Chapter 19 - Frank
"Tom. What did you mean, we have to talk?" Jessica demanded to know when she slid into the passenger seat alongside her husband.
"Exactly that." He stared out of the windscreen and didn't turn towards her.
"Please baby you're... you're scaring me."
"Now you know what it feels like." His retort was brusque to the point of rudeness.
Sitting staring at him Jess could feel her stomach tighten into a knot as she imagined the worst, "Please Tom... I love you. I don't want to lose you."
"But you still want the sex, don't you? With him." He snapped and started the car, pulling out into the traffic and heading off towards Frank Harwood's house.
Jessica stared miserably out of the window unable to refute what her husband had just said. She desperately wanted to stay married to the man she loved but she knew, in her heart, she also wanted the excitement of the illicit sex she had come to enjoy over the past weeks.
The remainder of the drive passed in complete silence, Jess in a state of utter conflict, worrying that her marriage might be over and yet finding herself starting to get wet at the thought of Frank fucking her.
'What is wrong with me?'
'It's just sex, I don't need anyone else.'
'I can't lose Tom, I just can't.'
Her mind was a welter of thoughts and emotions and she was jerked back to the present moment when they pulled into Frank's driveway, her husband stopping the car outside the front doors.
"Tom... please... I love you... please don't do this.... Please."
She turned towards her husband who stared straight ahead out of the windscreen and made one last plea to him.
"We better go, you don't want to keep your lover waiting." His voice was cold and distant.
"He's not my lover." She snapped back angrily, "I'm doing this to ensure you can send the bastard to prison."
"And you get your scoop. Don't forget that."
Jessica glared at her husband, her eyes blazing.
"I'm going to say this once and once only." Jess stated forcefully, "I love you and I want us to stay together.
"Yes, I'll enjoy the sex tonight but not the man who is fucking me. I'm sorry you feel the way you do but when we started out on this, we agreed we would be honest with each other and I've tried to do that."
Tom simply continued to stare out of the car window as she spoke and didn't move.
"If this is the end of us and our marriage then it's down to you. If, after all we've said to each other, you now can't handle me getting fucked and cumming on another man's cock then there's nothing else I can say or do."
She paused for a moment looking at him then, unfastening her seat belt, she went to open the car door.
"So, I guess that's it then? We're done?" Despite everything, she could feel the tears welling up in her eyes.
"Jess."
Turning back towards her husband Jessica paused waiting to see if he said more.
"I... I'm sorry. It's just I'm so scared of losing you and I don't know how to cope with... with this, with you enjoying the sex."
With a sudden feeling of relief Jess flung her arms around her husband's neck.
"Oh baby... I'm sorry to. I've been selfish, thinking about myself and how it's making me feel. You're right we do have to talk and I promise I'll think about you from now on.
"But now we need to get tonight over and done with. We can't let him get suspicious after everything we've done."
She kissed him briefly and then looked directly into his eyes.
"Yeah, you're right. But after tonight it's all over and done with." Tom gave her a weak smile.
With their last-minute discussion over, they both slipped out of the car so he could escort his wife up the steps to the entrance.
Frank answered the door on their second ring and, after kissing his wife on the cheek, Tom went to turn away.
"Come on in Tom, have dinner with us before you go." Frank grabbed his arm and, sneeringly pulled him back.
Looking helplessly at his wife Tom reluctantly allowed himself to be led into the house to whatever humiliation the gang's leader wanted to heap on him.
The dinner was an almost silent affair for both Tom and Jessica. She stared into her food while her husband glared morosely between her and Frank.
Tom had just put down his cutlery when the gang boss spoke, "You know you'll have to get used to driving Jessica to her clients Tom, and picking her up in the morning. I expect her to be very busy."
"Will I?" Listening to him Tom wanted to punch the arrogant prick in the face.
"Of course. She already has appointments on Thursday and Friday night. She's going to be very popular. And when she's not working... well I'll be wanting her."
"I.... what... who with...." Jessica looked up and spluttered as she heard her fate being discussed without her consent.
"Two of my business associates, they were both at the party and thought your tape most interesting."
Jess blushed and switched her gaze back to her plate again.
"But tonight, your mine Jessica, so why don't you take that dress off and come and sit on my lap."
For just a moment she hesitated, glancing apprehensively over at her husband before slowly getting to her feet. Reaching up her back she drew her zipper all the way down, shrugging the thin straps off her shoulders before wriggling the tight dress down and letting it puddle around her feet.
Scooping it up Jess laid it across her chair and then, without looking at Tom, she slid onto Franks lap, her feelings torn between her husband's misery and her need for the taboo sex she craved. Grinning, the older gang boss wrapped an arm about Jessica's waist and pulled her against him while his other hand reached for her tit, crudely groping it and roughly pinching the half-swollen nipple.
"Ahhhh... fuck!" She gasped softly as she felt the tingling radiate out from the abused nub.
Squirming on his lap Jess could feel his growing arousal against her bottom and leaned in to kiss him, letting her mouth find his, their tongues quickly playing. She was aware of her husband, across the table, watching her and she knew how much her actions were hurting him but she had no choice, she couldn't let Frank Harwood get suspicious.
Twisting out of his grasp Jessica slid off his lap and onto her knees, her fingers reaching for his zip.
"That's a good girl." He smirked at Tom as he spoke to her.
Opening his pants Jess freed his dick into her hand, her slender fingers wrapping around it as she started to pump her fist along its length while he leant back in his chair. Caressing his shaft, she looked up at the abhorrent gangster, hating him while at the same time needing him to fuck her.
"Ahhhh shit.... suck it, you dirty little whore." Frank groaned when she flicked her tongue around the head of his engorged manhood, drooling her spit over it, before slipping her mouth onto his prick.
"Gurrrggggg.... Guuurrrrggggggg.... Guuuurrrrrggggggggggggg!"
Bobbing her head, blonde hair falling across her face, Jessica started to suck on the cock in her mouth. Sliding her lips up and down on his throbbing length, taking it down until his cockhead hit the back of her throat.
