Chapter Ten
The hour after Andy led me out of the room and into the waiting crowd passed in something of a daze.
The study door closed behind us with a clunk, leaving Amanda alone to deal with the messy physical aftermath of her unexpected copulation. The emotional aftermath would have to wait. As Andy and I passed into the main room, the expectant guests turned to greet me.
Then, with a short speech and much backslapping, my promotion to Junior Partner was announced.
Had my head been in the right place, I would have enjoyed the many and sincere congratulations that came my way. But it wasn't. Stunned by all I had just witnessed all I could do was smile dumbly and try to feel the goodwill around me.
A glass of champagne was thrust into my hand. I downed it almost in one. It was immediately replaced and as I sipped the second more slowly, I noticed my wife slipping out of the study door and trying discreetly to make her way around the crowd to the Ladies' Room. She was unsuccessful in this, the eager wives of other Partners drawing her reluctantly into the crowd where more champagne was thrust upon the pair of us.
Amanda looked very uncomfortable indeed, though she had fixed her make-up almost perfectly and was playing the happy, supportive wife as well as her traumatised body and newly unfaithful mindset would allow. Only I could see the pain and sadness in her eyes, especially when her warmly congratulating female friends told her over and over again how lucky she was to have a confident and successful man like me for a husband.
The expression on her face when her eyes caught mine was enough to prevent me being anything but humble.
Eventually I had to escort her to the Ladies' Room myself before being drawn into the celebrations once again. She remained there for a long time before emerging. Twice more in the next hour, I saw her head to the Ladies again but at the time, didn't grasp the significance.
It was after midnight when we drove home together. Amanda sat silently in the front passenger seat for almost the entire journey, her body language making it clear that conversation with me was unwanted. We were nearly home before I could contain myself no longer and spoke hesitantly to the huddled form in the seat alongside me, staring through the passenger window and into the darkness of the night.
"Are you okay?" I ventured.
It was a pathetic start but at least the ice was broken.
"How the Hell do you think I am?" Amanda snapped. It was uncharacteristically aggressive, but I deserved it.
"I... I'm not sure," I stammered.
The response was immediate and shocked me.
"You just watched your Boss fuck your wife to save you from jail, and you're not sure if she's okay?"
She was hissing with a passion I had never seen before. I had hardly ever heard her use the 'f' word, let alone with such venom.
"Amanda I..." I began but she cut me off.
"And I've got to let him fuck me every week for God knows how long until you've paid back all that money! You've just turned your wife into a whore, and that's all you can say is 'I'm not sure'?"
"I'm so sorry. I'm really, really sorry. I just don't know how to say it."
"So it seems!" her voice was quieter now but hard and controlled.
There was a long pause. I didn't dare speak; anything I might say would almost certainly be wrong.
"Still, you're the Big Man now, you're the Junior Partner," Amanda eventually said bitterly. "Did you enjoy all the congratulations and back-slapping."
"How could I have done anything else?" I protested, trying weakly to defend myself.
She ignored me completely, staring me angrily ahead as her voice became even colder.
"You just stood there drinking champagne while I had to try and stop your Boss's semen trickling down the back of my legs. In front of everyone!"
Oh my God! Of course, all those times had she tried to escape to the Ladies' Room!
Christ! Andy must have left one hell of a lot of cum inside her.
"I'm so, so sorry," I repeated, trying hard to keep the car straight on the road. "I don't know what else I can say. "
"It doesn't seem to have crossed your mind that he didn't use any protection and I'm not on the pill!"
"Jesus, Amanda!" I gasped.
She was right. In all the excitement and humiliation, it really hadn't occurred to me. But it was true; after my vasectomy we hadn't had to think about birth control at all. Andy had fucked Amanda bareback and cum copiously in her entirely unprotected body.
"Think about it now, 'Junior Partner'!" she hissed angrily. "Do you like the idea of your wife getting knocked up by your Boss?"
We travelled in silence for a few minutes, my mind spinning. On top of all I had just seen, could she really be pregnant too?
"It's not my fertile time," she said eventually, calming down a little. "I'll get the morning after tablets first thing tomorrow, and go back on the pill properly next week, okay?"
"Thank you," was all I could manage to say.
There was another pause followed by a long sigh.
"It looks like I'm going to need birth control for a long time now, doesn't it?"
Her words, though justified, hurt badly. But I breathed a silent sigh of relief as we drove home in silence, the air in the car pungent with the smell of recent sex.
Once home, Amanda immediately took herself upstairs. A minute later I heard the shower running. I made fresh coffee in the kitchen then carried two mugs upstairs along with two large brandies. As I entered our bedroom, my wife had just come out of the shower and had a large white bath towel wrapped around her lovely slim body.
"Do you feel any better now?" I asked, offering her the tray.
She chose the brandy, drank it down in one gulp then grimaced.
"I feel cleaner," she replied, sitting on the bed. "On the outside at least." She shrugged. "I guess this is something I'll have to get used to."
"You have every right to feel angry," I said, ashamed.
After taking off my jacket and tie, I sat close by her on the mattress. She smelled fresh and clean, but her face and chest were still flushed from her recent orgasms.
"I think I deserve the whole truth now, don't you?" she asked quietly but firmly. "Absolutely everything."
She was right and I knew it. In truth, it was a relief to get it all off my chest; to confide in her all the stratagems and subterfuges I had used. Andy's investigations had been very thorough indeed, but even he hadn't uncovered all of my illegal efforts.
For the next hour we went through all I had done in detail, over and over again. This time I was completely open about how I had deliberately defrauded the company to give us the lifestyle we wanted for ourselves and our kids.
I tried to explain that there really had been a plan to repay the money - at least at first - but that it had all got out of hand, and now even those good intentions had been thwarted by being discovered.
Amanda's incisive mind asked all the difficult questions I had dreaded. All I could do was answer honestly and directly. When I had finished, she could not believe I had been so stupid and now, of course, neither could I.
"You could still pull out of the deal," I told her when she had asked all she wanted. "It might not end in jail."
"Jail or no jail, it would mean bankruptcy," she replied. "How could we live then? Everything would change. Think of the damage it would do to the kids if it got round that their father was a crook. No, there's no way out of this apart from Andy's deal."
