The Sugar Daddy Next Door Chapter 1
By Subone1
This is pure fantasy, take it for what it is. Don't try in to inject realism into this story, it won't work! Just enjoy!
My wife, Caroline, and I have been married for 4 years. She is 28 and I am 29. Caroline is petite, standing only 5'1" in her stocking feet. She weighs 110 pounds and has shoulder length black hair. Her pale skin is flawless, as are her pretty blue eyes. I love her dark eyebrows; she sort of has that "Snow White" look about her. Her figure is perfect, capped off by her 36C tits. She is very shy and quiet, submissive actually, almost to a fault. When we first met in college, it took me weeks to convince her to go out with me.
We were married a couple years after college. However, I intentionally misled Caroline out of fear of losing her. I knew she wanted to have children, but I am sterile, and I hid that fact from her. I rationalized that we could always adopt, so I told myself that misleading her was no big deal.
After a couple years of trying to conceive, I confessed my sterility to her. Luckily, she wasn't angry, just very disappointed in me and disappointed that she would never have a biological child of her own. Our life moved on.
I started my career as a junior CPA in a large accounting firm. It was a very competitive firm, and I had difficulty getting promoted. Caroline worked in a ladies clothing shop at the mall. With her sales commission, she normally made more money in a week than I did! We bought a nice starter home, and our life was comfortable, then came Covid. Caroline lost her job at the clothing shop and was struggling to find another position; seemingly getting more depressed every day. Money started to get tight.
Our next-door neighbors got foreclosed on and lost their home, so we considered ourselves lucky compared to them. Their house sold within days of going on the market.
Our new neighbor was a retired bank executive named Gerald. He lived alone, worked out a lot, and always gave us a friendly wave when he saw us. Gerald was a big guy, about 6'4" and probably weighed 225, but he was more muscle than fat. Gerald was black with salt and pepper hair. If not for the bit of gray in his hair, someone could easily mistake him for about 45 years old. In reality, he was in his early 60s.
Since losing her job, Caroline was home just about all day, every day. One day, Gerald invited Caroline over for coffee after I left for work. She declined that first offer, but Gerald persisted, and eventually she told me after work one night that she accepted his offer.
"That's great hon," I told her. "You need some social interaction. And besides, he seems like a smart guy, maybe he can give you some job hunting tips."
"He's very easy to talk to. I hope you're not upset, but I told him about how we're having money issues since I lost my job."
I went to the fridge and grabbed a beer.
"Well, he's a retired bank executive, so he's probably a good guy to discuss money issues with. I'm not upset at all."
Caroline smiled and nodded. I sensed there was more she wanted to tell me, but I let it go. Her visits with Gerald soon grew into a daily event. I was happy she had someone to chat with and confide in. But in retrospect, I was naΓ―ve about how close they were becoming. I always suspected she preferred older men. She loved to be coddled and cuddled, definitely a daddy's girl!
Then one day I came home a bit early. Caroline was sitting at the kitchen table counting stacks of twenty-dollar bills! I think she had a few $50 bills as well. She was wearing a short black skirt, tight white tank top with no bra, and lots of makeup. She had kicked off a pair of high heels which were on the floor next to her chair. Her hair was askew, and her cheeks and chest looked flushed.
Startling her, I asked, "Whoa, what's going on here?"
"Oh, hi babe!" She replied. "I've been meaning to tell you that I got a job, today was payday! Gerald gives me a $20 bill every-time I complete a chore for him. If I do a 'special job', he gives me a $50 bill!"
Naturally I was full of questions! First and foremost, what the heck was a 'special job' I wondered?
"You're working for Gerald?"
She jumped up from the table and stepped back into her heels. Grabbing my hand, she said excitedly, "Come on, Gerald will explain it to you."
We walked next door to Gerald's house. I noticed that Caroline didn't even knock, she just walked in the back door with me in tow.
"Daddy! Brad is here with me!" She called out.
Why is she calling him 'Daddy' I wondered?
Gerald emerged from the other room. He was wearing gym shorts and a tank top, his physique clearly on display; he had a large gold chain around his neck. He was easily four or five inches taller than me, and several pounds heavier.
Shaking my hand he said, "Brad! Thanks for coming over. Has Caroline told you she found a job?"
I couldn't help but notice that Caroline was standing next to Gerald and not me. She had a huge smile on her face and had put her arm around Gerald's waist. Her normal shyness was apparently not an issue around Gerald.
"She mentioned it briefly, then brought me over here for you to explain it to me."
He poured all 3 of us a glass of wine, then led us into his family room. He gestured to a chair for me to sit down and then he and Caroline sat together on the couch. He casually draped his arm around her and gently rubbed her right tit through her tank top.
"Brad, I'm not one to beat around the bush. Caroline does indeed have a job now. She has agreed to be my Sugar Baby and I am now her Sugar Daddy."
I stared blankly at them both. I had read a story years ago about Sugar Daddies and their Sugar Babies, but really didn't know what all that entailed. Gerald sensed my confusion.