“You have an awesome body, my love,” she softly murmured as she took hold of my semi-flaccid cock. “If you tried to take me again, I don’t think I could stop you,” she cooed, playfully.
It was a long night.
The Sunday after next, after Jessie’s face healed, we went for dinner at our parents and steeled ourselves for the inevitable reaction. When we arrived at their home, Eli and Emma greeted us at the door, and after hugs all around, Eli held me at arms-length, studying me.
“Jake, boy, what’s happened to you?”
“What? Um, nothing…”
“You haven’t looked this good in a long time. I don’t see a black cloud over your head, son. Did you finally find someone?” He grinned, “You’ve got a new woman in your life, haven’t you?”
“Uh, I um, well, yes and no.”
“Yes and no? Which is it? Are we going to meet her anytime soon?”
“Um, again, yes and no.”
Emma spoke up, “Eli let them in and stop badgering him,” To me, she offered, “He may be retired, but he’ll never stop being a cop.”
“Detective,” he corrected as he took Jessie by the arm and led us all to the dining table.
“Dinner’s almost ready. Want to give me a hand, honey,” Emma directed at Jessie.
“Sure, Mom.”
As they left the room, Eli asked, “So, Derrick off doing his all-important business?”
“Um, not sure, Dad,” I said evasively.
He leaned towards me and conspiratorially groused, “I don’t like that bas…him too much, but don’t tell Jessica.”
“Um, Dad, I wanted to let Jess tell you, but…”
“We’re not together anymore, Daddy,” Jessie broke in, as she entered from the kitchen carrying serving dishes.
Eli sat silent, staring at Jessie while she set the bowls down. The aroma of Emma’s fabulous beef stew reminded me how hungry I was, in spite of my butterflies.
“So, you finally left that no-good. He never deserved you,” Eli declared.
Emma, coming from the kitchen, heard it all, “Eli, sometimes…” she said, shaking her head. “I’m sorry dear. What happened? Or do you not want to talk about it?”
“No, Mom, Dad, it’s one of the reasons we’re here tonight. I wanted you to know. But I didn’t leave him. He left me.”
“Sorry, honey, but good riddin’s. He never deserved you.” Eli asserted.
“Eli!” Emma admonished.
“No, Mom, Dad’s right. Good riddin’s!
“What happened, dear?” Emma asked again.
Jessie shrugged her shoulders, “The no-good bastard was cheating on me…with his boss, Margot…for over a year, I guess, maybe longer. He moved out two weeks ago.”
“Oh, baby, are you okay?”
“I’m fine, Mom. Never better.”
“Are you sure, dear?”
“Positively! Hey, let’s not let this spoil dinner. I’m starving.”
After dinner, we retired to the living room with snifters of Courvoisier (not my favorite drink, but theirs, though I’ve learned to drink it). Conversation immediately returned to Jessie and Derrick’s split. Jessica explained the confrontation and meeting me for lunch the next day, breaking down, drinking too much; everything but how the night ended.
“And you had no idea?” Emma asked.
“No, I didn’t. I mean, I felt things weren’t right and hadn’t been for a while, but I just thought we were going through some ‘marriage blues’ or something.”
“But you seem like you’re handling it well,” Eli interjected.
“Yes, well, Jake has been a great help with that,” Jessie said, a bit tongue in cheek.
“Thank you, Jake. You are such a good brother; always have been,” Emma added.
I squirmed on the couch next to Jessie and just nodded my head. This was going to be harder than I thought.
“So, you divorcing the S.O.B.?” Eli questioned.
“Yes, I called the lawyer last week and we meet Tuesday. Um, can we talk about something else, now?”
“Sure, honey, sorry,” Eli offered, then turned to me, “Anyway, I want to hear about this young lady that has Jake back to being his old self. We were beginning to worry about you, son.”
Emma countered, “You were worried, dear. I knew he would find his way in time.”
Stalling, I cleared my throat and glanced at Jessie. She gave a slight nod of her head.
“Well, um, Dad, when you asked earlier if I had a new woman in my life, and I said ‘yes and no’. I wasn’t being evasive. That was accurate. Yes, I have someone in my life that I love very much, but no, she is not new. I’ve loved her for a very long time, actually before I ever met Elise.”
Emma asked, “Do we know this young lady? I can’t think of anyone from the past that…” She stopped and got an odd look on her face.
“Eli, honey, could you give me a hand? I’d like to finish cleaning up.”
“We cleared the table? I want to hear…”
“The kitchen honey, then we’ll come back and chat.”
He didn’t immediately get up and looked irritated.
“Eli, the kitchen…”
She gave him the look that all wives master if they’ve been with their husband long enough.
“Alright,” he groused, hefted his bulk up and followed her into the kitchen.
As soon as they left, Jessie grabbed my hand, “Jake, I’m scared. I don’t think Dad is going to take this well.”
“I think Mom figured it out. I think she’s telling Dad right now, hopefully persuading him to not slug me,” I joked halfheartedly. But I imagined it was a real possibility. Eli doesn’t have a short fuse, very even-tempered. But I’ve seen him angry, and trust me, you do not want to be the object of his ire.
They were gone a good ten minutes, and the longer they were gone, the more nervous I became.
Emma came in, showing no cards, with Eli following, an unopened bottle of Courvoisier in one of his big paws. I imagined him hitting me with that club — his fist, not the bottle. I didn’t think he would waste the good brandy on me — no matter how upset he was.
“More brandy anyone?”
“Yes, I need, would like another, thanks,” I heard myself say.
As he poured mine, “Jessie?”
“Just a little, Dad.”
After refreshing our drinks, Eli made a production of getting situated in his recliner and taking a sip of his brandy.
“So, you were telling us, you have loved this woman for a long time. Before you met Elise?” Eli casually asked.
“Yes.”
“And did you have, um, relations with this woman before or while you were married to Elise?”
The question surprised me, and I expected Emma to object, but she sat silently, sipping her brandy.
I didn’t hesitate to answer, “No, never. She didn’t even know I loved her.”
He raised his eyebrows and gave a slight nod of his head.
“Hm, well, that’s interesting. Does she know now?”
I nodded, “Yes, I recently revealed that to her.”
My palms were sweating. I don’t think I had ever been interrogated before, but I knew I was now, and a little slow on the uptake, I didn’t understand why.
“I assume she loves you, too.”
“Yes, she does.”
He continued, “So, how long…”
Jessie interrupted him, “Daddy, she has loved him for a long time, too. And stop interrogating Jake like he was some criminal,” she said forcefully.
Before Eli could react, Jessie charged ahead, “Dad, Mom, I have always loved Jake…at first as a brother. But, years ago, I fell in love with the man he became. I fell in love with the man that treated his wife like my husband never treated me. And to answer your question, I didn’t know he loved me and he didn’t know I loved him…not in that way. And neither of us ever acted on it in any way, until…well, until now.”