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She Wanted a Younger Man, chapter 5

by 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 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"


"So if I make you spurt, you'll still be able to give me more later?"




"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 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' 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.







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