[In her story "The Amenity Project," Softly told a sweet, sexy, funny story of four women who designed to "protect" their sons who are just starting college from a group of predaceous junior college girls intending to get the boys make them pregnant in order to entrap them into marriage. Knowing that "boys will be boys," the women (naturally
) decided that the only way to save the boys was to keep them so well fucked they wouldn't have time for the junior college girls.
The plan was that each woman would seduce her son's three friends but one boy had three roommates, so each woman ended up helping keep six boys out of "harm's way!" It's four years later now and, with Softly’s permission, we catch up with the women of the Amenity Project on what may be their final meeting.]
Charlie, the afternoon waiter at Friendly's smiled as the saw the group enter. Yep, it was Monday, the day these women always came in to spend a few hours. It was some kind of club he knew, although no business ever seemed to be transacted. Instead the women ordered Margaritas and told each other hilarious stories. Charlie could never really hear what was said, but from snippets and body language, it was clear they were telling each other about the men they were sleeping with, maybe younger men, maybe more than one younger man each.
Charlie could understand how they did it; they were very attractive women. They actually looked better now than four years ago when they first started coming here. Although he guessed they were all in their early forties, they could pass for ten years younger, mainly from the way they looked and dressed. Now they all wore at least 3 inch heels and few failed to have on cute, short skirts, frilly and flounced or tight across the ass. He was pleased that most had given up pantyhose for proper stockings. He suspected some occasionally omitted the panties. Several had shrunk their waists, giving even the lithe blonde with slightly inadequate superstructure quite a figure. Slinky blouses made the most of their upper-story assets.
By the time several pitchers of Margaritas were history and the after-work customers started to arrive, there were four slightly soused sexy housewives. Charlie never doubted there were going to be an equal number of very happy husbands that night. He was sometimes tempted to "get to know" one of these women better. Seeing them always made him hard. If he could have overheard their conversation this day, he would have exploded.
A closer observer than Charlie, perhaps a Charlene, might have noticed something different about today's meting. For one thing, no one ordered a Margarita but rather an espresso, latte, tisane, or lemonade. For another, the group was strangely subdued.
"Well, we did it," Karen Poplowski said with a somewhat forced smile.
"Yes," Sara Huberman nodded. "All four graduated, all with good GPA's, and no shotgun weddings."
"I should think not, each one with three women to encourage him with his studies ..." added Vicki Vanclette
"When we weren't screwing him silly." Hanna Jurasec interrupted. The women laughed.
"Now they are all leaving for jobs at corporate plants and offices all over the country, Karen said, sadly.
"Amazing! We've been fucking six college boys for four years and our husbands never suspected a thing" Vicki chuckled.
"Why should they?" Sara asked. "I found having affairs with your sons plus Walter Vanclette's three roommates made me feel so good about my self, so sexy, I was coming on to my husband all the time. Ralph's been getting more sex than since we were newlyweds. He can't stop grinning long enough to be suspicious.
"If they weren't men, the sex itself would have made our husbands suspicious," Vicki snorted. “Who ever heard of women our age wanting sex with our husbands!”
There was chuckle and then a lull in the conversation as if everyone had something else to say but was reluctant to say it. Finally Karen took a deep breath and launched out. "Donald didn't suspect either, and yes probably because I was making love to him like crazy, but I still felt bad. I was cheating."
Several women tried to break in to object, but Karen continued. "Maybe you didn't feel that way, but I did. When I came in all those nights full of boy cum, tired but still horny, Donald always made love to me so trustingly, even eating me afterward the way I like it, never dreaming he was cleaning up after several randy twenty year olds. The guilt explains part of it. Then, too, I guess I was already feeling lonely, knowing that my Jimmy would soon be gone and Donald and I would have a big empty house to ourselves."
Several lascivious grins indicated that the other women had thought the same thing and had ideas about how to take advantage of the time alone with their husbands. Karen started to smile herself.
"So I got to thinking how I could make it up to Donald for letting me have fun with six young studs for four years, even if he didn't know it. When I thought about it, there wasn't any doubt what I should do. At the next right time when we were about to start making love I stopped him before he put on the condom and asked him if he still wanted us to start a second family he'd been pestering me about. He snorted like a horny buffalo, went wild with enthusiasm, said yes, yes, he had been dreaming for years about getting me pregnant again, about seeing my pretty tummy bulging with his baby. He even said why didn't I start on those fertility drugs that can promote multiple births. I just laughed and said, yes, we COULD wait several weeks if he wasn't in a hurry, but I had a very sticky flow this morning and was probably fertile all that weekend. I thought he might want to 'get started right away.'"
