Chapter 173 Don't You Want to Have Sex?
"Alright, go ahead," Bethany said, smiling as Kevin headed to his room. Grace, sitting next to her, sighed, "Bethany, I'm so jealous. Your son is so well-behaved. I wish my son was like that. He's got his high school entrance exams coming up, but he doesn't seem to care at all. What's your secret with Kevin ? Teach me your ways."
Bethany chuckled, "You haven't changed a bit, still as fiery as ever." She sighed, seeing Grace's eager eyes. "Kevin used to be a handful, but after his dad passed away, he changed. He hasn't given me any trouble since. Sometimes, I feel like I owe him so much." Tears welled up in her eyes.
"Oh, don't cry. You've made it through the tough times," Grace said, trying to comfort her. "In a couple of years, when Kevin goes to college, you can find someone to share your life with. A woman needs a man, you know."
Bethany shook her head with a bitter smile. "Who would I find at my age? I'm worried about what people would say."
"This is the modern age. Why are you still so old-fashioned?" Grace teased, a mischievous glint in her eye. She leaned in and whispered, "Bethany, don't you want to have sex at all? Life's too short to deny yourself."
Bethany blushed, "I don't have time for that. Not everyone is like you, needing a man to live."
Grace's expression turned wistful. "Don't even get me started. I'm almost like you now. Hardly ever have sex with Andy's dad."
"Why's that?" Bethany asked, surprised. Grace was in her early forties, still in her prime. Even if they didn't have sex as often as when they first got married, once a week seemed reasonable. She couldn't imagine Grace and her husband Byron having issues; Byron was a quiet, honest guy who never argued with anyone.
"Why else? My husband has performance issues. He barely gets started before he's done," Grace said, frustrated. "It leaves me hanging every time, and he's lost interest too. Now I have to take care of myself. Bethany, I heard there are toys for women that mimic a man's equipment. Have you tried one?"
"I'd never use something like that. It doesn't seem proper," Bethany said, glancing worriedly at Kevin 's bedroom door and lowering her voice. "You can't go on like this. Take your husband to a good hospital. Modern medicine can work wonders. You can't live like this forever."
"We've tried everything, taken all kinds of meds, but nothing works. Besides, his equipment isn't very big," Grace said, holding up her little finger for comparison. "It's like a tiny worm, smaller than my son's. It feels like he's just scratching an itch. It's infuriating. Sometimes I just want to find another man, but he's so good to me."
Bethany couldn't help but laugh. "You shouldn't talk about your husband like that. Men have their pride too. Don't push him too far, or it could hurt your relationship."
"Him?" Grace scoffed. "He's so timid he can't even stand up for himself in business. Marrying me was the best thing that ever happened to him. If he dares give me attitude, I'd divorce him in a heartbeat."
"That's not the right attitude. Marriage needs mutual respect," Bethany advised, though she thought Grace was a bit too domineering. Grace's looks and figure did seem too good for Byron, who was shorter and less attractive. It was almost a joke that they ended up together.
"Let's not talk about these depressing things," Grace said, changing the subject. "What do you think about my proposal? I can invest in the clothing store, and you can be the boss while I assist. We can run it together."
Grace had been intrigued by Bethany's idea of opening a clothing store. As a PE teacher, her job was stable but not well-paid, and she had been looking for something extra to do. Partnering with Bethany seemed like a stroke of luck. After considering it seriously, she decided to propose the partnership.
"That sounds great, but we'll be equal partners," Bethany agreed happily. She had been a sales clerk for years, but running her own store was a different challenge. Having Grace, who was bold and assertive, as a partner would complement her own cautious nature perfectly.
The two women discussed the details of the clothing store enthusiastically. Suddenly, Grace glanced at the clock and exclaimed, "Oh no, it's past nine! I need to get home."
She quickly got up to leave.
Bethany escorted her to the door and returned to the living room, only to find Grace's phone still on the table. She called Kevin out and asked him to catch up with Grace to return the phone.
Kevin ran out the door but didn't see Grace immediately. He jogged down the street, thinking she couldn't have gone far. After running nearly half a mile, he finally saw Grace's long legs striding briskly, just about to turn onto another street. He called out, "Ms. Cooper!"
Grace stopped and turned, seeing Kevin panting as he approached. "Kevin , what are you doing here? Is something wrong?"
"Auntie... your... phone... you left it," Kevin panted, handing her the phone. He couldn't help but notice her long, powerful legs, thinking it was no wonder he had trouble catching up with her.
"Oh, my memory is terrible. Thanks, Kevin ," Grace said, taking the phone and ruffling his hair affectionately. "Time flies. I remember holding you and feeding you when you were just over a year old. Now look at you, all grown up."
"Ms. Cooper, did I really drink your breast milk?" Kevin asked, looking at her ample chest with curiosity.
"Of course you did. I remember it clearly," Grace laughed. "You were always hungry. Your mom didn't have enough milk, and you cried a lot. So she brought you to me. You latched onto my nipple and wouldn't let go, even after you were full. You fell asleep with my nipple in your mouth, and I ended up with sore nipples because of you. You owe me big time."
"My mom never told me that," Kevin said, feeling a bit embarrassed but also intrigued by the thought of suckling on Grace's rosy nipples. His mind wandered, and he felt a twitch of excitement.
"Really? Well, she should have. I was practically your wet nurse," Grace joked. "Alright, it's late. You should head back. Come visit Auntie sometime."
"Goodbye, Ms. Cooper," Kevin said, glancing one last time at Grace's chest before turning to walk home. After a few steps, he couldn't resist looking back, only to see her long legs disappearing down a street. He then jogged back to his house.
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