I'd been divorced for six months when Jamie and I met. She was 34, twelve years my junior, and beautiful in a girl next door way. Her long and wavy sandy brown hair framed a pretty face beset with gorgeous hazel eyes and a warm inviting smile.
We met at the pool at Sport and Health. I was training for a triathlon and she was taking a water aerobics class. Our eyes met several times after her class ended and when I ran into her in the lobby I asked her out for a cup of coffee.
She was the first woman I had actually asked out after my divorce, though I had used tinder a few times for random hookups. Those had been mostly unfulfilling and I'd recently deleted the app from my phone when I met Jamie.
Her inner beauty matched her physical beauty. She was warm and giving. She was fun, funny and playful and our initial cup of coffee morphed into a very close friendship.
I liked her a lot and we soon began to date regularly but we both wanted to take it slow. I was hesitant to open myself up after my messy divorce and Jamie wrestled with her own demons.
It was a month before we made love and it was an intense moment for both of us. We had a connection that transcended the physical and the emotional. It was spiritual. She intuitively knew what I wanted and I knew exactly what she wanted at any given moment. She climaxed several times from my fingers and mouth and then she came over and over as my cock thrust into her tight, wet pussy. It was, in my eyes, a defining life moment and I knew then that I was in love.
Six months after we started dating Jamie moved in with me. We still hadn't tried to define our relationship and we hadn't become monogamous but we had both repeatedly professed our love for each other.
I had never felt so close or so in tune with another person. I couldn't imagine my life without her and she felt the same way about me but she continued to see other men with my blessing.
It was a strange dynamic but it worked for us. I had no desire to see other women but the option was open to me if I chose.
Jamie had been hurt when she was young and an open relationship was her defense against being hurt again. She assured me that she loved me and she was able to compartmentalize sex and love better than anyone I'd ever met. I wanted to grow old with her and she wanted the same but only on her terms. That had bothered me at first but it became oddly normal in time. Most of the other guys, and the occasional girl, that she hooked up with were one night stands but she had one steady guy other than me. They had been friends since college. She didn't love him but they did fuck several times a month. He filled a need that I couldn't and I learned to accept it.
I'd sworn after my divorce that I'd never get married but after six months I'd started to reconsider my stance. When I asked Jamie to spend her life with me she accepted but she insisted that I meet her other guy.
I met Carl for the first time shortly before my 1 year anniversary with Jamie. I had been curious about him since the beginning but she had resisted my pleas to meet him initially because she wanted to keep her "just sex" world separate from her "true love" world.
Carl was not what I expected though I don't know why. I'd seen tinder pictures of some of the men she hooked up with and she truly had no defined type. They were all colors, shapes and sizes and they spanned all age groups and socioeconomic categories.
Carl was an average looking guy. He was under six feet tall and reasonably fit. He had a muscular body but a bit of a belly. He had a nondescript face and a smooth, bald head. He was a dark skinned man of African descent and wore thin rimmed glasses making him look somewhat nerdy but he had a commanding presence and an air of supreme confidence.
I wasn't sure what would happen when we met but I was surprisingly open for anything. Jamie and I had one previous threesome with a girl she met online and it had been an amazing experience. She didn't hook up with girls often and I had been content to mostly watch them together but watching my love have a body shaking orgasm while another woman licked her clit was everything I'd dreamed it would be.
We met Carl at his house and I found it slightly unnerving being on his turf, but Jamie made sure to make me feel loved. She held my hand and looked into my eyes. She smiled warmly and kissed me softly, and eventually my angst disappeared.
Carl made us a fine dinner and we drank a few good bottles of wine before we moved to the living room. He put on some music and we talked for more than an hour but it was hard for me to ignore the elephant in the room. Jamie sensed my uneasiness and she continued to focus her energy on me to quell my fears.
Carl had a deep but silky smooth voice that calmed my nerves a little but it was also clear that he was a man who was used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted it. He had spent six years as an officer in the Marines. He had risen quickly through the ranks and I could see why.
We'd been at his house for three hours when Carl stood up and pulled off his shirt. Jamie squeezed my hand and looked into my eyes. I felt scared and timid, which was not normal for me, but she told me she loved me and pressed her soft lips against mine. Her tongue dipped playfully into my mouth and she purred softly making me feel like the luckiest man alive.
Carl looked at Jamie and his dark eyes narrowed. A lump formed in my throat and my pulse quickened.
"Where do you belong?" He asked her in a deep, firm tone. Her hand squeezed mine and then she let go as she rose to her feet with her eyes cast at the floor. She had warned me that Carl was very dominant and she'd explained that was a big part of their relationship. He filled a need that I couldn't.
In everyday life I was an alpha male. I was confident and self assured but in bed I was sometimes passive and often submissive. Jamie was the opposite. In everyday life she was laidback and easy going but sexually she was demanding, confident and domineering. She gave direction and often took charge but I could tell by her mannerisms that with Carl she was very submissive.
She stopped in front of him and he nodded. "Good girl. Take off your clothes," he ordered and she quickly obeyed, leaving them in a pile beside her feet.
"Jeremy, I understand your reservations. Jamie and I are just friends and have been for a long time. I am not a threat to your relationship," he assured me. "She has told me many times how much she loves you. What she and I share is just sex. It is physical but it is very raw and powerful. If you can not handle that you may leave now. Otherwise your place is beside her." He pointed to Jamie and I breathed deep to stop my angst.
My head was spinning and my heart was racing. I rose to my feet and moved slowly to her side. Her soft hand clutched mine and she squeezed it firmly. The warmth of her touch was comforting and I felt incredibly close to her.
"I love you," she said sweetly and I felt my heart swell.