She pulled her legs up in the chair and folded them Indian-style.
"Okay."
I sat down across from her.
"You know how I've been having trouble getting an erection since the doctor put me on this blood pressure medication."
She nodded.
"I believe it is unfair for you to be deprived of your sexual needs just because I am unable to adequately perform at this time,” I continued.
A confused look began to cross her face. I smiled and thought of a more simple way to put it.
"I think you need a way to have sex even though I can't get hard right now."
Her face brightened.
"Did you buy me a dildo?"
"No, my dear,” I told her, “something much better."
"A vibrating dildo?"
I chuckled. My bride was so easy to please.
"I bought you a body."
She looked down at her breasts, then looked at me.
"But Andrew,” she countered, “you already bought my titties. What else is there to buy?"
I gazed at her perfect 34C bosom. They had been a capital investment.
"The body is not for you to wear, Tiffany darling,” I said, “the body is for you to use."
The same confused look crossed her face again. I was just going to have to come out and say it in layman's terms.
"I brought home a young man for you to have sex with,” I explained, “You can use him to your heart's content and then send him away until you need to have sex again."
She gasped.
"But Andrew!” she squealed, “that would be adultizing!"
I chuckled.
"I believe you mean ‘adultery', sweetheart."
"Yes, yes, that word! I couldn't cheat on you!"
"But it would not be cheating, darling,” I explained, “I would be right here in the room and you would have my permission to do it. I would never leave you alone with someone that you did not know."
She thought about it for a moment.
"You would be right here? What if I didn't like the guy?"
"Then we would dismiss him and find someone more to your liking."
She picked at the red paint on her big toenail.
"I don't know, Andrew,” she squirmed, “it seems kind of weird."
"It is a gift, my dear,” I told her, “and I do know how much you love the pleasures of the flesh."
She giggled.
"I do love to fuck, don't I?"
I nodded.
"Yes, darling, you do."
She picked at the red paint again.
"So, when does he come over?"
"As soon as you wish,” I replied, “all I have to do is make a telephone call."
"Can I go take a shower first?"
"Of course, darling,” I said, “and why don't you put on that lovely red outfit that I bought you a couple of weeks ago?"
"The fishnet one?"
"Yes, my dear."
"Okay."
She got up and took a few steps, then turned to me again.
"Are you sure you're okay with this?"
"Yes, darling. I would not have suggested it if it was not alright with me."
"Okay,” she giggled and then ran off to take her shower.
I sighed. I adored my young bride, but sometimes the thirty-year age difference was a bit exasperating. I picked up the telephone and called the young stud.