Domestic Bliss: A Tale of Two Couples

by Kirsten McCurran

  five

  “Get him! Get him!” Maggie shouted.

  “Give it your best shot,” Gary taunted.

  They were in the backyard and Gary wielded the garden hose like a weapon. Maggie and the kids confronted him from the other side of the yard, trying to figure out how to rush him without being taken out by the hose. The kids didn’t really care. When he blasted them with the cool water they just squealed and ran away, but Maggie was determined to get that hose and get her revenge.

  Maggie directed the kids to the right and she went to the left. Gary laughed as he sprayed the kids and they fled. He had plenty of time to turn the hose back on Maggie. She did not flee this time, ignoring how cold the water was. She took the blast and kept coming. Gary was surprised. He took a few steps back, but didn’t really get out of the way. Maggie charged him and when he realized she wasn’t stopping it was too late. She tackled him and they both went tumbling backward into the pool. It was setting a terrible example, but the kids were kept well back from the pool and the adults had just gotten carried away with themselves.

  Gary went down in the deep end with his arms wrapped tightly around Maggie, holding her in place. His heels gently tapped the bottom and he kicked upward. They burst through to the surface and they were both giggling like kids. He kept Maggie trapped, wriggling in his arms and it felt good. Perhaps a little too good. He suddenly released her and swam backwards, hoping she hadn’t felt him getting hard. She pursued him and brought him down again in the shallow end, pushing between his legs to hold him.

  “I got you!” she crowed.

  “You’re just as wet as I am,” he pointed out.

  Gary shifted his hips, hoping to find a more comfortable position for his cock, but then she shifted and bumped right against it—but she didn’t react. Over the past few weeks, he’d become much more aware of how sexy Maggie was. He’d always thought she was pretty, with her thick auburn hair and big, brown eyes, but she never dressed in a way that invited being checked out. Besides, she was his friend, he just hadn’t thought of her that way. Gary still didn’t think of her like that, or at least he tried not to, but Maggie had a nice, curvy body. She was not taut like Alexandra, but she was soft in the right places. She wore a traditional one-piece navy swimsuit that flattened out her plump tits, but the loose white tank top she wore over it now clung to her body and her nipples poked through both garments. He tried not to wonder what she looked like topless.

  “But I’m on top!” Maggie seemed to realize what she’d just said and blushed deep crimson. She climbed out of the pool and offered Gary a hand.

  “It’s about nap time, isn’t it?” Gary suggested, thoughtfully changing the subject.

  They herded the kids inside and dried them off, changing their clothes. The kids fought napping, but, left alone in a quiet, dim room and they easily succumbed to dreamland. Gary went to the master bedroom to change, while Maggie retreated to the guest room.

  It was with horror that Maggie realized she hadn’t packed any underwear to change into. She’d worn her bathing suit over there under clothes. She’d been so focused on choosing a swimsuit she didn’t hate that she’d simply forgot. She didn’t reflect on why she wanted to look good for Gary. She had a tank top that supposedly had a built-in bra, but those didn’t really work for busty women like her—those things were a joke—and an undershirt tank. Those layers were not going to support her. She sat on the bed helplessly for a few minutes and then decided she simply had no choice. She pulled on the two tops, arranged herself in them and checked the mirror. Her nipples weren’t quite visible and her boobs looked good, but it was obviously she was braless. She had a loose, olive cotton skirt that came to her knees. It wouldn’t be obvious she wasn’t wearing panties either, but she would know.

  Of course Gary noticed. Maggie saw it as soon as she came downstairs. He was pouring out two glasses of iced tea in the kitchen and he paused to look at her, but not at her face. He stared for a few beats—until he caught himself—and then went back to pouring. He was too much of a gentleman to say anything, which was one of the things she loved about him. Adam surely would have had a comment.

  “Do you want a snack?” Gary asked.

  Maggie turned her back when she realized she was blushing again. She liked that Gary was checking her out. It felt good that he was looking at her like a woman, not just his friend. It was like someone had thrown a glass of water in her face when she realized her husband was right. She did have a crush on Gary. When did that happen? Yes, he was a great dad and a sweet guy, but she was a grown, married woman. She was not supposed to have crushes. Maggie got a grip on herself and turned back with a big, silly smile.

  “I’m good. Maybe some carrot sticks. I’ll take these into the other room.” She reached for the glasses.

  “Are you okay?” he asked.

  “Sure.”

  Gary wanted to kick himself. Maggie had come bouncing into the room and he couldn’t help himself and stared, and now she was embarrassed. Apologizing would probably just make things worse. He couldn’t even believe she wasn’t wearing bra—not that he didn’t appreciate it. It just wasn’t like her. Maggie looked good. She was so cute with her dark bob brushed out and no make-up. She was just naturally pretty. Throw in a nice body like that and of course he noticed. He thought back to what Adam had said about looking at women and thought that even his friend wouldn’t mind Gary checking out his wife. Maggie was so sweet, he knew she would just let it go.

  Maggie was flipping through channels when Gary came into the family room. He handed her a bowl of carrot sticks and she said thanks, but they didn’t look into each other’s eyes. For the first time ever things were awkward between them. They were both lost in their thoughts. Maggie tried to not think about her newly realized crush, while Gary thought she was mad he had been staring at her tits.

  Gary was having trouble thinking about anything but her beautiful breasts. They were sitting so close together, even though there was plenty of room on the large couch. Her chest rose and fell steadily and for a second he thought Maggie was breathing heavy. No, he knew that was crazy. It was all in his head.

  “What time do you expect Alexandra to be home today?” Maggie asked, taking a stab at small talk.

  “I have no idea. Lexi’s home late so often anymore I don’t even try to have dinner ready when she gets home. She’s never home at dinnertime.”

  “I hate it when Adam gets hung up at the office. It’s not as often as it seems to be for Alexandra.”

  “It’s tough. I know the cliché is the wife waiting at home with the romantic dinner on the table and blowing out the candles because the husband never came home from work, but sometimes I feel that way—in reverse, obviously.”

  Maggie laughed. “Now you know how it feels to be taken for granted. If your situation ever reverses again you won’t take Alexandra for granted again.”

  “I’ll remind Adam not to take you for granted, how’s that?”

  “Thanks.” She beamed.

  Gary leaned in close. It felt like the tension had drained that quickly. They really had built up a rapport. He whispered conspiratorially, “Not that I think any man could take you for granted. You’re pretty great.”

  Maggie hugged his arm. “You’re a pretty great wife, too.”

  “Gee, thanks.”

  They settled in to watch television while they had some peace and Gary brought up House of Cards on Netflix. He had been after Alexandra to watch it forever, but she never had time for it. She did not watch much television in general, and when she did flick it on, it was primarily for background noise. Maggie shared his love of a good drama—another thing they had in common.

  Maggie snuggled in beside him, laying her head against his chest, while he slipped his arm around her. She briefly considered that she should not be snuggling like this with anyone but her husband, but it was just Gary. It was harmless. It felt so comfortable, so right, that she quickly nodded off.

  G
ary listened to Maggie’s soft breathing, trying to remember the last time he and Alexandra had the time to just sit like that. He couldn’t remember. He closed his eyes—just to rest for a second—and soon he was asleep too.

  ~~~

  Maggie slowly drifted out of her dream. In it, she and Adam were in bed, kissing and touching each other. Hands moved under clothes, confidently touching all the right places, and her breath caught. Her breathing deepened as she sought to pull his clothes off. Maggie’s eyes fluttered open and her head was in Adam’s lap. They must have fallen asleep together, she thought. She felt frisky from the dream closed her eyes, turning slightly. He must have been having a good dream too, because he was already hard. His shaft pressed into the side of her face. He moaned and shifted in his sleep. His hand came to rest on her breast, fingers dragging across her stiffening nipple. Maggie smiled and kissed his prick again, pressing harder and wishing his shorts weren’t in the way. He tightened his grasp on her breast and the twinge of excitement that shot down to her pussy brought her fully awake.

  Horror seized her and Maggie froze. In that moment she remembered where she was and who she was with. She squinted her eyes open and looked away from his lap and her fears were confirmed. She was not in her own house. And that was not her husband’s lap her head was in—nor his cock she was kissing. Oh my God! She remained perfectly still, tuning all of her senses to Gary. His breathing was still deep and steady. He seemed to be asleep. But her face was still buried in his crotch and his hand was on her tit. With his arm around her, she didn’t know how she was going to extricate herself without waking him. She did not want him waking up while they were in that position. Maggie was sure he would be just as embarrassed as she was. And yet, through that embarrassment, she rubbed her face softly against his hard shaft, feeling its length and girth. She couldn’t be sure, but it felt like Gary had a nice cock in his shorts. Realizing that did not help with her arousal. He was still rubbing her breast and she could feel herself really getting wet.

  Gary had snapped awake as soon as he felt Maggie nuzzling his cock. He was confused at first, too. It was natural to assume it was his wife down there, but as soon as he palmed her breast he knew it wasn’t his wife. That wasn’t Alexandra’s tit. And yet, he didn’t stop touching her. It felt good and natural and he was a little too turned on to think clearly. He was just naturally hard coming out of his nap, but Maggie kissing him through his shorts felt good.

  He looked down and tried to regulate his breathing, so she wouldn’t realize he was awake. His prick twitched and she paused for a second, but then she kept moving. Maggie had to be awake. Her movements were too deliberate. Gary couldn’t believe shy, sweet Maggie was doing this. No way he ever would have thought she had this in her. She could only be doing it because she thought he was asleep. He was a little ashamed, but he decided to let it ride for a few more moments and enjoy it. He had no idea what came next.

  Maggie knew she had to stop before he woke up, but the passions burning inside her wouldn’t allow her. What would she say to Gary if he realized what was happening? His hand touching her felt so good, but it slowly dawned on her he couldn’t be asleep. His thumb and forefinger lightly pinched her nipple and the moan slipped from her lips unbidden. He was not doing that asleep. He wanted it just as much as she did. Maggie turned and looked up at him.

  Their gazes met and they stared at each other wordlessly. Gary kept massaging her breast and her excitement had turned Maggie’s cheeks crimson. She softly kissed the bulge in his shorts and then her lips curled into a sly smile. Gary returned that smile while giving her nipple a light pinch. Both their hearts were pounding, but neither of them ran. They chose to act like adults.

  Sitting up, Maggie sat across-legged on the other end of the couch and they continued looking at each other—still wordless. Finally, Gary spoke.

  "What just happened?"

  "I don't know. Something. A dream, maybe?"

  Gary grinned. "It was a nice dream."

  "It was."

  "Are—" Gary was cut off by Tyler calling out for his mommy through the baby monitor. There was so much to say, but it was not going to happen then. Maggie gave him an apologetic look and ran upstairs to fetch her son.

  They'd slept longer than they thought and Maggie had to run out of there to get home and start dinner. She knew they had to talk, but was relieved to busy herself with gathering the kids and their things to leave. She caught Gary checking her out again and this time she just smiled for him. At the door their usual hug turned into a tight embrace and what had been a peck on the cheek turned into a soft, lingering kiss that left Maggie warm and fuzzy-headed.

  The door closed and Gary's head was spinning. He was pretty sure what they'd been doing wasn't right, but he didn't think it rose to the level of cheating. It was just some touching, right? It wasn't even like they really kissed and all their clothes had stayed on. He tried to convince himself he had nothing to feel guilty about and hoped Maggie felt the same way. She seemed okay with it. He hoped she stayed that way.

  six

  Adam scanned the crowded bar until he spotted the tall blonde sitting at a table toward the back. Even in the big happy hour crowd Alexandra was a hard woman to miss. He stopped at the bar to pick up a gin for himself and a martini for Alexandra, which he set down next to the one she was already working on.

  "Sorry, finding a parking spot was a bitch," Adam said. The table was small and he ended up pressed against Alexandra.

  "That's okay, although I was determined to punch the next guy who tried to pick me up."

  "Can't blame them. A woman like you sitting alone in a place like this is like chum thrown into a shark tank. It's all instincts, babe."

  "I'm not sure how I feel about being compared to chum."

  "I'm just saying that when a guy sees a woman like you the higher brain functions shut down."

  "That must be why some guys can't take no for an answer.” Alexandra nodded in the direction of the bar and Adam saw a tall, Italian guy staring at them. "Do you mind if I borrow you for a second?"

  "Use me as you will."

  Alexandra returned the stranger's stare and put an arm around Adam. Pressing her lips against his ear, she said, "I want him to think I'm telling you something incredibly sexy right now, like I want you to slip your hand up my skirt or that I'm going to drag you out into the parking lot for a blow job.” She nibbled on his earlobe and kissed the side of his neck down to his collar. Loosening his tie, she unbuttoned the collar so she could kiss more of his neck.

  "Did it just get hot in here?” Adam asked, surprise in his voice. He was startled by this turn of events. His cock had sprung to immediate attention and her lips sent shivers down his spine. "Better not stop, he's still looking."

  "Then this will get him.”

  She put her hand under the table and rested it on Adam's thigh, knowing what it would look like to their friend at the bar. Turning Adam's face to hers, Alexandra kissed him hard, though she kept him from slipping her the tongue. He held her by her ponytail, keeping her lips pressed to his. Going with it, Adam palmed her breast and when she didn't stop him, he released the lower button on her jacket and slid his hand inside in one smooth move. All he found between him and bare skin was a flimsy, lacy bra, and her hard nipple was practically burning a hole through it.

  She didn't know how long they kissed, no more than a minute or two, but when Alexandra opened her eyes their voyeur had apparently gotten the message and was gone. The show was over, she thought, but before she ended it she let her hand move up and she squeezed an impressively thick cock. She just couldn't help herself. Alexandra pushed away from Adam, removing his hand, and swallowed half of her second martini.

  That got a little out of hand, she thought. Alexandra had simply wanted to teach that pushy jerk a lesson. Before Adam arrived, he’d been very aggressive about picking her up, not caring when she said her husband would be there any minute. She had to bluntly tell him to go away after b
eing nice didn’t work. She didn’t think Adam would mind if she used him to show the jerk what he was missing, but somehow what she’d meant to be a fairly innocent tease had gone much further. She did not plan on kissing Adam like that, or let him grope her. But she’d become turned on and had stopped thinking.

  Adam's heart was pounding and his cock felt like it was going to explode. Did that really just happen? he wondered. He knew Alexandra was a flirt and a tease, but wow! He had no idea she had that in her. Maybe there really was more to their flirty banter than she’d let on. That couldn't have just been about teasing some random guy, could it? Really, he didn't care why she did it—he just wanted her to do it again. Now that he had a taste he wanted more.

  "That showed him," Adam said.

  “You don’t think it was too much?” Alexandra tried to keep it light. She could see Adam was just as turned on as she was, and she didn’t want things to get weird. A guy like Adam could get the wrong idea.

  "No, I think that was perfect.” Adam knocked back most of his drink. "Hey, if you ever need me again don't hesitate to ask."

  "Sure, as long as Maggie doesn't mind."

  "She can't mind if she doesn't know."

  “Come on, now. We don’t have secrets, the four of us,” she replied, knowing this little encounter would stay their private moment. Gary certainly would not understand. He also probably would not have played along, but been annoyed that the guy was hitting on her. It was hot that Adam could just roll with it. And she didn’t think Maggie would be okay with Adam groping her.

  “Some things are best left unmentioned,” he said.

  Adam waited for his heart to stop pounding—and his dick to go down—and fetched another round. He returned to find Alexandra leaning forward to retrieve her make-up bag from her purse. Adam could see the lacy bra he’d felt was black and nearly sheer. He couldn’t remember the last time Maggie had worn anything like that. Alexandra caught him looking and he just smiled.