Quarantined.

I met my husband (Dan) when I was still in high school, and he was already in college. I didn’t know him well, but his family was friends of ours. I lived in a small town Southern Illinois, while he was already pre-med up in Chicago, but whenever he was back in town my mother would always say things like “He’s such a nice young man, good future, you should find yourself a man like him” never mind the 6 year age difference, it certainly seemed like she was pushing me towards him. I was an excellent student and while I wasn’t going to med school, as fate would have it I ended up going to the same university as he was. Our families meddled, arranged for him to show me around the campus and soon enough we were dating.

Before him I was still a virgin, my nosey and controlling mother had been very serious about me not having sex before marriage, mostly concerned that I’d get knocked up by some loser, or that a respectable suitor wouldn’t want to marry me if I’d been “deflowered”. This wasn’t for religious purposes or any thing, we were just a well to do family and they had old school ideas about me marrying into another good family. So while she nearly threatened me to abstain from sex, she practically encouraged me to do everything else! She knew that curiosity, teenaged rebelliousness, or lust could get the better of me, so she regularly suggested that if I was with a boy and it felt like we wanted to move in a sexual direction, that I should let him play with my tits (I was well developed), give him a handjob or even a blowjob, anything to placate him and distract him from wanting to have sex. She even pointed out that being able to please a man was a useful skill for a woman to possess, it could be used to manipulate them if needed.

This had semi-negative unintended consequences. At the time I took my mom’s suggestions to mean that I should satisfy boy’s sexual advances, so it quickly got around that if a guy asked me out I was pretty much a sure thing to jerk them off or blow them. Naturally I liked the attention, and I figured it was all acceptable. I began to “hang out” with boys after school where I was servicing 4 or 5 at a time. My reputation eventually made its way to some grown men, usually the fathers of my friends. They’d use some cheesy compliments about how pretty I was and say that I was turning them on so much, then they’d either place my hand on their bulge or they’d pull their dick out and ask if I could take care of it for them, which of course I would. By the time I left for college there was hardly a cock in my town that I hadn’t made cum. But I was still a virgin.

Dan was eventually my first, and ONLY, sexual partner. I never dated anyone else in college, and that promiscuous side of me was over. I got pregnant our first year together (to my mother’s delight), and had an extravagant, albeit hasty wedding. Shortly after, I gave birth to our son, Andrew. We were thrilled, it seemed like truly perfect timing as Dan finished med school and took up a prestigious residency right before the birth… but then barely a month after Andrew was born, I found out we were pregnant again, and this time it was twins! So 9 months later, after having been together less than 2 years, we were a family of 5, newlyweds with Irish triplets! The twins were boys as well, Bobby and Carl.

It was all very exciting, our families were ecstatic, and we began looking at nice homes in the city near Dan’s work. Everyone told me I was living the dream, but here I was, married, a stay at home mother of three, who had only ever slept with one man.. Really only ever been in a relationship with one man, never enjoyed the college experience, and had to drop out.. All before I was 21.

16 years later… 2020

My life has been fairly picture perfect. I let go of the longing for what my life could have been and embraced what it was. Dan was a very successful doctor and wonderful provider. We had a magnificent home, took luxury vacations, and I never wanted for anything. He was also a great father, he loved the boys and never neglected them. The boys were well behaved, did very well in school and extracurricular activities and made us proud. We were a very happy family. Dan was a good husband, never raised a hand to me, and treated me like a partner, he loved me very much, and I him… but our lovemaking was rather vanilla… He was a good lover, and could make me climax.. But he worked hard and crazy hours, came home tired, and tried to give his family his attention, so by the end of the night he rarely wanted sex.. He didn’t even like getting head, he never had, thought it was kinda gross, the slurping sounds, the idea of his genitalia in his wife’s mouth, the same mouth that would eventually kiss him.. And forget about cumming in it, I had no problem swallowing, but he thought the whole act was disgusting. But worse, we would regularly go several weeks without having sex… On top of that, the rest of my life was equally bland. I was a home maker, I spent my days cooking or cleaning.. We had a large home, and I had a maid that came a couple times a week to help with certain chores, but I still had quite a list of my own. My only “friends” were other parents, and we only saw each other when our kids were together. That and my husband’s colleagues and their spouses, but those were forced friendships and we only saw each other so often. It was all very lonely.

I masturbated a lot, watching porn, seeing these men TAKE the women and have their way with them. I fantasized about having an affair, something illicit and scandalous.. The more taboo the better. With a delivery man, or one of my son’s teachers, maybe the father of one of their friends.. I imagined sleeping with Dan’s brother, and even his father.. Neither of whom were attractive, but the forbidden nature made it very appealing.. Alas it was all just fantasy. Whenever a man would deliver a package I’d feel my snatch begin to part and I’d have to bite my lip to keep from asking him to come inside and Fuck me, or offer to tip him by sucking his prick. But I’d never do it. My family was too important to me, I couldn’t live without them, or knowing that I’d hurt or embarrassed them. I’d heard of several people in our social circle that had been caught, it was always the other person who let it out, the mistresses had nothing to lose and often did it as blackmail, or revenge when the adulterer refused to leave their spouse. I’d seen it destroy families, and taking care of my boys was my priority.

March of 2020 came, and with it pandemic. Schools were closed, a Quarantine was issued along with a stay at home order. One day my husband left for work early and by that evening he called to say that he wasn’t coming home. Many Healthcare professionals were getting hotel rooms and staying away from their families, not wanting to risk bringing the virus into their homes. So suddenly I found my boys and I trapped in our own home. Dan was worried and told us not to leave for anything. We had all our groceries dropped off at the front door, and I cleaned everything with disinfectant. The maid could no longer come over, I took over all the household chores, which were magnified by my sons being home full time. I now had three teenage boys to feed three times a day, but really it was more like thirty with all the “I’m hungry, what snacks do we have?”.. I was putting in grocery orders daily! With them home all day, their rooms, the bathrooms, the entire house was a constant mess! At first I told myself that during quarantine I could go without cleaning every day, but once I let it go a few days, it was impossible to catch up, with the piles of dishes, clothes, and various types of toys and trash.

The boys had to do distance learning, but it was a joke, watch a few video lectures and do a couple assignments and they were done for the day. After a couple weeks the schools weren’t even keeping track of which students were participating and the system went away. Leaving my kids with nothing to do, and unable to leave the house. They went from having a day that consisted of 8 hours of school followed by a couple hours of extracurriculars, then homework, then some personal time like playing video games or whatever, and dinner and family time with my husband and I, then a little tv and off to bed…. To NOW having a day that let them sleep in, wake up, eat, sit around, eat, play video games, eat, sit around, eat, and go to bed late because they slept in. I used to keep a nice home, cook nice meals, have the personal time to close my eyes and diddle myself a few times a day, and look forward to when a my family came home… NOW the house is a mess yet I’m constantly cleaning, all we seem to eat is Mac and cheese, and I’m lucky if I can pee without one of them knocking on the door to ask for something!

On top of that they’d began fighting with each other. Some of it was just rough housing which was understandable, brothers close in age, bored out of their minds and stuck with each other 24/7.. But some was just them being brats! Not wanting to share something, or mad that the other ate the last something. They were hitting, wrestling, yelling, cursing, knocking things over, and then complaining to me about it! I would scold them, it would stop, but within minutes they’d be at it again. I spoke with my husband on the phone as often as I could, I just needed to hear another adult voice, but he couldn’t really do anything but listen. I joked that the only times any of them were being good was when they were locked in their separate rooms obviously jerking off.