There was a loud rapping on the hotel door. “Claire, it’s me.”
My heart leaped. I opened the door and threw myself into his arms. There was a chance this thing was still going to be okay.
After Alvita had challenged me whether or not I loved her son, I’d been totally freaked out and unnerved. I’d had to get some space to pull myself together and get my head straight. Alvita’s simple four-word question, ‘Do you love Jason’, had forced out into the daylight a question that I’d been mentally avoiding for many weeks now.
The three of us in this happy little ménage à trois knew and were comfortable talking about some things, but this wasn’t one of them. We knew I loved my husband Neil, and he loved me. We knew Jason and me were close, and getting closer, and this was something my husband and I were okay with. Indeed, Neil with his voyeuristic love of watching us together admitted to a masochistic thrill from seeing that growing closeness between Jason and me.
But Alvita had asked a different question. She didn’t ask me if I was close to Jason. She asked me if I loved him. And if loved him, in the same way, he loved me. And this was a whole different ball game. Because. in one fell swoop, it put my husband and Jason in the same league. Maybe not at the same level in that league, but certainly in the same league.
In the last twenty-four years, I’d only ever told one man I loved him. And that was my wonderful husband Neil. A man who I’d loved enough to marry, spent my life with and raised a family with. And now Alvita was asking me if I felt the same way about Jason. Or would her son always come a distant second place to my husband and family? And that question scared me to death. Because there was an inconvenient truth I’d buried in a little corner in the very depths of my brain. And that inconvenient truth was that I did love Jason. And not only did I love him, but I was also in love with him, with those feelings of infatuation and excitement that set my pulse racing whenever I was with him or thought about him.
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I closed the door and hugged him once again. It felt so good to feel his arms around me, to enjoy that familiar smell of his hair and body. It made me feel safe and hopeful.
After Alvita’s heart-stopping question, I’d left her house in a confused panic. I’d booked myself into a nearby hotel and just stood on my room’s balcony staring out to sea for a good couple of hours. Trying to get my thoughts and feelings sorted out. And when I’d finally let that little thought locked in the back of my brain free – that I did love Jason – I knew I had to call my husband and have a very difficult conversation.
After we’d talked, he’d immediately jumped on a plane and made the four-hour flight from New York. And here he was, his arms wrapped around me so we could continue discussing where we were headed in our marriage.
For ages we were just happy to hold each other in our arms, getting comfort from this togetherness and closeness, knowing the conversation to come would be hard.
Neil was the first to speak. “I love you Claire, baby, and I always will. We’ll get through this honey.”
When we’d talked earlier, when I first told him, Neil said there was really only one question that was important and that scared him. Was I planning to leave him for Jason?
Yes, I loved Jason, but to me, that was a million miles from thinking about leaving Neil. Neil and the life and family we’d built was the bedrock of my life, of the very person I was. The thought of leaving Neil and that life had never entered my head.
When he understood this, Neil had become calmer and, with his own fears now under control, had been able to help me work through my own thoughts and feelings.
When we’d talked while Neil was waiting at JFK, he’d told me he wasn’t surprised we’d got to this point in our three-way relationship. He gently pointed out all three of us knew Jason and I were getting closer and closer with each passing week. Neil said it just seemed a matter of time before we faced the question of whether that closeness had gone so far that Jason and I loved each other.
Neil was right, it had just been a question of time. But I didn’t have the courage to tell him about that little voice I’d locked away in a box at the back of my mind. That deep down I’d known I was in love with Jason for several weeks now, but that I’d been too frightened to admit it to myself or anyone else.
Neil helped me to understand that the real heart of the matter wasn’t whether or not I loved Jason. No, the key thing was whether or not my feelings for Jason reduced my love for him. If the answer to this was ‘no’, that my love for Jason didn’t take away from my love for Neil, then he said we shouldn’t feel bad about how things had developed.
When I told him that over these last five months my love for him hadn’t shrunk, but had grown, my husband looked amazingly happy and gave me a smile I’ll remember to the day I die.
Neil said he’d been doing some reading up and he thought what we’d developed by accident was what people called a polyamorous lifestyle, where one partner was in love with two other people at the same time. He said it was different from a swinging or an open marriage, which was mainly sexual, as it involved love as well as sex.
He said it wasn’t a common lifestyle, but it wasn’t as uncommon as we might think, with there being various articles and websites dedicated to it on the web. Hearing this made me feel a little better about the emotionally confusing place the three of us had ended up in. I think it’s human nature to think you’re the only one experiencing a problem. But when you know you’re not alone, and that others are in the same difficult place, it makes you feel better about yourself and your problem. What is it they say? A trouble shared is a trouble halved.
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We’d talked about this while we’d waited for Neil’s flight, and here we now were, six hours later, lying together on a bed in my Jamaican hotel room.
As we looked into each others’ eyes, I asked him a question that had been nagging away at me ever since he’d told me he was okay with me love for Jason.
“Neil, darling, there’s one thing I don’t get. How come you’re not upset or angry about me being in love with Jason?”
My sweet husband chuckled to himself. “Because I have eyes, Claire. And because I love you, trust you and want you to be happy.”
“Darling, every time you’ve thought about Jason or been with him these last five months, I’ve seen with my own eyes how you look at him. We’ve not called it love until today, but it’s been pretty obvious where it was heading.”
“Why didn’t you do something to stop it? Why didn’t you talk to me about it?” I asked with a mix of confusion and a little exasperation.
“First and foremost, because I wanted you to be happy, honey, and I know you well enough to know there wasn’t much danger in what we were doing. I wanted you to have all the fun and excitement and pleasure that we’ve had.”
“And honestly, honey, I knew you’d probably end up giving your heart to Jason as well because that’s who you are. You’re someone who gives and loves. You’ve done it for me, and then for our wonderful girls, and for all those little kids, you love so much at school. It wasn’t exactly a stretch to work out you’d probably end up giving your love to Jason too”
I smiled, not knowing whether I loved or hated being married to a man who was so often a couple of steps ahead of people. Sometimes it made me feel a little slow, but it made me love him all the more and be proud of this smart man I’d married.
As we lay there, my loving husband brushed a strand of hair away and continued. “Claire, I also know, as much as a man ever can, that you’ll never leave me. Our life together is who I am, and I know it’s who you are. And the only way I could ever change that is if I started being someone I’m not, and started being selfish and not thinking about what makes you happy.”
We both just looked at each other, both knowing this was the only way I’d ever fall out of love with this man.
Neil kissed me, “Honey, you know what? I think Jason’s mum actually did us a favor. I think she just pulled forward what would have happened anyway, and made us all be a little more honest with each other, a little sooner than we’d otherwise have been. I’m glad everything’s now out in the open now.”
And then my loving husband kissed me again.
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There was another knock on the door, and Neil headed across to open it.
Standing there was a rather sheepish looking Jason. We’d not spoken since I’d fled from his family’s home. Seeing each other for the first time since then, our faces betrayed our nerves, as we suddenly felt nervous and a little shy, despite our frequent intimacy these last five months.
Neil put a reassuring hand on the shoulder of his friend, my boyfriend, and ushered him into the room. The tension between myself and Jason was palpable, and strangely it was Neil who seemed the calmest. Despite all of the intimate moments we’d shared, Jason and I didn’t seem to know what to do. He just stood inside the door and looked at me.
It was Neil who broke the ice, doing a bizarre husbandly match-making thing. “Look, I know it’s a little awkward right now, but I invited Jason here as I think it’s best the three of us all talk a little, after everything that’s happened these last few hours. Jason, buddy, please sit next to Claire on the bed.”
Jason did as Neil asked, and sat at the head of the bed, just next to where I was. Seeing his nervous expression, I couldn’t stop myself reaching out and taking his hand to make things a little better. I think Neil had been planning to speak, but I suddenly wanted to be the one talking. After a brief look between Neil and I, I squeezed Jason’s hand and started the discussion.
“Jason, honey, I’m really sorry I flew off after your mum asked me about my feelings. I needed some space to get my head straight. But now I want to tell you, Jason, that I love you and that Neil’s okay with it. Hell, he was probably the one who was least surprised by it.”
There were tears in Jason’s eyes as he listened to me, and I leaned over and kissed him softly. With our two face touching and close, in his quietest voice, he told me, “I love you, Claire.”
We just gazed into each other’s eyes, both knowing in our hearts this was the moment when the last barrier came down between us. From that moment onwards, that Polyamory thing Neil had read about in his books was more than just some psychobabble word. It was a reality. I had two men in my life who I loved. And I felt the luckiest woman in the world.
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With this thought that the last emotional barrier between myself and Jason had just been removed, I suddenly wanted to be the one in charge. Too often it had been Neil or Jason setting the agenda or taking charge, and as I sat there holding Jason’s hand, I felt strong and confident and wanted to control what happened next. Neil and I had always been equal partners in our marriage, and at this pivotal moment, I wanted to show my two men I wasn’t just going to be the passive one in this three-way relationship.
I gave Jason a parting kiss and walked over to the armchair where Neil was sitting, and gently pulled him to his feet. I kissed him, barely touching my lips on his, and started removing his clothes, leaving him just standing there in his boxers. I knelt by his feet and pulled down his boxers, revealing his very hard five-inch erection. I ran my hand up and down my husband’s length a couple of times and then kissed the head, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum.
From my kneeling position, I smiled up at Neil. “Mmm, I love this cock. It’s given me two wonderful daughters and thousands of orgasms.”
And then I went over to Jason, and repeated the same actions, until I was kneeling in front of a naked Jason, stroking his considerably longer and thicker shaft, before again kissing the head of his manhood. “Mmm, I love this cock. It hasn’t given me any children, but it’s going to give me thousands and thousands of orgasms.”
From their faces I could see how excited my two men were, anxious to know what I’d do next. As I continued to stroke Jason’s huge cock, I looked over at Neil and decided it was time to fill one gap in all of the talking we’d done these last few hours. Jason had talked lots about how he was okay for me to be in love with Jason, because he wanted what would make me happy, but he’d left out his own kinky needs from all of our discussions.
And now I wanted to correct this omission. It wasn’t right or fair to put all of what had happened on me. A big part of this was also the kinky pleasure Neil got from watching Jason and me together, or of knowing we were out on a date.
And so with my left hand stroking Jason’s huge cock, I fixed Neil with a determined gaze and encouraged him to be open with all three of us about his desires and needs.
“Neil, honey, tell Jason whose cock you love to watch going in and out of your wife’s sweet little body.”
Normally Neil just sat quietly and watched when Jason and I had sex. He wasn’t used to being involved like this in our love games, and he blushed before stammering his answer.
“It’s Jason’s cock.”
I smiled, maybe with a tiny hint of cruelty in my expression. “Well done, baby, I know that wasn’t easy. Now tell me whose cock is bigger and better than yours, and will give me more pleasure.
Neil seemed to blush more, but I noticed his cock seemed to harden a little.
“It’s Jason’s cock”
I loved Neil, but I was enjoying our little game. “Louder, honey, Jason and I can’t hear you.”
“It’s Jason’s cock, that’s what I said, Claire.”
Satisfied with this part of the game, but still wanting to be in control, I told Neil to come across to where I was standing.
“Now, baby, I want you to show Jason and me how much you love our little game by stripping me naked for my lover.”
With shaking fingers, he started removing my clothes, until I was standing there in just my panties and bra. Neil was about to unhook my bra, but I gently placed my hand on his to stop him. Kissing his cheek, I whispered into my husband’s ear so only he could hear. “Tell Jason these tits you love so much now belong to both of you, and then uncover me.”
I loved the look of excitement mixed with anxiety in Neil’s face, and I gave his small cock a little squeeze as I waited for him to do as I’d asked. He was still looking at me, so I slowly turned his face towards Jason with my index finger. “Go on, honey.”
Neil reached behind my back and unhooked the clasp of my bra, and as my big boobs fell into their natural position, his quivering voice told Jason, “Claire’s lovely boobs belong to both of us now, Jason.”
Jason was really starting to enjoy my game too and gave Neil a big shit-eating grin, “Why thanks, Neil, I’ll make sure they get plenty of attention, you don’t need to worry about that”
Using the same single index finger, I turned Neil’s face back towards me and kissed him tenderly, again speaking to him so only he could hear. “Now the last thing, honey, before I let you enjoy watching me and Jason together.”
I took his hand and placed it inside the sopping wet gusset of my panties. “Baby, do you feel how wet I am for Jason. I want you to remove my panties, help me onto the bed next to my boyfriend and then take his big cock and guide it into me. Can you do that for me, darling?” I asked, our eyes locked together.
Neil didn’t actually reply to my question, instead, he gave me a faint smile and kissed me as he took my hand and lead me to the bed.
In all the five months we’d been playing, not once had Neil touched Jason’s huge cock. Afterward, when Jason wasn’t in the room, sometimes he’d eaten me out when he knew Jason’s seed was still inside me, but he’d never touched Jason’s big black cock.
As Neil helped me into position, I smiled and kissed Jason, “Jay, baby, if you’re okay with it, I want Neil to guide you into me, it feels right now that everything’s out in the open between the three of us.”
Jason’s grin disappeared, sensing this was going to be difficult for his friend Neil. He squeezed Neil’s shoulder and looked at my husband, “I think that would be hot as hell, buddy, if you’re okay with it?”
Neil still looked nervous, and I kissed him again to reassure him and then looked into his eyes, to make sure I wasn’t making him do something he really wasn’t comfortable with. My loving husband’s eyes told me he was nervous, but more importantly, he was excited. So I carried on and lifted his hand onto Jason’s massive shaft.
As Neil’s hand went where mine had been so often, I saw his eyes widen, as for the first time he felt the weight and realized the girth of Jason as his fingers failed to close around Jason’s thickness. And I couldn’t resist a little more teasing. “Is he bigger than you imagined, honey? If that’s what its like for you, Just imagine what it feels like for me, having that monster stretching me and pounding me all night. Baby, that’s why sometimes I can’t feel you afterward.”
My words sounded mean and cruel, but we’d played like this so often these last months that I knew my words were pressing every masochistic button my sweet husband had, as well as some new ones he was just discovering.
I gave Neil one final kiss and then lay back to watch my two men working together to put Jason’s huge cock into me. Seeing Neil’s pale hand on the blackness of Jason’s huge shaft was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen, and then Neil pulled my lovelips apart so his friend could lodge his huge cock head in my vulva.
Jason squeezed his friend on the shoulder, “It’s ok, bud, I can take it from here,” as Neil looked a little embarrassed at having to be told to let go.
I’d expected Neil to retire to the armchair and watch from a distance like he normally did, discreetly playing with himself. But he surprised me by staying right there next to me, seemingly mesmerized by the close-up view of all ten-inches of Jason’s black cock sinking into me. And alternating my attention between my two men, I squeezed Neil’s hand and smiled at him. “I love you, baby. Doesn’t it look fabulous? If you’re okay with it, honey, I want you to do one last thing for me. I want you to stay there and beat off for me and Jason, while you watch us make love. I don’t want you quietly doing it in the corner. I want you to do it out in the open, in front of us both, to show us you’re really okay with everything.”
I squeezed Neil’s hand to reassure him of my love as I asked this final thing of him, and his eyes told me he was embarrassed but also excited. Excited to be involved, on the center stage so to speak, not just in the wings. But embarrassed a little that his role was only a bit part, supporting cast to the main action between Jason and me.
My beautiful, kind, kinky husband didn’t deny me this last request, just as he’d not denied me anything these last five months, and I blew him a kiss as I saw his hand start to work up his incredibly hard but small cock. I squeezed his hand, this time not to comfort him, but rather to warn him not to cum too quickly. We both knew cumming too quickly could lead to a serious case of the cuckold blues, as he needed to be aroused to achieve the right mix of pain and pleasure while he watched Jason and me together.
Up until this point, most of my attention had been on Neil, but now I needed to turn my attention to the second man in the room who I loved. But I continued to hold Neil’s hand as I turned to my black boyfriend and smiled invitingly. Jason smiled tenderly at me and bent down to kiss me as his huge cock slid in and out like some wonderful piston, whispering, “I love you, Claire.”
“I love you too, baby,” I echoed back, surprised at how easy it was to say it now that my loving husband had given me permission, to be honest about my feelings for Jason, without guilt or fear for the consequences.
Jason then hoisted my pale legs over his shoulders, and Neil and I shared a look. After five months we both knew what this meant. This was Jason’s signal he intended to power fuck me, with the long deep thrusts of his thick cock building up speed until he’d be pounding me into the bed in a way that was guaranteed to have me in a state of near continuous orgasm. Realizing this, I shivered in anticipation, looking forward to both the pleasure and submission.
I sobbed and cried out as Jason was soon slamming into me with a frightening speed and force, all thick ten inches thrust deep and then pulled out, leaving me empty until he thrust deep and possessed me again. I was soon building to my first climax, still holding onto Neil’s hand. I made a point of looking across at my husband as I shuddered through my climax, my face screwed up in my ecstasy, only just able to make out that Neil was as excited as I was.
Jason slowed to a steady and deep pace as he let me recover from my orgasm, showering me with a series of little kisses, all the time looking into my eyes to see when I was ready for him to resume his power-fucking. I gave him a tiny nod, and with my legs still hooked over his shoulders, I felt him start to speed up again. His thrusts were so hard and deep, that on his reverse stroke it felt like he might pull my pussy all the way up and out of my body. But I loved every intense moment of it until I felt that familiar tingling build up and I was again screaming out his name as I shook through a second climax.
This time, when I’d recovered, Jason gently unhooked my legs from his shoulders and positioned me so I was on my hands and knees. As I waited to feel Jason’s huge meat in me again, I heard Jason talking to my husband. “Neil, are you okay to do the honors again? If you’re cool with it, why don’t you give Claire a little kiss and then put me in her again.”
Jason’s tone was friendly, giving Neil a genuine option, and as I looked around I saw Neil had taken Jason up on his offer, and it was Neil’s hand which was teasing Jason’s huge cock up and down the length of my love lips. Our eyes met as Neil looked at me, “Go on, Jay, give it to her good, make her squeal and beg for mercy.”
Jason grinned at Neil, “You got it, bud,” and I felt his massive black hands grip my hips tightly, and I knew I was in for more of the same. I was about to be pounded again, only this time in a position so both of my men could enjoy the pendulous swinging of my big tits.
As my big tits started swinging in time with the deep and rapid thrusts of Jason’s cock, Neil surprised me by sitting by my head. Then he pulled my head down onto his dick, and he whispered into my ear. “There you go, Claire baby, does that feel better. I know you love two dicks at the same time.”
Then he kissed my cheek, as my lips were otherwise occupied around his dick, and he held my head firmly and looked back at Jason. “Come on, buddy, time to show this sexy teacher of mine what a black guy from Brooklyn can do to a married pussy”
As my head was firmly held and I could only look straight ahead, I could only imagine the expression on Jason’s face. But I was pretty sure he was grinning like an idiot as he started building up speed.
Neil continued to firmly hold my head on his dick, our eyes locked together as he enjoyed his grandstand view of his black friend fucking me within an inch of my wife. Neil told me later he loved looking into my eyes as he saw my arousal and excitement building towards a climax, and he especially loved the moment when I gave in and let the wave of pleasure flood over me.
My sweet, kinky husband had the opportunity to enjoy this sight another two times before Jason roared and shot his baby batter deep into my womb, at the same moment as Neil was holding my head to make sure I swallowed all of his seed.
The three of us slowly came down from the heights and having lost my earlier control, I quietly re-asserted myself by lying in the middle of the bed, getting my two men to lie either side of me so we could all cuddle.
That session was the first time in five months that we genuinely played as three people together. And I was proud of my role in making it happen, dragging my loving husband off the sidelines, to be a participant rather than just a watching voyeur. (Later, Neil told me he’d always felt intimated by the difference in physical size between himself and Jason, and the very different dimensions of their cocks. And that’s why he was more comfortable watching from the side, rather than being more involved.)
As we cuddled, it felt wonderful to be sandwiched in the middle between the two men I loved. We were all so tired, both from our physical exertions and from the emotional highs and lows, that we were all soon sound asleep.
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When I woke up, I felt refreshed but almost instantly I realized one of the two men who I’d gone to sleep was gone. Jason’s handsome face was still in front of me, still sleeping like a baby, but Neil was nowhere to be seen.
I suddenly panicked, overtaken by an irrational fear he’d left for good. He’d left a letter on the bedside table, and as I read it, I relaxed.
“Dear Claire,
Life sometimes changes in ways we don’t expect and didn’t plan. Neither you nor I expected or asked for the difficult times we had yesterday, but I’m glad they happened because I think we’ve ended up in a better place. I loved the way the three of us made love last night. You, me and my friend Jason. And I’m glad everyone’s true feelings are now out in the open. And last night, baby, I saw and felt a greater closeness both between you and me and between you and Jason. Claire, I’ll always love you, and I never want to lose you. And provided you and I are always the foundation of each others’ lives, I am excited and happy for you to own and live the love which you and Jason have for each other.
Claire, my love, I have to go back to New York now. But I want you to enjoy every moment of your time in Jamaica, the two of you together, in love and able to own it and live it. That’s my loving gift to you, my wife, and to Jason, my friend.
And remember, darling, I’ll be waiting for you at home.
I’ll miss you terribly, but I’m happy for the pleasure the two of you will have and the times you’ll share,
Always your loving friend, lover, and husband
Neil XXX”
I cried as I read Neil’s letter to me and then cried again as I re-read it. I’d thought it so many times over these last months, but I thought again of how loving and generous Neil was to me, and that whatever developed between Jason and me, I could never leave this man who’d been my life and who was the future I planned.
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It was hard to believe, but it was still only Sunday morning. So much had happened in the few hours since we’d flown in on Saturday morning.
Jason and I spent virtually the entire day in bed. As both of us were now able to be totally honest about our feelings, it was a magical day. Sure, the sex was amazing, but what made it special was the emotional honesty we were finally able to achieve and share. For five months now, our feelings had been building up. From that very first night when Jason had opened up about his loss of a child, and the painful break-up with Hannah. Through the happy Christmas days at their cabin, when we’d swapped partners and I was Jason’s and Hannah was Neil’s. Through the last eight weeks of dating with Jason as my boyfriend.
There’s an expression from an old poem. ‘The love that dare not speak its name,’ and that about sums up where Jason and I were before these tumultuous last hours. But thanks to the prying intervention of an old-school Jamaican matriarch, and my own husband’s understanding and sexual kink, our love was finally able to ‘speak its name.’ I was finally able to lay next to my lover, kiss him softly, and despite my marriage to another man, tell Jason I loved him.
And I said it often and in many ways. I said it in the throes of love, finally able to tell my new man I loved him as we clung together as he came in my pussy or my mouth. I said it when we just played and I teased him like an excited teenager, kissing him with each kiss matching a round of the child’s rhyme ‘he loves me, he loves me not’. I said it when we enjoyed quiet, soulful times together – neither playing nor making love. Just content to hold each other, looking into each others’ souls and lost in thoughts of the present and future.
And, of course, it wasn’t a one-way street. When I heard my handsome lover declare his love for me, it made my heart and soul soar upwards, and that warm feeling of happiness that spreads throughout your body.
Even then, there was a little voice of danger. I knew I’d never leave Neil. But now Jason had declared his love for me, I didn’t know how his love and desire for me might clash with my love for Neil. I knew my own heart, but I didn’t know the depth of Jason’s promise to never cause trouble between Neil and me.
But I didn’t want to hear that little voice of danger, and so I locked it up in that little box at the back of my brain. The box I’d used to hide from myself and everyone else the truth of my love for Jason. All I wanted to do was enjoy this wonderful new and exciting love Jason and I were finally able to bring into the light of our everyday lives.
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If Sunday had been a day of two people finally owning and celebrating their love, Monday was a day of two lovers hand-in-hand exploring the island.
day started with a late breakfast, back at Jason’s family home. Jason’s mother didn’t embarrass me by asking her questions again. I think she had the answer to her question from the smiles of contentment on our faces, no doubt backed up by a quiet conversation with Jason when I wasn’t around. My boyfriend seemed to have splashed out on different clothes for every day of our trip, and thankfully the clothes he got me to wear that day were slightly more respectable than the micro-bikini he’d chosen for me the day before. But only slightly better – as he dressed me in a tiny suede waistcoat that came about six inches below my boobs, and tiny skintight gold hot pants which couldn’t have been four inches from top to bottom. whole slutty outfit completed by see-through hooker platform shoes, probably three inches at the platform and six or seven inches at the heel. Not exactly something to wear to a PTA meeting, but at least I didn’t feel virtually naked as I’d felt the day before.
Unlike the day before, Jason’s two younger brothers, Joel and Leon were around the house and joined us for the meal. Not surprisingly, they looked at my body with undisguised lust. As the meal went on I grew less embarrassed and even started teasing them a little. Halfway through the meal, I unbuttoned all but the last button on my little suede waistcoat, and I smiled at them in a way designed to keep them guessing.
After lunch, Jason said that he wanted to take me to meet someone he thought I’d be interested to meet. As Joel drove us, I tried to get Jason to tell me who we were going to meet, but he wouldn’t be drawn. Finally, after about fifteen minutes driving we pulled up at a small rundown looking restaurant. I wondered why we’d stopped here. We’d already eaten and it didn’t look like the kind of place you’d come to enjoy a special culinary delight.
Joel stayed in the car listening to his loud hip-hop music, and Jason took my hand and helped me down from the car towards the restaurant. “Anyone home?” he called in his booming voice. A moment later a middle-aged white guy came out of the back, holding the hand of a young mixed race boy. The man burst into a broad grin and hugged Jason, “Great to see you, man. Kalisa didn’t tell me you were coming.”
Jason grinned at the guy, “She doesn’t know. It was a last minute thing. Is she around? I’ve got someone who’d love to meet her,” he said gesturing at me.
I didn’t know whether to be inquisitive or worried as this middle-aged white guy, whose accent marked him out as American, looked at me in a strange way as if he knew something about me. “Sure, she’s out the back,” and then he turned to the boy, “Sanka, go and get your mother and tell her that Jason and Claire are here.”
The mention of my name, when we’d never met before, really had me confused and more than a bit worried. I already knew that Jason had been pretty open with his family about our relationship. Had he also been telling all his friends about me as well?
As the little boy returned with his mother, a pretty black woman about the same age as Jason, there was something vaguely familiar about her. As I looked across at Jason, I could see he was loving the fact that this was driving me crazy. Then he kissed me on the cheek and put me out of my misery.
“Claire, let me introduce you to Kalisa. Kalisa, meet the lovely Claire. You know, the same Claire that your sister’s told you all about.”
And then the penny dropped. Kalisa was Hannah’s sister. Now it seemed obvious, the resemblance was quite striking.
“And while we’re doing the introductions, this is Duane, Kalisa’s better half, and this handsome little fellow is their son, Sanka. Duane’s like you, he’s from New York.”
The introductions made, we were soon chatting away while the boys broke out the beers and I chatted with Kalisa. Kalisa seemed really nice, and we were soon chatting away. She knew New York a little as she’d lived there for a couple of years. Apparently, this is where she met her husband Duane before they relocated to Jamaica when she fell pregnant with Sanka. She seemed smart and funny, just like her big sister Hannah.
We stayed for a couple of hours before heading off to meet other friends, with Jason promising that we’d pop back tomorrow for lunch.
The rest of the day passed in a whirl, seeing various places and meeting various people, and finally, we headed to the hotel Jason had booked. As we booked in and settled into our room, my phone pinged with an incoming message. “Hi, baby, talk? Am just back home. Love N xx”
I smiled as I saw that the message was from my wonderful husband. I was loving my time in Jamaica with Jason, and the text from Neil was the one thing that could turn a great day into a perfect day. Jason was busy unpacking, and so I didn’t bother him as I immediately called Neil, my heart soaring as I saw his smiling face.
“Hey, you, how are you, darling? Did you get back to New York okay?” I asked my tired looking darling.
“I’m fine honey. A little tired maybe, but that’s to be expected, considering.”
I felt a little twinge of guilt at this last comment. ‘Considering’ he’d had to make two four hour flights down to Jamaica to sort out the mess I’d helped to create. And I knew his job was stressful enough without that kind of stuff, and it was Neil’s job that paid for the girls’ college fees and for our lovely home and vacations.
“Yeah, sorry about that, baby,” I nervously replied.
We chatted about this and that. A lot about the girls who were having a great time away with their respective boyfriends on Spring Break, this being Caitlyn’s first college Spring Break. We talked about work and other stuff. About everything but the elephant in the room. Or more specifically, the six-foot, five-inch African elephant that went by the name of Jason. After all of the drama of the last twenty-four hours, I think both of us wanted to leave that topic to another day.
Then I suddenly remembered about meeting Hannah’s sister, Kalisa. “You’ll never guess who I met earlier?”
Neil grinned, finally a little energy returning to his tired and stressed face. “Would that be Kalisa, by any chance?”
I stuck my tongue out. Party pooper. “How did you know?”
Neil blushed a little, “I saw Hannah this afternoon, and she mentioned that Kalisa had messaged her that she’d finally met you.”
“Finally met me?”
“Yeah, apparently both Hannah and Jason have talked about you loads to her. All good, I’m sure,” Neil gently teased.
This put my mind at rest, just as another question popped into my head. “Anyway, when did you find to meet up with Hannah? We only met Kalisa at around three o’clock, which is your four o’clock. If you’ve only just got back from work, when did you find time to meet little miss big boobs?”
My tone was a playful, teasing one, but nonetheless, Neil looked a little defensive. “I didn’t say I’d just come from work. I said I’d just come home. As I’d already had to take the morning off, I thought I might as well take the afternoon off as well, and Hannah was free. And it felt good to have someone to talk to about things.”
I felt a total hypocrite, as I felt a twinge in my tummy at the thought of Neil discussing the last twenty-four hours with Hannah. This was stupid, to feel threatened by Neil sharing these confidences with Hannah, after all of the freedoms he’d allowed me. But, stupid or not, that was the feeling I felt in my gut as Neil mentioned their conversation.
Not being able to mention this jealous fear, I masked my feelings with humor. “Hey, you. You should be too tired to be playing with miss plastic tits. If my memory’s correct, I pretty much drained those balls of yours before I packed you on your way back to New York.”
Neil grinned. “What can I say, The balls want what the balls want.”
My tongue was back on duty as I showed my reaction to my loving husband’s homespun philosophy.
We talked about a few other family things before finally signing off and agreeing to talk around the same time the next day.
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Tuesday was another day in Paradise. Jason woke me up with his long tongue lapping at my pussy, which was still rather tender from the pounding he’d given me when he and Neil had worked together as the two men in my life, to bring me to the heights of ecstasy.
His tongue was soon replaced by those fat ten-inches of his which had become my addiction these last five months, and we came together as my mouth closed over my boyfriend’s mouth to stifle his roar as he came deep in my body.
It was another three hours and another three fucks before Jason finally allowed me out to see a little more of his home island. As promised we headed back to the restaurant owned by Hannah’s sister, Kalisa, and her middle-aged American husband Duane. The lunch was amazing, the cooking reaching a standard that you really don’t expect to find in a place that looked so down at heel.
We were enjoying a rum cooler when Kalisa got a message that immediately caused her expression to change from a relaxed host to stressed parent. She explained that they were having terrible problems at the school where little Sanka studied and that the text was about a government official who’d turned up at school and was threatening to close it down due to alleged unsanitary conditions.
Less than a minute later we were all heading to the school in Duane’s car, while Kalisa explaining to Jason and I the full situation that was likely to greet us at the school. The school, St. Norman’s, was run and owned by a local church. Apparently, the church had major financial problems due to money that had been stolen. It had allowed the building to deteriorate into a terrible condition, with the idea that they could then get the government to close the school and then they could sell the land to a developer.
I could see the anger building in Jason as Kalisa outlined the full story. I remembered some of the stories that Jason had hinted at, about how he’d dealt with some of the less legal threats that people had made to his auto business. And I hoped that he wasn’t going to do something violent to this government official.
When we arrived at the school, I saw what a terrible state it was in. It was only a small place, with a couple of classrooms. As we entered, the place was in an uproar. There was a man in a suit protected from a surging crowd of angry parents by a couple of uniformed police officers. The parents were shouting, the man in the suit was trying to make himself heard, and suddenly little Sanka ran towards us, seeking the comfort of his mothers’ arms.
I’d never seen Jason at work in his business, but as I watched him start to take charge I began to understand how at the age of thirty-three this Jamaican immigrant had built himself a chain of auto shops.
He was polite but firm as he led the government official away from the baying crowd of parents so that they could speak properly. He even managed to persuade the two policemen that they didn’t need to accompany the official.
Ten minutes later Jason returned with a troubled look on his face. As the man in the suit and his two escorts left the building, Jason explained to everyone that I’d managed to buy them some time. The official had come armed with a closure notice, but Jason had persuaded him to give them one calendar month to sort out the long list of problems with the building. But that was the most he’d been able to negotiate, and if the problems weren’t fixed he’d return on the 4th May and shut the school permanently. All of the parents knew what this meant. They’d find the bulldozers there on the 5th of May so the corrupt church official and the developer could share their thirty pieces of silver.
Despite not being a parent, the crowd seemed to naturally look to Jason for leadership as they explained that they’d had several quotes to do all of the required work. The cheapest quote was one hundred thousand dollars, and because the church was poor and wanted to sell the land, there was little help from that quarter. Looking at their clothes, it was pretty obvious the parents didn’t have that kind of money.
As they carried on discussing this, I suddenly heard a huge peel of laughter coming from the adjoining building. A lot of the discussions about asbestos, damp and infestations were beyond me and so I was drawn to the next room, which was still ringing with the lovely sound of children’s laughter.
As I looked through the door, I saw a smallish lady with white hair who was trying to control what looked like seventy or more laughing children. As I watched, she had to constantly switch her attention from one group of children to another. And when she’d settled one group down, of course, another had started up. It was a battle she couldn’t win. There were too many children for one teacher to control.
What I did next was inevitable. Teaching’s a vocation, not a job, and there was no way I could stand there and let this poor woman suffer like this. I stepped through the door and took a deep breath.
“Quiet!” I shouted at the top of my voice. Seventy chuntering little voices fell silent, as they turned and looked at the scary and loud woman at the back of their classroom.
“That’s enough. Now, I want you to all sit-down and listen to what your teacher has asked you to do,” I told them as I walked towards the front of the classroom.
I smiled at the little old lady and was relieved that she smiled back, happy that I was helping, rather than thinking that I’d usurped her authority.
“I’m a friend of Kalisa and Duane’s, I’m a teacher back in the States, and it looked like you could do with a little moral support!”
She smiled and offered her hand, “Agatha. Thanks for helping, I really needed that. I was on the point of giving up!”
“Claire, nice to meet you, Agatha,” I replied as we shook hands.
It would have been nice to have talked, but the children were getting restless and so I quickly suggested that we split the children into two groups. Divide and conquer!
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“Hi, honey, you look beat!” Just the words a wife wants to hear from her husband.
It was after ten p.m. when I was finally back in the hotel and able to have the planned evening call with Neil. And I couldn’t really argue with him. I was sure I did look tired.
After I’d intervened to help Agatha with the children, I’d then spent the next three hours teaching nearly fifty energetic little knowledge hoovers. Afterward, Kalisa and Duane had invited Agatha and us back to their restaurant to discuss the situation. The more we talked about it, the more I realized this problem had been going on for some time. Because they wanted to sell the site, the local church official was starving the school of funds. No money had meant problems with the roof and this had been made worse by Hurricane Matthew the previous Fall. The damp had meant that the only other teacher in the school was off with a chest infection, hence why Agatha had been left by herself to try and teach so many children.
The more I heard, the angrier I became, and I felt really sorry for Agatha, and when she told me that the other teacher wouldn’t be there tomorrow or Thursday, I said I’d be happy to give some help, and we agreed that I’d be there at eight the next morning. I was disappointed that Jason and I wouldn’t have any time together until the evening, but his expression told me that he supported my decision.
Having found a way to help Agatha in the short term, the conversation then moved on to the question of fixing the problems so that the school wouldn’t be closed in a month’s time. Agatha said that the parents couldn’t give much help as most were very poor, and Jason told me that he was frustrated as he had no spare cash or line’s of credit and that all he could offer would maybe be ten thousand dollars.
That evening, when I talked to Neil, I was still worked up about the situation and I asked him if there was any way we could help. He explained that with the cost of Amy and Caitlyn’s college, we’d struggle to offer more than a few thousand dollars at the moment. But as we talked, he said that he could talk to the bank where he worked, as they had a corporate engagement fund that helped communities. The guy who headed the committee, Gerry, had been a good friend of ours for many years. We’d often had Gerry and his wife Kate round for dinner, and vice versa. Neil promised to see what he could do but warned me to manage expectations as these decisions often took time, whereas we needed the funds almost immediately if the work was to be completed in a month’s time.
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By Friday night I was incredibly tired. Catherine, the missing teacher, was only returning on Monday and so I’d ended up teaching Wednesday through Friday. Back home, I was used to teaching a class of twelve children. But here Agatha and I had to teach eighty-five children between us. The kids were great, really having a huge thirst for knowledge, but it was really challenging teaching so many children in one class, with so few resources.
Each night Jason was incredibly supportive and considerate, and it was only the time that we spent together that gave me the energy to go back the next day.
My calls home to Neil also helped give me strength and encouragement, especially when he told me that he’d managed to take Monday off work and was planning to fly down on the Friday evening flight so that we could have three days together in Jamaica before the three of flew back late on Sunday.
But by the end of Friday, I was relieved that the next day wasn’t a school day, and I was really looking forward to seeing Neil later that evening when his flight landed. Although he knew I was tired, Jason insisted on taking me out to a nightclub that Friday night. I knew he was making the most of me before Neil arrived later that night when he’d once again have to share me.
I was so dog tired that part of me just wanted to stay in, but Jason was insistent, and a part of me also wanted to go out with him. I’d missed spending the days with him during the week, and I knew this was our last chance to be together before Neil arrived. I was happy to see my husband, but I also knew it would change the dynamics between me and Jason. Two would again become three.
I showered and when I came out of the bathroom there was an outfit, with an accompanying rose, laid out for me on the bed. I was beginning to think Jason was a frustrated fashion designer, he seemed to get such pleasure from dressing me up in clothes of his choosing. Tonight’s outfit was actually less shocking than those he’d chosen on Saturday and Monday. There were three-inch heels, red hot pants, and a tight white stretch top. They made me look like a Hooters girl on her day off. Quite tame by Jason’s normal standards.
I told Jason off about his choice, but he and I both knew that I didn’t really mean it. Even if I was tired, I was secretly enjoying being his muse. It was all part of this intoxicating game that the three of us were playing. So different to everything that had gone on before in my life.
We headed out to the club Jason had chosen, and I was surprised to see that both of Jason’s brothers were waiting for us at the club. After my unexpectedly hard week of work, I was determined to let my hair down and enjoy my last few days of vacation, so I probably was drinking a little bit faster than I should have. Ever the generous elder brother, Jason wasn’t selfish with my time and allowed Joel and Leon to dance with me. Dance seemed to run in the Campbell family genes, as they were both great dancers, like Jason. And with the rum taking effect, despite my tiredness I was feeling horny. The way that Joel and Leon were looking at me when we danced wasn’t helping any, only making me hornier still.
Jason seemed to be able to see right into my soul, because as we danced he whispered in my ear, “You’re a horny little minx aren’t you, Claire. You’re thinking back to that night with Tyrell, Lewis and me aren’t you.”
By the way, I blushed, Jason knew he was right, and he whispered again, “I just wonder if we’ll still be having fun with you when Jason comes through the door from the airport later tonight?”
My eyes went wide at the thought.
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The three guys finally let me take a break from dancing, and as I returned to our booth I saw a missed call from Neil.
I found somewhere quiet and called Neil. As I turned the video camera on, I was a little self-conscious about the way I was dressed. Clearly dressed for a night out on the town with Jason. I saw a slightly funny look on Neil’s face as well, as he took in the way I was dressed. Maybe he was expecting that I’d be having a quiet night in while I waited for him to arrive.
“Hi, honey. Someone looks like they’re dressed for fun,” his tone slightly different from normal.
Hi, baby. We weren’t expecting you to ring. Are you still coming down? Is everything okay?”
“Well, that depends, really. I’m still coming down, but I wanted to call as I’ve just got off the phone with Gerry. I can’t believe the nerve of those guys. After everything, I’ve done for them over the years. You’d think they’d cut me some slack.”
It was rare for Neil to go off on a rant. He was normally far too controlled and thoughtful for that. But I knew from experience not to interrupt him when he was mid-rant.
“Do you know what those jackasses have gone and done? They’ve said that they’ll give the school the money it needs, but they’ve added the condition that they need someone they know and trust to administer the money, to make sure it’s properly used. Apparently, they’re worried about bad PR if the money’s doesn’t get used as planned.”
I sat quietly, letting Neil vent his feelings. “I told them that you have a job and that it’s not possible, but they insisted. They said they’ll only give the funds if you stay and administer the money. So I told Gerry that we were sorry, but it’s just not possible.”
Neil then switched from rant mode to empathy mode. “I’m sorry, hun. Gerry and I tried our best, but as you can see. It’s just not possible.”
I looked at my watch, Neil would be taking off soon and would be here in about six hours.
