Today, John and I are your average, middle aged couple with two busy careers and two rambunctious children. But this hasn't always been the case.
I met John in college. His roommate, Brad, dated a girlfriend of mine, Luisa, for a couple years. In that time, John and I were often thrown together socially as we each independently tagged along with our respective friends, either to concerts or on trips to Brad's family's cabin on a nearby lake. I wouldn't say that we dated. We really didn't see each other unless it was in the context of going somewhere with Brad and Luisa. Frankly, I really didn't want the distraction of a boyfriend in school. So, John was a convenient social companion for me (and I like to think I returned the favour).
Towards the end of our senior year, the four of us engaged in a foursome of sorts while visiting the cabin. We had been drinking quite a bit that day and the evening's discussion had turned to sex. One thing led to another and we all wound in bed sucking and fucking together in every way imaginable.
Shortly after the orgy, Brad and Luisa parted ways. I think they were getting bored with one another even before we played around, so I wasn't terribly surprised. I was, however, a bit disappointed.
I was far from falling in love with John, but the foursome had cast him into a different light. He viewed sex as the same playful activity that I did and was a very talented lover. So, even though Luisa and Brad parted ways, John and I continued to meet, mostly for outrageously fun sex. From time to time, we would include either Luisa or Brad in our play (but never both at the same time). Then, growing more adventuresome, we began to meet and play with other couples through a quasi-underground swingers group on campus.
At the start of our second year of graduate school, we moved in together. We told ourselves that it was mostly to save on expenses, but truth is we had become really, really good friends as well as lovers. Five years later, we were married.
Throughout all of our sexually playful years, we knew that we would eventually have to cut back. Each of us was concerned about continuing to play while at the same time raising a family. So when I turned thirty-four and deemed myself ready to start a family, we discontinued our playing ways. Frankly, this sounds like a greater sacrifice than it really was. We were each completely focused and deeply involved in advancing our careers. So a period of monogamy commenced and continued through the birth of our children, Jack and Isabella.
By the time Isabella was two and a half and Jack was almost a year, John and I decided that we needed to set aside some time each week to take in a movie or go to dinner or do something else for ourselves. We weren't quite ready to jump back into the lifestyle. But we did want a little time away from the omnipresent responsibilities of being parents. Of course, scheduling the time depended upon finding someone to baby-sit our young children.
Living in a metropolitan area, you'd think we'd have no trouble finding a regular sitter. Not so. While a number of high school girls were willing to commit to the isolated Friday or Saturday evening here or there, no one was interested in completely foregoing a social life by giving up all Fridays or Saturdays through the school year. Being too busy to attempt to coordinate the services of three of four different sitters to get what we wanted, I decided to place an ad in the paper for a regular weekend sitter not really knowing what to expect.
After a couple weeks of interviewing spinsterly women with no where near the energy necessary to keep up with my rambunctious three-year-old, I was near to throwing in the towel. Thankfully, that was when Maria entered our lives. Instead of the grandmotherly voice that I had grown to expect when returning ad calls, Maria's voice cheerfully and youthfully rang through our receiver. Excited at the prospect of interviewing someone under the age of sixty for the job, I asked her to meet me the very next day.
Maria arrived promptly at 4:00 p.m. presenting a clean and professional appearance. We sat down and talked. In the course of the interview, I learned that she had just turned twenty and was taking classes at the local state college. She was looking for a part-time job that would allow her to make a little money and still be able to study. She was also a single mother of a one-year-old. She hoped that I wouldn't mind if she watched her Rachael along with Jack and Luisa. She assured me that Rachael would not be a problem. We agreed to give it a try that weekend.
So it came to pass that John and I started going out one night a week without children in tow. Maria would arrive with Rachael promptly at 6:00 p.m. each Friday evening. Rachael and Isabella would play quietly in the playpen while Maria read a story to Jack. We'd leave for our date returning four or five hours later to find the kids asleep and Maria busy with her studies. Upon our return, Maria would put away her books, scoop up Rachael, accept her pay, and quietly be on her way. It was a match made in heaven.
One Friday evening, John came home from work complaining of a bad headache and fever, I rushed to put him to bed and make him comfortable while completely forgetting about Maria's imminent arrival. So, when she arrived at 6:00 p.m., I was faced with the prospect of turning her away, losing my night on the town, and caring for my two children and my loving husband all by my lonesome. I decided that I wanted some company. So, instead of turning her away, I asked her to stay and help care for the kids while I cared for John.
While I finished settling John down for the night, Maria took care of the kids. When I returned downstairs from our master bedroom, the children were all settled into what were clearly there routine activities. Isabella and Rachael were playing with some toys in their play pen and Jack was watching a Power Ranger's video. Maria and I retired to the kitchen and gabbed while I fixed a quick meal.
I learned much about Maria that evening. Her daughter was the result of a stupid mistake she'd made with a boy that she really didn't like. He was popular and she had wanted to be popular. So, she had dated him for status and he dated her for sex. She had actually become sexually active at a much younger age, loosing her virginity in her basement to a neighbour boy that she'd had a crush on since grade school. That relationship had lasted a couple years, and they had always practiced safe sex. However, she'd let her guard down one time with this one guy and, as luck would have it, the odds caught up with her. Of course, the guy had denied everything and she begged her parents not to take any legal action. Maria's parents probably realized that the unborn child didn't need a reluctant father that badly. Whatever their reasons, they respected her wishes (she being nearly eighteen at the time).
Of course, Rachael's arrival changed everything for Maria. She was able to finish high school, but going away to college was now out of the question. She continued to live with her parents while attending the local state university. But her parents had set down some fairly strict rules as conditions for their continued support. Chief among them was that Maria had agreed not to take on a boy friend until she completed her undergraduate degree. To enforce this rule, they simply refused to look after Rachael other than during times when Maria was in school or studying at home. Accordingly, her social life was largely non-existent, not that she minded. Rachael was, in her opinion, more than enough to take care of for now. Maria had, in her words, no time or energy left for the care and feeding of a boyfriend.
I marvelled at how mature this young woman had obviously become. She didn't blame those around her for her situation. She was taking the obligations she had head on and doing the best that she could with them.
I also marvelled at her physical beauty. She had to be 5' 8" or more in height but couldn't weigh more than 130 lbs. Having borne a child, her breasts were fully develop to a C-cup which completed her very shapely figure quite nicely. Her brownish blond hair was long, down to the middle of her back.
She quietly left that evening to return to her mother and father's home. I returned to my husband's bed.
Three weeks later, an incident happened that forever changed our relationship with Maria.
That night, John and I decided to cut our evening short, returning home a solid two hours earlier than we ever had before. While John took some materials out of the car to our shed, I went into the house. As expected, the kids were all fast asleep. However, Maria was nowhere to be seen. As I made my way up to our master bedroom, I noticed a low humming sound coming from our room and the unmistakable moan of a woman in passion. Then, I heard Maria's voice softly saying John's name over and over again.
I froze in my tracks.
I don't know why, but I immediately realized what was going on. Maria was using my dildo. She must have found it in my nightstand. And, she was fantasizing about fucking John. The thought made me immediately wet.
I slowly backed my way down the stairs.
"Think fast," I said to myself, "what should I do." John was going to be coming in the door any moment and I needed time to think. I decided that I needed to make some noise to give Maria a chance to cover her tracks. I went back into the kitchen and pretended to look for some glassware, banging dishes to make plenty of noise.
"Maria!" I announced, louder than I would usually do, "We're home early!"
I continued to make some noise in the kitchen as John came in the door. I heard Maria's footsteps coming down the stairs and thought, "good, she's heard me." Maria came into the kitchen showing no signs of her recent covert activities.
"How was the evening?" she asked.
"Oh, it was OK," replied John. "There's just nothing good playing at the theatre. So, we decided to call it an early night."
With that, John started up the stairs. "Honey," he called over his shoulder, "I'll see you upstairs, OK."
"Oh, I'll be up in a little while," I replied.
"Don't be too long," called John, as he rounded the corner of the stairs, "Good night Maria."
"Good night," she replied politely.
"Can you sit with me for a moment, Maria?" I asked. "I have something I'd like to talk to you about."
