Chapter 11 - Consequences
Tom had poured their drinks and was in the process of ordering a pizza when Jessica eventually joined him in the living room. Having slipped on clean panties and a long baggy t-shirt after showering and cleaning herself up she felt a little better about the afternoon's events.
Not wanting to interrupt his conversation she dropped on to the settee next to him and snuggled in against her husband waiting until he had finished.
"We've got a 45-minute wait." He informed her as he disconnected the call.
She didn't answer and just sat quietly studying him, thinking about his reaction to Markov fucking her. He had said he still loved her but she couldn't help but wonder if things had gone too far.
'Did he really still want her?'
'What if she had to do it again?'
'Had he meant it when he told her how much it had aroused him?'
"It really turned you on like you said?" Finally, she spoke, her voice little more than a whisper as she gazed at her husband questioningly.
"What did?"
"Watching another man have me like that. Watching me cum on his cock like I did. It really turned you on?" She continued, her eyes never leaving his face.
"Yes, it did and I'm sorry. I was angry and jealous too but most of all I was aroused." Putting the phone down he looked at her and nodded miserably, "You were right when you said we should never have started this."
"Don't be sorry. We said we had to be honest about it all and it's important that we are." Jess reminded him, "And there's no point crying over it now, we're committed for better or worse."
Tom paused and thought about it for a second.
"What about you? You enjoyed him fucking you, didn't you? You certainly came enough." The question was delivered with more venom than he intended.
"Yes, physically it was amazing. But it was still just sex, it could have been anyone." She snapped at him, a little taken aback by his tone, "I was so turned on by the time he had me I would have come like that whatever."
"Sorry babe. I'm still... still processing everything that's happened." Her husband responded quickly.
Jess smiled, "It's ok, me too, it's all been a bit of a shock. How I felt and everything."
Tom took a sip of his beer, "And what about tomorrow? He won't let it go with just the one shag. He thinks you're his girlfriend now, he'll probably want you to spend the night."
"You're right." Jess agreed with him, picking up her glass and taking a mouthful from it, "But hopefully I'll have a plan, and anyway, we got the information that we wanted."
He smiled, "You did. But that just raises another question, exactly who the hell is Frank Harwood?"
"That's one for tomorrow, tonight it's just about us. Please?"
"OK." He agreed with a grin, "But what about tomorrow evening?"
"If I can't think of anything else I'll phone in sick. Tell them I have my period or something." Frowning she thought about how she could get out of working the following night if she had to, "I can't strip if I have a tampon in me. Can I?"
"And me?" He looked at her, raising an eyebrow inquisitively, "If I don't go in, they'll suspect we're together and anyway, after you left, he warned me off you."
"That's true." Jessica looked thoughtful, "I guess you'll have to go in if I don't but I'm not sleeping with him again. Ever."
Tom grinned again, this time with relief, "I'm pleased to hear it. I wouldn't want you getting fucked like that every day, you'd go off me."
"Never. I love you." His wife told him, meaning it, "I've told you that. But there might be... others."
"I love you to and I guess we'll have to deal with the others if and when they occur."
"It's more likely to be when rather than if, I think." Jessica leant up and kissed him.
"Probably." Tom reluctantly agreed with her, his heart sinking slightly at the thought of what else they might have to endure.
"So, I think that maybe we need to go out for a drink tomorrow lunchtime. Then I can have a word with Danny Brookes."
He looked at her with a puzzled expression on his face, "Why? Have you got a plan?"
Jess tapped the side of her nose, "Just wait and see. But there's no way I'm going to be Gregor Markov's girlfriend and whore."
'Maybe not his but you might be someone else's. Someone like Danny Brookes.'
Tom thought but didn't say it.
With the discussion over for the moment they cuddled up on the sofa to spend the rest of evening together in front of the television. The only interruption the delivery of a large deep pan pizza which they consumed along with the rest of the bottle of wine.
Jessica woke first the following morning feeling quite stiff and more than a little sore between her legs. She couldn't remember ever having been fucked like she had the day before, first by Gregor Markov in the club and then by her husband when they got home.
It was still early and the sun was barely up so she slipped quietly out of bed and, after a visit to the bathroom, she headed to the kitchen. She was seated at the table working on her laptop with a mug of coffee when her husband finally emerged from the bedroom.
"You were up early." Standing in the doorway he leant against the frame.
Looking across at him nervously when he entered the kitchen, she felt her pulse rate jump several notches. Despite what he had told her the previous evening she was still terrified that he might not want her any more.
"Hi." Jess hesitated, biting her lip anxiously, "Are we still... you know... ok?"
Tom leaned over and kissed the top of her head, "We will be when I get a coffee."
She gave an audible sigh of relief, her heart rate slowing, "I just wondered that... maybe you... you might have... you know... changed your mind."
He sat down opposite her with his coffee, "Jessica, I will never change my mind about you. If anyone is going to do any changing it will have to be you."
She looked at him with total relief in her eyes and started to cry again, a few tears running down her cheeks until she wiped them away, giving him a small grin.
"I'll never change the way I feel about you."
"So, what's the plan for today then?" Tom thought he needed to change the subject before he ended up dragging her back to bed.
Jessica turned back to her laptop, "I've been looking. There's not much at all about any Frank Harwood online. No social media, no references, nothing at all."
He frowned thoughtfully, "I guess I'll have to check on the police database. How about the other guy?"
"Ah, yeah, Danny Brookes. That's different. He's the licensee at the three bars DeLuxe entertainment own. Again, no social media but he was arrested a few years back for GBH but not convicted."
Jess sipped at her coffee as she updated him on what she had found and waited for him to reply.
