The car stopped and I shouted at Jess, "Divorce - where the bloody hell did that come from?" Her answer was slamming the door as she got out and ran home.
I drove home and parked on the drive, entering the house. I heard Jess upstairs, so I went through to put the kettle on, making the tea in the hope that she'd come down and talk to me, but no. I heard the front door close with a bang and moving quickly to the window, I saw Jess had changed into a sports bra, jogging bottoms, and her running trainers. She has often gone for a five-mile run to clear her head or answer a question in her own mind, so I don't expect her back until after five now.
I went out to the car and brought in our suitcase, the shopping bags, and her shoulder bag, which she always carries as it has her purse, cards, and her phone. I took them over to the table and opened the suitcase to sort the washing, separated the stuff for the machine, and took everything else upstairs except her bag.
Back downstairs and drinking tea, puzzling over this complete change in Jess, three days ago we were very much in love; she spoke of me being her life and that we were solid. Then two days ago, she 'got in' with a group of four lads out celebrating one of the lads' 19th birthday, joining them at a club.
Jess, being the extrovert that she is and one who is often an exhibitionist, loves to dance and is very good too! She was given, possibly unbeknownst to her, an ecstasy tablet that, of course, lowered her inhibitions even further, molesting her, edging her, keeping her excited all the time, finger-fucked to orgasm sitting beside me, getting her so horny that she sucked cock under the table, and was fucked by another big cock while at the club.
Then last night, again under the influence of E's, the two guys used Jess as their slut, one fucking her several times in both her mouth and pussy, and also had me clean her up afterwards, all of which she seems to have enjoyed immensely. She was so turned on, and yes, I enjoyed it; she turned me on too!
After they left, Jess kissed me several times in the bathroom, became angry, and told me to leave her alone. This morning I woke - she was cuddling me, then not talking and walked out, silent all the way home - then the divorce outburst before jumping out the car, fucking off on a run - without a word, thinking about that - it's after 6.30 - she should have been back an hour ago!
Deciding to go and look for her as it is starting to get dark, I drive her most-used route, then a secondary route, even paused by the park, but the gates all locked up, and drove again her favorite route, still no sign despite it now being pitch dark except for street lighting, so head back home.
As I pull onto the driveway, I notice a couple of lights on indoors. Relief washes over me; Jess must be back home! Going in, the hall, kitchen, and landing lights are all on. noticing her shoulder bag is no longer on the table, I call out for her, but hearing nothing, I head upstairs and into the bedroom, but Jess isn't up here but has been while I was out.
Jess has finished unpacking the suitcase. Hanging up over the bathroom door mirror is a hanger with the champagne halter neck and sheer black blouse. In the bathroom by the sink are my shaving bag and her toothbrush; the lid was off the toothpaste, so she'd used it.
Back in the bedroom and laid out on the bed was the blue tennis skirt bought at the charity shop only yesterday, which seems ages ago now, as well as a white crop top, blue boy shorts, and the black hold-ups I'd worn yesterday in town and last night at the hotel. Also, her shoulder bag isn't here, so I head back downstairs to make myself a coffee.
By the kettle, Jess has left me a note saying we need to talk. I'm not sure where you've gone; I have messaged you, but obviously, you're not speaking to me. but I've gone to get us a Chinese; I've not eaten today. My phone rings; I see it's her number and quickly answer, "Jess, I..." Interrupting me, Jess asks,
"Are you at home now? Good, have you read the note in the kitchen? Are you staying there because I need to explain what I said in the car coming home? The run cleared my head. Listen, I'll be back in about 45 minutes, so you have time to do what I said in the note. The messages are true, Pete - I do love you to bits, and I want it to work. Be back soon, bringing the dinner with me!"
My coffee was now cold, so I made another and then sat at the table to finish the note. I read her messages on the phone while waiting for the kettle, basically saying what she'd just said on the phone about loving me and trying to work this out!
The note, however, went on to say that if I was prepared to sit down and talk about our future - if I felt we had a future together - then let us talk it through. But if my behaviour these last couple of days has killed your feelings for me, I will understand, and if you tell me to leave tonight, I'll go to Mom's!
If, by any chance, you still feel the same love we had before Saturday and going to Manchester, Pete I love you deeply, and I want to be with you. If you still feel the same, please go take a shower. I left clothes out on the bed for you. I promise it can work out!
If you're at the table when I get back, you reheat the dinner and serve it up while I go up to shower and change. I so want this to work out for us.
Taking my coffee, I headed back upstairs to do as she asked, showered, shaved, and dressed. I was sitting at the table when Jess came in with our dinner, placing the carrier on the table. I stood up so she could see I'd dressed as she'd told me to. She pecked me on the lips and said,
"Good boy, I'll be five minutes; we'll eat first, then we'll talk, ok, Pete? I love you - love you in that too!"
She turned away and rushed upstairs. Sure, I heard her singing!
Having reheated the Chinese food boxes in the microwave, I opened a bottle of wine, poured two glasses, drank my first, and poured another, and finished laying the table. Dinner 'pinged' just as Jess came downstairs; she'd had a very quick shower without wetting her hair, which she had brushed to a silky shine, wearing her recently purchased black negligee-nude underneath except black hold-ups to match those I'm wearing, as instructed. She has also done her face up with the minimum of make-up, hints around the eyes, a bit of pale pink lipstick, and done her best to hide the two large and very obvious bitemarks on one side of her neck. Fuck, she takes my breath away sometimes!
She moved to me while looking at what I was wearing, and that was exactly what she had left out for me: the white crop top. Had Jess been wearing it right now, you'd just see a little under the bust curve as it's the type that normally hangs over the boob. I'm also wearing the blue tennis skirt over black hold-ups and the lighter blue boy shorts. I've even 'tucked' for her, seeing how she likes it when I do.
She pecks me twice on the lips; her breath is minty from the toothpaste, but she also smells divine. I guess she has done the walk-through that she does. She says,
