair or the bed, in the position you expect to spank him in. I suggest wearing a skirt and pumps or other high heeled shoes. If you have a paddle, have it in your hand. If you don't have one, you can borrow one of mine. "In a firm but feminine voice, you tell him you have decided that he needs a spanking because you are displeased with him. Tell him that you discovered his computer stash, and you are upset that he kept those things hidden from you. That is dishonest and naughty dishonest boys get spankings." She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 04 Susan paused to let that sink in, and was pleased that her friend seemed to be listening very carefully. She continued, "Don't give him time to talk. Straightaway TELL him to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles and stand up straight NOW. He'll do it, trust me, and you'll be surprised – but don't let it show. You have to keep control of the situation. While he's standing there bottomless in front of you, scold him again for hiding his secrets from you and make him promise he won't do it again in the future. "Tell him you know he needs to be spanked and that you are wife enough to see to it. Grab his wrist and guide him across your knees as you tell him it's time for his spanking, and make him move around until you are comfortable. Tell him the more he wiggles the more swats he'll get. Give him one swat, kind of medium, on each cheek. Then two each. Then four, with a slight pause between the sets. This will get him a little warmed up. "Then start spanking his bottom and don't stop. Putting about ten swats on a single spot before moving to the next is good. He'll wiggle and howl in no time. Remind him to hold still and tell him he'll have to get more swats since he moved. Mix scolding with the swats..." Susan demonstrated by clapping her hands between the words, "Don't... ever... keep... secrets... from... your... wife!" Susan sipped her wine. "Keep it up long and hard and ignore any begging and pleading. Give him a real spanking. Like Jeffrey said, the spanking itself is not sexy. Keep spanking until your arm can't take it anymore and then set the paddle down and start rubbing his bottom. It should be all pink and some red spots. Bruising is fine. There's an old saying – 'the longer and harder you spank him, the more he will love you'. I know it doesn't make sense to you, but trust me it's true. "Once the spanking is over and you're comforting him on your lap, caressing his bottom, now's the time to bring up the HotWife subject. Just tell him you've been thinking it's now a good time for you to go on a few dates with a younger man to spice things up. You know what to do from there. I think it's as good a plan as any." Gail said, "I hope I can remember all of that." "Just call me if you need more help." "Ok, thanks," said Gail. She turned to Jeffrey, "Does that work for you too?" "I know it would work with me, so that's something I guess." Gail smiled, "Good. I'm going to do it tonight." She drained her wine glass in one gulp and looked at her watch. "Oh, it's almost six. I've got to run!" As the three ladies stood, Jeffrey stood with them, still sporting his full erection. Gail said to Jeffrey, "Thanks again for all your help," and as she glanced down at his penis she added, "See you again soon, I hope," and smiled. As they were moving toward the door, Nissa slid close to Jeffrey's side and whispered, "You were a very good boy today. I'm impressed." She planted a chaste kiss on his cheek and gave his bottom an unexpected little swat, making him jump. "I'll see you Friday night, as usual hon." As her two friends were out the door, Susan turned to Jeffrey and took him in her arms. "You made me very proud of you, honey, very proud." She kissed him on the mouth, letting her tongue dance with his. When she broke the kiss, she took him by the hand and led him toward the bedroom. Over her shoulder she said, "Looking at your hard cock for half an hour has given me some ideas of how to make good use of it. I hope you have some time to give me..." "All the time you need, dear," he said. Friday Evening Susan was in the bathroom, doing her makeup a little after six o'clock. She called out to Jeffrey, "How're those shoes coming, honey?" "All done," he said, proud of the spit-shine on her favorite black pumps with 4" heels. "Such a good boy..." she said smiling at her naked husband holding the shiny black leather in his hands. "Where would I be without you?" "Late for your date, honey," he said with a grin. She frowned at him but broke into a grin. "I suppose you're right," she said as she sauntered sexily into the bedroom. There on the bed were her clothes for the evening – a form-fitting little black dress with spaghetti straps, and a sheer black lace thong. The black pumps and a matching patent leather purse completed the outfit. She slipped sexily into the thong as she said, "Randy will pick me up in a few minutes. We're having early dinner at Fedora's, and will then retire to our room at the Hyatt, no later than 8:30. I'll call you then, if not before. I'll be home by one o'clock, as usual. And I might just call you from the hotel once or twice, just to keep you interested. Would you like that?" "You know I would," he said, taking her topless form in his arms and squeezing her tightly. She playfully pushed away, "Don't get any ideas of making me late, mister," she said with a giggle, and then she shimmied into the tight little dress and got out all the wrinkles. "And I want you here, in the bedroom, with the door firmly shut when the doorbell rings. Understood?" "Yes, dear," he said. He had actually seen Randy once when he brought his wife home from the first fateful date. Jeffrey had heard the car in the driveway and had watched from a window as a young blonde man had helped his inebriated wife make it to the door and then quickly fled. Susan was very strict about her belief that husband and lover be always separated, never to meet or even see each other, or talk on the phone. Apparently she did not remember how she had got home that night. No matter, Jeffrey agreed with her and didn't want to see Randy again. Just as Susan put on her second shoe, there was the ring of the doorbell, sending shivers down Jeffrey's spine. Susan's face brightened and she slipped up to Jeffrey and gave him a little kiss on the cheek as she cradled his testicles in her palm. "Bye bye, sweetheart, I'm going out with my lover tonight," she gave his testes a gentle squeeze, "Now you be a good boy and wait up for me. I'm going to bring you home a special treat tonight." "Yes, dear," he whispered. As though it would ever be possible to sleep while he knew his wife was in a hotel room with a twenty-something young man... She grabbed her purse and coat and whisked out of the room, blowing him another kiss as she shut the bedroom door behind her. He heard her open the door and he heard voices but couldn't make out the words before the front door closed again. He opened the bedroom door and stood there, waiting as he heard car doors slam and then the rumble of the corvette's engine starting up and receding down the street. A casual thought of what the neighbors might think crossed his mind, but he honestly didn't care. None of them were his friends anyway... Susan sat in the Corvette with her young man, Randy. She watched him as she drove and enjoyed the muscular look of his hands and arms, and of his thighs in his dress slacks. His blonde hair was wavy and blue eyes with long dark eye lashes were just adorable. She inhaled the masculine scent of his cologne mixed with his own personal pheromones – an exquisite concoction of scent that always made her feel more of a woman to be in the presence of a virile and manly man. She squeezed her thighs together, relishing the slight warmth in her tummy, and lower things. He was taking her to dinner at Fedora's, a nice Italian place, and she planned to have a salad and just a bit of pasta with her two glasses of wine. She planned for dinner to be relatively short, as she had done over the past two weeks since she and Nissa stopped double dating. The girls had decided that, while it was fun to dance and flash and be groped in a public setting, it required a couple hours time. Since Susan wanted to be home by one AM, the dancing and drinking really cut into her 'hotel time' with Randy, and she'd put a stop to it. She had a wonderful husband to go home to and so she had less time than Nissa, who had nowhere to go. She had also put Randy on a strict pledge of two things; first, that he would have no alcohol for three days prior to date night and not on date night either. Second, that he refrain from any ejaculation except on date night. She was very adamant about it and was confident her beau was keeping up his end. In return for his cooperation, she promised to give him a very good time on their dates, and she felt that she had been holding up her end well too. When they parked at the restaurant, Susan waited happily as Randy came around and opened her door, offering her his hand to help her out of the low-hung car. It was impossible for a woman in a short dress and heels to maintain ladylike modesty when exiting a Corvette without long hours of practice, and Susan had not yet had enough practice. So it was that her removal from the vehicle was always a delightful experience for Randy, and any doorman or valet who happened to be nearby, since she couldn't help but expose a lot of inner thigh while letting everyone know what color panties she was wearing. And in her case, since her black thong panties were very sheer this evening, she had flashed a fairly good look at her shaved pussy lips as well. The Susan walked into the restaurant on her date's strong arm and they were seated quickly. The waiter came to introduce himself and collect drink orders, but left with the dinner order as well. Conversation was light and cheerful as both Susan and Randy were in a hurry. They did not want to appear rushed, but both of them would have been happy to be in the room already. Susan sensed this and made a mental note that next week they'd go directly to the hotel room and order a snack from room service instead of going to dinner. After all, they really weren't "dating" and having dinner to get better acquainted. They were meeting each other for the purpose of having sex, and Susan felt it was always important to keep one's eyes on the goal. It seemed like forever before the check finally came, but when it did Randy paid quickly and whisked Susan out of the restaurant and into his car. At the Hyatt, just a few blocks away from Fedora's, Susan again had the pleasure of blessing an entire shift of valets with a brief but luscious viewing of her sheer panty and the luxury within. She had to admit when she saw all the boys' smiling and blushing faces that she had let her thighs part and linger just a bit as she exited the car. She stood smiling, holding Randy's arm, as he checked into the room. She received a knowing glance from the check-in clerk who noticed that they had no bags. Susan smiled back at the woman, who was a sharp-looking blonde of fifty-something, as they exchanged a variety of information with only a look – as women are able to do. Susan noticed the clerk eyeing her wedding band and the lack thereof on the hand of her much-younger hunk, and the subsequent smile they exchanged was one of good-natured envy and encouragement. As they rode together in the elevator to the 27th floor, Randy took Susan in his arms and planted a very passionate kiss upon her soft red lips, taking her breath away and making her heart beat faster. This is it, she thought as her feelings of passion and sexual desire began to heighten even more, we're almost to the room... Susan reached into her purse and took out her cell phone. In one ring, Jeffrey answered. "Hi honey," she whispered, "We're in the elevator on our way up to the room. You know what we're going to do once we get into the room, don't you dear?" "Of course I do, honey," he said, feeling his penis stiffening at the thought. "Randy seems very horny, sweetheart," she teased, "I'm sure he's going to want to have me right away, so I'll give you a call when we take our first break. I'm sure we'll make love three times tonight since I don't let him cum anymore except when he's with me..." She giggled gleefully at the thought. "Oh my," said Jeffrey, "I guess you'd better get started right away then. I'll be waiting for your call, dear." "Ok, honey, talk to you soon." She flipped the phone closed as they arrived in front of their room and Randy slid the card in the slot. She said to Randy, "There, hubby's taken care of for the moment, and now I'm all yours for a few hours." "That sounds wonderful," he said. Once inside, she smiled as Randy kicked off his shoes and began immediately to undress with great speed. She had told him on a previous date that she liked to watch him take off his clothes for her, and he didn't need to be told twice. She casually dropped her purse and coat on a chair and stood patiently as she watched him unbutton and remove his shirt, revealing a manly muscular chest with little nipples and a dusting of red/blonde hair. He fumbled at his buckle, the snap, and the zipper, and his slacks were off and lying on a chair atop his shirt. He slipped his socks off and dropped them next to his shoes. He was about to push his underwear down over his growing erection when Susan said, "Stop." He froze, and she purred, "Slowly dear, a lady likes for good things to take a little time..." She watched happily as Randy slowly slid the waist-band of his briefs down, slowly revealing the shaft of his penis inch by glorious inch until the swollen pink head burst forth and his heavy testes were visible. He stepped out of his underpants and strode toward her with his stiff penis swaying as he approached. He had hunger in his eyes, and Susan very much liked to be the object of this young man's hunger. She held out her hand to stop him and then pulled the little black dress over her head and let it fall to the floor. She stood before him in her sheer black thong and pumps, and let him look at her. His eyes ran up and down her body several times, devouring her bared breasts with her dark areolas and nipples, then her taut tummy, then her panty covered crotch, her shapely legs, and to her sexy pumps. Then the dark male eyes ran the circuit again and again. Susan loved the feeling it gave her to be so clearly and urgently desired. It was quite nice for her to see his penis throb as he looked at her body. After allowing him a good look to get reacquainted with his lover, she stepped forward and took his hand to lead him to sit on the bed. She stood before him and said, "Randy, dear, tonight I want you to be very cooperative with my directions. I have some very specific things I want you to do to me. Are you going to be a good boy?" "Oh, yes," he rasped, overcome with his lust for her womanly body, "Anything..." She stepped closer and stood between his legs and whispered, "Take my panties off very slowly and gently, dear." His hands were nearly shaking as he tried to keep from ripping her panties off into shreds. He carefully lowered them to her ankles and helped her step out of the tiny garment. He sat back with his eyes glued to the pouting bare lips of her vulva, so full and puffy and delicious looking. He loved that she was shaved bare – it made her look so beautiful and naked. He could see just a hint of moisture and longed to lay her down and lick her to several orgasms, but he was wise and as always, allowed her to lead. Susan put her hands on her lover's big shoulders, relishing the feeling of raw male power in the muscles beneath his pale skin. She shimmied closer and drew his head to rest between her breasts, bending slightly, so that his mouth could access her soft globes and erect nipples. "Kiss my breasts, dear," she said, adding, "Don't be shy, Randy, I want you to suck all over me and give me some nice pink marks on each breast so I can remember you for a few days – you know the kind I like..." The boy leaned forward and set to in earnest, putting a pleased smile on Susan's face because of his urgent devouring of her soft flesh. His ardent mouth moved over her jiggling white globes with youthful energy and enthusiasm. She suffered easily through the small fits of pain as her lover marked her breasts with his lips and teeth, leaving pink and red evidence of her dalliance all around her pert nipples and the broader canvas of her curvaceous pale flesh. She caught her breath a few times when the pain was a bit much, but smiled as she imagined revealing her breasts to her husband later that night. She would enjoy the look on his face, she thought... When she could take no more, she stopped the boy and then moved around to the side of the bed and lay down on her back with her legs spread wide and the heels of her pumps digging into the duvet. "I want you to lick my pussy now, Randy, but I also want you to mark me on my tummy and inner thighs." "Yes, Ma'am," he gasped. He attacked the soft folds of her labia first with a broad and relaxed tongue, sending shivers up her spine and increasing the rate at which she was moistening immediately. He laved her vulva and inner thighs, stopping only momentarily here and there to leave a little mark as he sucked her soft and compliant flesh against his teeth, and then moving back to attend to her wet and swollen lips. Soon Susan was writhing and moaning in the pleasure of his teasing, willing him to explore and stimulate her clitoris. But he held back from her pleasure nub, instead concentrating on her bathing her pink and swollen lips in the soft caress of his wet tongue until Susan couldn't wait any longer for her first orgasm. She cried out, "Oooohh... Suck on my clitoris, Randy..!" He obliged and almost immediately her body went into the paroxysm of orgasm, bucking and wailing and wiggling her hips as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed down upon her until finally, she fell back spent with a smile on her lips. Randy relaxed his hold on her hips and removed his mouth from her pussy, kissing her tummy and inner thighs while she came down from the peak of pleasure. After a few minutes, Susan came to and crawled over to position herself on elbows and knees at the edge of the bed and grabbing a pillow to put under her head. "Enter me very slowly, dear, and give me plenty of time to adjust. Then I want you to very slowly go as deep as you can," she purred. Randy gripped her hips and put his meaty head at the wet and ready opening of her vagina and began to gently push against her. Susan did her best to relax and allow her lovers engorged cock to enter her. He was so big, it always felt like she could not take him into her body at the beginning, but she knew she could if she just breathed deeply as she let it happen. He pressed a little more forcefully and she gasped when she felt his head pop into her. "Ah!" she moaned, "Just hold it there... ooooohh... mmm..." He had learned to pause and allow her to adjust to his girth before he plunged ahead, but she thought it was always good to remind the boy, just in case. After a few moments, she nodded her head. "Ok, slowly now big boy...bit by bit..." He moved slowly, inch by inch until he was seated in her with his head pressing against the firm roundness of her cervix. "Hold there," she whispered as she continued to breathe rapidly in response to the enormity of his penetration. It was always like this at first, she reminded herself. The initial time of physical discomfort as she concentrated on staying calm and accommodating him was in sharp contrast with the emotional thrill of pleasure at feeling so 'full' of cock. Her feminine submissive side was always overwhelmed by Randy's massive size, and she bit her lip and concentrated on her breathing so as not to cry out, but instead let little moans come with each relaxing breath. She must maintain control of herself and the situation. Susan began to purr softly as she rolled her hips slowly in a circle, feeling the rigid cock inside of her touch every tiny spot of her interior. It was so big...his penis...so stiff, and...big... She fought the urge to hump forcefully against him or simply yell 'fuck me!', and instead continued to gently roll her hips around his swollen stiffness. "Ooooohh... So good...' she muttered, finding it impossible not to give at least some voice to her pleasure. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 04 She knew that many women disliked the feeling of a penis probing or pushing against her cervix, but Susan was not one of them. She adored the feeling of being so completely skewered on a man's hot stiff penis. It made her feel very full and very womanly – as though her lover were fucking her womb in addition to her vagina. But she knew it was best to start gently so that the sensations could increase without becoming unpleasant. When her little rolling motions had done their job, helping her vagina to relax and stretch to accommodate her lover, she was ready and eager to feel his muscular body take over the work. She was glad that her boy had given her such delicious orgasms with his mouth so that she was very wet, which helped her take his girth and length more comfortably. She gave Randy the usual instructions to begin their lovemaking in earnest. "Alright, lover," she cooed, "Long and slow and deep, dear boy, and make sure you give my cervix a real kiss with every thrust..." "Yes, Ma'am," Randy whispered. He slowly withdrew his penis until only the head was still at her opening, and then reversed course to slide slowly in until his pelvic bone was pressed firmly against her ass. Once all the way into her, he could feel the firm bud against the tip of his penis and he moved his hips slowly side-to-side to maximize the contact. "Ummm..." groaned Susan, as she felt his massive cock gliding in again and kissing her deepest part. The contact with the opening of her womb reverberated deep in her belly, and made her feel like the penetration extended up to her navel and beyond. It was soooo good... sooo deep... She involuntarily pouted when her lover began to withdraw again, and then grinned as he began to move into her. Randy gave her ten or twelve soft, slow, deep thrusts – like pounding her hard but in slow motion. All the while, Susan's body continued to relax and adjust and accommodate, so that by that time, she was ready to let him run a little freer. "Ok," she said between panting breaths, "You can go a little faster, but still take it easy, dear." He knew what she wanted next, and he timed himself – 'one-thousand-one IN / one-thousand-one OUT'. He kept up the casual even pace for a while, gradually feeling the rise of impending ejaculation, but it wasn't urgent yet and he knew she'd want more before he came. He concentrated on the feel of her soft hips under his hands and imagined her jiggling breasts, trying to take his mind off of the fact that his penis was sliding in and out of her soft wet pussy. Susan was feeling more and more aroused by his thrusting, and her desire to be well and truly fucked was rising in her chest. Her nipples were stiff little buds crying out to be pinched and rolled and her hands moved instinctively to meet their needs. "Oohhh, that's so nice, lover," she whispered, then she braced herself and said, "Take me. Now." Randy paused a moment to take a better grip on her hip bones in preparation to begin driving his cock into her with youthful vigor and gusto. Susan felt his grip tighten and his penis withdraw almost completely. 'Oh, boy,' she whispered breathlessly to herself, 'here it comes...' Randy had been so gentlemanly up to this point, doing everything he could to be calm and give this gorgeous woman the time and patience she needed in order to be ready. He had held his animalistic desires in check and kept a cool head, all in deference to the 47 year old woman, 21 years his senior. He had held back, relaxed, caressed, and pampered the soft feminine body now bent down before him and offering her softness and wetness to his plunging sex. She was completely sensual and luxurious, in every way. Her eyes, her smile, her body – she was all woman. She was a bright twinkling star, powerfully drawing him into her orbit and pulling him forever downward to touch the surface of her heat. She was gravity and he was a falling stone. Now he let go of the last taught rope of control and fell into her. Susan gasped loudly at his first powerful thrust – the first was always the most shocking, she knew. Her mind began to go to Jell-o, becoming a montage of conflicting disjointed thoughts and images flashing across her mind's eye. Intellect was being driven out by sensation, and the sensations were both large and wonderful. She felt the iron grip of his hands at her hips and knew she couldn't escape his masterful control of her hips now, even if she wanted to. The Grip steadied her body for the Cock. And the Cock kept driving in, over and over. With each thrust there was a small discomfort that somehow made the pleasure greater. Again and again he plunged into her without any sign of relenting. In fact, it seemed that each thrust pounded into her body with greater urgency. She didn't notice that little words were slipping out of her mouth with every gasp that came with ever thrust into her, as though there weren't enough room for her breath when his penis surged home. Small plaintive whispers; "Big... Deep... Oh! Cock... So much... Ohhh... Fuck me... Oh God... Yes..." Susan was distinctly aware of her lover's muscles. Arms, legs, thighs, buttocks, back, and chest were all engaged and bulging to a single purpose – to drive his mind-numbingly stiff penis, like velvet-covered steel – into her body. Again and again and again. She could almost feel him in her throat each time the head of his penis bottomed out against her cervix, and it was making her feel... What? Used? Exploited? No... PLUNDERED! That was it, she was being plundered by her lover's powerful body and his big hard cock, and it made her feel so very good. Randy was giving her everything he had. Sweat was breaking out on his brow and his muscles were tight and throbbing. His cock felt so good inside this woman. She felt so small and soft and warm and compliant – her body was wet in invitation, and she was more than submitting to his thrusts – it felt like her body was welcoming every powerful surge. The sensations on the crown of his head were building, she was so tight and wet, and she couldn't resist his thrusts. He pulled her hips to him every time his buttocks and hamstring and abdominal muscles contracted to force his penis forward and into her. He loved how it felt as his relaxed testes slapped against her pussy lips with each thrust. He could feel his climax approaching and an involuntary snarl murmured deep in his throat. Susan shuddered as she heard the low gravelly snarl of her lover's passion peaking. She felt his grip tighten as he nearly lifted her from the bed, taking the weight of her hips up in his powerful hands as he ruthlessly slammed her body onto his heavy shaft. His driving thrusts intensified, surprising her because she wouldn't have thought it possible for him to fuck her harder, but he did. Her own cries intensified and jumped from her lips unbidden with each impact of his body into hers. She felt the exhilaration of his impeding ejaculation mix with the helpless despair that there would be an end to her lovemaking. She had reached the point where she wished it would last forever, and knew it would not, and knew she had no control over when it would stop. She had given herself to him, to be fucked as he wished, and the end of it was the price paid when a woman gave herself. And now he wished to cum in her body. As that thought came to Susan, a new thrill filled her heart. She had been so completely overwhelmed by the sensations of their coupling that she had forgotten her reward. A grin played upon her gasping lips as her shallow breaths were forced from her in time with his ever increasing thrusts. After enduring the devastating and wonderful invasion of her body, she was about to receive his gift to her – an oozing, slippery pussy, drenched with her lover's cum. Suddenly, she felt Randy's body tense as he drove his cock home, pushing her cervix down and away from the plundering head of his penis. She heard the groaning triumph of his release as he cried out, and she felt the warm slipperiness of his first spurt enter her. "Oh God... Yes! Come in me!" she cried. She felt him push again, and felt the throb of his penis, and another spurt. Again and again, he pressed hard against her and ejaculated into her body – his hot semen pouring into her and bathing the walls of her vagina. She imagined the mouth of her womb covered in his hot white fluids. It felt so good to be filled with semen, to feel his hard penis sliding more easily by the moment. She felt relieved and very satisfied as he stopped thrusting, but just held her to him as his penis continued to pulse several times. She felt victorious and was patient to hold still and let him finish his pulses and give her the last drops of his ejaculation. She couldn't help but squeeze him with her vaginal muscles, trying to help him finish as well as being a sort of 'thank you' for a job well done. Finally, he was finished with her – for now – and he let his still-stiff penis gently slide out of her. She squeezed tight, trying to close the gaping opening of her vagina to hold in what semen she could and tolled over to lie upon her back. She cocked her hips slightly, trying to stop his semen from dripping out of her and squeezed her thighs tightly together. Randy fell exhausted onto the bed next to her, sweat glistening all over his body, and his penis still standing proud and throbbing. Susan scooted down on her side and took hold of his rigid cock at the base and began to lick him clean, swallowing every precious bit of his boy-juices and hers as well. She was careful to be gentle on his head, knowing it would be sensitive, but she was determined not to allow a single drop to escape her, one way or another. When she was satisfied that he was clean, she scooted back up and after giving her lips a final lick and a swallow, planted a soul kiss on her dazed lover that lasted a good long time. Once she broke the embrace, she laid back again beside him, gently stroking his still-erect penis in her hand. Susan said, "Well, lover, that was a good start. I'll let you rest awhile and then we can start round two." She grinned deviously as Randy groaned. He made it sound as though he was finished for the night. Hardly, she thought, hardly... Susan reached into her purse and grabbed her phone. She looked at the clock and was surprised to see it was already almost ten. She had been making love with her young man for close to two hours. It made her smile. "Hello," said Jeffrey. "Hi, sweetheart," she said, "We're taking a break right now, so I'm giving you a call." "Wow, that's like one hour and forty-seven minutes since you walked into the door," he said. "Mmm, really?" she giggled, "I hadn't kept such close track. Well, I'll have to say that my young lover was very good. He took things nice and slow the way I like it, but he also just took me hard and fast too." She glanced over at Randy and said, "The poor boy's just exhausted, he's still breathing hard." She looked down at his penis as her hand lazily stroked it, "But I've got his big cock in my hand and I'm keeping him hard for me. I'll let him rest a little longer, but then he'll be ready for more, I'm sure." "Wow, honey, you just finished?" "Um-hm," she confirmed happily, "I'm feeling all juicy and squishy inside right now honey, because he just came in me not two minutes ago. Isn't that nice?" Jeffrey's penis was rock hard and his heart was beating fast. His wife, in all her dates, had never been this explicit over the phone before and it was quite a shock and a rush. "Yes... uh... very nice, dear," he gasped. Susan smiled at the arousal in her loving husband's voice as she casually played with her lover's penis. "So, honey, let me tell you what's happened so far," she cooed. "First when we came inside the room, I had Randy undress for me and he was already nicely erect, so that was fun. Then I took off my dress and let him look at me in just my thong and pumps. The look in his eyes was just priceless, dear. So then I let him take off my panties and I let him kiss my breasts and lick my pussy. I had just delightful orgasms – he's not as good as you, but he's learning," she giggled. "Then, I let him put his big stiff penis into me doggy style. He had to go very slow and easy, because it takes a while for a girl to relax enough to handle such a big young stud. But after a while, I let him just bang me, and boy did he! I thought I would tear in two, and the way he tried to push my cervix up into my throat was just wonderful." She paused to let her husband respond. All Jeffrey could say was "Wow..." deep in his throat. Susan grinned, "So now we're resting, honey, before I let him fuck me again. I must say that my pussy is still buzzing, it's like I can still feel him inside me, sort of. I guess it's because he really made love to me vigorously, honey, he pounded me really hard and I thought it would never stop. I was relieved when he finally came in me, and I could really feel his ejaculation. It was amazing." She paused to take a breath, "How are you doing, dear?" "I'm fine," he gasped, "but you're making me crazy – I'm so hot for you, honey. When do you think you'll be home?" She smiled, "That's what I love about you, among other things. It seems you're always hot for me these days. Anyway, from the look of things, I don't know if my boy can last much longer. I might be home before one, but no promises." "Ok, I'll be here whenever you come home to me, honey." "I know, and I can't wait to come home to you, sweetheart. I hope you like your special treat when I get home. I've been working hard on it all night. Now I've got to get this young stud back into action so I'll sign off. See you soon, my love." Jeffrey said, "I can't wait. I love you Susan." Her eyes sparkled as she said, "I love you too, Jeffrey," and she closed the phone. She looked over at Randy, who seemed to have come to and was smiling at her. Susan grinned and scooted up on the bed a little more, raising her knees and spreading her thighs and grinning at Randy's hard penis. "Get over here, big boy, you've got more work to do." Randy rose to obey, saying, "Yes, Ma'am," as he crawled between her spread legs. Susan lifted her feet until they framed her young lover's head, one on each shoulder. She said, "Now, lover, I want you to set a new world record for how many vigorous thrusts a young man can give a lady, before coming in her. And I expect you to have a very powerful ejaculation, since you may not be able to give me three." She pouted, looking up at him like a spoiled brat who wasn't getting what she wanted. "I'll do my very best, Ma'am, don't count me out just yet," he said as he entered her sopping wetness and began to thrust with strength and purpose. "Mmmm, that's my boy, give it to me..." she said, feeling his long thick shaft driving into her once more, this time at a new and interesting angle. Soon, little sighs and gasps of pleasure and surprise were slipping from her mouth in response to his urgent driving thrusts. "Oh, yes," she purred, "That's it. Such a good boy..." She closed her eyes and concentrated on the feeling in her vagina, invaded and plundered anew by her young lover's insatiable penis. She casually played with her nipples, imagining other young men were suckling at her breasts. It was a very erotic thought now, and one that she hadn't really entertained before. More than one boy, she thought, how delightful. As Susan lay on her back, fingering her breasts as the jiggled with her lover's thrusts, she thought about her husband and how wonderful a man he was. So good and faithful and true and loving... She realized she was very much looking forward to getting home to him. Perhaps she would forgo bothering with a third ejaculation from her lover. But on the other hand, a third would be so very nice... It was only 12:15 when the Corvette pulled into the driveway. Jeffrey was happy as he stood naked behind the curtain, his penis fully erect, as he watched his wife's lover open her door and help her to stand up out of the car. He thought it strange that Susan held her left hand up under her skirt as she got out of the car, gave her lover a lingering kiss, and then walked up the steps to the front door. Not wanting to make her bother with a key, Jeffrey opened the door for her as she arrived on the stoop. She stepped into the house and stuck her head around the door to kiss Jeffrey. Her tongue attacked his open mouth and he returned her ardent kisses with equal passion. She stepped back so he could close the door. "Hi, honey," she said as she looked blatantly at his stiff penis, "Did you miss me?" "More than ever, honey," he said, taking her into his arms. "I missed you too," she said sincerely, "In fact, I was thinking of you a lot while my lover was inside me." Jeffrey kissed her again in response. "I love you so much," he said. Her left hand still under her short skirt, Susan smiled and took his hand with her right, leading him directly into the bedroom. She made sure the rheostat was set to give a low amount of light in the bedroom, but more than usual so that Jeffrey would be able to clearly see her body. It was the 'treat' she had promised him. She dropped her coat and purse on a chair, turned to him and said in her sultriest voice, "Honey, I think you should come closer and undress your wife." She turned away and lifted the back of her hair, offering him her zipper. "Yes, dear," he said gleefully, and he unzipped the back of her dress and slid it up and over her body as she shimmied to aid him. Susan turned to him again slowly, revealing the soft white flesh of her naked breasts to her husband, and she grinned as she watched his reaction carefully. She was happy when his eyes went wide and his penis throbbed several times as he looked at her throat, chest, breasts, and tummy. "Oh, wow," he mumbled, much to Susan's amusement. "You've got hickeys..." She frowned playfully, "No, Jeffrey, these are not hickeys. But they are some marks from my lover. My lover has marked my body with his passion, and we'll both be seeing some of these marks for several days as a reminder of my lover. Won't that be fun for us to share, honey?" Jeffrey nodded and moved to her, burying his face between her breasts and covering them with kisses and licks as he nuzzled her soft, round, comforting globes with the urgency of his arousal. Susan's right hand caressed the back of his head, jostling his hair, as she purred, "Yes, my husband, kiss momma's breasts and make them all better... They belong to you, honey." Susan gave her husband plenty of time to reacquaint himself with every bit of her torso as he kissed and licked and moaned softly in ecstasy. When he stood up again, she kissed him softly on the lips, lingered a moment, and then whispered in his ear. "Honey, would you like to help me with my panties? They're so wet and gooey; I really need to take them off..." He was on his knees before her in a heartbeat – his fingers gingerly tugging at the string waist band at each of her hips. She let him slide it down slowly, removing her left hand only for a moment and then replacing it again tightly between her thighs, covering her bare pussy. Jeffrey held the skimpy sheer black thong up to the light and it was truly soaking wet with semen. He stared at the little bit of fabric with his mouth open, causing Susan to grin at her husband. He was so adorable, she thought. While her husband was occupied with his examinations of her tiny panty, Susan took the opportunity to pull back the covers of her side of the bed, and lay down. She raised her knees, and with her feet flat on the mattress she spread her thighs wide for her husband and waited for him to come and find her. She rocked her pelvis forward to both present her recently-plundered vagina to her husband, as well as to try to keep as much of her lover's semen inside her as she could. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 05 PLEASE READ: This story is full of female-dominant / male-submissive content, including Cuckolding. If you don't like that sort of thing, please move on to one of the other wonderful stories found on this site. Also, if you're reading this story shortly after it was uploaded, it is part of an incomplete series, and the plotlines will not have resolved at the finish of this installment. All Characters are 18 years old. Thank you for reading with these warnings in mind. All the best! -- Jeffrey * Several weeks later... Jeffrey was at the supermarket on a Thursday afternoon about 2pm. He was in the produce section gathering fresh vegetables he planned to use in the stew he was making for dinner. He was in his usual 'out-of-the-house' attire of a tee shirt, small cotton gym shorts, and sandals. He looked up from the asparagus to see Gail, his wife Susan's friend, pushing her cart down the aisle towards him with a warm smile. "Hello, Jeffrey," she said, "A house-husband's chores never cease, do they?" Jeffrey chuckled, "No, I suppose they don't." "I hear your daughter Tara is coming home for the summer -- Sue told me the other night." "Yes, she's due to arrive tonight. Angela and Kimberly are staying at their schools for the summer sessions, but Tara is in good shape for her senior year so she doesn't need to take any classes." "That's nice," said Gail, "I'm sure you guys are looking forward to having her with you." Gail moved closer and lowered her voice after looking around. "It might put a crimp in Sue's style, though," she elbowed him good-naturedly in the ribs while grinning mischievously. "It's not like Tara is a dumpling or anything..." Tara was a premed major and sharp as a whip, just like her mother. Jeffrey smiled and whispered, "I know. Susan says I shouldn't worry about that, since she has it handled, but she won't say anything more. She made a comment about me understanding after dinner tonight, so I'm pretty nervous about it." Gail looked at him with concern, "Don't worry dear, you know Sue will take good care of you. Whatever she has planned will work out well, you'll see." "Thanks for the vote of confidence," he said, "I'm sure you're right." He smiled a moment and said, "So, how're things going with you and Bob? Susan said they were going 'well', but that's as far as she took it. Inquiring minds want to know." Gail giggled, "Of course you want to know, you naughty boy. You deserve a spanking for being so nosey." Jeffrey smiled, "Promise?" "You're going to get in real trouble if you tease me, Jeffrey. I'll have you know that I'm now a full-fledged disciplinary wife. I don't spare the rod and spoil the husband any longer -- and that might include you at some point if you're not careful. I'll have to talk to Sue about your disciplinary needs..." "Uh oh," Jeffrey said with mock fear on his face. She giggled and leaned even closer to whisper in his ear. "I've been keeping Bob's bottom red for the last 5 weeks solid, and he's shaping up to be a far better husband than I'd ever dreamed was possible." Gail leaned in closer and whispered, "It is just adorable to watch the look on his face when he sits down at the dinner table. It's just priceless to see how he behaves with a sore bottom," she giggled. "I can imagine..." said Jeffrey, as he thought of being spanked enough to be red and sore. It was kind of frightening. Gail continued, "And...I'm going out tomorrow night on my third date with my young beau Peter. We've already discussed that we're ready for, um, more intimacy, and, uh, I think tomorrow night's the night. I'm so grateful for Nissa and Sue -- they've really helped me a lot." Gail stood back with her hands on her hips in triumph. "How do you like them apples, mister nosey-pants?" "Mmm, sounds like you have things well in hand," said Jeffrey softly, "I hope you'll come by and visit some evening and give Susan and I the full details." "Oh, Sue is pretty much up to speed, dear, but I'll make a point to arrange to stop by just for some of your marvelous wine." Gail started to push her cart past Jeffrey's and said in parting, "Now you be a good boy and make a nice dinner for your girls tonight. I'm sure we'll be talking again soon. Ciao." And she was off down the aisle, hips swaying delightfully in her pretty yellow sundress. Jeffrey pondered her words as he picked up the rest of his items and headed to the checkout stand. He wondered how Bob was doing. It sounded like Gail's husband was getting his spanking fantasies fulfilled and then some by his newly more dominant wife. Jeffrey smiled, thinking of Gail's threats of spanking him. Even though there was nothing real in them, it was a very fun way to flirt and banter with a lady, he thought. Jeffrey arrived home and brought all the groceries inside to the kitchen counter, slipping his sandals off in the entry hall to keep the carpet clean each time he came inside. When the bags were all in, he performed his usual habit of dropping his shorts and pulling off his tee shirt, and hanging them on hooks by the door. Now naked in the kitchen, like usual, he opened a bottle of sparkling water and started unloading the sacks. When he was finished putting things away, he started washing and cutting the veggies, and pulling out the pots and pans he'd need for the dinner-making. He was happily looking forward to seeing his eldest daughter, Tara, 22, who was to arrive at about dinner time. He took extra care to forget nothing, as this was going to be a wonderful family dinner for the first time since Thanksgiving. Jeffrey was digging the good plates out of a bottom cupboard when he heard a noise at the front door. He glanced at the clock on the oven; it was only 3:30 in the afternoon. Susan couldn't be home this early, she taught classes on Thursday until about 6, and Tara wasn't due until about then either. He listened for a second and heard nothing more. He shook his head and picked up the big pile of plates and bowls in both hands, carrying them out of the kitchen to the dining room. Just as he stepped through the archway into the dining room, his eyes went wide and he froze. Tara was just setting her purse and backpack on a chair in the living room. She pushed her long black hair out of her face as she looked up and their eyes met. She was wearing strappy heels sandals, little red short shorts, and a white halter top. She had her mother's curvy body and had truly filled out into a woman's shape in the last 3 or four years, he thought. There was a moment of surprise that stopped either of them moving. It was as though time stopped. Her pretty blue eyes had opened wide too, and then a small grin played at her big red lips as she eyed him up and down, pausing just a little at his hairless groin. There was a strange timeless recognition, an acceptance of the situation, it seemed normal to Jeffrey to be undressed in the home and to be found so. Tara stood peacefully as if nothing was out of the ordinary and everything was ok. And then the spell was broken when Tara opened her lips, "Hello, daddy," she said. Jeffrey came to himself and swung to the side, hastily setting the plates on the dining table, and then he covered his exposed genitals with both hands as he faced her. He gasped, "You're not supposed to be home yet...I, um, just got out of the shower and was, uh, sort of air-drying..." Tara struck a pose, folding her arms under her ample bosom and regarded her father with a scowl. It wasn't an angry scowl, but more of a scowl of disbelief at his lame excuses. "No hi, honey, welcome home Tara?" she asked. "Hi honey, welcome home," he muttered, looking around for something to wear. He would have to pass Tara to get to the front door, and even then, it would be apparent that he habitually left his clothes there, if she hadn't already noticed. He couldn't think what to do so he just stood with his hands over his genitals, frozen in indecision. Tara looked amused as she stood facing her father. She took a few steps closer, "its ok, dad," she said, "No big deal. I have seen naked men before." "I'm sorry honey, but I never want to put you in this position. I should have put something on, but I thought I would be alone..." "Relax, daddy," she said calmly, "I'm not surprised that you do housework without any clothes. It kind of makes sense, actually. I don't mind at all, so you should relax and feel comfortable about it too. I think you should just go on with whatever is normal for you, and you don't have to be embarrassed or cover up around me, daddy." She walked passed her shocked father, pausing to reach up and peck him on the cheek, and went into the kitchen. Tara opened the refrigerator, bending over and displaying her tight young butt in her little shorts. Jeffrey had the idle thought that she was a real woman now and not the little kid with the pony tail always running fast and playing softball. He was almost sad that she was so grown up and he wished for the days when he'd put a band-aid on her knee or play catch with her in the back yard. But even though she was now a grown woman, and he was standing naked, he was feeling calmer since his daughter had said such rational words to assure him that he needn't be embarrassed. She was a great kid, as always, he thought. Tara opened a wine cooler and turned to her father. "I suppose we should sit down and have a talk, dad," she said as she seated herself at the kitchen table and looked up at him, smiling. "Honestly, you don't have to cover up and be embarrassed about being undressed, daddy, you know mom raised us girls to be dominant and comfortable with submissive men. She took us to strip clubs on each of our 18th birthdays, and we had the playgirl magazines, and every boyfriend I've ever had has undressed completely for me before I let him kiss me. You can relax, daddy." "Yeah, uh, ok, great," said Jeffrey, still nervous. He took a deep breath and let his hands fall to his sides and he pulled out a chair and sat down across the table. He didn't rush, but he didn't take his time either. "That's better, daddy," she smiled. "I want to clear the air, dad, and I think it's been a long time coming." Tara swirled her wine cooler and took a big gulp. She sat up straight, squared her shoulders, and dove in, speaking fast as though she had rehearsed the speech and was intent to get it all out at once. "It's never been a mystery to us girls growing up you know. None of our friends' dads were stay-at-home dads, and it was clear that mom ruled the roost at home. But you were and are a good father to us girls and a good man. You loved us and stood up for us and you were our hero when you decked the soccer coach when he said Kimberly was a chicken and made her cry." Tara giggled as she sipped again. She continued, "At home, you opened doors for mom, held her coat, rubbed her feet, cooked, cleaned, and basically took care of all of us. You always treated mom with respect and spoke well of her to us and others. We were kids, but we heard and saw everything, and we could compare our parents with what our friends experienced at home. You and mom never fought and never got divorced, and the older we girls got -- the more we appreciated it. I've wanted for years to say this to you. I love you dad, and I appreciate you very much." "Wow, Tinkerbelle, I wasn't prepared for all of that..." Jeffrey said smiling, and moving around the table to hug his daughter as he fought back a tear in his eye. He whispered in her ear, "That means a lot to me for you to say that. I guess I haven't been like a typical dad, but I love you guys so much and I wouldn't trade your mom or you or your sisters for anything in the world. I hope you know that." Tara leaned across the table, kissed her dad on the cheek, and said, "I know, dad. I'm glad I finally got to say all that. I feel much better now." She gave him an extra squeeze and released him, and Jeffrey returned to his seat, wiping a tear from his eye. Tara smiled mischievously, "And just to clear up something else, finding you naked was kind of a surprise for me, but at the same time it makes sense. Mom was always dominant to you, and you were always submissive to her, so I guess you being naked at home is the natural thing for you now that us kids are all out of the house." She moved closer and whispered, "And by the way, you look good for an old guy -- and I think it's great that you're shaved. You have nothing to be ashamed of; you should be proud of your body." "Uh, well, um," Jeffrey mumbled. Tara looked at her father with love and acceptance in her eyes. "Daddy, I know you're a submissive man. I've always known. Kimmy and Angie have always known. It's not like it's a secret. We're all fine with it. We love you, and you have nothing to be ashamed of. We think you're the greatest Daddy ever!" "Thanks honey," he said warmly, "But I am embarrassed about being caught, uh, undressed by you. That shouldn't happen. I'm your father." "I understand dad, but I'm not sorry it happened, and I'm not embarrassed to look at you. Like I said, for an old guy, you're not bad." She grinned to show her affection and playfulness. Tara giggled at the frown he got from her dad, as he said, "Old guy? You shouldn't be seeing any naked guy, especially not an old guy, and especially not your old guy dad." "I'm sorry I said you were an old guy, Daddy. You're not old, you're...seasoned? Mature? I don't know, but I didn't mean you're all wrinkly or something. You're not bald or fat or anything, and if I wasn't your daughter, I'd say you were kind of hot for a more mature gentleman. How's that?" "That'll do, I suppose," said Jeffrey, smiling at his daughter. "Now, since we're getting things out in the open, just to remind you, I used to look at mom's playgirl magazines when I was 14. We all did. It was no big deal. And we girls sometimes heard it, every once in a while, when mom would scold and spank you for something. So, there's really very little in this house that is truly a secret." Jeffrey blushed, but nodded his understanding. This was a revelation he'd hoped wouldn't be the case -- he'd tried to keep things reasonably well hidden from the kids -- but what was done was done and there was nothing he could do about it. Tara continued. "So, that brings me to the...other secret. I don't know how else to bring this up, but here goes. How do you feel about mom's 'boyfriend' thing? Are you ok with it?" Jeffrey felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. He'd never thought to confront this issue with one of his daughters. And he knew that if one of the girls knew, they'd all know. He took a deep breath and said softly, "Yes, strange as it may seem, I'm ok with it. It made me afraid I would lose your mom, or lose her love, but over the last few months your mom and I have been closer and more loving than ever. It's almost like her having... dates... has revitalized our relationship. She's more attentive to me than ever before. So I guess, for lack of a better way to say it, it's working for us." Tara smiled and said, "Great! I'm so glad. That's what mom told me, but she agreed that I should hear it from you. I have a million questions, but I suppose they aren't appropriate questions for a daughter to ask her daddy. I'm just happy that you and mom are doing fine. That's the important thing to me." Jeffrey asked, "How did you find out?" "Mom told me. She figured since I was coming home for a while, I'd notice things and start asking questions. So I guess she wanted to get it into the open, at least within the family, so there'd be no misunderstandings." "Makes sense, your mom is nothing if not practical," said Jeffrey, smiling. Tara stood up, "I'm going to get cleaned up, and make some calls. Right after I eat your awesome dinner, I'm going out with some old buddies tonight that I haven't seen in a year." "Sounds great," said Jeffrey, "I'd better get cracking on dinner." He stood and Tara gave him a little hug and another peck on the cheek. "I'll see you later," she said, smiling up at her dad, and then she scurried off to her room to shower and change, only glancing over her shoulder once at her naked father. Jeffrey started dinner. Half an hour later, Susan came through the door. "Hi, sweetheart," she said, as she came into the kitchen. She hugged him close and planted a sensuous, wet kiss on his lips. "Hi," he said, recovering from her kiss. "It's bad enough Tara saw me naked, but if you keep that up I'm going to have a problem." "Mmmm..." said Susan, "She's in the shower and will have to do makeup and everything. I'm sure I have at least half an hour to help you with any problem you might have, honey." She again wrapped her arms around his neck and planted a warm, luxurious kiss on him, her tongue playing with his in a very erotic fashion. Jeffrey put his hands on his wife's wonderful ass and squeezed as he kissed her back. After a few minutes of making out, Jeffrey's problem became quite apparent. Susan broke the kiss gently and stepped back just enough to look down between their bodies and see Jeffrey's growing erection. "Ah," she said innocently, "did I do that?" "Yes," whispered Jeffrey as he nibbled at her ear, "It's all your fault, naughty girl." "Well," she said, "If I'm responsible, I guess I'll have to this matter into my own hands, and mouth, and take care of it for you. Would that be ok, dear?" "Yes, honey, I think it's for the best," he said, smiling. Susan smiled wickedly and took control. "Alright, young man," she said, "I want you to hop up on the bar for me like a good boy." "Yes, dear," Jeffrey said softly, "Whatever you say, dear." Susan smiled as the pulled the bar stool out of the way and patted the marble bar top with her hand, "Good answer, my darling," she said. Jeffrey hopped up onto the bar top, spread his thighs wide, and leaned back onto his elbows as Susan positioned the barstool between his legs and took her seat. She said softly, "Now I'm going to show you what happens to a good boy who gets an erection when he kisses his wife..." Susan proceeded to kiss and lick her husband's testicles -- something that he really loved. As she did so, she enjoyed talking to him in a motherly voice. "These are my yummy husband's yummy testes. They taste so good... I love your testicles, Jeffrey... so sweet and firm... and faithful. It turns me on that your body is all mine and no one else's. I have you all to myself... my yummy husband..." Jeffrey was moaning and his hips moved involuntarily as Susan played with his testicles, licking and sucking his scrotum, and pulling one and then the other testicle into her mouth and rolling it on her tongue. Susan's hand, now around his erect penis, began to stroke up and down very slowly as she enjoyed his testes. "You need wifey to make you come. You need your wife to get all those delicious spurts you have for her, don't you, dear?" She paused a moment, but Jeffrey just gasped, unable to answer. "I'll take that as a yes." She began rubbing his penis more quickly. "Mmm... wifey is going to have some nice spurts of husband semen, which is the most delicious kind." She engulfed the head of his penis in her mouth, sucking and licking as her hand continued to stroke, and making her husband moan loudly and writhe on the countertop beneath his wife's busy hands and mouth. It pleased Susan to think of having her lover's semen in her pussy whenever she wanted it, while her husband's penis and his semen were reserved faithfully and exclusively for her and her alone. She loved him so much. He was such a wonderful man for her -- the perfect man for her. She knew that in the future she would have several lovers, but she only wanted this one man to be her husband for as long as she lived. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 05 She slipped her mouth off her husband's swollen red penis head and said, "Wifey wants her husband to give her all of his faithful semen that he dutifully keeps just for his wife. Are you going to give your wife all your delicious husbandly semen honey? I want you to give it to me so I can swallow every last drop. It makes you so yummy to know that you are my faithful husband." She went down on his cock again, now rubbing and sucking furiously as her husband wailed and gasped loudly. He was writhing so much she had to use her left forearm across his lower belly to hold his hips still while she milked him. Susan couldn't help but smile that her daughter, Tara, would probably be able to hear her dad moaning so loudly on the verge of ejaculation. She loved how attentive and compliant he was after she had really drained him thoroughly, and she meant to empty her husband of every drop of semen he could give. She looked forward to the moment soon when he would beg her to make him ejaculate. Now that her husband was close to spurting, she slowed her stroking of his penis slightly and began again to apply long flat-tongued licks to his scrotum, relishing the soft velvet feel of his hairless sack and the feel of his firm testes jiggling against her mouth with each stroke she applied to his penis. She wanted to hold him at the edge of ejaculation for a while and play with his mind a little to increase the intimacy of their bonding on the kitchen bar. Jeffrey was laying flat on his back, his thighs raised and spread lewdly, and she loved him in this position because he was so completely open and vulnerable to her. Between her licks of his testes, she murmured the sweet nothings that she knew made him putty in her hands. She said, "Honey, should I just play with my husband for a while, or should I make you come quickly?" "Ohhhh... pleeeeaaasssse... make me.... Come.... For you..... arghhhhh......" "But my love," she teased, "I've made you come every night this week, and sometimes in the mornings too... are you sure you have more faithful semen to offer your wife?" "Yesssss... please.... Ooooohhhhh... I want... to spurt...for you... oooohhhh...." "And do you keep all your semen for me? Do you make more all the time for me, honey?" "Yess.... Ohhhh, God.... Yesss, all for ....you..." "So if I make you spurt, you'll still be able to give me more later?" "Yess..." "Are you sure?" "Yessss... oooohhhh..... yesss....!" "Well, I would like to have a mouthful of delicious faithful husband semen..." She pretended to think it over as she stroked him slowly and licked his testicles. "But do you ever masturbate all by yourself honey? Or do you keep it all for me?" "All for youuuuu..... ahhhhhh....." "Yes, that's my good husband. He keeps all his semen for wifey to have. My husband never has to masturbate all by himself because I take good care of his penis and I like to get all his semen for myself. He's such a good boy..." She started rubbing more quickly. "Where do you like to spurt for your wife, honey? Do you like to spurt in your wife's mouth so she can taste your delicious husband juice? Do you like it when your wife swallows you whole?" He nodded his head emphatically, gasping for breath. "And do you sometimes like to spurt inside your wife's pussy?" "Yesssss......" he moaned. "Do you like to rub your penis on my bottom? Do you like to slide your penis between your wife's cheeks and spurt semen on her bottom? Or even on her breasts?" "Yesss.... Oh... Please make me come.... Ohhhhh.... Please make me spurt for you..." "Well, ok, if you really think I should, dear." Said Susan, "And I'm going to have a nice mouth full of husbandly spurts. Your semen is so yummy, honey, so I think I'm going to have to make you come soon. You just lay back and try to relax, sweetheart, and I'll make you come...when I'm ready." Susan slowed her strokes even more and said, "But I want to make sure you don't think I'm just doing you quickly. I want you to writhe and moan and know your wife loves you, and loves your penis, and wants your semen." "Oh... Godddd... I love you, honey," he gasped. "I love you too, Jeffrey," she said, happy that her man was being driven nearly out of his mind by her skillful loving of his beautiful pink penis. She loved its shape and colors, and she loved how her husband's genitals were so pretty without any hair at all. She did truly enjoy her husband's body, and she loved him so much. She stroked with full, even strokes, slowly building him to the very edge of ejaculation, and again holding him there with her expert knowledge of his body and reactions. She wanted to bond with her man and toy with him some more, before finally taking his spurts into her mouth. "Tell me why you love me, Jeffrey," she said. "Ooooohh... uuuhhhh... because you're wonderful... you're beautiful.... I love you.... You're so good to me... oooohhhh.... You're so sexy.... Ahhhh..." "And you don't mind if I go out and have some fun every now and then, do you sweetheart?" "No... It's ok.... Ahhhhh... Please....." he begged. She teased, "It's ok even though when I go out, I get to have my lover's big penis thrusting inside me?" "Yesss......." He gasped. She said, "I like to feel his big cock thrusting in and out of me -- he penetrates me so deep and he's so thick, and I let him do it to me again and again -- it feels so good when he stretches me out, honey..." She smiled down, watching her husband writhe and whimper in ecstasy while nodding his head in acknowledgement of her statement. "You know I let my lover ejaculate right inside me without protection. And you know I like to have him come in me more than once a night, don't you honey?" He nodded his head, with his eyes tightly shut. "And you like it when I come home to you with my lover's fresh semen in me, don't you dear?" "Yessss..." he gasped between gritted teeth. "But you know I like your semen best, don't you honey?" "Ahhhhh.... Ohhhhh..... Yessss...... Dear......." He whined. "I like to have my lover's big... thick... stiff... cock in me... but I also love your cute little penis too honey. That's why I always come home to you. You're my good faithful husband, aren't you my sweet boy? "Yess..." he moaned. She smiled, "What a good boy," she said, "I think you deserve to spurt now, so I'm going to suck your semen right out of your penis." She stroked a little faster. "I'm going to make you come now, husband, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. You don't have any control over your penis, honey, -- I do. You just have to lie back and let me make you come. Just let it happen." He gasped, "Oh yesss... Make me come...... PLEASE.... SUCK ME.... OOOOHHHH... YESS..." Susan smiled at how loudly her husband had asked to be sucked, and bent slightly to take him into her mouth for the finish. She stroked fast and hard, and sucked on his head as she licked it round with her tongue. After a few seconds of vigorous sucking, Susan lifted to quickly say, "Good boy, come for your wife. Give me your semen now, Jeffrey. Be an obedient husband and come for me now!" She dropped her head and worked his penis as her husband panted and writhed, quickly pushing him over the edge as she heard his desperate plea... "Oh honey, I'm cumming, oh please... I'm cumming for you!" "Yes, good boy, just pour yourself out for me, honey," she said quickly and then she drove down on him again just in time to capture the first spurt from his swollen red penis head. She sucked and swallowed, murmuring and humming her approval on his turgid organ as he bucked and spurted and flexed in climax. She continued to work his penis until it was softer and emptied of the very last drop of semen. She licked all over his shaft and scrotum as a final show of her mastery of, and affection for, her husband's body. Finally, with a hand on each thigh of her spent and panting husband, she placed a final loving kiss on his softened shaft and lifted her head to speak. "My, what a good husband you are, Jeffrey, that was a very nice ejaculation. You were very yummy, dear," she said, licking her lips and swallowing lewdly for his benefit. He moaned and smiled in response. She got off the barstool and gave him a kiss on the wet and well-used tip of his glans. "Now be a good boy and don't dally too long before making dinner, ok?" He nodded, but just barely, in the exhaustion of his complete release. "Good boy," she said, "And one other thing, you can just stay naked for dinner, since Tara doesn't mind." And she strolled into the living room with a satisfied and smug look on her face. She felt good about herself as a wife, now that she kept her husband drained daily, sometimes twice a day. She loved him and she loved making him come because it made her feel very powerful as a woman. And he certainly had no cause to complain, she mused. She walked into the living room to see her eldest daughter, sitting on the sofa and watching TV. "Hi Tara," she said, bending to give her a hug and a kiss on her cheek. "I'm so glad you're home." "Me too," said Tara, smiling up at her mother. "Your dad might be a few minutes later with dinner, dear, so if you're hungry, you might get a piece of fruit to tide you over." Tara grinned, "Yes, I heard him being...delayed. It was quite an ear-opener..." Susan tried to keep a straight face and just said, "Well, you know that boys will be boys, dear," as she swept past on her way to her bedroom. After her mother left the room, Tara wiped her fingers across her cheek where her mom had kissed her. She looked at the moisture on her fingertips and sniffed it. There was definitely a little hint of the bleach-like man-scent, and it made her smile... At dinner, 45 minutes later, Tara and her mother were seated in their usual positions at the table while Jeffrey brought out the food tray by tray, and served each of them. Tara thought it was all delicious and did her best to keep a sly grin off of her face whenever her eyes met her mother's. Tara also did her best not to stare at her father's nakedness as he went back and forth from the kitchen to the dining room. But she couldn't help but notice that her father's penis was still a little flushed and pink and swollen from all the vigorous attention her mom had so recently given it. There also seemed to be a bit of moisture still lingering on her dad's penis because when the light hit just right, it glistened a bit. More than even the pinkness and swelling, she thought it was cute. Tara caught every nuance of affection passing back and forth between her mom and dad, strange as the situation was, and she thought they liked each other much more than they had when she had left home. She decided that while things had changed quite a bit since she had left for college, the changes weren't all bad... And then the next night it was "Date Night"... Tara sat on the sofa in the living room with her legs curled up beneath her, reading a book as she watched her mother blow her a kiss from the doorway and leave for her date. Tara heard the car door slam and the engine of her mom's Lexus fired up and whisked her away. She looked at her watch. It was about 7:30pm, so she thought her mom would be home from her date by ten o'clock, or 10:30 at the latest. Her mom had filled her in on a number of facts that played across Tara's mind as the truth of the situation hit home for her, as it had for her father so many weeks ago. Between the initial phone conversation when her mother had first spilled the beans, and the subsequent conversations since Tara had been home, she pretty much knew the program. Her mom had begun to double-date with her friend Nissa, for dinner, drinks and dancing. After that, her boyfriend (Tara didn't like calling him her 'lover') took her out for the same kind of 'date' without the other friends. After a few weeks, Susan had tired of all the eating and drinking, and so the couple had changed their habits to simply going to a hotel across town and having sex for a couple hours. Her mom was having sex with a man close to Tara's own age for a 'couple hours'? Wow. She couldn't help but grin to herself, thinking that for a woman her mom's age, that was kind of cool. So her mom didn't stay out very late anymore and was usually home by 10pm. And, her mother said they could talk in the morning because when she got home from her dates, she needed to spend some time with Tara's dad. Tara could only imagine what that meant. But after listening to the 'conversation' her parents had had a couple days earlier in the kitchen, she had a pretty good idea. Things were quiet in the house with her dad doing a few chores and she listened to music and read her book. She'd heard the phone ring a couple times and she knew that was her mom checking in with her dad, probably teasing him. Tara sneaked a glance now and then at her dad when he walked by and she did think there was a little extra bulge in his cotton gym shorts, so she thought the phone calls were working. Tara thought about what was going on and sighed. She guessed if it made them happy, and it certainly seemed to, then she'd let it go. Her mom seemed so much more content and happy with the recent changes in her life. Tara didn't think it would be the lifestyle for her, but if it was good for her parents, she'd have to live with it. As the clock approached 10pm, Tara heard a car in the driveway and looked out the window. The Lexus was pulling into the garage, and moments later Susan entered the house. Tara looked at her mother from head to toe, examining everything for clues. At first glance, Susan seemed completely normal, dressed very attractively as she had been when she left. But her hair was a little mussed, her eyes had a sort of dreamy look and she seemed very relaxed, and her lipstick wasn't as neatly applied as usual. "Hi, Kiddo," said Susan, "How was your evening?" Susan stood to chat with her daughter a moment with a strange posture. While her body seemed completely relaxed, she was standing with her legs tight together. Tara could only guess at the reason, but her suspicion dawned on her with surprised eyes. Tara said, "Oh, fine, I guess. Uh, how was your evening?" "Very nice," said her mom with the dreamy look invading her eyes, "I'm going to go check on your dad, is he in the bedroom?" "Yes, I think so," said Tara. "Ok, well, see you in the morning, dear," said Susan as she walked to her bedroom. Tara's lips let the grin show, now that she was alone. She thought her mom must have had a 'very nice' evening with her...boyfriend, based on how she looked... Tara went back to her reading, but kept a sharp ear out for any sounds that might waft down the hallway from the master suite. She knew she shouldn't, but she couldn't help but be interested... She closed her book and decided to go to her own bedroom, which was advantageously situated next to the master suite. She just couldn't help herself -- she wished she could be a fly on the wall and hear what went on between her parents... Susan entered the master bedroom and softly closed the door. The room was dark and candle-lit, and there was the fragrance of spring in the air from the candle's scent. She saw her husband, sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting patiently for her. She smiled warmly and held out her arms for him to come to her. He stood and embraced her, and they kissed passionately. "Perhaps you should help me undress, honey," she whispered in his ear. Jeffrey began to unbutton her blouse and slide it from her shoulders. He unzipped her skirt, it fell to the floor, and she gracefully stepped out of it. He laid both garments aside on a chair and looked at his wife. She stood in her high-heeled pumps, her small pink panties and matching lace bra. In the shadows of the flickering candles she looked as beautiful to him as ever. She stood still, watching him as he unlatched her bra and gently slid the straps from her shoulders. She smiled to see his erection throbbing as he undressed her. Lastly, he knelt before her and gently slid her panties down to the floor, revealing her shaved vulva, pink and puffy from recent exertion. His eyes never left her nether cleft as he slid the panty down and helped her step out of it. Her vulva, the smooth outer lips of her womanhood, were always larger than average. Susan was a woman with small inner labia and larger outer lips that always seemed to be pouting and they naturally extended below her groin, making a beautiful sight between her thighs. But as ever when she returned to him from her lover, her vulva were fuller, pinker in color, and seemed more attractive to him than ever. Jeffrey always loved serving his wife orally, bringing her to orgasm again and again with his tongue. But he had never had his face so close to her vagina after she had enjoyed time with her lover, and he had never kissed, let alone licked, her there when she was freshly filled with her lover's semen and scent. For the first time, he leaned just forward enough to put a small kiss upon her vulva lips -- just a chaste 'welcome home' kiss. He held her panties up close to his face, examining the wetness in the crotch in the shallow light of the candles. He brought the lower panel to his nose and sniffed the mixed scent of his wife and her lover, before laying the panty down carefully atop her other clothes. Susan smiled broadly as he stood and hugged her again, happy that her husband had made another gesture of acceptance and approval of her trysting. She was very pleased when she felt her body being lifted up and carried by her husband to the bed and laid down. She kissed her husband lovingly. Jeffrey crawled onto the bed beside her and began to caress her breasts with his hand, kneading and feeling the softness of her white mounds. Susan liked the feeling of her husband's hands on her. Her lover's hands were exciting and new, but her husband's hands felt like 'home'. After a little while of caressing and kissing, they turned so that Jeffrey was spooning Susan, and they snuggled comfortably. Jeffrey's erect penis was nestled in the cleft of Susan's bottom, with his head just touching her recently loosened opening. Her lover's semen, fresh and kept warm within Susan's body, was seeping as she had relaxed the muscles of her pelvic floor. Jeffrey just knew she felt soft and warm and wet against his glans as he kissed her neck and shoulders from behind. After luxuriating in her husband's embrace for a while, Susan wanted to talk with him and share some of the feelings she had been having about her relationship with him and her lover. But before she did so, she wanted a more intimate connection with her husband. "Honey," she said softly as she bent her legs to a ninety degree angle at her hips, "I want to feel you in me." Knowing what she meant, Jeffrey changed his position with her in order to slide his penis about half way into her, and then snuggled close again. "How's that," he whispered. "Lovely," she murmured. Susan said, "I've been thinking a lot lately about our new... uh... arrangement, dear." "Mmm..." said Jeffrey, while wiggling his pelvis to play in her loose opening with his penis while feeling her breast with his hand. Susan took his hand from her breast and kissed it, then guided his fingers to spread her labia and find her clitoris. Jeffrey was happily surprised to see her seeking pleasure, since usually she'd had enough orgasms for one night when she returned from having her lover. Susan said, "You know, honey, I've been thinking about things, and sort of clarifying them in my mind. Like answering the question -- why do I feel so much happier now that I have a lover? -- and I think I've figured some things out." She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 05 She paused a moment as her breath caught in her throat because of her husband's skilled and busy fingers at play on her clitoris. Just the way he dipped his finger into her lover's drips of excess semen, and used it to lubricate her clit was enormously erotic to her, and her arousal shot up quickly. She composed herself and said, "You know I'm happier with you and in love with you since I've taken a lover. I just feel so content -- as though everything is perfect for me now -- and I think things are better for you too... Ughhhh... Ooohhh... You're so naughty, honey, you've got to let me... Ahhhh.... Talk..." Jeffrey smiled at the contrast of his wife's dilemma compared to the one she often put him into. So many times she'd play with his penis and make him crazy with pleasure while asking him questions. Turn about was fair play indeed... He had mercy and slowed his assault, moving his semen-lubricated fingers with slow ease in circles around her love button, allowing her to breathe more calmly again. She said, "So, I was thinking about how I have it all. How I have the best in two worlds, and why does it make me feel so fulfilled as a woman. And I think I've figured it out." "Do tell," Jeffrey whispered as he pushed his penis into her with small thrusts and wiggled the tip of his middle finger directly on Susan's clitoris. Susan gasped, "Oooohhh... Ahhhh... stop a sec... Ughhhh..... Please...." "Ok," whispered Jeffrey, again going back to the slow circles around her sensitive bud. "Ok," she said breathlessly, "Now behave yourself while I'm trying to share with you." "Yes, dear," he said, dutiful husband that he was. "So I think I've stumbled upon a few of the deep feelings and ideas that are making me feel so good -- not just physically, but emotionally and mentally." She took a deep breath, "Do you want to hear about my thoughts?" "Of course, dear," said Jeffrey. "Well, here goes. I hope you don't feel offended at anything, because I really want you to understand that you are about a million times more important to me than my lover. But there are things that my lover gives me that fill in the small blanks here and there. I now feel complete as a woman." "I see..." said Jeffrey as he snuggled close. She giggled, "No you don't, at least not yet. Give me a moment and I'll try to explain. I think there are a lot of things, so I can't really put them in order of importance. Let me just say them all and then we can sort them out together, ok?" "Ok," he whispered. "For one thing, I think it makes me feel very excited to be mating again. And by 'mating', I mean to have sperm inside me. I didn't know why it makes me feel so warm and satisfied, but now I think I know why." She paused to collect her thoughts, and then continued. "You know how it is natural for a woman to have multiple sex partners, lovers, whatever -- I've explained it before. But there's something else. Females of every species mate. It is a natural urge to mate with a virile male who puts his semen into her body, and his semen is full of millions of sperm." She explained further, "I never knew there was anything 'missing' in our lovemaking since you had your vasectomy. And I know I was the one who encouraged you to do it, and I don't regret it either because it was the right thing to do. But I now realize that just the knowledge that there are real live sperm swimming in me and searching for an egg just does something to my psyche. "It makes me feel female -- like the females of all species -- to take a male's sperm inside me. Just the thought is somehow fulfilling. Does that make any sense?" Jeffrey thought a moment and whispered, "I think so, I mean, I guess it makes sense. The things that are by nature designed a certain way always have reasons." "Yes," she said, snuggling her bottom against her husband. "I think so too. All I can tell you is that right now, with real sperm swimming inside me, it just feels good and natural to think of it. I guess that's why I've been so... fascinated with having his semen in me. I just love it when he comes inside me." "Ok, I think I understand. What else?" he asked. "Well, the other thing is the contrast -- it's like I have the two ends of the spectrum and thereby have everything in between too. For example, I live with you and we are a family, but I leave you for a few hours every now and then to have relatively meaningless sex. Certainly I get along well with my lover, but when we meet it is just about our bodies, not our hearts." "Um Hm," he murmured. "And you are 'home' and he is 'away', if that makes any sense. He is young and vigorous whereas you are more mature and skilled. I hope you won't take this wrong, but his... cock... is long and thick and stiff like iron, and he can stay hard and keep thrusting and come several times; and your... penis... is... well, different and wonderful in its own way." She was very afraid that she had gone too far, but her husband rescued her. Jeffrey said, "I know I'm not very big, honey, and I'm glad you are... enjoying... a larger... partner." "Honestly honey, I love your penis. It's not too small or anything... But I have to tell you, I always think of his 'cock' and your 'penis'. In my mind it's always his 'big, thick, COCK' when we're together, and then I come home to your 'cute, sweet, penis.' "I hope you're not angry, but when he stretches me out like I am now with his big cock, and fills me to overflowing with two or three big ejaculations of his sperm-laden semen, it makes me feel so full and fulfilled as a woman. And then I come home to you and snuggle you, the man I truly love, while I'm filled with my lover's semen, I feel happy and content. And when you slip your adorable pink penis into my loose pussy while I'm dripping with my lover's semen, I just love it. It's just so perfect, but I can't really explain why." She waited for a response, and felt better when Jeffrey nuzzled against her, signaling that all was well. She felt relieved because she had thought that confession would have been the most likely to make her husband feel bad. "I love to have you in my mouth, honey, I love to taste you and make you come in my mouth. I like your taste, and I just can't get enough. That's not true with my lover; I never take him in my mouth. I guess that's a big point for you." "Mmm..." he murmured, while he moved his hips to feel his penis slip around inside her soft but loose opening, all gooey and slippery with all the man-juice her young lover had deposited inside her body. She continued, determined to communicate her feelings fully, and tell her husband everything. "There's another thing that I discovered, honey," she said, feeling a little embarrassed that all of her confessions seemed to revolve around the size of her lover's cock, and the semen her lover gave her. She took a calming deep breath and said, "I'd never known what it felt like to have a cock push against my cervix. It's...so invasive, so deeply penetrating...I don't really know how to describe it, but it's amazing to have his cock banging against my womb. It's like he's knocking on the door, so persistently demanding to put his semen into my womb. It's really devastating, and it just makes me melt." Jeffrey's thrusting in her sloppiness was increasing and Susan smiled to herself. Realizing that her husband's fantasies of being a cuckold were so powerful that she thought nothing she said would make him feel bad. In the nicest way she could, she was telling him that his penis was small and didn't measure up to her lover's big cock, and that his semen was less valuable, since it no longer contained any sperm after his vasectomy. It amazed Susan that what would demean most men simply turned Jeffrey on. It made her very happy to know that her husband fully accepted her infidelity and was nearly as thrilled by it as she was. She decided to see how far she could take his humiliation. She loved her husband and did not love her young man. But her young man's big hard cock was vastly superior to her husband's average 44-year-old penis in every way -- size, stiffness, virility, endurance -- everything. She decided to delve into the comparison directly and see how her husband would react. "You know, dear, I love having two men and two penises to enjoy. I love the contrast between my two men in bed. I love you as my faithful husband who dutifully takes care of my home, naked all day long with his cute pink penis and testicles, so pretty and shaved clean, dangling between his thighs as he does his chores for me. I even like that fact that there is no sperm in your semen, and when you ejaculate you taste so sweet and special to me. I love how all your semen is mine -- you're my faithful husband -- and I get to have every drop of you for myself...." Jeffrey's little thrusts were more urgent, and she could feel his breath panting against her back. She marveled that she could barely feel him inside her after having her lover's cock stretching her out for almost two hours. She continued, "I love to hear you moan and wiggle your hips and whine when I tease your adorable little penis. You're so cute like that. And when I make you come for me, and make you spurt all your faithful but infertile semen in my mouth or pussy, I just adore hearing you whimper softly. So submissive to me, so surrendered, so obedient to come when I'm ready to finally make you come for me..." She held lifted her thigh a little, opening herself a little wider, but she changed the angle of her hips to that her husband's thrusts only resulted in penetrating her now with little more than the head of his penis. She smiled at his whimper of disappointment at having even less contact, but he continued to try to thrust into her, nearly futile as it was. Susan purred, "On the other hand, I really love it when my young man, with his long and thick and hard cock, mounts me powerfully. I like how wide he is -- at first it feels like he's splitting me in two -- so big, so thick, so manly. And he's long, really long, and I get to feel the head of his penis go deep into me and kiss my cervix..." "I really like it when he's on top of me, grunting and thrusting hard with his enormous cock pounding into me, plundering my pussy, touching me in places I never knew existed inside me. He just bangs away -- thrusting into me so forcefully and so deep with his hard young cock -- and I know this is how a woman is supposed to feel when a man is fucking her..." Susan put her hand on Jeffrey's fingers, encouraging him to play at her clitoris more vigorously as her arousal was heightened by confessing all to her husband. "And he can go a long time before he comes the first time in me. But I am patient, enjoying each thrust, each rutting grunt, as my lover bangs me so urgently with his big cock. I think about how stiff his young cock feels -- like a big rod of velvet-covered iron -- so manly and virile. And I think about mating, and how his sperm will soon be spurting into me, searching for my egg and trying to impregnate me. These thoughts make me feel utterly feminine -- so female -- like a doe in the forest being rutted by a big young stag..." Susan's voice caught in her throat as her husband's fingers stimulated her clitoris, driving her toward another orgasm. She had never known she could have so many orgasms in one evening until she began to come with her lover. Now she loved to come home to her husband and have a 'night cap' orgasm, as she liked to think of them. She said, "He gets so deep, it makes me squeal involuntarily every time his cock head pounds against my cervix. It's like he's trying to open the mouth of my womb and spurt his semen directly into my uterus -- and MATE me. It's so exciting; I usually come the first time before he does..." Her hips were wiggling uncontrollably and her breath was shallow and rasping in her throat, but she continued telling her husband about her feelings. "After giving me a really good fucking, my young man stiffens up and growls like a wolf and starts spurting in me. Big gobs of juicy fertile semen just gush out of him. I can feel it inside me when he spurts -- it's amazing! "And then he collapses on me and I can feel the weight of his body and his heavy breathing as he lies on top of me. But his powerful young cock doesn't get soft in me; I can squeeze it and still feel its firmness. After only a few minutes, he'll start to thrust again, and I know this time it will be a long, slow fucking that I get. I love to just lie there and receive all of his attentions as he goes so slowly in and out of me..." Susan was on the verge of coming and she signaled her husband to slow his assault on her clitoris as she repositioned her hips so that he could get perhaps half of his penis into her again. "So, honey," she said, "He just goes on and on, and I make him fuck me slowly for at least half an hour before he ejaculates again. And on many nights, like tonight, I get him to come in me three times. I can't even count how many orgasms I have, but I seem to just keep coming again and again on his big thick cock... "I just adore hearing him call me 'Mrs. Andrews' while he thrusts in me. It keeps me mindful of my faithful husband, dutifully waiting for me at home while I spend some time with my lover. I often orgasm while thinking of you, Jeffrey, as I feel my lover's long cock sliding in and out of me -- it's so thick that his shaft rubs my G-spot with every thrust. When he's doing that, I think of your adorable penis, and how much I'd love to have you in my mouth... "And after my lover has had me three times, like tonight, I'm just brimming with his fertile semen -- and I'm fully satisfied with our mating. I'm so stretched out by then I have to really struggle to keep as much of his semen in me as I can so I can bring it home to you to share, like we're doing now." She rocked her pelvis back to give her husband the most access, and smiled as she felt his thrusts take on new urgency. It was more that she could feel his hips banging against hers than that she could feel his merely average-sized penis in her over-stretched vagina. She guided her husband's fingers to work their insistent magic on her semen-soaked clitoris because she wanted to come. It pleased her that her husband's fingers were using her lover's copious semen as the lubricant with which to bring her to a comfortable and delicious orgasm. She felt her husband's body movements and breathing change, and knew from her vast experience that he would soon ejaculate and add a modest few spurts of his own delightful semen to her 'collection' from his little penis. She couldn't help it any longer, the contrast between her young lover's big cock and her husband's little penis was too strong. She now thought, albeit affectionately, of her husband's genitals as 'little'. She was nearing the brink of orgasm as she purred, "I don't ever want my two boys to even lay eyes on each other, honey, but I had a really powerful orgasm tonight while my lover was fucking me for the third time. I thought about how much I wanted to have your little penis is my mouth while my lover's big cock was thrusting in my pussy. I thought about how much joy it would bring me if he could spurt his semen in my pussy at the same moment you spurted yours in my mouth. "It would be the most awesome... uhhhhh.... Way to have.... Sex..... with both of my men... oooooohhhhhh... Yes!.... AAAAHHHHHH!!!!" Susan's body wracked with her orgasm as the waves of pleasure crashed upon her over and over. She writhed and moaned and Jeffrey continued to rub her clitoris vigorously, pushing her to peak after peak of orgasmic bliss. Somewhere through the haze of Susan's powerful climax, she was vaguely aware of her husband's urgent thrusting and moaning; though he was good enough not to stop his finger play on her clitoris. When she finally relaxed, basking in the afterglow of pleasure, she noted that her husband's little penis has slipped out of her. He's probably softening already, she thought, but it pleased her that he must have ejaculated while she was coming, and that his semen was now mixed with her lover's. She sighed contentedly as she thought of how perfect it was to have her husband's ejaculate mingled with her lover's -- and both fluids were now safely deposited in her well-used vagina. She smiled with satisfaction at her situation. She was in the arms of her loving and faithful husband, who was now proven to completely accept and condone her affair with her young stud. It was perfect, and she was perfectly in love with her husband, and perfectly satisfied with the wide array of sexual attention and pleasure she now experienced. Her relationship with her husband had improved dramatically -- and not just sexually. And she had the sexual and emotional satisfaction that a woman could only get from a virile young stud to service her in addition to her loving husband. She was happy to be a wife and a lover the two sides of the human female both fulfilled fully. She drifted off into contented sleep in the arms of the man she loved with her pussy still stretched and tingling from the exercise of having sex with her young lover. She didn't have to lie or hide or pretend -- everything in her life was up-front and honest. And she was more glad of it than she could ever explain. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 06 PLEASE READ: This story is full of female-dominant / male-submissive content, including Cuckolding. If you don't like that sort of thing, please move on to one of the other wonderful stories found on this site. Also, if you're reading this story shortly after it was uploaded, it is part of an incomplete series, and the plotlines will not have resolved at the finish of this installment. All Characters are at least 18 years old. Thank you for reading with these warnings in mind. All the best! -- Jeffrey * MANY WEEKS LATER... Susan returned on a Saturday morning from an overnight trip to a conference. it was about 10AM, and the sun wish shining brightly. She knew Jeffrey would be out playing golf until about 3PM with some friends, and as she began unpacking in her bedroom she looked out the window into the backyard. She saw her daughter Tara and Tara's long-time friend Ronnie, sunning themselves on the two chaises by the pool. She thought it was nice that Veronica had come over so that the two young ladies could get caught up with the happenings in their lives. The doorbell rang, and Susan went to answer it, assuming it was the UPS man or something. When she opened the door, she was surprised to see three young men, obviously college-aged, dressed in tee shirts, swimming trunks, and sandals. They were all handsome and fit-looking young men and Susan smiled at them. "Well, hello," she said, "How can I help you?" The tallish blonde one spoke in a deep voice, "Hi, we're here to visit Tara. I'm Paul, and this is Tim and this is Rick." She stood back from the door, enjoying the way the boys were trying not to stare at her cleavage, and said, "Welcome, come on in. You can call me Susan, I'm Tara's mom. Tara's in the back by the pool. Just go right on through." "Thanks," the smiling boys said, "Nice to meet you." They went through the living room and the glass doors to the pool yard as Susan went back to her bedroom to complete the unpacking process. She casually thought about the idea of sunning herself at the pool as well, but decided not to bother the kids. She changed into a bright pink tank top - the kind with spaghetti straps and a built-in bra that had a straight-across bodice that was a little bit low so that she broadly exposed the top half of her breasts with a deep cleft visible between them. She knew it was a little bit risqué, but she couldn't help but take advantage of teasing the young men. The pink top left her belly and navel exposed above tight-fitting low-rise short shorts, also matching pink, that hugged her hips and molded smooth and tight to her every curve. Not only did the shorts cleave tightly to her big vulva, making a very obvious camel toe as she looked in the mirror, but they were so short that the cheeks of her bottom would peak out in back if she bent over even slightly. To add Jiggle to her step, she chose some strappy sandals with two-inch heels. She loved to see a male's eyes torn between ogling her jiggling breasts or her puffy pouting cameltoe when she walked toward him on a hard surface in heels. The top she wore pushed her 'C's up nicely so that there was plenty of soft breast flesh to jiggle with every step. With a little grin on her face, she went to the kitchen to make a pitcher of iced tea to bring out to the youngsters as an excuse to 'play' with the boys. As she stepped to the glass door that led to the pool yard, carrying the tray with the tea and glasses, she stopped dead in her tracks. Out in the sunlight, not 20 feet away from her, the three boys stood in front of Tara and Ronnie as the girls were sitting up in the chaises and talking. What had stopped Susan was the fact that the two girls' hands were behind their backs, unfastening the tops of their bikinis, while at the same time, the boys' hands were taking hold of the waistbands of their swimming trunks and beginning to lower them. As if on the count of three, the two girls slipped their bikini tops over their heads to expose their pert young breasts, and the three boys slid their trunks down to their ankles to expose their youthful genitals. "Oh, my..." Susan muttered under her breath as she stood frozen - her eyes sweeping back and forth over the naked boys' bodies as they stepped out of their trunks and stood motionless, hands at their sides. After a moment, she followed the boys' eyes to look at her daughter and Ronnie's exposed breasts. She felt pride that her Tara was nicely endowed with full 'C' cup breasts with pale little areolas and little pink buds of nipple. Very pretty, she thought. But Ronnie was easily a 'D' cup, with round and heavy looking breasts capped by large dark brown areolas and pronounced fat nipples. It was a beautiful tableau - the two girls now sitting back on their hands with straight arms putting their breasts on nice display for the boys as they eyed the boys' now-exposed genitals. The boys stood still with their hands at their sides - like good boys, Susan thought - giving the girls a full view as they ogled the beautiful breasts before them. Susan's mature eyes returned to the groins of the boys, comparing and contrasting what she saw with a grin playing at her lips. She enjoyed that all three boys were circumcised, so that she (and the girls) could view the pretty pink heads of the boys' penises. Susan thought circumcision was good because it made it so that all of a boy's charms were fully exposed to a woman's eyes, rather than partially hidden by an excessive foreskin. Paul was tallest, blonde, lithely built but with nice muscles. He had a sparse dusting of blonde pubic hair that did nothing to hide his narrow pale penis, hanging perhaps two inches long in its flaccid state, capped with a nicely pink head. She noted that his testes hung relaxed in his scrotum a good deal lower than his soft penis. Tim had brown hair and a little darker skin than Paul. He was more solidly built, and his soft penis was thicker, but about as long. Susan liked that he had shaved his genitals, leaving only a well-trimmed patch of dark hair above his hanging organs. His genitals were just a slightly darker and pinker shade that his skin, and his head was a darker pink and nicely fat. Rick had black hair but pale skin. She noted that he too was shaved, but in his case he was completely devoid of pubic hair, which nicely matched his nearly hairless body. His genitals were quite rosy pink in stark contrast to his pale skin. He had the largest genitals, perhaps as fat a penis as Tim, but almost an inch longer as it dangled soft and loose from his body. Ricks testes were quite large as well, and they seemed heavy as they hung low and loose between his pale thighs. What a delightful variety, thought Susan, isn't it wonderful that boys are so diverse between their thighs!. She satisfied herself to stand at the glass door and simply observe the scene. It was obvious to her that some sort of deal had been struck whereby the girls had traded their exposed breasts for the boys' exposed penises and testicles. It seemed an outstanding trade to her. Susan set the tray down and just stood and watched as first the girls' lips moved, then one or two of the boys, then back and forth in a silent negotiation. After a moment, Tara and Ronnie grinned at each other and shrugged their shoulders. The boys' faces seemed sort of conflicted as though they weren't sure of the latest deal, but it was too late. As one, the two girls began to lift their legs up until their knees were high and tight together with their feet drawn up almost to their bottoms. Then slowly, the girls' knees began to part until their thighs were spread wide. Then each girl used one hand to grasp the front of their bikini bottoms and pull upward, pulling the crotch of the bikini tightly against their vulva as the boys looked on, displaying the shape and fatness of their pussy lips through the thin fabric of their bikinis. Having satisfied their end of the deal, the two girls let go of their bikinis and again rested on their hands, and then reclined further to rest upon their elbows, while keeping their thighs spread lewdly in front of the boys. Tara spoke, somewhat urgently as though giving a command and the boys sheepishly moved into action, each one taking his already semi-erect penis in his hand. Susan smiled broadly, realizing that the boys were going to have to masturbate, or at least make themselves fully erect for the girls, as their end of the latest bargain. How delightful, Susan thought, as she watched each boy play with himself. The embarrassed looks on the boys' faces were priceless as they were forced to play with their penises as the girls watched. Their young bodies responded quickly, and all too soon, each boy had reached full erection. Tara said something, and the boys' hands fell to their sides once more, revealing their fully erect penises for the girls to examine and compare. As expected, Rick's was the biggest, looking to be about 7" long and nicely fat, with his beautiful purple head swollen and throbbing with a big fat ridge clearly visible all around. Tim and Paul were about the same length, perhaps 6" for Tim and a little less for Paul whose pale penis was also slightly thinner, but somehow very attractive due to its pronounced veins and light coloring. Tara spoke again and the boys turned sideways so that their erections could be viewed jutting out from their groins. Paul's was angled up at almost a 45 degree angle, Tim a little less, and Rick's heavy looking organ seemed parallel to the ground. The boys turned again to reveal their cute bottoms, each a different shape and attractive in its own boyish way. They turned again, paused, and turned again - now facing the lewdly spread thighs of the topless reclining girls once more. The girls then sat up and scooted to the edge of their seats and the boys lined up in front of them. Susan watched as Tara and Ronnie took turns carefully feeling and examining the three sets of male genitals as each boy stood motionless in front of them as each girl took her turn to feel them up. The girls took their time and were thorough, Susan thought, as they inspected, hefted, and squeezed the boy's tender parts to the girls' satisfaction. The girls released the boys and they all jumped into the pool. Susan thought she should leave the kids alone, instead of bringing out the tea. She returned the tray to the kitchen just as the doorbell rang. Susan went to the door and opened it, discovering that her friend Gail was at least an hour early for the visit they had discussed, and about which Susan had forgotten. Gail and Susan sat in the dining room, sipping tea and casting glances out the big bay windows at the pool yard. It was hard to have a conversation when the two women's eyes continually strayed from one another. One could hardly blame them, since out in the pool yard were three naked young men in their early twenties, all very trim and fit and with very attractive genitals wiggling as they walked around. Gail said, "So, last night, I had Bob across my lap, giving him a very good spanking. I had come home early from shopping and caught him red-handed, sitting on the couch watching the playboy channel and touching his penis." "Oh, my," said Susan. "Yes, it was just perfect!" Gail smiled, "and since we had agreed there would be no porn in the house, and that he would not play with his penis without my permission, he earned a very large number of swats for that." Gail sipped her tea and continued. "So he obediently went across my lap and I really laid into his bottom with my hand, scolding him all the way. I made him promise me everything I wanted..." Gail looked up at Susan with a glint in her eye, "And I made him agree that I could date other men. YOUNG men. And that he would help me get ready for my date and wait up for me to return." "Sounds like you're really in the driver's seat in your marriage now, ever since you started spanking Bob. Obviously, he is quite agreeable when his bottom is red and stinging." "Boy, is he ever. I can make him promise anything when I'm spanking him." Gail smiled brightly, "So, Peter is picking me up on Friday and we're going to the Marriott for dinner, dancing, and we have a suite reserved to spend some intimate time together. And Bob knows all about it!" "It's certainly best," said Susan, "That your husband knows all about your lover. That way, there are no lies between you. I'm sure it will work out well. Just be sure to bring yourself home to Bob and let him make love to you after your date. Once he enters you when you're already full of your lover's semen, that puts the finishing touch on making him your willing cuckold. I'm sure he'll be very excited by the whole thing, just the way that my Jeffrey is." "Yes," said Gail, "And how is Jeffrey?" "He's fine. He's golfing this morning. I've gotten a new promise from Jeffrey, just like you have got one from your Bob." Susan smiled deviously. "What is it?" "Well," said Susan, feeling a little embarrassed, "I've been wanting to have both of my men at once for quite a while now, and I've figured out how. I'm going to have Randy come over here and make love to me while I take Jeffrey in my mouth." "Really?" "Yes, I have it all worked out. Jeffrey will be blindfolded and tied down on the bed, covered in sheets with just his penis exposed. I'll let Randy have me from behind right on our bed while I bend over and have Jeffrey in my mouth. I'm going to try to make Jeffrey come at the same time Randy comes in me. If all goes well, that's what will happen." "Ooooh, that sounds wickedly delightful," said Gail, with a devious grin. "Yes," smiled Susan, "I've been thinking about it a lot. I've wanted to have both my boys at the same time for a while now. But I don't want them to actually meet. I think this will be a great way. " Susan paused as if in thought, and then confessed to her grinning friend, "And...there's just something about having my lover in my home, on my bed, that is very desirable for me. I've...also been thinking about having Randy come and stay overnight, with Jeffrey away at a hotel. There's just something about having my young lover in my own bed that gets me all hot and bothered..." "Hmmm," said Gail, "That does sound delicious, doesn't it. What about Tara?" Susan giggled, "Well for one thing, she knows about my lover. And for another..." Susan walked to the glass door and peeked out into the pool yard. She grinned and motioned to Gail to come join her, whispering, "You've got to see this." Gail came over next to her friend and the two 40-something women looked out into the pool yard together to see a wonderful sight. Gail's jaw dropped and her lips curled into a happy smile. Tara and Ronnie had put their bikini tops back on, but the three boys were still naked - their swimming trunks were not on the ground where they boys had dropped them. Tim and Paul were laying on their backs on the two chaises while the girls were sitting under an umbrella on two chairs by a little glass table casually enjoying the male nudity around them. The two boys reclined with their legs parted slightly, giving room to their large testes, and their penises, while not erect, were certainly partially swollen in arousal. The other boy, Rick, was walking toward them carrying towels and suntan crème from the barbeque area where they were stored in a cabinet. Rick's semi-erect penis and big full testicles swayed and dangled in front of his muscular thighs as he walked. The ladies watched gleefully as the boy stood in front of each girl, offering her a towel, and then he set the bottle of cream on the little table. Tara said something, and Rick nodded as he knelt in front of her and she raised a foot to his hands and he began to massage her arches and painted toes while his naked penis hung between his spread thighs. Gail watched a few moments, and then she whispered, "Well, I guess I should say, 'like mother, like daughter'", and she giggled nervously, her eyes never ceasing to dart from groin to groin of the naked boys. Susan said, "Yes, it makes me proud to see that my daughter has things well in hand. But let's back up before we are discovered." The two ladies retreated to the kitchen just as the phone rang. It was Jeffrey calling to let Susan know that his golf game got fouled up by a tournament that nobody knew about, and that he'd be back home shortly. "Ok, sweetheart," said Susan into the phone, "see you soon." She hung up and said to Gail, "Jeffrey will be home soon. His game got cancelled. You definitely need to stick around, Gail, because I think things are going to get interesting when Jeffrey gets home..." The two women sat in the kitchen and chatted, occasionally looking out the window to check up on the kids. The boys remained naked and the girls remained in their swimming suits, as was fitting as far as Susan was concerned. Gail wanted Susan to tell her how the conference went, and she asked a leading question. "So, Susie, did you meet any interesting gentlemen in Atlanta?" Susan smiled, "well, as a matter of fact, there was a young intern named Nicholas. I was watching him during some seminars and I caught up with him in the bar one evening. He was very handsome and sweet, about 25. I bought him some drinks and eventually got him up to my room, and well, it was very nice." "Wow," said Gail, "you had a quickie affair on your trip? Amazing." "Well, honestly, that's really nothing new for me. I've had little dalliances from time to time for as long as Jeffrey and I have been married. But never anything steady or long-lasting, like now with Randy." "Did Jeffrey know?" "No, dear, not directly. I think he may has suspected a time or two but preferred not to bring it up, and I didn't bring it up either. So as far as he is concerned, I've been a faithful wife until recently." Susan sipped her tea and continued, "But now, Jeffrey has become my cuckold. A cuckold is a husband who knows that his wife is having other lovers, and accepts it. That's why cuckolding is so much better than having an affair. In an affair, a woman has to keep secrets or even lie. But when she has a cuckold husband, they can be truthful and honest at all times with each other." "Mmm, so will you tell Jeffrey about your boy Nicholas at the seminar?" "If he asks, yes. If not, I won't bother him. He'll probably notice when he does the laundry, since I have a couple pair of panties that are a bit messy from Nicholas's semen. But Jeffrey knows that I am free to have lovers, that's part of our arrangement." "Sounds like it's pretty one-sided," said Gail. "Actually not at all. It's far better now that we're both getting what we really want and need. I need to be free to enjoy lovers. Jeffrey needs his submissive side to be opened up and celebrated." "I don't understand..." "Well, Jeffrey has always been submissive to me, as you well know. But maybe you don't know that he desires, deep in his heart, to be dominated and a little bit humiliated and embarrassed by women. It makes him excited." "What sort of humiliation and embarrassment?" asked Gail. "We're still exploring it, but so far you know about a lot of the things that have changed around here. Such as, Jeffrey helps me get ready to go out with my lover, and welcomes me home from my dates. I have added the rule that he must remain naked in our home unless I give him express permission to dress. I have forbidden masturbation without my permission, and made it a rule that all of his semen is my sole property - so that were he to ejaculate outside my supervision, it would be punishable." Susan paused for another sip, and grinned as she glanced out the window before continuing. "And of course, punishment includes spanking over my lap. She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 06 "These are all different ways that I dominate him now, but there's so much more along the lines of humiliation and embarrassment. Now I require that he shave all his pubic hair daily and remain smooth and fresh, making him feel more naked and vulnerable than ever. And he is exposed to my friends and guests when they visit, and I share all these things with whichever of my friends I choose to, and that is humiliating and embarrassing for him. Now Tara knows he is my submissive cuckold husband first hand." "Wow, that's quite a change from a year ago..." "Yes," said Susan, "And there's more. As you have seen, Jeffrey's endowment is not large. Just so you know, his erect penis is only 4 ½" long. I have recently begun to use this fact to give him some light humiliation, and it seems to embarrass him very nicely. I like to say that he has a "cute little penis", and that my lovers have "big firm cocks". I always tell him how much better it feels for a woman to have a man with a real stiff cock in her, instead of a half-hard little penis. But I do it in a teasing sensual way, not a demeaning abusive way, because I love my husband and am merely trying to excite him and give him what he needs." "How did you figure out he needed to... be embarrassed and humiliated?" "Well, I guess we have some time before Jeffrey gets home," Susan said, looking thoughtful. "I guess I could tell you a little about my younger step brother..." Susan began to tell Gail about how she first learned that she was a truly dominant female, and how she learned young about submissive males... When I was 19, my mother remarried and I sort of inherited a younger step brother named Timothy. He was of smallish build, sort of like Jeffrey but smaller, with light brown hair and cute blue eyes. I liked him well enough and he seemed to sort of worship me. I didn't realize it at first, but it became apparent after a few months of living in the same house that he was very fixated on me. I supposed it was just puppy love. He would do anything I asked and was always attentive to me, bringing me a drink or cleaning up for me and generally being cute and sweet to me. He was one of those boys who, even though he was 18, was still really changing between a 'boy' and a 'man'. I guess he was a 'late bloomer', since he was small for his age and not really muscular yet. And I knew from my mom that he hadn't yet even had a girlfriend. I was already fairly experienced with boys, having dated a lot in high school, and I was very skilled at giving hand jobs to the boys I dated since I didn't want to get pregnant. I had decided early that I would play with my date's penis, and it was a small price to pay which I learned quickly to enjoy very much. It seemed to placate the boys if I let them feel my boobs as I played with their penises. At only 19, I was proud that I had already made at least 20 different boys spurt for me, while never having a boy touch my panties or even see my naked breasts. Anyway, back to Timothy. He was just turned 18 when the inevitable happened, which I think always happens sooner or later between sisters and younger brothers under the same roof. It was late on a Friday night, everyone was in bed, and I had just let myself into the house quietly so as not to wake anyone. I padded on tiptoes into the living room, and there was Timothy laying back on the sofa. His pajama pants were down around his ankles and he had no shirt on, so he was basically naked. His legs were spread wide apart and his eyes were closed, so he didn't see me. I stifled a gasp. Timothy was playing with his penis. His hand was slowly rubbing up and down on his erect penis, and the first thing I noticed was that his penis was not really as big as the boys I had dated. I knew that penises came in various sizes, but Tim's was maybe less than 4" long. I had seen him have youthful erections in his underwear, swimming suit, pajamas and the like ever since I'd known him - after all boys his age can't really help it. But I hadn't really seen his penis naked until that moment. And even though his genitals were smallish, they were such a pretty pink - almost hairless with just a light dusting of light colored hair. He seemed so boyish, but the head of his penis was turned almost purple in arousal. I was simply taken by how cute he was, lying back and playing with himself. I just stood there for I don't know how long watching him stroke his cute little penis. It was like I couldn't move or look away. He was sitting facing me, with his legs wide, so I had a very clear view of his boyish charms and masturbation techniques. I liked how his testicles would rise and fall in his cute little scrotum with each stroke of his penis. He had something small and pink in his other hand and he would put it against his face every few seconds and I wondered what it was... And then I was surprised by something he murmured. He said my name and a lot of other stuff that answered many questions for me about how he fawned over me all the time. He whispered, "Susie...oh Susie...oh yes, please rub me...yes I'll be a good boy for you... I'll try not to spurt until you tell me... oh it feels so good... please don't stop, I promise to be good... oooh please make me spurt, Susie... ahhhh...." He was fantasizing about me. He was pretending that I was me masturbating his little penis. I was wide-eyed and didn't know what to do. I was afraid to move in case he'd see or hear me, but I thought I shouldn't be there. I needed time to think about this. But then he rubbed faster, and soon he started gasping and whispering, "ooh...I'm sorry...I can't help it... oh Susie..." He started making little spurts of semen that ran down his hand and onto his belly and testicles. He really spurted quite a lot - I was surprised how much semen his little genitals produced, but it didn't really shoot, it just sort of flowed out in little pulses as he desperately whispered apologies to me over and over as he ejaculated. When he had rubbed out the last of his semen, he collapsed exhausted and his semen-covered hand fell to his side. He just lay there in front of me and I had an unencumbered view of him for a while. His genitals were covered in semen, and it fascinated me. I had always liked it when my dates would come - it made me feel in control and powerful. And I loved to watch the boys spurt their semen, it gave me a feeling of accomplishment. But as I looked at all the boy juice all over my little brother's nakedness, all that gooey semen was so interesting to me. I don't know why, but it made me feel all warm inside, like motherly instincts or something. He looked like a lost little boy, who had played with his penis and was 'all better' now... I could see his little penis clearly throbbing a little and dripping a little as it slowly softened. Then the spell was broken when his eyes opened to slits and after a moment he saw me and was startled. He covered his messy groin with his hands and started to stand up. His face was just delightfully blushing pink and he was completely panicked. I guess it was my budding dominant nature that took over, or maternal nature, or something. But suddenly words just blurted out of my mouth. "Timothy," I whispered firmly, "lay back down... uh... like a good boy." His eyes were wide with shock and fear, but slowly he did as I had commanded. Once he had reclined, I said, "Uncover yourself. Put your hands down. Let me see what a mess you've made." He hesitated, and then with a look of fear, embarrassment, resignation, and yet some sort of calm in his eyes, he slowly reclined back on the sofa again, exposed himself to me, and waited. Watching him obey me by making himself so vulnerable sent a thrill up my spine. I guess it was my first taste of that feeling we women get when a naked man does what we say... I came over and sat down next to him. I put my hand in his hair and caressed his head as I looked at his little penis. In spite of the fact that he had just ejaculated, he was getting hard again. I smiled at him, "It's ok," I whispered, "It's only natural for boys to play with their penises. I know boys need to masturbate to relieve the pressure of their semen building up." He seemed to begin to breathe once more and relaxed slightly, though he was still blushing and tried to squeeze his thighs together. I was just filled with exhilaration at talking down to him, and making him blush and squirm as I talked to him about his penis, and made him show it to me. I knew I had to take control of the situation and I just did what came naturally. "Don't put your legs together, Timothy... um... be a good boy and spread your legs for me." He shivered even though it was warm in the room. His eyes closed a moment, and he parted his thighs wide in total surrender. I really liked it. I made him show me what was in his other hand. It was a pink thong I had worn the previous day and I realized he had been smelling my panties while he played with his penis! For a moment, I was angry, but I looked at him and he had this look of embarrassment mixed with longing in his face and I decided there were worse things in a girl's life than having a little step-brother infatuated with her. I calmly started to talk to him. I told him that I had watched him sniff my panties and masturbate for a while, and that I heard him pretend to talk to me in his fantasy. I asked him if I understood correctly that he was fantasizing about me touching his penis and making him spurt. He nodded and blushed anew, unable to meet my eyes. I asked him how long he had been doing thinking of me when he touched his penis, and he said ever since we'd met some time ago. I asked how long he'd been stealing my panties from my laundry hamper and sniffing them. He said ever since he and his dad moved into my mom's house. I asked if his penis felt all better now, or if he would need to ejaculate again. I asked because many of my dates liked to have me make them come twice. He said he usually masturbated twice before going to sleep, and that was his first time that night. I thought about this for a few minutes. I'd always fantasized about having a naked male slave under my authority ever since I read a dirty novel about Cleopatra when I was 14. I imagined I would masturbate my slave and make him do whatever I wanted in return. I'd already experimented on some of my dates and found that the boys were easily manipulated into promises of my choosing while I had their cocks in my hands. It was already a big power rush. But I realized that my little step brother was a gift to my fantasies, and I didn't want to lose this opportunity. I realized from the few phrases he had mumbled, that he was having submissive fantasies about me - which made sense since I was a year and a half older - and while I was quite mature for my age, he was rather immature. I decided to see where my dominant personality and his submissive feelings could meet to our mutual benefit... I took a deep breath and asked if he would like me to play with his penis, and he actually looked in my eyes to see if I was serious. I was, and of course said yes. I made him promise to keep it a secret, and that if I decided to play with his penis and make him spurt again, he'd have to obey me at all times from now on. I don't know why I said the next thing, but I did. I had already used language I'd heard him mutter - submissive language - about him being a good boy, and it seemed quite successful. I kept my voice calm and quiet, like this was completely normal, and I just went for it. I told him he must no longer masturbate alone, but that instead, I would take care of his needs most nights. I also said there would be times when he'd have to go a day or two before I had a chance to take care of him, but that it was best for him not to touch himself, but that he should submit to my supervision of his ejaculations. I made him promise. He promised me. I smiled and took hold of his penis. It fit in my hand nicely, and was already pre-lubed with his previous ejaculation. I really liked how slippery his penis felt in my hand, and the fact that it was his semen made it really exciting. I have to admit that my panties were getting moist as I began to gently move my hand up and down as I talked quietly in his ear. I made him confess all his naughty fantasies to me, and I was even more turned on my what he said. He imagined me as a dominatrix or something. A woman who took charge and 'tortured' his penis by rubbing it but forbidding him to ejaculate before I gave my permission. That's why he'd been begging to spurt and promising to be a good boy in his whispered fantasy. He told me that, in his fantasies, if he did spurt too soon, he would have to submit to a spanking over my lap. His confessions went on and on, but it boiled down to the same thing - that he felt submissive toward me and wanted me to masturbate him and spank him. I liked that idea very much - that he would beg me to touch him, beg me to make him spurt, and that he would be spanked by me if he was naughty. I smiled to myself, determining that he was definitely a very naughty boy... I played the part for him, telling him not to spurt until I gave him permission as I rubbed his little erection and made him gasp and moan and squirm for a long time. I don't know why I started talking like this. I knew boys were sensitive about having a small penis the way girls with 'A' cups were sensitive about being called 'flat'. But in spite of that, I wondered if humiliating my submissive little brother would further excite him. I was right. When I was getting tired of slowly playing with his little penis, rather than telling him to spurt for me, instead I started telling him not to, but mentioning his smallness. I whispered things like, "Don't you spurt yet, Timothy, I'm not through playing with your little penis. Your cute little penis is under my control, and I don't want to see any of your little spurts of semen until I give my permission... Now be a good little boy and obey me. Don't you dare be naughty or I will have to spank your bottom!" He nodded and shivered in arousal at my words. "Yes, Susan," he said desperately, "I'll try to be good for you..." I continued whispering in his ear as I rubbed his penis. I kept saying things like, "Your little penis is so small and cute. I'm going to make you show me your little spurts of semen from your little penis Timothy, and you can't resist me." He was so cute, squirming and moaning so much I kept having to tell him to shush and hold still. After tormenting the poor boy for a good long time, I finally said, "If you spurt too soon, I'll have to spank your bottom for being a naughty quick spurting little boy... You don't want to go over my lap and have your bottom spanked, do you Timothy?" That did it. He started to spurt in my hand. It felt warm and slippery. I kept rubbing him slowly, milking out every last drop as I told him he was a naughty boy for spurting so much so soon. He came in buckets all over himself and my hand. I scolded him with my lips as I continued stroking him gently and lovingly with my hand. He was so messy, spurting more semen the second time than the first. Even when I was satisfied that he had given his last spurt, I kept stroking his penis slowly and softly and he moaned that his head was sensitive and sore. I didn't care, I just kept on rubbing and soon he was stiff again. I knew boys his age had lots of youthful stamina, so I asked him if he could spurt for me again, and he said he'd try. I sped up until I was rubbing his penis fast and hard. This time I coached him to spurt quickly. "Make your little penis spurt again for me, Timothy. Spurt now. Be a good boy and obey me with little spurts!" It only took like 2 minutes and he gave me a few more dribbles as he whimpered in utter submission while his body writhed under my control. It was the greatest sound I had ever heard and I was hooked. I wanted to make him do it again and again. He was going to be my submissive boy toy. I went to the bathroom and brought back a wet washcloth and a towel and took my time cleaning him up. When he was clean and dry, his little penis was soft and maybe an inch long. So tiny. So cute. He was completely spent and exhausted. I sat next to him caressing his face and purring nice things in his ear. "You were a good boy, mostly, Timothy. It's good for you to lie back and relax as I rub your little penis, isn't it dear? Yes, of course it's good for you. But you were just a little bit naughty, because you spurted before I told you to. And we both know what that means don't we, Timmy? Yes, you'll have to have a spanking on your bottom. But not tonight. I'll let you know when it's time for your spanking, ok?" He nodded, and after a few more minutes, I took him by the hand and lead him to his bed naked. I tucked him in and went to my room and to sleep, very happy with myself. Over the course of the next few years while we were both living at home, I continued to date cute boys from school and I continued to safeguard my virtue with the skills of my hands. But I came home to Timmy. I played with his penis almost every day. And I spanked him at least once a week. We had to do things carefully, mostly when our parent were out of the house, but it worked out alright. Whenever we were alone in the house, I insisted that Timmy take off all his clothes and just be naked with me. And if he got an erection, I would make it go away...in the natural way. And of course, that meant he was naughty and would need a spanking. Some weeks his bottom stayed red all the time...he was such a naughty boy. As the years went by and we were both married, I'll tell you a secret. My brother Tim and I have never met at a reunion or a trip or whatever without finding time to renew our little 'fun times' together. In fact, the conference I just attended was only 45 miles from Tim's home, so he came to visit me at my hotel the first night. I met him at the door and gave him a big hug, then I just said, "You know what to do young man." He said, "Yes, Susan," and I watched as he took off all of his clothes. I noticed that all his pubic was shaved, which he had been doing since he got married. I liked that look on him just as I like the way Jeffrey looks shaved. I took Tim's smoothly shaved testicles in my hand and gently squeezed. I said, "Have you been a good boy or a naughty boy?" We had long ago decided that he would be 'naughty' if he had masturbated even once since his last spanking. He confessed, "Naughty," looking down and not meeting my eye. "Well, then, since you've been playing with your little penis, you'll have to have a spanking on your bottom, won't you Timmy?" "Yes, Susan." "First," I said, "Go lie down on the bed and I'll take care of your little penis and you can show me what nice little spurts you can make for me tonight. I'm sure you need to make little spurts for your big sister, don't you?" He nodded. I gave him a long slow hand job as we always do together, all the while I complimented him on how cute and pink his little genitals are, and how nicely his little penis fit in my hand. That sort of talk gets him all excited, just as it did when we were young. He did come a lot for me, which I always appreciate. Then I spanked his bottom, and I love how he has to struggle to be quiet and hold still for me. Then I made him spurt again, before I sent him home to his lovely wife Carol. We usually have done that together once or twice a year ever since I left home. I'm glad he met Carol. She's older than him and seems to be very dominant in their marriage, which is what my little brother needs... She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 06 "So," Susan said to her friend Gail, "I can tell you from experience that a submissive man with a smaller-than-average penis can enjoy being humiliated and embarrassed as long as you do it nicely. Not making fun or degrading him, but telling him that you enjoy his little penis and testicles and you think they are cute. Speaking of him as a little boy works well too." "I see," said Gail, "I never knew anything about your brother. I mean, I knew you had one, but I never suspected that you and he had such a relationship." "Yes, well, I think for many years of raising the girls and building my career, Timmy gave me an outlet for my strongest dominant urges. I was always dominant to Jeffrey, but now that I have taken a lover, it has just flowed naturally that my husband become more submissive and I more dominant. As it turns out, Jeffrey is excited by many of the things that I have excited Timmy with all these years." "Hmmm," said Gail, "I wonder if Bob would react favorably to this sort of thing?" "You never know until you try," said Susan, smiling. The two ladies looked up as the glass door from the pool yard opened and Tara entered with her friend Veronica. "Hi Ronnie," said Susan. "Hi Susan," said the giggly girl. Tara turned to the open doorway, stuck her head out and said, "Come on boys, everybody inside." Soon three blushing young men were shuffling into the house. Obviously embarrassed to be naked, their hands clutching their exposed genitals to cover themselves. Tara said, "It's just my mom and Aunt Gail, quit making a big deal of it, guys. They're grown women who have seen a naked boy before. Now put your hands at your sides and stop embarrassing me." Susan beamed with pride at how her oldest daughter was handling the boys so well. And bringing them into the house naked was a very nice touch indeed. The three boys lowered their hands, and smiled sheepishly, each one saying "hi ladies." Gail and Susan each said "Hello, boys," as they let their eyes wander up and down the young muscular bodies of Tara's friends. The girls all took a moment's pause to let their gazes linger upon the delightful shapes and colors of the boys' genitals. After a suitable moment of viewing pleasure, Susan said, "So Tara, what plans do you and Ronnie have for your fine looking young boys?" "Well," said Tara, "I was wondering when dad would be home, and if you thought we could barbeque some hamburgers or something." "I think that would be a great plan. I expect your dad home soon, dear." "Good, because Ronnie keeps asking when he'll be home," Tara said giggling. Veronica's pretty face blushed bright pink, "Tara!" she gasped. "Well, it's no big deal Ronnie. I'm sure I'd be interested in what your dad looked naked if he dropped a few pounds..." "God, Tara," said Ronnie in exasperation. Ronnie turned to Susan and Gail and said, "I'm sorry for Tara's behavior, she's been off her meds for several days, I think.' The Ladies laughed and were joined by the younger girls as the boys stood in continual embarrassment, wishing they'd be released to put something on. If only they could find their swimming trunks. Just then, the front door opened and Jeffrey walked in. He looked across the room to see three naked boys standing in front of his wife and daughter, and their two friends Gail and Veronica. He was quite puzzled. "Hi," said Jeffrey. He couldn't think of anything witty to say, so he just quipped, "Is there a party I didn't know about?" Tara skipped over and put her arms around him, giving Jeffrey a hug and a peck on the cheek. "Glad you're home, daddy," she said gleefully. "Ronnie and I are having a CFNM party, and we want to barbeque some burgers. Could you cook your super burgers for us? They're the best!" Jeffrey peeled the exuberant girl off of him and smiled, "Of course, honey, I can never refuse you." He looked to Susan, who was smiling and nodding her ascent. Jeffrey happily said to his daughter, "Ok, you'd better check stock and make sure we have all the necessary ingredients - I'd hate to be missing something important and thereby be forced to serve 'less-than-super' burgers..." Tara smiled and said, "It's all out in the fridge by the bar-b, daddy." She turned and smiled at Susan, "Thanks mom!" Then she grabbed Ronnie's hand and led her back outside to the pool, saying over her shoulder, "Come on, boys." The young men smiled and nodded at Susan and Gail before hustling out the door to follow the girls. The seated ladies enjoyed the view of three young male bottoms scurrying out the door and shutting it behind them. Susan turned her attention to Jeffrey. "So honey, I'm glad you're home." She smiled at him, "Honey, I know we have guests, but since Tara is having a CFNM party with her friends, I think it's perfectly appropriate for you to go ahead and undress too. All the other boys are already undressed, and Gail's been over many times to visit us before." Jeffrey blushed, "Yes dear, but what about Ronnie?" "Oh, sweetheart, she's a grown woman of 22. Surely there's no problem, is there dear?" "No, honey," he said, still blushing as he began to take off his clothes and hang them on the hooks in the entry hall that were now used for that purpose every time he entered his house. Once he was down to his underwear, Gail smiled and stifled a giggle, seeing that Jeffrey was wearing lacy pink women's panties. As Jeffrey slipped the panties down to reveal his light pink genitals, completely bare of pubic hair, Susan said, "Oh, yes, that's another new thing we're enjoying. For the last few weeks, Jeffrey has begun to wear pretty panties under his clothes when he goes out. I think he looks marvelous in pink lace, don't you Gail?" "Yes, I think he looked great for the few seconds he was wearing them." As the two ladies giggled, Jeffrey walked toward them, still blushing. Gail liked how he looked without pubic hair, the words cute and fresh and clean came to mind as his genitals jiggled and swayed with his step. Jeffrey kissed his wife and then went into the kitchen to get some utensils for the barbeque. Gail said, "I'm going to call Bob and invite him over, if that's alright with you." Susan nodded and smiled and Gail dug her cell phone out of her purse. Gail said, "I think it will be fun for Bob to join our CFNM party. I can't wait to see how embarrassed he gets to be naked in front of Tara and Ronnie." Soon Jeffrey had gone outside with the utensils and met the three naked boys. Jeffrey couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed to be clean shaven while the boys still had some hair down below, but he shook it off. Ronnie couldn't keep the smile off of her face as she ogled Tara's dad's naked body. He was fit for an old guy and she felt the fact that his genitals were smaller than the other boys was made up for by the fact that he was shaved bare. She'd never seen a shaved man in real life before and she decided that moment that she was definitely a fan and would encourage all her boyfriends to shave. She even chastised the three naked boys for being 'furry' and not 'nicely groomed like Tara's dad.' As the boys and the two young girls hung around the barbeque, Susan was answering the doorbell inside. "Hello, Bob," she said to Gail's husband. "Come on inside." He moved in and gave Susan an air-kiss in polite greeting. "Where's Gail?" he asked. "Oh, she's changing into one of my swimming suits. We're having a pool party and barbeque this afternoon, and it's a CFNM party." "Ah... ok," said Bob, "What's CFNM?" Gail was walking into the room, she said, "It stands for 'Clothed Female - Naked Male', honey." The two women stood still as they were entertained by the looks of confusion, awe, and confusion compete on Bob's face. Gail was dressed in one of Susan's most revealing swimming suits - it was one piece, but had a plunging 'V' neck that went to her navel. Since Susan was a 'C' cup and Gail bigger than that, her large breasts were showing a lot of cleavage both down the 'V' and from the sides of the fabric meant to cover a somewhat smaller chest. The front panel of the suit was cut very high on the thigh and narrow in front. Below Gail's navel, it had gathers to a center line, bringing to a male mind the idea of vulva and labia, then the gusset was tight and clingy, suggesting the shape of Gail's pussy. Bob was awed by how amazing his wife looked in the revealing suit as she spun to show that it was a halter top, backless, and the Tonga cut was high on the hips and only provided coverage to half of his wife's bottom cheeks. She was one hot wench, Bob thought. "So Bob," said Susan, "The point of a CFNM party is for the girls to wear something attractive, and for the boys to wear nothing at all. Since you're one of the boys, you should get undressed and join the others in the pool yard." Gail giggled at his fearful looking face. "Honey, I want you to attend the CFNM party with me. It is a nice party with nice people. There's Tara and her friend Ronnie, plus three of their male friends Rick, Paul, and Tim. And of course Jeffrey's out manning the barbeque in his inimitable style. Susan has to go put on her swimming suit, so why don't you just undress here at the door like Jeffrey, and then we can go out and meet everyone together?" Bob gulped in embarrassment. Susan's daughter and friend were here? And three boys? Oh, no...thought Bob. Gail took his hand as Susan left the room to change. "Bob, please do not embarrass me by giving me a hard time about undressing. All the boys are undressed at a CFNM party, this is that kind of a party, and you're a boy. So get those clothes off, mister." Gail had used her 'spanking voice' on the last sentence and that got Bob's attention. He began to unbutton his shirt. "That's my good boy," said Gail, "I would hate to have to take you into the bedroom and swat your bottom for disobeying me. You don't want to be a disobedient husband and have to have a spanking with the strap, do you?" "No, dear," he said quietly as he unzipped his pants. "Good boy," said Gail as she reached over and patted his bottom. She had made a habit of doing that since she had read that disciplinary wives should use every opportunity, both with verbal hints and little pats, to remind their husbands that a spanking was always just one misstep away... Gail watched her husband peel off his briefs as she imagined how he would look in some pretty pink panties like Jeffrey now wore. She decided that putting her spanked husband into panties might be just the thing for him. Once he was naked, she took him by the hand and led him toward the pool yard. Gail scolded, "Now Robert, I don't want to see you covering your penis with your hands or anything else. That is not appropriate at a CFNM party, and I want you to behave like a good boy for me. I want to be proud that everyone sees how good and obedient my husband is." "Yes, dear," he said. Just then, Bob was reminded by the little twinge of pain that his bottom was still freshly red from the spanking he had received the previous night. Gail had used her hand, two of her wooden paddles, and a rubber paddle-like device called a 'ferrule' on his bottom, turning it from pink, to red, and beyond. He had looked in the morning and there were many red marks on his bottom that could still be clearly seen in the morning. He asked, "Honey, what about the...uh ...red marks on my bottom - everyone will see them..." "That's alright dear. Your bottom looks nice after a spanking. If anyone asks, you just tell them the truth that your wife spanks you. You're not ashamed to be my husband, are you?" "No, dear, I just wanted to know what you thought about it." "Good boy," she smiled, "I think it's just fine and natural that you have some redness on your bottom, it simply means you are well taken care of by your loving wife. Don't you think?" "Yes, dear," he said as they walked up to the Barbeque area, and all heads swiveled toward them. The only person who had seen Bob naked before was Jeffrey. That had happened a few weeks ago when Susan and Gail had decided it would be fun to have both their husbands together for a spanking... Bob and Gail had come to Susan and Jeffrey's house, had a nice dinner, and then the boys had moved dining chairs to the center of the living room. The two wives had sat across from each other as they took their naked husbands across their laps and tried out each and every spanking implement that either woman owned on the upturned bottoms of their 'naughty' boys. The Ladies then swapped husbands, enjoying the variety of having a new bottom to swat to their delight. The boys were both reduced to sobbing, agreeable, begging, masses of male muscle, just as the ladies planned. It was a fun evening. After the boys had had their corner time to calm down from all their whining and sniveling, the Ladies had given them a reward for being such good boys and taking their spankings well. Each boy laid on the sofa or loveseat with his bottom cradled in a Lady's lap, with his exposed genitals in perfect position for the lady to play with. Each boy's penis received a relaxed & lingering masturbation session. The ladies worked together to make the boys both ejaculate at the same time, and they were successful within a second or two. At the end of their special spanking time together, the two couples had hugs all around and Bob and Gail headed for home. Afterwards, in bed, Susan asked Jeffrey, "So, how did you like being spanked by Gail?" "She really spanks hard, honey, just like you. You're both very expert spankers." Susan grinned, "That's probably the only answer that I can't make trouble with, isn't it?" "That was the idea, honey," said Jeffrey with a Grin. "And the hand job?" asked Susan, "How did you like Gail's hands on your penis? It seemed like she made you come pretty hard..." "Well, dear," said Jeffrey, "Since I'm a male, a fence post can make me come if I rub my penis on it. So the fact that I came is no indication of anything. Gail certainly knows what she's doing and stimulated my penis very expertly..." Susan's eyes narrowed, "And...?" "But I love you, not her. She loves Bob, not me. She merely performed a physiological function - causing my penis to ejaculate semen. Whereas, when you touch me, it's like a spiritual experience and I get completely lost in your embrace and love for me - which transcends space and time. A simple kiss from you is worth a thousand hand jobs from Gail, regardless of her obvious excellent skills..." "Well played, sir," said Susan, smirking at her husband's devious words, all designed so that she couldn't take issue with anything he said. "Come here, you..." she said. Susan made passionate love to her husband for a long time, riding atop his penis and grinding her clitoris against his shaft to several orgasmic eruptions. She very much enjoyed her husband's long-lasting stamina due to having been masturbated by her friend just an hour before. It reminded her of the unstoppable erections that young boys can offer a discerning woman... So that is how Jeffrey had seen Bob undressed. Tara, Ronnie, Rick, Paul, and Tim had not seen Bob naked before. The three boys looked him in the eye, smiled and nodded, and went back to shucking the corn on the cob, careful not to give off any bisexual vibes by looking at Bob's body. Bob had dark hair and dark chest hair on skin that was just the olive side of white. It was the paleness of his mother that gave him light enough skin to really show the marks of a good spanking. He was built a little bigger than Jeffrey in size, muscularity, and genital size. He was about average. Tara and Ronnie walked over to shake his hand and give him a good looking over. The two girls smiled as they inspected his genitals, and when Ronnie saw his bottom as he was walking away, she stifled a gasp. "Tara," she whispered, "Bob has red marks on his bottom, does that mean..." "Of course. Gail probably spanked him this morning, or last night. Whatever." "He lets her spank him?" "Uncle Bob is a good husband. A good husband obeys his wife, and takes his spankings like a man." "Does your mom spank your dad?" "Duh. Sometimes. Not nearly as much as Gail spanks Bob, from what I hear, but yes. My daddy is submissive and mom is very dominant. It's only natural that she would spank him from time to time to correct his behavior or to remind him whose boss in our house." "I see. That's not something I expected." Ronnie paused, and then said, "Are any more men coming, or do we only have five naked men to look at all afternoon?" "Five not enough for you?" "Of course it is, I'm just joking. This is amazing..." "Well, if you must know, the answer is... Maybe..." Just then the glass door opened and Susan stepped out into the pool yard as everything stopped dead. All eyes were on her as she slowly walked across the patio. She was absolutely stunning. Susan wore a hot pink string bikini. It was made of small triangles of fabric, and matching pink strings tied in bows at each hip, and at her neck and back. Her feminine body was a smooth flow of creamy soft skin over perfectly formed curves. Since she'd been dating her 'beau', she had kept on a strict diet and exercise program that was clearly working. Her 40-something body rivaled both Tara's and Ronnie's 20+ years younger models. And there was something about her maturity that made her far more sexy than a younger woman. Tara leaned over and proudly whispered to her friend Ronnie, "I hate when she does that...", and she motioned with her chin toward the three seated boys who had stopped shucking corn. The boys' eyes were wide and their hands stopped in mid motion. Their jaws had dropped and they looked dumbstruck. Ronnie stifled a giggle. "Yeah, I hate that too." Not only was Susan's body just delectable, the shocking hot pink swimming suit just screamed of sex. The hot pink triangles of fabric intended to cover and or support a woman's breasts almost did neither. More than half of her breast surface - all creamy soft billowing, jiggling female flesh - was exposed. The thin triangles of fabric covered her perky nipples and little more, leaving curvaceous breast visible above, beside, and beneath each little string-borne 'cup'. The front panel was a dangerously short and narrow strip of unlined pink, clingy fabric, barely able to contain Susan's large and pouting vulva. She was a woman with a noticeable pussy, and boy was it on display. The thin fabric clung to every curve of her full - swollen? - lips, displaying an Olympic cameltoe. In the back, again a narrow swatch of fabric just covered the cleft of her bottom, leaving her cheeks completely bare. The effect was that she looked naked. She was certainly the focus of all male attention, and of course, she loved it. Tara looked at her three boys, and had enough. She said, "Hey! You guys raised in a monastery or something? Jeeze, get over it, and shuck that corn." Jeffrey grinned to himself and got back to tending the barbeque. Gail slapped Bob on the bottom, loud enough that everyone heard it, and she whispered to her blushing husband, "Put your eyes back in your head young man. You don't want to have to go across my lap here and now, do you?" "No, dear," he said, averting his eyes from the gorgeous form Susan had seen fit to tempt and tantalize the boys with. Gail and the other girls all knew exactly what Susan's game was. She wanted to make the boys have erections. It was a fun game that women loved to play. It was so satisfying to entice a male to arousal, and then say to him, "Oh, my, did I do that?" Tara and Ronnie walked over to Rick, Paul, and Tim. Tara eye them each in turn and then whispered, "the first one of you that gets a stiffy from looking at my mother is going to regret it."