This Other Girl In Our Lives

I met my husband at work and we married after two years of dating. During our dating he was always checking out other women and if a woman he knew was around he hugged her and kissed her cheek or forehead. At times he kissed their mouth. I never understood why they let him hug them so tight or kiss them but they did.

After marriage things remained the same, he hugged women, kissed women. On one occasion at a company Christmas party he hugged one of his employees and patted her bottom. She just hung on tighter. He kissed her mouth for a long minute and she just hung on kissing him back. After a while he brought her over to our table and sat her between us and I had to talk to her for the rest of the night. When we left she hung on to him and told him she didn't want to go home alone so we offered to take her home.

At her apartment, her roommate was out of town, she asked us not to leave her alone. Feeling like I was trapped in a story I offered her to come home with us. I helped her pack a bag for the weekend, including her birth control. She sat behind me in the car and talked and talked. At the house it took me over an hour to get her into her bed in the guest room, promising to check in on her. It was like putting a little girl to bed. A half hour later she appeared beside me in my room with her pillow telling me she didn't want to sleep alone.

She snuggled into my arms and she was asleep. I didn't dare let her go so I spooned her all night while my husband slept beside us. In the morning he got up and showered and came out of the bathroom naked to get a pair of shorts. She was awake and she looked at me and I told her if he made her uncomfortable not to look. We showered, together. She asked me to lather her hair. She went upstairs to get her clothes with a bath towel around her and came back to my room to dress, dropping the towel on the floor. She may have been a young woman, but she was all woman. She got on the bed still naked and told me that she liked being with me and wanted me to take care of her.

I told my husband after he returned from his run that this girl had serious dependency issues and she was dependent of him and she was exhibiting dependency issues with me. He ignored it, telling me to settle down. She was young and she just needed to be loved. Well she wanted more than just being loved, she wanted my husband to hold her, to kiss her. She kissed him several times on the cheek. She sat so close to him she might as well have sat in his lap. All day, where ever we went she clung to him. I counted eight pure mouth to mouth kisses, he patted her behind when she was hanging on him, when he walked past her, when she sat down to eat.

Cleaning up the kitchen I asked her if she thought she might be in love with my husband. She said no, but not her eyes. That night, Saturday night, she just went to bed with us, on my side, in my arms. But he turned me over and reached for her and made love to her. She surrendered immediately, opened her legs for him and laid back to be made love to. When he was done he patted her naked fanny and told her to cuddle up with me. It was three in the morning when he woke me up to make love to me, talking to me the entire time about how much he liked her.

Sunday. I asked him if he wanted me to take her home. He said no. So I drove her to her apartment and collected clothes for the week and brought her home. I made sure she brought her complete set of birth control. He made love to her every night, and me later like he had on Saturday night. Usually we made love once or twice a month. He kissed her so much, every time I turned around he was kissing her lips. He hugged her all the time, his hands went up and down her butt, across her chest, he slid his hand between her legs when we standing in the kitchen talking about dinner.

That night he started with me, he made love to me. After me, he took her and once he was recovered made love to her. He told her that he wanted her to live with us. She lived with us for three years. During the time she lived with us he made love to us almost every night, except for the obvious week we were indisposed. After she moved back out he couldn't sleep because she wasn't there. I offered to go get her but he told me to let her go, she needed to grow up. Six months later I went and brought her home. My bed is too big for just two of us, plus I missed being made love to every night. And I missed having her sleep in my arms. And I missed her.