Can gorgeous teen Chloe or cute college student Emily win him over?
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My wife Rochelle shut off the 6:15 alarm and started getting dressed. She reminded me, “I’m taking Jonathan to a soccer game after school. We should be home around six.”
I sleepily mumbled, “Okay. Have a nice day.”
“You too, Gerald. See you tonight.”
I volunteered at the museum and didn’t have a set schedule. I usually left home around 8:30 am. I pulled the sheet over my face to block the early morning sun and pondered my situation.
I'd met Emily when I stopped at an antique shop near the museum two months ago. I glanced at the young and attractive blonde several times as I browsed the interesting items. I was quite surprised to see a cannon monkey leaned against the wall. Sometimes they were called ‘ball monkeys’ instead. The large and heavy square plate of brass had 25 hollows bored into it at even intervals, to keep cannon balls in place on the gun deck of a sailing ship. More cannon balls would be stacked on top, forming a pyramid.
I thought it would make an excellent conversation piece in my basement rec room, or a nice decoration for the back patio. I looked at the price and was quite surprised. The person running the shop knew how rare they were and what it was worth.
Emily saw me looking it over quite a while and walked near me. She asked, "Do you know what it is?"
"Yes, it's a cannon monkey. I like it, but the price is a bit steep."
She said, "My grandfather tells a story about a ship sailing in the far north carrying some Arctic explorers, Fred Cook's expedition, I think. In the cold, the brass monkey and the iron cannon balls shrank at different rates. When it got down to 35 below, a stack of cannon balls came loose and scattered all over the deck. They discovered 35 below is..."
I'd heard the story before and finished it with her, "...cold enough to freeze the balls off a brass monkey. Hahahaha!" She blushed as she laughed, and I thought she was terribly cute.
She told me she was a literature major, planning on a minor in history. She worked at her grandparent’s antique shop when she had time between classes, Tuesday and Thursday afternoons.
I bought the cannon monkey and returned to the shop on Tuesday afternoons to browse and chat with her. I loved my wife Rochelle and thought I'd never cheat, but Emily was amusing and quite tempting. I started fantasizing about her as I made love to my wife.
I was hopeful, but thought it unlikely she’d be into my secret fetish, female domination. I imagined kneeling on the floor as she commanded me to lick her. The thought of begging her to ride me as I sat between her feet was supremely arousing. I started getting hard again as I thought about it.
I knew my wife Rochelle loved me, and she’d given me a son, but as she aged she was losing her visual appeal. Her only hint of dominance was, “Don’t forget to put your dirty clothes in the laundry basket.” In bed, most of the time she just lays there. Other than our Chloe-inspired shower, most of the excitement was gone.
Emily has breasts half the size of Chloe’s and a much less curvy backside, but she’d be more than enough to satisfy me. I’d be happy to chat with her for months on end. At age 22 instead of 19, Emily is much more mature and vastly more knowledgeable than Chloe.
Without a doubt, Chloe has a very sexy body and pretty face. She’s a nice girl but talks with her seem to quickly descend into the land of beer parties and fart jokes. She doesn’t have the knowledge or mentality to follow most of my best stories. I have no doubt screwing her would be amazing, though.
I usually visited Emily at the antique shop on Tuesdays, but the next day was Thursday and I knew she’d be working. I debated whether I should bring her flowers or another small gift and invite her on a date. If it went well, I could make up some conference or meeting out of town as an excuse to be away.
I suddenly remembered my wedding anniversary was on the coming Saturday. I was losing interest in my wife, but wasn’t going to be a total jackass and cheat on our anniversary. I still cared for her, and she didn’t deserve that. Instead of visiting Emily, on Thursday I’d go to a jewelry store and buy some earrings for my wife.
After a bit more sleep, I saw the clock showing 8:03 and decided it was time for breakfast.
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I’d woken up at 6 am to make them breakfast. After Mrs. Anderson and her son left for school, I decided to get some more sleep before cleaning up the house. I was finally starting to doze off when I heard a car door close and looked out the window. I saw Jerry sitting in his hot red convertible. He revved the engine a couple times and the sound was high pitched, not like most cars. I liked it a lot. I thought he looked handsome in his suit as he backed out and drove away.
I laid down for a few more minutes and heard an awful racket. The gardener was trying to start the lawn mower. It would go for maybe ten seconds then quit. The noise was annoying, but I thought his dark tan and big arms were kind of hot. He leaned over to work on the mower, and I could see his butt crack at the top of his jeans. Most guys look gross that way, but he was sexy. His butt muscles are just the kind I like to squeeze.
I tickled and rubbed my kitty as I watched him. I was feeling great and almost there when he got the mower to work. He drove it out of sight and started mowing the front lawn, where I couldn’t see him. Dang it! It was obvious why Mrs. Anderson liked him.
I got dressed, then thought about what I should do to make Jerry like me as I cleaned up the kitchen. Him seeing me nearly naked in their bedroom didn’t work. Letting him stare at my mouth when I smoked didn’t work either. He didn’t even go for it when I had him put away my underwear and I asked him to kiss me. Most guys would have been all over me!
She had told me he didn’t like women dressing sleazy, but that didn’t make any sense. Guys love that! For a second I wondered if maybe he was gay, but he had a kid with his wife. This morning she whispered and told me they did it in the shower last night, so for sure he’s not gay. I wondered if asking him to put sunscreen on me would work? That was how I got my last boyfriend. I figured it was worth a try.
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As I got home from the museum, Chloe was walking out to the pool in one of her skimpy bikinis. She waved and shouted, “Can you help me a minute?” She sat on a lounger and held up a bottle of sunscreen as I got there. “I can’t reach my back. Would you put some on, so I don’t burn?” I could see the shape of her nipples and vulva through the thin yellow fabric until she rolled over.
Rochelle and Jonathan wouldn’t be home for hours. It was an obvious ploy to get me excited, but I knew I could control myself. I decided to have a little fun and feel part of her beautiful body. “I don’t mind. Sunburns can be painful and lead to skin cancer or other problems. We don’t want that.”
I poured the cool suntan lotion into my hand, then started rubbing it on her shoulders and the back of her neck. I admired her lovely, rounded buttocks and her pretty hair as I moved down her back slowly. She reached behind herself and pulled the string on her top, untying the knot. She smiled and said, “Don’t want a string in the way.”
I poured some more sunscreen into my hand and took my time finishing her back. I enjoyed feeling her smooth warm skin. She let out a happy moan as I neared her bikini bottoms. I held the string and tied it for her as I said, “I’m sure you can reach the rest. You might want to put on something else before Jonathan gets home. I wouldn’t want you being embarrassed.”
She sputtered a moment. “But… uh… thanks.” She was clearly disappointed as I walked in the house.
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Chloe met me at the front door and said, “We need to talk.” I followed her out to the guest house. “I keep trying so hard, but he still doesn’t like me! What can I do?” She had tears forming at the corners of her eyes. “When I do sexy stuff, most guys are like lions looking at raw meat! No matter what I try, he doesn’t like me!”
I hugged her and patted her back gently. “He likes you, Chloe. He really does. He just needs to get to know you first. He’s a mature man who thinks before he does things, not some high school boy who’ll obey whatever his dick tells him. You’ve only been here two days. You don’t need to screw him tonight or tomorrow. Another week or two is fine. Take it easy.”
She sniffled. “Thanks. I’m glad you’re so nice to me. I just don’t know what I’m going to do.”
I had a sneaky idea. “If you find his tablet and he’s not around, check what websites he’s been going to. I think if you see what kind of… movies he’s been watching, it will give you some ideas.”
“If he watched ‘Mission Impossible’ or ‘Spiderman’, how does that help me?”
I chuckled. “No, no, porn movies. If you find out what kind of porn he likes, maybe it will give you some ideas.”
She seemed shocked. “PORN! He’s a nice guy! I don’t think he would watch that stuff!”
“You’re so sweet and naïve. Most guys watch porn, even the good ones. Take your time and he’ll come around. Go fix your makeup before dinner.”
On our 18th anniversary a few days later, Gerald got a cake and gave me a pair of earrings. We had a little party with the family after dinner. I had no doubt the large diamonds in the earrings had cost quite a bit, but he didn’t do anything that was actually romantic. He didn’t take me anywhere and didn’t even get flowers or champagne. He kissed me once but gave no sign he wanted to make love to me. When he got in bed, I rolled away and silently cried myself to sleep.