Authors note.
This is the final chapter in this current series of memoirs of a shared wife.
In this chapter I detail how the physical relationship that I'd enjoyed with our special friend Dave came to an end.
In the previous chapters I recounted some of the experiences we, myself, my hubby John and our friend Dave had, as a threesome.
There were a great many more.
However our time together in that way, was limited.
We knew Dave intimately for just over two years and during that time I couldn't imagine things any other way.
Those two years were among the best of my life.
It was bliss.
And then, suddenly, late on in that second year of having Dave as a good friend and lover....along came a certain lady called Becky.
A lady who would change everything and ultimately lead to Dave becoming just a good friend.
It was early october of 2015 when we first started hearing a name that I would soon come to hate....then with acceptance....learn to love.
He met who would turn out to be his present wife, at the gym.
By that time my boyfriend had lost all of the weight he'd wanted to, and in the process, become addicted to keep fit.
He was looking very lean and healthy and perhaps even more gorgeous than when I first set eyes on him during our walking group days.
We began to notice he was talking about this lady friend called Becky...a lot.
They worked out together at the gym you see.
She was a newcomer to the gym scene, shy, nervous and very self conscious.
Dave, being familiar with the gym and all the equipment, routine etc, took her under his wing.
Becky used to be quite plump, but lost much of the weight a long time ago.
She is 2 years younger than me, a little shorter, long dark hair, hazel eyes....and very pretty.
When Dave first met her she had recently divorced.
Anyway, it wasn't long before we noticed Dave making excuses, to avoid coming out with us.
We later learned that he was seeing Becky, but didn't want to hurt our feelings, so made things up.
He knew that I was jealous of her.
Soon he was spending more time with her than with us and it was becoming clear to both myself and John that it was serious between them.
Dave, after years of sharing his friend's wife.... had himself a steady girlfriend.
I suppose it was inevitable that at some point Dave would find that someone special.
Someone he wanted to be with, alone.
Our threesome relationship, although very exciting and fulfilling for us all, had it's flaws.
I am married to John, Dave was my boyfriend.
After we had our fun....did our thing...Dave was the one who went home alone.
He had nobody to call his own.
And it's this basic fact that I at first failed to grasp, letting my jealousy block what should have been obvious to see.
So, initially I acted with hostility towards his new girlfriend.
After having a lengthy discussion with us at our house, in which Dave explained how he felt about Becky.
He tried to arrange a meeting so we could see Becky and judge for ourselves that she really was a nice person.
I flat out refused and in a childish moment stormed out of the room, quite upset.
I suppose I was panicking because I knew what was coming.
Before we knew how serious it was between them, we'd half joked with Dave about Becky joining us for a foursome.
As I say, half joking.
But Dave knew we were half serious too and he shut that idea down right away.
Telling us that Becky just wasn't that kind of girl.
'She's very private when it comes to sex.'....He'd said.
So, if we couldn't have her join us and Dave really was in love?
It was obvious what was going to happen.
I know it seems hypocritical of me to feel jealousy towards Dave's new love interest....after all I'd done.
But in my defense, my 'affairs' were with the consent of both John and Dave.
In Dave's defense....he was in love.
I suppose in a way, so were we, myself and Dave.
Oh I'm not talking about the same kind of love I feel for John, what I have with my hubby is very special.
John is my soulmate.
But I do love Dave, now as a friend and back then as a lover.
Also you have to take into account what my life had been like for the past two years prior to Becky showing up.
I'd been worshipped by both of these big, fit, virile guys.
When we were all together in harmony....oh my....words wouldn't do it justice.
Losing that is what I was afraid of, hence the hostility towards Becky.
As the weeks rolled by we saw less and less of Dave, both intimately and otherwise.
He'd taken my reaction to an 'outsider' spoiling things, badly.
What other way could anyone take it.
It was late november and we hadn't seen Dave for a whole week.
Then, out of the blue he got in touch on the phone and I apologised for my behaviour, relenting to his request that we all go for a drink together, get to know Becky.
My decision influenced by a long talk with John, who as usual could see where I was going wrong.
I'll just explain at this point that at the time this was happening I hadn't been with Dave intimately for a couple of weeks.
So yes, he had been having sex with both myself and Becky.
We'd done it several times since he'd known her, he later told us that this was before he realised how deep his feelings for her were.
Both of them had been badly hurt in the recent past and were being cautious with each other.
Anyway, we did all go out together.
We met Becky.
I must admit, as we chatted that evening in our favourite pub, it was difficult to harbour any ill will towards this woman.
My first impressions of her were very good.
She was clearly shy and nervous about meeting us but once Becky got over this, with the help of a few red wines, the conversation flowed.
There were no awkward silences, we just... clicked.
Much in the same way we had done with Dave, years previously.
Becky was clearly in love with Dave, you could see it whenever she looked at him, and he her.
My hostility towards her receded, revealing what I should have seen in the first place.
It was the right thing to do.... to let Dave go.
And that is exactly what happened....well....kind of.
It is a little more complicated than that.
It's a pity really, she didn't have a more open mind when it came to sex.
As John pointed out, after we became good friends with Becky....it would have been something quite special....the four of us together.
I must admit, I found the idea of my hubby fucking another woman right in front of me.....arousing