Saturday, November 28, 2020 1800L
Thankfully, we convinced Hannah and Mark to watch the whole family for an evening. They joked about feeling pity for us since we hadn't had a night to ourselves since May. Jack was six now and old enough to notice that his new family members were different from him. Overall, he and Lily were adjusting well to having their interracial siblings, though Jack constantly questioned why Jacob and Matthew were so different from Lily and him. Thankfully, the innocence of his age kept him from grasping the concept of our more complicated activities.
Hannah greeted us at the door more excitedly than I expected. She smelled of cinnamon, and her vibrant blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail. Her face portraying her Norwegian ancestry soften by some German traits. She looked closer to a late twenty something than the childless 33 year old English teacher she was. Her white compression sweater displaying her braless breasts underneath, I was unsure who she was showing off for. Drunk Sara was prone to showing me photo's of Hannah, her phone filled with flirty picture messages. Sara would then wail about how perfect and perky Hannah's tits were, seeking my approval her own were superior. After Jack, Sara's heavier breasts finally overtook Hannah's in size. I could almost see her petite light pink nipples thru the fabric, before having to move my eyes.
Our temporary babysitter led us further into her house. Her smooth black leggings accentuated the lower part of her hourglass figure. Hannah's dedication to health and fitness was paying off, as her well-developed physique moved gracefully in front of me. While her body was still in great shape, it showed subtle signs of age--something Hannah often lamented to Mark, using it as a way to nudge him into having children sooner rather than later. Mark was a good-looking guy too, just turning 35, standing just under six feet tall with dirty blonde hair. He still looked hardly over 30, a testament to the healthy habits his wife had "encouraged" him to adopt.
Hannah's behavior was starting to distract me. She seemed almost giddy about watching our four children. While both she and Mark had happily cared for Jack and Lily before, Hannah had never seemed this excited. Even when Jack and Lily were babies, she hadn't shown this level of enthusiasm. Mark had initially been all for starting a family, dreaming of a bustling house one day. But Hannah had wanted to see the world with him instead, a goal they had embraced fully during the past summer. Mark was a great employee, especially during the week or so each month when I had him at the testing range in New Mexico. Unfortunately, he was nearly impossible to reach the rest of the month, always teleworking with his wife from a new city after I'd taken him on.
It was one of those rare nights when he was home this summer that he confessed what had changed his mind about starting a family. He'd learned that Hannah's family had a genetic predisposition to a nerve disorder. Although Hannah had tested negative for the active disease, she still carried the genetic trait recessively. If passed on, the disorder could possibly leave one of their children bound to a wheelchair by the age of 70. While it was a tragic possibility, I didn't think it was a strong enough reason to halt their plans. I had always wanted to bring it up to him in confidence, though I suspected it might be tied to the loss of his stepmother to Parkinson's late last spring. He never fully opened up about it, but I had a feeling it weighed heavily on him. He had made it clear that, while having children wasn't completely off the table, he was now subtly making it difficult for his wife to conceive. He timed his monthly trips to coincide with the peak of his wife's cycle. It was a situation I now felt guilty for being a part of.
Hannah took Jacob and Matthew as Mark arrived, corralling Jack and Lily into the kitchen for snacks and pizza. Sara and I exchanged a smile, happy to have such a strong village around us. We both then noticed Hannah laying Jacob and Matthew closely next to her on the large prepared blanket in front of the TV. I assumed she was going to use this time to examine Jacob and Matthew for any telltale signs of their true father. Hannah was the only one in our circle whom I suspected might know something was off, at least the only one nosey enough to investigate heavily. Her eyes betrayed a desire to uncover our secret, despite her words suggesting otherwise. I felt slightly nervous about her potentially discovering our secret relationship with Caleb, though Sara did not share my concern. She trusted Hannah fully.
Sara and Hannah finished their goodbyes with a hug that lingered just a bit longer than usual. There was something more than friendship beneath the surface. I knew from years ago, during a particularly rough patch in our marriage, that there had been times when Sara and Hannah had experimented with each other. It was around the time we had been arguing about when to start a family, and Sara, needing space, had pulled away after one of those fights. I realized Sara's infidelity when Mark messaged me that he had come home early from a rotation to find the house in disarray. He sent me a photo of my wife's car parked in his garage, joking about the situation. I was about to reply as he finished unloading the luggage from his car. Hannah had been in the shower after their "workout," and Sara rushed out, covered in sweat. She was apologizing rapidly for taking his spot and to not tell me she was there. Mark had no idea what had just transpired, assuming they were simply doing cardio and brushing it off as a normal occurrence. Sara had lied, telling me she was staying with a cousin in Richmond for the weekend. Much later, Sara admitted only that she and Hannah had experimented in college. She never confessed to what happened that weekend.
Somehow, despite the lies, what had happened between Sara and Hannah that weekend years ago hardly felt like cheating to me. I knew Mark was unaware of it; he blissfully dismissed their open flirting as something casual between women, never suspecting anything more than just words. He didn't know about Hannah's bisexuality. Sara, it seemed, had been more open with me than Hannah had been with Mark. Hannah had never told Mark about her relationship with Sara in college--how, during her freshman year, she had seduced the older, returning Master's student, Sara. My wife had ended the fling when she started dating me not long after. Both Sara and Hannah knew their relationship was never going anywhere. Despite all of this, they had managed to keep their history hidden from almost everyone except me. It amazes me that they managed to stay friends all these years. My doubt was resolved years ago when Hannah decided to follow Sara and me to the Virginia area; it only made sense that she would apply to the same school as my wife.
Most of the car ride back home was quiet. Both of us nervous but giddy like two love drunk teens.
"How do you feel?" Sara said gripping my hand, her palm sweaty.
"I'm good, a little nervous. We won't be able to pull off the clinic mix up if you get pregnant again." I said, attempting to hide my full excitement.
"Me too, we can always just use a condom if you want." She said in a shaky voice, the risk pushing her arousal as well.
"I want you two to have fun, plenty of people do this all the time. We even did it for awhile too. I trust Caleb, he has been really good since the start about not crossing our lines." I replied, shrugging my shoulders towards the end.
"The times things went too far were kind of our own fault." I said regrettably. The words helping relax both me and my anxious wife. I forcefully quieted the rational portion of my brain. I was sure Sara was doing the same. Both of us willing to risk flying near the sun once more for those incredible moments with Caleb. Thankfully the act of raising Jacob and Matthew tempered my desire to outright breed my wife again.
"Would you be okay taping our date tonight?" My wife changing topics quickly.
"Ummm, sure. As long as Caleb is down for it." I said surprised of her new request.
"Okay, sweet I'll text him. I have something to ask you afterwards." She said toying with me lightly.
"I am a little worried." I joked back.
"It isn't about us exactly. If that's what your worried about." Sara said, her hint releasing my stress visibly. Despite my best efforts I couldn't get another peep from my wife about her request.
