{"product_id":"2940016157351","title":"Hot at 41","description":"For Mary, the only thing worse than turning 40 is turning 41. On her birthday, she has a minor midlife crisis. She feels that she's married a boring husband and has boring children. Of course, she'd never tell them that. To work through her angst, she buys a sexy black dress, hits a night club, and hooks up with a younger man.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWARNING! This 4000 word short story contains graphic and explicit depictions of sex between consenting adults. It is meant only for mature readers over the age of 18. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eExcerpt:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eIn between songs, Cheryl visited the bar to get us another round of mixed drinks, and she snared the attention of some guy. I breathed a breath of frustration. It was like many other times I went out with her; she’d all be about girl power until the first guy showed her any attention.  Then, I’d get ditched in favor of him. However, I wasn’t really mad at her – I was more peeved that she was single and I wasn’t. She could get away with such indiscretions, and I’d always get back to being the wallflower with an identity crisis. So, I went to the bar to get my own drink. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI stayed on the barstool, too. By now, about an hour and a half had passed. More and more people were filing into the club. Strangely, I found myself sitting on the stool with the best back posture I could muster. I was making sure my breasts and low-cut neck line stuck up and out more. What am I doing? I asked myself that and many other questions.  Maybe it was the alcohol, but I started wanting a man's attention. I wanted to endure sloppy pick up lines – even if I was married with two kids. My husband had stopped treating sex as something special; for him, it was the Friday-night chore as routine as washing the car. It had been a long time since I felt pursued, conquered. Only, I tried to tamp down that desire. Normally, I didn’t think of myself as a cheater, and I was surprised that this sudden urge came over me. So, I silence, I just stirred my gin and tonic with my straw. I tried not to even look at Cheryl. She was on the dance floor and danced – practically dry humping – the guy that had just talked to her. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor awhile, I just people watched as patrons milled around the bar or danced amidst strobe lights and a fog machine. I saw a number of hot guys, and in the back of my brain, I wondered what it would be like to have a man other than Andre. I mean, I had 15 years of monogamy – two as a couple before I became pregnant with my daughter.  The more I thought about it, the more I just wanted to drink. Sure, I wasn’t unhappy with life; I felt bored more than anything. Maybe I was just trying to overthink happiness and unhappiness. That was before a question snapped me out of my gloom.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Can I buy you a drink?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eI turned my head, seeing practically a boy sitting next to me. He couldn’t have been much older than 23. That, I was sure of. He wore tight jeans and a black shirt that practically looked glued to him – it stretched over the contours of his muscles rather nicely. I thought to tell him to go away, but when I opened my mouth, “sure” came out. Even worse, when he turned his head to order from the bartender, I found myself slipping my wedding ring off and dropping it into my tiny clutch bag ...","brand":"SmutHouse","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47101301817584,"sku":"2940016157351","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940016157351_p0.jpg?v=1763637889","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940016157351","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}