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."
"Sure," she replied.
"First, I'd like to check on the kids."
With that, I quickly headed upstairs. As I passed our bedroom door, I noticed that John was in the master bath taking a shower. I knew that he was very interested in fucking my lights out and would be shaving and putting on cologne in preparation for pleasing me.
The bed, while presenting a relatively neat appearance, still showed the depression where Maria must have been laying. I quietly opened the nightstand drawer and took out my dildo. It was still warm, and the scent of her musk was clearly present.
Next, I checked on the kids. They were all asleep.
As I headed back down the stairs I heard John climbing into bed.
"Honey, I'll be up in a few minutes," I said to him. "Please keep your engine on idle and I promise you a night to remember."
"Sounds good, but take your time talking with Maria. I can wait."
Back in the kitchen, I beckoned Maria to sit with me in our breakfast nook. I couldn't believe what I was planning. The only question was whether she would go for it.
"Maria, you are the most mature and responsible twenty-year-old I know," I started.
"Why thank you Mrs. Fields."
"Please call me Sara, Maria, and don't thank me quite yet."
"Why, what's the matter, Sara?"
"I think you know what the matter is. I heard you upstairs."
Her face turned white.
"I don't know what you mean, Sara. You heard what upstairs?"
"I heard you playing with my dildo and moaning my husband's name."
Now all color drained from her face.
"I can explain," she stammered, a little louder than I wanted.
"I hope you can, and please keep your voice down. I don't want John to hear what we are saying, do you?"
"No," she sighed. "I'm so embarrassed. I was using your vibrator, but it isn't what you think. It's just that my parent's rules are so strict, and I have no privacy at their house, so I have no opportunity to use a, you know..."
"Vibrator," I stated quietly.
"Yes, a...vibrator...to help me cum. And, while I can masturbate with my hands, it has been forever since I've had an orgasm using a toy. I don't have any time for a boyfriend right now, and my parents would cut me off if I started a relationship anyway, but I am horny all the time. I don't know what to do. I found your vibrator six weeks ago. You'd left it out in your room. I didn't use it that night or the next week, but I have been using it ever since. I am really, really sorry."
I could tell that her remorse was sincere. However, my own sexual excitement was extreme.
"Well, that explains the vibrator. What about John. Do you have a thing for my husband?"
"I have always fantasized when I masturbate. Using your vibrator was naughty. Using your vibrator in your bed was even naughtier. So, naturally, ...."
"...you started thinking about using my husband, too," I said, finishing the thought.
"Exactly. I mean, he is very handsome and all, but I don't have a crush on him or anything, if that's what you mean."
"Well, I guess I understand. Lord knows I'd be going up a wall if I couldn't have an orgasm when and how I wanted. What I don't understand is why you don't hook up with one or another guy at school for a quickie every once in a while to take care of your urges. Surely there are guys out there that would be willing to do you from time to time without any strings."
"Oh, I don't have time for that, plus I really don't want the reputation. Also, it would be just my luck that the condom would break or something else would go wrong. No, I don't need any of that. What I really need is for things to stay uncomplicated for a while—that and a little orgasm now and then would be perfect."
My panties were soaking. I had to handle this next question, very carefully.
"So, what you are looking for ideally is a cock that you can borrow from time to time, but that you don't have to worry about talking or taking care of."
"Yeah," she said, sighing slightly, "but where is a girl going to find that?"
I took a deep breath.
"Upstairs," I said, looking her squarely in the eyes.
"You mean it's OK for me to keep borrowing your vibrator."
"No, no, no. You misunderstand me. Actually, I was thinking of letting you borrow something else......"
I let the statement hang for a moment. I could tell from her eyes that she wasn't catching my meaning—that I was offering to let that tight little pussy of hers fuck John from time to time. It had been a fantasy of mine for the last couple years, to see him fuck a really young, tight pussy. Here was that tight young pussy, and it desperately needed to be fucked.
"I'm not sure I understand what you mean, Sara. What is it that you'd let me borrow?"
"Well," I said, "if you don't want a real cock....."
Suddenly her eyes went wide as saucers. "You mean John?"
"Oh, I couldn't," she protested.
"Why? You said it yourself. You need a little cock now and then and I know you find him exciting."
"Well, yes, but..."
"And, I am confident that he will find you exciting."
"How can you be so sure?" she asked.
"Because I know men and I know John."
"Still, he's your husband."
"So what, for years before we had children we played around sexually with other people. I love watching him fuck and seeing him cum in another woman's pussy and he loves watching me fuck and cum on another man's cock."
"I don't understand. You have sex with other people? Is that what you do on your Friday nights out?" she asked a bit bewildered.
"We used to play all the time. But, we haven't played since we started our family. It's OK, really it is. We played around sexually both with each other and with other people long before we got married. We just enjoy sex. Like I said, we'd be helping you out to be sure. But, I'd be getting off, too, just watching. It's fun. You'll see," I said taking her hand and leading her to the stairs.
I had her. I knew I had her, and I wasn't going to let her go now.
"But, don't you get jealous?" she asked. "I mean, seeing him with someone else in that way."
"No," I said, as we reached the top of the stairs. "I never have. I guess I'm too focused on the fun to worry about jealousy."
As I approached the bedroom door, I heard the television. I paused to knock lightly and then slowly pushed the door open. I heard the sound of the television turning off as the door opened fully onto our master bedroom. John was under the covers placing the remote on the nightstand furthest from the door. As a result, he didn't immediately see that Maria had entered the room with me.
John had taken the time to light several of the candles around the room and had broken out our collection of massage oils. The oils were now sitting on the nightstand next to him. "Way to go, John," I thought.
"John," I said, breaking the moment of silence, "I have a favour to ask."
"Name it," he said before turning around. It was then that he saw that Maria was with me in our bedroom.
"Honey. Maria is really, really horny and could use a very good fucking. Would you please stick that big dick of yours into her for me and give her a real good orgasm?"
A mini-tent appeared in between his legs almost immediately. "Wow," he responded as he shook off the surprise, "I'd be very happy to fuck Maria if she wants to be fucked. Do you want me to fuck you, Maria?"
"Oh God YES!" she exclaimed, tears welling up in her eyes. "You guys have no idea how much I've needed this."
She began unbuttoning her blouse immediately. The game was on!
"It has been over two years. I was beginning to think I was going to die without some cock."
With that, Maria slipped her blouse off her shoulders and let it fall to the ground. She started walking slowly towards our bed as her hands moved to the waist of her skirt. I was standing behind her now. The cotton white straps of her bra shown plainly against the young, smooth skin on her back. Her hair was collected together at the back of her head by an elastic band. From there, her hair cascaded down between her shoulder blades barely covering the clasp of her bra. She slowly unzipped her skirt and allowed it to gently slide off her hips. The unmistakable smell of her musk now filled the room (or was that my musk?).
As the skirt fell away from her hips, her underwear came into full view. She wasn't wearing a thong. Instead, she had on ordinary cotton panties with elastic leg opening and an elastic waist. The elastic along the leg openings perfectly followed the cup of her butt cheeks as though the panties had been tailor made to fit and accentuate her ass. Her cheeks were nearly perfectly pear shaped, obviously firm, rounded at the bottom, and ever so slightly pout in appearance. John was an ass man. I knew that he would not be disappointed.
She was at the side of the bed now, immediately next to John. As she disrobed, so did I. I moved to sit in a chair we had in our room next to the nightstand. I slid the chair slightly closer to the bed so as to provide a front row seat to the spectacle that I knew would soon follow.
John reached up from the bed and gently caressed the sides of her breasts still constrained in their cotton fabric prison. For a moment, he allowed the tips of his thumbs to slowly trace circles around each of her cotton encased nipples. Prisoners constrained by a few threads of cloth and a small bit of padding, Maria's nipples were now fully erect and begging for an early release on account of good behaviour.