I have been asked to tell a little bit more of our story by a few readers. It's pretty tangled after 10 years but here goes.
To say we lived completely happily ever after would be an overstatement. We did and are still doing pretty well. Like any relationship we have our rows and disagreements. We have the added burden of keeping what we do pretty quiet. Our relationship has remained a closely guarded secret. We have taken third parties to our bed sometime male and sometime female. None of these know about our past history and none are friends, they are people we either met the way you meet anyone for sex, pubs, bars, holidays and so forth or people we hired to please us. If Mary is having an affair with a woman or man then she and I remain a secret from them. I haven't felt the need for variety in that sense. I'm happy to fuck the occasional visitors to our bed. My primary relationship is with Mary and hers with me, she's younger and has needs I don't.
Of our family, one person knows and she won't be talking because she's in bed with us. Mary has a sister a couple of years younger which puts her at 32 now. She has two kids and until about 5 years ago had a husband. A messy divorce which saw custody split as is the increasing fashion meant that for a month at a time Kirsty was on her own. This turned out to be a recipe for disaster and she hit the bottle in a big way missing her kids while they were with their father. Bills got forgotten, jobs got lost and her life unraveled to an alarming point. Men would not stay more than one night because she got drunk and morose. We were becoming increasingly alarmed. Mary called around on her one day and had to use her key to get in. Kirsty was half naked in a pool of vomit, not breathing very well and stinking of booze. An ambulance was called and Kirsty was wheeled off to hospital.
There was a big mess to clean up and with no job and her rent behind we suggested she move out to the country and stay with us. Mary and I maintained a fiction of separate dwellings on the farm so when Kirsty arrived after a day or two drying out in hospital we put her up in Mary's little place and Mary said she'd 'sleep on my sofa". Our life continued uninterrupted but for us being a little bit careful about showing too much affection.