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"I didn't know that," Steve said.
"Yeah. I've been vegan 2 years now."
"That's amazing," I marveled. "How do you go without meat and cheese and ice cream and all that?"
"It's easier than you think," Colin said. "I have almost no will power, so if I can do it, anyone can."
"What made you decide to go vegan?" I asked.
"Mainly it's because I play football, so I have to stay in shape."
"Oh, yeah?"
"But I also care about the environment and about animals, so it made sense."
"And did it make you better at football?" I asked.
"I'm still not good enough to get a scholarship out of it. But I'm healthier than I used to be, and I'm stronger. I think going vegan helped."
"Interesting," I said. I loved that this kid with his coverboy looks also cared about the world and knew how to be more responsible while keeping his body in good shape. He had looks and he had depth.
"Mmmm," Colin said as a forkful of food entered his mouth.
"You like it?"
Colin swallowed and said, "This is good! I think I want to eat here more often."
As I watched another forkful enter his mouth, I thought he really knew how to appreciate things. Thoughts of him "eating" something more personal flickered in my mind, but I pushed the images out and got control of myself.
I glanced at Hank. If he had any idea what fantasies I was enjoying, he would have killed me. He was showing nothing. I was safe for the moment, but I had to be keep myself in check.
Somehow I made it through the evening without betraying my thoughts. But that night I couldn't sleep. While Hank snored beside me, all I could think about was Colin.
A girlfriend once told me vegan men had tastier cum. I was envious that she had sampled enough men to compare. I had tasted Hank's cum time after time, but could only wonder if other men tasted better. I wondered what it might be like to suck Colin's 18-year-old cock, to taste his vegan cum shoot down my throat. But of course that wouldn't happen.
Even if I made a pass at Colin, where would it get me? I was old enough to be his mother. He couldn't find me that attractive.
Of course, he had looked at my breasts. He must have felt some level of attraction. And men are supposed to be always horny, aren't they? I could probably have this kid if I wanted.
But that would be wrong.
Or would it? Did I want to die without at least knowing what I was missing? Once I satisfied my curiosity, I could be a more faithful wife than ever. If my husband didn't know ... and if my son didn't know ... then who would be hurt?
Just the thought of what I could do with the 18-year-old was making me wet as I lay there in the dark silence. Without even meaning to, I slipped a hand down between my legs, gently gliding through my fur, and touched my most sensitive spot.
"Hank," I breathed.
He didn't respond.
I gently lifted my blanket so I could slide out of bed without waking my husband. I looked down at him and assured myself he was still fast asleep.
I was terrified of what Hank might do if he found out, but that didn't dull my excitement -- it enflamed it. Whatever happened, this would be a moment in my life I would remember.
I slipped on my bathrobe. Quietly, I tip-toed out of our bedroom and past our son's room. Every creak of the floorboard amplified in my mind as I headed down the stairs.
Should I really do this?
Could I? Sure, he had glanced at my tits, but that didn't mean he would really want to sleep with me, did it? I was probably reading way too much into a brief moment. In Colin's mind it might well have been a meaningless glance. In mine, it was a moment of magic. I wanted to believe he could be as drawn to me as I now was to him.
