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A few of you may recognize this story from several years ago. It’s been updated and rewritten since then.
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Chapter 1 — An Oral Problem
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Emily stared out the front screen door and gazed in the direction of the driveway with a loving smile. There were just so many muscles. So, so, so many muscles.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
It was the unmistakable body of an eighteen-year-old jock. Lean, toned, and ripped: it still cast a spell on her at forty-four years of age. Despite her best efforts to improve her body over the past few months, the married mom couldn’t come close to replicating the youthful energy that the stud in the driveway effortlessly exuded on a daily basis.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
Another jump shot, another swish. His shirtless body glistened in the sun as beads of sweat poured from his thick head of brown hair, causing his muscular frame to shine as he rose for another shot. A pair of orange athletic shorts provided the only barrier between him and the world on this uncharacteristically warm spring day.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
She knew better than to lust after boys twenty-six years her junior, but was there really any harm in looking? She’d learned to appreciate younger men as she aged. Everything from their vast confidence, to their lean bodies, to their adventurous attitudes drove her crazy. It was almost as if they felt invincible, and she found herself addicted to that aura of self-assurance.
“Hey, Mom!”
Emily smiled while she waved back. She didn’t look at some cute neighbor boy or a fit college kid. No, her situation was far more inappropriate than normal fantasies regarding younger men.
The jock shooting baskets on the hoop in the driveway was her son.
She’d found herself gawking at Kevin more and more as the years went by. Well, gawking might not be the best word. It was more like admiring.
He was everything that she ever wanted in a son. Kevin was athletic, smart, funny, witty, tall, and oh-so charming. Somehow, he didn’t seem to share a single one of his father’s qualities, and that was a very good thing in her opinion. Actually, she couldn’t be more thankful that Tom’s lazy, selfish, and sometimes nasty personality had evaded their son.
Truthfully, she never wanted to end up with Tom, and she definitely didn’t desire to have his child. Everything just kind of happened. A mishap with birth control, a mix-up over whether or not he pulled out, and Kevin was born thirty-nine weeks later. The two agreed to get married to raise their child in a stable environment, and that was that.
She wasn’t necessarily unhappy. Honestly, she was more annoyed with Tom than anything else. Their relationship had been on its last legs when she missed her period almost nineteen years ago. The two didn’t have much in common, they didn’t exactly get along with each other, and the sex was fairly mediocre. It wasn’t her ideal rapport by any stretch of the imagination.
It felt like the right decision to stick with Tom at the time. She was twenty-five, pregnant, and old enough to settle down. She hadn’t expected her first serious relationship to resemble anything like this, though. She’d always assumed that rocky roads and bumpy patches would eventually lead to green pastures full of rewarding experiences with her partner, but Tom never developed into her soulmate.
Her husband was simply a guy who she’d dated casually before getting pregnant by mistake, and she never felt like part of a team despite almost two decades of marriage. Nothing ever felt equal, and the extent of his role could be summed-up by his financial contribution. The cooking, cleaning, and raising of their child all fell on her shoulders.
But she made it work.
Kevin gave her life meaning. Had there ever been any doubt that they were meant for each other? Her son would always love and respect her, and he would never go through an embarrassed phase from having her in his life. They shared an instant connection that she’d never felt with anyone else.
And her gut feeling was proven correct as the years passed. They had the same sense of humor, possessed similar personalities, and genuinely enjoyed each other’s company. Her perfect son was the exact kind of man that she kicked herself for not marrying twenty years ago, but Tom wouldn’t change, and she just had to accept that.
Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.
God, the things she would do for Tom to have Kevin’s body. Hell, she would kill for her husband to be in half as good of shape as their son.
“You hungry, baby!?” she called out toward the front yard.
“No thanks, Mom!” he shouted back before the basketball rose into the air, flew through the sky, and landed perfectly between the metal rim once again.
It wasn’t exactly fair to want her forty-six-year-old husband to possess her eighteen-year-old son’s body, though. She didn’t look like Kevin’s eighteen-year-old girlfriend, after all. Perhaps Tom went to bed dreaming of her resembling some young sarıyer escort cutie as well?
Her husband pushed close to two-hundred and seventy pounds, and he didn’t carry his significant size very well with his five-foot-ten frame. She felt partially responsible for his weight gain over the years due to her love of baking and cooking, but he didn’t have any motivation to workout. His typical routine consisted of returning home from work, lounging around on the couch until dinner was ready, and then making his way back to the sofa for more TV until he was ready for bed. Don’t even get her started on their sex life either. It was nonexistent!
She’d worked hard to lose ten pounds over the past six weeks. She now weighed one hundred and fifty pounds and saw a noticeable change in her five-foot-six frame–especially in her legs and butt when she wore yoga pants or tight jeans. Actually, any type of constricting clothing made her feel good about her current physique. Her body was leaner and more toned than it’d ever been, and her sizable bust didn’t hurt her appearance either. Her long brown hair and light brown eyes only aided her impressive look.
“Hey, Em.”
She tried to hide her disgust after she turned at the sound of her husband’s voice. It wasn’t easy to conceal her true feelings these days. “Hey, Tom.”
“So, uh…how’s dinner coming?”
She turned back to the driveway to continue watching their son. “Kevin’s not hungry yet.”
“Well, what the hell, Em?” he huffed. “I am.”
“Then go make something to hold yourself over,” she said. “I’ll get started on dinner in a bit.”
Tom let out an annoyed exhale before walking toward the kitchen.
That little exchange described their relationship perfectly. She was a cook, a maid, and a mother all-in-one, while Tom simply existed. His decent paycheck at least helped bring something to the table, but she constantly craved more emotional support from him.
Tom loved to use his job as a software designer at a large shipping company as an excuse for his laziness. He was “exhausted,” as he’d frequently put it. He didn’t load heavy boxes onto trucks or do anything physical. He sat in front of a computer all day, for God’s sake! His job was a cakewalk!
She essentially had the same physical burden as a receptionist at a doctor’s office, so she knew what it was like to sit at a desk for eight hours. It wasn’t difficult, and by no means was she too tired to go to the gym, do the laundry, cook dinner, or clean the house. In fact, last night perfectly exemplified her frustration.
Nineteen Hours Earlier. 11 PM the Previous Night.
“Tommmmmmmmmy…”
Tom’s eyes never left the bedroom TV.
“Tommmmmmmmmy…”
“Jesus, Em. Come on…” he groaned.
“Whaaaaaaaat?” she whined.
“Not tonight,” he told her, retrieving the remote and pressing the guide button to see what else was on. “Maybe tomorrow.”
“That’s what you said last night!” she huffed from her spot next to him in bed.
He squinted his eyes to read what game was on. “Yeah, I know. I’m just tired.”
When wasn’t he tired? It didn’t make any sense that she was she always the one who begged for sex! She was always horny, and not in some nymphomaniac kind of way. She just really liked sex, and she loved to please. Wasn’t that every husband’s dream wife? Don’t most guys fantasize about the type of woman who would never say no? Sometimes, she felt like she lived in an alternate reality.
“You know, Tom, we need to talk about this.”
“Tomorrow,” he said, changing the channel to a basketball game.
She snatched the remote from his hand, turned off the television, and looked him in the eyes.
“What the hell, Em?” he grunted. “There’s two minutes left!”
“Our sex life is terrible!” she announced firmly. She was done beating around the bush and dropping subtle hints. It was time to have a real discussion.
“It’s not that bad,” he disputed.
She shook her head in disbelief. “We’ve had sex ten times in the past year!”
“You kept track?” he asked, surprised.
“It wasn’t hard,” she laughed to herself. “I’m not stupid, you know? I can count to ten.”
“So, what’s the big deal?”
“Are you cheating on me?” she asked bluntly.
“Excuse me?”
“Are you cheating on me?” she repeated. “Is that why you’re always tired? Because some slut is wearing you out?”
“No, Em, I’m not cheating on you,” he laughed.
“What is it then?” she asked in an aggravated tone. She certainly didn’t find their miserable sex life as humorous as her husband did.
“Do you want the truth?” he asked.
“I want the truth,” she verified with a nod.
“You’re frustrating.”
“I’m frustrating?” she questioned, clearly not following. “What does that mean?”
“Why do you think that you’re frustrating?” he asked while glancing at her with a slightly disgusted look.
“Because of how long it takes me?”
He nodded.
“I can’t help şarkışla escort that, Tom!” she huffed, running her hand through her long brown hair.
“Really?” he asked. “You can’t do anything about it at all? Em, it’s fuckin’ exhausting.”
“I’m soooooooooo sorry that it takes me a long time to cum and it’s such a terrible inconvenience for you,” she said with an unmistakable amount of sarcasm to her voice.
“I’ve never liked going down on women,” he told her. “You knew that I didn’t like giving oral a week into us dating. I can’t just change, you know? I mean, it takes you like forty minutes to get off.”
She stared at him blankly.
“Forty minutes!” he emphasized loudly.
She held her hands in the air, confused.
“I don’t want to be down there for forty minutes. And you want oral every time we have sex. Let’s be honest here. Would you want to give me forty minute blowjobs?”
“You don’t take forty minutes,” she reminded him with a glare.
“But what if I did?” he asked.
“Then I would be down there for forty minutes,” she said. “Like a loving, caring, courteous spouse. I certainly wouldn’t tell you to go fuck yourself.”
“I’ve never said that,” he rebutted immediately.
“You haven’t gotten me off in close to two years,” she reminded him. “You threw in the towel on my birthday last year, but managed to stick it out my birthday the year before that. Are you hiding something from me? Is there a smell, or a taste, or something?”
“I just don’t like doing it. I never have.”
“What if we planned a schedule or something?” she asked.
“A schedule?”
“Yeah, like you’ll go down on me on Mondays, I’ll go down on you on Tuesdays, and we’ll have sex on Wednesdays. We can do some kind of rotation like that.”
Tom shook his head.
“Okay…” she muttered under her breath. “What if you go down on me three times a week, and I’ll give you five blowjobs a week?”
He shook his head again.
“You go down on me twice a week, and I’ll go down on you every day?” she proposed, desperate for some much-needed oral affection.
A soreness engulfed his neck from shaking it repeatedly.
“You go down on me once a week, and I’ll suck your dick whenever you want?” she offered in a moment of complete desperation.
“That’s almost three hours a month,” he said after pondering her offer for a few moments. “I don’t want to lock myself into that.”
“A month!” she shouted. “It’s less than three hours a month!”
“That’s a long time, Em!” he told her while reaching for the remote. She quickly pulled it away from him before he could grab it.
“And what about your comment in the kitchen last week?”
“What?” he asked, confused.
“About my ass,” she clarified.
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” he inquired. “You always do this shit.”
“Do what?”
“Change the subject,” he answered. “We weren’t even talking about your ass.”
“Why is my ass even a topic!?” she yelled before quickly lowering her voice. The last thing she wanted was for Kevin to hear them. “Do you remember what you said to me?”
“A week ago? Probably not. What did I say?”
“You walked past me to get a drink out of the fridge while I was getting plates for dinner,” she told him. “You really don’t remember?”
“A week ago?” he laughed. “I don’t remember shit from this morning.”
“You said to me, ‘How does that fat ass even fit into those yoga pants?'”
Tom snickered.
“Are you fuckin’ serious!?” she yelled, temporarily forgetting about Kevin. She was too enraged to care.
“Jesus, keep your voice down.”
“I don’t give a shit!” she yelled again. “What the hell kind of comment is that to make to your wife!?”
“It was a joke,” he chuckled. “You know, like they say in rap. ‘Hey, Em, you got a phat ass, yo!'”
She glared at him.
“What happened to your sense of humor?” he inquired. “You used to be so happy-go-lucky all the time.”
“You know how hard I’m working to get into better shape,” she said. “I don’t expect my husband to degrade me in my own kitchen!”
“Degrade you? Em, it was a joke!”
“Do you want me to joke about your big gut?” she asked.
His carefree look changed in an instant. Suddenly, he grew serious. “What did you just say?”
“Your big gut,” she said while pointing at his large stomach. “Do you want me to talk about that?”
“That’s uncalled for!” he remarked sharply.
“But my ass is fair game?”
“That was a joke!” he snapped. “You know how sensitive I am about my weight!”
She couldn’t believe it, but his eyes almost appeared puffy. Her husband wasn’t about to cry, was he? “You’re kidding me, right?”
He rolled over and shut off the light on his nightstand without answering her question.
The idea of giving her oral for forty minutes a week was so off-putting that her husband decided to pass on sex and blowjobs completely. She felt like a horny teenager who’d just discovered her sexuality. She constantly şarköy escort played with herself, and she even kept a small pocket vibrator in her purse to warm herself up in the car if she knew that she had the house to herself after work.
And what happened when she looked on the internet for help? Surprisingly, she found herself in the minority. Apparently, the world was full of sex-craved husbands who didn’t receive enough action from their wives. There definitely didn’t seem to be too many women out there whose husbands weren’t interested in them.
It’d become tougher to control herself lately. One of the few things that Tom and Kevin had in common were their dislike of wearing shirts around the house, and she could safely say that she lusted after one of those half-naked men significantly more than the other. If only she could do something about that…
Chapter 2 — Ms. H’s Fat Ass
“Look at her fuckin’ ass.”
Both Kevin and Matt turned in the direction of the school’s hottest teacher.
“I heard that she ended it with her fiance last week,” Zach continued addressing his buddies at the lunch table. “Listen, you know my thoughts on women–“
“That they’re evil,” Kevin interrupted with a laugh.
“That they’re despicable creatures spawned in the depths of hell,” Matt added with a smile.
Zach rolled his eyes. “I’m not that bad…”
“We’re not far off,” Kevin laughed. “So, Ms. H ended things with her fiance?”
“That’s what I heard,” Zach said. “Plus, her engagement ring is gone. Do you think I got a shot?”
Kevin and Matt both stared at their friend, waiting for him to make some kind of joke.
“Wait, you’re serious?” Matt finally spoke up after what felt like an eternity of silence. “Dude, she’s like thirty.”
“So?” Zach asked. “She’s so fuckin’ hot.”
Kevin laughed as he looked at his classmate during sixth period lunch. “I’m sure that she can’t wait to throw away her career for some eighteen-year-old student of hers. Dude, don’t you have like a sixty in math?”
“Calculus is hard as shit,” Zach told him. “Plus, I’m a little distracted during class. I can’t focus with some of the shit she wears. A couple of her outfits are fuckin’ insane!”
“Twenty seconds,” Matt said to Kevin.
“What?” Zach asked, not following.
“I’d give you twenty seconds with her,” Matt repeated.
Kevin immediately shook his head in disagreement. “He’s not that bad. I would give him thirty seconds.”
“I would fuck the shit out of her!” Zach announced before turning in his seat again to soak in the view of his voluptuous blonde math teacher waiting in the lunch line. “She wouldn’t even remember her ex’s name after I got done with her. And ten minutes–at least!”
“You’re not lasting ten minutes!” Matt laughed, slapping the lunch table with his hand. “Oh my God, get the fuck out of here!”
Zach pointed across the table at Kevin. “Hey, last summer! Kelly Maroni’s party! You were there!”
Kevin struggled to remember what his friend referred to before it suddenly came to him. “Oh yeah, the pool party.”
“The pool party!” Zach smiled.
“You were on vacation with your family,” Kevin told Matt. “So, Zach’s talking to Charlotte Hendricks and he’s completely bombing.”
“Oh, fuck off, dude!” Zach shouted.
“Hey, I’m telling a story here,” Kevin said, smirking.
“I could never fuck a chick named Charlotte,” Matt jumped in. “That sounds like a grandmother’s name.”
“She’s hot as shit, dude,” Zach defended himself.
“She really is,” Kevin agreed with his buddy. “Anyway, Zach’s just tanking in front of her, but they’re both completely shitfaced, so whatever’s coming out of his mouth somehow sounds good to her.”
“Because it was fuckin’ gold!” Zach said.
“Golden shit,” Kevin chuckled before getting back on track. “They went into Kelly’s brother’s bedroom and didn’t come out for like forty minutes. I have to give him props.”
“Were you in there?” Matt asked.
Kevin shot his friend an awkward look. “Why would I be in there?”
“Then you have no idea what happened,” Matt explained his question. “It was probably three pumps and then thirty-nine and a half minutes of him explaining how that’s never happened before.”
“She was getting worked the fuck out is what happened!” Zach announced firmly, defending his prowess in bed. “Three pumps my ass. Do you two want to know my original point or not?”
“You had a point?” Matt snickered.
“Yeah, I had a fuckin’ point,” Zach said while rolling his eyes. “My brother came back from school for a few days to visit last week, and he told me that he’s done with college chicks.”
That certainly caught Kevin’s attention. “What?”
“He only fucks older women now,” Zach stated.
“Get out of here!” Matt laughed. “Who fucks forty-year-old moms instead of nineteen-year-old college girls?”
“My brother,” Zach said, helping himself to another quick look at his sexy math teacher. “He said that older women are like a thousand times better in bed.”
“But college chicks are in their prime,” Matt disputed. “How can you do better than that?”
“He claims that’s overrated,” Zach told the table. “He says that how a girl fucks is more important than their age. I mean, shit, I’ve never banged an older woman. He would know way better than us.”
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