The Mutually Beneficial Affair

My sister and I both started having extramarital affairs about the same time. She was 31, me 28. Misha had been married 8 years; I’d been married six. It all started when I was talking to my sister at her birthday party.

Misha just turned 31, had three kids, and a husband that works far more than he earns. She was telling me his boss was taking advantage of Bert’s work ethic, ‘do the job until it’s done’. I thought she was hinting for an influx of cash but I couldn’t help, not much anyway, “Ah, sorry Misha, I don’t have a lot of spare cash right now, with Connie furloughed.”

My sister looked at me surprised, “Oh, no, Pat, I didn’t mean it like that. We are fine that way, I just don’t like how he is with his boss more than me. I feel like an afterthought most of the time.”

I understood my sister, I’d also been feeling a bit lonesome lately. My wife Connie, was in a funk because she had lost her job and was too busy looking for another to enjoy the downtime. For her, the two kids and I were definitely second-string; she had been focused on herself for months. I tried to get her to understand she didn’t have to have a job just then, our budget was flexible, not too flexible, but enough she didn’t have to find work right away. I confessed to Misha, “Yeah, it’s been a while since Connie has looked at me as a lover too.”

Misha paused, she studied my eyes carefully then said, “I’ve been looking online, at a dating site Pat, a website where a woman can find a date once in a while.”

“A date? Online?”

My sister blossomed red, “I want to find someone to have an affair with, I’m spending too many nights with my own fingers, I want somebody else’s fingers in me.”

I stepped back and stared at my sister. She’s a married soccer mom, homemaker, housewife, devoted to living the American Dream. What the hell did she just say? “What?”

“I’m going to meet a man later today. Pat, I need to ask you a favor.”

Still dumbfounded I repeated, “What?”

“Can you go with me tonight, not really with me, but stay close in case this guy is not what he says he is? I’m kind of nervous.”

“Is this a date, are you going to fuck him?”

“Not a long date, we are still exploring possibilities.” She challenged me to say no more with her eyes as she continued, “But if there is a possibility, I’ll take it.”

“Okay Misha, how long? I need to tell Connie.”

Her eyes grew large with alarm, “What I just told you? God, don’t tell Connie!”

“No, not that, I’ll tell her I’m helping you so she won’t wonder where I am. And I promise, you told me in good faith, so I’ll keep the faith, and your secret. You can fuck your ass off and I won’t say a word, I won’t be judgmental, I won’t be critical; go for it. What do you want me to do?”

I stayed near Misha while she met with her online boyfriend. They sat and talked over drinks in a bar then he got up to go to the restroom. Misha hurried to where I was sitting, “I’m going with him Pat, you don’t have to wait anymore.”

“You’re going somewhere to screw him?”

My sister nodded, looked over her shoulder for him, she didn’t see him so she turned back to me, “I told you, I’m horny, I need to get laid. Go home, I’ll be fine.”

“Well, okay, if you’re sure, enjoy yourself,” I got up and left.

My sister said no more about her stepping out of her bedroom and I didn’t ask. I was curious for sure, and what she was doing caused me to begin thinking outside of my bedroom too. I mean I loved Connie, but I was getting a little tired of hearing her mourn her career. I wouldn’t mind some time in casual conversation with a woman so I went to Misha, “Hey, what was the website you used to meet your boyfriend?”

“Why?”

“Well, I think I would like to hook up with a woman who can hold a conversation without complaining ‘woe is me’, and ‘my life sucks’ every five minutes.”

“So, do you want a companion or just someone to fuck?”

I grinned at Misha, “How about a companion who fucks.”

Two weeks after sending out feelers on the dating site, I got an intriguing invitation to a chat room. The first chat started a daily session, sometimes as long as two hours. She and I both sent out feelers of intimacy, we both sent back ‘message received’. I went to my sister, “The same as we did, but you sit at my back and watch while I get acquainted with Carmen.”

“Carmen, her name is Carmen?”

Misha smiled when I offered, “Yeah, and if she is nice, and you are nicer, I’ll introduce you.”

Misha and her younger brother Pat carried on affairs for several months. Misha had problems with her first boyfriend and found another, Pat felt like his extramarital girlfriend, Carmen, was getting too clingy, she wanted to run away from her husband with him.