The Perfect Couple Pt. 1

(Author’s Note: Constructive critism only, please. Your proper help would make me better.)

My wife, Amy, always had been the submissive one in our sex life. In the outside world, we always have maintained a status of mutual respect and trust. We both had very strong opinions, and neither of us were hesitant to present our views to each other. But it was totally different in the bed.

Amy just melted as soon as it came to sex. I loved my wife, but unlike her being naturally submissive, I wasn’t naturally dominant, so I never had exploited her submissive nature. You could say I just “role-played” a dominant ass-spanking husband.

I never believed in cheating on my wife. It would be a simple waist of time for me. And with that gorgeous face, those D-cups boobies, and also that excellent personality of hers (I dig that, seriously), you would call me a total idiot to even think of some other woman.

I have been told I was not bad-looking. Frequent workout had booned me with a nice toned body. Amy had always been appreciative of my abs.

We lived in a sub-urb area of the town. Had a decent home, quiet neighborhood. Well mostly quiet, till, in the evening, when you would hear kids playing till just before the sun went down.

Kids, only one happiness that was missing in our almost perfect marriage. Amy had several miscarriages in five years of our marriage. Atlast, doctors said she would never be able to conceive. To say we were devastated would be understatement. Amy was thinking of adoption. We talked about it and decided to look into a orphanage.

We met kids there, played with them, gave them chocolates. After a long time I had seen such a smile on Amy’s beautiful face. I noticed that Amy had something on her mind.

We left the orphanage. As soon as we reached home Amy turned to me and said, “Richard, I have made a decision.”

“What, do you think we are ready for adoption?”, I asked.

“No, the exact opposite. I think we lack a lot of experience for parenting a child. Those kids have grown up. We never changed a little baby’s diaper, saw the baby learning to walk, taught the baby alphabet and so on. These are something a parent has to do and with that the parent also kinda grows with the child, adapting along with the baby.”

She continued as I listened, “Just imagine, if we adopt a five year old, it would feel abrupt.”

She did had a point. So I asked, “So, do you have some idea to solve this problem?”

“You remember Mrs. Freeman and her two little girls, they live down the street.” I nodded. “She had asked me on two occasions to babysit her girls, it was just luck that we had to go to one of your business parties on both nights, so I had to refuse.”

I instantly understood what was she trying to imply, “You want to start babysitting, like a side-job or something?” Amy gave me a grin. I had stolen her words from her mouth.

“To gain more experience with kids. Huh, how does it sounds? I would dedicate myself to this babysitting job for atleast a year or two. Just around our neighborhood, not very far. It would more easy for me, you know. I mean we both know we have so many kids here. I’m sure I would be needed quite frequently.”, she concluded.

“That’s a very brilliant idea Amy.” I said. We both had a great reputation in our neighborhood. Almost everyone considered us like their family. So we spread the word.

And just like Amy said, parents all around our neighborhood had started calling over Amy to babysit their kids.

It was a little tiring for Amy. I had been a successful business dealer, just like my Dad, and Amy chose to be a housewife, even with her Masters and Doctorate in the subject of History. She could’ve been a well-payed professor. When I asked, she said she just loved studying about history, but was not really keen to teach.

One of Amy’s frequent customer was Nicole, a single mother of a one-year old girl, Rachel. She was twenty-five, had a friendly face and lived just two blocks away. Amy told me that she had divorced her abusive husband. Rachel was the only thing her life that mattered now.

Gradually, Nicole, Amy and I had become quite close friends. She knew about our problem and was willing to help. She would bring Rachel with her to our home, hangout with us and then Amy and I would learn to take care of Rachel. This was so much fun. It felt like the missing puzzle piece in our marriage had now been found…


One of these our hangout evenings, after Nicole left, I looked over to Amy and noticed she looked tensed.

“Is there something wrong, darling?” I asked. She slowly turned her head towards me and looked into my eyes.

Oh, those beautiful green eyes. I just stared into those eyes, forgetting about everything else.

My breating got quite heavy. So did Amy’s. Her ample bosom rose and fell in her black T-shirt. I could see those perfect curves, reminding me how lucky I was to be with her.

Slowly our lips came closer.