Finally, A Happy Ending

This is a long one. A woman's journey into the world of cuckoldry.

Life is funny sometimes. Sometimes we get caught up in our own little world, we lose track of the real world that the little one lives in. We start to believe our own selfish reasoning. I guess the funny part is how you sometimes don't realize these things until it's too late.
My name is Liz. I'm 42, 5' 6" and have worked hard keeping up my athletic figure. My husband, Jack, 49, is 6' 2" with a thick 9" cock and built from hard work in the trades and gym, building our lives and keeping himself fit and our sex lives incredible! We have a D/s thing going on that really works for us both. We have great fantasies and toys, Jack loves to fuck me with the machine he bought for our "room". We, and especially I love the fantasies and role playing it brings to our fucking. It's incredibly hot! When he bought the machine he had told me he wanted to keep me satisfied and interested in our dynamic, and since no human could compete with the machine he was very comfortable with the way we used it, and me. I felt so loved and seen that Jack, Master, would give me that pleasure and I made sure he got everything I could give him. And as often as possible. I love that man more than he could ever know, and I know how much he loves me that he would keep me happy like that. It was perfect. We were perfect.
Almost perfect. Due to medical issues, I cannot have kids. This was a big hurdle for Jack, but we had long communication sessions about the future and what it might look like. We had decided that if we, if he, was going to do this then we would just focus on making each other our worlds. Living life for us and each other. Jack was good with this and I was the luckiest woman on the planet because he was true to his word and made me his world. He showered me with praise and gifts thru the days, and showered me with whips and cum in the evenings. It was truly glorious.
I worked as a office manager at a care facility and was friendly with my coworkers. Occasionally going out for drinks after work with the girls. Ending up back home around 9 or 10. Having some great orgasms then to sleep in the arms of my man, my rock, my world. Fifteen years just flew by without a care in the world, until a new hire at work showed up.
Trent was 39, 6' and smaller built than Jack, but had a confidence in his smile I couldn't place. He had moved to the area recently and didn't know anyone here, so he befriended the girls without any problems. They all wanted a piece of him anyway so they had no issue with "welcoming" him. But after a few weeks I went with the girls for drinks and they had confessed how they have tried but he's not receptive to their slutty advances. I thought this was unusual, considering how hot most of them were. Hell even I'd fuck a couple of them myself! But I put it out of my mind until one day he came to me and said "Liz, would you mind bringing that file from the Morgan's admissions pack?" and when I had delivered it to his office he said "Thank you. You're a very good girl" and smiled that smile and I instantly knew where I had seen that smile before. On Jack's lips, during every session we had.
I said "You're welcome" and left the office quickly, feeling flush already. Surely that was just a coincidence. Then a knock on her door and Trent entered the office in one cool stride. "Are you alright Liz? You look like you've seen a ghost" again with that smirk. "I.. No.. I just needed a drink. I uh...felt a cough coming on so I came in here to..." before she could finish he had her against the wall in a passionate embrace that took her off guard. She started to kiss back out of sheer habit and pulled back hard and slapped him just as hard. "I'm married!! Don't ever touch me!!" with a fire in her voice that surprised even her. "Don't give me that shit. I see the way you dress, the way you move. The tell tell signs of your submissive nature are on full display for those who know what to look for and I'm looking right at you Babygirl." He turned and left, leaving her to slump in her chair. What the fuck just happened? Who the fuck does he think he is? Then she felt the hot sting of humiliation as she felt the gushing between her legs. She was on fire and hated the cause of that fire.
Over the next few weeks things intensified, him giving looks, making comments secretly to her, "accidental" touches that seemed to leave heat signatures behind on her skin. All while ignoring all the other women who are throwing themselves at him. It was driving her insane. At home her mind was half focused. "Is everything OK babe?" Jack asked her. She didn't hear him, lost in her thoughts. "Babygirl, where are you right now?" and laughed his easy chuckle as I snapped my head around to face him. "I'm sorry love, everything is good. I'm just thinking about a new resident that was admitted today. No worries" she was wondering who she was trying to convince?
She decided to go ahead with the girls for drinks that Friday night, Jack was more than fine with that. It had been a week since their last session and the last fuck a few days ago was lackluster at best. He had noticed right away the instant distance that formed a few weeks ago but hasn't been able to put his finger on it. But he knew something was up. Liz got dressed, maybe subconsciously a little more daring than her usual girls night outfits and Jack noticed, but kept it to himself. "I hope letting off some steam on the dance floor brings your mind back home Babygirl, I've missed you" he said as she was walking out, forgetting the goodbye kiss until Jack had said this. She stopped dead in her tracks, did she already know what she was going to do? Did she focus on Trent so much that she has ignored her husband?! She ran to him and kissed him passionately. "I love you so much, I'm so sorry I've been a space cadet lately. I promise I'll make it up to you when I get home, it'll be a reset? Sound good baby?" she asked, half pleading. "Sounds good, but we're going to need to talk tomorrow" he didn't want to sound like her father, but knew he had to make some corrections.
Liz had been at the club having a great time with the girls, just like always and then he was there. Staring at her from across the room. One of the other girls noticed right away that he was staring right at Liz. "Jesus Liz, he may as well fuck you on the dance floor the way he's looking at you! Why can't I get him to look at me like that?! He can actually fuck me, you're married for fucks sake!" Liz smiled and shrugged her shoulders like she had no clue. But she knew. And it was getting the best of her. The bargaining starts.
Jack won't ever know, he trusts me completely. Just as the thought was supposed to be a statement of reason, her mind saw what it was. The reason for his trust is his love for me and her stomach dropped. But he loves me and always does anything to make me happy. This isn't love, this is something else. Something primal that is eating me up inside. Surely he would understand. Liz continued this internal debate, not noticing the distance between Trent and her was closing in.
Before she realized it he was there, in front of her. "I was hoping I'd find you here" he said with that damn smile. "I go out with the girls from time to time. Keeps me young" she awkwardly said, trying to look anywhere but his eyes. He noticed and focused her attention back to him. "You want this as much as I do. You're mine, it's time you accept it. Besides, your husband will never know and would probably be rock hard and ready to clean you up if he did know" The way he said this with such certainty actually made Liz consider it as true. "He's not that kind of man, he would never share me even if I did want to. Which I don't!" Again, who was she trying to convince? "Men like him always put up a front. Acting so big and bad until it's crunch time and they have to decide; divorce or stay. Trust me, they do not want to lose half their shit with a divorce so they buckle. Try to make rules and shit, make sure no one finds out but at the end of they day they are desperate to cum in your used pussy." Liz thought about this, it was starting to get to her. Her primal desires looking for any validation other that the reality of what she was considering. Jack does love me with everything he has, surely he would allow me this short term adventure. It would bring us new dynamics in our sex life and maybe Trent is right. Maybe he would actually love it, he certainly loves using the machine on me. What's the big difference?
Trent walked back to the table the girls were at as Liz followed a couple minutes behind. It was getting around 9 when Trent stood up to leave and as he did he shook Liz's hand, slipping her a note. After he's gone and the girls were talking, she looked down and read it. "Meet me at Pike's in twenty minutes. Don't be late and remove your panties. Come into the room, be on your knees ready to submit slut." Liz felt the rush of heat and fluid building in her cunt and she knew what was going to happen.
She sent a text to Jack, forcing herself to rush it and not think too much about the contents. "Hey babe, we're having a great time and decided to take it back to Jaime's house. I may stay the night if the drinks are flowing, is that alright? I'll make it up to you tomorrow?" She didn't wait for a reply, she just started the car and before she knew what happened, she was beside his car at the motel. She saw she had a reply from Jack but ignored it, knowing that reading his words would kill her courage. She raised her ass in the seat, slipping off her panties, took a breath, got out and walked in the room.
The door wasn't locked, she walked in and didn't see anyone but being the good girl she is, she kneeled on the floor. A moment later Trent walked out and straight to her, undoing his buckle as he walks towards her. His cock was out as he stood before her, hard as a rock. The first thought she had was a little disappointment. He wasn't as big as Jack and she wondered for the first time if she had fucked up. She took him easily into her mouth (she was used to Jack after all) and soon he was pumping his seven inch, average thickness cock in her mouth. She was in heaven as she was causing this new cock to twitch and cinvulse in her mouth. "You're such a good girl. Perfect little cocksucking slut" the words burrowing into her mind, causing her hand to rub her swollen clit hard. He tensed up and she knew he was going to cum and she went faster, licking his balls with his cock in her throat. He came hard and a lot, so much it made Liz choke and dribble out her nose.
Before she could recover Trent had her dress pulled up over her head and threw it on the chair. He picked her up and placed her on her back on the bed and went to work on her pussy. Licking down each thigh, teasing her pussy by getting closer but not touching until finally he attacked her clit, sucking ferociously while slipping two fingers on her hot hole. He made her cum twice before flipping her over and shoving his cock in her well prepared hole. She grunted at the intrusion, but more from the force than the cock. She put the thought aside as she was in heaven, being used like the whore she was. A brief vision of Jack in the corner of the room stroking his cock flashed in her head and she lost it. She came with a vengeance that took Trent by surprise. He pulled out, flipped her over "Did I say you could cum slut?" "What? No... But.." "But what!? Get over here, across my knee right now slut!" Liz was shocked, she didn't think he was serious, was he? She stood slowly and walked to him in the chair she just imagined her Jack sitting in.
"Across my knee, NOW!!" Liz complied quickly, if nothing else out of habit, and was scared of what was coming. SLAP! SLAP! SLAP! His hands came down hard, sending lightning thru her entire body. She screamed. SLAP! She cried. SLAP! She begged for his cock. He granted the wish but placing her back on the bed on her back, legs spread wide. He then took the lube and started on her asshole. He slammed into her causing every muscle in her body to tense. She was rubbing her clit with a desperation to cum with this sudden invasion. Then she felt him empty himself in her bowls, hot and full and she came yet again, squirting all over his chest. He slipped out, leaving her little gape dripping and Liz panting. They fell asleep for a little while, Liz waking up with a cock in her cunt around 3am, then again in the morning.
They showered and made their way out of the room around 8am. Liz looked at her phone and the message Jack had replied with. "No worries Babygirl. Enjoy yourself. You girls need some time to yourselves to unwind and talk shit about the hubbies, lol. I love you so damn much Babygirl, be safe." She broke down in tears. What have I done? How am I going to look him in the eye again? She drove home.
When she walked in the house on this sunny Saturday morning, Jack had already been making breakfast and had a spread of her favorite hangover foods. She dove into the toast and eggs like a starving woman. He came thru the door. "There's my most precious possession. How you feeling this morning love?" "Hungover and sore" she replied without thinking, "from all the dancing, then more dancing at Jaime's. I feel like I've been hit by a truck" she looked down at her food as she spoke, not able to look him in the eye yet. "Well get some ibuprofen or something in you, I don't want to waste the day." She just remembered it was their date day. She wasn't sure what he had planned but knew she couldn't back out either. Not after what she did last night. She got changed, took some meds for her head and enjoyed the day with Jack.
He took her to her favorite lunch spot. Then antiqueing at some of her favorite antique malls. They had a fantastic dinner by the marina and off to home. She knew Jack was ready for a session and she was freaking out. Not only was she sore but she had marks all over her from Trent and his spankings and teeth. She feigned a belly ache and apologized for calling it off again but knew she couldn't risk this. Even tho she wanted her husband's cock to reclaim her so, so badly. She needed to feel him inside her but she can't. Not right now. Jack was understanding as always, but he had his own thoughts about the situation. She is up to something, he thought to himself. He still wasn't sure what was going on but the feeling in his gut was intensifying. She had never begged off a session with her Master before and though he understood, he wasn't happy. He stayed silent about his thoughts, just watching. Learning.
The next month was a whirlwind for Liz. Work was thrilling at times, hiding in the shadows. Stealing kisses and smacks on her ass,and if course, lunchtime sessions at Pike's. Glances from the girls made Liz nervous. Although they didn't really interact with Jack socially, she has overheard them talking about his rugged good looks and dominate nature. She's heard the giggles about what he's "packing" and how it's hard to not notice, even in his work uniform. He has done some HVAC for our office so they all got a nice long look at him while he worked, and Liz did too! She was getting a little turned on and a lot jealous of the way these girls talked about her husband. Knowing how right they were but wanting to choke them for wanting to find out for themselves!
She couldn't let the girls find out about her and Trent, they would run to Jack in an instant, begging for a chance to be my replacement. Fuck that, not happening. Trent was exciting as hell, yes. The affair was thrilling, yes. The naughty feeling of submitting to another Dom was intense, yes, but Liz started noticing the differences between the two Doms in her life. Trent was demanding, self centered in his sex and left it up to her to satisfy herself if she couldn't cum when he told her too. She was starting to crave the silent dominance her husband emits. The tender aftercare he delivered without fail, every session. The way he demanded my submission only to reward it with multiple orgasm and breakfast in bed. He demanded everything she had during the sessions, but would always refuel her desire to be seen and loved for who she is. His wife, best friend and submissive. She thought about the last session they had and came to the sudden realization that she hadn't had any kind of session with her Master since that first night with Trent. She felt the blood rush from her face and felt like she would pass out right at her desk. She thought a little more and also realized that Jack hadn't even attempted a session, surely he didn't know!? "I've got to get my shit together, this is all getting too intense" her mind screamed at her, she largely ignored it. She frantically text Trent. "We need to talk" "Meet me on lunch at Pike's today, we'll have privacy" he text. "Sounds good" she replied, knowing it wouldn't be good at all but she had to end this before she fucks up beyond her ability to fix it.
She arrived at Pike's and went in the room. "I can't do this anymore Trent. I loved what we did and it was fun but I have to stop now" She was confident and collected, she was certain. "That's a shame Liz, we were just starting to find our stride. I understand what you're saying and will consider it but right now you need to get on your knees and suck your Masters cock, right now" Liz was shocked at this, "You are NOT my Master and I will do no such thing. This is over Trent, it was fun but it has to be over now" Tent wasn't impressed with Liz and her new found respect for herself and marriage. "You have already given yourself to me. I am not giving you back just because you're scared your cuck husband will find out what a slut you are. He will accept it or you'll take him for everything he has. No, you're mine and these videos prove that to anyone who cares to see them, including your cuck." Liz knew she was screwed at this moment and was on her knees sucking his cock, trying to make him cum as quickly as possible. He came, she stood to leave but he threw her on the bed, ripping her top. He fucked her hard, she came many times on his mediocre cock, wishing it were Jack.
Jack was finishing up lunch while doing some compressor work at a cheap motel just outside of town. He was parked around back, beside the chiller and other equipment. He got out of his van and was back in the sweltering heat, instant sweat forming. He looked around and saw a window to one of the rooms open, they were all on the floor level. It's an old place for sure. He heard some "unusual" noises and against his better judgement, thought he would just get a little listen. Nothing creepy or jerking off, but Jack wasn't dead after all! He enjoyed a little dirty fun too from time to time. He slowly stepped over to the window and from what he could hear this guy was going to town on some slut's throat! The noises he heard had him grinning ear to ear, made him think about his own sub and how eager she was to get his cum in her belly. He peeked inside and saw the man had his back to the window but he could see he was for sure giving this slut the cock, hard!
Just then the guy came in her throat, still gagging and coughing he throws her on the bed after removing her dress and a pit the size of a watermelon formed instantly in Jack's belly. His heart sank. He saw the face of his wife, his sub, his entire world being fucked by whoever the fuck this asshole is. He saw as he shoved his cock in her and she started cumming on what looked to Jack like an average cock at best. He was just ramming like he was working the railroad and she seemed to be cumming on it. He turned and walked away from the window and back to the work at hand. He was crushed and his head was spinning but he had a job to finish and that's what he did.
Liz felt embarrassed and little after her failed attempt to end things with Trent. She couldn't let videos get back to Jack, what was she going to do? She was pissed at herself for starting this affair in the first place, and for what? Mediocre sex in a filthy motel room? Nausea from guilt. Haven't seen her Masters, her husband's eyes in weeks. She felt like she was losing control of everything she had built, they had built. She had to end it, she had to tell Jack.
She left the room, sobbing in her car and went back to work. Jaime found her in her office, looking like hell. "What's wrong Liz? You look awful, have you been crying?" "I've just been dealing with some personal issues at home is all. It'll be fine, just need to work thru some things is all." Jaime didn't look convinced. "Are you sure these issues are at home, or at Pike's?" Liz went pale. She knows!? How!? "What do you mean Jaime?" she asked nervously. "I'm talking about you and Trent. We all know what's going on, you two suck at being discreet" Liz was about to break down in tears. How did she let this get so out of hand? She had to end this, now. She went to Trent's office and walked right in.
"This has to stop now. Everyone knows about us and it's going to get back to my husband!" she was wild and trying to calm herself by pacing back and forth. "Calm down, no one is going to tell your husband. I told all the girls to leave him out of this when I told them we were fucking." Trent sat back in his chair, smiling at the situation he's put yet another happily married woman into. "Why would you tell them about us!? What good does that do!? I don't understand?" Liz didn't know what was happening in her world, but she knew her inability to control her fantasy urges were the cause of it all. Trent tried again, "Look, don't worry about this. I've seen this a hundred times. He's gonna be hurt and bluster around. Make you feel guilty, then he'll do anything to make you stay with him and not divorce. You'll see. He may very well join us at some point, a lot of them do! And they learn to love it because they love you so much." Liz forced herself to try and believe this, again. She walked out of his office, feeling the eyes of the girls staring right thru her.
Jaime came to her office. "We think you need another girls night and talk this out. We don't like what is going on and can't believe you'd risk everything you have for Trent, but also don't like the situation he's putting you in" Liz knew she needed to talk to Jack but thought maybe this would help her get it together a little first. "Sure Jaime, I could use that right now" She left Jack a text, letting him know she'd be home a little late.
Jack read the message and wiped a tear from his eye. How could she do this to us? To me? Everything was great as far as he could tell. She never complained anyway. It's been over a month of no sex, blow jobs, nothing, while she is fucking some other cock? He knew he didn't have many options. Divorce would split everything down the middle. Possibly some alimony for the cheating bitch. But he would be rid of her. He would be free to move on and try to salvage any faith he had left in women before it was completely destroyed. He could stay and put up with it but that possibility was as long lived as an ice cube in hell. There's no way Jack could see himself staying. He couldn't even see himself fucking his stbx anymore, let alone watch her fuck another cock. No, she knew him. She knew what kind of man he was and what respect means to him and she did it anyway. She knew the cornerstone of his world is trust and self respect. She's going out with the girls tonight? OK.
Liz made her way home after a heartfelt talk with the girls. She felt a little better and a few of them even backed up what Trent had said about a lot of husband's actually going along with this and getting off to it. She knew better deep down but clung to this thought like a life preserver. She pulled in the drive and noticed the work van was gone. She went inside the dark, empty house and called for Jack with no reply. She thought that was odd as he is never out on a weeknight like this. She put her things away and waited to the kitchen for food and saw a note. "Liz. Something came up at one of the major job sites, I'm going to have to go to Colorado for a couple days and get it fixed. Sorry I couldn't stay and tell you, had to go now. Jack." That was odd. He always writes I love you in his notes. Must have been rushed. She felt some relief that her confession was postponed. But she wasn't out of the woods yet. She took a long bath and as determined as ever, vowed to end this.
She went to work and straight into Trent's office. "I know all the bullshit you told me about the videos and I don't care! We're done! This is over and I don't want you contacting me for anything that isn't work related. Is that clear! ?" She was pleased with herself for sounding so confident. "If that's what you really want Liz, but I think you are addicted to my cock and this game we're playing. You won't be able to stay away for long but I'll go with this little "performance" for your cuck. You'll be back and begging for my cock Liz. You know this all too well" She left the room sickened at his arrogance, but scared he might be right deep down. She went to her office and text Jack. "I hope all is well babe. I text last night but you must have been asleep. Let me know you made it and are OK please? I love you so much Jack" Send. She waited for around ten minutes with no reply. He must be busy. A new admission came in and her mind was distracted until lunch. She text again. "Jack are you ok? I'm starting to worry baby." Send. Nothing back. Soon it was time to go home and as worried as she was she made the drive and walked in again to an empty house.
After settling in and making herself a glass of wine to help her nerves she text again. "Jack please reply, I'm so worried and don't know how to contact you there" Send. Nothing back. She calls. It rings and rings then goes to voicemail. She then gets a text. It's Jack's number. "I'm good. Busy" was all it said. She sat there staring at the message for what seemed like hours but was only a few minutes. While relieved that he was alive, he never sent texts like that. So short, so....impersonal. He couldn't know anything, there's no way. But then she starting thinking about the past month and how occupied she had become with Trent that she all but forgot about and ignored her husband, her Master. She had no idea what he was thinking really, she hadn't paid any attention! And for what? Then the sinking heart feeling came back to her like a tidal wave. She fell asleep.
Liz woke up panicked on the couch. She jumped up thinking she was late for work but wasn't. She got ready and left. Her day crawled like a snail until it was time to go. Still nothing from Jack. She drove home on the verge of tears, hoping she would see his van in the drive. She didn't. She walks into the empty house, again. Went through the motions, again. And text Jack, again. It was Wednesday. She got a reply from Jack. "be home Friday" was all it said. She felt relief but was soon filled with dread as she knew she had to tell him and was terrified. Thursday came, Trent smirking at her every chance he got. She threw up in her mouth a little. She left work and went home to get the night over with. She didn't bother texting Jack anything other than "I love you" to no reply.
Work that Friday was impossible. Liz couldn't focus on anything longer than 3 minutes and was just begging the clock to move faster, or stop altogether. She would be good with either. As soon as she could she raced home, still no Jack. "OK, good I beat him home. That gives me time to get cleaned up and ready for my Master!" thinking to herself that this is all going to be a bad memory out to rest tonight. She was dressed and ready in record time and poured a glass of wine and waited. And waited. Around 7 there was a knock on the door. "Are you Elizabeth Jansen?" "Yes, why? What is this?" "You've been served ma'am. Have a good night" He took her photo with the envelope and turned and left. Liz was stunned. She turned and went to the table without even shutting the door and opened the envelope. She knew what it was but couldn't believe it, even after reading it 3 times. She called Jack with no answer. She text with no reply. The divorce terms were straight forward. Jack didn't want anything but the house had to be sold and split. Liz was sobbing. She fainted.
When she came to on the floor beside the table, Liz pulled herself up feeling bruised from the fall but nothing broken but her heart. She went to the shower and stood under the hot water sobbing. "What have I done? He has to forgive me. He had to give me a chance to prove myself again. He has to, we've built a beautiful life." she thought to herself. Then her brain brings her back to reality. "Do you mean the beautiful life you threw in the trash for a mediocre cock and a few good orgasms at best?" "Do you understand how easily you could have avoided all of this?" "Was it worth losing everything you have and the genuine love and trust of a great man?" Liz threw up. Right in the shower, which was a good place but Liz didn't stop. She dry heaved until her throat was sore.
After days of trying to contact Jack with no response, she went looking for him. She went to his place of work and they wouldn't speak to her about him. She drove around aimlessly just hoping to run into him on a job or anything really. Still nothing. After a couple months she gave up.
Work was awful. Everyone had found out that Jack left Liz high and dry. Didn't even want any of his things from this period of time in his life. A couple of the girls tried to get in touch with him for one reason or another but no one had any luck, except Jaime. She came into Liz's office and sat down. "Jack came to see me." "What?! Why? How is he? What did he say?" Liz could barely get the words out fast enough. She wanted to know everything. "He is destroyed Liz. You know how much he loved you! How could you do something like this to him of all people?! Was the sex that bad?" Liz could see the genuine confusion in her eyes. "No, it was nothing like that. Jack is amazing in bed, the best I've ever had in every way. I don't know why I did it, it was just new and exciting I guess. I've fucked everything up haven't I Jaime? He'll never forgive me. I can't believe I let myself think he'd be ok with something like this, what am I going to do!?" Jaime couldn't answer, she had no answer. There was nothing either could do. "Well just know that he's not going to be single long, or at least he'll have his pick when he's ready. I hope you are going to be OK with that Liz." She hadn't even contemplated the notion that Jack would find someone else, someone better than her that he could fall in love with. Someone that probably would never break that trust once she had it. She broke down in tears. Jaime hugged her friend and left.
The day of the divorce finalizing she had walked in and saw Jack for the first time in months. He looked so good. Built, put together, confident. What she was really jealous about was how he looked well rested. She was not. She hasn't been able to sleep, thinking of scenerio after scenerio about getting Jack to come back to her. It didn't help her sleep. He greeted her with a simple hello. She smiled and nodded back. The terms were easy, Jack made it this way. He didn't want anything but half the house money, which we both knew we had to sell because I couldn't afford it without him and he wanted nothing to do with anything we shared. As he put it, it was all trash that would only remind him of the worst betrayal he had ever experienced. That stabbed her to the core. She couldn't respond with anything useful to that, at all. He proposed she take what she wants and they have an estate sale for whatever was left. She agreed.
She agreed to everything. It was all her fault after all. Every bit of it. Jack did nothing but love her with everything he had. The worst part is I she didn't even remember the details of her sessions with Jack, her former Master and husband, because of the tainted memories with Trent blurring it all from her memory. All that she has left are the feelings. The feelings the sessions left her with every single time of being safe and loved. Seen and taken care of. Being a prized possession. That's all gone. She tried to speak with Jack after the signing. He gave me a moment.
"Jack, I'm so sorry. There are no words I can say to fix any of this and I'm just sorry I did this to you, to us. I will always wait for you Jack. I don't want to lose you but I know I don't have a say in that anymore and that kills me. Please forgive me, don't let it end this way. Please. I'll do anything to have you back in my world" She meant every word to her core. Her brain screaming at her the entire time "Why would he ever give you a chance to rip out his heart again?!" "Did you not stomp all over his love that you now want so fucking bad?!" "What a joke, you love him so much do you? Hahaha!" She looked him in the eyes for the first time since this started and looked for any hope of salvation. "Liz, there was a time not very long ago that if I were told that we'd be in this situation, I would've laughed for days. The love I had for you was like nothing I've felt before, you were my world. My days started and ended with you, and in between. The weekends with your are what I lived and worked for. You were my everything, my hobby, my love, my entertainment my best fucking friend!!" Liz broke down in tears at that. "I have tried to consider forgiving you." Liz looked up, almost hopeful. "But you've destroyed the trust. It's gone and I've racked my brain trying to figure out how we build that back and I can't find a solution. How can you restore that trust? I fix things, you know this Liz. I see broken things and I try to fix them. I can't fix this Liz. I can't diagnose the issue because I don't know why this happened to us!" he was fighting the tears he promised he wouldn't show her. She tried to console him, "You did nothing wrong, at all, ever Jack! It was my stupid ego, my dumbass let the attention of an asshole become validation in my mind. Feeling that made me feel alive again. Don't you see? You were prefect in every way for me and I fucked it all up and I don't know why!" she was practically hysterical. He was just looking in her eyes, tears still dripping from his. "You just put into words every reason I had to leave and can't forgive this." He turned and walked away, getting into his truck. Never looking back.
Liz stood there stunned. "What is that supposed to mean? What did I say?" She was thinking about this as she got into her car and drove to her soon to be former home. She went inside still reeling over his last words. She started gathering the boxes and began packing her life. A knock on her door and when she answered Jaime was there and hugged her tight. Liz explained how the signing went, what the terms were and Jaime was stunned. "He didn't even want his things? Clothes? Tools?" "Jaime it was awful. He didn't even want the money but his lawyers forced him. I got to talk to him afterwards and I tried my best to apologize and beg for another chance. I told him how perfect he was and how I was so incredibly stupid to do this in the first place. His last words were that I just told him the reason he had to leave and I don't know what the hell he means Jaime?! I told him he did nothing wrong" Jaime then realized what he meant. Tears welled up as she looked at her friend, hurting so badly. "Oh Liz, I'm so sorry honey. He's telling you that this was all you. He played no role in the destruction at all, you never came to him with the initial threat Trent was presenting. He had no warning, no defenses. He trusted you, YOU Liz. He can fix issues with himself, if he knows what those are. But you yourself told him he was perfect, how would another chance be better than what you had to begin with? What you called perfect? How does he fix trust? If he wasn't the problem, why won't it happen again? I tried to tell you honey, Jack isn't the run of the mill pushover, slaved to your pussy. Do you see what he means?" Liz just sat there with her mouth open. "Yeah, I see it now. What a dumb fucking slut I am" as she burst into tears. Jaime stayed and helped her pack a while then left her alone, again.
It's been about six months since her life fell apart over a month long, mediocre sex filled affair. She tried to continue seeing Trent, but he lost interest and moved on to another married woman. She came to find out this is a "kink" of his, cucking unknowing husbands, or sometimes knowing. He didn't care, as long as it was another man's wife, he was happy.
Liz found a small apartment in town, but her social life was such a disaster due to her situation being discussed all over town. No, it wasn't Jack. He never spoke another word about her, not even her name. No, it was just spread across the town because Jack is so well known and loved to all his customers that he didn't have to say anything. They all took care of that themselves. Jack had rebuilt everything he left behind and was steadily growing his business She was now a pariah. She still had her job but none of the girls talked to her anymore except Jaime. Then one day, about four months after the divorce was final, Jaime went to Liz in her office.
"Hey I wanted to talk to you in private. I want to tell you before you hear from a stranger that Jack and I are seeing each other. We had just been talking and texting, and we decided to go on a date and it was really good. I'm so sorry Liz, this isn't anything we planned, it just.....happened. I'm sure you can understand, right?" Liz couldn't speak. She just looked at Jaime with a dazed look like she had just been slapped. "How could you do that? I thought we were friends?!" "We are friends Liz, but Jack is amazing and well......things just happen. I have to go, I just wanted you to hear it from me Liz. I'm so sorry." She stood and left and Liz sat there, silent. When she got to her apartment she decided she couldn't do this anymore. She couldn't live in the dark shadow she created for herself and moved out of town, two states away. And started a new life which brings us to today, a year and a half later.
Liz was in her new apartment, in a new town, with a new job and a new outlook on life. She has been on a few dates, OK guys but nothing like Jack. She knew she would never find another Jack and just stopped trying altogether and instead, tried to find just a decent guy. She was on a dating app when her Facebook pinged. She checked the message and it was an announcement. It was the recently married Jansen family, announcing the arrival of their baby boy, Jack Jr. It was the final blow to her former self and she mourned the death of her once perfect life all over again.