Jacqui and Heidi (aka Jekyll and Hyde)
A tale of two females as told to Curt Bruch and Julie Van
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Chapter One - How it all began
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I never knew that when I married my sweetheart that I had in fact married two different persons, not that it was apparent at the beginning of our marriage. For sure, there may have been signs when we were dating that all was not entirely normal but given my limited experiences with the opposite sex I really had nothing to make comparisons of what was normal and what was not. If I had sensed anything not quite right at any time I would have put such behaviour down to the scant knowledge I had that sometimes, especially at a certain time of the month, that the female of the species could be a little cranky and a tad unreasonable to deal with. Such was my innocent ignorance and, oh my, how things have turned out now after so many years down the line.
I wouldn't have said that Jacqui was a 'wild child' but she certainly had an independent streak to her nature and that was one of the things that attracted me to her. She had a certain reputation and there were some rumours swirling around as to things she was purported to have got up to plus gossip of the way-out behaviour that was whispered of her families' life style. None of these things bothered me; they just made her more desirable in my eyes.
We wed when she was in her early twenties with me being a few years older. I didn't suspect at the time that maybe she had a 'daddy complex' but, in retrospect, it became clear she certainly felt more comfortable being with men more mature in years than herself. I guess in her eyes I fell into that category.
Having said that, Jacqui was, and still is, forever young. I don't know what her ancestors consumed to prime the family gene pool but she never seems to age in pace with her years and it has often proved an embarrassment whenever the question of her age has arisen.
For example, in her late 20's, after we were married, she went back at her high school to deliver a talk and was called out for not having a hall pass by a relatively new teacher who thought she was a student. He didn't believe her, took her to the principal's office and was sufficiently mortified to find out she was the day's speaker!
I recall that about 7, 8 years ago when arranging to rent a car the agent wanted proof she was 25 before signing up to drive the rental. Another time we were in a lounge in NYC and she was carded for being underage to be served alcohol; she was 38!
And so it goes on, suffice to say that my Jacqui looks forever young.
When we married, let's just say Jacqui was very cooperative whenever I suggested anything. She made no protest when I said I'd like us to sleep nude; she didn't baulk at the idea of giving oral sex, indeed she surprised me that she was very good at oral sex. She pandered to my idea that she should wear sexy, but not slutty, clothes. I was to discover that there was a reason she was so compliant.
We both loved sex and I was constantly impressed that often whenever I returned home from work I would find her naked and before I had even had time to put down my briefcase that she would be begging me to fuck her. It was wonderful and I felt blessed to have such a willing partner who never tired of the games that we used to play. It was in our quieter moments that I probed her to find out where this love of sex came from and, hey, what's all this 'naked thing' about?
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As in the best romantic movies, I met Jacqui almost by chance and had I not accepted an invitation from an old buddy (who was soon to be retiring from the military) and with whom I had served then none of what I now relate would have happened.
I was in the Navy, an Engineer, a 'SeaBee' no less, and my buddy and me had enjoyed some great carousing times when we had served overseas. Intrigued by his invitation I put in for a long weekend pass as he had suggested and looked forward to 3 days of doing the rounds and carrying out sorties to a variety of clubs, bars or other spots where we might meet friendly females.
Full of expectation I drove down from my base in Rhode Island to where he lived to be shocked and little dismayed when he announced, "sorry pal, no can do" and to discover that my pal, my buddy, had asked me down not for a bar-hopping weekend but to tell me that he had gotten engaged and to ask if would I be best man at the wedding in a few months time!
I had no hesitation in accepting the honour but have to say as far as I was concerned that the weekend was a bit of a washout as he spent most of the time with his fiancΓ©e and I was pretty much left on my own.