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Chloe’s View:
I hated him a little less each day.
I never stopped loving him. Our marriage was never in question. We were stronger than that. But the bdsm thing left a very sour taste in my mouth. He wrote me a letter of apology, which was really very sweet, but I didn’t want to give in and let him off the hook too easily. I was truly hurt. The letter also included two tickets to Puerto Vallarta, which Jack had booked just before my session with Benito. We had already scheduled the vacation time at our respective jobs. I confirmed that, yes; a vacation away would probably be a good thing.
One week later, we made love for the first time since the fight. The tension in the air was lessening. The second week was better, and the third week even better.
That said, I was not sure that I could ever forgive him. He had hurt me deeply. I needed him to truly understand my pain and not only apologize in writing, but feel it emotionally. I am not an object to be lost or won in a stupid card game. If Jack couldn’t fully grasp the errors of his ways then I would grow to resent him and his actions. It scared me. I know that if I didn’t heal, it would destroy our marriage, not just our power exchange.
It is a dominant’s job to take care of his submissive’s needs. My Dom failed me.
Jack made me feel cheap, and when I thought about what was going through his head while playing poker with Benito, I felt sick to my stomach. The adorable Jack I met at that Halloween party two years earlier wouldn’t have put me in that position. I had just broken up with my fourth boyfriend in as many years. I was starting to think maybe there was something wrong with me, but I couldn’t bring myself to settle. It’s not about being in love, it’s about being madly, crazily, wildly obsessively in love. That didn’t happen until Jack. Not even close.
He also broadened my horizons sexually, in ways I did not even know existed. None of the other men or women I had ever shared a bed with, did that. With Jack, it wasn’t orgasms; it was thunderous orgasms that took my breath away. I’d been shared once by an ex-boyfriend, but the first time Jack shared me was with a couple on Paradise Island in the Bahamas. The second time was on a weekend trip to Vegas where he paid an escort girl to give me a spanking in our hotel room. We loved it! That Christmas, we went to L.A. to see some of his friends, and he took me to a party with the Club Insomnia crowd. There was no actual sex, but I was put on display for a portion of the party as a Christmas tree with two dozen or so clamps affixed to my body as decorations. It wasn’t lost on Jack or me that being exhibited in that fashion turned my pussy into a lake.
But that was then. I couldn’t imagine that we’d ever return to a life of Master and submissive ever again.
He broke my trust and regaining it was no easy task.
Chapter 16. Puerto Vallarta
Jack’s View:
The trip to Puerto Vallarta came at the right time. It had been a month since our big fight, and a vacation would be a nice way to infuse some additional healing.
Both Chloe and I always enjoyed salt water swimming. We swam, snorkeled and did a responsible amount of sunning. It was nice to see her perfect skin get slightly darker with a tan. It was the last day of our holiday, and we were going to take a cab into the little town of Puerto Vallarta to go to an Italian restaurant named La Dolce Vita. Chloe came out of the shower and was drying herself off with a towel. She didn’t notice that I was watching her. The tan lines were there to see. Her breasts were a creamy white, along with the outline of a bikini bottom, while the rest of her was darker. There were times during the week when I kissed that body and tasted salt from the ocean, but now she was freshly showered.
I wanted to use my Dom voice to command her to come crawling to me, but I couldn’t. I was her husband, but no longer her Master. Sure I could wander up behind her and begin to nibble on her neck, and I’m sure she’d let me make love to her, but my days of taking total sexual control of her were history.
Later in the restaurant, one bottle of wine turned into two. The food was okay, about what you’d expect in a resort town in Mexico. We both agreed the trip was a much-needed break. We were flying back early the next afternoon and stepped outside for a cab around midnight. It was a warm evening with various tourists and locals milling about. We saw a taxi drive past and waved it down.
The driver was a middle-aged Mexican with broad shoulders and long sloppy hair. His English wasn’t very good, but when we told him the name of our resort, he nodded and we sped off. Chloe and I started kissing in the back seat, not unusual for us.
“I liked seeing your tan lines today,” I whispered in her ear.
“Wanna see them now?” she teased me.
Again, I found myself wishing I was her Master, so I could control the situation. Chloe pulled her own breasts out of the top of her dress, and I noticed that our driver was looking in his rear view mirror to see them. She then spread her legs, and taking my hand, she guided it right to her pussy. I pulled her undies aside and started to run my fingers along her slit. The driver now was spending as much time looking in his rear view as he was looking forward to the road ahead. Chloe took a hold of my wrist and pulled my hand away, lifting it upward toward her face.
She made sure that the driver was looking at her through the mirror when she sucked my visibly wet fingers into her mouth, slurping on my digits, making noises, tasting herself. Then I kissed my wife, a nice long slow kiss, mouth to mouth. She fed both of us her fingers while we kissed.
The driver meanwhile was starting to shimmy up and down, very rapidly, which initially we didn’t quite comprehend. Then I chuckled, and Chloe giggled. He was jerking off. He was steering with his left hand while he tugged on his meat with his right hand.
Chloe asked me a brazen question, “I know you no longer dominate me, but as my husband, do you have any objection to letting me play a little?”
“Not at all. After my fuck-up, I’d say, for the rest of this year, you can do as you please.”
I was quite surprised when Chloe suddenly started motioning for the driver to pull over onto a darkened quiet street. He did so just as she glanced over at me.
“Don’t worry,” she reassured me, “I won’t let him touch me you-know-where.”
Then my crazy wild unpredictable wife opened up the back door, and in a flash, had jumped up into the front passenger seat, her tits still popped out of her dress, bouncing in the open air. She reached across, and with her free hand, started to jerk the driver’s cock. I was laughing and shaking my head all at the same time. She looked back at me with the silliest expression on her face.
“Oh my god, this guy is hung like a freakin’ horse,” she said.
With her right hand, Chloe was stroking the Mexican who was now leaning back and enjoying what I am sure he thought was a completely bizarre American couple. He probably thought we were much drunker than in fact we were. Little did he know we weren’t drunk; we were just kinky.
Chloe kept pulling and stroking on the man’s big, thick, fat meat. Then with her free hand, she guided his hand to her breasts. She wasn’t going to let him touch her pussy, but she was going allow him to feel-up her tits. He pulled on her nipples, feeling them harden in his fingertips. His f
ingers were also thick and calloused. This was a hardworking man who must’ve felt like he’d just won the lottery.
You are completely crazy my adorable wife. Sometimes I think you’re crazier and kinkier than me. Which is probably another reason why I fucking love you so much.
Chloe’s View:
It was the last night of our vacation, and I was in a frisky mood. I think subconsciously I was intentionally pushing my luck to see if Jack would take control of me again. I don’t know. Maybe I was starting to forgive him after all.
We were taking a late night taxi from the town back to the resort. The driver looked like a Mexican drug cartel member from central casting. Jack whispered something in my ear about seeing my tan lines earlier. He never thinks I don’t notice him, but I always know when he’s watching me covertly from another room. On a total whim, I reached into my dress, with its low V-neck line, and pulled out my tits. The old Jack would have told me exactly what to do next. With the new Jack, I needed to take matters into my own hands.
I spread my legs and guided his hand to my pussy. With my free hand, I pulled aside my panties allowing his fingers access to my wanton hole. I peered up at our driver’s eyes in the rear view looking back at us. With Jack’s fingertips slick with my sluttiness, I took hold of my husband’s wrist, and guided his hand up to my mouth. I sucked his fingers into my mouth, ensuring our driver was getting a show. If he didn’t see it, which he did of course, he sure as heck heard me. I was slurping on those wet fingers like a kid eating ice cream, and moaning all the way through it.
Jack and I almost burst out laughing when we noticed the guy jerking his chicken, as they say. But then I thought, why not? Go for it dude, we’re getting crazy, why not really enjoy the moment. Next, I asked Jack’s permission to push this little scene even further. He acquiesced, still treating me with kid gloves. I motioned for the driver to pull over. There’s no way I’d ever let a random taxi driver, in a foreign country of all places, touch me, but a handjob would be harmless enough. Mostly I wanted to see if Jack would interfere, or if he truly respected my new found sexual freedom.
