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American Dream: Part 4
🕑 Added 2023-06-10 21:58:30 +0000 UTCAlfred: Wednesday, 10:20 am
I stare at the open report on my screen but do not see it. To say that I was distracted this morning would have been a titanic understatement. And of all the things to be thinking about…it was sex that had me so addle-minded Since I’d woken up I’d barely thought about anything BUT sex. But it wasn’t the same old images and fantasies this time. Sarah’s sudden…interest?…curiosity?…awakening?…in things carnal had inspired my own breaking of mental boundaries.
I was having strange new thoughts. Thoughts about my beautiful, loyal wife. About how she went down on me yesterday. About the wild flurry of sex afterward. About how she wanted me to last longer. About how she put a phallic object into a place where only her gynecologist, our naturally delivered baby, and my penis had gone before. A phallic object a bit bigger than me and one that felt, by her own words, ‘really nice’. And thoughts about our two young tenants, one of which who had gotten explicit details of our sex life straight from the mare’s mouth, and then laughed, and the other who was sitting right now just beyond the open door of my office. Not only did my mind seem obsessed by these thoughts so to was my dick as I found myself in a near constant state of arousal.
My latest bout of daydreaming is broken when my secretary walks into my office and slaps a folder down on my desk. Distracted as I was I startle at the sudden interruption.
“Oh!” I look at the folder. “Right. The Peterson report.” I slide it closer to me. “The right one too! Third time’s a charm.”
“No problemo boss man.” Cody says brightly. “Who knew there could be so many Peterson’s, huh?”
“Uh huh.”
I stare at the file…then slowly my eyes pan up toward my secretary. As they go they linger for just a second longer at his groin searching for any evidence that he was indeed hung, or if that had just been some ego boosting fib. There in his snug tan dress trousers I swear I catch a larger than normal bulge but my eyes have to move on too swiftly to confirm it lest I be caught staring at my assistant’s junk. The rest of him is fit and firm, his face undeniably handsome and his blue eyes striking. I had heard his hire had made quite a stir amongst the other secretaries, only now was it dawning on me as to why.
“Anything else?” He asks.
“Nah. Not right now. Just make sure you clear the deck of those email inquiries today.”
“You got it.” He says. “Hey…I was wondering if I could cut out for lunch just a few minutes early?”
“Again?”
“It’s cool if not, I was just…”
I wave my hand. “Yeah, sure. Go ahead. Just don’t be late back.”
“You’re the best!” He grins that big dopey grin of his.
I look up at him curiously. This sweet, silly, stupid young man supposedly had a big dick and could have orgasm inducing sex for hours on end. It strained credulity. While good looking there was nothing about Cody that screamed ‘stud’. Surely Crystal had been telling some white lies. Though, supposedly, Faith had confirmed the stories. Now that I was thinking about…how in the hell would my daughter know? I mean, I knew they knew each other, Faith was the one who referred the couple after all, but how did she know…that stuff? Probably through his girlfriend. It made sense now. Sarah had confirmed his reputation from within the same echo chamber.
“Hey! I was giving more thought about that car you’re looking for. I thought maybe a Subaru…”
“Don’t worry about it Cody.” I cut him off. “Sarah’s decided to keep what she’s got. It’s running fine.”
“Are you sure?” He says. “Maybe she should take a test drive.” With a jovial wink he adds. “Sometimes a new model can be fun to try.”
I stare at him. Was he hinting at some double meaning like his girlfriend had? Had she told him about what Sarah had said? Was HE the new model!? I blink those thoughts away. No way. I had known this kid for too long to believe he could play so guileful. When Cody had something to say, he said it.
“We’re good.” I say. “Now, back to work.”
He salutes. “Yes Sir!”
As he turns to go I steal another glance downward. For instant I swear I see a healthy length of pipe but…it was probably my imagination. Truth was I couldn’t tell. I lean back and laugh at myself. What in the heck did it matter anyway? I give my cheek a little slap and try to shake these wild new thoughts away.
I lean forward and open the folder as I get my head back in the game. Now if only my other head would cooperate as well
***
12:12 pm.
I am eating my lunch, some delicious leftover ratatouille and a ham sandwich, glad to have Cody out of the office for an hour. For my concentration and sanity’s sake I needed a break from his presence. My lingering curiosity to his natural endowment had acted as a constant call back to all of the other thoughts I’d been having.
“Knock. Knock.”
I look up to see Crystal poking her dirty blond head through the door. “Crystal!”
“Hey big man.” She says as she steps inside. I am left speechless a moment as white short shorts and tummy revealing low cut tank top did not leave much of her curvaceous tanned body to the imagination. “My guy around?”
“Cody? Uh…no. He went out for lunch today.”
“Some might say he’s out to lunch everyday.” She jests. “Damn. I wanted to surprise him with a little parking lot nookie.”
“Oookay. Better luck next time.”
“Indeed.” She look around. “Nice office. I’ve never been in here. Aww, is that Faith?” She walks to the wall that had my pictures of Faith and Sarah along with some old family photos from my childhood. “Oh my God, so cute.”
I grin proudly. “She was in third grade there. She just won the 100m. She even beat all the boys.”
“Beat all the boys? A woman after my own heart.” She says. “Well. Catch ya around big fella.”
“Stop.” I say.
She pauses on her way to the door. “Yes?”
“Enough of that big fella nonsense.” I say. “Sarah told me about that little conversation you had.”
“As I remember it it wasn’t the conversation that was little.” She quips with a saucy smirk.
“Enough.” I say. “Would mind closing the door a moment?”
She cocks a brow. “Alright.” She swings the door closed and moves to sit across from me. Leaning forward she puts her elbows on my desk, her tank top drooping forward to show way too much cleavage. “What’s up little man?”
I laugh and shake my head. “Okay, that’s even worse.”
“Ha!”
“Listen. I know Sarah confided in you and…I just wanted to know what she said.”
“And betray the sacred bond of girl talk!?”
“What?”
“I’m fuckin with ya. What do you want to know?”
“Just…what does she want?” I say. “What does she like? Sexually I mean. Did she say?”
“Why are you asking me?”
“I don’t know. With me she’s always so worried about my feelings.” I say. “I thought maybe she…shared some home truths with another woman.”
“You two are wild, man.” She laughs. “Sarah never went into that stuff. I’ll tell you what I know as a lifelong woman though. We want a man who puts our pleasure above his own.”
“Sarah is everything to me.”
“Nice words.” She says. “I’m talking sexual, sensual, freaky-deaky pleasure. Fucking orgasms man.”
“Oh.”
“We want orgasms and lots of them.” She says. “We want a nice big cock that go alllll night long.”
Damn! The way this girl talked had me blushing! “Okay.”
“You’re kinda fucked on the size department.” She glances down with a smirk.
“Ahem!” My blush warms as this woman fresh out of college belittles my dick.
“You can’t do anything about that.” She says. “But dude, five or ten minutes? Come on man. You gotta do better”
“Right.” I say, feeling embarrassed as hell but willing to bear it for Sarah’s sake. “And…er…how would I do that?”
“How would you…!?” She throws her back and laughs. “I don’t know! Fuckin hold it. Tie a knot in that shit.”
“A knot!?”
“I don’t know. Practice when your masturbating or something.”
“Masturbating? I’m married!”
“Married?” She looks at me in disbelief then starts to laugh again. “Oh my God. Faith told me you two were special but…god damn!” With a wicked grin she leans back across my desk, even deeper than the first time. When my eyes instinctively glance down into her bosom she catches it and her smile grows. “Listen.” She says in a low voice. “I help a lot of the old gents down at the senior’s home…”
“What?”
“If you need a little help workin on things, maybe a little knocked off the rent and…” She clicks her tongue then makes the most obscene pumping gesture! “I can give you my special training regimen.”
“Oh! Oh no! No, no!”
“You’re on your own then.” She laughs and leans back again. “I could always lend you Cody. He’ll give your woman what she’s needing. Trust me!”
“What!?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing! Neither could my perma-hard dick as seemed to be straining to peek its head out to hear her better. “He’s your boyfriend! She’s my wife!”
“And?” She shrugs. “It’s just sex.”
“Just…pffff!”
“Woah dude. Don’t have a stroke.”
“Okay, I think we’re done here.” I stammer. “Geez!”
“Hey, you asked. You wanted home truths.”
“Yeah, I did.” I say. “Let’s just forget that I said anything, alright.”
She shrugs again. “If you say so.”
“You won’t say anything about this to Faith, right?”
“Oh, of course not!”
“Good.” I say.
We say goodbye and she gets up to leave. Just before opening the door she stops and looks back over her shoulder. “The offer is real. Both of them.”
“Erm, yeah. Thanks.”
“Careful though Al.” She says with a devilish gleam in her hazel-green eyes. “Once someone gets a taste of what they’ve been missing…what they’ve been needing…there’s no turning back.”
***
Sarah: 12:19 pm.
I am kneeling at the edge of the North flower bed of our backyard when I hear the clink of the front gate clink as someone entered. Someone I’d been expecting.
“Hey Sarah.” Says Cody in that easy, upbeat way he had.
“Hi Cody.” I say. “You’re back for lunch early.”
“Yeah. Boss man let me out a little early.”
I giggle at how he called my Alfred boss man. As I continue to weed he strolls across the yard to his place, suddenly stopping a few steps away. Keeping my large sun hat covering my face to hide my smile I wait to hear his reaction.
“Wha…what’s this?”
“Mmm?” I look over my shoulder to see him picking up the platter of food I had left him, complete with a can of pop. “Lunch. What does it look like silly?”
“Lunch? For me?”
“Yes, you.” I say as I return to my weeds. “I noticed that you come home for lunch every Wednesday and then go dashing off at the last minute. Alfred says you’re sometimes late back to the office. I thought that might help…hurry things along.”
“Uh…wow.” He says. “You noticed that?”
“Yeah. Always Wednesday. You always look so happy too. Excited. Must be something nice you’re coming home to.”
“It is.” He says.
From behind me I hear the quiet steps of shoes on grass approaching. I stop and look up. He comes to stand over, his shadow falling over me, as he looks over the platter. I consider standing, knowing full well what having a handsome man standing over me while I knelt was going to do to me with the way I’d been feeling lately, but decide to remain where I was as I was going to get flustered either way. With the brim of my hat there to disguise my face I am naughty and steal a look at his crotch. Gosh! He really was big! He filled out those trouser WAY more than Alfred ever did. GOLLY!
“What’s this stuff?” He asks.
Already knowing what he was referring to I say. “Ratatouille.”
“Like the rat movie?”
I giggle. “Let’s call it vegetable stew.”
“And a sandwich.” He say. “That’s…that’s so nice. But…why?”
I tilt my head. “Why? Because I wanted to.”
“Yeah but…what do you want for it?”
I shake my head. “Nothing silly. It’s just…a neighborly gesture.”
Right there on the lawn he sits down cross-legged and commences to scarf down the meal. “Ohhh man! This is soooo good! Sarah! You should open a restaurant or something.”
“Glad you like it.”
“Girls don’t usually make me stuff.” He says through smacking lips. “Usually they just want sex.”
“Oh!” I turn my head so that he couldn’t see me blush. “Well…I’m not a girl. I’m a Mom.”
The sounds of his eating pause. “A…Mom?”
“Mmm.” I nod. “And a wife. I know the look of a hungry man when I see one.”
“Huh.” He swallows and smacks his lips. “Cool.” The sounds of ravenous eating commence.
“So, um, if you don’t mind me being nosy. Why are you here? What’s so special about Wednesdays?”
“Oh, uh, nothin really.” He says. “It’s kind of a secret.”
“It’s okay if you don’t want to tell me. None of my bees wax.”
“No, it’s nothing bad just…” He sighs. “Promise you won’t tell Crystal?”
I look over at him to see him staring back at me with worry, genuine worry, clouding his usually sunny features. “Alright.”
He sets the platter to the side, already empty! Goodness the boy could eat! He leans back and props himself up by his arms. “I’ve got a pen pal.”
“A pen pal?”
“Yeah.” He says, gazing up to the clouds. “His name is Kenji. We met at a big chess tournament when we were both 10.”
“You play chess?”
“Used to.” He says. “I was pretty good too. Anyway, I met Kenji and we just kinda hit it off. We’ve been writing each other ever since. With all the ups and down and twists and turns of life, Kenji’s been my one constant. He knows everything about me.” He laughs, his clear blue eyes far away. “EVERYTHING! And I know everything about him. Talking with emails…it really gets…personal. Sometimes it’s easier to share with written words, ya know? Sometimes things don’t sound as dumb written down as when they come out of your mouth, ya know?”
“Sure. I understand.”
“Anyway. On Wednesdays we video chat. It’s the only private time we can really set aside given the time difference. It’s like past midnight for him, but it works.” He says. “I’m hoping I can get over there sometime. He says he’ll show me all around Osaka.”
“That is so sweet.”
He grins. “Ya think?”
“Yes!” I say. “That sort of friendship is precious! But…why don’t you want Crystal to know?”
“Ahhh. I don’t know. She…mmm…I love her and all but….she brings sex into everything.” He says. “And with Kenji…I don’t know. It just wouldn’t feel right. He’s my boy. He’s my bud. He’s not…like that. Ya know?”
“I know.” I say. “I understand completely.”
“You do?”
“It sounds like you love Kenji.”
“Erm…”
“There are more kinds of love than physical love Cody.” I say. “I love my daughter one way. I love my family another. I love my friends in their way. And I love my King yet another…and most of all.”
“Your King?” He asks. “Boss man? Alfred?”
“Mmm hmm.” I nod. “He is my King. I am his Queen.” I look around the small yard. “And this is our realm. Be it ever so humble.”
“Huh.” He looks around with me. “I guess that kind of makes me and Crystal your subjects.”
I giggle. “I suppose you are, in a way.” I pull the platter closer to me. “I’ll take care of this. You go see that Kenji boy.” I say. “And tell him the nice neighbor lady says hi.”
He beams. “I will! I will!” Leaning over he takes me by the shoulders and kisses my cheek. “Thanks Sarah!” He snatches up the can of pop and springs to his feet. He leans down and gives me another kiss to the top of my hat.
I laugh and shoo him away, shamelessly catching a glimpse of his perfect tush as he trots for his door. I look up at the sky and take a deep, fresh breath, then return to weeding my bed while trying not to think about the feel of my handsome neighbor’s hands touching me.
Golly. I couldn’t wait for Alfred to get home!
