1. BLITHE


    Date: 10/4/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Male / Females, Romance, Author: Gentalman, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    asking, “So what are your son’s plans for college?” I lost count how many times she had asked my parents instead of me. I butted in with, “You know, I’m sitting right here. You could ask me the questions.” “Oh, I’m sorry.” she feigned, “Of course dear. I was just expecting your parents to keep you on a steady path.” “Trust me, they keep me steady alright.” I replied. “Now college…” I started, “I can probably attend any one Candy does. I’ve got a high grade point average and I’m interested in business management.” and wiped my mouth with a napkin. “But that isn’t what you want to know.” I looked at Frances just steaming, “My mom came here thinking that Candice wasn’t good enough for me. Now, because of you, she’s probably wondering if I’m good enough for Candice.” I had to run my mouth some more on the subject, “I’m telling you that Candice and I love each other.” and sighed, “So whatever plans you thought you had for Candice, like marrying her off to some rich and prominent man somewhere, isn’t going to happen. I’m the one, get it?” “Well.” Frances scoffed, tossing her napkin down, “I see you’re hell-bent on the matter.” and eased her tone, “Perhaps we can discuss it at another time?” “I think I’m done discussing it.” I replied, seeing the worried look in Candice’s eyes. “If Candice decides she is happier without me, that’s her choice, not yours.” and stood up, “Until then, I’ll be hell-bent on making sure she’s happier with me than without.” and left the table. “I told you ...
    there’s a fire in his belly.” Henry stated, as I left the dining room. I went outside to cool off. I kept coming up with other things I could have said. It reminded me that hind-sight is twenty-twenty, like my dad had pointed out to me. I tossed some pebbles at the back of Jenny, bouncing them off of her spare tire. Of all people that I could have guessed would have followed me outside, Frances was at the bottom of my list. “Jake?” she called, coming up behind me. I rolled my eyes when I saw her. “I wasn’t very nice to you in there.” I admitted. “Sorry about that.” I apologized, kicking dirt in front of me. She stepped in front of me and eyed Jenny. “I was sixteen when my parents told me I would be marrying Henry.” she started, focusing on my jeep. “It wasn’t a surprise to me either.” she admitted. “Fortunately, I knew Henry from middle school.” and turned to look at me. “I was brain-washed really. They raised me to be the wife important people would want me to be.” “Why wouldn’t they want you to be happy?” I asked, a little baffled at her confession. She smiled and replied, “They thought they were.” dropping her head and kicking some dirt of her own. “Thinking Henry would give me a good life, and he has, they firmly believed that money can buy happiness.” “Did it?” I asked, studying her closely. “I’m happy with Henry, if that’s what you mean.” she claimed, “But there’s something my parents didn’t tell me.” I raised my eyebrows in curiosity, “What was that?” I asked. “Money ...