Chapter 13 - Haven
After Montreal, I was gone for the better part of a week, flying across the continent. Jane was still a bit more distant than usual by the time I had left. The thought nagged me the whole trip, that there was something wrong there that wouldn't be fixed easily. I knew Jane loved me, but, well, there was the part of me that knew that she still needed to confront the demons of her past.
It all went away when I got home, a little over a week after Montreal. It was late, we had a 12-hour day, and as much as I wanted Jane, I wanted to just lay in bed and relax. The lights were out when I entered the condo, and I was as quiet as could be. I got undressed and mostly unpacked quietly, in the dim light, and slid into bed as stealthily as possible. Jane rolled to me, then kept rolling so that she was on top. "Thomas, I'm sorry about Montreal" she said, and I realized she was fully awake, waiting for me to come home.
"Jane, there's nothing to-" I started to say, before Jane cut me off.
"No, Tom, I owe you for being so distant for a week. You put up with me not being really here, for being stuck on a relationship, and you're the only man to truly love me" at that, Jane started crying softly. I just held her tightly.
"Honey, there's nothing to be sorry for. The only thing I want is for you to be free of the cloud hanging over you" I kissed her as she wiped tears away.
"Thank you, I was hoping you'd be okay" Jane was thinking something else, and continued "I owe you anything in, bed. Anything you want, Thomas. Anything." She had that, voice filled with contrition.
"Jane, all I want to do is make love to my wife, and given that I'm worn out, I'm probably not going to be the most satisfying lay in history" I said. Jane smiled at me, and wiped her tears away.
20 minutes later, we both lay there, me completely spent, and Jane asleep. I looked at her in what little light filtered into our bedroom. God, I hope she's going to be okay. I couldn't stand her being sad, or feeling like she was worthless, which I had seen in her depths recently.
The next morning showed me how different things would be. I was asleep, and Jane was downstairs. I could smell food cooking, and what sounded like singing. It wasn't great singing, but it was beautiful to my ears, because it was my wife. I crept downstairs in only my boxers, trying not to startle her. Around the corner, and I had a view of Jane, in her sports bra and boyshort underwear, dancing in the kitchen, cooking, singing to the music coming from her earbuds and her phone. I just sat there and watched Jane singing to Freedom by George Michael, enjoying the view of my voluptuous wife dancing, not noticing me. After a minute or so, Jane turned and saw me, and screamed.
"Holy shit! Thomas, how long have you been here!?" Jane was surprised, and I couldn't do anything but laugh. "You jackass" she playfully glared at me. I just walked over to her, and we embraced.
"I'm happy to have you back, dear" I said to her. She smiled her sweet smile, looked out the back door of the condo, and pulled her bra over her head. We made out like teenagers, her taking a break to try and cook, me distracting her as much as possible.
Breakfast was spent half-naked, and that's where I got the story. Jane got the email right after she woke up. While I was gone, she had worked arrangements to return the $5 million to Robert. Because of his legal entanglements, this whole thing would need to be run past the Canadian government, and a good chunk of the money would be siphoned off as restitution for Robert's crimes. It wouldn't be until almost a year later that it was finally completed, but the day Jane set it in motion, was the day that Robert no longer held anything over her. She didn't care that Robert never thanked her for it, even if it bugged me.
The next four days I had off before going back to work were spent mostly naked, relaxing around the house, and having sex whenever we could. We were back to our honeymoon phase, which had never really ended since the day we realized how much we wanted each other.
Luckily for me, the next work trip would be my last time out until after a couple weeks off for vacation. It was the end of July, Jane and I would be off to Grand Haven for the package I won at St. Anne's. The last trip went quickly, with no delays, and I was headed back home to the condo. I walked in the door, and immediately heard Jane in mid-coitus. No. No. I got dizzy, and a combination of that, fear, and the red in my vision made me just want to sit down. I forced myself upstairs, then into what had been our bedroom, opening the door to Jane riding her dildo, mouth wrapped around her blue vibrator.
"Jesus tapdancing Christ, Jane, you almost gave me a heart attack" I was relieved, but mildly bewildered.
Jane turned and looked at me, pulling the vibrator from her mouth "Sorry babe, mmm" she stifled a moan, which happened because she was still moving up and down on the dildo "I thought I'd surprise you." She put the vibrator down, and pulled her ass cheeks apart to show that she also had her plug in.
"Fuuuuuck, Jane, you just almost gave me two heart attacks in five minutes" I said, also immediately aroused by this.
Jane giggled, then made bedroom eyes at me. "Come and fuck me, however you want to. Just tell me what you want me to remove" she purred out, and only immense self-control kept me from being finished right then and there. Without even noticing how, I was quickly on the bed, completely naked, kneeling behind her. "Mmmm, so you're going fuck me in the butt then?" She was grinning, eyes closed.
"No hon, I'm not" I said, as I gently slid the dildo out of her pussy.
