Author's note:
This is the chapter where Jessie and Tom finally get married. As we learned in the last chapter, Jessie had agreed, with Jaleh's help, to fulfill some of Tom's most powerful cuckold fantasies as part of their wedding celebrations.
You will have to indulge me on this chapter, so I apologize if there is anyone left who is interested in the story, but does not like the cuckold elements. As I have already said, the character of Tom is based on me and the fantasies that have driven me all of my life. I have never been in a position to live out any of those fantasies, so I sometimes write to allow me to live them in the stories I tell. I am using this chapter, the last one where I really have an opportunity to explore Tom's fantasies, as a chance to play around with some really powerful personal fantasies.
This will be the longest chapter yet, and there isn't much that advances the rest of the story here, so it is mostly about fantasy exploration. I wanted all the scenes associated with the wedding, wedding night, and honeymoon to be in one chapter, so there is a lot of ground to cover here.
There is a trip back to the Elysian fields contained in this chapter, which will contain some elements that will be important in the last chapter of the story.
There will be two chapters left, and an epilogue which should be pretty short. I know what I want to have happen in those last two chapters, and hope to finish them sooner, rather than later. They will be much shorter than this chapter. The very end of the last chapter has already been written.
Also, I thought I remembered giving Tom a last name in a previous chapter, but I cannot find it now, so the last name I am giving him here is what I think I remember it being. If I got it wrong, I apologize for that inconsistency in the story.
Tom sat at the table looking at his pocket cards, trying to decide what to do. He had a five and an eight of hearts in his pocket, and the flop had the six and seven of hearts in it as well. It was a pretty damn good hand. He had two chances to get one more heart and finish the flush, and if that heart happened to be the four or the nine, he'd have the best hand he could ever remember having in Texas Hold 'Em.
He looked around the table. He was in the final group of five in the tournament, and he was ahead by a decent margin.
It was his bachelor party and the first phase of the party was winding down. Everyone had been informed that the second phase of the party was going to involve some adult entertainment, and that if anyone was uncomfortable with that, they could leave after the end of the poker tournament.
Ostensibly it had been Harold that had planned the party, renting a space from one of his many business contacts that had a bar, several pool tables, a small stage for karaoke (or perhaps for the kind of entertainment that was going to be arriving soon), and several poker tables.
Tom happened to know that the ideas for the party were actually being fed to Harold, without his conscious knowledge, by Jessie, but she had not told Tom any more about the details than anyone else had been told.
He had to wonder if the fact that he had chosen the path of fulfilling his own fantasies with their wedding meant that Jessie would be involved in some way.
The only thing he did know, which was the same thing that everyone else was told when they arrived, was that the winner and runner up of the poker tournament would be getting a 'reward' as part of the adult entertainment, which meant that anyone planning to leave before adult entertainment arrived was ineligible to compete in the main tournament.
There were six men; Tom's dad, his two uncles, Martin, James from his office, and Jessie's brother John, who were planning to leave as soon as the tournament finished, not wishing to be there when the adult entertainment was brought out.
Ethan declined to play in the poker tournament, saying that he preferred to play pool, even though he was definitely staying for the adult entertainment. Tom knew he was doing it out of the interest of fairness. He would be
impossible
to beat in poker with his abilities.
That left 20 participants, split into five tables, with the winner of each table joining in the final round at the winners table.
Scott, his best friend from high school, the one that had been a key part in many of his high school fantasies, including the one Jessie and Jaleh had explored with him, was one of the participants in the final round. Ricky, who lived down the hall from Tom and Jessie and had befriended them soon after they moved in was another, and the final two were Harold and Tom's cousin Ken.
Tom was confident in the lead he had already established, and the confidence was growing with the potential of the hand he was looking at. He was debating how to play it. He wanted to get the pot up pretty high, using his lead as a cushion in case the hand he wanted came through for him, but also to keep from scaring people off too much.
"100," he said, pushing the chips into the pot in the center of the table. The minimum bet was 20, and they each started with 5000 in chips, so it was reasonably aggressive. He hoped it was not too aggressive.
Ricky folded, but Harold, Scott and Ken all called.
The turn was dealt.
It was a nine of hearts!
Tom had to exert every bit of control he had to try to pretend that card didn't mean anything to him.
"200," he said, trying to be as calm as he could. This caused Harold to fold, but Scott raised to 500, and Ken called. Tom decided to call rather than raise anymore, and they all watched as the river was dealt. Tom didn't particularly care what the card was since he already had his straight flush, a hand he had never seen before playing poker.
"500," he said, confidently but quietly.
"Raise you to 1000," Scott said. Tom was overjoyed. It was nearly everything Scott had left. Winning this hand would all but eliminate one of the competitors.
"Fold," Ken said.
Tom smiled. He was going to be hurt bowing out of this round as well since the betting had gone pretty high.
He was just about to raise the pot to make Scott go all in.
-You are not allowed to win this tournament, or take second place, Tommy. I think we both know exactly what you need to do here. Just remember Jimmy if you need reminding.-
It was Jaleh in his head!
WTF?
He couldn't stop from looking around to try to find her, but she clearly wasn't visible in the room anywhere. He knew that didn't matter. Jessie, and by extension Jaleh, could reach him from pretty far distances, although obviously not quite as far as Savannah.
He had a suspicion that Jaleh's involvement at this stage indicated that Jessie was likely to somehow be involved in what was about to come.
He had no choice but to comply with Jaleh's command. He had chosen, the night before, to submit to her completely.
-yes, mistress-
He was quite confident this reminder of memories he had shared with Jaleh concerning Jimmy was not coincidental. He was quite confident they were prepping him for what was about to come.
He swallowed hard and looked over at Scott.
"Fold," he announced quietly. He could see the look of shock on Scott's face. His friend had definitely not expected that. Neither had Tom, but he knew it was the only option that Jaleh had given him.
Scott smiled and reached out to rake in the considerably large pile of chips in the pot.
It was obvious that he was now in the lead and a prime candidate for winning whatever prize was planned, which Tom believed had something to do with Jessie.
