“Honey?” he said.
“Yes?“
“There’s one way to find out, you know.“
“What? Putting up a profile?“
“Yes. Why not?“
“Because… “, she said.
“We don’t have to reply to any of the men who write to you.“
“Yes, well. If I agreed to do it, you’d just get your hopes up. You’d think I’d end up fucking someone.“
He turned his head and looked at her.
“I won’t. I promise.“
“Good. Cause I won’t.“
“I know.“
“It’s just to see who answers.“
Tom’s heart beat faster.
“Of course.“
“Alright, then.“
“Alright?“, he asked.
“Alright,” she responded, “Let’s go downstairs and write a text for a profile.“
They got up from the bed, got dressed, and went down into the living room. Tom got his computer and they sat down on the couch.
“What do you want me to write?” he asked, his fingers hovering above the keyboard.
They talked about it for a while, until finally they landed on this wording:
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Looking for a Young Lover
I am a happily married woman who, with my husband’s enthusiastic consent, is looking for a young lover, who finds a big, mature woman like me attractive.
I want to come to your place, where you can take care of me and my sexual satisfaction. My husband stays at home.
I want an experience of fun, joy and mutual respect.
I want you to be:
● Fun, considerate and amenable
● Discreet
● Younger than me
● Sharp-witted (academic is a big plus)
● Equipped with a big, pretty cock that you know how to use
If this has sparked your interest, send me a message. I’m looking forward to hearing from you.
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“So, honey,” he asked, “Shall we?“
The cursor rested on the “Publish profile” button. Her eyes met his, and she took a deep breath.
“Yes, do it,” she answered, “But only to see what kind of answers we get.“
He clicked, and their profile became visible to the world.
Then he put his arm around her shoulder and drew her close. She leaned against him and rested her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead. They sat in silence.
“Thank you, honey,” he whispered.
“For what?” she asked.
“For agreeing to do this. I know it doesn’t mean that you’ll see anybody, but it means a lot to me all the same.“
She smiled and put her hand on his and gave it a squeeze.
“I know, honey,” she said. “I love you, and I want you to be happy.“
He closed his eyes. In this moment, with his wife by his side, he was filled with love.
Tuesday
Two days later
Chapter 4 – Responses
Hannah sat in her arm chair and scrolled through the responses on their feeld-profile. Tom sat next to her on the couch and watched her face and tried to make out what she was thinking. She looked up and frowned.
“32 responses?“, she said, “That’s insane.“
“I told you,” he replied, “It’s a very attractive offer.“
“But still…“
“Isn’t it nice to know? So many young men want to fuck you.“
“They haven’t seen me.“
“Believe me, if you’d added pictures, you’d have gotten a hell of a lot more.“
“Hm,” she said and looked down on her phone again.
She scrolled a bit more.
“A lot of them are just »Wanna fuck?« or a dick pic or things like that,” she said. She stopped scrolling and tilted her head.