Chapter 2

Ken

Two days after the adventure at the waterfall, Ken was watching a baseball game when Summer marched into the living room of their apartment and flopped down next to him on the old worn couch. She had her laptop in her hands and was looking at him expectantly.

“What?” He put the TV on mute.

“I know you’re not ready to talk about this yet, but I did some research. On Cole.”

She leaned over and showed him the screen of a LinkedIn profile.

“Look at this photo. That’s Cole, right? From our ... adventure?” The image was in fact her little man standing beside a famous actor at some awards event. She grinned widely as she scrolled through pictures.

“Jesus, Summer. Let’s forget about that guy. He’s ridiculous. I’m willing to talk about us moving forward on ‘Our Thing,” he laughed, “but not with some old geek.”

“Don’t be mean, honey. I like him. And look, he’s a retired. He was a VP of sales for some big electrical supply company. I think he had something to do with high voltage safety equipment. But then he became the president of the company, so he was very successful.”

“Come on, baby. That doesn’t matter. He’s ancient, and he’ll never be able to keep up with you.”

“What does that mean? Am I some kind of carnival ride?” She seemed confused by the roadblocks Ken was throwing up considering that he’d been hinting with her about this thing for years.

“You can be, but Our Thing for me is more complicated than that,” he said sheepishly, lowering his head and running a hand through his hair. His stomach was screaming at him, filling up with acid and shame.

“Oh, shit. How much more complicated.” she asked, giving him a wary side-eyed look.

He hesitated for a moment not having the faintest idea how to broach this. “I need the guy to be bigger than me and stronger and ... more manly.

She looked at him as if he had two heads. After a minute of processing this new information, she spoke.

“I think that’s idiotic. Why do you want someone who can throw me around? I don’t want some big arrogant muscle head using me like a blow-up doll. I have no interest in That Guy. Furthermore, you’re not a wimp, Ken. Why do you want to be one in Our Thing?”

“Aaaaggghhh!” His head dipped lower. Knowing what someone is going to say doesn’t make it better when they actually say it.

She laughed, shaking her head. “Cole’s not a pro football player, but he’s been places and done things. He’s got ... experience and knowledge.”

She held up the laptop “See? He’s been everywhere, met everyone. He’s not just a pretty face. Anyway, you know I like Short Kings,” she laughed, patting Ken’s head.

“Honey, you know I don’t like that term. Besides, you have nothing in common with this guy. He’s not fit, not active, nothing. I just don’t get it.”

Her eyes sparkled with amusement, leaning closer to him on the couch. “Buuuuutttt, you’d rather have some guy who makes you feel small and insignificant fucking me in front of you. I don’t get that.”

Ken pushed his fingers through his hair feeling unheard and marginalized. “I knew you wouldn’t understand. There is an element of ... of ... humiliation ... to this whole thing you can’t possibly understand.”

“Humiliation ... for me or you?” Her brow furrowed as she looked at him with confusion.

“Both, I guess.”

“I don’t have an interest in being humiliated, Ken,” she said definitively, “but how about this? Could you be humiliated by a little guy? Maybe one with that big cock that I can’t get out of my head?”

“I appreciate that you don’t understand my needs here, Summer, but see, I don’t understand why you’re so hung up on this old guy either.”

Summer sighed dramatically, rolling onto her knees and straddling Ken’s lap, her oversized breasts resting heavily upon his chest. She held his face in her hands and looked directly into his eyes.

“Well, maybe because he makes me feel safe, you dumb ass,” she said, planting kisses along his jawline. “But he also makes me feel ... dangerous. Dangerously horny. He’s the kind of guy I can let my guard down with. That’s what you want, right?”

Ken would not be appeased by a few kisses. He looked around his wife at the game pretending she wasn’t there.

“Can we just meet with him?”

“I don’t see the point.”

“Well, how about this? I’m not gonna have sex with some big clod that I don’t like and who doesn’t turn me on. Period.” She got up off his lap and left the room as Ken realized that His Thing was certainly now Our Thing. And she had a point about her right to select the guy.

Later that night, Summer sauntered back into the bedroom, wearing only a tiny satin robe that barely contained her curves. She sat down on Ken’s lap, her legs dangling over the edge of the bed.

“Did you cave yet?” She flashed that smile she gets when she knows she’s won a race or an argument.

“Fine. Meet with him. But I’m telling you right now, you won’t like him once you get to know him.”

Cole

The phone rang loudly, echoing through Cole’s quiet house. It was late at night, and he was just about to go to sleep. It was a woman’s voice on the other end. A sexy woman’s voice. He sat up.

“Cole? Hi, it’s Summer.”

Ok, he expected this call. She wants the images, he thought. He was ready to get down to a negotiation. What he would ask for, he had no idea.

If Chuck were here, he’d ask for some pussy, but Cole was certain he didn’t have it in him to blackmail anyone, especially the sweet beauty who freely sucked his cock. In fact, when words finally came out of his mouth, they surprised him.

“I’m glad you called,” he said smoothly. “Because I’ve been thinking about our little encounter.”

“Wow. Me too!”

Cole quickly realized by the friendly, dare he think, sexy way she spoke to him it might be something else altogether. Cole was blown away. His next thought was that Summer might possibly somehow be thinking about stepping out on the husband, but she quickly put that idea to rest.

“Ken is with me. Say ‘hi’ Ken.”

There was quiet for a moment before Ken’s baritone replied. “Hi, Cole.”

Cole was not the most experienced lover on the planet, but he knew people had all kinds of kinks. Even though he’d never slept with a married woman or slept around when he was married, he knew other people did. He had also seen enough porn to know about swinging and hotwifing.

When she said she and her husband wanted to meet at a local div bar the next evening and with just him, not Chuck, he was further flummoxed. For a few moments, he didn’t know what to say. When the words finally came, they were not the jump-at-the-opportunity ones he had always thought he might utter at such a time.

“Why?” He heard the wariness in his own voice. Could this be a trap, an ambush? A payback by the husband like that scene in Animal House? He heard the hesitation in his own voice, a slight pause before he spoke.

“If you’d rather meet somewhere else, we can always go anywhere you’re comfortable,” she added teasingly.

“No, I mean why do you want to meet at all?”

“Well, you see. The thing is, we have a Thing. A fantasy,” Summer replied. “It actually started as my husband’s fantasy, but I think I might want it too now ... with you.”

Holy fuck!!! Bells and whistles and flashing lights went off in his head. He pulled the phone away from his ear and looked at it like there might be something wrong with the device.

Cole took a long slow breath just to make sure he didn’t hyperventilate. “So you’re doing this to fulfill your husband’s fantasy?” He’d heard of this in rumors and stories, but thought it highly unlikely. What wife would do such a thing?

“Pardon me, but that’s a little hard to believe. Is this some kind of a trick?”

“Why would you say that?” She asked sweetly. “I really enjoyed being with you the other day, Cole, and I want to try going on this adventure with you.”

“It has been my experience that wives have little to no interest in making a husband’s fantasy a reality.”

She laughed out loud, and he smiled because it sounded like pure joyful music. “And your experience consists of having precisely how many wives?”

“Two. Granted, it’s a small sample size. And neither was the most accommodating woman in many areas.”

“Exactly. And girls these days are way sluttier. I’m way sluttier, it seems.”

So, it wasn’t just the hookers he’d been with. God, how I loved today’s girls. He was obviously born 40 years too early.

“And I want to give Ken what he really wants,” she added. “To watch me with somebody else. Somebody special. Somebody who knows how to handle me?” she giggled. “Like you did.”

Silence fell over the conversation as the young couple waited for a response from the older man.

“How slutty?” Cole asked, starting to lean into this idea just a little bit.

“Come tomorrow and find out. I really want this adventure, Cole. And I really want you to come on it with me.”

When she hung up, he kept looking at his phone as if it had played a trick on him. Was she serious? Was this some weird game? Was it real?

He didn’t know any of the answers, but he sure as hell wanted to find out.

The next evening arrived in a blur, leaving Cole nervously adjusting his tie outside a bustling city bar. He wore his best suit wanting to impress as much as possible. It never would have occurred to him that the other two parties were equally as nervous.

Ken

Summer looked stunning. Her tight black dress hugged her spectacular curves perfectly, while the plunging neckline showed off her ample tanned assets. Her blonde ponytail was even more elaborate than usual, and her makeup was runway model worthy.

As they stood scanning the bar crowd, Ken saw almost every male head turn, and some female ones, too. She, on the other hand, was only searching for Cole. A mix of nervousness and excitement was etched across her face. Her laser focus on that old coot was mind boggling.

“Oh, there he is.” She took off for the corner booth without waiting for Ken, who trailed behind. Yet, at this meeting the young husband was determined to take control, no matter what.

When Ken approached the table, Cole stood up to greet him, hand extended. But Summer was already sliding into the booth next to the older man, her dress straining against her big tits catching the older man’s attention. She smiled coquettishly at Cole, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“He’s coming, babe. Sit, sit.”

Ken hesitated, then sat across from Cole, studying the man intently. The little man seemed calm, almost amused by the awkwardness.

“I’m so glad you came, Cole. Let’s get some drinks. Ken, can you get me a Chardonnay?”

Her husband looked confused. Did she expect him to go the bar? Why not wait for someone to come to the table?

“Go, Ken!”

As he reluctantly rose to fetch drinks, Summer leaned forward toward Cole in the bench seat they shared, allowing her dress top to open slightly more. The view was breathtaking, and Cole could be seen staring shamelessly at the tantalizing display.

At the noisy bar, Ken could see but not hear what was going on in the booth.

He watched an excited Summer lean in closer to her prey, her voice rising above the din of the bar. She was talking in her rapid-fire nervous mode while her fingers traced patterns on the tabletop, drawing Cole’s gaze to the delicate lines of her arms and the hint of her bra strap peeking out under her dress.

Ken returned with Summer’s wine and a beer for himself, setting them down carefully as he heard his wife sharing a great deal of information. She was giving the older man the rundown on their jobs and lives.

Cole’s eyes darkened with interest as he listened to her animated tale, sipping his drink. “A personal trainer. No wonder you look so good. You guys seem to have a great relationship.”

“It’s ... complicated. But fun.” She glanced at Ken, who nodded in agreement, because what else could do.

“So tell me,” Cole leaned closer, voice low and deliberate. “Is tonight the night for this fantasy or just an information gathering event.”

“It’s more like a first date,” she stated.

“No, it’s more like a job interview,” Ken disagreed sternly.

Cole’s eyebrows arched upward as Ken made the unexpected comparison. He glanced at Summer, who simply shrugged with a playful smirk. Then, he turned his attention back to Ken, considering the statement.

“A job interview?” he repeated. “Will it be that much work?”

Summer’s eyes narrowed in amusement, leaning forward across the table to brush a stray lock from her husband’s forehead.

“Yes, baby. Cole’s applying to be my ... personal ... what exactly?” Her tongue darted out, tracing her plump lower lip.

Ken turned from his whimsical wife back to the older man. “We have ground rules to discuss to see if you can deal with them.”

Cole’s lips curled into a half-smile, his eyes flickering briefly to the exposed flesh of Summer’s chest. He crossed his ankles, hands folded neatly on the table.

“Ground rules?” said a surprised Summer.

“Ground rules, of course.” Cole’s voice carried a hint of amusement at the obvious rift between the young couple. They were clearly not on the same page. Yet underneath, there was a firm resolve in each of the parties to get what they wanted. He understood this wasn’t a typical first date/interview.

“Naturally, I’m here to listen.”

“Rule One: I will always be in the room.”

“Agreed. I don’t know, honestly, how I will perform under those circumstances, but I agree to Rule One.”

“You did pretty good on the mountain,” Summer said, placing her hand on his forearm. Ken shifted uncomfortably, keeping an eye on that hand, but Summer ignored him.

“Rule Two: No kissing and no rough stuff.

Cole nodded slowly, understanding the boundaries. “Agreed. I will respect your marriage and Summer’s safety.”

“Rule Three: We set the dates. We initiate everything. We say when it’s over. You’re just ... just...”

“The Cock?” Summer offered, looking playfully at her husband.

“I have a cock, too, honey.”

“Ok. The Big Cock.”

“Whatever.”

“I have a question for Cole, if that’s OK,” she stated.

“Sure,” Cole said, turning to feast his eyes on the goddess.

“How do you feel about adding a little humiliation into the mix? For Ken’s benefit, of course.” She was obviously trying to humiliate her husband right now.

“I don’t understand. Sorry, I haven’t ever done anything remotely like this.”