I was with Jane when she told her parents for the first time that she preferred girls and that she’d quit the army too. Two major life-changing events in their daughter’s reality. Now the dust has settled, her parents want to know more about the woman who stole their girl’s heart. Who is she?
For me, I like to fly under the radar and keep my lifestyle a secret from my family, well, as far as I can keep my real name out of the picture. As you know, I like to confess a little story here and there, so I have measures of separation.
I’ve now lost count of how many times Jane ended up in tears after putting down the phone when speaking with her mother. Once the hard-ass army captain who could take on anything, now reduced to someone’s little girl.
I understand how she feels. Jane is a tough woman, despite this current situation. However, her mother is stronger, or so it would seem. To get out from under her mother’s influential spells, she asked them for some alone time, just as I would have done and she’d done it without any coaching or prompting from me. I breathed a sigh of relief.
I would stand by Jane in all she wanted to do, if she wanted me to help her explain our relationship to her parents, then I would.
I never shy away from helping the people I care about most. What Jane wants, Jane gets. After all, she makes me want to be a better person.
Our lives head back toward normality as Hugo arrives on leave from the army and we both are grinning again like its Christmas. All the hardship is forgotten, and then he drops a bombshell. Well, that statement is a little over the top, but given the previous week where Jane was being pushed around, it certainly seemed like one.
My sister introduced Hugo to me for which I will always be grateful to her. Hugo is the brother of my sister estranged husband’s best friend. So, to cut a long story short, there aren’t many secrets we can keep. Sure, the fact that Hugo has many lovers is not freely known because no one who knows us really gets to see what we get up to in private. And only a select few get to know those stories.
However, his family is aware he has a girlfriend. One who he spends every moment with when he is away from the army. So, who is she? A familiar situation? You would be right to ask this question. I could feel the walls closing in, but that wasn’t all. The curiosity had stimulated a party invitation and not only that, a party staged for me, the girl who stole his heart. I was not going to dodge this bullet.
When I got over the initial shock, I kind of liked the idea. Hugo is my man for as long as he wants me. Sooner or later we’d have to think about the future and for a man in his position and upbringing that would mean marriage. Oh sh¡t, I just said it. I don’t want to be married like that. I want the alternative lifestyle marriage, where I have a husband, Hugo and a wife, Jane. Complicated? I’d say.
A dozen questions were circling around the three of us. At first, I wouldn’t entertain the invitation unless Jane was by my side, yet I would never disrespect Hugo or embarrass him in front of his family. However, Jane was going to the party and by an invitation of her own. Jane had been Hugo’s friend in the army for many years, and his family knew her well.
Of course, he wouldn’t go to a family party with two women on his arm and say, I’d like you to meet my girlfriends. Girlfriends? The both of them, are you crazy, man? His mother would surely call the local Vicar and insist on an exorcism.
After we’d calmed down, it was decided we would all go, but keep it simple and act like normal people and not the ‘throuple’ which our less than ordinary relationship had become.
But that wasn’t all.
My cell phone beeped, ‘come pick me up from the airport, I have too many bags to make it to you on my own. No surprise this time lol…’
My ex, Betty (not her real name). She’d been gone all summer on the other side of the world and was totally off my mind – out of her mind, but off my mind. She’d shared Hugo with me but had never met Jane. I was almost sure Jane wouldn’t harm her, but Betty had a way of rubbing people up the wrong way, and these two were surely going to clash.
Hugo took my phone from me where I’d sat down in the middle of the floor and read the message. “Go get her, it’ll be fine.’
I did, and when I met her, she did her usual act of kissing and groping me outside the airport just for the kicks. I put up some resistance for a few seconds and then gave in. I’d missed her, and she did look hot.
On the drive back, I let her do all the talking until we pulled into the gates back home, “I have guests so be nice.” She remained seated and silent, her way of waiting for more information. “I have my boyfriend here, and I have a steady girlfriend too, so behave yourself.”
She moved closer to my side of the car and kissed me again and then said, “you always have a steady girlfriend but none of them last.”
B¡tch. She climbed out the car and stormed into the house with me in hot pursuit. This wasn’t going to be good. Since her text message had come in, I’d been in a daze, and now it seemed too late to stop anything.
Jane was ready for her, but where was Hugo? They faced off. I’d told Jane about her and the all the things she’d done to me and I had scars to prove it. Jane would wipe the floor with her, and I tried to get between them, but I was grabbed and lifted out the way. Hugo took hold of me, “leave them to sort this out.”
We were in the kitchen, and the worktops had been cleared, the knife block was gone I noticed. I burst into tears, I couldn’t believe what was about to happen, two people I loved were about to become violent, and I’d brought it about.
“Trust me, just watch them,” he said.
I did trust him, and my panic subsided a little. He held me from behind like he does when he sneaks up on me or chases me, and I let him catch me. I was somewhat turned on. I was transfixed at the scene of Jane and Betty circling each other, no words were being exchanged, but a sense of what was about to happen or had already been decided on was playing out in front of me.
They flew at each other and the full terror of the moment hit me. I fought to free myself from Hugo’s grip, but he clung on to me tightly and whispered to stay calm and trust them.
As I’d imagined Jane had the upper hand and was soon sitting on Betty’s chest pinning her arms down. After all, she had been trained to fight. The stories she told me of her early army days both sent chills up my spine and turned me on, just like I was feeling right at this moment.
Betty’s struggle went on for another half-minute until she submitted to Jane’s superior strength. She wasn’t hurting her and as soon as the wriggle finished Jane shuffled her body off her chest and down to her waist. Fúck me, I was horny as hell at this point and willing her on.
Hugo already had my dress up above my hips and his firm, but surgical hands cupped my pantie-less seχ.
Jane leaned forward slowly in such a tease I almost shouted at her to ‘Just Do It.’ She kissed Betty and Betty kissed her back. Fúck this was the best reunion I’d ever been to.
Hugo played me like a musical instrument as we watched Jane almost rip Betty’s clothes off. As Jane’s lips were on hers again, she watched me as he bent me over the kitchen counter and fúcked me hard. I watched until Jane sat on her face and the balance was met.
I could be such a control freak sometimes, and Hugo knew it all too well, he took this one away and Jane solved the problem for me. They both knew Betty would give me a hard time and they also knew she couldn’t resist being seduced.
Betty stayed for a whole three days, which was a record for her. Usually, I’ll get two days at most. Jane had her under her thumb and I enjoyed the shift in power dealt out from my new enforcer. Betty loved it too. I have mixed feelings about her next visit, she still insists Jane is a flash in the pan. I hope not.