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Finding Out About Mr. M (Part 1)

A frustrated wife can't stop thinking about her new neighbor

Chapter 1 – People Change.

Jen sat at the kitchen table with a visibly disgusted look on her face. Her contempt had been a long time in the making. Seventeen years, in fact. Something happened to her husband after their third year of marriage. He suddenly seemed to stop giving a shit about everything in his life, but most noticeably, he stopped caring about his appearance. Tom was a handsome, fit guy when they first started dating. He had a thick head of brown hair, muscles everywhere, and a very low body fat percentage to match. The twenty-five-year-old stud had stamina for days and could get Jen going just by taking his shirt off, but things slowly began to change. His healthy diet was replaced by fast food, his gym routine was ousted by video games and hours of watching TV, and his sexy five o’clock shadow was swapped out for a rough, ragged-looking beard. His thick hair was now thin and straggly. Sure, some things weren’t under his control. People’s hair thinned as they aged and Jen couldn’t fault him for that, but it was a combination of everything. This current forty-seven-year-old version of her husband didn’t even slightly resemble the twenty-five-year-old man she fell in love with.

Crunch ... crunch ... crunch...

God, it was so gross. The way he ate drove her insane. His mouth was always open and it felt like a lack of common courtesy to her. Nobody wants to hear you chew your food! Close your goddamn mouth! She just wanted to scream!

Crunch ... crunch ... crunch...

Cereal. Why was he eating cereal? She showed him how to make smoothies in her blender years ago. All the ingredients were in the refrigerator and they were so easy to make. Kale, tomatoes, celery, throw in some fruit, add a little water, and blend it all up. It was a perfectly healthy, nutritious breakfast. But no, Tom was eating junk-food cereal which he specifically bought for himself, just like he did every morning.

Crunch ... crunch ... crunch...

It was like he was chewing that loud on purpose just to bug her. And ... oh my God! He had milk in his already gross, repulsive looking beard! She turned her attention to her coffee on the table to hide her disgust. She never would’ve imagined this being her husband two decades ago.

Tom had a job in construction. He didn’t make a lot of money but money was never important to Jen. She valued personality, loyalty, and how a man could make her feel over finances. And Tom had all those things in the beginning. He was responsible, enjoyable to talk to, and his body could make her melt just by looking at it. He never was the most fun or creative guy in the world, but he was the most mature and loyal of her post-college boyfriends. She knew his looks wouldn’t necessarily stay the same twenty years down the road, but she hadn’t expected his personality to change the way it had. He just wasn’t enjoyable to be around anymore. He never made time to talk or ask about her day, he put off real responsibilities for selfish pleasures, and he spent his days glued to his phone or playing Xbox in the basement. Even now as he ate his cereal, his left hand was busy playing with his iPhone on the oak kitchen table. Twenty years ago they would’ve at least been having a conversation over breakfast. Now, they weren’t even looking at each other.

“Hey, Mom.”

The brunette mother didn’t have a problem being the family’s primary breadwinner. She was an RN and made close to double her husband’s salary. There wasn’t any resentment or loss of respect over their financial differences. She had friends who had issues with their own careers outearning their husbands but Jen never looked at it as ‘her money’ or ‘his money.’ She saw it as ‘their money.’ They were a team. The entire point of a marriage was to help each other out, but Tom wasn’t doing that. There was no sex, no stimulation, and nothing he did caused her to want to be in his presence.

“Hey, Mom!”

Jen loved giving head and she loved to please, but this man caused her to be disgusted by the idea of sticking his dick in her mouth. Where to start? There was his disgusting beer belly, his lack of grooming downstairs, and that awful, winded sucking sound he made whenever they attempted something sexual. He had such incredibly low stamina that receiving a blowjob was exhausting for him. And his borderline nonexistent sex drive made those encounters few and far between. But, the most bizarre part of it all was she still tried. She still attempted to give him oral sex because she wanted to please him, but it was like he wasn’t interested.

The forty-four-year-old mother of one didn’t look like she did in college, but she worked hard to keep herself together. She had toned legs, a slim figure, and an impressive bust to boot. She was proud of her appearance. Healthy eating, a solid gym-going habit, and lots of hiking and yoga was her lifestyle. She was very fit and noticed plenty of guys checking her out wherever she went. This especially occurred at the gym. Younger guys, older guys, married men, single players ... it didn’t matter. They all made time to at least look at her, or to go out of their way to talk to her. It had grown to the point where she felt embarrassed to be seen in public with her husband. Not like that was a major problem. Tom would never leave the house if it was up to him.

“Mom!”

Jen turned her head to the left to see her eighteen-year-old daughter sitting down at the table with a meal replacement bar in hand.

“Oh, hey, honey,” Jen smiled.

Ashley curiously observed her mother while unwrapping her breakfast. “What’s going on with you?”

“Nothing,” she smiled again. “Just thinking...”

“Dad,” Ashley said as she acknowledged her father.

“Hey,” Tom responded with his eyes still glued down on his phone.

Just like her mother, Ashley had long brown hair and striking brown eyes. She was quite the looker and received her fair share of attention from the boys at her high school. She had a very close relationship with her mom. It was more of a best-friends type of vibe than one of a typical mother-daughter rapport. She had to go to her for her problems and needs since Dad didn’t seem to take too much of an interest in her personal life, but that was how guys were, she guessed. Maybe things would’ve been different if she was a boy. She really didn’t have too much in common with her father, but she didn’t allow that to bother her the way she had in the past.

“My soccer game is at five,” Ashley announced. “You guys are coming, right?”

“I’ll be there,” Jen nodded.

Tom continued to play with his phone. “Me too.”

“Okay, cool,” the brunette teen smiled. “I’m gonna get going to school. See ya later!”

“Have a good day, sweetheart!” Jen told her daughter as she watched her walk away.

Tom raised his hand in the air and gave a quick wave, once again not moving his eyes from his phone.

...

“Mom! Come here!”

Jen left her seat and scurried toward her daughter’s voice. The front door was open and Ashley was standing out on the concrete pathway. “What is it?”

The teen pointed next door.

“Holy shit,” Jen laughed. “Wow, they actually sold it.”

“Didn’t you say it would be for sale forever?” her daughter asked. “That it was way overpriced?”

Jen nodded. “I thought it would be. I wonder if they got the asking price.”

Their neighbors had put their house up for sale fourteen months ago. Even in this super hot seller’s real estate market, Jen couldn’t believe how much they were asking. And to be honest, she really didn’t want them to move. The Tappins were perfect neighbors. They were an older couple who mostly kept to themselves. There was no noise, no disturbances, and they were extremely nice whenever they encountered one another. Part of her dreaded their potential new neighbors. Screaming kids, loud music, or constant partying. She was positive about one thing. And that was whoever was moving in, they weren’t going to be as great as the Tappins.

“Who do you think is moving in?” the teen asked.

“No idea,” she answered.

“Hopefully someone cute,” Ashley smirked.

Jen rolled her eyes. “Is your boyfriend aware of your boy-crazy ways?”

“Hey,” Ashley grinned, “there’s nothing wrong with looking.”

“There certainly isn’t,” Jen agreed. She wouldn’t mind having some eye candy around. She definitely didn’t have anything to look at in her house. Maybe some cute high school boy wouldn’t be the world’s worst neighbor.

“Oh my God!” her daughter stated dramatically. “What if Ryan Gosling moved in?”

Jen burst out into laughter. “What?”

“How awesome would that be?” Ashley smiled while continuing to stare at their neighbor’s house.

“What would Ryan Gosling be doing buying a house in upstate New York?”

“I don’t know,” Ashley answered, “maybe he likes the mountains and the wilderness. Or maybe he’s in love with me...”

Jen laughed.

“ ... and he needs to be in my presence so he bought the house next door. And we’re going to start dating and fall in love, and we’re going to get married...”

“Quite the imagination there, kiddo,” the older brunette laughed.

“Hey, a girl can dream...” Ashley smirked. “Okay, so if Ryan Gosling moves in next door, I have permission to date him, right?”

She nodded with a slight smirk. “Yeah, I think I’ll take my chances with that one...”

“So, who’s your guy?”

Jen raised her eyebrows. “What?”

“You have one guy to be able to do anything with if he moves in next door,” Ashley told her. “Who’s it gonna be?”

She debated with herself for a moment. “Pierce Brosnan.”

Ashley furrowed her brow. “Who?”

“Who!?” Jen surprisingly asked. “Are you serious?”

“Never heard of him,” the teen told her mother. “Is he an actor or something?”

“Oh my God...” Jen groaned as she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. “He was super popular in the 90’s.”

“Jesus...” Ashley laughed. “What is he like, sixty?”

“Sixty-four. Here,” she told her while holding out her phone.

“Woah!” Ashley smiled as she peered at the screen. “Yeah ... I’d get some of that...”

“Oh my God!” Jen laughed. “You’d get some of that?”

“Absolutely...” she purred. “He was James Bond?”

The mom nodded. “Yep. He was the best one too.”

“Oh yeah,” Ashley told her as she continued to scroll through the pictures with her finger, “I’m all over that. Oh wait, I’m sorry, I’m sorry ... I forgot; he’s yours. I get Ryan Gosling and you get Pierce Brosnan. Deal?” she asked with her hand extended.

Jen smirked as she accepted her daughter’s handshake. “You got yourself a deal.”

“Alright, I gotta get going. I’ll see you at my game later.”

“Have a good day, baby!” she shouted while watching Ashley hustle to her car. She turned back to her neighbor’s house and grinned. Ryan Gosling, Pierce Brosnan, or just someone who gave the slightest of shits about their personal appearance would be a godsend at this point. She had no intentions of cheating, but her daughter was right. There’s nothing wrong with looking.

Chapter 2 – Meet the New Neighbor.

Forty-two days later. October 27th. 5:43 PM.

Jen was enjoying a novel on her Kindle while she relaxed on the swing in the backyard. She felt an urge to enjoy every second of the remaining fall weather before an early winter storm rolled through next week. The forecasters were already calling for six to eight inches of snow and it wasn’t even November! But it was sixty-two degrees out today, she had on a pair of black yoga pants and a purple tank top, and the entire backyard was hers. That wasn’t much of a surprise though. Tom ran downstairs after work to play some new video game he bought on the way home. Her contempt for him had been growing by the day for the last decade, but it’d become exponentially worse over the past week.

She’d tried hard to look for redeeming qualities in him over the past month but she just couldn’t find any. In fact, she found herself becoming jealous of her friend’s relationships. Sure, some of them were with assholes, but at least they had their shit together. The idea of Tom being an in-shape asshole with a high sex drive had become a fantasy. Hell, she didn’t even need him to be in good shape at this point. She would kill to watch the sliding glass door open to the backyard, see him waddle in her direction, feel him grab a handful of her hair, and drag her into the bedroom for a long overdue pounding. She wasn’t even asking to be seduced or talked to. She just needed to be fucked properly. And as disgusting as her husband was to her physically, she would be more than willing to let him have his way with her if it resulted in some great sex. She desperately needed it.

The sliding glass door opened.

It certainly wasn’t her dream guy. It was Ashley.

“Mom!”

“Hey,” Jen said as she peeked up from her tablet.

The teen pointed over at their neighbor’s house. “Movers are here!”

Jen stood up with a smirk and followed her daughter into the house, through the kitchen and living room, and out the front door. There she saw a moving truck with what appeared to be college-aged boys unloading furniture and boxes.

“Did you get a look at anyone?” Jen asked.

Ashley shook her head. “Just the guys from the moving place. There’s a black BMW parked in the street though.”

Jen attempted to look but couldn’t see anything.

“The trucks blocking your view,” Ashley told her. “You know who would drive a BMW though? I’ll give you a hint. His name starts with an R.”

She shook her head. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll buy you a BMW if Ryan Gosling is our neighbor...”

“Me and Ryan...” the brunette teen smirked, “cruisin’ in my BMW...”

Jen shyly glanced down as she noticed one of the twenty-something-year-old guys smile at them before jumping into the moving truck to retrieve another box.

“I think that one was for you,” Ashley teased her mom. “You want me to introduce you?”

Jen rolled her eyes.

“That’s all!” one of the movers shouted. Minutes later, several men piled into the moving truck while three others loaded themselves into a car which was parked behind the black BMW in the street.

“Come on,” Jen told her daughter, “let’s go say hi.”

The two girls walked over the grass and onto their neighbor’s driveway before journeying the pathway which led to the front door. Before Jen could reach out to ring the doorbell, her daughter turned and caught her attention. “Should we have brought something? Like a housewarming gift or food?”

“Shit...” Jen groaned. “Umm ... maybe ... ah, it’s too late now. I’ll make cookies or something tomorrow.”

The door suddenly opened before either girl could reach for the doorbell. A man was standing in front of them with a curious look on his face. “Hi.”

“Hell ... hello,” Ashley smiled. “We came over to say hi.”

Their new neighbor continued to give them an inquisitive look.

“We ... we live next door,” Jen told him, pointing at the house to the right. She couldn’t believe she felt nervous. It wasn’t from meeting their new neighbor. That wasn’t a big deal. It was his appearance that was making her giddy. The mystery man’s brown hair was styled in falling quiff cut, his face was chiseled and defined with the start of a five o’clock shadow, and his blue eyes were striking. Jen felt her daughter reach out and lightly elbow her and she knew exactly what Ashley was referring to. Their new neighbor had a striking resemblance to a forty-something-year-old Pierce Brosnan.

“Oh, hey, neighbors. I’m Ryan.”

Ashley turned to her mother and smiled. Jen shot her a quick grin back before looking straight-ahead at their strikingly handsome neighbor once again.

“I’m Jen,” the mom introduced herself, “and this is my daughter, Ashley. We just wanted to come over and say hi.”

Ryan smiled at the two girls. “Well, it’s nice to meet you both. Fortunately, I’m off from work for the next few days so I have some time to sort this stuff out,” he told them as he stepped aside to reveal dozens of large boxes behind him in a mostly empty living room.

“What do you do for work?” Jen asked.

“I’m a financial adviser,” he answered in a deep, captivating voice, “but the real question is, what do you do for work?” he asked as he turned his attention to Ashley.

“Me?” the teen asked.

He nodded.

“On the weekends I sometimes work at my friend’s mom’s dog grooming business, but I don’t have a lot of time with school, and soccer, and stuff.”

“You want to make some money?” the new neighbor asked.

“Umm ... yeah. How?”

Ryan pointed at the stacks of boxes behind him. “I could use some help unpacking.”

“Totally,” Ashley smiled before looking at her mom. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah ... I don’t see why not,” Jen answered. “Now?”

Ryan nodded again.

“Let’s get started!” Ashley smiled before squeezing past their new neighbor and letting herself into his house.

Five hours later...

Jen was lying on the couch with her Kindle, compulsively checking her phone for the hundredth time. She’d texted her daughter every thirty minutes to make sure everything was okay. Jen was too trusting at times. Sure, this new guy seemed nice, but she didn’t know anything about him. And while Ashley had immediately responded to every one of her texts, five hours had gone by. Maybe she needed to go over and check on the two of them.

She suddenly heard the front door open.

“Hey, Mom!” Ashley greeted her mother with a big smile as she strolled into the living room. “Guess how much I made?”

“How much?”

“Two hundred dollars!” she smiled as she held up two crisp one hundred dollar bills.

“Two hundred dollars!” Jen shouted. “Are you serious? Jeez, I should’ve offered to help.”

Ashley took a seat in the recliner next to the couch her mother was lying on. “And can we talk about our new neighbor for a second?”

Jen sat up with a smirk before looking at her daughter. Tom had gone to sleep almost an hour ago so there wasn’t any need to keep their voices down. Playing video games for four straight hours was quite the exhausting lifestyle after all. Sometimes she wondered if she was married to a forty-seven-year-old man or one of her daughter’s boyfriends. Well, at least her daughter’s boyfriends would be giving her the proper sexual attention. She opened her mouth to say something but Ashley quickly cut her off.

“Oh, my fuckin’ God!”

“Ashley!” Jen raised her eyebrows. Her voice had a mix of scolding and surprise to it.

“Mom!” Ashley smiled. “He’s so sexy!”

Jen looked away from her daughter and did her best not to smile. Ashley definitely wasn’t wrong.

“Okay, he looks just like Pierce Brosnan and his name is Ryan! Ryan! Isn’t that crazy? He’s like a combination of our dream guys. And once we got inside, he took off his sweatshirt. Mom ... Oh my God! You wouldn’t believe the body he has!”

Jen turned back to her daughter and grinned. “Really?”

The high school senior nodded. “His sweatshirt was bulky but you could tell he was in good shape with it on, but when it came off,” the teen bit her lip, “oh my God...”

Jen had plenty of girl talks with her daughter. They talked about boyfriends, random guys, sexual questions, but this was new. They’d never gawked over the same man before. “Lots of muscles?”

Ashley nodded once again. “Muscles, veins, and when he lifted a box over his head ... I saw abs. Abs, Mom!”

“Abs?”

“Sexy, yummy, glorious, abs,” the young brunette purred. “He’s forty-five and he has abs! And hair like that! Mom, I gotta be honest with you ... I think I’m in love...”

Jen raised her eyebrows at her daughter as Ashley started laughing.

“I’m just kidding. But not about how sexy he is. He’s crazy good-looking and super nice. And he told me he’s single and has never been married. How’s that possible?”

“Sounds like a playboy to me,” Jen told her. “You want to avoid those guys, sweetheart. They’re just looking to use girls.”

“He could use me all he wants...” Ashley grinned.

“Ashley! Seriously? Do I need to worry about this?”

She shot her mother a smile. “Relax, Mom! I’m just kidding. Anyway, I think you’re the one I need to be worried about.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, you,” Ashley told her. “Your dream guy’s twin is living next door.”

“I’m a married woman,” she announced as she turned her attention to whatever show was playing on the television. She hadn’t glanced at the TV in hours but was desperately trying to prevent her daughter from seeing any potential cracks on her face.

“I know...” Ashley agreed, “and there’s nothing wrong with looking...”

“There certainly isn’t...” Jen smiled as she slowly turned back to her daughter, “and I’m going to be doing a lot of looking!”

Ashley laughed along with her mother. “He actually offered me a cleaning job.”

“Cleaning?”

“Yeah,” she told her mother. “Once a week I’d go over there and clean his house.”

“You? Cleaning?” Jen laughed.

“I know, I know ... but, if he paid me forty bucks an hour to unpack his stuff, imagine the pay for vacuuming and doing his laundry!”

“Wait, you’re gonna do it?” she asked.

“Absolutely,” Ashley answered. “It’s an easy gig and where else am I going to make that kind of money in cash?”

Jen smiled to herself as a few moments of silence passed. “Abs and muscles?”

Ashley stood up with a chuckle before giving her mom a hug. “Lots and lots of muscles. Goodnight, Mom.”

“Goodnight, baby,” Jen told her. Suddenly, she was in the mood for some action.

Five minutes later...

“Tom ... Tom ... Tom!”

The sound of snoring was the only response.

She pinched her husband’s nose closed and waited a few seconds. Tom’s head shot up and quickly looked around the bedroom. “Jen?”

“Yeah...” she answered.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

“I need Daddy to take care of me,” she playfully purred into his ear.

“Jesus Christ, Jen,” the overweight husband shook his head. “Really? With the daddy stuff again?”

“What?” she asked. “It’s hot.”

He shook his head again. “No, it’s not. It’s weird.”

“Come on...” she whined. “Daddy’s little girl has been very bad.”

“You’re my forty-four-year-old wife,” Tom told her. “You’re not a little girl.”

Jen bit her lip and flashed her husband an innocent, shy look.

“Just go to bed, alright?” he told her.

She leaned in closer and pressed her mouth directly against his ear. “You can do whatever you want to me.”

“Whatever?” Tom asked.

“Whatever,” Jen grinned.

‘Whatever’ was Jen’s answer because she had no intention of having sex with Tom tonight. Well, physically, Tom would be the one in the room, but in her mind, it would be Ryan. His gorgeous face, his deep, smooth voice, and that body her daughter described to her. Tonight, Jen was going to get fucked by the stud next door.

She watched her husband throw the blankets off himself and quickly position his body over hers. She immediately felt the pressure of his heavy weight.

“How about you get behind me?” Jen asked as she struggled for breath.

“I thought you said whatever I want?”

She rolled her eyes and attempted to push his body up slightly to give herself room to breathe. She hated everything about missionary sex. How vanilla it was, the lack of surprises, and the fact she had to stare into her husband’s face. The latter was probably the least charming part of the entire experience.

“I’m gonna give it to you real good,” Tom grinned as he struggled to pull down his boxer shorts. He finally completed the task and slid inside his wife.

Jen never had a problem with Tom’s penis size. He wasn’t big, but he was more than adequate to get the job done. Other than his appearance, her problem with him since his substantial weight gain was how he fucked. It was slow, boring, and usually done in less than thirty seconds. She wanted to be ravished. She wanted some powerful, strong man to slam her against the wall and slap her ass so hard it stung. She wanted to be forced to crawl around on her hands and knees with a leash around her neck. She just wanted someone to use and dominate her in the bedroom.

Was she really asking for that much? Don’t guys love porn? So why couldn’t her husband just do some porn stuff to her? Pull her hair, spit in her face, make her drink his cum out of a glass. Her list of kinks and fetishes had exploded since she turned forty but she didn’t have anyone to explore them with. Maybe Tom needed to be led. Maybe she had to take charge of the situation.

“Fuck your little girl.”

Tom pretended to ignore his wife as he gave her another light pump.

“God!” Jen let out an exaggerated moan. “Your cock is so big, Daddy!”

He responded with an audible huff. His wife’s role-playing wasn’t turning him on.

Jen looked into her husband’s eyes. “I want you to cum on my face.”

“Stop,” Tom said.

“What?”

“Stop,” he repeated. “Just stop talking, okay?”

“But—”

“But nothing, Jen!” he interrupted. “I’m not your daddy, you aren’t my little girl, and I’m not cumming on my wife’s face! Just stop!”

“Nooo...” she whined. “Come on...”

Tom shook his head. He pulled out of her and rolled back over to his side of the bed.

“One time!” she begged. “Just once! Just give me what I want and I won’t ask for it again!”

He gave her an annoyed look. “One time of doing what?”

“I want you to get behind me,” Jen started, “and pull my hair while you fuck me as hard as you can. I want you to call me whatever you want, I want you to slap me around, and I just want to ... I just ... I just want to feel used! Anything you’ve ever seen in porn that you want to try is fair game! I’m literally up for anything! You want to cum on the floor, grab me by my hair, and make me slurp it up? Go ahead and do it!”

Tom had a repulsed look on his face. “Jen, oh my God!”

“What?” she asked.

“What? What!? Are you serious? What kind of sick, disgusting stuff are you talking about? I would never make you do something like that!”

“But, I want to do it!” she loudly stated.

He slowly shook his head. “Maybe you should talk to someone.”

“What? Talk to who?”

“Like a therapist or something,” Tom told her. “This isn’t normal.”

“Not normal? Not normal!? Not normal is barely having sex and when we do, doing it in fuckin’ missionary. God, I fuckin’ hate missionary!!!”

“Keep your voice down,” Tom whispered. “And since when do you hate missionary? You’ve never said anything.”

“Why do I have to say something?” she asked with a frustrated tone to her voice. “Why can’t you just know? Why can’t you just ... be ... be a man?”

“Be a man? I am a man, Jen. What I wasn’t aware of was the fact that I was married to a fuckin’ slut...”

Her eyes bulged at his last comment. ‘A fuckin’ slut?’ Tom never swore. And he especially never called her names. Maybe she had something going here...

“I’m a dirty little slut,” she grinned. There was a fire in her husband’s eyes which she hadn’t seen in a long, long time. She could tell that questioning his masculinity had really bothered him. She knew she had him close.

Tom opened his mouth.

Demand I suck your cock. No! Don’t demand it! Just grab my hair and fuck my face until I can’t breathe! Cum in your hand and make me lick it clean! Just do something kinky for once in your life!!!

“Fine,” Tom huffed. “If you want me behind you ... then okay ... I guess,” he told her as he pointed at the mattress.

Yes! Oh my God! Finally! Something other than missionary!

She wanted to get spanked, she wanted to feel her neck snapped back, she wanted to do all the things those sexy, little porn girls had done to them in the x-rated movies she’d become all too familiar with over the past decade. And all those amateur videos she saw of couples doing wild stuff? She wanted in on it! Tom was never going to look like the man she wanted to fuck, but he could still fuck her like a man. This was it! This was the turning point in her miserable marriage! She wasn’t going to be sexually deprived any longer! She quickly positioned herself on her hands and knees and felt her husband slowly slide inside her before taking a short, quick pump. It was followed by another timid, weak thrust. This isn’t what she wanted.

“Fuck me.”

His pace didn’t change.

“Fuck me, Tom!” she demanded.

“I am,” he responded.

“No, you’re not,” she huffed. “Fuckin ... just fuckin’ give it to me!!!”

Tom responded with a light slap against her toned, plump butt cheek. She barely felt it. In fact, the thuds from his big, hanging stomach pressing against her backside were far harsher.

Jen was on her knees with her butt in the air and her head resting against her hands, bored out of her mind as her husband did his best to play out her fantasy. There was no use in doing this anymore. She was never going to get what she wanted or needed out of him. She quietly waited for him to finish before feeling several spurts of cum land on her butt and lower back. She silently walked into the hallway bathroom to clean herself off.

She was strong enough to handle this. Plenty of men and women were probably stuck in shitty marriages. There was no reason to feel sorry for herself. She...

She started to cry.

Jen turned the wall fan on to drown out the sound of her sobbing. Why was she like this? Why couldn’t she just be happy? She had a beautiful daughter, an enjoyable career, a nice home, friends, and a husband who didn’t cheat or abuse her. She should be thankful for all of that. But the one thing she wanted ... no ... the one thing she needed, she couldn’t get. Maybe it was time to try getting it elsewhere. Even during all these awful years of being trapped in a dead-bedroom marriage, Jen only ever tried to change herself and her husband. She never considered trying to find what she needed elsewhere. There were so many options. There were so many guys who’d be up for giving her what she wanted but it still didn’t feel right. Cheating on the man she promised to stay loyal to wasn’t something she could just do on a whim. She needed to really think about it. Jen just needed to think...

Chapter 3 – Finding Out About Mr. M.

Crunch ... crunch ... crunch...

Jen sat alone at the kitchen table but she could still hear that horrific grinding sound which usually came from the now-empty seat across from her.

Crunch ... crunch ... crunch...

Tom traded shifts with his coworker so he didn’t have to be at work until 2 PM today. He never missed an opportunity to sleep in so why could she still feel his presence at the table? There wasn’t an overweight, antisocial recluse sitting across from her on this fall morning. And not only could she still hear him, but she could feel him. She could still feel the soft, timid, passionless sex from the night before. She didn’t even have an opportunity to let Ryan seep into her mind during her time with Tom last night.

She didn’t know anything about her neighbor other than how he looked, but she couldn’t help but feel like she knew him. She could picture the way he moved and operated in the bedroom. She could visualize his love for rough sex and all kinds of kinky fetishes. She could just tell from their brief exchange yesterday. There was a certain vibe which resonated from the mature, successful, good-looking man next door. His presence created a powerful energy. Jen had been around those types of guys before. She would occasionally encounter them at the gym or while out running errands. They’re the type of men who knew what they wanted and went for it. Those same guys hit on her despite seeing the wedding ring on her finger. And why should they care? They saw a woman they wanted; so they went for it. And receiving attention from those types of men was the highest of compliments.

“Hey, Mom.”

“Hey, sweetie,” Jen greeted her daughter. “Someone’s up early for once...”

Ashley opened the refrigerator door and dug around inside for ingredients. She re-emerged with two handfuls of fruits and vegetables in assorted bags for a morning smoothie. “I know. Couldn’t really sleep. Where’s Dad?”

“He’s working late today,” Jen answered. “How are things going with your boyfriend, by the way? I feel like we haven’t talked about Mike in a while.”

Ashley began piling kale into the blender before dropping several frozen strawberries in with it. “Umm ... good ... I guess.”

“Uh-oh.”

She shot her mother a look. “Uh-oh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

“‘I guess’ is never good,” Jen told her before taking a sip of her coffee. “At least in my experience.”

“Well ... I just ... I don’t know. Maybe we shouldn’t talk about it.”

Jen had a confused expression on her face as a result of her daughter’s most recent comment. “Excuse me?”

Ashley dropped a small pile of carrots, tomatoes, and blueberries into the blender and fastened the lid after adding some water. “I know we talk about pretty much everything but this is kinda personal.”

“That’s what I’m here for, baby,” Jen told her before pausing to allow Ashley to run the blender. When she finished liquefying her breakfast, Jen continued. “I’m here to talk about anything with you. Anything you need. I’m your mother. That’s my job.”

Ashley carried her smoothie over to the kitchen table and sat in her father’s usual seat, directly across from her mother. “I know, but ... it’s ... I don’t know...”

“Baby,” Jen stated softly, “you can tell me anything. I’ve been around the block a time or two. I can help.”

The eighteen-year-old brunette took a sip of her breakfast before looking up at her mom. “Okay ... but you can’t say a word to anyone.”

“Who am I gonna tell?” Jen asked with a slight smile.

Ashley took a deep breath. “Mike ... Mike is ... is just so ... I don’t know ... passive.”

“Passive?”

“Yeah,” Ashley told her mom, “passive. Like, he never initiates anything.”

“Like how?”

The high school senior took another deep breath. “So, let’s say we go for a walk. He never holds my hand. I mean, he’ll hold it, but I have to be the one to reach out and take his hand. Once I do, he’ll hold it, but he never just takes it.”

Jen inventively stared at her daughter.

“And like, if we want to go somewhere to eat ... oh! This just happened last weekend! So I asked him what restaurant he wants to go to and he tells me...”

“That he doesn’t care?” Jen asked, interrupting her.

Ashley’s mouth dropped. “Yeah! How’d you know that!?”

She let out a light laugh and motioned with her finger for her daughter to continue her story.

“Okay, so he tells me he doesn’t care. But it wasn’t just with the restaurant. It’s like that with everything. He’s always fine with doing whatever I want. At first, I thought it was a good thing. You know, that we can always go to the places I want and do the things I want to do...”

“But sometimes you want him to lead you?” Jen asked.

“Exactly!” Ashley loudly stated.

Jen nodded. “Honey, he’s never going to change.”

“He isn’t?”

The mom shook her head. “Listen, and you can NEVER repeat this to your father.”

“I swear,” Ashley stated.

“I still care about your dad,” Jen told her, “and I always will, but there were a few signs I look back on and realized I missed. Either that or I just refused to see them when they were right in front of me.”

“Like what?” the teen asked. She knew her parents’ marriage wasn’t exactly smooth sailing. They rarely talked or even made eye contact with each other, but at least they were still together. And that was better than most of her friend’s parents who had seemingly all divorced over the past five or so years.

“Dad’s a laid-back guy,” Jen continued. “You know that. He pretty much just goes with the flow. And while that’s nice in a lot of aspects, it really sucks in others. When we started dating, he was the same as your boyfriend. Sure, we clicked. Sure, he had his shit together unlike most of the other guys his age, or any age really, but I was always the one taking the lead. And I’m not talking financially. The whole, ‘men need to outearn women thing’ is nonsense and outdated. That was your grandparents' biggest concern when we started dating and especially when we decided to get married. That I wasn’t marrying some wealthy guy with a prestigious job.”

“I don’t care about money,” Ashley chimed in after taking another sip of her breakfast. “I plan on being more than capable of supporting myself and I don’t expect a guy to provide for me. I’m fine as long as he’s doing something to contribute.”

Jen pointed her index finger at her daughter. “Exactly! And that’s how you should feel. But, there are certain things you can’t fight...”

“Like what?”

Jen debated with herself over how to word what she wanted to say. “We’re women. And as women, we gravitate toward men who ... who ... know what they want.”

“Know what they want?”

“Yeah,” she answered, “men who know what they want. And men who keep us on our toes.”

Ashley had a curious look on her face.

“Okay, I’ll give you an example,” Jen smiled as she noticed her daughter’s expression. “Before your father, I dated a guy in college named Bill. Now, Bill was a bit of an asshole.”

The teen chuckled.

“He really was,” Jen told her. “He cheated on me, I took him back, and then he cheated again. But Bill had some qualities which separated him from almost every man I’ve ever met.”

The two girls each took a sip of their respective drinks before Jen continued.

“He was ... really ... unique.”

“Unique?” Ashley asked.

“Yeah,” Jen reiterated, thinking back to those days over twenty years ago, “very unique. Now, Bill was against the idea of gifts and jewelry, and really spending money on anything. He would buy some stuff but never anything crazy. And that bugged me at first. I would see girls around me getting chocolate and flowers on Valentine’s Day, and I’d listen to their stories about how they went out to fancy restaurants and got two-thousand-dollar necklaces, and it would make me jealous. I thought I was missing out.”

“You kinda were ... weren’t you?”

Jen shook her head with a big smile. “Not at all. Because Bill realized something. He was extremely funny, and fun to be around, and spontaneous, and exciting, and assertive, and the sex was amazing. I just couldn’t get enough of him.”

Ashley wasn’t following.

“And he figured out the game,” Jen told her. “Gifts, lavish vacations, and expensive dinners are for guys who need to impress women that way. Those guys don’t think they have any other worthwhile qualities so they try to shower their girlfriends and wives with money. And in return, they’re looking for love and affection.

“So, what did you guys do for Valentine’s Day?”

“He set up a scavenger hunt which started in his dorm, took me to his car, then to my car, then to the campus library, and finally ended in my dorm. Each clue had a little present or something we would only understand because it was an inside joke between the two of us. None of the gifts were expensive, but they were thoughtful. They meant something. And then the last gift...

“What, Mom?”

Jen shook her head with a smirk.

Ashley smiled. “You gotta tell me!”

“The last gift,” Jen laughed, “was ... was a...”

“Mom! Tell me!”

Jen took a sip of coffee and tried to compose herself. “The last gift was one of those sexy cupid costumes which I wore for him that night...”

“Mom!!!” Ashley laughed.

“I know...” Jen chuckled, “but out of every Valentine’s Day I’ve ever had, that one sticks out to me the most. And it was like that with my birthday, and Christmas, and random days too. He always had these fun, clever things planned. It was so out of the box that every day felt exciting to be around him. I’ve had guys spend so much money on me for dates and gifts and stuff, but the things Bill did are what I still remember. You know, my friends used to say he was going to ruin me for the next guy I dated...”

“Did he?”

Jen looked down into her half-empty coffee mug. “I wouldn’t say he ruined me, but dates and holidays never seemed as fun after him. They consisted of guys doing what I wanted or just doing what they thought they were supposed to do. Instead of going out for my birthday, I’d rather go on some fun hike, have my guy cook me a surprise dinner, and then interrogate him in order to find out where my present is ... if you know what I mean...”

“Mom!” Ashley loudly laughed. “Interrogate? You’re so bad!”

“I was a bit wilder back in the day,” Jen smiled. “Bill brought that out in me.”

“And Dad doesn’t?”

Jen let out a deep exhale. “I don’t know, honey. Not like Bill did. But your dad has some good qualities Bill didn’t possess. Like, he doesn’t stick his dick in everything with a pulse!”

Ashley laughed.

“And he isn’t constantly in debt, and he doesn’t turn into an asshole when he’s drunk...”

She tried to give her mom a smile but hearing this story was starting to open her eyes. Her mom chose what she thought was a responsible, reliable guy, but still clearly missed the fun and excitement her former boyfriend brought to her life over two decades ago. It was kind of sad to listen to.

“You don’t regret marrying Dad, do you?”

Jen took a moment to think before slowly shaking her head. “No ... I don’t. If I hadn’t, I wouldn’t have you.”

Ashley lovingly smiled at her mom.

“But ... I don’t know. Sometimes I wish your father had some Bill in him, you know? Listen, honey, the longer you’re in a relationship, the more sparks need to fly. That honeymoon phase wears off and then it’s just you and him. And if he can’t push your buttons six months into dating, what’s it going to be like in twenty years?”

Ashley finished the last of her breakfast.

“I’m happy I didn’t end up with Bill,” she told her daughter. “He wasn’t a loyal guy and there’s no way I would’ve been able to stay married to a man who was constantly cheating on me. But, at the same time, I often wish your dad had more of a take-charge attitude. That he was the kind of guy who’ll just grab my hand and lead me somewhere for an entire afternoon because he suddenly felt like it. If your father wants to do something, it’s always planned out. And that isn’t fun. I mean, Bill and I did things I never would’ve imagined doing and I still think about them all these years later. That’s the kind of guy you want. Find yourself a creative, fun guy, who knows what he wants, and can make memories with you that will last a lifetime. Because sex drives change, emotions change, jobs change, looks change, but two things don’t change. Creativity and an assertive attitude. And those two things will make endless memories. Don’t get me wrong, gifts and presents are nice, but real memories are so much more important than diamond bracelets and expensive dinners.”

“What was Bill like in bed?” Ashley asked.

Jen smiled before looking down at the table.

“Hey,” Ashley remarked, “I thought we discussed everything?”

“Okay, okay,” she laughed, “he was ... fun. He was unpredictable and aggressive, and his take-charge attitude carried over into the bedroom. And I honestly didn’t realize how important that was until I no longer had it.”

“With Dad?”

Jen nodded. “Yeah. Listen, no guy’s perfect, and I’m sure your father has a list of thing I do that drives him nuts. Everyone has flaws. I just want you to find a guy who checks off your most important needs. Because, honey, as hard as you’ll try, you won’t be able to change a guy into the man you want. Bill was a cheater. I tried to change him into a loyal guy, I couldn’t, and I eventually had to move on. Loyalty was too high up on my list of needs to sacrifice so I had to give up on him. So, if an assertive, strong guy is high up on your list, then you shouldn’t waste your time with a guy who needs to be led.”

“I wish Mike was like that,” Ashley remarked. “You know, sexually. I always have to be the one to initiate things. Sometimes I wish he would just take control.”

Jen took another sip of her coffee.

“You think I need to find a different guy?” the young brunette inquired.

“I would never tell you who to date,” Jen told her, “but just really think about the things you want, and whether he’s giving them to you or not. If he isn’t, find someone who can.”

“Oh my God!” Ashley loudly remarked. “Speaking of sex! I can’t believe I didn’t tell you!”

“Tell me what?” Jen asked.

“Okay, so while I was over at Mr. M’s...”

“Mr. M’s?” Jen asked.

“Yeah, that’s Ryan’s name,” the teen told her mother. “It felt kind of weird calling a guy that much older by his first name, you know?”

Jen nodded. “So, what about him?”

A big smile grew on Ashley’s face. “So, I carry one of the boxes labeled ‘bedroom’ upstairs to his room, I set it down on the floor and open it up, and guess what I see?”

The mom waited.

“Guess,” Ashley told her.

“I have no idea,” Jen said.

“Come on, Mom,” Ashley grinned, “guess.”

“Umm ... Clothes.”

Ashley shook her head.

“Sex-related?” Jen asked.

The teen nodded.

“Was it porn?”

Ashley shook her head again.

“I have no idea,” she conceded.

Ashley smiled at her mother. “It was full of sex toys.”

“Sex toys!?”

“Uh-huh,” Ashley nodded. “And not just regular sex toys. Kinky sex toys!”

Jen had an ear-to-ear grin on her face. “Like what?”

“Belts, paddles, blindfolds, leashes, collars, ball gags, rope, handcuffs, and I saw something which looked like nipple clamps.”

“How do you know what nipple clamps look like?” Jen laughed.

Ashley was blushing. “I guess I wouldn’t. But, I uh ... a few years ago ... kind of started reading erotica.”

“What!?”

“Yeah,” Ashley softly smirked. “Heather shares an Amazon account with her mom and she reads that kind of stuff. Heather ended up downloading some of the books and got into it, I tried reading some of them, and well ... I liked it. A lot.”

“You do!?” Jen asked, completely surprised.

The young girl nodded.

“What kind?” Jen asked.

“Umm ... I uh ... I like a lot of the rougher stuff. Do you know what BDSM is?”

Jen’s jaw dropped.

“You do!?” Ashley laughed.

“Sweetheart,” Jen smiled, “I’ve read more erotic novels than you could possibly imagine. I’m well versed in the world of BDSM. Well, not in real life, but when it comes to fantasy, I’m an expert. Believe me, if you want, I could give you a long list of recommendations.”

“You can!?” Ashley excitedly asked.

“Sure, baby. I-”

Ashley shot out of her seat and hurried to grab her backpack. “Shit! I’m gonna be late! Thanks, Mom!”

“Anytime, honey,” Jen smiled as the sound of her daughter’s rapid footsteps quickly faded before giving way to the thud of the front door slamming shut.

Jen sat alone at the table and reflected on what her daughter just told her. Ball gags and nipple clamps? Who exactly was this Mr. M?

To be continued.

Author's Note: This is a long story (38,000 words) which will be posted over 5 parts. You might want to skip this if you're looking for a quick one.

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