This is chapter seven in a look back at a long term affair I had with a woman named Candy. Due to its length this chapter has been broken down, hopefully at logical breaks into four parts.
Candy is one of those one in a hundred women you come across every now and then; sexy, sensuous and totally uninhibited. Don't kid yourself, they're out there, maybe well camouflaged, but they're there. And if you're really, no, make that exceptionally lucky, you get to be a part of their life, even if it's only for a little while.
At this point in our relationship I'd been involved with Candy for slightly more then two and a half years. We met through doing business together. The company she owned contracted with the company I work for to assist in making some changes to their business model to improve their overall throughput. For the approximately eight month duration of the project everything between Candy and I was strictly business, but after the project ended things turned decidedly in a different direction.
We're both married, and as far as I know my wife is unaware of this affair. My wife and I do not have any kind of marital problems, other then my philandering, so I don't play around because I'm unhappy at home. I play around because of my own compulsions; I enjoy the difference of being with other women. Although she hasn't as yet with Candy, she's caught me having affairs a few times but has always let it slide; after a while anyway. And despite my lack of fidelity we have a very satisfying sex life and a good personal relationship.
Candy's married to Richard, a man she's known since they were kids. They grew up and went to college together and got married shortly after graduation. Theirs is not a conventional marriage, it is one of convenience. Richard is gay, strictly gay and the marriage has never been consummated. They married because married people presented a more mature and responsible image in the business community they were trying to break into. They have what I'd describe more accurately as a brother/ sister relationship; in fact I stole this description using Richard's own words.
Candy's bi-sexual and has a long time female lover, Jocelyn, who's also bi. They've been together almost as long as Candy and Richard have been married.
Sexually there's very little Candy won't do or at least try once. She's also very much into role-playing as a part of sex and we've indulged many times in play acting. It's really a stimulating way to keep things fresh. You should try it.
All this having been said as well as what's been written in previous chapters may be leaving you with the wrong impression. Don't get me wrong, Candy is not sexually active with everyone she knows. She does have many friends who are just that; friends.
But one time a friend asked Candy to help her out with something suddenly very important to her. Candy's friend Julie was the stereotypical wall flower. She was plain in appearance, mousy, naïve, very prim and proper, not very worldly, and she even taught school; fourth graders. Julie explained she wanted to experience some of the things she'd seen and secretly read about, some of the things she'd heard Candy or others talking about. In short what Julie wanted was to be awakened sexually.
But who could have expected the manner in which she wanted this awakening to happen; certainly not me.
Realizing the enormity of what her friend was asking and that the specific things she wanted to happen was too large an undertaking for just her, Candy asked for my help in this project. And that's exactly what she looked upon this as; a project to help her friend. In hindsight I don't think any military operation could have taken much more planning and preparation then this did. The way I came to be involved was...
It was the first Friday in May when I got a call from Candy. She'd been out of town on business for nearly a week so when I saw her home number on the caller ID I answered and said, "Hello, baby. See you made it back ok."
"Yeah, it was a bore. I'm glad to be home," she replied, then immediately asked, "Can you come over tomorrow morning?"
My wife had already told me she was going to her club to work out first thing in the morning and then she and a girlfriend were going shopping in the Quarter. I knew when she went on one of these shopping treks it would be an all day thing.
"Sure, I can be there. What time?"
"Anytime, just let yourself in. If I'm not up you know where I'll be," Candy purred.
Smiling I said, "Ok, I'll get there as soon as I can."
"Good and by the way Julie is coming over sometime tomorrow morning too and we want to discuss something with you."
"May I ask what?"
"She wants us to do something for her."
"Alright I'll see you as soon as I can. Love you. Bye."
"Love you too baby, bye," Candy echoed.
Pressing the end button on my cell phone I wondered for a second, "Now what can this be about?"
Julie's a good friend of Candy's and I truly liked her. I'd been involved with Candy about two and a half years at this point and to my knowledge she was not part of Candy's 'sexual' circle of friends. In fact I'd never even heard her mention anything vaguely sexual in nature before...at all...ever. Hell I'd never even heard Julie use a curse word before.
Personality-wise Julie couldn't have been more the opposite of Candy, or for that matter Jocelyn too, than she was. I mean personality in the sexual, sensual sense. Julie was always very cheerful, friendly and upbeat. But if anything even quasi-sexual, naughty or risqué was being talked about Julie would turn as red as a tomato. The woman was just too damn nice for her own good. And of course knowing this Candy and Jocelyn would occasionally take the opportunity to say something just to embarrass Julie, to put her on the spot. But Julie was a good sport and took it all in stride, safe in the knowledge that Candy and Jocelyn genuinely were her friends.
Julie's parents had both died in a plane crash several years earlier, before I'd even met Candy, and they'd left their only child quite well off. Her father had made quite a bit of money in real estate and other investments, so those earnings as well as the insurance and the settlement with the airlines meant that Julie didn't have to worry about her future. Although comfortable enough not to, she worked as a school teacher, and always took the summers off when school recessed.
She was recently divorced and from what I'd gathered from Candy and Jocelyn the divorce hadn't been pretty, but Julie would be better off without this guy. I'd never met Julie's ex because he never went anywhere or did anything with his wife. But from Candy and Jocelyn's description the guy really was a lazy, opportunistic leech.
For all I knew their description of the guy may have been totally accurate, but remember Julie was their friend and this was the female point of view. Besides, who am I to judge? After all I'm an opportunistic letch.
Julie was not what you'd call pretty; she wasn't ugly or anything, just not pretty. If beauty were the basis for being asked to dance, in a room of ten average women she'd be one of the last two asked. That is assuming there would be ten men in the room who wanted to dance. She was tall and slim, but not lanky though. She stood just a hair under six feet and had brown eyes. Her face was long and angular, her features sharp and pointy. Julie had a fairly nice figure with large breasts, 36C or D from what I could tell. But she was careful to hide her figure under long loose fitting dresses. Frankly her hair was her most obvious outstanding feature. Her mane was thick, luxurious and raven colored, absolutely magnificent. And she had the longest fingers, like people say make the best pianists.
Julie was also the sweetest person you'd ever meet. Her kids, her pupils I mean, loved her. My niece was in her class the year before and I'd gone to her school once for career day and these kids hung on Julie's every word. I watched her with her class before the other people there and I got started talking about our respective work. Julie didn't just teach 'to' the kids, or 'at' them. She took the time to explain to them in an effusive animated entertaining manner the point she was trying to get across. The class participated and spontaneously laughed out loud several times during her demonstration. It was my impression this was the norm, not the exception. Later the class was actually disappointed, collectively letting out a long, "Awww," when the bell rung ending the school day. Some hung around a few extra minutes talking with Julie before they had to leave to catch their bus. It was more than the change in routine with the career day event. It was deeper than that. These kids just flat out liked coming to her class. Her fourth graders always, and not just on the Holiday's, brought her little gifts. A lot of these they'd made themselves and Julie displayed them in her classroom and in her home. She was definitely proud of her kids.
Julie also did volunteer work at a local assisted-living home. Most everyone who lived there knew her on sight and by name and they all loved her too, looking forward to each of her visits. She played games with them, read to them, told them stories she mostly made up on the fly. Even dressing up in gaudy little costumes acting out the story she was telling, trying to make them smile at least for a little while. But I think what the old folks liked the best is when she'd just sit and listen to them as they reminisced. And she'd talk to them like an adult and not down to them as some of the homes staff did. I believe the simplest way to sum up what she did for these folks is to say she gave them the one thing a lot of them no longer got from other people...respect.
It was all these things together that made what Julie asked of Candy and I all the more surprising, disturbing and shocking. Frankly I was dumbfounded by her request.
The next morning, Saturday, I arrived at Candy's around eight-twenty and let myself in. She was up already and sailed into the foyer and threw her arms around my neck and gave me a deep passionate kiss then said, "Damn I missed you," before pushing her tongue back into my mouth, kissing me for nearly another minute.
When she gave me the chance I whispered into her ear as we hugged, "Not half as much as I missed you."
She whispered back, "Wait till you hear what Julie wants." Then Candy leaned back and looked up into my face with one of her looks and you knew this was going to be interesting.
But in answer to the question of 'what' on my face, Candy just smiled up at me, took my hand and led me into her living room.
With the ottoman pushed aside Julie was seated in a big, comfortable, old easy chair and Candy and I sat on the sofa. I sat forward and topped off the two women's coffee cups and poured one for myself from the pot Candy had on a silver tray on the coffee table. When I sat back Candy settled in under my right arm, snuggled herself against me and placed her left hand on top of my right thigh.
Julie and I exchanged the usual pleasantries for several minutes until Candy said to her, "Well, he's here. So tell us what you want."
Julie sat prim and proper on the front edge of the easy chair. Her back was straight, her knees together under the skirts she always wore, feet flat on the floor, hands on her lap, one on top of the other.
