Chapter 11

Jackie laughed. “Oh, there were one or two awkward moments, but mom knew exactly what was happening. You don’t work your entire life in the airline industry without pretty much seeing it all ... and trying most of it.”

I guess it was my morning for shocked expressions, but that one literally left me speechless. Jackie had to put her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter, and she crossed the kitchen to lean up against me. She kissed my chin and looked up into my face.

“But the other relationship, well, that was a little harder core.” She said, playfully.

“Really? Do tell.” I said, putting my arms around her and just enjoying that – holding her close, feeling her body next to mine.

“The usual: wearing what I told her to, and taking off her clothes for me any time I told her to. Even in public. Servicing me when and where and how I wanted. Not cumming unless I gave her permission. Being tied down and teased. Oh, and spankings – very, very hard spankings.”

“So, that’s the usual?” I gulped. I couldn’t even imagine my Jackie in those situations. She had always been very enthusiastic when it came to sex, but she had never given me a hint about being anything like a dominatrix.

“Yep, pretty much,” she answered, kissing me on the chin again and then going in for a couple more kisses on the side of my neck.

“So, what, you just cracked your whip and ordered Delaney into our bed?” I asked. As surprising as things had turned out, there were still a couple of details left I wanted filled in.

She leaned back just a bit so she could look in my eyes. “Well, I was a bit more subtle than that,” she admitted. “I did a lot of thinking about us, and about Delaney, over the holidays. I really missed you – missed us, the way we used to be. And I decided that I missed being with other women. I wanted to do something to get it all back.

“After our talk that Friday I stayed in contact with Delaney. Like I said, she was still really hurting over losing her girlfriend and she needed somebody to talk to. Once we got past the awkwardness of the whole situation, she really opened up to me.

“Over the holidays we texted back and forth almost every day. That’s how I knew she would be around on the second and her parents would be away. Apparently they always go away for a couple of days at New Years, and since Delaney’s the only one still at home...

“Anyway, I asked her to pick me up at the airport so I could leave the car there for you. She was happy to oblige. You can tell she still feels very guilty about what happened. She was waiting for me when I came out with my suitcase, grabbed it from me and put it in the back of her mom’s SUV just like a valet.

“As soon as we got in the car and started driving, she asked me the typical questions. How was my holiday, how was the family, etc. We made small talk for a while, like old friends or something, and she even agreed to stop by the supermarket on the way home so I could stock the kitchen.

“Eventually I decided to just go for it. After we left the market and loaded the car, I told her how much I loved you and our life together, but I really missed one thing. When she asked me what that was, I told her that I missed being with girls.

“She got quiet very quickly. So, I told her all about my relationship with Sarah, my eighth-grade girlfriend, and how I felt when she moved away. I told her about some of the girlfriends I’d had since then. I told her that I didn’t regret a single moment of my life with you, and that I knew you were the one I wanted to spend the rest of that life with, but I also talked about how hard it was trying to be straight when I knew deep down that I was totally bi. Then I capped it off by telling her how much I regretted not getting into bed the two of you the day I walked in on you.”

“Oh my God,” was all I could respond. I couldn’t imagine having that conversation. Talk about putting it all out there! “What happened?”

“Well, she was quiet until we got back home. She drove up the driveway, stopped in front of the garage door while I got out and punched in the code, and then drove in when the door went up. She helped me carry the groceries in and I walked her back out to her car, but before she left I told her that I was sorry if I had made her uncomfortable. I also told her how much it meant to me that she had been willing to talk to me about what happened that day and how much I had enjoyed being able to text back and forth over the holidays.

“I said that it had been a very difficult few weeks for me, and that, ironically, I didn’t know how I would have gotten through it without her. Then I leaned in, kissed her on the cheek, and told her that if she didn’t want to spend the night alone all she had to do was come over anytime. Then I walked back through the garage and went into the house. She sat there the whole time until I shut the door behind me. Then she backed out, went down the driveway and drove home.”

I was utterly stunned. Not only that Jackie had laid it all on the line like that, but that she had simply walked away after the fact. “How long did it take her to come over?”