Jim Returns

Jim Returns, , a Jessica in Red Story.


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This is a work of fiction involving themes that make some people uncomfortable.


The original story, Jessica in Red, is a cuckold story involving a husband giving up his wife to a dominant man.


I then retold that story from the wife's perspective in My Name is Jessica London and Jessica London is Reborn.


I once again told the story, this time from the dominant man's perspective in Patrick's Journey.



The original final chapter wraps up the story using a traditional third party perspective, it is titled, Jessica and Patrick Become One.


Which gets us here to Jim Returns. I had to keep going. I have written over 40 stories for Literotica, and this series is my favorite.I just couldn't put the characters away.So, Jim is back, and he has a plan for revenge!Or something like that.


If any of this bothers you, including the themes or the switching of perspectives, or adding a sequel after the story was supposed to be done, you are encouraged to move on. I love when I receive comments, but if all you are going to do is complain about something in one of those three categories; don't. Just move on: your hate only harms you.


For those that do read it, I truly hope you enjoy it. This series has been great fun to write.


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I was going to really enjoy this. I was meeting Jessica at Leto's on this fine Thursday evening. About 3 years ago this was the location where she dumped me for her current husband, who at the time was also my boss. Back then, in a 24 hour period, he met her, took advantage of my fetish for cuckolding, and seized my wife from me. Tonight, I was turning the tables. Well, kind of.


A lot has changed since then. I left that job and started up a firm with a few partners. We worked serious hours, including lots of Saturdays, and built something special. In fact, we just got bought out and I cashed in on a serious multi-million dollar payout. Few know about this as it will be about a month before that all becomes public. Unless I want to, I won't have to work again my entire life. Recently I have gotten into the franchising business and I think I am going to enjoy it.


I had called Jessica and invited her to dinner. I used the ruse that I found some paperwork we still needed to parse out left over from our 3 year marriage, and I promised her a nice dinner. We have had a cordial relationship that has developed over the last 18 months and if all went well, I was going to keep cordial and add a new twist.


She looked fabulous. She is the owner (or at least for the time being) of an Orangetheory franchise and was the location's lead fitness instructor. Her body is top notch. She is still only 29 years old and looks 20. But her best feature has always been her eyes, they are captivating. I laughed to myself as that word rolled thru my brain as it had a secondary meaning this evening.


She was wearing a white outfit that was very sexy. It was a skirt and halter dress that had an extra strip across her midriff. Her shoulders were bare, and her hair was straightened and parted down the middle. It was a newer look for Jessica, and I could definitely say I approved. The final touch was a pair of what can only be called fuck-me shoes. I was not the only man that watched her approach.


I would bet she wore it as her way to remind me what I stupidly gave up. I know she was the one who dumped me for another man, but I also know I hurt her because of my fetish, so I forgave her for flaunting it tonight. Plus, did I mention she looked great!


We greeted each other casually and she sat down and ordered wine. She was only 20 when I first met her, and I was her first and only boyfriend after her sheltered teen years. She was overweight and somewhat dumpy in those years and it left her shy and reserved after facing much rejection. I met her soon after she got fit and we dated and became lovers and then husband and wife.


I developed a fetish where I got aroused when other guys hit on her and eventually, I turned to cuckold porn for my jollies. I became a wee bit obsessed with the idea of watching another man, preferably someone big, strong and powerful, fuck my wife. Then one fateful night my boss hit on her and he spotted me watching and getting aroused. He pushed the situation to extremes and by the end of the next evening, Jessica was his and I had fully experienced submission and gay sex. It turned out to be one of the best evenings of my life.


But losing Jessica was a hard hit to take, and for that, tonight certainly had a revenge angle to it. But the journey I went through ultimately helped me find a new version of myself. I would consider myself fully bisexual now, and I still participate in numerous relationships that are defined by submission at various levels. I gained new confidence, and in all honesty, I like my new sexual self better than the old one. I have an interesting and fulfilling sex life. In the last few years, I haven't gotten serious with anyone as until recently I was mostly married to my work.


It also turns out that there are a lot of me out there. So many that we formed a club. A very odd, but wonderful club. It is group of about 40 of us that enjoy using each other sexually with domination and submission themes being the glue that binds us. We have a facility that acts as our play space. About half of the members participate fully as themselves, but the other half always play with a mask on. The club is mostly men, but includes 4 women, and perhaps soon we will get a 5th.


The genesis of tonight's meeting with Jessica happened at the club about 2 months ago. I was spending a weekday evening having a little fun, and although I usually just go as myself, the sub-group I was playing with (think both definitions of sub-group) had decided to be a masked group.


As we wrapped up a very fun session where I got fucked by six other men, I was unwinding in the lounge having a drink. One of the club hosts was walking a new member through. He stopped when he saw me and spoke to me, "Ah Tech, good to see you, I wanted to remind you that this new member's welcome session is Saturday night, we hope all members can attend." My name at the club was Tech because as far as anyone knew I made a living via technology. It was more complicated than that, but last time I checked, nicknames work better when they are simple.


The host had a leash in his hand. At the other end was a collared man. He was tall and well built and I immediately thought he would become quickly popular. The club probably had a few too many of me, guys that were average all around, and not enough of men that looked like him.


"He is a class 3 submissive and will be getting broken in hard on Saturday night like the sissy slut he craves to be, isn't that right faggot!" A class 3 submissive was our code for a man who had performed oral sex but had yet to have his ass taken. Class 2 was a man who had experienced both, and a Class 1 submissive is one who has done both at the same time. I was a multiple winner of the Class 1 categorization.


"Yes, sir. I look forward to being used like the cheap slut that I am."


I smiled, always so eager. Most of us started that way and then we mellow. We still play hard, but we realize that is more fun once you gain your confidence related to being submissive. That might sound contradictory, but when you experience true submission, you become confident in your servitude to others and it becomes less of an act, and more of who you really are. I am both a damn fine business leader and also a man that will recognize your inherent power over me and will obediently serve your every sexual desire. When you realize you can be both, that is when things really click. and this lifestyle becomes amazing. It took me close to a year to get to that point, but I have gladly existed in that space ever since.


I decided that I was in the mood for some fun. "Why doesn't the new sissy get down on his knees and suck my cock. I just got done playing, and I could use a good release."


His host laughed, "That would be perfect as I need to go as I am needed at the hospital (he was a doctor), so can you finish the tour after he pleasures you?"


"Sure thing, Doc." As you can see, we were decidedly uncreative with our nicknames!


"On your knees sissy boy, my cock needs some attention!" Normally I was the one being told to do that (and happily complying) but I am known as a switch at the club. I am 70% submissive, but can also play dominant and I am not half-bad at it either. I enjoy both.


Our new member complied and knelt in front of me. We were both wearing masks, but his was not suitable for giving a blowjob (rookie mistake!) so he removed his. I had just taken a sip from my drink and I almost spit it out. Crouched on his knees, about to be my cocksucking bitch, was none other than Patrick Conley, my former boss and the man married to my ex-wife.


I acted like I had simply drank a bit down the wrong tube, and then I recovered mentally and realized that this was the most interesting twist I could imagine. I wanted to know what brought strong, virile, real man Patrick to our little club of fetishes and perversions. But first, I wanted a blow job.


Very casually I commanded him. "Begin, and I will be finishing on your face, although expect to swallow the first spurt."


My former boss and the man who took my wife away from me said, "Of course, Sir" and dove onto my cock. Not surprisingly, he was good! He had been good at everything when I knew him last. Obviously, I did not fully know him anymore.


He sucked and bobbed and about 5 minutes later I did as promised and left him with cum down his throat and across his face.


"Well done, faggot. Let's just make my cum your new mask for the rest of the tour. Shall we begin?"


"Yes, sir."


As I showed him the various play spaces, I casually conversed. I was a bit worried he would recognize my voice, but he didn't seem to do so. "So, how did a big strong guy like you end up on the end of a leash getting the tour of the place where at least 20 people will use you like the sissy slut you are on Saturday night?"


He laughed. "The short version is I did some research on cuckolding and submission fetishes for what I thought was going to be a one night thing, but soon I found myself going back to that research over and over again, and soon it became my obsession. A colleague from work helped me try out my obsession with the submission and gay sex part, and after a weekend of sucking cock, I was hooked. He is a member here, and thus my current status."


If I wasn't wearing a mask, he would have seen my shit eating grin. Unless he turned multiple people while stealing their wives, his path here started the night he first met my wife and plotted to steal her the next day. Oh, this was ripe! I had actually moved on from that whole situation, but you know what they say about when opportunity knocks. I pushed the conversation, just sounding like I was making small talk.


"So, you obviously jumped into the submission part of that, what about the cuckolding part. Is there a wife getting worked over by other men?"


"Unfortunately, no. That is a sensitive topic for my wife, so I pursue the submission side and dejectedly leave the cuckolding part out of it. It is sad that it will never happen."


I jovially said, "Never say never, I doubt you thought you would end up here sucking a stranger's cock."


"True, but you don't know my wife, she is a very strong willed person. I don't see that changing."


I laughed out loud. I covered the real reason for my laughter with a jesting response. "Ah, the classic love story, man meets woman, man discovers sucking and fucking other men is equally fun, woman left out."


I didn't give him time to respond. But I already knew that Jessica would not be left out. In fact, I was greatly looking forward to including her. The club could use another female submissive anyways, and who better than my smoking hot ex-wife.


"Let's get this tour wrapped up, we will finish with the main room, the one where your tight ass is going to get opened up by the membership. Let's go over the ground rules for that."


And for 20 minutes I explained the initiation ritual and the logistics of his big night. He was going to get pegged by each member and be issued a club medallion. The medallion was how you officially entered the club and was also how you know others are in the club. I once had a business meeting and noticed a medallion on the shelf behind the man. I conjured up an excuse to stay back when the rest of my team left and pulled my own medallion out of my briefcase and put it on his desk. We agreed to do business together and I got fucked bent over his desk. My team never know the real reason he signed the contract.


I explained the medallion situation and told him all members were encouraged to hide it in plain sight at home or in the office, but first, all new members were required to carry it around on their person for the first six months. I told him there are many funny stories about the excuses members made to spouses and others about this new, weird coin they were always carrying around with them.


"What was your excuse," he asked with genuine curiosity. I laughed to myself because it was exactly that genuine curiosity about others that was the driving force behind him taking my wife and making her his. I hated him for it originally, but as I have grown over the last three years and gained great success, I realized this trait was admirable and I have tried to emulate it.


"Well, I am unattached, so I didn't need an excuse. But I guess you will have to come up with a good one to keep your wife off your tail."


"Yes indeed. Well thank you for the tour and the load on my face. I look forward to serving you and the other members and I would be lying if I didn't say that I am greatly looking forward to Saturday night even If I am guessing I will have a hard time walking on Sunday."


I laughed; he was not wrong. "I wouldn't schedule a nice walk in the park with your wife on Sunday if I were you!"


Patrick laughed. I almost felt a kinship with him. I remember how weird, yet wonderful it was when I first explored this lifestyle. The difference was he pushed me into it as part of his scheme to bed my wife. So, my momentary kinship did not overtake the delicious planning I was doing in my head related to Patrick and his lovely wife, the former Jessica Bowers.


Saturday's initiation went well, and it was somewhat satisfying to see Patrick broken and used well beyond what he thought. We never fully share just how harshly the newbies will be used, so it leaves the vast majority of them shocked and overwhelmed. Even the great Patrick was humbled after being abused to the point of breaking.


I enjoyed watching it occur and was delighted to learn he had a very tight and pleasurable ass. I took it twice. He was awarded his medallion at about 4am and has been an active member since.


I have used him multiple times and even got fucked by him in a fun role-play recently. In reality, I fucked him as he was bound to the wall and I used his hard cock like a mounted dildo for my anal pleasure. Even while receiving his cock, I was now the one in charge.


Patrick quickly made a reputation for being a class A cocksucker. I had to give him that, he earned his keep in that role. I rarely missed an opportunity to have him pleasure me. I made sure I always wore a mask and as far as I could tell he didn't figure out that he was serving his former employee and his wife's ex-husband.


I spent a decent amount of time interacting with Patrick over the past few months. I kept building my information base. I learned that his ruse related to the medallion was that it was part of a motivational speaker's advice to carry something that reminded you everyday of what was important. He had told Jessica that since he was the one who had hired the speaker, he felt like he should model the behavior of carrying the medallion. It was a good story. If he only knew how badly it would come back to haunt him.


I also learned that Patrick's desire to be cuckolded had led him to start writing stories about it on a the Literotica web site. I learned what his username was and found it funny that he used the name Jennifer for his obvious Jessica character, but otherwise it didn't take a genius to understand that it was his wife in the stories. I was saving and printing all of them. I was preparing a package!


Lastly, I took Patrick off-site a couple of times and was able to get photos of him both sucking cocks, but also taking it up the ass. Cameras are strictly prohibited at the club, and I was already on the edge of violating the spirit of my membership pledge by plotting his demise, so I set up a cuckold-themed role-play at a local hotel and invited him. He jumped on the opportunity and in the end, the evening provided me a video of him begging to be fucked and begging to have the strong man fuck his wife. He was lost in the role-play and his strong desires to see Jessica ravaged by other men came out clearly and fully? I just might have watched the video myself a few times while self-pleasuring!


The set-up phase of my plan was complete. I set up the dinner with Jessica. First, I set-up another cuckold role-play, this time at the downtown Hilton, and then at the last minute said something at work had come up. Patrick was there and he was excited to feed his hunger. We both were.


As Jessica and I shared some small talk and we ordered our food, I took a moment and pulled out my money clip and my medallion and put them on the table. "Sorry, Jess, you know I hate sitting with things in my pockets." This was true and it was a way for me to remind her that we were once close. I even used the shortened version of her name only I really ever used.


She instinctively jumped in with a "no problem" but then I noticed her eyes latch on to the medallion. She made a double take. I wanted to stretch this out, so I jumped in before she could make full sense of it.


"Jessica, I doubt you know it, but after we split (I made it "we" focused when in reality she dropped me hard) I struggled for a while."


Jessica jumped in, "I really didn't want to hurt you, I am sorry you struggled."


I looked at her without speaking, using a technique I learned from a previous boss, and she stopped talking and refocused on what I had to say.


"As I was saying, (OK, that was a bit of a dick move, but can you blame me!), I struggled, and it was the best thing that could have happened. I am sure Patrick told you I left the company. I started a firm and it went very well. I found a new rhythm to my personal life, and ultimately I redefined success and so now I look back at that experience as the kick in the ass I needed."


"I am really happy to hear that."


Jessica looked genuinely surprised and happy, although I think a strong part of it was that what I just said gave cover to her disloyal and harsh treatment of me 3 years ago. My guess is she had a certain amount of dread for this meeting because it reminded her that she built her nice new life on the ruins of my life. But now she just learned I am happy and successful and that let her off the hook.