I like Literotica but it can be difficult to come up with something different and the comments are often ruthless. I try to explore alternate realities or situations with angst.
I do spell and grammar checks and proof read but bound to miss some. If that bothers you too much maybe think about reading something else.
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Best Wishes, Satin.
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The four of us had been best of friends since school, now in our mid-forties that felt like a lifetime ago. We married a few years apart, had families of similar ages and stilled lived close to each other. The gym and yoga helped us stay in shape, limiting weight gain to only a few pounds over the years, leaving each of us only slightly curvier. We balanced the exercise with wine and an informal book club; throughout all of that we shared details of our lives as only close female friends do.
For me 'Susan', most of that weight seemed to land on my chest, which had increased a couple of sizes to 36d. To be honest I liked that, it made me feel more feminine than when I was younger and a modest b cup. I loved classic films and favoured vintage fitted clothes, often sweeping and pinning up my long blonde curls to fit that style. I was a widow having been married to Vince before his untimely accident and had a single son Danny who I worried about constantly.
Helen had a sharp modern look which matched her personality; she was very direct and to the point and flirted shamelessly. She kept up to date with trends and changed constantly. Her black hair was worn in a variety of styles often in a chin length bob and her figure was trim. Helen's eldest Sadie was a mini version of her and had already left for college, leaving just her son Charlie at home; she worried about what life would be like as an empty nester especially as she had divorced years previously.
Jane had longer wavy auburn hair, feathered to frame her beautiful face and deep brown pools of her eyes. She had the curviest figure of us all, although far from being fat. Her style was 'business like' and professional. With two teenage girls, her life was constant drama which her husband Stu sensibly did his best to keep out of.
Dianne was the final member of the 4 musketeers, she'd been an Irish dancer when younger and still carried herself really well; she was all elegance and grace. She looked younger than her years and had what I thought was the perfect body. The curly red hair which hinted at her Irish ancestry was pulled back in a complex set of braids and knots with stray curls often hanging loose. She had twin boys who thankfully took after her rather than their pig of a father Colin.
Our latest topic was my and Helen's 19 year old sons; they were both intelligent and off to University the following Autumn. Our worries were centred on how much time they spent in their bedrooms gaming and the apparent lack of any social life.
"Honestly Helen, I can hardly get Danny out of his bedroom, and when he does he rarely communicates at all, it's mostly a series of grunts."
"It's just a parent thing, when he comes over to ours he is incredibly bright, polite and communicative. Our Charlie on the other hand is the total opposite, he doesn't have many friends, I am wondering if he might be gay."
"Is that a bad thing?" queried Jane.
"No way, we'd probably have far more in common, but I don't want him bottling things up. I just wish he'd talk to me about whatever is going on in that head of his."
Jane laughed, "He is just a typical guy, firstly there is probably nothing much going on in his head; secondly he is perfectly fine in his own world; and thirdly whatever is going on, the last people he is going to share with is his parents! Trying to work your boys out is as pointless as telling you two not to worry about them."
"God Yeah you probably right. It's ok for you, at least with girls they talk."
"Oh I don't know about that, at present it's a series of screams, rants and arguments; you don't know how lucky you are!"
"We just want to help them through things though, it's a very unsettling period of their lives and there are all sorts of horror stories about the mental health of teenagers."
Dianne seemed deep in thought, "Actually I've started reading a book on tribal traditions that relates to this discussion, I thought it might be an option for book club."
"Oh, what's it about and how come it's relevant?"
"Well I was reading about a remote Island in Papua New Guinea where they have a system for guiding young men like your two into adulthood. It's quite salacious, it sounds weird to us but there is no monogamy in their society. If a man goes hunting, he will entrust protection of his wife and children to a family member, maybe a brother or cousin. And whilst under his roof, he is entitled to bed her.
They also have something called a 'generations' ceremony. Boys coming of age at 18 undergo various tests and rituals before they are regarded as a man of the village. It is mostly hunting, skill tasks and living alone in the jungle but their mothers arrange for them to be placed with a wife who has passed child bearing age. They often choose friends or even relatives, and it involves a lot of negotiation and bartering."
I interrupted, "So the husbands have to accept the younger generation taking their wives?"
"Sounds good to me so far," laughed Helen.
"It is a great honour for women to be involved in the ceremony, it involves a massive tribal gathering, that whips everyone up into a frenzy, they talk about dream fires, smoking herbs and trance like states. The elders instruct the young men to drop their gourds. The wives then walk up to them and escort them back to the shelters. They stay with them and have sex every night until the wife declares them competent; it can be days or even weeks. At some point the wife says you're a man now... walk with confidence. She remains as a sort of advisor and sponsor until he finds a wife of his own."
The three of us sat slightly bemused as Diane finished her tale.
Helen ventured, "Well we'd better get that added to the book club."
"Don't you think it's a bit creepy?"
Dianne responded, "To us maybe, but remember their culture is different. Oh my God, imagine if you had to choose one of us for your Danny!"
Helen sniggered, "I wouldn't mind that," when we protested she added, "Oh come on; don't look so shocked... he is a hunk."
"He's only 19 for God's sake!"
"Even better... anyway the sponsor/ advisor thing sounds like a smart idea. And sex with an experienced partner the first time would have been a lot better than what I went through at 17 in the back of my boyfriend's car; that's was nothing short of traumatic."
Jane replied, "You're so bad; what if it was your Charlie, who would he want and who would you chose?
"Oh that's easy, Susan is an absolute cougar and he has always liked her."
It was my turn express surprise, "Has he? I thought you said he might be gay?"
Jane scoffed, "Oh come off it Susan, he is certainly not gay, he's always ogling you, he can hardly tear his eyes away from your big tits."
"He does no such thing; he is a lovely well-mannered young man."
"That's true," mused Diane... "With a hard on for you."
I blushed in embarrassment and just a hint of gratification as they all burst into laughter.
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Helen caught me the next day, "I have been thinking about book club, you know... that story. And well, I think it might have some merit, not the sex, just like as an advisor and someone to talk to."
"How do you mean?"
"Well our kids don't talk to us, but Danny chats away to me and I meant what I said yesterday about Charlie liking you. So we arrange a couple of times where we accidently bump into the boys alone and have a chat to find out what is going on with them."
"We could try it I guess, they do clam up if it's mum asking, I joked about it but I am worried about Danny. We could try talking, see if that helps them open up and confide things. We need to boost their confidence and encourage them to go out more."
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