Jade’s Bar Adventure: Epilogue

[BDJ]

This is the conclusion to my first posting; Jade’s Bar Adventure. This one inhabits, almost entirely, the realm of fantasy. I’ve found these narratives initially write themselves but require endless revisions to complete. And while I have tried to integrate pertinent facts from the first story into the introductory paragraphs I think it would be more enjoyable if the first part is read before this one.

Once again, I appreciate feedback. Now I present this latest effort for your perusal.

Jade’s Bar Adventure: Epilogue

Our vacation had certainly taken a turn, I thought, as I watched my young wife and her new inamorato disappear through the bar’s open door, heading for his lodgings. I was still reeling from the events of the evening. Seeing our game of seduction go so horribly wrong when Jade had succumbed to the advances of a man in his fifties had been unsettling, but also extremely provocative. My mind played an endless loop of her orgasming on his fingers in the crowded room.

Like a junkie looking for his next fix I couldn’t let my erotic high go, so I followed them. I spotted the loving couple slowly walking toward the imposing building where Jade would soon become his inamorata. They were still arm-in-arm and seemed oblivious to the other people around them. That gave me an unpleasant shock; seeing my wife being so familiar with a stranger on the crowded boulevard. Then I realized his hand was still on her ass, idly fondling it. She’d never let me cop a feel of her like that when we were out and about, I angrily thought. Every time I tried she had slapped my hand away, saying it embarrassed her. But here she was, letting him caress her derrière on a sidewalk full of people.

That was upsetting enough, but the final insult occurred when they reached the hotel. The structure, having been built in an earlier era, showed its status by sporting a wide, covered portico and a waiting doorman. Right before they reached the large brass entry doors Jeff released Jade from his side and turned her to face him. He gently caressed her arm as he spoke, seemingly holding her in thrall with his intense gaze. Jade looked at him for a long time then said something that caused him to pull her tightly against him. She responded by wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. I couldn’t believe it. I fumed at seeing her do that. All the frustration from the past few hours came boiling to the surface in that instant. It was so unfair, I thought, seeing her with him like that, right…out…in…public.

Later I discovered he was asking if she still wanted to go through with it, reminding her if she said yes again he would expect her to become a complete submissive until his sexual needs were sated. Though the idea filled her with trepidation, she still wanted to experience it. That was what she had just told him when I saw them get carried away in the moment.

My emotions launched themselves on a rollercoaster ride watching that scene. Jade had truly changed from my innocent little ingénue, I thought, when I could finally think straight. She had, just that night and in the seeming blink of and eye, become unrecognizable when she made the decision to cast aside our marriage vows and to give herself to a complete stranger.

I felt angry, helpless, alone, and…aroused.

Three sleepless nights later I got the summons from Jeff to retrieve Jade. There wasn’t much time left in our vacation and I wondered how it would be spent. As I walked the halls of the old hotel I realized it had the same kind of haughty air about it I had come to associate with the man who had convinced my wife to abandon me. I was surprised to find an open door. Upon entering I saw the two of them together, in close conversation, smiling. It was, to me, an oddly erotic scene. Their seeming relaxed pose was in direct juxtaposition to the rumpled, king-sized bed they were standing beside. I couldn’t help but envision them entangled in its covers; Jade on her back with him atop her slender form, her arms clasped around his shoulders, ankles hooked across his ass, wantonly welcoming him. And I could almost hear the cadenced music of protesting bed springs as he relentlessly plowed into her, trying to get deeper inside her pussy with each powerful thrust.

I was brought back to reality when Jade asked me to close the door. She was still dressed in her red blouse and skirt, only now her hair was down. I noticed she looked tired, but she also had a glow about her that I had seen only once before; immediately after she had spent half the night with my best friend engaged in fervid sex. As I crossed the room I noticed Jeff put his arm around her waist. He still thinks she’s his, I thought. We shook hands like gentlemen and I gave him his watch, then asked if she was ready. “Yes,” she replied as she gave me a large bag to carry. “Could you wait a minute,” she asked sweetly, “while I say goodbye?” I just nodded, thinking, what else could I do? She looked up at him lovingly, then put her arms around his neck and gave him a long, decidedly passionate, kiss. Jeff’s hands slid down over her buttocks to the hem of her short skirt. When the kiss ended he looked at me, then deliberately raised it up around her waist, exposing her naked round ass. While Jade didn’t protest this action, it had an immediate effect on me. “I’ll fondly remember our time together,” she said affectionately as she disentangled herself from his grip, “especially this.” She emphasized “this” by reaching over and gently grasping his manhood through his pants, then caressing the impressive bulge she found there.

When she decided she’d created enough mischief she released him, then indicated she was now ready to leave. I was dumfounded and unable to speak; but the long snake outlined in my pants did it for me. Jeff, seeing my condition, gave me a knowing smirk. Then he pulled Jade back and whispered something in her ear. She looked at him and paused before shaking her head, silently saying “no.” He just stared at her intently without responding. I wondered what was going on but didn’t try to interfere. Jade’s decision seemed to be in conflict with his desire. Then Jeff lifted her chin and gently kissed her. “Do it,” he said in a quiet but firm voice. She heaved a sigh of resignation and turned to me. Looking almost embarrassed, she asked, “Could you wait a few minutes more, dear?” I gave her a questioning look. “Please?” she pleaded, her eyes showing the depth of her need.

When I nodded “yes” she gave me a grateful look, then sank to her knees in front of him, unzipped his trousers and pulled them down along with his underwear. For the first time I saw the cock that had conquered her. It was considerably shorter than my nine inches but much fatter, so much so she had to stretch wide to get the head past her lips. I watched, mesmerized, as she stroked the shaft while using her tongue on the sensitive spot just beneath the helmet. Jade sighed with pleasure as she moved to encase one of his large balls in her mouth. It was something I had seldom experienced from her. For us, oral sex was brief and always a prelude to intercourse. But this seemed a tribute, something lovingly performed for the man who had taken her heart as well as her body.

So for long, tortured minutes I watched my wife bring another man to climax with her mouth. She got so fully into it I don’t think she even knew I was there. Grasping the bulbous head, she repeatedly used her tongue to travel up and down his shaft, even gently licking his balls. When he began breathing heavily and clutched her head, she didn’t hesitate, but opened her mouth wide, eagerly accepting the thick shaft. Nor did she back off when he fucked her face, making her choke when his cock sought to enter her throat. Finally, at the moment he threw his head back in release and ejaculated, she didn’t pull away but instead tightened her lips around the mushroom shaped head and eagerly accepted every drop of his semen. When he was finished, Jeff released his grip and looked down at her, then said, the second time within a few minutes, “Do it.” Without hesitation she swallowed his seed, then looked up at him and smiled. I couldn’t believe my eyes. It was something she had consistently refused me. So I was in a funk even before we finally reached the door and she paused, seemingly still reluctant to leave him. It only made matters worse.

We walked down the hall and rode the elevator in silence. I was caught up in processing what had just transpired and Jade, I guess, was still reliving her sensual goodbye to him. After we got inside our room I asked what was in the bag. “Oh,” she said, “just clothes Jeff bought me.”

“We need to talk,” I began, taking a somewhat rigid stance, “about what happened the other night and at his room just now. “What,” she sarcastically retorted, “didn’t you enjoy it? After all, isn’t that what you wanted, what you’ve been scheming to get me to do for so long? I thought turning into a slut would please you.” Deflated by her words, I sat down, shaking my head in surrender. “You’re right.” I replied, “On some level that is exactly how I wanted you to behave. And it was wrong of me to speak to you like that, but I’ve been scared while you were gone. I was afraid he would take you from me. Now I’m really worried I’ve lost you after seeing what you did with him tonight.”

She came over and sat on my lap. “You needn’t to be concerned. I still love you,” she said, affectionally mussing my hair and tenderly kissing me, “but you started something when you first encouraged me to have sex with another man. After being with Jeff, I’ve decided I like it. I really thought you’d enjoy me acting that way.”

I looked at my wife with a new appreciation. The old, innocent Jade was gone, I realized, never to return. I was reminded of what an old man had once told me; beware of what you want in life, he opined, you may get it. I also sensed our personal dynamics had shifted, at least in matters concerning sex, to her becoming the dominant partner. If we could remain co-equals in every other way, I decided, I could accept that.

But the changes weren’t bad, I realized, they just indicated a new partnership had been formed. And I liked my new wife. She was a better fit for me; a confident woman who had fully embraced her sexuality, but who would still rely on me for support. I kissed her, my cock swelling as I took her into my arms, intoxicated by the memory of her wantonly servicing Jeff’s manhood and drinking his cum.

“Do you want to go to bed and tell me about it,” I asked. Looking at me with smoldering eyes she answered, “I really want to but I don’t think my pussy will be ready again for at least a week.” Then she teased me by adding, “even for your little cock. But I’ll tell all I can remember now. Let’s save the details for another time,” she said, then mischievously smiled, “maybe we could even act out some of the things I did.”

I grinned at her, now even more aroused. She settled on the bed beside me and thought for a moment.

“When we got off the elevator at his floor he stopped me, telling me to strip. I responded, “Here?” He replied it was the chance of meeting someone that made it so exciting.That was when it hit me that this adventure might include more than just sex. So I walked down a long hallway, completely naked, fearful someone would see me. Thankfully we made it without incident, but he left the door open, further contributing to my angst. He had me stand before him while he exhaustively examined my body, running his hands over me and commenting on my physique. I didn’t think that was sexy at all. I was startled when he told me he didn’t like his women to have pubic hair. It was so humiliating perching on the bathroom counter with my legs spread while he shaved me. I thought after he finished he would let me down, but instead he began to rub my pussy with his fingers, saying I needed a reward for cooperating so well. I was just becoming really aroused when he lubricated my asshole and put his thumb in it. I gasped and tried to wiggle away. He told me to hold still. I was so intimidated by his tone of voice I immediately obeyed. In a minute it started to feel good again. By the time he stopped my pussy was so wet it was dripping.

I was almost lightheaded with anticipation, wondering what would come next, so I didn’t question him when he told me to go to the doorway and kneel. I waited while he stood in front of me and removed his penis and balls from his pants. I sighed happily. This was what I had been eagerly waiting for, I thought, as I gazed at his flaccid member. And I wasn’t disappointed. Even soft it looked enticing, even exotic; the stubby shaft was topped with a wide head, now peeping out from beneath a generous foreskin. I thoroughly enjoyed the task of making him hard; from the first moment it touched my lips until I settled back on my heels to observe the turgid shaft stretched toward me. Then I waited, looking up at him, eager now to be told what else to do.

But apparently I hadn’t adequately completed my last task because I was told to lick and suck his heavy balls until given permission to stop. I had forgotten about being next to an open door until I heard him say, “She has a beautiful ass, doesn’t she?” I turned to look and was startled to find an elderly gentleman, leaning on a cane, standing in the hall. I was so embarrassed! But it got even worse when Jeff instructed me to get up and turn around. I felt myself blush all over, helpless to hide from the old man’s gaze. Instead I was made to stand in front of him on suddenly shaky legs, my erect nipples belying the underlying excitement I felt. As if it couldn’t get any more demeaning, Jeff invited him in to examine my naked body. I closed my eyes, inwardly cringing as I awaited his touch. Soon I felt his fingers gently stroking my pussy lips, seeking my clit. I started when he found it. He played with my engorged nubbin, seemingly forever; his fingers stroking the hardened button until I had to open my eyes and grab his skinny frame to keep from toppling over. Jeff’s new friend just smiled and inserted an arthritic finger in my pussy, searching for my “G” spot. He stroked it with practiced ease, soon bringing me to the brink of an orgasm, only to stop, leaving me gasping for breath. He removed his fingers from my vagina, then politely said, “Thank you for the pleasure of your company, young lady, but I find I must go.” I looked at him agape as he walked away. My task master just seemed amused as I turned to him and forced my body against his. I wanted to be fucked in the worst way. He let me hump his leg for a moment before making me stop and close the door.

My next instruction was to strip him and make him hard again. Having my mouth on his cock just increased my arousal, so when he told me to get the lubricant from the bathroom I didn’t hesitate. I hoped this would lead to a satisfying romp on the rooms’ kingsized bed.

I was ordered to get on my hands and knees and back up to the beds’ edge. Finally, I thought, we’re going to have sex. When I felt the lubricant being applied instead to my anus I tensed up and told him to stop. He asked what part of submit did I not comprehend. Chagrined and almost crying, I apologized, telling him I was scared. He paused, breaking character long enough to reassure me, saying he had experience doing it and, if I trusted him, I would enjoy it very much.

It struck me in that moment I was going to give up my anal virginity to a total stranger.

Sighing, I reconciled myself to the inevitable. I trembled as he slowly inserted a finger into my puckered orifice. He waited for the discomfort to go away before adding another. When he had inserted three of them in my sphincter he pushed until they couldn’t go any deeper. When I was comfortable with their presence I breathed a sigh of relief. In a shaky voice told him I was ready. So, holding my breath I waited, expecting him to fuck me. Nothing happened. Jeff gently caressed my posterior, but that was all. I continued to wait. Soon my muscles rebelled against the strain and I began to relax. Even my asshole felt loose, now that it had accommodated his fingers for so long. Would he ever try, I wondered? I began to think he had lost his erection, that all this preparation had been for naught. I sighed.

Then he put his fat cock up my ass.

It happened so quickly my sphincter hadn’t had a chance to tighten up after he’d removed his fingers. Once the head was inside, he stopped and asked how it felt. It hurt, I told him, and stung, but it also felt really full. Again he was patient, waiting until I was ready to continue. When the pain subsided he began to gently stroke in and out. Used to it now, I told him to push it in farther, to hold me by the hips and fuck me. He didn’t disappoint. After he had applied more lube he began to thrust quite hard. I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Wonderful sensations enveloped me, causing erotic shocks to course through my body. Being screwed in my pussy had never felt like this. Soon after I had my first anal climax. By the time he filled me with his cum I was weak from multiple orgasms. The afterglow of them remained, suffused throughout my body, even beyond our long, sinuously shared shower.

It was when we were toweling off that he told me he would release me from my promise of submission if I wanted and he wouldn’t stop me from leaving. I looked startled and asked why. He explained that what was to come would be much more intense…and unusual. “I’m not masochistic,” he explained, “just different. In order for me to satisfy my rapacious appetite I’ve discovered I need a thoroughly uninhibited partner.” Getting a new conquest to totally submit, he explained, started it. Asking again before entering the hotel gave them a chance to back out. Still, he found, some women would later renege on their agreement when asked to do outrageous things. So he’d devised some tests to be sure. “You mean,” I asked, “you knew the elderly gentleman was going to appear while I was naked in the doorway?” He nodded, saying that when the doorman saw them hug he informed a long term tenant to stop by. I thought about my humiliation at being forced to submit, then my surprise at my aroused state when Jeff’s friend left. “Even making me have anal sex?” I asked. “Yes,” he said, “though I wasn’t sure I should. You are so small down there and you were so scared.” With that admission I knew he’d never expect me to do anything I couldn’t abide. “I don’t want to back out.” I said, “So, what’s next?” He pointed to his revived hard-on and said, “What do you think?” then picked me up and took me to his bed. Finally.
While I basked in the afterglow of having my pussy being properly introduced to Jeff’s cock he reminded me that submissiveness was a potent aphrodisiac for him and necessary for us to continue. I told him I liked him as an alpha male. We decided to stay in character all the time, even out in town.
So until you picked me up I was used to acquiescing to whatever he told me to do, no matter how uncomfortable or outrageous. Jade paused then, seeking to clarify her state of mind during that time. You can’t imagine what its like being with a man like that; Jeff was a satyr and I was his wench. He repeatedly fucked me to mind-blowing orgasms in a myriad of ways. And nothing was out of bounds. I even learned to climax from anilingus, while giving and receiving it. But what I loved most was having him stuff my rectum with anal beads, then having them pulled out during orgasm.

He had, she explained, an almost insatiable need for variety. “That led to some situations,” she said, “far outside my comfort zone.” For instance, once when waiting with other men while their wives tried on clothes, he opening the door to her dressing room to show her off. It took me by surprise. I was completely naked so I made an effort to hide my breasts and pussy as they ogled my body. He pulled me toward them, then commanded, “Bend over and spread your asscheeks…now!” And I did. It made me feel so venerable, posing that way, but it was also extremely erotic. The look on their faces, he told me afterwards, was priceless. We even screwed, in broad daylight, in the back of a taxi parked in an alley while the cabbie looked on. I had to stay naked as we drove back across town to our hotel. Finally he forcibly took me while I was half hanging out of our rooms’ open window, my hanging tits visible to all below. Later that same evening I found myself being fucked from behind, bent over the fire escapes’ frame, looking down on some late-night party goers passing by.

Doing all these things changed me; I was ready to be taken on the spur of the moment, anywhere. Just the sight of his cock was enough to make my pussy wet. Sometimes, while we fucked, his thick cock created a euphoric state so intense and long lasting it caused me to cum multiple times in rapid succession. But despite his dominance, Jeff was also sweet and considerate. He always made sure I was completely satisfied before he ejaculated; either in my mouth or pussy. Oh, except that one time in my rectum.

I felt my cock jump in my pants at that reminder. She gave me a bemused look and wiggled her butt on my lap, “Does that answer your question?” she asked, then added without pausing, “I am so grateful to you for not objecting when I decided to go with him.” Then she put her arms around me and lay her head on my chest.

We stayed like that for a long time, content to just hold each other. Then my legs started to go numb so I told her I was going to take a cold shower if we weren’t going to screw. It didn’t help. I couldn’t stop thinking about what she had done with him. The sex she described had been so over-the-top as to be hardly imaginable. As a result, I got a woody that kept me company until I realized no amount of cold water would quench it. When I returned she saw the state I was in and called me over to her. She got on her knees before taking my rigid pole in her waiting mouth. Then she began to pleasure me the same way I had seen her do Jeff. Also like him I could not resist holding her head in my hands and fucking her face. As a concession to my length I didn’t try to force it down her throat as he had. But it still felt wonderful and I knew she would let me continue to the end. In a moment I felt my balls tighten and my orgasm begin. She clamped her lips around the head of my cock as jet after jet filled her mouth. Without hesitation she swallowed my seed, then looked up at me and smiled, just as she had with him.

We talked more after that, me nude and her still fully clothed. She revealed what she thought were secrets, but after describing the events of the past week, I had already come to know. The big one was when she said, “I love you, and want you more than anyone else, but you’ll never be able to give me the kind of orgasms I had with Jeff.” She continued by telling me she didn’t think she’d be satisfied with limiting sex to just me anymore either. So we agreed to continue our game whenever possible, seeking out situations where Jade appeared both single and available. Both of us were comfortable with the possibility she would leave with someone new if I thought it was safe. I was so proud: my wife, the woman of my dreams, had turned into a femme fatale.

It was well past midnight when she got up and begun to undress. Fascinated, I watched as she faced away from me and unzipped, then dropped her skirt to the floor. God, I thought, she’s got such a great looking body. Since she wasn’t wearing panties I got an additional thrill when she bent over to remove her shoes. Seeing her like that reminded me that Jeff, not me, had been the first to claim that perfect ass. My cock started to rise at the thought. But he would not, I was now sure, be the last.

I could hardly wait.

[starman2]

Amazing love this story

[OOAA]

UFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF almost hotter the epilogue than the story itself

[Chrislydi]

This may be more fiction than fact but what an exciting escalation of that pivotal adventure it was. Discovering your writing feels as if a golden key has unlocked the door to reveal an erotic treasure trove, but I'm hoping I've only just scratched the surface of all the delights to come.

Please keep on writing, I'm a huge fan already.

[airhorn]

“I’m not masochistic,” he explained, “just different. In order for me to satisfy my rapacious appetite I’ve discovered I need a thoroughly uninhibited partner.”

I enjoyed reading this story.

You'd asked for feedback, I wonder if 'masochistic' was the word you meant to use. Usually that's used for someone submissive or who seeks out pain. I suspect you meant sadistic (possibly dominant, but I think it's clear this character is dominant, so I'm pretty sure that word wouldn't fit here).

[BDJ]

Thanks so much. It's not my thing so it slipped under the radar.

[BDJ]

Chrislydi,
I'm rereading the two Jade episodes and cannot believe how different in style and tone the next episode is from these two originals. All I think about in my spare time is how the story continues after this next episode; which is largely finished. Walking the dog has never been so much fun.

[Masterofnone1]

Well I’ll be darn. I’m not the only one with the name Jade

[Chrislydi]

Chrislydi,
I'm rereading the two Jade episodes and cannot believe how different in style and tone the next episode is from these two originals. All I think about in my spare time is how the story continues after this next episode; which is largely finished. Walking the dog has never been so much fun.

Now you really are upping the anticipation levels, no pressure then

I'm only joshing you a little, I'll be pleased to read whatever you have regardless, but you've set some high standards - enjoy taking 'Fido' for his walkies tonight.

[Chrislydi]

Chrislydi,
I'm rereading the two Jade episodes and cannot believe how different in style and tone the next episode is from these two originals. All I think about in my spare time is how the story continues after this next episode; which is largely finished. Walking the dog has never been so much fun.

I think you managed it and more! Walking the dog obviously inspires you!

I've got to congratulate you on a really impressive start, I'm sure you'll start having you're own little, or even large fan club soon.

Chris.