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The Anniversary Wish

By: komrad1156



Chapter 1

It was lunchtime before I noticed the date. April 17th. Our third anniversary was just a month away. That realization brought with it a flood of emotions. The first was recalling my long-held belief that I would never get married. I laughed as I thought back on how strongly and how often I'd made that vow to myself. In many respects, I was your typical bachelor who loved playing the field. I was perhaps atypical in that my field consisted almost exclusively of woman who were at least 15 years older than me. Would I turn down an offer of free sex from a younger woman who otherwise pushed all the right buttons? Come on. Didn't I just say I was a typical male? 

I couldn't imagine ever getting deeply involved with anyone my age or younger. Older women held a unique fascination for me and younger women were for the most part just—young. There was no mystery there. They might be smoking hot but good-looking women held little fascination for me. Since my senior year in high school, I'd been able to score with nearly any woman I set my sights on. Sure, I'd had a couple of setbacks along the way and even one that included getting slapped in the face by an attractive married woman whose signals I'd clearly misread. 

I guess I should mention here that I also preferred older married women or "MILFS" which stands for Mothers I'd Love to Fuck, because they were a lot less likely to get too clingy or well...want to marry me. It was surprisingly easy to sleep with them once you found a wife who was either lonely or bored. The lonely ones were the more interesting challenge. A sympathetic ear and convincing them they really were still beautiful usually did the trick. As soon as you earned their trust you were a perfect candidate to serve as a temporary solution to their loneliness. Once in bed with a lonely housewife, this flood of pent up emotion would be released in the form of some intensely passionate sex. The bored housewives were largely just diversions; fun to fuck but no real challenge and therefore a lot less fun to hunt.

Things changed dramatically for me after getting the braces off of my previously VERY messed up teeth. I had what my orthodontist called a "level 3 malocclusion" which was dentist-speak for severely bucked teeth. I also started lifting weights the summer before getting the braces removed and by the time I got them taken off just before Christmas, the way girls (and women) began relating to me changed completely. Prior to that, my best days were the ones where I remained invisible with the worst being the ones where some cute girl would ask me to scratch the back of her throat with my teeth. "Bucky Beaver" had been my nickname since 4th grade and it didn't help that I was also soft and kind of "puffy" to boot. I was also the Pillsbury Dough Boy, Wide Oval (after the tire) and just plain old Fatty, Fatty Two by Four.

Having a great smile and a developing a body that was what any objective observer would reasonably call "ripped" turned all that around almost overnight. It also made me realize how shallow people are and that no matter what anyone said about having a nice personality, looks did matter. (The jury was still out about whether or not size mattered but the verdict was definitely in where external beauty is concerned.) I tried my best not become an ass like those smug bitches who used to torment and then turned around and begged me to ask them out or the jocks they dated who used to do the exaggerated "Bucky Beaver" thing when I walked by. No thanks. 

My preference for older women may have partly been due to the way older women made me feel. They never made fun of me and made me feel good about myself and it's logical that's why I preferred dating my English teacher or a distant cousin who was twice my age or my favorite—a lonely, married Mormon women—to girls my age. And trust me, there were plenty of them in the greater Seattle, Washington area.

The second part of this emotional wave I was feeling was that I was incredibly fortunate/lucky/blessed or whatever word a guy might prefer. After an endless string of affairs with both married and single mature women (and no small number of younger girls) I finally met my match in my future wife, Allison (nee) White. We met when I was in graduate school at the University of Washington in Seattle. I was a computer science and engineering grad student working on a very promising data compression algorithm as my thesis/research project and she was herself (ironically perhaps) a high school English teacher.

Allison was my best friend Bob's sister. She was five years older than him which made her six years older than me—a veritable babe by my standards and because she was one of the few true 10s I'd ever seen, a "babe" in that sense of the word, as well. I suppose it's appropriate to ask the age-old question—does a true 10 even exist? Maybe that was a figment of our imaginations with beauty residing in the eye of the beholder. Just ask ten different guys to rate a really cute girl. The number assigned will range anywhere from 7 to 10. Perhaps what one calls a 10 is just someone that particular individual finds incredibly attractive regardless of what others think. 

Regardless, Allison was as beautiful as any woman I'd even met or even seen on television. I first met her at a party a mutual friend was throwing at his modest apartment in the U-district on a Friday night. Bob brought his sister along specifically to introduce her to me even though I told him I didn't date 'girls.' 

"Dude! She's a LOT older than us. And besides, based on what you've told me about what you like, you're gonna love my sister. She wears the kind of stuff you're into all the time. I mean, she always looks like she's going to work as someone's secretary, you know? I think she's kinda classy but in a frumpy sort of way. And besides, she's my sister so I can't look at her that way. She's got that whole skirt and sweater thing that turns you on down pat. I'd never paid attention to that kind of thing until you brought it up and then I thought you were crazy because who finds a secretary in a frumpy sweater all that hot?" I didn't bother explaining yet again that it wasn't "sweaters" per se, but form-fitting knit tops that showed off a woman's curves in the best way possible. (Rib knitting was an added bonus, imho.)

Bob was a great guy and whip smart in the lab but about as socially awkward as they come. He was brilliant when it came to computer technology but horribly backward where the fairer sex was involved. I found it impossible not to like him and no small part of that was undoubtedly due to an unspoken bond we shared I was sure he was unaware of. To him, I was the guy every girl wanted to date, and he was the guy who could only dream about dating those girls. He had no idea how much alike we'd been just a few short years ago until I turned 18. As far as my "sweater fetish" I had to give him a little jazz in return. "I only brought it up because you mentioned how much you like halter tops, tube tops, and pretty much anything that exposes the midriff—dude!"

Like I once was, he was easily embarrassed and I noticed he blushed slightly. "Sorry, man. I didn't mean to..." 

Bob cut me off. "No, it's cool. It's just that every time I even think about that stuff I gotta go jerk off somewhere. Jesus, that shit turns me on!"

I laughed then told him, "Well, at least your 'thing' makes sense. It seems like most guys would find halter tops and big tits a real turn on. Even so, the trouble for you is that summer lasts maybe two months around here so the rest of the year you're left to um, wishful thinking. As to my thing, I'm with you. Who in the hell likes sweaters that much? Other than me, of course." We both laughed. Back to his "frumpy" comment, baggy sweaters and the things grandma would wear didn't "do it" for but put a girl in a nice knit top that shows off her curves and I immediately became a horn dog on the prowl. Well, assuming the woman wearing it was cute enough to attract my attention. In my case, I was very fortunate indeed as girls and women wore the stuff I like about nine months out of the year thanks to the average high temperatures of around 45-55 degrees. Poor Bob and lucky me, right?

Allison was all that more. The 'more' part can wait. The 'all that' part is what initially caught my attention. I saw her come in the door alone and I stopped talking in mid-sentence to a guy in one of my graduate seminars and just stared. This girl was absolutely stunningly gorgeous! Long, soft, silky blonde hair (I prefer brunettes 10 to 1 but in her case...wow!), perfect size-C tits, a tight, slender waist, nice round (but not fat at all) hips, and legs to die for. That was what made her a 9 in my mind. The promotion to perfect 10 came when I saw what she was wearing. She became even hotter to me later on when I learned how much we had in common which is where we get to the 'more' part. That evening, she had on a long-sleeved, powder blue, ribbed-knit sweater with a scooped neckline, a reasonably short black skirt, black heels, and she was wearing a gold necklace and matching earrings. I couldn't have designed a more perfect look for a woman in the lab (except for the hair color and in her case being blonde worked) had I tried. 

I'd already checked out every woman in the room and out of the maybe 15 female students and five faculty members before Allison got there and I saw only two that caught my attention. There was no one above a seven within visual range except for Mrs. Janine Carter, who was a graduate advisor, and the only black woman I'd ever fucked. She was now almost 50 and when we'd hooked up three years ago, I was shocked to learn she was 47, an age she proudly announced during our earliest flirtations. When I expressed my disbelief she smiled and said in a stereotypically black accent, "Black don't crack, baby!" I laughed because this highly-educated woman was able to come up with a funny sound bite on the spot that could fit on a bumper sticker and also because her subject-verb agreement was nothing short of perfect. She was definitely a very attractive woman. I still thought she looked like a knock-off version of Halle Berry and I was all too happy to knock her off. And judging by the two follow-up liaisons and hard fuckings she requested, I had to believe she was as satisfied with me as I was with her. I noticed her husband was in the room tonight, so we did what we always did when he was around and simply avoided eye contact let alone conversation. He'd gotten very suspicious and came awfully close to catching us en flagrante delicto the last time we screwed around which was, foolishly, at her home. She was sure her husband wouldn't be back until after midnight so when the front door opened at 10pm I was slamming the shit out of his gorgeous wife. We both heard the sound and just like in the movies I ended up grabbing my stuff and exiting through the bedroom window. Thankfully, he had little interest in his wife sexually speaking so he avoided their bedroom until he was ready to go to sleep sometime around 2am each day. He was truly a clueless academic who valued tenure and the praise of his peers over everything else.

I looked away from Janine's direction and refocused my attention on Allison. As this creature of beauty got closer to me I noticed her eyes were this beautiful deep blue you read about in novels but never actually see. Someone said hello to her and when she responded, she flashed an amazingly perfect smile at them which was framed by soft, full lips. My God! This woman was utterly and completely freaking gorgeous and all I could think was, "If this isn't Allison, I don't give a shit. I'm taking THIS girl home with me today or I'm gonna go down in flames trying."

It was then I saw Bob come in a few steps behind her. He was clutching a bottle of seven-dollar wine no one would touch until everyone was so shit-faced they didn't care anymore. He looked around until he finally saw me. His face lit up and he called out loudly, "Yo, Dude! How's it goin'?" He walked up to me and indicated he wanted to fist bump—that was his thing because shaking hands was very unsanitary—and I obliged by touching knuckles with him.

"How you doin' today, Romeo?" I kidded.

"I'm okay but check it out. I brought my big sister just like I promised. Did you see her?"

I played it very cool and just said, "I think so. Is that her over there in the blue top?"

Bob didn't answer. He hollered out (and I mean HOLLERED), "Hey, Allie! Get your ass over here and meet my friend!"

Allison didn't even wince so that told me she must be used to her brother's social faux pas. I forced myself not to look below eye level as she made her way between the pockets of nerds who were talking animatedly about the latest new tech device or sci-fi movie being released. Even so, I was very aware of how those gorgeous sweater puppets were bouncing around as she bobbed and weaved between the groups of chatting people.

"Allie! Hey. This is my friend, Cal. You know. The guy I was telling you about. Cal, this is my sister, Allie."

"It's Allison to you, but hello and it's nice to meet you," she said sticking out her hand. I noticed her perfectly manicured nails and the fact that they were unpainted just like her lips. That was another plus as I was not a big fan of lipstick beyond a shiny, clear gloss.

"Hello, 'Allison to you'," I said with a smile. "That's a very interesting name. Did you parents not like you?"

"You were right, Bobbie. He is cute. But you didn't tell me he was also a fellow smart ass." Allison's smile went directly from my brain to my crotch causing a familiar stirring between my legs.

"He's smart all right. He's working on this new data compression..."

"Algorithm. Yes, I know. I believe you've mentioned it at no less than a dozen times in the last two days." 

Bob had his butt-hurt look on. "Great. Embarrass me in front of my friends. One of you is an ass, that's for sure, Allie. And in my book, it isn't Cal." Bob turned to me and said, "Sorry, man. She's always like that. You can pick your friends but you can't pick your relatives, right?"

I laughed and clapped Bob on the shoulder. "No you can't."

Allison smiled again and said, "Actually, Bobbie, it goes like this. You can pick your friends but you can't pick your friends' noses."

Okay, that made me laugh! It was as old as the hills and tailor made for junior high school, but coming from this beautiful young woman who did like someone's secretary, it was just plain funny.

"Bob? Did I ever mention I like smart asses?" I said without taking my eyes off of Allison.

Before he could respond Allison said, "But only if they're wearing a form-fitting, rib-knit sweater, right?" 

I managed to fight off the urge to blush which had plagued me since my days as "Bucky" and for the most part I kept my composure. I'd pretty much gotten it under control but occasionally someone this attractive could still push that button.

Bob threw up his hands in disgust. "I TOLD you not to mention that! Why do you have to be such a...bitch all the time, Allie? There is seriously something wrong with you!"

"It's okay, Bob," I said while still looking at Allison. "That just means I don't have to explain what I like later on to your smart-ass sister."

Clearly, Allison was enjoying this kind of banter. Regardless of the expression on the rest of her face, her eyes said it all. There was no need to say anything about it. I could tell she was in her element. It seemed likely that very few guys were confident enough to take her on and it likely pleased when one did. "Oh, just so you know, Cal. I didn't wear this for you. This is how I dress because it's what I like to wear. Besides, I wouldn't dress up like some kind of show doll for any guy," she said. 

Her intention was to establish her independence and possibly even dominance but I read something deeper behind it so I parried with a very strong reply of my own when I said, "It should be obvious—even to a smart...ass...blonde by now, at least, that I'm not just 'any guy.'"

Allison gave me a cold, clinical stare then shot back, "What makes you think I'd be interested in a college boy like you anyway? And for that matter, how do you know I don't have a boyfriend?"

I decided to play along. "Well, you see, if I really was just 'some other guy' I wouldn't be able to see right through that tough but transparently phony external barrier you're vainly trying to project. It's obvious you're as interested in me as I am in you and I'm very interested."

"Wowww! A cocky smart ass, to boot! Gee, Bobbie, you really know how to pick 'em," she said as she flipped her head to one side then spun on her heel and walked away.

"Sorry, Dude. She's always like that. I don't know why. It's just Allie being Allie."

"That's okay, my friend," I told him. "I think you may have just introduced me to my future wife."

Bob said something in reply but I didn't hear a word of it as I was already moving toward the side of the room where Allison was now standing. She'd immediately struck up a conversation with some of the women in our department. As I made my way across the room, I noticed that one of them was Janine Carter. "Fuck!" I said out loud. Oh, well. Too bad. I was goin' in anyway.

As I sidled my way in next to her, I heard Janine's sexy voice say, "Oh, yes. I do know him. He's a very bright young man and he's standing right next to you." She nodded my way which caused Allison to turn her head only to see my face once again looking into hers. 

"Hello again, Allison to me," I said smiling as widely as I could manage.

Allison immediately turned away and said to Janine, "Ughhh! I thought you said he was bright. This guy..." She used her thumb to point at me. "This guy not only isn't bright he's too stupid to buy a clue let alone take a hint."

"My my!" Janine said. "Looks like someone's natural charms have lost their power. How are you tonight, Cal?" she asked.

"I'm doing very well, Dr. Carter, thank you for asking and for being so polite. That quality seems to be lost on someone who has an incredibly high and overly inflated opinion of herself."

Allison snorted. "Hello, Pot. Have you met Mr. Kettle over here? He's black, too." No sooner had Allison finished her retort when the insensitivity of her remark hit her foursquare. "Oh...my...God! I am SO sorry! That was so inappropriate! Please, please forgive me!"

Janine was laughing. God, she was beautiful. "I'm not a sensitive woman, Allison. No offense taken. That's actually one of my favorite sayings for people who can't see the hypocrisy apparent to everyone else."

"You see!" Allison said smugly. "Dr. Carter knows a hypocrite when she sees one. Looks like I'm not the only good judge of character here tonight."

I raised an eyebrow and looked to Janine for a little help. "Actually, I wasn't referring to Cal, Allison. In fact, he's one of the most charming...and dare I say attractive...young men I know. There's no small number of girls...and women...who'd love the opportunity to date someone as pleasant and considerate as him." I smiled at and whispered "thank you!" which brought a wink in return.

Allison threw her head back and said, "I'm sorry, Dr. Carter. I may have been premature to judge so quickly." She stepped back, turned sideways, then said over her shoulder, "I thought you were a much smarter and more sophisticated woman of good taste. I can't remember the last time I was this wrong." Once again, Allison turned on a dime and headed back toward her little brother.

Janine and I laughed before she said, "I think you've gotten under her skin. Are you interested in her?"

I looked around to make sure the male Dr. Carter wasn't looking. The coast was clear. "Guilty as charged, your honor," I said. "I've missed you, Janine."


The Anniversary Wish



No sooner had I said that than her husband noticed us together and made his way across the room in several large strides. "Well, look who's hanging around my wife again. Do you have a death wish or something, young man?" he growled.

"Um, no, sir," I said meekly. "I was just..."

"Curtis. Mind your manners. Cal was over here talking to Bob's sister, Allison. I know you've noticed her. Blonde, big tits. You know. The kind of student you're always showing all that extra attention to." She nodded in Allison's direction. 

He was clearly flustered. "Now, Janine. You know that's just not true. I treat all my students equally well." 

Janine cut him off at the waist. "Right. But if they're blonde and pretty you treat them more equally well, don't you George Orwell, Jr?" Now it was her turn to storm off and that gave me the opportunity to excuse myself. 

"Nice seeing you again, Dr. Carter", I said as I made me move. He scowled at me and made some kind of grunting noise which I took as a dismissal. "Good riddance," I thought to myself as I searched the room again for my sweater-clad beauty.

I saw her move toward the refreshment table so I quickened my pace. She was reaching for a glass of wine just as I pulled up next to her so I reached in, grabbed it and said, "Here. Let me get that for you." 

Allison just stood there for a moment then said, "You're like a fungus that just won't go away. Are you really this hard headed or do you just like being shot down over and over and over again?"

I smiled and said, "I prefer to see the trait you're describing in me as dogged determination. From an evolutionary standpoint a woman should find that very appealing in a future mate."

Allison's eyes opened widely as she exclaimed, "You really ARE delusional! You think you're a potential future mate? You must be on something or maybe you're just insane! I'm going to ask around and see if anyone here is a psychiatrist!"

I sat the glass down and stepped closer to her. She didn't back up but did say rather loudly, "What in the HELL do you think you're doing?" Allison was literally glowering at me and the apples of her cheeks were tainted with a growing hue of crimson.

I moved even closer and put my hands around the back of her upper arms and said in my best Bogart voice, "I'm going to kiss you now and you're going to take it and you're gonna like it."

Allison tried to pull away as she said with a hiss, "I've seen The Maltese Falcon you pompous ass and YOU are no Humphrey Bo..."

I held onto her firmly. She never finished her thought. I leaned down and kissed her square on the lips. Her eyes opened wide again in mock astonishment but I closed mine and kept my lips pressed to hers. After a brief moment of a whole lot of cold nothing, I felt her kiss me back.

I broke away and her lips lingered near mine. "You're an asshole," she said quietly. "But you may just be the cutest asshole I've ever seen. If you'll kiss me again, I'll let you know if you stand a chance with that whole future mate thing." I put my arms around her and kissed again. This time her tongue slid gently into my mouth and I could hear a soft moan over the noise of the crowd.

Six months later we were married in the University Chapel with Bob serving as my best man.

Chapter 2

A week later, I'd made no progress on what to do for our third anniversary and the thought brought up yet another set of emotions. The seven-year itch had arrived four years early. I hadn't cheated on Allie, but temptation was getting the best of me. I found myself looking at every older, attractive woman I saw and it was getting so bad that Allison started complaining.

Just the week before, we were walking around a lake in a beautiful suburb and there were people all around us. I must have been gawking more than usual although I generally made an effort to conceal it. Evidently, I wasn't doing a very good job of that because Allie stopped and said, "Listen. I don't mind you looking at your MILFs or whatever you call them, but could you at least not do it when I'm standing right next to you? How would you feel if I was doing the same thing with older, good-looking guys?" she demanded.

"First of all, that would never happen," I replied confidently. "Second is the fact that I wouldn't be jealous. Unlike you, I am very self-confident and wouldn't be threatened by my wife sneaking a peak here and there."

Allison was getting upset. "How do you know that would never happen? I'm quite the catch, too, and I'm sure a LOT of men would want themselves some of this, you pompous ass!" 

I stopped and turned to face her. I debated saying this then and there or holding it back for a more intimate time and chose the former. "I didn't say you'd never look. I said you'd never look at older, attractive men. You see. I know you and I know exactly what interests you. And although I'm not jealous, you are a younger version of my own high school English teacher except that she wasn't initially looking at me—or any of the other cute boys in her classes—the way you do at yours, my love." Allie's eyes lit up with indignation but I held up hand and said, "Let me finish. Let's be honest, here. Have you EVER dated a man your own age or older? No, you haven't. In fact, am I not THE oldest guy you ever dated?"

Allison was incensed. "How DARE you! I have never done anything inappropriate with any student!"

I remained calm and kept my voice low. "But you'd like to."

My hand went up instinctively and just managed to deflect the wicked blow directed at the side of my face. "You PRICK! You are such a bastard! How dare you project your shit on me like that! Fuck you, you asshole!" Allison stormed away. I knew I'd touched a nerve, but it was one I'd wanted to touch for some time now and if I was ever going to move ahead with my new plan, one that had to be touched.

I sighed as I asked myself for the hundredth time, "Dude. How could you do this to yourself? How could you ever agree to settle down FOR LIFE with just one woman? What in the hell were you thinking!?"

I gave Allie about an hour to calm down before I caught up to her. When I did, all she said was, "Take me home."

I didn't say another word to her the rest of the day. When she got ready for bed she didn't even bother saying good night. I decided it this was the perfect time to move ahead with my plan and doing that meant I'd have to break her will; no small task for a woman as self-confident and stubborn as Allison. You see, because Allison is so damn good looking, she's been used to getting her way with every man for as long as she can remember. She hates it when I won't let her do that with me and there have been several times where I've almost had to force myself on her to prove to her that it was she and not me who was being an ass. I was going to do the same thing tonight and make her confront her most deeply held secret no matter how it turned out.

When I climbed in bed right behind her she turned her back to me and said coldly, "Don't you dare so much as touch me!"

I ignored her and slid over next to her. She in turn moved to the edge of the bed. I moved with her and put my left arm around her and cupped her left breast while at the same time flexed my stomach. The elbow came harder than it ever had before. This time, it almost hurt. But I'd never stopped working out since high school and my abs were not only braced but still rock hard. Knowing the first blow had no effect, she wound up to hit me again but this time I grabbed her tiny wrist and pulled her arm in tight to her body. She couldn't move either arm so she started thrashing with her legs. "Let go of me you fucking bastard!" she screamed. It was a good thing our neighbors were out of town. They might have called the cops. The only screaming they'd ever heard before was Allie yelling, "Yes! Yes! Fuck me harder!"

I wrapped my left leg around both of hers and held her tight. I was getting hard just thinking about what might come next as I pressed my naked body next to hers. "Get that thing away from me you asshole! You can forget about sex tonight or any night after this! You are such a fucking PIG! You disgust me!" Allie was thrashing and squirming like never before. "Get your fucking hands OFF of me right goddamned NOW!" She should know better than to curse like that as it turned me on like nothing else.

I held her even tighter and whispered in her left ear, "Ummm. I love it when you talk dirty to me." Allie fought hard to break free but it was useless and she knew it. Still, she struggled. "Do it some more for me, okay, honey?" I teased. Allison's body was quivering and straining as hard as it could to break free, but I could have easily held her in place with just one arm let alone using a leg.

"You want me to talk dirty? Okay, fine! You fucking make me SICK, you fucking cocksucker! When I get loose, I'm going to cut off your fucking balls, your dick, and shove them down your goddamned throat you fucking asshole!"

My erection was now complete and I began running it up and down the crack of Allie's ass. "Stop it, you son of a bitch!" she screamed. I didn't.

Instead, I used my right arm which was underneath her body to reach up and grab her left wrist in order to free my left hand which had been holding it. I started nuzzling her neck and kissing her ear. She loved it when I put my tongue inside it and when I did, she tried hitting me with her head. I kept teasing her and mocked her efforts. "Now, now, precious. That's very mean. Doesn't this feel good?" I kept kissing and as I did I starting cupping her breast and rolling her nipple.

"Let GO of me you fucking animal! I am NOT having sex with you. GET OUT OF MY FUCKING BED!" she hollered.

"But it's my bed, too, sweetheart," I said egging her on. I knew how much she hated that but the angrier I got her, the greater the break in her will would be. I slid my hand down her tummy and began pressing on the top of her mound with the heel of my hand. I heard the briefest little gasp before the swearing began again in earnest. I just kept massaging and then fingering. The swearing stopped but the struggling continued.

Then I slipped my middle finger into her pussy and began gently circling around her swollen clit. I knew it! She was already wet! "Someone is very excited, isn't she? Someone who says she doesn't want sex is dying to be fucked, isn't she?" I said as I tongued her ear.

"Fuck you!" she said weakly. Then her body began to relax. Not all at once but the fight was definitely going out of her.

I pushed harder with my cock and slid my finger deeper inside of her. Allison was quiet now and breathing deeply. "I love you, sweetheart," I said as I slid my cock between her legs. She didn't respond. She was still trying to maintain her dignity but this was hopeless. Allie needed sex and anytime it went this far it was game over. I slipped another finger inside her pussy and alternated using more and less pressure as I massaged her clit.

"Mmmmm," I heard her murmur.

"That's what you want, isn't it, sweetie?" I said. Still no response.

I lifted her left leg with my left foot and she raised it willingly allowing me access to her Vault. I pushed my cock between her legs and ran it back and forth over the top of her vagina and used my hand to push down on it to make sure it hit her clit nice and firm. Allie gasped. "I guess this is what you really want from me, isn't it, baby?" I said to her.

Allison's breathing was growing deeper and more rapid. I felt her grab her own breast with her free hand. "Yessss," she said in a deep moan. "Yessss. Please fuck me."

I kept sliding my cock over her pussy and tonguing her ear. "Tell me what you're thinking about first, Allie," I said quietly. "And be honest."

"No," Allison protested. "I...I...I can't."

I pressed down harder. "You want that deep inside you don't you, honey?" I teased. "A cock. Big and hard. Deep inside your wet pussy. That is what you're fantasizing about it, isn't it, sweet girl?"

"Yes," she said. She was now gasping for air. "Please give it to me. Please don't keep me waiting. You won. Okay? So play fair now and just fuck me. Please!"

"Not yet, sweetheart," I told her. "Not until you admit it."

Allison was getting desperate. We hadn't had sex in four days to try and prove her point about my MILF gazing. Two was the longest she could normally hold out. She was dying to be fucked.

"I already...admitted it. You won. I...want your...cock. Please fuck me with it. Don't gloat, okay? You know I can't resist you when you do this to me. I surrender."

"Then say it," I said as I slipped the head of my cock inside her then pulled it out. She tried to chase it with her body to force it back inside but I wouldn't allow it.

"I want your cock," she moaned. "Please! Give it to me, you ass!"

"Now, now. No more of that. I'll reward you as soon as you're honest with me. First you have to tell me what I want to hear and what you know you're dying to say, Allie. So go ahead. Say it to me. It's okay."

"Say what?" Allison said pretending she had no idea what I meant. She tried reaching behind her to grab my cock and stick it back inside her.

"Uh, uh. No cock until you tell me."

"Tell you what, Cal? What is it you want me to say?"

"The truth, sweetheart." I slipped my cock back in and let her have about half of it. 

Allie moaned then called out, "Fuck, yeah! Oh, Jesus Christ! Yes! More...now...please!"

"Say it. Tell me whose cock you really want in your pussy. If you say it, I'll let you have all of it." Then I whispered very quietly, "If you'll tell me his name, I'll set it up so you can have his cock on our anniversary."

Allie was literally shaking. "I can't say...that. Not...that. Please don't make me."

I let her have it once all the way to the hilt and held it there while I massaged her clit.

"Jesus fucking Christ! Oh my GOD, that feels so fucking good!"

I withdrew. "Say it for me, honey. Be honest. Say it for yourself. You know that's what you want. So just tell me his name and then I'll fuck hard just the way you like."

Allie was nearly hyperventilating. "Say the name of the cute young high school boy whose cock you want in you and you can have mine—and his—on May 17th."

Allie was desperate, groping for my cock, playing with her own pussy trying to cum without telling me what I wanted to hear. I grabbed her arm again and said, "No cumming until I have his name."

Allie began to cry softly. "It's okay. I love you. I'll let you fuck him. I want to watch and have you suck my cock while you get fucked by him. Just tell me who he is, sweetie."

Allie sobbed then said, "J...Ja...Jason. I want Jason Bradford...to fuck me. Please don't hate me, Cal."

I slid my cock back inside her and began hammering her pussy hard. "I don't hate you, honey. I just wanted you to be honest with yourself. You're the one who knows she needs a young boy to fuck her and I understand, sweetheart. Pretend I'm Jason fucking you, okay?" I said.

I kept pounding her. "Think about him. Imagine his cock inside you with me kissing you and approving. Do you like that?" I said as I gasped for breath.

"Yes!" Allie said. "I...love that. I want that...so...much."

"Say his name for me, Allison. Say it!"

"Jason. Fuck me, please...Jason."

Allie began to shudder as hard as I ever felt before. I kept pounding her and then willed myself to release my huge, built-up load into her soaking wet pussy.

"Yes! Yes! Fuck me, Jason! Oh, God I want your fucking goddamned cock in my fucking pussy!"

I collapsed behind her and both of us lay there trying to catch our breath.

I wrapped my arms around her and held her. I felt Allie jerk and knew she was crying again. "What's wrong, honey? Why the tears?"

"Because now you know and you'll use against me. And...and, you'll hate me. You forced me to say what I didn't ever want to say and now you know. And you won't want me anymore and you'll..."

"Shhhh," I said. "Don't be silly, Allie. I love you so much. That was very brave of you," I told her as I stroked her hair. "It's okay."

We both lay very still for a moment before I pulled her close and said quietly to her. "I meant what I said, sweetheart. I want to want to watch Jason fuck you. That's going to be my anniversary present to you this year."

Allie took my hand in hers and her voice stopped quivering. "Do you really mean that? You want another man to fuck me?" she asked.

"No. Not another man. Another boy. I've known for some time now that's what you fantasize about. I just didn't know who it was specifically. I know you like hard, young boys. So two things. First of all, he may be 18 but he's not a man. He's a boy." I heard Allie purr with delight. "A very handsome, very young...boy." Allie pushed her soft, round ass into my cock which was growing hard again. "The second thing is it isn't just what I want. It's what you want. Your secret is out now and it's safe with me. And it's okay. You can have Jason's thick, hard, young cock inside you."

Allie rolled over on top of me, threw her hair back and said, "I have to ask you again. Are you serious or is this just your latest new game of turning me on?"

I decided to answer her question with a question. "So this does turn you on?"

"Cal!" she pouted. "This is very embarrassing for me. And potentially very dangerous. If you're just using this to get me in the mood, then tell me, okay? If it's just a game, that's fine. I'm enjoying it. Just don't let me think it's more than that if it's just a sex game. Is it?" Allie started kissing me but I stopped her.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, Allie. You know what you like so why should that be embarrassing?"

"Because! I mean, we're talking about me actually having sex with one of my students. That could backfire on us—on ME—in a big way. I need to know if this is sex talk, a fantasy, or if it's something you really want. So which is it?" More kissing. More ignoring.

"The more important question is whether or not this is something that you want. Do you? Do you fantasize about being fucked by boys in your class?"

Allie paused for a moment then quietly said, "Yes." She lowered her head and said even more quietly, "All the time."

"Then all that remains to be asked is this. Do you want me to set this up so you can actually BE fucked by one of them?"

Allie closed her eyes and sighed. "Yes." She paused then quickly added, "But only if you're really, truly okay with that. Are you? Please don't play with me right now. Tell me the truth. Are you really, really okay with watching we have sex with an 18-year old guy?"

"Boy," I corrected her. "You like boys, not men. Right?"

"Yes," Allie whispered.

"Then I'll start working on setting up a date so that I can watch you get fucked on our anniversary."

Allie put her hands over her face. "Oh, my God. I'm so embarrassed about this! But yes, he's definitely the cutest guy I've ever had in any of my classes. And he's so nice."

"Okay. Then I'll start working on this but don't ask me any questions about how it's going with him, okay? None. Just let me take care of the how part, okay?"

Allie moaned softly. "Mmmmm. Okay. I can't believe you're doing this for me, honey. My God, I love you SO much!" Allie hesitated then reached for my cock which was already growing hard again. "I want to be fucked again...Jason. Is it okay still to say his name?" Allie asked shyly.

I let her slide down onto my waiting shaft and allowed her to be in control which was something I rarely permitted. "It is. And please fantasize about him while we fuck. Allie lifted up then slid all the way down my hard shaft. "Mmmm. The teacher likes being in charge, doesn't she?" I teased.

Allie came back to life as she bounced up and down on my cock. "Be quiet, Jason, and do as your told. Your teacher wants to be fucked so shut the fuck up and just fuck her!" Allie came again in less than a minute and collapsed on top of me.




The Anniversary Wish



"Thank you, honey. I love you so much."

"And I love you, Allie." 

So far, so good.

Chapter 3

The next morning I was sipping a cup of coffee after my morning workout when Allie sat down beside me. She put her arm inside mine then rested her head on my shoulder.

"Was last night a dream or did that really happen?" she said as she caressed my arm with her other hand.

"It was very real, Allie. Did you think I was lying?"

"No. Not lying. Just maybe..."

"Setting you up?" I said finishing her sentence. "Why would I do that?"

"Because...well...because I've been such a bitch lately about you looking at attractive, older women. I thought maybe this was your way of proving to me I'm the actual hypocrite here. That's why."

"I can assure you that isn't the case, honey. We've been married for three years now and I knew from the time we said 'I do' that you liked guys who are very young. I'm almost 26 now which is pretty much ancient by your standards," I teased.

"Don't be mean! You're very handsome. I love you very much but it's just that I can't get over how I feel about high school guys. Sorry. Boys," she said correcting herself. "There's just something about their innocence that turns me on so much, you know?" 

I assured her she didn't have to explain herself and that I understood. She continued speaking. "But I wasn't kidding about the trouble I could get into if we got caught or find out. He's 18 so I wouldn't go to jail or anything, but I would be terminated and I'd never get another job teaching anywhere."

"I have another idea," I told her. "I know Jason is the boy you want, but this would be a safer alternative. I just happen to know someone who is a junior in high school who just happened to have turned 18 last week. He's very good looking and I have a very good rapport with him."

Allie lifted her head up. "Are you talking about the cute intern in your department?"

"I am. He's kind of shy but the girls tell me he's very cute."

"Oh, my God! He is VERY cute! His name is Caleb, right?"

"I see you remembered," I teased again.

"Hon-ney! Don't tease. This is embarrassing enough."

"Why is it embarrassing?" I asked as I turned to face her.

"Well, we're married and yet we're sitting here talking about setting me up on a date with a high school boy for Christ's sake and my own husband is the matchmaker. Don't you think that's just a little bit--odd?"

"Odd? Maybe. But as long as both of us are okay with this and assuming Caleb is willing, it'll just be three consenting adults having a good time together."

Allie put her head back on my shoulder and purred quietly. "Mmmmm. Having a good time is putting it mildly. My husband is going to willingly help fulfill my deepest, darkest fantasy. That's more than a good time. That's heaven on earth."

"Are you sure you'll be okay with someone who isn't Jason?" I asked.

Allie's hand slid over onto my crotch as she slid it inside my boxers to find my flaccid cock. "Not only will that be fine with me, I'd like to show you just how okay it is." She raised my stiffening shaft through the hole, brushed her long, blonde hair behind her right ear and lowered her mouth onto my cock. "Mmmmm. That tastes so good...Caleb. Do you like that?"

I let Allie do all the work as I allowed my mind to drift off to a fantasy of its own. I closed my eyes and imagined a beautiful, older, married woman I'd been lusting after for months now was the one getting ready to swallow my load. This woman had mildly flirted with me on several occasions and once I even flirted back just to sort of test the waters and based on her reaction, the waters looked clear and deep.

If I played my cards right, it was quite possible Allie would feel so indebted to me she'd offer to do anything to show me how grateful she was. I settled on that thought as I released another huge stream of cum into Allie's warm mouth. "Be a good girl and swallow all of Caleb's cum for me, honey," I said as I held her head in place to make sure all of it went down her throat. Allie was all too willing to comply as she hungrily swallowed every drop.

I saw Caleb pretty much every week and he and I had talked briefly a couple of times. He was a really bright kid who was what my department chair called a fence sitter. When I asked him why he said, "Because he's incredibly talented but he's also easily distracted. If he can find a way to stay focused on math and science, he's got the potential to be as good as you one day, Cal. If not, there's no telling where he might end up. He looks like a surfer dude but we don't exactly have beaches here in Puget Sound. Try and keep an eye on him if you can. Not that he isn't trustworthy. He just needs a little guidance and mentoring." 

I hadn't taken his words to heart then but I most definitely would do so starting today. "Caleb! Morning. How are things?"

"Oh, good morning, Cal. Good, I guess. Been kinda busy lately, you know."

"Busy with school, busy with a job, or just you know, getting' busy with the ladies?" I said in my best voice from The Ladies Man. Caleb had blond hair and fair skin so when he blushed it looked like a volcano getting ready to erupt. Sometimes it was a bright shade of red and others it was this deep purple that made you wonder if he was about to stroke out.

"Sorry, buddy. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I'm sure you have a girlfriend and what you guys do is none of my business."

Caleb was looking down to avoid eye contact. He shrugged and said, "No. Not really."

"Not really? Does that mean you like someone or does it mean you have a girlfriend and you'd like to do um—more?"

The red that had drained from his face came back with a vengeance and I was sympathetic to his plight. "Okay. Enough of that. I'm obviously making you uncomfortable and that wasn't my intent. I was just trying to get to know you a little better. You're a really nice guy but you're so quiet I sometimes forget you're here. Looking back, I wish someone would've taken an interest in me when I was interning," I told him.

"I'd like that. I mean, if you want to do that, of course."

Caleb still hadn't looked at me so I walked over and put my hand on his shoulder. "Yeah, I do want to. Listen, why don't you help me review this latest string of code I've been working on and see if I missed anything. You game?"

"Seriously? You'd let ME review YOUR work? That would be like totally awesome!"

"Then let's like totally get to it," I said in way that sounding more friendly than mocking. You're only here three hours, three days a week so get crackin'!"

When he'd finished, Caleb sheepishly told me he'd found what he thought was an error and showed me where it was. I stood there pretending to be dumbfounded. I'd left the obvious error in there knowing he'd find it. We made the correction, then watched the results. The feedback showed the percentage increase rise first by 12% and then by 15% and finally by an incredible 21% I said, "My friend. If I ever patent this I'm going to write you in for a share of any profits I make. 'Nice catch' is the understatement of the year. Excellent job, Caleb. And thank you."

Caleb didn't blush but he was smiling. I had a hard time telling when guys were good looking but even I could see what Allie saw in him. This kid was really handsome. I decided to take the next step.

"Caleb. I'm not sure how to thank you. We can't pay you but I'd like to make it up to you."

"Oh, you don't have to do that, Cal. I'm just glad to help. Really. It was so cool being able to go through the code. Talk about amazing!"

"Well, thank you, Caleb, but I am indebted to you. How about having dinner with me and my wife this Saturday evening? I mean, unless you and your girlfriend have plans."

Caleb looked down again then up before saying, "I don't actually have a girlfriend. I don't really date all that much. I'm pretty busy with school and here and..."

"I get it," I said. "You've got a lot on your plate so the lucky girl or girls will just have to wait until you're ready, right?"

Caleb blushed again but not so much this time. "Uh, I guess so. I don't really know about them being lucky and all that, though."

"Hah! Let me tell you there's no need to worry about that. You've met my wife, right?"

"Uh, yeah. She's really, you know—pretty." The redness crept a little higher.

"No need to be embarrassed, Caleb. Allison is a beautiful girl. And you know what?" I leaned toward him after looking around as though I didn't want anyone to hear some state secret when I whispered to him, "She told me she thinks you're really cute." Caleb's face went purple.

"Me? Really? Your wife said I'm cute? Wow!" Caleb smiled and shook his head.

"She did. So what do you say? Dinner this weekend?"

"Uh, yeah. Okay. Sure."

I gave him our address and couldn't wait to tell Allie she was going to have a chance to meet Caleb and lay the groundwork for her anniversary gift. Just the thought of it and what it could lead to for yours truly was giving some major wood.

Allie was beside herself happy when I told her who was coming to dinner. We were standing in the kitchen and she started looking around then began rattling off ideas for what she should serve. "I make a great lasagna although my coq a van is really delicious, too. Maybe I should..."

"Honey?" I said interrupting her. "Caleb is 18 and a guy. He'll eat anything you put in front of him. Trust me, okay?" I moved closer to her and said, "I'm more interested in what you'll be wearing Saturday and then on our anniversary than I am in dinner."

Allison smiled. "You and your sweater fetish! No worries there, I promise you, okay? In fact, have I ever disappointed you where that's concerned, especially before a big event? I can promise you that I will look absolutely perfect for you on both occasions. And before you ask, yes I will keep my sweater on when Caleb fucks me." Allison's smile turned into a positively wicked grin.

I put my arms around her and said, "You really do know how to treat a man!"

Allie purred. "I know," she said still smiling.

"The main question now is do you know how to treat a boy?"

Allie was gone. Her tongue was in my mouth and her hands were ripping at my belt buckle. She tore her own pants off and pulled me onto the laminate countertop in our little apartment. "Fuck me, Caleb," she begged. I was all too happy to grant her wish.

When Saturday rolled around Allie had been out shopping. She'd been gone for hours and got home about 4 o'clock. She had several bags with her when she came in said, "Okay. Come with me to the bedroom."

I followed her in and she began laying out various combinations of skirts and sweaters on the bed. "Which one should I wear tonight and...which one do you want me to wear when Caleb fucks me?" 

I liked all of them but two more so than the other three. (As turned on as this made me I did NOT want to ask how much all of this cost. Instead I chose to look at it as an investment; a kind of down payment on future fucking of my own with my wife's blessing.)

"Okay. For tonight I like this ribbed, iced-pink top (I'd long since learned the difference between the lighter ice pink and the darker hot pink) with the low neckline and the gray skirt and matching shoes."

"Interesting," Allison said. "I thought that would be your choice for our anniversary. But, okay. I like that a lot. Which one is my fucking costume?" she teased. She reached out and grabbed my hand and held it with both of hers. "I still can't believe you're actually letting me do this. Have I told you I love you for this lately?" she gushed.

"Not since yesterday but I'm okay with hearing it again," I said as I squeezed her hand back.

"Okay. For the big night I love this white knit top that looks almost sheer with the short little mock turtleneck although it's even shorter than a regular mock."

"Mmmm. It's cashmere and you don't want to ask the price," Allie assured me. "It really is very sexy and I'm thinking about either wearing a very sheer camisole under it or going completely braless. Which one sounds better to you o' Matchmaker, Matchmaker, who's made me a match?"

"I like both looks for sure but honestly? I think the white camisole underneath is sexy as hell."

"Okay! Then it's settled. Pink tonight and white on May 17th." Allie paused for a moment then picked up the top and draped it over her chest. "I hope the cum stains won't be permanent on it. I really love this sweater and it was very expensive. It would be a shame to only get to wear it one time."

I took it from her and laid it on the bed. "Honey, that's what they call in economics a 'sunk cost.' The money's been spent so what's done is done. It'll be well worth the price to see you in it all evening and especially watching Caleb fuck you in it." I felt myself getting hard and Allison noticed. "I may even want to videotape the event," I announced.

"I'd like that. That way we could relive it anytime we like." Allie looked down and noticed the rise in my jeans. "Do you want me to take care of that before dinner?" she asked with a look of feigned innocence.

"As great as that sounds I think I'll just let things sort of build up so that the load will be that much bigger when you take in your ass tonight." Allie claimed she didn't really anal but the way she reacted when we had it said otherwise. I didn't ask for it often and Allie would dutifully protest each time, but never once did she fail to orgasm while getting ass fucked. This time there was no complaint.

"Mmmm. I'm glad you told me. I'll make sure and get a really good enema before I shower so things will be squeaky clean for us later on." We kissed and then Allie said, "Okay. You need to leave so I can get ready and then get dinner going before our young guest arrives. So scoot!"

Caleb was always prompt and tonight was no exception. He rang the doorbell at exactly 7pm. "Come on in, dude!" I said. As I let him in I noticed he was wearing a pair of Dockers and a button-down shirt rather than his standard issue jeans and tee-shirt with beat up tennis shoes. Allison was going to like this look a lot. His blond hair was thick and full and a shock of it was hanging down over his forehead. Another plus for my pretty sweater-girl-of-a-wife.

It was only a few feet from the front door to our kitchen area where Allison was putting the finishing touches on dinner. She settled on her coq au van which really was very delicious. She'd also planned on serving fresh asparagus and a Caesar's salad with a bottle of Chardonnay. I didn't need to remind Allie that Caleb was only 18 as she told me, "I know. I know. He's technically a minor but a small glass of white wine won't be issue, right?" How could I disagree?

"Caleb, you remember my beautiful wife, Allison, right? Honey, I believe you and Caleb have met before if memory serves. Is that right?" I asked as though I really didn't know.

"Yes! Of course. Caleb! Hi, how are you? It's so good to see you again!" she said as she moved toward him, put her hands on his upper chest and kissed him on the cheek. It and its counterpart immediately began glowing a soft shade of red.

"Good evening Mrs..."

"Okay. Stop right there, Caleb. It's Allison or Allie if you prefer. No Mrs. and please—no ma'ams tonight. Promise?"

"Yes, ma'am," Caleb said. His attempt at humor only brought on even more blushing which Allison noticed but politely ignored.

Allison turned to me and said loud enough for Caleb to hear, "He really is adorable!" I thought Caleb might have an aneurysm on the spot as his face turned dark purple. "And he's so cute!" 

I immediately changed the subject and said, "The restroom is just down the hall over there," hoping that would give Caleb an out to leave for a moment and collect himself. I was glad to see he did just that. As he left I said quietly, "Honey. I told you how easily he gets embarrassed. You've got to take it very slow with him or you're gonna scare him off."

Allie was removing the Pyrex plate from the oven as she said, "Oh, I'm going to take it very slow with that boy, sweetheart. But I'm not going to take it easy...from him."

"You are positively wicked tonight," I teased.

"Well. If that's true you have no one to blame but yourself. I'm so excited about this now I'm not sure I can wait another day let alone until the 17th."

When Caleb returned he was almost back to a light shade of red. "Everything come out okay, buddy?" I asked.

It took Caleb a second but when he finally got it, he laughed so loud even that embarrassed him. "Sorry. I just never heard that one before," he said apologetically.

Allie chimed in. "Don't worry, Caleb. Cal's got a million of those and they're all as lame as that one. I've heard them all so many times I just ignore them. You can feel free to do the same."

Allie told us dinner was essentially ready but suggested we have a drink first. "Caleb, can I get you a glass of wine before dinner?"

"Uh, well, I don't really drink Mrs...I mean, Allie. But if it's just a small amount I guess that'd be fine."

Allie poured three glasses and handed one to Caleb and one to me before sitting down next to me on the sofa which faced the love seat where our guest was seated.

"So Cal tells me you saved the day recently with his code or something. Tell me about that."

Caleb's face lit up and he spent the next five minutes explaining exactly what happened. Rather than tell the story in layman's terms, Caleb was talking in tech speak. Allison had a college degree but it was in education, not science. I'm sure got the gist of it, but most of it was technical gobbledygook that went right over her head.

"Wow! That's amazing, Caleb! No wonder Cal talks about you all the time!"

"He does? I mean...wow. I had no idea. That's like way cool."

Caleb drained his glass as though he was drinking ginger ale while we had both taken one or two small sips. "Can I get you some more wine, Caleb?" Allie asked. She was already up and had the bottle in her hand as she refilled his glass with an even larger portion.

"What are doing?" I whispered to Allie. "Are you trying to get him drunk? Jesus, Allie. Slow down."

"Sorry," she said quietly. "That's not gonna happen." 

She said it loud enough that Caleb asked, "What's not going to happen?"

"Oh. I was just telling Cal the coq au van isn't going to be overdone. In fact, it's ready so why don't we go ahead and eat?" Allie suggested.

For the next half hour we ate and made small talk. I sat at one end of the table with Caleb at the other and Allison sat between us. Regardless of the topic, Allie gushed with enthusiasm and an inordinate amount of interest. "That is just SO fascinating, Caleb! Tell me more! What a great idea, Caleb! Isn't that fantastic, Cal?" She went on and on and Caleb was eating it up. By the end of dinner he was definitely feeling the effects of two glasses of wine and Allie poured him a third before he could object. 

"I'll bring us some dessert," she said. Allie stood up and as she walked by Caleb, she let her hand brush across his arm and shoulder. "You wait right there for me okay, handsome?" Allie told him.

I noticed Caleb didn't blush. The alcohol must be removing some of his inhibitions because not only did he not flame on, he replied with a rather inappropriate, "I'm not going anyway, gorgeous!" 

Allie stopped, turned around and came back and bent down next to Caleb and put her arm around him and said, "Ahh! That was SO sweet. Thank you so much for saying that! You truly are adorable!" The she leaned in and kissed him again on the cheek then held her face against his for a moment. "I like this guy, honey! Where have you been keeping him all this time?"

Allie returned with the wine and poured what was left into Caleb's glass. "There you go, sweetie. Enjoy!"




The Anniversary Wish



Thirty minutes later we were all talking, laughing, and having a great time when Allie said, "I'm just gonna put on some music if that's okay." 

I nodded and Caleb said, "Sure. Sounds great. Do you have Smashing Pumpkins or Marliyn Manson?" he asked excitedly.

Allie tried not to laugh. "Um, no. That's a little too hard for old fogies like us I'm afraid. I was thinking something a little softer like maybe Adele. Is that okay?"

"Sure. Whatever," Caleb said. We were both pretty sure he'd never heard of Adele but I knew where Allie was going with this. Adele had a very sexy, seductive voice and her slow songs would be perfect to set the stage for a little romantic action.

I heard the words to "Love Song" and Allie came over to me and said, "Dance with me?"

I took her hand and we slow danced and held one another close. Caleb was mesmerized and stared at us—at Allie—the entire song. In fact, he'd been staring at Allie (and her beautiful boobs) all evening which hadn't gone unnoticed by the girl in the tight sweater showing off her prized rack. As the last notes were sung I stepped back but Allie said, "Uh, uh. We're not done. Remember our tradition. Every slow dance ends with a kiss, right?" Allie turned to Caleb and said, "We never finish a slow dance unless we kiss when it's over." Allie turned to me and we kissed—slowly at first and then more passionately. 

As the next song on the CD cued up I said, "Caleb. Be a good sport and dance with Allie, would you? I'm not much of a dancer and she really loves it. Help a bro out, okay?" Allison was positively beaming!

"Yes! Pleeeease, Caleb? Please dance with me?" she said with a pout.

Before he could answer Allie ran over and grabbed his hand and said, "Come on. Just one dance, okay?"

Just then the first lyrics of "Rolling in the Deep" rang out and Allie pulled Caleb in close to her. "I love this song. Have you heard it?"

"No. Er, well, I don't think so. I mean, maybe. My mom listens to this kind of stuff sometime." Caleb was too tipsy to blush but he did realize what he just said as he quickly added, "I didn't mean you're as old as my mom or anything, Allie."

Allie laughed softly. "You're so sweet, Caleb." 

Caleb looked uncomfortable and when I finally caught his eye I gave him a thumb's up sign and indicated he should move in closer. When he did Allie's arms wrapped around him even more tightly and to my surprise Caleb ran his hands up and down Allie's back and along her long, blonde hair. He looked back at me one more time and I nodded my approval. Allie followed suit and then let her hands drift down to Caleb's hard, round ass and then pulled him in as close as she could. When the song ended they both stood there for a moment not wanting to release one another. As they did I said to Allie, "Honey? Don't forget our tradition."

She glanced my way and said, "No. Of course not. That would be very rude."

Caleb shot a furtive glance my way and I said, "Go ahead. It's okay. You can kiss my wife this one time. She won't bite." He looked perplexed but Allie didn't give him a chance to back away. She stood on her tip toes and sought Caleb's lips with her own. He hesitated at first so Allie backed off slightly, looked up into his eyes with her best "I want you" look then kissed him again. This time Caleb reciprocated and as he kissed her back I heard Allie moan softly.

"My God, that's amazing," she said as their lips parted again. Caleb thought that would be the end of it but Allie was now in "fuck me mode" and nothing but an outright rejection from Caleb was going to stop her. 

"Kiss me again, Caleb. Please?" Allie murmured.

I saw her mouth open and her tongue slide deep into Caleb's mouth. Allie was moaning loudly now and she said, "I want you, baby. Make love to me."

Caleb stopped briefly and said, "Your husband is sitting right there. I can't..."

I stood up and said, "It's okay, Caleb. Allie likes you a lot and she really wants to have sex with you and I want her to be happy." Caleb still didn't look convinced so I told him, "She really wants this and I can't wait to watch her getting so turned on. So please. Go ahead. You have my permission to fuck my beautiful wife."

Allie pulled Caleb toward the bedroom and I followed them in. I was only a few steps behind them but Allie nearly had Caleb's shirt off by the time I closed the door behind me. As she tore off his tee shirt and started unbuckling his pants I went over to the closet and grabbed our cam order. "Do you mind?" I asked Caleb as I held it up.

"Please say yes, baby," Allie begged as she helped Caleb step out of his pants. As he was nodding and mouthing okay, Allie was on her knees and helping her new young boyfriend out of his briefs. "Mmmm. You have a beautiful cock, sweetie," Allie purred. Caleb moved closer as Allie grabbed his already-hard cock and took it in her mouth. She gently licked the underside of his mushroom and then took just the tip in her mouth. She sucked gently and then slid her mouth down the shaft of Caleb's cock. As she did, she cupped his balls and looked up into his eyes.

"Jesus, that feels good!" Caleb moaned. He paused for a second then frantically said, "Oh, shit!" 

Allie looked startled and pulled back just as Caleb unloaded a mouthful of hot, sticky cum into her face. "I'm so sorry! Jesus! I've just never done this before. Fuck!" Caleb reached down for his underwear and pulled them on then did the same with his pants.

"Hold on, Caleb! It's okay, man! Don't leave!" I tried to stop him but Caleb was out the door in less than three seconds holding his shoes and socks and everything else while Allie was trying to remove a ton of warm goo from her face and hair.

I hadn't even contemplated something like that happening. My hopes of banging beautiful MILFs with my wife were vanishing before my very eyes. "Well, that went well," I said.

"He'll be back," Allie said as she wiped the last of his cum off. "Trust me. He'll be back."

Once she was all cleaned up she said, "But I'm now all wound up and have no hot young boy to fuck me. Would you mind finishing me off?"

I proceeded to fuck Allie's pussy until she came then flipped her over and fucked her tight ass until I drained my entire load into her anus. Spent, I collapsed on the bed next to her. I expected Allie to be sad. Instead she seemed full of excitement.

"I can't wait for the 17th now that Caleb knows how we feel." She paused then asked me, "Honey? Do you really just want to watch or would you like to join in?"

"I'm okay either way, Allie. Why do you ask?"

Allie snuggled up close. "Well. I was just thinking. I've never been DP'd before. I'd LOVE having your cock in my ass while Caleb is fucking my pussy. Would that be okay?"

"Sure," I told her truthfully. "You can have anything you want. After all, it's your anniversary. But let's hope next time lasts longer than the five seconds he held out tonight."

Allie laughed. "Was that five whole seconds? Really? It seemed more like three to me."

I kissed her again then went in and washed up. We fell asleep in one another's arms and my hopes of happy MILF hunting were back in place!

I didn't get overly concerned Monday when Caleb didn't show up. He only interned with us three times a week and he could pick and choose his days. Reassuring Allie however, was another story. By Wednesday, she was hounding me relentlessly to find out what happened and where he was. I told her I'd ask around at work and track him down.

Getting the information wasn't too hard. No one in the lab knew where he worked but I knew Ruth in human resources and Ruth knew everything. The problem was getting her to share data she wasn't supposed to give out and home addresses and cell phone numbers were private. The good news was Ruth really liked me. She was in her late 50s, very overweight, and lived alone. Her job was her life and the thing she enjoyed most was talking with anyone and everyone who'd take the time to chat.

"Hey, beautiful!" I said as I closed the door to HR behind me.

"Well, well, well. Look what the cat drug in! If it isn't my favorite grad student. What brings you in here today, Cal? Are you here to finally ask me out?" she said as she batted her eyes.

"I wish, Ruthie, but I'm afraid my wife might go all Lorena Bobbette on me and then what good would I be to you?"

Ruth roared with laughter. "Cute and funny! No wonder you found yourself such a beautiful girl to marry. Okay, what is it you need today, handsome?"

I held up an iPod and although it was mine, I told Ruth it belonged to Caleb and that I needed to return it.

"Well, just wait until he comes looking for it, hon. Kids are addicted to music so at some point he'll realize he left it here."

Damn! She was good. "You see, the thing is, doll..." I leaned in for added effect. "The thing is, Ruthie, he was at our house a few days ago for dinner and there was this...um...incident between him and my wife so now I'm thinkin' he might be a little too embarrassed to ask me for it back."

Ruth's eyebrows raised as though she'd just heard the juiciest bit of gossip in quite some time. "Oh, I understand. He made a pass at your hot, young wife, didn't he?"

I looked around again to ensure no other ears were listening before saying, "I can neither confirm nor deny that, doll. Let's just say it caused him to leave in a bit of a hurry at the most inopportune of times."

"Gotcha. Okay. Listen. I'm gonna go use the little girl's room and you are NOT to look at the information on this screen. I can't afford to lose this job. So do not look at it when I leave, understand," she said with a wink.

I'd gotten the hint the first time and I wasn't going to touch the part about the little girl's room. I just said, "Oh, no. I'd never do anything like that, Ruthie. You go on ahead and I'll make sure no one comes by and takes a peek at it." I did the 'wink, wink' thing in a very exaggerated way back at her and Ruth nodded as she stood up to leave.

Once she was around the corner, I turned the screen and quickly jotted down his address and phone number. Fifteen minutes later I pulled up in front of Caleb's apartment. I hoped his mom wouldn't answer but regardless, I needed to talk with him. My future happiness depended on him coming back and well, cumming. But this time it needed to be inside my wife's pussy and not before she came, too.

I knocked and waited. Footsteps. Deadbolt turning. The door opened slowly and I saw Caleb's face peeking through the crack. "What do you want?" he said through the narrow opening.

"I wanted to talk to you, Caleb. May I come in?"

"Why? So you can embarrass me even more by rubbing my nose in what happened?"

"No, not at all. But I'd rather do this inside if you don't mind. Besides, we're all missing you in the lab so I've got two birds to kill and I only brought one stone."

The door opened and I walked inside. Caleb offered me a seat on the old, worn couch in his living room and I took a seat.

"I won't keep you, Caleb. I just wanted to let you know that Allie and I understand what happened and tell you there's no reason to feel embarrassed about it. It's happened to all of us at one time or another."

"Oh, great. Then I feel just fine," Caleb said sarcastically.

"I didn't say it wasn't embarrassing. I said there's no reason to feel embarrassed. Can I tell you something, Caleb?"

"Yeah. I guess so. I mean, I'm not going anywhere. Ever."

I smiled but didn't laugh. "Here's the thing. When you've been married for a while sometimes things get...stale. You know? The same two people doing the same things over and over and over gets...boring. It's pleasant but it isn't exciting anymore. For a lot of us, the time comes when you want to well, spice things up a bit. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah. Sure. But I don't think premature..." Caleb couldn't finish the sentence.

"Dude. If a guy hasn't had some experience with women, it's gonna happen. You have to keep trying until you can learn to control the urge until you're ready. You know what I'm sayin'?"

"I guess. But that's kind of impossible with a woman as beautiful as Allison. I mean, I didn't think I'd be able to last even that long. She's like a freaking model, you know?"

This time I laughed but politely. "She is very pretty. That's for sure. But here's the deal, Caleb. She really likes you. I mean she REALLY likes you." I decided another small lie couldn't hurt and continued by saying, "I offered to find someone else but she insisted I track you down and beg you if necessary to come back and join us on our anniversary. So I'm here and I'm hoping you won't make me beg."

This time Caleb laughed. "I mean, if you're like really serious and if Allie really said that..."

I held up my hand and cut him off. "She did. Right hand to God, man. Allie doesn't want anyone else. Hell, every time we have sex, she's calling out YOUR name, bro!" That part was indeed true.

"Seriously? Your wife calls out my name in bed?"

"She does. No shit. And she wants you to fuck her in a very bad way. Just don't go falling in love with or anything or I might have to kill you." I smiled and stood up indicating the conversation was over.

"But what if I...what if it...happens again?"

I sat back down and rested my arms on my upper thighs. "Here's how it works. If you do have another um, premature episode, don't panic! And for God's sake, DON'T leave, okay? Just stay calm and let Allie get you hard again. At your age you ought to be able to cum 3-4 times back to back no problem. Once you've blown your load, it'll take a lot longer to cum the second time but even if that happens again, just keep on truckin' until you're done with the fuckin'. The main thing is to get Allie to cum at least once. So use your God-given gifts. Fingers, tongue, and dude—use your words! Tell her she's beautiful. Tell her you can't believe how lucky you are. Tell her how bad you want her. Remember that under all that external beauty there's just an insecure little girl who needs to be reassured. And most all, remember that she likes you! You CAN do this, my man. Okay?"

"Okay!" Caleb said. "Hell yeah! I can DO this!"

"That's the spirit!" I said as I stood and clapped him on the back. "So be there on the 17th at 8 o'clock sharp. And no booze this time. Just you and your tool. Okay, make that tools—plural."

"Okay. Eight pm. And thanks, Cal. I can't believe you came over here to tell me this and I really can't believe Allie wants me back."

"Oh, she wants you back, man. And she wants your front and she wants your...Well, you get my drift. Hang in there and just keep cummin' until the deal is done!"

"I will! I promise."

"Good man, Caleb. See you then."

Allie was absolutely thrilled when I gave her the good news. "Oh, my Godddd! I'm SO happy!"

"You're just happy you're going to finally get fucked by your cute young boy," I said as I kissed her softly.

"Mmmm. That's nice. Speaking of fucking. I'm suddenly very horny. Do you have time to fuck me right now?"

I picked her up and headed toward the bedroom. "I think I can manage to fit you in. More importantly, I think I can manage to fit into you."

Chapter 4

Allie was absolutely stunning in her white cashmere sweater and short black skirt. I whistled when she walked into the living room. She did a quick pirouette and I nodded approval. "Is this what you want to see me get fucked in?" she teased as she made her way over to the couch where I was sitting.

"Yes indeed," I told her. "You look amazing, honey. Thank you for wearing this for me."

Allie smiled. "No, thank you," she said before she kissed me. "How many guys would let their wife do this on their anniversary?"

"I can't answer that," I said. "All that matters to me is I'm one of them. As long as you have a great time tonight that'll be my anniversary gift to you and to myself."

Allie bit her lip then smiled. "Well, actually, I have a bit of a surprise of my own for you tonight."

"I remember. You want to get DP'd. Trust me. I'm 'up' for it. Or rather, I will be up for it."

Allie purred. "I know and I want that. But I also want something else."

"And what that might be?" I asked her.

She slid over closer to me and said, "I'm not blind you know. I see the way you look at your MILFs—your older women. And now that you know my dirty little secret about loving high school boys and you're okay with it, I decided to let you fulfill your fantasy tonight, as well. You said this is my anniversary but it's also your anniversary. All I've been doing lately is thinking about myself. Then it hit me that I could do something for you, as well!"

Just then the doorbell rang and I said, "That's Caleb. I'll let him in."

Allie smiled and said in her sexiest voice, "I wouldn't bet on that, honey." She laughed when she saw the puzzled look at my face and just said, "Go ahead. Get the door."

When I opened it to welcome Caleb, I just stood there in stone silence staring. "Are you going to invite me in or not, Cal?" asked Allie's Aunt Kate.

"Kate? What are you doing here?" I said still looking dumbfounded.

"Ask me in and I'll explain," she said.

"Hi, Aunt Katie!" Allison called out.

"Hi, honey and happy anniversary!" she called back.

"Okay? What's going on, Allie?" I asked as I watched Kate walk by and then hug Allie.

"Well," she began. "I told you I'm not blind, right? And neither is my Aunt Kate. We've both noticed the way you look at...make that stare at her every time you're in the same room. When I realized how much you love older, attractive women I decided to share that with the most beautiful woman over 40 I know, my Aunt Kate. After I shared our big secret with her and told her I thought you might be interested she told me about the two of you flirting with one another several times."

Kate took off her coat and once again, I found myself staring at her. I forced myself to stop looking and said, "Well. I cannot tell a lie. I have indeed been a little flirty with your dad's sister. I just had no idea you shared stuff at this level."

Kate spoke. "You were right, Allie. Judging by the way his eyes immediately fixed on my boobs, this was the perfect choice," Kate said as she smiled at me.

"I told you. He's a sucker for any pretty sweater and this lavender color is one of his favorites. Add to it that deep V-neck and he has to be drooling. Right, honey?"

"Come have a seat, Cal," Kate said as she indicated where I should sit.

"So what's going on here, Allie? What have you two cooked up?"

"Come on, Cal! You're a computer genius and you can't figure out my aunt is here to be your Caleb on our anniversary?"

Kate smiled and threw open her arms. "Surprise! And happy anniversary to you too, Cal!"

Now it was my turn to make sure this wasn't a set up. "Is this for real?" I asked. "You're not setting me up, are you?"

Kate answered for Allie. "You're definitely not being set up. I can assure that. I 'volunteered' as soon as Allie explained what was going on. Listen, I enjoy playing poker and as they say, 'I'm all in' with this. So if what you see interests you as much as what I'm seeing interests me it seems like everyone should be very happy by the end of the evening."

I felt myself getting hard but still wasn't completely convinced. "You're really okay with this, honey?" I asked Allie.

"Are you really okay with me getting fucked by an 18-year old boy?" she teased. "I'm guessing by the bulge in your jeans you're at least nominally interested, right?"

I found myself staring at Kate again. "And you're fine with this too, Kate?" I asked.

"Are you kidding? Allie didn't get half way through explaining this before I stopped her and said—YES! Count me in! YES!" She reached over and put her hand on my growing bulge and said, "My brother and I are very open-minded people and her dad raised Allie to be, too. Look. Sex is like working out and you clearly know a lot about gyms and working out." Kate paused and looked admiringly at my chest and shoulders. "I noticed that the first time I met you—and every time after. I'd have made a pass at you eventually without Allie's prompting, especially after I found out how much you like women my age. You don't have to have the same partner every single time you go to the gym right, Cal? And having a different partner to work out with doesn't mean you don't still love your main partner, right?" She was now rubbing my cock through the denim on my jeans. ""




The Anniversary Wish



I moaned uncontrollably. "I definitely like older women, Kate, and you're as beautiful as any I've ever wanted." She leaned over and kissed me full on the mouth just as the doorbell rang again.

"You two go right on ahead. I'll get that. Besides, this has to be my date at the door this time. Yours is already here."

Allie opened the door and invited Caleb inside. Kate broke away long enough for me to see Allie close the door and then put her arms around Caleb's neck. I heard her say, "I am SO glad you came back. My God, you are so cute! I don't know what I would have done if you'd said no. Will you please kiss me hello so I can introduce you to someone who'll be joining us?"

Caleb took Allie in his arms and kissed her passionately. I could hear lips and tongues and soft moaning from my wife who was about to take this young boy's cock in her ass and her pussy tonight. Kate took Caleb's hand and led him to the couch. "This is Cal's special friend for the night, Caleb. Her name is Kate. Kate, this is my boyfriend, Caleb."

Our two special guests acknowledged one another and just then, I reached out and pulled Kate close and kissed her passionately. I found her soft, waiting breast with my left hand and began kneading it gently as she gasped, sighed, and moaned.

Allie took Caleb's hand again and led him toward the bedroom. "Dinner can wait. I need something you have more than food right now. Will you please fuck me, Caleb?" she asked as the disappeared.

"Just try and stop me," I heard him say as the door closed behind them.

Kate moved in close and whispered, "Allie says you like to fuck your girls with their sweaters on. Is that true?"

"It is indeed," I said as we kissed again.

"Then hurry up and get this skirt off of me and get out of those clothes right now. I'm already so wet we're going to drown if you don't fuck me right now."