My wife Jill is the most compassionate and giving person I have ever met. It also doesn't hurt that she is a beautiful blonde who just oozes sensuality. She is successful in everything she does while still putting the needs of others above her own. Jill and I have been married for 13 years and have a wonderful relationship. Jill loves all kinds of sex and will try anything at least once, which is one reason our love life has stayed so fresh. But what she did a year ago goes way beyond the good wife syndrome and almost into sainthood.
Chloe has been my wife's best friend for over 20 years. Those who meet Chloe for the first time are dazzled by her beauty, for she is a stunning leggy brunette with a firm abdomen and a tight ass that comes from hours of working out at the gym. Her breasts are not quite as pert as they once were, but they are soft and large and beg to be fondled. And coupled with a killer body is the face of an angel with a smile that will melt the coldest heart. Women hate her for her looks and feel threatened by her; but once they get to know her they are taken aback by her sense of wonder and innocence. It is then that they realize she is no threat to them. Like Jill, she is a sweet and loving woman who rarely if ever utters a mean word. It is just not in her character.
Chloe is a free spirit, and definitely marches to the beat of a different drummer. Once you get to know her it is this quirkiness that makes her so interesting and fun to be around. Her life has never really had any direction, at least none that Chloe had planned. Jill, on the other hand, is a strong minded woman who always knows what she wants, and knows how to achieve her goals. So as it has turned out, Chloe life has been patterned after my wife's. Because they are kindred spirits, this has worked out pretty well for both of them.
Jill got an apartment and Chloe became her roommate. Jill got a job as a belly dancer at a national theme park and Chloe followed suit. Jill studied massage therapy and Chloe again followed suit. Jill went to college to study art and Chloe enrolled in the same program a year later. They were so close and so much in tune with each other that at those rare times when they were just too busy to deal with boyfriends; they experimented with a little girl-on-girl sex. Neither had ever done it before nor after with any other woman, but for them it was the right time in their lives, they loved it and they didn't have to deal with men. They took care of each other in every possible way.
I would have given anything to have seen those raving beauties, in their early twenties licking, sucking and fucking each other; every part of their bodies in a highly charged erotic state; tongues, fingers, and a wide assortment of toys exploring every one of their orifices. Their encounters building to such an intensity that they would literally go at it for hours and stop only when they were too sore to continue or ready to pass out. I knew about this relationship, because on occasion, Jill will ask me if I want to hear one of her little stories. Several of her hottest tales involved Chloe, about whom, I must admit, I have had numerous sexual fantasies. Jill then goes into graphic details about one of their real or imagined sexual escapades, knowing full well that after 10 or 15 minutes of this kind of talk, I literally attack her there on the spot and we will continue our sexual antics thrashing around the house until we finally wind up in our bed, or as close as we can get to it, hot, sweaty, both of us covered in our juices and totally satisfied.
However, unlike Jill one thing that Chloe never found was a good man. As long as I have known her she has always dated losers, when I'm sure that she could have had almost any man she desired. And every one of her relationships always ended in the same painful manner. As I found out later that pain was physical as well as mental. Months would go by with Chloe showing no hint or desire for the sexual companionship of any male. After this 'period of cleansing', Chloe would sink into a depression and a combination of loneliness and her inability to satisfy her strong sexual cravings, would lead her back to her old habits with the same type of men.
It was only later did I realize why she was drawn to these bottom feeders. It is strange how your first sexual encounters have so much to do with the sexual being you turn out to be. Unfortunately, Chloe had a number of abusive relationships starting with her first sexual partner in high school. He was older and she was afraid to say anything to anybody about the pain he inflicted upon her. He especially liked rough sex, and this is where Chloe began to associate pain with the pleasure of sex. Chloe was blessed or cursed with the ability to achieve an orgasm very rapidly. So while her boyfriend was savagely ravaging her and using her as his personal fuck toy, with no thought for her feelings, she endured his punishment while experiencing multiple orgasms. Being young and inexperienced, so began her subconscious association between pain and sexual release.
When he was through with her, he let his friends know about his 'toy' and one after another they would begin what appeared a normal relationship with her and her spirits would be lifted thinking that she had found herself a decent man. But they always wound up treating her in the same savage fashion and dumping her.
After a number of relationships like that, Chloe began to believe that this was how love was supposed to be and she was drawn to men who would basically treat her like shit. Unfortunately, with each new man, she was exposed to a new variety of fetishes and soon she developed numerous fetishes herself, most of which involved S&M, bondage, group sex, and anything related to the rough sex or rough partners she had been exposed to. Chloe became a woman of the most unusual sexual urges and desires. Again, her innocence belied the kinky woman beneath.
She reached a point in her life where she doubted the possibility of ever having a normal relationship with a nice guy. She assumed that she would either disgust them with the kind of perversity she now needed to fulfill her sexual needs or she would have to bury those baser desires and settle for a truly unfulfilling sexual existence. The longer this went on, the more she lost the feeling of any type of self confidence or self-worth when it came to men. Jill knew about Chloe's personal life and nothing she said made her feel any better about herself and so she watched as Chloe's personal life fell into a seemingly endless pattern of abusive behavior with each new relationship. There were times Jill was worried that Chloe would do something rash and at those times she kept an especially close eye on her.
Hugh, the last man that Chloe was seeing had been especially mean and vicious and Jill and I received a call late one night informing us that Chloe had been rushed to the emergency room. When we got there, the doctor told us that if a neighbor hadn't called 911, this bastard would have killed her. The police told her not to go home until they found Hugh, who they informed her had been in prison for attempted murder and had numerous outstanding arrest warrants out against him.
What she needed now was loving care and security, so we took her home with us to recuperate. We have a large home in a quiet area with lots of land, and a private patio and pool. A perfect place to forget the cares of the world. And then there was Douglas, our 4 year old Golden Retriever who loved Chloe and provided some much needed unconditional love.
A few weeks later the police responded to a carjacking and the thief tried to outrun them. During a high speed chase, the car careened around a corner and plowed through the railing of a bridge, plummeting into the river. When the body was later retrieved, it turned out to be Hugh. He would never hurt Chloe again and there would be no trial to dredge up the past. This sordid portion of her life was over. A great load had been lifted off of her shoulders and we all felt in the mood for a celebration that evening. We had a wonderful meal, some fine wine, lively conversation and it looked like we had the old Chloe back with us. Even Douglas sensed the change.
Chloe stayed with us for two months until she was well enough to go home, however, Jill couldn't stand to see her friend go back to her home and her old lifestyle and asked me if it would be okay if Chloe moved in with us. Maybe we could give her a chance to start fresh and break her cycle of abuse. I had come to love Chloe as much as Jill did and I eagerly agreed with her. Our house had a separate guest suite, so Chloe would have her own section of the house where she had her privacy when she needed it and our company when she wanted it.
So we proceeded to move Chloe's things into her new home. She loved her new living arrangements, her life seemed to be getting back to normal and for the first time in way too many years Chloe began to feel good about herself. I'd like to think that being around Jill and I was having a calming effect on her. With Chloe living in our home, she became a part of our family.
As I said, Jill is a compassionate and giving person and touch is very important to both of us and we extended this affection to Chloe. Greeting each other at the door with a kiss on the cheek, snuggling on the couch watching TV or a sharing a hug just because it feels good, that is the way we all treated each other.
Another few months went by and we all settled into a nice routine and Chloe seemed to be bouncing back. There were the occasional crying jags which helped to purge herself of her demons, but Jill or I were usually able to help her through them.
