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A few of you may recognize this story from several years ago. It’s been updated and rewritten since then.
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Chapter 1 — The Talk
“Come on, Megan.”
Greg watched his wife continue to ignore him in bed while she read her tablet. She appeared to have little interest in him tonight.
“Megan.”
He didn’t hear a response.
“You can’t just stop having sex with me.”
She finally decided to speak up. “Actually, I’m pretty sure I can.”
“Did I do something?”
“Nope,” Megan responded coldly.
“We need to talk about this.”
“Aren’t we talking now?” she asked with her face still buried in the screen.
He climbed up onto the bed, lied down next to his wife, and reached over to turn off her Kindle. She let out an annoyed huff before setting the electronic reader down and looking at him.
“We haven’t had sex in a year,” he said, gazing into her green eyes. “A year!”
“And?”
“And?” Greg chuckled in disbelief. “And!?”
“Yeah, I haven’t been in the mood, Greg.”
“For a year!?” he yelled. “How can you not be in the mood for an entire year?”
“I’m just not. I told you that I went to the doctor and she said this sometimes happens when you get older. That people can just lose interest in sex.”
His eyebrows promptly perked up. “She? Of course…”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“How about going to a male doctor?”
She couldn’t shake her head fast enough. “I’m not going to a male doctor!”
“How about a blowjob then?”
“We just did that,” she said.
“Excuse me?” Greg asked.
“I just gave you one a while ago.”
The frustrated dad couldn’t hide his flabbergasted expression. “Honey, you gave me a blowjob on Halloween night.”
“And?”
“It’s fuckin’ April!!!” he exclaimed.
“Keep your voice down!” she scolded him. “Do you want Mia to hear her father whining like some teenage boy?”
“Whining? This is fuckin’ ridiculous! You can’t just deprive me of basic sexual needs and act like it’s no big deal.”
“It isn’t a big deal. Just go masturbate or something.”
He couldn’t help but smile. Here he was, a forty-one-year-old married father of one, playing with his own dick more than he ever had as a teenager. “I’m done with that.”
“Oh, you are?” Megan asked with a look of surprise.
“Yeah, no more. We’re having sex. Either that, or you’re giving me head.”
She put an end to his demands rather bluntly. “I don’t think so.”
“Well…what about…if I–“
“Don’t,” she interrupted.
“You don’t even know what I was going to say!”
“Yes, I do,” she glared at him. “Let me go ahead and put an end to your delusions. The answer is no!”
“It wouldn’t be emotional. Just a physical thing. A need!”
“We’re done if I ever find out that you fucked some other woman!” Megan raised her voice. “I’m taking the house, our daughter, everything! You made a vow!”
“And so did you!” he grunted through clenched teeth. “What happened to that shit?”
She swiftly rolled her eyes. “I must’ve missed that vow. The one where I’m supposed to be your personal sex toy.”
Greg looked off to the side and stared at the white bedroom wall, just as sexually frustrated as he’d been for close to twelve months. He had no idea what was the cause of Megan’s issues. It really didn’t make sense. He was so much better looking than most guys in their forties. He still had a full head of brown hair, a defined face, and he possessed the body of a twenty-five-year-old gym rat. He was a catch, for God’s sake!
He’d jumped headfirst into the fitness lifestyle, working out and eating healthy in a major way over the years, and the results showed in spades. He received plenty of attention from married and single women alike, but had never broken his marriage vows. And Megan wasn’t exactly a ten anymore. She’d let herself go physically over the years and looked like a shell of her twenty-year-old self. Still, he loved her. Why? He wasn’t completely sure.
She wasn’t very nice these days, had zero spontaneity, and her sex drive was null. He’d tried all kinds of things from helping her out more around the house, to not helping her at all, to attempting to change her diet, to paying more attention to her needs, to completely ignoring her needs. He gave literally everything a shot, but nothing worked. Megan always seemed happier to just read her Kindle than to spend time with him. He wasn’t some asshole who just wanted to cum and be done with her either. He missed the fun that they used to have together, but all of that was a distant memory.
Megan picked up her tablet.
“Give me that fuckin’ thing!” Greg demanded as he reached out and yanked it away from her. He placed it to the side of him–away from his wife–and leaned over to plant a kiss on her lips.
She immediately pulled back.
He leaned in a second time and found her left breast with his hand as he tried to kiss her again.
“Stop!” she protested, pushing him away.
He obliged her request tuzla eve gelen escort before placing his head in his hands. “Please.”
“What?” she asked.
“Please,” he repeated. It took twelve months. Twelve long, grueling, excruciating months, but he finally broke down. He was begging.
She stared at him, visibly annoyed. “Fine!”
His head shot up. “Fine!?”
“Yeah, fine. I’ll give you a handjob.”
His excitement vanished in a heartbeat. “A handjob?”
“That’s what I said. A handjob.”
“No, no, no, no,” he whined. “Sex! Let’s have sex!”
She replied with several shakes of her head. “I don’t want to.”
He rolled over aggressively, turned off his light, and shut his eyes to go to sleep.
“Really?” Megan laughed. “Well, don’t complain that I never offer then.”
A handjob was an offer for sex? Bullshit. He was more than capable of rubbing his own dick. In fact, he’d become quite an expert at it over the past year. He had no clue what to do. Cheating became a more realistic possibility with each passing day, but he hated the idea of their daughter, Mia, being involved in the fallout. Maybe this was his life from now on? No more sex, no more love, and a whole lot of playing with himself.
Fifteen feet away, Mia stood in the hallway with her ear pressed to her parents’ bedroom door.
Chapter 2 — Red
Greg’s vivid dreams had become recurring events. There weren’t any fantasies of banging supermodels on Caribbean beaches or touring the country in a rock band and sleeping with a different girl every night. His dreams weren’t far-fetched. Actually, they were quite realistic. He consistently dreamt about the girl he’d dated before Megan. He dreamt about Kathy.
He was quite the player back in his time–player, manwhore, whatever you want to call him really. Greg’s sole mission was to fuck as many women as possible up until the age of twenty-one. Despite just being in average physical shape at the time, he’d been blessed with two captivating traits, and his success with the opposite sex further proved how lucky he truly was.
One, he had a natural charisma about him. He was capable of having an entire table of complete strangers vying for his attention within minutes, and it wasn’t just with women. Men naturally gravitated towards him too. It was something that he learned to use to his advantage as the years passed. He quickly found how attractive such a trait was to women. How their interest immediately piqued after seeing him as the life of the party. It was like they wanted to know what was so interesting and attractive about him that caused so many people to seek his approval.
His other blessing was his ability in bed. Honestly, he was great, and there was no reason for him not to be. He absolutely got enough practice, after all. Girls would tell their friends, those friends would seek him out, and he would have an entire new rotation of women ready to go. How he ever made it out of the nineties without an STD or a lovechild was truly astonishing.
Yep, he would live the bachelor lifestyle until the day he died. No wife, no kids, and no commitments: it was just the way he liked it. But that all changed when he met Kathy after his twenty-first birthday. Well, he rarely called her Kathy. He referred to her as Red. Why? It wasn’t exactly creative. Kathy had long, curly red hair, and a red landing strip to match. Hey, sometimes it’s the simple things that catch on, right?
He met Red at a bar, in similar fashion to how he met the majority of his girls, but she was different. Sure, they fucked in his apartment an hour after introducing themselves to each other, but Greg immediately fell for her. It was her energy. It was constant. He never saw Red in a bad mood. Whether it was while she was on her period, struggling with something at work, or listening to her mother curse her out on the phone–she always had a smile on her face–and that positivity was met by an even more overwhelming sexual energy.
Truthfully, he didn’t know that women like Red even existed until they started dating. It was more rare to not receive roadhead while driving than it was to get it. His alarm clock was replaced by her mouth which almost always woke him up with a blowjob. Waiting for dinner to finish cooking in the oven? No problem. Just bend her over the kitchen counter and pass the time with some fun. She was absolutely insatiable sexually, and everything in his life was perfect because of it.
Until he met Megan.
Megan was probably the cutest woman he’d ever laid his eyes on. The brunette was twenty-years-old when he bumped into her at the grocery store. It was her eyes that wrapped a stranglehold around his attention. They were green. A deep green. Her face was one thing but her body was something else. She was a tiny little thing, barely over five-feet-tall and extremely petite, but with a perky butt that drove him crazy. At six-foot-two, he towered over the vibrant bundle of cuteness looking for the tuzla otele gelen escort perfect watermelon in the fruit aisle. He asked her for advice on how to pick the best fruit, they hit it off, and the next day he met her for coffee. That was when she really stood out to him. That was when he knew that things with Red were over.
She made him wait.
They didn’t bang the next night or sleep together the following week. No, Megan made him wait five months before they had sex.
Greg knew that he’d found the one. She was the only girl who’d ever made him wait and he happily stood by her side until she was ready. There was no interest in cheating and no temptation to pressure her into sex or blowjobs. He was content with waiting because he knew he loved her. They married four months after their first night being intimate together, and eleven months later, the greatest moment in his life occurred. It took place on an ungodly muggy day in August when he held his little baby girl for the first time. Five pounds and two ounces, but her size wasn’t what caught everyone’s attention. It was her eyes. They looked just like her mother’s. Just like Megan’s. Just like the woman he’d used to be head over heels in love with. Just like the woman he’d shared special moments and made memories he would never forget with. Just like the woman who was now disgusted by the idea of kissing him.
That was the woman he was married to. That was the woman he was committed to. That was the woman he shared a bed with every night.
He turned his head as his dream of Red continued. He was forty-one and still living in his house, except he wasn’t married to Megan. He was married to Red, and Red was in a familiar position on this Tuesday morning. She was lying on the bed in front of him, on her stomach, waking him up with one of her trademark morning blowjobs. And once she finished, he planned to flip her over and really go to town on her. She would still have that little landing strip that drove him crazy, she would still be the wildest thing in his world, and she would still give him that same look when he hit her spot. It was a grin with her eyes. God, he missed her.
His eyes slowly opened as he looked to the right. Unsurprisingly, Megan was already out of bed. She drove their daughter to school every morning and they left about an hour before he did for work, but something felt different today. Something felt better. His eyes drifted to the end of the bed…
He immediately shut them.
What the hell kind of dream is this you dirty, old pervert!? Dreaming about Red is one thing, but dreaming about this is something completely different! Now, open your eyes and never allow that to slip into your mind again!
He opened his eyes, but what he thought was a dream was in fact reality. He blinked three times in rapid succession in an effort to make this ungodly visual go away.
It didn’t.
His daughter had woken him up with a blowjob.
He immediately panicked.
“Mia!” he shouted before scrambling back against the bed headboard, pulling sheets and blankets with him in an attempt to cover himself. “What the fuck are you doing!?”
She didn’t respond. Instead, the five-foot-two, one hundred pound brunette with deep green eyes and light freckles along her upper cheeks and nose, crawled toward him. She looked so much like a younger version of his wife that he sometimes had to do a double take. Although, that wasn’t the case now, because Megan had never done anything like this even back in her heyday.
The teen yanked at the sheets with a devilish smile.
“Mia!”
She stopped.
“Where’s your mother!?”
“In the shower,” she smiled. “We have time.”
“Time? Time! Time for fuckin’ what!? Get out of here! Now!!!”
“But, Daddy…” she whined.
Greg responded with a stern look. “Don’t pull that Daddy shit with me! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?”
She used her eyes to demand his attention. She had a long history of getting her way doing a similar act in the past. “Okay, don’t get mad, but I may have eavesdropped on you and Mom last night.”
He gulped. “You eavesdropped?”
Mia nodded.
“On how much?”
She thought for a moment before biting her pouty bottom lip. “Um…probably…like…all of it.”
“So, you heard…?” he groaned, not wanting to finish his question.
She nodded again, although excitedly this time. “And I totally want to help out!”
“Oh my God, Mia…”
“I’m totally up for taking care of you if Mom won’t! I’d love to!” she said with a genuine desire to please.
“You need to get out of here immediately,” he told her, trying to maintain composure. “Your mother would kill me if she walked in on this.”
“Dad…”
“I’m not joking, Mia. She’d literally kill me. This never happened, understood?”
“Just let me finish,” she begged him. “I mean, six months? You seriously haven’t gotten a blowjob in six months?”
He closed his eyes before reopening them, once tuzla sınırsız escort again trying to somehow wake up from his nightmare. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
“Out! Now!”
Mia huffed before hopping off the bed and shuffling out of his room. She sported a pair of ripped designer jeans and a long-sleeve black top. Apparently, she’d decided to stop off in his bedroom after getting dressed for school.
He would wait it out in his room. It was 7:07 AM and they always left by 7:15. Eight minutes. All he had to do was make it eight minutes. But maybe he shouldn’t? Maybe he should go talk to her before she sat in the car with Megan? Megan worked at her father’s plant nursery and always dropped Mia off at school before she went to work, but he didn’t have a clue regarding what they talked about on their morning ride. Shit! He had to get to her first!
He jumped out of bed, threw on a pair of sweatpants and an old sleeveless shirt, tucked his throbbing erection into the waistband of his sweats, and rushed into the kitchen. He found his daughter sitting at the table, eating a bowl of cereal like it was any other morning. He took a seat in the chair across from her.
“What in the world was that about?”
She responded with a confused look as she continued to munch on her breakfast.
He raised his eyebrows.
“I was trying to help,” she finally answered.
“Do you think that’s appropriate?” he whispered, concerned that Megan could potentially barge into the room at any moment.
“I’m just trying to take care of you, Dad,” she said before raising another spoonful of cereal to her mouth.
He stood up and stared at his daughter. “You know what? We’re going to redo this morning.”
“Redo?”
“Yep, this morning never happened,” he clarified himself. “I’m going to walk out of the kitchen, turn around, and come back in. And that will be the first time we see each other today!”
“But, Dad…”
“Nope!” he said before walking out of the room, only to re-emerge seconds later. “Hey, sweetheart!” he greeted her with a big smile. “How’d you sleep last night?”
Mia watched her father pour himself a bowl of cereal before joining her at the table.
“Cat got your tongue?” he laughed before glancing toward the window. “Looks like it’s finally warming up outside!”
“Dad…”
“Ohhhhh man,” he let out a loud yawn. “Just woke up!”
“Dad…”
Greg lifted a spoonful of cereal to his lips before he looked into her green eyes. “Anything going on at school today?”
“Dad, I want to help you out!”
“With what?” he asked with a smile. “There’s nothing I need help with! Ah man, what a beautiful day outside! I might leave early and drive the long way to work. Get a nice view of the snow melting on the mountains.”
“Let me suck your dick!”
Greg almost choked on his breakfast. He barely managed to get it down after several unsuccessful attempts. “Never say that again!”
“But I want to…” she whined with the same promiscuous grin from earlier. “Can I tell you something?”
He didn’t answer. He was fairly certain that she would tell him regardless of his response.
“Your dick is big,” she smirked. “Like, really big.”
He dropped his head into his left hand as he closed his eyes. This couldn’t really be happening.
“Hey, Mia!”
Greg’s head shot up at the sound of his wife’s voice. Megan walked into the kitchen, all dressed and ready for work.
“Greg?” she asked curiously. “What are you doing up already?”
“Couldn’t sleep,” he responded.
“We weren’t too loud, were we?” Megan questioned. “I hope that one of us didn’t wake you up.”
“No! I mean…no. Neither of you two woke me up.”
Megan tilted her head with a slightly confused expression.
Mia smirked.
“Okay…” Megan muttered under her breath. “Well, you ready, Mia?”
“All set, Mom,” the little brunette responded, standing up and walking across the kitchen to place her bowl inside the dishwasher.
Greg watched his daughter follow his wife toward the door, finally allowing him time to regroup and collect himself. But then Mia suddenly stopped. He couldn’t mistake the look on her face for anything else as she slowly walked over to his chair.
“Have a good day at work,” she said in a voice audible to her mother. She then leaned in closer and whispered into his ear, “Daddy…” before planting a big kiss on his cheek.
“Let’s go, Mia!” Megan shouted from the door. “We’re gonna be late!”
Greg finally heard the door shut. He immediately shot out of his seat and scrambled into the living room to find his laptop.
“Jesus fuck!” he yelled, typing in the wrong password multiple. His hands shook so badly that he couldn’t hit the right keys. Eventually, after what felt like a lifetime, he managed to enter the appropriate letters and unlock his computer before navigating to his favorite porn site which had become all too familiar over the past year.
He went to the search bar and started to type.
“D”
“A”
There’s no coming back from this. You do realize that, don’t you? You’re officially a pervert if you type this in. Really think about it.
“D”
“D”
“A”
Maybe having an affair with someone at the gym or a dating site isn’t a bad idea, after all. Hey. Hey! Listen to me! Stop typing!!!
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