It was during times like these when Jen remembered how much older she was than Ashley. Her daughter had yet to be introduced to the world of ladies’ men. “He sounds like a playboy to me. You want to avoid those types of guys, sweetheart. They’re just looking to use girls.”
“He could use me all he wants…”
“Ashley!” Jen raised her voice. “Seriously? Do I need to worry about this?”
She sent a smile her mother’s way. “Relax, Mom! I’m just kidding. Anyway, I think you’re the one I need to worry about.”
Jen didn’t follow. “Me?”
“Yeah, you,” said Ashley. “Your dream guy’s twin is living next door.”
“I’m a married woman,” she announced before turning her attention to whatever show played on the television. She hadn’t glanced at the TV in hours, but was desperate to prevent Ashley from seeing any potential cracks on her face. “I don’t think about stuff like that.”
“I know, but there’s nothing wrong with looking,” Ashley giggled.
“There certainly isn’t,” Jen said with a smile as she slowly turned back to her. “And I plan to do a lot of looking!”
Now, this was the version of her mom that Ashley was familiar with. “You and me both! He actually offered me a cleaning job too.”
She couldn’t have heard that correctly. Who in the world would pay her daughter to clean? “Cleaning?”
“Yeah, I’d go over there and clean his house once a week.”
“You? Cleaning?” Jen laughed, beyond amused. “Does this guy have any idea how messy your room always is?”
Ashley rolled her eyes dramatically. “I know, but if he paid me forty bucks an hour to unpack his stuff, then imagine what I’d get for vacuuming and doing his laundry?”
“Wait, you’re going to do it?”
“Absolutely,” Ashley answered. “It’s an easy gig, and where else can I make that kind of money in cash?”
A few moments of silence passed before Jen broke the ice. “Abs and muscles?”
Ashley stood up with a chuckle before giving her a hug. “Lots and lots of muscles. Good night, Mom.”
“Good night, baby,” Jen bid her daughter farewell. Suddenly, she was in the mood for some action.
Five Minutes Later.
“Tom… Tom… Tom!”
The thunderous sound of snoring acted as the only response.
She pinched her husband’s nose shut and waited a few seconds. It was a rather cruel way to wake him, but it may have been the only thing that actually worked. Dumping a glass of ice cold water on him probably wouldn’t even do the trick.
Tom shot up in bed and quickly looked around the room in a panic. “Jen?”
“Yeah,” she answered.
“Is everything okay?” he asked.
“I need Daddy to take care of me,” she purred into his ear seductively.
That was the last thing the overweight husband wanted to hear. His sleep was disturbed for this nonsense? “Jesus Christ, Jen. Really? With the daddy stuff again?”
“What? It’s hot.”
He shook his head once more. “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 reminded her. “You’re not a little girl.”
She bit her lower lip, shooting him an innocent look.
“Just go to bed, alright?” he huffed, fed up with her juvenile behavior. “I’ve had a long day and I just want to sleep.”
She leaned in closer and pressed her mouth directly against his ear. “You can do whatever you want to me.”
Her offer piqued his interest slightly. “Whatever?”
“Whatever,” she grinned.
“Whatever” was her 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, Ryan would be the one doing the deed. His gorgeous face, his deep voice, and his body that Ashley had described to her lingered in her mind. Tonight, she intended to share her bed with the stud next door.
She watched him throw the blankets off himself and position his body over hers. The pressure of his heavy weight already caused her to second-guess her decision. Missionary sex with Ryan sure the hell wouldn’t feel like have a truck dropped on her chest.
“How about you get behind me?” she suggested, struggling 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. Everything about missionary sex sucked from how vanilla it was, to the lack of surprises, to the fact that she had to stare directly into Tom’s face. The latter undoubtedly qualified as the least charming part of the entire ordeal.
“I’m gonna give it to you real good,” Tom grunted, laboring to pull down his boxer shorts. He finally completed the task and slid inside her.
She’d never had a problem with Tom’s penis size. He wasn’t necessarily big, but he was more than adequate to get the job done. Other than his appearance, her biggest issue since his substantial weight gain involved his performance in bed. It was slow, boring, and usually over in less than thirty seconds. She yearned to be ravished. She craved for a strong man to slam her against the wall and slap her ass so hard it stung. She wanted to be forced to crawl on her hands and knees with a leash around her neck. She just needed a man to use and dominate her in the bedroom.
Did she really ask for that much? Don’t guys love porn? Why couldn’t he just do some X-rated 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? Perhaps she had to take charge of the situation?
“Fuck your little girl.”
He pretended to ignore her as he gave her another light pump.
“God!” she let out an exaggerated moan. “Your cock is so big, Daddy!”
He responded with an annoyed huff. Her role-playing clearly didn’t turn him on.
She gazed up into his brown eyes and purred, “I want you to cum on my face.”
“Stop,” Tom demanded.
“What?”
“Stop,” he repeated. “Just stop talking, okay?”
“But–”
“But nothing!” he cut her off. “I’m not your daddy, you aren’t my little girl, and I’m not cumming on your face! Just stop!”
“Nooooooo…” she whined. “Come on!”
He pulled out of her and rolled back over to his side of the bed. He’d reached his limit in regards to his wife’s absurd fantasies. Ashley was the only person who should refer to him as daddy.
“One time!” she begged. “Please! Just give me what I want and I won’t ask for it again!”
“One time of doing what?”
“I want you to get behind me and pull my hair while you fuck me as hard as you can,” she started. “I want you to call me names, and to slap me around, and to use me! Anything you’ve ever seen in porn that you want to try is fair game! I’m literally up for anything! Do you want to cum on the floor, grab me by my hair, and make me slurp it up? Go ahead and do it!”
Tom couldn’t hide his disgust with what he’d just heard. “Oh my God!”
“What?” she asked.
“What? What!? Are you serious?” he reacted, offended by her proposed level of perversion. “What kind of disgusting stuff are you talking about? I would never make you do anything like that!”
“But I want to do it!” she shouted.
“Maybe you should talk to someone?” he noted, still shaking his head in disbelief.