Heather's mother, Amy, was a cougar. She was a hottie at forty, with a taste for younger, virile men. She was of medium height, pretty, fashionable, with all the desired curves. Her hair was varying shades of auburn. Amy had big knockers. Jake loved the way she filled out a sweater. He sometimes pictured Amy, while he made love to Merrill.
Merrill despised Amy. In part, it was because the two women were too much alike. Mostly, however, Merrill was bitter about the way Amy talked down to her. Amy was eager to point out that Merrill hadn't gone to college, and had to get married as a teenager because she was pregnant.
A couple of months into his relationship with Heather, Jake got a call, from out of the blue, from Amy. She said, "Jake, I want to talk to you, if I can, in private. It's about my daughter." Jake cringed. "I hope you can promise not to discuss this with Merrill, Jake, because it's a sensitive issue."
Jake said, "I will keep your confidence, Amy. I'll meet with you at your convenience."
"How about now, at my house?"
He said, "I'll be over in a few minutes, Amy."
Upon hanging up, Jake told Merrill everything that had been said in the conversation. He concluded, "I am terrified, Merrill. It would be very embarrassing if she spilled the beans about Heather. Jenna, I trust."
Merrill reassured him, "Don't jump to conclusions, Jake. What you did with Heather was perfectly legal. The authorities wouldn't touch you. She says she wants to talk about Heather. It's probably nothing. In fact, the way she is looking to be alone with you, I suspect she may be interested in you, herself, rather than being concerned about her daughter."
Jake tread carefully, "I never thought of that. It would be flattering if she made a pass at me, but...."
Merrill gave him a skeptical look, "Jacob, I know that Amy is hot, and that you have noticed it. You're a tit man, and she's got a serious pair. If she makes a pass at you, you have my permission to nail her, then toss her aside, like the whore she is. Okay?"
"Okay." Merrill and Amy did not like each other.
Jake crossed the street, and walked down to the corner, to get to Amy's. He wore his accustomed sweats. He rang the doorbell. Amy answered. She wore a sleek dress that flattered her. All dolled up, and looking luscious. She invited him to sit on the living room couch. She sat down so close to him that their legs were nearly touching. She said, "Thank you so much for coming, Jake."
"I apologize for my appearance, but this is what I was wearing when you called."
Amy leaned toward him, amicably, and lightly touched his thigh. She reassured him, "Oh, you look fine, Jake. You always look fine." A brief pause. "You're a very attractive man, Jake. Anyway, I am worried about my daughter, Heather, and I hope that I can ask you for some advice, from a man's perspective."
"I'll help in any way I can, Amy."
"Oh, good!" She inched toward him. Their legs touched. "Heather has always been...precocious. She was interested in boys at an early age, unlike her cousin, Jenna. She had a steady boyfriend when she was only sixteen. I know that she spends time over at your house, Jake. I don't want to offend you, because I trust you completely, but you are a man, after all."
Jake thought that "precocious" was the same as "promiscuous," but his confusion did not interfere with his taking Amy's meaning. He said, "Well, Heather does come over once in a while. Rest assured, Amy, that Heather has never, not for one minute, been alone with me. Merrill is always present. We insist on that, to avoid any suspicion."
Amy showed her relief by increasing her hand contact with Jake's thigh, and taking a deep breath that caused her bosom to strain against her dress. She said, "Oh, Jake, I am so happy to hear that! I was worried. You are a very attractive man, and a man has needs. Even a married man might need a little release once in a while. Isn't that true?"
Jake said, carefully, "Well, I certainly understand a man's needs, Amy. Sure, every marriage goes through some tough times, even romantically." He looked directly into her eyes. "I can well imagine a married man seeking a little affection on the side."
Amy took a deep breath, and turned her shoulder so her chest pointed directly at him. Jake cast his eyes downward, to take in her bosom, then returned his eyes to hers, and smiled. He asked, "That is a beautiful dress, Amy. May I touch the fabric?"
Amy leaned toward him even more, and now put both hands on his thigh, and squeezed. Jake put one huge hand on her waist, firmly. He slid his hand up the sleek fabric, brushing the side of her breast. She said, "If I can ever be of any help to you Jake, I am always available to you. You are an attractive man. It would be a shame if you were...unsatisfied." She licked her lips.
Jake also licked his lips. He now leaned into her, and set one hand on her thigh. He said, "Now that you mention it, Amy, I admit I have always found you very attractive." He looked up and down at her figure. "You are sexy, very sexy." Their lips were now inches apart, and they both leaned forward, and kissed. Jake took her head in both hands, and kissed her again, open-mouthed. He broke the kiss, and said, "My wife and child are home, Amy. I need to get back. Maybe we can talk some more, soon, when we can get a moment alone."
"Yes, Jake. I'll call you, or you call me."
He left with a long, lingering kiss. Jake was so self-satisfied that he all but skipped home. He told Merrill everything, even acting out the body language and physical part of his meeting with Amy. He concluded, "Because you have always been present when I was with Heather, she will never suspect anything. She used it as an excuse to get to me."
Merrill said, "You don't have to look so delighted, Jacob. I guess it would be okay for you to do her, over there. I don't want to be involved. In fact, I'd rather you didn't have her, here."
Jake said, "I'm concerned, Merrill. Would you be jealous if I slept with Amy? Because, if you would, I don't want to touch her."
Merrill said, "No, Jake. As you know, there is no love lost between Amy and me. I want you to go over there, and use her. Tear her apart. It's funny, I don't feel jealous of you being with select women, at select times. As long as we're open about it, I'm good. As far as Amy goes, I don't like her, and we are rivals. For her to beg my husband for sex, and for him to use her for his pleasure, with my blessing, is degrading for her. I love it. Have fun with her. Make her your sex toy."
"God, I love you!"
Several days later, Jake got a call from Amy. She said, "Jake, tomorrow morning, I'll be alone in the house. I know that tomorrow is Merrill's day to spend at school, with Ashley. We'd have at least five hours, alone."
