She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 04byjeffrey214©
PLEASE READ: This story is full of female-dominant / male-submissive content, including Cuckolding. If you don't like that sort of thing, please move on to one of the other wonderful stories found on this site. Also, if you're reading this story shortly after it was uploaded, it is part of an incomplete series, and the plotlines will not have resolved at the finish of this installment. All Characters are 18 years old.
Thank you for reading with these warnings in mind. All the best! – Jeffrey
Several weeks later...
Jeffrey was doing the laundry. He was standing naked in front of the ironing board, using it as a platform upon which to fold some clothes. He had been hand-washing Susan's delicates, had let them air-dry, and was now folding her panties.
He always stayed undressed in the house now, since Susan had suggested it would be exciting for him to do so. Originally, Susan had requested that he be nude when she was home, but in the past few weeks, she had suggested he simply wear nothing whenever he was home. She would call sometimes during the day to see how he was doing, and suggest he go online with the webcam to let her see. She never turned her camera on, and he would always be erect as she teased him that there were several ladies in her office with her to enjoy the 'viewing pleasure'.
Now as he folded sheer lace bras and tiny lace panties he mused that her taste in clothing had changed in such a short time. Gone from her wardrobe were all but the sheerest and laciest undergarments now, since she had begun to enjoy her lover, Randy. It had been quite a transformation. Susan now dressed more feminine, a bit more revealing, and always wore the sexiest bras and panties, no matter whether she was going on a date or teaching a class. She said, "This way, I always feel sexy."
As Jeffrey folded her little thongs, hardly enough fabric to fold really, he wondered if her lover had taken these particular panties off of her, and if so when. It made his penis give a little twitch and a grin pulled at the side of his mouth. He'd never thought that the reality of his wife having another man would be as pleasing as it had turned out to be. For both of them.
He knew he would never meet the boy, nor even see him, for Susan had told him she thought it was a bad idea for her husband and her lover to meet. She wanted to keep the 'mystery' alive. She liked the feeling of being able to manage her two males effectively, and she thought that she should keep them well apart. She knew that Randy wouldn't last forever and had told Jeffrey so. She had also told him that after Randy, there would inevitably be another boy.
Jeffrey finished folding bras and panties and took them in a basket upstairs to place them lovingly in Susan's chest of drawers. It was only 4pm in the afternoon, so Susan wouldn't be home for at least two more hours. That is why he was surprised to hear a key in the front door. He emptied the basket and slipped on a pair of small cotton gym shorts before he went to the living room to see who had just come in – perhaps one of their daughters was home unexpectedly...
Jeffrey was surprised to see Susan and her two friends Nissa and Gail settling themselves onto chairs and the sofa and giggling excitedly. Susan looked up, "Hi honey, I've had to come home early. Gail & Nissa and I had lunch today, and we drank too much wine and talked too long, so we decided to come home."
Jeffrey looked at Gail and she seemed quite happy, "Hi, Jeffrey," she said with a sparkle in her eye, "I'm surprised to see you... uh... dressed in shorts."
He didn't know how to respond, so he said, "Can I get you ladies anything?"
Susan said, "Why don't you open us a bottle of wine, dear?"
"Ok," he said. He got three glasses and a bottle of white wine from the fridge. As he turned he was startled because Susan was right behind him.
She whispered, "Honey, how come you're wearing shorts? I was expecting you to be, well, undressed when we got home. You know the girls know about that..."
"Oh... uh... well, I didn't know if it was one of our girls, dear."
She smiled, "I see, that's good. But none of the girls are coming home; I've talked to all of them in the last day. So... since it's just us, I'd like it if you'd just slip out of the shorts, honey, and serve the wine like you do for me every night."
"But, Gail..." he started to say, but Susan put her finger on his lips to quiet him.
"Honey, you know I've told Gail that I keep you undressed at home. And one of the reasons she agreed to come over was to see you. Nissa was complimentary, in her way, so I'd hate for you to disappoint my friends. Besides, Gail will see you naked sooner or later, dear..."
Jeffrey sighed and nodded, setting the glasses and bottle down and sliding the shorts to his ankles as his wife watched happily.
"Good boy," she said, "Now give me a minute to get settled with the girls before you come out, ok?"
"Yes, dear," he said, as Susan walked back into the living room.
Jeffrey gave a count of ten before taking a deep breath and stepping out of the kitchen. He couldn't help but smile and blush as he was greeted by the happy faces of the three beautiful women, and three pairs of feminine eyes looking him up and down. Gail was keeping her wide eyes mostly moving between Jeffrey's groin and face, and her smile was a little brighter than the others, since it had the added energy of discovery.
Jeffrey handed each seated women a glass, and then stood before her as he poured - first Susan, then Nissa, then Gail.
When he had finished, Gail smiled up at him, "Thank you, Jeffrey," she said, "and thanks for the wine, too," as she grinned and winked. "I always wondered, and now I know."
"You're welcome," said Jeffrey as he began to blush. There was just something about being naked for the first time in front of a woman that made him feel quite flushed and embarrassed.
Nissa smiled a wicked smile at Jeffrey, and couldn't help but tease him by saying, "Gail, don't you like seeing a man completely shaved? I think it's very nice and clean-looking without all that hair in the way."
Gail giggled, showing signs of a bit too much wine. "Yes, I have to admit it makes the... revelation... more interesting."
"That will be enough, girls," said Susan with mock sternness, "Don't you tease my husband. He's a very good husband to fulfill my request to be undressed in our home and you ladies should appreciate him for it."
"We do," said Nissa and Gail together, followed by more giggles.
Jeffrey set the wine bottle down and took his usual position, sitting Indian-style at Susan's feet and began to remove her pumps. He set the shoes aside and began to rub her feet as he always did whenever she returned home to him.
"Oh, that's so sweet," said Gail, "I'm going to have to get Bob to start doing that for me, now that the cat's out of the bag."
Jeffrey looked inquisitively at Susan, and she answered his unspoken question.
"Let me bring you up to speed, dear," she said, "We three girls had lunch today because Gail had news that she just had to share."
Both Gail and Nissa giggled at that, and Nissa said, "You're going to love this..."
Susan shot her friend a scolding look and continued. "Well, taking my advice, Gail did some research on Bob's laptop, and found some quite interesting information. It seems that Bob frequently visits certain internet sites, and has some pictures and stories downloaded on his computer."
She paused to sip some wine. "Well, I'm not sure now if I should be the one to say anything. Gail, what do you think?"
"Oh, you can tell Jeffrey, I'm fine with that, especially since you've shared so much about Jeffrey with me..."
Susan smiled, "Well, to make a long story short, Gail's husband Bob seems to enjoy pictures and stories about wives spanking their husbands." She paused a moment, and then added, "You know, honey, like we've done sometimes when you were a naughty boy." She sat back as though that was enough, with a smug grin on her face.
All three women looked at Jeffrey, waiting eagerly for a response. He just swallowed hard and concentrated on Susan's feet in the hopes that he wouldn't blush, but a pink flush appeared on his neck and forehead almost immediately. "Mmm..." he murmured.
Susan couldn't help but enjoy her husband's embarrassment. She loved him so, but there was a playful side that she couldn't help but let out now and again.
"So, when Gail told us that," she said as she leaned forward to caress his cheek, "I let her know that you might have some insight to share. You know, to help her understand her husband better."
"I see," he said, feeling very trapped. "I suppose so," he whispered. He was embarrassed anew, and though one part of him didn't like being put on the spot in front of his wife's friends, another part of him relished it. He felt vulnerable and exposed to be undressed in front of his wife's friends, and more so because they knew of his cuckolding. But now for them to know that he'd been very cooperative throughout their marriage whenever Susan had, on occasion, taken the notion to put him over her lap and spank his bottom. It was almost too much.
Gail saw the look on his face and felt bad for enjoying his embarrassment so. She said warmly, "Honestly, Jeffrey, I love Bob very much and I don't judge him or you. I'd really like your help if you could tell me things so I could understand how Bob feels."
Jeffrey was heartened by her concern and looked at her, "You promise not to make fun?"
"Yes, definitely," she said.
He believed her. Nissa, on the other hand, he knew would tease him mercilessly. There was nothing to be done about that.
"What do you want to know?" he asked.
"Why does Bob fantasize about being spanked by his wife?" she asked.
He pondered a moment, gathered all his courage, and said, "I guess it's complicated. It's not about pain because you can get pain anywhere. It's about closeness, intimacy, trust, feelings of surrender, and some kind of maternal connection too, but not really about his mother. At least it isn't about mine."
He glanced at Nissa, and she had a strange, almost appreciative look on her face, like she was seeing him in a different light. Again.
Gail said, "Wow, really? Why is it intimacy when someone hits someone else?" Her face showed that this was not a judgment, but an honest request for information. He liked that about her.
"It's hard to explain, but I'll try. If Susan slapped my face, it would hurt and I'd know she was very angry. If she went into her office and slammed the door and wouldn't talk to me I would know she was very angry and didn't like me enough to want to talk to me at that time. That's really bad."
He looked at Gail and saw her nod that she understood, and perhaps had done those very things.
He continued, "But if Susan remains calm and tells me exactly what she is upset about, and then tells me she's going to spank me, it makes me feel a strange mixture of emotions in my belly. Fear, worry, dread anticipation – but there's also hope and trust and love in it. I go over her lap knowing that she loves me."
Jeffrey paused, looking down at the floor and then up to Susan's face and her look was one of pride and love. She was pleased with him.
He said, "She may be angry and she may want to slap me on the face or lock me out of the house. But instead, she loves me enough to deal with it – with me. When she swats my bottom, it hurts. And don't think I couldn't get up any time I wanted to, because I could. But I don't because I love her too. She can spank me with her hand or with her paddle, and I'll lie as still as I can for her and take her swats because she means them for my benefit and for the benefit of our marriage.
"She has my complete attention as she scolds me so I know exactly what has upset her – and believe me I do my best not to do it again. After it all, there are hugs and kisses and apologies and forgiveness, and I know she loves me. And she's no longer angry – so the problem is over. I think a woman can get her frustration out with a good spanking, and she feels better. Then she doesn't have to have the issue linger like a cloud over her relationship and the husband doesn't have to live under days or weeks of her displeasure."
He looked up at Gail, "Does that make any sense?"
"Yes," she said, "I never realized... I've never thought of it like that. I've often spent days so pissed at Bob that I couldn't see straight, let alone talk intelligently with him. I loved him no less, but I also thought he was an idiot." Her eyes gazed far away as she thought, and then she said, "How do you feel after a spanking?"
"Well, sore, obviously," he said, inciting a nervous giggle from the women, each of whom was completely attentive to his every word. "My bottom would be pink and I'd have lingering reminders of my spanking when I'd sit down for the next day or so. Emotionally, I feel loved. That my wife would take the time and have the patience to put me over her lap and spank me is a good feeling. It makes me feel cared-for, loved, and looked-after; like she knows what's best for me, for us. Honestly, a little while after the spanking I feel aroused too..."
All three pairs of female eyes looked down then, into Jeffrey's lap, and saw that his penis was nearly erect. The three women grinned as one.
Susan said, "He's always like that, after. It's so cute."
Jeffrey blushed again, realizing he was erect. He groaned under the weight of his humiliation at having an erection while talking about being spanked.
Gail asked, "Why do you think getting a spanking makes you aroused?"
He took a deep breath. "Well, I guess it is in line with my submissive feelings. The idea of a spanking before it happens and after it happens is pretty sexy to me, but during the spanking it doesn't feel sexy at all. The pain of the swats isn't at all the point. It's the trust and intimacy. I trust Susan. I love Susan. Somehow, the idea of her taking charge like that and scolding me as she spanks me... the uncertainty of not knowing when it will end... listening to her scold me for being naughty and telling me that naughty boys need a spanking... I don't know why it turns me on, but it does."
"Wow," said Gail, "You've given me a lot to think about." She became silent, lost in her thoughts.
Susan said, "Jeffrey that was wonderful. I'm sure I speak for all of us when I say how proud I am that you had the courage to say such adorable things. I love you, honey." She leaned over and planted a big wet kiss on his lips. When she finally released him, he was smiling.
For the first time, Nissa spoke. "I'll have to admit, that was pretty amazing. It's like we got a view inside a boy's head for the first time. At least it was for me. I have to say, thanks, Jeffrey."
He looked up at Nissa, "You're welcome."
After the honest exchange, Nissa sat back in the sofa and her usual smirk returned. But this time there was more affection than derision in it as she said, "Could you get me some ice water, hon?" and held out her glass, jiggling it to show it was empty.
"Sure," he said before thinking about it, and he stood up to blatantly reveal his now fully erect penis in all its modest glory.
Gail came out of her reverie to stare open-mouthed at his erection as Nissa smiled in triumph.
Jeffrey knew he was had, but there was nothing more to do. He took the glass, shooting Nissa a loathsome look that made her giggle, and he got her the ice water. All three women were watching him walk back with the glass, seemingly fascinated by the way his erection swayed with each step. Jeffrey couldn't help but smile.
Now that he was completely bare, inside and out, whatever was left of his modesty was a thing of the past – at least for now. He sat naturally in a chair across from the sofa with his thighs spread slightly to reveal his pink scrotum and testicles beneath the tower of his engorged penis. Other than the erection, this was what was in every man's pants as he sat normally. This thought crossed Gail's mind for the first time and it made her smile.
Susan broke the spell. "Ok. Wow. That was enlightening for me; how about you, Gail?"
"Absolutely," she said, still unable to get her eyes off of Jeffrey's nakedly displayed genitals. "That was amazing." She looked up at Jeffrey's face and blushed, being caught so blatantly staring at his nakedness. "Thank you again," she said.
Susan said, "So, now with that subject well in hand, I think we should discuss your plans with Bob. Do you want Jeffrey to leave us?"
Gail said, "No, he's been such a big help I don't mind if he overhears, as long as he promises to keep his mouth shut." She grinned at Jeffrey and he nodded his complicity in their secret meeting.
Susan said, "Ok, fair enough. So, what are you going to do?"
Gail's face had a smile of awakening. "I'm going to start spanking him. And maybe that would be a good time to bring up the subject of... well... dating Peter."
"Hmmm," said Susan, "Let's get a man's view point." She turned to Jeffrey and said, "Honey, what do you think of Gail's idea?"
Jeffrey thought a moment, "I don't know. If Bob doesn't have fantasies about Gail with another man, I don't know how it would work."
Gail piped up, "Well, Susan didn't tell you that there were a few sites and stories about...uh ...unfaithful wives... So I think there definitely is something there as well."
Susan said, "I don't think unfaithful is the right word. Do you, Jeffrey?"
"No, not really; I prefer to think of you as my HotWife – that you're too much hot, sexy, gorgeous woman for me to handle. To be 'unfaithful', in my mind, is to cheat behind your spouse's back. That's not going on here, for sure."
Gail said, "Ok, sorry. I didn't have the vocabulary for it. So Jeffrey, do you think if I start spanking Bob that it would be a good time to bring up my becoming a HotWife?"
"Well, he'll certainly be in a vulnerable frame of mind over your knees, but what are you going to spank him for?"
Gail grinned, "For being such a naughty boy for visiting all those naughty websites, of course."
Jeffrey grinned. "May I make a suggestion?"
"If he really likes spanking fantasies, and you're going to start fulfilling that for him, then it might not be a bad time to bring up the HotWife idea. The important key here is that YOU have decided to spank him, and YOU have decided that it will be a regular thing from now on. And..."
"What?" Gail asked.
Jeffrey said, "Susan might be better able to fill you in on how to do it. I just know it is only good for me when I have only one responsibility – to lie still across Susan's lap and listen..."
Susan spoke up, nodding. "I understand what he means, so let me explain. I spent many hours reading on this subject and so has your husband, so let me lay it out for you. To give your husband a spanking that will change his opinions or behaviors, or in this case get his agreement to something you want, you need to arrange the entire spanking with firm authority. It's what he wants, believe me.
"You need to be calm and very firm. No yelling and screaming, but no 'asking' either. You must tell him to come to your office or to the bedroom, not ask him. Once there, he should find you seated on a chair or the bed, in the position you expect to spank him in. I suggest wearing a skirt and pumps or other high heeled shoes. If you have a paddle, have it in your hand. If you don't have one, you can borrow one of mine.
"In a firm but feminine voice, you tell him you have decided that he needs a spanking because you are displeased with him. Tell him that you discovered his computer stash, and you are upset that he kept those things hidden from you. That is dishonest and naughty dishonest boys get spankings."