She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 01


Jeffrey opened the door to see Nissa, Susan's best buddy from college days. "Hi, Jeffrey," she said gaily, walking past him into the room. Nissa was brown haired and certainly voluptuous, if on a slightly wider frame than Susan. She was pretty, but not gorgeous. She had always been nice to Jeffrey, but treated him as what he was – Susan's stay-at-home husband – and therefore not a real man. Jeffrey thought Nissa was a very big part of the reason Susan was going out on a 'date'. She was providing the opportunity, through her beau's friend, and Jeffrey was sure Nissa had been pressuring and cajoling Susan about the virtues of young men since her divorce almost a year ago.

"Is Suzy ready?" Nissa asked.

"Yes, I think so," said Jeffrey, just in time to see Susan come into the entry hall wearing the long mink coat to stay warm with such a skimpy dress on underneath. The girls hugged and gave air-kisses, and headed for the door.

Susan looked over her shoulder, "Jeffrey, be a dear and clean the bathrooms while I'm out. Ok honey? And do stay near the phone so you can pick up quickly when I call."

He was just saying, "Yes, dear," as the door shut and the two women were gone. Gone out on a date – his wife was going out on a date – with another man. Oh, my, he thought. He felt a strange combination of emptiness and exhilaration in his belly; he was defeated and excited at the same time. On the one hand it was humiliating that his wife had convinced him that she should date other men, to 'spice things up'. But he couldn't help noting that this very humiliation was keeping his penis just a little stiff and just a little throbbing. On the edge of becoming fully erect.

Jeffrey got his cleaning supplies and began with the master bedroom, keeping one of the cordless phones with him wherever he went. He was determined to answer on the first ring whenever Susan called him. After he finished cleaning the bathtub, shower, toilet, sinks, counter, and floor, he went to empty the trash can. There was a small empty condom box in the trash. It wasn't there an hour ago. Oh, my, he thought.

An hour and a half later, all three bathrooms were sparkling clean and Jeffrey sat on the sofa watching a repeat of an old super bowl from the 80's on the NFL replay channel. The phone rang, nearly stopping Jeffrey's heart, which had been steadily increasing in tempo for the last half hour. He quickly picked it up and tentatively said, "Hello?"

There was a lot of background noise. Electronic music was blaring and there were many people talking nearby, so it was hard to make out Susan's voice as she said, "Hi, honey, how's it going?"

"All fine here," he said, wanting to ask a million questions. Instead he said, "How is your date going?"

"Really wonderful, I'm having so much fun dancing with the boys. My date's name is Randy and he's really a good dancer."

Jeffrey detected a slight slurring in her voice, probably from having several drinks. "Are you ok?" he asked, not knowing what else to say.

"Oh yes, I'm fine. I've been dancing mostly with Randy, but also with Stewart and Ben, they're some friends of Randy's. Boy can Randy dance, it's really hard to keep up with him. Thank goodness they have a slow song between each fast song or I'd never be able to catch my breath."

Jeffrey's heart went to his throat as he thought of Susan slow-dancing in that skimpy dress, pressing her braless breasts against this 'Randy' person. No wonder the young man was 'randy', he thought. He couldn't help himself. He had to ask, "Do you like to slow-dance, uh, with your date?"

"Oh yes, very much, he's tall and so strong. He has big shoulders. He really knows how to hold a girl tight and make her feel petite and sexy. Honestly, his hands have a tendency to roam a bit, but a girl can't blame a young man – you know hormones and all that." She slurred a giggle, revealing just how intoxicated she really was. The music got quieter in the background and Jeffrey could hear a softer, slower beat. "Oops, gotta go for now, dear, I promised Randy to dance the next slow dance with him. And Jeffrey, this time, when he tries to feel my breasts, I'm going to let him do it."

The line went dead, and Jeffrey's penis was fully erect in his cotton gym shorts.

It was almost midnight when the phone rang again. Jeffrey had watched more football to try to keep his mind off of his wife's date, but it really wasn't working.

"Hello?" he said.

"Hi honey," said Susan, now clearly three sheets to the wind. "I just wanted to let you know that we've decided to go over to Nissa's house for a nightcap, so it'll be a while before I get home."

"Who's 'we'?" asked Jeffrey.

"Well, there's me, and Nissa, and her boyfriend John, and my lovely date Randy." She paused a minute, "And maybe Ben too, but we're not sure..."

"So, all of you are going to Nissa's house? Do you want me to pick you up there?"

"No, silly," she slurred, "Randy will drive me home after we all have our nightcap, so I won't need you to pick me up." She hiccupped and giggled, then she spoke away from the phone and he could hear her just barely as she said to someone else, "stop that, you're incorrigible."

She came back to the phone giggling like a school tipsy school girl. "Honey, I have to go, the natives are getting impatient." Just before she hung up the phone, Jeffrey heard her say to someone near her, "Stop it, people will see..." and then the line was dead.

Jeffrey imagined Randy was there, touching her body. Maybe feeling her up, and she was giggling and pretending to protest, but he knew her voice well enough to know she didn't want it to stop. She just wanted to move the action out of the public view. They were going to Nissa's house; two women in their forties, and two, maybe three, men in their late twenties.

Jeffrey knew full well what the young men had on their minds. And he knew that Susan was flattered by their attention, was on the verge of being debilitated by drink, and she had condoms in her purse. That was pretty much the formula that boys in their 20's have always used to get into a girl's panties - in this case, his wife's panties.

Nissa would only encourage 'Suzy' to let Randy have what he wanted, since she was getting it from John he was sure, and they were going to Nissa's house. Jeffrey took a deep breath and resigned himself to the fact that his wife was going to have sex with another man. He felt his penis harden. Oh, my, he thought.

There were no more phone calls.

At 3am, Jeffrey saw a black Shelby cobra pull into his driveway. A man whose face he couldn't see got out of the driver's side and opened the passenger door. He helped Susan out of the car and held her arm as he walked her to the door. She fumbled with the keys in her purse and "Randy" helped her get the key into the door before he quickly went back to his car, fired up, and left.

Susan came through the door wearing her mink, and holding her purse and keys. She saw Jeffrey and opened her arms to hug him and kiss him on the cheek. "Wow, what a night. I'm exhausted," she said. "How about you put me to bed and we can talk about my date in the morning."

"It is the morning, dear," he said, wiping fatigue from his eyes. He helped her to their bedroom and took he coat as she kicked off her heels. Jeffrey helped her shimmy out of the slinky black dress in the low light coming in from the nearby bathroom. He noticed two things. First, she had somewhere lost her panties, as they were nowhere in sight. Secondly, he saw that her neck and breasts had round red marks on them; hickeys.

He helped her to lie down under the sheets. It was then that he noticed her vulva was swollen and red, and that her thighs seemed sticky. It took him a moment to register the reason in his foggy brain. He touched her thigh and his hand came away with some goo. He looked at it in the light of the bathroom and sniffed his finger. It was semen. His wife had semen on her thighs. She had had intercourse with another man. From the look of her, she had had a lot of intercourse, and maybe with a lot of men.

He covered her up. She was already asleep. He stripped off his shorts and tee shirt and climbed into bed next to her falling quickly into a fitful sleep as he thought over and over, "My wife had sex with another man, maybe two or three other men."

Oh, my, he thought.

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