I had no idea where this was going when I started. I was thinking stroke, added some fetish elements that I know very little about and then tried to make it all work in the end.
"Fred, this neighborhood has got to have the cutest teenage baby sitting corps in the whole state!"
The two friends were chatting on the periphery of the typical neighborhood pool party.
"It would be hard to argue with that, Mike. On the other hand do I need to remind you of the legal penalties for having sex with an underage minor? Anyway, your wife is a stone cold fox. I can't believe you would seriously consider..."
"First, this is just guy talk. I have no intention of trying to seduce an underage girl, Fred. Second, never judge a book by his cover; Angie is a hottie but after eight years of marriage...you know what I'm talking about. Third, you need to pay better attention! All these little babes were underage five years ago when we moved here. Guess what? They've grown up, quite delectably in my humble opinion. Most are in their final year of high school and are eighteen or nineteen."
"Mike, little girls like these tend to fall in love too easily, are incredibly fertile and in a small neighborhood like this one, can't keep a secret. Plus, if you start fucking the babysitter, you'll leave traces; your young wife will figure it out."
"Fred, Angie and I have our three kids; that's why I had my tubes tied. I would guess that you've got to pick your target very carefully in terms of the 'falling in love' issue. No screwing around at home --- certainly not in the marital bed! That's what motels were made for!"
"If you're looking for a little strange, open your wallet and pay for it, Mike old buddy. There are half a dozen places within an hour of here where you can find pros --- very high-end pros --- it'll just cost you a few hundred bucks. Or consider a little wife swapping --- that's not an offer, by the way. There are a dozen women in this neighborhood I'd ball in a New York minute --- including your wife. I also know you'd fuck my wife Jamie in a heartbeat."
"That gets out and it can get very messy. It's the old 'falling in love' trap. Come on, admit it! You've thought about it, Fred!"
"Of course I have. Look, Mike, I travel in my job a bit more than you do. I've gotten the urge a few times and always opted for the 'no strings' professional. You need to pick your poison very carefully. I'm not talking about picking up some hooker on the street. I tend toward high-end independents; stay away from the escort services. These are women you would not remotely be ashamed to be seen in public with."
"The sex is amazing, they're bright and fun to be with and love has nothing to do with it. I have a regular three hours from here in a town I have to visit every other week. It's almost like a date without all the downside. It's not cheap but it's well worth it and I've rationalized that no one is getting hurt. When I get home, Jamie gets her brains fucked out so she's none the wiser."
"Where are these 'places' you were talking about?"
"I'll be glad to tell you but would caution against fucking around this close to home. Someone sees your car parked somewhere for too long and recognizes it and you are screwed! Plus, I enjoy spending the night."
"Okay, I am traveling a little more though not as far ranging as you do. As of this week, I'm going to be going over to Centerville at least once a week. It's only a little over an hour from here but we're bringing up a satellite customer service center and it's a 24/7 operation so I have to stay over a lot."
"Mike, I'm going up to Bakerton on Monday; that's where my regular lives. Independents like her tend to be college students, professional women, shop girls and housewives looking for excitement, extra money or both. They appear to have an informal but well developed network. I'll ask her if she has any friends in Centerville."
"I know I sound desperate but bluntly, our sex life --- Angie and me --- was tapering off well before she went back to work and now she just seems to be too tired too often. Plus, there are things that I used to enjoy..."
"Angie gave up a promising career to marry you and have your babies, Mike. I can't believe you aren't enjoying the dramatic increase in income since she went back to work."
"You're right and we don't have any serious problems; I love Angie and she loves me. Maybe it's just the 'seven year itch'. When we do fuck, it's as good as it ever was, we just don't do it enough. The kids have all reached a less demanding age; Angie seems really happy to be back in career mode. It's given her a life of her own and that's very important to her."
"Is she out of town much?"
"Fortunately it's seldom more than one night a week and we coordinate our schedules so that the kids don't have to have an overnight sitter. How about Jamie?"
"She stays pretty local in her job but we coordinate so that the kids don't get screwed. She has some long days but is home virtually every night...well, except Wednesday. She has a big client out of town that is very demanding."
*** "What do you suppose our husbands are having such a serious conversation about?" Five foot seven natural blond Angie asked her very good friend and neighbor, Jamie, a stunning brunette of roughly the same height and form.
"Women and fucking; not necessarily about the women they are respectively married to --- nor about fucking said spouse."
"Mike gets a perpetual boner at these functions. He's so obvious! He can't help himself; all of this nubile young teen cunt makes him drool, not that I really think he'd have the nerve to try to seduce one of them."
"He's at that age and stage --- you've been married what, almost eight years? Men always check out pussy," Jamie observed. "But this is the time in a marriage when they start giving serious consideration to acting on their urge for a little strange."
"Do you think Fred is fooling around?"
"Maybe. Probably, but not dangerously or indiscreetly. I'm pretty sure he's not cruising the bars looking for pussy. Mike is very detail oriented and very careful. I would expect that he's tapping something up in Centerville every other week. Knowing Mike, it's a regular thing, quite probably semi-pro and not remotely a threat to me, my kids or our marriage."
"Jamie, that's a lot more philosophical than I think I'm ready for."
"Oh, come on, Angie! How many guys did you sleep with before Mike took you out of circulation in college?"
"Not many --- three? Only one that had any longevity and that was barely a semester."
"Is Mike great in the sack?"
"He's okay; he's learned and I've learned; there are things I like that I've never really been able to articulate to him."
"I hate the double standard, Angie! Fred was the third guy I ever went to bed with. He's a very competent lover but, after almost eight years, we're in a rut; we know each other's requirements too well. We have kids and have to schedule our love-making. There's not a hell of a lot of spontaneity and no surprises. I'm sure he'd say the same thing in all candor. We are best friends and we love each other. We're committed to our children.
"If knocking off a strange piece of ass every once in a while keeps us together, so be it. What you really have to worry about is the affair with a friend from work, a customer --- or one of these little teenage bitches with their tits and asses hanging out. That's when they fall in love and the marriage goes down the toilet. In terms of preferences, there are things I enjoy a great deal that I'm pretty confident Fred would not find appealing."
"Have you two ever talked about it?"
"Hell, no! That's the unwritten rule; you don't confront it and you don't discuss it."
"What do you do Jamie?"
"What's good for the goose is good for the gander!"
"Jamie, are you telling me you're having an affair?"
"Not in a million years; I told you --- affairs are dangerous on every level --- as is wife swapping. Look, I met a girl --- one of my customers --- when I started working again. She's hot --- every bit as hot as you and I are. We became friends; we're the same age and have similar educations. We have lunch together when I'm in her town. She's married; her husband's a cute guy, they have a couple of kids and seem quite happy together.
"Every other week she has to spend the night out of town visiting her home office for a staff meeting. She makes three hundred bucks on that night with one of a very small and discreet group of men --- all evident happily married --- and they fuck their brains out. More important they do things that she would not be comfortable doing with hubby. He's very comfortable paying her --- no strings, no romance --- no falling in love.
"The men know she's just 'semi-pro' but if she senses it might be slipping over the line she breaks it off and hands that particular one off to one of her friends. They're all very attractive women so no one seems to object. The guys are close in age, successful and attractive. It's just fucking, Angie, and she --- and her friends, some of whom I've also met --- swear it's helped, not hurt their marriage."
"And you...?"
"Starting six months ago right after I went back to work, once a week, Angie."
"Does he --- do they --- know your name?"
"It's strictly first name basis."
"I've thought about it, Jamie; there's a guy at work who..."
"Don't go there, Angie! Look, the guys I'm talking about...you would not be remotely ashamed to be seen in public with. They're clean, respectable, good looking guys."
"How do you meet them?"
"Certainly not hanging out at the Marriott bar! As I mentioned, we have a sort of network --- I have no idea who started it. It's now strictly referral. A girl knows a guy --- someone she works with, a friend's husband, a customer --- who in some way indicates that he is interested in fooling around. Now she knows this guy; to her he is not remotely a stranger. She 'refers' him to someone in the network that he does not know and would be unlikely to 'bump up against' in the normal course of events. It's made very clear up front that it's strictly business and that once he's been handed off she doesn't want to know any details about whether or not he acted on the referral."
"The referrers introduce them and the three of them get together for a drink; if the chemistry is there, they put together an agreement and the referrer bows out. Either party can end it; the guys know the rules --- and they know if they break them, they will be shut out by the network. It's funny; the guys break it off as often as the women do; they're no more interested in getting serious or falling in love than the women are. Married men only; most of the women are married but not all."
"If I were interested --- and I'm not saying I am, how do I..."
"Where do you travel out of town, Angie? Never, never do we meet someone where we live."
