That night, Jill arrived home later than usual as one of her daughters remembered a last minute project that called for posterboards and other arts and craft items. Obviously most of the students in the area had similar assignments as the school supplies shelves in most stores were bare and it wasn't until the 6th store that she finished finding the requisite materials.
The girls went right to work on their homework. Jill in meantime settled back on the living room couch and heaving an exhausted sigh, stabbed the answering machine. A couple of robotic voice ads for politicians were erased mid-word of the opening sentences. Then a call from a teacher reminding parents about chaperoning a class trip. Finally she heard the familiar tone of her husband as Rick gave another excuse for staying an extra night in Charleston---something about a late dinner meeting with a client who was heading back to Asia the next day, so Rick would catch a red-eye and be in early in the morning.
She sighed again. Events of the past two days had been so quick, so overwhelming she hadn't time to take stock of what was happening. Letting her daughters know she was going for a bath, she went into the master bath, started the water flowing into her sunken tub, and dropped in a few dollops of her favorite bubble bath.
Jill loved her husband. But the last few years, the romance was clearly diminishing and as he progressed up the business ladder, his work hours extended more and more. During the week, by the time he came to bed, he was much too tired to do anything more than cuddle. On weekends they were busy running the kids to various sporting events and attending the usual neighborhood or work-related birthday parties, or weddings, or christenings, bar mitzvahs, etc. She was happily married but lately sexually unfulfilled.
Still she knew that couldn't be an excuse to take things further with Jason.
Recalling the last two days, she truly didn't consider herself cheating, yet, as she had not allowed Jason to touch her, nor, most important in her mind, had they kissed. Somehow that seemed a line in the sand she didn't feel ready to cross.
The situation, while a bit spontaneous and seemingly unreal, was, she believed, in her firm control. She's simply living out a bit of a fantasy---one that had begun last year when Jason became an assistant coach. Her kids had been in sports for almost 10 years, and Jill knew almost every mother, especially the single ones, had fantasies of the male coaches, especially the coaches in their 20's, 30's and even early 40's. Most of these men were physically fit, and often wore tight shorts or went without their shirts, showcasing their years of exercise.
Hell, even the female coaches, ref's or even good looking mom's were ogled by the men, and not just the divorced fathers. She had caught and teased her husband for checking out Samantha, the 22 year old beach-bunny soccer referee a few years ago or Lisa the young statuesque blonde volleyball coach. Her husband had countered with friendly jests about her drooling over the studly softball coach when the girls were in grade school. Little did he know that when she had coached herself their daughters' soccer teams, she had also been the target of advances from various divorced and married fathers, a few of which weren't so hard on the eyes.
And while most men upon seeing the ring on her finger offered little substance to their flirting, she still received her fair share of suggestive invitations, lewd comments, and the dubious experience of being constantly undressed by men's eyes.
Fantasy was one thing, unwanted passes were another and although, depending on the source, she might be occasionally flattered, she turned down all. She loved her husband.
Theirs was the above normal marriage, she thought. Relaxed after more than a decade and a half, where they could josh with each other, and realize that their years of shared challenges, joys, tribulations and family had formed bonds between them that could not be easily broken. They had married young, and for better or worse, missed out on the "playing the field" that their friends had gone thru as typical rite of passage of twenty-somethings. She really didn't regret it, given all the drama that her friends had endured before finding "Mr. right", or watching as other friends too long in the field, who had tied the knot with Mr. Wrong in desperation. The latter either endured torment of a wrong decision or were acrimoniously divorced, and had become hateful of all men. Jill was not at all envious of her friends, and felt marrying Rick so early in life had actually worked out very well.
She felt her marriage so perfect, the awareness that others of the opposite sex could be cute, or handsome, or even arousing, didn't spark the same irrational jealousy experienced by other couples. Instead, if anything, it became another bond between them, the shared knowledge of what physically appealed to each. Often the teasing continued into the bedroom, verbal wordplay part of a joined fantasy that kindled some of their strongest lovemaking of recent years and countered the otherwise stale routines.
Threesomes were a common fantasy, as they painted for each other exotic settings enhanced by an anonymous hot stud or sexy Hollywood starlet duplicating one spouse's efforts to please the other. Occasionally a comment might lead their collective imagination to encompass a taboo: while neither was desirous of an encounter with the same gender, neither automatically dismissed an impulsive oral action in heat of passion as disgusting and the rare suggestion slipped into the fantasy added to the thrills. These fantasies were selfless, the creator intent on enhancing the recipient's pleasure; the audience's resulting joyful orgasms delighting the author.
Rick did know about her crush on Jason as it had been a constant joke at the dinner table last year with even the girls making her blush. Rick loved the effect, and perhaps he recognized that Jason had made more of an impression than any of the past hunks.
