Hmm, I'm not entirely sure what to make of this myself, it's a first time threesome for me and however fun it was to write it I'm not entirely convinced, we shall blame Kristine for this once again as she kept faith in me to do this and also took time to beta it so thank you! I love reviews as much as I love the 'ships I've got going here!
Part 2 : Introspection
He stood over her hours later, his mind consumed with the previous night's antics as he'd writhed under her apparently thick skin. The light permeating through the bedroom window gave her a soft, doll like after glow. He was patient, enjoying the satisfaction of having been so perfunctory. It hadn't been the sex so much but the fresh intellect she'd provided him with, not the monotony of a shared profession, someone with an intriguing background and plenty of skeletons in her closet, similar to him in many ways, keeping vices far from the surface so as to inflict minimal emotional strain on acquaintances, yet hurting from them with every step they took.
Slipping quietly from the room the judge made his way through the morning ritual of making coffee, hitting himself with a double shot with the quiet hope of making himself wake up. He may have been an experienced drinker but the dull ache that came from several whiskies never desisted, it was on those unfortunate occasions that his sentences were harsh, a payback for sitting through the case whilst hung over.
Making a point to open the curtains to their fullest he watched as she slowly released herself from a satisfactory slumber.
"what time is it?" she asked, rubbing the sleep from her eyes as she sat up, taking a moment to realise she was devoid of clothing.
"It's just gone eight but I have work today as I suspect you do, took the liberty of making you coffee," he smiled, handing her the steaming cup which she gratefully received, sipping it delicately before reaching to the ground to pick up the various items of clothing that had been so carelessly misplaced the night before.
"Here take this," he offered, passing one of his shirts her way, giving her the chance to regain a slight modicum of dignity as she continued following the path of clothes towards the kitchen.
"I never realised I was quite that bad yesterday," she admitted, feeling the trilling pain of a hang over settle in her head as she continued to drink the refreshing liquid.
"Oh you weren't, I think you'll find it's a lethal mix," he stated dully, getting his things for the day laid out so he could continue without being interrupted, the sign of a well accustomed adulterer, inside or outside of marriage.
"What, drugs and alcohol," she questioned irritably, confident she hadn't once again dabbled in the effects of marijuana, the last time in medical school had been torture enough, landing her in the bed of some geek who'd taken on a god like appearance.
"No, post consummation afterglow and a hangover, I find those happen a lot when I'm around." She was slightly taken aback at his unsubtle ego but she found something was stopping her from responding in equal egotistical intellect. "You're more than welcome to stay for the day, it looks like you could do with some time away from anything. I have work until six and then an untenable meeting with my ex wife but your company would be most pleasurable," he continued, hovering at the bathroom door as she considered his request.
"My meeting the ex wife is something of a fast move, perhaps I shall stay, see if London has anything to offer me." She eyed him cautiously, still parading an air of seduction in his shirt, if not more so since it barely covered her, letting long stems of utter perfection wink at him with every move of her leg, he was catching himself nearly stare at her backside as she lifted a banana from his fruit bowl.
"I'm sure you'll make a fine go of the shops, now please do excuse me, a judge late for duty is about as useful as a defendant still in bed," he smiled finally succumbing to the arduous task of dragging himself to work.
It took less than twenty minutes for the judge to ready himself, looking effortlessly smart in his suit with Mimi in his arms as he strode down the stairs and out to the car, he was aware of her piercing gaze at the upstairs window a delicate hand sweeping the curtain back. Fixing her with a cheeky wink he got into the car, setting Mimi in the passenger seat and setting off with worrying haste.
Connie hadn't felt as odd in ages, the mere situation was confusing to her, finding herself so intimately acquainted with the judge on her husband's case, she was no expert in law but there was a niggling regret that it had been entirely unlawful. Yet it gave her a fresh buzz that she hadn't felt in months, sinking into the mundane routine of life had given her stability yet this apparent dirty weekend was making her feel more alive than ever. Intent on making the most of her sudden bout of freedom Connie showered and changed effortlessly and headed out of the apartment, met with something of a disconcerting glance from the butler tending to the hall as she stepped onto the crisp winter's morning.
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When the sun had finally given up working for the day Connie opened the door of the taxi, needing little help with the numerous bag's she'd acquired during the day. It hadn't been necessary to buy the new dress, shoes, underwear and jewellery but when she got the rare opportunity to go shopping she well and truly went shopping, blowing a sizeable proportion of her salary on it. Immediate self-gratification.
Finding the flat still vacant of the judge she let herself in, taking the chance to investigate the extensive rooms, finding the dining table set eloquently for three and the living room primed to accept visitors. Hearing the sound of a car pulling up outside she quickly let herself into the bedroom. Carefully getting changed into her purchases and admiring her appearance in the mirror Connie stood, not sure if she was hiding or feeling intimidated by the sound of the female voice filtering through.
Jumping slightly as the judge entered his bedroom she met his gaze with a seductive smile,
"You look amazing," he told her huskily, flinging his suit jacket off in lieu of a more relaxed unbuttoned shirt, the intention evident by the number of button's slowly being undone.
"And you're heading that way," she teased in response, slinking round the room so she was stood inches from the door, her deep brown heel tapping lightly on the carpet as he followed her.
"After you," he smiled, offering her first choice through the door.
"No after you," she insisted, following him into the lounge where a stunning blonde woman stood as relaxed as if she were in her own home, meeting her with a smile she let herself be introduced.
"George, this is Connie Beauchamp. She's been attending court this week, and I felt she may be of some use for that case you were working on," the judge smiled, innocently revealing the ulterior motive for inviting George to his house, though affections still ran high between the couple they barely met outside of court and rarely discussed anything more than work. "Connie this is George Channing, my ex-wife, and a nasty breed of soulless lawyer you so kindly refer to us as," he continued, fixing the pair with an awkward wink.
"Despite appearances we aren't all as soulless as John, it's a pleasure to meet you Connie," George admitted eventually, shaking Connie's hand before taking a seat at the slightly longer sofa, it wasn't until she brought her legs under herself that Connie felt happy enough to sit down. "So, John never mentioned what your job was," the more formal woman admonished eventually, taking a keen interest in Connie's background, only the dumb and stupid would miss an after glow that John possessed, and to decipher whether it was a high class call girl, or genuine lover he'd taken in was top on George's mind.
"I'm the clinical lead in Cardiotharacics in Holby General," Connie stated with an overly sweet smile, it still felt a slight tad awkward in John's absence as he fixed the drinks, clearly leaving them time to stew, relax and grow fond of each other's company. Whilst not strictly kosher, the motive was slowly beginning to take effect.
"Ahh, yes, not meaning to be forward but I thought perhaps you could skim over a case I've got coming up, it's a borderline consent issue, I have a strong willed fifteen year old who doesn't wish to undergo surgery that could make her life easier and a feisty mother fighting the case." George stopped, allowing John to quietly interrupt with the alcohol sufficient to keep them entertained for the evening.
"I'd be happy to, these cases always interest the medical world," Connie smirked; bring her body forward in the seat as if to announce she wasn't intimidated any more. "So how long were you married," Connie continued, taking a sip of the gin and tonic she'd been given, enjoying the tingle it gave her.
"Well we were involved for ten years, if that's what you mean," George stated with a dull ache that had ceased to leave her, "and our daughter thought it a good enough way to diddle us both to the maximum."
"Oh come on George, Charlie is hardly to blame for that," the judge protested, sinking into the other sofa, slowly draining his whisky glass.
"No I think you're dick was, but we digress. You and your husband are still together?" George asked hesitantly, eyeing the strife Connie was putting herself through as she formulated an answer which didn't give rise to the heartache yet shower her with sympathy.
"We're separated," Connie whispered; glancing at the judge to see if he were going to add anything to the statement, without hesitation she continued, "he's at his majesties pleasure for fraud and manslaughter."
"Ahh, the high class law breaking classic, did he claim it was because he loved you," George asked without hesitation.
"It was something like that, although to be honest it was around the time he got caught with my ward sister that I started to doubt it," Connie smiled, looking back at it now, it was almost laughable, the dignity she'd struggled to maintain had given her the upper hand now, Everytime she'd accosted Chrissy since had been eventful, snide comments and the moral high ground had made work bearable.
Claiming he needed to check that supper was progressing sufficiently John excused himself, giving light to conversation he really didn't need to be party to.
"Catching them at it is awful and yet fantastically amusing at the same time."
"Oh don't I know it, John has a way with women, don't think you're the first or the last," George admits, not needing to force a laugh as the women share a lifetime of heartache, pain and mis guided trust in one short sentence.
"He's more like me than you think," Connie replies; feeling a slight smile cross her face as relaxation finally overcomes her, drink helping immensely.
"Ladies, dinner is ready," the judge drawls, suddenly appearing at the door, providing a hand to guide them to the dining room, dinner consisting of a meat dish which neither woman can distinguish yet they tuck in silently, enjoying the peace that fills the room, silence overcoming as the sound of rush hour traffic slowly dissipated.
In the few hours it had taken them from arriving to having dinner and retiring to the lounge various issues had been discussed, some on Connie's ground though most on the judge's his inquisitive nature, feeling somewhat like a petulant child sticking his nose out of joint. Connie, as George had always been, was firm on him, giving him clear signals as to when the conversation was dodgy, edgy or bang out of order.
The effects of the wine, brandy and various other spirits consumed over the duration were starting to have a greater effect on lawyers than it appeared to be on Connie, fond memories of university had told her that, despite every vocation thinking they could party forever, it was mainly the doctor's who'd come closest to suffering a bout of serious liver failure.
"Is something on you're mind," George asked inquisitively as they sat musing in the lounge. Sensing the other woman's introspection she felt her nature offering a question. It was something George had always done, to question judgements, decisions, thoughts, anything that she could cross-examine to the point of irritation.
"No, just a little bit of satisfaction in that my husband has four grimy walls, a locked door and a rough sounding murderer for company and I have practically the opposite," watching the coy smirk that toyed on Connie's lips sent an odd feeling up her spine, something she'd never felt since a love she'd held during a rebellious semester in Law school.
"I'm pretty sure he'll still get it inside," George muttered to an appreciative laughter from her companions.
"That's a little harsh," John quipped eventually, evidently aware of the tension filling the air, unsure whether it was sexual or territorial, the two women were clearly a match made in heaven, able to spar one another from the fence with the ease of taking sweets from a child.
"Hardly, he's getting what he deserves, anal sex with a armed robber could be right up Michael's street, I'd never know," Connie interrupted, sending a fresh waft of giggling round the room, not normally party to such admonishing infantile behaviour brought a fresh spark to the inquisition.
"It really doesn't bother you that he's serving time and you're out here, socialising and enjoying life," George asked in a more serious note, sinking the last of her wine with comfortable ease.
"Not really, we'd never been monogamous, why stop now," Connie replied with a dead beat drawl that sent George spinning once again, unsure of whether it was the alcohol or the arousal within her that was causing her to loose momentary consciousness, feeling nothing but a light headed haze for what felt like only seconds.
Taking a deep breath of relief as her eyes slowly flickered open, Connie stepped back from the bed, sitting on the edge as George sat up slowly.
"You gave us quite a fright," Connie muttered as George relinquished at the other woman's touch.
"Where's John?" she asked, still holding Connie's hand as if the world were about to dissipate around her, unsure of whether letting go would loose the spark they were feeling between them, more than a tingle, passionate, enticing and fulfilling.
"HE went to get you a glass of water," Connie purred, moving from sitting on the edge of the bed to full on, sitting hands around George's slender waist, her lips locked on the other woman's, her hands ravenous on the tendrils of hair cascading on the other's neck, draping thoughtfully on shoulder's.
"We shouldn't…." giving George little time to protest Connie felt the top disappear under her skill, lifting her lips to the pert, tight, scar less abdomen dirtying it with perfect butterfly kisses, wrenching at her flesh before licking it back into place, caressing her belly button with deft skill and tender emotion. Letting her free hand release the clasp on George's trousers Connie gasped at the light satin thong barely working its job of keeping her modesty hidden, giving her a moment to regain her composure Connie let her mouth slowly draw back the luxurious material so it fell to the wayside.
Standing at the door felt like being in an immensely kinky porn film, watching talented women eat each other as they were left little to be desired, he'd never thought of Connie having the ability to make George come so well without much hard work, seeing her pupils dilate, her body flaccid to the other's touch, little pittance of ecstasy manifesting itself in powerless yelps. Stepping forward into the room John let a slight cough escape his lips, gently joining them in the bed it suddenly felt wrong, the three of them, his ex wife and mother of his daughter and the latest lover he'd picked up.
Slowly they untwined from one another; the women now virtually naked set themselves one on each side of his languorous body, peeling back his shirt gave rise to a fresh wave of energy surge down the judge's back as his torso became wet from the kisses berating on it. On one side he had the fiery temper of George locking his lips in a passionate whirl of lust like Lucifer had been reincarnated, on the other ice queen herself Connie Beauchamp, someone who had the luxury of her reputation preceding her. Feeling her hand grasp at his manhood he attempted to let out a long intermittent groan, stopped by the tongue searching his mouth for something he was sure didn't exist.
Letting himself roll over to Connie's side of the bed he forcefully let himself inside her, drinking in the aroused aroma the distinguished her from all the rest, letting her soft wills turn into deep purrs of outflow, filling the room with the steamy atmosphere of sexual lust. Feeling George's lips pin her to the bed was verging on the point of too much for Connie as the other woman's tongue pressed into hers, drinking in the last remaining taste's of red wine, memories of holiday's spent abroad filling her mind, the heat emanating from her body, her core mimicking the feel of a high sun glowing on her body. Paradise and heaven rolled up in one adventure, bringing the feeling of want to the foreground, something she'd not felt in a long time, even before her husband's incarceration. Writhing under the touch of George's hand across the stiff peak of her nipple she gasped loudly as the hand turned into a mouth, teasing at the sensitive flesh, the feeling sending her to peak once again.
Letting George continue to make love to Connie the judge turned his attentions to her, berating her thigh's with tantalizing kisses, letting his finger's enter her slowly, brushing her g spot immediately, remedying her uncontrollable cries with his lips, licking her centre with skill he'd perfected over many years.
Coming full circle meant a lot to them, watching Connie move her hands around the light tan of her areolas felt magical, reminding her of nothing but happy, fulfilling thought's of being needed, having a purpose in life which extended beyond the courtroom, confines of work or hiding from reality. Drinking in the taste of herself as John's lip's collided with hers felt satisfying, as if she would never need to eat again for want of nothing more.
Amazing, yet f u c k I n g wrong, brilliant yet absolutely evil, heavenly yet the work of Lucifer, infidelity with a hint of lust.
