The Architect’s Story

The Architect’s Story

None of the characters in this story are based on actual persons. The story has been submitted under the ‘Loving Wives’ heading as the wives start out that way but don’t necessarily end that way.

When this story begins Jason Williams is a 40 year old progressive architect with his own small practice.

Jason’s attractive 37-year-old wife Dianne, is a stay at home wife (just as her husband wanted it).

Jason’s assistant at the architectural practice is Mia, a 30 year old female architect, the junior partner in the practice.

Jean is Mia’s wife, the 33 year old lesbian partner of Jason’s assistant architect.

Jason and Mia had been working for months on plans for a large contract for an upmarket retail/housing development. If their plans were accepted by the developers, they would be made, and the kudos from the job would cement both of their careers.

They’d been working very long hours and Jason had been getting home after midnight some nights, but rarely before 11 p.m. He was usually tired and a bit moody when he came home late.

Dianne got upset when he didn’t seem to be interested in any of the things she had done during the day, and she didn’t really know anything about his work. Jason and Mia didn’t work weekends, that was sacrosanct, weekends were for doing things with their partners, to maintain their sanity.

For months Jason and Dianne’s sex life had been sporadic, sometimes he said he was too tired, other times he made love but didn’t really seem interested, or he just fucked her quickly and went to sleep, leaving her only partly satisfied, if at all.

After a few months, Dianne was becoming suspicious of the reasons why Jason was always late home Monday to Friday nights, and suspected he was having an affair with Mia, who was an attractive brunette.

Dianne was reluctant to tackle Jason with her suspicions in case she was wrong and caused unnecessary angst in their relationship. However, she was determined to find out whether her suspicions were correct. So, one night, she drove to his office, and waited to follow him when he came out. She’d borrowed a friend’s car, so he wouldn’t recognise her car, a primrose yellow, classic MGB GT sports car, when she was following him.

It was very late when Jason and Mia came out of the office, they both got into his car, and he drove to the apartment block where she lived. Dianne saw them both go in. She sat outside in the car for an hour, he didn’t come out. Dianne drove home, convinced now, that her suspicions were right, he was having an affair with Mia.

When Dianne got home, she went straight to bed, pretending to be asleep when Jason got home half an hour later.

During the rest of the night and the following day, Dianne turned the situation over in her mind. She had always been very much in love with Jason, but this had been tempered with his apparent lack of interest in recent months, and now she was sure he was cheating on her, she didn’t want to be married to him any longer.

She decided she was going to get revenge on Jason for cheating on her. She would get revenge by finding another man to fuck her, and she would throw this in her husband’s face when she finally got to confront him.

Dianne was well aware that a man at the gym she regularly used, was interested in her. This was Greg. She’d often felt that he was undressing her with his eyes, when she was working out. He’d offered to buy her coffee, or take her for a drink, but so far, she’d refused. Now she would encourage him, and hopefully get him to fuck her, so she could use that to get her revenge on Jason when she confronted him over his relationship with Mia and demanded a divorce.

Dianne’s plot worked well. She went out on a date with Greg, she had a good time, and he gave her such a good fucking back at his apartment, that she’d repeated it a few times. She’d also met up with James, another guy from the gym, and fucked with him on some of the other nights when Jason came home late. By now she’d started to enjoy her new, liberated, sex life, and had a few one-night stands with men she’d met in local bars. She was always home before Jason got back from work, and he didn’t suspect that Dianne was cheating on him.

Eventually, she found that she was enjoying her sexual freedom so much, that the time was right to confront Jason, and make the break from him. She was going to come home very late that night, to make sure Jason was home before her. She would come home freshly fucked, so he could be in no doubt as to what she’d been doing. In the event, she fucked both her regular lovers from the gym that night and let them both cum in her pussy so she could show it to Jason.

Unusually, Jason had got home early that night, because the work on the project had been completed, and presented to the clients. He had been assured that there was little doubt that he’d be awarded the contract for designing the development, and he and his practice would be in demand for similar projects. They’d be ‘going places’.

He’d be able to employ more staff, get back to working regular hours and, most importantly, get to spend much more time with his wife. He was so looking forward to telling her all about it and thanking her for her forbearance and patience during the past months.

It was 6.30p.m. when Jason got home. Dianne wasn’t home, and he was worried in case something had happened to her. She didn’t answer her phone or reply to text messages. He asked his neighbours if they had seen her, and one said that she’d seen her go out dressed for a night on the town.

Five hours later Diane arrived home in a dishevelled state, dressed like a slut, and with a confrontational look in her eyes.

“You’re very late, where have you been?” Asked Jason.

“You’ve got a bloody cheek asking me that,” she’d replied, “because I know that you’ve been fucking your bloody girlfriend while you’ve been pretending to work late.”

“What are you talking about?” He said.

“I suspected you’d been cheating with Mia all these months, and I followed you to her apartment after you’d left the office with her.” She told him. “I’ve had enough of you cheating on me, and I’ve been out getting my revenge on you. I want a divorce.”

“Listen,” he said, “I don’t know where you’ve got these crazy ideas from, but I’ve never ever thought about cheating on you, let alone done it. I’ve been working much too hard on the project to think about anything else.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Dianne, “if that was the case, why were you going to her apartment after you left the office. You were obviously going there to fuck her, and that’s why you were there for so long on each occasion.”

“Don’t be silly,” he said, “I went there to take her home after work was finished for the day, and sometimes I would have a bite to eat with her, so we could continue to discuss the project. Then I came straight home.”

“I don’t believe you,” said Dianne, “you must think I’m stupid.”

“Look,” he said, “I’ve never been interested in any woman but you, and that’s the truth. I’m not having an affair with anyone, and it’s laughable to think that I’m having an affair with Mia, she’s the very last woman I would be having an affair with.”

“Oh, yes. Why’s that then?” Demanded Dianne.

“Because she’s married,” replied Jason.

“So are you, but it hasn’t stopped you,” she snarled.

“I keep telling you that I’ve not had an affair with anyone,” he said. “But if I did, I probably wouldn’t have an affair with a married woman, especially in this case, as she’s married to another woman. Mia is a lesbian and not in any way interested in men sexually!”

Realisation suddenly dawned on Dianne. Realisation that she’d got it totally wrong, and that what she’d been doing herself was totally inexcusable, she was the one at fault here.

“Oh, my God, I’ve made a terrible mistake,” she said.

“Yes, you’ve made a mistake,” said Jason, “but I can see how it might have looked, if you didn’t know what I was doing with Mia. It was just a mistake. I’m glad that you’re jealous about me though. Let’s not worry about a little mistake.”

Without thinking what she was saying Dianne said, “But it wasn’t a little mistake, it was a huge mistake. I thought I was getting my revenge on you for cheating on me!”

That stopped Jason in his tracks. He suddenly realised how she was dressed and the state she was in. She’d obviously been drinking, her makeup was messed up, and her clothing was rumpled. She also had a strange smell about her. “This revenge you were taking, you haven’t been messing around with another man, have you?” He asked.

She looked at him through tear filled eyes. “Yes, I have,” she said. “Not just one man, two of them. I wanted to rub it in to you tonight. I planned to tell you that I knew you were cheating, and that I was going to divorce you. I’ve had sex with both of them tonight, and I let them both cum in me so I could make you see it. Oh, Christ, I’m so ashamed of myself.”

Jason was shaken to the core. He said, “How long have you been having sex with them?”

“For the last two months,” she replied.

“Who are these men, where did you meet them?” He demanded.

“They’re members of the gym I go to, they’ve been trying to hit on me for ages, I always kept them at arm’s length, but when I felt sure you were cheating on me, I encouraged them.” She said.

“You’ve been having sex with two men?” He asked her.

She hesitated before replying. “I’ve had sex with two of them tonight, but there have been five altogether, usually only one of them at a time. Tonight, was the first time there were three of us. I’ve turned myself into a complete slut because I thought I was getting back at you.”

“I’ll have to go. If you’ll let me, I’ll stay here tonight in the spare room, and tomorrow I’ll pack some clothes and leave. I’m so sorry to have done this to you, I wish I’d talked to you about my suspicions, then it would never have come to this.”

Jason was gutted, his cosy world had just disappeared before his eyes. His lovely wife had become someone he didn’t know, and he really didn’t know how to handle it.

“Yes, you’d better stay here tonight,” he said. “I need to get my head around this, then we need to have a long and serious talk tomorrow. At the moment I don’t see a future for us together, but I want to consider everything properly. Please go and clean yourself up before you sleep in the spare room. You need to get the smell of stale sex off yourself, before it makes me throw up.”

In the morning, after a virtually sleepless night, he knew he was partly to blame for what had happened, because of his single-mindedly working all hours on the project, and not giving Dianne the attention she needed, and deserved. But she was also at fault for going off ‘half cocked’, instead of talking to him about her fears and suspicions.

He wondered if he could continue with his marriage, if he could continue to live in the same house with her, sleep in the same bed, or ever make love to her again. He was gutted, he loved her deeply and he couldn’t imagine life without her, but he wasn’t sure he could get past what she’d done. Could he ever rid himself of the mental images he had from the previous night, of her giving her body, spreading her legs and allowing other men’s hands and fingers over her, and their cocks inside her.

Dianne had slept a little better than him, mainly because of the effects of the alcohol she’d consumed, and the energetic couplings in her session with two lovers.

When she awoke, Dianne felt battered and bruised. Her mouth was bruised from hard kisses, her nipples were sore from the attentions of fingers and mouths, and she had bite marks on her breasts. She had bruises and bite marks on her thighs and pussy lips and her vagina was sore and stretched. She was thankful that she hadn’t let them take her arse, although they’d wanted to, and she’d been tempted to try it.

She could smell coffee, so she got out of bed, put on her dressing gown, and went down to the kitchen.

Jason was there sitting at the kitchen table, a mug of coffee at his lips, he looked dreadful, tired and haggard.

He poured coffee for her and passed it over. “Come and sit down,” he said. “We need to talk this through and not leave anything out. Firstly, I want you to know that I’ve not had any kind of affair with anyone since we first met ten years ago, nor have I had any thoughts of having sex with anyone other than you in that time.”

“You’re the only woman I’ve ever loved, and I believe my love for you is strong enough to get us through this horrible situation. However, I appreciate that it will be more difficult for you to come to terms with what has happened, I can only say that I’ll support you in whatever way I can. I still love you deeply, and I understand the reasons that made you feel that you’d been wronged by me. I would never knowingly hurt you, not ever.”

“I realise now that I’ve neglected you whilst working on the project that we’ve just completed. It was important to the progression of the business, but not that important that it should cause you pain. That was unforgiveable, and it’s a mistake I’ll never make again.”

“I want us to stay together, and I’m sure that together we can put this episode behind us. I don’t want to know all the things that went on with you and others, but there is one thing I would like to know, will you tell me if you had sex with anyone in our bed. If so, I’ll get rid of it right away, I couldn’t bear to sleep in a bed that you’d given yourself to someone else on.”

Dianne was crying softly. “No, I never brought anyone here for sex,” she said. “I’m so ashamed of what I have done to you, to us. I don’t know how you could ever forgive me and want to keep me with you. I don’t deserve any of your love, but I’m so grateful for it. I never wanted to hurt you, ever, until I stupidly convinced myself that you were cheating on me. And, even more stupidly, I didn’t come to you directly with my fears. Can we go back to where we were and put this behind us? I know I can’t forget what I’ve done, and I don’t know how you could either, but I don’t want to lose you.”

“You’re right,” said Jason, “Neither of us will ever forget it, but I think we can use that memory to make sure that we always talk about misunderstandings and fears or suspicions, instead of just putting them aside until they become huge problems to overcome.”

“Please don’t think me over cautious or cold,” he said, “but, before we make love again, I want you to go to the clinic and get tested, in case any of your contacts have given you an STD.”

Dianne agreed to be tested as soon as she could get an appointment, she really hadn’t thought about the dangers associated with unprotected casual sex. Until she got a clear report she and Jason would not indulge in any sexual activity, but they would sleep together and try to get their relationship back on an even keel.

Two weeks later Dianne was very relieved to receive a clear report from the STD test lab.

She’d resigned her membership of the gym where she’d met her lovers, and she’d stopped going out in the evenings to bars and clubs. She was going to be the dedicated loving wife she’d been before she’d become suspicious about Jason’s activities with his assistant.

Her two regular lovers had both contacted her, but she’d told them that she would not be seeing them again. She let them know that she’d told her husband of her infidelities and he’d forgiven her. She wouldn’t be going to the gym again.

After a few weeks, Jason and Dianne had settled back into their steady married life again. Their sex life had returned to normal, and they never mentioned the problems of the past.

Jason’s income from his practice was much increased since they had become recognised for excellence within the profession, and their lifestyle had become much improved.

After a year of their monogamous relationship, Dianne often found herself thinking about the hot sex she’d had with her lovers from the gym. Although she’d started out fucking the other men because she thought her husband was cheating on her, she’d enjoyed the hard sex sessions and now found that she missed it. Jason was a good, if conservative, lover, and always made love to her gently and sensually, but sometimes she wanted to be treated rough. She wanted to be fucked hard occasionally, not made love to, just fucked hard, but Jason didn’t think like that. She’d even asked him to treat her roughly in bed, but it wasn’t in his nature to keep doing it.

Dianne was driving past the gym one day and on the spur of the moment she decided to call in. The first person she saw there was Greg, one of the men she’d fucked on the night of her showdown with Jason.

Greg spotted her immediately and hurried over to her. “Hi, babe,” he said, “I’ve missed you.”

“That’s nice,” said Dianne, “I’ve missed you too.”

“Can I buy you a coffee,” said Gregg.

“Sure,” said Dianne, I’d like that.”

As he led her to the cafeteria, she checked out his muscular build in his work out kit. She was thinking back to the times when he had fucked her, thinking about how physical their sex sessions had been, and she could feel her pussy becoming wet as she became aroused.

“We had some good times, didn’t we?” He said, “Then suddenly you didn’t want to see us anymore, did you get found out?”

“Something like that,” she said, “but it’s not important. Tell me, do you still live in the same apartment as you did when we were having fun.”

“No,” he said, “I’m in the same block but in a much larger apartment. James (her other former lover) didn’t like his old apartment, we got on well together even when we weren’t fucking you, so we decided to get a larger place and share it.”

“We’ve got three bedrooms in this one, so the extra bedroom is handy if one of us wants to have visitors stay over. It’s quite a bit more expensive but sharing the rent means that we’re both paying less than we did when we each had our own smaller apartments. It’s large enough so that we can each have our own space, and having the third bedroom between our own rooms, means we don’t have to worry about the noise disturbing each other if we are entertaining a lady friend.”

“It sounds nice,” she said, with a smile. “Would you like to show it to me?”

“Of course, I would,” he said. “Just say when.”

“How about now?” she said.

“Ok,” he said, “just let me have a quick shower and get changed.”

“Why, don’t you just change?” She said, “and shower when we get there.”

“I’ll be five minutes.” He said.

Five minutes later, they were in his car, driving to the apartment which wasn’t far away, they’d come back for her car later.

They went up in the lift to the third floor and he let them into the apartment. It was nicely furnished in a masculine fashion, hardly surprising with two testosterone laden guys living there.

He showed her around and she was impressed, but this wasn’t why she wanted him to show her the apartment, and they both knew it. When he showed her his bedroom, she turned to him and said, “Kiss me”.

They kissed and the kiss became passionate, in no time, they were undressed and on his bed.

He explored her body with his hands and his mouth, sucking her nipples and kissing down her tummy to her labia. He licked her wet slit and sucked her hard little clitoris. She was oozing pussy juice and he delighted in the remembered taste of her.

She had hold of his long, thick, cock and she remembered, how long it had taken to get it all inside her when they first started fucking. He’d stretched her, and at first it had been painful, but she soon adjusted to his size, and she’d enjoyed the hard fucking he used to give her.

“Fuck me, Greg,” she demanded, “I want you to fuck me hard, I need it and I want you to take me. Give me it all and then cum in me.”

He did as she asked, he fucked her long and hard and she came several times. Finally, he came in her. She reached the crescendo of a huge orgasm as she felt the hot cum spurt inside her.

They lay still for a while, each regaining their breath and relaxing. He rolled off her, and as his cock pulled out of her pussy, she could feel his cum leaking out onto the bed cover.

As they lay there, recovering and talking quietly, they heard a voice. “Hi, anyone home?” It was James, her other former lover, the second man who’d fucked her on the night of her confession to her husband.

James had seen Greg’s car in the car park and wanted to make sure he didn’t cause an embarrassing surprise. which was why he’d called out.

“In here,” called Greg.

James came into Greg’s bedroom and said, “Dianne, I didn’t think we’d see you again.”

“Hallo James,” said Dianne, lying naked on Greg’s bed, obviously just having been fucked.

“Why, don’t you join us James,” said Greg. “We were just talking about the last time we saw Dianne, when we both had her together, and she was saying that it was the best sex she’d ever had. Want to join me in giving it to her again?”

“Too right,” said James already beginning to undress. “Is that alright with you, Dianne?”

“Yes, please,” said Dianne, “I’ve thought so many times about the night you both had me together. I’ll never forget it and I’d love to do it again.”

As soon as James was naked, he told Dianne to get up on her hands and knees as he wanted to fuck her doggie fashion. She eagerly obeyed his instruction and he positioned himself behind her ready to put his cock in her pussy. There was going to be no tedious foreplay, he was just going to fuck her hard and fast.

As James began to push into her, she beckoned Gregg to her and he quickly presented his cock to her mouth, where she licked the remaining cum off it and took it deep throat. As she was ‘spit roasted’ by the two men she came twice, crying out round Gregg’s cock but not releasing it from her mouth.

James continued to pound into her pussy and his efforts pushed her backwards and forwards onto Gregg’s cock. Gregg was almost ready to come again, and then he suddenly filled her mouth with cum just as James released his load into her pussy.

Dianne had a terrific orgasm, this was exactly the kind of sex that she’d been missing, and she knew then, that this also signalled the end of her marriage to Jason. She wanted this, she needed this, and she was going to have it.

“I have to go and talk to Jason,” she said to her two lovers, “I’m going to leave him, and I’m going to need somewhere to sleep until I can get some accommodation organised. Can I use your spare room for a couple of days?”

The two men agreed that she could have the spare room for as long as she needed it, and they told her they looked forward to sharing it with her. This prospect brought a big smile to her face, she’d soon make up for the fun she’d missed during the past year.

After Gregg drove her back to the gym to collect her car she quickly drove home, she wanted to pack some things before Jason got home from the office and be ready to tell him that, sadly, their marriage was over.

Once home, Dianne quickly packed enough clothes, and other personal items, to last her until she could arrange to collect the rest. She’d packed two suitcases and put them in the boot of her car.

She placed a bottle of whisky from the lounge bar on the dining table, with a single tumbler, then sat and waited for Jason to arrive home.

A little while later Jason came home. He knew Dianne was home as her car was on the drive. He walked into the dining room and saw the whisky and the glass on the table, “Bit early for the hard stuff, isn’t it?” He said with a smile.

She looked him in the eye. “Sit down, Jason.” She said, “The whisky is for you, I have something to say to you.”

Jason had known for some time that this moment would come. He’d seen Dianne, becoming increasingly edgy, and although he’d tried to draw the reason out of her, she’d remained tight lipped.

“I don’t need the whisky,” he said. “Just tell me what you are going to do.”

Dianne was relieved that Jason had indicated that he was expecting something like this to happen, it made it easier for her to tell him.

“I’m leaving you Jason,” she said. “I’m unhappy with our life together, it’s just too dull and unexciting. I know you’ve tried to treat me in the way that I want, but your heart isn’t in it, and it just hasn’t worked.”

Jason went to say something.

“No, let me finish, please. I don’t want to hurt you, but I want a more exciting lifestyle. I want more exciting sex. I’ve started seeing the two men that I was having sex with before, and I’ve had sex with them both today. I’ve had to change my panties twice since I’ve been home because of the cum dripping out of me, and that excites me.”

“I’m going to move in with them temporarily, until I can arrange permanent accommodation. I’ve packed enough clothes and other items to last me a few days, and I’ll arrange to collect the rest of my things shortly, I’ll let you know when I’ll come here to do that.”

“I’ll supply all the evidence you need to divorce me quickly, and I won’t make any demands on dividing our assets that are unfair or will cause you financial embarrassment.”

“I don’t think you’ll want to try to talk me out of my decision. You know it hasn’t really worked for us since the mistake I made over your relationship with Mia, and you know that whatever happens I’d end up being unfaithful to you, so it’s best to make a clean break now.”

Jason took a deep breath. “You’re right on every count he said. I’ve been half expecting this, and I won’t fight it. I’m surprised and disappointed that you’ve picked up with those men again, I thought you had more self-respect than that, but evidently I read you wrong there.”

“You have to go; I see that now. There’s no way I could forgive your transgressions a second time, but take care, you’re on a slippery slope, and if you’re not careful the only way is down. You’d better go now. Don’t forget to let me know when you’re coming for the rest of your possessions, I don’t want to be here when you do. You’d better get yourself a lawyer quickly, I’ll contact mine tomorrow.”

Dianne stood up. “Goodbye, Jason,” she said, “I hope you find someone who meets your expectations soon.” And with that she walked out of his life.

Jason was heartbroken, he’d feared something like this might happen, but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with. He knew he’d never be enough for Dianne, and it made sense to part on reasonable terms now rather than acrimoniously later on.

The following morning Jason made an appointment to see his lawyer, he wasn’t a divorce lawyer, but he was able to recommend an associate who was. An appointment was made for the following week to get the process under way. In the meantime, Jason was advised to look at his and Dianne’s banking and credit card arrangements, to ensure he protected his cash assets. He should get his house valued, as his wife would be able to claim 50% of the value. He should also check to see whether his wife would have any claim on his business interests.

Jason contacted his bank and arranged to transfer half the balance of their joint cash account into a new account in his own name, with his salary, and any other income also being paid into the new account. He similarly transferred half of their cash savings account into a new account in his name, and arranged for savings deposits from his new current account to be paid into his new savings account.

He contacted his credit card provider, where Dianne was a named cardholder, he paid the balance on the card and closed it. Then he opened a new card account, solely in his name. There would be other things to take care of, but he’d covered the main items for the moment.

He’d bought Dianne’s car for her, but it was registered in her name so there was nothing to be done there, and the car was already insured on a separate policy in her name.

In the following weeks, Jason threw himself into his work wholeheartedly. Whilst he was working, he had no time to dwell on what might have been. He worked late most nights. The less time he spent at home the less time he had to reflect on his failed marriage.

When Mia learned of Dianne’s departure, she was very sympathetic. She quite often invited Jason to dine with herself and her wife, Jean. Jason was grateful for the company of the two women, rather than sitting on his own at home or spending too much time in his local pub.

Mia and Jason had worked together for a long time now, and they got on well together, they were good friends and comfortable in each other’s company. Mia and Jean’s sexual orientation was not an issue between them, he liked them both a lot.

Mia was good looking, intelligent, and professional in their working association, and fun outside the office. Jean was delightfully feminine. She was a pretty, petite blonde, with a nice figure, a ready smile and a delightful tinkling laugh. Their friendship with Jason helped him get through the first few months of his breakup with Dianne, without falling into the depths of despair.

What Jason didn’t know, was that although Mia was fiercely lesbian, Jean was actually bisexual. She’d been in an abusive relationship with a man when she first met Mia. Mia had seduced her, she’d left her abuser, and lived with Mia for a year before they got married.

Jean had been happy in her marriage to Mia, she loved her lesbian partner and believed that Mia loved her. However, during the last few months, they hadn’t been getting on so well. They’d been going to a gay nightclub on their nights out and Jean suspected that Mia might be cheating on her with one of the lesbian girls they’d met there.

They’d argued about Jean’s suspicions frequently. Mia had told Jean not to be silly about it, but Jean had become more certain about her suspicions as Mia spent more evenings out on her own. She’d said that she needed more of her own space, as she sometimes felt Jean was making their relationship a bit claustrophobic. Jean was aware that their relationship was growing cold.

A couple of months later Mia owned up to her affair and told Jean that she was in love with her new girlfriend. Jean was devastated. Although she’d been convinced that Mia had been cheating for some time, when it was confirmed, it still hit her hard.

Eventually Mia and Jean agreed to divorce on a no fault basis, with the marriage irretrievably broken down. (You can’t divorce on the grounds of adultery in a same sex marriage if the adulterer and the lover are the same sex).

They agreed to share their existing rented two bedroomed flat until one of them found a better alternative. That arrangement worked for a few weeks, until Jean came in from visiting her mum one night and found Mia and her girlfriend from the gay club, having sex in the lounge. She realised then that she had to get out of the flat as quickly as possible.

Finances would be a problem, Jean only worked part time as she was, in effect, a housewife, and had taken on the domestic chores in their home when they got married. She was going to have to get a full-time job before she’d be able to finance her own accommodation.

Jason knew about the end of Mia’s marriage, because she’d told him about it. He was sorry it hadn’t worked out for them, and he’d been very sympathetic to Jean. Jean called Jason and told him why she had to leave the flat as soon as possible, and she asked him if he could help her with a bed in one of his spare rooms, while she looked for a place of her own. She didn’t want to stay with her mum, who was always criticising her for her lesbian lifestyle with Mia, mainly because mum wanted grandchildren.

Jason told Jean that she’d be very welcome to stay at his place as long as she wanted to. He had a large house, and he’d be very happy to have someone to talk to now and then.

The following week Jean moved into Jason’s house. She told Mia where she’d be living for the time being and Mia was just pleased that she had the flat to herself now, and could invite her new love to move in with her.

Jason and Jean were soon comfortable with their shared accommodation arrangements, they shared meals together, Jean was definitely the better cook, they often watched TV together and occasionally went out for meals, or just to the pub.

Jean found that she didn’t miss sex with Mia. She’d not been really aware of her bi-sexual nature before Mia seduced her. She’d always found other women attractive, but she didn’t feel drawn to hop into bed with them until Mia opened her up to that side of her nature.

She’d had a few boyfriends before Mia came along and had enjoyed sex with some of them. Now she found herself increasingly drawn to Jason. She found him very attractive, and she loved his old-fashioned politeness and the way he treated her, both inside and outside of his home.

One night, before they’d returned home from dinner at her favourite restaurant, they’d decided to stroll along the nearby riverside walk. It was a romantic setting with the streetlights reflected off the rippling water. It was high summer, and the air was balmy and warm, there was the scent of flowers in the slight breeze. They were silent as they walked, just enjoying the ambience and the satisfied feeling of two people who’ve enjoyed a good meal and each other’s company.

Jean stopped Jason and turning to him she said, “Thank you for another lovely evening, Jason. I can’t think of anyone I’d rather have shared it with.” Then she stood on tiptoes and kissed him softly on the lips.

Jason had been hoping that something like this would happen soon, he’d grown to like Jean a lot, and that liking was turning into love for this beautiful, intelligent, young woman. Jason kissed her back and said, “I wouldn’t want to do this with anyone else, Jean. I’m falling in love with you, and I hope that telling you that, won’t spoil the relationship we already have.”

“Oh God, darling.” She gasped, “It won’t spoil anything at all, I love you, and I love every moment we spend together. How silly that we’ve both been frightened to tell each other how we feel, in case it should spoil things between us. Kiss me again, please, I love you.” They kissed, then resumed their stroll, now holding on to each other tightly, and excitedly telling each other how glad they were that they’d finally told each other about their feelings.

When they returned home shortly afterwards, Jason closed the door, and they fell into each other’s arms. Looking into Jean’s sparkling blue eyes Jason said, “Would it be presumptuous of me to ask you to share my bed tonight, and all the nights to follow?”

“If you hadn’t asked me, I’d have had to force myself on you.” She replied with a smile. “Please take me to bed now, darling.”

Jason took Jean’s hand and led her up the stairs to the master bedroom, that he had previously shared with Dianne. He’d changed everything in the room since she’d left, and there were no longer any signs that she’d ever been there.

In the bedroom, as they kissed, Jason began to remove Jean’s clothing. Her pretty summer dress soon landed in a heap around her feet, her bra quickly followed, and Jason fell to his knees to pull down her panties and remove her summer sandals. She was naked and beautiful and unashamedly sexy.

Jean soon helped Jason undress, they fell on the bed giggling and exploring each other’s bodies.

As they shared yet another open-mouthed kiss, Jason pushed Jean onto her back. He stroked her hair then ran his hand slowly down until he could cup each of her breasts in turn and feel her aroused nipples, hard in his palm. As he held each breast, he moved his lips to cover her nipples and suck on them gently, swirling his tongue on them.

Jean gave a satisfied groan and reached for his cock. He pushed her hand away gently. “You can please me later,” he whispered, “Right now, I want you to lie back and let me love you. I want you to remember these first moments forever, as something very special.”

Jason continued to stroke her soft skin and explore the gentle curves of her breasts, tummy, thighs and finally her labia. As she lay relaxed and loose limbed on the bed, he began to explore her pussy, sliding his fingers into the increasingly wet entrance to her vagina and her secret places.

Jean was now becoming incredibly aroused. She was really enjoying his gentle approach to their imminent first coupling. She reached again to take his cock gently in her hand, marvelling at the heat and the hardness. It had been a long time since she’d had a man’s cock in her hand and she was thrilled knowing that it would soon be inside her.

“Make love to me Jason,” she pleaded, “I want to give myself to you completely. Take me please.”

Jason positioned himself to enter her, his cock just beginning to part her glistening wet lips.

Jean had a small moment of panic, was it going to hurt, it had been a long time since she’d been deeply penetrated, was his cock going to be too big?

Jason sensed her trepidation. “Don’t worry, love. I’ll be very careful, and I won’t force you. Just relax and enjoy the sensations. If you want to stop, just say, ‘stop’, and I promise I will,”

Jean visibly relaxed, she smiled up at Jason and said, “I love you; I want you, make love to me, please.”

Jason entered her slowly, easing in a little then backing off, then easing in a little further until his cock was almost all inside her. She was very tight, and he knew she wouldn’t be able to take all of him straight away. He backed all the way out slowly, then thrust slowly back in again. Her vagina was slippery with her fluid and his own precum, and this was certainly helping him penetrate her without causing her pain, but still he saw her pupils dilate in concern every time he began a slow thrust.

Then, in a little while, she relaxed completely, as she began to get used to his girth stretching her. Far from causing her pain it was actually increasing her pleasure, and she began to push back against his thrusts and to wriggle her hips to heighten the sensations she was feeling in her pussy.

She felt her first orgasm made by Jason building deep within her, she was going to cum soon. She was used to cumming from the attention of Mia’s tongue and fingers in combination, but she didn’t remember ever cumming on a cock before. Then her orgasm peaked, it overwhelmed her, and she came, crying out loudly, “Oh shit, I’m cumming, I’m cumming, Oh God, Oh fuck.” She bucked her pelvis against him and grasped him around the hips with her thighs. She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him down to her, mashing her lips to his.

Jason had continued to thrust. He’d been struggling not to cum into her too soon. He was determined that she should come first, and when she did, he suddenly relaxed and felt his sperm spurting into her with each thrust. He gave a series of loud, wordless, groans as he emptied himself deep inside her. Before collapsing onto her body and sharing her wild kisses.

“I love you, Jean,” he said. “I’ve never felt that I belonged with anyone as much as I feel with you. I want you with me always.”

“I feel the same way,” said Jean. “It feels so right being with you, and I love the way you make love me.”

“Will you marry me, Jean?” He asked. “I know it’s a funny moment for a proposal, but it still feels right.”

“Oh, darling,” replied Jean, “I so want to say yes, yes, a hundred times yes, but I want to be sure that it is not just the emotion of our love making clouding our judgement at this moment. Will you ask me again in the cold light of day tomorrow? If you do, I’m sure that I’ll be able to give you a resounding ‘yes, please’.”

“I’ll certainly do that,” said Jason. “I know my feelings will be the same then as they are now, I want you to be my wife, I’m certain of that already. But I will confirm it tomorrow.”