In just one day, Chase has made me realize how desperately I've needed some actual male company around the house.
Sure, both my husband and son are obviously males, but Chase is the only one I can actually consider a man.
That very first night he had helped more around the house than either of them have in years. I cooked, of course, but he actually stepped up and did the dishes, cleaned the kitchen, and showed some fucking appreciation for what I do around here.
Not to mention, fucked me to the point of physical and mental exhaustion.
It's a nice feeling; getting fucked to where you don't even want to move or think, just cuddle up against the man responsible for it and make sure he feels like a king.
And for a whole week, I get to be treated like a woman again.
I'll admit, I was initially pretty distraught when Chase first showed up and told me he was staying the entire time my husband and son were away. But he did a pretty good job at showing me that him staying over is actually something to be happy about.
And to thank him for his performance last night, I woke up before him and made him breakfast before he had to go to school today. Eggs, bacon, toast, juice, the works. It didn't feel like a chore like it does with my husband. If anything, I was excited to make him food and see what he had to say about it.
For such a simple breakfast, he showered my cooking skills with praise, and even cleaned up the kitchen for me before he had to go to his classes.
I never knew such small things like this could actually make me feel appreciated.
I know he may still seem like a bully and an asshole to my son and his friends, but that is not the side of Chase I see.
To me, he's just a young man who knows how to treat a lady. He may have some trouble with people that annoy him like my son's friends, but that's something I can gently teach him while he roughly fucks me.
Unfortunately, waking up and making him food meant he didn't have enough time for a quickie, so I've been a bit horny and frustrated while waiting for him to get back from school.
His texts while he's been gone let me know that he wants to try something new when he gets back, and my body has been excited ever since.
New position? New room? New anything?
After years of missionary once a month, I'm ready for anything. Especially if it means another round with that fat cock of his.
With some actual good sex for once and some help around the house, my sex drive has been wild since yesterday. It's taking everything in me to not blow his phone up with nudes and sexts.
Not like I haven't already sent a few to wish him luck at school.
He already has the first few pictures I sent about a week ago, so what's the harm in a few more?
Still, I can't let this stop me from my daily routine, so instead of staying home and fucking anything phallic-shaped in the house while imagining it's him, I drag myself outside and to the grocery store to pick up dinner for tonight.
He told me he'd stay out until around dinner time and would text me when he's heading back to my house, so I'll be using that as a gauge as to when to start cooking.
Stepping out of my car, I shiver. It's starting to get colder now. Unfortunately, that means no tight t-shirts on Chase, at least not for a while.
Not like he didn't look hot in that flannel over his hoodie before he left. Plus, I do love how those sweatpants he wore hugged his cute butt and showed off his bulge.
My lips purse as I smile and shake my head.
I've always liked more cocky and forward men, so it only makes sense that the living embodiment of that is the one that has me acting this way.
While pushing my shopping cart around the store, I start to think about how I ended up marrying a man who seems like the exact opposite of the type of man I fantasize about.
Alan is the furthest thing from someone like Chase, that's pretty obvious.
Initially, I was attracted to his gentle nature, especially after being dumped by someone in a fraternity back in college. While he didn't have the confidence I was normally attracted to, I thought his quietness was relaxing and peaceful, something I needed after being dumped.
Plus, the sex wasn't terrible in the beginning. He at least tried in foreplay, and with toys and my eyes being closed, had some success in getting me to climax.
Not anywhere near as intense as Chase, but still.
And Alan would actually communicate with me. He'd let me know if anything was wrong, he'd actually compliment me or what I've done, and overall would just treat me like someone he actually cared about.
That all changed pretty quickly after we had graduated and he entered the workforce. He got better, for a while, and that's around when Andrew was born.
Then, it was right back to his old ways. I could put up with it, at least back then. He would at least help around the house and didn't completely seem to not care about anything other than work.
But things just steadily become more and more like how they are today. All he does is work, leaving me to do all the parenting and housework.
It's pretty clear why I fell into the arms of a man like Chase, thinking back on everything. Still a strange pairing.
A mother and her son's bully.
I know I'll have to tell someone about this affair soon.
Not my Alan or Andrew, though. Obviously.
And it's not out of guilt or regret.
A girl's gotta gossip, afterall.
And I've got a good group of girlfriends who would eat this up. A few of them have had affairs, be it one-night stands or ongoing, and we've all giggled and gossiped about it.
Not our business to get involved in their marriage.
I'll have to leave out Chase's relation to my son, though. That might be a bit too much for the group to look over.
But, a much younger man that can fuck an orgasm out of me like it's nothing? Shit, they'd probably want his number after hearing everything I could tell them.
I laugh to myself gently as I walk to the meat counter.
"Afternoon, Emma!" the man behind the counter greets me.
Barney, one of the workers for the meat department, was someone I've known for a while now.
An older, more rotund man, he has a wealth of knowledge about meat and how to cook it, along with what to pair with it. He's admittedly been a source of a lot of the recipes I use.
His two favorite things in the world, evidenced by how often he talks about them, would be his wife and meat of any variety.
"Picking up dinner for your family tonight?" he asks with a smile.
I return the smile, "Yes. I think I'll be making something nice for my man tonight." I tell him, not planning on specifying who my 'man' is.
My eyes drift to the seafood display. It all looks fresh and I'm actually craving some fish tonight. I doubt Chase would turn his nose up to something like fresh seafood.
