Chapter 2

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.