There are thousands of men who fantasize about their wives having sex with another man, but very few will experience it quite like this.
Anyone ever had a younger man just take a liking to your wife? Surely some have, but I mean quite literally a guy who developed a serious crush on her. One who would have bathed a cougar if she asked? Well, my wife had such a fellow in her very recent life. He adored her. This infatuation was well within reason too.
I had become accustomed over the years to men of all ages being overly nice to my wife, and not just because of her sweet disposition either. Basically, any man producing testosterone finds himself staring at her. She’s what most would consider the true definition of a MILF. Let’s face it, how often these days do you see a knockout 39-year old woman, who is 5′ 2″, 110lbs, brunette, with absolutely perfect legs, perfect ass, and an unbelievably beautiful smile?
Now when I say a younger fellow, I mean that my wife was 39 and this young man was 22 at the time. She’s not the type to take advantage of kindness and actually he’s not the type who even knows he’s going overboard for her, but it’s so very obvious when he’s always trying to please her in everything he does.
First of all he loves hanging out at our home because we never treated him any less because of his age. From the first time he met us, when he was nineteen, he just felt comfortable around us. His mother had been our neighbor for over seventeen years, but he had lived with his biological father until he was nineteen, moving in next door to be closer to the state university and to have more freedom.
From first sight, he was utterly in love with my wife, Kathy. Jack was a very intelligent fellow with a full-ride academic scholarship, but was a complete moron when it came to his love life. The funny thing is, if he had treated women as he treated my wife, they would have fallen at his feet. He was actually a rather handsome guy with an athletic build, but had been sheltered by his father and stepmother all his life. He didn’t even go to his senior prom because his dad put so many restrictions on prom night; he felt it wasn’t even worth the effort.
Over the few years he lived next door, he became very comfortable around us, and we with him; it was not uncommon for him to be lying on the couch in our basement watching TV when my wife or I got home from work.
Late one evening, around 1:30 AM, my wife and I finished watching a series of DVDs we had rented. We were both barely awake as the final movie was ending, when suddenly we heard a knock on the sliding glass doors leading from our bedroom to the back yard. My wife instantly panicked and rolled off onto the floor in just her panties, dragging the bedspread with her to cover her breasts.
I rolled in the opposite direction and grabbed my pepper spray from the night stand on my side of the bed. As I crept towards the door, I saw a silhouette of whom I was pretty sure was Jack. I barely plucked the blinds back and sure enough he gave a silly wave and smiled.
Kathy and I knew he had a big date this very evening, but wondered why at 2 AM he would be knocking on our door. As I slid the door open, he immediately began to apologize saying, “I’m so sorry to bug you, Mike, but I saw your lights on and, well, I’m locked out next door.” I immediately told him to come in, and he glanced to his right seeing Kathy getting up off the floor with the bedspread tightly clutched to her chest. He again began to apologize for the intrusion.
Kathy began asking a flurry of questions, “Why would they lock you out? Don’t you have a key? I thought you had a big date tonight? How’d that go?”
Being very comfortable with us he explained, “They locked me out because they are assholes. As far as my date, it went just like all the other disaster dates I’ve had recently… I didn’t get laid.”
Kathy chuckled and said, “If you keep thinking you’re going to get laid on every first date, you’re setting yourself up for disappointment, don’tcha think?”
He smiled and replied, “Well yes, but damn it, I’m 22 years old and have had sex four times in my life; and three of those were with the same chick, who insisted that I not only wear a condom, but that I take it very slow so as not to break the condom. Then when I finished, I was to be ultra careful not to even take the condom off unless I was five feet away from her because she said some of it might get on her… Now, does that sound like a wild and satisfying sex life to you?”
My wife and I looked at each other and grinned as if to say, “That was a little more information than we expected.” Kathy jokingly said “Scoot over here; at least I can give you a hug.” Keeping the blanket pulled close to her chest with one arm, she leaned over with her left arm and hugged him saying, “You have your whole life ahead of you stud-man, just stop trying so hard.”
He chuckled replying, “Easy for you to say, you and Mike can bang each other ten times a day if you like.”
She laughed and said, “Married people don’t have sex ten times a month silly,” as she jokingly rolled her eyes at me.
I could tell he had been drinking heavily for two reasons; one, I could smell it from across the room and two; he was in rare form, saying whatever was on his mind. We had known him for quite some time by this point though, so almost no topic was off limits and basically there was no subject we hadn’t spoken to him about before.
Right out of the blue and in pure drunk fashion, he said “You know, I really do have enough common sense to know not to expect to get laid on every first date, at least with a decent chick, but I’ve not been really dating the most moral chicks in the state you know, and hell, I can’t even get a hand job… even a simple hand job would at least keep my balls from aching, and she could still be pure as the driven snow.”
I laughed and said, “I know it’s late, but you’re probably going to stay the night anyway, so let me get you a drink, I think you can use one.” Actually I figured it might tire him out and he would want to go crash on the couch in the basement. Kathy just continued to laugh her hind end off at some of the things he was saying.
I walked to the kitchen and was gone approximately five minutes grabbing three glasses and a bottle of Crown Royal, and as I walked into the bedroom, I heard my wife explaining, “What in the name of good sense makes you think a hand job isn’t sex; she would still feel like she was engaging in a sexual act, and feeling slutty.”
He replied, “But I would be the only one getting off, and, well… Awe hell I don’t know.”
I set the bottle and glasses down on the dresser and jokingly said, “Are you trying to talk my wife into giving you that desperately needed hand job, you sneak, is that what I’m hearing?”
He laughed and replied, “Oh I’m sorry, Mike, we should have told you, our whole plan was to have you go to the kitchen for drinks while Kathy gave me a hand job… Thanks, Kathy, you made my night.”
She laughed and said, “Oh you know me, I thought it was my female duty, felt sorry for ya.”