Jae and Jade - the Beginning

This series of stories follows Jake and Jade, an English couple happily married for over two decades. The stories start with their youth, and continue to the present day. Any similarities to actual people, living or dead, is completely coincidental...or is it? A quick note about me. I was born and raised in the US, and although I would love to someday, I have never traveled to the UK. With a little help from some Brits I know, and my studies of British cultural anthropology (Monty Python, Dr. Who), I will throw in a smattering of the UK vernacular. If you happen to be from the UK, please forgive any noticeable stumbles. I will do my best to be better than amateurish but will make no guarantees.

Jake was methodical and precise even as a youth. By age fourteen, after the passing of his father, he dropped out of school and turned his fascination with small engines and automobiles into the financial support his family needed to survive. This early act of necessity and utility grew into a career as a light vehicle engineer. Jade had always loved art in her youth, but her first venture into the work world was as a Saturday worker in a hair salon. She learned quickly that she loved cutting hair and this became her professional passion.

Both had come from working class London families. Hers was a little more liberal and open-minded in their approach to family and child rearing. His was more conservative leaning, with a more traditional family approach. It was not quite the Capulets and Montagues, but they did experience very different childhoods. In the end though, as with the most famous lovers in modern literature, their differences paled in the face of their undying love. And like many young lovers, their relationship started with a healthy dose of fluttering stomachs and physical attraction.

As young teenagers they were aware of each other at school, but the real connection wasn't made until the day they both attended the birthday party of a mutual friend. Jade saw Jake first, standing with his back to her across the garden. He let out a hearty laugh while standing in a circle of friends, and she was struck by its warmth and its depth. The butterflies started when she took in his tall, strapping frame. He was broad shouldered and wore a short sleeved shirt that showed off the sturdy and well defined arms of one who knows hard work -- or spent a fair amount of time in the gym. Embarrassed by the butterflies she was feeling, she turned away abruptly and headed inside to see if they needed help in the kitchen.

Jake noticed the interested gaze of one of his friends, standing across from him in the circle. He turned to see what the friend was gazing at and it immediately became clear. Her slender form moved with grace, swaying the long skirted white party dress as she walked, and the sun shone on the sandy brown hair falling across her shoulders as she retreated into the house. He didn't know why but felt like he was being drawn to follow. It was subtle, and it might have been easily ignored another time, but today for some reason he felt a strong need to follow. He had no idea where it would lead or what he would even say if they came face to face. He crossed the stone pavers, skipped up the few steps onto the back porch and awkwardly stopped short in the open door to the kitchen. Jade was there, just a table length away. She looked up, startled, at the same time her face registering recognition and surprise. Jake thought that was odd considering they had not spoken, and he felt like he had broken some rule just by being there. Rules be damned he could not pull his gaze away from her eyes, gold-flecked brown and glowing with intelligence and a little attitude.

After Jade recovered her composure, she responded with a firm and unabashed stare to answer his...and then came her butterflies again. The silence was deafening and she finally awkwardly broke it. "Can I help you with something?" She didn't TRY to sound annoyed but that was how it came out.

He stammered at first, taken off guard by her apparent annoyance, but stammering was not really his thing. After a beat he sensed the awkwardness she was feeling, and with as much confidence as a lanky fourteen year old could muster, he replied, "Yeah, you can. I'd like to talk with you for a while." It was straight forward, confident and with a hint of a grin, and it was all she needed to let her guard down.

"So," she quipped, "what do you want to talk about?"

That was the beginning. The beginning of a long, occasionally bumpy, usually lusty, always interesting and always loving relationship. They dated through her secondary school years, and shortly after her graduation they were married. He was well established by then, having spent his teenage years earning a living and growing his expertise in auto mechanics. In addition to providing for his family, he had managed to save enough to give them a modest start. They purchased a small home on a nice sized lot, a few miles off the beaten path. And although it had great potential, the main reason they were able to afford it was the fact that it was in need of a significant amount of work.

One of the many projects they knew they would tackle in the new home was the garden. Gnarly vines overwhelmed a leaning trellis that was gray with age and neglect. Stone pavers were tipped and cracked and the joints between them burgeoned with weeds. And on this cloudless and crisp spring morning, they made their plans and dug into their first big home project. The first few days were going to be filled with toiling, heavy work.

They talked as they toiled. Both were experiencing the giddy feeling and satisfaction of working side by side on their new home. They had been together for several years, but were still learning new things about each other every day. The willingness to share their thoughts and grow together was the foundation of their happiness. As frequently happened, their conversation turned to sex. Jake had asked previously what some of Jade's favorite fantasies were, and she had shared some of the more tame ones: sex in public places, being tied up or blindfolded, dabbing whipped cream on sensitive spots and the like were her common answers. But she always held something back from these conversations. There were deeper and darker fantasies that she kept only to herself.

Hidden in the dark recesses of her mind were fantasies like being taken against her will, being coerced by someone in a position of power, and the one that turned her on more than any of the others, being fucked by another man while Jake watched. This one always brought her off quickly when she was pleasuring herself. It was her favorite, but she really felt it was too dark to share with her new husband. Although she had never intentionally stoked his temper, she did fear that sharing something like that might set him off. Her good sense had kept that naughty, dark fantasy hidden from him for all this time, until today.

They were hours into their project and into their conversation, and they had shared many of their fantasies, when Jake asked a dangerous question: 'What is your favorite fantasy...that you have never told me about?' And now she had a dilemma. It was one thing to avoid the topic in response to general questions, but now he had asked her a very specific question, putting her in a precarious position. She could boldly lie to him, but she had never lied to him before and never wanted to. She could refuse to answer, but that might make him feel untrusted or like she was hiding things from him. Or, she realized, she could be honest with him, and risk the consequences. This one decision would prove to be a turning point in their young relationship.

After a great deal of cajoling, and Jake was a great cajoler, she finally gave in. Perhaps it was his repeated promise that whatever it was it would not make him angry. Perhaps it was that he was more likely to be hurt by her NOT telling him, than be hurt by hearing it. It was, after all, just a fantasy. So, after a long and nerve wracking pause, Jade finally said the words out loud, "I have this fantasy to be fucked by another guy while you watch."

Silence followed...

And then more silence...

Jake's breathing grew deeper. He did that when he was struggling to maintain control, or when he was about to lose it. And then he lost it. Without a word he threw the spade to the ground where it clanged loudly on the loose pavers. He turned his back on her and stomped away, slamming the screen door behind him in anger. He stalked into the living room and plopped down in front of the tele, fingering the remote without thinking to power up some mind numbing TV. There was an auto race being televised, which would normally snare his attention and hold him captive for hours. Just now he stared through the TV to some distant place a thousand meters away.

He did not notice Jade enter, or the loud spring loaded clack of the screen door as it closed behind her, or her passing by him to mount the stairs to the bedroom. Once there she decided she needed a shower. She was hot and sticky and her muscles ached from the day's work. And maybe the streaming water would bring some distraction that would ease her mind and help her figure out how to fix this problem that she (he?) had created.

As hoped the shower did distract her. It was warm and the stream was strong and it washed over her hair and her face, getting a little in her mouth, which she realized she liked for some reason. She reached for the soap and soon was lost in the sensation of her hands slipping smoothly over her skin. Her sweat and her tension, along with the dirt of the garden, were washed away and down the drain. With her eyes closed she ran her soapy hands over her strong thighs, the swell of her apple shaped ass, around the curve of her hips and across her taut tummy. They lingered there while she thought about his anger. She heard in her head again the very distinctive clang of the spade hitting the stone. She recalled the stone-like look in his eyes as he turned away and stormed off. She recalled the thing that brought them to that dangerous precipice...the fantasy.

Subconsciously her hands started sliding up her body as she thought about another man's hands on her. They reached her breasts and her fingers opened wide to cup them, two soapy nipples protruding between splayed fingers as she squeezed and caressed herself. Time meant nothing to her as she became lost in this alternate reality. She got goosebumps and her nipples hardened suddenly, as if from a cool breeze, and then she felt strong firm hands grasping her hips, and a long rigid rod nesting itself in the crevice of the cheeks of her arse.

It had taken Jake all of 5 seconds to lose his cool and storm out of the garden. Now sitting in his comfy arm chair he could hear the TV droning on, but it did not really register. The words she had spoken continued to ring like a clanging bell in his ears for the next several minutes. He still could not believe she had said that. He could not believe she wanted that. She wanted to cheat on me. She wanted to get fucked like a whore by another guy while he watched? Was he not enough? Was he not good enough? Not large enough? They were practically newlyweds. After this shocking development, he couldn't help but wonder where they would be in five years... ten years. Divorced? All these thoughts coursed through his brain in a flood, and he realized, much to his surprise, that blood was coursing through the veins of his uncomfortably hard cock.

Now he was growing even more angry, unable to control even his own urges. He needed to put an end to this right now. He decided to confront her and set her straight. He marched purposefully up the stairs and into the bathroom, where he could hear the tinkle of falling water from the shower. Then he saw her in the shower, naked, smooth, slippery with soap. Her hands caressed the curves of her young, lithe body. Her eyes were closed and she grasped her firm, round B-cup breasts. She was pinching and pulling on her sensitive, pink, eraser-shaped nipples. A low moan escaped her lips and it became too much for him to bear.

In the span of a heartbeat he made a decision. He quickly dropped his trousers and pushed his underwear to the floor. He kicked them aside as his aching hard on bobbed up and down in front of him. In one smooth motion he pulled the shirt over his head and he was walking into the shower. If she wanted to be a whore with another man, he could treat her like a whore. He would take his pleasure from her like a whore.

He grasped her hips with both hands and let her feel his need pressing into the crevice between her ass cheeks. He pulled her hard against his hips, directing his hard prick to probe her tight arse forcefully. Jake had fucked her bum before, he loved bum sex, but they had always taken their time so he didn't hurt her. That was not his intention at this moment.

She yelped in surprise and in pain, but before she could protest, he had turned her forcefully to face him. Grasping her wrists he lifted them above her head, then forced her down until her knees hit the tiles of the shower floor. His engorged penis was inches in front of her face, and she opened her mouth to voice a protest to the rough treatment. With a quick thrust of his hips and a forceful pull on her wrists he was buried deep in her mouth, silencing any complaint or resistance. The warm water of the shower cascaded down his body and filled her mouth as she sucked him, struggling to breathe through his very thick cock and the water. He was so fucking turned on by her lewd fantasy and the way she was touching herself in the shower, he knew he wouldn't last long in her mouth.

In a snap he had pulled her to her feet, released her wrists, and reached down to grasp her by the hips like a pair figure skater. With the technique of someone who knew how to lift heavy weights, Jake pushed her up toward the ceiling, her back sliding against the wall tiles. To stop herself from slipping back down Jade's knees came to rest on top of Jake's shoulders. Her clean shaven mound was right in front of his face and she knew in an instant what he was going to do. She loved getting oral, but it was so sudden and forceful and she was fearful of falling from this height and getting hurt on the hard tile floor. Before she could think another thought his mouth was on her, his tongue quickly finding its way up into her wet hole. He was taking her, fast and hard and without her consent. She wanted to shout at him, unleashing her anger, but an involuntary moan escaped her lips as his tongue found her clit and flicked over it demandingly. Her fingers intertwined in his short cropped black hair, pulling his face now harder against her sex. Her hips were thrusting at him as she rode his tongue, getting closer to orgasm. Her short, sudden breaths told him she was almost there, and he withdrew his tongue and dropped her back down to her feet.

Before she could protest he spun her around and pushed her upper back down, bending her over. Her back was arched and her lovely peach-shaped bum was thrust out at him. Her hands reached for support against the slick wall tiles as he grasped her hips and crouched to line himself up behind her. Her pussy was so wet and when the head of his cock found its way to the edge of her opening, he thrust deep inside her with abandon. He was going to give her the fuck of a lifetime now. On each hard thrust he was jolting her body forward, and the strength of her arms was all that was keeping her head from hitting the shower wall. She was confused and she was frustrated, but she was getting SO turned on. The animal emotions, the sudden penetration, and the way he was using her for his own pleasure was brutal and selfish. She should be angry but instead she was getting close to coming again. Would he let her come this time? She tried to control her breathing and her wanton moans but it was a struggle. She feared that if he knew she was getting there he would stop again.

As if reading her mind and trying to defeat her climax he suddenly stopped, and her building orgasm started to subside again. He was buried all the way to his balls in her sweet, tight hole. And he started in with long, slow, full strokes. He withdrew until just the bulbous pink tip of his engorged member was still inside her. Then he slowly and deliberately pushed all the way in. In and out he went, slowly, maddeningly, his iron grip on her hips dictating the pace and not allowing her free movement. He was going to take his pleasure from using her, and she could finger herself later if she wanted to get off. At that moment it was like a light was turned on in a previously dark room. That thought really stirred him, and he suddenly felt his climax approaching.

He didn't understand it but he couldn't deny that this entire episode was totally hot for him. Even the fantasy of her having another man, in front of him, drove him wild with jealousy...and LUST. And now the thought of her fingering herself, desperately needing to come, while he watched... Oh God, he was starting to come. He pulled her hips back hard against his pelvis and at the same time he drove forward. In his strong hands her bottom was just a tool he was manipulating on his cock. He exploded inside her, and fireworks went off in his head. He was dizzy and literally saw stars as his body emptied the pent up anger and jealousy and lust and SEMEN that was bottled up inside him into her needy cunt. And now that it was over, there would be a reckoning...

As he released her Jade didn't know what to think or feel. She had never seen him like that before. She had seen him angry, but not like that, not at her. And now she was left aching. Her body ached from being tossed about in the shower. Her pussy ached from the pounding he had given her, but also that deep, needy ache to come. And her heart ached at the thought of what would become of them after this.