Little Petey

By David C. Lowe

Pete isn't very good with confrontation. So when his wife tells him that a man at her work has been flirting with her and that he wants to take it further Pete has a hard time saying no, in fact he finds that it excites him

• Language: English
• Publisher: David C. Lowe
• Release date: Apr 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310707117

David C. Lowe

I write stories under the name David C. Lowe and Charles Lowe.

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Little Petey

By David C. Lowe

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2016 David C. Lowe

Family life for the Sanders was somewhat typical. The arrival of Pete Jr. some 18 months earlier had brought Pam and Pete Sr. structure to what had otherwise been the married continuation of their college courting days.

Pete Jr. took after his dad, as his name might suggest. He was a toe head boy of slight build. At 5 ft. 8 inches, Pete Sr. certainly wasn't a bruiser. At 5 ft. 6, Pam could almost look at him eye to eye in her stocking feet. In heels, Pete Sr. looked up to her.

With his diminutive stature, there were two ways for Pete Sr.'s personality to go. Either he could be an aggressive little Napoleon trying to compensate, or he could be the quiet and retiring type. Pete Sr. was the latter.

This had been a bone of contention between Pam and Pete Sr. She, like most women, wanted to feel protected by her man. Politically incorrect though it may be, she wanted to feel owned by her man.

In their dating days, Pam would frequently get approached by alpha-type men even with Pete Sr. standing right beside her. This was not particularly surprising given her golden, shoulder length hair and taut figure where her 34C bust was separated from her tight ass cheeks by a narrow waist ... a waist that she had regained through exercise after expelling Pete Jr. from her previously snug vagina.

These brutish men would sidle right up to Pam and ask to buy her a drink or join them for a dance. At first Pam simply waited for Pete Sr. to intervene. But, when no intervention was forthcoming, Pam was left to explain that she was with Pete. Some guys would simply smirk and walk away. Others wouldn't take no for an answer and would continue to pester Pam right in front of Pete.

From Pam's perspective, she couldn't understand how Pete could remain idle. Yet, at the same time, the presence of an aggressive male cause her nipples to harden and, to her embarrassment, dampness to form in the crotch of her panties.

Initially, Pam berated Pete for being wimpish, challenging him to explain why he didn't do anything, or at least speak up. Pete had no answer for what seemed like very reasonable questions from Pam. Instead, he just cast his eyes to the floor in humiliation, remembering the way his breathing grew quick and shallow when these ardent suitors approached his gal. There was something that also embarrassed him: the realization that his testicles seemed to be drawn up into his abdominal cavity and his penis beat a similar retreat, leaving only