Jade: My Story

[BDJ]

I almost turned him down when he finally called and wasn’t sure I could hide my frustration when I heard his voice. After some meaningless chit-chat he casually mentioned he'd missed my company, then invited me over to hang out after he returned home from school. A part of me was so mad at him…didn’t he understand what he had put me through? But he was cool and casual—like we did this all the time and the idea had just popped into his head: wouldn’t it be nice to kill some time with Jade? I took a few deep breaths before answering. Damn him, I thought, I don’t need this, but the longer I heard his voice the weaker I became. I found myself mirroring his casual language and agreeing to ‘hang out.’

It happened on a day I was to teach an afternoon art theory class at the community college so Walker wouldn’t expect me to be home when he returned; later today because he had to be available to students after class. I dressed in a long denim dress with a red shirt underneath. A wide multi-hued sash that Walker had woven, worn low on my hips, completed my outfit. Because of my position today as a teacher I wore a bra and panties, albeit lacy ones. I really couldn’t read the man, he might only want to ‘hang out,’ so it was best to play it safe.

Just like the first time, I had butterflies in my stomach upon my arrival; his casual attitude on the phone had me tense, wondering what was supposed to happen. He was still in his school clothes when he opened the door—his demeanor giving no indication of our previous lusty liaison. After fixing us each a glass of sweet tea we sat together on the sofa—and looked through his sketchbooks, discussing the still lifes and nude studies he had done. I became convinced my only reason for being here was just to hang out; a way for him to relax with company after a stressful day of teaching. Finally, almost an hour into our endeavor, we closed the last portfolio—it had contained some pretty graphic images of him with, I had assumed, his ex-wife. He took my hand, leaned back and stared into space, then told me how his wife divorced him after he had been discovered screwing his model. “Marriage isn’t for me,” he said, “there’s just too many women like you around.”

With that startling admission he turned to me, took my other hand and twisted me so we were facing each other, holding me in his gaze. I didn’t know how to respond, totally confused now. I immediately wondered what kind of woman he thought I was—guessing we were back to me being easy—but this time I didn’t react. I was determined to get his cock—that was all that mattered. He must have picked up on that because his demeanor shifted and the gentle lover emerged. Enfolding me in his arms, he gave me the most tender and heartfelt kiss imaginable. I melted into him, happy my new lover wanted me again.

I was almost giddy as he led me to his bed. The pulled back coverlet was an indication he had planned for this all along. No sensuous strip this time, though I did turn my back to him as I pulled my lacy panties down to my ankles, fully aware of the view he was getting. His cock was already proudly upthrust before those ubiquitous tighty-whities fell to the floor. I wondered, just for an instant, why he didn’t give himself more freedom by wearing boxers. Walker hated the constriction of what he called man-panties. No matter, I concluded, it was what was in them that counted.

After we got on his bed I went down on him, giving him my best blow-job. He didn’t say a word, just looked at me from his vantage point, leaning against his pillows and headboard, legs apart as if inviting me to worship his balls too. His naked body looked so sexy I was wet after the first minute. In the past, when I was with a new lover, I had discovered arousal was often expressed in a variety of ways. His was to be perfectly still until his climax came upon him, then he let out a series of low grunts. I drank his semen eagerly, only spilling a few drops—to be quickly licked up where they had landed in his neatly trimmed pubic hair. After a moment of inactivity he took charge, pulling at me until I straddled his face, his hands cupping my asscheeks, displaying infinite patience as his talented tongue brought me to two crashing orgasms—the man could really eat pussy!.

He did let me recover, let us recover—me panting and happy; the shit-eating grin on my face a silent acknowledgement to his expertise. Eventually his hands began to roam, caressing my sensitive spots to prepare me for the feast I hoped was to come. When he deemed my body ready the forceful lover came out, manhandling me into his favorite position: on my back, legs up over his shoulders, my arms stretched out over my head, my long black hair a halo around my face. Eagerness showed on my countenance—I couldn’t wait for that bulbous head to penetrate me. That obvious need, so telling as he looked down on me—he saw the lust there—must have been what caused him to tease me. He brought me into contact with the tip of his spear, then moved it up and down through the inner folds of my labia, giving little thrusts, barely entering me, examining my face for the right amount of frustration before he went further. I waited for him as long as I could—hating and loving it. Finally I begged him to fuck me and that set him off.

Walker had spoiled me over the years, always trying not to hurt me with his cock. He sometimes did when he got too energetic—his long pole painful when he took me in a way that caused it to enter my cervix. Michael didn’t have that problem, but I was soon to find he was able to fuck me in other ways so hard it hurt.

The force of his first thrust into me did that. That skinny cock slammed into my vagina so hard I almost bit my tongue. It proved to be only the beginning. Short, quick thrusts followed, jackhammering into my sensitive receptacle. Michael was strong and had stamina, the result, I found out later, from summer work as a construction worker. He moved my body around or changed positions to get deeper in my willing hole, but he never stopped. Using me, bending my will, breaking me to his needs, was the way my new sex partner chose to make love to me. I panted and cried out in joy through it all—quick orgasms at first, making a staccato rhythm that reverberated through my senses—my pussy now the center of my universe. About halfway through our session he suddenly withdrew, flipped me onto my hands and knees, then started in on me again. I was almost overwhelmed with both pain and pleasure; the feel of his balls slapping my thighs, the sensations emulating from my pussy, both pulsating throughout my body, saturating my sensitive nerve endings. Then he gathered my hair in his hand and jerked my head back. I wailed in response—my neck stretched taunt—my mouth open, gasping for breath, helpless in his grip.

That new way of using me lasted for a long time, with intervals of respite when he let up from pulling my hair. It had an effect on me though, my mind in a turmoil as the signals from my battered pussy fought with those from my hair and neck. Right before I plateaued again he paused, released my hair, then withdrew; the emptiness in my pussy unexpected and unwanted. I felt his tongue worry the ring forming my rosebud opening. I tensed up, not knowing what was to come next. Then I felt him bury a saliva-laden thumb in my ass, a prelude to further assault. With the reintroduction of his cock the tempo changed, short strokes gone. Now my hips were pushed low so his cock was entering me at an extreme angle, and while only a few inches sawed into me in forceful bumps, that magnificent head made contact with my G-spot at the end of every thrust. I braced myself, hardly breathing as I focused on making sure it hit me again and again. Heat rapidly spread throughout my body, my heart racing wildly. With a repeated cry of ‘Jesus!!’ I started to violently jerk my head in all directions—my hair whipping back and forth as if caught in the middle of a dust devil. He kept on, ignoring and sustaining my climax. Time became irrelevant, only those explosive orgasms mattered. But then it ended, like the crescendo at the end of a powerfully sung aria he stopped suddenly, his organ buried as far as he could in my vagina—he began to grunt loudly—then I felt it—hot liquid splashing in me, filling me up. The glory of it consumed me, completed me--made me his. Released from his grip, I collapsed onto my elbows, my head hung low, unable to move; the sound of my orgasms trailing into silence.

A short time later the sweet, considerate lover was back, caressing my still upthrust butt, offering kisses to my posterior. “I love it,” I heard him say, “You’ve got the most fantastic ass, I can’t get enough of it.” I smiled, comforted, thinking that meant he’d want me back. He pulled me down close beside him and I fell into a light doze, now cradled comfortably in his arms.

I knew Walker would be waiting, worrying—and a cold supper on the table when I got home. It was after eight and I hadn’t called, not wanting to interrupt his classes. He was relieved when I entered the kitchen, but waited for me to explain myself. “What’s different about me?” I asked, taking him in my arms and pressing hard against him. He looked at me, baffled. I thought he’d notice my flatter chest…he didn’t. Stepping back, I took his hand and placed it down the front of my shirt, directly onto my bare breast, “Now do you know?” I said excitedly. It took a moment for it to register. “No bra…you were at Michael’s?” he responded, excitement in his voice. I just nodded my head vigorously, “He called me today and I went over after class,” I said. My husband wanted to take me to bed immediately but I pleaded until he acquiesced and we had supper. Afterwards he got to eat another creampie from my once-again sore pussy.

He was happy for me but concerned when I told him Michael hadn’t made any arrangements to see me in the future. “Looks like you got yourself into a quandary,” he said pensively. “Why do you say that?” I responded, not liking where this was going. “I think you’re just one of many, or maybe just a go-to when somebody else falls through.” I pulled myself up into a sitting position and folded my arms firmly across my chest before replying, “I think you’re wrong, he’s just busy and isn’t focused on sex every second of the day…like you.” That last little dig was to shut him up. It didn’t. He just turned on his side—facing away from me—then muttered, “Suit yourself.” The more I thought about it the more I hoped he was wrong.

After more than three weeks of waiting I swallowed my pride and called Michael, telling him I missed his company, that I wanted to ‘hang out’ with him again. He laughed, saying, “We do that so well, don’t we. Sure, come on over after school.” This time I was prepared, choosing something I thought sexy, though Walker said I couldn’t see clothes that way…it was why he’d always dressed me when I went out vamping. I settled on a ragged pair of Daisy Dukes, full of holes, and a thin, white sheer lace peasant top, pulling the sleeves down low on my arms; the neckline revealing a lot of cleavage. The bottom was cut high, almost like a tube-top, so some of my taunt tummy was on display. I counted on my nipples already being stiff and protruding before he opened the door.

My pussy was sore—such a delicious feeling—and I was tired on the drive home from Michael’s little house after hours of my own brand of persuasion. As I anticipated, he’d had a positive impression of my outfit. I didn’t waste any time but dropped to my knees in the open doorway and sucked his cock with all the skill I possessed. It didn’t take long before I was swallowing his cum, my nose pressing against his groin, his strong hands firmly on the back of my head—holding my breath while that fat cock-head gave forth its essence directly down my throat.

But what surprised me was how we spent our time afterwards: drinking sweet tea, talking like we were old friends—it was magical. By the time he took me to his bed I felt like we were completely tuned in—and turned-on—to each other. I eagerly gave myself up, reveling at being thrown about and roughly used, soaring to new heights on his cock, reminiscent of those times with Stew, Jeff, and Stretch. When I left his house to travel the country roads back to home and husband, I had a date with him to an art opening in the big city later in the month…for the whole day.

[Johng1953]

This is definitely becoming a lot more than just a casual sexual fling though there are still elements of the intense physical experiences in Jade's past that caused her so often to lose herself totally in the experience.
I wonder when Walker will begin to have concerns? He already seems to realise this is something different I think.

[BDJ]

Johng1953,

Never discount the ability of a man to miss the signals his spouse is giving out if what is happening is sexually stimulating...to him. Blindness to it was unconsciously chosen, I think.

[Chrislydi]

My own wife Cath gives me a far better understanding when I read of our mutual heroine Jade, as Jade really is such a marvellously sexual woman in the very prime of her life as we reach this stage in her story. I suppose you could split her life into two distrinct sections atm, one where things are going swimmingly well and the other where there is perhaps a little less certainty and a little more doubt were far more care may be needed, namely her professional and private lives.

Jade is professionally now quite distinguished, setting and meetimg the highest standards that she's set for herself having alresdy made her mark, her name is now very well known and her reputation for top class sculpture spreading, she's already been recognised many times over as a sculptor of real talent and a true artist of some distinction. It's not everyone who is commissioned to sculpt for public display in important civic spaces both at home and abroad, her reputation is spreading and she's now passing on her skills to the next generation.

The area where there's less certainty and recently a little more mist and fog obscuring the way, is of course her private and very sexual life. Marital rumblings and maybe even doubts have surfaced relatively recently, but there is still a great love and bond between her loyal husband Walker and herself and that's unbroken. It's been largely to satisfy her husband's cravings that her search for a new man was started to help her reach those magical heights of sexual fulfilment and contentment, and after a few false starts it has brought her to Michael. Michael has proved himself a real sexual firecracker, a superb master of both psychology and technique, the type of fucking and even connection that Jade has both hoped for and lusted after, and the type of man for Jade that Walker himself has always wanted. At this point then it's important to recognize that Walker himself is as delighted as Jade as to the apparent success over their first coupling and anxious that they should continue their liaison with a more regular timetable of continued meetings.

Now we enter the interesting stage the game of cat and mouse, denial and acceptance, doubt and longing, the periods of Michael's apparent disinterest and Jade's desperate longing. Is Michael a chess grandmaster of strategy or just stupid enough to miss an open goal? The tension becomes palpable. in the end though we see the endgame starting to be revealed, is Michael reeling Jade in while Walker oblivious to the danger lusts after more of the same? Is checkmate really just a few moves away?

A superbly told story which is obviously very closely based on something very real. To express such complicated feelings and emotions, the longing and lust, versus the desperate frustration and doubt, while her husband is both enraptured and turned on beyond belief by the scenario, takes a man who had his finger right on the very pulse of events at the time, he's lived through the trauma and knows the inner turmoil, and of course no doubt hugely helped by the most detailed and accurate recollections of a truly wonderfully talented and sexually alive woman.

Jade is a woman who has few equals, she stands well above the crowd for her caring and generous character, has an abundance of talents in all areas while being as near to a sexual goddess as you are ever likely to find. How BDJ is managing to bring her to life so accurately and make this outstanding woman as real as can be, is a truly remarkable feat and an absolutely immense achievement.

Chris

[BDJ]

Chris,

You give me more credit than I think I deserve. I love your writing and the way the scene emerges through your flow of words and the resultant images. I never really asked you why you presented your story to us, in this forum. It was openly expressed, warts and all, for us to see. That is to your credit.

The difference between your experience and mine is that my wife wouldn't allow a forthright narrative, so I did what I was permitted to do. Fictionalized fact was as close as I could get to telling what happened to us. Now that we're in the end-run, as it were, I'm able to hue closer to the facts than before.

Jade is and has always been a complicated woman. I do see parallels to her in Cath: both strong, intelligent, and very sexual beings (even if not as fully expressed as some on this site.) Our story has been told here many times but perhaps not quite like I'm doing it.

I think both of us are lucky to married to such extraordinary women.

[BDJ]

A new facet to my life evolved after that weekend date. It was then we synced as a couple. I think Michael saw me in a new light: we’d connected in so many ways and had such fun together. I got the feeling I was well on my way to becoming his woman. So I wasn’t upset anymore with the long waits between visits to his little house. I knew he’d continue to want me, even if he didn’t call regularly. Now, instead of pining for him I’d just invite myself over. It always resulted in a good, hard fucking: I glowed for days afterward and my husband benefited. It was a win for everyone. At home, Walker and I settled into a predictable routine around visits to my lover. The anticipation when I’d tease him about how good Michael was going to screw me, him imagining all sorts of things while I was gone, then returning; sated but ready for my second cock of the day, the experience heightened by explicitly recounting the ways my lover used me. It became the primary catalyst for our sex anytime afterwards. I was reconnecting with my husband when that was becoming all too rare: his teaching and my work--that was what our life had became; companionship without much intimacy.

Then, when summer arrived and he had a break from school, Michael and I began doing things during the day while Walker was stuck at the college. One very special activity was an anniversary present to my loving husband. I commissioned Michael to do an erotic drawing of me; a fully reclining pose on his sofa with my backside facing him, clad only in a G-string. It took multiple settings over a couple of weeks until he was finally satisfied with the result—he said he was trying to perfectly capture my sensuous ass. Another reason it took so long were the interruptions. Michael kept getting turned-on and I’d find myself suddenly holding on to the sofa cushions for dear life while getting fucked from the rear—he really did like my derrière—then I’d have to let all that cum drain out before we could continue.

I kept those outings to myself—wanting the gift to be a surprise—but hesitated to tell Walker about all the other things I did with Michael, worried he might think I was spending too much time with a man we had begun to jokingly refer to as my boyfriend. As I grew closer to Michael, becoming more infatuated after each visit, I realized a bond was developing between us, different from the one I had with Walker. And it had begun to feel wrong telling him about what we did in bed. Gradually I limited what I told Walker about my time with my lover: I’d still let him use me but he quickly became aware my level of excitement wasn’t the same as it used to be. I never told him it was now turning me off and he never said anything; still getting aroused from the knowledge I was getting fucked by someone else—wanted to get fucked by Michael.

Then I found myself talking with Michael about issues I’d normally only tell my husband. It wasn’t like Walker was paying much attention to me anymore. He had withdrawn a little after I’d stopped discussing my trips to see my lover—the ones he knew about. At that point I really didn’t care. Then after he became department head his responsibilities exploded and he didn’t seem to have a lot of time for anything else: his passion had become directed primarily toward his work. Over time it seemed that even sex had become secondary, so when I finally refused to let him use me after a visit to Michael’s, he accepted it without a lot of protest. It was like he knew everything had changed, that in order to keep getting his thrill from me going over there he couldn’t call me on it; that I’d get mad if he did. I don’t know, I might have. Avoiding a confrontation meant we were able to treat it as something I did and he enjoyed me doing, even if I wasn’t willing to use it as a catalyst for our lovemaking anymore.

My world had split in two: life with my husband—that comfortable existence, then being with Michael—brief, intense hours of sex and joy. I guess I should have recognized the signs, but I didn’t. I shouldn’t have been surprised that after the second anniversary of our relationship, I realized I had fallen in love with Michael.

Trying to wrap my mind around the ramifications of that got me pondering my life. Walker and I had been virgins when we got married and sex was fun, but neither of us really knew how to please the other. It was only after Stew screwed me that I grasped how good sex could be. Years of looking for what Walker couldn’t provide had left me unsatisfied with our lovemaking, even while our love for each other remained constant. I eventually came to the conclusion that perhaps it was possible to love two men in different ways—but equally. Maybe I could have them both. I decided to play the long game, giving in to my feelings for Michael while still honoring my commitment to my husband. After all, I had fallen in love with Stew and our marriage had survived. It hadn’t prevented me from having a good life with Walker; one based on mutual affection and respect. I hoped to someday convince Walker and Michael to meet and become friends— maybe even be comfortable enough to have a threesome.

That idea was dashed by an unexpected occurrence on one of my infrequent visits to my lover. It was on a Valentines Day date that Michael showed me a side of himself I couldn’t have imagined. The day was special—Walker and I used it as an opportunity to reaffirm our love and have sex afterwards. But I wanted to visit Michael first, so in an effort to get him comfortable with me putting my lover ahead of him, I encouraged him dress me. I promised that when I returned, freshly fucked and primed, we’d have our own passionate celebration, filled with all the details. Just like before. He accepted that, the old Walker back, as enthused over my desire to dress extra sexy for Michael as I was. The outfit he put together was made up of a red sleeveless deeply scooped-neck silky top without a bra and matching panties over my garter belt and hose. My white skirt barely covered my hose tops and garter straps. Walker thought Michael would like it and took photos as I dressed so he could masturbate while imaging what my lover and I were doing. When I saw myself in the mirror I realized I looked like a whore advertising her wares. It made me uneasy. This outfit was way to risqué to wear in public so I wore a long coat for the drive over to his house.

Michael met me at the door but didn’t seem to notice my special outfit after I dramatically removed my coat, which peeved me a little right off. I did a little twirl to get his attention and he stepped back, finally noticing my revealing outfit. “Nice,” he said, taking me in his arms. He focused on my breasts as he pulled down the blouses’ shoulder strap, exposing my erect nipple, then bent to gentle suckle it. I was instantly turned-on and put my hand on the back of his head, saying, “That feels sooo good.” We stayed like that for a minute as he continued to worship my tit, then finished by taking the erect nub between his teeth and pulling on it. “I want it,” I said breathlessly as I dropped to my knees, pulling on his belt, intent on getting his pants and underwear down. “Give it to me,” I pleaded when he made no move to assist me. He laughed as he stopped me, pulling me back to my feet before saying, “Later.” Kissing me lightly once more, he lead me into the living room—where I saw his visitors.

I was startled—really embarrassed—when I realized they had heard everything I’d said. The two men were were looking at me intently—looking at my chest. I glanced down, realized one of my breasts was still exposed and quickly covered myself. My lover was nonchalant; ignoring my embarrassment and exposure. He simply introduced me as a fellow artist come to visit for the afternoon. I tried to leave, telling him I would see him later, but he wouldn’t let me—telling me they wouldn’t be staying long. With a determined pull he guided me to the sofa, seating me close beside him, then put his arm around my shoulders. I was immediately aware that my short skirt had ridden up my thighs, my hose tops and garter belt on display. Because the room was so tiny and the way the chairs were positioned: opposite the sofa,—the two men were less than six feet away—there was no way to hide my pantie-clad pussy from their view.

They know I’m here to get fucked, I thought. That made me uncomfortable. It was surreal, being in the same room with strangers, aroused from the expectation of sex—now stymied. I tried to keep up with the conversation as they nonchalantly conversed, but was distracted when Michael’s arm moved down so his fingers were resting on my breast. He brushed them back and forth across my nipple, causing both to become hard, proudly showing themselves against the blouses’ silky fabric. It had to be apparent to my voyeurs I was getting turned on. I blushed, my face failing to conceal the effect of the tingling warmth now beginning to engulf me. Memories of being displayed this way at swinger parties flashed through my mind. But this was my boyfriend, not my husband. I couldn’t understand Michael—he’d always seemed possessive, yet, here he was, exposing me to his friends.

My arousal led me to respond to his hand’s stimulation in the only was I thought I could. I pulled him down for a kiss. He returned it, entangling his fingers in my long hair, caressing it. My heart started beating more rapidly. I pressed my mouth harder against his. When he put his hand on my thigh and moved it toward my crotch I spread my legs in anticipation. He pulled my panties aside and stroked my clit. I wanted him to take me right then—his friends forgotten.

Michael ignored them, enclosing me fully in his embrace, using his tongue to duel with mine, his fingers working their magic. My legs spread further apart—obscenely so. My arousal was stoked higher: the combination of his touch and being watched fueling my need until I crashed in front of them—my hips jerking on his fingers as the full power of my orgasm held me in its grip. I collapsed onto his chest when it was over, satisfied until I again became cognizant of our audience. By then I didn’t care. I remembered being fucked in front of other people. It hadn’t bothered me; was actually a turn-on. Still, this wasn’t a gathering of wife-swappers, and Michael didn’t know about that part of my life.

Conflicting emotions battled within me. I was embarrassed but still turned on. Boldly I looked over at them, then lowered my gaze to their crotches, observing two very erect penises pushing against their pants. That aroused me even more. I wanted Michael. I wanted them. Frustrated, I turned to him and demanded, “Are you going to get rid of your friends and fuck me or are you going to let them stay?” It startled him. I wasn’t sure what he had planned when he’d allowed them to visit—he knew I was coming—but now, as far as I was concerned, they could remain. I wasn’t in the mood to be embarrassed by our behavior anymore. With a jerk, I disentangled myself from his embrace and stood, turning to look at him, my legs spread apart, my hands on my hips. “What do you want?” I demanded. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I dressed special for you. Made myself look like a whore. Do you want me to act like one?” I flung my arm backward, stabbing the air in their direction. “You let them stay. What…do…you…want?” I was beginning to be royally pissed…and I do foolish things when I’m angry.

[Chrislydi]

Sometimes we can get completely false impressions from the very restrictions of telling about what took place over months and years all within a few paragraphs of text. There's a danger that a story of an evolving, gradual change is interpreted as something that was virtually overnight, abrupt, without warning signs, sudden, cruel and dramatic, a one hundred and eighty degree turn of events and the whole physical side of the marriage irreversibly shattered, changed beyond recognition when it was nothing of the sort.

I think by detailing the changes in Jade's affections for Michael, her need to see him and the gradual and more imperceptible restrictions imposed on the information she thought should be shared with Walker, BDJ gives far more value to the passage of time in the change in Jade's sexual interactions with her husband. It's accepted in a way because the steps are logical, avoid conflict for them both, while she can still satisfy her increasing need for the man she's starting to love more, albeit as she still tells herself, in a different way. Walker's promotion and increasing concentration on the accompanying larger workload almost just falls into line with her being able to continue her now set trajectory towards more time with Michael. There has been a gradual drift which has increased momentum, a pattern that's well established of physical and increasingly emotional love for Michael, while more in the way companionship and some rather stretched marital bonds with Walker. The former with Michael because of the nature of their meetings and it's concentration of connecting, sharing and lots of loving is rapidly gaining priority and precedence. The care and longer term affection for Walker is always there and shown more in how besides the sex life goes on as normal - but with that crucial element of extra excitement missing - it's still there but diminishing, Michael and Jade is for the two to share with the husband just having the knowledge she goes, nothing afterwards, not really. So denial or the reduction of their physical side is not done as an erotic turn on but more a symptom of a marriage in trouble and a crisis approaching. Noone should mistake this.

This rings some bells for us, as within any non submissive relationship, once one partner thinks the other is less entitled to know about another lover and the communication becomes restricted and less willingly given, when there's a new secrecy and lack of openness, the signs of the beginnings of the end are there. Sometimes as here, couples can almost fall into it rather accidentally, as it's easier and more convenient to not tell everything to not overcomplicate matters, why tell someone about what went on at some event they have no knowledge of anyway? Time can be a factor too, where what might have seemed so wrong months ago know seems far more right and common sensical. I know I've rambled but we just had to get thoughts written down and I might revisit this tomorrow and tighten it up.

Essentially it's the far slower passsge of time we need to be aware of, noone was totally at fault, it was a slower drift into what became the normal mode of living. An acceptance Jade would go to Michael increasingly for sexual gratification and that between her and Walker had at the same time become far more infrequent, less dependable andj far less satisfying, one relationship was clearly on the up and was now clearly eclipsing rather than enhancing the other. This wasn't s typical cuckold or hotwife type situation, as rather than strengthening the marital bond it was weakening it all the time by comparison. Jade's emotional bond with Michael was growing and it was he who she now told the little things she formerly shared with her husband, this is such an important point.

Finally it also shows just how alluringly sexual and
enchanting Jade is, she is now right at the height of her prime and virtually irresistible. Walker knows be can't upset her by calling her on her visits as like most husband's of hotwives he encouraged her so he's now absolutely powerless, even though it's now detrimental to their marriage. He's probably not even fully aware of the damaging effects or only in that he has to accept them without complaint. Sometimes unhelpful changes become accepted and become the norm over such a time, bad practice become a way of life which leads to an inevitable hidden trapdoor, until one day you realise it's all too late and you've fallen. It's sad in a way that when things are at there very worst, you've fallen through that trapdoor and everything gone, that it's only then that the shock and regret hit, the reality of the ready compliance and bad habits that became ingrained are now seen to have helped even led to your downfall, and the realisation that you're now so helpless sinks in. This life has risks and we should all remember that, and I very much include myself.

Chris

[BDJ]

Thank you Chris. The passage of time, of how it hid what was happening right under my nose, was the hardest concept to include. Still, it didn't feel like my marriage was in danger then. It was just the way it was. Producing art was then, as is now, the most important factor of Jade's life...and she was doing really well in that regard, so I was happy for her.

[Johng1953]

This is of course when this lifestyle becomes dangerous. A long term relationship where less is divulged and it seems less is asked and in fact intimacy between husband and wife diminishes. So far, to Jade's credit, whilst acknowledging she's actually in love with her boyfriend, she doesn't seem inclined to end her relationship with Walker.
Walker though, to me at least, seems to remain oblivious to the danger his marriage could be in and reacts predictably to the valentines date.
What happens does of course sound extremely exciting to me and as is BDJ's wont leaves us with a cliff hanger!
I wonder now if Walker will get his promised Valentines follow up and how he'll react if, as I think might well happen, he doesn't. At least not until a lot later than he's expecting!

[Johng1953]

Oh, and did Walker get his erotic drawing? Was it ever finished?

[BDJ]

Johng1953,
I could not, for the life of me, figure out how to insert that information into the story. Flow and connectivity is really important to me and I couldn't find a spot where it 'felt right' to include it. Yes, it was received, done in a deep gold line done on a vellum paper that isn't quite white. Quite impressive. Hangs above our brass bed to this day. The part about it getting interrupted was accurate...the man did love looking at (feeling, kissing, etc.) her ass. She felt it necessary to clean up afterwards so as to keep stains off his sofa.

Funny how memory works, isn't it. It was so long ago.

[Johng1953]

Johng1953,
I could not, for the life of me, figure out how to insert that information into the story. Flow and connectivity is really important to me and I couldn't find a spot where it 'felt right' to include it. Yes, it was received, done in a deep gold line done on a vellum paper that isn't quite white. Quite impressive. Hangs above our brass bed to this day. The part about it getting interrupted was accurate...the man did love looking at (feeling, kissing, etc.) her ass. She felt it necessary to clean up afterwards so as to keep stains off his sofa.

Funny how memory works, isn't it. It was so long ago.

Oh I can relate to that!
And I am really glad to hear you still have it and in pride of place.

[Chrislydi]

Thank you Chris. The passage of time, of how it hid what was happening right under my nose, was the hardest concept to include. Still, it didn't feel like my marriage was in danger then. It was just the way it was. Producing art was then, as is now, the most important factor of Jade's life...and she was doing really well in that regard, so I was happy for her.

Yes it's important to remember the majority of daily life isn't about sex, even if the reverberations of something wrong can echo through virtually the whole day anyway, maybe not so observably in that achievements at work are still strived for and success still attained, just as the routine is still just that, no it's more in the thoughts and prevailing mood where an infection can spread. It's also perhaps not so overwhelmingly sudden that it would even necessarily be noticed but more in a nagging feeling of uncertainty, of knowing this isn't quite right and it shouldn't be this way.

I did try to reference the now clear division of life where the marriage was now ok only in the sense that everyday life goes on, but that the developing problems didn't so obviously intrude on the vast majority of the day, at least not noticeably so, but the marriage shouldn't be all about routine or achieving aims at work but an increasing sharing, affection and bonding. The affection here is if anything decreasing, and the physical signs of bonding are disappearing while Jade is now sharing more with Michael, so yes perhaps slowly and almost imperceptibly things are getting worse generally too, not so obviously but they are all the same.

Chris

[BDJ]

Michael reacted to my outburst by responding in an almost deadpan voice, “I want them to stay,” then got up and took me by the hand, leading me to his bedroom like he had so many times before. My mind was in a whirl, my earlier arousal tugging with a reluctance to include these two men in what had been heretofore a private act: a physical expression of our love. Once I was beside the bed he took me in his arms and kissed me, whispering it would be O.K.—to let them watch. I raised my arms willingly when my blouse was pulled over my head, didn’t protest as my skirt was unzipped and dropped to my feet. It was surreal, knowing what was to come but not knowing—was I going to fuck just one man or all three of them. I knew what would happen if it had been Walker: an orgy of sharing. But my boyfriend didn’t give me any direction as to how to behave, so I let him do whatever he wanted.

It started out as a voyeuristic bonanza for them. I kept glancing in their direction as my panties joined my skirt, my ass on display to our guests. Now dressed in only garter-belt and hose—and seeing the looks of lust on their faces—I began to feel sexy, prompting me to step over and look them in the eyes as my small hand explored the bulges in their pants. My hard nipples and dripping pussy were a visual testament to my arousal; my desire to include them. But Michael pulled me away, drawing me to his bed, laying in his usual position before simply instructing me to suck him. I proceeded as I usually did, but teased them too; presenting my backside as I knelt to my task, hoping they liked the view of my puffy vaginal lips; wet with want. Michael, I noticed, was focused on our visitors; seeming interested in their reaction to me servicing him. All to soon I felt that familiar gush of liquid into my mouth, his past signal for a rest. But my state of mind had me open for more once I had dutifully swallowed his cum. When I saw them standing by the bed, cocks in hand, I decided to include them too, my mind associating their expectant stances with those I had fucked at swinger parties. Michael watched impassively as I crawled across the bed, nipples hard, ass swaying; prepared to service two very nice looking cocks, eager to have them double team me. I was in fact reaching for my first choice, my mouth already watering in anticipation, when I was interrupted by a slap on my ass. I looked over my shoulder at Michael, confused. “Show’s over,” I heard my boyfriend say. His gaze remained steady on his friends, continuing, “I’m the only one who gets to tap this pussy.” I stayed immobile—disappointed. This wasn’t what I wanted. I was smoldering—craving more—disappointed my blowjob wasn’t a prelude to the fun I was anticipating with his two friends: both possessing tools longer and fatter than him. I almost asked why not but didn’t when his eyes met mine and I saw their intent. Keep quiet seemed to be the message there. Then the moment passed, and they left, but not before cupping a breast and giving me a quick kiss as a goodbye. Now I lay beside him, my hand on his flaccid cock. “I would have,” I said, leaning my head on his chest, “if you’d wanted me too.” He pulled me up and kissed me lightly. “It was hot showing you off,” he replied, “but I’m not into that.”

Soon he was ready to go again and I breathed a sigh of relief I was going to get my usual long, hard fucking. He put me on all fours at the edge of the bed then stood behind me. I wiggled my rear suggestively—an enticing target for his lust. He prepared to mount me, grabbing my hips as he placed that oversized bulbous head firmly at my moist inner lips. Then, in one powerful thrust, he was fully embedded in my pussy, his hips slapping hard against my ass. It was all I could do to hang on as he used me frantically. A multitude of feelings, from pain to exquisite pleasure assaulted the nerves of my vagina as he used me to ride the emotional high inspired from letting his friends watch us. No endless fucking this time: it was over all too soon. And I had just been getting into it, my body starting to soar from the erotic sensations that broad head always produced. Now I was left hanging—unsatisfied. I turned around, ready to beg for more—my need so great. This was so different from our normal routine. He had always dominated me, used me so long I was exhausted—not this time—he had finished too fast. I pushed at him. “Lay down,” I said, the fire of arousal still in my eyes. “Please,” I begged when he failed to comply. He just stared at me for a moment, I think trying to determine my intent. His cock was beginning to droop—not what I wanted. With a shrug he did as I asked. Swinging my long hair to one side I swooped down on his cock and took it deep in my mouth. For minutes it was touch and go, but soon it began to revive. When it was hard again I mounted him cowgirl, my hips rapidly moving back and forth against his groin, working the head inside me as well as rubbing my clit against the roughness of his pubic hair. The longer I used him the more I wanted it. The minutes ticked by but I was in my zone, unaware. That was interrupted when I heard him say, “Damn, Jade, what did you do to me? It feels like I’ll stay hard forever.” I smiled at my lover, “I’m counting on it,” I replied, confident we were going to fuck for a long time—fuck my way. I closed my eyes, imagining past scenes like this when I was in control: it was like old times.

I was in a properly subservient position, though, when I suggested he spank me. Michael was fully zoned in on fucking my pussy with short, furious strokes. My head was resting on the mattress, arms stretched, clutching the sheets as his strong hands controlled my ass. He had fucked me into exhaustion and I was ready for the finish, but my boyfriend wasn’t showing any signs of stopping. I remembered how past lovers had reacted to slapping my butt. It had added the something they needed to push them over the top. I was the one who wanted it now: wanted also to get my boyfriend to reach his climax. “Michael,” I pleaded, “spank me.” He paused in mid-stroke. I looked back at him, adding, “It helps me cum.”

He just nodded, signaling an intent to comply. The first slap gave me a satisfying sting, the pain radiating out into my body. Again I heard the sharp thwack of his hand against the soft skin of my posterior, almost creating an echo in the small room. After that they were given at intervals, intensifying the effect of the short, hard strokes as his stiff cock sawed into me. The random pain was just what I needed. I started cumming, wailing as my release gripped me. “Oh, Michael, oh, Michael, I love it!” I shouted. That seemed to set him off and I was quickly flipped over on my back and mounted, my legs trapped between his shoulders and mine. I felt his hot breath as he lay atop me, his weight almost suffocating. His hands gripped the globes of my ass, then hard thrusting—a machine pistoning into me, mindless. Then he suddenly ended it: grunting as he ejaculated, his release sounding almost pathetic compared to my loud cries. I clutched his hairy back, made my hands into claws, marking him, so powerful was my orgasm. He collapsed on top of me, then his weight shifted as he propped on his elbows to kiss me. We smiled at each other. I got the feeling we had bonded a little more by the intensity of it all. It surely had been the most satisfying sex we’d ever had. We lay facing each other, each recognizing how special this fuck had been. I was sure it would form the foundation for a much deeper relationship.

A happy women; I fell asleep in his arms, not to wake until the day had already begun.

When I returned home late the next morning I was exhausted from too little rest. I hadn’t meant to stay over. But even though I had hurried, Walker had already gone to teach by the time I’d arrived. I knew I’d have some explaining to do that afternoon—he hadn’t gotten his special night with me.

[Johng1953]

So Walker was denied his promised Valentines date as I suggested before might be the case.
I wonder how Jade will try to explain her way out of it this time.
I also reread the part before this to refresh my aging and ailing memory and found it interesting that whilst Jade was the one keeping things from Walker and was increasingly distancing herself from him, she pretty much blamed him and his work for their increasing lack of intimacy. I suppose we all try to justify our actions in some way when we know deep down we're behaving badly.
Not that Walker's seeming indifference to what is happening helps of course, will he now begin to realise this time it's very different to before?

[BDJ]

Johng1953, that: "Not that Walker's seeming indifference to what is happening helps of course, will he now begin to realise this time it's very different to before?" will be addressed in the next chapter (thankfully the last one.) When I was writing this segment I asked my wife why she fell in love with him. She said she succumbed to his advances because I had stopped with the "sweet nothings" of affection toward her. I really was clueless, thinking: great, she's getting some serious fucking on the side. That's good for her and me. Did not know until later her true feelings toward him.

[Chrislydi]

Apologies for rambling, but written off the cuff and just in an effort to get our main thoughts down.

Johng1953, that: "Not that Walker's seeming indifference to what is happening helps of course, will he now begin to realise this time it's very different to before?" will be addressed in the next chapter (thankfully the last one.) When I was writing this segment I asked my wife why she fell in love with him. She said she succumbed to his advances because I had stopped with the "sweet nothings" of affection toward her. I really was clueless, thinking: great, she's getting some serious fucking on the side. That's good for her and me. Did not know until later her true feelings toward him.

To quote from BDJ

'I realized a bond was developing between us, different from the one I had with Walker. And it had begun to feel wrong telling him about what we did in bed. Gradually I limited what I told Walker about my time with my lover. I’d still let him use me but he quickly became aware my level of excitement wasn’t the same as it used to be. I never told him it was now turning me off and he never said anything; still getting aroused from the knowledge I was getting fucked by someone else—wanted to get fucked by Michael.

Then I found myself talking with Michael about issues I’d normally only tell my husband. It wasn’t like Walker was paying much attention to me anymore. He had withdrawn a little after I’d stopped discussing my trips to see Michael or at least the ones he knew about. At that point I really didn’t care. '

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Now it's rather elucidating when BDJ replies to Johng1953's post by saying his wife had told him the reason she succumbed to Michael's advances was because (Walker) had stopped with the "sweet nothings" of affection towards her, and this was of course best illustrated by reference to the previous chapter BDJ had given us a week or so ago.

So rather as Johng1953 had done before me, my wife Cath and I found it more than useful to reread the previous first half of the current episode to get a more rounded idea of the full context of the lead up, and to realise just how things had 'degenerated' or changed within the two relationships Jade was having with her husband and lover, how on earth had it got to this state of affairs?

Now I won't repeat my analysis of the drift of time but really it's quite essential to bear that in mind, how bad practice had become the accepted norm, and how for Jade two almost symbiotic relationships had been allowed to live side by side, possibly complimenting each other in the way they attendied to now what were quite different facets and separated parts of Jade's life. Her husband Walker having the far less sexy and exciting, if more comforting role of her anchor with all the attendant problems of finance, careers and a multitude of normal life problems, while her lover Michael's was filled with all the high exciting sex and thrills with not a care in sight to blacken his world or their outlook.

Is it any wonder then that in Jade's world, Michael's star was dedinitely rising just as surely as Waker's was definitely falling?

Now we look at the blocked parts highlighted in the reference to BDJ's first part, the thought that limiting information about the meetings and growing love for Michael was the right way as it was separate. That was a huge mistake of ommision that over time just became easier to live with and an accepted practice. Walker's subsequent career progression and the growing lack of attention (the sweet nothings) had brought about a 'don't care' contempt from Jade in satisfying Walkers needs too, so the statement 'At that point I really didn’t care. ' and then the withholding of her body following her visits to Michael became normal and felt right, if Walker had argued it could have led to trouble.

All this background is crucial to gaining the importance of the Valentine's Day occasion to Walker, it was a real romantic reconnection after allowing such drift, the fact that reclamation had not been so automatic recently, the fact that they had promised each other they would make love after their meal. Now for Jade at this point sex and excitement is synonymous and almost exclusively with Michael not Walker, and so her wish is to make love to Michael not Walker. She tries to get Walker to agree to her seeing Michael first by promising a return to full disclosure, a return to the good old days of why they started with Michael, their reclamation procedure back in place, full details while he gets excited in taking her back, just like before everything had drifted away so badly. - the secrecy by omission, the denial, the lack of affection, what had become the 'new' normal.

This is why it's important Jade returned. We do though now know how Jade in the heat of an orgasmic extravaganza can get carried away and lose track of time, or perhaps more accurately, stop caring about the track of time full stop, Stretch and his cohorts often had her in paroxysms of joy, the moment becomes all that matters now and forever, getting more of the same, the moment IS everything. To get completely lost in the moment is a very understandable human failing or even human nature, it's not intentional, it happens to all of us even the very best of us, it's not Jade's fault, she's only human and her path has led her here.

This is how we get here then, and although it's unfortunately been a sad comedy of an accumulation of errors, we can also see the progression has been understandable even predictable in a way, even if in the end so hugely regrettable. Jade's no show will likely leave Walker angry or crushed, but then we always have to forgive weaknesses and admit our own failings too. Whether Walker's fantasy of sharing can now be put as the root of everyone's failings is another question. Some on here would say yes, I tend to take the opposite view, but really it's not a blame game but more one of sadness for how things have been allowed to drift to here.

Was there ever a more cautionary tale about how denial, secrecy by omission, and the acceptance of easier to live with bad practice, can lead to inevitable problems with some hotwife relationships. For us personally, my wife and I, it mirrors a past time in our own relationship where secrecy, withholding information and especially denial undoubtedly played a real part in undermining it's very foundation too.

Chris

[BDJ]

Chris,
As in your case, of discussing with Cath that awful episode in your life, I spoke to my wife often and, under the guise of getting the story right, asked for those underlying emotions that we had left buried for all these many years. I have recounted the way a mutual endeavor (hooking up with Michael) became exciting, then routine, then a wedge between us. Our love didn't disappear, it just took third place in importance. We were always compatible, helpful even, to the needs of the other. I didn't know until recently that she would get so horny for him she'd call and invite herself over. First it was her need for that unique cock (and the way he used it) but then, over the years (and this is important) it became him too---his affection--that she craved.

Like your story and the one John Jasson is revealing to us, that drama is tempered with the knowledge we survived. But that, too, is a lesson to be learned from my story. And it was time, a long time, that was the deciding factor...giving love, and trust, a chance to reemerge in such a damaged relationship.

[Chrislydi]

Yes BDJ there's always the knowledge that your relationship proved the strongest of all in the end which says everything about the true foundations on which it was built.

I suppose I was trying to illustrate how the bright lights can sparkle for a time making those fading bulbs quite dark by comparison. It's an allegory perhaps on how Michael's seasonal sparkle burnt brightly and became everything for a time. However it's the longer lasting less garish light that stays the distance, and it's your relationship that proved the only house not built on sand.

Chris

[Johng1953]

I wish I was as literate as Chris. He says pretty much what I think most of the time with much more aplomb. Except for "Jade's no show will likely leave Walker angry or crushed, but then we always have to forgive weaknesses".
Of course, and no doubt Walker will cave but I believe at this time Walker will being weak if he forgives unconditionally.

[BDJ]

Johng1953,

My parents divorced after 26 years of marriage and five children. My mother left him as I started college. I told my then steady date that marriage was forever for me...no chance that, once committed, I'd wimp out on that sacred union. Don't know where this information fits into the story but it was one of the foundations, that I wouldn't ask for a divorce. And I didn't.

BDJ

[Johng1953]

Johng1953,

My parents divorced after 26 years of marriage and five children. My mother left him as I started college. I told my then steady date that marriage was forever for me...no chance that, once committed, I'd wimp out on that sacred union. Don't know where this information fits into the story but it was one of the foundations, that I wouldn't ask for a divorce. And I didn't.

BDJ

I'm sorry, I'm not suggesting that at all, but to simply accept the status quo would mean that could happen by default and against his wishes.
Plus of course we know this didn't happen because as you've told us this might be historical and fictionalised to some extent but is based on real life.

[BDJ]

Will answer tomorrow. You're good, though. I'll explain then.

[Chrislydi]

I wish I was as literate as Chris. He says pretty much what I think most of the time with much more aplomb. Except for "Jade's no show will likely leave Walker angry or crushed, but then we always have to forgive weaknesses".
Of course, and no doubt Walker will cave but I believe at this time Walker will being weak if he forgives unconditionally.

Your posts are often exactly the ones that I look to for a lead, as you can see the crux of the matter very quickly, while others can't see the wood for the tress.

Although I think the second part about our own failings is very important on the quote from mine.

'.....but then we always have to forgive weaknesses and admit our own failings too'

I want to make it absolutely clear that for me Jade is a really marvelously sensual woman who's caring, considerate and generous nature is at the heart of almost everything she does. As BDJ clarified, their love was always there and solid in the way they helped each other through the majority of everyday and all life's problems. This also perhaps showed that the most telling symptom of when the combined effects of everything slid towards problems in their relationship and gathered momentum, and that drift towards trouble had really started to get out of hand, was when that to a degree changed in nature. For me you could almost pinpoint the time period for real problems as that when Jade, perhaps starved of those sweet nothings from Walker, had instead started going to Michael rather than Walker for comfort and telling him of the emotional problems, exactly what had previously been Walker's territory, the visits being not all about the physical anymore but about the emotional side too. Again how this happened over a long time - the drift I talk about, is essential to recognise and put it coreectly into context. It was no overnight change but gradual over a long period of time, the creeping drift was normalised.

It's also useful to remember that Jade had had her full sexual awakening long ago from the very best teachers and has now needs and cravings which can't just be ignored. So while physical and emotional needs can sometimes be largely separated to an extent, it's hardly ever completely the case as the physical can and often does have a huge growing emotional side of its own attached too, and more especially if a new affair is prolonged. Jade though shows her generous and giving nature in every facet of her life and that includes her sexual life too, she is always wanting to please and use her great skill and learning to make it special and equally satisfying for both herself and her lovers. She's an absolutely remarkable woman and it's little wonder she and her lover can get carried away, absolutely give everything and then completely tired out, just fall asleep afterwards not by intention but with fatigue, in fact it's very understandable indeed.

It's when you consider how she was encouraged along this path every step of the way, that it's clear no real blame can be attached, and why it's a great comfort to know that the true loving couple of Jade and Walker survive and grow after they get through all of this. Time is on their side and the foundations of their relationship prove to be super strong, far too strong for even the most powerful of tests.

Chris

[BDJ]

JohnG and Chris,

A new day here and perhaps a clearer mind. I think, John, in bringing up Walker and what happens after the missed Valentine's Day tryst, you bring up a salient point: what was Walker's frame of mind during all this? Was he a wimp, weak accepting this slap in the face?

Perhaps a brief synopsis of the dynamics of our marriage might help. We both were inexperienced virgins when we married. My attitude about marriage was based on what I'd seen at home: strong father (in charge), compliant mother (accepting). My wife had a similar view from observing her parents. She had an accommodating personality, letting me take the lead in most things, giving way to my wants (always wanting to please) but fully enjoying the result. In this instance I'm sure I was upset but also remember she made it up to me with a hot and satisfying recounting of her adventure. I was a pushover for that. Did it make me weak by letting that placate me. Can't answer that, but do know that kink had a powerful influence on me and I was happy to go along since she had gotten fucked so well (another kink that knowing he could satisfy her better than me?). And by that time in the affair the dynamic had flipped in our relationship. She could take it or leave it regarding sex with me and I knew it. She acted confident, dressed sexy, and in the bedroom got what she wanted. It turned me on rather than put me off. Perhaps that was another of my kinks I discovered then. Anyway, we did things together, worked together on her artwork (I was necessary for the finishing process as she didn't/couldn't do it well), but in the bedroom she decided. I accepted that, glad to get some pussy.

This isn't the end of it. Compared to what has happened so far...well, I'll just say the next chapter's a doozy.