When Dave met Brooke a few years earlier through a mutual friend, he wasn't necessarily looking for a younger woman. He wasn't even normally attracted to women of her generation, but she seemed very different. She was extremely cute, funny and smart, but for a woman just shy of thirty years old, she seemed mature and responsible beyond her years. He wondered what she could see in a guy more than twenty years older with average looks, but over the next couple of years, she proved her love for him in countless ways.
Before she became a nurse, she had been an elite gymnast and was a member of a competitive cheerleading squad that won a world championship in Germany. A tragic car accident her freshman year of college crushed her hand, ending her olympic gymnastics and college cheerleading dreams.
She was still in great shape when they met, however. Her body was still that of a classic gymnast, standing barely five feet with well developed muscles, including ripped abs, and little body fat. Her ass was to die for. Her breasts were small, barely B-cups, but quite beautiful with small, sensitive nipples. If that weren't enough, she was the only natural blonde he'd ever dated. He knew he'd "outkicked his coverage" with her, making many people think they were father and daughter when they went out.
Their age difference wasn't much of a barrier while they were dating, but once they started talking about marriage, Dave felt they should discuss how it might affect their physical relationship in the future. Although he was still able to perform in the bedroom, he knew there was a good chance he wouldn't be able to in fifteen or twenty years when she would still be in her sexual prime.
She initially laughed it off by saying, "Your tongue will still work, right?"
But during the next couple of talks on the subject, she surprised him by asking, "Hypothetically, if you couldn't perform anymore, would you be okay with me having another guy in the bedroom now and then? Not like a boyfriend, but just for sex."
He didn't think she was being serious at first. His lack of jealousy had always frustrated her, so it wasn't unusual for her to try to get a rise out of him by talking about other guys. When he realized she was being sincere, he reluctantly agreed to her arrangement in principle, saying he'd be okay with it if she could handle the emotional aspect and not fall for someone else. Dave had always been very open-minded and it seemed only fair, considering everything she gave up to be with a much older man.
They couldn't have been more in love when they were wed previous fall. They soon purchased a nice home in a gated suburban neighborhood, but she was quite apprehensive about being all alone in a new town and neighborhood because of the number of nights he spent away from home as a professional pilot. The new neighbors proved to be very friendly, however, and were known for helping each other out when someone needed a hand.
As they gradually began to meet the neighbors, the friendliest turned out to be their next-door neighbors, Will and Yolanda. As far as they knew, they were the only black family in the neighborhood. It was hard for Dave to get any work done outside because he and Will always ended up talking and cutting up for at least a half an hour every time they ran into each other.
If you didn't know him, Will's appearance could be quite intimidating. At about 6'-4", sporting a shaved head and weighing at least a muscular 275, he was quite an imposing figure. The first time Dave introduced him to Brooke, he thought he noticed Will checking out her hot little body, but that wasn't unusual. He had become accustomed to it. In fairness, Dave knew he was just as guilty for drooling over Yolanda's massive breasts.
He also noticed their stark size contrast when his wife's tiny hand completely disappeared in Will's the first time they shook hands. At the time, he didn't make anything of how frisky she seemed in bed that night.
Around the time they moved into the new house, they both noticed Dave's sex drive wasn't what it had been. He attributed it to working himself to exhaustion from the move and all his DIY projects, but it didn't really return as he got caught up. Brooke urged him to see a doctor, so he finally relented. Sure enough, he had an issue with his prostate. It wasn't cancer, but it was abnormal.
Once she knew he wasn't going to die on her in their first year of marriage, she said she understood and would make the best of the situation while he continued with more testing and treatment. Once he was on his meds, it was difficult to maintain an erection, much less reach orgasm.
About three weeks later, Dave got some great news. He was finally senior enough to upgrade to captain at his airline. She was thrilled he had finally achieved something for which he'd been awaiting patiently so many years, but her joy was short-lived when he told her it meant he had to be in training for three weeks out of state. They had never been away from each other more than a week and she hated those longer trips. She tried to be understanding, but couldn't hide her tears.
A few nights after the news, they were talking about their upcoming separation before bed.
She shyly asked, "Do you remember when we first talked about getting married and we talked about how if you ever got to the point you couldn't perform in bed?"
She had his full attention.
She continued, "So, wouldn't that technically be now? It's been three weeks already, and it'll be two months by the time you get home from training. Who knows when you'll feel up to it after that."
That question caught him off guard. He already felt awful about not being able satisfy her lately, but this wasn't the scenario he had in mind when he'd agreed to her proposal. Surely his problem was just temporary. He'd secretly fantasized about sharing her since that first pre-marital talk, but it wasn't really something he thought would ever happen in real life. He wasn't sure where in his psyche the allure of wife-sharing came from. Perhaps, like he'd once read, it was one of the highest forms of submission for someone who's almost always in charge in his daily life. Maybe it was from imagining how hot his wife could be if she had a secret slutty side.
Again, he wondered if this was just another one of her hypothetical questions to test his lack of jealousy. He also never thought a couple of months without intercourse would be enough for her to ask for this. He knew he could still get her off when he was home, and she had her toys when he wasn't.
Above all, he was a man of his word, so he replied, "That's not really what I meant when we talked about this before, but I know this is terribly unfair to you. Is this something you really need?"
"Need is a strong word. I don't want a sexless marriage and I don't want to be here alone for weeks. Although I'd love you even more for trusting me that much, I'd probably just chicken out anyway," she confessed.
Since they were both secretly aroused by the thought of her getting pounded by some young stud, they tried having sex right after that talk. Once again, Dave just couldn't finish. She tried to hide her disappointment, but couldn't. It broke his heart when she locked herself in the bathroom and cried.
He tried to console her, telling her that if she was serious about what she had said, then he'd be okay with her trying it. He made it very clear he would never do anything to risk her safety or their relationship, so there could be no secrets.
The next time they talked about it was a few nights later when Dave wondered why they hadn't talked about finding a candidate.
He suggested, "I think it probably shouldn't be a complete stranger. That's just not safe, especially when I'm out of town. I'd also prefer it not be an ex-boyfriend or someone like that. That seems like too much risk of becoming emotionally attached."
She looked down at the floor, fidgeting a little, and said, "I...uh...kind of already have someone in mind."
"Oh yeah? Who?"
"Well...I ran into Will while I was jogging yesterday. We decided to walk together for a bit, and he seemed to be flirting pretty hard. I think he's pretty hot and you seem to like him, so I just told him what we talked about. I hope that's okay. He seemed to want the job."
"You think?" Dave replied sarcastically.
He hadn't seen that one coming. She'd never said anything before about Will being attractive, only that he seemed very nice. If this was really going to happen, he certainly had no problem with her choice. Just the thought of her and Will together flooded his mind with graphic sexual imagery. He'd always been turned on by interracial porn, so it was hard to hide his enthusiasm over her choice.
But after a reality check, he reminded her, "But baby, he's married, and Yolanda would kill him if she found out."
She grinned and said, "Well, about that. He confided that they have just the opposite problem. They've been married almost twenty years and his sex drive is way more than she wants to deal with most of the time, so she lets him indulge his kink of bedding white wives occasionally. She doesn't worry about him running off with the married ones so much."
Dave thought Will must've been bullshitting her.
"But Baby," he continued, "what if he's...you know...really big down there? How could you possibly enjoy that?"
She laughed, "Oh my God, Babe! I'm sure that's just a myth!"
I reality, she didn't think it was. Dave was the smallest guy she had been with and her college friends who dated black guys had told her lots of first-hand stories. For him to think he was the biggest she could handle was pretty funny.
He thought on it for a minute, trying to come up with other pitfalls, but honestly, he couldn't think of a better candidate. He seemed like a really nice guy and he trusted him more than anyone else in their new area.
