tagLoving WivesShe Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 05

She Wanted a Younger Man Ch. 05


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 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.

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