Maisy's plan

Helen got over her jealousy after a morning with Maisy in the privacy of the bedroom. That is to say that Mike wasn’t allowed in but he did enjoy watching from his study.

Maisy and Helen talked as well as other things and the subject of what had happened between Mike and Maisy did come up. Helen came to realise that she was in fact selfish. Her jealousy wasn’t about Maisy and Mike having sex but was more to do with them not paying attention to her.

She would think about it a lot over the following days. It irked her that she should be so petty. She felt as though she should be fuming that her husband had slept with another woman but she understood that their relationship was now far from typical. At least if that had been the cause of her upset then she would have felt it was justified but wanting all the attention for herself just felt childish. After much deliberating she decided that she would just have to accept it as a personal flaw. A part of her felt she should work on it but the stronger part of her told her she was greedy and she should just get over it.

Things were quiet for a week or so. The session with Maisy had kept Helen satisfied for a while. Mike wondered how long it would be before she got the itch but fate intervened. Helen found him in his study and sat in the spare chair. “Maisy is away for a night tomorrow,” she said. “She was wondering if I wanted to go over and spend the night with Darren. What do you think?”

Mike blinked. “I’m not sure why you are asking me what I think?”

“Because I won’t be on camera.”

“Oh,” said Mike, realising what she meant. “Well, it’s not like you don’t do stuff at Kat’s house and the cameras are only recent,” he lied. “So it’s not like I wasn’t on board before I could watch.”

“So I can say yes?” she asked eagerly.

“Of course.”

Helen jumped up and came around the desk to kiss him. “I’m going to let her know and then call Darren.” She dashed off excitedly with her phone to her ear.

The day arrived and she packed a small overnight bag. “Darren’s really looking forward to this,” said Helen.

“Like you haven’t been unable to sit still since you called him,” said Mike, amused.

Helen wrapped herself around him, smiling sweetly up at him. “I just know that I’m going to get some absolutely mind-blowing sex.” She kissed him and headed for her car leaving Mike alone.

There was a certain tension to not being able to see what was happening but Mike was aware that she would be out of contact until the next day and from the sounds of it, not until mid-afternoon as Maisy wasn’t due back until dinner time.

He set about keeping himself busy and trying not to think too much about what Helen was doing. If he was going to wank himself dry again he would save it for those times that he really couldn’t help it. Work was his refuge from distracting thoughts and the cut and thrust of the stock markets were doing a good job of keeping him distracted. That was until he heard the doorbell.

He opened the door to find Maisy. She was looking very cute in her warm clothes, her cute face poking out from under a red knitted hat. “Hi,” she said, looking a little guilty.

It was cold with the door open so he said “Hi, come in.” Maisy came in and he took her coat before leading her through to the kitchen. “I thought you were away?” he asked as they walked.

Maisy sat at the kitchen table and Mike put the kettle on. “Ah, well, you see, I might have lied about that.”

“Maisy?” Mike said with an almost fatherly tone to his voice.

“I just wanted to give Helen an opportunity to get some time with Darren. He’s too dense to make the move on his own so I manufactured a situation,” said Maisy defensively.

“So what are you planning to do now you can’t go home?”

“I’m kind of doing it,” she said bashfully.

“Maisy, I don’t know about this.”

“Oh come on, it will be fun. I know neither of us is quite as rampant as Helen so I thought maybe we could go out somewhere. Hang out, just the two of us and then, well, I was hoping to stay over so it would be a shame not to do something.” Mike looked reticent. “What were you going to do, play on your computer all day? Jack off?”

She wasn’t wrong. Going out was probably a far healthier option than trying not to think about Helen and as he looked at Maisy’s eager face, he found himself wanting to spend time with her. He relented and they made plans over coffee.

As it was nearly lunchtime they decided it would be best to go out for lunch. Mike picked somewhere nice. He told himself he just fancied some quality food but deep down he knew he was trying to impress Maisy.

They talked about this and that. He always found conversation with Maisy to be very comfortable. It was probably because she was a natural storyteller. It was the same thing that Helen had been so drawn to her for.

After lunch, they walked through the park. Maisy held his arm as they walked. Soon she got chilly and she insisted on being cuddled instead of finding somewhere warm. Mike looked down at her as the petite young woman nuzzled her face into his chest. He wanted to kiss her so badly. His heart was beating hard as he struggled with his desire and his concerns over his growing feelings for her.

As they moved on Maisy asked, “What shall we do for dinner?”

“I was just going to have a microwave dinner but that was before I had company. We could get takeaway or there might be leftovers?”

Maisy wrinkled her button nose. “We already ate out. Why don’t we cook? Actually, I’ll rephrase that, why don’t I cook? Helen has warned me about your cooking.”

They headed to the supermarket and bought a few things. Maisy was gliding on the trolly every time she found a clear bit of isle. Mike was enamoured by her childish glee. Her tomfoolery continued in the car park. Mike put the bags in the back of the car as Maisy took the trolly to the pen. As she did, she crashed into the side and an elderly woman had a go at her.

Maisy jogged back and grabbed hold of Mike. “I got in trouble,” she said while giggling.

Mike laughed with her. “I love you,” he said.

Maisy’s giggling dried up and she looked unsure. “You do?” she asked with a look of disbelief.

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that,” said Mike, trying to turn away.

Maisy grabbed the lapel of his coat and pulled him back. “I love you too,” she said with a determined expression.

“I thought you might,” he said with a sad smile. “Maisy I just…”

“Don’t,” she said, putting her mitten on his lips. “I know you need to say more but let’s not do this here.

The car ride home was quiet and awkward. Mike ran through all the things he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her it was a mistake. That she should go. He would get her a hotel for the night and they would forget this ever happened. When he sat across from her at the kitchen table and she looked at him with her big, brown, pensive eyes. His resolve faded and he felt defeated.

“I think I know what you want to say,” said Maisy. “Let me tell you and you can tell me if I’m right or not.” Mike nodded. “You love me, you said as such and you know that I love you. However, you are married to Helen and she is your priority. Am I right?”

“Yeah,” said Mike solemnly. “That pretty much sums it up.”

“Should I go?”

Mike reached out his hand and Maisy took it. “When I’m not looking at you, I think that I should say that to you but when I see you I want you to stay but I feel selfish saying that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m telling you that I won’t leave Helen yet I’m telling you I want you to stay. I want my cake and I want to eat it too. You probably should go because I want you to stay. I’m selfish.”

“If me staying is selfish then I’m selfish too because I don’t want to go regardless of whether you want me or Helen.”

Mike rubbed his forehead with his free hand. “I don’t want to hurt Helen.”

“Believe it or not but neither do I. I love her too in a different way. It’s not like how I love you but I couldn’t do the stuff we do together if I didn’t feel a connection with her. That said, if hurting her meant I got to have you then I’d do it,” she said fiercely before her shoulders drooped and the fire in her eyes faded. “I know that if I did that I’d lose you both.”

“Where does Darren fit into all this?” Mike asked.

“He really doesn’t.” Maisy went quiet for a moment then said, “What would you do if Helen ran off with him? You must have thought about it.”

“I’d be heartbroken. Yes, I have thought about it. You don’t share your wife without the constant worry that she might see you for the loser that you are and go off with the man that gives her all the pleasure.” A thought occurred to him. It didn’t make him angry but he was curious to know. “Did you set up Helen with Darren so that she’d fall for him?”

Maisy looked down. She looked annoyed to have been caught in the act. “Yes,” she said curtly. “I can’t make them fall in love but I thought maybe she’d fall for him if they spent enough time together. Sorry,” she added quietly.

“I don’t blame you,” he said, stroking her dainty fingers with his thumb. “Maybe it would be for the best. Still, it would hurt.”

“I don’t want you to hurt.”

“What do we do Maisy?” Mike asked with a hint of despair in his voice.

“I’m not going to ask you to leave her. I’m not convinced I’d win that ultimatum.” They were quiet again. Maisy sighed and took on a matter of fact tone. “What I really want to do is cook dinner, cuddle on the sofa in front of the telly and then go to bed and have some really romantic sex. Our partners are fucking like rabbits only a short drive away. I may not be able to do more than that but I kind of feel fucking entitled to that much.”

Mike chuckled at her attitude.”I guess we should be entitled to a little something.”

“Right?” she said throwing up her spare arm in exasperation. “If I can’t have you then can we at least play pretend for a bit?”

Mike got up and pulled her up out of her seat. She wrapped her arms around him and looked up at him with a sad smile. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly. He pulled back and looked at her lovingly. “We had better get dinner on, darling.”

Maisy broke into a big wide grin. “I am going to cook you such a kick-ass dinner you will be begging to marry me instead.”