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 beautiful woman. Let’s face it, how often these days do you see a stunningly pretty 40-year old woman, who is 5′ 2″, curvy with absolutely perfect legs, perfect ass, and an unbelievably beautiful smile?
Now when I say a younger fellow, I mean that my wife was 40 and this young man was 20 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 eighteen, he just felt comfortable around us. His mother had been our neighbor for over fifteen years, but he had lived with his biological father until he was eighteen, moving in next door to be closer to the Polytechnic and to have more freedom.
From first sight, he was utterly in love with my wife, Tolani. Chike was a very brilliant chap with a complete 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 good-looking guy with a muscular build but had been sheltered by his father and stepmother all his life. He didn’t even go to his graduation party because his dad put so many restrictions on the event; 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 sofa in our parlor 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 movie. We were both barely awake as the final movie was ending when suddenly we heard a knock on the glass doors leading from our bedroom to the backyard. 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 a heavy plank from the nightstand on my side of the bed. As I crept towards the door, I saw a silhouette of whom I was quite sure was Chike. I barely opened the window and sure enough, he gave a silly wave and smiled.
Tolani 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, sir, 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 Tolani getting up off the floor with the bedspread tightly clutched to her chest. He again began to apologize for the intrusion.
Tolani began asking a commotion of questions, “Why would they lock you out? Don’t you have a key? I thought you had a big date tonight? How did that go?”
Being very comfortable with us he explained, “They locked me out because they can be annoying. As far as my date, it went just like all the other disaster dates I’ve had recently… I didn’t get laid.”
Tolani 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’t you think?”
He smiled and replied, “Well yes, but damn it, I’m 20 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 slowly so as not to break the condom. Then when I finished, I was to be very 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.” Tolani jokingly said, “Come 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 big-man, just stop trying so hard.”
He chuckled replying, “Easy for you to say, married couples 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, 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 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 sofa. Tolani just continued to laugh her ass 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 brandy, 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… I don’t know.”
I set the bottle and glasses down on the table and jokingly said, “Are you trying to talk my wife into giving you that desperately needed hand job, is that what I’m hearing?”
He laughed and replied, “Oh I’m sorry, we should have told you, our whole plan was to have you go to the kitchen for drinks while Tolani gave me a hand job… Thanks, Tolani, you made my night.”
She laughed and said, “Oh you know me, I thought it was my female duty, felt sorry for ya.”
I returned the joking sarcasm saying, “So basically if I had still been in there for a long time, you might have gotten laid.”
He laughed and replied, “You’re the luckiest man I know, I would give both my feet to have that experience.”
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