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*Author’s Note*
This is just to wrap up the story. I’m not looking for votes, but I’ve run this story as far as it can go. Don’t be too tough on my ending since it’s an actual scene from my life, the real way things went between me and a girl I was very close to, or thought I was very close to. That said, thank you for reading, I hoped you enjoyed parts of it, at least. Please read some of my other stories. I have a new one in the Loving Wives category that I feel is much better written than Jamie was.
Jay
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If I thought the sex that brought us together was wild, the honeymoon took us to a whole new level. Our first night as man and wife we kept it simple, tender and full of love. We took things slow just drinking each other in. When we woke the next morning, that was when the real fun began. I’d planned a two-week long road trip up the entire west coast, but Jamie had secretly planned the sexual activities along the way. And, even though it was our honeymoon and it was supposed to be just about us, she invited “guest stars” to surprise me with at different parts of the trip.
The morning after our consummation, Jamie slipped into the bathroom before I woke up, but I was woken up to knocking at our door. It was a little too early for housekeeping to be coming by to clean our room, plus, I’d put the “Do Not Disturb” hanger on the door.
“Who the fuck is interrupting my honeymoon?” I asked out loud in frustration. I shove my glasses on my face and stagger for the door. When I open the door, Tracy is standing there in a long trench coat. “Tracy? What the fu-” she shuts me up with a kiss on the lips. I won’t lie and say my cock didn’t twitch, but I wasn’t expecting this and I hadn’t planned on any extramarital fun on this trip.
“Where’s Jamie?” she asked as she walks into the room.
“In the bathroom. Why are you here?” I asked terrified that she was sabotaging my marriage not even twenty-four hours in.
Just then the bathroom door opens and Jamie walks out naked. “Tracy! You made it!” she cries and then latches her mouth onto Tracy’s. My cock definitely began to grow.
“What the fuck is going on?” I demanded.
“You planned the trip, I planned the activities,” she said. “Tracy is our first guest on this trip. I have others.”
My head spins in confusion, but if I wasn’t mistaken, my wife just planned a honeymoon full of threesomes. Being a good husband, though, I didn’t argue and went along for the ride. We spent the rest of the morning fucking like crazy. We ordered room service for a big lunch and then took a quick nap before resuming our craziness. Tracy left us before dinner, which I was glad for since I felt like my cock was about to fall off.
The next morning we checked out bursa eskort of the hotel and began our trip up the coast. We enjoyed the scenery, pulled off to take pictures, or to find a secluded place to fuck before getting back on the road. Our next stop was in San Luis Obispo. Mostly for rest, but that was surprise number two for me. As I handled the bags, Jamie supposedly checked us in, but in reality was just picking up the spare key. When we got to the room, Meagan was waiting for us on the large bed in nothing but sexy, black lingerie. You can imagine what happened from there.
The trip continued similarly. After a night and full day of sex and a date with two beautiful women, we continued our trip heading north, staying the night in Monterey. I welcomed the night of just being the two of us. I took her out to a romantic dinner; we walked on the beach and even fucked there in the moonlight. I enjoyed it more than I expected since I hate the sand. After that we drove up to San Francisco and enjoyed a day of sightseeing, took a tour of Alcatraz. We were tempted to sneak away somewhere to get a quickie in, but it wasn’t the most comfortable of places and there was too much security in the place, so we saved it for the hotel room.
We spent an extra day in San Fran before moving up the coast again. But that was because of surprise number three. Jamie had a friend fly up from Santa Barbara. I’d met her a few times and always thought she was attractive. Jamie obviously noticed me checking her out in the past and decided to fulfill a fantasy for me. Jamie is such a wonderful wife, even better than she was a girlfriend or fiancée.
We stayed in a couple smaller towns on our way up through the rest of California and into the Oregon. Those four nights were spent as just the two of us, which I enjoyed even more than adding a friend. But, the closer we got to Vancouver, Washington, the more we anticipated seeing Camille again. I won’t deny that that was the highlight of our trip. Due to their work schedules, we didn’t get to see them together until the weekend, aside from our first day there since they both took the day off of work. We enjoyed a day checking out the town and went out to dinner. Michael seemed nervous, but Jamie quickly put him at ease with some personal attention. That night we fucked out own spouses alongside each other, but after that, Michael seemed warmed up to the idea of fucking Jamie, so he relinquished my cousin to me. We even separated for the rest of the night. Michael and Jamie shared a bed while Camille and I took their oversized, plush couch in the living room.
The rest of our time there was mostly spent in threesomes with either me fucking Camille and Jamie or me and Michael fucking Jamie in turn. bursa escort bayan Our last night, however, Michael surprised us by coming home early. Jamie was already passed out from a full day of sexual activity, but Camille and I were making out on the couch, still fully naked, while the television played a sitcom that I can’t remember. Michael joined in and we fucked Camille like crazy until Jamie woke up. Michael was excited to see her, so he left his wife and took Jamie into the bedroom. Camille laughed and then continued on as if he’d never come home.
After a week spent with Camille and Michael, yes we did visit the rest of my family in Washington as well, it was hard to say goodbye, but we both had to be back at work the next week and we had a flight to catch in Seattle. We said our goodbyes, I shook Michael’s hand and gave him a hug thanking him for allowing us to stay with them; he thanked me for sharing my wife with him. I promised we’d be back again in the future. Camille and Jamie shared a tender kiss goodbye, but nothing near what me and Camille shared. I loved her almost as much as Jamie, and I didn’t care who knew it…aside from our parents of course.
“I love you,” she said.
“I love you, too, cousin,” I said and kissed her one last time before we got in the car and drove away. We were both nearly in tears, neither of us wanting to leave them. But, we were also excited to begin our life together as a married couple.
When we returned, Jamie surprised me once again, but not with a surprise guest. She announced that she wanted to start trying to have kids. So, she went off the pill and in a few short months, our first child was on his way. We named him Curt, in honor of my father who passed away a few years ago, and he grew up to look an awful lot like him. We had two more children after Curt, whom we gave the middle name of Theodore after Jamie’s father; Lily Anne and Benjamin Michael after my brothers. Ben’s name was chosen because he was my closest brother and Michael’s name was chosen because he and Jamie had been very close growing up, and would have dated if their timing hadn’t been off.
“Jason!” Jamie’s voice breaks through to me one day, years later. I’d been staring off into space like I tend to do when I think about her. But when my eyes finally see her, she looks different; younger, like the girl I’d picked up in Tennessee. “Where’d you go?” she laughs as I realize we’re dancing. She wore a gorgeous full-length, blue dress that hugged her body spectacularly. We’re at the reception of her youngest sister’s wedding. Shit.
“Huh? I’m sorry, I guess I spaced out there for a minute,” I say glumly.
“Are you okay?” she asks, her pretty smile showing amusement. görükle escort
“Um, I’m not sure. Can we talk?” I ask nervously. This is who I really am; a nervous, introvert who has a hard time telling girls how he feels about them; especially gorgeous girls like Jamie. I’ve been in love with her for half my life and have never told her. But, I’m changing that right now.
“Sure,” she says warmly and we find an empty table to sit at and talk. “What’s up?” she asks.
I stare at her for a few seconds before I continue; I have a bad feeling about how this will turn out but a small part of me holds onto hope and scolds me for being a pussy.
“I know a while back I’d told you that when we were younger I’d had feelings for you,” I start.
“You never told me that!” she says, shocked
I hesitate with my mouth hanging open. “I did, but that’s beside the point. The thing is, Jamie, I never really stopped liking you,” I tell her.
“Seriously?” she asks, completely shocked.
How she’s the only one who couldn’t tell, I have no idea, but I set that thought aside and go on. “Yeah, I’ve always been crazy about you. Even when we were younger and our age gap wouldn’t have been appropriate.”
“Wow, well, I’m glad you told me. I mean, for a while it was you I was crazy about but then your brother and I grew closer,” she says and my heart sinks. I kinda knew this was what would happen. “But, wow, I guess I don’t know how to respond to that,” she says.
I know it means she doesn’t feel the same way. I sigh and say, “You don’t have to say anything, because I know no matter what happens, we’ll still be friends. I care about you and our friendship a lot, and that will never change.”
“I care a lot about you too, Jason. I’m sorry I don’t feel the same way. You’re a great guy,” she adds.
I wish she hadn’t said that. I hate when I’m told I’m a great guy when being rejected. I wish it would be followed up with a, “But you’re just not cute enough” or “But you’re a little too chubby for me” or something other than just “You’re a great guy.”
I reach into my back pocket and pull out a folded piece of paper and hand it to her.
“You know, the last guy to give me a letter was your brother,” she says, twisting the knife a little more.
“It’s not a letter,” I tell her. “It’s a poem, actually. I wrote it just for you.”
Her face brightens a little. “That’s very sweet. No one has ever written me a poem before.”
“Well, I’m glad I can be your first then,” I say and then stand up. She stands too and hugs me tightly and for a long time.
“I’m sorry,” she says.
“It’s okay,” I reply, choking back tears and trying to force down the knot in my throat. I wish I could slip back into my fantasy coma where we’re a happily married couple who explores their sexuality together. But, reality for me is never as good as I imagine it could be. When we end the embrace, I walk out of the reception hall and find my mother and brother heading for the car. I join them and go home, still alone.