Domestic Bliss: A Tale of Two Couples

by Kirsten McCurran

  Once Adam was safely sheathed, he shoved hard into Maggie. She cried out and dug her nails into his shoulders. He was in a bit too much of a hurry tonight and she wasn’t totally ready, so his thick shaft hurt when he entered her. Maggie took a deep breath, forced herself to relax and closed her eyes. Adam's weight pressed her down into the bed and she spread her thighs wider as she felt him trying to thrust deeper. Shifting, Maggie angled her hips so he rubbed her clit every time he entered her.

  She moaned softly—she wasn't a screamer—and her pussy clenched around him. After just a few moments she was wet for him and pain turned to pleasure. The throbbing in her clit spread through her pussy and Maggie felt it growing larger still, ready to spread through her entire body. She opened her eyes and looked up at Adam, whose eyes were shut tight and teeth were gritted.

  Adam felt Maggie's short nails digging into his back and he listened to her quiet moans, but with his eyes closed it was his friend's leggy blonde wife lying beneath him. He didn't always fantasize about other women in bed, but whenever he saw Alexandra he couldn't help himself. He imagined throwing her down on the bed and forcing her legs apart. He knew she'd be ready and willing—at least she was in his fantasy. He grunted as he pounded harder and harder into Maggie, thinking, Take that you little tease!

  Usually a condom made him last longer, but not tonight. Maggie cried out beneath him and her whole body clenched up. Her pussy squeezed him tightly and he cried out and came. He opened his eyes, blinking the sweat out of them and stared down at Maggie, red faced and glowing from her orgasm.

  God, she's beautiful, he thought, instantly guilty that he’d been thinking of another woman. He didn’t really need anyone else. He said, "I love you so much, babe."

  "I love you too, honey."

  four

  Although Gary told her there was no hurry because of his severance, Alexandra had a job in less than a week. As she predicted, her old firm jumped at the chance to get her back and said she could start immediately. She felt guilty running out on her husband without more prep time, but Alexandra was chomping at the bit to get back into the swing of things. She went on a shopping spree with Maggie to spruce up her work wardrobe and on the following Monday she was back at work. Alexandra fell right back into her groove as if the last three years hadn't happened.

  Things did not go so swimmingly for Gary. Alexandra left him lists and instructions, but he still felt hapless every morning when he started. It was so weird to get up with Connor and then see Alexandra off to work when he should have been leaving. He found himself sitting on the couch staring at Good Morning America and wondering what the hell he was doing, but Gary had agreed to the arrangement and he was determined to make it work. After a week, he was at his wits end. He'd never been happier to see a weekend come around. Without an ounce of guilt, he passed Connor off on his wife all weekend and did nothing but watch baseball and sit on the couch.

  Monday came and Alexandra left again and Gary felt like the weekend had passed in the blink of an eye. He finally got Connor to play on his own so he could straighten up the kitchen when the doorbell rang. The UPS guy's terrible timing, he thought. He swung the door open and his annoyance melted away when he saw it was Maggie. Her short auburn bob was pulled back into a ponytail and she was wearing shorts and a baggy t-shirt, which made her look nearly ten years younger.

  "Alexandra thought maybe you could use a hand."

  "Please, come on in.” Gary took the big diaper bag from her shoulder and she ushered her kids inside while pushing a stroller. He'd never been happier to see anyone in his life.

  Maggie set Tyler and Aimee up in the den with Connor and then joined Gary in the kitchen, where he poured her a cup of coffee. She took in her surroundings and commented, "It's not as bad as I thought it would be. Alexandra had me expecting a disaster area."

  "If it doesn't look that way it's a miracle. Connor demands constant attention. I don't know how she ever got anything done."

  "It's just because you're new at this and you haven't figured out how to manage his time yet. Alexandra had Connor in a routine. You just have to find yours. Besides, he can probably tell you're frazzled and he's taking advantage."

  "Great, I'm being outsmarted by my three-year-old son!"

  Maggie placed a reassuring hand on his arm and giggled sweetly. "They're like bears, they can smell fear."

  They finished their coffee and then Maggie pitched in to clean up the kitchen. Afterward they took the kids out back and let them run themselves ragged while the grown-ups relaxed and took in the sun. Gary felt so much better with Maggie there. He’d truly felt trapped before. It was nice to have someone to talk to. He didn't feel comfortable telling Alexandra about how difficult he found things. It would be like admitting defeat. Maggie was a great listener, though he felt guilty unloading all his problems on her, but she didn't seem to mind one bit. When the kids were tired out, they made lunch together and then put all the kids down for a nap in Connor's bedroom. Maggie used the time to give Gary some tips that she promised would make his life much easier. After the nap, she headed home to take care of her own house.

  The next day Maggie showed up on his doorstep again and Gary was just as happy to see her. She came by every day that week and by the end he felt like he finally had a handle on things. When she left on Friday he gave her a big, long hug and told her he didn't know where he would be without her.

  "Thanks, but it's nothing really. Just common sense," Maggie said, blushing as red as her t-shirt.

  "Really, having just Connor is rough, but you've got two to chase around all day. I bow before you."

  "Stop it, silly. I'll see you Monday.” She gave him a peck on the check and led the kids away.

  Maggie was impressed by Gary’s dedication to getting everything right. And she wasn’t proud of it, but she was also happy to see him struggling like that. As good a guy as Gary was, she knew he didn’t realize how hard a stay-at-home mom works before he had to do it himself. She hoped he would tell Adam. Maggie couldn’t have been happier to lend a hand and get Gary up and running. Not only was it nice to have another adult around during the day, but it was great to spend more time with Gary and really get to know him. It was unusual to spend so much one-on-one time with a best friend’s husband.

  Gary missed Maggie as soon as she left, and not just because she lightened the workload. Alexandra was already working long hours and he was lonely. He'd forgotten just how brutal her schedule could be. Twice that week she was even later than she was supposed to be and he had to reheat her dinner. Gary was beginning to feel that if he didn't see Maggie every day he'd have no adult companionship at all.

  Alexandra was so happy working, and so he didn't say anything. And there was a benefit to her being happy. Their sex life dramatically improved when she started working. Alexandra wanted to make love almost every night and in bed she was insatiable, like when they first met. The change in her was amazing. There was just one thing bothering Gary, and he had trouble keeping quiet about it.

  Gary didn’t know how to tell her, but some of Alexandra’s work suits were too sexy. And he didn’t know how to say that without sounding like a prude. She didn’t dress inappropriately—she didn’t cross that line. Her clothes were beautiful, all expensive, well-tailored suits, but the skirts were all hemmed at least a couple inches above the knee and when she wore pants they always clung to her ass. If she wore a blouse with her suit, it was unbuttoned perilously low, and if she wore a silk shell it was impossibly tight. Gary could just imagine the men in her office watching her all day, waiting for her to drop a pen. It’s what the guys in his office did when the young, attractive receptionist came around in her little outfits. Gary appreciated that Alexandra wanted to be sexy, but he was afraid she was giving men at the firm the wrong idea, and it seemed like that was what she wanted. When he worked up the courage to say something, it provoked the expected response.

  "Are you trying to say I look like a slut?” Her clear blue
eyes bored right through him. Gary had followed her upstairs when she came home from work, at almost eight o'clock, and caught her just as she was about to undress. She'd just unbuttoned her jacket when she spun on him. She thought she had to be hearing him wrong.

  "No, not at all, honey. You're taking this the wrong way."

  "You said my clothes are too revealing, how am I supposed to take it. Should all my skirts go down to my ankles?"

  "Uh, no, I didn't mean…"

  "I don't think I dress any differently than I ever did. Have you always thought I dressed like a tramp?” She put her hands on her hips and her jacket hung open to reveal a pink satin camisole beneath. It was stretched tight over her breasts and her nipples were two prominent peaks. "You don't have an answer for that, do you?"

  "Lexi, come on, you're blowing this out of proportion. I didn't say you dress like a slut and I don't think you're a tramp. I just think you're an incredibly smart woman and you don't have to, uhm, do anything else to get attention at work."

  "Some things have changed, but it's still a man's world, Gary, and no matter how smart I am that's not always enough, so I believe in using all the assets I have. I know some guys at work check me out—I’m not stupid—but I use it to my advantage. If a partner wants me on a case because he likes the way my ass looks in this skirt that's fine with me. I don't care why I'm there as long as I am there, because when he's done looking at my ass he's going to look at my briefs and see I'm the best damn lawyer in the firm." Alexandra decided to ignore the rest of it—the part of her that just liked attention for the sake of it.

  Gary recoiled from her anger. He hated to admit it, but she had some points. Alexandra had always dressed to get attention—this was not a new thing. And he’d never been thrilled with it, but maybe it bothered him more now that she was going out in the world and he was not. His insecurity was showing, and it wasn’t pretty. Way back when Gary had asked Alexandra why a girl like her was going out with him when she had so many options, and she just said that he was cute and sweet and that was everything to her. So maybe he was being a little oversensitive, but could be more understanding about it.

  "I just don’t like it. It sucks that you think you have to use your looks to get ahead."

  Alexandra slipped off her jacket and walked toward her husband. "We all do it, at least all the smart women. And as long as men are men, we’ll have to keep doing it. Weren't there some women around your office whose blouses were always open a button farther than they should have been? No one who always found an excuse to bend over and pick up something?"

  "Well…"

  "And I'm sure you never looked because you wouldn't want anyone to look at your wife that way if the situation were reversed, would you?” Alexandra smirked when Gary didn't answer. She knew the truth. Gary was a sweet guy—but he was still a guy.

  Alexandra reached down and felt his throbbing shaft through his shorts. He swallowed hard while she rubbed it and she leaned closer and whispered in his ear, "Even you like the way I dress—you just don’t like that other men like it.”

  “I don’t want those guys thinking they have a chance…”

  “Who cares what they think? I know I’m coming home to you, and that’s all that matters.” She felt his cock twitch as she rubbed it. “Your dick doesn't lie, sweetie. You like the view just as much as they do. Or maybe you're thinking of some cute little secretary with a clingy sweater where you used to work.” She went down on her knees, pulling his shorts with her.

  "Honey, Connor's still up," Gary protested.

  "This won't take very long," she promised, just before she swallowed him. Alexandra bobbed eagerly on his cock while he leaned back against the bedpost and wound her long blonde locks between his fingers. All sorts of things raced through his mind and she was right—a couple of the women from his old office did flash through his mind. He wondered if any of his wife's co-workers were thinking about her while they were fucking their wives.

  Alexandra only sucked him long enough to tease and then pushed him back onto the bed. Gary groaned. Hiking up her skirt, she pulled a frilly pink thong down her long legs and crawled on top of him without even taking off her heels. She was wearing elastic-topped thigh-highs and he felt their smoothness as she straddled him. He had no idea she wasn’t wearing pantyhose. The thigh-highs made the outfit so much hotter.

  Although he hadn't done a thing to her, Alexandra was dripping wet when she mounted him and she rode him hard. Gary was right. She didn't have to sex up her image for work—she was confident she would have been noticed anyway—but she did it because she wanted to. She counted the hard-ons she caused in the office the other day and it came to a baker's dozen. It made her feel sexy and powerful and horny as hell.

  Alexandra couldn't believe Gary would complain because while the other guys may get to look at her, he was the one reaping all the real benefits. She wondered if maybe she should sneak Gary into the office late one night and fuck him on the conference table. That would be hot.

  "Oh God, oh God!” She cried and arched her back as her whole body locked up and she came. It took that little, surprising even Alexandra.

  Gary was bucking off the bed—staring at his ridiculously sexy wife—thrusting right back into her and he came, too, digging his fingers into her hips.

  Alexandra fixed him. Gary did not bring up the subject of her wardrobe again, even though it stayed in his mind as he watched her go off to work every morning. He just hated that one of those lawyers might think she would be putting something out there. And what if one of those men tried to take it? He trusted his wife, of course, but with him staying home she might at some point feel she needs a real man. It was a ridiculous, archaic thought, but he couldn’t help thinking it.

  ~~~

  “How’s Mr. Mom doing?” Adam asked as Maggie cleared dinner.

  Maggie hid her irritation. Gary was a good man, and she didn’t like her husband picking on him. “Gary is doing well. He’s got the hang of the staying home thing.”

  “That was pretty quick. I figured after a few weeks he’d be begging Lexi to quit working and take over.” He grabbed another beer from the fridge.

  “Dad, can I have the iPad?” Tyler called from the other room.

  “Yeah, but a half hour—that’s it. If you give me trouble, it’s going away for a while.” Adam didn’t like the way his son always had his face buried in some piece of electronics. He thought the boy should be outside playing.

  “Are you admitting that taking care of the house is hard work?” Maggie asked. Generally, she’d always felt he was dismissive of her role as a homemaker.

  “I know you work hard to take care of this family, and I appreciate it, hon.”

  “But?”

  “But it’s just a different skill set. If I had to do laundry all day and clean the house and chase the kids around, I’d blow my brains out. I need to be mentally engaged. I need to be challenged.”

  “You’re saying taking care of the family isn’t challenging?” Maggie stood with her fists on her hips.

  “Listen, babe, I’m not saying that. I’m just saying I’m not cut out for it, and I don’t think most men are. I know Gary would rather be out there in the world than potty training.” Adam came over and gave her a kiss on the cheek, which she grudgingly accepted.

  “I would never say it to her, but I don’t think Alexandra was cut out for it. She was good at it—she’s good at everything, I guess, but I know she didn’t like it. I bet she’s much happier to be working.”

  Adam chuckled. “Yeah, she is more of the man in that marriage.”

  Maggie hit him in the arm. “That’s not nice. You know, you could use a little of Gary’s sensitivity. It makes him a good man, and besides, modern women like that sort of thing.”

  “Maybe you shouldn’t be spending so much time over there. Sounds to me like you might have a crush on him,” Adam said without conviction. He didn’t see his wife spending time with their friend as any threat to th
eir marriage. He knew Maggie very well and knew what she wanted. He pulled her into his arms, her token resistance quickly melting.

  “What are you doing? I have to finish cleaning up dinner,” Maggie complained, squirming in his arms.

  “Just reclaiming what’s mine before Gary steals you away.”

  “He’s not doing any stealing.”

  Adam planted his hand on her ass and kissed her. Maggie giggled as she tried to turn away. “That’s because you like a strong man. You like a man who takes charge, babe.” He held the back of her neck and made her kiss him. His gripped tightened and she gasped. She did like it when a man took charge. The kiss was exciting and a tingling spread through her body. Maggie flicked her tongue back at his, but then pushed him away. She really did need to finish cleaning up, and the kids were just in the other room. It wasn’t like they could just do it on the kitchen table. Those days were long over. They could continue this later, if they weren’t too tired.

  “Later, okay?” she asked.

  “Sure, babe,” Adam pouted.

  The brief moment had caused a stirring in his pants and he was reluctant to let go. Sometimes he wished his wife was more spontaneous. The kids were engaged, they could have snuck upstairs for a quickie. He imagined the same scene happening between Gary and Alexandra, except their roles were reversed. In his fantasies, Alexandra was always ready to go.

  Maggie watched Adam go into the other room and was a little annoyed by his pouting. Yes, she liked a strong man, but it would be nice if he took her feelings into account sometimes. It would be nice if he was more attuned to her feelings. It wasn’t fair to compare the men, but Gary always listened—really listened—when they talked, so she knew he must be that way with Alexandra. Maggie could feel herself opening to Gary more and more, in a way she’d never even done with Alexandra. Adam was crazy to think she had a crush on another man, but she could not deny she and Gary were getting close.