All summer long, Jules had taken his two children to the community pool. As one of the perks of suburban living, he and his family took advantage of the pool whenever possible. Their home was nestled on a tree-lined cul-de-sac just outside Baltimore where the summer temperatures routinely broke 90 degrees. His kids, like most normal kids, would spend all day at the pool if they could. They were aged 7 and 6, respectively and had turned into fairly competent swimmers this summer. Jules could now put his trust in lifeguards and indulge in some poolside lounging as the kids splashed about.
A freelance graphic artist, Jules worked from home in his studio. He was the "go to" designer for most of the tonier Baltimore advertising and design firms. Lucrative offers frequently came his way to sign on with these corporate concerns, but he much preferred the quality and pace of life which freelancing afforded him and his family.
He had met his wife Pat at design school in Rhode Island. She, on the other hand, was employed by the top design firm in Baltimore but did not mind the workload nor the long hours. Pat was a strong, type A personality and would not want to work in any other way. She was comfortable with one way of living, as long as it was her way. Jules was attractive, artistically gifted and easy-going. They seemed to complement one another.
After sixteen years of marriage to Jules, her career had become the central focus of her life. They (she really) had made the decision years ago to structure their work and family life in this way. Jules had felt Pat drifting from him and the children in the past couple of years, and had left sufficient enough clues to indicate a romantic dalliance with at least one client in Atlanta if not more. Still, their lives were full and for the most part they were contented with their situation.
Jules did the lion's share of the childcare duties, including frequent excursions to the pool. He would pack their lunch, towels, goggles, sunscreen and water toys. On occasion he might bring along his laptop to stay on top of a project, but he typically just tossed the New York Times into the pool bag for reading. Inevitably, Jules would be the only dad within sight at the pool, which teemed with young children and their stay-at-home moms. This being a rather wealthy community, Asian and Hispanic nannies were also in abundance.
Two new childcare providers had arrived at the pool earlier this summer. Two au pairs both came from Norway, and they were both smoking hot. As yummy as some of the mommies were in this neck of the woods, there was no way that they could compete with the freshness and innocence of these two young beauties.
The first was 5 foot 6 with long, whitish blonde hair and a slender, athletic build. Her thick eyebrows and long eyelashes were just as white as her silky hair. She always wore a white bikini, perhaps her only piece of swimwear. Her breasts were average in size, but always looked firm and perky. For a fair skinned person, she had developed a nice bronzed tan over the course of the summer that contrasted nicely with her white bikini.
The other au pair contrasted sharply with her friend. This one had to exceed Jules' height of 6' 1". Her legs went on forever. She was powerfully built, with broad shoulders and pronounced muscular definition in her legs and arms. Her breasts were in proportion to the rest of her body-large and extremely impressive. With her short, flaming red hair, she was definitely a head-turner. Freckles dotted her face and arms, and Jules could not help but notice small tufts of reddish-orange hair in her armpits whenever she raised an arm to stretch.
Jules had enjoyed this Nordic eye candy as they chatted to each other in their native tongue. They must be around 19 or 20, Jules thought when he first checked them out from across the pool. Their perfect, young bodies fueled many a fantasy in Jules' mind. He even drew up a pornographic charcoal sketch late one night in his studio depicting of a ménage a trois with them. He kept it locked in his bottom desk drawer, but pulled it out now and then to dabble with and fantasize.
Once a year, Pat took the kids for a holiday weekend visit to her parents' place in western Pennsylvania. Dan would typically take that time to play golf with his buddies, but they were all obligated elsewhere that weekend. Jules made an up excuse to Pat about needing to complete work on a project in order to avoid a dreaded trip to Podunk PA. at his in-laws. He soon found himself a temporary bachelor.
As their minivan left the driveway, he threw himself into some much neglected gardening and yard work. For most of a humid Saturday afternoon, he mowed, weeded and mulched his was around the property. Finished and thoroughly dripping with sweat, he threw his swimsuit into his gym bag and headed for the pool. He found himself a bit giddy about going there solo-something he had never the luxury of doing before.
The pool was crowded and very few lounge chairs remained at its perimeter. Scanning for the best location, he found a sole unoccupied chair. As luck would have it, it was situated in the sun right beside the sunglass-wearing au pairs. Jules dropped his towel and goggles onto the chair and peeled off his sweaty t-shirt. The au pairs turned their heads toward him as he did so and gave him a smile.
For a 47-year-old father of two, Jules had the body of a much younger man. Since design school, he had worked out religiously, resulting in a lean and sinewy physique. He still maintained a full head of dark blond hair with not a touch of gray. His closely cropped beard framed a rugged and tanned face. Wide-set steely blue eyes peered over a strong and masculine nose.
Jules returned the smile to them both, grabbed his goggles and found an open lane in the pool. After a solid 30 minutes of laps, he returned to his lounge chair, happy to see that the au pairs remained there chatting. Donning his sunglasses and reclining back, he listened to the gentle cadence of their conversation. He hadn't a clue what they were saying, but to him, their voices were as irresistible as their appearance.
Without warning and in perfect English, Dan heard the slender blonde ask, "Where are your children today?"
Dan sat up and explained his weekend situation to them both as they nodded and smiled. The blonde then countered, "We like seeing you here with your kids. You are the only dad that we see here, and we think that is adorable!" The big redhead just nodded in agreement, slowly removing her sunglasses to reveal luminous sapphire blue eyes.
The blonde then leaned closer to Jules and said quietly, "and she is ALWAYS happy to see you here!" as she nodded her head toward her friend. Jules blushed slightly at that comment, now grinning a wide and toothy smile. As the three of them launched into conversation, he learned that they were both 21 years old and from the same village in south Norway. They applied together as au pairs following graduation from the university in order to travel, make some money and hone their English speaking skills. The blonde introduced herself as Susanna. The redhead was named Margrethe by her parents, but went by Grethe to all who knew her.
Grethe clearly had a thing for Jules, as she was alternately twisting her short crimson locks and lifting her head to expose her neck to Dan as they spoke. Her deep blue eyes never left Jules' during their entire conversation. Jules caught onto her signals early and turned on his considerable charm with her. Susanna was not quite as interested in Jules as Grethe, but she did ask a great many questions of him, trying to see what makes him tick. The three of them reclined by the pool in this was for over an hour.
"You're not at all like the other American men we have met here", Susanna offered. "Most of them are rude and egotistical-especially our bosses. They work all day and take no interest in us whatsoever. They don't care what we do, as long as we take care of their children and keep their homes clean!"
"Well, I assure you both that I take great interest in you." Dan
replied, a hint of devilishness in his tone. "Plus, I will never ask you to watch my kids or clean my house!"
"You are so nice!" Grethe said, and then turned to Susanna saying a few words in Norwegian. With that, Jules watched them both rise and jump into the pool. It was now late afternoon, and the setting sun sparkled on the water. The air temperature had now dropped and a welcomed summer breeze whistled through the poolside trees. The two spoke together in the pool for about 10 minutes just out of earshot from Jules.
