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Consequences Pt. 01

By: xleglover



Author's note: This is the 4th book in this series. The other books are:

Book 1: He Fucked My Girl 

Book 2: All in My Head 

Book 3: Making It Work 

This story, Consequences, starts right after the end of Making It Work. 

*

Jen sat next to Mike one leg under her. "You're okay?" she asked, looking into his eyes.

"I think so," Mike said. 

"Just think so?" she asked. She snuggled into his arm. She grimaced self-reproachfully. "I feel so stupid."

"The game's dangerous," he said. 

"I know, but ... I should've made Tom wear a condom."

"The game's dangerous," Mike repeated. "That's part of the excitement, right?"

"So ... if I'm really pregnant?" she tentatively asked.

Mike knew abortion or putting the baby up for adoption were out of the question for his wife. Either would tear her apart. He'd signed up for this when he encouraged her to play the game. They'd played with fire and now he had to deal with the consequences.

"We've talked about starting a family," he said.

Jen's eyes grew hopeful. "So you're okay with ... with everything?"

Mike knew she meant "with the baby maybe being Tom's." He pulled her close. "Yes, with everything," he promised.

"I don't deserve you, you know?" she said leaning into his arms.

He hugged her. "Tom's out of the picture, right?" he asked. 

"That's completely over," she assured him, hugging him tighter. She noticed he was hard. She rubbed him.

"Sorry, my head's all over the place about this," he said sheepishly, his cheeks going red.

"Don't be embarrassed, I get it," she said softly, rubbing his hard-on. She knew he had wild fantasies. They both did. She took him out, lowered her head and went down on him.

The next day Jen hesitantly entered her church. 

"Jennifer!" Father Nathaniel said with a big smile. They hugged hello. "I haven't seen you and Michael for some time." 

"I'm sorry Father," Jen apologized, embarrassed. "We've been kinda busy. Um ... can I talk to you?"

"Of course," Father Nathaniel said inviting her into his office. "How can I help you Jennifer?" he asked, concerned. After over 30 years of being a minister, he could tell when something serious was up with one of his flock.

Jen didn't know how to begin, so she got right to the point. "Um, well, I was just wondering how the Church feels about abortion," she stammered.

Father Nathaniel took her hands. "Child, are you pregnant?" he asked.

"I don't know," she said. Then she admitted "I might be."

"Then why on Earth are you considering abortion?" he asked. "The last time we spoke, you and Michael talked about starting a family."

"It's just ..." Jen started. She looked away, shamefaced.

Father Nathaniel read her face. He'd been around the block many times with his flock, and instantly knew what was going on. "I see," he said, his tone judgmental. "Well Jennifer, the Church's position hasn't changed. Every life is sacred, a baby's most of all. So abortion's a sin."

"Okay," Jen said, her cheeks red with shame. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She moved to get up. 

Father Nathaniel squeezed her hands, holding her in the chair. "And how are you and Michael?" he asked.

"We're okay, I think," she said.

"He knows?" Father Nathaniel asked. "You've told him everything?"

"Yes," Jen assured him.

"That's good," Father Nathaniel said nodding. "Honesty is good. Confession is good." He gave her a warm encouraging smile. "I'll tell you something Jennifer. We're human. We all sin. But God and his son Jesus Christ will forgive our sins, if we confess them with a pure heart."

The next week, Mike went to the store and bought a pregnancy test. At home, Jen hesitantly went into the bathroom. A few moments later she came out, tears rolling down her cheeks. Mike looked at the slim white stick. There were two blue lines in the small display. She was pregnant.

Jen wept and Mike pulled her into his arms. "Shhhh, it's okay," he said kissing her.

"I'm sorry Mike!" she sobbed into his chest.

"It's okay, it's okay," he said hugging her into his chest. Even as he comforted her, his head spun, thoughts bouncing wildly though his head. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. The baby probably wasn't his. She'd let another man impregnate her!

His head and heart were in turmoil, doubts abounded. Fathering another man's child. Could he really do it? Could he love and nurture another man's baby?

But he loved Jen. They'd played the game. She'd done only what he wanted her to do. He couldn't toss her out now. If he did, what kind of man would he be? He loved her, adored her even. Could he live without her?

She sensed his turmoil. "You still love me right?" she asked hugging him tighter. She felt his hard-on. She knew his fantasies, knew he was conflicted. She wanted him inside her. She didn't care why he was aroused, she needed the connection with him.

She pulled him down on her, kissing him, tonguing him, pulling his hands down to her long legs. He pulled up her skirt and yanked off her panties. She opened her legs. She reached between them and hurriedly unbuckled his pants. She took his shaft and guided him to her pussy lips, and it felt so good when he pushed in, not sexual pleasure so much, more like love, his confirmation that he still loved her.

He fucked her frantically and came after just moments. She didn't cum -- she hadn't gotten close really -- but she didn't care, she just wanted to feel him inside her, feel the connection.

Later they snuggled in bed on their sides, looking at each other. "You're really okay with this?" she asked. "If you want, I can ... I mean ... there's abortion ..."

Mike put a finger to her lips. "You don't believe in that. I don't either."

"You're sure?" she asked softly.

"Yeah ..." he said. "I mean ... I'm still getting used to the idea ... but I guess I knew this might happen."

"Yeah ..." she agreed, her eyes downcast. 

She felt his hard cock pressing against her. "Already?" she said with a giggle. He went red embarrassed. "It's okay, I get it," she assured him, knowing his fantasies.

"You must think I'm so perverted," he said

"No I don't," she said. "Your fantasies kinda turn me on," she admitted with a smile. She thought back to the crazy fantasies she'd had lately involving him.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know," she said. She didn't want to get into it. "It's kinda hard to explain." She snuggled into him. "Hold me okay?" she asked, and he held her. Later they made love again.

The next day Allie stepped into Jen's office. "Well?" she asked, closing the door. She knew the answer by the look on her face. "God Jen," she said, hugging her friend.

"Mike's okay with it?" she asked.

"Yeah," Jen said. "So far at least."

"Have you thought about abortion? Or adoption?" 

"I've thought about it," Jen said. "It could be Mike's you know."

"You really think so?" Allie asked skeptically. "You and Mike never use condoms, right? And it's not like this is the first time you spazzed on the pill. But you never got pregnant with Mike before. Anyway, haven't you mostly been doing it with Tom?"

"That's over," Jen insisted.

"I'm just saying ..." Allie said.

"I don't know," Jen said looking down, disheartened. "You can't tell anyone I'm pregnant, especially Scott. I don't want Tom finding out."

"He'll find out eventually," Allie said.

"I just don't want to deal with him now."

"I get it," Allie said. She saw concern cross her best friend's face. "What's wrong?"

Looking worried, Jen said "I hope Mike doesn't change his mind. About being okay with everything."

The next week after work Jen went to the gym. In the locker room she changed into a sports bra, cami top and black leggings. The cami's 2 thin straps did little to hide the bra straps, and ended just below her belly button. 

As she walked out of the locker room, she paused in front of a full length mirror. She looked at her flat stomach and tight ass, adjusting to look at her profile. She wondered what pregnancy would do to her body. 

She did her regular yoga class, and then went to the mats to work on her abs and butt. She did lunges for her ass, and walkout planks and pushups for her abs. 45 minutes later her cami and bra were wet with sweat. 

The mats were next to the weights, and she'd acquired more than a few admirers. "Looking good Jen," Blake said. Blake was with some of his buddies, and they were all looking her up and down. 

"Thanks," Jen said toweling the perspiration from her forehead.

"Want me to spot you on some weights?" Blake asked approaching her. Sometimes they worked out together. His eyes darted down to her chest, where the wet cami and bra molded around her small shapely breasts.

"Thanks but I'm heading home after this," Jen said.

"I'm done too, how about a drink?" Blake asked. "A group of us are going out."

"I better get home, maybe next time," Jen said.

Back in the locker room, Jen gathered her things. "Hi Jen," she heard behind her.

Jen turned and saw it was Denise. "Hi Denise," she said with a smile. They were casual gym friends. "Hot date tonight with your hubby?" Jen asked seeing Denise doing her hair and makeup.

"No, Tyler's off with his buddies this weekend," she said sourly. She added with a humorless laugh, "Golf, cigars and strip clubs, you know, every boy's dream weekend."

"Um, yeah, boys will be boys," Jen agreed politely, sensing the tension between Denise and her husband and feeling awkward. 

Denise looked Jen up and down. "God I wish I had your body," she said, admiring Jen's tight slim figure.

Jen glanced at Denise, dressed in just her bra and panties. Her figure wasn't bad for a thirty-something mom. Her tummy sagged over her panties a little. Her ass was a little flabby. Her legs weren't bad but cellulite was forming at the back of her thighs. 

"I'm practically flat chested," Jen said laughing at herself. 

"Okay, I've got you there," Denise chuckled with a friendly smile. She arched her back, making her big natural breasts look even bigger. "You should have seen me 10 years ago. I had the best body!" She smiled at the memory, proudly adding "Tyler couldn't keep his hands off me."

Then her face became melancholy. She slumped slightly. Even wearing the bra it was obvious her big breasts were beginning to sag. "Don't get old Jen, men like tight bodies like yours," she lamented. She wiggled into her dress and stepped into high heels. "Can you zip me?"

"Come on Denise, you're a knockout," Jen said encouragingly, zipping up her friend. 

Denise smiled appreciatively at Jen. "I'll tell Tyler that," she laughed, but her eyes were sad. 

As she left the gym, Jen saw Denise flirting and laughing with Blake and his friends. She was paying most of her attention to a tall blonde guy -- was his name Alex? Alex was paying a lot of attention to Denise too, looking her up and down, especially at her big chest. 

Denise had picked her dress well. It made her look curvy and hid all her flaws. Alex was eating her up with his eyes, and she was laughing and flirting outrageously with him. 

Jen suspected Denise would end up in Alex's bed tonight. She felt sorry for Alex and her husband Tyler. Their marriage was in trouble. They were drifting apart, cheating on each other. 

Then she inwardly laughed at herself. Was her marriage any better? Mike knew about her affairs and even encouraged her, but here she was pregnant with (probably) another man's baby.

Later at home, Mike said "I've got to go to London again, for Sapphire."

Jen narrowed her eyes. "Going out with Jasmine Kelly again?" she teased. She said it with a smile, but her eyes were definitely not smiling.

"You know those newspaper pictures were BS, right?" he said. "Just society gossip nonsense."

"Whatever," Jen said dismissively. She'd eventually talk to Mike about this "society gossip nonsense," but now wasn't the time.

Later after dinner they sat on the sofa. Jen was still in her workout clothes. Sometimes she showered and changed after working out, but Mike liked it when she lounged around in her skimpy workout top and leggings.

The TV was on in the background, but they weren't really watching it. Jen was reading a book and Mike surfing the net on his iPad.

Jen wasn't really reading her book. Instead she was thinking about her earlier conversation with Denise. Abruptly, she put her book down and straddled Mike's lap. He laughed when she took the iPad from him and tossed it to the side.

"Do you think I'm sexy?" she asked him.

"You know I do," he said reaching up to cup her small perfect breasts.

She pushed his hands away, and he laughed. "What about when I'm big and fat with the baby, will you still think I'm sexy then?" she asked.

"You'll be even sexier," Mike said. He reached up again, and this time she didn't stop him as he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples.

She crossed her arms and pulled off the cami and sports bra. Thinking of Denise, she pulled his hands back to her now naked breasts and said "What about later? My breasts might not be as pretty after breast feeding."

"You'll always be perfect to me," Mike said, his eyes going from her breasts to her flat stomach. His hands followed his eyes, his fingertips caressing her firm stomach. 

"I'm gonna get big you know," she said. "My whole body's going to change."

"I know," he said, his voice hoarse with excitement.

She thought again of Denise, squeezing her mature sagging body into the tight form shaping dress. "Mike, you know, right now I probably look as good as I'm ever gonna look," she said. "I'm not always going to look this good. Girls' bodies change. What's gonna happen when guys stop looking at me? Will you still think I'm sexy?"

"That'll never happen," Mike insisted, moving to kiss her.

"Mike stop, it will," she said pulling away from him. "Everyone gets old. Men get more charming, but women just get old."

"Why are you worried about this, you're only 26," Mike said confused.

"Because I'm pregnant," she said, feeling insecure. "And ... and the baby might be Tom's. I know you're okay with that. I know it kinda turns you on too. But what happens when I'm not hot anymore? Are you still gonna be okay with everything?"

"You'll always be hot," Mike said, pulling her off his lap and onto the sofa. He got on top of her and they made out. 

Panting, he whispered hotly into her ear, "You never told me about how Tom came inside you." 

"Mike ... no," she said. He wasn't getting this at all. He wasn't seeing her concerns and anxieties.

"Come on, baby, tell me," he insisted.

She decided to roll with it. They could talk serious later. "Okay, but ... let me on top," she said. 

They switched so Mike lay on his back and she straddled his waist. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her nails over his chest. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this good!

"It was the last time we did it," she recounted. "A couple days before I broke up with him."

"Yeah?" he prompted excitedly. 

"We were in his bed. He got me hot."

"You wanted his cock?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yeah," she admitted. 

"Okay," Mike said prompting her to go on.

"I couldn't remember the last time I took the pill," she said. "I told him to use a condom, but he didn't have any."

"Did you?" Mike asked.

"In my purse. It was downstairs ..."

"So what happened?" Mike prompted excitedly.

"We kept going," Jen said. "He promised to pull out." 

"Why didn't you get the condom?"

"I don't know ... he promised to pull out ... it was dumb."

"That's okay," Mike said, pulling her down and kissing her. As they made out, Jen snaked her hands between their bodies. She unbuckled his belt and pants, then reached her soft hand into his boxers.

"Wait," he groaned, pushing her hand away. "I'll cum if you touch me." He rolled her onto her back and pulled the black tights off her long shapely legs. She was naked now except for white ankle socks. He left them on her, she looked so cute and sexy wearing them.

She shuddered as he ran a finger between her pussy lips. "What happened next?" he asked.

"He fucked me," she said.

"Did you know it was your risky time of the month?" he asked pushing a finger into her. 

"Yeah I guess," Jen admitted with a grunt. Her face was a mix of excitement and shame. "But ... he promised to pull out."

"That's okay," Mike said kissing her. Still fingering her, he said "He came inside you?"

"Yeah," Jen confessed. She quickly added "When I realized what he'd done I tried to clean up, in the shower."

"He cums a lot though, right?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said looking down, shamefaced. 

"It's okay," Mike said kissing her again. Then he moved down until his head was at her pussy. He ran his fingertips over her flat tummy. "It's Tom baby, isn't it?"

"I'm sure it's yours," she assured him. She closed her eyes and moaned as he went down on her. He was so good at this. He had her writhing and clutching the sheets, and soon her back arched and her toes curled in a powerful orgasm.

He moved up her body and kissed her. She panted into his mouth, recovering from her orgasm. When she calmed down, he took his cock and guided it into her. He groaned at the pleasure of his cock inside her (still) tight pussy, so smooth and soft, like a tight velvet glove.

He began moving inside her. "It's Tom's baby, isn't it?" he said looking into her eyes.

"It's yours," she insisted. "Remember? We had sex the night before."

Mike leaned down and kissed her, his thrusts getting more urgent. "I didn't cum that night," he told her. "I was upset. I couldn't stay hard."

"You didn't cum?" she asked her eyes going wide. Often he came fast and got soft, she'd assumed that's what had happened. "Oh god Mike," she said horrified, realizing the truth.

"It's okay," he said, fucking her harder. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and groped her tits as his fucking became more frantic. "Oh god!" he groaned, his back arching, and then his body spasmed as he had a thunderous orgasm.

Afterwards tears formed in Jen's eyes and she sobbed into Mike's chest. Mike held her tight. With his lust sated, he felt empty and lost.

They fell asleep that way. The next day Mike woke up early and packed for his trip to London. Jen joined him in the shower. They both felt melancholy. She got on her knees and went down on him. 

Mike stared out the window on the flight to London. She'd let another man impregnate her. The ultimate act of cuckoldry. He loved her ... he'd encouraged their game ... but could he really father another man's child?

He went back and forth on this. Sometimes he thought he could do it. The baby would be white. It's not like anyone would know. Tom might say something, but most wouldn't believe him. 

But then he wondered if he could really do it. Nothing turned him on like Jen with other men. The risk of pregnancy was a big part of it. In fact, thinking about his wife REALLY pregnant with another man's baby was making him dizzy with excitement. But this was a lifetime commitment, not a weekend hookup. It was an innocent baby after all. It wasn't a game.

Mike's meetings went well the next day. Potential investors traveled from all over Europe, Russia, Hong Kong and China to hear his presentation on the new, global version of Sapphire. In just a few hours Mike earned his firm over $100 million dollars in additional annual commissions. His take of that would be 10% -- every year! It was too much money to imagine.

His iPhone rang in the taxi back to the hotel. He was only mildly surprised to see it was Darren. He hadn't seen Darren since that time at the pickup bar, but they'd emailed a few times about business. 

"Hey mate, I heard on the grapevine you were in London," Darren said cheerily in his English accent. "How about dinner? It's the least I can do after all the money my clients have made off Sapphire."


Consequences Pt. 01



Mike didn't want to go out. Room service and an in-room movie sounded much better what with jet lag and his busy day. But something inside urged him to go. 

"Mike, I really want to thank you for letting my clients invest in Sapphire," Darren said as the waiter served their after dinner drinks. Darren got a vintage port and Mike a brandy.

"It's no big deal Darren, don't worry about it," Mike said.

"I'm serious Mike, you did me a big favor," Darren said. He looked embarrassed. "To be honest, I'm not much of a lawyer. But with Sapphire, I've gotten a promotion, and I might even make partner." He laughed. "You know what the best part is? My mum told me she was proud of me."

"I'm glad to hear that Darren," Mike said looking down.

Darren chuckled. "You don't take compliments well, do you?" he said with a friendly smile.

"Picture a nerdy introverted math geek, and that's me," he said with a shrug, smiling back.

Darren laughed. "Well listen, you have to let me pay you back." He leaned over the table and gave Mike a sly grin. "I'm hooking up with a new couple tonight. Wanna come along and watch?"

Seeing Mike's wary look, Darren quickly added, "I'm not trying to get into Jen's pants. We're mates now, right? I wouldn't try to do that." Then he tilted his head inquisitively and said, "Unless you want that ...." 

"No," Mike said immediately. "I mean ... no."

Seeing the anxiety on Mike's face, Darren said "Are you two okay?"

"Yeah, we're good," Mike lied. 

Darren studied Mike. Then he said "Something I AM good at is reading people. And I can tell things aren't good. What's happened Mike?" When Mike didn't answer, Darren chuckled hoping to put him at ease. "We've been through a lot. I owe you a lot. Come on, talk to me."

Mike inwardly struggled. It WOULD help to talk things over with someone. But could he trust Darren? Then he smiled inside. Of course he could trust Darren. They'd done a lot with him, a lot of risqué stuff, and he'd proven himself by never saying a word to anyone. And Darren was the perfect person to talk to, because he understood this lifestyle. He realized this was why his intuition had told him to go out tonight, so he could talk things over with Darren.

"Jen's pregnant," Mike abruptly said.

Darren slowly nodded. He instantly understood. "And it's not yours?"

Mike shook his head, looking down. "I don't think so."

"Do you know who the father is?"

"I think so," Mike said looking embarrassed. He awkwardly added. "Tom, her lover. Boyfriend I guess. He --."

"That's okay Mike, I get it," Darren said in an understanding voice. 

Mike nodded gratefully. They were silent for long moments.

"Abortion?" Darren asked.

"Not an option. Jen's Catholic."

"I get it," Darren said with a nod. "So, are you going to leave her?"

"I love her Darren," Mike said his hands open. "And you know us. If anything, it's my fault not hers."

Darren nodded again. "But you're wondering if you can deal with the baby," he said.

"Yeah," Mike said, his face tortured.

"I've fathered a few babies," Darren said simply with a shrug. "You know, with my lovers."

"White girls?" Mike asked.

Darren shrugged again. "You know me Mike. That's my thing. Married white women." He wasn't being arrogant; he was just stating a fact.

"So ... how did it work out?" 

"You mean are the wives still with their husbands?" Darren said. "Two split up I think. The rest are still together. I still see some of them. It's a big turn on for some husbands."

"I get that," Mike said with a humorless laugh.

"The couple I'm seeing tonight -- Jim and Stacy -- they've talked about exploring that part of the fantasy," Darren said. "You know, me getting Stacy pregnant."

"You'd do that, knowing it might split them up?" Mike asked.

"I'm not a jerk," Darren said defensively. "But if that's what they want ... yeah, I'd do it. Don't take this the wrong way, I'm not trying to bull you -- but there's nothing hotter than getting another man's wife pregnant."

Mike slowly nodded, but didn't say anything. His heart was pounding and he didn't trust his voice.

Darren could tell his friend was hotter than hades. He didn't rub it in though. Instead he said "I'm off to see Jim and Stacy. Come along, you'll enjoy it."

"It'll be okay with them?" Mike asked doubtfully.

"Don't worry, I called them earlier and set it all up," Darren said with a confident grin.

An hour later, Jim was watching his wife slow dance with Darren. He glanced at Mike. "Darren hooks up with your wife?"

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind I'm here," Mike said awkwardly.

"No worries, mate. Stacy and I go to swing parties so we're used to people watching," Jim explained. He added with a chuckle "Stacy likes it actually. Your wife -- Jen right? -- does she like being watched?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said honestly, feeling awkward to be talking like this to someone he just met. But then, Jim was letting him watch Stacy with Darren, so he had a right to ask questions. "We've never been to a swing party."

"Ring me the next time you're in London and I'll get you an invite," Jim said amicably. He looked back at his wife and Darren. They were kissing now. "Stacy's never had a black man before. Is it true, once they go black they don't go back?" Jim laughed.

Mike laughed back. They'd already had one bottle of wine and were well on the way to finishing another. The alcohol was opening him up. "Jen's mostly had white boyfriends since we started playing."

"How long's that?" 

"Since back in college, when we were dating."

"Five years for us, started about a year after we got married," Jim said. He raised an eyebrow. "You let her have boyfriends? I'm not sure I could handle that."

"It can be tough," Mike admitted. He looked inquiringly at Jim. "Darren said you were thinking of letting him --."

"Knock up Stacy?" Jim said with an excited grin. "Now that would be something, wouldn't it? Another man putting a bun in her oven. And a black man at that! I can't imagine anything more exciting!"

"But ... aren't you worried what people will say?"

"Nah," Jim said with an unconcerned shrug. "I got laid off last month. Economy's still bad here, worse than the States. Stacy's between jobs too. I got a good severance package though. We're gonna go away for a year, maybe Australia, I've always wanted to go there. When we come back we'll have a new adopted black baby. That's what we'll tell people anyway."

Mike nodded but still felt unsure. "You're okay with the baby not being yours?"

"Stacy's my wife mate," Jim said. "Any baby that pops out of her is mine." He shrugged. "No different than if Darren donated his sperm to a fertility clinic. No worries with that, right?"

"Yeah, I get it," Mike said nodding again.

Later at their house, Mike sat in a chair while Darren undressed Stacy. Jim was on the bed with them, and Stacy alternated between kissing her husband and her new black lover.

Stacy and Jim were a little older, early 30s. Stacy had a cute face and soft strawberry blonde hair. She had a nice body. A little chummy in the stomach and hips but firm tits and long legs. She wore a garter belt and seamed stockings, and black high heels.

Darren laid her down while she continued to kiss Jim. He moved up her body. She stopped kissing her husband and took Darren into her mouth. Jim fondled her big breasts while she gave Darren head.

It was clear Stacy knew how to suck cock. She took almost all of Darren into her mouth and down her throat, more than Jen could handle. For some reason Mike was comforted by that.

As Stacy blew Darren, Jim moved between her legs and went down on her. Soon both she and Darren were ready. Jim moved to the side and Darren positioned himself between her legs. He took his cock and rubbed the big cockhead between her glistening bare pussy lips. "Should I wear a condom?" he teased them.

Stacy and Jim exchanged looks. "Are you sure?" she asked her husband hopefully.

"Yes, I'm sure," Jim said excitedly.

Darren grinned. "You're off the pill right?" he asked as he penetrated her.

"Yeah," Stacy grunted, clenching her teeth at Darren's girth. She squeezed her husband's hand and said, "Months now."

Darren covered her lips with his, and soon they were making out. Stacy managed to keep holding Jim's hand even as Darren fucked her hard and made her cum. Darren fucked her hard for 20 minutes, and she came at least one more time. Finally Mike saw Darren push deep into Jim's wife. His muscular ass and thighs tensed, and then his hips violently jerked back and forth. He was shooting his black seed into Stacy's fertile womb.

Afterwards Darren pulled out and moved to the side. Jim immediately took his place between Stacy's legs. Jim was hard as a rock. His cock was about 6 inches and decent thickness. Smaller than Darren but bigger than Mike. 

Stacy reached over to the side table and got a condom. She ripped the foil package with her teeth, then rolled the rubber on her husband. She then lovingly guided him into her. They fucked -- no, made love -- and Stacy had another orgasm before Jim came and shot his load into the condom.

After pulling out and disposing of the condom, Jim and Stacy giggled and hugged each other. Darren stood to the side, smiling and looking satisfied. Suddenly the three of them looked over at Mike, having forgotten he was there.

"Everything okay mate?" Darren asked.

Stacy looked at Mike's crotch. He realized he'd been rubbing his cock through his pants. Embarrassed, he quickly pulled his hand away. Stacy smiled at him. "I can take care of that if you want," she offered. "That is, if you don't mind wearing a condom." Partly she felt sorry for him. But she thought he was cute and charmingly shy. She'd enjoy fucking him.

"That's okay," Mike said, hurriedly getting up. Not wanting Stacy to think he was rejecting her, he added "My wife and I only play together." It was kinda the truth.

"I understand," Stacy said, and she turned her attention back to her husband.

Mike left the bedroom. A few minutes later, Darren joined him and they left. At Mike's hotel, they got beers at the bar. "So what do you think?" Darren asked.

"It was different," Mike said. "With Jen, you were ... more aggressive."

Darren laughed. "Everyone's different mate," he said grinning. "I could tell you and Jen were into that big black bull stuff. That's brilliant, that. But Jim and Stacy are different. They're just looking for people to play with."

"It was like a threesome," Mike said.

"You got it," Darren agreed. He crocked an eyebrow at Mike. "You know, maybe you should get more involved when Jen is with her lover. Make it more like a threesome. Might take the sting out of it for you."

"Maybe," Mike said doubtfully. "I don't think it'd be as exciting."

"I knew you'd say that," Darren said with another friendly laugh. 

"So ... do you think Stacy's pregnant?" Mike asked, trying to hide his excitement.

"She will be by next weekend," Darren said confidently. "This is her fertile time, and I'm fucking her every day this week. Stacy and Jim want this to happen."

Back in his room, Mike needed an orgasm. He hadn't cum while watching Darren with Stacy and Jim. He couldn't fantasize about them though. Really, the only person he could fantasize about was Jen. 

In his head he imagined Jen's last time with Tom. How he'd gotten her so hot she couldn't stop long enough to run downstairs for a condom. How hard had Jen really tried to get him to pull out? She loved the feel of a man cumming inside her. He imagined Jen wrapping her legs around Tom, urging him to shoot his seed deep inside. How long had she held Tom after their sex, his cock buried deep inside holding his seed inside her? Mike grunted and came.

Earlier that day at home, Jen woke up and stretched. As she'd done since taking the pregnancy test, she paused and searched within herself to see if anything felt different. No, her body didn't feel any different, at least not yet. She wondered when morning sickness would start, or maybe (hopefully) she'd be one of those lucky girls who didn't get hit hard by it.

She stretched again. She missed Mike, but didn't try calling knowing he'd already be in meetings. 

She felt horny. She'd always had a big sex drive, but lately she'd been feeling more horny than usual, even for her. Maybe it was the pregnancy? She had friends who couldn't get enough sex while pregnant. But in the back of her head she knew why she was so horny. Just two weeks ago she'd been getting it from Tom regularly, 2 or 3 times a week. He had a great body and was a wonderful lover. Then, two weeks ago, she broke it off with him. She'd gone cold turkey since then and her body was noticing. 

She had Mike of course. But he couldn't fuck her like Tom. She thought of her past lovers, guys who qualified as "significant others." Tom, Scott and Ricky. She guessed she had to add Colin to that list, although of all those guys she felt most conflicted about him since he was her first love (and major shit). Mike couldn't do to her body what they could. Oh, he had a wonderful tongue, and was better at that than the rest of them combined. But they could fuck her soooo good, make her toes curl, make her cum so hard as to almost pass out. 

She loved making love to Mike. But with her husband it was mostly for the emotional connection. With the others, it was raw lustful pleasure. Mike couldn't give her what they could. But that thought, that realization, didn't make her feel guilty any more. Through playing the game, she'd come to understand what she wanted, and what Mike wanted too. It excited Mike to know her lovers could pleasure her body in ways he could not. 

But now the game was over. It had to be right? She was pregnant and Tom was probably the father. There were so many issues with that, she and Mike had to work hard just to make their marriage work, they couldn't afford the risk of more game playing.

She stretched out on the bed and her hand moved inside her panties. She needed an orgasm or she'd go crazy at work. Her clit was already stiff with yearning. She rubbed around it and closed her eyes.

She used to fantasize about nameless men, hot guys she saw at the mall or on TV, strangers. But for years Mike encouraged her to fantasize about guys she knew. That was a big part of the game. It excited Mike more if she played with men they knew. She'd gotten drawn into Mike's fantasies, so now she mostly fantasized about men she knew. 

She couldn't think about Tom of course. And Scott was still too real. So she through about Ricky. She imagined him wearing his uniform, he looked so good in that. She got on her knees in front of him. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She still remembered how it felt in her hands, how it tasted. 

As she stroked herself, she moved her other hand under her shirt. She squeezed her breast and rolled her nipple, imagining it was Ricky playing with her as she went down on him.

Ricky pushed her onto her elbows and knees. He roughly yanked up her skirt and ripped off her panties. Then he speared her with his long thick cock, fucking her doggy style.

In her fantasy, Mike walked into the room. "Come here baby," she cooed. She grabbed his hair and guided him under her, so his nose practically touched her pussy. "Lick my clit while Ricky fucks me," she told him.

She groaned as she imagined Mike's tongue on her clit as Ricky pounded her from behind. Then in her fantasy Ricky morphed into Colin. Her fingers moved even faster over her clit as she imagined the flat of Mike's tongue licking Colin's cock as he thrusted in and out of her, Colin, the man Mike probably hated more than anyone in the world (more than Scott even). 

"Lick Colin Mike, lick him," she moaned, and then her back arched and her toes dug into the mattress as she came, imagining Colin pulling out and shooting his milky spunk all over Mike's face.

"God," Jen panted afterwards, marveling at the intensity of her fantasy and her orgasm. She hugged her pillow, wondering again where these fantasies were coming from, and why they turned her on so much.

Later that morning at work, Jen was studying a report on the Google campaign when Tom walked into her office. She hadn't seen him since their break up. 

"How about lunch today?" he said. 

"I don't think that's a good idea," Jen said feeling uncomfortable.

"Come on Jenny, it's just lunch. You owe me that," he insisted.

Jen picked a restaurant a few blocks away. She didn't want anyone from work to see them together. Everyone knew they'd had a fling and she'd recently ended it, it was a well-known secret. She'd gotten used to people gossiping about her. It no longer bothered her, she was no different than Keri, one of her idols. But she didn't want people to see them together and think they were an item again.

"What do you want to talk about?" Jen asked after they ordered.

"I think you know," Tom said. "You're pretty cold Jenny. One day we're at the beach holding hands, the next day you dump me. Just like that, no explanation, no nothing."

Jen looked at him incredulously. "Tom, you were trying to get me to leave my husband," she said. "What did you expect would happen?"

"I love you Jenny," Tom said. "You said you loved me too."

"I said that once, when we were having sex," Jen said in a hushed voice. "I like you Tom. We had a lot of fun. But I love Mike. I told you that over and over."

"Jenny, he doesn't deserve you!" Tom said exasperated. "What kind of man wants his wife to fuck other men?"

"Will you keep your voice down!" Jen whispered glancing around the room. She angrily hissed "I don't need to explain our relationship to you!" 

She paused, collecting herself. Then in a calmer voice she said, "Tom ... I'm sorry if I hurt you. But you knew what happened with Scott. You probably heard rumors about other men. This is something Mike and I do. We play, but it's never permanent. I'm not expecting you to understand it ... sometimes I don't understand it. But you knew going into it that it was temporary. You can't tell me you didn't know that."

"Whatever," Tom said bitterly, looking defeated. "So what now, you're gonna fire me too?"

"I don't work that way Tom," Jen said. "I'm still working with Scott, right? You're really talented. I can put this behind us if you can."

"I'm just one of your worker bees again, is that it?" Tom said bitterly. 

Inside Jen was getting annoyed. They'd had a fling, it'd been fun and pleasurable for both of them, but he knew going in she was married and it was only temporary. It's not like he was a love struck teenager, Tom was an adult. And she suspected he lied and never intended to pull out that last time. Yes, she'd been incredibly stupid, but he'd lied to her and now she and Mike had to live with the consequences.

But he probably WAS the father of the baby inside her. What if someday the baby wanted to know his biological father? Shouldn't she maintain a good relationship with Tom in case that happened?

"You're not just a worker bee Tom," she said. "I care about you. I care about Tommy too. Let's be friends, okay?"

"Friends with benefits?" he said with a crooked grin.

"Oh god, is that what this's about?" Jen laughed. 

"No it's not," Tom said. He grinned again and said, "Sure I'd like to get you back into my bed." Then his face went serious. "But I thought we had something Jenny. I thought, if we gave it a chance, we might have something permanent."

"Not gonna happen Tom," Jen said knowing she had to cut this off right now. "I care about you. I do. But friends is the best I can do."

Back at work, Jen went into Allie's office and flopped into her chair. 

"What's up girlfriend?" Allie said.

"Tom just gave me a major guilt trip," Jen said troubled. "I mean, how could he not know it was temporary? I don't know. Maybe I did lead him on."




Consequences Pt. 01



"You don't have to worry about Tom," Allie said with a laugh. "You know he's boinking Teresa and Amy?"

"Teresa in finance?" Jen said surprised. 

"AND Amy," Allie said with a big smile. "As in, at the same time. Don't worry about Tom, he's a major player. He's probably just pissed you dumped him, instead of the other way around."

"Oh my god," Jen said smiling back. She felt much better now. "Who's Amy?"

"You know, Mr. Winters' new secretary," Allie said. Mr. Winters was one of the senior partners in their agency.

"Oh right," Jen said vaguely remembering meeting the young busty secretary.

"So, how's bubble boy," Allie asked. "He's still okay with everything?"

"I think so," Jen said. "He's in London right now?"

Allie raised an eyebrow and teased "Meeting up with Jasmine Kelly again?"

"Shut up!" Jen said kicking Allie.

"Hey that hurt!" Allie whined playfully. "So when are you going to talk to him about her?"

"I don't know ... sometime," Jen said noncommittally. "I don't exactly have the moral high ground you know."

"You still need to kick his ass about the pictures," Allie said.

"Yeah," Jen agreed, but not enthusiastically. She wasn't going to be mean, not given the circumstances. Then she remembered the video Keri had shown her and broke into a big smile. "I think I know what to do."

"What?" Allie asked with an intrigued smile.

Jen ran a search on her iPhone and found the video. "Here," she said handing Allie the phone.

Allie's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god that's cruel!" she said laughing. "It made me kinda wet too," she giggled.

The next day Jen's cell rang. "Hello?" she said.

"Hello Jen?" came the voice. "It's Nancy Ambrose."

"Professor Ambrose!" Jen said surprised. "Oh my god it's good to hear from you. I haven't seen you since graduation." Nancy Ambrose was Jen's marketing professor and mentor at Penn State.

"Please, call me Nancy now. And you should visit us more often," Nancy said. "I remember how you like Penn State football. New York isn't that far away. You don't go to games?"

"Not so much ... I guess we've been busy," Jen said awkwardly. In fact, she hadn't been to a game since her sophomore year. She hadn't watched one either. But that was a long story and brought up bad memories. Wanting to change the subject, she said, "You know I married Mike Andrews."

"Oh, I remember him, you two were always together," Nancy said with a smile. "Lately the entire math department can't stop talking about him and his Sapphire invention. I've heard wonderful things about you too. First the Kelloggs campaign, and now Google. You're making quite the name for yourself, young lady. Honestly I always knew you had it in you."

"God Professor, I mean Nancy, I don't know what to say," Jen said blushing at the compliment.

"You can say you'll come lecture my class," Nancy said smiling.

"What?"

"I'm teaching a seminar on innovative campaigns for high tech companies," Nancy explained. "You know, like the 1984 Superbowl ad that launched the Apple Mac campaign. My students would love it if you'd compare and contrast your Kelloggs and Google campaigns."

"Really?" Jen said shocked. "They'd want to listen to me?" She'd never been a good student so she'd always had an inferiority complex when it came to school.

Nancy laughed. "Jen dear, you're becoming a celebrity in marketing circles. Of course they'd want to listen to you. So do I honestly. The way you adapted and tailored different tactics for Kelloggs versus Google is just fascinating. Homecoming is coming up. You can lecture at my Friday class and then stay over for the football game. President Smith is having a reception after the game and he has something special planned for you and Mike."

"I can definitely do the Friday class," Jen said enthusiastically. She added hesitantly "I'll check with Mike about the football game."

"Freaking awesome," she said to herself, awed that Nancy's class -- and Nancy herself -- would want to hear her speak. Her! But then she thought of the football game and her heart sank. 

Mike got home from London later that week. They made love as soon as he got home. Their sex was rushed, both of them incredibly horny. Mike came after only a few minutes of hard pounding. Afterwards, Jen gushed "That was so good!" She giggled and said "We have to do it again later."

"Definitely," Mike said with an enthusiastic grin. But inside his heart sank. He knew he'd cum too fast, and "we have to do it again later" was Jenspeak for "you didn't make me cum and I need more." She'd never said that, probably didn't even realize she was sending that message, but after years of being together he'd figured it out.

Jen put on his old college t-shirt and cute fluffy ankle socks. She was naked under the t-shirt. Mike put on a t-shirt and boxers. They sat on the sofa with glasses of wine and the TV on as background noise. Jen sat sideways on the sofa and put her feet in Mike's lap. As always, he began rubbing her feet.

"Feels good," she purred. "How was London?" She added teasingly "Have dinner with Jasmine again?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "You talk about her more than I think about her," he said.

"And how often do you think about her?" she asked challengingly.

"Never."

"Uh huh," Jen said skeptically. 

"Are we really talking about this?" he asked with a laugh.

"We WILL talk about it," she said giving him a playful threatening look. "But not tonight. I want to talk about something else." She smiled excitedly. "Remember Professor Ambrose, my advisor at Penn State? She wants me to talk to her class about Kelloggs and Google!"

Mike's face lit up. "Jen baby that's great!" he said enthusiastically. He understood immediately how much something like this would mean to her. "I'm so proud of you!" he gushed.

She beamed into his eyes, enjoying his praise. Then her face turned serious and she said hesitantly "Nancy -- you know, Professor Ambrose -- invited us to stay over and go to the football game."

"Oh," Mike said warily.

"President Smith invited us to a reception after," she added. "I think they're giving us an award or something."

"That's a big honor," Mike said. He forced a smile. "We should definitely go."

"Really? You think so?" she said surprised and unsure.

"Yeah," he said. "All that stuff ... it was a long time ago." He grinned. "I know how you like college football."

"Way better than pro football," she said, smiling slightly at their inside joke. "You're sure? I seriously don't care Mike."

He knew she was lying. She missed going to games. He squeezed her hands encouragingly. "It was a long time ago. I think we both need to move on."

She paused, then smiled. "Okay," she said, giving him a weak smile and squeezing his hands back.



Consequences Pt. 02



Part 2

Interlude -- About 7 years ago at Penn State

"You're going out with the math geek again?" Allie asked watching Jen brush her hair.

"His name's Mike," Jen said.

"Okay, you're really going out with Mike the geek again?" Allie teased.

Jen rolled her eyes. Then she said "I kinda like him." Seeing Allie's frown, she added a little defensively, "We're not exclusive or anything."

"So you're still seeing Colin too?"

A cloud passed over Jen's face. "No," she said definitively.

"You MUST like bubble boy if you're wearing that," Allie said watching Jen pull on pantyhose. Jen hated wearing pantyhose.

"I think he's got a leg fetish or something," Jen said giggling.

"Good thing he's not a boob guy or you'd be toast," Allie teased motioning at her friend's tiny tits.

"Shut up bitch!" Jen laughed.

"If you really wanna be sexy you oughta wear thigh highs," Allie suggested. She smiled wickedly and added "Easier access too, for late night fun."

"We haven't done it yet," Jen said.

"You've been dating a month and you having fucked yet?" Allie said shocked. "What is he, gay?"

"He wants to. Really wants to. But I told him I want to wait." Jen explained. She added, "I want this one to be different Allie."

"Okay, whatever," Allie said with a shrug, not really understanding.

"Where are you taking me?" Jen asked as Mike drove into the farmlands outside the Penn State campus.

"We're almost there," he said. He turned onto a dirt road and drove a few miles more pass farms and grazing cattle. 

"Sorry about the smell," Mike said apologetically.

"That's okay, I've gotten used to it. I kinda like the moo-cow smell, I don't know, it's kinda homey."

"Yeah," he said, looking at her in the moonlight. 

Mike finally pulled over at a clearing between two tall hills. He turned off the car, leaving them in complete darkness.

"Did you take me all the way out here to make out?" she giggled.

"No!" he said immediately, blushing in the darkness. "I mean, I wouldn't mind ..." he said with a nervous laugh. "I wanted to show you something," he said opening up the moon roof. He reclined both their seats. "See how we're in complete darkness?" he said. "It's a great place to look at the stars."

"You took me all the way out here to look at the stars?" she teased, but in the darkness she wore a crooked grin. This guy was such a geek ... in a cute kinda way. Then she looked up and saw the brilliant stars. "Wow," she said awed, sitting back on her reclined chair, "I've never seen so many."

"They're always up there," he said. "You have to get away from all the lights to see them. See that bright one?" he said. "It's Polaris. See how the stars around it curve into a bowl? That's the Big Dipper."

"Oh, yeah, cool," Jen said. She'd heard of the Big Dipper but never actually seen it. "Show me another one."

"Okay," Mike said. He took her hand and pointed at seven stars. "See how those stars kinda look like a crown? They're called Cassiopeia, after an Egyptian queen."

"Wow," she said. She could see the crown. "Is this what you want to do? Be an astronomer?"

"It'd be fun, but there's not much money in it," he said with a shrug. "I'm thinking about going into finance."

"But wouldn't you rather do something fun?" Jen asked. 

He shrugged again. "I have to take care of my family."

"Your parents?" Jen asked.

"No, I mean ... you know, my wife and kids," he spluttered out, embarrassed.

"Hmmm ... well I guess that's the responsible thing to do," she said in a bored voice.

Mike's heart sank, realizing the popular and fun loving Jen would be more interested in a man with a fun and exciting job, not a guy like him who crunched numbers all day.

Then Jen laughed and crawled on top of him, straddling his legs. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. "Someday a very lucky girl is gonna marry you," she said kissing him again.

"Well, I mean --," Mike stammered.

Reading his mind, Jen put a finger to his lips. "Don't go there okay?" she said gently. "You know I went with Colin for a long time, right? I'm not ready for another relationship. Anyway, I just 19. I just wanna have fun right now. Do you understand that?"

"Yeah," Mike said. He understood, but was disappointed too. He was only 22. But he knew she was the one.

"But this is fun right?" Jen said, leaning into him and kissing him again.

"Yeah," Mike agreed, kissing her back. He still couldn't believe he was dating Jennifer Johnson, and making out with her! She was a goddess, the prettiest girl on campus by far, with the best body, the most wonderful legs!

He slipped his tongue into her mouth and she didn't stop him. They French kissed, and Mike's hands caressed her ass and then moved to her legs. Her body was so tight! He felt lightheaded feeling the silky nylon of her pantyhose as he caressed her calves. He caressed up her thighs, his hands moving up under her short skirt.

Jen rose a little to let him push up her skirt. She could tell he was inexperienced with girls. Enthusiastic but rushed. She kinda liked the fact he hadn't been with too many girls. 

She felt his hands caress under her skirt, panting as he petted her thighs and ass over her pantyhose. She giggled inwardly. He definitely had a thing for legs and hose! She wasn't going all the way with him, but she'd let him play a little longer.

Mike's heart pounded as he reached a hand between their bodies and cupped her breast. He felt a bra under her blouse, making him even more lightheaded with excitement. Even through the bra and blouse he felt a hard nipple, and it made him feel good he'd gotten her excited.

He moved his lips down her neck, to just under her ear. He heard her moan, making him feel even better and bolstering his confidence.

"Yeah," Jen moaned, rolling her head back. He was kissing her neck and behind her ear, and he was doing a pretty good job. He was getting to know how she liked to be kissed and touched.

Mike moved his hands to the buttons on her blouse. He couldn't undo them with one hand, so he reluctantly took his other hand off Jen's thigh. Even with both hands he had a hard time unbuttoning her blouse. He was so excited his hands were shaking. Finally he got one button undone, and then another. He expected her to stop him but she didn't and soon he had her blouse unbuttoned and opened. 

He gazed at her chest. She'd never let him get this far before! In the moonlight, he could see her flat tummy and small bra-covered breasts. Her bra was pink and trimmed in delicate lace, and the cups were dented with her hard nipples. He could tell her nipples were small, like erasers. 

He reached up and cupped her breasts. He didn't mind they were small. In fact, he preferred them that way. They made her look even younger and innocent than she already did, and he had a thing for that.

As they continued to kissed, Mike rolled her nipples with his thumbs. "God Mike," she moaned into his mouth. They went like that for a while, making out and fondling, and then Jen felt Mike's hands move behind her back. She felt him tug at her bra strap. He did it clumsily, but she knew he'd get it open eventually. 

"No Mike," she said, pushing his hands away. She climbed off, pulling down her skirt and buttoning her blouse. She got back into her seat. They both were panting, staring off into the darkness. 

Mike was frustrated and confused. Jen had stopped again. Again! He knew her reputation. She was a girl who liked sex, and if she liked a guy enough to go out with him a few times, she'd definitely have sex with him. He didn't hold that against her. In fact, for reasons he didn't really understand, it turned him on. But she wouldn't do anything with him except make out and touch a little, and they'd been going out for almost a month! Tonight was the first night she'd even let him under her skirt and into her blouse. Clearly she didn't like him that much. She was more into the big athletic guys like Colin.

In the moonlight, Jen saw Mike was disappointed and frustrated, and maybe even angry. His pants were tented. She could tell he wasn't big. But that wasn't why she didn't want to go further. She knew she had a reputation for being easy. She didn't want Mike to think of her that way.

But clearly he did, she thought bitterly. Clearly he'd heard the rumors, how she'd open her legs by the second date, third date tops. It was unfair, the double standard. If a man liked sex, people treated him like a hero. But for girls, they were sluts. 

She shrugged inside. She didn't even like the sex that much. Well, that wasn't true. She did like the sex. She just didn't like how she felt AFTER the sex. Because deep down, she knew the rumors were right. She was a slut. Miss Popular, an easy lay.

It didn't matter. Mike had heard the rumors. He knew her slutty reputation, and now he expected her to give it up. 

She knew what he was about to say. She'd heard it countless times before. "Come on Jenny, at least blow me" or "come on Jenny, you can't leave me like this, at least use your hand." How many times had she'd heard things like that, from guys like Colin, from just about every guy she'd ever dated. 

So she waited for Mike to say that. Ask her to get him off. And she would, she'd get him off, because that was what was expected of a girl like her. 

"You missed a button," Mike finally said. He reached over and fixed Jen's blouse.

"Oh, uh, thanks," she said surprised.

"Are you hungry?" Mike asked. "There's a place not far from here. They serve all locally grown foods."

"That sounds great," Jen said, still feeling surprised.

Mike drove to the restaurant, a converted farmhouse. "This is so cozy," Jen gushed, seeing the big fireplace, sturdy pine walls and restored farmhouse furniture.

Mike approached the maître de. "Sorry, we're late for our reservation," he said.

"No problem sir, please follow me to your table," the maître de said, giving Mike a subtle wink. 

Jen didn't notice the wink though. She was too lost in her thoughts. "He had a dinner reservation," she thought to herself. "He didn't drive me out here for sex. He really did just want to show me the stars."

Jen broke out of her reverie when they entered a private dining room. Her mouth opened in wonder as she looked around. The room was lit by flickering candlelight and flowers were arrayed on the table and around the room. A string quartet played in the next room. She'd never seen anything so romantic. "Freaking awesome," she said under her breath.

"I hope you enjoy your dinner," the maître de said, winking at Mike again.

This time Jen noticed the wink. She gave Mike a crooked grin. "You set this all up?" she asked.

Mike blushed. He HAD set it up, he wanted to make it special, but he didn't want to come on too strong. Especially now after what had happened in the car, since he didn't know how much she liked him.

She made all his fears go away when she reached up on her tiptoes and kissed him. "No one's ever done anything like this for me," she said leaning into him and kissing him again.

During dinner, Jen tentatively asked, "Um, how are you paying for this? I don't want you to spend your tuition on me." She laughed to make it sound like a joke, but she was seriously curious about where he got his money. He'd taken her to a lot of really nice places, like the Springsteen concert, this restaurant, and other places. She knew he worked at the record store, but surely he didn't make enough money there to pay for things like this.

"Oh, you know, I have some stock investments," Mike said awkwardly. He'd been working on modeling the stock market and had used his models to make some good investments, but he didn't like talking about it because he wasn't sure if what he was doing was legal. There were laws about manipulating the market and automatic trading software that he was still trying to figure out.

"You must be really good at it," she said.

"Mostly luck really," he said evasively.

Later as Mike dropped her off at her sorority, Jen leaned into him and squeezed his hand. She said, "I really had a lot of fun. The stars were freaking awesome. Maybe we can go again sometime."

"Yeah, definitely," Mike said.

She gave him a long look. Then, as if making a decision, she said "I'd like to show you something. It's beautiful too, in a different way."

"What is it?" Mike asked.

"Do you have a pen?" she asked. He handed her one.

She took his hand and wrote down an address.

"You're writing on my hand?" Mike said with playful incredulity. "What is this, high school?"

"Shut up you jerk," Jen said with a giggle. "Just be there tomorrow at noon, okay?"

The next day, Mike went to the address Jen had written on his hand. To his surprise, it was an orphanage, St. Marthas. He asked around and found Jen in the nursery taking care of babies.

"You work here?" Mike asked.

"I volunteer a few times a week," she said, feeding a bottle to a newborn. She looked around the room at all the babies. "Aren't they so cute?"

"Yeah," Mike said, surprised by all the babies. There must have been a dozen, from newborn to almost a year old. "A lot of little babies."

"Mostly unwed moms," Jen explained.

"They're all up for adoption?" Mike asked.

"Most of them," Jen said. "Wanna try?" Mike sat down and finished feeding the baby the bottle. It was awkward at first but he got the hang of it. 

"My sister Emma got pregnant in college," Jen said. "My family's Catholic. We don't believe in abortion. It's not the baby's fault, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it," Mike agreed.

"Emma thought about giving the baby up for adoption," Jen continued. "But there weren't any good orphanages where we lived. So she kept the baby. Sarah's 5 now." She shrugged. "I think Emma would've kept the baby anyway. The orphanage thing just gave her an excuse. Emma ended up marrying Daryl -- the father -- he's not the nicest guy. But what can Emma do? She has Sarah. She's adorable, but ..."

"So you volunteer here, to give girls like Emma an option?" Mike said.

Jen grinned at him. "You're pretty smart." She studied Mike, and then said, "You're the first boy I've ever taken here."

"I'm flattered," Mike said honestly.

"You should be," Jen said giving him a crooked grin. She took the baby from Mike. "Come on, I'll show you how to change a diaper."

An older woman approached. "Hello there Jenny, who is this?"

"Oh, um, this is my friend Mike," Jen stammered. "Mike, this is Dana, she's in charge here." 

Dana smiled at Mike and gave him the nickel tour. Mike noticed Jen hadn't introduced him as her boyfriend, and she didn't hold his hand as they walked with Dana. In fact, she kept her distance from him. It bothered him.

Jen's shift ended, and Mike drove her back to school. She could tell he was bothered. "I'm sorry about before, with Dana," she said. "I'm just not ready for anything serious. I just --."

"You just broke up with Colin," Mike said finishing her thought, disappointment in his voice. "I'm not Colin, Jen."

"I know that," she said with an encouraging smile. She slid over and kissed him. He put his arms around her and they made out. He kissed along her neck and behind her ear and soon she was panting. He was seriously getting to know how she liked to be kissed and touched. He fondled her breasts over her blouse, and then with one hand he unbuttoned her blouse, his movements this time more confident. She let him reach in her blouse and fondle her breasts over her lacy bra, and she moaned as he thumbed her hard nipples. 

With an effort she pushed away from him. "I have to get to class," she said panting. She saw the disappointment in his face. She knew she was seriously giving him blue balls. She wasn't trying to be a tease. Okay, well, she was sorta, she couldn't help it. But mostly she just wanted to take this slow.

Wanting to throw him a bone, she reached down and cupped his erection, and stroked him over his pants. He was definitely small, but he felt rock hard and he'd shown he could get her hot. She was tempted to take it out and fuck him right there in the parking lot, but that was her inner slut talking. 

"Soon," she said, tenderly squeezing him once more.

"Okay," he said breathing hard. He was disappointed, but then a month ago he never in his wildest dreams would've thought he'd be inside Jennifer Johnson's blouse and she'd be stroking him. 

As she buttoned her blouse and fixed her hair, she said proudly "I got an A on my last math test."

Mike gave her a big proud smile. "I knew you could do it!" he gushed. "You have a natural talent for math." He'd tutored her a little, but really she was naturally smart. She just needed encouragement.

She beamed at his praise. He was the only guy she'd ever dated who looked pass her pretty looks. "Hey you're going to the football game on Saturday right?" she said excitedly. "We're playing Michigan State, it's a big game." 

"I'm not sure ..." Mike said hesitantly.

"You never go to games!" she said with playful incredulity. "This is Penn State! How can you not like football?"

"I like football," Mike insisted. "More pro than college ..."

"This is freaking Penn State!" she said throwing up her arms.

"We'll see," he said laughing. He pulled her into his arms. "Wanna meet later for dinner?"

"Um, I promised Allie I'd go to a movie with her," she lied, looking away and feeling guilty.

"I don't get it Mike," Sam said later at their fraternity house. Sam was Mike's best friend. "I know you like football, why don't you go to the game with her?"

"Because then I'd have to hang out with her friends," Mike said with a grimace. "They're the popular crowd Sam. I don't fit in with that group. She'd take one look at me next to all the Beautiful People and be embarrassed to be with me."

Sam gave Mike an I-told-you-so shrug. "That's what you get for hanging out with the gods buddy-boy," he said. "Mere mortals like you and me aren't meant to date goddesses like Jen."

"Don't sell yourself short Sam," Mike said with a laugh. "You'll find your goddess."

"I don't shoot as high as you buddy," Sam joked. "I'd settle for a gorgeous movie star with big tits." He tilted his head at Mike. "Have you told Jen your favorite movie is Night of the Living Dead? What's she gonna think of you then?"

"It's not my favorite movie," Mike said defensively.

"Top five," Sam argued.

"Not top five," Mike insisted. Under his breath he said "Maybe top 10 ... it's a good movie ..."

At that moment, Jen was in Colin's apartment. "Where's Adam and Billy?" she asked looking around. 

"They hit a bar," Colin said. In truth he'd told his roommates to get lost. He looked her up and down. She looked as good as ever. Man she had a tight body!

"So what did you want to talk about?" she asked warily, feeling his eyes on her. 

"Us," he said. "Jenny we've been going out since high school --."

"There's no us Colin," Jen said firmly. "It's over."

"You've said that before," he grinned pulling her into his arms. "You've always come back to me." He kissed her and nuzzled her neck.

"Stop!" she said pulling away. "I mean it this time Colin. I'm seeing someone else."

"That geek?" Colin scoffed. 

"His name's Mike, okay?" Jen said irritably.

Colin rolled his eyes. "Come on Jenny, he can't give you what I can." Then he suddenly pushed her onto the couch and climbed on top of her. He was a big quarterback, 6'4" and 225, over a 100 pounds more than Jen. There was no way Jen could squirm away. He planted his lips on hers, and pushed his tongue into her mouth.

"Stop Colin stop," she managed to say, even with his tongue down her throat. She pushed against him. He pulled her arms above her head, easily holding them there with one hand. With his other hand he fondled her breasts as he continued to kiss her.




Consequences Pt. 02



Jen struggled but eventually her body betrayed her and she began responding to him. They'd been going together since high school, he'd taken her virginity. He knew her body better than anyone, knew exactly where and how she liked to be kissed and touched. 

Colin felt Jen stop struggling. "I knew you couldn't resist me," he said with a smug smile. He pulled her hand to his crotch so she felt his huge hard-on. "Couldn't resist this."

"Colin I don't want to do this," Jen said weakly.

"Yeah right," he said unbuttoning her blouse. "You think I don't know you?" He reached under her. With a single experienced motion he unsnapped her bra. He pushed the cups over her tits, and then cupped her tits and rolled her nipples, making her groan and writhe underneath him. "You're gonna get a boob job for me, aren't you Jenny?" he said with an arrogant grin. "Then your body will be perfect."

He leaned down and sucked a nipple into his mouth. "Oh god," Jen moaned, twisting under him. She hated her body for responding to him.

Colin worked on her erogenous zones for another 15 minutes. When he pulled away, Jen had her cum face on. Her body and lust were now in charge, instead of her head or heart.

Colin inwardly smiled. He knew that face well. Now pretty Jenny Johnson would do anything he wanted. He pulled off his t-shirt. He grinned seeing Jen's eyes move up and down his chest. "Can't get enough of my body, can you Jenny?" he said arrogantly.

Jen didn't say anything, but she moved her hands over his sculptured chest, lightly trailing her nails from his broad shoulders, over his well defined pecs and over his 6 pack abs. "Fuck you've got a nice touch!" Colin groaned.

Okay, he'd taken the time to get her motor running, now it was her turn, no more bullshit. He grabbed her arm and roughly yanked her off the couch and onto the floor. "Let's go babe," he said with a wicked grin, opening up his legs. "You know what to do."

Jen knew this was her chance. She could jump up and run out the door. But her body was betraying her. She hadn't been fucked in a month, and her body needed it, craved a hard body and big cock like Colin's. 

It was like an out of body experience. She found herself get on her knees between his legs. Her hands moved to his crotch, unbuckled his belt, pulled down his zipper. She pulled down his jeans. His erection formed a huge tent in his shorts. She curled her slim fingers in the waistband and pulled them down. Colin grinned. He knew he'd won.

His cock popped out. Seeing it made her heady with excitement. It was so beautiful, long and thick. It was baby soft, yet angry looking too with thick veins running up the side. She'd been with other boys -- mostly during the short times she and Colin were broken up (usually after she caught him cheating with another girl). But Colin's was the biggest by far. He had the best body by far. He was the best lover by far.

She wrapped her hands around his shaft. He was so thick her fingers didn't touch, and so long the head was left uncovered even with both hands around him. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. She stroked him with her hands as her head bobbed up and down on his cock head and a couple inches of his shaft.

"Yeah, like that," Colin moaned. He looked at Jenny's pretty face as she blew him. He never got tired of looking at her face, she was so good looking. Jenny wasn't the best at giving head. In fact, the slut he had last night was way better. But Jenny was so pretty, so young and innocent looking. He loved watching as her sweet pretty face bobbed on his hard cock, it got him so hot!

Jen blew him for about 10 minutes. He was so big her jaw started to ache, but she'd continue until he told her to stop. That's how it was with them, Jen on her knees, Colin calling the shots.

Colin felt an orgasm approach. He didn't want to cum this way. "That's enough," he told her. He pulled her off and threw her face down onto the sofa. He grabbed her hips so she was on her elbows and knees, then he pushed her short skirt around her waist. He roughly yanked her tights and thong down to her knees. He reached between her legs and fingered her. She was soaking wet. The idea of going down on her didn't enter his mind. In all the years of fucking Jenny, he could count on one hand the number of times he'd licked her pussy. Stud guys like him didn't need to eat pussy, not when he had a big cock and knew what to do with it.

He fingered her again, making Jen moan. She pushed her ass back towards him, as if begging to be fucked. He smiled smugly. He knew Jenny couldn't resist him. Her body -- her soul -- belonged to him.

As if to emphasize the point, he rubbed his big fat cockhead between her pussy lips. "Is this what you want Jenny?" he taunted her. "Still want that dickhead instead of me?"

Jen felt guilty. But she was too far gone now. "Just fuck me Colin," she said.

"You want fucked slut?" he taunted her. "Okay, I'll fuck you," he said, and he rammed himself into her pussy.

"Oh god!" Jen grunted, winching at the sudden penetration and pain. "Not so fast!"

"Oh yeah, you're tight babe," Colin said as he struggled to jam his thick cock into her. "Only a month and your pussy's tightened up on me. Dickhead must have a small cock for you to tighten up so much." 

"Shut up okay, just fuck me," Jen hissed. Of course, Colin didn't know she and Mike hadn't done anything yet. It bothered her that he was right though, that Mike was so much smaller.

"Sure whatever," Colin laughed. He'd finally gotten balls deep, and now was long stroking her. "This what you need babe?" he said his pace growing faster.

"God yes, fuck me Colin!" she said, her first orgasm approaching. He sensed it and reached under her, thumbing a small hard nipple. That extra stimulation pushed her over the edge and her body shuddered in a massive orgasm.

She collapsed onto the sofa, and he fell down with her, his cock still buried deep inside her. He held his weight mostly on his muscular arms. As she panted, he pulled out and twisted her around putting her on her back. He pushed inside again, balls deep, but he stayed still letting her panting subside.

"I can tell that was a good one," he said grinning smugly. "You needed that huh?"

"Just finish okay?" Jen said dismissively.

Her tone and words annoyed him. "Just finish?" he said angrily. "That's all I mean to you?"

"You don't mean anything to me," Jen said, her words of rejection in sharp contrast to his hard cock inside her. "I told you we were over."

"It's over when I say it's over," he growled, again moving back and forth inside her. "You belong to me," he said, his pace quickening. He leaned down to kiss her but she turned her head.

"No," she said, squirming so he couldn't find her lips. She didn't want to kiss him.

"Stop that!" he said holding her head still in his big hands. He looked into her eyes as he long stroked her. "I love you Jenny," he said. "Those other girls don't mean anything to me." He leaned down and kissed her. She tried to twist away but he held her tight. He pushed his tongue into her mouth but she resisted. He pushed harder and thrust his tongue down her throat. 

She clenched down and bit his tongue. "Bitch!" he yelled in pain. He slapped her across the face, making her yelp in pain. "You made me do that!" he yelled at her angrily. 

He fucked her harder, faster, deeper. "Don't you cum inside me!" she hissed, glaring at him with tear filled eyes.

"I'll cum wherever I want bitch!" he snarled back. He fucked her hard, and reached down and fondled her breasts. Despite herself, she arched her back, barely able to stifle a moan. Colin noticed. He knew she loved him. She loved his body, his cock, she couldn't resist him. He decided he was going to make her cum again.

Without slowing his pace, he rotated his hips, and pressed down so the flat of his thick cock rubbed across her hard clit on every stoke. Jen's eyes soon glazed over and her breathing became labored. 

He leaned down again and this time she didn't resist as he kissed her. She kissed him back, and their tongues danced. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moaned into his mouth as her second orgasm hit. He fucked her hard through her orgasm, intensifying the pleasure and making the orgasm go on and on.

He didn't stop, even as her orgasm subsided. He put her legs over her shoulders so he could get even deeper. She winced as his big cock head repeatedly hit against her walls. 

She felt his cock jerk inside her. "Don't you dare cum inside me!" she hissed.

"Fuck you bitch!" he growled.

"Don't!" she snarled back. "I don't want you inside me!"

"Fuck you!" he yelled, but then he pulled out at the last moment. "You don't want me inside you?!" he growled, quickly moving up her body. "How about this?!" He pointed his cock at her face like a weapon.

"No!" Jen cried, but it was too late. Ropes of his thick milky cum erupted from his cock, splattering all over her face and hair. "Damn you!" she yelled groping for something to wipe her face. His spunk covered her eyes so she groped blindly until finally she found a paper towel. 

Colin had time to take a picture of her cum splattered face. "Another one for my collection," he laughed.

"Give me that!" Jen said angrily.

He held the camera away from her. "Why? I'm sure dickhead would love seeing this. Oh, let me guess, he probably thinks you're innocent and pure, right?" He laughed derisively.

"Give me the camera Colin," Jen insisted, trying to hide her fear. If Mike saw that picture he'd break up with her for sure.

Colin gave her a wicked grin, knowing he had her. "I think I WILL show this to dickhead."

"That would be really shitty Colin," she said, glaring at him.

Colin shook his head, turning serious. "I'm just kidding Jenny. Look, I know I'm a shit sometimes. But I love you. You love me too."

"I don't love you," Jen said with finality. "And you don't love me either. Maybe we had something once. But we were kids Colin. It's over now." 

Jen hurriedly got dressed. She'd have to trust Colin to his word he wouldn't show the picture to Mike, or mention this night. She pushed passed Colin to the door.

"I do love you Jenny," he said behind her. "You'll never find anyone who'll take care of you like me."

She paused at the door, turning back to look at him. Standing there completely naked, his ruggedly handsome face, his hard sculpted body, his long thick cock, he looked like a Greek god, like the David in Rome. Looking at him, standing there like a Greek god, it was hard to argue that he couldn't take care of her, protect her. 

But he'd hit her, cheated on her, and demeaned her. It wasn't the first time. It wouldn't be the last, if she stayed with him.

She knew what she was giving up. He was a really good quarterback. Like, top 3 draft choice good. The life of the wife of a rich famous pro quarterback had a lot of appeal. Maybe it was that dream that had kept her with him so long.

Mike was so different. Not just compared to Colin, but all the guys she'd ever dated, ever knew really. Mike was kind and sweet, shy and cute. He'd never hit her. He'd never cheat on her, or make her feel bad about heself. He'd treat her like a goddess, put her on a pedestal, do anything and everything for her.

But what were his prospects, really? He was a math major. Okay, a really smart math major, but what kind of job could he get? Nothing like being a pro football player.

But maybe it was time for her to start taking care of herself. She was doing better in school. Marketing was an option. She ought to be able to get some kind of job. And if she did eventually end up with Mike ... well, even if he just taught high school math, with their two salaries they'd be okay. They'd be happy. She'd be happy.

"Goodbye Colin," she said, turning away and leaving. 

The next day she woke with an overwhelming sense of guilt. She'd cheated on Mike! Okay, technically they weren't exclusive, he wasn't even officially her boyfriend yet, but still. She couldn't fool herself that Colin had forced himself on her. He had at first, but she knew at the end she'd been more than willing. 

The guilt made her want to go to Mike and give herself to him. Make it up to him for being with Colin. But she wanted to take things slow with Mike. She didn't want him to think she was a slut. She wasn't going to let Colin mess all that up.

She called Mike. "Hey you," she said. "Whatcha doing?"

Mike's heart leaped at her voice. "Finishing up in the math lab," he said. "Wanna get together?"

"How about dinner?" she said. "I have a meeting with my advisor." She paused, then added "I really missed you last night Mike."

"I've got some good news and bad news Jenny," Professor Ambrose said. "Good news first. Your grades were much better last grading period. You're off academic probation."

"Oh my god, thank you!" Jen gushed, relief pouring over her. She'd been so close to getting kicked out. "But, um, what's the bad news?"

"I'm sorry Jenny, but Penn State is pulling your scholarship," Professor Ambrose said sadly.

"But my grades are better!" Jen said alarmed.

"And if they continue to get better, your scholarship will be reinstated," Professor Ambrose assured her. "I'm sorry Jenny, there's nothing I can do."

"I know you tried your best Professor," Jen said trying to keep from crying. Penn State was expensive. Her parents didn't have any money. There was no way she could come up with the money. She'd have to drop out.

"I'll loan you the money," Mike said later that night.

"You're on scholarship too, you don't have the money," Jen said.

"I've got some money," Mike assured her. In fact, he'd quietly made a lot of money using his investment software.

"You don't get it," Jen said almost crying. "The best thing I ever did was get into Penn State on scholarship! It's the only thing I've ever done on my own! Now I've messed everything up!"

Mike didn't understand. "I said I'd loan you the money," he offered again.

"You don't get it!" Jen said again, frustrated and angry now, tears flowing down her cheeks. "If I took your money it wouldn't be mine anymore!"

Mike finally understood. He thought a moment, then said, "I'm not giving you the money Jen. I'd expect you to pay me back."

"What?" she said surprised. "How would I do that?"

"You'd have to work this summer," Mike said. "There are jobs out there, you could do it."

"You really don't get it, do you?" Jen said in a mocking tone, but she was mocking herself, not Mike. "You're talking about professional jobs. The only job I've ever had is hostess at restaurants. I've got a pretty face and nice legs. That's ALL I've got to offer Mike. The only jobs I've ever gotten were from my looks. I don't have any skills like you. No one's ever going to give me a real job."

"That's not true!" Mike said. He did a quick search on his computer. "Look, here's a job for a children's counselor at a women's clinic. You could work this job over the summer and during the year, after class. You'd have to stop working at the orphanage, but this kinda does the same thing."

Jen read the listing. "They'd never hire me," she said doubtfully.

"Jen, you can do this!" Mike assured her. "I've seen you at the orphanage. Dana will give you a recommendation, so will Dr. Ambrose. You're so caring Jen, I'm sure they'll hire you."

Jen read the listing again. It WOULD be the perfect job. "You really think they'd hired me?" she asked, her hopes growing. 

"They'll at least seriously consider you," Mike assured her. "You're an amazing person Jen. Not just your looks. Inside too. Anyone can see that. They'll see that."

Later that week Jen ran into Mike's frat house and threw herself into his arms. "I got the job!" she excitedly squealed between kissing him. "I mean, I'll be an assistant at first, but if I do well I'll be a full counselor by the end of the summer."

"That's great!" Mike gushed, and they made out and groped in the middle of the room.

Suddenly they realized they weren't alone. They both blushed looking at the surprised faces staring at them. "Uh, Jen, you remember Sam," Mike said awkwardly.

"Yeah, um, hi Sam," Jen said red faced.

"And this Simon, Zack and Drums," Mike said motioning at the other guys in the room.

"Hi guys," Jen said with a little wave. She looked at the last guy. "Um ... Drums?"

"I play in a band," Drums explain.

"Oh, um, which one?" Jen asked.

"The Living Dead," Drums said. "Mike came up with the name. He --."

"Let me show you around," Mike said interrupting Drums. As he led Jen away he glared at Sam. He was having a coughing fit to hide his laughter.

"So it's true, Mike really is dating Jennifer Johnson," Simon said in awe, looking at Jen's tight butt and long legs in her skinny jeans as they walked away.

"Lucky fuck," Zack said also leering at Jen's tight body.

Jen had never been in Mike's frat house before. He showed her around, and then they walked into the bedroom he shared with Sam. "This is where you live?" she asked walking around and looking at everything. She touched and picked up his things, as if getting to know him better. On the wall above his desk hung Jen's painting she'd done in freshman art, the one with the arithmetic and geometric progressions. 

She picked up a program on his desk. It was the program from a ballet recital she'd been in earlier that year, before she'd met him. There was a picture of her on the cover, doing a pirouette, showing her petite body and a lot of shapely leg in a ballet tutu, white tights and ballet slippers. 

"You went to this?" she asked. Next to the program were 6 ticket stubs. Not only had he gone to her recital, he'd gone to EVERY showing. "You must really like ballet," she said picking up the ticket stubs.

"Uh ... yeah, well ..." he stammered, red face. He hurriedly took the brochure and tickets from her and stuffed them in the desk drawer. 

He wanted her to stop her inspection but she kept looking. She looked through a stack of papers. They were his tests from this year. She thumbed through them. She didn't understand any of them ... a lot of math, graphs and equations, all greek to her ... but all of them said A+ or 100/100.

She opened his desk. She knew she was being noisy, but she didn't care, he was standing right there after all. She saw a checkbook, a pile of canceled checks, bank and brokerage statements. "That's private," Mike said, rushing to close the draw. He didn't want her to see how much money he had, he was still unsure about the legality of his investment program. Right before he closed the drawer she saw a canceled check to St. Marthas, the orphanage she volunteered at. Her eyes grew wide. He'd anonymously donated $10,000 to the orphanage.

Finally she saw a pile of Bruce Springsteen CDs. She looked through them. It looked like he had all of Bruce's albums. He walked over and she leaned into him. "He's the best poet ever," she said looking up into his eyes, inviting him to kiss her.

"Yeah," Mike agreed. He took her into his arms and kissed her.

They fell onto his bed, making out. He kissed up her neck and behind her ear. "Yeah, good," she moaned.

They petted as they kissed. As he fondled her breasts she reached between their bodies and cupped his erection, rubbing him. She'd never done that before, not while making out. 

He excitedly unbuttoned her blouse, doing a clumsy job. "Take your time," she said giving him a sweet smile, still rubbing him. He was so excited he felt close to passing out, but he managed to get her blouse unbuttoned. She didn't stop him when he pulled the blouse off her.

She'd never let him get this far before. His heart pounded as he looked at her. Her bra was virgin white and made of intricate lace. It was unlined, so it molded around her tits, and the material was so sheer he could see the dark of her aureoles and nipples, which were gratifyingly hard.




Consequences Pt. 02



Her tummy was slim and flat. She wore black tights underneath, and the waistband of the tights stretched above the low rise jeans. He was practically panting as he excitedly ran a finger over the waistband of her tights.

"You've really got a thing for legs, huh?" she asked with a knowing grin.

He nodded, not trusting his voice from cracking with excitement. He ran his fingertips from the tights, over her flat stomach, and then to her bra. He covered the bra cups with his hands, then thumbed her hard nipples through the lacy silk. "Feels good Mike," she moaned her eyes closing.

He reached underneath her to unsnap her bra. But his hands were shaking and he couldn't get it undone. "That's okay," she said with an encouraging smile, lifting up. She reached behind her and unsnapped it. She saw the embarrassment in his face at not being able to do it. Actually, she liked it he wasn't experienced. "Don't worry about it," she said kissing him. "You'll have a lot of time to practice." She lay back down, inviting him to take the bra off her.

He did that next, slowly pulling off her bra as if revealing a work of art. "God, you're so perfect," he gushed, seeing her naked breasts for the first time. They were small, yet full and round with perky upturned nipples. 

"They're small," Jen said. She'd always been self-conscious about her small breasts. Colin always lamented about their smallness, loudly joking more than once to all his friends the first thing he'd buy when he turned pro was bigger tits for flat chested Jenny.

But Mike couldn't take his eyes off Jen's breasts. "They're absolutely perfect," he gushed again, his hands cupping them as if in worship. He leaned down and sucked her nipples, and she was soon writhing underneath him. One good thing about small tits, her nipples were incredibly sensitive.

She reluctantly pulled away, gasping. She took off his shirt. He was thin and soft, really no muscular definition, so different from Colin. But there wasn't anyone else in the world she'd rather be with.

He shuddered as she ran her soft hands over his chest. "I wanna go slow, you know that right?" she said to him. "It's important to me." 

"Yeah, I get it," he said, groaning as she scraped her nails over his chest.

"But we can do this," she said, reaching for his belt. "Okay?"

"Yeah," he said his voice hoarse.

She unbuckled his belt and pulled down his zipper. Then she pulled off his pants and boxers. She looked at his cock. He was rock hard, but as she'd suspected he was small. Only about 4 or 5 inches rock hard, and not very thick. So different -- so much smaller -- than Colin and all the other guys she'd ever been with.

But at that moment she'd never seen a better cock in her life.

She pulled off his socks. She smiled into his eyes and lightly tickled his feet to break the tension. Then she pulled her long blonde hair to the side, lowered her head and went down on him. 

She could easily take all of him into her mouth. She didn't need to use her hands at all to hold his shaft, as she had to do with big guys like Colin. She licked and twirled her tongue over his shaft, and then bobbed up and down. She ran her free hands up and down his thighs, giving him extra pleasure.

After just a few moments he warned "I'm cumming Jen!"

She smiled inside. She'd known he'd warn her. But she didn't pull away, instead wrapping a hand around his shaft and bobbing up and down faster, gripping his shaft hard enough to maximize his pleasure. "Oh god!" he groaned. His backed arched and he gripped the back of Jen's head, and he came in her soft hot mouth. His cock jerked and pulsed three times in her mouth. He didn't cum much so she swallowed it all easily.

She tenderly released him from her mouth (knowing some guys were really sensitive after cumming), and then moved up his body and snuggled with him. Her head was on his chest, an arm around him, and a leg over his. 

"That was amazing!" he gushed grasping for air.

"I'm glad you liked it," she said giving him a quick kiss on the lips. They held each other for a long time. Then Mike moved and gently put Jen on her back.

"Your turn," he said with a crooked smile.

She squeezed her legs together. "You don't have to," she said. Guys hardly ever went down on her, and honestly she was embarrassed to do it that way.

"I want to," Mike insisted. He undid her jeans and pulled them down her legs, leaving her in just the tights. He gazed for long moments at her long shapely legs in the shimmering black material. "My god Jen you're perfect," he gushed practically in awe of her body.

She suddenly got concerned he might try to fuck her. She wanted to take it slow with him. "You promised," she said squeezing her legs together.

"Don't worry," he assured her. He gripped the waistband of the tights and pulled them down her long legs. Once again he stopped and stared at her. Her legs were perfect, her skin so soft and smooth she looked airbrushed. And he was seeing ALL of her, completely nude, for the first time. How could anyone be so slim yet so shapely? How could anyone be so firm yet so soft? Even her feet were pretty. How was it possible? Her body was perfect!

Then he looked between her legs. She kept herself completely bare there, except for a tiny trimmed patch above her clit. Her pussy was amazing, thin lips pressed tight together, the lips just a shade darker than the surrounding skin.

"You're amazing!" he gushed his eyes roving up and down her body.

"Stop," she whined like a shy little girl. She covered her breasts and pussy with her hands, suddenly bashful. The guys she normally went out with lusted after her body, but didn't worship her the way Mike was doing. They were always too impatient to grope and fuck her to do much looking. The way Mike was staring, like he was worshipping her body, made her feel shy. But she liked it too, liked it a lot.

Jen anxiously watched Mike as he lowered his head. She let him nudge her hand away, and for a moment he again stared at her pussy, making her blush. Then he lowered his head and licked her. She didn't expect to get pleasure out of it. Maybe he'd make her cum, that was almost inevitable if he licked her long enough. But she expected him to clumsily tongue her, slobber over her pussy and clit, like others in her life who'd half-hearted gone down on her (when they bothered to make the effort at all). If he didn't make her cum she'd fake it to make him feel good.

To her surprise, Mike didn't just run the flat of his tongue up and down her slit. Instead, he used the tip of this tongue to flick up one lip, and then the other. He did that again, and then again, and then he ran his tongue around her clit. He didn't actually touch her clit. Instead he twirled his tongue around and around, never touching it.

Only then did he run the flat of his tongue up her slit between her lips. He went up and down, up and down, and then he flicked inside the lips with the tip of his tongue. He did that a few times, and then he twirled his tongue around her clit again.

"God," she groaned, suddenly very turned on and clutching the sheets. "Where had this boy learned to do this?" she thought to herself, but it was a momentary thought because again she was lost in the wonderful sensations of his tongue working magic on her pussy.

"Miiiiiike ..." she whined, raising her hips up to push up against Mike's face, her body writhing and her fingers clutching at the sheets. 

He worked on her that way for long minutes, building her up without actually licking her clit. Her moans grew more desperate, her orgasm was building, she was right on the edge. Then, suddenly, Mike rubbed the flat of his tongue hard across her clit, rapidly licking back and forth. 

She groaned and clenched her eyes shut, her back arching, her curled toes digging into the mattress, she was on the brink of a massive orgasm! Then, with perfect timing, while continuing to lick her clit, Mike reached up and rolled her nipples hard. 

"Oh god!" Jen cried, and her body spasmed wildly in wave after wave of intense orgasmic pleasure. Her body shuddered as Mike continued to lick her, her orgasm going on and on.

Finally she pushed his head away, her clit suddenly ultra-sensitive. "Stop, stop," she practically begged, panting. Mike pulled away and waited. As she recovered he looked at her body again. He couldn't stop looking. He was already hard again.

"That was freaking awesome!" Jen gushed as her panting subsided. Then she saw him looking at her again, and saw his hard-on. She didn't want to fuck, she wanted to take things slow, so she needed to get him to cool down. She pulled the covers up. She looked at him through her eyelashes. With a pouty voice, she said "I'm kinda thirsty."

"I'll get you something," Mike said immediately, leaping up. He'd do anything for his goddess. He put on a shirt and shorts and went down stairs. 

When he went downstairs he found the whole fraternity there. 

Not just Sam, Simon, Zack and Drums, but the WHOLE fraternity. They were silent at first. Many wore big envious smiles. A lot of them looked at Mike in awe. Then the questions came:

"Do you really have Jenny Johnson up there?" 

"Did you just fuck her?"

"How big are her tits?"

"Did she blow you?"

"How did you bag Jenny Johnson?"

"Man she's s screamer!" Mike ignored them all and went into the kitchen for 2 glasses of water. He played it nonchalant and cool, but inside he was beaming. It was definitely great to be dating a girl as sexy and popular as Jen Johnson!

When he got back he found Jen had put on his frat t-shirt. For some reason, his heart leaped seeing her wear it.

He gave her the glass of water and sat on the bed with her. He wanted to do it again, but sensed that would be the wrong move. As she drank the water she looked at him over the glass with her big blue eyes. She looked so shy and innocent, and Mike's heart melted even more.

She put the glass down and then gave him a crooked smile. "Where did you learn to do that?" she said. "Been with more girls than I thought?" She made it sound like a joke, but Mike sensed an edge in her voice. Could she possibly be bothered by the possibility he'd been with a lot of girls? In fact, he'd only been with a total of 3 girls before Jen.

Not knowing what else to say, he said honestly, "I guess I figure I have to work harder at it."

Jen tilted her head at that, looking at him. She knew what he was getting at, but didn't agree. Okay, yeah, he didn't have the best beach body, and wasn't well endowed. But he was the kindest and sweetest guy she'd ever met. And could eat pussy like nobody's business! 

She gave him a big smile. "You're just so cute, you know?" she said, and snuggled into him. They didn't do it again that night, but they snuggled for a long time. 

The next day Mike anxiously approached Jen's sorority house. They were having a pre-football party, and then they'd all go together to Beaver Stadium. He knew he was late. Oh well.

The place was packed. Mike hardly knew anyone. He walked through the crowd but couldn't find Jen. Then he heard a voice behind him, "Looking for Jenny?"

He turned and saw it was Allie O'Malley. A lot of guys who wanted to get into her pants called her Allie Oh-la-la (Allie O for short). Mike knew Allie and Jen were best friends which made sense because they were by far the hottest girls on campus (probably the entire state). "She's over there," Allie said motioning to the next room. Then she turned back to her friends as if he didn't exist. "Real nice," Mike thought.

In the next room Mike found Jen surrounded by a group of guys. She was wearing a soft cashmere sweater, short skirt, tights and flats. The off-white sweater was snug and molded itself around her breasts, and the skirt showed off most of her long shapely legs. She seemed a bit overdressed for a football game. In fact, he noticed everyone was dressed up, some of the guys even wearing jackets. But then, these were the populars, the Beautiful People. To them, going to Beaver Stadium was like going to their country club.

She wasn't just talking to the guys, she was flirting with them. She'd looked into a guy's eyes as he said something to her, giving him all her attention like he was the only person in the world. She'd laugh whenever he told a joke, no matter how dumb. When she said something, she'd touch his hand or arm when making a point, and sometimes got close and whispered things in his ear.

The guys were ogling her, stealing glances at her tits, her legs, her ass. Mike suddenly realized he could see Jen's nipples outlined in the sweater! She wasn't wearing a bra?

Mike found himself intensely jealous. She was supposed to be HIS date, and here she was flirting outrageously with a group of guys. He suddenly realized something else. He was rock hard. Watching Jen flirt with all these guys was turning him on.

Jen looked his way and saw him. Her face broke out in a big smile and she came to him. "Hey baby," she said, getting up on her tiptoes and kissing him. She grinned. "Fashionably late, huh?" Out of the corner of his eye he saw the guys she just left staring at her ass and legs.

Jen took Mike's arm and led him away. "I want to show you my room," she said. 

On the way Jen picked up two beers. Then she led him upstairs to her room. He looked around. He was surprised to find her room a mess. "I room with Allie," she said. "We're kinda slobs." She handed him the beer. "You don't drink much do you?" she asked. 

"Sometimes," Mike said. In fact he didn't drink a lot, but didn't want to come across as even more of a nerd.

"I know you don't like being around my friends," she said rubbing his arm encouragingly. "I don't blame you, some of them are jerks." She handed him the beer. "Drink that and you'll feel better." She laughed and took a sip of hers. "It always helps me deal with them."

"Okay," he said laughing back. He took a drink. He instantly felt more comfortable, even without the beer.

She leaned into him. "I'm glad you're going to the game with me," she said. Mike smelled the alcohol on her breath and realized she was already tipsy.

"I feel under dressed," he laughed nervously.

"It's kind of a competition," she explained, leaning into him more so he sat on the bed. She sat on his lap, straddling his legs. "You know, who can dress the best but still look casual. Don't worry about it. Just stay the way you are."

"Okay," Mike said.

Jen put her arms around Mike's neck and got so close their lips almost touched. "I mean it," she whispered. "Stay the way you are, okay?"

"Okay," Mike said, breathing hard. They kissed and made out. His hands moved to her legs. When she'd straddled him her skirt had risen almost to her ass. He ran his hands up and down her thighs. She was wearing off-white cotton cable tights, and his fingertips traced the soft ribbing. His hands moved to her behind and he squeezed and fondled her tight shapely ass.

Jen moaned at his caresses. She rolled her head back as he kissed up her neck. Mike reached under the sweater and felt silky material. She was wearing a chemise instead of a bra! That was why her nipples showed!

"Like it?" she whispered in his ear. "I wore it for you."

"Yeah," he choked out, his voice hoarse with excitement. She wore it for him! He moved his hand up and cupped her breast. The chemise was so silky shear it was like touching bare skin. He fondled her and rolled her nipple, making her moan again.

"We have to stop," she whispered in his ear. "Later," she added. Then with a giggle she flicked her tongue in his ear. 

A bolt of intense painful pleasure shot through him. He never realized his ear was so sensitive. His body shuddered. 

Jen gave him a knowing look, then giggled sweetly like a mischievous school girl. "Wet willy," she said with another giggle, leaning into him and hugging his neck. They kissed again, but before they got going again Jen gently pulled away and said "We really need to stop, everyone will be heading over soon. I don't wanna miss kick-off."

The football game was a blur for Mike, especially as he drank more. Jen was a social butterfly, talking and laughing with everyone. Mostly she talked to guys, but that was because they were always approaching and surrounding her. It wasn't so cold that people wore coats, but it was cold enough to keep Jen's nipples constantly hard. Mike noticed all the guys ogling her chest. 

More than once he saw guys grab her ass. One guy even tried to reach up under her skirt. Jen didn't seem to notice, or mind. If a guy got too frisky she'd push his hand away, but she wouldn't get mad. Mike realized she must be used to getting hit on all the time. He felt jealous, like at her sorority house earlier. Like a butterfly, she'd flit in and flirt with a guy for a few moments, then move to another guy and flirt with him for a little bit. Mike wondered if she even knew how flirty she was being. Maybe this was why she was so popular. 

As before, Mike got aroused watching Jen flirt with all the guys. He was bothered and confused by his excitement and tried to push it away.

It's funny what sticks in your mind. Sometimes Jen reached up on her tiptoes to whisper into a guy's ear. Doing so made her great legs look even better, like wearing high heels. And extending on her tiptoes made her feet arched out of her flats so you could see underneath her feet. Mike loved seeing that.

Jen always had a beer in her hand and was getting more and more tipsy. But she managed to keep up with the game and, in fact, she seemed more into the football game than just about anybody else. She squealed when Colin threw for a 50 yard touchdown pass, a perfect spiral that hit his receiver right in the hands. Next possession, the pocket broke down and Colin ran for a 75 yard touchdown. The crowd went wild. 

"Isn't Colin freaking amazing!" Jen squealed gleefully to Mike. She was too tipsy to notice him frown at that. Begrudgingly, Mike admitted to himself that Colin was a pretty amazing quarterback. He was built like a linebacker, threw 75 yard perfect spirals and ran like a gazelle. There was no doubt he'd be an early first round draft choice, maybe even the top pick. 

Each time Colin made a great play, people congratulated Jen. Mike realized people still treated her like Colin's girlfriend. Maybe they didn't know she'd broken up with Colin, and was with him now. Or maybe they figured he was just temporary and she'd soon be back with Colin.

Mike wondered if that was true. Why, really, was she even going out with him? Why wasn't she still with Colin? He was handsome and dynamic, and he'd soon me an NFL starting quarterback making millions of dollars a year.

Mike felt out of place. He didn't belong here, these weren't his people. He'd leave, except he felt an obligation to get Jen home safely. She was drinking a lot and he didn't trust the guys around her, the way they were looking her up and down and feeling her up. But he felt like an outsider, his melancholy increased by the beers he was drinking.

Colin threw for another touchdown and again the crowd went wild. Penn State was crushing Michigan State. He was happy for the team, but his heart sank as he saw Jen high fiving all her friends and gush about how wonderful Colin was.

Mike turned away. As he sometimes did, he withdrew into himself. He thought about his stock market program. It was kinda cool. It scraped the internet for a lot of information, and then it used that information to model the stock market. His program predicted what the market would do tomorrow, and next week, next month even. He'd made a lot of money testing it, it was accurate most of the time. But he wasn't sure if it was legal. There were laws about manipulating the market and automatic trading programs. Sam was the only person who knew about Mike's program. Sam was pre-law and said he'd look into the legalities, but he hadn't figured it out yet.




Consequences Pt. 02



Mike broke out of his reverie by a tug on his arm. "Whatcha thinking about?" Jen said running her arm though his. 

"Oh, uh, just watching the game," Mike lied.

Jen tilted her head. "The game's that way baby," she said motioning to the other side of the field where the action was taking place.

"Oh --," Mike began, feeling like an idiot.

"This isn't your thing," she said. Mike expected her to break up with him right then and there, but instead she said "Ready to go?"

"Don't you want to watch the rest of the game?" Mike asked surprised.

"We're killing them," she said with an unconcerned shrug.

As they walked home, Jen leaned into him. "Sorry about leaving you alone, I just get into the game and socializing," she said hugging his arm.

Mike felt embarrassed. He knew he was shy and sometimes anti-social, but it hurt to have it thrown in his face. "I don't need a babysitter Jen," he snapped, regretting his words as soon as he said them.

Jen looked into his face. Then she squeezed his arm tighter. "Sorry," she said. They walked in silence for a while.

At a crossroads Jen pushed him down a street, away from her sorority. 

"Don't you want to go to the party?" Mike said surprised. Her sorority was having an after-game party.

"Can we go to your place?" she asked.

The frat house was empty. "Wanna watch a movie?" Mike asked awkwardly. He didn't know what to expect, and didn't want to make assumptions.

"Can we go up to your room?" Jen asked.

In his room Jen snuggled into his arms, laying her head on his chest. "I guess I drank too much," she said, slurring her words.

"Do you want aspirin? Water?" Mike asked.

"Okay," she said. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. They made out and petted each other. She helped him pull off her sweater and cami, leaving her topless. Then they kissed and fondled some more.

She pulled away, both of them gasping. "Can you ..." she began, then stopped looking embarrassed.

"What?" he prompted her.

She looked down demurely. "Can you do what you did to me last night?" she said shyly.

Mike's heart leaped. She'd enjoyed what he'd done! She'd been thinking about him!

In fact, Jen had thought of little else. No guy had ever gone down on her like Mike had. She wanted to feel it again!

Her heart pounded with excited anticipation as he moved down between her legs. His eyes went from her pretty face to her perfect tiny tits, then to her flat stomach. He caressed her legs, loving the feel of her cotton tights.

Jen knew he had a thing for legs. She raised her leg and pressed the pointy toe of her flat against his chest. He gasped with excitement, running his hands over her shapely calf and firm thigh. Jen let the flat fall of her foot, and then she ran her foot up his chest, over his neck, and then against his cheek and nose.

She was driving him wild! It was like she read his mind, understood all his fantasies and fetishes and played them out for him! He grabbed her slim ankle and pressed the sole of her foot against his nose, breathing in the intoxicating smell of shoe leather mixed with musky sweat, at the same time continuing to run his other hand up and down her long shapely leg. 

He realized all his kinky fetishes were on full display, but he couldn't help himself. He expected her at any moment to laugh derisively and call him a pervert, but she didn't. Instead, she seemed just as excited as him. Her eyes were glazed over and her mouth formed a small O. Later, he'd eventually come to think of that look as her cum face.

Jen pressed her toes harder against Mike's nose, perfectly playing into his fantasies. Then, she pressed her toes into his mouth. His mouth! He squeezed and caressed her foot as he sucked on her cute toes, and she moaned. 

Mike took hold of both Jen's ankles and spread her legs. Her skirt automatically hiked up her thighs. He looked between her legs. There was a wet spot in the tights at her crotch. 

She helped him unzip and take off her skirt, and then he curled his fingers into the waistband of the tights and pulled then down her long legs. She was naked again in his bed. Jen Johnson, naked in his bed again. Again! He seriously could not believe it.

He opened her legs and went down on her. The pressure was on, but he soon had her writhing under his tongue and clutching the sheets. 

He then did something he'd never done before, but he wanted to do for her. He put his hands under her butt and lifted her slightly. Then he licked down her slit, over her sandbar, and then flicked his tongue over her puckered asshole.

"OH-MY-GOD!" Jen gasped. She groaned pushing her ass into Mike's face. He rolled his tongue around her puckered anus. "GOD MIKE GOD!" she squealed. 

Still licking her ass, Mike stuck a finger into her. For the first time he was inside her! Not with his cock, but still. He finger fucked her, while at the same time rubbing her clit with his thumb. He did this all while continuing to roll his tongue over her anus.

"OH GOD OH GOD OH GOD," she cried, her hands now clutching the back of Mike's head. "OH GOOOOOOOOD!" she screamed, and then her body spasmed and shook in a massive orgasm.

She gasped for air, her perky tits rising and falling as she recovered. "God oh god," she said over and over again. 

She finally calmed down, but her orgasm seemed to take everything out of her, especially after drinking so much beer. She rolled to her side, holding Mike's hand so he spooned her. "Let me rest for a minute baby, then I'll take care of you," she said under her breath, already half asleep.

Mike was afraid she'd get cold, so he helped her put on his frat t-shirt again. "Thanks baby, so comfy," she purred falling asleep. She rolled to her side again, again pulling Mike with her, and they fell asleep spooning each other.

Later that night Sam stumbled into his room. He was half drunk from the game and after-parties. He turned on the light and stopped dead in his tracks. Mike and Jen were fast asleep. He was on his back. Her head was on his chest, an arm around him, a leg draped over his.

She was wearing a t-shirt, but he could see all of her from the waist down, her tight ass and her long shapely legs completely bare. He immediately covered his eyes, feeling shameful for ogling his best friend's girl. He quickly left the bedroom, taking one more lingering look at the gorgeous Sleeping Beauty before going. "Lucky fuck," he said to himself.

Mike and Jen slept through the night. They woke up spooning each other. Jen giggled and blushed thinking about what Mike had done to her. She was still embarrassed and getting used to the idea of a guy going down on her. Really going down on her. In a way it was more intimate than fucking.

"Shit I've got to get going," Mike said disappointed. "I've got a meeting this morning."

"It's Sunday," Jen said with a frown.

"I know, some undergrads are having a hard time with differential equations, I said I'd help them out this morning," he said.

Mike went into the bathroom, down the hall from his bedroom. Jen grinned, a twinkle in her eye. She opened the door and entered the hallway. 

There were a lot of guys lazing around, some in the hallway, others in their rooms with the doors open. She saw Simon, Zack and Drums. "Hi Simon, hi Zack," she said, smiling at them like it was the most natural thing in the world for her to be standing there in just Mike's t-shirt, with nothing underneath.

"Uh, hi Jen," they both said surprised to see her. They tried without much success to avoid looking her up and down. Mike's t-shirt came down pass her ass, but just barely, and her long shapely legs were on full display. The other guys didn't even try to hide their lustful stares. 

"Hi Drums," Jen said smiling at the drummer. "When are you guys playing next?"

"Oh uh, next weekend I think, at the Crypts," he stammered. Like Zack and Simon he was trying to control his eyes, but he couldn't help staring at her bare legs and pretty feet.

"Do you guys play Bruce?" she asked sweetly.

"Uh, we're not really a cover band, but yeah, we can play some Boss," Drums said.

"I love Thunder Road," Jen said batting her eyelashes and giving him a brilliant smile.

"Yeah, screen door slams and all that, you got it," Drums said enchanted.

"Thanks Drums," she said smiling at him. Then she looked around at all the guys, giving them a mischievous grin. She put her finger to her lips, as if sharing a secret with them, and then went into the bathroom.

All the guys let out a breath as she disappeared into the bathroom. "Holy fuck," Drums said in awe. "A goddess walks among us."

Jen leaned against the door, her heart pounding. She'd pushed the line, but she loved teasing, loved guys looking at her. Love it! In fact, her nipples were hard and she was moist. She knew Mike would get kudos too. Especially with what she was about to do next. Her man needed servicing!

"Hey baby," she said.

Mike pulled back the shower curtain. "Jen!" he said shocked.

Jen crossed her arms and pulled off the t-shirt. "Can I join you?" she said stepping into the shower.

He put his arms around her. "Hi," he said.

"Hi," she said back. They kissed.

"Let me do your hair," Mike said. He turned her so her back was against him. He put shampoo in her hair and lathered her, rubbing and massaging her scalp. 

"That feels so good," she moaned, again pleasantly surprised at his touch. She leaned back against his chest, enjoying the massage. His hands moved from her head, his fingertips tracing down her neck, over her shoulders, and then to her breasts. He ran circles around her nipples, and she closed her eyes, enjoying what he was doing to her body. His touch was still clumsy -- not nearly as talented as Colin -- but his inexperience and naiveté made her feel good.

His hands moved to her clit. She turned and they kissed. One hand fondled her breast while the other fingered her. Again his touches were sweet but not experienced. Still, the naughtiness of the situation inflamed her, with practically his entire fraternity on the other side of the wall, so she quickly found herself cumming on his hand.

He held her as she recovered. Then she grabbed the bar of soap. She lathered him, running her fingertips and nails up and down his body. Then she got on her knees and took him into her mouth. She worked her magic. He came almost immediately.

She got up and they hugged. She could tell he was embarrassed for cumming so fast. Trying to make him feel better, she smiled and giggled "I must be doing something right!"

Luckily there were two towels in the bathroom. He put one around his waist and wrapped her in the other. He held her possessively as they walked from the bathroom to his bedroom. Now, the ENTIRE fraternity was in the hallway. "Don't you guys have something better to do?" Mike snarled, but he was smiling too. 

Jen was kinda feeling slutty over her earlier teasing, so she blushed and looked shamefaced and buried her head in Mike's arm.

"Where's Jenny?" Colin yelled angrily at Tony, Victor and a few other guys at the sorority party. 

"She left the game early with that guy," Tony said. "What's his name? Mike?"

"She's with that geek?!" Colin yelled getting more angry. That bitch! He'd thrown for 3 touchdowns and ran for 2 more! She should be here on her knees blowing him, or whatever else he wanted!

Adam and Billy were there, as were Clyde, Claude and Carl. Sportswriters called them the 3Cs. Together, the 5 of them made up Colin's offensive line and they were massive, averaging 6'4" and 350 pounds. They were all friends, but the 3Cs were especially close, and highly volatile.

"Let's go get her Colin!" Claude urged him. "They're probably at his frat, right?"

"Yeah, Alpha Geeksville Alpha," Carl laughed derisively. Mike's frat, Alpha Gamma Alpha, was widely considered the frat for math and science majors, i.e., geeksville.

"Yeah, let's get her!" Clyde agreed. He laughed. "Those geeks will piss their pants when they see us!"

"Come on guys, leave her alone," Adam said. Victor agreed, nodding. They were always the more measured of the linemen.

"Fuck you Adam!" Colin yelled angrily. "She's my girl! She belongs to me!"

Victor shook his head. "You fucking cheated on her man. Again." he said. "Just give her space. Listen, if we go over there and rough up this Mike dude, she'll just feel sorry for him and stay with him."

"Maybe you're right," Colin said, his anger barely subsided. I'll get her back though, he swore to himself. And I'll waste that faggot Mike.

"Seriously Jen?" Allie said derisively. "You want me to go to a party at Geeksville?" 

"Just for a little while," Jen said. "After we'll go to the Crypts. Come on, his friends are nice. And I want you to get to know Mike better."

"God, if anyone finds out I was at Geeksville ..." Allie said.

"Just stop okay?" Jen said laughing. "They're really nice."

"Hi baby," Jen said later at Mike's frat, kissing him. "You know Allie right? Allie this is Mike."

"Hey bubble boy," Allie said winking at Jen. 

Jen giggled. "Allie, this is Sam, Simon, Zack and Drums." Jen introduced Allie to more of Mike's friends. She added "Drums' band is playing tonight."

"Yeah, we're the Living Dead," Drums stammered, nervous to be talking to Allie Oh-La-La.

"How ... fitting," Allie said inwardly rolling her eyes. "Okay boys, lead me to the bar." She took Simon's and Drums' arms, a lot of other guys following and practically salivating at her tight curvy ass and long legs. 

Zack pulled Mike aside. "Jen Johnson and Allie Oh-La-La in our frat house!" Zack gushed. "MIKE YOU ARE THE MAN!" Then he quickly followed the rest of the group with Allie.

"She's something," Mike said watching them go.

"You could say that," Jen laughed.

"Bubble boy?" Mike asked.

"Don't worry about it," Jen giggled taking his arm. "It's a compliment."

Crypts was packed. Jen was doing her social butterfly thing, laughing and talking with everyone. She'd invited her entire sorority to the concert, and she was so bubbly and charming that her sorority sisters (including Allie) were talking and having fun with Mike's fraternity brothers. 

"You're pretty amazing, you know," Mike said pulling her to him.

"You're being bad," Jen teased as Mike squeezed her ass.

Still not exactly sure where the lines were, Mike pulled his hands away. Jen grabbed his wrists and put his hands back on her ass. "That's okay, boyfriends are entitled," she said. She got up on her tip toes and they kissed.

"Boyfriend huh?" Mike said smiling.

"Don't let it go to your head," she teased playfully hitting him on the chest.

Jen heard someone say "Oh yeah I'll have me some of that fine ass." Then she felt someone pawing at her behind. She turned and saw a greasy Mexican. His cheeks were pockmarked and he had terrible cigarette breath. He was tall and very muscular.

"Stop!" Jen said pushing his hands away.

"Get away from her!" Mike yelled stepping between her and Cigarette Breath. Only then did Mike see Cigarette Breath was with a number of Mexican friends, all of them just as big and muscular. But he held his ground, glaring at the other man.

Cigarette Breath ignored Mike, instead lustfully looking Jen up and down. Jen wore a tight black dress that hugged her boobs and stopped well above her knees. The dress had a swoop top and underneath she wore a strapless bra that made her look bigger than she was, so her soft cleavage was on display. She wore black pantyhose (no panties) and black high heels. She had grown up kind of a Tom boy and didn't have much spending money, so she didn't own any high heels. She'd borrowed the pair from Allie. 

She'd never dressed so daring. But tonight was special. She'd decided that tonight she'd go all the way with Mike.

Jen blushed under Cigarette Breath's lustful stare. It was like he was raping her with his eyes. She was glad Mike was between her and Cigarette Breath, grateful for the protection.

"I'm gonna get me some of that fine ass," Cigarette Breath promised. "I bet you got a tight pussy." He laughed. "Won't be so tight after I get through with you." 

"Fuck you!" Mike growled.

"It's okay," Jen said trying to calm Mike. Cigarette Breath was a big man and he had his friends with him. She didn't want Mike to get hurt.

The bouncers noticed the commotion. "What's going on here? Jenny, you okay?"

"It's okay Danny," Jen said to the bouncer she knew, a big guy with flaming red hair.

Cigarette Breath's friends pulled him away. "Come on man, we got things to do," one of his friends said.

Cigarette Breath kept his eyes on Jen as his friends pulled him away, lecherously running his eyes from her mouth to her tits to her legs. "Some fine pussy there," he said with a lustful smile.

Mike glared after Cigarette Breath. Jen took his arm, pulling him away. "It's okay," she said, not wanting to ruin their evening. But Mike couldn't lose the sense of dread. There was something evil about Cigarette Breath and his friends.

"Come on," Jen said, pulling Mike away. Sometimes she got hit on, it wasn't a big deal. She wanted to get Mike in a good mood again. She pulled him into an alcove away from everyone. "Thanks for protecting me back there," she said with a crooked grin.

"I'll always protect you Jen," Mike said, looking into her eyes. He pulled Jen into his arms.

Suddenly Mike was yanked away and pushed to the floor. It was Colin! He had Adam, Billy and the 3Cs with him.

Colin kicked Mike across the head then grabbed Jen. "Come on, we're leaving," he said pulling her away.

"No, damn you Colin, let me go!" Jen cried, looking desperately at Mike to see if he was okay. 

Staggered from Colin's sucker kick, Mike still managed to get up. He grabbed Colin and pulled him away from Jen. "Let her go!" he yelled.

Colin pushed Jen to the 3Cs. "Hold her!" he ordered. He turned to Mike. "Okay man, if this is how you want it." He suddenly lurched at Mike, throwing punches and kicks. 

Mike wasn't a fighter. He took a lot of punches to the head and gut. But he managed to land some hits to. With a lucky punch he hit Colin's nose, breaking it. Blood flew everywhere!

"Fuck!" Colin said, grabbing his noise. "Clyde and Claude, grab the mother fucker!"

The Clyde and Claude grabbed Mike, pinning his arms behind him, while Carl continued to hold Jen. All 3 smiled and cheered as Colin landed blow after blow to Mike's head and gut. There was a sickly sound of ribs breaking, but Colin wouldn't stop hitting Mike, the 3Cs laughing and egging Colin on. Jen screamed, tears flowing down her face, but Carl wouldn't let her go.

By now the band had stopped playing, and everyone was looking at the massacre taking place. Jen looked at Danny. "Do something!" she screamed at the bouncer. But Danny looked away. He felt ashamed, but he wasn't going to raise his hand against Colin, star Penn State quarterback. 

Mike's fraternity brothers lurched forward, ready to fight the football players to protect their friend. But they didn't have to. 

"That's enough," Adam said to Colin and the 3Cs.

"Yeah, come on guys, let him go," Billy said.

Exhausted at the pounding, Colin nodded at Clyde and Claude. "Let him go," he said. They let Mike go and he fell to the floor.

"Let me go!" Jen screamed at Carl. Carl let her go and she ran to Mike, gingerly hugging him. "Mike? Mike?" she sobbed. Mike didn't move.

Colin seemed to realize what he'd done. He looked at his linemen. "Let's go guys," he said. They turned to go, but then they stopped in their tracks.

They stared into the muzzles of shotguns. It was Cigarette Breath and his friends.

Cigarette Breath shot a round into the air, stopping everyone in their tracks. "Everyone on the ground!" he yelled. "Carlos, Jorge, get the cash box!"




Consequences Pt. 02



Carlos and Jorge returned with bags full of cash. "We got it, let's bolt!" they said.

"Wait," Cigarette Breath said. He roughly grabbed Jen. "I'm taking this slut with me." He ran his hands over Jen's body, pawing her tits. "Oh yeah baby, you and me gonna dance tonight, you're gonna love it," he said with an evil smile. He took a knife and lightly ran the sharp edge over her cheek. "Might not be so pretty after I get done with you though."

"Oh god, please," Jen sobbed. "Let me go."

Allie looked at Colin and the 3Cs. "Do something!" she implored desperately. 

"Yeah man, do something," Cigarette Breath said mockingly, pointing his gun at Colin and laughing. "Come on, pretty boy, do something."

Colin shrugged and looked helplessly at Jen. "They've got guns," he said feebly. Adam, Billy, the 3Cs and Danny also looked helpless.

Cigarette Breath laughed. He dragged Jen to the exit, his buddies flanking him. "Come on, babe, you and me gonna have some fun." He looked at his friends. "Don't worry boys, you'll get a piece too. I'll try not to rough her up too much before you get your turn."

"No!" someone yelled to the side, and then a body slammed against Cigarette Breath, making him let go of Jen and sending him to the floor. 

It was Mike. His face was a bloody mess, he was slumped over from the broken ribs, and he could barely stand. He stood protectively between Jen and the Mexicans. "Leave her alone!" he growled.

Cigarette Breath sprang up and pointed the shotgun at Mike's head. "You wanna die asshole!" he yelled. "Move!"

"I won't move," Mike said, winching at the broken ribs and slumping over more. "Leave her alone."

"I WILL FUCKING KILL YOU!" Cigarette Breath screamed. "MOVE OR YOU WILL DIE!"

"I won't move," Mike insisted, holding his ground between Cigarette Breath and Jen. He was barely after to speak, barely able to stand. "I love her. You'll have to kill me. But I won't move." 

"FUCK YOU!" Cigarette Breath yelled, and he slammed the gun against Mike's head. Mike staggered and fell, but then got back on his feet, standing protectively between Cigarette Breath and Jen. 

Sirens blared in the background. They were distant but getting close fast. "Come on man we gotta go!" Carlos said to Cigarette Breath, pulling his arm.

"FUCK!" Cigarette Breath screamed. He took the butt of the gun and slammed it against Mike's head again. Then he and his friends ran out the back door.

Mike collapse to the floor, blood everywhere. Jen got on her knees, holding him. "Mike, Mike," she sobbed. "Mike ..." 

Everyone -- Allie, Colin and the 3Cs, all of Jen's sorority sisters, everyone from Alpha Gamma Alpha, everyone --all were looking at Mike, bloody and not moving, and Jen holding him, sobbing uncontrollably. They couldn't believe what had just happened.

Adam and Victor moved to help Mike. "Stay away from him!" Jen hissed. But she needed help to get Mike to the hospital. She frantically looked around and then saw them. "Sam, Zack, Drums -- can you help?" she pleaded. The AGA brothers moved forward to help their friend and his new girlfriend.

"You need to go home and get some rest," Allie implored her friend. "I'll stay here with him."

"No Allie, I have to stay," Jen said tearing up again. She'd cried almost constantly since Mike was rushed to the hospital the day before. "I can't leave him."

Later that day 3 people arrived, an older man and woman, and a man a few years older than Mike. It was Mike's father, mother and older brother Joe.

"Oh my god, my baby!" his mother wailed, hurriedly moving to Mike's side. Jen stepped back as the family gathered around the bed, although she stayed close.

After a few minutes the family realized Jen was there. "Who are you?" the mother asked brusquely. 

"I'm Jen," Jen said. "I called you ...."

"Oh yes," Mike's father said. "Mike's girlfriend."

Jen nodded.

Mike's father and Joe looked Jen up and down, startled by her beauty. Joe thought to himself "way to go bro."

Mike's mom looked her up and down too, but her eyes were much less friendly. "You can leave, we're here," she said tersely.

"I'll stay, thank you," Jen said.

His mom glared at her. "Mike got hurt, in a fight over you?" she said icily, looking down her nose. "My son does not fight. You can leave now."

Jen held back tears. "I'll stay, thank you," she said in a trembling voice. She sat back in the chair and took Mike's hand.

His mom glared at Jen. Joe said conciliatorily, "Come on mom."

The doctor walked in. "How is he?" Mike's dad asked urgently.

"He should be okay, eventually," the doctor said. "Four broken ribs, but his lung wasn't punctured. Somewhat a miracle, given the beating he took. He'll have a very severe concussion. But he should make a full recovery. He'll be hurting for a while though. A lot of migraines. I've prescribed pain medication."

"But he hasn't woken up!" Jen cried, tears falling down her cheeks. Everyone looked at her.

"He's healing inside," the doctor said. "He should wake up soon."

Just then Mike's eyes opened. He flailed his arms and cried "Jen, Jen!"

"I'm here!" Jen cried going to him.

He pulled her to him, relief on his face. "I'll always take care of you," he said, drifting off into unconsciousness again.

"I know!" she said, sobbing into his chest. Mike's dad, mom and Joe exchanged looks.

The police came to take Mike and Jen's statements. Mike was unconscious. Jen described the Mexicans. She also told them about Colin and the 3Cs, how they ganged up on Mike. "I want to press charges against them," she said firmly. "All of them." 

"Even Colin?" the police said warily. Pressing charges against Penn State's star quarterback would be a major scandal. Earlier that week Penn State had been ranked #3 after their victory over Michigan State. A major bowl bid was a guarantee, even a shot at the national championship.

"Especially Colin," Jen said fiercely. The police men looked warily at each other. Penn State had a lot of influence over the State College police department.

Mike gradually got better. Jen never left his side, not even for a minute. Allie brought her clothes, and homework from her professors. At first Mike couldn't focus his eyes, so Jen read him books. She read him the entire Lord of the Rings trilogy, some of his favorite books. She wasn't into it at first, but by the end she was turning the pages as fast as she could read.

One night she rented Night of the Living Dead and smuggled in buttered popcorn. She spent most of the movie with her head buried in Mike's arm, too terrified to watch, but she managed to make it through the whole movie.

Mike's family came back the next weekend. Mike was sleeping. They found Jen sitting in the same chair as when they'd left the week before, next to Mike, holding his hand. "She's not left his side for even a second," a nurse whispered to Mike's mom. Mike's dad heard it and gave his wife a hard stare. She shrugged, as if relenting.

"Let's get some coffee," Mike's mom said to Jen. "Don't worry, they'll watch Mike," she added motioning to Mike's dad and Joe.

"You're very pretty," Mike's mom said as they sat with coffee.

Jen blushed. "My mom says that gets me into trouble," she said.

"Does it?" his mom said. "Boys fighting over you?"

Jen looked down, shamefaced. Her pretty looks DID get her into trouble. So did all her flirting. "I'm sorry," she said weakly, knowing her apology didn't make up for the trouble she caused.

Mike's mom eyed the pretty blonde, studying her. Jen's eyes were red with tears; she'd cried a lot the last week. "Tell me about yourself Jennifer," she said.

"I don't know," Jen said, absentmindedly brushing her hair behind her ear. "I'm not a good student. I'm really insecure. I get jealous, and have a bad temper." She was on the verge of tears, knowing she was making a terrible impression. The tears came. She sobbed, "And I'm in love with your son!"

Mike went home the next week. Jen wanted to stay with him in his room (Sam was willing to bunk with another frat brother), but Mike insisted she go home. "You need to get rest and catch up with school," he said.

She was working through a big pile of homework when Allie walked in. "Jenny, someone's here to see you," she said. Allie looked scared. Allie NEVER looked scared.

Jen's heart quicken when the big man entered her room. It was Jerry Sandusky, assistant coach of Penn State football. There were rumors about Coach Sandusky, bad things he'd done, but everything was hush hush.

"You've pressed charges against my quarterback," Sandusky said without any introduction. "And my three lineman."

Jen wasn't going to be intimidated. "They ganged up on my boyfriend," she hissed. "4 against 1. Is that what you coach?"

"What I think, young lady, is you should drop these stupid charges," Sandusky said. He pulled out an envelope and took out a dozen pictures. He dropped them on the table. They were pictures from Colin's collection, of her doing naughty things. "I particularly like this one," Sandusky said, showing her the most recent picture, of her face splattered with Colin's spunk. It had the date on it. If Mike saw this he'd know this happened after they started dating.

"If you go through with the charges, these pictures will hit the internet," Sandusky threatened. "Anonymously of course." The pictures had been carefully edited to remove Colin's face. She'd look like a complete slut to the entire world. She'd lose her scholarship for sure. The clinic wouldn't hire her. Worse, if Mike saw these, he might break up with her. 

Little did she know, Sandusky had already shown Mike the pictures. He'd agreed to immediately drop the charges because he didn't want Jen to get hurt.

But Jen wouldn't allow Colin to get away with it. Mike had almost died! She glared at Sandusky and hissed "I don't care what happens to me, I'm not dropping the charges."

"You've got spunk, I'll give you that," Sandusky said almost admiringly. He took out a piece of paper and showed it to Jen. "Drop the charges, or this happens." 

"What is it?" Jen said not understanding.

"It's a warrant for Mike's arrest," Sandusky said. "Your boyfriend wrote a stock picking program. Very clever from what I hear. Problem is, it might be illegal. To tell you the truth, it's probably not, at least that's what the lawyers tell me. But it'll take years to get through the courts. He'll go to jail. He'll get bail eventually, but the indictment will hang over him. His career would be toast, maybe his life too. Do you really want that?"

Jen ran to the football facility. She burst into Coach Paterno's office. "Please, I've got to see Coach Paterno," she begged his secretary. Luckily, Paterno had a male secretary and Jen was a very pretty girl. The secretary said "wait here, I'll see what I can do."

As Jen waited, she felt confident Coach Paterno would help her. All her life she'd adored Penn State football. It was more than just football. When things got bad -- with her mom, her dad -- she had Penn State football. It'd been that way all her life. A place to escape to. 

Her love wasn't diminished by jerks like Colin, the 3Cs or that slimeball Sandusky. They didn't represent Penn State. But Coach Paterno did. He WAS Penn State. She idolized him, she always had. He'd make this right.

"You've got five minutes," the secretary said.

"Thanks!" Jen said, clutching the secretary's hand.

"Coach Paterno," Jen said seeing the legendary coach. "You don't know me. My name's Jennifer Johnson. My boyfriend is Mike Andrews. Some of your players, Colin and the 3Cs ganged up on Mike at the Crypts. He almost died! Now Coach Sandusky is going rogue or something. He's blackmailing me to drop the charges. Please, you've got to help me!"

Coach Paterno gave Jen a concerned look. "I've been praying for Mike. They say he'll make a full recovery. Thank god for that."

"I know," Jen said. "But we can't let Colin get away with this! They ganged up on Mike, it was 4 against 1!"

Paterno nodded, agreeing. "Colin's actions were unacceptable," he said sternly. "I've punished him. He's suspended the 1st half of our next game."

"One half?" Jen cried incredulously. "That's no punishment! Coach Paterno, they almost killed Mike!"

Coach Paterno gave her a fatherly understanding smile. He shrugged, as if saying "what else can I do?"

Jen stared disbelievingly at Paterno. Didn't he understand? Why wasn't he getting this? 

"Coach Sandusky tried to blackmail me," she said. "He has pictures of me, from Colin's camera ..."

Paterno shook his head disapprovingly. "I told him not to use the pictures."

"You knew about them?" Jen asked shocked. 

Paterno nodded. "Don't worry, they'll be destroyed," he assured her. He frowned gravely. "The arrest warrant against Mike is another thing. We can't turn a blind eye to students breaking the law."

Jen staggered out of Paterno's office. Sandusky hadn't gone rogue. Paterno was in on it. He was telling Sandusky what to do! They cared more about stupid football than justice.

Jen got back to her sorority. She called the police department and dropped the charges against Colin and the 3Cs. What else could she do? She couldn't let them hurt Mike. 

Then she fell into her bed, sobbing at feeling so helpless. She pulled herself together and got up. She went to see Mike. She wanted to feel his arms around her. She wanted to be with him. She loved him.

She didn't go to the game the next week, or the week after. She never went to a Penn State game again.



Consequences Pt. 03



"Do you think I'm getting fat?" Jen asked Allie. 

Allie studied her friend. "Have you gained weight?" she asked.

"Not yet."

Allie laughed. "Then why do you think you're fat?"

"I don't know," Jen said looking in the mirror, moving sideways to see her profile. "I just don't feel sexy anymore."

"Jen, it's only been a few weeks, you look the same as always!" Allie said exasperated. She narrowed her eyes. "Did Mike say something?"

"No," she admitted. "It's just ..."

"What?"

"I don't know," Jen said pulling up her top to look at her stomach. "I just don't feel sexy anymore."

"God Jen," Allie said rolling her eyes.

Later that day Jen decided to go to the Starbucks for a pick-me-up. She ordered her usual, a tall caramel skinny latte. 

"Whip on that?" the barista asked. He was cute, 19 or so, with adorable shaggy hair like a surf boarder. He had a big, eager smile. Really cute!

"Nope, I'm on a diet," she said.

"You?" Shaggy said looking her up and down. "No way you need to be on a diet." 

"Whatever," she said with a laugh, cutely batting her eyelashes at him.

Shaggy grinned at her, looking from her lips to her breasts. "What's your name?"

"Jen."

He wrote "Jen" on the cup. "You'll be up in a minute no-whip Jen," he said with a big seductive smile.

Jen rolled her eyes, a big smile on her face. What a player! And so young. So cute though. At 26 she felt like a cougar.

Shaggy called her name a few minutes later. "Here you go no-whip Jen," he said with a big smile. "Give me your hand."

"Why?" she asked with a curious smile.

"Come on, your hand," he said in a playful scolding voice.

She held out her hand. "What?" she said playfully scowling at him.

"You have a strong love line," Shaggy said with a lustful grin, caressing her palm.

"Oh my god, really?" she laughed at his terrible pick-up line.

He squirted a little whip cream on her finger. "There you go, a taste," he said smiling into her eyes.

"I get just a taste?" Jen said with a playful seductive smile, putting her finger into her mouth and sucking off the whip cream.

Shaggy's grin grew wider, and very interested. "I get off in an hour ... if you'd like a full serving of cream."

"Oh my god!" she said with a laugh. "I don't think so!" She held up her left hand to show him her wedding ring. She couldn't believe how bold he was being!

The 19 year old, "very cute" barista took her left hand and squirted a little whip cream on her wedding ring. "In case you change your mind," he said with a lecherous grin.

"Oh my god," Jen thought smiling to herself. Luckily the Starbucks had been mostly empty so no one had noticed. But she felt good about herself. "I've still got it, even for a pregnant 26 year old," she thought to herself. Then her heart sank. Mike hadn't seen any of it. So it was like it didn't happen.

Later that week Mike left early for a morning meeting. Jen had a hard time getting out of bed. She felt fat and undesirable. Getting on the scale, she saw he hadn't gained any weight yet. Looking in the mirror, her face looked the same. Her body looked the same. Still she felt fat and undesirable.

She didn't know what it was. Maybe hormones from being newly pregnant? She didn't know. But she felt in the doldrums. She felt fat and so unsexy.

She forced herself to get ready for work. As she got dressed, on a whim, she put on a garter belt. She almost always wore thigh highs nowadays, but normally shunned garter belts as being too much trouble. Today though, she wanted something to make her feel sexy. She put on the garter belt, then also decided to wear a tighter, shorter skirt, one of her clubbing skirts instead of her normal, more conservative work skirts. She also slipped on 4" heels, instead of her normal 2 or 3" work heels. 

That morning she gave a presentation to her bosses, an update on the Google campaign. She stood at the front of the room going through her report. The men seemed distracted the entire meeting, unable to concentrate. She couldn't figure out why until later, when she looked in the mirror. Her skirt was so tight the garter straps were outlined in her skirt when she moved. Also, when she reached up, as she did many times to point during her presentation, her short skirt rose up revealing the bottom of her lacy stocking tops. No wonder the men couldn't concentrate!

She thought about taking off the garter belt. The thigh highs were stay ups after all. But then she realized her nipples were hard, and her pussy moist. She loved teasing, and she'd certainly done that this morning. She decided to leave the garter belt on.

That afternoon she had a meeting with 2 guys from her team. She sat on her sofa and they sat across from her in chairs. She was reviewing their work, papers scattered on the coffee table between them. She held a portfolio in her lap. As she studied it, she noticed them looking at her legs. Once again the garter straps were outlined in her skirt. She casually crossed her legs, knowing the movement caused her skirt to hike up, showing more of her legs (maybe even flashing the bottom of her lacy stocking tops). As she pretended not to notice as the 2 guys ogled her, she felt a tingling in her pussy.

She felt high as a kite after the meeting ended. But then her mood soured. Okay, maybe she was still hot, right now. But what about 4 months from now, 6 months, when she was big with baby? What about 2 years from now, after breast feeding and her breasts weren't as pretty? Would men still desire her? Would Mike?

Later that night Jen tried again to talk to Mike about her insecurities. But he didn't get it. Whenever she said something, he just kissed her and said she was perfect, that guys would always be hot for her. But that wasn't true! She'd get old and wrinkled, and fat, and her tits would droop, and then guys wouldn't give her a second look. Would Mike still love her? Would he still desire her? He just didn't get it!

Mike wanted to change the subject, to something more interesting (and titillating). He said "You know in London I had dinner with Darren. He told me he's fathered a few babies, with white wives."

Despite her mood Jen couldn't help smiling. "I bet that turned you on."

Mike excitedly smiled back. Jen really understood what excited him, and didn't judge him. "He let me watch his date with another couple, Jim and Stacy."

Mike knew his mistake as soon as he saw the dark cloud pass over Jen's face. "You watched Darren have sex with another woman? Without me there?"

"Yeah, but ... Jim was there, Stacy's husband."

Jen's eyes narrowed dangerously. "Was she naked?" 

"Stacy? Yeah. I mean, she and Darren had sex."

"Is she pretty?" 

"I guess. But Jen, nothing like you."

"Are her breasts bigger than mine?"

"Jen ..."

"Are they?!"

"... Yes," Mike finally admitted.

"Damn you Michael!" Jen said, her eyes tearing up. She got up and ran into the bathroom, slamming the door. How could he?! He knew she felt fat and pregnant and undesirable! How could he go gawk at another woman's naked body?!

"God," Mike said, frustrated and looking up at the ceiling.

Sometime later Jen came out of the bathroom. Her eyes were red from crying. 

"Jen, honey, I'm sorry, I should never had done that," Mike apologized. 

"I'm sorry too," Jen said wiping a tear from her face. She grinned sheepishly. "I don't know why I'm such a basket case. Extra hormones from the pregnancy I guess." She leaned into Mike and he hugged her.

"How's your presentation coming along?" Mike asked wanting to shift to neutral ground.

"For Professor Ambrose's class? Okay I guess. I have it rough out." Her presentation and Homecoming weekend were still over a month away. She was excited about the presentation, but lukewarm about staying over the weekend. There were too many memories there.

After a while she asked, "What else happened, in London I mean?" 

"Nothing really," Mike said cautiously.

"It's okay. I'm okay," she assured him. "Tell me, I want to know." 

Mike inwardly shrugged. He said, "Jim -- the girl's husband -- he has a fantasy about Darren getting his wife pregnant." Mike hesitated then added, "I'm completely okay with us. But it helped to talk with someone else."

"I get it baby," she said. She forced a smile and squeezed her husband's hand. "What did Jim say?"

"Darren getting his wife pregnant is his biggest fantasy," Mike said. "Stacy's into it too. They have it all planned out. They'll disappear for a year and then come back and tell everyone they adopted a black baby."

Jen gave Mike a crooked smile. "I bet that turned you on, huh?" she said rubbing his crotch. He was hard.

"Yeah," he admitted.

Jen got on Mike, straddling his lap. She crossed her arms and pulled off her top, and then unsnapped her bra. She brought her husband's hands to her still flat tummy. "Does it turn you on that I'm pregnant with Tom's baby?" she asked. 

"Yeah," he admitted his voice becoming hoarse with arousal.

"You're happy I didn't make him wear a condom?" she asked.

"Honestly?" Mike said. "I don't know. But I'm good where we are now baby."

Mike's answer didn't give her the reassurance she needed. She hugged him tight. "I'm scared Mike," she said hugging him.

"I'll always be there for you baby," Mike assured her, hugging her back.

"I know you will," Jen said, starting to cry again. "But that's not enough," she said. "I want you always hot for me. That's important to me. Really important."

"I will baby, I will," he assured her. 

But as she cried into his shoulder she wasn't sure.

"I'm going freaking out of my mind," Jen lamented the next day at lunch with Allie. "My emotions are all over the place. I can't stop crying. I'm driving Mike crazy. I'm driving me crazy. God, how do women survive pregnancy?"

"It's all the hormones honey," Allie said squeezing Jen's hand. "It'll get better. Morning sickness yet?"

"Not yet," Jen said her face glum contemplating the dread to come.

"How's Mike treating you?" Allie asked.

"He's sweet," Jen said. "But god Allie, men just get more handsome and charming, and we --."

"We just get old," Allie said looking glum too. "I think my boobs are starting to sag."

"Seriously?" Jen scoffed looking at her friend's chest. "They look as perfect as ever!"

"Gravity, it's inevitable," Allie said with a resigned shrug. "I'm gonna be 27 soon."

"God don't remind me!" Jen said. Their birthdays were only days apart. "I'll be 27 AND pregnant." 

That night Mike and Jen were lazing around. Mike was playing with his iPad and Jen was reading a book on her Kindle. The TV was on but they weren't watching, it was on more for background noise.

They were watching CNN and Jasmine Kelly came on. Jen looked up at the TV recognizing her voice. Jasmine was on location in Hawaii, and was doing her segment in a bikini. A bikini! 

Jasmine's body was perfect. Big perky breasts, flat stomach, long legs. To top it all off, she had a really young, pretty face and long blonde hair. 

Jen looked over at Mike. He'd looked up from his iPad and was intently watching Jasmine on the TV. Jen felt hurt, jealous and insecure.

"What exactly did you do with Jasmine Kelly?" she said. She wore a smile, but there was no humor in her eyes.

"Jen, I told you, nothing," Mike said honestly.

"Uh huh," she said skeptically.

"Why do you hate her so much?" Mike asked. 

"I don't know Michael," she said sarcastically. "Maybe because of her pretty face, her big boobs, her perfect tan. Oh yeah, maybe because she's only 23." She looked at the TV and scowled. "She's wearing a bikini on CNN? CNN? Seriously? I mean, talk about flaunting it!"

Jen dressed to impress too, wearing tight jeans and short skirts to show of her best assets, but Mike knew it'd be suicide to mention that. Trying to reassure her, he said "Baby you're only 26."

"Oh wow that makes me feel sooo much better," Jen said even more sarcastically. Had he really just said that? 23 versus 26 is the difference between fresh faced coed and desperate cougar.

She looked at her husband. Deep down she knew he hadn't done anything wrong. But he needed to be reminded who the sexiest girl on the planet was. And he needed to be punished for even looking at that Jasmine chick. She thought of Keri's video. Okay, it was time.

"You need punished about those newspaper pictures," Jen said.

"Jen nothing happened," Mike insisted.

"So?" Jen said with an evil mischievous smile. "I'm a girl, I don't have to be reasonable." 

"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. He decided to roll with it. At least she didn't seem mad anymore.

Jen undressed Mike and drew a bath for him. "Go ahead, get in," she said.

He got in. The hot water felt good, even though the water didn't quite cover his chest. 

Jen ran her hands over Mike's cock and balls. "This is punishment?" he asked with a laugh.

"I want you hairless down here mister, like me," she said smiling and gently cupping his cock, still a wicked glint in her eye. "Are you up for it?" she giggled at the double entendre, stroking his hard cock.

"Okay," he said intrigued. Why not?

Jen smiled. He didn't know what he was in for! She took scissors and trimmed his pubic hairs until they were stubble. Then she rubbed cream over and around Mike's cock. "This is a depilatory. It'll stop the hair from growing back, I want you to use it every week."

"Okay," Mike said. His wife's pretty hand on his cock and balls felt good, he felt an orgasm building. 

Then his eyes went wide and he groaned as she rubbed the cream up and down his crack. She was essentially giving him a Brazilian, but at that moment he was focused on how good her soft hand felt rubbing all his private parts.

"I told you I want you just like me," she said smiling, a twinkle in her eye.

"You have a landing strip," Mike observed.

"You'd look pretty silly with one of those," Jen said. She made sure to make her voice mocking. She was starting to have fun.

Mike got out and Jen toweled him dry. They both looked at him in the mirror. His cock was rock hard. With all the hair gone and his cock's small size, his private parts looked like a boy's.

"Get in bed cucky," she ordered, giggling.

Mike got onto this back on the bed. Jen ran her fingertips over and around his hairless penis. "Much better," she said.

"What now?" Mike asked. Had that been his punishment?

"Besides this?" Jen said running her finger around his cock, where his pubic hair had been. They shared a laugh.

Jen took Mike's hands and pulled them over his head, so he held the rails of the headboard. "Pretend like you're tied up, so you can't move your hands, got it?" she said.

"Okay."

"If you move your hands I'll have to really punish you," she threatened squeezing his balls.

"Okay, okay," he quickly agreed. She'd squeezed him hard enough to hurt.

"Wait here," she said. She disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out Mike's eyes grew wide at what she was wearing. Her long blonde hair was down and brushed to a silky luster. Her makeup was perfect. She wore white thigh highs with lacy stocking tops and high heeled sandals. The sandals had a thin strap around her ankles and another over her toes. Mike loved when she wore sandals like these because he could see more of her pretty feet, especially the elegant arch of her feet and her cute toes.

And she was wearing a pink bustier.

She ran a single fingertip down his chest. "Do you remember this bustier?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mike said, his voice going hoarse with excitement.

She ran the fingertip lightly up the underside of his cock. More tease than stimulation. "Whose bustier is it?" she asked.

"Jen ..." he began, moving his hands towards her.

"Keep still!" she said immediately. "Or you'll be sleeping in the guest room!" 

"Okay, okay," he relented, putting his arms back above his head.

"Whose bustier is it?" she repeated. She put her hand around his cock but she didn't stroke him. Frustrated and wanting stimulation, he raised up his hips to stroke his cock through her hand, but she pushed him back down. "Whose?"

"Scott's," he finally said.

Jen smiled. "That's right, it's Scott's." She ran her fingertips lightly around Mike's cock, and then across his balls. She liked the smooth feel, and decided she really did prefer him this way.

She lightly tickled the front of his balls. "You like this?" she asked.

"Yeah," he moaned.

She ran her fingernails lightly across the underside of his sack. "And this?"

"God yeah," he moaned.

She got baby oil from the side table. She poured some in her hands and warmed it, and then spread it over his stomach, cock, balls and thighs. 

She swirled a fingertip in the oil, on his stomach just above his cock. He groaned at the tickling caress. 

"You know what a ruined orgasm is Mike?" she asked out of the blue.

Mike looked up. He didn't say anything, but clearly he knew what it was.

"Keri showed me a video. It's when I tease you to the brink of orgasm, but then just as you cum I take my hands away," she explained, knowing he knew but having fun torturing him. "It takes all the pleasure away. It's worse than no orgasm at all. You don't get any release from cumming. Have you heard of it?"

He nodded.

"I bet you've watched some videos, huh?"

He nodded again.

"Have you ever given yourself one?" she asked.

"No."

She tilted her head. "Jasmine ever give you one?"

"Jen, come on," he said.

Jen giggled. "She has really nice breasts huh? You looked right? On the TV."

"No."

"Liar," Jen said. She smiled excitedly, a longing look in her eyes. "I looked. Her breasts are incredible. Maybe I'll get together with her Mike. You know, like I did with Allie and Keri? Umm yeah, that would be really nice. I'd love to hold Jasmine's big firm breasts in my hands, and suck her nipples. Wouldn't you like to see that Mike?"

Mike's eyes had gone wide. "Are you serious?" he gasped excitedly.

"We'd kiss Mike," Jen continued. "I bet she kisses really good. We'd press our bodies together. My little breasts pressed against her big ones. Would you like to see that Mike? My little tits smushed against her big ones?"

"Yeah yeah," he practically panted.

Suddenly Jen's sexy smile disappeared, replaced by a frown. "So you DID look at her tits on the TV," she said. "And you noticed hers are bigger than mind."

Mike inwardly rolled his eyes. Of course he looked! Jasmine was wearing a string bikini for god's sake! And of course Jasmine's are bigger than Jen's, anyone can see that. But he calmed down and said honestly, "Jen baby, your breasts are perfect."

"Yeah right," she said sarcastically. "Now you know why I'm punishing you. Why you're getting a ruined orgasm. Cause you looked."

"Jen ..."

She interrupted him by grabbing his balls. "Were you about to say that's not fair?" she asked, squeezing his balls, not so hard it hurt, but hard enough he noticed. "I'm a girl Michael. I'm your wife. I don't need to be fair."

Mike didn't say anything, sensing silence was the better part of valor with the safety of his balls literally in her hand. 

"Good boy," she said with a smile, taking his silence as acquiescence to his punishment. 

"Does this feel good?" she asked fisting his shaft and smoothly stroking him up and down, the oil making her hand feel like a tight pussy. 

"Yeah," he moaned his head rolling back.

"How about this?" she asked with a teasing smile. She stroked him up and down again, but she loosened her fist so now her palm and fingers barely made any contact with his shaft. 

"Jen ..." he said frustrated, again pushing his pelvis up trying to get more friction from her hand.

"Do that again and I won't touch you at all," she said taking her hand completely away.

"Okay, okay," he said giving in at once.




Consequences Pt. 03



She eyed him with a crooked smile. "Maybe you deserve some of my mouth. Would you like that?"

"Yes!" he said excitedly.

First she took a towel and wiped the oil away. Then she pulled her long blonde hair to the side and lowered her head. She took him into her mouth and he moaned as she licked and sucked him. But then she opened her lips, so while he was still in her mouth he couldn't feel anything but her hot breath.

"God Jen ..." he groaned frustrated.

"Didn't like that too much huh?" she asked with a teasing grin. "I'm enjoying this."

"Please Jen," he begged.

"You wanna cum?" she asked.

"God yeah."

"You want my pussy?"

"Yes!"

She tilted her head, as if considering. "I don't think so, not tonight," she said shaking her head.

"God you're a bitch," he groaned frustrated.

She giggled delightedly. She ran her nails lightly up his inner thighs, making him moan. Then she scraped her manicured nails lightly across the underside of his balls. 

"I like you hairless like this," she said. "I want you to keep yourself this way for me. I'm serious."

"Okay," he agreed panting. 

"Even though it makes your little thing look even smaller."

"Okay," he repeated, frowning now, not used to her talking so harshly about his small penis.

She smiled at him. "Don't worry, I love your little thing. I can hold all of it in my hand." To illustrate she poured more oil on his cock, then wrapped her hand around him. Just the head was visible over her fist.

"Your lovers are bigger than me?" he asked, his voice hoarse with excitement.

She laughed. "Baby, EVERY guy I've ever been with is bigger than you. Like Tom ... I'd hold him like this." She put one hand on top of the other, and opened her fists, as if she was holding Tom's long thick shaft. Mike's cock looked tiny inside that cavern.

"I'm the smallest?"

"You're way the smallest I've ever had Mike," she said truthfully.

"Do I satisfy you?"

"You do okay," she teased. She smiled. "Your tongue's freaking awesome."

"What about my cock?"

"Do I cum on your cock?" she said. "Is that what you're asking?"

"Yeah."

Jen lightly scrapped her nails down Mike's chest again, over his hips, and then down his inner thighs. He shuddered with pleasure at her touch. "You always ask me that," she said. "What do I always tell you?"

"You say I do make you cum on my cock," Mike said. "But sometimes I think you're lying."

"Hmmmm," she said, as if thinking. She wrapped her hand around his cock, slowly stroking him up and down. "I guess it's time to tell you a little secret." She lowered her head, her long blonde hair tickling his chest, her hand still stroking him. She whispered huskily into his ear, "Baby, I'm really good at faking orgasms." As she said this, she took her hand away.

"God Jen ..." Mike groaned, his cock jerking. But without any physically stimulation he didn't cum. 

She giggled at his frustration. He was sooo easy to tease. She was having a lot of fun.

They were silent for long moments. Jen stopped teasing him, letting him catch his breath. She didn't want him to have a heart attack or anything.

"Do you miss him?" Mike asked.

"Who?"

"Tom."

"I don't miss him," she said honestly. "I miss his cock I guess. I mean, not HIS cock. Any big cock. You know I'm a slut."

"You're not a slut baby," he assured her. "You're a goddess."

She gave him a lopsided grin. "It doesn't matter how sweet you are, you're not getting any tonight," she said with a giggle. 

His eyes glazed over with lust, Mike said "Tom is special though cause he got you pregnant."

"I guess so," Jen said. She gave him an ironic grin. "That turns you on so much. But it makes me feel so unsexy."

"That Tom got you pregnant?" Mike said not understanding.

"That I AM pregnant," Jen said. "It's hard to feel sexy when you're pregnant Mike. I mean, I feel big and fat already."

"Jen you're the sexiest girl alive!" Mike gushed. "Just look at yourself!"

She gave him a crooked grin. "I told you, you're not getting any tonight no matter how sweet you are." She looked at him seriously. "Will you be a good father Mike?" she asked. "And always love me?"

"Yes," he said without any hesitation.

She nodded studying him. He'd answered right. But he was in lust right now. It didn't count.

Not registering her anxiety, Mike said "Darren fucks the wives after he gets them pregnant."

"He told you that?" Jen asked. 

"Yeah," Mike said. "Some husbands are into that. It turns them on, for Darren and their wives to keep seeing each other."

"While she's pregnant, or after?"

"Both," Mike said.

"Is that what you want, for me to keep seeing Tom?" Jen asked.

"I'm not sure," Mike said, conflicted. "So ... do you want to hook up with Tom again?"

Jen remembered the guilt trip Tom had laid on her. "No," she said. She smiled. "I'd enjoy it, he's a great lover." Then she got serious again. "But I don't want to lead him on. You know?"

"Yeah, I get it," Mike said, part relieved, part disappointed. "You'd enjoy it though?"

"You're so bad," Jen laughed. "And so predictable." 

She got serious and looked into her husband's eyes. "So you want to keep playing the game, for real, with other people?" she asked.

"Yeah, I want to," Mike said.

"Even with this?" she said, pulling Mike's hands from above his head and putting them on her tummy. 

"Yeah," Mike said. "It really turns me on."

"Other guys fucking me, while I'm pregnant?" she said.

"Yeah," he groaned.

"God!" she giggled. "You -- Are -- So -- Bad!"

He grinned sheepishly, a mix of lust and embarrassment on his face. 

She grinned crookedly at him. "Put your hands back cucky, you still need punished," she said. After Mike put his hands back above his head, she went back to caressing his inner thighs and balls. Then she stroked his cock. "Close to cumming yet?"

"Yeah, just a little more," he moaned his eyes rolling back into his head.

"Now?" she giggled, opening her fist so he barely felt her hand.

"God Jen come on," he said frustrated. 

She laughed, but then closed her fist again. She stroked him up and down, the oil making her hand feel like a tight smooth pussy, like her pussy. She moved so she lay on her side, her feet pointing to his head. She ran her stockinged leg back and forth over Mike's chest. "Like that?" she asked, knowing he loved the feel of nylon.

"Yes!" Mike groaned.

Still stroking his dick, she changed the angle of her leg so now the tip of her sandaled toes ran along Mike's bicep as her knee rubbed across his chest. "Even better?" she asked.

"God yes!" Mike moaned so close to cumming.

Continuing to work him with her toes and knee, Jen stopped stroking him and instead lightly tickled his balls.

"Please Jen ..." he begged.

"Don't you dare let go," Jen warned, painfully jabbing his bicep with the stiletto of her high heels. 

She kept the knee/toe thing going, and then extended her index finger so she rubbed his sandbar as she continued to lightly tickle his balls.

"God!" Mike groaned his head rolling back, thrusting his pelvis up. But doing that didn't help because he was humping only air.

Jen took the opportunity to flick her manicured nail across Mike's puckered anus. "Ugh," he groaned as his body shuddered with unreleased pleasure. But he wasn't there yet.

Jen got on her knees. "Lift up," she said, and when he did she put a pillow under his ass. She made him spread his legs. "You really do look like a little boy," she playfully mocked looking at him, completely hairless from his cock down to his asshole. The lack of pubic hair made his thin 4 inch penis look even smaller. "Hope you don't have to shower in a gym anytime soon," she teased. "Or go to any nude beaches."

"Come on Jen," he pleaded.

She stroked him up and down. "You wanna cum, is that it?" she asked. Then before he could answer she released him, his hard cock swinging back and forth like a pendulum. "Oops," she said with a giggle.

"Jen, please," he groaned.

Jen put baby oil on her finger. She ran the finger across the underside of his balls, along his sandbar, and then to his puckered anus. He groaned and his back arched as she pushed her finger in.

"Oh, you like a finger up your ass?" she giggled delightedly. She pushed more of her finger up his ass. "Maybe I'll get a strap-on and fuck you." She remembered her recent fantasies. "Or maybe my next lover will fuck you up the ass." 

"Jen ..." he pleaded.

She pulled her finger from his anus. Then she lowered her head and flicked her tongue along his sandbar. As she licked his sensitive sandbar she took hold of his shaft and stroked him.

"God god god," he panted. She knew he was on the brink.

She lowered her head a little more. Then, for the second time ever, she licked his puckered asshole. She rolled her tongue over his anus as she stroked him.

"Fuck fuck!" he cried, arching his back. He was about to cum!

Suddenly Jen pulled away, denying him all physical stimulation. She watched gleefully as Mike's body lurched, his cock jerking wildly, ejaculating jets of his cum onto his chest and sheets. 

"God Jen," Mike groaned resignedly, having ejaculated but robbed of any pleasure or release. He was desperate for a real orgasm but now it would take a while before he could get hard again. She'd ruined his orgasm, on purpose.

"I'm a real bitch huh?" she said. She got up and straddled Mike's face, grinding her wet bare pussy lips across his mouth. "Lick me cucky, make me cum," she ordered. Torturing him with a ruined orgasm had gotten her hot.

"I'll ruin YOUR orgasm," Mike threatened.

"That's not how this works," she said, rubbing her pussy hard against his mouth. "Make me cum or I'll find someone else. How long do you think it would take to find a man to fuck me?"

It would take about 5 seconds, Mike knew. He ate her, doing his magic on her clit. She rode his face hard, her hands gripping his head, her back arching and her head rolling back in an intense glorious orgasm.

She collapsed onto the bed beside him. Eating her out had gotten him hard again. He got between her legs.

She squeezed her legs shut. "No way, you're being punished remember?"

"You're joking?" Mike said with a disbelieving look.

"Nope," she said dismissively. "And don't you dare beat off either. You can't cum until I say." 

"Time for bed," she said, turning off the light and rolling to her side. As she often did, she pulled his arm so he spooned her. His body pressed against hers, his chest against the stiff satin bustier, his thighs against her silky stockings, the top of his feet pinched by her stiletto heels. His cock was so hard, he was going fucking crazy!

Looking into the darkness, Jen pretended to sleep, but really she was holding back laughter. She loved teasing him!

Finally she decided he'd been punished enough. She reached back and took hold of his rock hard cock. "You wanna cum?" she whispered in the darkness.

"God yes!" he cried, relief in his voice.

She giggled. She turned on the light and then straddled his hips. "Want some pussy?" she giggled.

"YES!"

She giggled again. 

Mike ran his hands up the ribbing of the satin bustier. She pushed his hands away. "Nope. This belongs to Scott. You can't touch it." She reached back and undid the strings, and then took it off.

She reached down to guide him into her, but he stopped her. "Wait," he said.

"What?"

"Have you worn it for Scott? Since the video?"

"Oh, so now we're talking about Scott?" she teased.

"Have you?"

"No," she said. Then she gave him a mischievous smile. "I've thought about it though."

"Really?" he said excitedly.

"Why, do you want me to fuck Scott now?" she said with a laugh.

"I watch the video a lot," he admitted.

"Really?" she said with a raised eyebrow.

"Yeah," Mike admitted.

"You know, Scott says he made the video because he knew it would turn you on," Jen said.

Mike paused, then said "I can't stand him, but maybe he's telling the truth on that one."

Jen rolled her eyes, but it was mostly playful. "Do you really want me to fuck a man you hate?"

"... I don't know," Mike said after a pause.

Jen gave Mike a lopsided grin. Then she reached down and guided him into her pussy. She knew he wouldn't last long. As she moved up and down on him, she leaned over so their lips almost touched. Looking deep into his eyes, she said "Here's something you better know, mister. I'm the sexiest girl you'll ever meet. No one will ever make your fantasies come true like me."

"I know that Jen!" he cried, his hips buckling. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her down into a kiss, and his body jerked violently as he had a massive orgasm.

After they both recovered, Jen rolled to her side and Mike spooned her. She'd taken off the sexy lingerie and was wearing his college t-shirt and VS cotton panties. With their lust sated, Jen's anxieties reappeared. But she didn't know what else to say to him. He didn't seem to get it.

She felt him kiss the back of her neck. "Baby, I swear I'll be a good father and husband," Mike said in the darkness. "I'll love you both forever. I will. I swear to god." 

Jen smiled. She hugged his arm tighter. Feeling content, she felt asleep snuggled in his arms.



Consequences Pt. 04



Author's note: Wanted to remind everyone this is a cuckold story. So people who bemoan Mike acting like a cuckold, when I'm telling you it's a cuckold story... well ... okay, whatever. Next point. Just to let you know, Mike and Jen NEVER grow out of their fantasies. This whole series is about exploring how Mike and Jen's fantasies affect their lives and marriage. It's not about how they outgrow their fantasies -- that never happens. So if you're rooting for that, I hope this note helps you decide whether to continue reading. Last point, and I guess this is a warning. This story, Consequences, is gonna explore some really extreme cuckold themes. The whole Jen pregnant by another guy thing, and Mike getting turned on by it? That's the central theme of this story. So if this offends or bothers you, well ... you've been warned. 

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"Hey, Jen?" a young man said knocking on her office door.

Jen looked up from her computer. "Hi," she said. She sorta recognized him, but didn't.

"I'm Alec, over at IT," he said walking over. "I installed your new computer about a month ago."

"Oh, okay, thanks," Jen said. 

"We pushed a software update to your computer this morning," he said. "I wanted to make sure it installed correctly."

"Oh, okay, sure," Jen said, moving to stand up to give him room to work.

"You don't need to move," he said, quickly moving to her side of the desk. "This will only take a minute." He moved close, so they almost touched. As he worked the mouse, Jen couldn't help noticing how good looking he was. He smelled good too. 

"Everything looks good," he said. Rather than leaving, he leaned against her desk. "I heard about your Google score. Really cool, congrats."

"Thanks," she said. She was surprised at his familiarity. "Um ... Have we met before?"

"Last year's Christmas party," he said grinning. "You can really dance."

"Oh yeah," she said smiling. Now she remembered him. "Sorry, I'm terrible with names."

"Me too," he laughed. Then he looked into her eyes. "You're hard to forget though."

"Oh, thanks," she said looking down demurely and brushing her hair behind her ear. Sitting, she was eye level with his crotched. She stole a glance. He fit his jeans really well, and he looked to have a nice package. 

"You really are a great dancer," he admired.

She smiled modestly. "I minored in dance at Penn State." Then she added, motioning to her computer, "Um ... anything else?"

"Already tired of me?" he teased with a laugh.

"No it's just --."

"I'm just kidding, I know you need to get back to work," he said moving off her desk. "Are you going to happy hour tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think so," Jen said.

"Cool, I'll see you there," Alec said with a big smile. He extended his hand. "Great to see you again Jen."

"Yeah, you too Alec," she said moving her hand to his. He took her hand. He was a big guy, so her hand disappeared in his. He held her hand for a few moments too long. 

Finally he let her hand go and moved to the door. "See you tomorrow," he said smiling.

"Oh my god, he just hit on me," Jen thought. He'd been incredibly forward, and improper. But she couldn't help smiling. 

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At home after dinner Jen and I sat on the sofa. She kicked off her heels and put her feet in my lap. "A guy from IT hit on me today," she said with a giggle. 

I took her foot in my hand. She has the prettiest feet, slim, an elegant arch, and cute toes. I used my thumbs to rub her sole, down her arch and below her toes. "Who is he?" I asked.

"That feels good," she said closing her eyes. "He's Alec somebody. Manager of our IT department. I guess I danced with him at last Christmas party."

"Older?" I asked.

"A little," she said her eyes closed. "About your age I guess."

"You're so sexy babe," I said grinning at her. "He's just another guy who wants in your pants."

"Yeah right," she said with a skeptical laugh. 

"A lot of guys've hit on you lately," I said. Jen was a beauty so she was constantly being hit up on, but lately it had been more than usual, especially at work.

"I know right?" she said, opening her eyes and tilting her head. "What's up with that? Maybe I'm sending out pheromones or something cause I'm pregnant."

I grinned. "That might happen BEFORE you're pregnant ..."

"You're just a math geek, how would you know?" she teased, jabbing her toe into my side. 

"You know what I think?" I said. "Guys know you're available."

"What do you mean?"

"Word's spread you broke it off with Tom," I said grinning. "Other guys are talking their shot."

"Their turn with the office slut?" Jen said bemoaning herself.

"Come on honey," I said. "You always say that. But you're not. You're just a really sensual woman."

She gave me a lopsided grin. "Helps to have a perverted husband too, huh?" she joked with a giggle. She looked at me with a sparkle in her eye. "Do you really think that's it?"

I nodded. "You don't seem to mind," I said grinning.

She shrugged as if saying she didn't care, but I could tell she did care. Finally she smiled and admitted, "It makes me feel sexy. I haven't felt that way since, you know ..."

I leaned over. I lifted her blouse and kissed her still flat stomach. 

"Thanks baby," she said caressing my head.

"Have you felt the baby move yet?" I asked rubbing her tummy.

"That'll be a while, I'm only a few weeks," she said with a laugh, but not in a mean way.

I leaned back and she put her feet in my lap again. "Hey you're coming to my happy hour tomorrow right?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," I said, massaging her other foot. I pretended to think. "I might need to work late." 

It was a lie. I didn't like hanging out with her work friends. They were the "Populars," the Beautiful People looking like they just stepped out of a GQ or Vogue magazine cover. I didn't fit in with that crowd. 

And, Jen's affairs were a well-known secret at her work. She'd gotten over people whispering and gossiping behind her back. As for me, her affairs turned me on. But it put me in an awkward position at her work functions. It was embarrassing, all her co-workers knowing she was fucking other guys behind my back. 

"Come on," she said poking my chest with her toe. "We'll stay for just a little while. Then we'll go to dinner. Just us."

"I'll meet you at the restaurant," I suggested.

"Come on party poop," she said. She ran her foot up my chest, to my face, pressing her toes against my cheek. My pulse quickened feeling the silk of her nylons. 

Then she curled her toes so the thin nylon seam running across her toes scraped across my cheek. "You'll have fun, I promise," she said, smiling at me, knowing exactly how to tease me.

Later that night in bed I watched her undress. "Leave the stockings on okay?" I said as she took off her dress.

"You're so predictable," she said with a laugh. 

"You look good in this," I said running my fingertips along the intricate lace of her garter belt. "When did you start wearing garter belts?"

"Just wanted to feel sexy," she said. She giggled, "I knew you wouldn't mind." 

"You're always sexy baby," I said.

"You're only saying that because you're my husband," she said, the typical thing wives always say.

I went down on her and made her cum. Then I got on top of her. I lasted a good 10, 15 minutes. But I couldn't get her to cum again.

She saw my disappointment. "You'd already made me cum once baby, I couldn't cum again so fast," she said gently. But I'd often seen her cum multiple times with her lovers.

She took off the lingerie and put on my old frat t-shirt. It always made me feel good to see her wearing that, and she almost always wore it to sleep. She put on cotton VS panties too, going more for comfort than sexiness when she slept. She also put on fluffy pink socks because her feet got cold at night.

To me, this was the real Jen. Not the sexpot who wore slinky dresses, mini-skirts, seamed stockings and stiletto heels. That was the Jen the rest of the world saw, the Jen her lovers knew. 

This was my Jen, the one I had all to myself. The sweet girl with innocent blue eyes who grew up a toy boy watching college football, who wore my old t-shirt and cute fluffy socks to bed. I shared the sexpot Jen with other men. I kept the real Jen all to myself.

She rolled to her side and I spooned her. I couldn't sleep though. I wondered if Jen missed having a lover. It hadn't been too long ago when she was hooking up with Tom two or three times a week. 

Just the other day I'd told her I wanted to keep playing the game. Nothing turned me on more than seeing her with other men. But each time it was like a kick in the gut too, especially when she got attached to her lover. 

"Are you awake baby?" she said in the darkness.

"Yeah," I said kissing the back of her head.

As if reading my mind she said, "You know the other night? Did you mean it when you said you wanted to keep playing the game?"

"I think so," I said.

She turned to look at me. "Just think so?" she asked.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

She paused, then said "Only if you want to." She reached down and felt my crotch. I was hard. She reached in and wrapped her hands around my cock.

"I was wondering if you missed having a boyfriend," I joked.

"That's not it," she said, slowly stroking me. "I know you like it when there's an emotional connection. But that's not what I'm looking for."

"Take this off," I said, and she raised her arms as I took off the t-shirt. I leaned down and kissed and sucked her nipples. 

"Feels good," she purred.

I kissed her lips. "You like the emotional connection too," I said cupping her breasts.

"Yeah, but ... it's more like I can't have a physical thing without an emotional thing," she explained. "But that's not what I'm looking for."

"What then?" I said with a laugh. "A big cock?"

"Mike, come on," she said in a soft voice, leaning into me so I hugged her. "I feel slutty enough already."

"Sorry," I said immediately, hugging and kissing her. "Baby, you know you're my goddess." I kissed her again. "Then what is it?"

She paused. Then she said "I want to feel sexy."

"God Jen, you're the sexiest girl alive!" I gushed.

"I know you think so," she said with a giggle. "But I need to feel it. Like today when Alec hit on me. It made me feel sexy. And it gets you hot, and that makes me feel more sexy."

"I think I get it," I said, kissing her softly on the lips. "Have someone in mind?"

"Maybe," she said, reaching back into my shorts and stroking me again. 

"Scott?" I asked. Her soft hand felt really good.

She raised an eyebrow. "You'd really be okay with that?" she said stroking me harder. 

Honestly, I wasn't sure. But the idea turned me on. I put it back on her, asking, "Do you want to hook up with him again?"

She got between my legs and pulled off my shorts. Holding my cock, she licked the underside of my shaft. Then she took me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times. Then she looked at me over my cockhead. "I think you want me too," she said.

"Do you want to?" I pressed.

After a moment she admitted, "Maybe. He's a great lover. Allie can't get enough of him." She grinned at me. "Maybe we'll do another threesome." She took me into her mouth again, bobbing up and down.

"I'd like to see that," I said excitedly. I'd love to see Allie's body again. I had mixed feelings about her as a person, but her body was incredible. I'd loved to see her with Jen again, and to see Scott fuck them both with his big cock.

"I bet you would," Jen said taking me out of her mouth. Her lips were wet. Stroking my cock with one hand, she reached her other into her panties and rubbed herself. "Maybe I'll get a tattoo for Scott. He'd love that."

"Jen ..." I moaned. 

"I know you hate tattoos. But if you give me to Scott again he'd insist I get one." She stroked me faster. 

I couldn't breathe. I felt about to explode.

"What do you think of that Mike? Are you sure you want to give me to Scott again?" she said. I could tell she was rubbing herself furiously, even as she beat me off. "He'd mark my body forever with a tattoo. Like branding me. I'd belong to him Mike."

"Oh fuck!" I cried, my body convulsing in an orgasm. Moments later Jen came too, moaning and her body shuddering.

Later as we calmed down, Jen snuggled into my arms and giggled. "God we have the wildest fantasies!" she said delightedly.

"Yeah," I said laughing back. 

I wanted to ask if it was real, or all just pillow talk. She wouldn't get a tattoo without asking me. I was sure of that. But what about everything else? Was she really considering getting together with Scott again?

She read my mind. She put a finger to my lips, stopping my unspoken question. "Let's see what happens, okay?" She kissed me, then rolled over. I spooned her, and we fell asleep. 

I arrived late to the happy hour. I spotted her immediately. It was always easy to find my wife -- just look for the biggest cluster of guys.

I paused before joining the party. They had dress down Fridays at her office, so she was dressed casually. Her jeans were so tight they looked painted on -- I think they call them jeggings. They really showed off her great ass and shapely legs. She wore a trim tailored white blouse and black stiletto heels. Her long legs seemed to go on forever in the high heels. With her long blonde hair and bubbly, pretty face, she looked achingly beautiful. How could she think she wasn't hot? But she'd always been kind of insecure, now more so because of the pregnancy.

She was being her normal social butterfly self, laughing and talking to everyone. I approached and she saw me. "Fashionably late, as usual," she said with a crooked grin. 

She kissed me hello and squeezed my hand. We chatted with people around us. She wasn't drinking of course. When people asked, she said she had a little headache so was just hanging. 

Then she was off mingling with other people. That's how she was, my social butterfly. I chatted with a few people, keeping my eye on her. 

At one point I saw her talking with Scott. She has this way of giving you all her attention, like you're the only person in the world. That's how she was treating him. Looking into his eyes, laughing at his jokes, touching his hands and arms as they spoke. It took me back to when they dated. Back then, if the three of us were together, I always felt like a third wheel. 

After a while I was standing by myself, alone. I didn't know anyone well. I saw Allie and she saw me, but we didn't talk. We put up with each other because of Jen, but by unspoken agreement we avoided each other whenever possible. 

Jen didn't look at me, her attentions focused on Scott. I eventually drifted off, feeling hurt and jealous, but aroused too. I went to the bar and ordered a scotch. I'd almost finished it when I felt her hand on my arm. She leaned into me. "Hey you," she said. "Here's where you disappeared to."

"How's Scott?" I asked.

"Freaking awesome," she said smiling. The she saw the cloud over my face. "You said I could, right?" she asked. 

"I didn't think it'd happen so fast," I said.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked. She leaned in closer, so our bodies touched. She felt my erection and knew my answer. "Are you almost ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be back in a little bit," she said.

"How long?"

She looked at my almost empty glass. She caught the bartender's eye. Giving him a smile, she lightly tapped the rim of my glass with her finger. The bartender immediately refilled my glass, grinning at her. She smiled thanks at the bartender, then said to me "I'll be back before you finish this," she promised, giving me a peek on the cheek.

Was she going to invite Scott to our place? I was heady with excitement. Anxious too. It's not like Scott and I were on the best of terms. But my lust was overwhelming my good sense. 

To my surprise, Jen didn't go back to Scott. Instead, she walked up to a guy I didn't know. He was part of a different group, not Jen's Populars. I could tell he was her type though. Tall and good looking, broad shouldered. He radiated charm and confidence. 

They talked and laughed a while, then disappeared into the back bar. That embarrassed me, my wife disappearing with another man, her co-workers glancing over at me. She was gone for over ten minutes. I was starting to get worried when she reappeared. She was alone. "Ready Freddie?" she said hugging my arm. We said our goodbyes and left.

"I thought you wanted to hook up with Scott?" I said, part relieved, part disappointed.

"Can't make it easy for him," she said flippantly. 

Waiting for a taxi, I asked "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

"I'm not really hungry," she said. 

I looked at her. For the first time I noticed her heavy lidded eyes, her flushed cheeks. She had her cum face on.

"Who was that guy?" I asked.

"Alec," she said. "The guy from IT? I told you about him."

"What did you do in the back bar?" I asked, remembering it was dark back there and had a lot of nooks, offering a lot of privacy. I looked from Jen's face to her chest. My heart stopped. "Baby, you missed a button," I said. The second button was inside the third button hole. "How far did he get with you?" I asked excitedly, fixing her blouse.

"Not too far," Jen said. Far enough to unbutton her blouse, I thought. My cock was so hard it hurt.

"He works fast," I said. "You only met him yesterday."

"He's transferring to our London office," she said.

"When?" I said surprised.

"He leaves tomorrow," Jen said. "We talked a lot today." She fiddled with the buttons of my shirt. "I told him about us. A little anyway."

That surprised me. But then, he was leaving tomorrow, so it had to be tonight. "What'd he say?"

"He thinks it's cool. Demented but cool." she said with a giggle, still playing with my shirt. "He's nice. I like him."

I had to make a snap decision. My little head was definitely controlling my big head at this point. "Do you want to invite him over?"

"I already did," she said looking a little guilty. "I said I had to check with you though."

"You want him?" I asked.

She nodded. "He's really cute. I like him." She looked up at me expectantly.

"Okay," I said with a nod. "How will we do this?"

"He's waiting. I just need to text him." She reached into her purse for her iPhone. "It was better to leave separately anyway. We can taxi home together."

Jen sat between me and Alec in the taxi. It was awkward for all 3 of us. He and I talked across her about his new job in London. He was talking over as IT manager there. He seemed like an okay guy.

At home I got everyone drinks. Alec a beer, and wine for me and Jen. We sat on the sofa, Jen between us. The awkwardness continued. I realized why. With her other lovers, she knew them really well before things got physical. But she'd only really met Alec yesterday. She didn't know how to start.

I put my arm around her. She leaned into me and looked up into my eyes. I lowered my head and kissed her. We made out right next to Alec.

She put her arms around me as we kissed. I moved my hand between our bodies and cupped her breast. I was tempted to unbutton her blouse. But I wanted to see Alec undress her.

I felt her body stiffen. I looked over her shoulder and saw Alec had moved close. He was kissing her neck and fondling her ass.

I pulled away. Jen turned, and then she was kissing Alec.

I moved to the chair to give them more room, and also have a better place to watch. From her cheeks I could tell his tongue was in her mouth. His hands had replaced mine on her breasts.

They kissed for long minutes, finally pulling away. Both were gasping. He unbuttoned her blouse. Then he reached under her and expertly unsnapped her bra. He pushed the bra up, revealing her small perfect breasts. "I've wanted to see these for a long time," he said gazing at her perky tits.




Consequences Pt. 04



Then he remembered I was there, looking my way. He looked wary and unsure.

Jen tenderly took his head in her hands and turned his face to look at her. "He's okay with this," she assured him. He looked at me.

"Yeah, it's okay," I said nodding to him.

He nodded back. Jen put her arms around his neck and pulled him down. She closed her eyes and moaned as he took her nipple into his mouth.

They moved to our bedroom. Jen helped him undress. He had a lean muscular body and an impressive cock. 

She got on the bed and he worked on her jeans. They were so tight it took some effort but he eventually got them off, as well as her thong panties. "God you've got a great body!" he gushed looking her up and down.

"So do you mister," she said running her hands over his well-defined chest. She guided him to lie on his back. She got between his legs, talking his shaft in her hand. She was on her knees on the bed, holding his cock. She looked over at me. I was still standing. "Sit there baby," she said pointing. I moved the chair closer and sat down.

She moved her long blonde hair aside, and then went down on him. He was big. She bopped on the top of his cock while stroking his shaft with her hands. My mind flashed back to London, where I watched Stacy go down on Darren. Stacy easily went down on Darren, deep throating him even, like a porn star.

Jen wasn't nearly as skilled with Alec, who was big but not as big as Darren. That's not to say she didn't give good head. But with Jen, I think a big part of the excitement for a guy was watching her really pretty, sweet face bobbing on your cock. Stacy was cute, but Jen was way prettier and her blonde hair and blue eyes gave her an innocent air.

Jen let Alec's cock fall from her mouth. Her lips and hands were wet with saliva and Alec's precum. Still slowly stroking his cock, she looked at me. 

She let him go and walked over to me. On the way she stepped back into her black high heels. She straddled my lap. "Having fun?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said my heart pounding. 

"My hands are all sticky," she said with a giggle, spreading her fingers wide.

"You can wipe your hands on my shirt," I said. 

She smiled and wiped her hands on my button down shirt. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I could taste Alec's muskiness as we kissed and tongued each other.

"Take off your clothes," she said, unbuttoning my shirt. She saw the alarm in my eyes. I didn't want Alec to see my shaved cock and balls. Reading my mind, she whispered "You can leave your boxers on."

She helped me take off my shirt. Then I stood and took off my pants and socks. 

She got back on the bed. Alec was sitting up. She straddled his lap and smiled into his face. "Miss me?" she said. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed.

They made out like that for a while, kissing and touch. They made out a long time as I stood there in just my shorts, watching. 

Then she whispered something into his ear. He whispered something back. They giggled and whispered back and forth, like familiar lovers, like I wasn't there. I felt the familiar pangs of jealousy, of being ignored, of being a third wheel. 

I moved to leave. Sometimes it got too intense for me, I needed a break. I'd leave them alone a while to regroup. But Jen turned to me and said "Where you going Mike?" She wore an impish smile. She patted the edge of the bed. "Sit here," she said.

I sat, so close I could touch her. They kissed and petted again, and then Alec moved her to her back. He kissed down her body, worshipping her breasts and tonguing her belly button. He licked her clit a little, but didn't spend much time there. He moved down and she opened her legs for him. 

The thought of condom flashed through my mind. It was an automatic reaction.

Alec read my mind. "I'm clean man, I swear," he said. He looked at Jen. "You're on birth control, right?"

Jen looked at me, allowing me to make the decision.

I nodded to Alec, and he grinned appreciatively.

He pressed his cockhead between her pussy lips. I watched Jen's face as he pushed into her. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth made a small O as he penetrated her. 

I heard him gasp, "God you're tight!" He leaned down on his elbows and kissed her as he pushed more of his cock in. 

"You feel really good!" Jen gushed looking into his eyes.

"Your pussy feels incredible!" he gushed back.

He started moving back and forth, fucking her. They kissed for a while, then he leaned back panting with excitement. He put her long legs on his shoulders and sweat formed on his forehead as he fucked her harder and faster.

He fucked her that way for long minutes. Then they paused, both of them gasping. He let her legs fall from his shoulders. Her legs were open for him, his cock inside her, the stilettos of her high heels digging into the mattress. He started fucking her again, taking long slow strokes.

I'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand inside my shorts, stoking myself as I watched them fuck. All her attention was on him, and the wonderful things her new lover was doing to her body.

She looked at me. "Kiss me baby," she said reaching for me. 

I leaned in to kiss her lips. But she took my head, stopping me.

"No, I want you to kiss me down there," she said, pushing my head towards her pussy where Alec was slowly long stroking her.

I resisted. I looked at Alec. He gave me a whatever look. I looked back at my wife.

She pushed my head towards her pussy again. "Lick my clit while Alec fucks me Mike," she insisted.

Her hands pushed my shoulders down towards her pussy, where Alec was fucking her with his big thick cock. I resisted again. Then I gave into it.

I lowered my head and licked the side of Jen's clit away from Alec. Jen moaned at the first touch of my touch on her clit. "God that feels sooo good!" she groaned.

Alec fucked Jen harder and faster. She pushed my head further down. "Harder Mike, harder!" she urged me. When I resisted she cried irritably, "Mike come on do it!"

I let her move my head closer to Alex. Now I was licking the top of her clit. My licks were tentative, just the tip of my tongue, trying to keep my distance from Alec's shaft moving in and out of her pussy.

Jen grabbed my hair and pressed my head down against her pussy. "God Mike, harder, come on, lick me harder!" she insisted.

My face was smashed against her pussy. I licked harder now, with the flat of my tongue. I felt Alec's six pack press against my cheek on each powerful inward thrust. Worst, I was licking her so hard, his long thick cock slid over the flat of my tongue as he moved back and forth.

"Yeah, yeah, like that, yeah," Jen said like a chant. I glanced sideways and saw she'd risen on her elbows and was looking at me licking her. I was horrified knowing she could see Alec's cock sliding over my tongue as he moved in and out of her. It was like I was licking him!

I was about to pull away. She seemed to read my mind though. She said, "Keep doing that Mike, just like that, I'm almost there, don't you dare stop!"

I kept licking her. Inside I tried to convince myself, "I'm licking my wife's clit, not Alec's cock," even as his cock slid back and forth over my tongue.

Alec fucked her harder and faster. Even as he pounded her Jen stayed on her elbows, watching me lick her pussy. 

Then the worst thing happened. 

I think it was an accident. I don't think Alec meant to do it. But it was bad. 

On an outward thrust, his cock fell out of Jen's pussy. He slammed forward without realizing it. His slick cock grazed off her pussy lips, brushed over her clit, and hit my tongue.

And entered my mouth.

Three things happened almost instantaneously. 

I pulled back, repulsed, anxiously looking at Jen to see if she'd seen.

Alec pulled back, as horrified as me.

And Jen exploded in an orgasm.

Both Alec and I watched as her body shuddered and convulsed. My tongue and his cock were gone from her pussy, so she frantically rubbed herself to finish off her orgasm.

We watched as she panted to catch her breath, her hand slowing down until she was just slowly rubbing gentle circles over her clit.

"Sorry dude," Alec said to me. 

My head was spinning. What had just happened? Had Jen seen his cock in my mouth? What did she think of me? 

I needed to be with her, alone. I needed to talk to her. I needed to know. Did she still respect me as a man?

But before I could say anything, Alec moved forward and pushed back into her pussy. They started fucking again.

Jen looked at me. She read my mind. "We're almost done Mike," she said. "Wait outside, okay? I'll come and get you."

I left the bedroom and walked to the family room. Staggered really. I listlessly sat on the sofa. I was still in my shorts. They felt wet, so I looked down. I'd cum without even touching myself.

I'd left the bedroom door open. I could easily hear their sounds of fucking. Alec had good stamina, lasting a long time. I was pretty sure I heard Jen cum again. Finally, after about 20 minutes of hard fucking, Alex grunted and came.

Jen called me, so I went into the bedroom. She was in the bed, under the covers. Alec was up putting on his pants. "I told Alec he could spend the night, is that okay?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said still feeling numb.

"Your wife is fucking awesome!" Alex said to me with a big appreciative grin. He gave me a knuckle butt as he left for our guest room. He closed the door on his way out.

Jen held up the covers for me. "Come here baby," she said.

I got in next to her. The room reeked of sex and the sheets were wet. Reading my mind, she said "I can change the sheets."

"That's okay," I said. I couldn't wait for that, I needed her in my arms. I reached for her and she snuggled into my arms.

"So ..." she prompted.

"He seems like a nice guy," I said.

"Yeah, he's nice, I like him," she said. "Sorry I didn't warn you. When he told me he was leaving for London tomorrow, he seemed perfect."

"Perfect?"

"Yeah," Jen said. "You know, for a hook up. I can't exactly screw guys I work with."

"What about Scott and Tom?"

"They're different," she said. "Scott's a director like me. And Tom's a contractor."

"Okay," I said dubiously. I didn't see her logic. But sometimes Jen had her own way of looking at things. "Have fun?"

"Um ... yeah!" she giggled, rolling her eyes. "I thought it might be weird. You know, being pregnant ..."

"Yeah, I get it," I said my hands moving to her tummy. "It was okay?"

"Yeah," she said. "It made me feel naughty ... and sexy." She saw the cloud over my face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I lied.

"I know what's wrong. Sorry Mike. You haven't cum yet." She reached into my shorts. Then she felt the wetness. "Oh, you did already," she giggled.

I was hard again, and she stroked me. "What did you like most tonight?" She giggled. "Your pregnant wife acting like a slut?"

"You're not a slut Jen," I assured her. I ran my hands over her tummy again. "To be honest, while you guys were fucking I wasn't thinking about you being pregnant."

"I'm not showing yet," she said.

"Yeah."

"So what got you so excited?" she asked. "You came in your shorts." She looked at me with a knowing smile.

"Jen ... did you see --."

"His cock in your mouth? Yeah, I saw it." She kissed me. "It's okay baby. It was hot."

"Jen, I'm not gay," I said distressed.

"I know you're not baby," she assured me. "I'm not a lesbian either, but you liked me with Allie and Keri."

"It's different with guys," I insisted.

"Yeah right," she said rolling her eyes. "Did you like it?" she asked.

"No!" I said immediately.

She giggled. "That's what made it hot."

"Jen ..." I said still distressed.

She pulled off my shorts and straddled my lap, guiding me into her. She felt loose and wet. Reading my mind she said "He came a lot." She rocked up and down on me.

Despite its looseness her pussy felt incredible. But I was still bothered. We needed to talk about this. I said "Jen --" but she cut me off with a finger to my lips.

"I don't think less of you, if that's what you're worried about," she assured me. "You know how you have wild fantasies?" she asked her rocking becoming more urgent, leaning into me so my cock rubbed against her clit. "I do too."

"You want me to do it with a guy?" I asked horrified.

"No," she said. This talk was getting her excited. She had her cum face on again. 

"Then what?"

"I want to keep playing the game," she said excitedly. "It makes me feel sexy!" 

Her eyes were sparkling. She added, "And I want you to be my cucky." She kissed me to take any sting out of it.

"Your cuckold?" I said, shocked. 

"Yeah, it gets me so hot! I can't explain why but it does!" she said rocking me harder, close to an orgasm. She added in a mocking tone, "You already are you know. I'm pregnant with another man's baby." Her breathing had become labored. "I fucked another man on our wedding night Mike. You've been my cucky for a while. I know that turns you on."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. "I know it does," she breathed hotly in my ear. "Admit it, you love being my cuckold."

We came, both of us at the same time. Then we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies intertwined. Eventually we untangled. She put on my old frat t-shirt, VS panties and fluffy cotton socks, and I put on boxers. Then she snuggled back into my arms, inviting me to hold her. I put my arms around her. She nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck and fell asleep. 

I couldn't sleep though. I stared off into the darkness for a long time.



Consequences Pt. 05



Scott walked into Jen's office. "Hey Jen," he said.

Jen was studying spreadsheets. She briefly looked away from her Mac. "What's up?" she said distracted, her attention returning to the computer screen.

"Fun happy hour, huh?" he said, smiling.

She froze. Did Scott know about Alec? How could he know? Did Alec say something?

She wasn't really concerned about it getting out. Sexually harassment went the other way. But she might get her hand slapped by Johnny, her boss, and that was never fun.

Then she looked at Scott's face, his confident charming smile. He wasn't talking about Alec, or any other guy. She realized why Scott was here and relaxed. Ok, I've got this, she thought to herself.

"Yeah, it was really fun," she said, getting up. She walked around her desk and sat on the sofa, leaning back and crossing her legs. 

Scott looked her up and down. She looked just as good as ever. Smiling, he closed the door and sat next to her on the sofa.

She raised her eyebrow when he closed her door, but she didn't stop him. "So what's up?" she asked.

"It was good talking to you at the happy hour," he said. "We haven't talked like that in a while."

"Don't read too much into it," she laughed. "We flirted a little. So?"

"It was just fun talking to you, like we used to," he said grinning. "I missed that."

She didn't return his compliment. But didn't tell him to get out either. Encouraged, he put his hand on her knee. "So I hear you dumped Tom." 

Jen pushed his hand off. "So now you think I'm going to jump back into bed with you?" she said with a laugh. "You remember the video, right?"

"Mike's not still mad about that, is he?" Scott said grinning. "Come on, it was just fun. I'll talk to him, tell him I'm sorry."

"It doesn't matter if Mike is still mad or not," Jen said. "I'm still mad. Anyway, you and Allie are still a thing, right?"

"Allie's Allie," he said dismissively. "Look, we'll both be in Vegas next weekend, right? Let's hang out, just buds, like we used to."

"Just buds huh?" she said with a lopsided grin. "Not sure about that. Mike might be there with me."

"That's perfect!" Scott said enthusiastically. "I'll be able to apologize to him about the video." He ran his fingertip up her shapely calf and gave her a mischievous smile. "We can get together. I'll talk to Allie, she's always ready to party. Give Mike a show. He'll love it, you know he would." He added with a laugh, "No video this time I promise."

He put his hand on her knee again. "How about it?" he asked with a grin.

"I guess I'll ask Mike," she said. She didn't push his hand away this time. 

He leaned closer, caressing her knee and then moving to her thigh. "Have I told you how great your legs are?"

"I think you have," Jen laughed. "Allie's are too."

"Not like yours," Scott said, his hand creeping up her thigh. "Don't get me wrong, Allie's hot. But nothing like you. I've really missed you Jen."

"Scott, listen," she said putting her hands over his as he touched the bottom of her skirt. "You heard what happened with Tom?"

"I talked to him," Scott said with an unconcerned shrug. "I'm not like Tom, I'm not gonna ask you to leave Mike. Shit, he's rich, why would you leave him for me? He's a nice guy too. I'm an ass." Tom laughed. "I get why you love him. But come on ... I can give you things he can't. We have a lot in common, we always had a great time together. Let's go back to those fun times."

He scooted closer on the sofa and moved his hand under her skirt. 

She frowned but she didn't stop him. "Seriously Scott?" she said.

As he moved up her thigh her skirt hiked up. Her lacy stocking tops came into view, and then the bare skin above her stockings. He ran his fingers along the straps of her garter belt. "This is new," he said. "When'd you start wearing garter belts?"

"Like I'm gonna tell you," she said with a laugh. 

But she didn't push his hands away, and he noticed that. He put his hands on her hips, as if trying to get her to rise up so he could push her skirt up around her waist.

"What are you thinking, fuck me right here?" she asked pushing her skirt back down.

"Why not? We've done it on this sofa. Your desk too," he said with a lecherous grin. "But right now I just wanna look." He playfully pushed her hands away, then pushed her skirt back up so almost her panties came into view.

"Oh right, you just want to look. At what?" she said, giggling as they played tug of war with her skirt.

"I wanna see if you've kept yourself bare for me," he said with another lecherous grin.

Jen abruptly stood up, pushing her skirt down. "If I'm bare it's for Mike," she scolded him, but she had a smile on her face. "You better go Scott," she said pointing at her door.

"You can't make me go out like this!" he joked, pointing to the tent in his pants.

"Here!" Jen laughed, throwing a file folder at him. "Now go!" she said laughing again.

A little later Allie walked in. She gave Jen an update on her projects. They made a good team. Jen was really creative; she came up with new ideas and strategies. Allie was good at the details, so she made Jen's ideas work. Jen was technically the boss, but they were at the same level and made the same salary, and they covered the over's back.

As Allie finished her report, Jen said "So what's up with you and Scott?"

"Scott?" Allie said with a shrug. "I don't know. We hook up sometimes. Why?"

"He wants to hook up with me in Vegas," Jen said.

"That's no surprise, he always talks about getting back together with you," Allie said uncaringly. She laughed. "I'd be jealous if I thought of him as anything more than a fuck toy."

"You don't see him as much anymore?" Jen asked.

"Whenever," she said shrugging uncaringly. "Don't get me wrong, he's a great fuck ... but that's pretty much it. Honestly I'm getting kinda bored with being Miss Party Girl all the time. I mean, I'm almost 27 ..."

"Really?" Jen said amazed. Allie had always been happy-go-lucky. "You're thinking of getting married? Anyone in mind?"

"I don't know," Allie said. She grinned at Jen. "Maybe someday I'll find my own bubble boy."

That night, Jen sat sideways on the sofa and put her feet in Mike's lap. "You know I've gotta go to Vegas next week?" she said as he rubbed her feet. "Why don't you come along? It'll be fun. My meetings usually end early. We can go to shows, nice dinners, maybe gamble a little."

Mike frowned. Her team would be there, the Populars. Having to spend a whole weekend with them did not sound like fun. Also, things were busy with Sapphire. 

Jen saw he was hedging. She wanted him to come, to spend time together. She decided to play her ace card. "Scott hit on me today."

He looked at her his cock instantly getting hard. "What happened?" he asked.

"He tried to get under my skirt," she said playfully pressing her toe into his erection.

"How far did you let him get?" Mike asked excitedly.

"I had meetings all day Mike, I couldn't exactly fuck him," she said with playful sarcasm.

"Nothing happened?" he said disappointed.

"Well ... remember way back you told me never wear a garter belt for him?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said.

"That rule's broken!" she giggled, lifting her skirt until her garter belt came into view. 

Mike sucked in air. "You wore this for him?" he asked excitedly.

She hadn't, but ... she smiled and ran her stockinged foot along his cheek. "Come to Vegas baby," she urged him. "Scott'll be there. Come on, it'll be fun."

******************

Keri and Jim met us at the McCarran Airport. Jim shook my hand and Keri gave me a hug. "I'm so happy to see you again," Keri said as she hugged me hello.

We rode in their limo the short drive from McCarran to the Venetian. They offered their penthouse to us, but Jen politely declined. She said she needed space to prepare for their meetings. I was relieved to stay in our own hotel room. I liked Jim and Keri, but staying with them in their penthouse meant playing with them every night.

I had mixed feelings about that. Watching Jen with Jim and Keri had been hot, but a repeat didn't appeal to me. Keri was hot and I appreciated her beauty, but my fantasies revolved around Jen and other guys. Jim, frankly, was too much like me to push my cuckold buttons. I think Jen sensed my ambivalence and never brought up the idea of hooking up with Jim and Keri.

Jen's team arrived around the same time. Allie and Scott were there of course, Jen's top lieutenants. So was Calvin, her other lieutenant who handled online video. Of all Jen's co-workers, I probably got along with Calvin the best. 

Calvin didn't invite Tom to this meeting. I wondered if he did that because he'd heard I'd be there. Whatever the reason I was grateful, it would've been awkward if Tom had been there. 

Jen had brought another dozen members of her team. This was a major Google meeting, their first "all-hands" status and strategy meeting since launch.

I expected Jen to work and party hard, like she'd done at other Vegas meetings. She certainly worked hard, from early morning to after dark. But she didn't party. Instead she stayed with me at night. 

The rest of her team partied hard every night, Scott and Allie being the ringleaders. Often the Google team joined them. But Jen never even suggested going out with them, other than a before dinner drink a couple of times.

Instead, Jen and I went to some shows and great restaurants, played a little slots. A lot of quality time together. "I told you you'd have fun," she said at one point hugging my arm. She was right, I was having a great time.

The meetings ended Friday. They were an unqualified success. Jen was relieved and ecstatic. Everyone was going out to celebrate. "You made this happen, baby. We should go out with everyone and celebrate," I insisted to Jen. 

******************

Later at Tao, Keri hooked her arm in Jen's. "Mike, you won't mind if I steal your pretty wife?" she said giving Mike a big smile. 

Keri led Jen to Tao's balcony with the breathtaking view of the Strip. "You've been working so hard we've barely talked," Keri said. "Great meeting by the way, your team's doing a wonderful job. You're doing a wonderful job."

"Thanks!" Jen said gratefully.

Keri eyed her young protégé and her empty hands. "You're not drinking?" she asked with an inquisitive look.

"Keri, I'm pregnant," Jen admitted.

"I knew something was up!" Keri said happily, hugging Jen. "I'm so happy for you and Mike!"

"It's not Mike's," Jen whispered. "Tom's."

"Oh," Keri said her smile disappearing. "Oh." After a moment, she said "Is Mike -."

"He's okay with it," Jen said. "But now you see why I've been paying a lot attention to him."

"Yeah, I get it," Keri said. "Are you still seeing Tom?"

"No," Jen shook her head. "It got kinda ugly at the end. He doesn't know about the baby."

Keri nodded, understanding. She gave Jen a concerned look. "You and Mike are really okay?"

"Yeah," Jen said nodding. "We've actually closer than ever." She pulled Keri to a more isolated spot on the crowded balcony. "It's kinda wild," she said grinning excitedly. "We're ... exploring things."

Keri raised an intrigued eyebrow. "You're still playing your game?"

"Yeah," Jen said smiling delightedly. "Just the other day ... it's more exciting now than ever."

"Wow," Keri said amazed. "You two are really something." She gave Jen a mischievous smile. "This IS Sin City. Planning anything?"

Jen returned her friend's smile. "Now that you mention it – I wanted to ask a favor." She whispered her plans to Keri. 

Keri grinned. "I think I can make that happen," she said with a giggle.

Returning from the balcony Jen looked for Mike in the crowd. He was nowhere to be seen. Knowing him he probably found a quiet spot for a scotch. 

Jen felt a hand on her arm. Turning she saw it was Scott.

"Hey sexy," Scott said grinning. He looked at her empty hands. "Not drinking?" He moved closer, into her personal space.

"Pacing myself," Jen said. She smiled into his eyes. "Party's just getting started right?"

"Right," he agreed grinning, moving even closer. "So ... wanna get together tonight?"

"Remember that henna tattoo I got?" Jen asked abruptly changing the subject. 

Scott rolled with it. "Yeah, made your ass look great," he said with a lecherous grin.

"My ass doesn't always look great?" she teased, batting her eyelashes.

"Let me check," Scott said moving still closer until his chest pressed against her breasts. He reached around and squeezed her ass. "Feels like I remember, but I'd have to see you naked to make sure."

Jen pulled away from his groping hand. "You're bad!" she said laughing. She hooked her arm in his. "Come on."

"Where're we going?" Scott asked with a delighted smile.

"You wanna see my ass don't you?" Jen said giving him a teasing smile.

******************

I was sipping my scotch when Jen approached holding Scott's arm. My breath caught seeing them like that, walking arm-in-arm, Jen looking into his eyes as she laughed and flirted with him. "They're starting up again," I thought to myself. I felt dread, but a lot of excitement too.

"Look who I found," Jen said to Mike her arm still in Scott's.

"Hey bro," Scott said cheerfully. "Sorry about that video man. I can be a real ass sometimes. I was just having some fun, nothing personal."

"Give me a sec with Mike, okay?" Jen said to Scott. She took my arm and led me to an alcove off the lobby.

"I'm Jenny tonight," she whispered to me.

"What?" 

She seductively ran a finger down my chest. "When we're playing the game, I'm Jenny. Like back in college. You remember how slutty I was back then?"

"Jen --." 

She put a finger to my lips. "Jenny," she corrected me. "You know what you are when I'm Jenny?" She whispered in my ear, "You're my cucky."

She ran her finger down my chest again, this time more reassuring than seductive. "You might not like everything that happens. You might get upset." She gave me a smile and squeezed my hand. "If it gets too intense for you, call me Jen."

"Jen versus Jenny?" I said doubtfully. "Kinda confusing."

"You're a smart guy, you can handle it," she said with a wry grin. She took my arm and we walked back to Scott.

We got in a taxi and headed west of the Strip. "Where we going?" I asked.

It was like my heart stopped when she said "Remember we talked about tattoos?"

We got out in a seedy part of town. Tattoo parlors lined both sides of the street. Bad Apple Tattoo, Desert Ink, Diversity, Polynesian, Club Tattoo, 3 Lions. Many of them looked rough and even unsanitary. 

Scott seemed to read my mind. He pointed to an official looking certification sticker on the window of one parlor, Pussykat Tattoo, that looked particularly seedy. "If it's been certified then it's safe, no matter how it looks from the outside," he explained. His endorsement didn't exactly put my mind at ease.

We entered a place called the Voodoo Parlor. A black guy sat behind the counter. He looked Jen up and down and smiled. "Getting a tat?"

Jen smiled back and nodded. "On my back," she said.

"Tramp stamp huh?" the black guy said. We followed him into the back room. He handed Jen a book full of tattoo designs.

Jen put the book on a table. She was between me and Scott, the black guy on the other side of the table. As she flipped the pages, she and Scott talked about the designs. "What do you think of this one?" and "Do you think this is too much?" 

I felt jealous, like a third wheel. This was her body, and she was MY wife. She should be talking this over with me, not Scott!

Jen sensed my annoyance. She said "Sorry baby, it's just Scott knows a lot more about tattoos than you."

"Don't worry bro, I'll make sure she picks a good one," he said punching my arm.

Jen turned the page and looked at me, trying to involve me in her decision. "What do you think of this one baby?" she asked.

"Looks okay," I said with an annoyed shrug. She was acting like she'd already decided to get one. I thought we were still talking about it. 

"Not the right size, it won't fit you," Scott said like he was an expert. 

My annoyance grew when the black man agreed with Scott. "He's right," the black man said. 

"How can you tell?" Jen asked.

The design was like a stencil. The black man took it out of the plastic page and handed it to Jen.

"I'll show you," Scott said, taking the design from Jen's hand. Clearly he'd done this before. "Raise your blouse," he said.

Without even looking at me for permission, Jen pulled her blouse from her skirt and raised it a few inches. He gently pushed her down so her elbows were on the table. Then he laid the design on her lower back. "Mirror?" he said to the black man.

There was already a standing mirror on the table. The black man handed Scott another mirror, and he held it so Jen could see the stencil by looking into the table mirror. "Oh yeah," she said, seeing what they were talking about. I saw it too. The design looked fine in the book. But it was clearly too big on Jen given her slim waist.

Jen moved to rise up but Scott put his hand on her back. "Just a minute," he said. Jen stayed bent over with her elbows on the table, her tight ass sticking out. I didn't like the way he was ordering her around, and I liked it less that she was doing what he said without even a glance at me.

Scott flipped through the book and picked out another tattoo design. He laid it on her lower back. "See?" he said.

"Oh yeah, that's a lot better," Jen said looking into mirror, agreeing with him.

"You can tell better if you pull down your skirt some," Scott said. When Jen hesitated, he grinned into the mirror and said "You said you'd show me your ass." 

"Jerk," she said smiling into his eyes. The black man and Scott shared a grin.

Still bent over, Jen reached back and unzipped her skirt. She pulled the tight skirt down. When she put her elbows back on the table, half her ass was in view, her pink lacy thong wedged in between her firm ass cheeks.

Scott moved the black stencil until it was just above the swell of her ass, just above the T of the pink thong. "That's hot," Scott said, but he wasn't talking about just the tattoo.

The black man moved around the table, wanting a better view of Jen's ass. And it was an incredible view. Jen bent over, her skirt low on her hips, most of her firm ass on display, her long shapely legs looking even longer in high heels. 

"Yeah, that's nice," the black man said his eyes wide with excitement. He adjusted the stencil, taking his time, letting his fingertips trail over Jen's bare skin as he did so.

Jen hadn't spoken to me or even looked my way while all this was happening. It was like she'd forgotten I was there. Finally she looked my way. "What do you think Mike?" she asked me.

The black man looked surprised. Clearly he thought Jen and Scott were together and I was a tag along. At that moment I felt like a tag along. But I was incredibly excited too, my heart pounding. Not trusting my voice cracking, I just nodded.

"Told you I'd take good care of her," Scott said caressing Jen's lower back around the stencil.

Jen looked at him in the mirror caressing her. She didn't tell him to stop touching her. "You picked a good one, just like last time," she said, referring to that other time in Vegas. Emboldened, Scott moved his hand lower until his fingers were caressing between her butt cheeks. Still Jen didn't stop him. I watched her cheeks flush and her eyes glaze over. She definitely had her cum face on.

The black man was enjoying the show – it wasn't the first time he saw shit like this, it was Vegas after all – but he had a business to run. He got out the needles and jet black ink. "So we're doing this?" he said moving towards Jen.





Consequences Pt. 05



"Mike?" Jen asked, looking at me wearing her cum face.

I thought of Jen getting inked. Her perfect body getting permanently marked with a jet black tattoo. A tattoo Scott picked for her, not me. She'd think of him whenever she looked at it. Branded by him.

I didn't' know what to say. "Jen --." 

"Jen?" she asked me.

" ... Jenny," I corrected. 

She gave me a wry smile as if saying "good boy." Then she looked back at the black man. "I'm not sure if this is the one I want," she said to him. "Can you do a henna, so I can try it out?"

The black man grinned. "Sure," he said. He had a lot of customers who chickened out at the last second.

Scott looked disappointed. I mostly felt relief. 

I watched as the black man applied the henna tattoo. It took only a few minutes. Afterwards, he whispered something into Jen's ear. She smiled and nodded her head.

"What did he say?" I asked Jen after we left the parlor. She was holding my arm and Scott's as we walked down the street.

"He gave me the henna for free," Jen said.

"He'll probably ink you for free too if you blow him," Scott said laughing.

Jen smiled at me an interested look on her face. I didn't say anything.

We taxied back to the Venetian. Again Jen sat between us. She laughed and flirted with Scott the entire trip back. Again I felt like a third wheel.

When we arrived Jen said, "Give me a sec alone with Scott, okay?" Feeling like an impotent third wheel, I left the taxi and waited in the lobby.

She followed me a few minutes later. To my surprise, she was alone. 

"Where's Scott?" I asked confused. When she shrugged, I said "I thought he wanted to hook up?"

"He wanted to, but I already had a date tonight," Jen said, taking my arm and leading me to the V Bar. 

"What's going on Jen? I mean, Jenny?"

She smiled at me. "You're getting it."

At the V Bar, Jim (Keri's husband) greeted us. I looked around. "Where's Keri?" I asked.

"She's with friends," Jim said. Then his smile turned into a concerned look. "Are you okay with this Mike?" 

I realized then that Jim was Jen's date. Just Jim, not Keri too. "Yeah, sure," I stammered.

Jen gave me a sideways smile. Then she took my arm and Jim's and we went up to our room.

My head spun. A moment ago we were with Scott in the tattoo parlor. Now we were in our room with Jim. I was smart enough to know Jen was playing with me, keeping me off balance. Well, she was doing a really good job! I was relieved to be with Jim instead of Scott. It might not be as exciting with Jim, but it wasn't as threatening either.

I poured ice water for Jen, and a scotch for me and Jim. He didn't question that Jen wasn't drinking. I suspected Jen had told Keri she was pregnant, who'd told her husband. I was fine with that, Keri and Jim were our friends.

We sat around and chit chatted. I waited for Jim to make a move, but he didn't. I realized he was nervous. Despite his success in business, he was shy around girls, especially really pretty girls like Jen. If Keri had been there, she'd start the ball rolling. But Jim didn't feel comfortable being the initiator. It struck me how much alike we were, both of us geeks who happened to marry really pretty girls.

I thought I'd have to start things, like with Alec. But Jen took control. She put down her wine glass and then Jim's tumbler. She stood in front of him as he sat on the edge of the bed. Grinning into his eyes, she hiked up her skirt and then straddled his lap. She wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hey Jim," she whispered, their lips almost touching.

"Hi Jen," he said back. And then they were kissing.

Jen undressed him. Like me, he didn't have a beach body. His cock was a little bigger than mine, but just by a little. 

He eagerly undressed her leaving her in just garter belt, stockings and high heels. "God your body is amazing!" he gushed feeling her everywhere. He'd wanted Jen again after that first threesome with Keri. Jen's young petite tight body was so different from his wife's.

I was surprised Jen was so into him. She liked young men with hard bodies and big cocks. Jim wasn't any of that. But she was excited, she definitely had her cum face on. 

Jen looked at me. "Sit there Mike," she said motioning at a sofa at the foot of the bed. "Take off your clothes." I took off my clothes and then sat down, leaving my boxers on as I'd done with Alec, not wanting Jim to see my hairless cock and balls. 

Jim got between Jen's legs. "Do I have to wear a condom?" he asked.

Jen didn't hesitate, shaking her head no.

He leaned down. He lowered his voice but I could hear him. "Are you really pregnant? By another man? God that's so hot!"

Jim moved to enter Jen but she stopped him. "I want it another way, okay?" she said. She turned around onto her knees and elbows. She looked over her shoulder and smiled seductively. "Fuck my ass Jim."

His eyes grew wide, looking like he'd just won the lottery. My eyes grew just as wide! Jen hated anal! 

Jen must have planned this because there was a bottle of KY on the side table. Jim reached for it and he lubed Jen's ass and his cock.

"Oh god!" Jim gasped as he entered her. Jen grimaced at the penetration, even though he wasn't long or thick. Jim got balls deep after a few moments and then began ass fucking her. "This feels incredible!" he gushed his eyes on her tight ass and tramp stamp. 

"God yeah," Jen moaned. With one hand she was rubbing her clit as the older man fucked her ass from behind.

They were both getting into it, both of them panting. Then Jen said "wait, wait." Jim stopped.

Jen moved forward, his cock falling out of her. "Lay down," she said and Jim got on his back. Then Jen straddled his hips reverse cowgirl, facing his feet. She reached back and guided his cock back into her ass, then began moving up and down on him.

Jen looked into my eyes as she rode Jim's cock. "He's fucking my ass Mike," she said. "It feels good," she breathed. Then she taunted me, saying "When was the last time I let you in my ass Mike?"

I didn't say anything but we both knew. We'd never done anal! I'd tried a few times but she said she didn't like it.

She gave me a taunting smile. She was my wife. We'd been together for years. Yet here she was letting Jim do something she'd never done with me. I reached into my boxers and rubbed myself.

She smiled seeing me playing with myself. "Take them off and come here," she told me. When I hesitated she said in a stern voice "take them off Mike."

I hesitantly took off my boxers, feeling embarrassed about my shaven cock, and how the lack of pubic hair made my cock look even smaller. Jim looked at my shaved cock and balls but didn't say anything.

I got on the bed, on my knees facing Jen to the side of Jim's legs. Her cheeks were flushed and she was panting, moving up and down on Jim's cock. His hands cupped her tits, fondling her and squeezing her nipples.

"Come here," she said pulling me to her and we kissed. 

Jim moved his hands away and my hands immediately replaced his on her tits, and then I lowered my head and took her nipple into my mouth. Jen moaned and rolled her head back.

"Wait, wait," Jen said gasping, pushing me away. She leaned back so she lay on Jim's chest. From my angle I could clearly see Jim's cock up her ass. She began moving again on Jim's cock, and he moved too, matching the movements of her hips. 

She looked at me with glazed eyes. "Lick me Mike," she said.

From the time with Alec I'd known she was going to ask me to do that. Without hesitation I lowered my head and went down on her. Almost immediately she put her hands on my head, moaning and clutching my hair. My chin was close to Jim's cock moving in and out of her ass, but from my angle I never got close to touching it.

Jen was soon buckling, moaning and pulling hair. Then she exploded into an orgasm, her body convulsing so violently I had a hard time keeping my lips on her pussy.

I held her hand while she recovered from her orgasm, her eyes closed and Jim's cock still in her ass. Finally she opened her eyes. "Baby, can you get me a wet towel?" she asked.

I got her one from the bathroom. She got off Jim and cleaned his cock. Then she got back on top, this time facing him, and this time putting him inside her pussy. His hands immediately went to her small breasts. She rocked up and down on him, squeezing her pussy around his cock, and soon he came. She kissed and cuddled him for a few minutes, and then he left.

Jen reached for me and I got into bed. "Jenny ..." I began, but she stopped me.

"I think I'm Jen again," she said. 

"Okay," I said. "Good."

"Not too crazy this time, right?" she said.

"I thought you were going to hook up with Scott."

"I already had a date with Jim," Jen explained. "I set it up earlier with Keri." She saw the frown on my face. "Are you okay?"

"You're my cucky, I don't need to ask you," she said, smiling to take the sting out of her words. "You have the safe word. You can use it if it gets too intense. Okay?"

"So ... this is the game we're playing now?" I asked hesitantly.

She nodded. "I like it," she said with an impish smile. "I think you like it too."

"I'm not sure," I said, laughing uncomfortably.

She studied me for a few moments. "Let me ask you something, and you have to tell the truth," she said a knowing smile on her pretty face. "Are you disappointed it was Jim and not Scott?"

She'd been stroking me as we spoke. She knew my answer as my cock jerked in her hand.

She smiled knowingly. "I thought so."

"Jen," I began wanting to discuss the limits of this new game.

She read my mind and stopped me with a finger to my lips. "Talking about it will ruin it," she said. "I get you, I know what turns you on. Trust me baby okay?"

She gave me a crooked grin. "I think this needs taking care of," she said giving my hard cock a soft squeeze. 

"You let Jim fuck your ass," I said bitterly.

"That wasn't me, it was Jenny," she said. 

I didn't completely get this Jen and Jenny thing. Although it was comforting somehow. At that moment I wanted my wife, my Jen, not Jenny. "Okay," I said relenting.

"Okay then" she said softly, as if that issue was decided. She kissed me and got on top. She guided me inside her pussy. Unlike with Jim it wasn't a fast fuck. We took our time, kissing and touching, making love. After cumming we hugged for a long time, then I spooned her as we both fell asleep.

We'd previously decided to stay the weekend in Vegas. Keri and Jim invited us to their penthouse for breakfast. When we arrived, we saw Allie and Scott were there. Byron (Keri's 27 year old aide) and his new wife Sonya were there too. Sonya was the youngest there, only 23. She was a fresh faced pretty brunette with big breasts.

"What's the plan today?" Scott said. "Feel like hitting the casinos?"

Allie said "I feel like relaxing. How does pool time sound?" Everyone nodded agreement. 

"Venus at Caesars is topless," Scott said grinning lecherously at the girls.

The girls laughed rolling their eyes. "Of course you would say that Scott," Allie said with a playful mocking tone.

Jim and Byron looked interested too, not just Scott. And to be honest I wouldn't mind seeing Keri, Allie and Sonya topless. Jen would be topless too, but that didn't bother me really. After all, every guy there had not only seen Jen completely nude, but also been intimate with her. Seeing the other girls topless would even the score some.

Jen looked at me, as if reading my mind. "You'd enjoy that, wouldn't you?" she said with a not-too-friendly smile. She could be intensely jealous, and she seemed peeved I'd want to see the other girls topless. "Really?" I thought annoyed. After all the freedom I gave her? All I wanted to do was look. She knew I had no desire to be with any girl other than her, that wasn't my fantasy.

We went to our room to change into our bathing suits. She went into the bathroom. A few moments later she emerged wearing a pink string bikini. She put on a cover-up, which was essentially a really short sundress. Then she picked up two pairs of shoes. "High heels or flats?" she asked me.

I wanted to say high heels, but I knew that would be over the top at a pool. I shrugged and said "flats I guess."

She put on the flats but then threw the high heels into her bag. "Just in case, you know Allie," she said to me.

In the lobby we saw that Allie was indeed wearing high heels with her cover-up. Keri was too. "I knew it," Jen laughed. She quickly put on her high heels to match her friends.

"I feel under dressed," Sonya whined playfully. She was wearing flip flops. She ran back upstairs. When she got back she was wearing stiletto heels like the other three girls.

Venus at Caesars Palace was opulent bordering on tacky. But I guess that was the point. It was expensive tacky though. The pool was so crowded we had to pay to get 8 lounge chairs together, and that cost a bottle service charge of $8000! Jim and I fought over the bill and eventually agreed to split it. The others let us, knowing he and I both had way more money than we could spend in a lifetime. The beefy cabana boys and attractive cabana girls quickly returned with buckets of ice, bottles of liquor and mixers, and assorted glassware (actually plastic stuff that looked like glass). Scott, always the life of the party, immediately made Sex on the Beach shots for everyone to christen the day ahead of us. Scott egged us on to do another round for good measure.

Despite being a topless pool only a few women were topless. To no one's surprise, Allie was the first in our group to take off her top. She laughed seeing all the guys (including me) gawk at her. I preferred girls with small breasts, like Jen. I liked the slim petite ballerina look, and the way small breasts made a girl look innocent and younger. But there was no denying Allie's big full breasts were magnificent. Even Scott who saw them all the time as one of her regular fuck buddies couldn't keep his eyes off them.

Keri was next, followed close behind by Sonya. Theirs were nice too. Not as glorious as Allie's maybe, but still incredible. All 3 girls had big natural tits. Allie's stood firm and proud. Keri's sagged a little, but then she was 40 years old. Sonya's were firm like Allie's, which I guess made sense since at 23 she was the youngest girl there. Her nipples and areolas were bigger than normal. I knew some guys liked that, but I didn't really. So in my head, I rated the 3 busty girls Allie, Keri and then Sonya.

I suddenly noticed Jen staring at me, and I realized I'd been gawking at Allie, Keri and Sonya. So were the other guys, but they didn't have an intensely jealous wife like me. 

"You're ranking them aren't you?" she said in a low voice. She was really good at reading my mind. She wore a smile but there was no humor in her eyes. "So where do I rank Michael?" she asked sharply.

"You're perfect baby, you're always number one," I said honestly.

"Yeah right," she said dismissively. 

We'd been speaking softly so only we could hear. Everyone's eyes turned to Jen, it was her turn. Scott, Jim and Byron wore eager smiles. With a barely noticeably "whatever" shrug, she undid the strings around her neck and back and carelessly dropped the bikini top onto the pool deck.

Unlike how the other girls acted when they exposed themselves, proudly playing up their big tits for the men, Jen looked away at people in the pool, as if not caring what people thought of her chest. She'd always been really insecure about her small breasts. But despite her insecurities, her breasts were perfect, soft and round with perky nipples, and they perfectly fit her slim petite body. With her pretty innocent face, long blonde hair, flat stomach, tight ass, and shapely legs that went on forever, she was easily the most desirable girl at the pool.

To be fair, other guys might say Allie was the sexiest. I guess it depended if you were into leggy sweet blondes or curvy devilish brunettes. No doubt though, Jen and Allie were the prettiest girls there (as usual).

Jen turned onto her stomach. The reaction was immediate. "When did you get that?" Allie said pointing at her new tattoo, on her lower back just above her bikini bottom. Everyone turned to look at her very nice ass.

"Last night," she said. "It's a henna."

"Oh," Allie said. "Like last time." She shared a smile with Scott.

"Yeah," Jen said. She looked into my eyes. "Scott helped me pick this one out too." 

I realized everyone there knew about the video; had seen it or lived through it. Maybe not Sonya, but Bryon had probably told her. They all glanced at me. I tried not to blush. I wondered what I was doing there, they all knew too much about me and Jen, about my demented desires.

Byron handed me a beer and I gratefully took it, drinking almost all of it in a single chug. I tried not to notice people looking at me. I lay on my stomach too, not wanting them to see my hard-on.

Jen seemed to be drifting off. The sun and alcohol were making me sleepy too, and I fell asleep.

I woke up groggy, hearing water splashing and hypnotic trance music playing in the background. My iPhone said 3pm. I'd slept for hours. 

I was alone among our lounge chairs. In the distance I saw Keri and Jim with Sonya and Bryon in the pool. Allie was holding court with a group of buff guys on the other side of the pool. All 3 girls were still topless and attracting a lot of attention. Where were Jen and Scott?

I thought I heard his voice over by the bar. I got up, noticing then my back was sticky with suntan lotion. I guess Jen had put some on me so I wouldn't burn.

Scott and Jen were indeed at the bar. They were laughing and flirting, being touchy-feely, Jen treating him the way she used to, laughing at all his jokes, hanging on his every word. I felt sick, threatened, jealous – but aroused too.

Like the other girls Jen was still topless, and she was attracting a lot of male attention. Mostly lustful stares though, since Jen seemed so clearly into Scott. 

Jen's legs were crossed on the bar stool, and she still wore the high heels. I'd thought them too much for the pool, but other girls wore high heels with their bikinis too. Vegas I guessed. Jen wore them the best though. She truly did have the world's best legs, long and shapely, and toned from so many years of dance.

As they spoke, Jen sometimes flirtingly dug the pointy toe of her high heel into Scott's calf, or the spiky heel into the top of his bare foot. All play of course. She was such a tease, and knew how to get into a guy's head. 

Scott was talking full advantage of the green light she was giving him. He had his hand on her knee as they spoke. More than once, his other hand brushed across her naked breasts as they laughed.

I felt my erection stir and knew I had to sit down soon to avoid everyone seeing.

Jen was so into talking to Scott that it took a moment for her to notice me as I approached. "Hey you," she said with a smile. "Have a good nap?"

I nodded. I noticed her shift slightly towards me, away from Scott. Before they were sitting so close their legs almost touched. I quickly sat to hide my growing erection. "Having lunch?" I asked hoping my erection would calm down by talking about mundane stuff.

"Yeah, are you hungry?" she said feeding me a french fry. 

Scott looked annoyed I had interrupted their flirting and casual petting. The last thing he wanted was to see Jen paying attention to me. "I'm gonna hit the pool," he said getting up.

"See ya later," she said.

"You don't have to sit here while I eat," I told her after a moment. Over her shoulder I watched Scott dive into the pool.

She followed my eyes. "You really were disappointed I didn't hook up with Scott yesterday, huh?" she said. She saw the excitement in my eyes, and the hesitation. "You're so funny," she said smiling. 




Consequences Pt. 05



"I saw him touching you," I whispered.

She nodded. "He's been touching me constantly. I'm soaking right now." She gave me an inquisitive smile. "Were you really sleeping? Or pretending so he could get me alone?"

It was my turn to smile. "Really sleeping, but that's a good idea," I said and we both laughed.

"Soooo ... are you Jen or Jenny right now?" I asked with an excited grin.

She smiled back. "You want me to be Jenny don't you?" 

I nodded yes.

"You're so predictable!" she said with a laugh. "Okay, but don't say I didn't warn you," she said sliding off the stool. As she passed she gave my hard cock a quick squeeze, a little too hard. "If I see you looking at Allie's boobs again I'll have to hurt you," she teasingly threatened.

Jen dove into the pool, leaving her high heels by the side. She was instantly surrounded by guys, but they were discouraged away when she swam up to Scott. They laughed and played in the pool for almost 30 minutes. For a lot of that time their hands were under water, out of my view. I wondered how much petting they were doing.

I went back to our lounge chairs. Keri, Jim, Sonya and Byron were already there, mixing drinks. Allie was there too, and she'd brought along two new guys, Hunter and Kevin. She didn't seem to mind at all Scott was paying all his attention to Jen.

Jen and Scott finally joined us. They were wet, having just gotten out of the pool. They were still laughing and joking around, their arms almost touching, playfully bumping into each other as they approached us. Jen's high heels dangled from her two fingers as she walked.

Everyone glanced at me as they approached. They all knew the story. Knew how close Jen had gotten to Scott before, knew how threatened and upset I'd gotten. I glanced at Allie. She was looking at me, shaking her head and practically rolling her eyes, as if saying "you're giving Scott another chance with Jen, how stupid can you be?"

I handed Jen a towel. "Thanks baby," she said, putting the towel on the lounger next to me and laying down. Scott quickly claimed the lounger next to her, so she was sitting between us. Byron and Allie's new friends Hunter and Kevin played bartender and made pitchers of margaritas and cosmos. They passed out drinks and soon everyone was talking and laughing.

"You're not drinking?" I heard Scott say. 

"Feeling kinda dehydrated," Jen said, sipping a water bottle. I wondered how long Jen could avoid letting on she was pregnant.

The cabana boys and girls restocked our bar and brought munchies (I signed the check for $15,000!). 

I looked over at Jen. She was laying on her front on her elbows, her face turned to look at Scott. They were smiling and talking, like a couple enjoying the last rays of the sun. In fact, I'm sure the new guys Hunter and Kevin thought they were the couple, not Jen and me, since she'd been with him all day and hardly with me at all. 

As they talked, Scott's hand was on Jen's ass. Not her ass, but her lower back. His fingers traced the jet black swirls of her new henna tattoo. He wasn't fondling her, not really. It was more the familiar touch of a boyfriend with his girlfriend, as they enjoyed being together. 

At one point, Jen abruptly turned her head towards me. She looked into my face, as if studying me, as if waiting. I realized she was giving me a chance to say our safe word. But I didn't. She turned back to Scott as if nothing had happened.

Jen's attentions weren't solely on Scott. She was too much of a social butterfly for that. I saw her talking and laughing with Allie, Hunter and Kevin. For the first time I really looked at Allie's new friends. Hunter had dark complexion and hair and Kevin was blonde but both were cut from the same "Beautiful People" mode, tall and handsome, toned muscular bodies. It was something seeing the 2 beautiful girls hanging out so casually with Hunter and Kevin despite being topless, wearing only bikini bottoms and high heels, as if that was the most natural thing in the world.

I felt tipsy as cabana boys and girls continuously refilled my glass from their bottomless pitchers of margaritas and cosmos. At some point they'd taken over for Byron and Allie's new friends.

The crowd started clustering around our space. I wasn't surprised, not with our group having the 2 best looking girls (and 2 other girls who were quite attractive), especially since all were topless. The cabana boys and girls noticed this and quickly put up a burgundy velvet privacy rope around our area. I guess we rated since we'd spent so much. 

I felt a hand on my back and turned. It was Jen. "Hi baby," she said smiling at me. "Wild party huh?" She tapped the rim of my glass with her finger. "Don't drink too much or you'll miss out on all the fun." Then she did her social butterfly thing again and was gone. I decided to take Jen's advice and slowed down the drinking.

As darkness fell low intensity lanterns in varying colors came on. Red, yellow, orange, like a Hawaiian luau. Though, they did little more than create shadows between umbrellas and palm trees. A DJ arrived replacing the hypnotic trance music with the beat of high energy dance music. The combined effect was to turn Venus from an opulent pool to an ultra-trendy dance club. 

To my surprise, Scott took off his bathing suit. I thought I was seeing things in the low light, but then Byron took off his. I thought the bouncers were going to throw us out, but then I saw other guys taking off their suits, and girls taking off their tops and bottoms. I realized Venus wasn't just topless, but allowed full European nudity!

As the drinks flowed, Keri and Sonya took off their bottoms. So did Jim. We weren't the only ones. Looking around, about half the crowd was nude. 

Hunter and Kevin took off their trunks. After egging her, Allie took off her bottoms, laughingly flipping them into the air. 

My eyes sought out Jen and Scott. He was laughing and egging her on to take off her bottoms. She was laughing back and shaking her head. 

In the middle of a laugh she turned her head and locked eyes with me. All I'd have to do is say "Jen." She was 15 feet away but she'd hear me. Just "Jen" and this would all be over, she'd be all mine again.

My voice caught in my throat, from excitement and alcohol. I hesitated too long. She turned back to Scott.

He kept laughing and egging her on. Finally she hooked her thumbs in the bottoms. Although she still looked at Scott, she turned her body slightly so I could see her front. Then she pulled the bottoms down, bending over to pull them all the way down her long legs. In her high heels she stepped out of them.

In the bent over position I couldn't see her front. But my eyes grew wide as she rose up. She'd shaved off her landing strip! She was completely bare!

Time seemed to stop. My sweet pretty wife, completely nude, in front of not just Scott but a whole pool of guys. It seemed like the crowd had been waiting for the pretty, leggy blonde to take it all off as there was a momentary hush as every guy clustered around the velvet rope stopped to check out my wife. The men in our group -- Byron, Hunter and Kevin, and Jim – ogled Jen too. 

Unlike Allie who'd delightedly shouted her nakedness to the world, Jen looked shy and demure, to the extent that was possible standing completely nude in just high heels. Her demeanor just added to her sexuality.

Jen's completely bare pussy meant something special to me and Scott. After all, Allie kept herself completely bare too, as did Keri and a lot of the other girls prancing naked around the pool. 

But last night Jen still had her tiny landing strip. Today she didn't. She'd shaven herself for Scott. I knew it.

He knew it too. He moved close and whispered into her ear, his fingers trailing down her flat stomach. His fingers stopped short of her pussy -- bouncers WERE throwing people out who got too intimate. But his fingertips ran circles over her soft skin where the landing strip had been.

I imagined him saying "You shaved yourself bare for me, didn't you? Just like you're getting a tat for me. I knew you couldn't resist me."

I couldn't take my eyes off Scott with my wife. They were surrounded by people, but it was like they were the only people in the world. Standing close to each other looking into the other's eyes, talking and flirting, Jen completely nude except for high heels, Scott caressing her like she belonged to him. 

My cock was so hard it hurt. Seeing them together was exhilarating. But it was hard to watch too. I felt incredibly jealous and hurt. Suddenly I wanted to end the game. I wanted my wife back!

There was a commotion on the other side of the pool. I looked over. Just some horse play. When I looked back, Jen and Scott were gone. 

Where were they? I panicked. I needed to stop this! I'd changed my mind. I didn't want Jen to start up with Scott again! 

I frantically searched through the crowd for them. But I couldn't find them. The pool was crowded and dark. They might be in a dark alcove, or they might have gone back up to his room. I was upset Jen hadn't come to get me. But then, she'd given me multiple chances to use the safe word and I hadn't. I couldn't really blame her for what they might be doing now. 

I was beginning to resign myself that I wouldn't see her until much later tonight or even tomorrow morning when I felt a hand on my arm. I turned.

It was Jen. "Here you are wandering around," she said smiling. "Checking out all the pretty girls?" She was wearing her cover-up. 

"I was looking for you," I said feeling annoyed and relieved.

"Just getting our stuff." Our bag was around her arm. She smiled as I took it from her. "Ready to go?" she asked.

We left Venus and entered Caesars Palace, walking through the casino (like all Vegas hotels, you had to go through the casino to get anywhere). Every male head turned as we passed. The short sundress showed off a lot of Jen's perfect legs, clicking along in her high heels. 

It was clear she hadn't put her top back on either. There were no strings tied around her neck, and the thin material of the bodice molded around her braless breasts, dented by her hard nipples.

I brushed the back of my hand across her hip. I didn't feel a string. She hadn't put her bottoms on either. 

"Is Scott meeting us?" I asked.

"Nope," she said. 

I felt a mixture of disappointment and relief. Mostly relief though. I guess the heart ache of their past relationship was still too fresh for me.

"So where are we going?" I asked. 

"Back to the Venetian," she said. "There's a party ..."

"Who's party?" I asked.

"It's a surprise," she said. "You'll like it though." 

I looked at her. She had her cum face on. I could tell she really wanted to go.

"Okay," I said agreeing. "I guess we should change ..."

"We don't need to," she said. "It's not that kind of party." She held by arm as we walked to the taxi stand.

Ceasars wasn't far from the Venetian but with traffic it took almost 20 minutes. I put my arm around her. With my other hand I stroked her leg. "Have fun with Scott?" I said.

"Yeah," she said. "Venus is wild."

"It was hot seeing you flirting with guys wearing just high heels."

"You never told me to stop." She gave me a crooked grin. "I think you like Jenny."

"It was exciting watching you," I gushed. I paused, then added, "Hard too. Especially since you spent so much time with Scott."

"But that excited you too, right?" she said with a knowing smile.

"Yeah," I reluctantly admitted. I moved my hand under the short sundress, touching her pussy. She was soaking wet. "He got you really hot."

"Not just Scott," she whispered back excitedly. "A lot of guys touched me. And the way they looked at me ... like they were fucking me with their eyes. I felt so slutty Mike. Sexy too."

Her eyes closed as I stroked her pussy. She was so wet, and her clit incredibly hard. I rubbed and stroked her clit the way I knew she liked it. She clenched my arm and bit her lip, and then her head rolled back and she groaned as she came.

I put my arm around her and she snuggled into me as she calmed down. The taxi driver was looking at us in the mirror. He couldn't see anything other than Jen's face, but watching her pretty face as she orgasmed was enough to give any guy a hard-on.

Jen glanced up at the mirror, locking eyes with the driver for a moment, and quickly looked away blushing. "Thanks, I really needed that," she whispered.

I felt good. I figured she was gonna get fucked at the party we were going to, but at least I'd given her her first orgasm of the night. But then I wondered. I said "Did Scott --."

Jen read my mind. "He touched me a lot, but not there," she assured me. That made me feel good. She seemed to sense my conflict over Scott. 

She rubbed her hand over my hard-on. We locked eyes. She gave a quick nervous look at the taxi driver again, and then she lowered her head into my lap. She unzipped my pants and took my cock out. She swallowed me. I came within moments of being inside her soft hot mouth.

She tenderly tucked my cock back away. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, then snuggled back into my arm for the rest of the drive.

At the Venetian I half expected to go to Keri and Jim's penthouse. To my surprise she led me to OUR room.

Standing at the door, she turned to me and rubbed my chest. "Remember you have the safe word if it gets too intense for you." I nodded. With our key we opened the door. 

Inside were Allie, Hunter and Kevin.

They were nude on our bed. Allie still wore the high heels, but otherwise they were nude. Allie was between the guys and they were making out and petting.

They stopped and looked at us as we entered. "Hey love birds," Allie said smiling. Holding out her hand she said "Come here Jenny."

Allie grinned into my eyes as she said "Jenny," calling Jen by the name she went by in college before we met. Clearly Jen had told her about our safe word. That didn't surprise me, the two best friends told each other everything.

Jen led me to a sofa a few feet from the bed. She turned so I faced her back. She held up her hair and looked over her shoulder at me. "Unzip me?" 

She was playing to my fantasies of course. It was only a cover-up, she didn't need my help to take it off. But she knew it would excite me to undress her in front of Allie and the 2 guys. It was humiliating undressing her while staring into their eager smiling faces, all of us knowing I was undressing my wife not for me, but for their eyes, their hands, their cocks, and they would enjoy her body tonight, not me.

I was so excited my hand shook as I pulled the zipper down. Then I pushed the thin spaghetti straps off her shoulders. The dress fell down her body, bundling around her high heels.

She turned around and kissed me. "Sit here cucky," she whispered to me with a grin. Then she turned and moved towards the bed.

I watched her tight ass and long legs as her high heels clicked on the floor. How could she not think herself sexy? She was the hottest girl in the world!

She got on the bed and Allie immediately hooked her arm. The 2 girls put their heads together, giggling and whispering as if they were alone, instead of being within touching distance of Hunter and Kevin. 

Allie looked incredible nude and being so close to her she looked even better. But truly I only had eyes for my beautiful sexy wife.

Finally the 2 girls pulled away and looked at the boys. Hunter went to Jen and Kevin to Allie. Clearly they'd previously paired up. Jen's choice didn't surprise me. She liked the tall dark and handsome type (Hunter had dark hair and complexion, and Kevin was blonde). 

Hunter pulled Jen into his arms and they kissed. Jen kissed him back and let him push his tongue into her mouth. Soon they were seriously making out. Hunter had one hand on her ass and the other on her tits. Jen wrapped an arm around his neck as they kissed. Then she snaked a hard between their bodies and cupped his cock. He was big and rock hard like the rest of his sculptured body. 

I glanced at Kevin. He was very fit too, a well-defined chest and muscular legs. While his cock was much bigger than mine, he was noticeable smaller than Hunter. I was sure Hunter's impressive cock size had been another big factor in Jen's choice of men.

Hunter kissed up Jen's neck. She rolled her head back, moaning. As he kissed behind her ear he cupped her small breasts and thumbed her nipples. "Uh god," she groaned.

I looked over at the other couple. Kevin sat on the bed, his legs spread. Allie was on her elbows and knees, her head moving up and down in his lap. Kevin moaned as Allie went down on him, his hands clutching her long dark hair. Her ass was to me, so mostly what I saw were her curvy ass, firm thighs and the red bottoms of her Christian Louboutin high heels. Her legs were spread slightly, so I could see right up her crack, her anus. That sight confirmed with certainty that like Jen, Allie kept herself completely bare.

Hunter's mouth was at Jen's breasts, his lips around one of her stiff nipples. She was looking down at him watching him suck her nipples, her cheeks flushed and breathing hard, her hands clutching his hair. He trailed his hand down her flat tummy and cupped her mound, and then he ran a finger between her pussy lips and rubbed her hard clit. Jen's eyes closed and her mouth formed an O, her head rolling back in a moan as he sucked her nipples and fingered her.

"Wait, wait, fuck," Kevin groaned pushing Allie's head away. "I'm gonna fucking cum in your mouth."

"What's wrong with that big boy?" Allie teased through bedroom eyes, her lips wet with her spit and his precum. She ran her nails down his chiseled chest. "You can get it up more than once right?"

Kevin gave her a crooked grin. "Don't you worry about me, by the time I get done with you, you won't be able to walk straight."

"Promises, promises," Allie teased with a twinkle in her eye.

Kevin grinned at her. Then he looked excitedly at Jen. "I wanna see you two go at it," he said excitedly.

"Yeah, let's see it," Hunter agreed looking just as excited as Kevin.

Smiling, Jen and Allie moved to the center of the bed, sideways to Mike. They both wore Cheshire cat smiles. "Shall we give the boys a show?" Allie said wrapping her arms around Jen's neck.

"I guess we promised huh?" Jen said putting her arms around Allie's waist.

Their heads came together and they kissed. God I felt like I was gonna explode. Seeing them together on Scott's video had been something, but this ... 

Seeing them together in real life, just a few feet away ... 

Two really pretty girls kissing. Two best friends making out. Really making out.

From their cheeks I knew they were tonguing each other. As their kiss got hotter they held each other closer. Jen's little A cup titties smashed up against Allie's DD's. Just like she'd described would happen with Jasmine. I was dizzy with lust and I felt like I was gonna cum in my pants!

They broke their kiss, both of them panting, their lips wet and almost touching. Allie's hands moved to Jen's breasts, cupping them, thumbing her nipples. "Your little titties are so cute," Allie breathed into Jen's mouth.

"Allie ..." Jen said, but then she moaned and rolled her head back as her best friend sucked a nipple into her mouth.

They fell onto their sides, Allie still rolling and tonguing Jen's nipples. Jen reached down and squeezed Allie's breasts. "Yeah, like that honey," Allie moaned.

Jen pushed Allie on her back. She moved down Allie's body and cupped the underside of Allie's big breasts, as if awed by their heaviness. She squeezed and caressed them, sucking and rolling her tongue over her nipples. "Yeah, god, fuck ..." Allie moaned.

"I wish I had your breasts," Jen gushed as she caressed and licked Allie's firm natural DDs.




Consequences Pt. 05



"I wish I had your legs and pretty feet," Allie admired running her hand along Jen's firm toned thigh.

The two best friends giggled and hugged.

Hunter and Kevin were on their knees on either side of the girls, stroking their big cocks. "Fuck you two are hot!" Hunter gushed. He gave them a lustful grin. "Make each other cum."

Jen and Allie smiled into the other's eyes, as if sharing a secret. Then they moved down each other's body, getting into the 69 position. Each laid on her side, one leg extended and the other bent at the knee. Their pretty faces disappeared in the other's pussy.

From where I sat I saw mostly slim curvy bodies, locks of lush blonde and brunette hair, long legs and high heels. I heard licking and moaning. And then I saw their bodies tense and their backs arch as they came almost simultaneously.

They fell onto their backs both of them gasping. Kevin had seen enough, he couldn't wait any longer. He got between Allie's legs and mounted her, driving his hard cock balls deep in a single thrust. 

Hunter got on top of Jen but instead of diving in immediately he kissed and fondled her. He took hold of his cock to penetrate her, but she held him off. 

"I wanna suck you first," she said through bedroom eyes.

"I don't need that babe, I want your pussy," Hunter said.

Jen got on her knees and wrapped her arms around his neck. She spoke low but I could hear. "Remember my husband's here," she said motioning to me. "I have to make it fun for him too."

Hunter rolled his eyes, looking impatient. Jen smiled at him. "Don't worry, you'll get my pussy." She rubbed his chest. "Just play along a little, okay?"

Taking his hand she walked Hunter to the front of the bed, just a few feet from where I was sitting. She playfully pushed against his chest. He sat on the bed, grinning.

She turned to me and straddled my legs. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. She whispered "Enjoying the show?"

"God you're amazing Jenny," I gushed.

Like an excited school girl, she giggled "Allie made me cum so hard my legs are shaking." I looked over at Allie. Jen followed by eyes, looking over her shoulder. Allie was on her hands and knees, Kevin pounding her pussy hard from behind. Allie's firm breasts swayed with each thrust. 

Jen took my chin in her hand and turned me to look at her. "You can look but no touching," she warned with a crooked grin. Then she moved close her soft blonde hair brushing against my cheek. She whispered in my ear, "Remember, you're my bubble boy."

She got off me and turned back to Hunter. "Miss me?" she asked, straddling his legs and kissing him.

"You guys do this a lot?" Hunter asked her motioning to me. 

Jen looked over her shoulder so she was half looking at me, half at him. "He knows he can't give me everything I need," she said. 

"So I'm the lucky guy tonight huh?" Hunter said grinning at her.

"Yep," she said smiling back. "You got a problem with that?"

"Not as long as I get your pussy," Hunter said.

Jen slid off his lap and onto knees, between his open legs. She wrapped her hands around his cock. "Oh I definitely want this beautiful thing inside me," she said stroking him up and down. She licked his long shaft, from his balls to the tip of his cockhead. 

"Isn't it beautiful Mike?" Jen asked me, looking at me while licking him up and down. "He's so big, huh? See what I mean, how my lovers are so much bigger than you?" She used both hands, one on top of the other, to stroke him up and down. With me she barely needed one hand, and often stroked me with just a circle of her thumb and index finger.

As if reading my mind she said "Imagine how you feel inside me Mike, compared to this."

My heart pounded in my chest. My face felt hot, both from out-of-control lust and humiliation. She was taunting me not just in front of Hunter, but also Allie. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Allie and Kevin had stopped fucking. They were watching Jen's taunting, interested smiles on their faces.

I was afraid Allie would join in the taunting, say something like "Come on Mike, take it out so I can see how small you are." But thankfully she didn't say anything, instead just smiled and watched.

"Come on," Hunter said impatiently. He threw Jen onto the bed, on her back. He got between her legs, holding his big cock like a weapon at her pussy. "You're on birth control right?" He looked between me and Jen. "Do I need a condom?"

"No condom," Jen said. "I'm pregnant."

"Fuck ...," Hunter said shocked looking down at Jen's body. "Fuck ..." Then as if crazy with lust he penetrated Jen's pussy with his cock. He pushed hard, his thick cock sliding inch by inch into her tight pussy.

Jen's eyelids fluttered and her mouth formed an O as he penetrated her. "God you feel so good!" she moaned. Hunter's face was frenzied with lust. "That turns you on? That I'm pregnant?"

"Fuck yes!" Hunter hissed. "Do I ... do I need to go gentle?"

"God no! I want fucked hard!" Jen urged. "Fuck me hard!"

Hunter did just that, putting Jen's legs over his shoulders and relentlessly pounding her, each powerful thrust slamming the head board against the wall. I could no longer resist, pushing my hand into my bathing suit and stroking myself (I didn't take my cock out because I didn't want Allie to see my small cock, or that I was shaved).

Hunter looked over me. He grinned seeing my hand down my pants. He slowed his fucking, from hard pounding to slow stroking her. 

"Uh god what, what's wrong?" Jen said, disappointed he'd stopped slamming her.

Hunter leaned down and pressed his cheek against Jen's, turning her head to look at me. "I think your husband likes I'm fucking you with his baby inside," he said with a smug smile. 

"He's the father," Jen said looking into my eyes, "but it's not his baby."

Hunter's eyes grew wide, glancing back and forth between me and Jen, looking shocked. "You're shitting me?" he said.

"Harder," she said thrusting her hips up, her voice a whine of frustration. "Come on Hunter ..." He responded by fucking faster, deeper, harder. "Yeah Hunter, yeah like that, god you feel so freaking good inside me!"

"Another guy really got you pregnant?" Hunter asked excitedly as his cock moved in and out of her pussy. "God that's fucked up!"

"It turns him on," Jen said looking at me again. "Doesn't it Mike? Another man getting me pregnant. It turns you on, doesn't it?"

"Ugh god!" I groaned, my cock jerking in my hand and splashing cum inside my bathing soon.

Moments later Jen's back arched and her long legs tensed. She came hard moaning into Hunter's mouth.

I withdrew my hand. It was sticky with spunk. I tried to avoid looking at Allie. But I sensed her looking at me, and out of the corner of my eye I saw her smiling at me.

Jen rolled Hunter onto his back. She mounted him reverse cowgirl, using her hand to guide him back into her. "His cock feels so good Mike," she said riding him her head rolling back. "So fucking good."

Despite having just cum, I felt my cock getting hard again. I pushed my hand back into my shorts, stroking my sticky half hard cock.

Hunter's moans got more urgent. I knew Jen was stroking and massaging his cock with her pussy muscles. He moved his hands around her and cupped her tits, pinching her nipples hard. She winched at the pain but didn't stop riding him. I could tell from her cum face she loved the rough treatment. 

"Oh fuck babe I'm cumming!" Hunter growled. 

"Yeah Hunter yeah, cum inside me!" she cried pushing him deeper inside fucking him more urgently. He moved his hands to her hips, impaling her again and again on his long thick cock. Jen replaced his hands with hers on her breasts, squeezing and rubbing her nipples, her head rolling back, her eyes closed, her mouth forming an O.

And then Hunter's hips jerked wildly and his body spasmed. He shot powerful streams of cum inside, pushing her over the edge into another toe curling orgasm. 

"God, god," Jen panted, falling off his cock and onto her back beside him. "That was freaking incredible." He rolled over on top of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and the two lovers kissed.

I'd been watching Jen and Hunter, but somewhere along the way I'd heard Allie cum. Like Jen with Hunter, Allie was on top of Kevin riding him hard. "Ugh yeah I'm cumming!" Kevin growled at Allie as he squeezed her big tits. 

"Allie, let me –," Jen said. The two girls shared a glance, silently communicating. 

"Okay, okay," Allie panted and she got off of Kevin.

"What the fuck?!" Kevin yelled because he was so close to cumming.

Jen quickly moved to Kevin. She brushed her hair behind her ear, giving me a clear view of her pretty face. Then she took Kevin's cockhead into her mouth, also wrapping her hands around his cock. She bobbed on his cock and stroked him. 

"Ugh fuck!" Kevin cried, grabbing Jen's hair. He pushed her head down while also jerking his hips up, forcing almost his entire cock down her throat. Jen gagged but she didn't pull away, and then Kevin came, his hips jerking, throwing his head back in a loud guttural moan.

I could tell by her cheeks and throat Jen was swallowing his cum. When she pulled off his cock she had some of his sperm on her chin. 

Hunter and Kevin were spent, lying on their backs, in post-orgasmic oblivion. But Allie wore an intrigued smile as she watched Jen.

Without a word, Jen got off the bed and came to me. Amazingly she still wore the high heels. As before, she straddled my thighs. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me open mouth. She pushed her tongue into my mouth and I realized she hadn't swallowed all of Kevin's cum. Instead she'd kept a dollop on her tongue, and she pushed that into my mouth so I had no choice but to swallow.

She pulled away, a crooked grin on her face. I felt something wet on my chin. It was Kevin's leftover cum. Jen swiped my chin with her finger, then pushed her finger into my mouth, rubbing her finger over my tongue. I reflectively licked Jen's finger, swallowing more of Kevin's cum. Whispering so only I could hear, she said "You'll always be my cucky."

"We'll see you guys later," Allie said. I turned to see her, Hunter and Kevin dressed. More like barely dressed actually. Hunter and Kevin in their swim trunks, Allie in a cover-up even skimpier than Jen's (with clearly nothing on underneath). 

I had a hard time looking at Allie after what had just happened. Thankfully she didn't say anything to me.

Allie flicked a finger across Jen's cheek. "Sometimes you make me wish I was a lesbian," she said smiling.

"God Allie don't start!" Jen said with a laugh, blushing. "Bye guys," she said to Hunter and Kevin. Moments later they were gone.

Jen looked back at me, giving me a crooked grin. She pulled my hand from my pants. My fingers were still sticky from my previous orgasm. I moved to wipe my hand on the chair cushion but she stopped me. She brought my hand to her lips and tenderly licked the cum from each of my fingers, looking into my eyes as she did so. After she'd licked my fingers clean she wrapped her arms around my neck again and kissed me deep. She hugged me tight and whispered into my ear, "I'll always be your girl." 

We got into bed and Jen snuggled into my arms. "Did you like the show?" she giggled.

"It was incredible!" I gushed, and she giggled again. It had been incredible, about the hottest thing I'd ever experienced. But I was bothered too.

She read me. "I did all that stuff just to get you hot," she assured me. 

"Yeah," I said uncertainly.

"We'll never see Hunter and Kevin again, they live in Texas someplace," she said. "And don't worry about Allie. She really does like you."

"Yeah, right," I laughed skeptically.

"Seriously Mike, she likes you," Jen insisted.

"Okay," I said relenting. Whatever. I didn't want to start a fight. "It's just ... sometimes my fantasies scare me."

"I know, right?" she giggled. "It's okay baby. They turn me on too."

"Really?" 

"Yeah, really cucky," she said with a giggle. She sat up and pulled off my bathing suit. I was hard, I hadn't cum since that first time. As she'd done with my fingers, she lowered her head and licked the cum off my cock. Then she straddled my legs. With her hand she guided me into her.

"Your pussy feels incredible!" I gushed. She felt loose and wet, not nearly as tight as usual, but knowing how she got that way made me heady with lust.

Reading my mind, she said "Hunter's a big boy. He cums a lot too."

"How did you end up with him?"

"Allie let me pick," Jen said with a giggle. "She knew she'd get both after. It's nice to know there's someone in the world who's a bigger slut than me."

"Why'd you pick Hunter?"

"You know why," Jen giggled. She blushed and buried her face in my chest embarrassed, both of us knowing she picked Hunter because he had the bigger cock.

I laughed and hugged her. I was inside her, but we weren't moving. We were just enjoying the physical connection.

I said, "You said my fantasies turn you on." I put my hand on her tummy. "This turns you on?"

She nodded. "I don't know why," she said. "Mostly I think cause it turns you on so much." She giggled and said "And it's so bad!"

Her face turned serious. Looking into my eyes she said "I can let myself get turned on by it because I know you love me and the baby."

"I will always love you Jen," I assured her looking back into her eyes. "You and the baby."

I remembered something I'd thought about at the pool. "Aren't you worried other team members saw you at the pool?" I asked.

"I think I saw some of them actually. I don't care," she shrugged not at all worried. She laughed. "I kinda have a reputation now. Anyway, remember I'm the boss. And I'm kinda bullet proof right now after Kelloggs and Google."

"You'll have more guys at work hitting on you," I playfully warned.

She shrugged again.



I was still rock hard and inside her. She got up on her elbows on my chest and looked at me, a mischievous glint in her eye. "So did you ever come close to using the safe word tonight?"

I nodded. "At the pool, when you were with Scott," I admitted. She looked at me as if she'd expected that answer.

"When did you shave off your landing strip?" I asked.

"Right before I put on my bikini," she said. 

"What did Scott say when he saw you?" I asked my heart beating faster.

"He asked if I shaved it off for him. I told him I did," she admitted. "It was sorta the truth. I was thinking of you too though. I knew it would get you hot."

"But you did shave it off for him, right?" I asked excitedly.

"Yeah, sorta," she said.

"So you knew Venus is a nude pool?"

"It's more like they don't kick you out, at night at least," she said.

"Why didn't you hook up with Scott tonight?" I asked my excitement growing.

She must have felt my cock twitch inside her because she began slowly riding me. "Remember how upset you got last time? You don't really want me to get back together with him."

It amazed me how well she knew me. "You had fun hanging with him today," I said.

"I guess. You know I've always liked him," she admitted. "Mostly I knew it'd get you hot if I flirted with him."

"Were you tempted to fuck him?" 

"I guess," she admitted. She smiled. "Remember those vampire shots? He did one on me tonight."

"He did?! Where was I?!" I asked excitedly, looking at her neck for signs of a hickey.

"I don't know, it was dark," she said. Seeing me scanning her neck, she quickly added "I pushed him away, I wouldn't let him mark me." Then she giggled. "You probably wish I had." 

"Was he hard?" I asked excitedly.

"Um, yeah!" Jen said with a laugh. "This was after we'd taken everything off. His thing was poking me in the stomach." She laughed remembering. "That's when I left and found you. I was so horny if I stayed I might've fucked him!"

"You should've fucked him," I said my lust now controlling me.

"You think so huh?" she said doubtfully, moving up and down on me. "You almost used the safe word, remember? You don't like Scott Mike."

"You do thought, and I'd be okay with it," I assured her, my lust overwhelming me, my earlier concerns a distant memory. "Be buds too, even date him again. I can handle it better now. I understand you get infatuated, but now I get that's not love. I know you'd love to fuck him again."

She leaned down and put her arms around my neck. "We'll see okay?" she said kissing me. Then she rode me faster and harder until I came.



Consequences Pt. 06



"Hey no-whip Jen," the shaggy haired barista said to Jen as she walked into the Starbucks. "Let me guess, tall caramel skinny latte." He paused dramatically and added "With no whip!"

"You got it," Jen said with a laugh. "Decaf too, okay?" She subtlety padded her tummy. She was trying to eat better for the baby. "What's your name anyway?"

"Joey," he said smiling.

"Okay, well hi Joey," Jen said smiling back. She walked over to the side to wait for her coffee. She felt a finger stab her back. She turned and saw Scott.

"You're a big cock tease," Scott said grinning. "Where'd you go after the pool?"

"Quiet okay?" Jen said. She got her coffee from Joey, giving him a quick smile of thanks, then she and Scott sat down at a corner table. "I had other plans," she said.

"Two nights in a row?" Scott said. "Are you dicking with me?"

"You're the one coming on to me," Jen said calmly. "If you don't like it, go away."

"I apologized to Mike about the video," Scott said holding out his hands in surrender. He leaned forward and put his hand on her knee. "Come on Jen we had fun in Vegas. I know you want me as much as I want you. I heard you and Allie did a show for Mike. I'm cool if he watches us. I'll be nice, I promise."

"It's not that easy Scott," Jen said pushing his hand away.

"Why not?"

"Because I said so," she said getting up. 

"Bitch," Scott said. "You're a real cock tease."

"Bitch or cock tease?" Jen said with a teasing smile. "I've known guys like you all my life Scott. I don't feel sorry for you. You'll get your Google debrief report to me today right?"

"Yeah, sure, whatever," he said looking pissed.

She gave him a friendly smile and ruffled his hair. "We had fun Scott, let's leave it at that." 

As she walked back to the office she frowned seeing Tom outside, catching a smoke with some other co-workers. "Hey Jen," he said with a friendly smile. He pulled out his pack of cigarettes. "Want one?"

"Thanks but no," Jen said stepping away from the smoke. "I'm trying to cut back."

"I get that," Tom said. "Can I talk to you a minute?"

Jen walked with him to the side, bracing for the worse. Was he going to guilt trip her again?

"Listen, I wanted to apologize," he said. "I've been thinking, replaying things. I was a real jerk trying to get you to leave Mike."

"Okay," Jen said warily. God, when it rains it pours.

Tom heard the skepticism in her voice. "I get you probably don't believe me," he said with a sheepish smile. "Here's the thing. You know my marriage with Adria cratered? I guess I got cynical about marriage. You did made it clear from the start it was only temporary. Looking back, I feel like a jerk for trying to break you and Mike up." He laughed. "You two have a strange relationship, but hey it works for you." 

"Okay well, thanks Tom," Jen said still wary. "Um ... how's Tommy?"

"He's okay," Tom said smiling sheepishly again. "That's another thing. I shouldn't have guilted you about him. You were just being nice." He saw the wariness in her face and laughed. "I don't blame you, after what I did I wouldn't believe me either. I just wanted to get that off my chest, it's been bothering me." He started to go but then turned back. He looked her up and down and said with a smile, "You look incredible by the way."

Jen shook her head walking back to her office. Seriously? Both Scott and Tom on the same day? Whatever. 

Mike had left that morning for London again. She already missed him. But she was busy. She had to finish her speech. Mike would get back later that week and then they were off to Penn State for Homecoming weekend.

**************

"I heard you were back in my city," Darren said warmly, calling Mike almost as soon as his plane landed at Heathrow. "How about dinner on me again?"

They met the next evening. "How's Jen?" Darren asked. "Pregnancy's going okay?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "She's just beginning to show. A little morning sickness but not too bad."

Darren nodded a concerned look on his face. "How are you dealing with it?"

"I'm a lot better," Mike said. "Jim helped me think about it the right way. He told me it's like going to a fertility center. It doesn't matter who the sperm comes from, I'm still the father."

"Yeah, that's a good way to think about it mate," Darren agreed.

"So how're Jim and Stacy?" Mike asked.

"Mission accomplished," Darren said with a laugh. "They're off in Sidney for a year. They email me sometimes." He shrugged, his face suddenly melancholy. "I miss Stacy. Don't get me wrong, I'd never try to take her away from Jim. I don't love her, we don't have that kind of relationship. But it gets lonely sometimes."

"You don't have a girl friend?"

"I've had girl friends," Darren said. "But I like doing the bull thing, so those relationships don't last long." He laughed. "I know, you're gonna tell me to stop being a bull," he said smiling at Mike. "But that's like me telling you to stop being a cuck." He laughed. "No offense." 

"That's okay," Mike said with a laugh back. "I've thought about Jen hooking up with Tom again – he's the father."

"You mean the biological father," Darren quickly corrected. "That dude's just the sperm bank. Don't forget that Mike, otherwise it'll screw up your head."

"Yeah ... thanks."

"As long as you keep that straight, you'll have a lot of fun," Darren said encouragingly. "A lot of husbands are really into that. After Stacy tested positive, she and Jim came over to my place and I fucked her. You should've seen the look on Jim's face. I've never seen anyone so turned on."

Mike nodded. "Another man fucked Jen on our wedding night," he admitted.

"Before you?" Darren asked.

"Yeah," Mike said. "Ricky ... her first lover."

"How many lovers has she had?" 

"Three mostly," Mike said. "Ricky, Scott and Tom."

"I don't make that list?" Darren said with a laugh. "That's okay, I can tell Jen isn't into the big black cock thing. This Tom – what'd he say about Jen pregnant?"

"I don't think he knows yet," Mikes said.

Darren frowned. "Is he gonna make trouble when he finds out?"

"He got possessive with Jen at the end."

"Then why would you want Jen to hook up with him again?" Darren said. "That's playing with fire Mike."

"Yeah you're probably right ..." Mike said unconvincingly.

Darren studied his friend and grinned. "It's the risk that gets you hot," he said nodding. "I get it." He laughed. "Someday you have to tell me how you and Jen got together."

"It's a long story," Mike said smiling sheepishly.

"I bet," Darren said with another laugh.

**************

"So your speech is this weekend?" Allie asked as she walked into Jen's office. She took a handful of M&Ms and flopped into the comfy chair across from Jen's desk.

"Yeah, are you going to the game?" Jen asked.

"Still thinking about it," Allie said with a shrug. "State College isn't my favorite place in the world." She found Penn State boring compared to the glitter and non-stop excitement of NYC.

"Yeah ..." Jen said looking gloomy over the prospect of going to a Penn State football game. 

"Don't freak out Jen," Allie said knowing her best friend's melancholy wasn't about the relative quiet of State College compared to NYC. "It's only a football game."

Wanting to change the subject, Allie asked, "How's the pregnancy thing? You're not showing yet."

"These pants are a little tight," Jen said with a grimace. She was wearing slim pants, a tailored blouse and high heels. "I'm okay with it though, my body changing and all. My doctor says I can keep working out, to get back in shape faster after the baby comes."

"So ... you two are gonna keep playing your game?" Allie asked with an intrigued smile. "Vegas was outrageous even for us."

"It was kinda epic huh?" Jen said with a smile. 

"So you ARE gonna keep playing?"

"Yeah, I think so," Jen said nodding. "Mike says he understands better now, a crush isn't love. So I don't think he'll get upset like before if I get attached to a guy for a little while." She smiled mischievously. "And it's fun."

"God Jen, I can't believe you two," Allie said her face part disbelief and part envy. "So who's your next boyfriend? That cute barista in Starbucks? I've seen you flirting with him."

"He's kinda young ... 19?" Jen said with a giggle. "He IS cute though."

"I told you we're turning into cougars," Allie said with a laugh.

"Not sure Joey would like this," Jen said putting her hands over her tummy.

"God you know his name?" Allie said with a delighted laugh. "You always get the really cute ones!"

Later Jen was in the break room making a decaf latte. She accidentally dropped the wooden stirrer and bent over to pick it up.

"Now that's a beautiful sight," Tom said behind her. The lacy T of her pink thong had risen above her low rise pants. 

Jen stood up immediately and pulled her blouse down. 

Tom grinned. "When'd you get a tat?"

"In Vegas," Jen said. "It's a henna though."

"It looks good on you," he said. "You oughta get a real one."

His comment reminded her of that time on the beach, when he'd fucked her on the sand under the stars. She realized he was remembering the same thing.

"Those were good times," Tom said smiling into her eyes.

Jen closed the lunch room door for privacy. "Those times are over Tom," she said.

"I know that, I'm just saying ..." he said. He smiled to ease the tension. "So you're thinking about getting a real tattoo?"

"Mike and I are thinking about it," she corrected him. 

"Okay, okay, I get it, shut up and go away," he said with a laugh.

She gave him a crooked smile. "I just want to make sure you understand where I am on this."

"I get it Jen, I do," Tom assured her. "Can I asked you something though? I'm not trying to creep you out, I'd just like to know." He paused for a moment, then said, "You don't drink anymore. You don't smoke. Are you pregnant?"

"Fuck!" Jen thought to herself.

**************

"Ready?" Professor Ambrose said.

From behind the curtain Jen looked at the crowd. "There's a lot of people here," she said trying to keep from being overwhelmed. There were over 200 students there, as well as many of the professors she'd had as a student.

"Nervous?" Professor Ambrose said with an encouraging smile.

"Yeah," Jen admitted with a nervous laugh. "I'll be okay."

Jen walked onto the stage.  She'd worn a tight black pencil skirt that started high above her waist and ended half way down her shapely calves. On top she wore a fitted white blouse with a square neckline. The blouse had a front zipper that ran from the neckline to a couple inches down.  The outfit showed off her slim leggy figure, especially her tight ass and flat stomach. She looked very New York sophisticated, very sexy, like a model instead of an ad exec. 

She turned to the crowd and paused dramatically. Despite her nervousness, she was used to this by now.  Without any notes, she began. 

"You start by selling yourself," she said her confident voice and demeanor (and gorgeous looks) commanding immediate attention. As she spoke she slowly scanned the crowd making eye contact from person to person. "You convince him he's the world to you. That he is your everything."

As Jen spoke she slowly walked across the stage, her high heels clicking on the wood floor. "He is your reason for living. You must earn his trust. And you must never betray that trust. Because deception works just once, and then he's lost to you forever. 'He,' of course, is the customer. And once he trusts you – really trusts you -- he'll listen to anything you say, buy anything you sell."

Jen's presentation continued for 45 minutes, and when she was done she was deluged with questions. She finally finished to a standing ovation.

********************

I met Jen outside the building. "You were amazing!" I gushed. I'd been spellbound just like everyone else in the auditorium. Jen beamed into my eyes and hooked her arm in mine.

"Professor Ambrose – I mean Nancy, you remember Mike?" she said.

"Of course," Professor Ambrose said. "You two are going to the game tomorrow, right? And then the President's reception?"

"We wouldn't miss it," I said smiling. I squeezed Jen's hand encouragingly when I felt her body tense. "Wanna go to Donovans for lunch?" Donovans was an Irish bar & grill on the periphery of campus, a locals' place.

"I've got a faculty meeting, you kids have fun," Professor Ambrose said. 

"You were really incredible," I gushed again as we sat at the bar. I had a beer and Jen a Pellegrino. "You look incredible too," I said tracing my finger along her shoulder. Watching her on stage had gotten me hot.

"You're just saying that cause I'm your wife," she said smiling with a twinkle in her eye. She felt relieved the presentation was over.

Her fitted blouse hugged her body so her bra straps were outlined in the fabric. I traced my finger along her shoulder and then down her bra strap. "I love it when you wear tops this tight."

"God Mike you're such a guy!" she said with a laugh. "You know it's faux pas for your bra strap to show."

"I like it," I insisted.

"Yeah, well, now you know how hard it's to be a girl," she said. "Tight tops are in this year, but bra straps are a no-no. So what the heck does a girl do?"

"Go braless I guess," I said grinning.

"Oh yeah, I bet you'd like that," she said giving me a playful scornful look.

My finger continued its path down her bra strap to the bra cup. I traced along the edge of the bra cup and then thumbed where I knew her nipple was.

"God Mike stop," she said in a hushed voice pushing my hand away.

My back was to the sparse afternoon crowd so no one could see. I moved my hand back to her bosom, gently thumbing her nipple through her blouse and bra. "When I first saw you in Platter Records I never thought I'd be doing this to you in a bar."

"I can't believe you're doing it now," she said, blushing and looking nervously around the bar.

I took my hand away. Her nipples were hard and dented her blouse. "Mission accomplished," I said grinning.

"You jerk," she said smiling back at me.

I chuckled both at her reaction and remembering my conversation with Darren.

"What?" she asked.

"Something Darren said, 'mission accomplished.' I had dinner with him this week."

"God, it's like you're best friends now," Jen said.

"He's a good guy," I said.

"I thought so too!" she joked and we laughed. "So what's mission accomplished mean?"

"Remember Stacy and Jim, the couple I told you about?" I said. "She's pregnant."

"And Darren's the father ...?"

"Yeah," I said. "She was making her husband use condoms."

"Wow," Jen said disbelief and wonder on her face. "Can I tell ya something?" she whispered, leaning into me. "That's kinda hot."

"Stacy having Darren's black baby?" I whispered back my excitement growing.

"Not that," Jen said. "I can't get pass the issues of raising a mixed baby. I mean ... you know ... what would our families say?"

"They're gonna pretend it's adopted," I said.

"That won't work," Jen said. "Not with me anyway. I'd have to tell my mom.  She's my mom. I'd want her to be there. I'd wanna tell your mom too."

"Okay," I said feeling disappointed.

She saw the disappointment on my face. "You don't really want me to have a black baby?" she said with an incredulous laugh. "God Mike --."

I smiled sheepishly. "It's more like I have this list of fantasies in my head," I explained. "It's not so much I want it to happen, but it COULD happen. That's what gets me hot. But now that one's off the list."

"Like I haven't already made a lot of your fantasies come true," she said with another whispered laugh.

"That's true," I agreed smiling sheepishly again.

"So take that one off the list," she said with another laugh.

"Okay," I said laughing with her. "So ... then what got you hot?"

"The condom thing," Jen whispered, an excited glint in her eye. "Letting my lover cum inside me, and making you wear a condom." 

I was rock hard now. "I like this new game," I said grinning.

"You better mister, you don't have any choice, I'm in control now," she said with mock sternness, smiling into my eyes.

"So you'd make me wear a condom huh?" I whispered role playing. "You'd let Tom fuck you bareback, cum inside you? And make me wear a condom to make sure the baby's his?"

"Yeah," Jen said and then she shivered as a bolt of excitement shot through her. "God Mike you've got to fuck me right now, I'm so hot!"

"I'd rather watch another guy fuck you," I said with a lustful grin. "Maybe one of those students from your speech."

"No Mike that's not gonna happen," she said in a chastising tone, the finality in her voice telling me to cross that fantasy off my list too. I understood. It might get back to Professor Ambrose and her other old teachers, and that was a line of discretion she wasn't willing to cross.

"Okay, sorry," I said backing off. We were both silent, the mood broken.

"You won't believe what happened the other day," Jen finally said. "Tom apologized for trying to break us up."

"Really? Do you believe him?"

"I don't know. I think so," she said. "Something else ... Tom suspects I'm pregnant."

"He said that? What did you say?"

"I blew it off," she said.

"You won't be able to do that forever," I said.

"I know," she said looking pained.

After a few moments I said "I think you should tell him. And it's not just because it turns me on. Tom IS the biological father. He has a right to know. Someday our baby might want to know him, have a relationship."

"I know," she said clearly having thought of all this. "But Mike ... I know you fantasize about me and Tom getting together again. But it'd be a mistake."

"Darren does it with Stacy and Jim," I pointed out.

"That's different," Jen said. "Darren's not trying to break Stacy and Jim up."

"You said Tom feels bad about that."

"I know," she said. "It's just ... I don't want to lead him on. Remember how it got at the end? I don't want that to happen again. Life is too complicated already."

"What if we made rules and he agreed?" I said persistently.

"God Mike you're incorrigible!" she said with a laugh.

"Come on," I said with a lustful smile. "You know it'd be hot."

She shook her head and laughed again. "God Mike ..."

"Nancy said you'd be here," a voice said behind us. We turned at the same time.

It was Colin.

"Hi Mike," he said with a smile holding out his hand. As I shook his hand my mind flashed back to college, after I'd regained consciousness. He visited me in the hospital and seemed sincerely regretful for the fight. I'd let it go a long time ago. In the end I got Jen, and that's all I cared about.

"Hi Jenny," Colin said the charming smile on his face. He tried to give her a hello hug but she stepped away. She gave him a "seriously?" look. After all the last time they'd seen each other he'd tried to do her in the car outside her parent's house.

Colin never stopped smiling but he got the message. He stepped away and said "I wanted to invite you two to an after party at my house tomorrow." Colin had a house here right outside campus. 

"We have a reception after the game," Jen said coldly.

"Yeah I heard about that, congrats you two," Colin said with a big smile. "You know how it is though. My party will just be starting when the President's Reception is long over. You oughta come, you'll know a lot of people there."

That night we made love, our passion fueled by our earlier teasing and talk. I got Jen off with my tongue and she was passionate during our intercourse. But I'd seen her with other guys, most recently with Alec and Hunter. She was never like that with me.

After we snuggled, our hotel room barely lit by the glow of a street lamp. I said, "You know I'm over what happened at Crypts."




Consequences Pt. 06



"Seriously?" Jen said. "How could you?"

"I won," I said. "He couldn't beat me himself, he needed help. I protected you, not him. And I got you."

"Yep, you've got me," she said snuggling deeper into my arms.

We were silent for long moments. "Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Yeah," she said.

I hesitated then said "You kept seeing Colin after we started dating, didn't you?"

"There may have been a little overlap," she said innocently.

"You can tell the truth I won't get mad," I assured her. 

"I don't know Mike it was a long time ago," she said sounding defensive. 

"Sandusky showed me those pictures," I said. I felt her back stiffen. Colin's collection of pictures of Jen, the ones Sandusky used to blackmail her. 

"Why didn't you break up with me?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"I loved you," I said.

We were both silent. Jen was thinking of that one picture, her face splattered with Colin's cum, the one date stamped a month after we'd started dating. She said in a pleading voice, "That was the only time, I swear."

"It's okay baby, I'm not mad," I said rubbing her shoulder. "I think that's what started it, the pictures. Why Ricky happened. I got turned on looking at Colin's pictures. I still look at them."

"You have them?"

"He left them with me," I said. "I have them on my computer. Do you want to see them?"

"No," she said immediately.

"The last time you were at home," I began. "You know how I am. It would've turned me on if you fucked Colin." (Author's note: See Making It Work – Part 2)

"Mike ... god ..." she said. She reached down and found me hard again. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly stroked me. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"It's our game, we're both crazy," I said.

The next morning we taxied a couple miles to Spring Creek Presbyterian. I held back as Jen approached Coach Paterno's grave. She stood there a few minutes, her head bent, praying I guess. Then she turned and leaned into me. She wiped away a tear as I put my arm around her. 

Penn State was playing Northwestern. We sat in the alumni section. It seemed like the whole math and computer science departments were there.  They cornered me and asked a lot of questions about Sapphire. 

I kept my eye on Jen. I was worried about her, being back here in Beaver stadium after so many years. But Colin was right, she seemed to know everybody and was her bubbly social butterfly self. 

Penn State took an early two touchdown lead and Jen enthusiastically cheered along with the rest of her group with each score. It took me back to that football game 7 years ago, when she partied with the Populars and I was an outsider. 

I was happy for her though. I knew Penn State football was important to her and it was good to see her making a reconnection.

Colin was there, big, brash and charismatic as always. The crowd engulfed him with cheers and slaps on the back, everyone wanting to shake the hand of the All-American quarterback.

He made sure to come over to me first. Ever the diplomat I guess. We shook hands and chit chatted about the game. Each time we spoke – and we'd spoken about half a dozen times over the years since Crypts -- it seemed like he was apologizing for what happened at Crypts. He never said the words or mentioned Crypts, but I could tell by his tone and posture. I think he really did feel bad about losing control at Crypts. Not that we were friends or even close to that. Whatever. Like I said, I was over it.

He drifted away from me and made his way over to Jen. I knew, of course, he wanted to get into her pants. The thought of him bedding Jen pushed all my cuckold buttons. My old college rival fucking my girl right under my nose? The prospect made me dizzy with lust. Not that I really wanted it to happen. Some of my fantasies – like Colin screwing her, Jen having a black baby – they were so intense I was conflicted about them actually happening. But the possibility they COULD happen, that was enough to get my heart pounding.

Colin tried to talk to Jen but she ignored him. She was talking to a tall guy, a dark haired hipster-type I didn't know. Then I realized I did know him! It was Drums, my old frat brother!

I made my way over but was intercepted by professors a half dozen types. "Was that Drums?" I asked when I finally made it over.

"Yeah!" Jen said enthusiastically. "Ramones are doing a comeback and he's drummer! Can you believe it?!" She loved old bands so her excitement didn't surprise me. "They're playing at Colin's after party!"

My cock jerked at hearing that. "So we're going?" I asked. We hadn't discussed it since Colin's invitation at Donovans.

"I guess we have to, to see Drums" she said. 

I looked at her. Did she want to support my old frat buddy? Or did she want to fuck Colin again (now that she had the green light from me) and this was just a legitimate excuse to go?

In the end did it matter? "Okay, we're going," I said trying to keep my excitement in check. 

Penn State won by 2 touchdowns. The President's Reception was even more boring than I feared and dragged on forever.

After the Reception we drove to Colin's house. It was unseasonably warm and he'd set up a big circus type tent in the yard. The grass made it tough on Jen in her high heels, but once inside the tent there was an artificial wood floor.

"Oh my god there they are!" Jen squealed seeing the Ramones playing on the stage. She grabbed my hand and literally dragged me to the front.  The new band sounded just like Joey, Johnny and Dee Dee. Drums was great on percussions. To my surprise he sang really well too. Jen was soon dancing and bopping in place, her blonde hair swinging wildly, singing along. Honestly I wasn't into punk music but I loved seeing Jen having so much fun.

The band took a break and Drums approached us. He hugged Jen and we shook hands. He looked different now, older, more mature and confident. But then, I hadn't seen him for years. He told me how they'd just signed a big record deal and were about to go on a worldwide tour.

"Wanna go backstage and meet the rest of the band?" Drums offered.

"I'd love to!" Jen practically squealed. She was way into groupie mode now.

I looked at the mass of people behind the curtain surrounding the other two Ramones. "You go ahead," I said deciding to pass. "I think I'll go find the bar."

I got a scotch and went into the house. Inside was just as crowded as the tent. I looked around the place. It was a big house but rundown. It looked like Colin kept it just to host parties when he was at Penn State.

I went upstairs on my self-guided tour. I was being nosy but I didn't care. The sounds of the party faded as I explored further into the house. Towards the back – about as far away from the party you could get – I heard sounds of sex coming from the bedroom. 

It didn't surprise me. This was a big party, a big house with a lot of bedrooms, a lot of alcohol (and recreational drugs) flowing. The door was partially open. I couldn't help it, I silently approached and looked in.

It was Colin. He was riding a girl. Feeling relief and disappointment, I saw immediately the girl wasn't Jen. The girl was a busty redhead, about as different from Jen as possible. I grinned. Jen had to see this!

I stumble upon a back staircase and went downstairs, back into the tent. Another band was playing. Jen wasn't in the tent. Neither was Drums. I saw one of the other Ramones and asked about him.

"He went into the house with a pretty blonde," he said.

I went back into the house. I searched all the rooms but couldn't find Jen or Drums. Finally I heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen. 

The kitchen was empty. I realized they were outside on the porch. The door was open and I could just see them. Drums sat playing guitar and Jen sat across from him.

"That's nice," Jen said listening to the music, sitting one leg under her on the sofa. "I didn't know you played guitar too. What have you been doing since college?"

"Bouncing around mostly," Drums said. "Hooked up with a few bands, did some solo. Clubs mostly, some concert halls, last summer I was in LA but mostly east coast."

"That sounds so good," Jen gushed. "I'd love that freedom, and being around music all the time, you're so lucky."

"Really?" Drums said surprised. "Sounds like you and Mike have a good thing going."

"We do," Jen said. "I'm just saying – I don't know – it's great the way you've avoided growing up." She laughed embarrassed. "That didn't come out right."

"That's okay, you're right," Drums said laughing back. He moved from his chair to her sofa, sitting next to her. "You like Bruce right?" he asked. When she nodded he played a soulful rendition of Thunder Road.

"That was freaking awesome!" she gushed when he finished.

"We're playing in New York City, I'll send you tickets," he offered.

"Awesome, we'll definitely be there!" she said excitedly.

He smiled at her. "You're a lot of fun, I wish we hung out more in college."

"Yeah," she agreed. "Can I asked you something? Drums isn't your real name, right?" 

"Frankie," he said. 

"That's nice, it fits you," Jen said. "Like a young Frankie Valli, you kinda look like him."

"Mostly only my mom calls me that," he said with a laugh.

"Oh okay, sorry," she said laughing back.

Drums looked into Jen's eyes. "You know ... I think I'd rather you call me Frankie."

"Oh ... okay," Jen said.

Suddenly Drums leaned in and kissed her. It was only a few seconds. He pulled away when Jen squirmed under him. "Sorry," he said breathing hard.

"That's okay," Jen said. She was breathing hard too.

"I always wanted to do that," Drums said with a crooked grin. "You can really kiss."

"I better find Mike," Jen said getting up, not returning his smile. 

I hurriedly stepped into the darkness of the pantry. A moment later they passed me. I counted to ten and then followed.

I approached from a different direction. Jen was talking with some friends. Drums wasn't there. "Hey you," she said squeezing my hand. 

"Hi," I said. "Can I talk to you?" I led her down the hall until we were alone. Then I pulled her into a bedroom. I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her.

"What's gotten into you?" she giggled kissing me back.

"I saw Drums hit on you," I said excitedly pushing my tongue into her mouth.

"That came out of nowhere," she observed with a giggle.

"You should've made out with him, let him touch you," I said pressing my body against hers, fondling her, pulling her skirt up.

"I would've if I'd known you were watching," she said with another giggle, getting her cum face on.

I reluctantly pulled away. "I wanna show you something," I whispered excitedly.

"What?" she whispered back smiling mischievously. I took her hand. "Wait," she said fixing her blouse and pulling her skirt down. "Okay," she said taking my hand. "Where are we going?"

I led her to the back staircase. When we got to the second floor I put a finger to her lips. We quietly approached the bedroom. The door was still cracked open and we looked in.

Jen's eyes grew wide. Colin was still fucking the redhead. Either he had incredible staying power or they were on round two. 

Colin hadn't lost any of his football physique. His muscles tensed with each thrust, making his arms, legs and chest look even more chiseled. 

Then he got on his back and the redhead got on top, impaling herself on his cock. We had a clear view of his cock each time she pulled up. His cock was really long and thick.

I looked at Jen's face. She definitely had her cum face on now. "We better go before we get caught," she whispered pulling away.

"Just a little longer," I said holding her in place. I stood behind her, cupping and fondling her breasts as we watched, thumbing her nipples through her blouse and bra.

The door opened on the other side of the bedroom and a man walked in. The man was shirtless and in the process of taking off his pants, clearly intending to join the fun. "Shit I think he saw me" Jen whispered moving from the door. "Come on Mike we have to go!" She pushed through me to the back staircase, grabbing my hand and pulling me with her. 

Downstairs I thought we'd rejoin the party.  Instead Jen gave me a sloppy open mouth kiss and said "I need you to take me home right now and fuck me!"

In our hotel room we tore off our clothes. "What excited you more, Drums hitting on you or watching Colin fucking?" I asked kissing her and tearing off her blouse.

"Both!" she said grappling with my belt and pants. "What got you more excited?" 

I pulled up her skirt and pushed her onto the bed, getting between her legs. "Watching Drums kissing you!" I growled as I shoved my dick inside her.

We fucked hard and moments later I came.

"God that was good," Jen gushed, panting. "We have to do that again."

My heart deflated hearing her Jenspeak for "you didn't make me cum, I need more." 

"Sorry I came so fast," I said moving my hand to her clit.

"I loved it!" she insisted.

"No, you haven't cum yet," I said. I rubbed her clit as I kissed down her neck, behind her ear, my other hand cupping and fondling her breasts, touching her the way she liked touched. As she panted harder I sucked a nipple into my mouth, using both hands to finger fuck her. She came moments later.

"God that was good!" she gushed as her panting calmed down. "But Mike, I loved the first time too."

"I came too fast, you didn't cum," I said.

"Mike it's not always about that," she insisted.

"Jen I've seen you with your lovers," I said. "I know how you are with them, and how you are with me.  I can tell the difference. It's not even close. But it's okay, I'm not upset."

She shook her head giving me a playful scowl. "You don't know as much as you think mister."

Later as we snuggled in bed, I said "You can't tell me you aren't still hot for Colin, not after tonight."

"I never said I wasn't hot for him," she said. "I'm a slut, remember?" She smiled. "You recognized her right? The redhead? Julie, Tony-Tony's wife."

"You're kidding?" I said with wonder. Then my eyes grew wide. "Wait ... wasn't that Tony-Tony who walked in?"

"Yeah ... I think he saw me," she said grimacing.

"I doubt it, it was dark. He just saw shadows."

"Maybe," she said. She got a faraway look, as if playing back the scene in her head. "Can you imagine, Julie with both Colin and Tony-Tony?" She shivered at the thought.

"You sound envious," I said with a crooked grin.

She put her hand over my cock. I was hard again. "This is all I need."

"Yeah right," I said sarcastically, thinking of my barely 5 inches compared to Colin's and Tony-Tony's. I pushed her onto her back and kissed her. "I'd love to see you with Colin and Tony-Tony."

"God Mike you pick the worse people," she said. "Scott, Tom and Colin -- I have history there."

"That's what makes it so exciting," I said looking lustfully at her.

She rolled her eyes. "It'd be easier if I fucked Drums," she said sarcastically.

"Seriously you're attracted to him?"

"No, Mike, god ..." she said frustrated. She gave me a whatever look. "You're not gonna stop until I do this huh?"

"Like you wouldn't enjoy it," I said smiling lustfully at her.

"I don't want to hurt you," she said.

"I told you I can deal with it better now," I insisted.

She shook her head giving me a skeptical look. "We'll see ..."

The next morning Jen texted Colin: "Awesome party, sorry didn't say bye."

A moment later her cell rang. It was Colin of course. "Heading back this morning?" he asked.

She lied, "We were but Mike got hijacked for a symposium in the math department."

"Sounds exciting," Colin said with a laugh.

"Yeah," Jen said laughing back.

"I'm free today, how about hanging out?" Colin asked.

Jen hesitated only a moment. "Sure, why not?" she said. 

She hung up and looked at Mike. "I better get ready," she said.

"When will you be back?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" she said putting on her makeup.

"You're gonna hang out then come back here right?" 

She stopped putting on eyeliner. "Mike, this is Colin," she said. "He knows the only reason I called is to fuck."

"Are you mad?" I asked reading her body language and tone of voice.

"I've spent the last 7 years trying to get away from him," she said. "Now you're pushing me back to him."

"You don't want to do this?" I asked putting my hand on her shoulder.

"It's not that," she said finishing her makeup. 

"What then?" I asked.

She got up and put a foot on the bed and rolled a stocking up her long leg, attaching it to her garter belt. She did the same for her other leg. She wiggled into a tight skirt and blouse we'd bought that morning and then stepped into high heels.

"What?" I asked again.

"Can you zip me?" she asked turning around and holding up her hair.

"Tell me what you're thinking," I said as I zipped her up.

She turned to me looking apprehensive. "Mike ... Colin's different from the others," she said rubbing my chest.  "He was my first real boyfriend. He took my virginity. I loved him Mike. I thought we'd get married. I daydreamed about it for years."

"But you don't love him anymore, right?" I said.

"No but ... I don't know. I'm just saying he's different. You see that right?"

"I get it," I said. 

There was a knock at the door. She looked at the door and then back at me. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered.

"Yeah," I said after only a moment's hesitation. "This is the hottest thing we've ever done. You'll love it. We both will."

"Okay," she said with a tight smile. "Once it starts you won't be able to stop it, okay?" 

"I get it," I said.

"Okay," she said. She rubbed my chest again and looked at the patio. I grabbed my coat and went outside. I closed the sliding door leaving a few inches open. Then she partially closed the curtains.

We'd tested it. I'd be able to see and hear everything but Colin wouldn't be able to see me. And the patio had a privacy hedge so no one would be able to see me.

"Hey Jenny," Colin said as Jen opened the door. He was holding a brown grocery bag.

"Hi." She took a step back inviting him in. He gave her a kiss hello on the cheek as he stepped in.

"You look incredible," he said looking her up and down. "As always" he added with a laugh.

"Thanks," Jen said. "We went to church this morning. I was about to change."

"Don't change on my account," he said grinning. "You look great."

"What do you feel like doing?" Jen asked.

"I thought we'd hang out, catch up," he said. He pulled a six pack and a bottle of wine from the bag. "See, the good stuff," he said pulling out one of the imported beers.

"What, no Old Milwaukee?" Jen said with a laugh.

"Are you kidding, Old Mil is high class compared to other stuff we drank in college," Colin joked. He opened two beers and handed Jen one.

"Thanks," she said laughing. 

"To old times," he said and they clinked bottles. Jen sat on the bed and Colin sat on a chair. "We had some good times right?"

"Yeah," Jen said. "Good and bad I guess."

"You know I'll always feel bad about what I did at the Crypts right?" he said. "I loved you. You dumped. I was drunk and lost it."

"You didn't love me Colin," Jen said. "Mike loved me. That's why he protected me."

"And you don't think I don't think about that every day?" he said self-reproachfully. "I'll always feel like a coward for that."

"You're not a coward Colin," Jen said dismissively. "Mike's just a hero." 

Colin winched. They were silent, drinking their beers.

After a while Colin said, "So you're still happy with him? I've heard rumors. Something about Ricky and Scott. Tom somebody."

Jen shrugged. "What about you? I heard you're dating Olivia?" If Jen and Allie were the prettiest girls at Penn State, Olivia had been the next prettiest. She was brunette and curvy like Allie instead of blonde, petite and leggy like Jen. 




Consequences Pt. 06



"We just got engaged!" he announced with a big smile. Jen smiled back and clinked his bottle in congratulations. "She'll be number wife number 3," he added with a laugh.

"Hopefully this one will stick," Jen said laughing back.

"Probably not," Colin said and they laughed. Then he got serious. "I really do compare them all to you, you know."

"Don't start, okay Colin," Jen said. 

"Do you ever think of me?" he asked. "Compare Mike to me?"

"Every man I've ever been with was just like you Colin," she said. "Except Mike. He's different."

"So you're happy with him?" he asked. "Then why am I here?"

"I don't know, why are you here Colin?" Jen asked with a nervous laugh. "You're the one with a new fiancée."

Colin shrugged. "You know me," he said with a boyish grin. "Always doing the wrong thing." His smile turned mischievous. "Enjoy the show last night? Tony saw you watching."

Jen blushed but didn't try to lie. "Have you done that before?"

"Tony and Julie swing," Colin said with a shrug. "So ... how long have you been cheating on Mike?"

"Seriously?" Jen said dismissively. "Did you really ask me that?"

"Come on Jenny, I'm not an idiot."

Jen gave him a scowl. Then she shook her head. Then a grimace. Finally she shrugged.

"While we were dating," she admitted. "Ricky was the first."

Colin gave her a "I knew it" smile. "Why didn't you hook up with me?" he said with a crooked grin.

She gave him a what-the-fuck look. "After what happened at Crypts?" she practically sneered.

"Oh yeah, right," he said. "So ... if you're happy with Mike, why the cheating?"

"Why do you think?" she said.

He chuckled. He moved from the chair to the bed, sitting next to her. He ran his finger along her shoulder. "Did you really go to church, or are you dressed this way for me?"

"You're not going to make this easy, are you?" she said.

"No I'm not," he said with a laugh. He brushed her hair and looked into her face. "God you're as beautiful as ever." Then he leaned in and kissed her.

He pushed her onto her back, kissing and fondling her. "I've missed kissing you."

"What else have you missed?" she breathed, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back.

"Your pussy," he said running his hands up and down her body. "I've been with a lot of girls, your pussy feels the best."

"You've done market research huh?" Jen said between kisses, giggling.

"You're a real marketing whiz, huh?" he said kissing up her neck, behind her ear.

"Something like that," she said, her words coming out like a moan. "Yeah," she moaned as he kissed behind her ear and caressed her breasts. "God Colin," she groaned.

"Does anyone touch you as good as me?" he said with a smug confident smile.

"You're the best," she gushed wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him to her, kissing him.

"Better than Mike?" 

"Yeah," Jen said between kisses.

"Better, or way better?"

"Really?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh. "You wanna talk about him?"

"You've been with him longer than me," Colin said with a crooked smile. "All guys want to see how they compare to their rivals."

"You're not rivals Colin," she said laughing again. "I'm his wife. He won."

"But you're here with me," he said leaning down again and kissing her.

"Yeah, I'm with you," she agreed kissing him back, letting him slip his tongue into her mouth.

They made out for long moments. When Colin pulled away both were gasping. "Better than Mike, or way better?" he asked running his finger tips from behind her ear, down her neck, and then circling her nipples. 

Jen arched her back at his touch. "Way better," she moaned.

"And I haven't even taken off your clothes yet," he said grinning.

"Then do that!" she said laughing. She moved her hands to unbutton her blouse.

"Hold on, wait," he said grasping her hands. He gave her a lecherous grin. "Strip for me, like you used to."

"Oh that's what you want huh?" she said in a teasing voice. She gave a "why not" shrug and got off the bed. "Let me put on music," she said reaching for her iPhone.

"Just no Springsteen," he joked.

"Shut up jerk," she said giving him a playful scowl. 

"You still have that playlist?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said scrolling to the "Sexy" playlist on her iPhone. It had songs like Eyes Without a Face, Pony, Buttons, She's Always In My Hair and Cream. She hit play and Usher's Nice & Slow started playing.

She turned and looked at Colin, giving him a teasing smile. He had moved to sit on the edge of the bed. She moved towards him and squeezed between his legs, leaning over and putting her arms around his neck. "You want me to strip for you huh?" she said in a sultry voice, kissing him.

"Yeah baby, just like you used to," he said moving his hands around her and squeezing her ass.

"Nope you can't touch me, don't you remember the rules?" she teased pushing his hands away.

"Fuck I forgot that part!" he said with a chuckle.

"I can touch but you can't," she said, turning so he faced her back. She reclined into him so her back pressed against his chest, and then she moved up and down in sync with the music, his face buried in her soft blonde hair.

As she slowly gyrated on him, she brought his hands to her tummy, so as she moved up and down his hands slid from her stockinged thighs over her tummy to just below her breasts.

"God Jenny take it off," he groaned. He couldn't remember the last time his cock had been so hard.

She turned around to face him, a Cheshire Cat smile on her face. "Like this?" she said slowly unbuttoning her blouse. But when it was unbuttoned, instead of taking it off she straddled his waist. "Let's take this off," she said unbuttoning his shirt.

She took off his shirt throwing it onto the floor.  She ran her fingertips over his chiseled chest. "Nice" she said admiring him. "Still working out I see" she giggled.

"Do you still work out?" he asked.

"Yeah, all the time, you got me hooked on it," she said still admiring his chest. She scraped her manicured nails light across his hard abs and six pack. 

"Mike have as good a body as me?" he asked grinning.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and brought his face close to hers. "No" she whispered and then she kissed him.

As they made out Colin tugged at Jen's blouse. "No touching remember?" Jen said but she let him take it off her. She ran her palms over his well-defined chest again. 

"You should've joined us last night," he said. "Julie wouldn't mind, and I know Tony would love getting in your pants."

"I was with Mike remember?" she said.

"I could've gotten Olivia to keep him busy," he said. "Give him a blowjob."

"Mike would never cheat on me," Jen said. 

"So you cheat, and he doesn't?" Colin said. "What is he, a fucking boy scout?"

"Shut up okay?" she said. She kissed him to make him shut up.

As they kissed Colin cupped and fondled her breasts. He moved his hand around her to unsnap her bra. "No touching," she said pulling away, gasping. She reached behind her and undid her bra, tossing it on the floor.

"No boob job yet huh?" he asked lustfully staring at her perfect small tits.

"Mike likes them just as they are," she said.

He scoffed. Then smiled knowingly. "This still get to you?" He cupped her naked tits and rolled her nipples, thumbing them.

"Fuck!" Jen moaned rolling her head back. Her nipples were so sensitive, and Colin had always known exactly how to touch them.

With her head thrown back, Colin attacked her neck, kissing up and down as he continued to fondle her breasts. He planted his lips where her neck met her shoulder and sucked hard.

"What are you doing?" she said pulling away.

"Giving you a hickey," he said with a laugh, sucking hard again.

"Are you crazy?!" she yelled pushing him away. "Mike will be back soon!" She got off him and turned off the music. "Maybe you better go Colin."

"Come on I was just having fun," he said with a laugh, pulling her back to him. He kissed her tummy. He worked his lips up her body and then sucked her nipples, sucking and rolling his tongue at the same time. Jen moaned and rolled her head back again.

As he worked her tits he reached behind and unzipped her skirt. He tugged it down her legs. 

He stopped kissing to look her over. He liked what he saw. A lot! She was just as tight and shapely as ever. She'd been tom-boyish back in college, hardly ever wearing pantyhose. Now the garter belt, stockings and high heels made her long shapely legs look un-fucking-believable. He practically salivated looking at her body!

He'd seen something before and wanted to check, so he turned her around. "Nice," he said tracing the tattoo with his finger. "When'd you get this?"

"Not too long ago," she said. "It's a henna."

"You oughta get a real one," he said.

"Everyone says that," she said with a laugh.

"Who?"

"My other lovers," she said giving him a sexy smile.

"The other guys you screw behind Mike's back?" he said grinning. "You oughta get a real one cause it'll make you look more like a slut. That's what you are, right?"

"Fuck you Colin."

"I'm not criticizing, I'm a slut too," he said laughing. "You know I can't resist a short skirt and tight pussy."

"So what am I, today's pussy?" Jen shot back.

"What am I, today's fat cock?" he said laughing again. He pulled her down onto her knees, between his legs. He pulled out his cock. "It's time to see if you're gotten any better at giving head."

"Fuck you Colin," Jen said pulling away. "I think you better go."

"I think you better blow me," he said grabbing her hair and pressing her face against his erection. "Come on, you know what to do." Holding her head with both hands he pressed his cock against her lips. He pushed down on her head until she finally swallowed him.

"Yeah baby that's good" he moaned as he moved her head up and down his cock. "Yeah, you always had a soft mouth."

She bit down on his cock.

"Fuck!" he screamed, throwing her off and onto the bed. "Did you really just bite me?"

"Fuck you Colin, just leave!" she said angrily.

"Really?" he said giving her a WTF look. He pointed at his erection. "You're just gonna leave me like this? Fuck Jenny, if you didn't want to fuck why did you invite me here?"

Jen looked Colin up and down. He had a ruggedly handsome face and a ripped body. And his cock was freaking awesome, and he knew how to use it. "Fuck it," she thought to herself.

"Come here," she said. Grinning he got on the bed, laying on his back. Jen pulled her long blonde hair to the side. Then she lowered her face and went down on him.

Colin loved watching her blow him. She was the prettiest girl he'd ever met. Watching her stunningly pretty face bopping on his long thick shaft was an incredible sight. 

"You miss my cock babe?" he said grinning, leaning up on his elbows watching her blow him. "Mike's cock as big as mine?"

"Shut up okay?" she said looking over his cock, her lips wet with saliva and pre-cum.

"Come on, tell him," he said with a laugh.

"You're bigger okay?" she said.

"I get it now, why you fuck around," he said with another laugh. "You always were a size queen. I bet he has a pencil dick, am I right?"

"Just stop okay?" she said, stroking him up and down with her hands. "How would you like it if I talked about Olivia?"

"I wouldn't give a fuck," he said with a shrug. "She's got a big ass. She's gained weight since college, working on a beer gut. Big tits though, really nice ones.  Pretty face. You're prettier though."

"God Colin you're such an ass," Jen said scornfully.

"You're better looking than Olivia, I'm here with you. I've gotten a better body than Mike, you're here with me. How are you any better than me?"

"I love Mike," Jen said simply.

"I love Olivia, I guess," Colin said with a shrug. "Doesn't mean I'm not gonna fuck other girls. Just like you Jenny. You say you love Mike.  But you fuck other guys."

Jen let his cock go. "Colin I think you should leave."

He grabbed her arms and rolled her onto her back, getting on top of her. "Stop saying that Jenny," he said. "I'm not leaving until I fuck you. You want me just as much. I know you, I see it in your face. You want my big cock."

Jen yelped as he ripped off her panties. Then she felt him press his thick bulbous cockhead between her pussy lips. "Colin –," she said, meaning to tell him to stop. But then his cock penetrated her. "Fuck ..." she groaned, her head rolling back as her eyes fluttered and her mouth formed an O.

"You miss my cock Jenny?" he said pushing more of his manhood into her. "You miss me? 

"God Colin ..." Jen moaned as more of him penetrated her.

"Mike feel this good inside you, does he?" he asked when he finally got balls deep.

"Give me a sec," Jen panted holding his muscular arms, getting use to his size. 

He leaned down and kissed her, staying deep inside but not moving. She opened her lips and let his tongue into her mouth.  

After a few minutes Colin started moving his hips back and forth. 

"Uh god," Jen groaned. She felt so full, but so good too. Now she remembered why she loved fucking him so much. Not only was his cock long and thick but it curved towards his stomach. When he pushed in his wide shaft rubbed across her clit. It did the same when he pulled out, but with opposite pressure. It was like constant stimulation to her clit, his long thick shaft rubbing back and forth, back and forth, all the while feeling so full. And he was so strong and had so much stamina he could ride her like that forever. 

She remembered how their fuck sessions lasted for hours, with her having one orgasm after another. He knew her body so well too – they'd been together for years. He'd fondle and play with all her erogenous zones while they fucked.

"Uh god, god, oh god," she moaned as she felt her first orgasm approach.

"Does Mike fuck you this good?" Colin asked as he changed his angle and rotated his hips, remembering what gave her the most pleasure.

"Uh god fuck!" Jen groaned as her orgasm hit, her back arching as bolts of orgasm pleasure ripped through her body!

"Does Mike fuck you this good?" he repeated looking down at her with a smug smile. Her body glistened with sweat and her chest heaved.

"No," she admitted, panting, trying to catch her breath.

"I fuck you better than him?" Colin said wanting to admit who was the better fuck.

"Yeah," she admitted, her chest heaving, trying to catch her breathe.

They fucked for another 30 minutes. Colin was able to last a long time since he'd had both Julie and Olivia last night. And he wanted to make an impression on Jen, wanted to etch in her mind and body how much better he was in bed compared to Mike. 

When he finally came he shot his seed deep inside her. He was surprised she hadn't made him wear a condom. While she was probably on the pill, he relished the possibility he might've gotten her pregnant (and he knew he was very fertile, he'd already fathered a half dozen babies). He regretted the beating in Crypts, but he still hated Mike. Impregnating Jen with his baby would be the ultimate "fuck you!" to Mike. (Of course, Colin didn't know Jen was already pregnant.)

"That was fucking amazing!" he gushed as he pulled out and fell onto the bed. 

Jen didn't say anything, still panting from Colin's hard fucking. She'd lost the high heels at some point and her stockings were heavily laddered. Colin had pounded her really hard.

When her breathing returned to normal she rolled off the bed and stood up. "You better go Colin." 

"Come on babe, give me a few minutes and I'll be ready to go again," he said grinning.

"You have to go," Jen insisted. "Mike will be back soon." 

She went into the bathroom. After a few minutes she put on a robe and stepped out of the bathroom. To her relief Colin was dressed. He put his arms around her and kissed her. After what they'd just done it felt foolish to resist, so she kissed him back.

"You better go," she said pulling out of his arms.

"You're gonna be home for the holidays?" He asked. "Let's get together."

"We'll see," she said noncommittally. She let him kiss her again, then he was gone.

She tightened the robe around her and opened the door to the patio. 



Consequences Pt. 07



Mike was sitting on the patio chair. It was unseasonably warm for State College, but still it was a little chilly. He had his coat on. 

He looked bothered. That didn't surprise her. She tugged his shoulder. "Come in baby, he's gone."

The bed was a mess. Jen laid towels on the mattress. She undressed Mike, tenderly kissing him as she did. She took off the robe and they got into bed. Mike pulled the blanket over them. She snuggled into his arms.

"Are you okay?" she asked, knowing he wasn't.

"I'm not sure," he said. 

Laying on her stomach she got on her elbows and looked at him. "I told you it'd be different. I have a lot of history with Colin." 

"Yeah, I get that now," he said nodding, looking bothered. "You used to do strip teases for him?"

"Yeah," Jen said. No sugarcoating. "We had a pole dancing project in modern dance once. Colin saw me practicing. I think it started with that."

"Did you strip for him a lot?" 

Jen nodded. "He liked it," she said with a shrug. "It was just something we did. We went out a long time Mike. It's just like us, we have things we do."

"You've never done a strip tease for me," Mike said.

"Yes I have baby," she insisted gently. "But you don't liked it as much."

"Okay, yeah," Mike said. Now that he thought about it, he remembered Jen doing strip teases for him. She even used the same iTunes playlist. That made him feel better, that she hadn't saved the playlist out of memory for Colin.

She leaned over and kissed him. She ran her hand down his chest to his penis. He was hard. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him. "Ask me more questions," she said. She knew this was a lot he got out of the game, talking about her hookups. And it got her hot too.

He moaned at her touch. "Not so fast, I don't want to cum yet," he said.

"Okay," she said slowing her pace. "Did you cum watching?"

"Yeah," he admitted sheepishly. "You really enjoyed fucking him," he said, part question, part observation.

"I did," she said knowing it was important to his fantasy and excitement that she tell the truth.

"What about him turns you on?"

"Well ... he has a great body." She giggled.

"Better than mine, right? You told him that."

"Did I?" she said evasively. "You know I love your body baby," she said kissing his chest.

"His body is hard though," Mike said. "My body's soft."

"Your body's not soft Mike," she assured him. "You're just not a gym rat like Colin. You've got more important things to do. You're really smart." She kissed his chest again. "That's sexy too."

"But Colin's body turns you on more than mine," he said, pressing.

She knew comparisons turned him on. "Yeah, his body turns me on more than yours," she said. As she said it she felt his cock jerk in her hand.

"His cock feels good inside you?" Mike asked his voice hoarse.

She nodded. "You saw how it's curved?" she asked. "When he's on top it rubs against me."

"Your clit?" he asked excitedly. "It looked like he made you cum a lot."

"Yeah, he did."

"Does it only work when he's on top?"

"From behind too," she said. "Sometimes it rubs against my g-spot." She giggled. "That really drives me crazy," she gushed.

"Have I ever hit your g-spot?"

"Um, I don't think so," she said hesitantly. She didn't say it, but they were both thinking the same thing. His cock wasn't near long enough to hit her g-spot. 

She saw the distress on his face and stroked his cheek. "Are you okay baby? You wanted this, right?"

"It wasn't the sex," he said. "It's just ... you two seemed so familiar. You knew so much about each other. Even when you fought, it was like you were continuing an old conversation." Jen suspected this bothered him the most. She'd let it happen with Colin, giving in to the familiarity and closeness of their past relationship. She'd known it'd make Mike jealous and upset. The idea of her getting together with old boyfriends turned him on, but he had to understand old boyfriends differed from casual hookups. There were consequences.

When she didn't answer he asked, "He got you into working out?"

"Colin was always at the gym," she explained. "I started going there to be with him."

"I get it," Mike said still clearly bothered. "In my head I get it. These things about you ... that make you ... I never knew they started with him."

"We were together for a long time. We have history." She squeezed his hand. "Are you sure you want to see me with my old boyfriends? Think how it'd be with Tom, with this inside me." She pressed his hand against her tummy. "What if I start dating Ricky again? I'd be in California all the time. We'd hardly see each other. Is that what you want?"

"What are you saying?"

"You need to think about what you ask me to do," she told him.

"What do you want?" Mike asked.

"Mike ...," she began, looking pained, torn. "I get lost in the game sometimes. I need you to set limits."

"... I'm not sure I can," Mike admitted, looking tortured too. "This is all so hot."

They were silent for long moments. Jen finally broke the silence. "Why don't we say no old boyfriends?" she suggested. Mike didn't say anything, but he half nodded agreement.

She rolled over and pulled him on top of her. "I want you inside me," she said reaching down and guiding him into her.

He easily pushed balls deep into her. "You feel good," he moaned. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed as they made love.

The next morning they flew back to New York. They kissed goodbye at LaGuardia and took separate cabs to work.

"How was Homecoming?" Allie asked later that morning.

"You won't believe what happened," Jen whispered closing her office door. She recounted what happened.

Allie's eyes grew wide. "Colin? You two are so out of control," she said awestruck at the end. "He fucked Tony's wife too?"

"You know how they are," Jen said, not surprised Tony let Colin have sex with his wife.

"Yeah," Allie said with a laugh. A mischievous smile crept onto her face. "So how was he?"

"He's still Colin," Jen said smiling back.

"It was good?" Allie pressed.

"It was freaking awesome," Jen admitted with smile. "It was weird though, being with him again." 

"Mike got upset?" Allie asked.

"Yeah," Jen said. "I knew he would. He wants things that aren't good for us. I needed to show him that."

"Like you didn't enjoy it," Allie playfully teased.

"Well ..." Jen said with a knowing smile. Then she asked "Why weren't you at Homecoming?"

Allie shrugged. "I told you, the party girl thing is getting old."

"You're serious about settling down?" Jen asked amazed. "Are you dating anyone?"

"All the guys I meet are assholes like Scott," she said with a resigned grimace.

That evening Jen undressed as they got ready for bed. She put on his old frat t-shirt. He watched as she brushed her hair. 

"Come here," he said patting the bed.

She laid down and he pushed the shirt up. She was showing a little now, her stomach a little rounded. He kissed and caressed her tummy. He pulled her panties off. Her pussy looked like a high schooler's, a short slit formed by two thin lips pressed tightly together, the skin just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. He rubbed his thumb across the bare skin above her clit. "You're still shaving it?"

"For now," she said. 

He lightly traced his finger over the bare skin. His finger continued down her slit between the thin lips.

She rested on her elbows, watching him caress her. "Do you think it'll look pretty after the baby?" she asked.

"Your pussy will always be perfect," he assured her running his finger up her slit and then circling her clit. 

"I won't be as tight," she said.

"You'll always feel incredible," he assured her. He got between her legs. He put one of her legs over his shoulder and went down on her.

She arched her back and rolled her head back. "Yeah like that," she moaned as he worked his magic with his tongue.

He paused long enough to ask "Are you sore from yesterday?" 

"A little," she said her eyes closing as he licked her again. "That feels good."

Mike got her worked up but not so much to make her climax. He pulled his mouth away but continued to lightly stroke between her pussy lips.

"What are you doing?" she panted. She was close.

"What do you think about when I'm going down on you?" he asked.

"Mike please I'm close," she whined frustrated.

"I'll make you cum," he promised, at the same time teasingly rubbing a finger across her clit. "Who do you think about? Colin?"

"We said no old boyfriends," she said.

"We're just talking," Mike said. "Come on, tell me what you fantasize about."

"I don't know," she said. "Sometimes ..."

"What?" he prompted.

"... sometimes I fantasized about being forced," she finally admitted.

"Like a rape fantasy?" Mike asked.

"No ... sorta ... I don't know," she said with an embarrassed giggle. "More like, he makes me do things."

"Like he's controlling you?" Mike said. Her fantasy didn't surprise him, all her lovers were confident arrogant guys who took what they wanted. 

"Yeah," she said. After a moment's hesitation she added "You're in my fantasies too."

"I'm the one controlling you?" he asked surprised. 

"No. You're watching another guy controlling me." She hesitated then added "He's controlling you too."

Mike pictured the fantasy in his head. "That's hot," he said with a sheepish smile.

"I knew you'd think so!" she said with a relieved giggle.

"So are you gonna make that fantasy come true?" he said with a lecherous grin.

She pulled his face back to her pussy. "Make me cum and we'll talk about it."

A couple weekends later Jen called Allie. "How about drinks tonight?" she asked. "I want to introduce you to someone."

"A blind date?" Allie groaned. "God do I look that desperate?"

"Come on you'll like him," Jen said laughing. 

Allie warily approached the bar later that night. "Hi," she said seeing Jen. The best friends hugged hello.

"Hi Allie," Mike said guardedly. If it was possible to hug without touching each other, they did that.

Jen took Allie's arm. "Allie, you remember Joe? Mike's brother."

"Oh yeah," Allie said trying to hide her disappointment. "Hi." She gave Joe a tentative hug hello.

The two couples ordered drinks (Jen got a Perrier). Soon they were talking and laughing, having a good time. Mike and Allie rarely spoke directly to each other so it was up to Jen and Joe to keep the conversation going. Joe was so charming and outgoing that soon everyone was having a good time.

"We have news," Mike said to his older brother. He smiled into Jen's face and she smiled back. "We're gonna have a baby," he said lovingly rubbing Jen's tummy.

"Oh my god that's great news!" Joe gushed. He hugged Jen and Mike, and then all 4 were hugging.

Allie gave Mike a crooked grin. "Come here bubble boy," she said and gave him a big hug.

Mike and Jen had told their parents and her sister earlier. They'd all been as thrilled as Joe.

Sometime later Allie hooked her arm in Jen's and pulled her away to the bathroom. "Jen honey," she said cautiously. "I like Joe -- he's really nice -- but he's not my type."

"Oh my god, we're not setting you up with Joe!" Jen said with a startled laugh. "Joe's here for a checkup."

"Checkup?"

"Yeah," Jen said. "You know he's a cancer survivor?"

"Oh yeah," Allie said remembering. "Is he okay?"

"Yeah," Jen said. "He gets a checkup every few months." Her eyes sparkled. "Joe's a cutie though, don't you think? He's really sweet."

"Yeah, he's hot," Allie agreed. "It's just ..."

"I know, he's not your type," Jen laughed. "Joe's too much like Mike. Don't worry, I know your type. Actually, he's more Mike's friend that mine. Your date."

"Who is he?" Allie asked dying to know.

"It was Mike's idea," Jen said.

"Who Jen?!" Allie said impatiently.

"Come on," Jen said with another laugh, hooking Allie's arm and walking back to the table.

As they approached Joe was gone. "Where's Joe?" Jen said looking disappointed.

"He had to take off, he's meeting friends for dinner," Mike said.

"He couldn't wait to say goodbye?" Jen said disappointed. She really liked her brother.

"He said he'll stop by tomorrow morning before his flight home," Mike said with a laugh.

Mike looked at Allie. He motioned behind him. He said "Allie, this is my friend Darren."

"Oh," Allie said looking up at the handsome, broad shouldered black man. 

Sometime later Allie pulled Jen away to the bathroom. "He's YOUR Darren, right?" Allie asked.

"He's not mine," Jen said with a laugh. "But yeah, he's the Darren I told you about."

"You think he's my type?" Allie asked skeptically.

"You're attracted to black guys, right?" Jen said knowing Allie often dated black men. "He's kinky." Jen laughed. "Would you really be happy with a normal guy?"

The next morning the phone rang. "It's Allie!" Jen excitedly said to Mike looking at the screen. 

"Tell me everything!" Jen demanded like an excited teenager. 

"We talked all night," Allie said sounding tired but happy. "He just left."

"And?"

"He's into wild things," Allie said. She laughed. "He's like a reverse bubble boy." She got serious. "He said he's looking for a steady girlfriend."

"Do you like him?"

"Yeah, I think so." Allie said. Jen heard a smile in her voice. "He says he wants to keep playing with other people. He says I should keep playing too. Like an open relationship."

"Are you okay with that?" Jen asked. "You said the party life thing was getting old."

"I know, but ... it might be different if I had a steady boyfriend. Like having your cake and eating it too. I get better why you like your game so much."

"So ... how was the sex?" Jen asked.

"We didn't do it," Allie said conspiratorially, a smile in her voice. "We just talked. It was kinda nice."

Later that morning Mike told Jen he had to go to work for a conference call with Japanese investors. "I'll be home by dinner. Don't forget, Joe is stopping by."

Jen thought about getting dressed. She still wore just Mike's old college shirt and fluffy pink socks. Then she thought of Joe coming over and a mischievous smile formed on her pretty face. 

She loved flirting, and she'd had a mild flirtation going on with Joe for years, ever since Mike introduced his older brother to her. Just harmless flirting, nothing outrageous.

She wasn't often alone with Joe and couldn't resist teasing a little. She went into the bathroom and brushed her long hair to a golden luster. She put on a little wet lipstick. She left the t-shirt and socks on. 

She was braless underneath and wore only the comfy VS cotton panties she'd slept in the night before. Feeling naughty, she took those off and put on a pink lacy thong.

Joe arrived a little later. "Do you have time for coffee?" she asked. She led him into the kitchen and she went to the cabinet for a cup. She reached on her tiptoes for a cup on a high shelf (even though there were ones on the counter), knowing Joe would get a good look at her long shapely legs and even the bottom of her almost bare ass. When she turned around he quickly looked away, looking guilty. She pretended not to notice, smiling inside.

They went into the living room, sitting on opposite ends of the sofa. She had one leg under her. They laughed and talked about everything. They'd always gotten along. He was happy-go-lucky like her, different from Mike's seriousness. She suspected he was that way because of the cancer, wanting to live each day to the fullest.

Paradoxically, Joe was terribly shy around girls despite his outgoingness. Again she suspected the cancer was the reason as he had a hard time keeping a steady girlfriend with his bouts in the hospital. 

Joe made a joke about how Penn State had barely beaten Northwestern. "They won by 2 touch downs you jerk!" she said kicking him. She let her foot linger on his lap for a moment, then pulled her legs back under her. 

He left a little after that. She smiled and kinda shrugged to herself. She enjoyed flirting and it was all just harmless.

**************

A few weeks later ...

Johnny stepped into Jen's office. "Jen got a minute?" he said. Johnny was Jen's boss.

"What's up?" Jen said looking up from her Mac.

"It's your big day," Johnny said smiling.

"What do you mean?" Jen asked not understanding.

"Come on," Johnny said and he led her to the elevators. He punched the button for the executive floor. As they rode up Johnny gave her a knowing grin. "I heard there was a blowout pool party in Vegas."

"I wouldn't know," Jen said looking innocent.

"You're lucky you're so damn talented," he said laughing. 

Johnny led her to Mr. Winters' office. He was one of the most powerful partners in their agency. Mr. Winters was inside, along with 3 other senior partners. They were all beaming at her. 

"Jen, the partners have met and we've voted unanimously to make you a partner," Mr. Winters said with a big smile. 

"Oh my god, that's incredible news, thank you!" Jen gushed, shocked. She was only 26. No one ever made partner until they were in their thirties.

"You deserve it," Frank another partner gushed. "Your Kelloggs and Google campaigns were simply brilliant. And made the firm a great deal of money by the way." They all laughed.

"This is incredible, thank you!" Jen gushed. With a big smile she asked, "Allie's making partner too right?"

All the men frowned. Mr. Winters said "Allie's very talented, we think very highly of her. But we see her on a more conventional partnership track. I'm sure she'll make partner in a few years."

"Wait," Jen said. She was frowning too. "Kelloggs and Google wouldn't have happened without Allie. I'm good at pitches, but Allie's much better at implementation."

"Allie is good at implementation," Johnny agreed. "But Jen, you're selling yourself short, it was your leadership that made it happen. You know how this works. Rainmakers make the big bucks and you're a rainmaker. Allie's not."

Jen looked at Johnny and then at the partners. "I'm sorry sirs," she said taking a step back. "I don't mean to be ungrateful." She teared up. "Johnny, god, you've done so much for me, all of you have, I owe you so much. But it wouldn't be right for me to be partner and Allie not. I'm sorry, but I'd rather just stay in my current position."

"I told you," Johnny said to the other partners after Jen left. "Jen and Allie are really tight."

"She's loyal, I'll give her that," Frank said shaking his head. "But we can't make both Jen AND Allie partner, they're not even 27 yet."

"If we don't make Jen partner she's gonna get poached by our competition," Mr. Winters said. "We can't risk losing her, we've got the Memphis pitch coming up."

"I haven't told her about Memphis yet," Johnny said.

"No way we win that account without Jen," Frank said. 

"That's what I'm saying," Mr. Winters said. He shrugged uncaringly. "What's the big deal if we make Allie partner too? She'll make it anyway in a few years. We need Jen."

"Oh my god, I'm gonna be partner!" Allie squealed. 

"We both are!" Jen squealed back. They hugged and jumped up and down like school girls.

"Jen ... Johnny told me what you did for me," Allie said with an almost shy grin. 

"You earned this on your own Allie," Jen assured her.

"I know, Johnny said I would've made it anyway, eventually," Allie said smiling. "I'm just saying ... thanks." They hugged again.

"How's it going with Darren?" Jen asked.

"Great!" Allie gushed. "I really like him."

"Have you had sex yet?" Jen whispered with a sparkle in her eye.

"I couldn't resist!" Allie said with a delighted giggle. "God he's so incredible!" Before Jen could comment she added "I know you've been with him. I don't want to talk about it okay? It would be like if I dated Mike before you. You wouldn't want to hear about it, right?"




Consequences Pt. 07



"Yeah, I get it," Jen said. "It's getting serious?"

"I want him to stop seeing other girls," Allie said. "Or couples ... whatever." She giggled. She got serious again. "I told him I'd stop seeing anyone else too." 

"Wow, you ARE serious," Jen said surprised.

"Maybe we'll open up our relationship later," Allie said with an I-don't-know shrug. "But starting out I want it to be exclusive, you know?"

"Yeah, I completely get it," Jen said.

They went out that weekend to celebrate, Mike, Jen, Allie and Darren. 

"How's it working with Allie?" Mike asked Darren when the girls went to the bathroom.

"Great, she's an incredible lady," Darren gushed. "Damn Mike, first you save my career, then you hook me up with my dream girl. I owe you big time mate!"

"You two are going exclusive?" Mike said. "What about Stacy?" 

"She and Jim will find someone else to play with," Darren said unconcerned. "I don't know Mike. I never thought I'd give up the big black cock thing. But I never met a girl like Allie before."

Darren saw the sudden distress on Mike's face. "What's wrong mate?"

"It's just ... sometimes I wish it could just be me and Jen."

Darren gave Mike a reassuring pat on the back. "It's just what you're into Mike. You both like it. Nothing wrong with that."

"I made Jen hook up with one of her old boyfriends. Her first real boyfriend, they dated forever."

"You made her?" Darren asked looking skeptical.

"Okay, I didn't make her," Mike said with a laugh. "I pushed her though." He hesitantly added, "It really bothered me, seeing her with him. They knew each other so well. So comfortable with each other." 

"Then maybe you shouldn't go there again Mike," Darren suggested.

Mike shrugged, then gave an awkward laugh. "We agreed no old boyfriends."

"If it bothered you that much, that's probably a good idea," Darren chuckled. 

"It really turned me on though," Mike said. His voice turned to a whisper. "It scares me sometimes Darren, my fantasies. It's like ... I get turned on the most if there's risk I'll lose her. How fucked up is that?"

"It's not fucked up Mike," Darren said reassuringly. "That's what the cuck fantasy is all about. But you gotta be careful mate. You gotta keep it a fantasy. Pushing Jen to date old boyfriends. Not a good idea. That's really stirring the pot. There are a lot of old emotions there. Do you really want to do that?"

Mike felt flushed. He was having troubling breathing. Just talking about it turned him on. "Darren -- that's what makes it so hot."

After lunch they decided to go to MOMA. Despite having been to New York countless times, Darren had never toured the museum.

Jen and Allie walked ahead with Mike and Darren a few feet behind.

"How's your sexy game?" Allie asked hooking her arm in Jen's. "Hooking up with Colin again?"

"We decided no old boyfriends," Jen said. "Mike got kinda upset at Homecoming."

"Well, hello!" Allie said with a laugh, rolling her eyes. Turning serious, she asked "Are you okay? You barely ate anything at lunch."

"I'm starting to feel sick all the time," Jen said grimacing at the prospect of months with morning sickness. Just then her iPhone buzzed. "Oh god," she said looking at the text. 

"What?"

"It's Colin. He's been sexting me, wanting to get together again. Oh my god." She glanced back to make sure Mike wasn't looking. Then she handed the phone to Allie. 

Allie looked. Colin had texted Jen a picture of his erect cock and his lean six pack. "God what a creep," she said derisively. She gave the picture a longer look. "Kinda impressive though," she said. She'd never seen Colin nude. His cock was as big and magnificent as Darren's.

Jen took the phone back and looked at the picture. "Yeah," she agreed. Colin DID have an amazing body and an even more impressive manhood.

It happened in a split second.

Allie stopped at the crosswalk, seeing the truck speeding to beat the red light.

Looking at the picture of Colin's impressive manhood, Jen didn't see the truck. She walked into the street right in the path of the big speeding truck.

Seeing it happening, Darren yelled "Jen!"

Allie and people on the sidewalk screamed!

Jen turned and saw the truck. She froze. The truck was only feet away rambling towards her, its horn blaring and brakes screeching. She knew she was going to die. She only had time to whispered "Mike ..."

Then suddenly she was pushed away! She was thrown all the way to the safety of the other sidewalk! 

She heard a sickening "THUNK!" as the truck slammed into human flesh!

It was Mike. He'd pushed Jen to safety a split second before the truck hit her. 

Jen screamed "MIKE!" as she saw him lifeless in the middle of the street.

*

[Author's note: There are 2 acts to Consequences. This ends the first act.]



Consequences Pt. 08



[Author's note: Everyone in this story is 18 or older.]



Mike's mom and dad got to the hospital later that day. Joe was with them. "How is he?" his mom asked crying.

"He's stable," Allie said. "He has some broken bones. The doctors are more concerned about internal bleeding."

"Oh my god," his mom cried, her hand going to her mouth.

"The doctors think he'll be okay," Darren assured them.

"Are sorry, who are you?" Mike's dad said.

"Sorry Mr. Andrews," Allie said. "This is Darren, my boyfriend." 

Joe looked around. "Where's Jen?" he asked concerned. 

Everyone looked at Allie. Tears welled up in her eyes. "She lost the baby."

"Oh no," Mike's mom wailed.

Later Jen was released from care. She joined Mike in his room. She sobbed seeing him laying broken and unconscious in the bed.

The doctor came in later. "He's stable," he assured her. "We've stopped the internal bleeding. His right leg is broken. He's very lucky though. He should make a full recovery."

"Oh thank god!" Jen cried, hugging Mike's mom, dad and Joe.

The hospital released Mike a week later. He was weak and had a cast on his right leg but otherwise he was okay.

"I'm okay baby," Mike assured Jen later at home. She'd been around him constantly, not letting him out of her sight. "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay," she said looking down. Suddenly she started crying. "I'm sorry, can't help it."

"It's okay ... we lost our baby," Mike said hugging her. Tears welled up in his eyes.

"You're upset about the baby too?" she asked seeing the tears in his eyes.

"What do you mean?" he said not understanding. "Of course I'm upset."

Jen cried tears of relief, burying her head in Mike's chest. "I thought I'd have to grieve by myself!" she sobbed.

"Honey it was our baby," he assured her, emphasizing "our." They held each other as they cried and mourned the loss of their unborn baby.

Later that week Jen worked up the courage to confess to Mike. "I was looking at a text from Colin," she confessed. "That's why I didn't see the truck."

"What did he say?" 

Jen didn't want to show him. She was too ashamed, too guilty. But she had to show him. She couldn't survive this without him knowing everything.

She handed him her cell phone. Mike looked at the picture of Colin's well defined abs and hard cock on the screen. "He sent you this?" Mike said shocked. "You were looking at this?"

She nodded.

"What were you thinking?" he said angrily. "At the time, what were you thinking?"

She didn't want to say it, but she knew she had to confess, come clean. "I was thinking he looked really good."

A cloud came over Mike's face. He couldn't stand to look at his wife at that moment. He felt betrayed. "I need some time," he said looking away from her. "Leave me alone."

"Mike please!" she sobbed grabbing his arm. "I feel terrible about this! I need you! Please don't turn away from me!"

"Jen ... I just need some time okay?" he said not looking at her. She left sobbing. 

He felt numb. He'd risked his life, gotten really hurt. Worse – so much worse – they'd lost their baby. It HAD been their baby. He'd gotten over the sperm coming from Tom. That didn't matter. Their baby. It'd been his baby, he was the father. A tear fell down his cheek at their loss.

But ... he knew it was unfair to blame Jen. Of course she'd look at the picture. What girl wouldn't? Of course she found Colin hot. They'd talked about it. 

Yes, she'd gotten distracted crossing the street. But how many times had he looked at his phone as he crossed New York City streets? Many times a day probably. It'd just been terrible tragic timing. 

It wasn't her fault. But she'd bear the guilt of this the rest of her life. God, he felt bad for being so hard on her.

"Mike?" he heard her say tentatively at the door. "Can I come in?"

"Yeah," he said. He held out his arms. She got onto the bed and snuggled into his chest.

"I'm so sorry," she sobbed.

"I'm sorry too, it wasn't your fault, it wasn't," he said holding her. They cried holding each other.

***********

It took a few weeks before I started feeling like myself. I still had the cast on but I managed to get around on crutches. 

Jen got assigned to lead a pitch for Memphis Global, the big worldwide retail conglomerate. They owned everything from grocery stores to pharmacies to car dealerships to furniture stores. They recently acquired the Best Buy, Staples and Home Depot retail chains, and they negotiating to buy CarMax. They controlled similar retail outlets in Europe and Japan, and had begun expanding into the growing and potentially huge Chinese markets.

This was a really big one, way bigger than Google if she could bring it in. She stayed home a lot with me, working from home. She was getting a lot of pressure from her partners to throw herself into the pitch, but she insisted on staying home. 

She relied on Allie to carry a lot of the ball and I could tell it was stressing everyone out, especially her. But she insisted on staying home to take care of me, even though I told her I was fine and she should go do what she needed to do to land Memphis. When I recovered enough to return to work, I finally managed to convince her I was okay and she returned to work too.

She started working longer hours. Then she started traveling for meetings with Memphis execs, all over the world. Some weeks I'd only see her on weekends, and often she had to work then too. I missed her, but I was really proud of her. She was so talented, and it was really cool the way everyone respected her.

Despite being apart we were closer than ever. We did a lot of snuggling and hugging when we were together, a lot of talking and laughing. It was all good, I felt really close to her.

We hadn't had sex since the accident. We'd gotten each other off a few times – once or twice every couple of weeks maybe -- but no intercourse sex. 

Why? I think for a lot of reasons. We both had to recover physically. Even after I'd recovered inside, the cast made intercourse difficult. More so though we were recovering emotionally. 

There was a lot to process. We'd lost our baby. Should we try to have another one? Most importantly, how did our game factor into that? 

We didn't talk about it, but we were still into the game. That type of thing – those urges -- didn't just go away. We both had these intense desires. I knew I did. And I was sure Jen did too. She'd enjoyed the game so much. You can't just turn that kind of thing off.

The fact Tom had gotten Jen pregnant ... that really turned me on and, at some level, it turned Jen on too. Should we explore that fantasy? What seemed like an impossible taboo before didn't seem so impossible now. I could and would accept the baby as my own, no matter where the sperm came from. We both knew that now. 

Jen and Allie turned 27 (their birthdays were just a few days apart). Her team stopped working long enough to take them to happy hour to celebrate and they invited me of course.

I camped out at a table. It was too hard to mingle on crutches. Jen sat next to me. I got a scotch. She hesitated, then ordered a Cosmo. She could drink again, there was no reason not to. 

"You should take it slow," I said putting my hand on hers. She hadn't had alcohol for months, I didn't want her to get drunk (unless she wanted to). 

"I know baby," she said squeezing my hand back.

We got our drinks. The party was at full force by then. "You don't have to hang around me," I said with a laugh. I knew she wanted to socialize, that's how she was.

"I wanna be with you," she insisted.

"We have later tonight," I assured her. "Go ahead, have fun with your friends, it's your birthday." I gave her a grin. "You know I like watching you."

She grinned back at me. It was the first time we'd mentioned the game since the accident. "Okay mister, you asked for it." She got up and did her social butterfly thing.

I loved watching her. She moved around so gracefully thanks to her years of studying dance, like an elegant ballerina. She looked great. She'd gotten more into yoga lately. Exercising was like therapy to her. She had classes on her iPad, so even when she traveled she got in a work out. Her body was as firm and toned as ever. She looked amazing! I'd gained a few pounds since the accident, since I couldn't move around well with the cast. As I often did, I thought how lucky I was to have such a beautiful and sexy wife.

She bopped around and socialized. With her beauty and bubbly personality she was always the center of attention. I got aroused seeing her flirting. Flirting was part of her personality, she couldn't turn it off, but it wasn't too outrageous. Still this was the first time I'd seen her flirting with other guys since the accident, and it got me hard.

Darren was there with Allie. "You doing okay mate?" he said with an affectionate knock on my cast.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said. "How're you and Allie?"

"Brilliant!" he gushed. "She's an amazing girl. I owe you big time for introducing us."

"How're Jim and Stacy?" I asked lowering my voice. 

"Still in Australia," Darren said also speaking low. "We email sometimes. Don't tell Allie that okay? It's a sensitive issue."

"I get it. They're okay?"

"Yeah. She's getting big. They talk about getting together after the baby, when they move back to London. They want to continue the relationship. Jim's into that, it gets him really hot."

"I get that," I said my throat going dry. I totally understood Jim. It was just like how I wanted Jen to keep fucking Tom, before the accident.

Darren chuckled seeing my flushed face. He knew this was turning on. He was into it too, and he admitted as much. "It gets me hot too, the BBC stuff," he said. He shrugged. "Allie doesn't want me hooking up with Stacy though. I guess maybe we could swing with Stacy and Jim." He smiled, but it looked like a grimace. "I don't want her with another guy though." 

He seemed to remember who he was talking to and looked embarrassed. "Sorry mate," he apologized. "I know that's your thing. But I don't want my girl with other guys."

"That's okay Darren, I get it," I said. 

That night in bed I spooned Jen. She was wearing my old college shirt. Often when we spooned I cupped her breasts, but not in a sexual way. But this time I fondled her and rubbed her nipples. I was hot after seeing her flirt and also talking to Darren.

She turned around and we kissed. I was afraid she wouldn't be into it, but it got passionate pretty fast. I knew I was going to get some when she got on her knees and pulled off my shirt.

"I want to be inside you," I told her between kisses. I really did too. We hadn't had intercourse since the accident and I wanted to feel myself inside her.

"I want that too," she said and I could tell she meant it. God that made me feel so good!

Because of the cast we had to do it with her on top. She straddled my lap but she didn't put me inside her immediately. Instead she slowly stroked me.

We were silent for long moments. It was the elephant in the room, and we couldn't put off talking about it anymore. 

"Are you back on the pill" I finally asked.

She shook her head no. "I wasn't sure ..."

There it was. Were we going to try again? And how did our game fit into this? 

I'm not sure we were ready to decide, or even talk about it. I said, "I should wear a condom."

She hesitated, then said agreed. "Okay," she said. "But not this time. I want to completely feel you in me." She guided me into her. 

Oh god. Her pussy felt SO FUCKING GOOD!

"Just tell me when you're cumming okay?" she said.

"Okay," I gasped. I knew I wasn't going to last long. 

She moved up and down on me. We were hugging, her face almost touching mine. There was so much love in her face for me. I can't tell you how wonderful it felt, so incredible to be loved by such a perfect girl. I had never been happier in my entire life!

"You're the bravest man I've ever met Mike," she said as she rocked back and forth, so much emotion in her eyes and voice. "I love you so much. I could never love any other man. Never, never ..." We kissed.

"I'm cumming!" I said urgently moments later.

She quickly got off of me. She swallowed me and I finished in her mouth. 

I knew she hadn't cum. Did she look disappointed I'd cum so fast? I hadn't given her any chance to cum, I'd been so hot for her.

I went down on her. Afterwards we fell asleep holding each other.

The next morning she left on another week-long business trip. I took my time getting ready for work. 

In reality I didn't need to work anymore. I had way more money than we could ever spend, literally lifetimes of money. I had developed the basic concepts of Sapphire back in college. I got patents on them, so I owned Sapphire. Sure, my partners made a lot of money on Sapphire, so did a lot of other people like Darren and all the investors, but I'd always get my share whether I worked or not. 

Sometimes I thought about retiring. I loved reading books. I could spend all day in the library reading books, and then come home and make Jen dinner and be with her. Jen could retire too if she wanted but I knew she'd never do that. She wasn't a loner like me who could spend all day alone reading books. She had to be around people, around the excitement. That was okay with me. I wouldn't mind spending my life taking care of her and whatever babies we had. I'd be happy being a Mr. Mom as long as I had her.

I fantasized about Jen with other men. Like, all the time. But especially when she worked late or traveled. Being apart played into my fantasies. I thought about her having an affair, cheating on me. Just the words "affair" or "adultery" got me hot.

I looked in the table next to the bed where we kept condoms. There weren't many left. I decided to stop by the drugstore and get more. I didn't know where this was going but the possibility got me dizzy with excitement.

Given our lifestyle, there were other condoms in the drawer, all XXL. They were for her lovers not me. My small cock would be lost in condoms that size. In a fit of uncontrolled lust, I took those condoms and threw them away. Then I masturbated furiously thinking about Jen getting fucked bareback by another man.

Later at the Duane Reade I bought a big box of the small size condoms. With my lust sated (at least temporarily), some common sense returned so I also bought two boxes of XXL condoms. The cashier was a young pretty girl. She gave me a quizzical look at the different size condoms but was too polite to say anything. I avoided her eyes and tried not to blush.

At home later that night I put the small condoms and one box of the XXLs in the bedside table. I put the other XXL box on the kitchen counter where we drop our keys at night. I didn't want to forget giving them to Jen. I didn't know how many she had in her purse (if any). If we were going to start playing the game again I wanted to be prepared.

She got home and we were busy all weekend. We had a party to go to, and we had dinner with Allie and Darren planned too. Before we knew it the weekend was over. Monday morning I noticed the XXL condoms were gone from the kitchen counter. That night when Jen wasn't looking I checked her purse. The condoms were there. I counted them. All there. 

Sometimes I wondered if I would've been as obsessed with the cuckold fantasy if I'd married a different girl, a girl not as pretty as Jen. The cuckold fantasy doesn't work if you don't have a really pretty wife. Any girl – even not so pretty girls – can get picked up and laid if they want. As one frat brother used to say, it doesn't matter what she looks like after the lights are off.

But to really work the cuckold fantasy, your wife has to be REALLY pretty. Because then she's chased and desired by a lot of guys, really hot guys, confident players who don't care she's wearing a wedding ring. These guys not only want to bed her but make her their own, like owning the fastest car or the biggest high def TV.

My Jen was really pretty. And really hot. She was fresh faced and gorgeous. Her soft blonde hair, blue eyes and small breasts made her look younger than she was and achingly innocent. She had a firm butt and amazing long legs. Really incredible legs. She walked on her toes like an elegant ballerina. Her tits were small but, well, I liked that, some guys do. What she had was perfect, rounded and full, with upturned perky nipples. She was truly a wet dream.

She was flirty. She couldn't turn it off. Even before the game, before Ricky happened, she'd flirt with guys while standing right next to me, while we held hands even! She couldn't help herself. She liked male attention. She liked turning heads. When I called her on it, she'd apologize and make up for it (usually with great make up sex), then she'd do it again the next day! That's how she was. I accepted it because I loved her so much.

On top of all that, she was a really sensual person. She really loved sex! Once she got her cum face on she was lost. My cuckold fantasies started because she couldn't resist Colin's body after we'd started going out.

So, would I've been such a cuckold if I'd ended up with someone else? I didn't think so. I'd probably still have fantasies, maybe even acted on some of them. But Jen was like fuel on the fire with me. We played off each other. We were the perfect storm. 

The problem with big intense storms though, sometimes the ships end up crashed and broken against the rocks.

We started having intercourse again. The cast made it awkward, but she'd always preferred on top with me anyway. Sometimes we'd do it in our bed, sometimes on the sofa. I liked the sofa better because I could more easily rub her nipples and kiss up her neck, two really big erogenous zones for her. 

I was able to make her cum that way. Not always, but sometimes. She always made fun of my fixation on this, saying it wasn't important whether she came on my cock or not. But it was important to me. I'd seen her with her lovers, most recently with Colin. I'd seen how she responded to them. She never responded to me like that, never, not even when we first started going out. 

But I could still make her cum on my cock. That meant a lot to me. Because if I couldn't ... well, what use was I to her? 

She still had passion for me. Maybe I didn't rock her world like her lovers. But she got her cum face on when we fucked. I saw it in her face, lust for me. That was really important to me. I was her husband. I wanted her to desire me. I might be a cuckold, but I was still a man. I needed to know she still desired me, you know? 

We didn't talk about starting the game again. After the accident we were both kinda hesitant. I was going crazy horny though with her away so much, fantasizing about her all the time. I wanted to start playing again. She did too I think. 

A few weeks ago she was in Chicago (or SF or LA, I don't remember). We were talking after work. We always spoke at least once a day when she traveled. We both needed the connection. 

I was feeling horny. I asked "Any one hit on you today?" I laughed to make it sound like a joke.

"Nope, in an office all day long," she said with a laugh back.

"So you haven't met anyone interesting at Memphis?" I asked. "Interesting" of course meant someone she wanted to fuck.

"No, I'm too busy for that," she said with another laugh. "Anyway, Memphis is a lot different from Google, way more conservative." She paused and when she spoke next I heard an interested smile in her voice. "Are you playing with yourself?"

We rarely had phone sex. I guess we both thought it was kinda silly. But here she was definitely ratcheting up our conversation. In truth I wasn't playing with myself. But now I undid my pants and took out my cock. "Yeah I'm horny," I said slowly stroking myself.




Consequences Pt. 08



"I knew it!" she said. "I'm kinda horny too." 

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Wait," she said. I heard zippers and shuffling of clothes. "Yeah, I am now."

"Are you naked?"

"Yeah." She giggled. "Do you want me to put my high heels back on?"

I hadn't thought of that, but yeah, it would be hot thinking of her lying in bed naked with just her black high heels, playing with herself. "Yeah, do that," I said.

I heard more movement, then she said "Okay." She giggled. "Tell me a story. You're the one with the wild imagination."

I thought a moment. I needed to imagine her with someone. I said "Scott's there right?"

"Yeah, but no old boyfriends remember?" she said.

We were just playing, but I decided not to go there. "So tell me someone you've thought about lately."

"Well ..." she said hesitantly. "There's a guy at the Starbucks, Joey. He calls me no-whip Jen."

"Why's he call you that?"

"I don't get whip on my latte, to save calories," she explained. "Once he squirted a little whip cream on my wedding ring."

"What?!" I practically yelled, my dick getting hard instantly. "Why didn't you tell me this?!"

She giggled delightedly, hearing the excitement in my voice. "I can't tell you about all the guys who hit on me baby," she said feigning innocence. "There are so many." 

The little teasing bitch!

"What's he look like? Are you attracted to him?"

"Um, yeah, he's kinda dreamy," she said with a giggle. "Allie calls him Shaggy. His hair flops over his face. It's kinda adorable." She giggled again. "He's young too, about 20."

"Okay," I said, the scene forming itself in my head. "He's in college so he takes you to his frat party."

"And I just go?" she interrupted.

"I tell you to go," I said. 

"Okay."

"He takes you down into the basement and they've got a big keg. He gets you drinking beers and you start feeling drunk."

"Um ... I don't like beer."

"This is a fantasy, just roll with it," I said getting frustrated.

"Okay," she said with a giggle.

"He kisses and plays with you with a little," I said. "You get your cum face on."

"I hate when you say that," she said. "Cum face."

"It's what you look like when you get excited."

"Sounds ugly."

"Will you play along?!" I said annoyed.

"Okay, okay," she said giggling again.

"So he kisses you," I said. "You start getting hot. His frat brothers come down stairs and you pull away, embarrassed. You ask him if you should take your wedding rings off. He says no, he wants them to know he's fucking a married girl. He likes it when he can get a married girl to cheat."

"Okay," Jen said.

"He keeps giving you beers, getting you drunk. You do your social butterfly thing, laughing and flirting with all the guys. They're feeling you up, your ass and legs, and you're drunk so you don't stop them. Joey watches and he jokes to his frat brothers how easy it was to get you here, and how they're gonna turn you from a classy married girl into their cheap cock sucking whore tonight."

"Okay," Jen said. I heard her breathing getting labored.

"You're talking to a guy and then Joey presses against your back, sandwiching you between him and the other guy. They press their bodies against you. Both guys are really big and really hard. Joey kisses your neck and the other guy kisses your mouth. His tongue is down your throat. All the other guys are cheering them on."

"Yeah?" Jen said prompting him, her voice getting raspy. 

"The guy in front opens your blouse. Joey unsnaps your bra and then you're naked from the waist up. Joey pulls your skirt up around your waist. The room gets quiet as everyone realizes they're gonna fuck you right there. Some guys start rubbing themselves thinking they're gonna get a turn too."

"What happens next?" Jen whispered, her voice hoarse.

"You get scared. You realize things are out of control. You're practically naked in a roomful of horny college guys. You try to get away but Joey holds you tight. The guy in front puts his hands on your shoulders and pushes you down onto your knees. He stuffs his cock into your mouth. You gag but he doesn't care. He starts fucking your face. Joey is holding you, egging him on to fuck your face harder. He's says he's gonna cum. Somebody yells not to cum in your mouth because they don't want to fuck you with his spunk all over your face."

"Mike ..." Jen moaned.

"He pulls his cock from your mouth. He pushes you onto your back and gets between your legs. You tell him to wear a condom and he laughs. He pushes in balls deep. You tell him not to cum in you. You tell him you're not on the pill. He laughs again and then he cums inside you. He yells I just got the married slut pregnant!"

"Ugh god!" Jen cried cumming on the phone. I head her panting into the phone. When she calmed down she gushed "That was freaking amazing!" She giggled. "Have you cum yet?"

"Not yet," I said.

"Okay, here's what happens next," she said. "I tell Joey to take me up to his room. I tell him I want to be alone with him because I really like him. His friends get mad but he doesn't care. In his bedroom I undress him. He has a really nice body. I touch him all over, especially his really hard chest and stomach. Then you walk into the room. I say you can watch us if you want, so you sit down and take out your penis. Joey's cock is so big. Way bigger than yours Mike. I can tell because you're sitting right next to him and his cock like towers over yours. I wonder how I ever cum on your cock Mike, I mean you're so tiny. I so want Joey's cock in my mouth. But I wanna be really pretty for him, so I brush my hair first and put on new lipstick. Mike I'm so into him! If we weren't married I'd definitely date him. Now I've gotten him really hard. He takes off my skirt, so now I'm just in thigh highs and heels. He kisses and touches me. He's driving me crazy, he kisses way better than you Mike, way better. But I've kinda forgotten about you even though you're right there, because I'm so into Joey, he's so freaking amazing. Then --."

"Oh god I'm cumming!" I screamed. My cock jerked and I shot cum all over my chest. As I panted I gasped "God that was incredible!"

"And Joey didn't even fuck me yet!" she giggled delightedly.

**************

"I'm getting the cast off next week," I said one night.

"I know I'm so excited!" she said squeezing my hand.

"Why don't we go away to celebrate?" I suggested enthusiastically. "Some place warm, a beach." 

"Where?" she asked hesitantly. I could tell she was weighing this potential vacay versus the mountains of work she had to do. It was already stressing her out.

"I was thinking Cancun," I said. 

"Ugh, Cancun, now?" she said. "It's Spring Break. There'll be tons of people there."

"Yeah," I said squeezing her knee. I smiled into her eyes. "A lot of partying going on."

She tilted her head, a glint of interest in her eyes. A lot of college guys would be there. A lot of young hard male bodies. A big playground to start playing our game again. 

"Maybe ..." she said beginning to look interested.

I pulled her to me. "It'll be fun," I said kissing her, caressing up her neck.

"Yeah?" she breathed.

"Yeah, a lot of fun. Exciting too," I said slipping my tongue into her mouth. 

"You promise?" she asked working on my belt and fly.

"Definitely," I said thrusting into her.

We left for Cancun the next week, after getting the cast off. She arranged things so Allie and Scott would cover for her. I knew Jen was in the mood for sexy times when she wore a really short sundress on the flight down. It wasn't outrageously short. In fact, it was a Lilly Pulitzer dress so she looked kinda sweet and preppy. But the dress ended above mid-thigh. 

On the plane I rubbed her back. I didn't feel a bra strap.

"You're not wearing a bra?" I whispered.

"I didn't bring any bras," she whispered back, batting her eyelashes at me.

HOLY FUCKING SHIT!

Jen turned a lot of heads on the plane. We sat in first class (I was sticking rich after all) and the entire time I had my hand on her leg, tracing circles on her inner thigh. 

"If you keep doing that we're gonna have to join the mile high club," she whispered to me. She had her cum face on.

"I'd rather you join it with them," I whispered excitedly, subtlety motioning to two beefy college guys across the aisle who couldn't take their eyes off her. 

She looked them up and down. "You're so bad," she whispered back.

"Interested?" I asked, subtlety pulling her skirt up to show the guys more of her long shapely legs.

She stopped me. She said with an evil mischievous smile, "You wanna play huh? Just wait."

I was all over her as soon as we got to our hotel room.

"Wait," she giggled. She pushed me onto the bed so I sat on the edge. "I need to put on my bikini." She picked up her iPhone and moments later Billy Idol's "Eyes Without a Face" started playing. I recognized the song from her Sexy strip tease playlist.

"What are you doing?" I asked smiling.

"I gotta take off my clothes before I put on my bikini, right?," she said teasingly. She got between my legs and leaned into me. "You can't touch me," she said rubbing her chest against his face. "Got it?"

"This is how you take off your clothes?"

"Are you complaining?" she asked with a teasing smile.

"No!" I said immediately, making her giggle.

She wrapped her arms around my neck. She moved close like she was going to kiss me. I moved forward to kiss her but she pulled away at the last moment. "Bad boy, I said no touching," she said teasingly. 

"God Jen," I groaned.

"Guess what?" she said moving her face close to me again. She moved her lips to my ear. "I didn't bring any panties either," she whispered.

God, I almost came in my pants right there!

She turned around so her back was to me. She leaned her back into my front. I'd seen her do this with Colin. She put my hands on her flat tummy, then she moved up and down. My hands went from her upper thighs to just below her bosom. 

"You're gonna make me cum," I panted.

"That's the point," she said. "Unzip me."

When I moved my hands she stopped me. "No, with your teeth," she said with a giggle.

Grinning I bit down on the zipper. She moved up unzipping her dress, but then I lost the zipper after a few inches. We laughed and tried again. It took two more tries until the zipper was down, with us laughing the entire time.

It was fun and silly, and broke the sexual tension which was good because I was seriously in danger of cumming in my pants. And it was a lot of fun! Our vacation was starting out great!

After she was unzipped, she stood up and let the dress fall around her ankles. Now she was naked except for her sexy ankle strap sandals. I loved these strappy sandals as they really showed off her pretty feet. 

I reached for her because I was sooo ready for some sex, but she pulled away from my grasp. 

"Nope," she said teasingly. "I told you I was undressing to put on my bikini." She put on a string bikini and then a cover-up.

"You're seriously going to leave me like this?" I asked incredulously motioning to my erection.

"Take a cold shower," she said laughing. She brushed her hair and put on lipstick. "I'm going to the pool," she said with a teasing smile. "Don't be too long hubby, I need someone to put lotion on my back."

My heart pounded as I watched the door close. Damn! I got undressed. I put on my bathing suit, but then I couldn't resist anymore. Standing in front of the toilet, I pulled my suit down. I pumped my cock and after just a few jerks I came into the bowl. I leaned on the sink as my breathing got back to normal. Then I cleaned up and pulled my trunks up, and went searching for my sexy wife.

I had to walk slow. My leg broke pretty bad and I had a limp. I was starting physical therapy when we got back, but the doctor already told me I might have a limp for the rest of my life, and it might actually be painful at times like arthritis. I was okay with that. My wife was safe and I was alive. Also, I'd never been a good dancer, so now I had a good excuse.

I found Jen at the pool right in front of our room. Clearly she'd picked it with my limp in mind. The pool was crowded with a lot of spring breakers, but she'd found 2 chairs. I guess I'd left her alone for 15 minutes or so. She was already getting chatted up by a college guy. 

"Hey baby, what took you so long?" she said with a teasing, knowing smile. She glanced briefly at my crotch. She knew I'd jerked off!

She turned to her new friend. "Mike, this is Jamie, he's a senior at Miami." We shook hands. He looked disappointed to see me there. A few moments later he left. Jen watched him walk away. He had a good physique and a really good tan (which made sense since he want to school in Florida).

Jen put suntan lotion on. Then she handed me the bottle and laid on her tummy. "Put this on my back?"

"You didn't want Jamie to put it on you?" I teased.

"Nope, my man does that for me," she said. She looked at me and smiled. "You're my man, right Mike?" She emphasized the word "man."

I felt my cock stiffen. "I'm your husband," I said.

She gave me a long look, as if studying me. Finally she said, "Well, since you're not sure if you're my man, I guess I'll have to get someone else to put lotion on me tomorrow."

"Like Jamie?" I said my throat dry.

She looked at him across the pool. "Maybe. He's definitely a man."

Sometime later she asked "How's your leg honey?"

"A little stiff," I said. "Hurts a little."

She massaged my leg with suntan oil. She rubbed up and down my thigh, then my calf. She massaged my foot too, rotating my ankle. It wasn't sexual, but it felt great. My leg felt a lot better. "Thanks honey," I said.

"Of course baby," she said kissing me. 

We went back to the room a little later. We were both so horny! We attacked each other in the room! 

I moved to go down on her but she stopped me. "I want fucked!" she said. She paused. "Condom or no condom?"

I hesitated only a moment. There was so much in her question but now was not the time to talk about it. Thinking fast I said "I'll last longer with a condom."

"Definitely condom then!" she said. She ripped the foil package with her teeth and rolled it onto me. Then she straddled my lap and impaled herself on me. She moved up and down, rolling her hips, her eyes rolling back into her head. "Don't you dare cum!" she said as she got close. I thought of the Yankees pitching rotation and who would replace Rivera as closer to keep from cumming. Moments later her body jerked and her head rolled back as she climaxed.

She collapsed on my chest, panting. 

I turned her over onto her back. As I did my hard cock fell out of her pussy. I could have taken off the condom. She saw me thinking about it, giving me an interested look. I left the condom on. I pushed back into her and came within moments. I pulled out, being careful to prevent the condom from falling off. I threw away the condom, then we both fell asleep into a nap.

I woke up with Jen snuggled into my chest, one of her legs draped over mine. It was dark, and from the clock I saw it was already 9pm. She woke up. We were both starving so we quickly showered and dressed and went out.

Things were moving fast. Before the accident we'd been playing the game all-out. We'd been exploring things and it'd been working. I wanted to play again. I wanted that thrill and pleasure again. I thought she did too, but she hadn't said so yet, not definitely. I brought it up during dinner.

"So ... are you interested in Jamie?" I asked.

She gave me a "I knew you were going to ask me that" smile. She laughed and rolled her eyes playfully.

I laughed back. I knew I was predictable and single minded. "Well?" I said smiling.

"You know what I think?" she said taking my hands. She smiled into my eyes. "I think you're the greatest guy ever, the best husband." 

"Okay, okay," I said laughing. Enough of this lovey dubey stuff, I wanted to get to the good parts! "What about Jamie?"

"Stop, just listen for a minute," she said with a smile. "You're seriously the best guy ever. Do you know what my girlfriends are saying about you? My mom and sister? Everyone at work? Everyone I know! You're like everyone's hero!"

"Okay," I said looking down. I guess I didn't take compliments well.

She raised my face to look at her. "You're my hero Mike," she said looking at me. God there was so much love in her eyes! It made me feel so good!

"That's not the only reason why I love you, but ..." She paused, as if continuing a struggle she'd been having with herself. Finally she looked determined as if making a decision. She said "I'm gonna do this for you. But you need to know I love you more than anything. I'll never love any other man. I couldn't, it's not possible. You'll the only man I'll ever love. Do you understand that Mike?"

"Yeah," I said. She was blowing me away. I had a hard time responding. 

"Okay," she said looking sheepish. "So you have three wishes."

"What?" I said not understanding.

"Three wishes," she said smiling. "I'll do anything you want."

It slowly dawned on me what she was offering. "Are you serious?"

"Yes," she said. "I'll do anything you want." She squeezed my hands again. "But you have to understand. I love you. Only you. Okay?"

"Okay, I get it," I said, my heart pounding in my chest. "Here's my first wish."

"You already know?" she said with a laugh. "You don't want to think about it?"

"I already know," I said grinning. "You know the phone sex we had? The way you treated me? I want you to treat me that way for the rest of this trip."

"Oh my god, why does that not surprise me!" she laughed. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I assured her. "And no safe word. That would ruin it, if I could stop it. It stops when the vacation ends."

"Ooookay," she said with playful sarcasm. "But let's start tomorrow, I'm kinda tired."

The next morning she asked, "You're sure about this? Once we start we don't stop until we go home." We were in bed and she was giving me another leg massage. I was getting addicted to her massages! It made my leg feel really good.

"Yeah," I said excitedly.

She gave me a crooked grin. We got into our bathing suits. I knew she was serious about playing when she put on strappy high heels. 

We went to the pool. Jen scanned around and then looked over at the beach. 

"Let's sit on the beach today," she said.

"Okay," I agreed. Beach or pool didn't matter to me. Jen took off her high heels and threw them into her bag, and then we walked onto the sand.

She picked chairs next to a group of college guys. I realized then why she'd picked the beach. Jamie was in the group.

"Hey Jen, hi Mike," Jamie said.

"Oh hi Jamie," Jen said as if just seeing him. Playing hard to get! She smiled at him. He walked over and we shook hands.

"Wanna beer?" he said grinning. He was already drinking one.

"It's only 10!" Jen said with a laugh.

"It's happy hour somewhere!" Jamie said laughing. He got two plastic cups and pulled a towel off a keg. They'd buried a keg in the sand!

"Oh my god!" Jen said laughing. She took the offered cup from him. I told him thanks as he gave me one too.

"How long you here for?" Jamie asked.

"All weekend," Jen said.

"Cool, us too," he said, and he clinked plastic cups with Jen. As if remembering I was there, he clinked with me.

"Are you all from Miami?" Jen asked.

"Nope, they're from Florida State," Jamie said pointing to a few of the guys and girls. "We put up with them, ACC you know?"

"I wouldn't know," she objected. "We went to Penn State."

"Oh god Big 10 sucks!" Jamie said.

"You are so wrong!" Jen said and the argument began. Their argument included a lot of laughing and flirting.

A bunch of the guys and girls got up to play a drinking football game. "Come on Penn State, let's see what you got!" Jamie playfully taunted.




Consequences Pt. 08



"Mike's got a bum leg, but I can play," Jen said. She crossed her arms and pulled off her cover up, which was just a short sun dress. "Hold this for me okay honey," she said carelessly throwing it onto my chest. Without waiting for me to reply she ran off to join the game.

It was touch football, about half guys / girls. Jen was the oldest there (since she was 27 and the others were still in college) but you wouldn't know it by her youthful looks. She was by far the prettiest girl there. 

There was a lot of flirting and touching going on. I quickly found out why they called it a drinking football game. With every touchdown, the other team had to chug a beer. After a couple of scores, the rules changed magically and both teams chugged a beer with each touchdown. Touching got more frequent and fragrant as the beer flowed, practically turning into tackle football. Jen seemed to be a favorite target. More than once the other team "fumbled" the ball right into her hands, and then immediately ran after her to tackle her. More than once I saw Jen adjust her bikini after a "hard tackle" (i.e. blatant fondle).

She finally returned to the chairs, laughing and walking next to Jamie. She was definitely way passed tipsy. Her nipples were hard and poked through her bikini top. "Hey baby," she said giving me a quick peck on the cheek. She grabbed her cover up and put it on. "They have a margarita happy hour but it ends in 5 minutes." She tenderly squeezed my bad leg. "I'll bring you back one okay?"

"Okay," I said.

Jamie lit a cigarette. He offered the pack to Jen. "Want one?"

"Oh god yes!" she gushed. She playfully took the one from his mouth. "I'll take this one," she said giggling. She took a long draw.

"I thought you stopped smoking," I said to her.

"Mike it's just one cigarette," she said dismissively. 

"We better go," Jamie said impatiently.

"Okay," she said. Without another word to me she grabbed her high heels and ran along with him. She laughed and flirted as they walked to the pool bar, more than once leaning into him, her strappy high heels hooked in her fingers.

My heart pounded. I kept a towel over my crotch to hide my hard-on. I was so turned on! 

I felt jealous and neglected. I let those emotions sweep over me. They felt delicious! And gut wrenching too. It was always a balance with me, between excitement and torment. 

I knew she had no intention of coming back to the beach. She was teasing me, playing the game. Knowing she was just pretending helped keep my angst in check. 

After about 30 minutes I gathered our stuff and walked back to the pool bar. It took some time because my limp made it hard to walk over the sand.

I saw her at the bar. She was sitting on a stool, her legs crossed. She wore only the bikini and the strappy high heels. At some point she'd taken off the cover-up. Jamie sat close to her. As they laughed and flirted they were very touchy-feely.

She smiled seeing me. "Hi baby," she said giving me a kiss. She turned towards me so she wasn't so close to him. 

"Happy hour's still on?" I asked sarcastically.

"Oh darn I forgot!" she said. She quickly turned and grabbed a plastic cup. "Here's your margarita," she said looking apologetic. The ice had long melted. She turned to the bartender, "Manuel, can you freshen this up?"

"Forget it," I said bitterly. I felt like leaving. Even knowing she was playing I felt annoyed and hurt.

"Come on Mike, don't be a baby," she said with a laugh, giving Jamie a quick smile. She hooked her arm in mine keeping me there. 

The bartender served a round of margaritas. "Thanks Manuel," she said to him with a smile. "This is my husband Mike."

Manual gave me a friendly smile and we shook hands over the bar.

"Here," Jen said handing the margarita to me. She sounded tipsy and slurred her words a little. "You need to catch up."

I did need to catch up. I needed to take the edge off to survive Jen's torment. It was my wish, but it was still gut wrenching. I gulped the margarita and Manual quickly made me another.

I pulled over a stool because my leg was starting to ache. Jen had turned back to Jamie, laughing and talking again. Their knees almost touched. 

It was a big rocking party, the Miami and Florida State college students having a big combined happy hour. Jen seemed to know everyone. She talked and laughed with a lot of people but gave most of her attention to Jamie.

Jamie lit a cigarette and gave it to Jen. Then he lit another for himself. She inhaled the cigarette closing her eyes momentarily as the nicotine flowed through her body. 

She saw my scowl. "We're on vacation, okay?" she said dismissively to me.

I felt anger growing. Okay, this was my wish, I got that. But she knew I hated smoking. She was going too far with the game.

The sun had set and the band was playing a funky reggae tune. "I feel like dancing," she said. She looked at me, but knew my bum leg made it impossible for me to dance.

"My husband hurt his leg," she said to Jamie. "Come on," she said with a laugh, pulling him off the stool. They laughed as they drunkenly stumbled for a moment.

Jen squished out the cigarette. She reached down and took off her high heels. "Hold these for me okay?" she said dropping her heels into my lap. 

She looked at me and saw the cloud over my face. She lean towards me. I thought she was going to say something like "I'm just playing baby. Do you want me to stop?"

Instead she whispered harshly "Lighten up Mike, god we're on vacation."

I felt shaken. Manual must have noticed because he looked at me with a raised questioning eyebrow, silently asking if I wanted another one. The margarita was typical resort quality, in other words, expensive with little alcohol. I needed something stronger. "You got a single malt scotch?" I asked him. He nodded and set me up.

There was a lot of rubbing and bumping on the dance floor. It looked like a big frat party. 

Jen danced close with Jamie. She turned so her back was to him. She leaned into him, raising her arms and wrapping them around his neck. She slid up and down the front of his body in sync with the sexy beat of the music, like the strip tease she'd done with me.

They finally returned after 30 minutes on the dance floor. Jen's body glistened with sweat and her hard nipples poked through her bikini top. Manual served new drinks and Jen gulped down the margarita. She had her cum face on. 

One of the cups of her bikini top had shifted with all the bumping and grinding, revealing a little of her areola. "Jen, come on," I said annoyed fixing her bikini top.

"Don't worry Mike, it's nothing I haven't seen before!" Jamie said drunkenly. He and everyone around laughed. My anger burned and I wanted to punch the bastard!

She leaned towards me and I thought she was going to chastise me again. Instead she gave me a big sloppy open mouth kiss. She squeezed my crotch. I was hard of course. "Don't drink too much, I'm gonna need this tonight," she said. She said it loud enough so everyone could hear, and she rolled her eyes while looking at her new friends as she said it. Everyone laughed, and I knew they were laughing at me. I felt my face flush and my erection shrunk, like she'd emasculated me. She felt me soften and she gave me a "Seriously?" look.

After a while people began drifting off, friends going out to dinner, couples going to their rooms to fuck. There was only a few of the group left. Jen wandered off with Jamie, back to the dance floor. The dance floor was still crowded. I could just barely see them on the far side, but they were like shadows in the darkness. I thought I saw them kissing. 

Jen returned with Jamie later. She made a point of fixing her bikini top. She was holding his hand although as she approached she let his hand go. She looked flushed. She definitely had her cum face on. 

I instinctively looked at her neck. There was a red mark there, he'd given her a hickey. I got so pissed! "You let him do this?" I hissed in a low voice touching her neck. I moved to get up. I so wanted to punch Jamie! He was bigger than me and I had a bum leg, but I didn't care!

"Will you calm down?" she said impatiently. She added dismissively, "It's no big deal." She said to Manual, "Can you give my husband another drink? He still needs to get in vacation mode." 

I drank the scotch and started feeling drunk. Jen was talking with a group of Jamie's friends. She came back and said, "We're going to Jamie's room. They bought some weed."

My head was getting cloudy with alcohol. But I couldn't believe she'd just said that. "You want to smoke pot?" I said derisively. "Seriously Jen?"

"If you don't want to then fine, I'll see you later," she said impatiently.

"Forget it, I'll go," I said. Even though I was furious with her she was still my wife, I needed to make she was safe.

"Whatever," she said. She sounded disappointed I was joining them.

She grabbed the strappy high heels from my grasp. She sensed Jamie's presence behind her and smiled at him. She held onto his shoulder (instead of mine) as she slipped on her right high heel and then her left. I wondered how in the world I'd so quickly lost being her man.

I walked behind them, not quite able to keep up with my bum leg. She managed to not hold his hand although she playfully bumped into him constantly as they laughed and flirted.

Jamie was sharing a condo with a bunch of his buddies. Now there were about a dozen people in his room, including me and Jen, as joints were passed around the room. Like everyone else, I was drunk and rapidly getting stoned.

I closed my eyes for a second. Or maybe it was minutes or even longer, I didn't know. Some people had passed out. Others were necking. Jen and Jamie had disappeared. 

Then I sensed motion in the dark hallway leading to the bathroom. I looked and was barely able to make them out. She still only wore the bikini and high heels. Jamie had Jen pressed against the wall. They were seriously making out and his hands were roaming her body. 

She had one leg curved around his leg, the stiletto of her high heel digging into his calf. I could tell by her cheeks he had his tongue in her mouth. She had her hands inside his bathing suit kneading his muscular ass as he fondled her sexy body.

Jamie pulled a cup down exposing her breast. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Jen moaned and rolled her head back. But then she pushed him away. "No Jamie," she protested. "Mike's right there."

"So what?" he said uncaringly, pulling her back to him. He hooked a thumb into her bottoms and pulled them down. Clearly he intended to fuck her right there in the hallway!

"Stop Jamie!" she pushed him away. "He's right there! He's a shit sometimes but he's still my husband!"

She fixed her bikini and hair then walked to me. "God he's passed out," she said impatiently. I guess I must have looked passed out. I was so drunk and high I could barely keep my eyes open, I was looking through my eyelashes.

"God he looks like a sorry ass!" Jamie laughed. "He's gonna be hurting tomorrow."

"Help me get him home okay?" she asked Jamie. 

Jamie was a big guy. He was able to pull me up and get his arm around me. "Fuck he weighs a ton," he complained.

"He's gained weight lately," Jen said. "His leg."

I managed to half walk with my arm around the younger muscular man. He carried most of my weight. In our room he pushed me onto the bed and I collapsed face down.

"Be nice," Jen giggled.

"Fuck I feel like I pulled my back!" he laughed. "Tell him to go on a diet!"

"I'll see what I can do," she said laughing with him.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "Jamie he's right there!" she whispered. 

"He's dead to the world," Jamie said looking at me.

Jen studied me. "You think so?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's not waking up," he said kissing her. He reached behind her and pulled the strings of her top. He tossed the top onto the bed, right next to my face. "Anyway do you care?"

"Of course I care, he's my husband," she protested, but she didn't stop him as he cupped and fondled her naked breasts. He kissed her and she kissed him back.

He paused kissing her long enough to say, "You said he lets you fuck around."

"Yeah but not when he's passed out," she said with a laugh.

"So you want to stop?" he asked as he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples.

She moaned and studied me again. "Fuck it," she said. She turned off the light. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

She moved him to the sofa. He said down and she got on her knees. The sofa was under the window so it was illuminated by the light outside. They were angled to me and only a few feet away so I saw them perfectly in profile through my closed eyelashes.

She helped him pull off his shirt. She'd see his chest before of course on the beach, but she still smiled approvingly. She scrapped her nails down his well-defined chest. "Nice," she said smiling into his eyes. 

He smiled back at her. "So you fuck around a lot?" he asked.

"Only when I need to," she said pulling down his bathing suit, her eyes fixed on his crotch. She liked what she saw. Really big, really thick, really hard. She wrapped her hands around him.

"How often is that?" he said grinning.

"A lot," she admitted with a laugh, then she stole a glance back at me. Satisfied I was still passed out she looked back at Jamie. Smiling she put a finger to her lips, telling him to be more quiet.

"You're a big boy," she whispered, slowly stroking him up and down.

"I've never had complaints," he said with a smug smile.

"Confident aren't you?" she said with a crooked grin. "I like that." She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. He moaned and rolled his head back.

From his face I could tell he wasn't going to last long, not with her twirling her tongue over the flat of his shaft. "Hold up," he said yanking her hair, pulling her face off his cock. 

He stood her up and pulled down her bikini bottoms. He smiled approvingly at her completely bare pussy. "Why don't college girls shave like this?" he said smiling, rubbing his thumb over her completely bare skin above her clit.

"I always did," she said straddling his lap.

"Mike's a lucky guy," he said grinning.

"I think you're the lucky one tonight cowboy," she said. She reached into her bag and pulled out a condom. "Here," she said giving him the square foil package. He quickly ripped it open and rolled the condom on. She reached between them and guided his sheathed cock to her pussy lips.

"God!" she grunted as his cockhead penetrated her. "Go slow okay?"

"You're so fucking tight!" he gasped. He turned her over onto her back. He slowly penetrated her with his thick long shaft. I noticed she was still wearing the strappy high heels.

He finally got balls deep and started rocking back and forth. 

"Oh god you feel so fucking good!" she gasped as he fucked her.

I couldn't resist anymore. I sat up on the bed and opened my eyes completely. I reached into my bathing suit and stroked myself.

Jen sensed movement and turned her head. She locked eyes with me for a moment. Then she turned back to Jamie, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss as he fucked her.

He put her legs over his shoulders and started fucking her faster and harder. She gripped the sofa cushions for dear life, wailing as he fucked the shit out of her. "I'm fucking cumming!" she screamed and her back arched in a massive orgasm. I came with her, my spunk splattering the inside of my bathing suit. Moments later Jamie grunted. His hips jerked as he came into the condom.

I guess I passed out after that. I woke up still in my bathing suit. The sun was coming up.

Jen wasn't next to me. I looked over at the sofa. She and Jamie slept on the sofa. They were still naked. Jen even still had the high heels on. She was curled into his arms. Seeing her sleeping in his arms felt like a kick in my gut.

Soon after they woke up. The three of us looked at each other. To say it was awkward was an understatement. Jen kicked off the high heels and pulled a blanket around her. She got up and walked to the bathroom. On the way she gave me a kiss.

"How's your head?" she asked.

"Probably drank too much last night," I admitted.

"Me too," she said with a weak smile. "How's your leg?"

"A little stiff," I said.

She got on her knees and rubbed my leg. As she did I reached into the blanket and cupped her breast. "Not now Mike," she said pushing my hand away. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her and went into the bathroom.

Jamie and I looked awkwardly at each other. "Dude I'm so hung over," he said groggily. He got a beer from the in-room bar. "You mind? Tail of the dog you know?" I nodded to him. He opened it and took a long chug.

My head was pounding. Too much scotch, too much weed. Jamie got out another beer and offered it to me with a raised eyebrow. What the hell, I thought. I couldn't feel any worst. I nodded and took the beer from him and took a long drink. I did feel a little better.

Jen came out this time in a short robe. She looked hung over too. But she still looked sexy and so gorgeous, her blonde hair tussled and falling over her pretty face. She saw us drinking beers. She took my beer and drank some, looking into my eyes. 

"I better get going," Jamie said awkwardly, seeing us reconnecting as a couple. 

Jen went to him. She rubbed his muscular chest, giving him a knowing, crooked smile. 

"I'll see you later," he said grinning back.

"See ya," she said. She gave him a quick kiss to the lips.

Jen sat next to me on the bed. I felt bothered and upset, but also really horny. I pulled the belt and the robe fell open. In addition to the hickey she had love bites on her neck and tits.

"I wish you wouldn't let him mark you," I said.

"It's not a big deal," she said. "They'll be gone by the time we get home. Anyway, people will think you did that to me."

"People here will see," I said.

"We'll never see them again," she said. She took another drink of the beer and I could tell it was making her feel better too. "I'm glad that trick still works," she said smiling. "Come on, let's get up I'm starving."

"Wait," I said putting my hand on her thigh. I was really hot after last night. I wanted her.

"I'm really hungry Mike," she said pushing my hand off and getting up.

Okay, whatever. I'd get her after breakfast. I tried getting up but I got dizzy. "I need to sit here a minute," I said.

"Okay," she said. She went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. She came out with her hair up and a little make up on. She dropped her robe and rubbed moisturizer lotion all over. Then she put on a different bikini, a cute pink one with while polka dots. Today her cover up was a denim miniskirt and a tank top. She wore flip flops instead of high heels. She said "I'm going to breakfast. I'll meet you at the pool."

That surprised me. I thought she'd wait for me to feel better, maybe nurse me a little. She wasn't showing any sympathy for me, and she hadn't said a word about yesterday. Then I realized she was still playing the game. The thought excited me, but it felt like dread too.

I took her hand and pulled her down to sit next to me on the bed. "Jen we need to talk," I said. "I don't think I can take another day like yesterday."

She looked at me, studying me. Then she got up. "I'll see you later," she said. She leaned towards me and scrunched up her nose. "You should take a shower, you smell kinda rank."

Fuck I thought. She was serious about this game, no safe word. I had two more days of this!

She hadn't even taken care of me and I was hard as a rock. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my cock. I thought of seeing Jen sleeping in Jamie's arms. I came after only a few jerks. I wiped myself with a towel and then closed my eyes, gasping from my orgasm.




Consequences Pt. 08



I must have fallen back asleep. When I woke up I saw it was late afternoon. I hurriedly showered and put on a new bathing suit, then I went in search of Jen.

She wasn't at the pool or the bar. I went to the beach and saw some people from yesterday. "Have you seen my wife?" I asked one of the girls. 

"She's snorkeling with Jamie," the cute girl said motioning towards the ocean. I remembered her name was Tara. She looked at me with a smile on her face. Her girlfriends looked at me too. Clearly they knew Jamie was fucking my wife. I moved away feeling like a cuckold.

The resort had some great reefs and Jen and I'd talked about snorkeling them. I'd been excited to explore them with her and I was annoyed she'd gone with Jamie. I got we were playing the game, but we were still on vacation together. This was our second of three days and I felt like we hadn't spent any time together.

I sat on a beach chair waiting for them to return, getting more annoyed and angry with each minute. A beach boy came by. I realized I was starving and ordered a cheeseburger and fries and a big bottle water. I felt dehydrated and needed the fluids.

Finally an hour later they emerged from the water. "Hey sleepyhead," she said seeing me.

"I thought we were going to snorkel together," I said with barely contained anger.

She gave me a WTF look. "It's not my fault you slept all day," she said, irritated. "What was I supposed to do, do nothing while you slept off your hangover?"

Jamie seemed amused by our spat. Some of his friends were smiling. I noticed Tara had a frown on her face. 

"Here dude, you can borrow my gear," he said dropping his flippers, snorkel and face mask at my feet. "It's really awesome reefs."

"Yeah Mike you should go," she said consolingly. She squeezed the water from her hair, then she brushed it. I was hoping she'd offer to go with me, but those hopes were dashed when she pulled up her mini-skirt and put on lipstick. 

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"We're going to the bar, it's happy hour," she said. She leaned over and put her arms around my neck. She gave me a brief kiss. "You definitely should see the reefs, they're freaking awesome. You can meet us at the bar after you're done." She looked at my half eaten bacon cheeseburger and fries. "You might wanna go easy on the burgers and fries," she said patting my stomach. "You could lose a little weight."

My heart pounded as she walked away with Jamie and his friends. She never looked back at me. I couldn't believe how mean she was being to me. She was ignoring me, and when she wasn't ignoring me she was putting me down. Had it only been yesterday morning that she'd told me how I was her hero and how she loved me so much?

I decided to snorkel. I really did want to see the reefs. And I needed time to think what to do next. 

I put on Jamie's gear and swam out to the reefs. The water felt great, and my bum leg didn't hinder me. As I looked at the reefs and sea creatures, I thought about how Jen was treating me. My pulse immediately quickened and I got hard. Despite the turmoil in my heart, how she was acting was turning me on like crazy, really pushing all my cuckold buttons. 

I couldn't resist. I poked my head over the waves and saw no one close within 200 feet. Putting my head back into the water, I reached into my bathing suit and stroked myself. I lasted longer this time since I'd recently cummed. I slowly stroked myself, thinking over the last 24 hours, enjoying the deliciousness of not only Jen's sex with Jamie but also how she was denying me attention and practically ridiculing me. My body shuddered and I had an incredible orgasm. I managed to pull my cock from my suit as I came so as to not soil my suit.

After my breathing returned to normal I swam back to the beach. I toweled off and put my shirt on. I decided to join everyone at the bar. 

Jen was just playing the game, I kept telling myself. She loved me. I was her husband. I was her man. This was Wish #1. She was just playing out my fantasy. It was an act, that's all.

She wasn't at the bar. Neither was Jamie. I couldn't bear the humiliation of asking Jamie's friends where they were. Anyway, I had a good idea where they were.

I walked to our room. Standing outside the door I could hear them. They were having sex. 

Feeling numb I put in my cardkey. The lock clicked open and I stepped inside. Jen was on top, riding him hard. 

She looked over at me. Irritation soon replaced the lust on her face. "Come in if you want but close the freaking door!" she said impatiently.

I realized the door was wide open and anyone walking by could see them doing it. Jamie said "Yeah, not cool man."

I stepped in and let the door close. Despite my heartache I couldn't help admiring how gorgeous and sexy Jen was. She still had on her bikini top and mini-skirt. It looked like the only thing she'd taken off before mounting him were her bottoms. Somehow seeing her partly clothed made her look even more sexy. 

I had an overwhelming urge to touch her. We'd had practically no physical contact for almost a whole day and I was dying to feel her.

I sat on the side of the bed. I pulled the strings of her bikini top then stroked her back, kissing down her spine.

"Not now Mike!" she said irritably, pulling away from my hands and lips. She looked on the brink of an orgasm and clearly I'd interrupted the build-up. She grabbed her now untied bikini top and threw it to the floor. She pulled Jamie's hands up to cup her tits. "Rub my nipples baby!" she practically begged him. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he did. Her face was a mask of lust. She sensed I was still sitting next to them on the bed. "Sit over there, I'll take care of you later," she said to me.

I felt incredibly rejected and heartsick, useless. I sat on the sofa as Jen rode Jamie's impressive manhood, moving up and down and rotating his hips. "Oh god!" she cried, her head rolling back as she came in a thunderous orgasm 

Jamie took over, holding her hips as he violently pumped her. Moments later he cried out in orgasm, his hips jerking widely as he came! I hoped she'd had the presence of mind to make him wear a condom.

Jen fell onto his chest, both of them panting. When their breathing got back to normal, Jen pulled off his cock. To my relief I saw a condom. As she pulled off, Jen held the condom so it didn't fall off. She collapsed onto the bed next to him. 

They seemed to forget I was there as he put his arm around her and she laid her head on his chest. After a few minutes her eyes opened and she looked surprised, like "oh yeah you're here." She gently pushed Jamie. "You better go," she said.

Jamie got up and put on his bathing suit and t-shirt. "Meet you later right?" he asked looking at Jen.

"You betcha," she said smiling into his eyes.

As he passed me he said "You've got a great wife dude." He slapped me on the back.

Jen and I looked at each other for long moments after he left. This was the time in our game when she usually hugged and kissed me and made me feel better. 

This time though she said "God Mike you have the worst timing."

I took a step back. "How was I to know you were here?" I said.

"You were snorkeling, I thought we'd have at least a half hour," she said sounding annoyed.

She walked over to me on the sofa. She got on her knees. "How's your leg?" Her voice carried lingering irritation but concern too.

"It's fine," I snapped feeling hurt and neglected.

She scowled at me like I was being a baby. She rubbed and massaged my leg as she'd done before. Despite my anger and hurt I admit it felt great, easing the stiffness and pain. Even though it was a non-sexual massage, just feeling her soft hands on me got me hard.

I looked into her eyes, wanting her. She said she'd take care of me, and I wanted her. 

She knew what I was thinking, what I wanted, what I needed. Abruptly she got up and moved towards the bathroom. "I've got to get ready," she said.

"Where are you going?" 

"I'm going with Jamie and his friends to dinner, then we're going dancing."

"Jen, wait," I said grabbing her arm. "I get you're playing the game. But this is our vacation. We haven't spent any time together."

"You can come along if you want," she said. She made me feel like a tag along, a third wheel.

"Jen stop!" I said my voice almost cracking. "I can't take this anymore. You win, I quit. I want to stop playing."

She looked at me for long moments. It was like she was studying my face, looking inside me. Finally she said "I don't want to be late." She moved towards the bathroom.

Something inside me snapped. She was MY wife! Her body was MINE! If she was going to play this game then I was at least going to enjoy her body too!

I threw her onto the bed and yanked off the mini-skirt. I pushed down my trunks and got between her legs. 

"If you're gonna do it then put on a condom!" she hissed at me. When I hesitated she growled "WEAR – A – CONDOM!"

"Here!" she said. She grabbed a condom from her bag. She ripped it open with her teeth and rolled it onto my cock. "Go ahead," she said laying back down, opening up her legs.

I rammed into her getting balls deep in a single thrust. As I fucked her I fondled her body and kissed her. She didn't stop me but there was no passion in her actions. She let me kiss her but she didn't return my kisses. She had her hands on my back but she didn't caress me. It was like she had no desire for me. Like she didn't care. Like I meant nothing to her. Like she was along just for the ride.

She said, "Hurry up and finish, okay? I don't want to be late." There wasn't anger in her voice. There was no emotional good or bad. It was like "can you take the dog out?" She was more concerned about finishing so she wouldn't be late meeting Jamie.

All of it ... ALL OF IT ... got be SO- FUCKING – HOT.

I lunged once more and came.

I collapsed on her. Before my breathing even returned to normal, she said "Can you get off me Mike? I have to get ready." 

I rolled off her. I felt so rejected, so useless. With my lust sated the heartache returned. I put my arm over my head. I felt so lost.

Then she did something completely unexpected. She took the condom off my soft dick. Holding the condom up she let my cum fall into her mouth, swallowing all of it. Then she lowered her head and licked my cock clean. 

Without a word she got up and went into the bathroom. I heard her get in the shower. 

I was so startled I couldn't move. I realized she'd given me a silent message by swallowing my cum and licking me. This WAS all just a game! 

She came out wearing a robe. "Are you getting in the shower?" she asked. "I don't want to be late."

"Yeah," I said. As I walked to the bathroom I paused. "Do you mind?" I said opening her robe. There were more love bites on her neck, shoulders and breasts. I ran my finger along them on her neck. 

"Not now Mike we have to get ready," she said pulling away from my touch. "Hurry up okay?"

When I got out of the shower she'd finished her hair and makeup and was wiggling into a dress. 

"Zip me?" she said turning around and holding up her long blonde hair. I zipped her up. She looked stunning! The material of the dress was summer light weight so her nipples were outlined in the material. The dress ended way above her knees, just 2 or 3 inches below her pussy. The dress was another Lilly Pulitzer so despite all that she still looked innocent and sweet, believe it or not.

"You look amazing," I gushed.

"Thanks," she said. She put a hand on the dresser to steady herself as she put on her high heels. "Jamie has a friend, Larry. His roommate at Florida. He's really nice."

"Okay," not knowing where she was going with this.

"I'm just saying," she explained. "I don't want you to freak out."

"Okay," I said cautiously, still not sure where she was going. "So you might hook up with Larry instead of Jamie tonight?"

"No Mike," she said giving me a "how can you be so dense" look. "I might hook up with both of them."

"Oh," I said dumbly. 

"Can you handle it?" she asked impatiently. "Because if you can't we'll go to Jamie's condo."

"I can handle it," I said my throat suddenly very dry.

She smiled at me. She tenderly ran her hand across my cheek. "Thanks for letting me do this. Sometimes I just need to let go, you know? It's been so stressful at work this is really helping." She gently squeezed my crotch. "It doesn't mean I don't love this. You know that, right?"

"Yeah," I said my heart beating wildly. If she touched me any more I was seriously going to cum in my pants.

"Do you mind sleeping on the sofa?" she asked. "It might be a long night."

"Sure okay," I said my head spinning with excitement.

She looked me up and down. I was only in my boxers, I wasn't close to being ready. "I've gotta go, I told Jamie and Larry I'd meet them for drinks," she said. "Meet us after you get dressed."

Then she was gone, the click of her high heels disappearing down the walkway. God. I'd never seen her in a threesome with 2 guys. We'd had them a couple times, with me being the second guy. I could barely breathe. 

This all turned me on so much. Not just the sex. But the way she was treating me. Like I didn't mean anything to her. I guessed it was wrapped into the risk of losing her. Whatever it was, what she was doing was really pushing my cuckold buttons. It was gut wrenching, but also turned me on so much. 

I knew I needed some release if I was going to make it through the night. I went into the bathroom and pulled out my hard dick. I stroked myself in front of the toilet. I'd just cum earlier with Jen so it took me some time to cum. That was okay, I slowly stroked myself playing back the last 24 hours in my head. As I did sometimes, I used my other hand to caress the underside of my balls as I slowly stroked myself. I probably beat off for about 15 minutes. It was worth it though, when I finally came it was an amazing orgasm.

I got dressed and went to the bar. Jen and Jamie weren't there. They weren't at the restaurant either. I saw Jamie's friends. I went up to Tara, the cute girl I'd spoken to earlier. "Have you seen Jen?" I asked her.

"She went with Jamie and Larry to Senor Frogs," Tara said. 

She left without me. I couldn't believe it. Just like the snorkeling. She left without me. 

I tried her cell but she didn't answer.

I moved to go but Tara stopped me. "There's no point in going there, they're probably bar hopping," she said. She motioned to the empty chair next to her. "Have dinner with us."

Why not? I had nothing else to do.

I talked to Tara and found out she was a computer science major with a minor in finance. I actually found myself enjoying talking to her.

"Your wife is really pretty," she whispered to me. "You really let her sleep with other guys?" She looked a little embarrassed. "Jamie is a big talker."

"We, ah ... we swing," I whispered back. I didn't want to admit to this pretty young girl I was a cuckold.

"So you have sex with other girls too?" she whispered sounding intrigued.

I could have lied and said yes. But I couldn't bring myself to do that. Other cuckolds will understand. Saying you sleep with other girls bursts the bubble on the fantasy.

"No," I said.

I guess she saw I was embarrassed. She didn't ask anything else. Instead she turned to the other side and talked to her friend again.

I put money on the table to pay my share and moved to get up. Tara turned to me. "Do you want to hang out tonight?" she asked me. 

I looked at her surprised. Why would she want to hang out with me? I was almost a decade older than her. I didn't have a beach body like all her guy friends. I was a pathetic cuckold who let his wife fuck other men, whose wife didn't think enough of him to even tell him where she was going.

She must have read my mind. She smiled at me. "I think you're kinda cute. And I like shy geeky guys."

I gave her a long look. She really was a cute girl. I knew what she was offering. If I wanted her, I could have her.

But ... that wasn't what my fantasy was about. And I'd never cheat on Jen, no matter what she did to me.

"I better get going," I said. "But thanks. Thanks a lot."

"Okay," Tara said giving me another pretty smile. She moved her hand under the table and squeezed my thigh just below my dick. "Let me know if you change your mind."

I left the restaurant feeling better. Getting hit on by a pretty girl always does wonders for a guy's ego. 

I started getting worried about Jen. Cancun was safe, but it WAS still Mexico. And what did I really know about Jamie? I seemed to recall meeting Larry briefly, but that was it. I tried calling but she didn't answer. I texted her, "R u ok?"

She didn't respond. After an hour I was seriously getting worried. Still she wasn't answering her phone. I texted her, "Where R U? R u ok? Call me!"

Another hour passed. She'd been gone 4 hours! I was going crazy with worry! Now her phone went right to voice mail. I texted her, "CALL ME NOW OR I'M CALLING THE COPS!!!!"

A few minutes later she texted me. "I'm fine Mike. We're coming back." She hung up.

I stared at the phone in disbelief. I was her husband. She'd been gone for hours with almost strangers and without a single call or text. And that's all I get? No explanation? No apology?

About 30 minutes later my phone rang. It was Jen! "Are you alright?!" I said urgently.

"Mike, god, I'm fine," she said. 

My anger spilled over. "Where the fuck have you been?" I demanded. "Why didn't you meet me at restaurant?!"

"I told you I was going out with Jamie and Larry," she said with forced patience. "When you didn't show I thought you changed your mind and decided not to go."

I remembered how I'd taken my time beating off. "That doesn't explain you not calling me," I said angrily. "Do you realize how worried I was?"

"Mike calm down," she said. "This is Cancun. It's more American than Miami! And I was with Jamie and Larry. Okay, I get you don't know Larry, but you know Jamie now."

We were silent for long moments. Everything she said made sense, but I was still angry. 

I finally broke the silence. "Where are you now?" I asked.

"I'm with Jamie and Larry at the bar," she said. "Are you freaking out about this? If you are I'll go to Jamie's condo."

Her words stabbed me in the heart. She didn't say "if you're really upset I'm cancel tonight and come home to you." Instead she was saying "if you're gonna be pathetic about this I'll spend the night at their place."

And I was pathetic. Because despite how she was treating me, I desperately needed to see her. Sometimes I called it getting my Jen Fix. I needed my Jen Fix, I needed us to be in the same room even if she was with other guys and I was just watching.

"I'm okay," I assured her, forcing the anger and hurt from my voice. "You can come here."

"Okay," she said her voice softer now too. "I know it's hard for you sometimes Mike. You know how I lose myself when I get into a guy. Just remember, when this is over I'll be going home with you, not Jamie."

"Okay, yeah I get it," I said. Somehow her words didn't make me feel any better. "Can I asked you ... are you really into Jamie, or both Jamie and Larry?"

"Just Jamie Mike," she answered. 

"Then why Larry?" I asked. I didn't want to start another fight but I was curious. 

Jen hesitated, then said "Larry's a virgin. That's why he's here in Cancun. Jamie is helping him take care of that."

"Oh," I said. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. "So you're --."

"Yeah," Jen said with a smile. "I'm going to help Larry with that too."



Consequences Pt. 09



Jen said they'd finish their drinks and then come over. My cock was so hard! I hurried into the bathroom and jerked off into the toilet. I couldn't remember when I'd beat off so much. But I needed the release before things got started. I cleaned up and pulled up my pants. I got a spare pillow and blanket from the closet and put them next to the sofa. I turned the lights off, leaving only the light next to the bed on. Then I sat on the sofa and waited.

About a half hour later the door opened. Jen smiled appreciatively seeing me sitting on the sofa, leaving the bed for them. She introduced me to Larry. I said hi to him and Jamie.

She came to me and gave me a quick kiss on the lips. Then she moved her lips to my ear. I assumed she'd tell me how much she loved me. Instead she whispered into my ear "If this gets too intense for you, maybe you should leave. I wanna make sure this is really special for Larry since it's his first time, and I don't want you ruining it for him. Okay?"

I guess I looked shocked because she said "Are you going to be able to handle this Mike?"

"... I'll be okay," I managed to say.

She gave me a long look. Then she said "Okay." She gave me another quick kiss on the lips. "I know this turns you on." She gently squeezed my crotch. "I know it's hard too. Just remember, I belong to you. They just have me this weekend." She squeezed my crotch again. "I'll take care of this later mister," she said with a smile.

What she said made me feel better. Also, I kept reminding myself she was just acting, she was just playing the game, my Wish #1.

She turned back to Jamie and Larry. She gave Jamie a long kiss. Then she went to Larry. "Hi," she said to him, stroking his cheek.

"Hi," Larry said, looking embarrassed and shy. Unlike Jamie who was tall dark and handsome and really confident, Larry was tall and skinny. He seemed shy and awkward, nervous around girls (especially beauties like Jen). 

Larry looked younger than Jamie, by a few years. Jen had said Jamie was a senior at Miami, so he was 20 or 21. Larry didn't look older than 18.

Jen got on her tiptoes and kissed Larry softly. He kissed her back but he wasn't aggressive about it. "You kiss really nice," Jen gushed, rubbing his chest. He beamed at her compliment. She moved forward, pressing her body against him and kissed him again. Soon they were making out.

She broke their kiss long enough to say, "Put your arms around me, I like that." He put his arms around her waist and she put her arms around his neck. Their kiss when on and on.

"You can touch me if you want," she said looking into his eyes. 

"Where?" he panted looking both excited and hesitant.

"I really like my breasts touched," she said. She took his hands and put them on her breasts so he cupped them. She put her hands over his. "See how my nipples are hard? You got me excited."

"Really?" he said amazed. 

"I told you, you kiss really nice," she said smiling into his eyes. "Rub my nipples with your finger and thumb. Yeah like that. Yeah, that feels good. Yeah ..." She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him again. They made out like that as he fondled her breasts through her dress.

"Your breasts feel so amazing!" he gushed when they finally took a break from their kiss, both of them panting. 

"They're kinda small, I wish they were bigger," she said.

"They're perfect!" he gushed.

"Thanks!" she said smiling into his eyes. "I usually wear a bra you know. I'm not usually this slutty." She giggled.

"I don't think you're a slut," Larry assured her immediately. He looked nervously over her shoulder. "Is that really your husband?"

"Yeah," she said glancing indifferently at me. "He likes watching me with guys. Just pretend like he's not there. If it bothers you I'll tell him to leave."

My mouth opened in shock. Would she really kick me out? How could she even say that? 

"It's okay, I guess," Larry said timidly.

"Okay," Jen said. "Wanna take off my dress?"

"Yes!" he said excitedly. 

Jen turned so her back was to him. She held up her long blonde hair. "Go ahead," she told Larry. She winked at Jamie. She didn't look at me at all.

Larry's hands must have shaken because it took some time before he unzipped her dress. Finally he did and Jen let the dress fall around her ankles. She daintily stepped out of it. 

She wasn't wearing anything underneath so now she was down to her strappy high heels. Larry's eyes bugged out looking at her sexy back, firm ass and long shapely legs. "God," he practically moaned eating her up with his eyes.

She turned around grinning at him, with her arms teasingly covering her breasts. He looked her up and down, his eyes eventually focusing on her hairless pussy. "Goooood," he groaned. I thought he was going to cum in his pants. Honestly I wouldn't blame him if he did.

"Hello, I'm up here," she giggled. He tore his eyes from her pussy and looked up at her pretty face with a sheepish smile.

"Ready to see my little boobies?" she asked teasingly. He nodded vigorously and she giggled again. Then she dropped her arms, exposing her breasts to him. "Ta ta!"

He looked at her breasts for what seemed like an eternity, not able to take his eyes off them.

"Um, hello, a compliment would be nice right now," she teased.

"They're ... they're perfect!" he gushed.

"Thanks," she said taking his hands and kissing them. She put his hands over her breasts again. Now he was cupping her naked breasts. "Rub my nipples like before. Yeah, with your thumb and finger. Yeah ... you have a really nice touch. Yeah ..."

They got on the bed and they kissed again. Larry's hands were all over her. Sometimes she'd say "yeah like that" or "a little softer" or "over a little, yeah right there."

During this time, Jamie sat on the other side of the king bed. I thought he might be feeling neglected the way Jen was giving Larry all her attention, but he seemed fine with it.

"Time to undress you," Jen said. She took off his shirt and pants. Then she pulled down his shorts. She smiled at him. "You have a big one."

"Mine isn't as big as Jamie's" Larry lamented.

"You're more than big enough," Jen said smiling into his eyes. She leaned over and whispered into his ear "You're bigger than my husband." Even though she whispered I could clearly hear her words.

"Really?" Larry said glancing at me.

"Yeah," Jen said whispering into his ear again. "Way bigger." 

Larry WAS bigger than me. About an inch or two longer, and thicker. Once again I wondered how Jen could enjoy sex with me.

Jen glanced at me and we locked eyes for a moment. I think she saw the lust in my eyes. She turned back to Larry.

They kissed again, their naked bodies entangled. His hands were all over her. His caresses were more effective and soon Jen was moaning. He was a fast learner. She had her cum face on. 

Jen touched him too but she stayed away from his penis. I guess she realized that, as a virgin, he'd cum immediately if she touched him.

"I want you inside me now," Jen finally said, both of them gasping. "Are you ready?"

He suddenly looked worried, scared even. "I've never done this before."

"I know that silly," she said tenderly stroking his face. "Don't worry, I'll help you." 

She reached into her bag and got out a condom. "I'd let you do me without one since it's your first time, but I'm not on the pill."

"That's okay," he said. I was grateful she was being anal about condoms.

She tore the package with her teeth. Then she gingerly rolled it down his shaft. Halfway down his body jerked and he came into the condom.

"Damn!" he gasped, disappointment and embarrassment on his face.

"That's okay!" she assured him immediately. She hugged and kissed him. "It happens all the time, especially the first time." She took the condom off and wiped his cock with a towel. "We'll try again in a minute."

"Hey Jen - maybe since we have some time ..." Jamie said. His face was covered with lust.

Jen knew immediately what Jamie was saying. So did I.

She looked from Jamie to Larry. "I'll be right back," she said to Larry, stroking his cheek and giving him a quick kiss.

She went to Jamie and took his hand. "Let's go to the patio," she suggested. She held his hand as they walked across the room to the sliding glass doors. Clearly she didn't want to psych Larry out his first time by having him see the much more experienced Jamie fucking Jen's brains out. I was really impressed with how gentle and caring she was being with Larry.

They walked right by me to the private patio. Almost as an after-thought, Jen said, "You can come out here Mike if you want." I felt neglected and like a third wheel, but I didn't want to miss anything I followed them out to the patio, closing the door behind me. 

It was fast and rough. Jamie pressed Jen against the wall, kissing and fondling her. Jen kissed him back just as frantically. Gone was the patient, loving, considerate Jen from just a moment ago with Larry. Now she was a lust-stricken slut who wanted fucked hard. Also, unlike with Larry, she wasn't in control. Jamie was in control!

"Condom, condom!" Jen said urgently giving him the square package (she must have carried one in her hand). Jamie ripped it open and rolled it onto his cock. Then he bent at the knees to get the right angle, and thrust up and penetrated her pussy! Jen grunted at the penetration! She immediately wrapped her long shapely leg around his and then they were urgently humping each other.

It took only 5 minutes. I saw Jen's toes curl in her strappy high heels as he made her cum on his sheathed cock. And then he growled and came into the condom. I came too, shooting my spunk onto the patio.

Panting, Jamie pulled out of Jen. Jen had the presence of mind to say "careful" as he pulled out, not wanting the condom to slide off.

Jamie leaned against the wall as he caught his breath. Jen leaned into his chest as she panted. He put his arms around her.

After they caught their breath they moved towards the sliding door to go back to Larry. Jen said "Give me a sec with Mike." 

After Jamie went inside and closed the door, Jen sat next to me. To my surprise, she leaned into me. I put my arm around her. I expected another rebuke from her, but instead she snuggled in closer. It was the most physical contact we'd had in almost 2 days and it felt good. 

She looked at me. "Kinda wild huh?" she said. She was still catching her breath.

"Yeah," I agreed. I brushed her hair with my hand. 

She kissed my cheek and said, "Jamie fucks better than you, but I'll always be your girl." She gave me a teasing smile. She squeezed my thigh. "Let's go back in baby."

I followed her back into the room, closing the door behind me. I felt off-balance with Jen's hot and cold treatment of me. Maybe that was her intention, her way of turning my wish into reality. Anyway, if that was what she was trying to do she was succeeding.

Inside I went to the minibar and poured myself a scotch. I held a beer up to Jamie. He grinned and nodded. I handed him the beer. 

Jen got back into bed with Larry. Both were on their knees. She put her arms around his neck and tenderly kissed him. She was the patient, loving, considerate girl again. I couldn't believe how she was switching personas so quickly and effortlessly. It was like she sensed what a guy wanted and needed in a girl, and she became that girl. She was really blowing me away. 

She kissed down Larry's chest. She looked up at him and smiled. "Has a girl ever gone down on you?" she asked.

"I've gotten blow jobs before!" he insisted.

"Okay, just curious," she said soothingly. Larry seemed so young, could he really be 21? "You'll have to tell me how I rate. Just remember, always tell a girl she's the best, even if she's not." She giggled. Then she lowered her head.

Before Larry knew it, his cock was inside Jen's mouth. He moaned with pleasure. I couldn't believe how lucky he was! His first time was with a girl as gorgeous, sexy and frankly as caring as Jen!

I was a little surprised Jen went down on him. I'd have thought he'd pop immediately again. But of course Jen had a lot more experience than me on how far she could push a guy before he came.

Jen raised her head after just a couple of minutes. "So where do I rate?" she asked with a teasing smile, her lips wet.

"God you're incredible!" Larry gushed.

"Good boy," Jen said smiling, approving of his answer. "Ready to lose your v-card?" she said with a giggle. 

"Yeah, yeah!" he panted.

Jen reached over and pulled another condom from her bag. She handed it to him. "Maybe you should put it on. Do you know how?"

"Yeah, I think," he said taking the package. He opened it and rolled it on his shaft. He had some trouble because it was his first time, and also because he was so thick. 

Jen noticed. Larry was probably thicker than Jamie, although not as long. "I'm gonna enjoy this," she said to no one in particular.

After he had it on, Jen kissed him and then rolled onto her back. She pulled him on top of her. "It'd be easier if I was on top, but it'll be better for you if you're on top," she told him.

"Why?" Larry asked like an eager student.

"The first time you're with a girl, always take her on top," she said to Larry. 

"Why?" 

"Most girls like it when the man takes control," she explained.

"What about from behind?" Larry asked.

"That's okay too," Jen said. "But you can't kiss from behind, and girls like being kissed when they make love."

"Okay, I get it," Larry said. Getting bold, he smiled and said "So does your husband do you on top?"

"He does me wherever he wants, he's my husband," Jen said. She smiled at me. Then she looked back at Larry. "Come on cowboy, you ready?" 

She reached between their bodies and gingerly took hold of his cock, being careful not to stroke or stimulate him. She guided him to her pussy lips. "Yeah, okay, now push in, push in hard." 

Larry pushed but his cockhead was so thick it wouldn't go in.

Still gingerly holding his shaft to guide but not stimulate him, Jen said patiently, "You have to push hard baby. Don't worry about hurting me. I want you inside me. Come on baby. Use your legs, push hard, push really hard."

Taking Jen's advice, Larry dug his toes into the mattress. Holding Jen's shoulders for balance, he pushed hard. His face contorted and I saw the cords in his neck strain as he pushed his thick cockhead hard into Jen's pussy lips.

"That's right baby, that's right, keep going, keeping going," Jen encouraged him. Suddenly his cock penetrated her and she grunted at the sudden fullness. She grimaced at being penetrated with something so thick. "Fuck!" she cried.

"Oh god this feels so fucking good!" Larry gushed immediately pushing farther in.

"Wait wait baby!" Jen gasped pressing her hands against his chest. "You're really big, you need to give me time to adjust."

"I'm really big?" he said looking amazed and pleased with himself.

"Yeah you're a really big boy," she assured him. "You feel really good too. Are you about to cum?"

"No I think I'm okay," he said.

"Okay then come here," she said wrapping her arms around his neck. "Remember I said girls like being kissed? Kiss me while I get used to you. But don't move. Just kiss."

They kissed. "It's okay to use your tongue," she breathed. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, encouraging him to do the same to her. "You can touch me while we kiss," she said. He explored her body with his hands. "Stop if you think it'll make you cum." 

"Okay," he said, kissing and fondling her, pushing his tongue into her mouth.

After a while Jen said "Okay Larry, push more into me now, yeah, like that, not too fast, okay, yeah, a little more, yeah, a little harder, yeah, feels good, yeah, yeah." Eventually he was balls deep. There was sweat on his and Jen's brows from the exertion. 

"Are you okay?" she asked, her arms around his neck. She kissed him tenderly.

"I think I'm all the way inside you!" he gushed.

"Yeah, I think you are," she said smiling into his eyes. "You feel good too."

"Really?" he said delight in his eyes.

"Yeah, REALLY good," she gushed. She ran her hands over his chest. "You've got a great body."

He beamed into her eyes. "Your body's so hot!" he gushed.

She smiled at him. "Okay, now move back and forth a little," she said. "Um ... no ..."

Larry had trouble establishing a rhythm. "God I'm sorry," he said clearly feeling bad. "You're so tight, it's hard to move."

"You know you just gave me a really big compliment right?" she said beaming into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed again. 

She tenderly rubbed his chest. "Let me tell you what's wrong," she said gently. "You're really big. That's a good thing right?" She giggled. "My pussy's stretched tight around you. It's feels great!" She giggled again. "That's why it's hard to move. So you have to fuck me really hard." She rubbed his chest and arms. Even though he was skinny he had a good physique. "You need to use these awesome muscles of yours and fuck me really hard. Really slam me. Don't worry you won't hurt me. I like it hard, all girls do."

"Okay, okay, I get it," he said. He dug in his feet and pulled back hard. Then he pushed in hard. He did it again and again, pulling back farther, slamming in harder, getting into rhythm, gaining more confidence.

"Yeah, yeah, like that Larry," she gasped. "Feels good, you feel good."

"Yeah? You like it, really?" Larry said.

"I like it so much you're gonna make me cum if you keep doing what you're doing," she playfully threatened, her head rolling back at the pleasure.

"Really?" Larry said shocked. "I wanna make you cum!"

"Then ... then ... just a little more," Jen moaned, moving her hips in sync with his. "Don't cum a little longer, okay? I'm almost there. Yeah feels good. Can you rub my nipples? Like before. Yeah, like that, yeah, a little harder Larry, pinch them, yeah, yeah. Oh god, oh god! Fuck me hard Larry! Oh god! Harder! God! Larry god! I'm cumming! You're fucking making me cum! God, god, god! OH GOD! FUCK JAMIE YOUR FREAKING BABY BROTHER IS MAKING ME CUM!!"

Jen suddenly wrapped her arms tight around Larry's neck and she kissed him hard. She groaned into his mouth as the stilettos of her strappy high heels dug into the mattress, her back arching in a glorious orgasm.

"Oh god I'm cumming too!" Larry wailed. He slammed Jen harder as he climaxed, his hips jerking over and over, and that seemed to make Jen's orgasm go even longer. Larry jackhammered her shooting more and more sperm into the condom until finally he collapsed onto her chest. 

Jen and Larry panted into the other's face. To the side Jamie hooted and started clapping. Jen and Larry started laughing, both of them looking sheepish. 

Jamie joined Jen and Larry on the bed. The two guys joked with Jen, tickling her. They were all laughing, giddy even, rejoicing Larry's first time. "You're no longer a virgin bro!" Jamie yelled with a big grin. "And you made her cum too! My baby brother's first time and he makes her cum!" Jen smiled sheepishly as the two brothers high fived each other.

"Careful," Jen said with a laugh. She held the condom on his shaft as Larry pulled out of her. She took off the condom and dropped it into the trash can next to the bed. Then she wiped Larry's cock with a towel.

"You were incredible!" she gushed to Larry, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "You DID make me cum. It was really good too." She laughed. "I wasn't expecting that!"

I was still trying to process all I'd seen and heard. Larry was Jamie's younger brother? His brother?!!

My heart beat wildly. I felt manic, like how you feel after having way too much caffeine. Or how you feel when you're way turned on, when you're turned on so much your hands shake. 




Consequences Pt. 09



I'd cum while Larry fucked Jen. But I was still full of lust! That's how crazy turned on I was. I knew beating off again wouldn't help. Have you ever been so turned on an orgasm doesn't help? Your dick goes soft after cumming, but you're still full of lust? That's how I was.

I needed a break. I couldn't take more, not at that moment. 

I grabbed the pillow and blanket and opened the door to the patio. I looked back. Jen's eyes were closed and her head rolled back. Jamie was kissing up her neck and playing with her tits. Larry was between her legs, licking her, I guess getting practice with another part of a girl's body. Round two had already started.

I sat on the recliner. I felt stunned, shocked, lustful, bothered, excited, jealous. I ticked the points off in my head. Jen had neglected me all weekend, barely spending any time with me, ridiculing me sometimes. She'd given her body to Jamie, at least 5 years younger, while giving me almost nothing. She just had a threesome and gave an innocent virgin boy probably the best first fuck in recorded history. And, the virgin (Larry) was Jamie's kid brother. His brother! His fucking brother!!

My mind reeled as I tried to process all this, especially the last part. His brother! His VIRGIN brother! God ...

By luck I'd carried the scotch out with me. I gulped it down and wished for more. Then I realized I'd hung my bathing suit and t-shirt on the patio to dry. I put them on and went to the bar.

The bar was mostly empty. Manuel was there and he served me a scotch. He didn't ask where Jen was. I guess he knew. I sucked down that scotch and Manuel set me up with another.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. My heart leaped thinking it was Jen. But when I turned I saw it was Tara.

She looked at my bathing suit. "I'm going for a moonlight swim too," she said. She was in her bikini and she seemed drunk. "Come on, join me." She ordered a bottle of champagne and two glasses from Manuel. 

I let her lead me to a hot tub. Even in my stupor I noticed she detoured to take us to an out-of-the-way hot tub. We got in. I was chivalrous enough to open the champagne and pour us both a glass.

"I'm so glad college is almost over," she said. "It's so boring. College guys are so boring. Like all the guys here. You know?"

"You think Jamie's boring?" I said with a sarcastic laugh. "You know what he's doing right now, right?"

"Fucking your wife's brains out?" Tara said harshly. In her drunken state she slurred her words. She gave me a sympathetic look (or was that pity?). "I don't get Jen. Why would she want an asshole like Jamie when she has you? I mean, yeah, I get he's probably a great fuck, but he's barely gonna graduate."

"You've never been with him?" I asked. I poured her more champagne.

"Yuk! You're kidding right?" Tara scoffed. "He's such a player. I want someone serious. A guy who can put together more than 3 word sentences."

"I guess Jen's needs are more basic," I said with a bitter laugh. 

"Why are you with her?" Tara asked. "I mean, I get it, she's pretty. Prettier than me." She laughed. "But you're Mike Andrews. Why do you put up with it?"

I stared at her, startled. "Have we met before?" I said stupidly. "I mean, I know we've met ... obviously ... but do we know each other?"

"I told you I'm a computer science major," Tara said with a shrug. "You're pretty famous. You know, in a Bill Gates sorta way."

I looked at Tara, as if for the first time. She was really pretty, a brunette. Curvier than Jen, bigger breasts. Her tummy was a little rounded but otherwise she had a really nice body. Definitely attractive. Not as gorgeous or super hot as Jen, but still ... In college, I would've thought her way out of my league, just like Jen.

She saw me checking her out. She said "Here, let me." She picked up the bottle of champagne and refilled my glass. As she did she "accidentally" brushed her big breasts against my cheek. I felt myself get hard.

As if embarrassed by her boldness, she sat back against the other side of the hot tub. "So you really let your wife sleep with other men?"

"I don't know how much sleep they get," I joked.

She could tell I was full of shit, that I was tormented by this. "Why do you do it?" she pressed.

I shrugged. "I'm one of those guys who gets off on it," I said honestly. "I like seeing her with other men." After a moment I added "I can't really satisfy her."

She gave me a "seriously?" look. "Mike, you've got a tongue right? You've got fingers. I assume you have a penis." She frowned at me. We were both pretty drunk by that time. "Believe me, you can satisfy her. And it doesn't matter how big or small you are."

"Okay," I said looking away. I couldn't believe we were talking about this, but like I said, we were pretty drunk.

"You're really cute, you know that?" she said with a smile. "And you're kinky. I like that. I hope Jen knows how lucky she is."

"She says she loves me," I said.

Tara nodded. "And I bet you adore her, huh?" she said with a shake of her head. "Why do the pretty blondes with long legs get all the great guys?" She studied me. As if making a decision, she took the bottle and chugged it, as if for courage. Then she slid over to me and put her hand over my cock. "Do you ever have fun too, when Jen's with another man?" she said with a sultry smile. She gently squeezed my cock. "This is more than enough to make me happy." She leaned in and kissed me.

We both were drunk. I was way horny. I guess she was too. That's how it happens, right?

I kissed Tara back. I wanted her. I wanted to ravage her young hot body and make her scream my name. I wanted to make her cum on my cock. I wanted to feel like a man!

But I couldn't cheat on Jen. I couldn't do that to her. I loved her too much.

I gently pulled away from Tara. Disappointment filled her eyes. No one likes being rejected.

"It's not you Tara," I assured her. "I think you're really hot. But I can't cheat on Jen."

"Seems kinda unfair," she said bitterly. "She's fucking Jamie right now, isn't she?"

"Yeah but ... that's how it works with us. Honestly she's the only girl I want."

"Okay," Tara said resignedly. "Do me a favor? Don't talk about this."

"I'll never say anything," I promised. 

Tara got out of the hot tub and started walking away.

"Hey Tara," I said. She turned to me. "Call me if you need a job after college."

Her eyes went wide. "Are you serious?"

"Sure. It'll be a good CS job, I promise." Being a partner who brings in a ton of money has its advantages.

"God Mike, thanks! The job market really sucks, I'll definitely call you!" she gushed. She looked overjoyed. "I can't believe I'll be in New York City!"

I got out of the hot tub after Tara left. There was still champagne in the bottle. I carried it with me back to our room. 

I squeezed through the privacy shrubs onto the patio. I looked in the glass doors. They seemed to be taking a break. Jen was between them and they were laughing and talking. They were all naked. Jen looked incredible laying between the 2 naked guys. She was naked too although she still had the strappy high heels on. Somehow wearing the high heels made her look even sexier. 

There was a lot of playful touching going on as they talked and joked around. These moments were the most gut wrenching. The moments leading up to or after sex. 

The touching progressively got more intimate. Soon Jen and Larry were kissing while Jamie kissed her from behind. The two brothers taking her. Again. I watched for a while but it was too much. 

I was turned on and hard. But most of all I wanted my wife back. I missed her. It wasn't just the sex. I wanted to hold her, talk to her. I wanted to be the one in bed joking around with her.

Here's the funny thing. You know what hurt the most? When she went snorkeling with Jamie and not me. We snorkeled on beach vacations, we always had. That was something we did together. It was something she should have done with me, her husband. That bothered me the most. 

I put the pillow on the recliner and laid back. It was getting chilly so I pulled the blanket over me. I looked up at the stars and sipped the rest of the champagne. 

Despite the heartache and angst, part of me didn't want it to end. The dark emotions were so intense, so delicious. I'd never been so turned on - so constantly turned on - in my life. 

I was hard again. I took out my cock and stroked myself. For a moment I thought of Tara. But my fantasy quickly switched to Jen. She was my muse, only her. I beat off listening to the sounds of sex coming from inside. Listening to Jen's moans, her whispers. 

I came after just a few moments. 

I must have passed out. When I opened my eyes the sun was just coming up. 

I tried to get up. My head spun. Note to self: scotch, hot tub and champagne do not mix.

I sat still for a moment and the spinning stopped. My stomach felt a little queasy but otherwise I felt okay.

I cautiously approached the glass doors. I looked in. They were all still asleep, their naked bodies entangled. Jen's head rested on Jamie's arm, her arm thrown over his chest. Larry spooned her from behind. She was no longer wearing the high heels. Her pretty bare feet were tangled with Larry's legs behind her.

It was hard to look at my wife sleeping like that. Her sleeping with another man (or in this case, men) really bothered me. Like I said, the sex part wasn't so hard. It was the stuff before and after that were hard.

It got me hot though. Fortunately the patio was private. I pulled my cock out. I stroked myself as I looked at them sleeping. As I came I managed to shoot my spunk onto the shrubs instead of the glass doors.

At times like this I always got depressed after cumming. I needed coffee. Maybe caffeine would pick me up. I still had my bathing suit and t-shirt on. I probably looked like a mess, but it was early.

I walked to the restaurant. Luckily I didn't run into anyone I knew. I particularly didn't want to see Tara, that would be too awkward. 

I got two cups of coffee. Jamie and Larry could get their own fucking coffee.

I slipped back onto the patio. I sat back down onto the recliner, sipping my coffee. 

Almost immediately Jen came out onto the patio, wearing a robe. See saw me and said "There you are!" She looked relieved. She saw the second cup of coffee and said "You just saved my life!" She kissed me, then picked up the coffee. She recognized immediately I'd gotten her a skinny caramel latte, her favorite. "You're pretty amazing, you know?" she said giving me a crooked grin.

"No whip too," I said smiling back.

She smiled and then took a sip of the coffee. "I so needed this," she gushed.

"Long night huh?" I asked, a little sarcasm in my voice.

"Long weekend," she corrected. She heard the sarcasm in my voice and put her finger to my lips. "We'll talk in a minute. I need to say goodbye to Jamie and Larry."

Handing me her coffee, she went back into the room. I watched from the patio. Jamie and Larry had gotten dressed. Jen went to Larry first. "You're really a great guy," she said rubbing his arm and smiling into his eyes. She gave him a peck on the lips. 

After a night with Jen Larry was much more confident. It was like a different person. He wrapped his arms around Jen and turned the peck into a lingering, passionate kiss. Finally Jen broke away. "Wow," she said amazed, smiling into this face.

"Can I see you later?" Larry boldly asked. "You're not leaving until tomorrow right?"

"Um ... thanks but I wanna spend today with my husband," she said. "I had a great time last night." She got on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear. I could just make it out. "I'm so happy I was your first. Remember me okay?"

Jen turned to Jamie. "See ya later Miami," she joked with a playful smile.

"You too Penn State," Jamie joked back. They laughed and hugged. "Call me if you've ever in Miami."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. They did a silly fist bump and then he and Larry left.

Jen came back out to me on the patio. She sat down next to me on the recliner. I handed her the coffee and she sipped it. 

"So it's over?" I asked referring to my first wish.

"I'm ready for it to be over," she said.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked looking at me.

"Honesty?" I said. "It was the most exciting time in my life. Also really troubling. But ..."

"But?" she prompted.

"Part of me is disappointed it's over," I said. "Part of me wants to keep playing."

She nodded, looking straight ahead. 

"How about you?" I asked.

"It was the same for me," she admitted. "I want to talk to you about it."

"Okay," I said. I grinned at her. "First though ..."

She smiled at me. I took her hand and we walked back inside. I took off my t-shirt and bathing suit and she took off her robe. We got into bed and hugged. Just hugged, her skin against mine, nothing between us. 

I pulled away and looked her up and down. She still had the prettiest face. She still had the sexiest body. If anything she looked even more incredible with her new tan (and I found bikini lines really sexy since they showed how skimpy her bikinis were!). 

Jamie and Larry had left love bites along her neck, shoulders and breasts. I kissed them all.

She stroked me. I got hard, but not completely hard. "What's wrong?" she asked. 

"I've been masturbating a lot," I said sheepishly.

"Oh," she said with a giggle. "That's okay, I'm kinda sore. But I want you inside me."

She got on top and we kissed. God it felt so good to kiss her, to hold her! 

As we kissed she reached between our bodies and continued to stroke my cock. 

She got up and straddled by hips. She continued to stroke me. With her other hand she scrapped her nails lightly over the underside of my balls. I was rock hard now. 

She looked into my eyes and said, "Mike I think we should use a condom."

I looked back into her eyes. "Yeah," I agreed.

She got a condom and rolled it on me. Then she lowered herself on me. She felt a little loose, but still incredible.

"You told Larry girls want their men on top, they want their men in charge," I said as she rode me.

"This is us baby," she said kissing me. "I like being on top, you know that."

I didn't last long, even with the condom on, even with her looseness. I grunted and came. I felt bad, she hadn't come close to a climax. She read my mind and said "It's okay I knew I wasn't going to cum."

We got room service. After breakfast I said "Ready to talk?"

She turned up her nose. "It kinda stinks in here." The room did stink of sex. We opened the glass door all the way to air out the room and called housekeeping to clean up (we left a big tip). 

"Maybe we can find a hot tub someplace," she suggested. "A private one."

"I know the perfect place," I said. I led her to the hot tub from last night. 

"How did you find this place?" she asked as she got in. She looked at me with a curious look on her face. The hot tub was off the beaten path and hard to find.

"I came here last night," I said. 

"I wondered where you disappeared to," she said.

That surprised me. "You knew I wasn't there?"

"Of course I did Mike," she said.

We sat across from each other, just like Tara and I had last night. We were silent for a while, relaxing in the hot bubbling water. 

"Why'd you leave last night?" she asked. "You said all this excited you?"

"It was TOO exciting," I said. "It felt like I was going to burst. I needed air." I added "It bothered me when you snorkeled with Jamie. And left for dinner without me."

She looked at me for a long time, studying me. "That's what you wanted though, right Mike?" she asked.

"I guess ..." I admitted. I added more definitively, "Yeah, I did."

"You wanted me to be mean to you," she pressed. "You wanted me to ignore you."

Her tone was harsh. "Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"Yes. No. I don't know." She laughed without humor. "Your fantasies are hard sometimes Mike. I told you I'd do anything with your 3 wishes. You wished and I did it."

I suddenly appreciated what she'd gone though. It hurt her to be cruel to me. It would be like asking me to be mean to her. I wouldn't be able to do it. 

"I'm sorry honey," I said hugging her. "The snorkeling thing. It must've hurt you to leave me behind."

"It did, and it didn't," she said.

"What do you mean?" 

"I got into the game," she admitted. "I liked it. I know that's terrible ..."

"It's okay baby, it's what I wanted," I assured her. I grinned at her. "So it turned you on to be mean to me?"

She smiled back sheepishly. "I wasn't really trying to be mean to you. I mean I was pretending at first, but then later once I got into it ... It was more like, I knew what I wanted, and you got in the way," she said with an uncertain laugh, as if coming to grips with all of this. "I liked the control."

"Okay," I said processing what she said. 

"I feel bad now," she said looking at me with a guilty face.

"It's okay baby, it turns me on too," I assured her.

She smiled at me, relief on her pretty face. 

I had a sudden urge. I reached under the water and hooked her bikini bottoms with my thumbs. "Raise up baby," I said.

"Mike, seriously?" she said with a nervous giggle, but she raised her butt up. I pulled her bottoms off her legs. 

"Make sure you don't lose that," she giggled looking at her bottoms in my hand. 

I smiled at her. I caressed her inner thighs. She parted her legs, then lowered herself into the water more so only her head was above the bubbling hot water. I traced circles around her clit. "Feels good," she sighed.

"Are you sore?" I asked, my fingers lightly rubbing around and over her clit.

"Yeah, but that feels good," she said her eyes closed.

"At the football game. You let the guys touch you? You didn't make them stop?"

"I did at first," she said. "But then I let them."

"They weren't nervous, that I was right there?" I asked, lightly rubbing her clit.

"I told Jamie you liked watching guys fuck me."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "You only told Jamie?"

"There were a few guys there when I told him," she admitted. She gave me a mischievous smile. "Some girls there too."

I thought about that. "That must have blown their minds," I said with a grin.

"Um, yeah!" she said with a laugh.

"Was Tara there?" I asked.

Her eyes opened. She studied me. "I think so. Why?"

"I talked to her some," I said with an innocent shrug. "I had to talk to somebody, you were gone so much."

"Okay ...," she said with a frown. 

"Move over here a little," I said. "Open your legs a little more." Now there were three jets massaging her clit, along with my fingers.

"That feels freaking awesome," she gushed. She quickly forgot about Tara.

"Do me a favor," I said. "Take off your top."

She looked at me. I don't know why I asked. Maybe because I wanted her to do what I said. To reestablish my place as her husband, the man she listened to.

Without saying anything, Jen reached behind her and pulled the strings. Then she handed her bikini top to me. Now she was completely naked under the water.

I put both her top and bottoms on the ledge next to us. I got in front of her, kinda floating in the water, with my arms on either side of her, boxing her in. I leaned in and kissed her. I kissed down her neck. "You let Jamie give you a hickey on the dance floor," I said. 

"Yeah," she admitted.

"You knew I'd get mad."

"Yeah, I did," she admitted again. "He was my man Mike," she bluntly said looking into my eyes. "I let him do whatever he wanted to me."

Her answer surprised me. Bothered me. Turned me on.

"You know how I get," she said soothingly. "How I get lost in it." 

"I'm your man Jen," I insisted.

"You weren't the last 2 days, Jamie was," she said looking into my eyes. "But you're my man again." She looked at her discarded top and bottoms on the ledge. "So I'm letting you do whatever you want to me." 




Consequences Pt. 09



"What else do you want to do to me Mike?" she asked. 

She saw the hunger in my eyes. She reached under the water and pulled off my bathing suit. Then she switched with me so I was sitting down on the seat under the water. She leaned into me, her tits pressed against my chest. She wrapped her hands around my cock and stroked me. She kissed me as she jerked me off.

I came. Then I insisted on getting her off with my fingers. I worked her gently because she was sore. Afterwards we hurriedly got back into our bathing suits, giggling like kids who'd done a naughty thing. We went back to our room to shower and change.

We got into fresh bathing suits. Jen put on a cover-up over her bikini, another one of those really short sundresses held up by a thin spaghetti strap on each shoulder. I put on a polo shirt with my bathing suit.

We went to the hotel restaurant for lunch and sat outside on the large patio overlooking the ocean. We saw a lot of Jamie's friends. While polite, Jen's demeanor made it clear playtime was over and she was mine again. 

Jamie and Larry came over. Again she was polite, but essentially gave Jamie the cold shoulder. She was gentler with the young Larry but he got the message too and left.

It was good spending alone time with Jen, just us. I needed time to reconnect, and I think she felt the same way.

After lunch we went to the beach. Jen took off her sundress cover-up and I took off my polo shirt. Jamie and his friends were around. Again she was polite but she made it clear she was with me. They must've been confused seeing us together again after what'd happened the last 2 days, but I didn't care. It was great to have my wife back, I didn't care what they thought.

Jamie came by and offered Jen a cigarette. Jen looked at me. I didn't like her smoking. I had a thing against smoking because my brother Joe was a cancer survivor. She'd smoked the other day with Jamie but now the game was over. She looked at me and then Jamie and shook her head. I guess he was hoping to get her alone so he left disappointed.

Jen sat on the edge of the recliner her feet in the sand. She had her elbows on her knees and her chin rested on her hands. She looked at me. "I know you don't like smoking," she said. "But you can't control me Mike. I like a cigarette now and then. I don't smoke a lot. I'll be okay."

"I guess I don't understand smoking," I said. "Why do you like it so much?"

"It calms me," she said. "It's not easy playing the game sometimes. Meeting new people. Flirting. Competing with other girls. Always having to be pretty and sexy." She laughed. "You try it sometime, it's not easy. A cigarette helps take the edge off."

I thought about what she was saying. "I get it," I said nodding. "But we're not playing the game right now."

"You don't think so?" she said with a laugh. "This time yesterday I was with Jamie and his friends. They're still here. You don't think that makes me nervous?"

"Yeah, I see," I said. I never really saw it from her point of view, but now I understood. It was like what they say in high school, it's hard work to be popular. "Do you want me to get you a pack?" I said as a peace offering.

She gave me an appreciative smile. "No, it's better I don't have a pack because then I will smoke too much. I'm going to bum one off Jamie. Is that okay? Don't worry, I'll be a good girl."

"Okay," I said reluctantly. But she was right, she was her own person, I couldn't control her. I wouldn't want to control her. 

Jen walked over to Jamie and his friends and bummed a cigarette from him. He was more than happy to give her one. I was relieved to see she at least didn't flirtingly take the one from his mouth. Instead he gave her one and then he lit it while she held it in her lips.

I tried not to stare. Everyone knew my MO by that time, but still I didn't want to be obvious about it. Anyway, I didn't want anything to happen today. I wanted to just relax with Jen on the last day of our vacation.

She came back about 10 minutes later. "See, just a cigarette, no gang bang." She said it kind of dismissively.

I felt like she was being sassy with me. I asked "Are you mad at me?" 

She was laying on her stomach, her head resting on her crossed arms. "No," she said turning her head to look at me. "I kinda like bossing you around," she said with a playful, mischievous smile. "You know, the control thing." She reached behind her and pulled the string at her back. "Rub lotion on my back baby."

I smiled and got up. Kneeling on the sand I rubbed lotion into her back, giving her a mini back massage. "So I'm man enough to put lotion on you?" I joked, referring to our joke the other day about how only "her MAN" was fit to put lotion on her.

"You're my cuckold," she said a twinkle in her eye. "But you'll have to due today."

Her words aroused me. But they bothered me too. "Jen ... I like being your cuckold. I want to be your cuckold. But I'm still your man."

"I was just joking Mike," she said with a laugh.

"I know, but ... the games we play, sometimes I worry ... will you ever lose respect for me?"

"It's just a game Mike," she said. "I told you, you're the only man I'll ever love."

Her answer wasn't quite satisfying. I didn't know what it was. It was like she had an edge to her today.

Later I said to Jen, "Let's snorkel the reefs."

"Okay," she agreed with an indulgent laugh. She realized snorkeling together was important to me. I knew it was dumb, but we'd snorkel together at every beach vacation we'd ever gone on. I liked traditions.

We rented gear and walked to the ocean. We walked by Jamie and his friends. 

"Give me a sec," she said to me and she walked over to Jamie. She and Jamie walked a few feet away, just far enough to be apart from the rest of his group. I waited as they talked. They laughed and a few times Jamie whispered into her ear. Each time Jen laugh and shook her head no.

By this point I was pretty sensitive about her paying attention to Jamie. I started getting annoyed as the seconds passed. She finally returned.

"What was that about?" I said annoyed.

"Mike it was nothing," she said with a laugh. "I was barely gone."

I realized she was right. She'd been gone just a few minutes. I realized something else. I was aroused.

She gave me a knowing grin. Holy shit, she's dicking with me! She's pushing my cuckold buttons. I couldn't help smiling back at her.

We had fun snorkeling together. We snorkeled side-by-side. Often times we held hands or our bodies would be touching as we moved through the water or stopped to look at sea life. 

We went back to our room after snorkeling. It was mid-afternoon. We got into bed to take a nap. We kissed a little but sex was out of the question. We were both exhausted. Jen was sore, and I'd cum so much I wasn't sure if I could get hard again any time soon.

When I woke up I WAS hard. Jen had my cock in her mouth. "Hi sleepyhead," she teased looking at me with bedroom eyes. I'd cum so many times already that weekend, including two times with her today, but still she got me off really fast. 

After I came she snuggled into my arms. "I really do love you baby," she said.

We fell asleep again. When we woke it was well passed sunset and we were both famished. We decided to go into town for dinner. 

Jen got into the shower first. She always did because it took her longer to get ready. When I got out of the shower she was doing her hair and makeup. I was ready when she was still deciding what to wear. 

She put on a slinky black dress. It was held up by two spaghetti straps and ended mid-thigh. I loved that dress on her. It really hugged her curves and showed a lot of leg. She normally wore a strapless bra with it, but she'd left the bras (and panties) at home. That was okay with me! I loved it when her nipples dented what she was wearing.

I sat on the bed watching her get ready. I loved watching her dress! She knew it and gave me a crooked grin. "At least be useful, zip me up," she said with a smile, turning and holding up her long blonde hair.

I smiled back and zipped her. Then she picked up black strappy high heels. "I love it when you wear these shoes," I said.

"Fuck me pumps right?" she said with a laugh.

"Not just that," I said laughing back. "I like how they only have two thin straps, over your toes and around your ankles. You know how pretty I think your feet are."

She laughed. "You've so got a foot fetish," she playfully teased me. Then she looked at me, as if thinking of an idea. She handed me the high heels and then put her right foot on my thigh. "Ok cucky, put the shoe on me."

"Yes 'mistress' Jen," I jokingly said smiling at her. I carefully put her pretty foot in the shoe and did the strap around her slim ankle.

"Good boy," she said. She put her right foot down and then raised her left foot to my thigh. After I put the shoe on, she teasingly pressed the stiletto against my crotch. I was hard of course. "Good cucky," she said with an amused smile.

We took a taxi to a really good seafood restaurant. I don't remember the name but it was really good. 

It was still early after we paid the check and I didn't want to go back to the hotel yet. Jen didn't look like she was ready to go home either.

I asked the taxi driver good places for a drink and people watching. He named a few places.

Jen said "How about Coco Bongo?"

"That's very good too senorita," the driver said. 

"Sure, let's go," I said a little hesitantly. I wondered where Jen had heard of it.

Coco Bongo was trendy, high energy and packed. In the Cancun heat there was a lot of beautiful flesh on display. We found a spot at the bar and I ordered margaritas. 

I was only half surprised when Jamie and his friends showed up. I was annoyed though. "Did you know he was going to be here?" I demanded. 

She shrugged. Clearly she did.

We formed a circle and talked. He and his friends talked mostly about their upcoming graduation and trying to get jobs. They were young (almost a decade younger than me), but nice enough. 

Larry wasn't there. Tara was, at first. We said hi and chatted a little. "Sorry about last night, I was really drunk," she whispered to me out of earshot of Jen. "Were you serious about the job?"

"Yeah, absolutely," I said.

Tara and Jen seemed to have a staring contest at each other. I guess deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Tara drifted off to say hi to other friends who arrived. I didn't see her again.

Jamie asked Jen to dance. She looked at me, and I gave her a "whatever" shrug. She went off and danced with him. At least she sort of asked me, I thought to myself.

I watched them dance. It wasn't the dirty dancing like before. There was some touching, but that was inevitable given how packed the dance floor was. Still, I didn't understand what was going on. I thought the game - my Wish #1 - was over.

They came back after a couple of dances. Jen looked flushed. She gulped down her margarita.

I pulled her aside. "What's going on?" I demanded.

"Mike I'm just dancing," she snapped frowning at me. Her tone softened and she rubbed my arm. "It's just dancing Mike."

I tried to calm down, suppress my jealousy. It WAS just dancing. She loved to dance. I didn't, and I couldn't anyway with my bum leg. I tried to bury my anger and insecurities and enjoy the evening. It was the last night of our vacation after all.

I got us another round of margaritas. We stayed talking in the circle with Jamie and his friends. Jen wasn't paying any more attention to Jamie as anyone else. I drank my margarita and tried to enjoy myself.

Everyone went off to dance again. I stayed behind drinking my margarita. They started dancing as a group, in a circle, everyone having fun. They danced a few dances. One by one they returned to where I was, sweating and gulping down beers or margaritas. 

Jen and Jamie didn't return, and I couldn't see them on the dance floor. 

It was obvious what was going on. I was pissed. I went looking for them. The more I looked, the more pissed I got.

I finally found them in a half lit hallway that led to a store room. They were kissing, locked in an embrace. More than that, Jamie had his hand up her skirt. And she wasn't wearing panties! She had her leg around his. She was practically dry humping him! I was furious!

"What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled pulling them apart. "Get away from her!" I yelled at Jamie. I was ready to slug him!

"Dude, calm down," Jamie said his hands up. 

"You better go Jamie," Jen said looking at him and me.

"Yeah, leave!" I said scowling at him. 

"Whatever!" he said disgusted, pushing passed me.

I turned and glared at Jen. She looked guilty, but there was something else too. Annoyance? Impatience? She had a lot of nerve!

"Was he fingering you?!" I demanded.

"God Mike ..." she said.

I was furious. She was MY wife. MINE! I pushed her against the wall and kissed her open mouth. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I pulled up her skirt and grabbed her thigh, wrapping her leg around me. If she wanted fucked in this bar I WAS GONNA DO IT!

"Mike come on," she said pushing me off. She looked around embarrassed.

"What, you'll let Jamie fuck you here but not me?!" I snarled at her, feeling angry, hurt and jealous.

"Mike, honey, I'm sorry, it just happened," she said rubbing my arm. "Come on let's go home."

In the taxi I didn't say anything to her. I was so pissed!

She leaned into me and rubbed my arm, looking into my face. I avoided looking at her but I didn't push her away. 

In our room I roughly threw her onto the bed. I was pissed but turned on too! I jumped on top of her, tearing off her clothes, kissing her everywhere.

I pushed up her skirt and yanked apart her legs. She was naked under the dress. I got between her legs and pulled out my hard cock. 

"Condom Mike," she said reaching for one.

"Fuck you!" I growled pinning her arms over her head. I was tired of her games. She was my wife! I'd fuck her any way I wanted! I rammed my cock into her bareback!

"Mike pull out before you cum," she warned.

"I'll cum wherever I want!" I yelled. She was my wife! She was mine! 

God her pussy felt so good!

"I'm fucking cumming!" I cried moments later.

"Don't Mike!" she warned. At the last moment I pulled out and came all over her stomach.

I guess we called a truce. We put on robes and walked to the private hot tub. Luckily it was empty (I was afraid Tara might be there with a friend or two). We dropped our robes (both of us completely naked) and got into the hot bubbling water. 

"So what was tonight all about?" I asked annoyed. My anger was still there but I had it under control (for the moment). 

She was across from me, floating in the water. She pressed her pretty feet against my chest.

When she didn't answer I said "What's going on Jen?" My anger was returning.

"Rub my feet," she said pressing her toes against my chest.

I gave her a WTF look. But I took her feet in my hands and rubbed her soles, working on her arches and heels the way I knew she liked it. She closed her eyes.

"Why'd you kiss him Jen?" I said annoyed. "The game was over."

She swam over to me, straddling my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I love you Mike," she said hugging me tight. "More than anything. You know that right?"

I was really confused now.

"What's going on Jen?" I said. I wasn't angry anymore. I just wanted to know. 

"You can't control me Mike," she said. She said it gently, but it was like she was chastising me. "I can do what I want."

"What does that mean?" I asked. "You're my wife! You're mine!"

"Yep, I'm yours" she agreed. "You're my husband, and I love you."

"So you were just teasing me tonight?" I asked. 

She didn't answer. She straddled my lap and hugged me, but she wouldn't answer.

We didn't make love that night. We were both too tired, too sore, too emotionally spent, too sexed out, too everything. But we held each other close in bed as we fell asleep.

I was the first to wake up. Jen was nestled in my arm. She liked to be snuggled when she slept. 

I carefully peeled back the blanket, exposing her. We'd been together for years but I never tired looking at her face and body. God she was hot!

I decided to give her a special wakeup. I moved down and gently parted her legs, careful not to wake her up. Then I lightly and slowly licked between her pussy lips. She smelt like the chlorine of the hot tub but that was okay. Even after years of being together I was in lust with her body, I couldn't get enough of her!

I licked circles around her clit. Then I softly flicked my tongue across her clit. I alternated between her pussy lips and clit. I also moved down and caressed her ultrasensitive sandbar with the tip of my tongue.

A moan escaped Jen's lips and her body moved. She was slowly waking up.

I licked a little harder. Her pussy was getting wet, her sweet natural scent replacing the chlorine. I soaked in her sexy sweet fragance and felt my lust building.

"Oh baby what are you doing?" she said sleepily, parting her legs wider. I did my magic on her clit, also inserting a finger inside her and fingering her g-spot. "Oh god baby!" she moaned, her head rolling back and her hands clutching the sheets. 

She opened her legs even wider, giving herself completely to me. I kept her on the brink of climax for long minutes, wanting to draw it out and make her eventual orgasm more powerful and longer lasting. I was good at eating pussy and I knew her body really well. I kept her at the edge, almost there but not quite, teasing her, building her up and then letting her settle down. Soon her body was writhing under my tongue, her head thrown back, her hands clawing at the sheets.

She began grinding her pussy against my face. She grabbed my hair. "Oh god Mike oh god oh god!" she moaned.

Finally I let her cum, licking her clit hard while rubbing down on her g-spot. Her back arched and her toes dug into the mattress as she had a powerful wondrous orgasm.

I moved up the bed as she panted. I looked at her pretty face as she recovered. The look of her post-orgasmic beautiful face is so amazing, I can't even describe it. 

I felt good inside, knowing I could still give her so much pleasure. She saw me looking and said with a crooked smile, "You're looking pretty smug mister." Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "That was an amazing way to wake up, thank you baby."

"How's your leg feel?" she asked. She got on her knees and gave me a leg massage.

"It's stiff," I said. "That feels good."

She massaged my leg for about 15 minutes. "I see something else's stiff," she joked looking at how my erection tented my shorts. I couldn't help it. I was already hot and the massage got me hotter (while also making my leg feel a lot better).

I looked at the clock. We needed to get going if we were going to catch our plane. "I guess we better start packing," I said, wanting sex but knowing we didn't have time. 

She heard the disappointment in my voice. "I can take care of you," she offered with a smile.

"I want to," I said. "But we can't miss this plane. Remember you have a trip tomorrow." She had another business trip tomorrow.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Thanks honey for taking care of me." She hugged and kissed me.

Jen took a shower first. I went in next.

When I got out of the shower I couldn't help whistling at the way Jen was dressed. "Wow you look amazing!" I gushed.

She wore tight short shorts. They showed off all her long shapely legs and emphasized her tight butt, although they were just long enough not to show her ass cheeks. Her legs looked even better with her new tan. The fact she also wore strappy high heels really got my blood boiling.




Consequences Pt. 09



On top she wore a fitted blouse that showed off her slim figure. The blouse ended just above where the shorts started, so she was showing off a little of her flat tummy. The blouse was white and light weight, so if you looked hard enough you could just make out the dark of her nipples and aureole (since she'd left her bras at home). She looked achingly hot!

We ran into Jamie and his friends at reception. They were checking out too. "I'll be right back," she said. She walked over to him. I frowned but gave her space. He seemed pissed about last night. But he definitely checked her out in her slim leggy outfit, giving her long up and down looks. It made me wonder if she'd dressed this way hoping we'd run into him.

They talked a few minutes. By the end Jen had charmed him and he was smiling, even laughing. They hugged goodbye and she walked back to me.

"What was that about?" I asked, not able to keep annoyance out of my voice.

"Nothing honey," she said soothingly. "I just said goodbye." She leaned into me and took my arm. "Let's go home baby."

Jen turned a lot of heads in the airport. She was definitely high class eye candy! It felt great having her on my arm, it was like having a trophy wife!

We settled into our first class seats. I put my arm around her. "So I guess you're into Jamie," I said. 

"I guess ... as much as I can be into a 21 year old," Jen said with a laugh. She squeezed my hand and laid her head on my shoulder. She lowered her hand and rubbed my bad leg.

I thought of what she said last night" "You can't control me Mike. I can do what I want." 

I said "We need to talk Jen."

"I know honey," she said. "But not now, okay? I'm really tired. When we get home."

She slept all the way home on the plane, snuggled in my arm. It felt great holding her. My first wish had been really intense. I thought I knew what I wanted for my second and third wishes but honestly they scared me after what'd happened this weekend. 

We were exhausted when we got home so we didn't get a chance to talk. Jen had to leave the next day for another business trip. 

Her meetings around the country (and the world) were really intense. It wasn't like Google where they did a lot of prep and then had one big pitch meeting at the end. The companies owned by Memphis Global were too diverse for a single pitch. So Jen and her team essentially had to do separate pitches for each of the main Memphis companies. After all the pitches were done, the decision makers at all the companies would get together and decide whether to hire Jen's firm. So Jen and her team had to be on their A-game constantly for an extended period of time. It was really hard and stressful.

I started physical therapy after getting back from Cancun. My range of motion got better and it didn't hurt as much, but the therapist ultimately told me I'd have a slight limp for the rest of my life, and it'd hurt some off and on (like arthritis). Jen cried when I told her that. She still carried a lot of guilt. I did my best to console her. I didn't blame her. She was my world and she hadn't been hurt. All I had was a slight limp. I'd take that deal any day of the week.

Jen worked on Memphis Global constantly after Cancun. Finally a couple of weekends later she got some down time. 

We were sipping wine after dinner. I had my arm around her and her head was on my chest. As I held her she rubbed my leg. She did that all the time now when we were together, rubbing my leg. It always felt great, not just the physical part of it, but also it showed how much she loved and cared for me.

"Can we talk about Cancun?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. She sat up cross-legged on the sofa looking at me. "I've wanted to talk to you too."

"About what?" I asked.

"You go first," she said.

"Okay," I said. But I didn't know where to begin. Finally I said "It was pretty intense. I told you - it was almost too exciting for me." I grinned at her.

"It was exciting for me too," she said grinning back. "I still can't believe how much I got into it."

"I was kinda surprised when you hooked up with Jamie the last night at Coco Bongo," I hesitantly said. I didn't want to start an argument but I needed to get this off my chest. "Then later you said you could do anything you wanted. That was kinda harsh Jen."

She didn't answer immediately, as if trying to process her own feelings. Finally she said "Keri has this thing that she's entitled to sleep with whoever she wants. Because she's so gorgeous."

I was surprised by that, and put off. "Do you feel that way?" 

I guess Jen sensed my annoyance because she got wary. She seemed to struggle to articulate what she was feeling. "It's more like ... you push and push me to do things. To play the game. To be with other men. I'm not saying I don't enjoy it, I do. But you're the one pushing. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed. I WAS the one always pushing and encouraging her to be with other men and test the boundaries of the game.

She looked relieved I saw it the same way. She said "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You kinda lose some say Mike. It's my body. If I want to be with someone, I don't need your permission. I'll tell you about it after. I won't hide anything from you. But you can't control me Mike. I'm not your sex toy."

I leaned back against the sofa, startled by her words. She said it in a soft voice, but it was harsh. I didn't know how to respond. Finally I said "Is this about my cuckold fantasy?"

"I don't know. Maybe," she said. "I told you how I fantasize about a guy controlling me and you. I don't know if it started with your fantasies or if I already had that fantasy."

"Jen, you're my wife," I said. I emphasized "my." 

"Of course I am baby," she said hugging my arm. "You're the only man I'll ever love. You know that right? This is just about the game. Do you want to stop playing?"

"Would you stop? If I wanted to stop, would you?" I asked, suddenly not sure of her answer.

"Of course I would baby," she assured me rubbing my chest. "Do you?" she asked again.

I thought of Cancun. How exciting it'd been. I thought of all the guys she'd been with. Yeah, it'd been hard sometimes. Really hard, more than once. But so exciting. And even the heartache and gut wrenching angst were exciting too. Someday we'd stop, I was sure. But I didn't want to stop yet.

"No, I don't want to stop," I told her.

"Okay," she said. "I don't want to stop yet either." She took my hands. "Since we're going to keep playing the game, we need to agree on this. I can do what I want, and I don't need to check with you first."

"Were you planning to fuck Jamie at Coco Bongo?" I said resentment in my voice now.

"I don't know," she said. "I didn't like it though when you showed up and made a scene."

Her rebuke felt like a physical blow. But god ... I was dizzy with excitement. "You'll tell me everything, right?" I said.

"Yes, absolutely," she assured me.

"Will I be able to watch?"

"It depends on where I am, who I'm with," she said. "I'll try to make it so you can watch, at least sometimes."

"Will you tell me before you hook up with someone?" 

"I can't promise that," she said. "You know how it goes, right?"

"Yeah, I get it," I said. I didn't like her answer but I understood what she was saying. It was like in Coco Bongo with Jamie. Things can happen really fast. 

"And you understand, if I do call, I'm only telling you, I'm not asking for your permission," she said. "I don't need your permission."

"Yeah Jen, I got that part," I said bitterly. 

I was trying to process all this. I was her husband. As husband, her body was mine. Her lips, her breasts, her gorgeous legs, her pussy were mine. True, I shared her with other guys. But I was in control. She always had to check with me before being with someone, and I had veto power. If I said no, it was no.

Now she was asking me to give up control. I wouldn't just be sharing her incredible body. I'd be giving up control of her body. She could fuck whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted.

I felt ready to burst! It was like in Cancun. I was so excited my hands shook.

"You'll stop if I say so?" I said. I wanted to make sure we were in absolute agreement on this. "The game ends if I say so, right?"

"Yes," she said without hesitation.

This was all so much to take in. "Are there any boundaries Jen?" I asked struggling to process all this.

"Of course there are baby," she said stroking my face. "We already agreed no old boyfriends right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. 

"If you want more boundaries we can talk about them."

I thought fast but then slowed down. There was no rush, I could think about it and we could talk later. But two things came to mind immediately.

"Will you use condoms?" I said.

"Definitely," she replied immediately. It made me feel good she didn't hedge on that one. I think we both noticed though I hadn't asked her to go back on the pill. That 800 pound elephant was still something we had to talk about, but that was for another day.

"If you start getting close to someone, will you let me know?" I said. "I need to know if you start falling in love. Honestly if that happens I'll probably stop the game right there."

"Yes I'll tell you," she said with an unconcerned laugh. "But you don't have to worry about that Mike, I'm not going to fall in love."

This all seemed so sudden. But was it really? I thought back to what'd happened with Alec, and in Vegas. She seemed to be heading in this direction, wanting more control, deferring less to me.

"So what does this mean for me?" I asked. "Do I still get your body too?"

"Mike, god, of course!" she said immediately, squeezing my arm. "I'm your wife, I'm yours."

"But you prefer sex with your lovers," I said bitterly.

"You know I love sex with you," she said soothingly, rubbing my arm. She moved from rubbing my arm to rubbing my leg. "I love you baby." She continued to rub my leg. "How do you feel about all this?"

"Honesty? It really turns me on," I said with a laugh. I held out my shaking hand. "I'm so excited my hand is shaking."

"I thought so," she said with a crooked grin, looking at the tent formed in my pants. She gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I've got to ask you something," I said. "I need you to tell me the truth. I won't get mad, I promise."

"Okay," she said warily.

"Since the accident, we haven't had much sex. At least before Cancun. You've been traveling all over the place. Have you been with anyone?"

"No Mike I haven't," she said looking offended I'd even ask. 

"Okay, sorry," I said backing off. But then I thought, what the hell. I asked "Have you been tempted?"

"What does tempted mean?" she asked with a shrug. "I see someone I find attractive. Maybe he hits on me. Does that mean I'm tempted?" Before I could respond she said "Were you tempted when Tara hit on you in the hot tub?"

My mouth opened in shock. 

"When you left the room I thought you were really upset so I went looking for you," she explained.

"Nothing happened," I said truthfully. I couldn't help feeling good she cared for me enough to leave Jamie and Larry to look for me.

"I know, you were a good boy ... mostly," she said. "Mike ... if you ever want to be with another girl just tell me okay? I'll deal with it, but I'd like to know."

That surprised me. "I thought I was bubble boy?" I joked.

"You are," she said. "But it's not fair it's all one sided. I know how attractive you are to girls." She looked pained. "I wouldn't like it. But if you wanted to I wouldn't stop you. That wouldn't be fair."

"I guess money is an aphrodisiac," I said.

"Mike it's not your money," she insisted. "You're really a cute guy. You're so kind. You're brave. A lot of girls think you're hot, trust me on this one. I certainly think you're hot. And before you say anything, this thing is way big enough to satisfy girls, including me." She squeezed my cock. "Anyway, anything you lack here you more than make up for with your tongue. Do you have any clue how freaking incredible you are at that?"

I couldn't help grinning. "Okay. But just so you know, I'm not interested in any girl except you. Who else would make all my fantasies come true?"

"You know it mister," she said grinning at me and straddling my waist. She put her arms around me. "You still have 2 wishes you know."

I said jokingly, "How will that fit with your new found sexual freedom?" 

Jen looked at me seriously. "Baby you always come first with me."

We made love after that. Although I guess you couldn't call it making love, because I was so hot by that time I could barely control myself. There was a lot of hugging and kissing though.

There were still so many unanswered questions from Cancun. They seemed less important now. I figured we'd talk about them as they came up as we lived this new phase of the game.

But there was one thing we HAD to talk about. As I held her after our sex, I said, "Jen ... Jamie and Larry are brothers?"

"I was wondering when you'd ask me about that," she said with a giggle. "Yeah. Larry's 18, a senior in high school. A virgin. Jamie brought him to Cancun to take care of that." She giggled again, covering her face embarrassed. 

"So you agreed to -."

"Of course I agreed!" she said with a delighted smile. "How often does a girl get to take a cute boy's virginity?"

"God Jen ..."

"You think I'm a slut right?" she said looking embarrassed.

"No I don't think you're a slut," I said looking at her in awe. "I think you're the most amazing girl I've ever met!"

"Thanks baby," she said beaming at me. 

"The fact he's Jamie's brother, did that turn you on too?" I asked.

"I guess," she said blushing. "I mean, guys fantasize about doing sisters, right?" She giggled. We both laughed.

"Larry made you cum ..." I said. "And it was his first time."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and looked into my eyes. Clearly she'd known I'd bring this up. "Baby, I cum all the time with you," she said. "Yeah, I DID cum with Jamie his first time. But it was his first time! And he was Jamie's brother! Of course I was gonna cum."

"Okay, I get it," I said.

She kissed me. "I know I've thrown a lot at you tonight. I love you Mike. You're the most important person in my life." She kissed me again.



Consequences Pt. 10



The next day was a lazy Sunday. We slept in late. Then we went to our favorite bistro in SoHo for brunch. 

We were sipping coffee and reading the newspaper. Well, I had the newspaper in my hands but I wasn't focusing on the words. My mind was elsewhere.

"Jen, can we talk about what we talked about last night?" I said.

She put the paper down. "Sure baby," she said smiling at me.

I didn't know where to start. Finally I blurted out "How will this work?"

"I've kinda thought about it," she said. "I wanna do it so we both get what we want without putting our marriage at risk."

"I think that's a good idea," I said saying the obvious. A big smile came to my face. I felt so relieved hearing that! I'd agreed to give up control. That made me feel ... well, out of control. Her words relieved alot of my anxieties. "So what are you thinking? Do you have someone in mind?"

"Actually I do," she said with a smile. "You remember Alec, our IT manager who moved to London? I've seen him a few times on my trips."

"You said you haven't been with anyone!" I said immediately, my insecurities flaring up.

"No baby, I've seen him, talked to him," she said rubbing my arm. "He's helped set up some of our presentations with the Memphis companies in Europe." 

"Oh okay, sorry," I said grimacing and feeling like an idiot.

"It's okay baby," she said rubbing my arm.

"So you're thinking of hooking up with him again?"

"Well yeah," she said. "I'm thinking a longer term thing."

"He'll be your boyfriend?" I said.

"That's what you call it," she said with a laugh. "I'm thinking more like a friend with benefits."

"A fuck buddy," I said grinning.

"That's what Allie would call it," Jen said with another laugh.

"It would just be physical then?" I asked. "You wouldn't get close to him?"

"I might," she said. "You know how I get. That'll be up to me and Alec, how far we want to take it. But you don't have to worry Mike, I'm not going to fall in love with him.

"Okay," I said uncertainly.

She heard the uncertainty and anxiety in my voice. "Mike I won't," she assured me. "I know that worries you. Part of the reason I picked Alec is because he's married."

"He is? I didn't know that."

"Yeah, he's married and has 2 little kids," Jen said. "He just wants a little romance and sex with no commitments, and that's all I want."

"Okay, yeah," I said thinking. "That does make me feel better."

"See baby?" she said reaching over and squeezing my hand. "This won't be so bad."

"Yeah," I agreed squeezing her hand back.

"I was thinking of someone else too," she announced.

"Oh," I said surprised.

"Yeah, you know," she said. "Jaime."

"From Cancun?" I said surprised.

"Yeah," she said smiling. "You know I've been going to Atlanta a lot? Miami's just a short hop from there."

"Okay," I said processing all this. "You already talked to Jamie about this?" 

"Sorta," she said. "He's staying in Miami after he graduates. He got a job at the Delano in South Beach. He majored in hotel management."

"Okay," I said again. I didn't know what else to say. I was processing all of this.

Again she squeezed my hand. "You won't be worried about Jamie, right?" she said. "You can't think I'd ever fall in love with someone so young."

I thought about it. "Yeah, I get it, you're right," I said. I didn't say anything more as I tried to process all of this.

"Are you okay Mike?" she asked. "How do you feel about this?"

"It's a lot to digest," I said with a laugh. "Two boyfriends?"

"I thought two would be better because then I wouldn't be spending all my time with just one guy," she explained. "And I tried to pick guys you wouldn't be threatened by."

"Of course you're attracted to them," I said with a knowing grin.

"Well, yeah," she said grinning back. "But you know what else? They don't live here. So when I'm home it'll be just us. It won't be like before with Ricky or Tom when they were always trying to get me to come over."

"You've really thought this through," I said a bit stunned. I was alarmed by how much time she'd thought about this.

She seemed to read my mind. "Sorta yes, but not really," she said. She took my hands again. "Baby, I don't want you to think I think about other guys all the time. I like the game, it's exciting. But I'd stop playing right now if you wanted. If we're gonna keep playing though I wanna do it so it's exciting but doesn't hurt our marriage. Our marriage is my number 1 priority. You're my number one priority Mike."

Her words blew me away, relieving a lot of my anxieties. Yes, she'd spent time thinking about this, but a lot of it was coming up with a plan to make it work for both of us without risking our marriage. In fact, the more I thought about it the more I realized she was going out of her way to keep me from feeling threatened. Maybe I no longer had control over who she saw or when, but she was thinking about me a lot in making those decisions. 

"You're my number 1 too Jen," I told her, squeezing her hands back. "I couldn't live without you. I really couldn't." We hugged and kissed.

I took her hands. "I guess I'm trying to get my head around you having 2 boyfriends," she said. "We've never talked about that before."

"Honey, they're not boyfriends," she insisted. "We can call them that if you want but I think of them as just friends I know in London and Atlanta. We'll get together and hang out sometimes when I'm there, that's all."

"You'll sleep with them," I pointed out.

"Well yeah," she said with a laugh. "That's the point right?"

We both laughed. It WAS the point of course, that was what the game was all about. "Will you sleep with them?" I asked.

She knew I wasn't talking about the sex kind of sleep. She squeezed my hand. "That's up to me baby," she said gently.

"I'm just asking," I said feeling a knot in my gut.

"Yes, probably, sometimes," she said. Seeing the hurt and anxiety on my face, she said "Baby I've got to make it work for me too."

"Getting your brains fucked out isn't enough?" I said sarcastically. 

I regretted it as soon as I said it. Jen was the sweetest kindest girl but she also had a quick fiery temper.

"This ISN'T going to work if you're gonna make me feel like a slut," she said with a scowl. "I think I'm being fair Mike."

"Okay, okay, I'm sorry," I said quickly. I didn't want to start a fight. "You're right, I can tell you're trying to make it work for both of us."

My apology calmed her down because her anger disappeared and she smiled at me. That was a great thing about Jen. She could flare off instantly like a supernova, but she just as quickly cooled down and she didn't hold a grunge.

"There's just one thing honey," I said gently, not wanting to set her off again. "Last night it sounded like you weren't going to try very hard to let me know what you're doing."

"I don't need your permission Mike," she said with warning in her voice.

"I'm not talking about permission," I said. "But I'm still your husband. I have a right to know where you are and who you're with. It's a safety issue Jen. Also, that way I'll be able to stay connected to you. That's really important to me Jen, I get lonely too when you're away."

She paused thinking. "I get your point," she said. "Okay, I'll do everything I can to keep you in the loop."

"Thanks baby," I said feeling relieved. "There's just a couple more things, and then I think I'll be good with this."

"Okay," she said.

"When you're with your boyfriends, I want you to wear your wedding rings," I said. "I want you to wear them all the time of course, but I especially want you to wear them when you're with them. When you're with them, they'll be your only connection to us. When you look at them you'll think of me."

She moved her chair closer to mine and hugged me. "Baby, I don't need my rings to remind me of you, I think about you all the time."

"I know how you get caught up in it when you're with another guy," I said.

"Even then baby I think about you, all the time" she assured me. "Anyway, wearing my rings won't be a problem. Jamie won't care. And since Alec is married he'll be wearing his wedding ring too."

"Okay," I said smiling at her. "Just one more thing."

"Okay," she said squeezing my arm.

"You said you'll always use condoms," I began.

"And I will," she assured me.

"The thing is, I know how things get," I said. "Anything can happen."

"Yeah, I guess," she said. "What do you think we should do?"

We both fell silent. It was the 800 pound elephant in the room again. She'd put the ball in my court. I could tell her to go back on the pill. But is that what I wanted?

"How about this?" she suggested. "If I ever think I might not want to use a condom with someone, I'll talk to you first. And if I decide not to use a condom, I'll be really careful. Does that work for you?"

"... yeah, that works for me," I said after a moment's hesitation. 

Jen's next business trip to Europe was the following week. "Are you going to see Alec?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "Our meeting's in Paris and he's part of my team."

How convenient I thought. That gave Alec a legitimate excuse to be away from his family for a few nights. "You worked it out with him?" I asked. "The long term relationship thing?"

"That's not how it works Mike," she said with a laugh. It wasn't a mean laugh, it was more like a "get a clue, you silly goose" laugh. "We'll get together and see where it goes from there. I've told him I'm open to something more permanent."

"Permanent?" I said sharply, alarmed.

"MORE permanent, not permanent" Jen corrected me. "As in, not completely temporary." She rubbed my chest. "This is just fun baby, it doesn't mean anything. It's not gonna last forever."

"Fun with romance thrown in," I said, feeling insecure and bitter.

"Maybe ... actually I hope so, that's part of the fun for me, you know that," she said. "Mike, come on, we talked about this. I'm not going to fall in love with Alec."

"Okay, okay, you're right," I admitted. I forced a grin. "You know what's hard? I won't be there. It's not just wanting to watch. Here in New York we'd at least see each other some."

"I'll call you baby," she promised. "Maybe next time you can be there. You still travel a lot to Europe too, right?"

It was a long week. Monday night she texted me "I'm with Alec. Probably will spend the night. Luv you."

Tuesday she called me. "Hey baby, how's your week so far?" she asked.

"Good," I said. "How're your meetings? How's Alec?"

"Good, and freaking good," she said with a giggle. "He's a lot of fun."

"Oh okay good," I said. I was both turned on and jealous. At that moment, the jealous part was winning. "Are you seeing him tonight?"

"Yeah," she said. I heard excitement in her voice. "I've actually got to go. I'm meeting him for dinner."

I tried to keep busy with work. We were developing a new version of Sapphire, one I was really excited about. This version would be much more assessable to the ordinary investor. We were close to rolling it out, needing only SEC approval.

I reviewed an email from the SEC where they requested code modifications. This was their third request in the last 2 weeks. I frowned as I studied them. 

I called Eric, my old boss. In our firm's hierarchy I was actually above him now since at the end of the day all that mattered on Wall Street was how much money you brought into the firm. But Eric was still my closest confidant in the firm. 

"Eric, have you seen the latest SEC request?" I said.

"Calm down Mike, you're being paranoid," Eric said as we continued a conversation we'd been having the last couple of weeks. "I've talked to a lot of other partners, including old man Jacob. You're the only one worried about this."

Jen got home Friday night. She was tired but she knew I'd want to talk about Alec.

I forced my concerns about Sapphire out of my mind. Maybe Eric was right, maybe I was being paranoid. 

"You had fun?" I asked her.

"Yeah, Alec's great," she said. "I really like him."

"How was the sex?" I asked with a grin.

She sat on my lap and put her arms around my neck. "Freaking awesome," she said with a tired smile. She kissed me.

"Did you see him a lot?"

"Just Monday and Tuesday," Jen said. "His part of the meeting was done so he went home Wednesday."

That surprised me. "Oh ... were you disappointed?"

"Nope, I sent him home actually," she said. "Two nights with him was enough." She saw the relief on my face and laughed. It wasn't a mean laugh though. It was more like a "you're so predictable kind of laugh." She tenderly took my face in her hands and kissed my lips. "Honey, Alec and I are just having fun. Two nights was more than enough. He wanted to get back to his family and I wanted to get back to you." She kissed me again and said with a smile and a giggle, "Chill out a little okay?"

We didn't make love that night. She was too tired. She promised in a sleepy voice "Tomorrow morning I'm taking care of you mister."

And she did take care of me. I woke up with my cock in her mouth. Her soft blonde hair was tussled and fell over her pretty face. She looked so sexy! Looking at me with heavy lidded eyes she gave me a sexy smile and said "Ready to hear some details?"

Yes, I was definitely ready!

She slowly stroked me as she recounted what happened. They had to be discreet around the Memphis execs of course. She had to be careful around her team too since she was a partner now. They went out to dinner as a team Monday night. After dinner they took different taxis to his hotel. They were all over each other as soon as they were inside his room. They did it once and then she fell asleep exhausted from jet lag. She remembered him trying to wake her up for round 2 (he lived in London so didn't have any jet lag) but she was dead to the wind.

The next evening she told her team it was an "on your own" night. She was the boss after all. She was able to spend the whole evening with Alec.

"What'd you do?" I asked.

"He took me to the Eiffel Tower," Jen said. "At the top they sell glasses of champagne. We sipped champagne looking at Paris."

"Wow, sounds really romantic," I said, my heart heavy.

"It was," she gushed. "It was chilly so he held me as we looked at all the lights of Paris. Paris is really beautiful at night."

I guess she saw the cloud pass over my face. "What's wrong baby?" she asked. 

"It's just ... I've never taken you to the Eiffel Tower, or Paris."

"Mike it's no big deal," she said.

"It is a big deal," I said bothered. "The first time of anything is a big deal."

"First doesn't mean better," she assured me. "Someday you'll take me up the Eiffel Tower and I'll forget all about Alec. I'm not kidding Mike. I will."

I dropped it. What else was there to say? 

"Was the sex as good as the first time?" I asked.

"Better actually," she said. "We knew each other's body this time."

"Yeah okay," I said my cock jerking in her hand.

She grinned at my reaction. "Does that turn you on? That Alec knows my body?"

"Yeah," I admitted with a sheepish smile.

"Hmmm ... I bet I know what you want to hear," she said smiling back. She ticked off the points. "Is Alec bigger than you? Yes, longer and thicker. Did he make me cum during intercourse? Yes. How many times? More than once. Does he fuck me better than you? Um ... next question!  Does he make me cum harder than you? Your tongue is freaking incredible mister! Does he turn me on more than you? Um, depends. Did I make him wear a condom? Yes, absolutely. Did I go down on him? Yes. Did I swallow his cum? Yes. Did -."

"Wait Jen!" I gasped. "I'm about to cum!"

"Okay, go ahead baby, cum," she urged me.

"I wanna make you cum too," I said.

"This is for you Mike" she said stroking me faster and scrapping her nails across the underside of my balls. "Cum for me baby, I want you to!"

A moment later I came. She took me into her mouth at the last second and swallowed all my cum.

We hugged and kissed a lot that weekend. I needed the reconnection, and I think she did too. Sometimes I wondered if that was the best part of the game. Not so much the sex, but the reconnection.

We had lunch at our favorite bistro down the street from our loft. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

After brunch we did one of her favorite things, shop for clothes! Jen was a real fashion plate and loved clothes. I liked shopping with her too. I liked seeing her try on new outfits and shoes, she was major eye candy! And she was also a lot of fun, like an excited little girl in a candy store. 

As Jen tried on a dress the sun sparkled off her wedding ring. That reminded me. I asked "Alec was okay with you wearing your wedding rings?" 

"Yeah, he wore his too," she said distractedly as she looked for a smaller size. "It actually never came up."

We were talking softly so no one else could hear. I asked, "You think Jamie will be the same way?" 

"I'm sure he will," she said with a laugh. "I think banging a married girl is a big ego boost for him."

As we shopped more questions popped into my head. "Alec was okay with using a condom?"

"He didn't like it," she laughed. She smiled at me. "Remember, we didn't make him use a condom the first time." That was when she was pregnant and it didn't matter. "I told him I wasn't on the pill and he got it."

"Does he feel guilty cheating on his wife?" I asked.

"Maybe some, I don't know," she said. "He said he's lost his desire for her. He still loves her though, and loves their family."

"So he's had other affairs?"

"Probably," Jen said. "We didn't talk about it. We probably will if we keep seeing each other."

"You're going to keep seeing him then?" I asked. 

"I think so," she said. "I like him. The sex is awesome. I feel guilty he's cheating on his wife with me. But he'd cheat anyway. At least with me I'm not going to try to steal him away."

It was weird talking to Jen like this about her boyfriend. It felt kinda abstract since it happened in London, so far away. It felt safer that way, I didn't feel as threatened. But I also felt disconnected. It was like a part of her life I had no involvement in. 

"Are you okay baby?" she asked me. I guess I'd been quiet for a while.

"Yeah," I said. "You know, I think I would like to go the next time you're with him."

"I think that can be arranged," she said with a smile, leaning into me and giving me a kiss. She whispered "I like Alec and he works for me right now, but I kinda don't respect him because of the way he treats his wife. I know I'm part of that so I can't really judge him. I'm just saying, that's another reason I love you so much. Because you would never do that to me."

"I never would Jen," I assured her. "I'd never cheat on you. I love you too much. And you're the only girl I want."

"Okay then," she said giving me a crooked grin and beaming into my eyes.

I noticed the skirts and dresses she was buying were really revealing. Low necklines and really short, and really lightweight fabrics. They were all designer and too expensive to call slutty. In fact they were all classy. But really, really sexy and daring.

I mentioned that and she smiled. "Gotta impress in South Beach," she said giving me a teasing smile.

"So you're going to see Jamie?"

"I have a meeting in Atlanta in a couple weeks," she said. "I wanted to talk to you about that," she said squeezing my hand. "How does South Beach sound to you? I'd like to spend the weekend with Jamie."

"I thought I don't get a say," I said grinning.

"I don't want you to be alone all weekend when you could be at the beach," she said smiling back. She leaned into me. "It's your game too Mike. I want you to have fun."

"Okay, I'll go it sounds fun," I agreed still smiling.

"I'll be with Jamie though okay?" she said wanting to make sure I understood where I fit into all this. "I'm sure we'll see each other though."




Consequences Pt. 10



"Okay," I said hesitantly, the familiar knot returning to my gut. It was funny how a sentence or look from her could throw me for a complete loop. 

For once she didn't have to travel and we had a great week together. We had dinner together every night. We didn't have sex every night, but we were constantly kissing and hugging and holding hands. She gave me all her attention. I began to think this out-of-town 2 boyfriend thing might work. It was exciting but just the right amount of risk. When she was home she was all mine. I think we were closer than ever.

The next Monday she left for meetings in Atlanta. We agreed to meet that Thursday in South Beach at the Delano.

By Wednesday my team had implemented the SEC's latest software modification requests. I ran some simulations and was troubled by what I saw. I decided not to talk to Eric or any of the other partners. While I saw a pattern in what the government was doing, the evidence was murky at best. They'd just blow me off again. I decided to wait to see if the SEC requested more changes. 

I arrived Thursday looking forward to seeing Jen. I hadn't seen her all week and I missed her. I understood she was Jamie's girlfriend this weekend, but I hoped for some alone time with her before things got going.

I called Jen as soon as I arrived. She didn't answer. I called again. No answer. I called a third time. No answer. A few minutes later my phone rang. I saw it was Jen. "Hi honey," I said, "Where are you?"

"I'm with Jamie," she said. She was short of breath and I realized I'd interrupted them. She confirmed it when she said "We're kinda in the middle of something, I'll call you back later." She hung up.

I realized I'd interrupted their sex. I forced myself not to get upset. After all, that was the whole point of her spending time with him. I put on my bathing suit and went down to the pool to relax.

She called back an hour later. "Sorry about that baby," she said apologizing. 

"That's okay, I get it," I said with a good natured laugh.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"At the pool just hanging," I said. 

"Great!" she said sounding relieved. "You have fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

That surprised me. "Wait," I said. "I'm not going to see you tonight? I haven't seen you all week."

"I'm going out with Jamie and his friends tonight," she said. When I didn't answer she said "Mike you know I'm with Jamie this weekend." 

"I know but you said we'd see each other," I said.

"We'll see each other tomorrow, I promise," she said.

"Okay," I finally agreed. I wasn't happy but she was right, she'd warned me.

I hung out by the pool reading the latest John Grisham book on my Kindle until it got dark. I wanted to relax and enjoy myself so I tried not to get upset about Jen and Jamie. As it got dark I went up to my room. I showered and got dressed. 

I went searching for a good scotch. I'm a social introvert. I like being around people, but I don't feel the need to interact with them. I know that probably sounds strange, but that's how I am. Anyway, the point is, I like people watching.

I found a place called Aromas right on Collins Avenue. They served high end single malt scotch and perfectly cooked steaks. I was in heaven!

I was lucky to get one of the coveted tables on the sidewalk. At the table I enjoyed my scotch as I watched people walk by. It was a great view too. Pretty young girls showing a lot of really nice long legs. The steak was excellent, a big marbled bone-in rib eye, charred on the outside and medium rare inside. I was alone but still I had a really good evening, sipping really good scotch as I watched a lot of shapely tanned legs walk by. I tried not to think about Jen and how I was missing her.

I walked back to the Delano around midnight. Well, staggered was probably more accurate. I felt half-drunk from the scotch. But I wasn't too bad. Once back I decided to go up to the roof top club.

The roof top at the Delano was THE happening place in South Beach. All the beautiful people were there. 

I was hoping to see Jen there. After all, the Delano roof top WAS the place to be, and Jamie worked at the hotel. But they never showed up, at least not while I was there. At 1am I got up to go to my room.

I heard a name call me and I turned. It was Jasmine Kelly!

"Mike is that you?" Jasmine said surprised. "God, how are you?"

Pretty drunk I thought to myself. Of course I didn't say that. Instead I said "I'm good. What brings you here?" I tried not to slur my words.

"I'm doing a story on bullying in sports," she said. "I'm interviewing Coach Philbin on Saturday." She shrugged and grimaced. "I don't like doing sports stories. I'm trying to be a serious reporter. Whenever I do anything close to sports all the bloggers talk about how I should go back to ESPN."

"Bullying in sports is an important story Jasmine," I said. "And with your background in sports you probably can do a better job than anyone else at CNN. Coach Philbin will probably open up to you more than Anderson Cooper."

"You're a nice guy Mike," she said giving me a crooked grin. "Where's your wife? Are you here by yourself?"

"She's here. She's with girlfriends tonight," I lied.

"Okay you're single tonight so you have to have a drink with me," Jasmine said smiling at me.

"I'm kinda already smashed," I said.

"Then one more won't hurt!" she said with a laugh. She hooked her arm in mine. "Come on, one drink."

"Okay," I said with a laugh back. I joked, "Do me a favor though, no more pictures in the paper. That got me in trouble with Jen."

"Sorry about that," she said with another laugh. We walked to the bar. We got drinks and sat on one of the big rectangular cushioned lounge chairs. 

I couldn't help noticing how stunningly beautiful she was. Of course I saw her all the time on CNN but she looked even more gorgeous in person. Jen wore her blonde hair long, but Jasmine's blonde hair was even longer. She had her legs crossed sitting on the lounge chair and was showing a lot of firm tanned thigh. My heart beat faster being so close to her. Jen has the best legs in the world, but sitting there at that moment, I think Jasmine's might run a close second.

We talked and laughed about everything and nothing. She was really easy to talk to. I was having a great time being with her.

Always the reporter, Jasmine eventually asked "What's new in your world? How's Sapphire doing?"

My face clouded over at the mention of Sapphire, and Jasmine saw it. She WAS a reporter after all. "What's going on Mike?" she pressed.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe because I was drunk. Maybe because I missed Jen. Maybe because Jasmine was beautiful and I didn't want her to leave. For whatever reason, I started talking.

"We've been working on scaling Sapphire up," I said.

"What's that mean?"

"The original Sapphire is structured for large investors," I explained. "It can handle small investors if they pool together, but the logistics are complicated. We've been working on a new version of Sapphire so any size investor can buy in."

"Okay," Jasmine said uncertainly. "So this is a big thing?"

"Sapphire is all about providing transparency to the market. If you've got transparency, you've got trust, stability, accountability. No more Wall Street scandals that crater the market and hurt the little guy. Everyone makes money, large and small investors. But right now the granularity of Sapphire is too big. What we're doing is scaling Sapphire to refine the granularity to the trade level."

"You mean ... transparency at the trade level?" Jasmine asked, processing what I'd said.

"Yeah," I said. She was getting it.

"Okay, I think I see the advantages," she said. "But transparency at the trade level? That sounds 1984-ish. Big Brother knows everything."

I nodded, impressed. She'd gotten it right away. "Yeah, that's the issue."

I could see the wheels turning in Jasmine's head. She was realizing the implications. The new Sapphire would provide a more stable, lucrative market. But at the expense of privacy. 

"Mike, this sounds like a big story," she said her eyes boring holes into me. 

I didn't say anything.

"Can I quote you? Will you do an interview?" 

"No," I said. "This is all confidential with the SEC. You can't name me as a source."

"How can I follow up on this?" she asked.

"Call Ryan Hatch at the SEC," I suggested. "Tell him you've heard rumors. See what he says."

She nodded. "Mike, this story is huge," she said looking grateful. "Why are you giving me this?"

Because I'm drunk, I thought. Because I miss my wife and I'm lonely. And horny. Because you're gorgeous. Because you have amazing legs and look fucking incredible in those high heels!

"I better get going," I said instead. 

She put her hand on my arm, stopping me. I couldn't help noticing how soft and warm her hand felt. "How can I thank you for this?" she said looking into my eyes. Was that an invitation in her eyes? An offer?

I felt my heart quicken. I stood up. "It was good seeing you Jasmine," I said. Then I went down to my room. 

Inside my room I was surprised to see it was 4am. I'd spoken to Jasmine for almost 3 hours. Where had the time gone?

I checked my phone. Jen hadn't texted or called. Frustrated, I threw the phone on the bed. I tried not to be hurt, I tried to keep my anger in check. This was how the game worked. She couldn't be in two places. When she was with another guy, she wasn't with me. I signed up for this, I wanted this, and she warned me she was going to be with Jamie this weekend.

But she couldn't send me a fucking text?!!

I was horny. Yes, horny thinking of what Jamie was doing with my wife. I couldn't help it, even despite (or because of) my jealousy and hurt. I took out my cock and jerked off. As I fantasized about Jen with Jamie, images of Jasmine Kelly and her long legs flitted into my fantasies.

I woke up the next morning with a start. Where was I? Oh yeah, the Delano in South Beach. To my surprise, the sun was fully out. I looked at the clock. It was almost noon!

I scrambled for my cell phone. Why hadn't Jen called? Was she okay?

Then I saw my phone was out of power. I forgot to plug it in last night. I plugged it in and the iPhone took forever to charge up enough so I could turn it on. I seriously had a love - hate relationship with Apple!

Once it turned on I saw Jen had called and texted multiple times that morning, the first at 8am and the most recent just a few minutes ago. Damn!

I called her. She immediately answered and said angrily "Pretty freaking childish Mike!"

"Jen I'm sorry I was out late last night and I forgot to plug in my phone," I said.

"Where were you last night?!" she demanded.

Suddenly my anger flared, the loneliness and hurt from last night boiling over. "You'd know if you called me!" I said angrily. "You couldn't text me to let me know how it was going?"

We both were silent. Finally she said in a softer voice, "I'm sorry. It was really busy last night. Jamie dragged me all over the place, he wanted to introduce me to his friends. I seriously never had a free moment to text or call you. I should have though. I'm sorry."

Hearing her apology made me less angry. I was still hurt though, but I tried to push that aside.

"So where were you last night?" she asked again.

"I found a steak place on Collins that had really good scotch," I said. "Then I went upstairs to the Delano roof top."

"Oh I bet that was fun," she said a smile in her voice. She'd love the trendy, high energy roof top club, it was her kind of place. 

"Yeah," I said. "I'm surprised you and Jamie didn't go. What room are you in anyway?"

"We're checking in later," Jen said.

"What?" I asked surprised. I frowned into the phone. "You're not here at the Delano?"

Jen heard the ire in my voice. "No Mike," she said cautiously. "We're at Jamie's apartment on campus."

I gawked at the phone. What the fuck? University of Miami was 30 minutes away, longer with traffic. "I thought you're staying here at the Delano!" I said barely able to keep my anger in check. "Why did you tell me to stay here?"

"We ARE staying there baby," she said soothingly. "They're comping Jamie a room this weekend because he's working there after he graduates, but he would've had to pay last night. Remember he's still in college, he doesn't have much money."

"I would have paid!"

"Honey he wouldn't want that, he wants to take care of it," Jen said gently. "You understand how he feels, right? I'm with him this weekend."

Yeah, I got it. Jen was his date. Jamie wouldn't want another guy paying for anything. Especially his date's husband.

"Jen, he understands this is just fun, right?" I said frowning into the phone. "He doesn't think this might be permanent."

"He understands baby," she said reassuringly. "I told him we'd hang out, have fun, but eventually it would end."

"Okay," I said, still frowning but appeased some.

"Mike, it WILL end, but I don't know when," she said. "That's up to me and Jamie, because -."

I cut her off. I said bitterly, "Yeah, I get it Jen, because you decide who and when, I got it!"

We were both silent again. Finally I asked (in a calmer voice) "So I'll see you later right?"

"Definitely," she promised. "I'm going to Jamie's lacrosse game. We'll be over after."

"Jamie's on the lacrosse team?" I asked.

"Um ... yeah."

Just great. How wonderful. Next to football and basketball, Jen's favorite college sport was lacrosse.

After a few moments, Jen hesitantly said, "I need to ask you something. I hate to pile on, but I need to ask you now because they're going to be here soon."

"Who?" I said warily.

"Jamie's parents," Jen said. "This is one of his last home games and they're coming to watch."

"Is Larry going to be there?" Where was she going with this? Was she telling me she wanted another threesome with Jamie and his younger brother?

"No, just his parents," she said.

"Ok, then what?" I asked.

"Jamie wants me to sit with his parents at the game," she said. She stopped there, as if waiting for me to get it. But I didn't get it. 

"Mike," she finally said patiently, "I can't wear my wedding rings if I'm going to sit with his parents."

Have you ever been hit by a sledge hammer? Right to the gut? That's how I felt.

I went with my initial reaction. "Do you have to sit with them?" I said.

"Mike, be reasonable," she said gently. "Jamie's mentioned me. I can't not sit with them."

"I thought you were just friends with benefits!" I said. "Now it's like you're his girlfriend!"

"You're the one who calls him my boyfriend!" she said exasperated.

We were both silent, like wild animals licking our wounds. 

"Mike, we ARE just friends," she said in a calmer voice. "But what can I do? It's just this afternoon. His parents are going home right after the game. I'll put them back on as soon as they leave. You wouldn't even have known if I hadn't told you. But I don't want to keep any secrets from you."

She was right, I wouldn't have known. It was just a few hours. I felt childish. "Okay, I'm good with it," I said feeling foolish. "Jen, thanks for telling me."

"Of course baby, I'll never keep secrets from you," she said. "I'll call you when the game's over. Will you be okay today?"

I forced myself to get into a good mood. "Yeah, I have more books on my Kindle and the pool's fantastic."

"I'm glad honey," she said. "I'll call you later. Have fun okay? And make sure to charge your phone!" She giggled and then hung up.

I sat for long minutes after hanging up. I felt like I'd just been run over by a train. 

I shook my head. We had the strangest conversations. I guess that went with this game we played.

I had a mild hangover from last night. I took 2 Advils and forced myself to drink an entire bottle of water. Then I laid back on the bed. I was so horny. I took out my cock and beat off, thinking of Jen with Jamie.

Gasping after cumming, I wiped my hand on a towel and then put my arm over my head. For the millionth time I wondered why I loved the game so much. Why did I share my young, beautiful wife with other men? She could be here with me right now, her beautiful face and tight sexy body lying next to me. We could make love and then go for a long romantic walk on the beach. Instead she was with a handsome 21 year old college lacrosse star, probably getting her brains fucked out at this very moment. He was enjoying her wonderful body, not me. Why did I do it?

I got up, showered and dressed. I took my Kindle and found a diner a few blocks from the Delano. I ate breakfast by myself, finishing the Grisham novel.

I liked reading e-books but there was nothing like holding a real book in your hand. Having nothing else to do, I took a walk on Collins Avenue looking for a book store. I scored by finding a used book store. I loved the smell of books, especially old books. I enjoyed a good hour browsing, finally settling on a science fiction book and a political thriller. I was in a good mood leaving the store. I thought about my fantasy of retiring and reading books all day in a library. Maybe instead I'd buy a used book store and spend my days there. I'd be able to set my own hours and be home when Jen got off work (I knew she'd never stop working, she wasn't a stay-at-home mom kind of girl).

Thinking of Jen made me think of her and Jamie, and I felt my cock get hard. THIS was why I loved the game so much. Yeah, there was a lot of angst and other dark emotions, but there was so much excitement too. 

I forced myself to stay in a good mood. I was at the beach, it was a beautiful sunny day, my hotel was trendy and luxurious. Jen promised I'd see her today, which meant I'd get to see her interact with Jamie. That possibility got me fully hard and I had to adjust my shorts to keep from showing. 

I told myself to lighten up. It was Friday. By Monday we'd be home and I'd have Jen all to myself again. Just enjoy it, I told myself.

I put on my bathing suit and relaxed by the pool with my 2 new books. As I read my phone rang. My heart leaped thinking it was Jen, but when I looked I saw it was Tara! God, did she know I was in Miami and want to meet up? That was the last thing I needed.

"Hi Mike, it's Tara, remember me?" she said shyly on the phone. "I'm calling about that job offer? I'd really love to work on Sapphire. Can I send you my resume?" She sounded so excited.

Oh yeah, I'd offered Tara a job. Well, that had been an impulse decision ... Still, I liked the excitement in her voice. Also, I DID need more programmers, and she was CS with a minor in finance. I'd be hiring her sight unseen sorta (since I didn't know much about her other than she looked good in a bikini) but what the hell.

"Sure Tara, email your resume to me," I said. "I'll arrange things, bring you to New York for an interview. I'm pretty sure we'll offer you a job."

"God Mike that's so great!" Tara gushed. "I really do want to work on Sapphire, and I've always dreamed of living in New York City!"

"One thing Tara," I said. I needed to remind her not to mention what happen in Cancun between Jen and Jamie to anyone at work. It was obvious but a warning wouldn't hurt.

She heard the warning in my voice and read my mind. "Don't worry Mike, what happens in Cancun stays in Cancun," she assured me.

I got Tara's email a moment later. I looked at her resume. Actually, it was pretty impressive. 

I called our HR manager. "Sally, I just hired a new programmer, her name's Tara and she's about to graduate from Miami," I said. "Contact her and get her processed, okay? She'll start after she graduates."

"You got it Mike," Sally said. 

I smiled after hanging up with Sally. It was cool to be a big shot now and then.

I checked ESPN on my iPhone. The Miami lacrosse game started at 2, so it would be over around 4 or so. At 4pm I went back to my room. I showered and dressed. Then I waited for Jen's call. 




Consequences Pt. 10



As I waited I googled the Miami lacrosse team. Jamie was a mid-fielder, a 3 year starter. He wasn't a superstar, but he was pretty good. The last couple of years he made 2nd team All-ACC.

Watching the clock was like watching water boil. I checked ESPN again and saw the game ended at 4:10. I did a calculation in my head. Jamie would need to do team stuff and then shower and dress. Say he gets out by 5:30. He says bye to his parents. So he and Jen start driving to South Beach at 6:00. It was a 30 minute drive but say with traffic they get here by 7:00.

Jen said she'd call when they started driving over. Around 6 by my calculation. I turned on ESPN and told myself to chill.

She hadn't called by 630. I told myself to calm down.

No call by 7pm. My gut started to rumble.

At 730 I started getting angry and hurt. Even if they left campus now they wouldn't get here until 830 or later. Was she blowing me off again?

Suddenly my phone rang. I lurched for it. "It's me honey," Jen said.

"I thought you were leaving right after the game!" I practically shouted into the phone.

"We did baby," she said soothingly. "We're here in the hotel."

Oh. I felt like a dumb ass. Feeling foolish I said "Sorry I thought you said you'd call when you started driving."

"I did say that but Jamie's friends drove with us so I didn't get a chance," she explained. "We're in the Rose Bar but we won't be here long, can you come down?"

I bolted for the elevator. I didn't know what was going on but assumed Jen would explain. 

Downstairs Jen intercepted me before I got to the Rose Bar. It was so good to see her! She pulled me into an empty hallway and melted into my arms. "I missed you baby," she said hugging and kissing me.

"I missed you so much!" I gushed holding her tight. Her hair fell around my face and I caught the scent of fresh strawberries of her shampoo. I pulled away to look at her. God she looked achingly hot! She wore one of her new dresses, a clingy number held up by thin spaghetti straps that ended way above her knees. The dress had a swoop back showing a lot of her smooth soft skin. There was no way she was wearing a bra with that outfit, and that was confirmed by the dents her nipples made in the bodice. She topped the outfit with stiletto high heels.

"Jen you look so incredible!" I gushed.

"Thanks baby," she said beaming into my eyes.

Then I glanced at her left hand and a cloud passed over my face. She wasn't wearing her wedding rings.

She saw my mood change and immediately said "Let me explain." She pulled me deeper into the hallway, I guess fearing I was about to lose it. "Some of Jamie's new co-workers are going clubbing with us tonight. He wants to make a good impression. I'm his girlfriend tonight, so I can't wear my rings. You understand that, don't you Mike?"

I clutched my fists, trying to contain my jealousy and anger. "It's always going to be something Jen!" I said. "What about next time? Won't it be the same thing then? This was one of our rules Jen!"

"It's different tonight baby," she said soothingly, rubbing my arm. "You were worried about me forgetting you. But you're here, you'll be with us. That makes it different, right?"

"But what about next time?"

"Mike, honey, let's just worry about tonight," she said, almost pleading. I looked at her and suddenly noticed she had her cum face on. She wanted me to agree because she desperately wanted to be with Jamie tonight.

My sudden lust pushed away my jealousy and hurt. "Okay, okay," I said. "So how does tonight work?"

She smiled and kissed me, clearly relieved. "It's easy. You're Jamie's friend. He promised to play along. You'll know some of the other people from Cancun but they're Jamie's friends, they won't say anything."

"Okay, I got it," I said.

"Thanks honey," she said kissing me again. "I really love you, you know that right? We're just playing our game, it doesn't mean anything."

"Yeah, I know," I said. I kissed her back. "I love you too Jen."

She smiled into my eyes and squeezed my hand. "We better get back. We're not staying here. Drinks are too expensive for Jamie and his friends."

"Okay," I said. I understood that. Drinks here were $20 or more. 

We started walking back to the bar when Jen stopped me. "Mike, honey, remember," she said. "I'm with Jamie this weekend. Okay?"

"Yeah, I got it," I said. We started walking to the bar again and I automatically reached for her hand.

"Mike no," she said pulling her hand back.

"Oh yeah, right sorry," I said shaking my head. It wouldn't do for Jamie's co-workers to see his hot new girlfriend walk in holding another guy's hand.

As we approached Jen separated from me and went up to Jamie. She smiled and kissed him, and slipped her arm in his.

Jamie introduced me around. His co-workers were Karl, Ben and Stu. I recognized some people from Cancun but just barely. Jen was the social butterfly, not me.

We went down the street to a dive bar called Anchors Away (or AA to the locals, a really bad joke). Jen walked ahead with Jamie, holding his hand. She laughed and leaned into him, reminding me of how they'd been in Cancun not too long ago.

I fell in step with Karl, who seemed to be about my age (we were the two oldest there). Karl was the regular bartender at the Rose Bar. He was also the head sommelier and managed the wine cellar, so he was an important guy at the Delano.

"Oh yeah, I remember you from last night," Karl said. I'd gotten a drink there before going out and discovering Aromas.

We shook hands and made small talk. Karl struck me as one of those "I'm better than you" bartenders. He was a good looking guy I guess, but he was arrogant too. Whatever. I'd probably never see him again after tonight. It turns out we were both baseball fans so we chatted about our local teams.

AA was packed but Karl talked to a few people and scored us a table (I guess there's a bartenders fraternity or something). 

Jen and Jamie sat across from me. We hung out together as a group. Jen had one long leg crossed over the other and was showing a lot of thigh. As time went on she periodically adjusted her skirt, shifting in her seat, pulling it down.

As the group talked, Jamie had his arm around Jen softly stroking her shoulder. Later he had his hand on her thigh. She often leaned into him and whispered into his ear. They were definitely playing the new boyfriend/girlfriend thing up. Their casual intimacy really turned me on.

They got up to dance and my eyes followed Jen. Her long legs looked amazing in the short skirt and high heels.

"Good eye candy huh?" Karl said.

I realized he was watching her walk away with Jamie too. "Definitely," I said, deciding to play along.

His eyes were locked on Jen's ass. "No way she's wearing anything under that dress."

She definitely wasn't wearing a bra, not with that swoop back. I focused on her ass. The slinky dress really hugged her cheeks. I looked for lines but I didn't see any. "I think you're right," I said to Karl. The realization got me even more lustful. The dress was so short it ended just a couple inches below her pussy. No wonder she kept adjusting her skirt.

I watched them dance but it wasn't the outrageous dirty dancing from Cancun. I guess Jen was more reserved back home in the USA, especially with Jamie's new co-workers here. Still she looked really hot on the dance floor. 

"I'm going to ask her to dance when they get back," Karl announced, his eyes locked on Jen.

"I thought she was Jamie's girlfriend," I said.

Karl laughed and gave me a "you don't know who I am" kind of look. He grinned and said "Maybe not after tonight." 

I looked back to the dance floor. This will be interesting, I thought to myself.

They returned after a while. Sweat covered Jen's brow after dancing consecutive fast dances. She gulped down her margarita and Jamie ordered her another one. His arm possessively went back around her shoulder, like she was his. My cock was rock hard. 

The dancing had tussled her hair. She ran her fingers through it, but still some of her blonde locks fell over her pretty face. The nipples of her small breasts were hard from the dancing and poked through the thin fabric of her dress. God she looked so pretty! And so fucking hot!

Clearly Karl was taken by her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. After another round of drinks Karl got up and said to Jen "Wanna dance?" Karl looked at Jamie and said dismissively, "That's alright with you Jamie, right." He said it as a statement, not a question.

Jen glanced at Jamie. Jamie had a scowl on his face and was about to say something. I knew this was not good, Jamie might be about to tell his future boss to fuck off.

Then Jen said "Thanks Karl but I'm still catching my breath."

"Maybe later then," Karl said hopefully.

"Yeah maybe," Jen replied, but it was like she'd already forgotten about him. She leaned into Jamie and pulled his arm tighter around her, kissing his hand. She looked away from Karl and talked to other people as if he had ceased to exist. 

Having been so thoroughly and utterly rejected, Karl said quick goodbyes and left.

Jen's behavior seemed foreign to me. I couldn't figure it out at first, but then I realized ... she'd stood up for Jamie. Another guy - Karl - hit on her right in front of Jamie, and she'd roasted him alive, staying completely loyal to her "boyfriend."

With me, her response would've been the opposite. Maybe she wouldn't have danced with Karl. But she wouldn't have completely rejected him. She would've flirted and charmed him before sending him away. And in some cases - if she felt mischievous - she WOULD have danced with Karl. Sure, she acted this way because of our game. But she'd acted that way even before we started playing the game, before Ricky happened.

I wondered why Jen acted one way with me, and differently with Jamie. It kind of surprised me. I mean, I'd been with Jen for years, I knew her better than anyone. Still, what she did sometimes surprised me. It was like I didn't know her as well as I thought.

I guess Jen noticed my distraction. She tilted her head and gave me a questioning look, as if saying "is everything okay?"

I gave her a subtle nod of my head, telling her everything was fine. I wasn't upset. But it was something I wanted to talk about later. As it turned out, I didn't talk to Jen about this until very much later. 

Jen pretty much gave Jamie all her attention. But she wasn't mean to me, as she'd been in Cancun. True, she didn't pay attention to me, but that made sense, she was with Jamie not me. She did look and smile at me from time to time, like she was checking up on me. One time she even gave my hand a quick squeeze under the table. 

Everyone went out for a smoke. I didn't want to miss anything so I went too. I was chatting with Ben and Stu when Jen approached. She had an unlit cigarette in her hand. She walked up to me. "Do you have a light?" she asked me.

"Sorry I don't smoke," I said.

Both Ben and Stu rushed to light Jen's cigarette. "Thanks guys," she said with a giggle, putting the cigarette between her lips and leaning down a little to take the offered light from Ben.

The 3 of us seemed to awkwardly freeze up with Jen there. It was like high school, when the prettiest girl in the entire school asks to borrow your calculator or something. You give her the calculator and then you're a stumbling idiot. What do you say in the presence of that much beauty? It was like, you're not worthy to be so close to her.

Of course, Jen was having none of that. She chatted us up and pretty soon we were smiling and laughing with her. For the first time I got a feel of what it felt like to be on the receiving end of her social butterfly treatment. She was like the equivalent of a really charismatic engaging man. She could charm and put anyone at ease. I guess that was part of the reason she was so good at her job.

"Your name's Mike right?" Jen said to me.

"Um yeah," I said.

"I'm Jen," she said.

"I know," I said and we both laughed. Ben and Stu laughed too. Everyone knew the Prom Queen's name, right?

"So, how long have you been going out with Jamie?" Stu asked.

"Just recently," she said with a smile. She looked at me. "We met in Cancun."

"Wedding bells in the future?" Ben asked grinning.

"No, we're just having fun," Jen said laughing back. What she said next blew me away. She leaned in to the three of us and whispered "Actually I'm dating another guy back home, in New York."

"No shit?" Stu said.

"Yeah. We're kinda serious but, I mean, you know ...," she said.

"Yeah, relationships have ups and downs," Ben said nodding sympathetically.

"I'm actually with Jamie this weekend to make him jealous," Jen said with a giggle. 

"Shit or get off the can," Stu said laughing.

"Something like that," Jen said with a smile. She looked at me. "His name's Mike too."

I nodded. I could barely breathe, much less talk.

"Does Jamie know?" Ben asked.

"Yep," she said nodding. "We're just having fun. I like Jamie a lot though. He's great."

"You never know, if it doesn't work out with Mike ..." Stu said with a laugh.

"You never know," Jen agreed laughing back. She gave me one last look and then went back to Jamie.

Holy mother of god fuck ... I leaned against the wall, so dizzy with lust.

"Are you okay Mike?" Ben asked.

"Yeah," I said. "I think I'll go back inside." I went back into AA and went to the bathroom. I splashed water against my face and then leaned on the sink. I tried to will my heart to beat slower. I was so excited my hands were beginning to shake. I washed my hands and then went to the bar. I ordered a shot of bourbon and slammed it down, trying to calm down. 

Everyone returned to our table. I noticed Jen and Jamie weren't with them. I asked Ben and he said "The love birds took off."

Before I could process that my iPhone buzzed. I looked at the text. It was from Jen and it said "Room 307."

I made quick goodbyes and bolted back to the Delano. Too impatient to wait for the elevator, I ran up the stairs taking them two at a time. In front of room 307 I tried to compose myself. I took a few deep breaths. Then I knocked on the door. I willed my hands to stop shaking.

The door opened to Jen's pretty face. "Hi," she said smiling at me.

"Hi," I said back.

She took my arm and guided me into the room. "You're out of breath."

"A little," I said. "Where's Jamie?"

"He went to buy condoms," Jen said. She wrapped her arms around my neck and we kissed. 

I pulled away, alarmed. "Jen, he used condoms last night right?"

"Yeah baby, he just forgot to bring them," she assured me. We kissed again.

She grinned at me mischievously. "What did you think of my little act with Ben and Stu?" 

"Incredible!" I gushed.

"See, this is fun," she giggled smiling into my eyes. She leaned into me and said, "It wasn't all an act. I like making you jealous." As she said that she teasingly ran her fingernail down my chest.

I smiled at her. She was incredible! God I loved her! 

I thought of something and said "I thought Jamie didn't want his co-workers to know you're married?"

"Dating a married girl is one thing," Jen said. "Dating a single girl whose keeping her options open is another.'

"Oh okay, I think I get it," I said.

She held up her ring-less left hand. "Until a man puts a ring on my finger I'm a free agent."

"I HAVE put a ring on your finger," I told her.

Still holding her left hand up, she playfully taunted me. "Do you see a ring?" She smiled teasingly at me. "Tonight I belong to Jamie. And he's gonna try to make me forget all about that Mike guy in New York."

"Is it gonna work?"

"It might, Jamie's really good in bed," she said still wearing that teasing, taunting smile. "At least for a little while." 

I swear she was going to make me cum in my pants! She knew it too. She hooked her arm in mine and led me into the room. "Sit there cucky," she said motioning to a chair next to the bed. 

Jamie got back a few minutes later. He frowned seeing me. 

Jen immediately went to him. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. He still wore the frown. "Mike, can you give us a minute alone?" she said to me. I got up and walked to the door. "I'll text you Mike," she said.

I figured it would be longer than a minute. I went down to the Rose Bar. Karl was there.

"Hey man, party break up?" he asked me.

"Still going," I said. "That crowd's a little young for me."

"Mike, age is just a state of mind. If you think you're old, you are," Karl said like an ass. "What can I get you?"

I looked at the drink list. The Rose Bar had things like a Peach Prosecco, a Belvedere Citrus, a Grey Goose Cherry Noir. WTF? I tossed down the list. "Karl, you got any single malt scotch?"

Karl laughed. "You bet buddy," he said. He poured Highland Park over a single square ice cube. The bar was surprisingly empty. He poured himself one too. 

"That Jen is really hot, huh?" Karl said. "Small tits but what an ass! Pretty face too. I see a lot of pretty girls here, but she's something! I'd love to stick my cock down her throat!" 

Talking about Jen got me hot. Hoping he'd say more I clinked his glass and said "I wouldn't mind some of that too!"

"You're married though right?" he said motioning to my wedding ring.

I shrugged. Still playing I said "I'd cheat on my wife to fuck a girl like Jen."

Karl laughed. "You're my kind of asshole!" he said clinking my glass. He shook his head. "Man Jamie is a lucky fuck!"

"They left the party before me," I said.

"So he's probably fucking her right now," Karl lamented.

"Probably," I said. Of course, I knew he was doing exactly that! 

Just then my iPhone buzzed. It was a text from Jen: "You can come back now."

"I've got to go," I told Karl. 

"Okay buddy," he said. "Here, let me top you off." He poured more Highland Park into my glass. 

I nodded appreciatively at him and walked back to Room 307.



Consequences Pt. 11



[Author's Note: There's a wedding ring scene in this chapter that was inspired by JayCuck's story, "The One Less Traveled." JC gave me permission to use that element in my story. I highly recommend "The One Less Traveled" if you like cuckold or interracial stories. You'll root for Nick, be captivated and frustrated by Nicole, really hate Collin, and wonder what the heck is going on with a few other characters like that pretty bartender, Collin's lawyer and Cynthia.]

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A few minutes later I knocked on Room 307. The door cracked open. I saw Jen's pretty face. The rest of her was hidden by the door. 

"Hey," she said to me.

For a moment I thought she was going to tell me she wanted to spend the night alone with Jamie. I hesitantly said "Can I come in?"

"Of course baby," she said. She glanced down the hall. She whispered, "I don't have any clothes on, is anyone there?"

I looked back and forth. "The hallway's empty."

She opened the door enough for me to step in. She was naked, except for her high heels. She looked amazing!

Her face was flushed and her makeup was gone. Clearly they'd been making out. I glanced down at her pussy. The lips were wet with excitement but not red or puffy. They hadn't fucked yet.

"Sorry about that," she whispered rubbing my chest. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I got a drink at the Rose Bar," I whispered back. "Karl was bartending."

She smiled and rolled her eyes. "What an ass."

"Yeah," I agreed. "I want to talk to you later about him."

Jen tilted her head. "Okay," she said looking at me. She glanced behind at Jamie. She whispered, "He got kinda freaked out but he's better now. Why don't you sit back down?"

I sat back down in the chair as Jen got back in bed with Jamie. "Hey baby," she said moving into his arms. He was naked too. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed.

Soon they were seriously making out and fondling. Jamie moved his hand down her body. She grunted and moaned as he fingered her pussy.

"Wait, wait," she panted, gripping his hand to make him stop. She brought his hand up to her lips and kissed his hand.

"I wanna make you feel good babe," Jamie said.

"You do make me feel good," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him again. "I wanna make you feel good first."

She slowly kissed down his body, her lips and finger tips tracing along the impressive muscles of his well-defined chest. She lingered over his stomach, her finger tips tracing along the ridges of his six pack.

"Feels good babe," Jamie moaned.

"Yeah?" Jen said through heavy lidded eyes, her tussled blonde hair falling over her pretty face. She definitely had her cum face on!

She moved her head to just above his very impressive cock. She glanced at me. With her hand she brushed her long blonde hair to the other side of her face, giving me an unobstructed view. Then she lowered her head and put him into her mouth.

Jamie rolled his head back as Jen took him into her mouth. He was so thick she had to open her mouth wide to take him in. He was so long most of his shaft remained outside her mouth.

She raised her head, her eyes filled with lust. Holding his shaft with both hands, she looked at him and said "Your cock is incredible."

She looked at me and said "Mike, his cock is freaking amazing."

She lowered her head again. This time her long blonde hair draped over his lap like a tent, obscuring my view. "Jen ..." I whispered in an excited hoarse voice.

She glanced at me. I guess she realized the problem when she couldn't see me clearly through her tussled hair. "Sorry," she murmured, throwing her hair to the other side of her face. Then she went back to work on him. He moaned as she sucked his cockhead and caressed the underside of his balls with her fingertips.

She raised her head, her eyes not leaving his cock. She licked his shaft up and down and then stroked him with her hands. As if not satisfied with the amount of lubrication, she swirled her tongue in her mouth. After a few moments she lowered her head again, stopping with her lips just inches from his cockhead. 

Then she opened her mouth. A large dollop of spit fell from her mouth onto his cockhead. Thin trails of saliva stretched from her lips to the spit on his cockhead. With her tongue she swirled the saliva trails around Jamie's thick shaft.

I'd never seen anything so hot! At that moment I loved her so much! You have to imagine - Jen, with her youthful Cover Girl pretty face, so innocent with her blue eyes and blonde hair, letting a glob of spit fall from her pretty mouth to Jamie's huge menacing cock. It was fucking amazing! She was such a sexy naughty girl, and she was mine!

Starting at his cockhead, Jen wrapped her fingers around Jamie's cock and ran her hands down his shaft, one hand on top of the other, lubricating his shaft with her spit. Jamie groaned as she stroked him.

Jen swallowed his cock again. She bobbed her face up and down on him. Her hands stroked the parts of his thick shaft her lips couldn't touch, which was most of it.

She bobbed up and down, up and down, her hands in sync with her mouth. Her long blonde hair splayed up and down in sync with her face.

Jamie's jaw clenched, his hands clutching the sheets. "I'm gonna fucking cum!" he warned.

"Go ahead baby," she urged him looking at him with lust filled eyes. "I want you to cum in my mouth."

Jen bobbed faster on his cock. Within moments Jamie grunted, his hands going to the back of Jen's head, his fingers lacing in her blonde hair. He threw his head back with a loud moan. This back arched and his hips jerked violently. He was cumming!

Jen's cheeks ballooned and I knew he was ejaculating into her mouth. I knew he was cumming a lot by how big her cheeks got. Then from her throat I knew she was swallowing his cum. It seemed to take forever before she finally finished swallowing and her cheeks returned to normal.

Jamie collapsed against the headboard. "God that was fucking incredible!" he gushed. Jen gave him a lopsided smile. 

Jamie looked at me as if realizing I was still there. His smile was replaced by a frown. 

Jen followed Jamie's eyes and looked at me too. We momentarily locked eyes. Then she looked back at Jamie. His frown grew darker and more insistent. 

Jen seemed to sigh. She got up and walked to me. Her nipples were rock hard and her face flushed. I could tell she was beyond turned on.

She straddled my lap and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Hi," she said.

"Hi," I said back putting my arms around her waist.

Then without any warning, like an impulse, she pressed her lips against mine and gave me a sloppy wet open mouth kiss. Desiring contact with her, I kissed her back hard. She pushed her soft tongue into my mouth. I tasted the lingering male mustiness of Jamie's cum in her mouth as we kissed.

She pulled away, leaving me panting and practically begging for more. "Mike, Jamie's not comfortable with you here," she said. "Would you mind leaving?" 

"Are you serious?" I said shocked.

"Yes," she said with finality. She rubbed my chest to take the sting out of it. She whispered "I'll work this out with him, I promise."

I glared at her but she didn't waver. For a moment we were at an impasse. But I knew the rules going in. She was with him this weekend, not me. 

"Okay," I finally agreed.

She ushered me out the room. Outside their room I looked back and we locked eyes. I must have looked pathetic, like a lost puppy dog.

There was lust on her face, in her eyes. She desperately wanted to get back to Jamie, his body, his cock. She desperately wanted his cock inside her. I knew that look. She was out of control, in lust with him.

"I'll make it up to you Mike, I promise," she whispered. Then she closed the door.

For a long time I couldn't move. I just stood there, looking at the 307 on the door.

Finally I moved. But it was hard. I felt lost, cut off. Just a moment ago I'd been watching the hottest thing I'd ever seen. Yes, it'd been my wife with another man, but I'd been a part of it. I'd been with her, sharing her excitement and pleasure. Now? Now I was in an empty, sterile hotel hallway. And my wife ... the love of my life ... my soul mate - had thrown me out.

I needed a drink. I couldn't face Karl so the Rose Bar was out. I didn't want to risk running into Jasmine Kelly again at the roof top club (in my current lustful state I didn't trust my body around her). In a stupor I walked to Aromas.

The tables outside were taken or reserved. For some reason at that moment, sitting outside at a table, sipping scotch and watching people walk by, was really important to me. Like a lifeline, something to take my mind off Jen. I found Max, my waiter from last night. I gave him $100 to let me sit outside. I guess he saw how pathetic I looked. How lost I was. 

"Are you okay Mike?" Max asked.

"No," I said simply.

Max sat me down at a table outside. He stuffed the $100 dollar bill back in my pocket.

I drank scotch. Max repeatedly asked me if I wanted something to eat. I shook my head. I wasn't hungry. He brought me some bread, cheese and bar nuts (on the house) and wouldn't leave until I ate some. Whatever. I took a few bites.

I felt jealous, hurt, rejected. I wasn't mad at Jen, not really. She'd warned me more than once she was with Jamie this weekend. I could have stayed home. I'd signed up for this. But still it hurt. It hurt a lot. I felt so lonely.

The people next to me were smoking cigars. To me, Aromas was a scotch and steak place. But it was most famous for its high end cigars (hence its name). That was part of the reason I liked sitting outside because it was smoky inside. 

Max came out with a box offering cigars to the people sitting outside. I motioned him over. "What do you suggest?" I asked.

"This Cuban cigar is really good," Max said. "Do you smoke Mike?"

"This will be my first cigar," I said picking up the recommended cigar.

He helped me light it and I took a couple puffs. I was proud of myself I didn't have a coughing fit. I took another puff, and then a sip of scotch. Wow, what a great combination!

He poured me a big glass of water. "You'll want to drink water, smoking dehydrates you," Max warned.

"Okay," I said. I ignored the water of course.

I smoked the cigar and sipped my scotch, watching the beautiful South Beach crowd walk by. I ordered more scotch and another cigar. I finished that and ordered another. I puffed and sipped, puffed and sipped. I tried not to think of Jen. Puff and sip. Into oblivion.

I didn't know what time it was. I felt a shake on my shoulder and opened my eyes. My head felt cloudy. My stomach churned. I had trouble focusing. The world spun.

It was Max. I heard him say "Where are you staying Mike?"

"Delano," I managed to say.

Max walked me back to the Delano. I told him my room number and he took me there. Inside I pulled cash out of my pocket and pushed it into his hand. 

"Mike this is too much," he said looking at the big wad of $100 bills in his hands.

"Take it Max, please," I said as I stumbled and fell into bed. I passed out.

I felt a soft hand on my shoulder. I managed to open my eyes. It was Jen.

"What time is it?" I asked groggily. My throat felt like the desert. "Where am I?"

"We're in your hotel room at the Delano. It's 8 in the morning." She rubbed my arm. "Oh Mike, what did you do last night?"

Suddenly my stomach lurched and I ran into the bathroom. I collapsed to my knees and threw up into the toilet. 

Jen helped me stand up and led me back into bed. She got a moist towel and wiped my face. I closed my eyes, the room spinning. 

"God he's a mess," Jamie said.

"Yeah like you've never been drunk," Jen said sarcastically, scowling at him. 

"Okay, sorry," Jamie said. "He passed out again?"

I felt Jen brush my hair. "I think so." I was still awake, though just barely.

"Let's go then," he said. "He'll be out for hours. You can check on him when we get back."

"I better stay and make sure he's alright," she said looking at me.

"He's out cold Jen, he'll be out for hours," he persisted. He pulled her to him and they had a long lingering kiss. His hands roamed her body as they kissed.

"Stop," Jen said finally pulling away. She was gasping. 

"Come on, practice starts in an hour, we've gotta go." He pulled her back into his arms. "He'll be out for hours."

Jen pulled away from him and looked back at me. "You go on Jamie. I'll see you later."

"Whatever!" he said angrily and left.

Jen sighed looking at the closed door. Then she walked back to the bed. She sat on the edge of the bed and stroked my hair. 

I opened my eyes. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples hard. She had her cum face on after making out with Jamie.

"Go if you want," I told her bitterly.

"I want to be here," she said soothingly, kissing my cheek.

"No you don't," I said bitterly, being the martyr. "Just go, let me sleep, I don't want you here."

"I want to be here, with you," she assured me. She got into the bed and spooned me, holding me tight. She kissed the back of my neck. "Go ahead and sleep baby. I'll be here when you wake up."

I guess I fell back asleep. When I woke up the sun was high in the sky. Jen's body was against me. She was sleeping. 

I guess she sensed me awake because she opened her eyes. "Hey you," she said smiling at me. "How do you feel? I made you drink a big glass of water."

The water must have helped because I felt better. I remembered Max saying how cigars dehydrated you.

"A little dizzy," I said. "My stomach's queasy some."

"Wanna get some food?" 

"Not right now," I said. "Are you hungry?"

"I'm okay," she said. "Here," she said and she made me drink down most of a cold bottle of water. "What'd you do last night?"

"I went to Aromas, that place I told you about," I said. "I tried a cigar."

"Oh Mike ..."

"It was pretty good, scotch and cigars," I said. We were silent. I remembered her kicking me out of their room. I said "I guess I know what you were doing."

She reached out and squeezed my hand. "I'm sorry baby."

I wasn't mad anymore. I was just hurt. "That wasn't right Jen," I said. I needed to get this off my chest. "I get you choose who and when. But there was no reason I had to leave. Or are you being mean to me on purpose?"

She winched at my words. "That's not fair Mike. You know I'm with Jamie this weekend. Jamie freaked out with you watching. Some guys are like that."

"He was okay with it in Cancun," I pointed out.

"I thought so too," she said. Clearly she'd been surprised by Jamie's reaction too. "I guess that was Cancun, and this is where he lives. I don't know. He just freaked last night."

"So you picked him over me."

"I'm in Miami to be with him," she said patiently, but sounding a little exasperated. "Honey you knew that. I'm here with you now."

I felt like a consolation prize. "You're going out with him tonight, right?" I said bitterly remembering their earlier conversation.

"I promise you can stay this time," she assured me. "I'll talk to Jamie, if he still has a problem he's history." Seeing my skepticism, she kissed me and squeezed my hand. "It was fun last night until Jamie made you leave right?"

"You told me to leave."

"I didn't want you to leave, that was Jamie," she insisted. She gave me a playful scowl. "You're being difficult mister," she said in a playful scolding voice. "Tell the truth, you were having fun until then, it was exciting. Right?"

I scowled at her stubbornly, not wanting to admit anything.

"Right?!" she said with a laugh, straddling my waist and tickling me.

"Okay, okay, right!" I finally admitted, laughing back.

She leaned down and wrapped her arms around my neck, our faces just inches apart. "See honey, this can work for both of us," she said smiling into my face. "Last night was a bummer for both of us, I like having you there."

"You like having me there?" I said surprised.

"Haven't you figured that out yet?" she said with a crooked grin. "I like teasing you. That's half the fun."

I grinned back at her. "You bitch!"

She laughed. "I know you love it!" 

We smiled at each other. "Are you feeling better baby?" she asked. When she kissed my chest, where my heart was, I knew she wasn't talking about my hangover.

"Yeah, I am," I said, and I meant it.

She ruffled my hair and looked into my eyes. "We're not gonna play the game forever baby. Someday we'll stop. So try to enjoy it. Tomorrow night we'll be back home and I'll be all yours again. Okay?"

"Okay," I said.

"Okay then," she said giving me a crooked grin. "Does your big head hurt too much for me to take care of this little head?" she said giving my cock a squeeze.

"My big head definitely doesn't hurt too much for that," I said. We both laughed.

We hurriedly undressed. She put a condom on me. Then she straddled my hips and guided me into her pussy. 

"You feel loose," I said. 

"Jamie's fucked me a lot and he's a big boy," she said slowly moving up and down on my cock. "Do I still feel good?"

"You feel incredible!" I gushed.

"Good, I always want to feel good for you baby," she said. She kissed me.

"How many times have you fucked?" I asked.

"Three times yesterday," she said. "Twice Thursday. This morning."

"How many times has he made you cum?"

"Through intercourse?" she said. "Every time I think."

"You think?"

"Okay, every time," she admitted. She knew I was sensitive about this.

"Why are you so into him?" I asked.

"Truthfully? It's kinda a turn-on to be with someone so young. I mean, god Mike, he just turned 21."

"So you're a cougar huh?" I said smiling. 

"I feel like one!" she admitted and we bought laughed. "He also kinda reminds me of Ricky."

"Really?" 

"Yeah."

I connected the dots really fast. "So that must mean you're still attracted to Ricky."

She put her finger over my lips. "No old boyfriends, remember?"

I came a few minutes later. There were no signs she'd cum. No lustful eyes, no flushed cheeks, no gasping or panting. Even her nipples were only half hard.

She knew what I was thinking. "I've already cummed a lot Mike."

"You'll cum tonight with Jamie," I said bitterly.

She lowered her head and kissed me. "Don't go there baby," she said. "Remember what I said. Just enjoy it."

We showered and got dressed. We left the room to get a late lunch. As we walked to the elevator she stopped me. "We better go down separately Mike," she said looking warily at me.

Oh yeah. The staff here thought she was Jamie's girlfriend. I glanced at her left hand. She wasn't wearing her wedding ring. 

I forced myself to chill out. "You go down first," I said to her. She gave me an appreciative smile for understanding.

I waited a few minutes and then took another lift down. My commitment to chill out was tested when I saw Jen in the lobby talking to Jamie and Karl. As she talked and laughed with her "boyfriend" and his new co-worker, she looked at me and then she looked at the door. She wanted me to wait outside.

I took the long way around the lobby, not wanting to be seen by either Jamie or Karl. I went outside and waited across the street. After 10 minutes I wondered if Jen was going to blow me off. But then she walked out of the hotel. To my relief she was alone. She saw me and hurriedly joined me across the street. 

She stopped short of me. If someone saw us they'd think we were platonic friends. We walked down the street. I resisted the urge to hold Jen's hand.

After we were out of sight of the Delano, she leaned into me and put her arm though mine. "Sorry baby," she said. "They were down there having a drink, I ran right into them. Jamie just got back from lacrosse practice."

"How'd you get away?"

"I told them I needed a dress for tonight," she said.




Consequences Pt. 11



"I'm surprise Jamie didn't want to go with you."

"He did but I told him no." She leaned into me. "This is our time baby."

We found a little café and sat outside. The sun was glorious but it wasn't too hot. 

Jen reached into her purse and took out her engagement and wedding rings. She put them on, making sure I saw her do it. Seeing the rings on her left hand again made me feel better.

"We have to talk about the wedding ring issue," I told her. 

"I know," she said squeezing my hand. "But not today, okay?"

Fine, we'll talk about it later. But she was MY wife, and she WAS going to wear her wedding rings. Fuck her "I control who and when." I was her husband. I went along with it yesterday. But at the end of the day she was my wife, she did what I said. If Jamie had a problem with that, she could find herself another #2 boyfriend.

Sensing my mood, she squeezed my hand again and said "Mike, we'll work it out I promise. But can I ask you something? And you have to tell the truth. Doesn't this whole weekend turn you on? I mean, me being Jamie's girlfriend around all his friends, and you watching all that? Don't lie, I know it gets you hot."

She was right. All this DID turn me on. I couldn't help grinning. "How do you know me so well?" 

She laughed. "Mike, we've been playing the game since college. I think I know you by now. I know what turns you on."

We grinned at each other. God I loved this girl!

We ordered lunch. No alcohol, they'd be enough of that tonight. 

"Can I ask you something?" I said. "In the room you said the game won't last forever. Are you thinking about stopping?"

"Yeah, I am thinking about stopping," Jen said. "It's a dangerous game Mike. Exciting but dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to us. I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you either Jen," I said. "I love you more than anything in the world." We squeezed our hands together. "Have you thought about when you want to stop?"

It didn't surprise me when she nodded "Yes." Lately she'd been a step or two ahead of me on the game.

"I think we should stop after your third wish," she announced. "We'll do your third wish and then that's it."

"I better make them good wishes," I joked.

"Your first wish was pretty intense," she said. We both laughed.

"What do you think?" she asked.

I wasn't sure. I really liked the game. Craved it. Yes it was risky and dangerous, but that just added to the excitement.

Jen read my mind. "I'll still keep it exciting for you baby. I'll dress sexy and flirt with other guys. I'll be your hotwife. But in bed it'll just be you and me." She laughed. "Don't worry baby, I can keep you wrapped around my little finger without fucking other guys, trust me."

We grinned at each other.

"Will you be happy though?" I asked. "I can't keep you satisfied."

She gripped my hands. Her eyes bored into mine. "Mike, you are more than enough man for me. Just you. I don't need anybody else. Baby, you don't realize how great a catch you are. And it's not all the money you make either so don't go there."

"Okay," I said not able to stop grinning at her.

"Baby, there's one more thing," she said.

"What?"

"After we finish your third wish and stop playing the game ..." she began. She hesitated, as if figuring out how to say what she wanted to say. She carefully said "After we stop playing the game, I want to be a mommy."

I looked at her for long moments. She hadn't said "After we stop playing the game I want to start trying to have a baby." She hadn't said "After I stop fucking guys I want you to get me pregnant."

No, she'd left open who'd get her pregnant. 

The dizziness returned. This time it was because of lust not alcohol. I guess Jen noticed. She said "Are you okay Mike?"

"Yeah I'm okay."

"What do you think about what I said?" she asked studying my face.

I paused, then said "... I think it's a good idea."

She kept studying my face. "Great," she said. "Let's talk about it more later."

"Yeah ... later," I said my throat dry.

She looked at her watch. "I probably should get back," she said.

"Yeah, you still have time for some afternoon sex," I said.

She looked worriedly at me, but then she realized my voice had been playful and there was excitement in my eyes. "I'm sure he'll want some of that," she said with the same playful tone as me, and we smiled at each other.

"Go ahead and take your rings off honey," I said. "We'll talk about it when we get home."

She smiled and leaned into me. "Thanks baby," she said giving me a kiss. She took off her rings and put them in her purse.

I walked her back to the Delano. We decided to part a few blocks away. "What's the plan for tonight?" 

"I don't know, I'll text you," she said.

"Okay." 

She squeezed my hand briefly and then walked alone the last few blocks to the Delano.

I had time to kill so I walked around South Beach. There were a lot of really expensive boutiques and I window shopped. There was a whole block of jewelry stores and as I looked into the display windows I thought about the wedding ring issue. I realized Jen's wedding rings weren't just an issue with Jamie. They might be an issue with playing out my last 2 wishes. I knew what I wanted with my second wish. It might take some effort to convince Jen, but she'd said she'd do anything I wanted.

I didn't have all the details of my third wish, but I knew what I wanted to do. At least I thought I did, as long as I didn't chicken out. The fact we'd stop playing the game after my third wish made my idea make even more sense to me. I though Jen would agree (eventually!) but I wasn't sure.

I looked at the wedding rings in the display windows, thinking about our wedding ring dilemma. There were other rings in the displays too.

Then it came to me! I knew what to do!

I went into the Tiffany's. Jen loved their jewelry. She always said "I love the little blue boxes."

I was greeted by a pretty bubbly brunette. She looked to be in her 40s. She had a great Miami tan. "Looking for anything special?" she asked with a smile.

"I am," I said. "I'm looking for a ring for my wife. I don't want a ring that looks like an engagement ring or a wedding ring."

"I think we can help you," she said. "What price range were you considering?"

"Price isn't an object," I said. "Show me your nicest rings." It was fun being a big shot now and then.

She got her keys out and opened a cabinet. She took out two trays full of rings. She started describing them to me. They were all ho-hum to me, and I started wondering if this was a good idea.

I looked up. On the wall was a locked glass case. Inside was a single ring. I walked over to it. It really caught my attention. It was silver, and I found out later it was made out of platinum. It was thin yet had an intricate weave pattern. I'd never seen anything like it. The pattern was so delicate yet extremely detailed. The more I looked at it, the more I saw in it. I had a hard time taking my eyes off it.

"What's the story on this ring?" I asked.

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, that's a Sophia!" she said excitedly. 

"A what?"

"Sophia Dakati, the ring designer," she said.

"There are ring designers?" I asked stupidly.

She couldn't help smiling, but it was a friendly smile. "Yes, and Sophia is highly regarded. You can always tell a Sophia by the weave pattern. Each one is unique, but they all have that distinctive Sophia intricacy."

"Yeah I get that," I said continuing to study the ring. I know this is going to sound geeky, but I saw mathematical progressions in the ring. In fact, the ring reminded me of that painting Jen did in college.

I realized the saleswoman was still talking. I tried to tune into what she was saying.

"Sophia's are relatively rare," she said. "They're highly sought after. In fact, this is the first Sophia we've had in the store this year. We just received it yesterday. It'll probably sell this weekend."

"It's beautiful, but why so rare?" I asked. "Can't Sophia just make more?"

"Sophia died over 100 years ago," she said.

"Oh," I said. "So, ah, how much is it?"

She looked apologetic. "It's $45,000."

"That much?!" I said shocked. "It doesn't have any diamonds!"

She shrugged. "It's a Sophia."

I hurried back to the Delano. I wanted to talk to Jen before things started up tonight. While in Tiffany's she'd texted me: "We're at the pool."

I went up to my room and quickly changed into a bathing suit and t-shirt. I went down to the pool. I saw Jamie's friends but not Jamie or Jen. 

I called her cell. She picked up just before it went to voice mail. "Hey baby," she said. She sounded out of breath. "What's up?"

"I'm at the pool," I told her. "I want to talk to you. I think I have the wedding ring thing figured out."

"That's great Mike," she said. I heard Jamie's voice in the background. He sounded annoyed and impatient. I heard Jen say in a soft consoling voice, "In a second baby. I do too. Just a second."

"I've gotta go honey," she said to me. "I'll meet you at the pool, stay there." She hung up.

Of course I'd interrupted their fucking. I was glad I'd worn a heavy bathing suit because I started getting hard.

She got to the pool 20 minutes later. She wore an outrageously revealing string bikini and high heels. She also wore a cute pink bow in her hair. The combination of sexy and innocence made me ache with desire!

She saw me and subtlety motioned to a rear entrance to the hotel. I went there and she joined me a few minutes later.

Her cheeks were flushed, hair tussled, her nipples hard and she was unsteady in the high heels. In other words, she looked freshly fucked!

"Hi baby," she said giving me a quick hug and kiss. "What did you figure out?"

"Did Jamie just fuck you?" I asked. 

She saw excitement in my face, not anger or hurt. "Yeah," she said with a smile. 

"Did he make you cum on his cock?"

"Yes," she said with a teasingly smile. "Eight for eight now."

I tilted my head. "Eight? At lunch it was six."

"He did me when I got back from lunch," she said with a giggle. She pressed the pointy toe of her high heel into my calf. "Then he saw me in this bikini and heels and wanted a quickie!" She giggled again. "He's insatiable!"

"I've got to get back though, what did you want to talk about?" she said clearly in a hurry to get back to her boyfriend. She seemed infatuated with her young lover!

I handed her a small blue Tiffany's box. "I bought this for you."

"Oh Mike you didn't have to," she said taking the box. She opened it and her eyes went wide. "Oh my god, a Sophia! You bought this for me?!"

"Yes," I said. I was pleased she'd recognized the designer, it meant I'd picked right.

"I've wanted a Sophia forever!" She hugged and kissed me, longer this time. "But what's the occasion?"

"Let me ask you something," I said. "When you look at this ring, will you always think of me?"

"Of course I will baby," she said.

"Really?" I pressed. "You'll think of me, no one else?" 

"Yes Mike, only you," she said not knowing where I was going with this.

I took a deep breath. Then I said "When you're with Jamie, you don't have to wear your wedding rings. But I want you to wear this Sophia ring on your left hand. It doesn't look like a wedding or engagement ring so Jamie shouldn't care. But this way you'll have a reminder of me when you're with another guy and I'm not there."

A smile came to her face. "This should work." She gave me a crooked grin. "You're pretty smart mister."

She raised her left hand, holding out her ring-less ring finger. I slipped the Sophia on her ring finger. "Okay," I said smiling at her.

"Okay," she said, smiling back at me. "I better get back to Jamie."

"What are your plans?" I asked.

"We're hanging here a little," she said. "Then we're going to dinner someplace."

"Okay, just let me know."

"He wants to go to dinner with me alone," she said rubbing my arm. "I'll call you when we're back in his room."

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly.

Just before she left she hugged me. "I'll wear the Sophia ring," she said. "But I don't need it to think about you. I think about you all the time Mike."

I gave Jen a moment to rejoin Jamie and his friends. She leaned into him and he put his arm around her. They looked good together. Now that she mentioned it, Jamie did sort of look like Ricky.

It bothered me I wouldn't be at dinner with them. But I'd get to watch them tonight in bed. And now she had the ring on her finger to remind her of me.

She seemed really into Jamie. I could see this developing into something. I felt the familiar delicious combination of excitement and jealousy. 

I approached the group a few minutes later. Jen said Jamie was insatiable? She already had her cum face on again! They seemed really sexually compatible, constantly hot for each other.

I felt a tug on my arm. I turned my head. Fuck. 

It was Jasmine Kelly. 

I moved slightly so Jasmine was facing away from Jen. For obvious reasons I didn't want Jasmine to see Jen with Jamie.

"Mike, I was hoping to run into you!" Jasmine said excitedly. "I spoke to Ryan Hatch at the SEC. He confirmed everything you said. Mike, this is a really big! The new Sapphire is going to change everything, stabilize the market, help the small investor! You need to let me interview you for the story!"

"No Jasmine."

"Mike, why?" Jasmine said. "I've interviewed you before."

I hated attention. I preferred flying under the radar. Most of all though, I wasn't sure I wanted to be associated with the new Sapphire.

"I'm sorry, but no interview," I told Jasmine, shaking my head. "I'm sure some of my partners will be happy to talk to you. I can set it up if you want."

"Mike you should get credit for this, not someone else," Jasmine said. "The world should know you invented this."

"Transparency versus privacy, remember Jasmine?" I said with a humorless laugh. "Not sure I want the credit for this one."

Jasmine shook her head. "I checked into the privacy issue, Ryan explained it to me. Mike, you're like the only person in the world worried about that. The SEC isn't worried."

"Of course they're not worried Jasmine!" I said exasperated. "The government wants this! They're looking at Sapphire as a way to invade people's privacy, like a constant wiretap."

"They're doing that to track terrorists, to follow the money," Jasmine said.

"That's what they say!" I said. "But they can use it on ordinary people too!"

"If you're so worried about it why'd you invent it?" Jasmine shot back.

"It's a long story," I said shaking my head.

"That's why you need to let me interview you, so you can tell the world your side of the story," she urged me. She moved closer to me. "Let's have dinner tonight. We'll talk this through."

"I can't Jasmine, I'm busy tonight."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Where's Jen?"

"I'm meeting her later," I said evasively. Well, it was true.

Jasmine studied me, her eyes boring into me. She finally said "Mike, why is your wife kissing that guy over there?"

I stared at Jasmine, my heart racing. She WAS an investigative reporter. How hard would our lifestyle be to discover, if you really tried? Keri had done it.

I said, "You know why, don't you Jasmine?"

"Yes I do," Jasmine said. "I don't get it Mike. You're an amazing guy. I don't get why she'd want anyone but you. She doesn't deserve you Mike."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

She shook her head. "So are you going to do the interview?"

"No," I said definitively. I frowned at her. "Jasmine, are you going to report about me and Jen?"

Jasmine looked offended and hurt. "God Mike," she said shaking her head. She walked away.

I stood motionless, trying to gather myself. After a few moments I looked over at Jen. 

She was glaring at me.

I walked over to Jamie's group. Fortunately it seemed only Jen noticed me talking to Jasmine Kelly. I got a beer and chatted with Ben, Stu and a few other people. Ben and Stu invited me to dinner. I agreed, not having anything else to do.

Jen sidled over to me. We had a moment of relative privacy in the sea of people. "What the fuck was that about?" she hissed in a low dangerous voice.

"I'll tell you later," I whispered.

She didn't like that answer, I could see it in her face. "Go to your room, I'll be there in a minute," she ordered.

"What?" I said in disbelief. Did she really just order me to go to my room like a kid?

"Go - to - your - room!" she hissed, angrily emphasizing each word.

We stared at each other. Whatever, I thought. I turned and started walking to the door into the hotel. Before going in the door, I looked back. Jen and Jamie were having a heated conversation.

I went down to my room. A few minutes later I heard the cardkey and Jen walked in. 

We stared at each other. Finally Jen said "Did you fuck her?"

"How do you have a key to my room?"

"What?" she said. I'd thrown her off balance. She recovered and said "Jamie made it for me. How do you think I got in this morning?"

"Okay," I nodded. "Next time I'll make an extra key and give it to you."

She looked at me like I was insane. "Mike, enough with the freaking key!" she yelled angrily. "I want to know about Jasmine Kelly."

"I ran into her Thursday night," I said calmly. "She's doing a story on the Richie Incognito thing."

"The what?"

"You know, bullying in sports," I said. "We started talking, and now she wants to interview me about the Sapphire privacy issue."

"What Sapphire privacy issue?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I haven't had a chance to tell you," I said.

She angrily threw her arms down her side, glaring at me. "You tell her something you haven't told me?!"

"You've been so busy -."

"Fuck you Mike!" she roared. She hit my chest hard. "You're always doing this!"

"What are you talking about?" I said. I seriously did not know why she was so upset. Okay, I got it, she felt threatened by Jasmine, that made sense, Jasmine's beautiful and younger. But all I did was talk to her.

"Did you fuck her?!" she angrily demanded.

"No Jen -."

"Did you do ANYTHING with her?!"

"Jen, all we did was talk," I said. "What am I always doing?"

"You're always doing things with other girls and not telling me!" she screamed. Now tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" I said, really confused now.

She angrily ticked off her fingers. "Those pictures with Jasmine! You never told me, Allie did! This new Sapphire thing! You told Jasmine not me! You didn't tell me you saw her Thursday! You don't tell me things Mike!"

I put my hands out. "Jen all that was nothing, nothing happened."

"You fucking made out with Tara in the hot tub! Is that nothing?! You didn't tell me! You STILL haven't told me! I only know because I saw you! Now you've hired her! When were you going to tell me that?!" 

I guess Jen saw the shock on my face. "Jamie told me! Did you think I wouldn't find out? They're in the same group dickhead! How can you be so smart and so stupid too?!"

I held my hands out in surrender. "Jen, I just felt sorry for Tara, that's why I hired her. She was someone to talk to when you were mean to me in Cancun."

"YOU wanted me to be mean to you, that was YOUR freaking wish!" she yelled. Now she was crying. "I don't want to worry about you with other girls when I'm playing the game. Our game Mike! OUR game!" She hit me on the chest again. "If you want another girl just tell me! I told you that! Just tell me!"

"Jen, I don't want another girl," I said earnestly. "I only want you." I put my arms around her.

"Don't touch me!" she cried slapping my hands away.

"Jen, come on," I said. "I haven't done anything."

"I know I'm with other guys," she said. "But I tell you everything. EVERYTHING! I don't hide anything from you."




Consequences Pt. 11



"I know you do," I said pulling her into my arms. This time she didn't push me away. "You're right, I should have told you about Jasmine and Tara. I'm sorry. I'll tell you next time, okay? But nothing happened. When Tara kissed me I kissed her back, I admit it. But it was only for a second. If you saw you know this. And I only did it because you got me so hot. Baby you're the only girl I want. It's been that way since the moment I saw you back in college. I swear Jen, I only want you."

I hugged her tight. As I did my hard-on pressed against her stomach. You have to realize, she'd been screaming at me in a tiny string bikini and high heels. Despite our argument I couldn't help getting hot for her.

She reached between our bodies and rubbed my erection. She helped me pulled off my shirt and then she got on her knees, pulling my bathing suit down. She wrapped her hand around my hard cock. "This is mine," she said. She looked at me. "Got that mister?" Then she took me into her mouth.

She went down on me until I was close to cumming. She pushed me onto my back and straddled my hips. She guided me into her, not bothering with a condom this time. She looked into my eyes as she rode me. "You belong to me," she said.

"I'm cumming," I warned.

"I want you to cum in me this time," she said.

"No Jen, you're not protected and I want to be safe," I insisted.

There was a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but at the last moment Jen pulled off and finished me in her mouth.

Afterwards I wanted to go down on her to make her cum. But she didn't want to. She just wanted to snuggle in my arms.

Her head was on my chest. She had her leg thrown over mind. I was absent-mindedly stroking her blonde hair.

"Baby?" she said in a soft voice. 

"Yeah?"

"You know how I said you can be with another girl?" she said. "I really don't want you to do that. I know it's unfair -."

"That's okay baby, I only want you," I assured her. "Thanks for tell me that. It means you care about me." I laughed. "I like being your bubble boy."

When she'd ridden me they'd been love in her eyes but no passion. So different from when she was with Jamie.

"It's not too late, you can still hook up with Jamie," I said.

"I doubt it, he's pretty mad at me," she said. "He's probably with another girl by now." She paused then said, "Mike what's the Sapphire privacy issue?"

"You know how we're doing a new version of Sapphire that anyone can invest in?" I said. 

"Yeah," Jen said. "You told me there was some loss of privacy, but the transparency more than justified it."

"Yeah, but the government's been asking for code modifications," I said. "It's not clear yet, but I think they're modifying Sapphire so it can be applied to a lot of things. Like tracking people on the web. It's pretty scary."

"Well ... can't you just cancel the project?" she asked. 

"The other partners don't want to cancel. All they care about is the money. Anyway, it's too late, the government has the source code," I said. "Jen, lately I've been thinking about quitting. We have a lot of money. I think this is a good time. I don't want to be part of what the government is doing."

"I'm good with that honey, but what're you gonna do?" she asked. "You're kinda young to retire."

"I'll take care of you," I said brightly. "I'll stay home and take care of our baby when you're at work. I figure you're not the stay at home mom type."

"Um, no," she said with a laugh. She gave me a crooked grin. "Kinda hard to have a baby if you never cum in me."

There it was, the 800 lb. elephant again. I said "I've been thinking -."

She cut me off by putting a finger on my lips. "Not now honey," she said. "I shouldn't have brought it up. I'm not ready to talk about it."

"Okay," I said, part relieved, part disappointed. Thinking about it got me hot. "Sure you don't want to see Jamie tonight?"

She leaned on her elbows and looked at me. "You want me to, don't you?" she said with a laugh.

"I bet you want to too," I said. "You're really into him."

"He's kinda young, but I like him." She laughed. "I feel like such a cougar!"

"You look good together, I like seeing you with him," I said my excitement growing. "When are you going to see him again?"

"I was thinking about a month," she said. "We have meetings in Atlanta again then." She looked at me. "I'll probably come down alone. Give Jamie a chance to get used to you there."

"Okay," I said. 

She smiled at me. "Does that turn you on, me spending the weekend alone with Jamie?"

"Yeah," I said. "I'll be lonely but excited too. You know how I get."

"I'll try not to fall too much in love with him," she said with a teasing smile.

"You're such a bitch!" I said smiling into her eyes.

She giggled.

"When will you see Alec again?" I asked.

"A couple weeks I think," she said. "I have meetings in Spain, I'll see him after."

"Can I meet you there?" I asked. 

"Let me check with Alec but I think so," she said. "He doesn't care if you watch, he thinks it's kinda cool. Kinky cool."

"It's not just the sex," I said. "I like watching you interact with your boyfriends."

"I know Mike, by now I get you," she said with a laugh.

"Who do you like more, Alec or Jamie?" I asked.

"It's not like that," she said. "I like them differently, just like you're different from them."

"You seem happier lately," I said.

"Do I?" she said with a laugh. "I guess it's all that new relationship energy. You know I love that."

"Yeah, that's a big part of why you like the game."

She grinned at me. "You get me too." She shrugged. "New romance is exciting."

"So I think you should call Jamie," I said. "You can win him away from whatever girl he's with."

"Oh I'm sure I can get him back, as long as he's not with Margot Robbie or a super hot chick like that." She laughed. 

"You're super hot," I said grinning. "Go ahead, call him."

"You're so bad."

"Come on, I want you to," I said. "You promised I'd see you with him tonight."

"You want me to huh?" she said. "You know if I go back I'm his, right?" she said with a teasing smile. "Right now I'm yours again. But if I go back I'm his until tomorrow. Is that what you want?"

"You won't sleep with me tonight?"

"I'd probably sleep with him. I don't want to jerk his chain, I've already left him twice today."

"Twice?"

"Once in the morning to take care of you, and now," she said.

"Oh," I said. "I thought this morning was my time."

"No Mike," she corrected me gently. "I'm with Jamie this weekend, remember? Or I was. I stopped by to check up on you but I planned to go back to campus and watch his lacrosse practice."

"Oh. Sorry," I said. 

"That's okay," she said. In a playful, half serious chastising voice she said "Next time don't drink so much or I won't bring you with me. Jamie was mad this morning. He was even madder this afternoon. I don't love him Mike but I do care for him. I don't want to jerk him around like that. How would you feel?"

"I get it, I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault. It's Jamie's fault for not letting you stay last night. I'm just saying, if I go to Jamie now I'll probably stay with him the night."

"I know, I get it," I said. "But you need to understand, I can't control if Jasmine comes up and talks to me. She's working on this story and sees me as a source."

"She sees you as a lot more than a source, believe me Mike," Jen snapped back. She closed her eyes, visually trying to calm herself. "Are you serious about me and Jamie tonight? Because I WOULD like to spend time with him to make up for today."

"Yeah I want you to see him," I said, my little head talking for my big head.

"Okay ... then can you avoid Jasmine tonight? I'm your wife. If she wants to talk to you I want to be there."

"Yeah, fine," I said. I had no desire to see Jasmine anyway.

"Okay then," she said. "I'll go see Jamie now." She gave me a quick kiss. "I'll call you after dinner."

"I thought he was with another girl," I said.

"He's not with another girl," she laughed holding up her iPhone. "He's texted me like 100 times."

I promised myself not to drink too much, and definitely no cigars. I was hungry though so I went to Aromas. As soon as I arrived Max tried to give me back the money from the morning. I realized I must have given him about $5000. I insisted he keep the money. I might be hurt or even dead if not for him. It turns out Max and his family escaped from Cuba and they own the restaurant! Max introduced me to his parents (his dad is the chef and his mom runs the front of the restaurant) and his two kid sisters. I immediately became part of the family and the outside table became mine whenever I wanted it!

I allowed myself a scotch. I slowly sipped it as I played back the day. God, so much had happened! What was clear to me though, was this was no casual "fuck buddy" relationship between Jen and Jamie. Jen cared for Jamie. Although that made sense. With Jen she couldn't have just a physical relationship. Eventually with a lover she would care for him.

Jamie was more of a risk than Alec. Alec was married and separated by an ocean. Jamie was young, unattached, and clearly infatuated with my wife. So why did I send her back into his arms?

I knew why. Because it got my cock hard. And for some reason - for some bizarre, demented reason - the possibility of Jen falling in love with another guy turned me on so much. 

I people watched as I nursed my scotch. It was dark now but the street lights provided more than enough light to see all the beautiful people walking by. I suddenly clenched my glass when I saw Jamie and Jen walking across the street. 

They were with a group of people, both guys and girls. Clearly when Jamie said he wanted to have dinner alone with Jen, he didn't mean alone-alone, he just didn't want me there.

Jen was talking and laughing with Jamie, playfully bumping into him as they walked. She held his hand. More than once he leaned down and they kissed. Not a passionate kiss. More like the familiar affectionate kiss of a boyfriend and girlfriend.

Jamie and some of his buddies went into a liquor store, I guess to buy some beer. The rest of the group (including Jen) crossed the street. There was no way she could miss seeing me, and she did see me. 

"Oh hi," she said stopping in front of my table. "Mike right?"

"Yeah, hi," I said. I got up and she let me kiss her cheek, like casual acquaintances. 

Jen introduced me around. The other people were Jamie's lacrosse team and their girlfriends.

Jamie showed up a moment later, carrying a case of beer. His buddies were carrying beer too. His smile disappeared when he saw me.

"Having a party?" I asked Jamie.

He nodded but didn't say anything. I saw anger, annoyance and impatience in his face. I guess he wanted Jen all to himself tonight and didn't like the prospect of me going to their party.

Jen sensed it too. She leaned into him. "Let's go baby," she said soothingly to him, rubbing his arm. She held his hand as they walked away, whispering into his ear. She glanced back at me. I smiled at her telling her I was okay. She smiled back at me.

I loved the game but often it was hard. It used to be "baby" was her affectionate pet name for me. I started calling her that too. Way back, I got upset when she called Ricky "baby;" that name was supposed to be reserved for just me! But I'd gotten over that. Jen used "baby" for guys she was romantically involved with, that was just the pet name she used like "honey." It still hurt. That how it was playing this game though. It was thrilling but it hurt too. I had to deal with it.

I looked straight ahead, trying to calm myself. Jen had said earlier to just enjoy myself. I tried to do that, to focus on the delicious hurt of my wife cuckolding me.

A few minutes later my phone buzzed. It was a text from Jen. It said "B patient. L, J"

I wanted another scotch but I told myself no. I paid the bill, got a hug from Max and his family, then went back to the Delano. I didn't go up to the roof top, not wanting to risk running into Jasmine.

I went back to my room. I laid down on the bed and closed my eyes.

I woke up with a start. I groggily looked at the clock. It was 2 am, I'd slept for over 3 hours! I frantically looked for my phone. Jen had sent a text almost 90 minutes ago. It said "Meet us in Room 307."

Fuck! I ran down to room 307. They'd propped the door slightly open. I walked in.

They were in bed, under the covers. Jamie's arm was possessively around her. She was on her side, her head on his chest, snuggled into his arm. He was stroking her blonde hair. She looked asleep.

"Get the fuck out of my room man," Jamie whispered irritably. I stood a moment longer looking at the girl I loved sleeping in another man's arms. Then I left.

How could I have overslept? And why didn't Jen call instead of just texting? 

Disheartened I went back to my room and got into bed. I laid down but couldn't sleep. Why hadn't Jen called? The ring would have woken me up. Maybe that was the plan. Jen promised to let me watch, but clearly Jamie didn't want me there. She solved the problem by texting me hoping I'd fallen asleep. 

I shook my head. The highs and lows of my cuckold fantasy were so hard to take sometimes.

A little while later, to my surprise, the door opened. My heart leaped seeing it was Jen! 

"Hey baby," she said sleepily, seeing me awake. She quickly undressed and slid into bed next to me.

"What happened to you?" she asked. "You missed all the fun."

"I fell asleep," I said. "Why didn't you call me?"

"I did," she said snuggling into my arms.

I checked my phone. Fuck! At some point I'd accidentally switched it to mute. 

Okay, it was my fault but I was still annoyed and hurt. I said sarcastically "I thought you were going to spend the night with him."

"Yeah," she said sleepily not hearing the sarcasm. She snuggled deeper into my arms. "I missed you baby."

There it was. Just like that, my whole outlook changed. I went from low to high. I held her tight as she fell asleep in my arms.

When I opened my eyes the next morning Jen was looking at me. 

"Hi," she said with a smile.

"Hi," I said back. "How do you feel?"

"A little hung over. I'll be okay," she said. "I just drank water and took 2 Advil. When's our plane?"

"3:30," I said. I looked at the clock. It was 9am. We had lots of time. "You're not traveling this week, right?"

"Nope, I'm home all week," she said. She snuggled into me tighter. "I can't wait for Memphis to be over. Too much away from you."

"Is that why you didn't sleep with Jamie?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said. "I was worried about you when you didn't show."

"I fell asleep," I said.

"Yeah, you told me," she said. "Weren't out with Jasmine?"

"Jen, come on -."

"I'm just teasing," she said smiling.

"Jen can we talk about Jamie?" I asked. "He's a real ass."

"I know he's an ass," she laughed. "He plays lacrosse, what did you expect?" She got up and looked at me. "I told him he has to get over this thing about you being there, or else we're history."

"Thanks" I said. That made me feel a lot better.

"I'm not saying you would've gone to the party last night," she said. "Believe me, you would've hated it."

"Why?"

"You know, a bunch of people - what do you call them, "populars"? - a bunch of populars drinking and smoking weed and trying to one up the next guy. I told you, playing the game is work sometimes."

"Yeah," I said. "You smoked last night?"

"Just a little baby," she said giving me a kiss.

"I never want you to do anything stronger than marijuana," I told her.

"Don't worry Mike, those days are long over," she said giving me another kiss. She stroked my hair. "Baby, is this working for you?"

I told her the truth. "It's really exciting. Sometimes it's hard but as long as you come back to me it's worth it."

"I'll always come back to you baby," she said wrapping her arms around my neck and kissing me.

"Is it working for you?" I asked.

She nodded. "Yeah," she said. "You know me, I like the romance and excitement of a new relationship. I like being with the guy all the other girls want." She looked into my eyes. "But I know Jamie's a player and the only reason it's fun is because I have you." 

We kissed. "Why don't we go to the beach for a while?" I suggested. "Just you and me."

"That sounds good baby," she said smiling into my eyes.

Her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. She got out of bed, brushed her hair behind her ear and answered the phone. "Hey," she said in a soft voice. She mouthed "Jamie" to me.

"Yeah I had fun too," she said smiling. She laughed at something he said. "No, I do think your friends are fun. Okay, maybe not Biff so much. I mean seriously, who names their son Biff?" Jen laughed into the phone, looking at me. She sat on the bed and played with my hair as she talked to her boyfriend. "Lexi said what? I'm old? Tell her she may be younger than me but her tits sag. Yes, I want you to tell her that." 

Jamie said something and she laughed. "Yes, he's right here. Yeah you were an ass. Okay, wait." She covered the phone and whispered to me "Jamie says he's sorry about last night, he was drunk."

I shrugged. She gave me a quick kiss. Then she said into the phone, "I think you're gonna have to do better than that." She laughed at Jamie's response. 

Getting annoyed, I gave Jen an irritated "how much longer are you going to talk to him" look. She held up one finger - one more minute. 

"No, I don't think I'm going to do that," she said with a laugh. "No not happening." She laughed again. "Seriously? No, I'm not going to ask him that." She laughed. "Forget it, no."

I knew they were talking about me. "Ask me what Jen?" I snapped getting more annoyed.

Jen laughed again into the phone. She finally looked at me smiling. "Jamie said since you fell asleep last night we can give you a show right now."

"Fine, invite him over," I said angrily.

"Mike I'm just joking," she said still smiling.

"He's not joking," I said angrily. "Go ahead, invite him over, I wanna see him fuck you!"

Jen's smile disappeared. "Mike, come on," she said rubbing my arm.

"Invite him over, I wanna see you get fucked!" I said hurt and angry. I yanked the phone from her hand. "Come on over Jamie, I wanna watch you fuck her!"

Jen gave me a "really?" look. She took the phone back. "Forget it Jamie," she said tersely. "No forget it. I'll call you this week. Yeah. Bye."

She scowled at me. "You know Mike, sometimes you can be a real shit." She went into the bathroom. When she came out, she'd brushed her hair and put on a little make up and lipstick. She opened her suitcase and pulled out a fresh bikini. I hadn't noticed but she must have brought her suitcase with her from Jamie's room last night.

Holding the bikini in her hand, she leaned into me, pressing her sexy flat stomach against my cheek. "Come on, get ready, I wanna go to the beach," she said in a soft voice.

Feeling like a jerk I went into the bathroom to clean up. When I came out she was in the string bikini. It was even more revealing than the one yesterday, if that was possible. She also wore high heels. Before I could say anything she said "I'm wearing this for you, not anyone else."

We walked towards the elevator. She stopped and warily said "I should go down first."

I nodded. She kissed me and said "I'll meet you at the beach.'

I waited a few minutes and then followed her down. This was all fucked up. I liked the Delano, but the next time we'd have to stay somewhere else. I scoffed. I knew they'd be a "next time" because Jen was so into Jamie.

Thankfully the beach was mostly empty on this Sunday morning. We sat in cushioned lounge chairs under a big umbrella and ordered fruit, bagels, orange juice and coffee for breakfast.




Consequences Pt. 11



After eating Jen got on her stomach. "Put lotion on me baby," she said. I got down on my knees in the sand beside her. She turned her head and looked at me. "Undo the strings first okay?"

I pulled the strings at her neck and back. My cock stiffened looking at her bare backside. I warmed lotion in my hands and rubbed her back. Then I rubbed lotion up and down her long shapely legs. As I did she parted her legs slightly letting me rub lotion up and down her inner thighs.

I knew what she was doing. She was using her body - and my addiction to her body - to calm me down. She knew how gorgeous she was. She'd done this all her life, used her pretty face and incredible body to get her man's head in the right place.

It worked too. Even though I knew what she was doing, it worked.

"Thanks baby," she said when I finished and sat back down. "Move closer okay?" 

I moved my chair closer. Now our chairs were just inches apart, so our heads were just inches apart. She surprised me when she asked "Why didn't you tell me about the Sapphire privacy thing?"

"It really just happened the last couple weeks," I said. 

"Okay," she said. She seemed satisfied with that answer. "I was thinking about it last night. It's so wrong. Remember my presentation at Penn State? It's important to be honest with the customer, otherwise you lose him. The government isn't being honest with the public here."

"I know but ..." 

Wait a minute. 

What Jen said gave me an idea. Being honest with the public ...

"What're you thinking?" Jen asked me. "Mike, this is the government. You can't hack in like you did with FaceBook."

"I know that," I said trying to look innocent. "Don't worry, I'm not going to hack into Sapphire."

She studied me for a moment. I guess satisfied with my promise, she said "Can we talk about this morning?"

"Yeah," I said bracing myself. I'd been a jerk and now I was going to get it.

"I guess I don't understand why you're so threatened by Jamie," she said. "I mean, I get he's an ass. But you know the type of guy I'm attracted to. He's so young. You can't really think I might fall in love with him."

"I don't know Jen," I said. "You seem so into Jamie."

"Of course I'm into Jamie Mike," she said gently. "I'm into Alec too. It's like how I was into Ricky and Scott and Tom. I can't play the game with guys I'm not into. You get that, right?"

"Yeah, I get it," I admitted. 

"I picked Jamie and Alec so you wouldn't feel threatened," she continued. "Jamie's young and Alec's married, and they don't live in New York. I'm trying Mike."

"I know you are, I'm sorry."

She gently said "You kinda ruin it when you get upset Mike. I spend all my time worrying about you. It takes the romance out of it."

She'd said it gently, but still her rebuke stung.

She reached back and re-tied the strings at her neck and back. She got up and squished herself onto my chair. "Scooch over you," she said playfully. Now we were lying down on our sides, our bodies pressed together, her face just inches from mine.

"You know I love you Mike, right?" she said softly, looking into my eyes. "You're the only man I'll ever love. But the game is not all about you. I need to get something out of it too. And you ruin it for me when you have meltdowns like this weekend." 

"I can't stop getting jealous Jen. I can't stop getting upset."

"But you told me that's part of the excitement right?" she said.

"Yeah," I admitted.

"Remember yesterday I said I don't want you hooking up with another girl? And you said you liked hearing that?" 

"Yeah," I said.

She affectionately ran her hand across my cheek. "I like it when you get upset and jealousy Mike," she said. "It means you love me, even though you share me with other men. When you stop getting jealous and upset, that's when I'll be worried." 

I grinned. "Okay," I said, and kissed her.

"But baby ... you can't have a meltdown every time I talk on the phone with Alec. And you can't get falling down drunk when I'm out with him. You don't have any fun. And it ruins it for me."

"Okay, okay," I said with a kind of a "whatever" tone of voice. She was right and she was telling me all this nicely, but it still stung.

"Don't okay-okay me mister," she said putting her arms around my neck. "We're in this together. This is our game. Right?"

"Yeah," I said grinning at her.

In a playful childlike voice she said "So you better get better mister or next time you're staying home when I see my boyfriend." She emphasized "boyfriend" to make it clear that was my word, not hers.

"Ok, I will, I promise," I said, and this time I meant it.

"Okay," she said looking into my eyes. She kissed me. "I love you Mike."

"I love you too baby," I said kissing her back.

"So, when are you gonna tell me what your second and third wishes are?" she asked with a playful sparkle in her eyes.

"I'm still thinking about it," I said smiling back.

"Should I be worried?" she said looking worried (but playful).

"Probably," I said with a laugh. "You said you'd do anything right?"

"Yes," she said with a laugh. "So I guess I should be really worried." She got serious and looked into my eyes. "Remember, after your third wish we stop playing."

"Yeah," I agreed. I picked my next words carefully, wanting to test her. "By then you'll be pregnant."

She looked at me a long time before responding. Finally she said "Yeah, by then I'll be a mommy, or at least pregnant."

We were silent, contemplating what that meant. Finally she gave me a sexy smile. She ran her finger across my lips, and then pushed her finger into my mouth. I willingly took her finger into my mouth, licking her. 

"Let's go back to the room Mike," she urged me. She had her cum face on. "I really want some of this."

"Yeah?" I said. I was already hard.

"Yeah," she said. "I really miss your tongue."

Later I took our bags down the street and hailed a cab. Jen stayed at the Delano to say goodbye to Jamie. A few minutes later she came down the street and got into the cab. 

"Next time we should stay somewhere else," she said.

"Yeah, I think you're right," I agreed.

She slid close to me in the cab. She shifted the Sophia ring from her left hand to her right. 

"You're wearing it?" I asked about the Sophia ring.

"Of course I am, I love it," she said.

Then she reached into her bag and took out her wedding and engagement rings. She put them back on her left hand. Afterwards she leaned into me and put her head on my shoulder. "I love you Mike," she said.

"I love you too baby," I said putting my arm around her.



Consequences Pt. 12



Author's note: So I get a few emails between chapters. Here are a couple that show the diverse comments I get:

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> I almost didn't come on today and I would have missed you. Your stories turn me on so much. I mentioned in my last note that I took a few days and went to the beach just like Jen. I was a cougar and was fucked royally. Wish I could let my husband see, but he is not like Mike. I can't help myself, I need to show off, tease, and be wanton. Keep writing.

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> I look forward to the day that you die

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And this is a comment from Literotica on Pt. 11. Couldn't have put it better (thanks KS).

Yes, I Get It

04/26/14 By: KentuckySub 

I get that you're bored with the story. So stop reading the stories.

I get that you think Mike is a wimp. So stop reading the stories.

I get that you think Jen is mean. So stop reading the stories.

I get that you think the whole thing is unfair. So stop reading the stories.

I get that you don't read the stories but just read the comments. (Yeah, right.) So stop reading the comments.

I get that you don't read the stories but rate them a 1 and post an asshole comment just to prove you're a dick. (Yeah, right. You're a liar and a dick.) So stop reading the stories. 

I get that you have an incredibly violent imagination and want to see Mike take his revenge in some disgusting, horrible way that makes your psyche not only way more damaged than all us cucks but also truly something the authorities in your hometown should know about as well as anyone who might possibly ever conceive of dating you should you ever leave your mother's basement. So stop reading the stories.

I get that there are dozens, hundreds even, of other stories you could read here but that you feel compelled every single chapter to make sure that everyone knows you hate this story and couldn't possibly be reading them because they make you hard. But, please, just fucking stop fucking reading the fucking stories and let those of us enjoying these chapters of wonderful, loving cuckolding to play out however xleg wants them to. 

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Now here's the next chapter:

Allie walked into Jen's office smiling like a Cheshire cat. "So how was South Beach?" she said. Her smile made it clear she was asking "how was your new boy toy Jamie?"

"Fine Allie," Jen said with a laugh. She motioned at the piles of Memphis files on her desk. "Let me catch up here and I'll give you all the scoop. How about lunch?"

Later at lunch Allie leaned over the table and asked "How's Jamie in bed? As good as Cancun?"

"Freaking awesome!" Jen said smiling delightedly. "He's 21 and can go forever!" 

"Stop you're getting me hot!" Allie giggled fanning her face. "So you're having fun with this two boyfriend thing?"

"You're as bad as Mike, they're not boyfriends," Jen said with a laugh. "It's fun. It's not just the sex. I mean, that's a lot of it. It feels so bad being with a guy that young."

"I told you we were becoming cougars!" Allie laughed.

"I know," Jen said laughing back. "The romance part is fun too though. Jamie's always giving me these puppy dog goo-goo eyes. He gives me so much attention, it's fun."

"Like Bubble Boy doesn't look at you with goo-goo eyes?" Allie laughed sarcastically.

"I know, but it's different with a new relationship."

"Are you sure Jamie knows this is all a game?" Allie asked. "He's not going to pull a Tom and want you to leave Mike?"

"He's only 21 and he's a player, I don't think he wants to settle down," Jen said. "Anyway, if he ever says that I'll break it off right then. I've learned my lesson on that one."

Allie nodded approvingly. She asked, "So is bubble boy okay with it?" 

"You know Mike, he has his ups and downs," Jen said. "He had a couple meltdowns but we talked about it."

Allie frowned. "Are you sure you know what you're doing? I don't need more drama of Mike going ape-shit-crazy and you balling your eyes out. There's only so much drama I can take a decade."

"I know what I'm doing Allie," Jen said.

"Jen it's happened more than once," Allie reminded her.

"I understand Mike better now," Jen said. "I understand me better now. Mike gets off on the lows as much as the highs. Trust me on this one. I just have to make sure the lows don't get too low."

"How do you do that?" Allie scoffed.

"We talk all the time Allie," Jen said. "All the time. More than we've ever talked before. And we hug and kiss. He's always holding my hand. It's so great. We're closer now than ever."

"So let me get this straight," Allie said sarcastically. "You getting your brains fucked out by men NOT your husband brings you and your husband closer?" 

"I know it's crazy!" Jen said laughing. "But it's true. Allie, this is just a phase we're going through. We've already talked about stopping."

"When?"

"We're talking about having a baby," Jen said.

Allie immediately got serious, remembering Jen's miscarriage. "Oh that's good honey," she said squeezing her best friend's hand.

Allie saw something in Jen's face. She realized what it was. "You are NOT serious," Allie said, scowling at Jen. 

"Don't look at me like that," Jen said. "Your boyfriend's not helping, all those stories about - what are their names? Stacy and Jim? Darren encourages Mike. How is he by the way?"

"Don't you dare change the subject," Allie warned. "Jen are you seriously thinking about this?"

"I haven't told you what I'm thinking," Jen said.

"Then tell me!" Allie practically yelled, exasperated. Everyone in the restaurant turned to look at them.

"Will you be quiet!" Jen hissed in a low voice. She crossed her arms and looked stubbornly at Allie.

"Okay, just tell me this Jen," Allie said. "Are you back on the pill?"

Jen's stone face wavered.

"Oh my god," Allie sighed.

Jen leaned close to Allie and whispered, "I know what I'm doing, okay? Mike and I are just exploring some things. I'm giving him what he wants."

Allie shook her head looking doubtfully at Jen. She whispered back in a chastising voice, "Just remember, at the end of that exploration you have a baby. A real baby Jen. A baby is not a game."

Jen looked indignant. "I'll love all my babies!" she insisted vehemently. 

"I'm not talking about you," Allie said.

Jen gave Allie a shocked look. "Allie, is there any doubt in your mind Mike will love me and my babies with all his heart until the day he dies?"

Allie was about to give a snide remark but then she paused. She remembered Crypts. She remember the out of control truck. She finally said, "No Jen, I have no doubt of that."

As they walked back after lunch, Allie said "Just be careful Jen."

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"You're still meeting Alec next weekend in London?" I asked.

"In Paris actually," Jen said. "It's easier that way."

"Yeah, I get it," I said. This way they could spend the whole weekend together instead of stolen moments here and there.

"I talked to Alec, he's fine with everything," she said. "So you can come if you want."

"You don't want me there?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby," she said. She sat down on my lap and put her arms around my neck. "Of course I want you there. I just said it wrong."

"Okay, then I'll go," I said. "I get it too, you'll be his girlfriend that weekend."

"I wish you'd stop saying that, I'm not his girlfriend and he's not my boyfriend," she said laughing. "We're just friends hanging out. But if you want you can call him my boyfriend if that turns you on." She leaned into me, affectionately ruffling my hair.

That evening we went to dinner with Darren and Allie. They seemed really happy and couldn't keep their hands off each other. Not just in a sexual way, but like two people falling in love.

"How's the leg Mike?" Darren asked.

Jen immediately started rubbing my leg. "It still gets stiff and it hurts when it's humid," she said answering for me. "But he's starting another round of PT next week so hopefully it'll get better." I grinned at her. I liked it when she took care of me.

"Darren, I wanted to let you know," I said. "I'm probably going to be leaving the firm soon. It shouldn't affect your business. You're our biggest agent in Europe by far, you're pretty bullet proof. But I wanted you to know."

"Why are you leaving Mike?" Darren asked frowning.

"I can't really say. You'll hear about it soon," I said. I didn't like being mysterious but I couldn't risk a leak before I finished my preparations.

"I guess I have something to tell you guys too," Allie said. "I'm moving to London, to be closer to Darren."

Jen's jaw dropped. "What?!" she practically gasped. "You're moving to London and you didn't tell me?!"

"Jen honey, I talked to Johnny and he said I could transfer to the London office," Allie said cautiously.

"You talked to Johnny and not me?!" Jen hissed dangerously, scowling at Allie.

"Baby this isn't about you," I gently said to her.

"Don't tell me what this is about!" she snapped at me. She turned back to Allie, tears welling up in her eyes. "How can you leave?"

"I don't want to leave!" Allie said, a tear falling down her cheek. "But I want to be closer to Darren!"

The two best friends hugged and cried. Darren looked at me, concern on his face. I shrugged at him, not knowing what to do.

And then I had an idea. 

"Darren, I thought you liked New York, why don't you move here?" I suggested.

Jen looked at me and then Darren hopefully. But Darren dashed those hopes when he said, "I'd love to move to New York Mike but I just made partner at my firm. I can't leave that, you know how it is."

"Sure," I said. "But what if you could be partner here in New York, and have the potential to make more money?"

I had everyone's attention now. Darren said "What are you suggesting Mike?"

"I'm quitting, I've told my partners," I said. "They're trying to backstop what I do to keep Sapphire going. They've filled most of the positions, but they haven't been able to find a person to run the business side of Sapphire. You'd be perfect for that job Darren. You probably know Sapphire better than me from a business side, and let's face it, you're way more charismatic than me, you'd really be able to sell and grow Sapphire."

"Mike, is this a partner level job you're talking about?" Allie asked, protectively holding Darren's arm.

"Yeah," I told her. I looked at Darren. "If you negotiate hard you might get a senior partner slot. Sapphire is more than half our net income now. This is a really important position." 

"What's the salary Mike?" Allie asked. I have to tell you, I kinda liked Allie more at that moment. I liked the way she was sticking up for Darren. I made eye contact with Darren and I could tell he felt the same way. We grinned at each other.

I looked back at Allie. "It'll be salary plus bonuses," I said. "The salary will be around four hundred thousand. If Sapphire does as well next year, the bonus will be around a million, maybe two."

"Holy fuck," Allie said awed.

"You got that right," Darren said just as shocked.

"You'll be able to stay in New York," Jen said a big hopeful smile on her face.

"Yeah," Allie said smiling back at her.

"I can get you the interview Darren," I said. "After that it's up to you."

"When?" Darren asked.

"How about tomorrow?" I said. I smiled at him, knowing this was sudden. "The partners are getting desperate."

We parted soon after that. 

"Thanks Mike," Darren said smiling at me. He gave me a fist bump. Then to my surprise he gave me a big hug.

Allie grinned and hit me playfully in the arm. "You know for a bubble boy you're pretty okay," she said. Then she gave me a big hug too, and even a kiss on my cheek. Wow.

As soon as they left, Jen pulled me into an alley. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a big open mouth kiss. "Do you know how much I love you? How hot I am for you right now?" She kissed me again. She wrapped her leg around mine and pulled my hands down to her ass. "I'll do anything for you right now! Anything! You say it and I'll do it!"

"Trying to use up one of my wishes huh?" I asked grinning at her.

"Nope, this is extra, a bonus wish," she said smiling back at me. There was so much love in her eyes, it was almost overwhelming. "Say it Mike and I'll do it. Anything."

"You know what I'd really like?" I said looking into her eyes. "Let's go home and snuggle on the sofa, and watch a movie on Netflix. Then we'll make love and I'll hold you all night long."

She grinned at me, looking into my eyes. "Okay ... but no Game of Thrones."

"What?" I said in mock outrage. "What about that episode when Dany's brother is fondling her boobs?"

"Oh my god you're such a perv!" Jen said laughing, hitting my arm.

Darren got the job. The bastard was so smooth and brilliant they offered him a senior partner position. So, like, double what I said he'd make.

With Darren on board, there was no reason for me to stay any longer. I gave official notice immediately. I offered a month, but my partners were so pissed they told me to leave immediately. That day. That surprised me. Yeah I'd resigned, but I thought I'd have more time for closure. 

My partners' hatred towards me was a surprise too. I respected a lot of them, considered some of them friends. I'd made them a lot of money too. They couldn't give me a graceful, honorable exit?

I asked Darren to watch the backs of my main team, Steve, Brian and Elaine. I also discreetly asked him to make sure Tara got a fair chance at success. 

Steve, Brian and Elaine saw me off. We shared hugs and tears. We'd been though a lot. Elaine in particularly gave me a big hug, her tears falling on my neck.

A few other people came by to wish me well. None of the partners though, other than Eric my old boss and mentor. "You know how it is Mike," he explained. "They're pissed you're bailing on us. We're all worried this might affect the rollout of the new Sapphire."

"You know I can't stay Eric, not with what the government is doing," I said.

"You don't know that for sure," Eric said. 

"I'm pretty sure Eric, it's bad," I said.

He must have seen something in my face. "Don't do something stupid Mike," he whispered to me. "I won't be able to protect you."

I flew to Paris early the next day, on Thursday. I worried about Sapphire, what the government was doing, but I was relieved to no longer be associated with it. Anyway, I still had a card up my sleeve to play, if it came to that. I'd have to be careful though. Both Jen and Eric were right. This WAS the government. You don't fuck with them. Or, if you do, you better not get caught.

Alec rented a 2 bedroom condo in Paris for the weekend. Unlike Jamie, he didn't mind me around, and he invited me to stay with them.

I caught an earlier flight, thinking I'd sightsee a little. I'd never been to Paris. I went to the condo first to drop off my bags. 

I really missed Jen, I hadn't seen her all week (she'd left that Monday for her meetings). The abrupt end to my job made me feel even more lonely. I'd worked at the firm since grad school, I had a lot of history there. I still felt I'd made the right decision leaving, but that didn't make me feel better. What was I going to do now? I really needed Jen, I needed a hug from my wife.

It was only 3pm when I got there. Jen and Alec were still working. Alec had added my name to the reservation, so I got the front desk clerk to let me in.

Clothes were scattered on the floor leading to the master bedroom. Sounds of sex were coming from there. I heard Jen's moans and Alec's grunts, and the headboard slamming against the living room wall. Obviously they'd finished work early and came here immediately to fuck.

The bedroom door was closed so I had no opportunity to watch. I sat down on the sofa and waited, listening to them having passionate sex, listening to Alec fuck my wife.

I guess I kind of resented Jen. I'd gone through this drama at work, I was feeling lonely, and here she was fucking her boyfriend. 

I knew my hurt wasn't her fault. When she left for Paris she didn't know my partners were going to kick my ass onto the street so abruptly. She didn't know I'd caught an earlier flight (I was supposed to arrive later that night). But still, I felt jealous, lonely and neglected.

I didn't know how long they'd been going at it before I arrived, but they continued for another 10 minutes. Then I heard Jen cum. A few minutes later Alec came.

Then I heard a lot of laughing and talking. I couldn't make out the words, but the tone was definitely exuberant and happy. I felt jealousy and gut wrenching anxiety sweep over me. But I was so hard too.

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened. I stood up. Jen walked out.

She was completely naked, except for high heels. Her face was flush from her recent orgasm, her body sweaty from their sex, her nipples still rock hard. She was looking back at Alec, in the middle of a laugh. Then she turned and saw me. She stopped dead in her tracks. The smile froze on her face and the laugh died midstream.

We both stood there, frozen, looking into the other's face. She was my wife, and I'd seen her naked a million times, but she seemed self-conscious as if wishing she had a robe to cover up. 

It was weird. At that moment she wasn't my wife. She was Alec's girlfriend, and my being there was out of context, an intrusion.

It only lasted a moment though. She did a reset in her head, and then she was my wife again. She smiled and walked to me. She hugged and kissed me, and said, "I missed you baby." 

She pressed her naked body against me. "Funny way to meet huh?" she asked smiling into my eyes.

"Yeah," I said, smiling back. I ran my hands down her back and squeezed her firm ass. "You feel so good. How's Alec?"

"Freaking awesome," she gushed, pressing her flat tummy against my erection. Looking into my face she gave me a sly smile and said "He just fucked me so good Mike."

I guess she saw some jealousy in my face, but mostly lust, and she felt my cock twitch at her teasing words. She smiled knowingly at me. She walked me back to the sofa. "Stay here a sec while I tell Alec you're here," she said.

A few minutes later Alec came out wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jen had put on a shirt I didn't recognize, and she'd taken off the high heels. We shook hands. Alec got us beers from the frig. In that brief moment while he was away, I whispered to Jen, "Where'd you get that shirt?"

"It's Alec's," she said.

Alec came back with the beers and we chatted. Jen sat next to me as we talked, and she held my hand, leaning into me. 

I was having trouble concentrating. Jen said "Are you okay Mike?"

"Yeah, yeah," I said distractedly. I got up. "I'm just going to unpack, settle in. I'll be back in a few minutes." I took my bag into my room.

Jen followed me into my room. "Mike are you okay?" she asked studying my face. 

"I'm fine," I said smiling. "Jen, you don't have to stay with me, I know you're with Alec this weekend."

"I know, I've missed you this week," she said hugging me again. "I feel so bad I wasn't with you this week. If I'd known what was going to happen I would have canceled this trip."

"I know," I said. "The partners are blinded by the money, they don't see what the government is doing."

"Don't try to be a hero Mike," she cautioned, stroking by cheek. "This is the government, it'll only turn out bad. Look what happened to Snowden."

"Yeah," I said. But at that moment, looking at her so cute in her bare pretty feet, wearing just Alec's button down shirt, the last thing I had on my mind was Sapphire.




Consequences Pt. 12



"You really don't have to stay here with me," I said. "I like seeing you and Alec together."

She gave me a crooked grin. "How long were you out there listening?"

"Long enough to hear you cum," I said grinning back. "And Alec. You're making him use a condom, right?"

"Of course baby, always," she assured me rubbing my arm.

"It's not just the sex though," I said. "I like seeing you and Alec hanging out."

"Me and my boyfriend, huh?" Jen said with a laugh. She did air quotes around "boyfriend." "I know, I get you Mike." She got on her tip toes and gave me a quick kiss. "Okay, I guess I better get back to my boyfriend. Don't be long, Alec wants to talk to you."

After the door closed I leaned on the dresser, trying to calm myself. Seeing Jen wearing Alec's shirt blew my mind. It was such an intimate thing. Jen loved wearing my shirts, she always slept in my old fraternity t-shirt. She liked wearing her man's clothes. I always looked at it as a sign she belonged to me. The fact she was wearing Alec's shirt meant she was really into him, she was thinking of herself as his girlfriend (whether she admitted it or not).

I needed release. I figured Jen would take care of me either later that night or tomorrow morning, but I couldn't wait that long. I went into the bathroom (luckily each bedroom had its own bathroom) and furiously beat off into the toilet. I came after just a few strokes, shooting my cum into the water. 

I cleaned up and pulled my pants back up, then leaned on the sink to give myself a chance for my breathing to return to normal.

I opened the door and entered the short hallway leading to the family room. The way the hallway was oriented, I could see Jen and Alec but they couldn't see me.

Jen sat on Alec's lap. She was drinking from his beer as they casually talked and laughed. They looked so much like a couple. I felt my cock getting hard again.

As I approached, Jen saw me and smiled awkwardly. She got off Alec's lap and handed him his beer. She picked up her own beer and sat next to him. I picked up my beer and sat across from them.

"So Mike, I wanted to talk about this weekend," Alec said. "I wanna make sure you're good with everything."

"I appreciate that Alec," I said. Alec seemed sincere. Confident but not smug or arrogant. He was older than Jamie, maybe a little older than me. I felt comfortable talking to him. 

Jen sensed that. "Thanks Alec," she said smiling into his eyes and rubbing his chest.

"First, thanks for sharing Jen with me," he said with a grin.

"My pleasure," I said. Then I laughed. "Or hers I guessed." 

We all laughed. Feeling at ease, Alec put his arm around Jen and she leaned into him, her hand on his thigh. I was fully hard by that point.

"So tonight I'm taking Jen out to dinner with friends," Alec said. "You're certainly welcome too. How would you like to play it?"

"Are these people from work?" I asked, feeling apprehensive. It was one thing for people at Jen's work to suspect something going on. It was another for her colleagues to actually see her with another man. Even at the pool party in Vegas she'd acted like a tart but didn't actually cross the line of being with Scott.

Jen saw my concern and immediately said "They've all gone home baby."

"Yeah, these are people I've met here in Paris, you and Jen don't know any of them," Alec assured me.

"Okay," I said. "Then I guess I'd like it if they didn't know I'm Jen's husband. Maybe you can introduce me as your friend from the States."

"Sounds good," Alec said.

"I'd rather we introduce Mike as my friend from back home," Jen said. 

"Okay, whatever," Alec said with a laugh. I looked at Jen not understanding. She gave me a "trust me" look.

"So tomorrow I was hoping to explore Paris with Jen," Alec said.

"Good with me," I said. "I know she's with you this weekend, and I figured you'd want some alone time. Don't worry about me, I can take care of myself."

"Thanks dude," Alec said clearly relived. I guessed he'd been worried about that. "Along those lines, the day after I was thinking of taking Jen on a day trip to Champagne."

"It's pretty far though right?" I said frowning, trying to remember how far Champagne was from Paris. "Will you spend the night in Champagne or come back to Paris?"

"I guess I haven't thought that far out," Alec said.

"Why don't you come with us Mike?" Jen said. I agreed immediately. Alec frowned though. Clearly he'd wanted more alone time with Jen.

Seeing Alec's frown, Jen rubbed his arm. "Mike will just hang out, right Mike?"

"Yeah, don't worry I won't get in the way," I assured both Jen and Alec. I looked at Alec. "I know Jen's with you this weekend."

His frown slowly turned into a smile. "Okay, that's cool," he said to me. "Sorry, this is just new to me, I'm getting used to it." He laughed to break the tension.

"No worries," I said laughing back.

"So how do we handle sleeping arrangements?" Alec asked. "Does Jen sleep with you or me?"

"As far as I'm concerned, Jen's in charge," I said. "I'll be okay with it though if she wants to sleep with you every night." In truth I wouldn't be okay with it. It would tear me apart. But I'd signed up for this, and I was determined not to ruin Jen's time with Alec. 

"Hello, I'm right here!" Jen said, and we all laughed. She got serious and looked at the two of us. "Let's see how it goes, okay? Probably I'll want to be with you Alec, since we only have this weekend. But one night I might want to sleep with Mike, I kinda start missing him after a while."

"Okay, fair enough," Alec said with another tension breaking laugh. 

I looked into Jen's eyes, silently saying "thank you." She nodded slightly and smiled at me.

We went into our rooms to get ready for dinner. Jen went with Alec into his room of course. Their bathroom was right next to mine. As I got ready, I heard their shower turn on. Then I heard giggling and laughing, and that turned into moans and then thumps against the wall. Alec was fucking Jen in the shower.

I was hard and craved an orgasm. But I decided not to beat off. After cumming I always got melancholy and the dark feelings of jealousy, loneliness and hurt intensified. I'd promised Jen to be better this time and not ruin her weekend. It WAS her game too. So I didn't want to satiate my lust with an orgasm. I needed the lust like a shield to fend off the dark feelings and prevent a meltdown.

We took separate cabs to the restaurant. I got there first and waited outside where I couldn't be seen. Their cab arrived and I watched as Alec gallantly went to her side of the cab and opened the door. As Jen got out she extended her long shapely leg, her skirt hiking up. She wore thigh high stockings and a garter belt. Just before helping her out of the cab, Alec put his hand on her thigh, his palm on the lacy stocking top, his fingers on her bare thigh above. They kissed and his hand briefly disappeared under her skirt. 

She finally got out of the cab, holding his arm for balanced. She gave him a crooked "you're so bad" smile as she pulled her skirt down, giving him a playful hit on the arm. Then she took his arm and they walked into the restaurant. Alec grinned at the valet staff, and they grinned back. Jen smiled bashfully and hit him on the arm again. 

I followed a few minutes later. Alec was still introducing Jen around to his friends when I showed up. Alec introduced me as a friend of Jen's who just happened to be in Paris at the same time.

Jen sat next to Alec of course. I sat across from them. There were 3 other couples there, so a total of 9 of us. The 3 couples were French but spoke perfect (if accented) English. 

Alec had his arm around Jen for much of the meal, caressing her upper arm with the familiarity of a boyfriend with his girlfriend. Jen playfully punched him or played with the lapel of his jacket as he spoke or told jokes. They so looked and acted like a boyfriend and girlfriend. 

They were both married to other people of course. I was glad to see Jen wearing her wedding and engagement rings (she also wore the Sophia ring on her right hand). Alec wore his wedding ring too. It was clear Alec's friends knew they weren't married to each other. I got the distinct impression Jen was not the first girl other than his wife they'd seen him with. I guess Alec was able to compartmentalize his life that way. I was curious about it though and hoped to have a chance to speak to him about it that weekend.

For her part, Jen didn't seem to mind being "the other woman." She quickly established an easy-going and friendly bond with the other couples, especially the other wives. It made me wonder if ANY of the couples at the table were married to each other. They were French after all! Through the conversation though, I figured out the other 3 couples were married to each other. I also sensed they were intensely interested in Jen and her relationship with Alec.

We went clubbing after dinner. As we arrived at the club, Jen read an email on her iPhone. "Oh my god Mike, Sebastian just broke up with Lily," she said looking at me. She looked at the others and explained, "Sebastian and Lily are friends back in New York." She looked at her iPhone as if scrolling down the email and said "Oh god, Lily is having a meltdown." She looked at Alec and said "I need to talk to Mike about this, we'll meet you inside." Before I knew it Jen was walking down the block with me following her. She led me into a deserted alley.

"Who's Sebastian and Lily?" I asked confused.

"I made that up you goof, I wanted to get you alone," she said putting her arms around my neck and kissing me. I kissed her back. God she tasted and felt so good!

"That's why you're my friend and not Alec's, so we can have some private time," she explained, her arms still around my neck.

"Oh," I said dumbly. I got it now.

"I thought you might have fun, talking to Alec's friends about me," she said smiling mischievously into my eyes.

"What do you mean?" I said not understanding. It felt like she was 3 steps ahead of me. 

"They're interested in me since I'm with their friend," she explained. She saw I didn't understand and laughed. "You have to think like a girl. Believe me, those 3 girls want the scoop on me and Alec."

"Okay ..." I said still not understanding.

"You're my friend, right? You know my history," she explained patiently. "They're going to ask you questions about me. I thought you might have fun talking about how I'm cheating on my husband."

"Oh," I said, finally getting it. My head spun with sudden cuckold lust as I imagined their questions and how I might respond.

She saw the lust in my face and smiled. "See honey, this can be fun for both of us," she said. She kissed me. "Thanks for being so flexible about this weekend." She rubbed my chest, and then her hand moved down to my crotch. I was rock hard.

Jen slid down my body and got on her knees. She took out my cock and gave me an incredible blowjob. I came in her mouth and she swallowed my jizz. 

She licked me clean and carefully put my cock back in my pants, zipping me. She got to her feet, leaning into me. I held her. "Are you having fun?" she asked.

"I'm having a great time!" I gushed.

She giggled. "Come on, I have to get back to Alec."

Alec grabbed Jen as soon as we appeared and dragged her laughing onto the dance floor. I went to the bar and got a beer. I decided to stay off the strong stuff not knowing how long a night it'd be. 

I watched Jen and Alec dancing as much as I could, but the dance floor was crowded and dark. I gradually drifted back to the table where the other 3 couples were hanging out.

Jen'd been right. It was like they were waiting to pounce on me. As soon as I sat down Chloe asked "So how long have you known Jen?"

I decided to keep as close to the truth as possible. "We went to college together," I said. "I was a grad student when she was undergrad."

"Did you ever date?" Tiffany asked.

"No, just friends," I said.

"You look like you wanted to?" Tiffany asked an interested smile on her face.

"Every guy wanted to go out with Jen," I said truthfully. "She was the prettiest girl on campus. She's still the prettiest girl wherever she goes." I quickly added, "Excluding current company of course."

Everyone laughed. The husbands smiled and winked at me though. Clearly they agreed Jen was the prettiest girl in the club, even after throwing their wives in the mix. Their wives were attractive but not a jaw dropping knock out like Jen.

"But you never asked her out?" Tiffany pressed.

"I guess I never worked up the courage," I said with an embarrassed laugh. "She always went out with guys like Alec.

The three girls shared a knowing smile. I got the feeling their interest in Alec wasn't all innocent and platonic. I wondered if any of them had enjoyed Alec's hard body and impressive manhood.

"What's Jen's husband like?" Monique asked, the third wife.

"He looks kinda like me," I said. "His name's Mike too." I laughed. "Maybe I should've asked Jen out after all."

They laughed with me. "Don't sell yourself short, you're a good looking guy Mike," Monique said squeezing my arm.

"Okay, thanks," I said, giving the husbands a modest "yeah right" look. They smiled at me.

"You never know, since you're such good friends with Jen, maybe you'll hook up with her someday," Monique said.

"No, I'd never cheat on my wife," I said holding up my left hand and showing them my wedding ring. "I love her too much."

"Even with a pretty thing like Jen?" Tiffany said with a laugh.

"My wife's just as pretty, believe it or not," I said returning her laugh.

"So you're Jen's good friend," Chloe said, all 3 girls moving closer as if involved in a conspiracy. "Does Jen cheat a lot?"

I nodded. "I think she loves Mike, but she needs more than he can give her."

"So she's had a lot of affairs?" Tiffany asked. All 3 couples were barely holding back delighted smiles as they soaked in the dirty laundry on Alec's beautiful new married lover.

I nodded. "She started cheating on Mike in college," I said. "She's had 4 or 5 regular lovers since then."

"So she's a real slut," Chloe said scathingly, a delighted smile on her face.

"No, she's really sweet," I said bristling at the fat cow's words. "She loves her husband I think. But she's really sensual. She needs more than he can give her."

"That sounds like a slut to me," Tiffany said. Chloe was nodding her head. I was really growing to dislike these women, especially Chloe and Tiffany! Their pussies were probably dry puckered wastelands!

"She's not a slut," I insisted. I guess my voice was rising. I forced myself to calm down. "She has her husband's permission."

They all gawked at me. "Mike lets her sleep with other men?" Tiffany said shocked.

"Yeah," I said. "He knows he can't give Jen everything she needs. But he loves her and wants her to be happy. So yeah, he lets her sleep with other men."

I left soon after that, even though Jen and Alec were still on the dance floor. I'd said more than I'd intended, but I hated hearing people talk bad about Jen. I hoped I would never have to see those 3 couples again. I mean, the husbands were okay, but I had no respect for the wives, especially Chloe and Tiffany.

I walked back to the condo. It was a long walk, but it gave me a chance to cool down and also enjoy Paris at night a bit.

I heard the condo door open a couple hours later. Jen and Alec were giggling and laughing. I could tell they were tipsy by the way they stumbled across the floor. They kissed between giggles. "Let me check on Mike," I heard Jen say. Then my door opened.

I was sitting up in bed. Jen smiled and came to me. She got on the bed and hugged me. "Hey you," she said looking in my eyes (and slurring her words a little). "You left early."

I forced a smile. "Sorry, I didn't really click with Alec's friends," I said.

"Oh I'm sorry baby," she said. "I thought they were nice. They said they liked you."

"They were okay I guess," I said. "I'm not upset or anything."

"You're okay?" Jen asked looking into my eyes.

"Yeah, I'm good, really," I said. I WAS good too, I just hadn't wanted to be around Alec's friends anymore. 

"Okay," Jen said with a smile. "Tell me next time before you go, okay? I got worried about you." She kissed me.

"Okay, sorry," I said.

"Look what I got you." She pulled a bottle of Highland Park scotch from a brown bag. "I saw you drinking this at the Delano."

"Wow honey thanks!" I gushed.

"Want some?" she asked smiling.

"Yeah," I said moving to get up.

She stopped me with a finger to my chest. "I'll get you one," she said smiling into my eyes. She left the room. After a couple of minutes she handed me a glass, smiling into my face. "Just the way you like it, one ice cube."

"Thanks baby," I said smiling back at her.

"Why didn't you like Alec's friends?" she asked.

"I'll tell you later," I said. I didn't want to ruin her evening. "I know you want to get back to Alec."

"It's okay baby," she said running her fingers through my hair. "I'm not in a hurry."

Her skirt hiked up when she sat down, revealing her stocking tops and garter belt. "Alec's gonna have fun with you tonight," I said grinning, running my hand up her long shapely leg.

"I'm gonna have fun too," she said with a mischievous smile. "I'll probably sleep with him tonight."

"Okay," I said. I knew she was telling me, not asking my permission. She was his this weekend.

She kissed me again and stood up. "Give us a few minutes, and then you can come in okay?"

"Yeah," I said my heart beginning to pound.

I wanted 10 minutes then I went into their bedroom. They'd started without me. Their clothes were off, Jen only in the garter belt, stockings and high heels. She was on her back and Alec was on top of her. He was already inside her, moving urgently in and out.

I moved the chair over. I wanted to make sure I could see both her face and his cock moving in and out of her pussy. First I watched as his cock long stroked her. He was so long it seemed to take forever for him to push in and pull out. He was so thick her pussy seemed clamped around his manhood. I was relieved to see he was wearing a condom.

But then my eyes went to her face. Seeing her face excited me most. Because in her face I saw such deep longing, such out of control lust, such intense pleasure. She never looked that way with me. 

You might wonder if Jen ever had such passion for me. When we first started going out, with all the newness, yeah she'd lusted for me. And even today, there were times when I felt her passion for me, especially when I went down on her. But she never ever looked at me with the same lust and desire as she had for her lovers. Never. It hurt, because I knew I could never give her everything she needed. I could never give her that much pleasure or evoke that much lust. But it pushed all my cuckold buttons too and got me so excited.

I took out my cock and stroked myself as Alec put Jen's long legs over his shoulders and started pounding her. Her moans became more urgent. I watched as Alec made her cum on his cock. A few minutes later Alec came.

They snuggled together as their breathing returned to normal. I'm cum into a towel I'd brought with me. I put my dick back in my pants as I watched them hold each other. They seemed to sense my presence. They whispered back and forth. Then Jen said to me, "Um, honey ..."

"Yeah, okay," I said getting up. I knew they wanted some alone time now. As I left their room I heard Jen say to me, "I love you baby."

I turned back and smiled into her eyes, silently telling her I was okay. Then I went back into my room.

I left their door partially opened. I left my door open too. It was dark so I couldn't see them. But I could hear their whispers and giggling, their laughing and talking. Then I heard their sounds of passion again. I sipped my scotch as I listened to them. I poured myself another as I heard Jen cum again. I gulped it down as Alec cried with his orgasm.




Consequences Pt. 12



I felt a nudge on my shoulder. It was morning, although early. I opened my eyes to Jen's pretty face.

"How do you feel baby?" she asked.

"A little hung over," I admitted.

She frown at me. "You have to stop drinking so much."

"Yeah, I know," my throat feeling dry. She gave me some water.

She was wearing Alec's button down shirt. I reached out and fingered the sleeve. "You wore this to sleep last night?" I asked, feeling jealous.

"I don't have anything else," she said. She knew how my head worked. "Next time I'll make sure to remember to bring your frat t-shirt."

"I'd like that," I said with a smile.

She crossed her arms and pulled off the shirt. She was naked underneath. "Better?" she said with a smile, standing up and doing a cute pirouette on her pretty tiptoes. 

"Yeah," I said instantly getting hard. 

She saw my erection. She cupped my cock over the blanket, a smile on her face. "Alec is showing me Paris today, but I wanted to take care of my man first." She gave my cock a gentle squeeze.

"Okay, but just lay here a minute," I said pulling her next to me into my arms. I needed to hug her a minute. 

"Are you okay baby?" she asked.

"Yeah I'm good," I said hugging her tight. "I just need a Jen fix." 

"Okay," she said with a laugh, hugging me back.

After a few minutes I pulled away. I ran my hands over her hot body, the body all these men desired. She was still keeping herself completely bare. Her pussy lips were red and swollen and they gaped a little.

"Alec fucked you really hard," I said gently stroking her well used pussy lips.

She heard the excitement in my voice and said, "Yeah, he really did." She moved her hand back over my cock. She gently said "I gotta go Mike, Alec wants to head out early to the Louvre before it gets crowded."

"Oh," I said, my gut wrenching. I hadn't taken Jen to Paris yet. He was going to show her all the sights before I had a chance. 

She read my face. "It's okay baby, I told you," she assured me. "Someday you'll take me to Paris and it'll feel like the first time. It really will Mike. I'll forget all about Alec."

"Okay," I said smiling at her.

She pulled down my pants. "How do you want it mister?" she said with a crooked grin. 

"I want you on top so I can look into your face," I told her. I grinned. "Even though I know Alec stretched you so much you won't feel me." I said it as a joke, and it was a joke, but she knew I was sensitive about how my cock compared to her lovers.

She got on top of me and guided me into her. She felt loose but so incredible.

"You're my favorite lover Mike, other guys don't compare," she assured me, kissing me as she gently rocked back and forth. "There's more to sex than physical pleasure. I get pleasure from a lot of guys. I only get love from you. I only want love from you."

"Okay," I said looking into her eyes. I loved her so much! "Your pussy feels so good baby."

"Even though Alec stretched me out?" she said with a teasing smile.

"God yeah," I groaned, her tease pushing me closer to the edge. She hadn't put a condom on me! It felt so good being bare inside her. She kissed me and then moved her lips to my ear. She whispered "Where do you want to cum baby?"

Without any hesitation I groaned "In your mouth!" 

She sensed me about to go over the edge. She quickly got off me and took my cock into her mouth, swallowing my sperm as I came.

She snuggled in my arms for a few minutes. It felt great but I sense she wanted to go. "Go ahead baby, go back to Alec, I'm good," I said.

She smiled at me. She kissed me and then went back into the bedroom she was sharing with Alec.

I showered and dressed. Alec was drinking coffee when I came out. I got a cup and sat down. I knew Jen would still be awhile getting ready, so I saw a chance to satisfy my curiosity. "Alec, I was wondering if I could ask you something," I said.

"Sure buddy," he said amicably. 

"It's personally," I warned, but then we both laughed. I was sharing my wife's body with him so I guess I was entitled to ask some personal questions.

"Your friends last night," I began, trying to think of a delicate way of saying this. "They weren't surprised seeing you with another girl."

"You're asking if I fuck around?" he said with a laugh, cutting to the chase. He shrugged. "Yeah, I do. Although Jen's the hottest girl I've ever been with."

"Your wife doesn't know?" I tentatively asked.

"No way man, she'd dump me in a minute, take my kids, my house, everything," he said. "I mean I love her, but she can be a mean bitch."

"I get it," I said. "But if you love her ..."

"Why do I cheat on her?" Alec said, shrugging again. "Same old story I guess. When we first met we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Then she had our son, and then our daughter. She used to be so hot! Not as hot as Jen, but definitely hot. But she never lost the pregnancy weight. She still looks okay I guess. But she just doesn't turn me on anymore."

"Yeah, okay," I said. I thought he was being pretty harsh with his wife, but it wasn't my business.

"My friends from last night, they've met Maria - that's my wife - but they're mostly my friends," he explained. "I met the husbands at IT conferences. They'd never say anything to her."

Just then Jen came in. She looked really hot in skinny jeans, tight sweater and ankle high heeled boots. She wore a scarf making her look like an authentic Parisian.

I noticed a frown on her face but it disappeared when Alec approached and kissed her. 

"So when will you guys be back?" I asked.

"We'll probably go straight to dinner," Alec said helping Jen into her jacket. 

"I'll call you Mike," Jen promised, giving me a hug. She whispered in my ear, "I love you Mike, always remember that."

I went to a bistro and had breakfast. As a war buff, I spent a few enjoyable hours in Napoleon's war museum. I walked around a lot, just getting a feel for Paris. I hiked the steps to the top of Arc de Triomphe. Then I walked down the famous Champs-Élysées. I saw a boutique selling scarfs, reminding me of what Jen had worn that morning. I went inside and a very attractive and sophisticated French woman helped me pick out two silk scarfs to match Jen's blonde hair and blue eyes.

I missed Jen but I was content with how the game was working. I felt we'd found a good balance.

I got back to the condo by 4pm. Jen called. She said she had a headache and they were coming back to the condo instead of going out to dinner. She seemed grateful when I offered to make dinner.

I ran down to a market down the street and bought eggs, herbs, cheese, mushrooms, field greens, olive oil, bread and wine. I also bought a rotisserie chicken. 

I got home and prepped the food. Jen and Alec got back around 6pm. He looked annoyed, and there was tension between them. 

Jen came right up to me, looking in pain. "How do you feel baby?" I asked, putting my arms around her.

"I have a terrible headache," she said leaning her head against my chest.

"Did you take Advil?" I asked.

She nodded. "It still hurts."

Jen sometimes got migraines. Not often but sometimes. Hormones I guess. I knew exactly what to do. I made her drink a big glass of ice water to help with hydration. Then I sat her down on the sofa. I sat down at her feet and took off her ankle boots. Her small slim feet were in black nylon, which meant she was wearing pantyhose under the skinny jeans. I took her foot in my hand. The sole was a little moist with perspiration from walking all day. I rubbed her feet, relaxing her. She leaned back in the sofa, closed her eyes and said "Feels good baby, we walked a lot today."

I could just smell the sweet musky scent of her stockinged feet. I so wanted to rub her foot against my face, to suck her toes. Yeah, I have a major foot fetish and Jen has the prettiest feet. But I restrained myself, first because I needed to attend to her migraine, and second because Alec was watching.

I moved her sideways on the sofa and then got behind her so her back leaned against my chest and she was between my legs. I then tenderly massaged her neck, shoulders, scalp and temples. I could feel the tension leaving her body and she drifted off into a light sleep. I'd done this countless times with her, I knew how to make her migraine go away.

As I massaged her I looked down the front of her body. Her clingy cashmere sweater clung enticingly around her breasts, and her long shapely legs looked so good in the skinny jeans. I couldn't help getting hard. We'd been together for years and I never tired looking at her body.

I guess Jen sensed my sudden passion. She turned her head and looked at me. I leaned down and kissed her, my hands going to her breasts. I felt her nipples go hard and I fondled her. We kissed and she moved her hand to my crotch, rubbing my hard-on. I moved my hand into her sweater and fondled her tits over her bra.

I sensed movement at the other end of the couch. Alec was there and he was peeling off Jen's jeans. Even as she kissed me she raised her ass to help him. She moaned into my mouth as he cupped her pussy and thumbed her clit. She wasn't wearing any panties under the pantyhose.

Alec moved up her body and kissed up her neck. She stopped kissing me and turned to him. She had her cum face on. She opened her lips as he pressed his lips against hers and welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as he kissed her and rubbed her pussy.

My hands still cupped her breasts but there wasn't room on the sofa for all three of us. And even though I'd started things, all Jen's attention seemed to be on Alec. I felt like a bystander. 

Feeling resentful, I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies. Jen held onto my hand for a moment, then she wrapped her arms around Alec's neck as they made out and fondled each other.

My heart pounding, I went into the kitchen. I poured two fingers of the Highland Park scotch and poured it down my throat. I felt distraught. Jen had come home with a headache. I'd nursed her, made her feel better, gotten her hot, yet Alec was getting my reward, he was getting her body, he was gonna fuck her not me.

The kitchen had a pass through so I saw them on the sofa. Alec had pulled off her turtleneck and pushed down her bra, and now he had one nipple in his mouth and the other between his finger and thumb. Jen had her head rolled back. Her eyes were closed and her mouth formed an O as she moaned. I felt bitter. I knew how to make her headache go away, I was good for that, but for real pleasure, sexual pleasure, she turned to another, she turned to a real man.

I turned away from the pass through and opened the wine. I poured myself a glass. When I looked back Alex had Jen's pantyhose off her left leg. She still had it on her right leg, up to her knee. I heard her urgently whisper "Condom Alec." He reached into Jen's purse and pulled out a condom, and rolled it on his shaft. Then he entered her. 

Jen stroked his face, neck and chest as he fucked her. I could resist no longer. I took out my cock and beat off as I watched him fuck my wife. I came within moments. I grunted rejoicing in the orgasmic pleasure, but then immediately felt melancholy, jealousy and resentment sweep over me. 

I cleaned myself and pulled up my pants. Then I turned away from the pass through. I washed my hands and then made dinner. I tossed the field greens in olive oil, salt and pepper for a simple salad. I sautéed the mushrooms. Then I made an omelet of the eggs, mushrooms and herbs. Finally I sliced the chicken. I tried not to listen as they grunted and moaned, as they cried out in orgasm.

I heard shuffling on the sofa and then their feet on the hardware floors. They disappeared into their bedroom, I guessed for more fucking.

I tried not to notice, I tried to control my hurt. I knew she was with him this weekend. I'd promised not to ruin it for her. I tried to focus on making dinner.

Suddenly I felt Jen's soft hands on my stomach and her body pressed against me, hugging me. "Smells good baby," she said softly.

"Dinner be ready in a minute," I said. I didn't push her away but I didn't hug her back. I didn't even turn around to look at her. It was childish but I felt too hurt, too much resentment.

"Thanks for making my headache go away," she said hugging me tighter.

"I guess Alec took care of another ache for you," I said bitterly.

I thought she was going to give me one of those dismissive "you know I'm with Alec this weekend" or "I pick who and when" or "you promised not to ruin it for me."

Instead, to my surprise, she hugged me tighter and said "You're the best husband Mike. You let me explore my sexuality. You let me be me. I know I don't thank you enough. I'm so lucky to have you."

That got to me. I turned around and she melted into my arms. She was wearing my shirt from yesterday. She must have gone into my room to get it. She hugged me even tighter and said "I'm so lucky to have you."

We ate dinner. Afterwards Jen told me to relax. She and Alec would clean up since I made dinner. Of course, that bothered me since that meant more time she'd be with him and not me. I think she sensed that. After a few minutes she left Alec to finish the dishes. She sat down and leaned into me. I put my arm around her and she rested her head on my chest.

As he cleaned up Alec said through the pass through, "Mike, just wanted to let you know my friends from the other night are coming along tomorrow to Champagne." He said it as if knowing I didn't like them. Maybe Jen had told him?

Ugh. The last thing I wanted was to spend an entire day with Monique, Tiffany and Chloe. Also, I didn't think my heart could take another day of seeing Jen on Alec's arm. I had big time cuckold fantasies, but there was only so much I could stand.

"You'll be back tomorrow night, right?" I asked him wanting to make sure.

"Yeah definitely," he assured me. "The train's only an hour, we'll be home by dinner." He looked hopeful, clearly wanting to have Jen all to himself tomorrow. While he didn't mind me around, it was clear he'd rather I wasn't around.

"You know, I think I'll skip Champagne tomorrow," I announced. "You guys have fun. I'll see you at dinner."

"Okay, sounds good bro," Alec said doing a bad job of hiding his pleasure. Jen looked a little bothered but didn't say anything. 

A little later we said our goodnights. Jen gave me a hug and kiss and whispered "You can come in, just give us a few minutes." Then she took Alec's offered hand and went with him into their bedroom.

I poured myself a scotch. I sat on the sofa, listening as they started up. 

I went in after a few minutes. They were both naked. I saw my shirt thrown carelessly on the floor. 

Jen was on top, riding him. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, concentrating on the wonderful sensations of his long thick cock filling her so completely. Her nipples were rock hard. Alec's hands were on her hips, subtlety guiding her movements. His eyes were locked on her pretty face and he adjusted his hips as she moved up and down on him, as if adjusting the angle of his cock to maximize her pleasure. Whatever he was doing was working as Jen's moans and fucking got more intense, and within moments she shuddered violently and her back arched as her body exploded in an orgasm. Her body spasmed as the orgasmic pleasure rocked through her, and then she collapsed onto his chest panting. 

Her head was towards me. Her eyes were closed so she didn't see me, but I looked right into her pretty face. She was panting, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, perspiration covering her brow, her face seemed aglow. All signs of having cum so hard, the look of absolute sexual contentment. She never looked like that after sex with me, even when I went down on her.

I left and went into my room, closing the door. This was just a game. It was just sex. She loved me, not him. I wanted this, it hit all my cuckold buttons. But still, I'd seen enough. Even for a cuckold, there's only so much you can take seeing another man pleasure your wife in ways you cannot.

As I lay in the dark I tried to not listen to their sounds of sex. I was rock hard. I needed release, but I also needed my lust as a shield against the dark feelings of jealousy, loneliness and resentment. 

To my surprise, the door opened and I saw Jen illuminated by a light left on in the kitchen. She patted barefoot to the bed and got under the covers, sliding against me. "Are you awake baby?" she asked in a soft voice pressing her naked body against me. 

"Yeah," I said, my arm automatically going around her. 

"I miss you," she said kissing me.

"I miss you too," I said kissing her back.

We lay silently holding each other. "Are you mad at me?" she asked breaking the silence. "About what happen before dinner?"

"No, I'm okay," I lied.

"You should've stayed," she said. "You didn't need to go."

Her words made me feel worst. It was like she was patronizing me. Sensing the tension, she joked "I can handle both of you." We both laughed awkwardly.

I knew she wanted him, not me. But I suppressed my hurt and anger. I'd promised not to ruin this for her. "I'm okay baby, really," I lied.

"I'm thinking about spending Sunday with you, is that okay?" she asked.

"You don't have to do that," I said immediately. "I'm fine, really." I didn't want to ruin her weekend. I didn't want her staying with me because she was afraid I was upset.

"I want to baby, I miss you," she said kissing my chest.

"Okay then," I said hesitantly. I didn't want her pity. But I wasn't going to say no either.

Her hand lightly stroked my chest. "You didn't stay long," she said.

"I watched you cum," I said. I caressed the side of her small perfect breast. "It's really hot watching you cum." I so wanted her. Needed her.

She kissed my chest again. "I kinda have a headache again."

"Do you want me to massage you?"

"No, it's not too bad, it'll go away when I sleep," she said. She ran her hand down my body and cupped my cock. "Would this be okay?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling disappointed but keeping it from my voice. Her headache didn't stop her from riding Alec. But then, my cock didn't give her pleasure like his.

She moved her hand and I heard her licking her palm. Then I felt her slip her small hand into my boxers. I felt her hand around my hard shaft. She slowly stroked me. 

"That feels really good," I said, the words coming out like a moan. I quickly forgot about my hurt, my entire being focused on her soft hand around my cock.

As she stroked me she moved her lips to my ear. "I gave Alec a blowjob in the Louvre," she whispered hotly in my ear.

"Really?" I practically gasped.

"Yeah, he touched me all day long, he got me so hot, I couldn't take it anymore," she said stroking me faster. "We did it in a bathroom. I fingered myself as I went down on him. I felt so slutty, I came really fast."

"God Jen," I moaned imagining Alec and Jen in a bathroom stall, Jen on her knees, Alec's cock in her mouth, his hands behind her head, her hand down her pants and furiously rubbing her clit. I arched my back, grunted and came all over her hand.

Jen pulled my shorts off. She used it to wipe my cock and then her hand. Then she rolled to her side, holding my hand so I rolled with her and spooned her. "Sleep naked Mike, I wanna feel your skin against me," she said.

She was quiet for a few minutes and I thought she'd fallen asleep. "Sometimes I can't control myself," she said into the darkness. "Do you think I'm a slut?" she asked sounding worried.

"No," I said without any hesitation. "I get you baby. You've got a big sex drive. I love that about you. I love you, just the way you are. I think you're a goddess."

She kissed my hand and hugged me tighter to her bosom. Then she fell asleep.




Consequences Pt. 12



I woke to Jen's soft lips on my cheeks. I opened my eyes and looked into her beautiful face.

"I've gotta go honey," she said softly. I got up on my elbows. She was already dressed. She kissed me again and smiled into my eyes. "I'll see you tonight. I'm really looking forward to tomorrow."

"Me too," I said smiling back. "I'll think of some things for us to do."

"Okay," she said. She giggled. "I'd be okay with spending the entire day naked in bed with you." She got serious and said "Will you get us a hotel for tomorrow? I don't want to stay here."

"Yeah, sure, I get it," I said. Alec had rented this condo. I sensed something in Jen's voice and demeanor and frowned. "Is something wrong with Alec? He's treating you okay, right?"

"He's treating me fine," she assured me. 

She looked really good. She wore black leggings and a long cashmere sweater that hugged her curves and went just passed her waist, leaving most of her tight ass exposed. She wore her long blonde hair down and topped the outfit with boots. She looked so Parisian. 

"You look really good Jen," I said running my hand over her tights from her knee to just below her pussy. I felt myself get hard.

She smiled at me and parted her legs a little. I moved farther up her thigh and ran my thumb over her pussy. "What are you wearing under these tights?" I asked.

"Just a thong," she said smiling at me.

"Are you wearing a bra?" I asked. I ran my hand up her back and felt her bra strap.

"Yeah," she said. 

"Are you gonna go down on Alec in Champagne?" I asked a mischievous smile on my face.

"I don't think so, his friends are going too," she said with a laugh.

"It's a long train ride," I said giving her a lustful grin.

"That's true," she said smiling back at me. I pressed my thumb harder across her clit. "Stop," she giggled grabbing my wrist to make me stop.

Just then Alec's voice came in from the family room. "Come on babe, we gotta go or we'll miss the train."

I saw something in Jen's eyes. Annoyance? Impatience? She saw me looking. "I'll tell you about it tonight," she said. She kissed me and moved to go.

Then I remember what I'd bought yesterday. "Wait baby," I said getting out of bed and getting the package from the dresser. I pulled out one of the scarfs and handled it to her. "I got this for you yesterday."

She looked at me to the scarf, and then at me again. She smiled into my eyes. "Thanks baby." She wrapped the scarf around her neck the way French girls do. "You're always thinking of me," she said kissing me again. Then she was off.

I took my time getting up. I was naked after Jen's hand job last night. I stretched out on the bed on top of the covers and slowly stroked myself, thinking of Jen with Alec. I had a powerful orgasm, my cum shooting onto my chest. I felt melancholy after but not too much, because I knew I'd have my wife back tonight.

I showered and dressed. I was tired of touring Paris by myself, so I found a café with fast wifi and spent the day drinking coffee and surfing the net. First, I found a small trendy boutique hotel I knew Jen would like. I made a reservation for the next day, paying extra for an early morning check-in. Then I got on Paris visitor sites looking for things to do. I picked a few places I thought Jen would like, although I didn't plan too much as I knew she'd be tired tomorrow after a long weekend of touring and fucking with Alec. 

I didn't want to think about Sapphire but I couldn't resist. I entered the system through a back door and pulled down the latest status reports. The SEC had issued a fourth set of code mods! I looked them over and shook my head. Again the evidence was murky, but I saw a clear pattern. I knew what they were doing, what they intended. 

I exited the system and did my best to cover my tracks. I thought about it for a long time. Finally I decided I had to do something. I wrote a short condition-based routine. The condition-based routine would come alive only if what I suspected actually happened.

I would have to be careful getting the routine into Sapphire. As Jen and Eric had said, you don't fuck around with the government. 

I wrote a program that would execute automatically on Monday when I knew Jen and I would be in a plane over the Atlantic, flying home. In my head I called the program Phantom. Phantom would hack into Sapphire and then embed the condition-based routine into Sapphire. Then Phantom would delete itself, erasing all tracks of its existence. 

I couldn't do anything about log files. Thus, eventually the government would be able to figure out WHEN Sapphire had been infected, and they'd be able to look at the infection (i.e., look at the condition-based routine). But if Phantom worked right, they wouldn't know HOW Sapphire had been infected. So they wouldn't be able to trace it back to me. 

Then I did a full bit-by-bit wipe of my computer's hard disk. I'd restore the computer later that week at home. 

I went back to the condo. On the way back I stopped at a convenience store, a surprise for tomorrow. I showered and dressed for dinner. Then I waited for Jen's call.

Around 7pm she called. "Hey, where are you guys?" I asked cheerfully. "Are you back in Paris?"

"God Mike you won't believe what happened," Jen said with obvious irritation. "We're still in Champagne. We missed the last train back."

"You what?" I said not sure I heard right. I heard laughter and talking in the background. I recognized Alec's voice, and those of his friends. I felt my anger boil inside. She missed the fucking train?!

"I'm getting -" she started, but her voice was drowned out by more laughing and partying. I heard her say angrily to Alec and his friends, "Will you all be quiet!"

Returning to me she said, "Mike, I'm getting a taxi back to Paris. I'll be home in a couple of hours. I'm sorry about this. I'll explain when I see you, okay?"

"Okay," I said, my anger cooling off. I was disappointed, but shit happens sometimes. "I'll see you in a couple hours." 

As promised, Jen got home a little over two hours later. Alec followed Jen into the door. There was clearly tension between them.

Jen immediately hugged me. "I'm sorry," she said kissing me.

"That's okay," I said hugging her back.

"God the taxi was so expensive," she lamented, glancing daggers at Alec. She was clearly angry but fortunately her ire was directed at Alec, not me.

"It's okay, I'm just glad you're home," I said.

"Have you eaten?" she asked stroking my cheek.

"Not yet."

"Give me a sec and then we'll go out," she said. She disappeared into the bedroom she was sharing with Alec.

"Hey man, sorry we missed the train," Alec said offering me his hand.

"What happened?" I said shaking his hand.

"Too much drinking I guess," he said with a laugh. 

I scowled at him. "When you're with my wife I expect you to take care of her," I said my voice hard.

"Yeah, sorry man, it won't happen again," he said. Then he said sheepishly "I guess I'll check on Jen." He tentatively went into the bedroom and closed the door.

I heard heated words behind the door. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but clearly Jen was irritated with Alec. A few minutes later she came out. She was wearing the same outfit, but she'd brushed her hair and touched up her make up. 

"Let's go," she said taking my hand, her anger and irritation just below the surface. Clearly Alec wasn't coming with us. That was fine with me. 

We went to a bistro a few blocks away. We ordered martinis. Jen was distracted, clearly still thinking about Alec. 

"Your first argument?" I joked to help break the tension.

She gave me an apologetic smile. "Sorry baby, I'll stop thinking about him."

The waiter came with the martinis and we clinked glasses. "Tell me what happened," I said.

Jen scowled at the table. "Alec's so irresponsible, like a boy. He said he'd watch the clock but he didn't so we missed the last train. I wasn't paying attention. I'm so used to you taking care of things like that."

"Is that why you're so mad, because you missed the train?" Jen's anger seemed out of proportion to just getting back to Paris late.

I'd read her right and she gave me a brief smile in acknowledgment. "It's just, the way he talks about his wife, he's so cruel," she said. "It's like, her body's not as sexy after having babies, so now he's not hot for her anymore. That's why he cheats on her. But they're HIS babies."

"I'm surprised he talks about it with you," I said.

"He doesn't usually but his friends bring it up," Jen said. "Chloe and Tiffany are terrible. Now I see why you don't like them."

"So how did today go, did you like Champagne?" I asked.

"It was fun, Champagne's beautiful," she said. "I guess I was already irritated and then we missed the train and I lost it." She smiled at me and squeezed my hand. "I wanted to get back to you baby."

I smiled back. "I've really missed you," I said. "So, are you going to see Alec again?"

"I don't know, I guess so," she shrugged. "I still like him." She added with a laugh, "I'd rather not see his friends again, especially Chloe and Tiffany. Monique's okay." She smiled at me. "Monique told me how you stood up for me, when Chloe and Tiffany were calling me a slut."

"You're not a slut honey," I insisted.

"Yes I am," she said with a self-reproachful laugh. "I still appreciate it though honey," she said squeezing my hand. She smiled into my eyes. "I don't tell you enough how great a guy you are."

I smiled but didn't say anything. 

"I'm serious Mike, you're so wonderful," she gushed. "You let me be with other men. You have no idea how lucky I am to have you."

"I know how sensual you are," I said.

"You mean you know how horny I get," she said with another self-reproachful laugh. She became self-reflective and said "I get scared how I always want sex, how I lose control." She laughed again, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Sometimes I think I'm a nympho."

"You know I think that's hot," I said grinning at her.

"That's another reason I'm so lucky to have you," she said grinning back at me. "You let me be me."

"We're perfect for each other," I said.

"Yeah," she agreed smiling into my eyes. "What you said to those girls though, it's not true. You definitely give me all I need Mike."

"You just said you need sex all the time," I said with a disbelieving laugh.

"Well, I might fuck you to death," she said laughing with me.

"I can't think of a better way to go," I said and we both laughed.

"Seriously, I think I'm just going through a phase," Jen said. "After your third wish we're stopping, right?"

"I guess," I said looking doubtful. "Are you sure you'll be happy with just me? Seriously, we need to talk about this. I know I can make you cum honey. But I've seen you with your lovers. I've seen the passion you have for them. You're not like that with me."

"I am baby," she assured me squeezing my hand.

"No you're not Jen," I insisted. "You've never been like that with me. Ever, not even when we first started dating. Just be honest, don't worry about hurting my feelings. I love you Jen, I want you to be happy."

"Mike, there's more to sex than passion and orgasms," she insisted.

"Did you really just say that?" I said with a good natured laughed.

In her head she replayed what she'd said and laughed too. "You know what I mean," she said blushingly. "There's love and caring."

"But don't you want both, love AND passion?" I said. "As long as love always comes first with you, I'm okay if you get your passion from other men."

She frowned. "I don't want that Mike," she said crossing her arms stubbornly. "At some point we have to grow up. We can't play the game forever. I want to start a family."

The waiter came with our food, steak and frites for me, baked sole for Jen. We ate in silence for a while.

"Do you think Alec did it on purpose, missed the train, to ruin our plans for tomorrow?" I asked.

"I don't think so," Jen said uncertainly. "He's not happy I'm not spending tomorrow with him. But he doesn't think that way, he's not deliberate like that. He's kind of basic. I don't mean that in a bad way. Anyway I don't think he planned it."

"Do you want to spend tomorrow with him?" I asked feeling that familiar angst returning.

"No Mike I want to be with you," she assured me, rubbing my arm. 

Just then her iPhone buzzed. She looked at the text and smiled.

"What?" I asked.

"It's Alec," Jen said smiling as she read the text. "Trying to apologize."

"What'd he say?" I asked.

"It's a poem," she said with a giggle. She read it:

Roses are red,

Violets are not

I'm so sorry

That I'm such a fart

She laughed, and I couldn't help it, I laughed too. As we ate Alec texted three more apologies. Each was silly and, I have to admit, endearing.

Jen was smiling at Alec's latest text when she realized she was spending too much time thinking about him. "Sorry baby," she said looking guiltily at me. She turned off her iPhone and put it in her purse.

We were sitting next to each other at the table. She leaned into me and said, "Tell me what you did today."

I shrugged. "I just hung out at a coffee place and surfed the net," I said.

"Well that's boring!" she teased giving me a playful smile. She squeezed my arm and said "I'm so looking forward to tomorrow." 

I smiled at her and kissed her. She smiled back at me. Then, after thinking a moment, she got up and said "I have to go to the restroom. Can you get the check?" I couldn't help staring at her tight ass and long legs as she walked away. We'd been together for years but still I couldn't take my eyes off her, it was like I was addicted to her. I noticed other male heads turn as she walked by.

She returned a few minutes later. "Ready Freddie?" she asked and I got up after leaving enough Euros for the check. Outside she motioned across the street and said "Let's go to that club for a drink."

The club had the atmosphere of a meat market. We went to the bar. I sat on a stool. Still standing, Jen pressed between my legs. "You're the best husband in the world Mike," she said as she wrapped her arms around my neck. She kissed me, and I kissed her back. As we kissed I put my arms around her waist, then I ran my hands up her back.

I felt no bra strap. She wasn't wearing a bra.

Pulling away I looked at her. She smiled at me. She leaned close and put something lacy into my hands. I looked down. In my hand was a tiny pile of delicate black lace. Her bra. Then she dropped more black lace into my hands. Her panties. She smiled teasingly at me.

I looked at her chest. Her snug sweater clung to her breasts. It was clear she was braless. I was rock hard. "God Jen I'm so addicted to you," I gushed feeling so much love and lust for her.

She smiled at me. She lightly trailed her lips across my cheek and then hotly whispered in my ear "You better be."

My hands were on her ass as she stood between my legs. She was drawing attention, a lot of guys were checking out her ass and legs. The fact I was lightly stroking between her ass cheeks didn't help.

As our drinks arrived I adjusted her so she was standing next to me, instead of between my legs. I turned her so she was facing the crowd. Now all the guys could see she wasn't wearing a bra, they could see the sweater molded around her braless tits, they could see her hard nipples denting the cashmere.

She knew I was showing her off. She smiled and whispered, "You're so bad."

I kept caressing her ass, lightly running my fingertips up and down between her ass cheeks. "You're making me wet," she breathed into my ear. I was pleased to see she had her cum face on.

A nice looking guy approached us and struck up a conversation. He was clearly hitting on Jen. I couldn't believe how bold he was, with Jen wearing a wedding ring and me right next to her. 

His name was Claude. He was charming, confident and good looking. Jen flirted with him for a good 15 minutes. She kept me in the conversation, often leaning into me, squeezing my hand, or smiling at me, but she and Claude were clearly flirting. I clearly felt like a third wheel, but Jen's flirting wasn't so intense to get me upset; it was more like she was really interested in talking to him. Claude asked her to dance. She politely declined, telling him it'd been a long day and we were heading home soon. 

She leaned into me after he left. "Ready to go honey?" she asked. She didn't say a thing about flirting with Claude with me standing right next to her. She flirted automatically, it was such a part of her, part of the social butterfly thing. I was used to it. Sometimes I wondered - as she flirted - whether she even knew she was flirting.

That reminded me of something. I said, "Remember when Karl hit on you in South Beach?" 

"God what a creep," Jen said.

"Yeah, but you remember? We were at AA."

"I remember," she said, raising an eyebrow to prompt me. 

"The way you acted surprised me," I said. "You love flirting. I was surprised you didn't string Karl out some."

"I was with Jamie," she said with a shrug.

"That's never stopped you before," I said with a laugh. "Like just now. You flirted with that guy with me standing here. You always do that."

"I was just talking to him," she said.

"You were flirting!" I said with another laugh.

"Does it bother you?" she asked with a frown.

"No," I said immediately. "To be honest it turns me on."

"It does huh?" she asked teasingly, leaning into me and brushing the back of her hand against my crotch. Finding me hard she giggled and said "I guess so." We both laughed.

"So why do you treat me and Jamie different?" I asked.

"I never thought about it," she said tilting her head. She thought a few moments. "Honestly I think I treat most guys like I did with Jamie. Except for you."

"Why am I different?" I asked. "Why do you flirt in front of me but not them? Because I'm a cuckold?" I laughed to make it sound like a joke, but suddenly I was bothered. Did she not respect me? Did she think it was okay to flirt right next to me because she didn't see me as a real man like Jamie, Colin and Scott? 

She sensed I was upset. "It's not that baby," she soothed, rubbing my arm. "I feel so comfortable around you. With other guys I always feel like I'm walking on egg shells. You let me be me."

A little later we walked back to the condo. Alec was waiting for us. He stood and looked at Jen. Jen looked at me and said "Mike, give us a second okay?"

I went into my bedroom and got ready for bed. After about 15 minutes Jen walked in. She closed the door and sat on the edge of the bed, taking off the boots. "Did you guys make up?" I asked getting on my knees and helping her take off the boots.

"Yeah, sorta," she said, looking distracted.

I took her feet and rubbed them.

"That feels good baby," she said leaning back on her elbows and closing her eyes. I felt like she was thinking about Alec.

"What did he say?" I asked.

She opened her eyes. "Sorry I'll stop thinking about him."

"What did he say?" I asked again.

"He said he usually doesn't put his wife down like that. He doesn't like Tiffany and Chloe and only hangs with them because he's friends with their husbands. He apologized again for missing the train."

"Are you going to keep seeing him?" I asked.

"I don't know," Jen said. "I like him. The sex is good. But I feel guilty with him cheating on his wife with me. He says he loves her, she just doesn't give him sexually what he needs."

"Just like you and me," I said.

She took my face in her soft hands. "No Mike, you're all I need," she insisted. "I play the game because it's fun and exciting and we both like it. But you give me all I need."

"Okay," I said with a smile. I had doubts about what she said, but I wasn't going to start an argument about it. "You're officially still with Alec until tomorrow. Do you want to sleep with him tonight?"




Consequences Pt. 12



She ran her hand across my cheek, looking into my face as if studying me. She stood up and crossed her arms. She pulled off the sweater, exposing her beautiful small breasts and sexy flat stomach. 'I want you to make love to me," she said leaning into me and wrapping her arms around my neck. 

I cupped her breasts and said "I love you so much Jen."

"I love you too Mike," she responded. We undressed each other and made love.

After cumming I carefully pulled out of her. I took off the condom and tossed it into the trash. When I got back in bed she snuggled into my arms. She showed no sign of having cum. No flushed cheeks, no heaving chest, no look of sexual fulfillment. 

"You can go to him if you want," I said.

"Stop Mike, I don't want to," she said. She rolled to her side and held my wrist so I spooned her.

"You didn't cum," I said.

She didn't answer. She pulled my arm tighter around her. I held her tight as she fell asleep.

When I woke up I was on my back. Jen was still asleep. She had her head on my chest and an arm and leg thrown around me. 

She slowly opened her eyes. "Morning baby," I said.

"Hi baby," she said.

We kissed a little. She said "Did you get us a hotel?" 

"Yeah, a small boutique one, I think you'll like it."

"Can we throw some clothes on and go there right now?" she asked. "I don't feel like dealing with Alec today."

"I thought you made up," I said.

"We did," she said. She snuggled back into my arms. "I want it to be us today."

A few minutes later we got up. Jen put on a robe and went into Alec's room to get her things. I packed (it only took a minute), washed my face and brushed my teeth, and threw on jeans and a shirt. 

Jen was taking a while in Alec's room. I went out to make coffee. Alec's bedroom door was closed, but I heard him moaning, and then a grunt and a loud "fuck yes!"

A few minutes later Jen came out, tightening the robe around her. She looked at me briefly then rolled her suitcase into my room.

I followed her into the room, closing the door behind me. Jen was pulling out a blouse from her suitcase. "We'll shower at the new hotel, okay?" she said not looking at me.

"Did you just fuck Alec?" I asked moving next to her. Her nipples were hard and dented the silk of the robe. 

"I went down on him," she admitted looking at me. "Sorry I -."

"It's okay," I said. I cupped one of her breasts and rubbed her nipple over the silk with my thumb. Her nipple got even harder.

I slipped my hand into her robe and cupped her naked breast. A moan escaped her lips. 

"Did Alec cum a lot?" I asked.

"Yeah, he always does," she said.

"Did you let him cum in your mouth?"

She looked into my face. Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me, pushing her tongue into my mouth. I tasted the male muskiness of Alec's cum in her mouth.

"Yeah, he came in my mouth," she breathed into my ear. "Can you taste him?"

"I want you right now!" I growled, kissing her, my hands all over her.

She pulled away from me, gasping. "Later, at the hotel," she said panting. She saw my disappointment and said, "I'm yours again, we have all the time in the world."

Jen hurriedly dressed, pulling on the blouse and black tights from yesterday. She brushed her hair and put on a little makeup. 

She said goodbye to Alec, giving him a lingering kiss. They hugged and whispered to each other. Finally Jen came to me, taking my offered hand. I nodded to Alec and we left.

"Will you miss him?" I asked as we waited for a cab.

"I'll miss him like any other friend," she said putting her arm in mine.

In the cab I couldn't keep my hands off her. She giggled and whispered "Just wait!"

In our hotel room I tore off the blouse and peeled off the tights. She had nothing on underneath. I got between her legs and went down on her. I wanted to give her a great orgasm, I wanted to hear her scream my name. Even though I was dying to plunge my cock in her pussy, I took my time, building her up, teasing her, playing her body like a violin. Finally she came, her back arching, her tiptoes digging into the mattress, her hands pulling my hair. She screamed my name as the pleasure exploded in her body.

I moved up her body and hugged her, letting her catch her breath. She moved to get on top of me but I stopped her. I wanted to be on top. From her purse I got a condom.

She took the condom from me and put it back. "Not this time, I wanna feel you," she said. 

I was all for that! "I'll pull out," I offered.

"Okay," she said, reaching between our bodies and guiding me into her.

I started pumping her. She felt loose, not her usual tightness. "You feel good Mike," she said reading my mind.

"I know I don't fuck you as good as your lovers," I said.

"I love feeling you inside me," she insisted.

"I don't fuck you as good," I said as I got close to cumming. "But you still belong to me, you're mine."

"I'll always be yours," she assured me, looking into my eyes.

A moment later I felt myself go over the edge. At the last possible moment I pulled out and came on her sexy, flat stomach. 

We hugged and snuggled. Jen wanted to lounge around in our room and probably would've fell back to sleep if I let her. But I wanted to get going. I'd planned our day with things I thought Jen would like, and I was excited to get going.

Our hotel was in Montmartre, a little artsy neighborhood on a hill above Paris. We hugged and held hands as we walked through the narrow, cobblestone streets, looking in the windows of the art galleries. We skipped the Sacré Cœur church because it was too crowded with tourists. We preferred browsing through the open air market and talking with some of the local artists.

Afterwards I took Jen to Le Baron Rouge, a cozy wine bar. It was bustling with people and we were literally crammed into a small table between two big groups of locals. Everyone was friendly and soon it was like we were all together in one big group (or party!). My beautiful sexy wife got a lot of attention, but everyone treated me really nice too. Jen and I drank Burgundy and ate cheese and charcuterie. It was a great brunch!

After lunch I took Jen to Rodin's museum, one of her favorite artists. We held hands and Jen leaned into me as we wandered the gardens and looked at Rodin's sculptures tucked among the trees and hedges. Jen spent a lot of time looking at her favorites, Rodin's The Kiss and The Thinker. At one point Jen wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I'm having the best time!" she gushed.

It was late afternoon when we left the Rodin museum. I could tell she was tired from her long weekend touring and fucking Alec. I had one more thing I wanted to do with her.

We held hands and playfully bumped into each other as we walked along the romantic banks of the Seine. We came to the Pont des Arts, a pedestrian bridge over the river. I guided Jen to the mid-point on the bridge. 

I took a combination lock out of my pocket. I'd bought it yesterday at the market. Jen looked questioning at me. "It's called a love lock," I said. With a black magic marker I wrote "Mike + Jen" and drew a heart around our names. Then I locked the lock on the hand rail of the bridge. 

I pulled Jen into my arms and said "That means we'll be together forever." 

She smiled adoringly into my eyes. "You're the best guy in the world, I love you so much!"

"I love you too Jen," I said, and we kissed.

"This has been the best day ever!" she gushed, snuggling deeper into my arms.

We made love that night. To top off the day, I made her cum on my cock. 

We snuggled late into the night, talking and whispering, kissing, hugging. I felt so close to her. We were so much in love. Everything was working, we were perfect for each other. At that moment I was certain we'd be together forever.

The next day we flew home. As we crossed the Atlantic, just as I planned, Phantom came alive. It hacked and infected the new Sapphire program. Then it disappeared as if it never existed.



Consequences Pt. 13



The next week Jen met with the senior partners to give them an update on Memphis. Her team's hard work was paying off. Jen happily announced to the partners she thought they had a really good chance to win the Memphis account.

She was surprised when the senior partners met her good news with frowns instead of smiles. "Jen, you're saying we'll be one of the supporting firms?" her old boss Johnny said.

"Yes, that's always been the goal," Jen said, surprised by his question. Her firm was a small "boutique" advertising firm. They could never handle the entire Memphis account, it was too massive. The plan all along had been to let one of the mega advertising firms be the primary firm, and her firm would be one of the supporting advertising firms. Even as a supporting firm, Memphis would still be their largest client, way bigger than Google.

Jen felt a sense of dread as the partners exchanged concerned glances. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"Jen, we lost Sony and Toyota," Johnny said.

"What?" Jen said shocked. Sony and Toyota were their largest clients after Google. "Why?"

"Why doesn't matter," Frank another senior partner said, glaring at some of his other partners. Clearly there was a lot going on behind the scenes. "What matters is we need to win the ENTIRE Memphis account. We need to be the primary firm."

"My team has been working on this for months, positioning us as a supporting firm," Jen said with a frown. "How can I change direction now and sell us as the primary firm?"

"We have no choice Jennifer," Mr. Winters said, the oldest and most powerful partner. "We're at a critical juncture in the life of our firm."

"Jen, we're looking at massive layoffs," Johnny said with a pained expression.

"We might even go out of business," Frank said gloomily.

"We need to win Memphis as the primary firm," Mr. Winters said. "We're counting on you Jennifer."

Later Jen was sitting in a conference room with Allie, Scott and the rest of her team.

"No way we can do this," Scott said pessimistically. "Memphis sees us as a supporting firm, not a candidate for primary firm."

"He's right Jen," Calvin said gloomily. "It isn't possible. We can't compete against the mega firms. No one here has ever done that before, not even Mr. Winters."

"We have to," Allie insisted. "Otherwise we go out of business. We'll all lose our jobs."

Jen saw everyone looking at her. Her team of 15 people, all of them looking at her, depending on her to lead them, to figure out what to do. The entire firm was depending on her, not just these 15 people, but over 200 people, all their jobs and livelihoods depending on her. 

"Okay everyone," she said trying to sound more confident than she felt. "Let's brainstorm. I want ideas. No idea is too out of the box or crazy, I want all of them. We'll write them down and then we'll go through them, one by one. We're going to do this. We WILL win Memphis. We WILL be their primary firm."

**********************

Jen worked non-stop for the next 6 weeks. I barely saw her, she was working 24/7, traveling every week all over the world. Finally she got a weekend off.

We went to the bistro down the street from our loft apartment for brunch. "So you think you've turning the corner?"

"It's a start," Jen said with a shrug. "Memphis is starting to see us as a candidate for lead firm. But now we have to win it against all that competition, the mega firms. It's going to be really hard. At least I won't have to travel as much for a while." She reached across the table and squeezed my hand. "I've missed you baby."

"I've missed you too," I said squeezing her hand back. I joked, "At least you were able to see Jamie and Alec." In the past 6 weeks she'd managed to see Jamie and Alec a few times in Miami and Paris. Although, everything had been so last minute I wasn't able to be at any of her hookups.

"I'm sorry Mike, are you upset?"

"No, I'm good," I said squeezing her hand again. "I really mean it, I'm glad you were able to have some fun, you've been working really hard."

She grinned at me. "So, when are you going to tell me your second wish?"

"I don't want to bother you," I said with a shrug. "You've got a lot on your plate right now."

"It's not a bother baby, I want to," she said squeezing my hand. She joked "I could use some excitement after all this work."

"Jamie and Alec aren't exciting?" I teased.

"More like booty calls," she said with a laugh. "They help relieve tension."

"I'm here too to help with that," I pointed out. Although I knew I couldn't "relieve her tension" as good as her lovers.

"I know that honey," she said in a soft voice, hugging me. "Come on, tell me what your second wish is."

"Okay," I said. Hesitantly I said "You know how you got close to Ricky, Scott and Tom? I want to experience that again."

"You hated that," Jen said with a frown. 

"I hated and loved it," I said. "I understand things better now. I understand how you can feel love for another man, but not love him. I want to experience that again, so I can really enjoy it this time. Don't you want to have one more romance before we stop playing the game?"

"I'm doing that with Jamie and Alec," she said with an impish smile.

"Not really," I said. "I know you like them. But they're safe. Jamie's young and Alec's married. You said it yourself, you could never get serious with them."

"That's true ..." Jen said.

"What do you think of my idea?" I asked.

She smiled sheepishly and brushed her hair behind her ear. "I guess it would be fun to have one more romance before we stop playing the game," she admitted, warming to the idea. She frowned. "It's not that easy though, finding someone interesting."

"I've been thinking about that," I said hesitantly. "I know we have the no old boyfriend rule -."

"No Mike, we're not breaking that rule," she said immediately.

"You said you'd do anything," I pointed out.

"No Mike we made the rule before I said that," she said a little exasperated. "Anyway it wouldn't help. I'm over those guys. If I saw them again it would just be to fuck, that's all."

"Really?" I said surprised. "I thought -."

"Those guys were just an infatuation," Jen said. "Once it was over, it was over. They're just like Alec and Jamie, they don't mean anything."

"Okay, I get it," I said. "That's what I want though, one last time. To see you infatuated with another guy."

She couldn't help laughing at my kinky obsession. "Okay, I'll do it. But there's still the problem of finding an interesting guy."

"Do you have anyone in mind?"

"Let me think about it," she said looking thoughtful. "It sounds like you're thinking more than a weekend fling?"

"I was thinking 9 ½ weeks," I said with a grin.

"Seriously?" she said with a laugh. "Like the movie?"

"That's how they named the movie," I said. "The infatuation part of a new relationship lasts around that long."

She thought about it. "I'm not sure that's true," she said.

"I know," I said. I squeezed her hand. "I just think it's better to have a definite cut off."

"I think you're right," she said smiling at me and squeezing my hand back.

Later that day she sat next to me and abruptly said "What about Drums?"

"What?" I said catching up to her thinking. "You and Drums?"

"Yeah," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. Clearly she'd been thinking about this since brunch. "I know you're friends ..."

"Not really," I said. "I mean, we're friends but not close. You're attracted to him?"

"Sorta," she admitted. "He's hot. I've always thought so. He's interesting. Kind of a free spirit. You know how I love music."

"Yeah," I said thinking about how Drums had hit on Jen at Colin's party during Homecoming weekend. "He clearly likes you."

"I guess," Jen said with a laugh, brushing her hair behind her ear again. "We've been texting each other since Homecoming."

"Really?" I said surprised.

"Not a lot," she said handing me her iPhone so I could see their conversation. "Mostly just telling me about how their tour is going."

"You don't need to show me the texts, I believe you," I said handing her phone back.

"I would've told you if I'd known we'd be thinking about this," she assured me.

"I know baby," I said. "So you like him?"

"I think there's potential," she said. "The Ramones are in New York next weekend. He invited us to their concert."

"So what're you thinking?" I asked with a lustful smile.

"I'm thinking I should go," she said smiling back. "But you can't because you'll be out of town."

"I'll be out of town huh?" I said grinning.

"Yeah, you will," Jen said smiling.

**************

Drums relentlessly pounded the young brunette. "Oh yeah, fuck me Drums, fuck me!" the busty brunette squealed.

Drums paused a moment, sweating and panting, and looked down at the young girl beneath him, his cock still buried deep inside her. She was maybe 26. She was sorta cute, although her nose and mouth were a tad too big. She could stand to lose a few pounds around her belly and thighs, but her tits where big and firm, and her pussy felt tight around his cock. Definitely fuck-worthy, at least for a one night stand.

He smiled. One of the benefits of being a rock star was he had a never ending supply of willing pussy. He met this chick earlier that evening after their concert, she'd won tickets and a backstage tour from a local radio station. She'd been easy to seduce. Groupies always were. 

He'd wanted her girlfriend, she was prettier. But she'd gone home with Malcolm, the Ramone's lead guitarist. Why did guitar players always get the best girls?

"Come on Drums, don't tease me," the busty brunette whined, moving her hips trying to get him to fuck her again.

"Okay, okay," Drums said starting to pound her again. "What's your name again?"

"Lacy," the young girl said, moving her hips to meet Drum's thrusts. "Yeah Drums fuck me, just like that, yeah you fuck me so good!"

"I'm gonna cum!" Drums growled moments later. "Where do you want it?"

"Cum inside me!" Lacy begged. "I want you inside me!"

Drums lurched into the girl and shot his cum deep inside her. Then he fell onto the bed. Lacy immediately snuggled into his arm. "That was so fucking good!" she gushed, a big smile on her face. "God I can't believe I just fucked a Ramones!"

"Did you care which one?" Drums asked with a chuckle.

"Ah, well ..." Lacy said, embarrassed.

"Don't worry about it," Drums said, and they both laughed. They'd both gotten what they wanted. Drums had been horny and wanted pussy. Lacy had wanted to fuck a rock start.

Drums reached into his suitcase and took out a small bag of white powder. "You want some?" he asked using a razor blade to form 4 white lines on the table.

"Definitely," Lacy said eagerly. She snorted two of the lines, and then Drums snorted the other two.

"Good shit huh?" Drums said as the familiar feeling of euphoria flowed through his body.

"Yeah," Lacy said her eyes closed.

Drums pulled her into his arms and they made out. After a while Lacy pulled away.

"I better get going," she said getting up. 

"We're in Boston all weekend if you want to get together again," Drums offered. Lacy wasn't the prettiest girl and she didn't have the best body, but she was nice and it got lonely on the road.

"I'm kinda engaged," Lacy said apologetically.

"Oh okay, I get it," Drums said. For the first time he noticed her engagement ring. A few minutes later she was gone.

Drums sat on the bed, looking out the window. He loved the freedom of being in a rock band, he loved the excitement of clubs and concerts, he loved all the girls. On top of all that, the relaunched Ramones was doing pretty good. For the first time in his life he had money. 

But it got lonely on the road. He'd had a lot of girlfriends in his life. All failures, never lasting more than a few weeks, a month or two at most. His lifestyle, on the road all the time, playing in clubs until the wee hours of the morning, wasn't good for long term relationships. But then, he'd never met a girl he liked enough to change his lifestyle. 

Just then his phone buzzed with a message. He smiled seeing it was Jen Andrews, his old frat brother's wife. Jen was the prettiest and sexiest girl he'd ever seen in his entire life. It wasn't just her looks, she had the most amazing personality. He so envied Mike for snagging her. 

His smile grew bigger as he read the text: "Hi Frankie, thanks for the tickets, we'd love to go."

Drums texted her back: "Great! The tics will be at will call. Come backstage after the concert, the password is Big Malcolm."

Drums looked off into the distance. He'd heard rumors about Jen, that she fucked around. He'd made a pass at her at Colin's party, hoping to get inside her pants. He wondered if he'd get another chance in New York. She'd definitely been flirting with him at Colin's party.

"So it's all set," Jen said showing her iPhone to Mike.

Mike read the text. "You call him Frankie?" he asked.

"That's his real name," Jen said. She straddled Mike's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "So how far do you want me to go?"

"You only have 9 ½ weeks so you can't waste any time," Mike said with a lustful grin.

"You're so bad," Jen said kissing her husband. "You know, he had a reputation at school."

"Really?" Mike asked surprised. "You knew him before me?"

"I knew OF him," she said. "Girls talked about him."

"What'd they say?"

"He slept with a lot of girls he met at concerts," Jen said.

"Really?" Mike said excitedly. "So he invited you backstage because he wants to fuck you?"

"He thinks you're coming too," Jen said.

"But when you show up alone?"

"We'll see," Jen said with a laugh.

"What else did girls says about him?"

"That he's good in bed," Jen said. "And he's really big."

"He sounds like your type," Mike joked.

"Shut up jerk," she said hitting him playfully on the arm. "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked. "We've never played with one of your friends before."

"Ricky," Mike pointed out.

"Ricky was your roommate, he wasn't really your friend," she said. "We've never played with one of your fraternity brothers. How would you feel if it got out?" 

"You're the marketing whiz, you can't shape the message?" Mike teased, grinning at her.

She playfully bopped him on the head. "I'll do my best, but if Drums says something there'll be rumors. How would you feel if people you knew talked about me fucking Drums behind your back?"

"I'd be bothered, but mostly turned on," Mike said his cock getting hard. He looked into his wife's eyes. "You knew that already, right?"

"Yeah, I knew that," Jen admitted.

"Do you ask me things like that, to turn me on?"

"Yeah I do," Jen said with a sexy, husky voice. She slid off his lap onto her knees and went down on her husband.

~~~ Week 1 ~~~

Jen made her way backstage after the concert ended. A group of bouncers looked her up and down as she approached. "How can we help you miss?" one of them said.

"Frankie invited me backstage," Jen said.

"Frankie?" the bouncer said.

"Oh sorry, I mean Drums," Jen said.

"Password?"

"Um ... Big Malcolm?"

The bouncer smiled. He pointed to a door. "Though there. They'll be someone inside to direct you."

All the bouncers looked at Jen's ass as she walked through the door. "That's some fine ass there," one of the bouncers said.

"You think Drum's getting some of that?" another said looking admiringly at Jen's tight ass and long legs.

"Lucky fuck," a third bouncer said.

Inside his dressing room, Drums snorted two lines of cocaine. There was a knock at the door. "Hold on," he said hurriedly putting the small bag of coke into his backpack.

He opened the door and saw Jen's pretty smiling face. "Hey you," she said, and they hugged briefly. 

Drums pulled away. "Sorry, I'm gross right now," he said with a laugh. He was still sweaty from the concert.

"That's okay," Jen said laughing back. "You guys were awesome tonight!" she gushed.

"Thanks," Drums said. He looked passed Jen. "Where's Mike?"

"He couldn't make it, he's away on business," Jen said.

"Oh okay," Drums said, suddenly excited. "I'm gonna jump in the shower and then I'll show you around, okay?"

"Sure," Jen said looking around.

Drums thought furiously as he quickly showered. He had Jen alone! This was his chance to get inside her pants! He gave his big cock a quick, single stroke. He worked hard to keep in shape, and his cock was his pride and joy. It gave him a lot of pleasure, and he knew it gave girls pleasure too. He had a long list of conquests to prove it. He hoped to add Jen to that list tonight.

Drums came out of the bathroom pulling on an old Police t-shirt. For a moment Jen got a look at his chest. "Nice," she thought to herself.

"You like the Police?" she asked looking at his t-shirt.

"Are you kidding?" he said with a crooked grin. "I grew up wanting to be Sting." 

Jen smiled. She loved old bands. She looked him up and down. He looked good in faded jeans and t-shirt, tall and looking fit with nicely muscled arms. His hair was tussled after the shower, he'd just run his hand through it. He kinda looked like a boy, adorable but really sexy too.

Drums was checking Jen out. She looked incredible in skinny jeans and high heels, her shapely legs seemed to go on forever. She had on a fitted blouse that hugged her curves, and a short jacket on top. She wore her blonde hair in a high pony tail and had on a little make up. She looked casual and sexy with the beauty and tight body of a runway model.

They suddenly realized they were checking each other out. They both laughed awkwardly. With a boyish grin Drums held out his arms and said "Now I can give you a proper hug."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh, and they hugged hello. Drums held her tightly. It was a brief hug, but in that moment Jen felt his erection. He was hard. And he felt big.

"Come on, I'll introduce you to the band," he said. Like the original band, the new Ramones had 3 members (with a few other supporting musicians and backup singers). Drums was percussions and vocals. He introduced her to Jay who played bass guitar. 

Then he introduced her to Malcolm. Malcolm was the unofficial leader of the band. He played lead guitar and vocals.

Malcolm was partying with 2 pretty girls in his dressing room. They were laughing and drinking beer, and the smell of marijuana was in the air. One of the girls had her blouse off. She had really big breasts, they were practically falling out of her bra.

"Hey Mal, this is my friend Jen from college," Drums said.

"Hey Jen, good to meet you," Malcolm said taking her hand. Even though he was holding the blouseless girl in his other arm, he gave Jen a long up and down look.

Jen found herself looking at one of the most handsome men she'd ever seen in her life. He looked like Ben Afflect, an arrogant and dangerous Ben Afflect. She found it hard to tear her eyes away from him.

Malcolm took a joint from the other girl. "You wanna hit?" he asked Drums and Jen. Drums hesitated, not knowing Jen well.

"Sure," she said taking the joint from Malcolm, enjoying looking at Malcolm as she did so. She sucked on the joint, holding the magic smoke in her lungs as she handed the joint to Drums. Drums did the same, handing the joint to the blouseless girl. Malcolm handed beers around and soon they were all drinking and smoking.

Malcolm moved over to Jen as Drums chatted with the other 2 girls. "So where did Drums find you?" he asked, moving inside her personal space.

"He and my husband were in the same fraternity," she answered, trying to play it cool next to the gorgeous man.

"You're married?" Malcolm asked.

"Yep," Jen said holding up her left hand.

"But you're here alone with Drums?"




Consequences Pt. 13



"My husband is traveling," Jen said.

"Okay, just curious," Malcolm said.

A few minutes later Drums came over. "Ready to get out of here?" he asked Jen.

"Sure," Jen said getting up, feeling somewhat disappointed to leave.

"Hey Drums can I talk to you a minute?" Malcolm said.

"I'll meet you outside," Drums said to Jen. Drums walked with Malcolm away from the other girls so they couldn't hear.

"Jen's hot, are you fucking her tonight?" Malcolm whispered, grinning wickedly at Drums.

"That's the plan," Drums said smiling back.

"You're friends with her husband?" Malcolm asked, leaving unspoken the rest of the question - you'd really fuck your friend's wife?

"I don't give a shit," Drums said grinning, and the friends laughed and did a fist bump.

"Any chance I get some of that pussy?" Malcolm asked. The band often shared girls. 

"I'm not sure," Drums said looking uncertain. "Jen was a real party girl in college, but I don't know if she's into that. I'll let you know."

A few minutes later Jen and Drums were walking outside. "God the air feels good, I don't smoke much anymore," Jen said talking about the marijuana.

"You smoked weed back into college?" Drums asked.

"Too much probably," Jen said with a laugh.

"Mike smokes?" he said surprised. He knew Jen was a partier but he thought of her as a good girl.

"Not really," Jen said. "I stopped when we started going out." She laughed. "I guess he made me grow up."

"That sucks!" Drums joked, and they both laughed.

They went into a bar and ordered drinks. "So you wanted to be Sting huh?" Jen asked with a lopsided smile.

"Yeah, do you like the Police?"

"God yeah!" Jen gushed. "I saw them once, they played at Penn State."

"I was at that concert!" Drums said excitedly. "Remember when Sting played that big upright bass when they did Every Breath You Take?"

"Oh god, that was so freaking incredible!" Jen agreed excitedly. "I was right up front, it was so amazing to hear the chord changes!"

"I was up front too! Where were you?"

"I was like, to the right of center stage a little."

"Oh okay, I was over on the left," Drums said. "How did you score such a great spot?"

"Allie and I camped out for like 2 days," Jen said with a laugh, remembering. 

"I remember that ticket line, it was like a camp site," Drums said laughing with Jen. He looked into Jen's eyes. "How come we never met?"

"We did meet."

"I mean, before you started going with Mike," Drums said. 

"I don't know," Jen said with a shrug. "I think I saw you play a few times."

Drums nodded. "Yeah, I remember seeing you," he said looking into her eyes. "You're kinda hard to forget."

Jen laughed and then shyly looked away. After a moment she said wistfully, "Those were fun times."

"What, college? Yeah they were," Drums said. He laughed. "I guess I'm still living those days."

"Nothing wrong with that," Jen said. "Do you party every night?" she asked referring to the scene in Malcolm's dressing room.

He shrugged sheepishly. "I guess none of us have grown up yet," he said with a self-conscious laugh.

"I'm not judging you," Jen said. "I've done wild things too." She gave Drums a crooked smile. "So, will Malcolm sleep with both those girls?"

"Probably," Drums said with a laugh. "Mal thinks a lot of himself. You get why the password is Big Malcom?"

"Yeah, I get it," Jen said with a laugh, rolling her eyes.

"He's not as big as he thinks," Drums said with a mischievously smile. "The password oughta be Big Drums."

"Stop, too much information!" Jen said with another laugh. They looked at each other, grinning.

"So I guess you and Mike are all grown up now?" Drums asked.

"I think Mike was all grown up when he was 12," Jen said with a laugh. 

"Yeah, he WAS always the serious one," Drums agreed remembering their fraternity days. "The adult in the room."

"Yeah ..." Jen said looking off into the distance.

"So what ... no fun and games anymore?"

"We have fun," Jen said. "We're happy."

"But?" Drums prompted.

"There's no but," Jen said with a laugh.

"Come on, there's always a but," Drums said with an encouraging smile.

"... I don't know," Jen said after a moment. "With Mike, everything is ... I don't know ... complicated." She shook her head. "God that was strong weed, I'm still lightheaded."

"Yeah, Mal always gets the good stuff," Drums said.

"I better get home," she said.

"We can share a taxi," Drums suggested immediately. "First your place, then I'll take it to mine."

"Okay," Jen agreed.

As they rode in the taxi, Jen asked "So what's it like on a worldwide tour?"

"It's a lot of work actually," Drums said. "Don't get me wrong, it's a lot of fun too. It gets lonely though."

"Oh I'm sure you have your share of girls," Jen teased, smiling.

"We're not all like Malcolm," Drums said modestly, smiling back.

"Yeah right," Jen said with playful sarcasm. "You don't have a girlfriend?"

"Not right now," he said. "You know at Colin's party?" he said getting serious. "Sorry about kissing you."

"It's okay Frankie," she said in a soft voice, looking away from him.

There was an awkward silence. Breaking the tension, Drums joked "Sorry but just once in my life I had to kiss Jenny Johnson." He laughed.

"Oh go away!" Jen said laughing back and playfully hitting him on the arm.

After a few moments Drums said "You know, I knew Ricky back in college."

Jen looked into his face. "You did?" 

"Yeah," Drums said, looking into Jen's face. "We weren't close. But yeah, I knew him. He's in California now, right?"

"Yeah, last I heard," Jen said. She looked straight ahead, out the front window. They rode the rest of the way in silence.

The taxi stopped in front of the loft apartment. "This is your place?" Drums asked.

"Yeah."

"When's Mike getting home?"

"Monday," Jen said.

"Your place looks really nice," Drums said.

Jen hesitated, then said "Wanna come up?"

Inside the loft apartment Jen asked "Wanna drink?"

Drums was holding the bottle of Highland Park scotch. "This is high class stuff," he said admiringly.

"Want some?" Jen said getting a glass.

"There's not much left," Drums said.

"Mike will get more," Jen said unconcerned. She took the bottle from Drums, momentarily touching his hand. Electricity seemed to pass between them. She opened it and emptied the bottle, handing the glass to Drums. She poured herself a glass of white wine.

They sat on the sofa. That evening they'd had no trouble finding things to talk about, but suddenly both were tongue tied. 

Drums saw all the signs though. He knew Jen was his for the taking. Wordlessly, he took Jen's glass from her hands and put both glasses on the table. Then he boldly pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her.

Their kiss was long and passionate, and Jen let him explore her mouth with his tongue. He moved his hands between them but her jacket was in the way. He pulled away, both of them panting. "Let's take his off," he said gripping the lapels of her jacket. 

"Okay," Jen said panting, and she helped him take off her jacket. Jen also pulled off the hair band, freeing her long blond hair. Then Drums kissed her again.

Jen fell onto her back on the sofa, Drums on top of her, their lips never parting. He moved his hand between their bodies and cupped her small breast over her blouse. He felt her hard nipple through the fabric of her blouse and bra.

He began unbuttoning her blouse. She stopped him.

"Wait Frankie," she said panting. "We have to talk first."

"About what?" he asked, his cock so hard it hurt.

They both sat up on the sofa, Jen buttoning her blouse. "Mike and I have an agreement," Jen told Drums. "I can sleep with other guys if I want."

"He's okay with that?" Drums asked. "You have an open marriage?"

"Sorta," Jen said. "He lets me have boyfriends."

"Seriously?" Drums asked amazed. "How many?"

"Never more than one at a time you jerk," she said with a laugh, playfully hitting his chest. She didn't think of Alec or Jamie as boyfriends.

"Do you have a boyfriend now?" Drums ask.

"No. That's what I'm saying." She played with the buttons of his shirt. "I've always liked you Frankie," she said looking into his eyes.

He smiled. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He leaned in and they kissed again.

She managed to pull away. "How does this sound?" she asked.

"I guess I'm not sure what you're saying," Drums said.

"I'm saying I'm open to a relationship with you," Jen said. "No commitments. But if you want, and it works out, I'll be your sorta girlfriend." She knew she was going fast, but she only had 9 ½ weeks.

"My sorta girlfriend?" he said with a laugh.

"I am married you know," she said laughing back. She played with his buttons again. "I can visit you on tour. Maybe you won't be so lonely."

"I'd like that," Drums said smiling into her eyes. Jen was the prettiest, sexiest girl he'd ever met. He'd love to spend time with her.

"But you need to understand something okay?" Jen said. "This is all just fun. I'm Mike's wife and I'll never leave him."

"I get that," Drums said.

"I'm not gonna fall in love with you, so don't fall in love with me okay?" Jen said giving him a crooked smile. Her voice was joking but they both knew she was serious.

"Don't worry, I'm not the falling-in-love kind of guy," he said with a laugh. "So how does this all start?"

"It starts like this," Jen said getting up. She took his hand and they walked into the bedroom. She sat Drums on the bed. Then, standing in front of him, she unbuttoned her blouse. She took it off, dropping it on the floor. 

He cupped her tits. "I've wanted to see these for a long time," he said.

"Yeah?" Jen said. She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. He pulled the bra off her arms.

"God you're beautiful Jen," he gushed looking at her perfect small breasts and flat sexy stomach. He cupped her tits again, this time skin against skin. He thumbed her hard nipples.

"Feels good," she said. "Now your turn." She reached down and helped him pull off his t-shirt. "You have a really nice body," she said running her fingertips over his sculpted chest and muscular arms.

"Come here," Drums said, pulling Jen onto the bed so she lay on her back. They kissed, exploring each other's body.

Soon they were both panting. They urgently groped at the other's pants. Drums peeled off Jen's skinny jeans, and then Jen took off his. They both paused to admire the other's body. 

"God Frankie you're beautiful," Jen gushed, practically salivating looking at his cock. The rumors were true, he was long, really thick and rock hard. She lowered her head and went down on him. She did the best she could but he was so thick she could barely manage to swallow his cock head and an inch of his shaft.

Drums watched as Jen sucked him. He couldn't believe it! Jenny Johnson was blowing him! He'd lusted after her for years! He knew who she was back in college of course, even before she started dating Mike, everyone knew Jenny Johnson and Allie O'Malley. He'd been shocked when she started going out with Mike. Mike was an okay guy but he was a geek, way out of Jenny's class. She should've dated him, not Mike. But now all was right in the world, because his cock was down her throat!

Drums felt himself getting close. While he'd love to cum in her pretty mouth, splash his jizz over her pretty face, he wanted to feel her pussy. He lifted her head off his cock and laid her on her back. He moved to go down on her, to pay her back, but she stopped him. 

"That's okay, I want you inside me," she said urgently. 

Drums didn't need to be asked twice. He got between her opened legs. He looked at her pussy and liked what he say. Completely bald, two thin lips pressed tightly together, the lips just a shade darker than the surrounding skin and moist with excitement. She looked really tight. 

"Do you have a condom?" Jen asked.

"Really?" he said disappointed. He hated condoms. 

"Yeah, sorry, I'm not on birth control," she said.

That surprised him. It turned him on too. "I'll pull out," he offered.

"Sorry, it's one of our rules," Jen said. She reached into the side table and pulled out a foil package. She opened it and tried rolling it over Drums's thick shaft but the condom was too small.

"Oops, this is one of Mike's," she said tossing the small size condom on the floor. She reached for another one, this time making sure to get the XL size.

"You make Mike wear a condom?" Drums asks.

"Yeah, I told you, I'm not on the pill," she said. She opened the package with her teeth and rolled the condom on his thick shaft. He was so long it only went down a little passed halfway, but that was alright, it was like that with all her lovers.

"Come on, I want you," Jen urged, pulling him on top of her.

"Mike always wears a condom?" Drums asked, curious.

"Not always, he's my husband right?" Jen said.

"I'm your sorta boyfriend," Drums joked with a grin.

"Okay, maybe sometimes I won't make you wear one," Jen said with another laugh. "But not this time, it's a bad time of the month for me." She reached between them and put her hand around his shaft. "Come on, I want to feel this impressive piece of man inside me."

"Your wish is my command," Drums said, leaning on his elbows and pushing forward as Jen guided him into her.

"Ugh!" she gasped as he entered her. "Go slow, okay?" she panted. He was one of the thickest she'd ever had. 

"Yeah, yeah," Drums agreed, marveling at the exquisite smooth as silk tightness of Jen's pussy. God, he never felt a pussy so good! (And his cock had been in a lot of pussies!) He pushed in slowly, a little at a time. Jen opened her legs wider and shifted her hips to make it easier. 

"God I feel like you're splitting me in half!" Jen gasped. "Are you all in?"

"Yeah, I'm impressed you can take all of me, most girls can't," he said. 

Jen wrapped her arms around Drums' neck and pulled him down, kissing him. "I'm not most girls," she breathed into his mouth. "Besides, I like big guys. Now fuck me."

Drums moved in and out, going slow at first as Jen lubricated his cock. "Is Mike big?" he asked looking into her face. He already knew the answer by the size of his condom, but he couldn't resist asking.

"No," Jen said simply.

Her answer seemed to heighten his passion. He fucked her harder and faster. Jen dug her nails into his muscular arms. "Yeah, fuck me, fuck me," she chanted, her eyes rolling into her head and her mouth forming an O.

"You like getting fucked hard slut?" Drums taunted her as he fucked her hard.

"Yeah, I like it!" Jen said, raising and pushing her hips to meet Drums' thrusts. "Call me a slut! I like that, that's what I am, a slut! Treat me like a slut!"

"Does Mike fuck you this good?" Drums asked as he slammed her.

"Not like this!" Jen said, and just then her back arched and her toes curled as she had a massive orgasm! 

"FUCK, FUCK!" she yelled as the immense pleasure ripped through her body. Then as the pleasure faded, replaced by post-orgasmic bliss, she chanted softly "fuck, fuck ..."

"You are so freaking good!" Jen gushed, giggling like a little girl and running her soft hands over Drums face. "Your turn now. Fuck me as hard as you want. I can take it." 

"Will you like it too?" he asked with a grin.

"I WILL like it!" Jen said smiling back into his eyes.

For the next 15 minutes Drums fucked Jen so hard he practically rammed her through the wall. Jen held onto his arms for dear life. She couldn't remember the last time she'd been pounded so hard, the fucking made even more intense by Drums' incredible thickness.

She came again on his cock, and the spasms of her pussy pushed him over the edge. "I'M FUCKING CUMMING!!" he growled, and then his hips lurched violently into her again and again as he shot his load into the condom! It was the best orgasm of his entire life, made so incredible by fucking the girl he'd lusted after for so long, the taboo of fucking his friend's wife, and also the incredible silky smoothness of her amazing pussy!

"That was incredible!" Drums gushed, panting.

"God it was!" Jen said gasping.

"Why did we wait this long?!" Drums said. "We should've hooked up in college!"

"I know!" Jen said smiling delightedly.

Leaning on his elbows, Drums smiled elatedly into Jen's eyes. Jen smiled back, running her fingertips along his cheeks.

"So this isn't a one-time thing?" he asked. "We can really see each other?"

"Yeah, if you want," Jen said.

"I do want," Drums said.

"Me too," Jen said, continuing to caress his face.

Drums beamed into her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her. He started getting hard again.

"Already?" Jen giggled.

"You have the most amazing feeling pussy!" Drums gushed.

"You're pretty amazing too mister," Jen said. She rubbed his chest. "But you should pull out first, so ..."

"Yeah, okay," he said pulling out of her.

"Careful," Jen said gently, grasping his shaft to keep the condom from falling off. "God," she said looking amazed at the huge amount of sperm in the reservoir of the condom. She quickly looked at the base of his cock. Luckily no sperm had leaked from the condom. 

She tenderly took off the condom and wrapped it in tissues. "You came a lot," she said slowly stroking his shaft. He quickly went from mostly hard to completely hard. "Do you always cum so much?"

"I was so hot for you," he said, not wanting to scare her off. 

"I was hot for you too," she said smiling into his eyes. She caressed the tattoos on his muscular arms. "Tell me about these."

"My tats? I got this one in college, I was playing in a band," Drums said. The tattoo showed a sequence of a person playing the drums, like 3 snapshots of a drummer in action.

"It's awesome," Jen said running her fingertips along the images of the drummer. "What was the band? The Living Dead?" Jen giggled.

"Mike came up with that name," Drums said.

"I know, he's into zombies," Jen giggled, playfully rolling her eyes.

"That band didn't last long," Drums said chuckling. "No, this was before that. God, you know, I can't even remember that band's name."

"What's this one?" Jen asked now running her fingers along the tattoo on his other arm. The tattoo ran from his shoulder down to almost his wrist. 

"It's spiritual," Drums said. "I'm part American India. It's a bunch of gods and spirits. I've been working on it for a couple of years."

"It's really cool," Jen admired, still running her fingers along the tattoos.

"You're into tats?" Drums said. "You don't have any right?"

"I'd like to get one, on my back. Maybe another, a little one below my neck," Jen said. "Mike doesn't like them."

"You'd look good with one," Drums said grinning. "They're really sexy."

"Maybe you can convince him," Jen said with a laugh. "You're part Indian? I thought you were Greek."

"Yeah, crazy mix huh? I've got Greek in me, Middle Eastern too. What are you?" 

"Explains the tall, dark and handsome," Jen said smiling into his eyes. "I'm a mix too. I'm not exactly sure, but my mom told me German and Scandinavian."

"Explains the blonde hair and blue eyes," Drums said running his fingers though Jen's long lush blonde hair.

"I guess," Jen said with a laugh. 

"You know, I lied," Drums said. "I definitely knew who you were, before you started dating Mike. I guess I worshipped you from afar. I'm kicking myself, I should have asked you out before Mike did."

"I think I would've still ended up with Mike," Jen said. "You know, fate."

"Yeah, but, we could've had fun," he said with a laugh.

"That's true," Jen said laughing back. She wrapped her other hand around his shaft, stroking him faster. "We've having fun now though, right?" she said smiling at him.

"Yeah," he agreed. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth.




Consequences Pt. 13



"Definitely," Drums said, his eyes closing and his head rolling back.

Drums fucked her again. Jen made him wear a condom, this time a Magnum size (they were both supposed to be XL size, but Jen remembered this brand seemed to be a little bigger). Jen came again on his cock, another massive orgasm.

Afterwards she cuddled with him, her head on his chest. His arm felt good around her, safe and secure. She drifted off to sleep, and then abruptly woke up. "Sorry I must have fallen asleep," she said.

"You did, about an hour," Drums said smiling into her eyes, stroking her shoulder. "That's okay, you look really pretty when you sleep."

"An hour?" Jen said suddenly looking alarmed. "Um, Frankie, you better go."

"Really?" he said disappointed. "I thought I'd sleep over. Mike isn't back until Monday, right?" He gave her a boyish smile. "You're sending your sorta boyfriend back to his empty hotel room."

"I'm sorry baby," she said giving him a kiss. Thinking quickly she said "I'm working on a big project. I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Okay, I get it," he said, getting dressed. "Are you working all day tomorrow? Wanna get together after?"

Jen thought a moment, then said, "That sounds good. I'll call you." She got up and hugged him. On her tiptoes she kissed him. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Me too," Drums said. He ran his hands over her naked body. "I can't believe I just fucked Jenny Johnson. Twice!" He laughed. He felt like he'd just fucked the homecoming queen or the captain of the cheerleaders.

"Jenny Andrews," Jen corrected him.

"Yeah, I know" Drums said with a crooked grin. They kissed again, and then he left.

Jen waited a moment, composing herself. Then she brushed her face and touched up her makeup. She stepped back into her high heels. Then she went to the guest room.

She opened the door. Mike was there. She walked to him. "How was I?" she asked.

He was in front of big TV monitors. They'd wired the apartment so he could see and hear everything. He pulled her into his arms. "Amazing," he gushed. Then he kissed her.

He got up. "Let's go to bed," he said. He took his wife's hand and led her to their bedroom. Mike saw the tussled sheets, the wet spots. The room smelt like sex. He got even harder if that was possible.

"You were so good," he gushed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her again. He laid her on the bed and sat next to her. 

"I'm sorry I fell asleep," she said, rubbing his bad leg. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Mike said. "I watched him watch you sleep. It was really sexy."

"What'd he do?" 

"He held you and looked at you," Mike said. "I don't blame him. You're hard to stop looking at."

"Stop," Jen said with a giggle.

Mike caressed her thigh. Jen parted her legs slightly, knowing what Mike wanted to look at.

"He really fucked you hard," Mike observed, looking at Jen's pussy. The lips were red and swollen, and they gaped open.

"Mike his cock is so thick," Jen gushed excitedly. "God I felt like he was splitting me in half."

"Did it hurt?"

"A little at first, but it felt good once I got used to him. Come here." Jen laid Mike on the bed next to her. She took off his clothes. His cock was hard. She stroked him. "Did you cum?" she asked.

"Yeah, twice," he said grinning. "It was so hot, seeing you with him."

"Did you get upset?" Jen asked gently, knowing her husband's highs and lows when they played the game.

"A little," Mike admitted. "You know how I get. I'm okay though." He paused, then said "I guess I was surprised how fast you went."

"I can't play hard to get, I only have 9 weeks," she joked with a playful smile.

"I get it," Mike agreed, smiling back. "But how do you know you'll like him enough to be his sorta girlfriend?" Mike smiled playfully and did air quotes around "sorta boyfriend."

"I've always kinda liked him," she said. Then she admitted "I guess I had a crush on him in college."

"After we started going out?" Mike asked surprised.

"Yeah, a little crush," she said carefully, not wanting to upset her husband. "I mean, it's not like I would've gone out with him after we started dating."

"But if we weren't dating you would've gone out with him?

"Maybe," Jen said. "I told you, I knew of him. He's interesting. I like his music."

"Okay," Mike said, processing all this. She had a crush on another guy, while they were dating?

Jen snuggled into Mike's arm. She rubbed his chest and looked into his face. "It bothers you, that I could have a crush on another guy while we were dating?" she asked. 

He chuckled. Once again, she'd read his mind. "I guess, yeah," Mike admitted.

"You're telling me you never had a crush on Allie, even a little? Or what about Belinda? I've seen you looking at my girlfriends." 

"I can't help it you have such good looking friends," Mike joked with a laugh. "That doesn't mean I had a crush on them."

"Okay, what a guy calls lust, a girl calls a crush," Jen said playfully frowning at him.

"Okay, okay," Mike relented with a laugh. He wasn't going to win this one. Anyway, why did it matter at this point? Drums had fucked her, and their budding feelings for each other meant the next 9 weeks would be really exciting. There were 2 things he wanted to talk to Jen about though.

"Were you serious about letting Drums inside you without a condom?" Mike asked.

"I won't unless we agree ahead of time," she said. 

"Okay," Mike said. That answer satisfied him. He went to the 2nd thing. "Jen, it's okay with me if you get a tattoo."

"You don't like tats," Jen said.

She was right, but he didn't say that. Instead he said "I know you really want one. And the henna tats were sexy. I'm not sure about one below your neck. But your back would be okay with me."

"You would hardly ever see it, it would be behind my hair. And it would be little, a little circle thingy maybe."

"What if you cut your hair?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, like you'll ever let me cut my hair," Jen said with playful sarcasm. "Anyway, we'll see. I like Frankie's tats, but I didn't talk about them to force you to let me get one."

"I know that honey," Mike said. "So, are you going out with Drums tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'd like too."

"Can I ask you something? And you have to tell me the truth."

"Okay," Jen agreed.

"Are you going out with Drums tomorrow because we only have 9 weeks?" Mike asked. "Or because you really want to see him again?"

Jen thought a moment, searching her feelings. Thinking aloud she said, "When we started talking about Drums I wasn't sure how much I'd like him. But I had a lot of fun today. He's such a free spirit, he's never grown up." Looking into Mike's eyes she rubbed his chest reassuringly. "I could never be with a man like that, I need someone more stable. But it's like being in college again, carefree and exciting. So, yeah, I really want to see him again." 

She paused and then asked "Is that what you hoped I'd say?"

"Yeah," Mike admitted, feeling both jealous and excited. "I want this to be real. This is gonna sound mean, but after 9 weeks if you're sad about it ending, then it worked. My wish I mean."

"That's not mean baby," Jen assured Mike. "I might be sad, but it's just a game, I know that." She ran her hand down Mike's chest and stroked his hard cock. "Isn't it time for me to take care of this?"

"Yeah," Mike said with a lustful, crooked grin. "Are you sore?"

"My mouth's not," she said with a sly smile, and she went down on her husband.

Unlike what she told Drums, Jen didn't have to go to work the next day. But she DID have to work at home. Things were getting intense with Memphis, especially with their change of direction. 

Around 2pm Jen's cell rang. She turned away from her Mac and looked at the caller ID. Mike walked in as she answered the phone. "Hey you," she said into the phone. She mouthed to Mike "Drums."

"I'm home but I'm still working," Jen said into the phone, taking Mike's hand so he sat next to her. "I don't know, I still have a lot to do. What, really?" She laughed. "Since when? Are you serious?" She laughed again into the phone, looking at Mike. "I thought you have a concert tonight. Oh, yeah, I bet." Smiling at Mike, she playfully rolled her eyes at what Drums had said. "I don't know Frankie. Because I still have a lot of work to do, that's why. What? Okay, go ahead." She giggled. She listened. The giggle turned into a hesitant smile. Then the smile grew more heartfelt. Finally she said in a soft voice, "That's really nice. Yeah, I liked it. You think so huh? Well ... okay. Let me just finish this last thing. About an hour? Okay, I'll see you soon. Yeah, me too."

Mike tilted his head. "You're going out?"

"Yeah, he's picking me up in an hour," she said. "I just have to finish this memo." She smiled and shook her head. "They've been partying since before lunch." She playfully rolled her eyes. "He's sooo still in college."

"Yeah, he used to party hard in college," Mike said grinning.

"Well he never stopped," Jen said with an incredulous laugh. 

"You like that about him, don't you?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I guess," Jen said. She motioned at her computer and the stacks of papers. "I work all the time. People count on me. It's so stressful. I kinda envy Frankie. He's such a free spirit. He's found a way not to grow up." 

"What did he say to you?" Mike asked. "You listened a long time."

"He wrote a song for me," Jen said with a delighted smile. "He sang it to me."

"Oh. So that's why you decided to go out?"

"Yeah."

"How'd it go?" Mike asked.

"I don't know, it was sweet," Jen said almost blushing. "I'll get him to sing it for you." She gave her husband a peck on the lips and then turned back to her Mac. "I've got to finish this memo honey," she said.

"Okay," Mike said, going into the other room. He listened to Jen type for another 10 minutes, and then he heard her get into the shower to get ready for her date with Drums.

She emerged about 45 minutes later. She looked hot! Jean mini-skirt, opaque black stockings, high heels, t-shirt and short leather jacket. She wore her hair down and brownish lip gloss.

"You look good baby," he gushed looking her up and down.

"Thanks!" she said smiling at him.

"What's the plan?"

"We'll hang a while, then go to his concert," Jen said.

"You'll come back here after, right?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, of course, right after," she promised.

There was a knock at the door. "That's him," Jen said. "How do you want to handle it?"

"I'd rather he not see me," Mike said. "I want to talk to him about our arrangement, but not right now."

"Okay," Jen said. "I'll text you when we're coming home." She kissed him.

Mike stepped into the guest bedroom as Jen went to answer the door. "Hi," Jen said as she opened the door, smiling at Drums.

"Hey babe," Drums said smiling back. Jen gave him a brief hello kiss, not wanting her neighbors to see her kissing another man. 

She smelled alcohol on him. "Are you drunk?" she asked with a laugh.

"Nah, I just had a couple," he said smiling at her. "Ready to go?" He moved to put his arm around her.

She stepped away from his arm. "We don't publicize it," Jen whispered.

"Oh okay, right, sorry," he quickly said.

She smiled and playfully bumped into him as they left the loft apartment. "Come on, let's go," she said with a playful laugh.

They caught a cab. Drums told the taxi driver the name of a bar. "Everyone's meeting there," he explained to Jen.

Once they were a few blocks away from her neighborhood, Jen straddled Drums' legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hi again," she said looking into his eyes. 

"Hi," he said. They kissed again, this time a long lingering kiss. Drums ran his hands over Jen's ass. Then he ran his hands up her back, under her jacket. His body jerked when he didn't feel a bra strap.

"Yeah, I didn't wear a bra," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I'm not wearing panties either. I'm your slut today." Drums' cock was so hard it hurt.

"You're my slut huh?" Drums asked with a crooked grin.

"Yeah, I like being your slut," Jen breathed into his mouth, then she kissed him again.

They arrived at the bar. "Let's blow this off and go to my hotel room," Drums urged Jen, kissing her some more. 

"No," she laughed, pulling away. Always the social butterfly, she said "I want to meet your friends."

Malcolm and Jay were there as well as many of the other musicians, all of them guys except for the backup singers. There were wives and girlfriends and a few girls some of the guys had picked up last night. Drums explained some of the band had brought their wives and girlfriends because this was a long stop in New York. Diana was there, Jay's wife. 

Drums introduced Jen to Arnie, their agent and business manager. Arnie was with his wife Lucy.

Malcolm was with one of the girls from last night. The busty blouseless one (her name was Teresa), although here she had a shirt on of course. Malcolm gave Jen a long up and down look, not even trying to be subtle or hide his interest. He made room. Drums led her over and sat so Jen was between him and Malcolm with Teresa on the other side.

"What are you drinking?" Malcolm asked. There were a pitchers and bottles of wine already on the table. 

"Don't you have a concert tonight?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"We play better when we're drunk!" Jay said. The entire table laughed and all the guys high-fived and clinked glasses. His wife Diana wrapped her arms around him and kissed him open mouth. 

Jen smiled intrigued, looking at Jay and Diana making out. She smiled as people good naturedly yelled "Get a room!" She was getting into their carefree, party-all-the-time, anything goes camaraderie and lifestyle. After working all morning she could definitely use a drink. But she knew she better pace itself. "I guess I'll have some wine," she said. Malcolm immediately poured her a glass, touching her hand as he gave it to her.

A lot of the guys stole glances at Jen. She was easily the prettiest girl in the entire bar. They snuck glances at her chest as it was pretty clear she was braless, her nipples denting the clingy t-shirt.

The other girls didn't appreciate their men giving Jen so much attention and scowled at Jen. But Jen was so bubbly, engaging and sweet, the other girls couldn't help liking her even as their men continued to drool over her pretty face and perky tits.

After a while the bar became a karaoke club. There was a big playful debate over whether to stay or go. Ultimately they decided to stay because they had to leave soon anyway for the concert. Their table got into the spirit of it all, and Malcolm and Drums did a song together (no one recognized them, the Ramones weren't that famous yet). Jay and a few of the girls did songs too. 

Drums pestered Jen to do a song. She didn't take too much convincing because she liked karaoke. She put her name on the list and eventually her turn came up.

Jen got up on stage and the bar quieted, the crowd taken by Jen's beauty. She sang Rhianna's Take a Bow. Her voice was beautiful and she sang with emotion. As always she got into it, her body swaying perfectly to the music as she sang. As she finished the crowd was momentarily silent, stunned by her performance. Then there was a roar of applause and a big standing ovation.

Everyone at the table looked amazed and heaped praise on her. "Wow!" Drums said grinning as she sat down. "You're really something!"

"Thanks," Jen said smiling, blushing from all the praise.

"You ought to go on tour with us," Drums said.

"Yeah right," Jen said with playful sarcasm.

"I'm serious, you can be one of our backup singers," he said.

"I've already got a job," Jen reminded him with a laugh. "Besides, I don't think Mike would like me spending all my time with you."

Drums gave Jen a crooked smile. "You told Mike about us?"

"Of course I did," Jen said. 

"What'd he say?" Drums asked.

"He's good," Jen said with a shrug. "I told you, we have an arrangement." She laughed. "Don't worry, he won't take a bat to you when you see him."

"I've gotta see him?" Drums asked looking apprehensive. "I mean I like Mike, but it'll be awkward don't you think?"

"If we're going to see each other he'll want to talk to you," Jen explained patiently. "He is my husband, he has that right."

"Okay, I guess so," Drums said reluctantly agreeing.

Jen hesitantly added "He'll want to watch us too. You know, in bed."

"No fucking way," Drums said shocked.

"That's what he gets out of it," Jen explained, squeezing Drums' hand. "He likes watching me with other guys. Don't make a big deal about this okay? It'll be a lot easier if you just go with it."

"Okay," Drums said warily. "I just have to get my head around this."

"It'll just be sometimes," Jen assured him, still holding his hand. "When it happens just pretend like he's not there."

After a few more songs Arnie said "Okay gang, we better head over to the Garden." While Arnie partied too as hard as anybody, Jen realized he was the adult in the room.

"Okay, I've gotta take a leak first," Drums said. He went to the bathroom.

As soon as he was gone Malcolm turned to Jen, forgetting all about Teresa. "You can really sing," he said to her. 

"Thanks," Jen said smiling at him. "So can you."

"Drums says you and your husband swing?" Malcolm asked.

"Something like that."

"You've got incredible legs," Malcolm said admiringly.

"Thanks, he thinks so too," Jen said with a laugh.

"Your husband or Drums?" Malcolm said with a grin.

"Both!" Jen said with another laugh.

Malcolm boldly opened her jacket and looked at her chest. Her braless tits pressed against the tight t-shirt in an incredibly alluring way, especially with her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric. 

"You like what you see?" Jen whispered in a hoarse voice. 

"You don't dress like this and expect guys not to look," Malcolm said staring at her small braless tits.

"You can look, you just can't touch," Jen said.

"I can't do this?" Malcolm said putting his hand on Jen's thigh under the table. 

"You think a lot of yourself," Jen said. But she didn't make him take his hand away. She had her cum face on. 

"Life is short," he said caressing her thigh. "Let's hook up sometime."

"I'm with Frankie," Jen said. "And I do have a husband."

"I'll make you feel really good," he promised grinning confidently.

"Oh my god, you have no idea how many times I've heard that," she laughed incredulously.

Still Jen didn't make him take his hand away. Emboldened he caressed up her skirt. He felt her lacy stocking tops and then the bare skin above. "God I've got to get you in bed!" he whispered, lust in his eyes.

"What about Teresa?" Jen asked, looking over Malcolm's shoulder. The busty groupie had the glassy look of someone who was drunk and high.

"I'll probably leave her here," Malcolm said with an unconcerned shrug. 

"That'd be an ass move," Jen said reproachfully. "Can't you see? She's about to pass out."

"I'll pay for her taxi home," he said with an unconcerned shrug.

"How gallant of you," Jen said sarcastically. Still, she didn't make him take his hand away.

"We both had fun, nothing wrong with that," Malcolm said with another shrug. Caressing her bare thigh above her stockings, he looked into her eyes. "I can tell you like having fun."

Jen looked deep into Malcolm's eyes. God, he was gorgeous! She found herself parting her legs slightly, inviting him to move his hand up farther. Smiling, he moved his hand up her skirt. He was pleased (but not surprised) when he discovered she wasn't wearing panties. 

She let his hand linger on her pantyless pussy for a moment. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" Malcolm said with an arrogant smile as he stroked her pussy lips. She was soaking wet.




Consequences Pt. 13



Jen abruptly stood up and moved away from him, pulling down her skirt. Drums got back and she gave him a long open mouth kiss. Her sudden passion surprised him, but he was more than happy to wrap his arms around her and kiss her back. "Let's go!" she urged him.

They hopped into a taxi. Jen wanted to attack Drums but she knew it was a short ride to Madison Square Garden. Instead she leaned into Drums and caressed his leg, her hand moving over his crotch. She stroked and squeezed him.

Inside his dressing room they were all over each other. Jen asked, "Do we have time -?"

"Yeah," Drums said pushing Jen onto the couch. He pushed her skirt up around her waist as Jen worked on his pants, taking out his cock. 

He positioned himself to penetrate her when Jen said "Condom Frankie."

"Come on Jen! I'll pull out I swear!" Drums said.

Jen was sooo tempted to let him fuck her bareback. She was out of her mind with lust. She wanted to feel him skin against skin. "We can't Frankie, I promised Mike," she said reluctantly. She reached into her purse and got out a condom, hurriedly rolling it over his shaft. Feeling again how thick he was, she said "Just go a little slow okay?"

Drums pushed in slowly. He was so turned on he wanted to ram it in, but controlled himself. It took just as long as yesterday to get all the way in, Jen was as tight as ever. But god her silky smooth pussy felt so good!

They kissed passionately as Drums fucked her. He ran his hands up her t-shirt and groped her braless tits, squeezing and rubbing her nipples. The entire time they fucked their lips never parted, their tongues in the other's mouths. Jen came first, and the spasms of her pussy pushed Drums over the edge. He jackhammered her over and over as he came into the condom.

"Fuck," Jen sighed as her breathing returned to normal, feeling aglow from an incredible fuck and orgasm.

"Yeah, fuck," Drums breathed.

They untangled and Drums stood up to get dressed. Jen fixed her clothes, pulling down her t-shirt and skirt, fixing her stockings. 

She watched as Drums undressed and got into his concert clothes (ripped t-shirt and tight jeans). He had a really nice body. He saw her looking and grinned. She smiled back. There was a lot of meaning in their smiles. How much they enjoyed hanging together. How much they enjoyed the other's body. How much they couldn't wait to fuck again.

He came up and took her into his arms. They kissed. "You can watch off-stage," he said.

"Okay," she said beaming into his eyes. She felt like his girl, and she found herself liking the feeling.

"I've gotta go meet with Malcolm and Jay, make sure we're in sync on the playlist."

"Okay," Jen said. "I should check in with Mike."

"He knows you're with me?" Drums asked.

"Of course he does," Jen said.

"When's he back?"

"He's coming home tomorrow," Jen said continuing their story.

Drums went to Mal's dressing room. "You just fucked her right?" Malcolm said laughing as soon as Drums walked in. It was all over the drummer's face.

"She's so fucking hot!" Drums gushed. "She was practically stroking me in the taxi!"

Malcolm smiled, knowing HE HAD been the one to get the blonde slut hot. "When am I getting some of that pussy?" he asked.

"Yeah Drums she's hot, you've gotta share," Jay said.

"I don't know guys," Drums said looking uncertain. "I like this girl. Anyway, I don't think that's her thing."

"Drums, she let me finger her in the bar!" Malcolm said laughing. "She's not the good girl you think she is!"

"Yeah, come on Drums, I let you guys fuck Diana," Jay said. All three had banged his wife a couple months ago.

Artie poked his head into the room. "Let's go guys, 5 minutes," he said. The 3 Ramones got up and moved to the door.

Drums stopped Malcolm. "Did you really touch her?" he asked Mal.

"Yeah, the slut's not wearing panties," Malcolm said with a laugh. "But you know that right?" He laughed again.

Drums scowled at Mal. "I like this girl man. I want you to stay away from her," he said.

"Are you serious?" Malcolm said scowling back. "Whatever happened to share and share a like? I've set you up with lots of girls."

"I told you Mal, I like this girl," Drums said.

"Dude, she's married," Malcolm said dismissively. "What are you thinking, she's gonna leave her husband for you?" Seeing Drums looking uncertain, he said "Come on man, let's have fun with her. Remember how we did Diana? Jay in her mouth, me up her ass, you in her pussy. Jen's hot, let's do a train on her."

"I don't know Mal," Drums said uncertainly. "Let me think about it."

Jen watched Frankie leave the room for his meeting with Malcolm and Jay. She spent a few moments collecting herself. Then she called Mike. "Hi baby," she said. "We're at the Garden, the concert's about to begin. Are you okay?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "I miss you, but I'm good. You're coming back here after the concert?"

"Yeah, we'll be there right after," Jen promised him. 

"Has he fucked you yet?" Mike asked wanting the good parts.

"He just did," Jen said with a giggle.

"You're having fun?" Mike asked.

Jen hesitated, trying to explain how she was feeling. "It's like in college, partying and drinking, no one thinking about tomorrow. All the guys are really hot, and they're always checking me out. Malcolm - he's the lead singer - god he's so gorgeous! He hit on me. He had his hand up my skirt."

"You let him?" Mike said with a lump in his throat.

"Mike, I wanted to fuck him right there," she admitted with a guilty laugh. "God I feel so slutty." Usually when she said that it was in a self-reproachful way, but this time it was like she was exhilarated by the feeling. "It's hard to explain Mike. It feels good to let go.'

"Are you getting lost in it?" Mike asked. 

"Lost in Frankie?" Jen said, posing the question to herself as much as Mike. "I like him. I enjoy being with him. But lost in him? Maybe, but ... it's more like his lifestyle. I'm really drawn to it. I'm not sure why."

"Maybe because work's so stressful right now," Mike said.

"Yeah, maybe," Jen said.

Mike heard her uncertainly and hesitation. He said "Just let it happen honey. Let yourself go."

"You're sure?" Jen asked cautiously. "I feel like things are going so fast." This had just started yesterday. Yesterday! Frankie had already fucked her - how many times? She'd lost count. She'd opened her legs for Malcolm too, letting him touch her, she was ready to fuck him too.

"I want it to happen fast," Mike said. "We only have 9 weeks. Let yourself go baby. Enjoy yourself. I'll be here to catch you."

Jen smiled gratefully into the phone. "The only reason I can do this is because I know I have you," she said.

The door opened and Drums looked in. "Ready babe?" he said.

"I've got to go," Jen whispered to Mike.

"Let yourself go," Mike encouraged her. "I'll see you after, right?"

"Yeah, right after the concert," she promised. "I love you Mike."

"I love you too," Mike said.

Jen watched the concert from stage right. She danced and sang along with Diana (Jay's wife) and Lucy (the wife of Arnie, the business manager), along with other wives, girlfriends and invited groupies. 

Jen admired how Malcolm, Frankie and Jay moved on stage. They were all hunks. Malcolm was the best looking, but they all were hot. She marveled in how they moved their bodies on stage, their bodies so fit and muscular, so much sexual innuendo as they sang and moved. She loved the way the girls in the audience threw themselves at the band. It turned her on to be with a guy like Frankie who was so desired by other girls.

The concert ran over 2 hours. She met Drums in his dressing room. "How about a big hug babe?" Drums teased her, his arms open.

"I'll pass," Jen laughed. Drums was soaking with sweat, and she didn't want to come across as a desperate groupie. 

Drums laughed and got into the shower. Out of his sight, Jen got tissues and wiped her thighs. She was so turned on her stocking tops were practically soaking! She reflected how things had changed. In college he'd been hot for her. Now, she was hot for him! Or maybe they were hot for each other.

He came out a few minutes later, his hair partly wet and tussled, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. He looked good! Jen let him pull her into his arms and they kissed. Jen wanted to fuck him right there but she'd promised Mike.

"Ready to go?" he said finally breaking off the kiss.

"Yeah, we're going to my place right?" Jen said.

"There's an after party in Malcolm's suite," Drums said.

"Oh, um, Frankie it's kinda late. I have to work tomorrow," Jen said remembering her promise to Mike.

"No worries, we'll skip the party," Drums said holding her. She felt good in his arms. He was actually relieved to have an excuse to punt the party. He wasn't ready to deal with Malcolm and Jay's insistence to get inside Jen's pants.

They moved towards the door when Drums said, "Oh I forgot something." He went back into the bathroom and closed the door. He hurriedly grabbed the small bag of cocaine from his bag. He snorted two lines, his normal after-concert ritual. He'd offer some to Jen but wasn't sure what she'd think of him.

Jen texted Mike "We're coming home. I'm so horny! I'm soaking!"

Drums came out of the bathroom. "Ready?" he said, feeling euphoric from another great concert, the cocaine, and most of all the anticipation of another night of sex with Jen's great body.

"Yeah," Jen said reaching on her tiptoes to kiss him, pushing her tongue into his mouth. She was sooo hot for him! Seeing the hunky band on stage, all the energy of the concert, her earlier flirting with Malcolm, she was wild with desire! Part of her wanted to go to the after party. A big part. She loved the free spirited excitement and sexual overtones of partying with his friends, and she was really attracted to Malcolm, Jay too. She definitely wouldn't mind spending more time flirting with them. 

But she promised Mike to come home right after. "Let's go," she said putting her arm though Drums', desperately wanting to get home to fuck his brains out.

Drums was all over her in the taxi. His hands confirmed - again - that she was both braless and pantyless. He still couldn't believe he was dating and fucking Jennifer Johnson. He would always think of her that way, the gorgeous blonde coed with the tight ass and incredible legs, the girl every guy at Penn State lusted over. He still couldn't believe this sexy blonde had married his geeky frat brother.

"Just wait," Jen gasped, trying to hold Drums off. She wanted him as much as he wanted her, she so wanted to feel his incredibly thick cock inside her again.

They arrived at the loft apartment. Drums grabbed her as soon as they got out of the taxi but Jen pulled away. "My neighbors," she reminded him.

"Oh yeah, sorry," he said.

"Hurry," she said practically running up the steps.

They were on each other as soon as the door closed. Drums pushed her against the wall, kissing and fondling her. They hurriedly undressed each other. Jen slid down his body to her knees and went down on him. Drums moaned rolling his head back as he felt her soft tongue running up and down his shaft.

"God I want this inside me," Jen gushed stroking his thick cock with her small soft hands.

"Me too!" Drums said with a big lustful smile, and she squealed delightedly as he picked her up and carried her into the bedroom she shared with Mike. He playfully tossed her onto the bed, making her laugh again.

He got on top of her and Jen wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed. They were soon seriously making out and fondling each other.

"Don't tease me," Jen panted, running her hand between their bodies and taking his cock. She rolled a condom on him. "Come on, do it," she begged, guiding him towards her pussy, pushing her hips towards him.

He pushed into her hard. Her eyes rolled up into her head as his big cockhead penetrated her. "Oh god," she gasped at the sudden fullness. She put her hands against his chest. "You need to go slow," she said.

"Soon I'm gonna stretch your pussy so you can take me easier," Drums said grinning into her eyes.

"I'm not sure Mike will like that," Jen giggled, smiling back at him.

"Mike's got a small dick?" Drums asked still grinning.

"Why are guys so obsessed with size?" Jen said playfully hitting his chest. 

Drums was about to say something but Jen stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Stop talking about Mike, okay? Just fuck me."

"Okay," Drums said, and he slowly pushed himself into Jen's tight pussy. God her pussy felt so fucking good! 

"Oh god!" Jen gasped as he pushed himself inside her. He wasn't the longest she'd ever had, but he was the thickest, and he felt so fucking good! "You feel so good inside me!"

"Better than Mike?" he said grinning at her.

"Stop okay?" she said digging her nails into his muscular back. "Fuck me!" she begged him.

Drums moved back and forth. "Slow," Jen warned digging her nails into him harder. He needed to go slow at first or he'd tear her apart. But Drums knew he had to go slow at first, he'd been with a lot of girls, he knew how big his cock was compared to other guys. He kissed and fondled Jen as he slowly moved back and forth, letting her pussy get used to him. 

"Okay, okay, faster, fuck me harder," Jen gasped, wanting to be pounded by his incredible piece of manhood. 

"You want fucked hard, is that what you want slut?" Drums taunted her, fucking her faster.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your slut Frankie, treat me like your slut!" Jen begged. He felt so good inside her! His thickness rubbed all her pleasure points, he was driving her fucking crazy! She felt close to cumming!

"You love my cock don't you slut?!" Drums growled. "Your pussy is mine, isn't it slut?!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your slut Frankie, fuck me, fuck your slut!" Jen moaned, so close.

"I fuck you better than Mike don't I, don't I slut?!" he hissed.

Jen cried out as she came, her back arching and the pointy toes of her high heels digging into the mattress. Drums get moving in and out of her, fucking her through her orgasm, making it go on and on.

Her orgasm slowly subsided and she collapsed back onto the bed. Drums continued to fuck her, but slowly now, taking long slow strokes in and out. "I fuck you better than Mike, don't I Jen?" he said looking into her eyes, kissing her.

"Yeah, you do Frankie," Jen panted, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him back. "You fuck me way better than Mike."

He smiled. "Ready for more?"

"I'm always ready for more," Jen said smiling back.

Drums pulled out and then turned her around. He pulled up on her hips so her ass was up in the air and she was on her elbows. He rubbed his cock up and down between her ass cheeks, rubbing back and forth over her small puckered ass hole. 

Alarmed, Jen looked back over her shoulder. "Um, Frankie, I don't like that," she said.

"Don't worry, I want your pussy, not your ass," Frankie said grinning at her.

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. She looked at his cock and said "Oh god."

The condom had ripped over his cock head and his pre-cum was leaking out.

"Fuck," she said turning around.

"Sorry I didn't notice," Drums said. 

She took off the old condom and put a new one on. Then she got back on her hands and knees. "This is how you want me?" she said with a smile, looking over her shoulder.

"Yeah, this is how I want you," he said, putting his hands on her hips, pulling her ass towards his dick. She had a graceful, sexy back and killer ass! He loved the way her long lush blonde hair fell off her back, and being between her long sexy legs in stockings and high heels got him even hotter. "This is how I fuck my sluts."

"Am I your slut Frankie?" she said, leaning on her elbows, looking back at him, her cum face on.

"Yeah, you're my slut, and this is my ass," he said, and then he slapped her ass hard!

Jen yelped, falling off her elbows. Her chest hit the bed, her tight ass sticking up in the air. "Yeah, just like that," Frankie said, putting his hand on her back and pressing her head and chest deeper into the bed. He slapped her ass hard again!

"Frankie stop it hurts!" she whined a tear welling up in her eye.

"Shut the fuck up slut!" he yelled, and then he rammed his cock into her pussy! She was wet and loose from their earlier fucking, but still his thickness made her grimace with pain.

He fucked her hard, driving her face and tits into the bed. Each time he pulled out he slapped her ass hard, and then drove back into her.

"Frankie ..." she begged, her ass stinging, tears flowing down her cheeks, her pussy a mix of pain and pleasure as he relentlessly slammed his big thick cock into her. 

"I'm fucking you like a slut!" he screamed as he slapped her again. "Beg me to abuse your body! Beg me!" He reached under her and twisted her nipple hard.

Jen yelped again. "Frankie that hurt!" she cried.

"Beg me slut!" he yelled again as he pounded her pussy. "I'm gonna ruin your pussy for pencil dick Mike! Beg me to ruin your pussy! Your body's mine! Beg me!" 

Hearing Drums demean Mike sent her lust out of control. "Yeah Frankie, fuck me hard! Harder! Ruin my pussy for Mike!" she cried, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. 

Jen surrender's of her body pushed him over the edge. He thrust hard into her, his hips violently jerking again and again as he came.

He collapsed onto her. His orgasm was so incredible he couldn't even support himself on his arms, so his full weight was on Jen, pushing her deep into the bed. After a few moments, Jen giggled and said "Um, Frankie?"

"Sorry," he said with a laugh, and he moved off of her, pulling out of her pussy.

"Careful!" Jen said.

"Oh yeah," Drums said. He held the condom as he pulled out.

Jen turned around and looked at his half hard cock. She was relieved to see this time the condom didn't tear. Thank god too, there was a ton of sperm in the condom.

She carefully rolled the condom off his cock. "God," she said holding the condom by the open end. The reservoir was heavy with Drums' fertile cum. "You came so much," she said in awe. She laughed. "I'm glad the condom didn't break, I'd seriously be pregnant right now."

"I can't believe you're not on the pill," Drums said.

"Why?" Jen asked.

"Seriously Jen?" he said with a laugh. "You fuck guys not named Mike Andrews."

"Condoms work," Jen said with a shrug.

"Not always," Drums pointed out.

"Yeah, not always," Jen said suddenly melancholy, thinking of the miscarriage.

Drums noticed her change of mood. He figured she'd gotten an abortion or two, maybe more if she was fucking other guys and not on the pill. He inwardly shrugged. He didn't judge her. He'd impregnated more than one girl. A few actually. He was proud of his ultra-fertility, shooting off once in a girl's unprotected pussy was usually all it took. He had a few bastard children. Not that he had a relationship with any of the brats. He knew he was an ass, but it was like what Jen said, he'd never grown up. 

Suddenly though, he had the urge for permanence with the beauty next to him. He took her hand and said, "Jen, I want you to know, if I do get you pregnant, I'll be there for you, for you and the baby."

Jen smiled at him and squeezed his hand back. "Frankie, you need to understand," she said gently. "If I get pregnant, Mike is the father. It doesn't matter where the sperm came from. Okay?"

Drums forced a smile, feeling disappointed. "Yeah I get it." An awkward silence passed between them. He didn't want their evening to end on this sour note. Jen still held the condom. He smiled.

"Drink it slut," he said grinning lecherously at her.

"You're kidding right?" Jen said looking doubtfully at the condom. It held a ton of cum.




Consequences Pt. 13



"That's what sluts do, they swallow it," Drums insisted. "You're a slut, right?"

"Yeah, I'm a slut," Jen said in a husky voice, her nipples getting hard again. She liked feeling like a slut! "Okay," she said, raising the condom. She held the condom high and then tipped it. Drums' cum poured into her open mouth. But then after a moment she moved the condom so his cum splattered all over her face and bangs. She closed her eyes and squeezed the condom so the last of his spunk fell over her eyelids. 

She opened her eyes, looking at him. Her pretty face was coated with his spunk! "Is this what a slut looks like Frankie?" she asked, his sperm forming bubbles between her lips as she spoke.

"God," Frankie said in awe. She looked so hot! This girl was fucking incredible! He felt himself getting hard again.

Jen noticed him hardening. "Not so fast cowboy!" she said with a laugh, using a towel to clean her face. "No more nookie tonight, I've got to get some sleep."

"Okay," he said with a laugh. He figured maybe he'd get some tomorrow morning before she left for work. He pulled back the covers. "I'll sleep on the wet spot," he said trying to be gallant.

"Oh um I'm sorry baby but you can't sleep here," she said. "Mike will be home tomorrow morning."

"You said he's cool with us, right?" Drums asked, not understanding her point.

"Yeah, but I don't want him to walk in seeing us asleep," Jen said with a laugh.

"I don't get it," Drums said honestly. "We've fucked, why does it matter if we sleep together?"

"Mike's got a thing about that," Jen said gently. "He doesn't like me sleeping with my lovers. It's an intimacy thing with him."

"Sex isn't intimate?" Drums said sarcastically.

Jen gave him a "what can I do?" shrug. "I'm not saying we can never sleep together," she said soothingly, rubbing his arm. "But this IS Mike's bed." She gave a laugh.

"Okay, I get it," Drums said chuckling. "Can I see you tomorrow? We're in New York for a while."

Jen thought a moment. "Yeah, I think tomorrow's good," she said. "Let me check with Mike, maybe it's a good time for you to talk to him. I'll call you."

Drums dressed and was gone a few minutes later. Jen thought about taking a quick shower, her face and hair were still sticky with Frankie's cum. But she knew Mike would want her just like this. Freshly fucked.

"Come on in baby," she said softly, knowing he could hear her clearly via the cameras.

Mike came in a few moments later. He wore lust on his face, but she could tell he was bothered too. She knew he would be. A lot had happened. But she knew the lows turned him on as much as the highs.

"Come here baby," she said softly, patting the bed next to her. She wrapped her arms around him as he sat. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," he said. She knew he was troubled.

She hugged him. "I'm all sticky," she said. "Do you want me to take a shower?"

"Maybe later," he said, hugging her back. He grinned at her. "That was wild."

"The condom thing?" she said smiling back. She giggled. "I knew you'd like it."

"You like acting like a slut," Mike said looking admiringly at her.

"I can enjoy it only because I know you don't think I'm a slut," she said. "Does that make sense?"

"Yeah," he said hugging her tight. "He was really rough with you. You liked it huh?"

"Yeah sometimes," she said. "Thanks for not stopping him. I would've called you if I wanted him to stop."

"I figured that," Mike said.

"Sometimes I like being treated that way, but not by you, okay?" she said.

"I don't think I could ever treat you that way baby, even if you wanted me too," he said honestly. 

"Good," she said snuggling deeper into his arms.

God she felt so good, her tight body in his arms, still wearing stockings and high heels, the smell of Drum's sperm all around her. They laid down and cuddled. He kissed her, her lips, her cheeks, up her neck.

She could tell it was turning him on. "Can you taste him Mike?" she teased him. "Does it make you hot?"

He hesitated, not answering. She smiled. "Just admit it Mike, it's okay," she urged him.

"Jen ... I don't know why it turns me on so much. I'm not gay."

"I know you're not gay," she said smiling understandingly at him. She pressed her cheek against his nose, her blonde hair (still wet from Drums's cum) draping over his face. "It's okay to let yourself go Mike. I know it turns you on. It's okay."

"God Jen I want you so much," he moaned.

"I'm really sore baby," she said. "Would this be okay?" she said taking his cock and stroking him.

"Okay," he said disappointed. He didn't want just her hand. He wanted to feel her pussy, to reclaim her pussy. "Tomorrow," he said.

"Tomorrow, definitely," she promised, stroking him.

He groaned as she stroked him. "Jen, the things you said -."

"You know the things I say during sex with other guys don't mean anything," she reassured him. "My pussy belongs to you. My heart belongs to you. I'm all yours Mike."

"If I fucked you right now, you probably wouldn't be able to feel me," Mike said.

"My pussy will get tight for you again," she assured him. "And I would feel you inside me if you fucked me right now."

"Drums fucks you better than me, right?" Mike panted, so close to any orgasm. 

Jen knew what he wanted to hear. Stroking him harder and faster, she whispered into his ear, "Yeah, he fucks me better than you Mike. Way better. You don't even compare."

"Oh fuck!" Mike cried and he came all over Jen's hand.

Jen softly stroked Mike's softening cock as his breathing returned to normal. She wiped her hand and his cock with a towel.

"You're not going to lick your fingers?" he joked. He turned off the bedroom light.

"I don't want to act like a slut anymore," she said cuddling into his arms. "I want to be your wife again."

"You're always my wife baby, even when you're acting like a slut," he said. She smiled in the darkness, pulling his arm tighter around her.

After a few moments Jen hesitantly asked "Mike, you saw what happened to the ripped condom right? Some of his pre-cum got into me."

"It's alright honey," Mike said kissing her. "If you get pregnant, I'll be the father, I promise."

"You swear right?" she asked in the darkness. "You'll never leave me?"

"I swear," Mike said solemnly.

Secure in her husband's promise and with his arms around her, Jen fell asleep.



Consequences Pt. 14



Author's note: There was this comment on the last chapter.

Two criticisms on this chapter

05/17/14 By: raggmopp 

I have enjoyed all your writing and, unlike many of your critics, I do see the characters changing over time with each new lover Jen takes on. However, I have two criticisms on this chapter.

As many others have pointed out Jen is taking a terrible risk getting involved with Drums without requiring he get tested for STDs first. She and Mike knew the high risk life style he leads and, although they are both way out of the mainstream in their own sexual behavior, they are both presented as intelligent individuals. This makes their behavior with Drums out of character and, frankly, unbelievable.

My second comment has to do with the fact that this chapter covers about two months and the government and Mike's company would have acted by now on his decimation of Sapphire. Even if they hadn't traced the problem to him, they would have contacted him since he was the principal architect of the system. 

Thanks for the comment raggmopp. Here are the answers:

(1) This is a very good point, and I should have mentioned this before now. In the universe of this story, STDs are not as prevalent as they are in our world. So when Jen lets a guy fuck her bareback and cum inside her, she only has to worry about getting pregnant, not getting a STD. It's easier to focus on the pregnancy thing if I don't have to worry about STDs. Now, you may think this is complete bullshit, but hey, this is fiction, and you enjoy TV and movies with zombies, vampires and mutants, right?

(2) This is an easy one. The new Sapphire's not been launched yet, and won't be for a few more chapters. The government keeps asking for more code mods. And it's been a challenge to make the changes with Mike gone.

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Consequences - Part 14

~~ Week 2 ~~

The next morning Jen was still too sore for intercourse, and she had to hurry to work for a Memphis staff meeting anyway. "I promise, tonight," she assured Mike.

As she hurriedly dressed, she asked "So you're good with seeing Frankie tonight?"

"Yeah, but Jen, I want to spend some time alone with you," he said. 

"I know baby, I do too," she said soothingly, rubbing his arm. "We'll have dinner, talk with Frankie, then send him home." She laughed. "Believe me, I'm too sore for another night with him!"

"We need to talk," Mike said. "Things are going really fast."

"Does that bother you?" Jen said concerned. "I thought you wanted that."

"I do, I want you to let yourself go, to enjoy it," Mike said. "But I still want to talk to you about it."

"Okay," she said. She paused a moment in her hurry to get to work. Thoughtfully she said, "I think what you said yesterday is right. I've been working so hard, the stress's so intense. Frankie's lifestyle really appeals to be now, that's why it's going so fast."

"I understand honey. It's okay if it goes fast," Mike said hugging her. "We just need some alone time because communication is really important."

"You're right," Jen said hugging him back. "We'll talk to Frankie for a little while tonight and then send him away. We'll have the rest of tonight just for us."

Mike smiled. He said "I know things are really stressful at work. You know honey, you don't have to work, we have enough money."

"I know," she said smiling gratefully at Mike. "But everyone's counting on me. Anyway, what would I do?"

"I've been thinking, you know how you used to volunteer at St. Marthas?" Mike said smiling. "We could move to State College. We could go to all the football and basketball games."

"Wow, I never thought of that," she said thinking about Mike's idea. 

"Think about it baby," Mike said. "It'd be nice to get out of the fast lane."

Jen had an extra bounce in her step that day. Things were ultra-stressful at work. So many people were counting on her. But the weekend with Frankie had been a big stress reliever, and she was excited to see him again that night, if only for a little while.

"You seem chipper today," Allie said walking into Jen's office.

"Yeah, I am," Jen said smiling. Normally Allie would ask if her good mood was due to a new lover, but she didn't this time. In fact, Allie never asked about the game anymore. 

She knew Allie and Darren were getting really close. They were exclusive now, and she knew Allie fretted about Darren's old BBC bull lifestyle. Allie wanted that part of Darren's old life permanently over. Jen had been part of that old life, having been with Darren twice. That was why Allie didn't want to talk about the game. 

Jen lamented this wall between them. In the past Jen would've told Allie all about Frankie, and they would've gossiped and giggled like schoolgirls talking about Frankie and Malcolm and all the possibilities. The old Allie would've loved the Ramones's happy-go-lucky, party-all-the-time lifestyle, and more than likely she would've joined Jen in all the partying and fun. 

It would've been fun to share all this with Allie. Jen was infatuated with Frankie and his lifestyle. It was temporary of course. Still, there were things Jen could tell Allie she couldn't tell Mike, not without risking bad hurt territory. She regretted not being able to talk to Allie about Frankie and all the fun and excitement she was having with him.

Scott joined them a few minutes later. With her two main lieutenants, they brainstormed ideas for their Memphis trip next week. After she left, Jen glanced at the New York Times. There was a glowing review of the Ramones concert the past weekend. Thinking of the Ramones she called Frankie.

"Hey slut," Drums said as he answered.

"Oh god stop," Jen said with a disbelieving laugh.

"I'm not kidding," Drums said. "Tell me you're a slut Jen."

"Frankie stop, I'm at work," Jen whispered into the phone.

"Tell me you're a slut," Drums insisted.

Jen hesitated, feeling her nipples hardening. "I'm a slut," she whispered.

"Did you fuck Mike this morning?" he asked.

"No, jerk, I was too sore," Jen said.

"Good. Your pussy's mine slut, I don't want him inside you until I leave New York," he said.

"Have you, like, been thinking about this all day?" Jen asked with a laugh. "Listen Frankie I don't play that game. Mike's my husband, he can do whatever he wants to me whenever he wants."

"But he didn't fuck you this morning did he?" he playfully taunted her, making his point.

"God you're such an ass," Jen said laughing again.

Drums laughed too. "I'm just messing with your head."

"I know," she said, and they both laughed. "Do you want to come to dinner tonight? Around 630?"

"Definitely," Drums said.

Mike was horny all day. When Jen got home he pulled her into his arms. 

"Mike, Frankie will be here soon," she said giggling, pushing him away.

"Come on, a quickie," he said grabbing her again. "I'm so hot for you honey."

"Later, I promise," Jen said giggling and wiggling out of his arms. "But baby, I'm still really sore from this weekend. You'll have to be gentle, okay?"

Mike served drinks when Drums arrived. Unsurprisingly, things were awkward between Mike and Drums. They'd known each other for years, friends but not close, and now Drums was fucking his wife, had gotten Jen to admit he fucked her better than Mike.

Drums had thought of that though. "Feel like a smoke?" he asked grinning, pulling out a few joints.

"I'd love a smoke!" Jen said also sensing the tension and awkwardness in the room.

"Yeah," Mike agreed.

Drums lit a joint and inhaled a long puff, then handed it to Jen. Jen did the same and handed it to Mike. He inhaled the smoke, holding it in his lungs as he handed the joint back to Drums. Without talking they shared the joint. When it was gone Drums lit another one.

Feeling more at ease, Mike asked "What do you go by now, Drums or Frankie?"

"I mostly still go by Drums," Drums said with a shrug. 

"Okay," Mike said hesitantly. This was embarrassing to discuss with someone he'd known in college. "So, I guess Jen's told you we have an open relationship."

"Yeah man," Drums said. "I never thought you'd be into that kind of shit Mike." He quickly added "But it's really cool!"

"Yeah well ..." Mike said his cheeks going red with embarrassment.

"We'd like to keep it a secret between us," Jen said to Drums. She sat next to Mike and held his hand.

"Absolutely, I won't tell anyone," Drums promised.

Jen smiled reassuringly at Mike, rubbing his arm. She could tell he was embarrassed to talk about this with someone he knew from college. "Frankie, I told you Mike might watch us sometimes," she said. 

"I'm cool with that," Drums said immediately. She smiled a silent "thank you" at him for not making an issue of this.

"Not just when we're having sex; hanging out too," Jen said, knowing what her husband liked.

"Okay," Drums said with a shrug. "Just tell me how you want to play it."

"I'd rather your friends not know I'm Jen's husband," Mike said, finally breaking his silence.

"Okay," Drums said thinking. "Our business manager's Artie," he said coming up with an idea. "You've got a lot of money, right? You could tell Artie you want to be a sponsor or something. If you're willing to drop some cash you can hang out all you want and no one will think you're Jen's husband."

"That's a good idea," Mike said smiling. Jen beamed at Drums.

"One thing Drums," Mike said his arm protectively around his wife. "When Jen's with you, I expect you to take care of her."

Jen smiled at Mike and leaned into him, rubbing his arm.

"Absolutely Mike, I'll take care of her, I swear," Drums promised.

With that out of the way, they had dinner and avoided talking more about the game. It wasn't too hard as they laughed and reminisced about their college days.

It was almost 10 when Jen said to Drums, "I'm sorry to make you eat and run, but I've got a long day tomorrow."

"Okay," Drums said, looking disappointed and feeling horny. He'd hoped to get some of Jen tonight. He got up and went to the bathroom before going.

Jen saw his disappointment and felt bad for Drums. She looked at Mike.

Mike smiled. He knew Jen didn't like to leave a man she liked with blue balls. "Go ahead," he whispered, smiling at her.

"You're sure?" she whispered back.

"Yeah, we only have 9 weeks right?" he said with a wicked smile.

"Okay, I'll be fast," she said smiling back. "Get yourself a glass of scotch. I'll be done with him before you finish."

"Take your time, I bought a new bottle of Highland Park," Mike joked.

Jen laughed back. "I'll just need a few minutes," she said confidently. She leaned into him and said teasingly, "Then I'm gonna take my time with you mister."

Drums came out of the bathroom, still looking disappointed. Jen went to him. "Hey you," she said leaning into him. On her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

Despite their earlier conversation, Drums felt nervous kissing Jen right in front of Mike but he couldn't help himself. He was really into this girl! He kissed Jen back and fondled her. Still, he was uncomfortable and Jen sensed it.

Jen broke the kiss and went to Mike. She whispered into his ear, "I'm gonna take him into the guest room. I'll be able to make him cum faster."

"Okay, I get it," Mike said. He knew it took time for guys to get their heads around him watching them with his wife.

Jen kissed Mike's cheek, then she went back to Drums. She hooked her arm in his and said "Come on." She walked him into the guest room and closed the door.

"What's going on?" Drums asked smiling.

"We don't have much time because I want to spend tonight with Mike," Jen said. She kissed him again. "I want to make you feel good before you leave."

Smiling crookedly at him, she pushed him onto the bed so he said on the edge. Then she got on her knees, between his legs. She pulled down his pants. She looked into his eyes as she stroked him to hardness. Then she brushed her hair behind her ear and went down on him.

She knew she gave good head. She knew she could get him to cum in under 10 minutes. Then she'd spend the rest of the night loving Mike.

Drums rolled his head back, enjoying the pleasure of Jen's mouth and hands on his cock. After a few moments he looked down between his legs, at Jen's pretty face and sexy mouth bobbing up and down on his shaft. He reached down and cupped her breast. "You look so hot tonight," he said fondling her.

"This is how I dress for work," she said momentarily taking her mouth off his cock. She was wearing a designer dress, sexy but classy.

He continued fondling her tits. He ran his thumb over the outline of her bra. "So you do own bras," he joked, referring to how she'd gone braless with him before.

"Jerk," she playfully jeered him. 

"I like bras, they turn me on," he said.

"Oh really, what size are you?" she teased.

He grinned. "What size are you? Seriously, I'm curious."

She continued to stroke his cock with her hands. "32A, sometimes B depending on the bra." She laughed self-consciously. "I know I'm small."

"Your tits are perfect, they fit you," Drums assured her, continuing to fondle her. Her nipple was hard now. He rubbed it through her dress and bra.

"What are you doing?" she said her breathing getting heavy.

"Take off your dress, I wanna see what your tits look like in a bra," he said grinning.

"Frankie we don't have much time," she said. She promised Mike she'd be quick with Drums.

"Come on, I'll cum faster," he said.

She knew that was true. "Okay, fine," she said pretending to be put out. She turned around and lifted her long blonde hair. "Unzip me jerk," she said playfully.

Drums unzipped her dress. Jen stood up and let the dress fall around her ankles. "Satisfied?" she asked holding her arms out slightly from her sides. She did a sweet pirouette for him in her ankle strap high heels.

Jen wore a matching bra and panty set, and thigh high stockings. Her bra and panties were all lace and matched the lace of her stocking tops. Her panties were a thong and enticingly displayed her firm ass cheeks. Her ankle strap high heels made her long shapely legs look like they went on forever.

"God Jen," he gushed looking her up and down. "You dress like this every day?" He reached up and cupped both her breasts. He thumbed her hard nipples through the thin bra cups.

"Frankie ..." she moaned, rolling her head back.

He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her, running his hands all over her body. She couldn't help herself, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. 

As they kissed and fondled he moved his hips so his long thick cock rubbed against her panty clad pussy, between her camel toe. She was seriously getting her cum face on now.

"Come on Frankie, let me go down on you," she whined trying to get off his lap.

"Just a little more," Drums said. He pulled her onto the bed, onto her back. He got on top of her and kissed her again. Once again, as they kissed he moved his hips so the flat of his thick cock rubbed over her pussy. Being on top gave him more control, and he made sure his cock rubbed back and forth over her clit. Only the thin lace of her thong panties separated their bodies. He was dry humping her. Despite herself Jen's body responded, her hips moving in sync with his.

"I wanna fuck you," he said into her ear.

"We can't Frankie," she whined, her body writhing under him. "I'm too sore ... Mike ..."

"Mike can have his turn after me," he boldly said pulling her panties down her long legs.

"Frankie we can't," Jen protested, yet she raised her hips making it easier for him to pull off her panties. 

He rubbed his cock up and down her bare pussy. "Say you want me to fuck you," he said looking into his face.

"Mike's waiting for me," Jen protested.

"Say it," Drums said pushing half his bulbous cockhead into her pussy.

Jen's eyes rolled back into her head. "Oh god," she moaned.

"Say you want me to fuck you," Drums insisted.

Jen said "Mike ..."

"Fuck Mike," Drums said stuffing her panties into her mouth, cutting her off. He held her arms over her head and penetrated her unprotected pussy with more of his cock. He wasn't wearing a condom!

Jen used her tongue to push the panties from her mouth. "Condom Frankie," she gasped. "Side table."

Smiling victoriously, he pulled his cock out. He got a condom from the side table. He rolled it on. "You want me to fuck you, say it," he taunted her.

"Fuck me Frankie," she said urgently, surrendering to him. "Be quick, okay? And gentle."

"I can't do both babe. Which do you want?" he taunted her, squeezing her nipples.

"Just fuck me Frankie," she moaned, tugging at his hips and opening her legs wide, surrendering her body completely to him.

"You're such a slut!" he jeered, shoving his cock into her pussy. She was definitely getting looser, he penetrated her easier.

"Yeah, I'm a slut!" she said, wrapping her stockinged legs around his thighs. All concerns of her sore pussy were gone, replaced by the wonderful feelings of pleasure of his thick cock inside her. "I'm your slut Frankie, fuck me like a slut!"

"Just want I wanted to hear!" Drums said. He'd fucked Diana earlier that day. He, Mal and her husband Jay pulled a train on her. Diana was a good fuck and he never passed up a chance to get into her pants. But she was a dog next to Jen!

Having already cum not long ago with Diana, he knew he'd last a long time with Jen. He pinned her arms over her head. "Get ready for a ride babe!" he said as he pounded her.

He fucked her for a good 30 minutes, changing from missionary to doggy back to missionary. She had fleeting thoughts of her husband but mostly Jen's world was Frankie and his big thick cock. He made her cum twice on his cock before he finally came. 

"Careful Frankie," Jen said as he pulled out of her. Feeling satiated from his hard fucking and her orgasms, she felt exhaustion overtaking her.

"Yeah, okay," he said starting to feel resentful. He knew he rocked her world, yet all she seemed to care about was the fucking condoms!

"Can you get Mike?" she said sleepily.

"Yeah, sure, in a minute," he said pulling her into his arms. "Just give me a minute."

Jen was so tired from the weekend and their fucking that she quickly fell asleep. Drums waited until she was in a deep sleep. Then he got up and dressed.

Mike had a dark expression on his face when Drums came out of the guest room. They'd been in the bedroom for well over an hour, it was way past 11. "Hey Mike, I'll see you later," Drums said cheerily.

"See you later," Mike said his annoyance and anger barely suppressed. He swallowed another gulp of scotch. His third. Drums smiled as he left their loft apartment. He'd fucked Jen's brains out, and knew he'd stolen his wife's pussy from him for at least another day.

Mike went into the guest room. Jen was sound asleep. He felt resentful and neglected. So much for being too sore. Too sore for him, not for Drums.

He left the room. He didn't wake her up, he knew she needed sleep. He poured another glass of scotch. Then another. Soon after he passed out.

When Jen woke the sun was shining brightly through the window. She was momentarily disoriented. "Where am I?" she thought. On the one hand she felt completed rested, having gotten a full night's sleep. On the other, her body ached, her breasts and pussy were sore. 

Her pussy was sore. 

Oh yeah, Frankie. Frankie.

Oh god ...

Then she looked at the clock. It was 8am! She'd way over slept! She had a meeting with people from Memphis at 9! Fuck!

She hurried out into the family room. Mike was passed out on the couch. She looked at the counter. The new bottle of Highland Park was almost all gone. God ...

She hugged Mike. He was dead to the world. She managed to get him to his feet. She walked him into their bedroom. She got him into bed and got him under the covers.




Consequences Pt. 14



"I'm sorry baby," she said kissing him.

"Fuck you," he murmured, rolling away from her. 

God ...

She didn't have time for this. She'd screwed up, but she couldn't miss the Memphis meeting. Kissing Mike again, she hurriedly showered and dressed. 

She got Mike a big glass of water and Advil. She turned the coffee machine on. Then she gently shook his shoulder to wake him up. He opened his eyes. He scowled seeing her.

"I need to go," she said softly. "Here's water and Advil, and coffee in the kitchen. I screwed up Mike, I'm sorry. I'll call as soon as my meeting ends. Okay?"

"... okay, fine," he said after long moments. He couldn't do much else, the room was still spinning.

She kissed him again. "I'm sorry Mike. I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."

"Yeah, like your promises mean something," he murmured, still half drunk.

Jen grimaced at his sarcastic rebuke. She knew he was right. But she really had to go. "I love you Mike," she said kissing him again. She felt heartsick when he turned away from her. But she couldn't do anything about it, she had to go.

She was distracted all morning, so upset at screwing up with Mike. At one point Allie nudged her when she didn't respond to a question from a Memphis exec. "What's wrong with you?" Allie hissed under her breath. 

"What the fuck Jen?" Allie said later during a break. "What was that in there?"

"I've got a lot on my mind," Jen said defensively.

"Is this about your game?" Allie said judgmentally. Allie had her answer when Jen didn't respond, looking guilty. "You know Jen, some of us need this job. We're not all as brilliant as you. We don't all have millionaire husbands."

"Why do you care?" Jen shot back. Her worry and guilt over Mike spilled over as anger against Allie. "Mike got Darren that job! He's making millions!"

Allie stared shocked at Jen. "Darren got the job himself, all Mike did was get him the interview!" she said clearly offended. "But everything's contingent. The partner position, the salary, the bonuses. He doesn't get anything if the new Sapphire bombs. And now the market's all worried because Mike quit."

"God Allie I didn't know," Jen said reaching out to Allie. "I'm so sorry."

Allie pulled her arm away. "Why is Mike so worried and the privacy issue?" she said resentfully. "He's ruining everything. No one else cares!"

"They don't see what he sees," Jen explained.

"So he's smarter than everyone else?" Allie said sarcastically. "He's chasing ghosts Jen. And he's hurting people. Darren gave up his partner position in London and now he's worried the new Sapphire's going to crater, all because of Mike!"

"Why are you so worked up about this?" Jen said. "You've never worried about money before."

Suddenly Allie looked scared. "I'm pregnant," she whispered.

"Oh my god," Jen said. "Has Darren proposed?"

Allie shook her head. "He's still working things out," she said. Jen knew Allie was referring to Darren's old BBC bull lifestyle. He didn't want to give it up?

"Abortion?" Jen asked. She had issues with abortion because of her religion, but Allie didn't.

"I can't Jen," Allie said helplessly. "I love him."

"God ..."

"Now you understand why I need this job," Allie said clutching Jen's arm. "I need the money, the health care, in case Darren ..."

"I get it honey," Jen said gently, hugging her best friend. In case Darren dumps her for his old lifestyle.

"We need to win Memphis Jen," Allie said desperately. "You got Kellogg, Google, you can win Memphis."

"It wasn't just me," Jen insisted.

"You know what I mean," Allie said.

"Okay, okay, I get it," Jen said, feeling more pressure than ever on her shoulders. She forced Mike out of her head. She walked back into the conference room and focused her entire being on the meeting with the Memphis execs.

The meeting went late into the afternoon. After it was finally over Jen went into her office and collapsed into her chair. It was too much. She felt the pressure caving in on her. Winning Memphis seemed impossible. She'd managed to get Memphis to accept her small firm as a candidate for lead advertising agency. That was an accomplishment in itself. But it was a long list of 6 firms including hers, and the others were the top mega firms in the entire world. It didn't seem like her boutique firm had any chance to climb to the top, especially so late in the game.

So many people were counting on her. Including Allie. Especially Allie. Jen had never seen Allie so scared, so desperate. It hurt her to see her best friend looking like that.

Mike was most important of course. She'd screwed up and needed to make it right. She decided to leave early. She needed to spend time with him.

She was about to leave when her phone rang. It was Frankie. Despite everything a smile came to her face. "Hi there," she said brightly.

"I had fun last night," he said smiling into the phone. "You're really amazing, you know that?"

"You're pretty amazing too mister," she said smiling. She giggled "I can barely walk today."

"Did Mike get a piece of you last night?" Drums said grinning in the phone.

"You know he didn't, jerk!" she said playfully. "Not this morning either." She rolled her eyes. "You probably like that huh? God, men are all the same."

"Let's get together tonight," Drums said. "No concert tonight. Let's go to dinner."

"No, I need to spend time with Mike, I've barely seen him," Jen said.

"Don't blame me," Drums said laughing.

"It IS your fault!" Jen said laughing back.

"Come on, he can come with us," Drums said.

"Frankie, if we go to dinner, it'll be you coming with me and Mike," Jen said correcting him.

"Okay, whatever," he said with a laugh. "So we're on?"

"No Frankie, I need alone time with Mike," she said.

Drums was disappointed. "What about tomorrow?" he asked.

"You're still here this weekend, right?" Jen said. "I'll ask Mike about Friday."

"Friday?" Drums said. "That's like 3 days from now."

"Um, hello? Most of us work during the week," she said with playful sarcasm.

He laughed. "Okay, whatever, listen you can at least do lunch, right?"

"Frankie, no, I'm really busy. I'll call you Friday, okay?"

Jen left right after hanging up. She smiled and felt a renewed bounce in her step. Frankie was such a free spirit, so uncomplicated. He brightened her day. She really liked him. His carefree party-all-the-time lifestyle really appealed to her right now with all the drama and stress in her life.

Mike on the other hand was anything but uncomplicated. He was complicated to the max. 

Still, she hadn't really been tempted to see Frankie tonight. She would've had fun with him and he would've rocked her world in bed, but there were more important things. She needed to make it up to Mike and she did really miss him, she'd barely seen him after spending so much time with Frankie this weekend.

When she got home Mike was starting to make dinner. "Hey you," she said smiling at him.

"You're home early," Mike said barely looking at her.

"Yeah," she said. She pressed herself against his back, hugging him. "How's your head?"

"Fine," he said tersely. "How was your meeting?"

"It started bad but it got better," she said. "I think it went okay."

"That's good," Mike said. His voice was unemotional, cold even. Even as Jen hugged him he continued cutting vegetables, ignoring her.

Jen put her hand over his. "Mike, let's go into the bedroom," she said.

"I don't need a pity fuck Jen," he said bitterly.

"That's not it Mike," she assured him.

"You're not too sore?" he said sarcastically. 

"I know I fucked up," she said hugging him tighter. "Give me a chance to make it up to you."

Mike let her lead him into the bedroom. Despite his hurt, how raw and neglected he felt, he needed her attention. He desperately needed her body.

Jen did all the work. By the time Mike was naked his cock was rock hard and panting. By the time Jen was naked (in just stockings and heels), he was ready to explode.

She straddled his waist. He reached for a condom but she stopped him. "No," she said simply. 

She guided him into her, riding him slowly and gently since she WAS still sore from Drums' thick cock. That was okay though, because she didn't want to fuck Mike, she wanted to make love to him.

She pulled his hands up to her tits as she slowly rocked back and forth. "Touch me baby," she urged him looking in his eyes. She moaned as he rolled her nipples.

"I thought you were just going to go down on him," Mike said accusingly.

"I meant to," Jen said.

"You said you wouldn't be long," he said scathingly.

"I fucked up," she said, leaning down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

"You let him fuck you," Mike said bitterly. "You were too sore for me, but not for him."

She kissed his lips, his cheeks, up his neck. She let her long blonde hair drape over his face. "You know how I get," she breathed into his ear. "I can't control myself sometimes."

"You love his cock so much," Mike said bitterly.

Jen continued slowly rocking on her husband's shaft. "Your cock's the only one I love baby," she said. She emphasized the word "love."

Her pussy felt cavernous around his cock. "Drums stretched you so much," he said.

"Yeah, he's really big," Jen agreed. 

"You probably can't even feel me."

"Yes I can," she assured him, grinding her pussy against his public bone.

"You're not gonna cum though," Mike said.

"No," Jen agreed, not wanting to lie to Mike. "But I love making love to you."

"Did you cum with him every time?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Jen said.

"You THINK so?" he said scathingly.

"I did, I came every time with him," she admitted. "Frankie fucked me baby. But only you make love to me."

"I'm gonna cum," Mike moaned. "I'll pull out."

"No, I want you to cum inside me," she said, hugging him tighter, squeezing her pussy muscles to massage his cock.

"Jen ..." he protested.

"Cum inside me baby," she urged him, riding him harder, kissing him.

Mike moaned and grunted, then he arched his back as he shot his seed inside his wife's unprotected pussy.

She held him tight as he panted and caught his breath, keeping his cock inside her until it softened and fell out. Only then did she roll off of him, snuggling into his arm, her head on his chest and her stocking leg across his.

"I better make dinner," he said moving to get up.

"In a little while," she said, holding him tight. 

After a few short minutes Mike got up anyway. Jen inwardly sighed, knowing he was still upset about last night. Her husband got turned on by the lows as much as the highs, but she'd screwed up and let the lows get out of control last night. 

She kicked off her heels and rolled off her stockings. She went into the bathroom to freshen her makeup and brush her hair for Mike. In the full length mirror she looked at her pussy. Her lips were red and swollen and still gaped open. She knew that was from Frankie last night and this weekend, not Mike just now.

There was a small trickle of cum from her pussy. Unlike Frankie, Mike never came a lot. She suspected if Frankie had just cum inside her his sperm would be gushing from her and running down her legs. Thank god for condoms.

Jen put on VS cotton panties, Mike's old frat t-shirt and fluffy cotton socks. She went into the kitchen and hugged Mike. "You're still mad at me huh?" she said. "I don't blame you."

"I opened wine," he said handing her a glass.

"Thanks," she said taking a sip. "You're mad, huh?"

He turned back to the stove, not answering her.

After a few moments, Jen playfully bumped him and said "Guess what? Allie's pregnant."

Mike's eyes went wide. "Are they getting married?" he asked.

Jen shook her head no. "Darren's being a jerk," she said. "Allie's a basket case right now. Can you talk to him? He respects you."

"Yeah," Mike agreed. He was amazed at how his relationship with Darren had changed so much.

They ate dinner mostly in silence. After dinner they sat on the sofa with the wine. Again they were mostly silent. Tension over Drums was clearly in the air.

Jen playfully poked him in the thigh with her toe. "You were the one who wanted me to get close to another guy," she said with a playful chastising tone. "Remember, you wanted me to have one more romance before we stop playing the game."

"I know," Mike admitted.

"I was wrong last night, I admit that," she said. "I never should have gone into the bedroom with him. But Mike, you know how I get with guys I like. You want me to be into Frankie right? That's the whole point, right?"

"It's hard to see you with him," Mike said after some hesitation. "Harder than I thought it'd be."

"Because you know him?" Jen asked. "You knew Ricky too."

"It's hard to explain," Mike said. "It's like ... with Collin, I get he fucks you better than me, he's like the star quarterback. The same thing with Scott and Tom, Alec and Jamie too. They're Populars just like you. It's easier for me to accept they fuck you better than me. But Drums? He's a geek like me. Okay, maybe not like me, but we were both in Alpha Geeksville Alpha, right?" Mike laughed without humor. "Now you're all goo-goo eyes with him. He fucks you better than me. I mean, god Jen, how did you ever end up with me?"

Jen gawked at her husband. She shook her head. It seemed like sometimes they were on different planets with how dramatically different they saw things. 

"Okay first, if you want to put people in categories, then Frankie probably is a Popular," Jen said, doing air quotes around "Popular." "I know he was in Alpha G with you, but he's probably the biggest player I've ever met," she added, avoiding the derogative nickname of Mike's old fraternity. 

"Second, I'm not all goo-goo eyes over Frankie," Jen continued, rolling her eyes as she said "goo-goo eyes." "Do I like him? Yes. I told you I kinda had a crush on him in college. He's a musician and I love music. But I never once thought about dating him instead of you. I never thought about dating any guy after I met you. But do I like him now? Yes. Do I like hanging with him and his friends? Yes. Does he fuck me really good? I mean, yeah. But Mike, that's the point of the game, right? But if we weren't playing the game, would I be interested in Frankie at all? No. Would I want to hang with him? Not any more than any of your other friends. Would I let him get into my pants? No way honey."

"Okay Jen, I get it," Mike said feeling foolish.

"No Mike, stop, I'm not done yet. This is the most important part." She took Mike's face in her hands and looked into his eyes. "Wanna know why I ended up with you? Because I love you. You're the only man I'll ever love Mike. And I DO love sex with you. I mean it Mike. I'm not just staying that." She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Okay?"

"Okay, yeah, I'm good" he said forcing a smile.

She gave him a playful frown. She sensed he still wasn't completely okay. "Frankie is just another Collin Mike, another Scott. I'm attracted to guys like that. But I get over them." She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and looked into his eyes. "Frankie doesn't mean anything to me Mike. I admit I'm a little infatuated right now. You know how I get. But that's what you like about the game, right?" 

"Yeah," Mike said starting to feel better.

"Do you still want to play the game?" Jen asked. "Your second wish?"

"Do you?" Mike asked.

"I'll do whatever you want," she assured him. 

"What do you want?" Mike asked. When she didn't answer immediately he said "You can tell me, I won't get upset."

"I guess I like hanging with Frankie and his friends," Jen admitted, shrugging. "Things are so stressful right now." She told him about her conversation with Allie. "So many people are counting on me. Frankie's different. He doesn't think about tomorrow. He's all about fun. It's kind of a release hanging with him. So yeah, I mean, I guess I'd like to keep playing."

"Okay," Mike agreed after a moment. "Just another 8 weeks right?"

"Yeah baby," Jen immediately agreed. "Frankie's definitely temporary. I like him, he's fun, but I already see how I'll get tired of him."

"Okay," Mike said. Confirming it was temporary made him feel better.

"So you're okay with all this?" Jen asked. "Because I was thinking of seeing him Friday."

"Can I be there?" Mike asked. "I'll call their manager about sponsoring."

"Of course baby," Jen said smiling into his eyes. 

Mike felt better, but was still bothered. He ran his fingertips along Jen's thigh. So soft, yet so firm and shapely. "I guess it's hard sharing you with one of my fraternity brothers. It'd be like sharing you with Sam. With all the others they'd been distance."

"I don't really think of him as your frat brother," Jen said kissing his cheek. "Does that help?"

"I don't know," he admitted with a humorless laugh, feeling jealous and threatened. "It's okay honey. If I didn't feel bothered it wouldn't be as exciting."

"Yeah, I get it," she said hugging him. As he continued to caress her inner thigh she parted her legs slightly. "You're gonna get me excited if you keep doing that," she giggled.

He smiled at her. Then he turned serious and said "You've ovulating right now, right?"

"Yeah," Jen said, knowing where he was going. "It could've just happened. That would be a good thing, right?"

"It could've been me just now," he said. "Or Drums' precum the other night."

"Oh shit," Jen said shocked. "I didn't think of that."

"Yeah ... crazy huh?" Mike said.

"That's one way of describing it," Jen said with a humorless laugh. ""You promise, right?"

"Yeah baby, I promise," Mike assured her. He'd be the dad and her husband forever no matter what.

"Frankie thinks I'm crazy for not being on the pill," she said.

"Yeah, I heard him say that," Mike said. "Do you want to go back on the pill?"

She looked into his eyes. "Do you?"

After a moment's hesitation he said, "... let's hold off for now."

"... okay," Jen hesitantly said. She felt his erection poking her bottom. "I am really sore," she said looking at him with a weak smile. "And tired."

"Okay, I understand," Mike said, hiding his disappointment.

Later in bed Jen said sleepily "I can make you cum this way." She moved her hand inside Mike's boxers, stroking his hard cock.

"I'm okay," Mike said, seeing how tired she was. 

"Are you sure?" she asked. She added "I don't mind," but she was clearly tired and already had her hand out of Mike's shorts.

"It's okay, I'll get you later," Mike said spooning her.

"Definitely baby," she promised. She hugged Mike's arm to her bosom and quickly drifted off to sleep.

When Jen woke the next day Mike was already up, making breakfast. "What are you doing today?" she asked.

"I'm thinking about teaching high school math," he said. "You know, something to do until I figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. I'm getting my resume together."

"Okay," Jen said. "You'll call Artie about sponsorship?" she asked. This was turning into a stressful week and she'd enjoy blowing off some steam with Frankie. She knew they'd be less drama if Mike was there.

"Yeah, I will," he promised.

Later at work Jen sat at her desk, looking at her computer screen. She had a major problem. Memphis would be cutting the list of primary firm candidates soon. Right now, her boutique firm was ranked 5th out of 6, maybe 4th. But that wasn't good enough, because Memphis was going to cut the list to 3.

She looked at the SWOT chart on her screen. All the firms had weaknesses. If she could find a common weakness among the mega firms, and turn that into a strength for her, she might be able to get into the top 3. 

There was one weakness all the firms had, including hers. Could she turned it into a strength? She shook her head. No way. It wasn't possible.




Consequences Pt. 14



Then she had an idea. Was it possible? She made two calls. First to Mike. Then she called Allie. "Gather the team," she said.

"Let me get this straight," Scott said later in the big conference room. "You want to integrate the cross-sell between all Memphis companies?" He shook his head. "Nice idea, but you know that's not possible."

"Yeah Jen, everyone's looked at this," Allie said. "There're too many advertising firms involved, the primary plus at least 10 supporting. Integrating cross-sell isn't impossible. Even Memphis's accepted this."

"But you agree if we COULD integrate everyone, it'd give us a big advantage over the mega-firms," Jen said.

Everyone nodded. "It would be huge," Calvin said. "But close integration isn't possible, not with so many advertising firms and the diversity of Memphis's businesses."

"But what if a computer integrated everyone, coordinated everyone's operations and campaigns?" Jen said, springing her idea.

"Nothing like that exists," Allie said pessimistically.

"What if we made it?" Jen said. She looked at her husband. "Mike, can you make something like that?"

Mike was a surprise guest at the meeting, the most surprised being him. He was coming in completely cold. But the concept was interesting. He said, "Tell me more about Memphis."

Jen, Allie and Scott gave Mike a thumbnail of Memphis – their many businesses, locations, partnerships, product lines, market pressures, competitors and customer profiles. Mike thought about it and said "It might be possible."

"Might?" Scott scoffed. "Might's not good enough."

"I've only been thinking about it for 30 minutes," Mike said with a shrug. He truly hated Scott and it irked him he still worked so closely with Jen. Suppressing his annoyance he said "The concept's straightforward. I'd model Memphis's customers and then overlay its businesses, product lines, competitors, the other factors too. I'd use that correlation to coordinate and direct the cross-sells of the different advertising firms."

"Can you speak in English?" Scott said with a laugh. A few laughed with them, but most were looking intently at Mike.

"Is it possible to mathematically model customers? People?" Calvin asked.

"That's what we did with Sapphire, to predict market movements," Mike said with another shrug. In fact, the more he thought about it, the more he realized he could leverage a few of Sapphire's algorithms.

"So you think you can do it?" Jen asked.

"I think so honey, but I can't guarantee anything, not until I dig into it more," Mike told his wife.

"Do me a favor Mike," Scott said laughing again. "If you ever talk to Memphis execs, try to sound more positive."

Jen gave Mike a weak smile but Scott was right. In advertising, confidence was everything. You had to look confident and in complete control, even if you weren't.

Jen huddled with Scott, Allie and Calvin, her main lieutenants. "We've got to go with this," Jen said.

"No way," Scott said. "Jen, I get he's your husband. But we don't know if he can make it work. He doesn't know for god's sake."

"Give him a break Scott, he walked cold into this," Calvin said. Of all Jen's colleagues, Calvin was the closest Mike had to a friend.

"I don't know Jen, it's risky," Allie said. "Scott's right, what if Mike can't do it?" She quickly added "I'm not bashing Mike, but no one's been able to do this before."

"We have no choice," Jen said making an executive decision. "Cuts are happening soon. This is our only chance to make the next round. Allie, can you set up another pitch with the Memphis execs? Tell them we have a way to closely coordinate their cross-sells."

Allie shook her head, looking gloom. "It may not be enough Jen. It's kinda late to spring this."

"I know," Jen said looking determined. "That's why I'm calling Keri." 

Mike worked non-stop, working closely with Jen and her team. By Friday he had the beginnings of a prototype, but there was still a lot of work to do. 

"Should we cancel with Frankie?" Jen whispered to him as they were around her co-workers.

"Don't you want to see him?" Mike whispered. "I know you're stressed."

"I do," she admitted, looking weary from work. "Can we spare the time?"

"The Memphis pitch isn't for a couple weeks, right?" Mike said. "We can spare a weekend off. I'd like to see you with Drums."

"Yeah?" Jen said giving him a "you're so predictable smile."

"Yeah," Mike said smiling back.

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Jen caught a taxi home right after work, to get ready and then meet up with Drums. I continued working on the prototype as the official pre-concert get-together wasn't for a couple hours.

Around 630 I took a taxi to the band's hotel. I met up with Artie. I told him I was a dot com millionaire and was starting a new venture called "Emerald Software." We completed the sponsorship deal, $35,000 for an ad in their program and back stage access for the next two months. It was a lot of money for what was essentially a ticket to all their concerts and parties, but fortunately I didn't have to worry about money because of Sapphire. 

Artie escorted me into Malcolm's suite. The pre-concert party was going strong. Artie introduced me to his wife Lucy, Malcolm and Jay, Jay's wife Diana, and the rest of the band. They were polite but standoffish, thinking me just another groupie (albeit one with money to burn). 

There were a lot of other groupies and hangers-on there too, most of them pretty girls but a few guys like me. Alcohol flowed freely, the music was loud, the lights were low, a lot of laughing, the band had girls on their laps. This party was rocking, and it was only the pre-concert party?

"Isn't there a third Ramone?" I asked Artie.

"Yeah, Drums, he'll be here later," Artie said. "He's probably with his New York girlfriend. Her name's Jen, wait until you see her she's hot." 

"New York girlfriend?" I asked.

"These guys have girlfriends in every city," Artie said with a laugh.

Just then Drums walked in with Jen. He had his arm possessively around her. 

"Hey Drums, over here," Artie said. He introduced me to Drums and we shook hands. 

"Hi, I'm Jen," Jen said to me, briefly grasping my hand. She looked so good! She wore a tight stretchy light gray tank top that clung to her body. She wore a black lacy bra underneath. The tank was held up by two tiny spaghetti straps that did more to emphasize than hide the bra straps. The tank swooped low in the front and back, exposing some of the lacy bra cups and all of the bra strap running across her back. The tank ended above her belly button, showing off a lot of her flat firm tummy. It was a way sexier look than if she'd walked in wearing just the bra with no blouse!

She wore tight skinny jeans that really showed off her tight ass and long legs, and she topped off the outfit with leopard print high heels. She wore her hair down and had on lip gloss that made her lips look wet. She was achingly hot!

On top of all that, both Jen and Drums looked flushed. They'd clearly just fucked!

"I told you she was hot," Artie said as we both watched her walk away with Drums. 

"You said she's his girlfriend?" I asked, playing along, my dick rock hard. "She's wearing a wedding ring."

"They knew each other in college," Artie said with an unconcerned shrug. "I don't know the whole story. Ask Drums if you want, he's a good guy. Hey listen, I've gotta check on things, enjoy yourself."

I went to the bar to get a drink. Jen sidled up to me, briefly bumping her hip against me.

"You look incredible!" I gushed in a low voice. "Did you just fuck?"

"I can barely walk!" she whispered giving me a gleeful smile. She got her beer and walked back to Drums, giving me another subtle hip bump as she turned.

It was fun seeing Jen in her social butterfly persona. I'd missed seeing her that way, all exuberant and bubbly. She'd been working so hard for so long on Memphis. I was happy she was able to cut lose with Drums and his friends, and forget about work for a while. 

I thought again about my idea to move back to State College and have a simpler life. I really wanted that, I wanted Jen to be less stressed because I loved this version of Jen. I loved the high spirited and bubbly Jen, the social butterfly and flirty Jen. It wasn't healthy for her to work so hard and be so stressed. At that moment I committed myself to work really hard on the prototype. If I could help her win Memphis, then she could quit her firm with a clear conscience.

The party was lively and rambunctious. There were high spirited, spontaneous outbursts of singing as everyone got excited about the upcoming concert. Jen joined in and did laughing, half serious duos and trios with Drums, Malcolm and some of the backup singers. 

She was clearly popular among the guys AND girls. That didn't surprise me, she was hard not to like and it wasn't just her beauty. Some of the girls egged her on, and Jen did an a capela solo of Land Slide by Stevie Nicks, one of her favorite classic performers. It seemed like all the rowdy partying stopped as everyone listened to Jen's beautiful voice. When she was done the crowd broke out in unabashed applause, including me. She was incredible! 

Drums was clearly ecstatic to be with her. He constantly held her hand or had his arm around her. She didn't seem to mind. She was clearly into him, and was with him constantly.

It was hard seeing her with him. Back in college, I'd shocked my frat brothers when we started dating. I remembered how proud I felt with her on my arm at frat parties, how proud she was my girl. Now though, she was Drums' girl. HE was basking in the admiration and envy of other guys with her on HIS arm. 

It was gut wrenching to watch. But I knew it was only temporary, it was just a game. That allowed me to enjoy the delicious dark cuckold feelings of jealousy, rejection and feeling neglected. I was so hard!

Jen didn't completely ignore me. More than once she made eye contact with me and smiled at me. That helped me enjoy the experience while not getting too upset.

We took two buses to Madison Square Garden. Jen rode on the 1st bus with Drums and the rest of the talent and their wives and girlfriends. I rode in the 2nd bus with all the groupies and hangers-on.

We watched the concert from the side stages. Jen was on stage right with all the other wives and girlfriends. They directed the rest of us to stage left. As the concert started I saw Jen signing along and dancing with the other girls. But I couldn't see her well, and I didn't really like punk music. I wandered behind the stage and looked around, wondering if I should go home and wait for Jen to get there with Drums after the concert.

I felt a hand on my arm. I turned. It was Jen. "Hey you," she said. She looked around. We were alone momentarily, but that could change fast. "Come with me," she said. 

She led me into Drum's dressing room. She closed the door and immediately pressed her body against me and wrapped her arms around my neck. "Hi" she said.

"Hi," I said back. We kissed. I ran my hands down her back, feeling her exposed bra straps, her tight ass. "This is so hot," I gushed, using my fingertips to trace the upper part of her bra cups exposed by the swoop of her tank.

"Slutty you mean," she said with a laugh. "Frankie said he thinks bras are sexy."

"That's why you wore this?" I asked, tracing down the tiny spaghetti straps.

"Yeah," she said. She laughed. "Don't ask, I'm not wearing it for you, I'm not letting anyone we know see me dressed like this."

"So you'll wear something for him you won't wear for me?" I teased her, again tracing the top of her bra cups.

"I'm definitely not wearing it for you, you're worse than Frankie, touching me," she said with another laugh.

"No one's here," I pointed out.

She wrapped her arms around my neck again. "Baby I'd be embarrassed to dress this way in front of our friends, but if you really want I will," she said.

"I'm just kidding," I said grinning at her. I just wanted to hear her say it.

"We better get back," Jen said rubbing my arm.

"Okay," I said.

"Is it okay if Frankie sleeps over tonight?" she asked.

"You want him to?" I asked.

"He asked," she said. "And yeah, I'd like him to."

"You'll sleep with him?" I asked, that familiar gut wrenching feeling returning.

"No, I want to sleep with you," she said. "I just don't want to kick him out, you know?"

"Yeah, I get it," I said feeling better. 

"We better get back," she said again squeezing my hand reassuringly.

"I'm thinking about heading home. I'll wait for you and Drums there."

"Don't do that baby," she said taking my hand again. "I don't want you home all alone. Stay. The concert's almost over, and then they'll be an after party." She gave me a sexy smile. "I'll make it fun for you, promise."

"Okay," I said grinning at her. "Let's go," I said moving to the door.

"Wait," she said holding my arm, wearing a Cheshire cat smile. "How about some fun now?" She got on her knees and went down on me.

After the concert we bused back to Malcolm's suite for the after-party. The pre-party had been boisterous and rambunctious, but it was tame compared to the after-party. More people, louder and rowdier, an out of control party. I tried to keep sight of Jen but she was bopping around with Drums, although I saw her with the other Ramones too, Malcolm and Jay. 

Alcohol was flowing freely and I saw a lot of drugs too. People were passing around joints, and more than once I saw people snorting cocaine. I guess I wasn't surprised at a party like this, but seeing people using hard drugs like that bothered me.

Diana and Lucy were sitting on a sofa. Both had that glassy look of being high. They were making out! Lucy had her hand inside Diana's blouse! A big black guy sat next to Diana. I recognized him as the saxophone player. He turned Diana's head to kiss him, even as Lucy continued to maul her big tits. The three started undressing each other.

I wanted to stay and watch, but I wanted to find Jen more. It was hard navigating the crowd, there were so many people. The scene of Lucy, Diana and the Sax player was probably the most outrageous, but there was a lot of other kissing and fondling going on in the room. I had no doubt it'd turn into a fuck fest soon. 

I saw Jen walking out of a bedroom. She looked a mix of drunk and high, both glassy eyes and unsteady in her high heels. She had her cum face on too. Her hair was disheveled, her cheeks flushed and her nipples hard.

A guy came out of the bedroom right behind her, but it wasn't Drums. It was Malcolm, the lead singer. I'd noticed him before. He bore a striking resemblance to Ben Afflect, although always a smug smile on his face. He wore that arrogant smile now. I remembered Jen telling me he'd hit on her last weekend. Had he just fucked her?

Drums approached Jen and Malcolm. He looked angry. Jen broke out in a big smile as she saw him approach, but her smile disappeared when she saw the anger on his face. They had what looked to be a heated conversation, all 3 of them. Finally Drums took Jen's hand and pulled her away, leaving Malcolm standing there with a scowl on his face.

Drums pulled Jen towards the door. She stopped him and they had another heated exchange. She pulled away from his hand and looked through the crowd, as if searching. She saw me, we made eye contact. She subtlety raised her iPhone. Then she took Drums' arm and they left.

A moment later I got a text from Jen: "Meet us at home." I immediately left and caught a cab home.

Jen and Drums were already in the guest room when I got home. The door was closed but I guess she heard me because she came out. 

"Hi," she said, getting up on her tiptoes and kissing me. She'd taken off her high heels. She slurred her words and I smelled marijuana smoke coming from the guest room. One of her bra straps had fallen off her shoulder and dangled down her arm.

"What happened at the party?" I asked, running my finger along her shoulder missing the bra strap.

"I made out with Mal," Jen said. She fixed her bra strap, just realizing it had fallen. "Frankie got mad." She scowled at the door of the guest room. "I told him he doesn't have the right to get mad. Only you have that right."

"That's right," I said smiling at her.

"Are you mad?" she asked me, slurring her words and leaning into me.

"I think it's hot," I said still grinning at her.

"You're so predictable," she giggled, hugging me. 

"What's with the smoke?"

"A peace offering I guess," she said. She rubbed my arm. "Don't worry, we opened the bedroom window." She knew I hated smoke in the apartment, although I could still smell the pot.

"Okay," I said deciding not to make a big deal about it. "You're making up with him?"

"I guess," she said. She reached up and kissed me again. "I better get back. Wait until you hear us, then you can come in, okay?"

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Mike, Frankie can be rough sometimes," she warned. "Don't worry, I'll be okay."

"I won't do anything unless you call me," I assured her. I knew she liked it rough with her lovers.

She smiled at me. She cupped my erection and said "I'll take care of this later mister."

Jen went back into the guest bedroom leaving the door slightly open. I couldn't make out their words but from the tone I could tell she was trying to make up. I knew she wanted to make up because she wanted his body. I'd seen that look on her face before. She was addicted to his body. When she was into a guy – and she was clearly into Drums – she wanted him all the time. It wouldn't last forever. But right now, she couldn't get enough of him.

After a while I heard kissing and moans. I waited a few minutes more giving them time to get into it so my arrival wouldn't disrupt anything. Eventually I quietly entered the room, sitting in a chair next to the bed.

Drums turned towards me as I arrived. He didn't seem concerned by my arrival. Jen briefly glanced at me. Then she straddled his waist, blocking his view of me. I noticed she'd put the Louboutin high heels back on, the red soles and spiky heels facing me. 

His hands circled her waist then cupped her tight ass cheeks. He massaged her shapely ass as she crossed her arms and pulled off her tank top. "Bra on or off?" she whispered a smile in her voice.

"Off," he said. I watched his hands move up her sexy back and unsnap her bra. He pulled the lacy bra off her arms. He moved his head so he could see me. "Here you go Mike," he said tossing Jen's bra to me. It landed in my lap.

"Don't be a jerk," Jen said hitting his chest. She looked at me. I nodded at her, telling her I was okay. She gave me an appreciative smile, then turned back to him.

Drums rolled her onto her back. He lay on his side, kissing her and fondling her bare breasts. "Back in college I always tried to get a look at your tits," he said grinning at her, continue to massage her small breasts.

"You did?" she said arching her back, her words coming out like a moan.

Laying on his side, Drums was facing me. He looked at me and said "Did you know that Mike? That I tried to get a look at your girl's tits?"

I nodded, my heart pounded in my chest. "A few times I saw you looking down her blouse," I said my voice hoarse with excitement.

"Yeah, back then the most I got was a look at her bra," he said with a laugh. "Never thought I'd be doing this," he said, rubbing her hard nipple between his finger and thumb. He lowered his head and licked and sucked Jen's other nipple. Soon she was gasping and writhing under him.

He stopped, leaving Jen gasping. He ran his fingers tips down her sexy flat stomach, and then ran his fingers across her waist just above her low rise jeans. "Anyone else from AGA fuck her?" he asked, looking at me again.

I shook my head.




Consequences Pt. 14



"Simon and Zack used to talk about Jen all the time," Drums said grinning at me. "So did Sam. You oughta call them up Mike. They'll take care of Jen. Since you can't."

Abruptly Jen pulled away from him. She sat on the edge of the bed, looking bothered. "Just shut up okay Frankie?" she said irritated.

"I'm just joking around," Drums said with a laugh.

"It's okay honey," I assured her.

"No it's not okay," she said. She looked at Drums and said "You're being an ass." She kicked off the high heels and stood up. "Come on," she said taking my arm and walking me out.

"What about me?" Drums said shocked.

"You can sleep here or go, I don't care," Jen said harshly. She closed the door to our bedroom, locking it.

"It's okay Jen," I said.

"It's not okay," she said annoyed. "He was putting you down." She peeled off her jeans and thong. In a soft voice she said "Come here."

We kissed, my hands roaming where just moments ago Drums's hands had been. She got on top of me, panting. She guided me into her, not bothering with a condom. "If it happens it happens," she said to me, her cum face on. 

She was so wet! I tried to hold off but I couldn't. After just a few moments I came. "Sorry," I said apologizing for cumming so fast.

"It's okay Mike," she assured me, snuggling into my arms. 

After a few minutes she put on VS cotton panties and my old frat t-shirt. I looked at her face. She didn't look disappointed. But she looked hungry, unsatisfied.

"You should go over to him," I said, stroking her blonde hair as she rested her head on my chest.

"He's an ass," she said.

"Yeah, he's always been that way," I said with a laugh. 

"I didn't like the way he talked to you," she said annoyed. She gave me a tight smile. "I'm the only one allowed to tease you."

"Remember the stuff Darren used to say?" I said with a laugh.

She laughed too, remembering. "Yeah, but you could tell he didn't mean it, it was just an act. Frankie was being mean, he meant it. He's said other things too."

"He knows this is temporary, so he's getting his digs in," I said. "Besides I'm sure Simon, Zack and Sam HAVE fantasized about you. Anyway, Drums's right. I can't fuck you like he can."

"Mike, stop," she said with a sigh. 

"Jen I'm not upset," I assured her. "You're soaking. I know he got you that way, not me. You didn't come close to an orgasm just now. I WANT you to fuck him."

"I don't know, I'm pissed at him."

"You're hot for him too, right?" I said with a laugh. "I know you are. I'll stay here. I'll watch on my computer. Let him say anything he wants, it doesn't matter. It actually turns me on hearing it."

"Really? It doesn't upset you?"

"I know you're mine. It's only a few weeks. I'm just enjoying it." I grinned at her. "Anyway, it's my wish. You have to do what I say."

"Oh I do, do I?" she said with a laugh. "Okay then mister. Just watch out for what you wish for."

She got up and moved towards the door. 

"Jen?" I said, stopping her. "Don't wear my shirt with him, okay?" Both Drums and I were in Alpha Gamma Alpha, but the old frat t-shirt she wore was mine, not his.

She nodded, understanding immediately. She crossed her arms and took off my shirt. She peeled off the VS panties too, and put on black stiletto high heels. She held out her arms, completely naked except for the high heels. "See, I'm slutty Jenny again, not your sweet wife," she joked grinning at me. She ran her fingers through her tussled hair and added "I've even got the just fucked hair thing going."

She left closing the door and walked across the hall. I got my computer and accessed the cameras in the guest bedroom. 

Drums was getting dressed as she walked in. "What do you want?" he said scowling.

Her smile turned into a glare. "Nothing, if that's going to be your attitude."

"I don't like being stood up," he shot back.

Jen opened her arms. "Does this look like you're being stood up?"

Drums looked her up and down, feasting on her naked beauty. "Alright then," he said, grabbing her arm and roughly throwing her onto the bed. He got on top of her and pressed his lips against hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. "What happened? Mike couldn't get you off so now you want fucked by a real man?"

"Mike is a real man," Jen insisted.

Drums took off his pants and rubbed his thick cock between her wet pussy lips. "He doesn't have this does he?" he taunted her. "Beg me for it."

"I'm not playing those games Frankie," Jen said glaring at him. She reached for a condom and rolled it on him. "Fuck me now or just leave." 

"I'll fuck you bitch!" he said angrily, ramming his cock into her.

"Ugh god!" Jen groaned. She was still lose from their earlier fucking during the pre-party, but he was so incredibly thick it was always a shock when he penetrated her.

"Is this what you want slut, is it?!" he growled, mauling her tits as he fucked her hard. He put her long legs over his shoulders and fucked her even harder and faster.

"Frankie, Frankie, stop, it hurts like this," Jen panted, pushing against his chest. With her legs over his shoulders it really hurt. It wasn't always that way, but he was being so rough.

He let her legs down off his shoulders. Anger remained on his face. She stroked his cheek and said in a soft voice, "I like you Frankie, I just don't like it when you're mean to Mike." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. She smiled into his eyes and said "You're cock's freaking incredible. Just be a little gentle okay?"

"Okay," Frankie said, his anger breaking. He rolled Jen around onto her stomach.

"God I can't believe what you just did," Jen said gleefully looking back at him over her shoulder.

"What?" he said grinning back.

"You turned me around without pulling out of me," Jen said admiringly.

"I've got more tricks up my sleeve," Frankie said, pushing deep into her. He put his hand on her head and pushed her into the bed as he fucked her.

"Ugh god," Jen groaned, her face smashed against the bed, her ass up in the air. She loved this position, and she loved it more with Frankie and his thick cock. Mike hardly ever did her this way. They both preferred her on top; with his smallish penis, it was better for both of them that way. But she loved doggy style with a big man like Frankie. First, because it made her feel so cheap. But most of all, because in this position he was hitting both her clit and her g-spot!

"Yeah, yeah Frankie, like that, yeah," she moaned. Suddenly her body spasmed and she came on his cock. He kept stroking her, fucking her through her massive orgasm. She collapsed onto the bed, the incredible pleasure and orgasmic relief leaving her tingling and barely able to move.

Frankie kept most of his weight on his arms, not wanting to crush the petite girl underneath him. He moved her long blonde hair to the side and softly kissed her neck and shoulders. "Feels good," Jen murmured, turning her head. Drums leaned down and softly kissed her on the lips.

Drums twisted her around, again doing it without leaving her pussy. Jen was amazed he could do that, she couldn't remember any guy doing that before. Certainly not Mike, he was too small. But even big guys like Colin and Scott. Then she thought of something.

"Frankie, pull out a second," she said.

"Why, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just want to see," she said gently pressing against his chest.

He reluctantly pulled out. Supported on her elbows, Jen looked at his cock between her legs. She wanted to make sure the condom didn't rip as he moved her around. It didn't look ripped, but still. She took the condom off and rolled a new one on him.

"Seriously?" he said.

"We have to be careful," she told him. "I'm not on the pill, you know that. I'm probably safe, but still."

"You take all the romance out of it," Drums said chagrined.

"This isn't romance, it's fucking," Jen said. 

"So what am I, your dildo?" he said bitterly. He pushed his cock back into her.

"No, you're my really good friend, and we're having fun," she said stroking his face. "I don't do this with everyone Frankie. I really like you."

"Yeah right, the way you came on to Mal tonight," he said, stroking her back and forth.

"I told you, he hit on me," Jen said breathing deeper as his fucking got harder. She arched her back as he twisted her nipple. "Do we have to talk about this now?"

"I don't want you messing with Mal," he said fucking her faster and deeper. 

"Fuck Frankie, fuck!" Jen moaned. He was fucking her so good! "Don't stop god you're making me cum again don't stop!" She came, and as she did her pussy clamped down on Drums's dick. The feeling of her spasms pushed him over the edge and he came to.

He collapsed on her. They panted into the others face. Finally he rolled off. Jen reached down and held the condom as he pulled out. Once again he came a lot. She took the condom off him and wrapped it in tissues, tossing it away. Then she tenderly cleaned his shaft with a towel. After she was done he pulled her into his arms.

"I'm sorry I was a jerk with Mike," Drums said playing with her soft blonde hair. "I guess I drank too much. Too much weed. And I was pissed about Mal."

"You should tell Mike that tomorrow," Jen said.

"I will," Drums promised.

"I didn't do anything with Mal," Jen assured him. "I was drunk too, all we did was kiss a little." She looked into his eyes and tenderly stroked his cheeks. "But Frankie, you don't own me. Mike does."

"Okay, I get it," Drums said, not looking happy.

Jen couldn't do anything to make him feel better. She rolled to her side, holding his wrist so he rolled with her and spoon her. "Hold me for a little while," she said.

They snuggled there. Jen was exhausted, tired from the partying, alcohol, sex and weed, but she forced herself not to fall asleep. She waited until Drums fell asleep. Then she got up and went to Mike.

He was still awake, waiting for her. "Hey baby," he said. 

"Hi baby," she said back giving him a tired smile. She put his old frat shirt and VS panties on again. Then she melted into his arms, falling asleep almost immediately.

Jen made sure to wake up before Mike the next morning. She silently left their bedroom and tiptoed to the guest room. She softly knocked on the door, "Frankie are you up?" she whispered.

He opened the door. "Hey," he said smiling.

"Hi," she said smiling back at him. She went in and closed the door. "Mike is still asleep," she said, talking louder but still softly. 

"Good," Drums said pulling her into his arms and kissing her.

"No Frankie," she said pulling away. "I just wanted to remind you to apologize to Mike about last night. This will go a lot easier if you're not a jerk to him."

"Okay, I will," Drums said. "Wanna hang out today?"

"Can't," Jen said. "Mike and I have to work today."

"You're working together?"

"Yeah, he's helping me with something at work," Jen explained. She silently snuck back into her bedroom, getting back into the bed with Mike.

He turned around, his eyes open. "Hi sleepyhead," she said kissing him.

"Were you with Drums?" Mike asked.

"I just talked to him a minute," she said. "Are you okay about last night?"

"Yeah, I watched you with him," Mike said with a grin. "Thanks for being so careful with the condoms."

"Of course baby," she said brushing her hand through his hair.

"What happened yesterday with Mal?" Mike asked.

"He hit on me," Jen said. "God he's gorgeous, did you see him?"

"Yeah, he looks just like Ben Afflect," Mike said.

"I know, right?" Jen said with a delighted giggle. 

"So what happened?"

"You know, I told you," Jen said. We made out some, we touched a little. Frankie got mad. But he doesn't have the right, you know?"

"Yeah," Mike said, her words making him feel good. "So are you gonna fuck him?"

"I don't know, the game's already so complicated," she said. She ticked them off her fingers. "I've got Frankie now, and Alec and Jamie. I can't keep them straight." She laughed. "They share girls you know. Frankie, Mal and Jay. Artie too."

"I saw that last night, it was wild," Mike said. "If they share why did Drums get mad at you with Mal?"

"I don't know," Jen said. "I hope he doesn't get possessive, that'd ruin everything."

Mike frowned. "I'm not sure about that Jen. I'm not sure I want you with more than one of those guys."

"I didn't mean I want a threesome with Mal," Jen said. She squeezed her husband's hand. "I meant that would ruin our game, because then I'd have to break it off with him."

"Oh okay," Mike said feeling foolish. Feeling reassured, he said "I'm not saying I'm against a threesome, I just want to talk about it first."

"Okay baby," she said smiling at me. She giggled. "We have the craziest conversations."

"I know," Mike said laughing too. He joked, "You'd probably like Mal, they call him Big Malcolm right?"

"I'm not that much of a size queen," Jen objected with a tight smile. "Anyway, only Mal calls himself that," she added rolling her eyes. "Believe me, he's not big."

"How do you know?"

"I told you, we kissed and touched some," Jen said. "He's actually small."

"Is he bigger than me?" Mike asked.

"Oh um ... I don't know," she said evasively, realizing she'd put her foot in her mouth. "I only felt him through his pants." 

Mike let it go. But he thought, if she thinks Malcolm's small, and he's bigger than me, then what does she think of me?

Reading his mind, she gave his cock a gentle squeeze. "This is my favorite you know," she said. 

Mike forced a smile, not wanting her to think he was upset. "Let's take this off," he told her, helping her take off his old frat t-shirt. 

"We should probably say bye to Frankie first honey," she protested. "We can do this after he leaves."

"He's not going anywhere," Mike said confidentially. He knew Drums would stay hoping to get into Jen's pants again. "Lay down," he said pulling off her panties. He got between her legs. Her pussy lips were still swollen and red, and they gaped from getting fucked so long and hard by Drums's thick cock.

"You don't have to do this honey," she said.

"I want to, I wanna make you cum," Mike said. "I know you're sore, I'll be gentle." He went down on his wife.

Maybe Mike wasn't the best lover. Maybe he didn't have the best technique. But after so many years together, he knew her body better than anyone. Soon he had her writhing under his tongue, moaning uncontrollable, clawing at the sheets. She burst in an incredible orgasm.

"God that was so good!" she gushed panting. "You're so freaking amazing at that!"

Mike hugged her as her breathing returned to normal. He felt good knowing he could still give her great orgasms. 

"Now it's your turn," she said pulling down his shorts.

He stopped her. "That's okay. You know me, if I stay hot I won't get upset."

"Why would you get upset? We'll be together at work today," Jen said puzzled.

"I need to go in to work on the prototype," Mike said. "You don't need to be there. I want you to relax today."

"I can't make you work while I play," she said.

"You're not making me, I want to," he said. "I want to help you win Memphis. I'm still thinking about the Penn State idea."

"I've been thinking about that too," she said smiling at him. "But Mike I can't make you work, it's not fair."

"It's only Saturday, we'll go in tomorrow. You need time to relax Jen, you work harder than anybody," he said. He gave her a lustful grin. "Besides, it'll be fun for me thinking about you with Drums."

"You want me to spend all day with Frankie?" she said with a laugh. "You're so bad. And so predictable."

"You guys have fun, we'll meet up for dinner somewhere," Mike said. "He doesn't have a concert tonight right?"

Jen straddled his hips and wrapped her arms around him. Looking into his eyes she said "You're the greatest guy ever. You understand me better than anyone. You love me and let me have other guys too. You know the other day, you asked how did I ever pick you? You got it wrong Mike. I can't believe you picked me."

Mike grinned ear to ear, blown away by his wife's words. They hugged and kissed. Then Mike told Jen to go see Drums while he showered and got ready for work.

When he came out of the bedroom Jen and Drums were sitting at the coffee table, laughing and talking. They were sitting across from each other. As soon as she saw him Jen held out her hand, beaconing him to sit next to her. She leaned into him and held his hand as he sat.

Jen was wearing Mike's shirt from yesterday. He liked seeing Jen wear his shirts, it meant she belonged to him. He was glad though she wasn't wearing his old frat shirt. He didn't want Drums to think she was wearing that for him (for Drums).

"Hey Mike, sorry for being such an ass last night, I was really drunk," Drums said, giving him a friendly smile and offering his hand.

"No worries," Mike said smiling back and shaking Drums's hand. "So what are you guys going to do today?"

"I'm going to show Frankie some of New York City," Jen said smiling. "Mostly all he's seen is his hotel and the Garden."

"And our apartment," Mike joked. They all laughed feeling a little awkward. Changing the subject he asked "Where do you want to meet for dinner?"

"I'll call you honey," Jen said. She walked him to the door. "You're sure about this? I feel guilty you're going to work and I'm not."

"I want you to relax honey, you've been working too hard, it's not healthy," Mike said. He grinned lustfully. "So are you really going to make it out of the apartment?"

"Yeah," Jen said looking innocent. Then she returned her husband's lustful smile. "First I'm gonna fuck his brains out."

Jen walked back to Frankie as soon as Mike left. They looked at each other and shared another awkward laugh. Last night had been fun, sex had been great, but they'd argued too.

"Alone at last," Drums joked.

"At last," Jen joked back. She straddled his legs. She leaned her forehead against his, smiling mischievously. "So what do you want to do first?"

"I've got an idea," he said. He abruptly stood up throwing her over his shoulder. Jen squealed gleefully as he carried her into the master bedroom and threw her on the bed. They kissed and frantically threw off their clothes. Just as Mike was boarding the subway two blocks away, Drums was penetrating his wife with his long, thick cock.

They fucked, then laughed and talked in bed. Then they fucked again. This time afterwards they fell asleep. They finally got out of the apartment around 4pm. "Have you ever been to MOMA?" she asked.

"What's that?"

"You know, the Museum of Modern Art."

"Ugh, really?" Drums said scrunching his nose like he smelled something really bad.

"Okay, okay, I get it," Jen said laughing. "I think I know someplace you'll like. It's the Museum of Sex."

"Now you're talking!" he said enthusiastically.

"Come on," Jen said laughing again, playfully bumping her hip against his.

They got in right before the museum closed. They browsed the different exhibits. They marveled at the Fuck Art exhibit of street pornography and the pornographic photos of the photographer Milton Greene. They were intrigued by the Obscene Diary exhibit where Samuel Steward, a professor and tattoo artist, kept a diary of photos and drawings of all his sex partners. They laughed at the "Sex Life of Animals" exhibit. 

They avoided holding hands while together. Jen was obviously worried about running into someone she knew even though they weren't close to their SoHo loft. Still, they leaned into each other and playfully bumped into each other, so if you were watching them you might think they were a couple.

They were browsing the gift shop when Drums said, "This is Mike, right?" He handed Jen a book, "The Urban Dictionary of Sex." Jen read the page Drums had opened.




Consequences Pt. 14



"Cuckold: A cuckold husband is complicit in his wife's sexual "infidelity" and takes sexual pleasure in it. Cuckolds need not be married, although some level of pair-bonding intimacy or commitment in their relationship is necessary to effectuate the fetish and achieve sexual tension and enjoyment."

"Cuckolding can have a wide range of expression, from pillow-talk fantasy between monogamous partners to extreme "alternative lifestyles" such as voyeurism and wife sharing and even impregnation by a "bull" (i.e., the wife's lover), depending on the couple." 

"In Freudian analysis, cuckold fetishism is the eroticization of (i) the husband's fears of his wife's infidelity, (ii) the husband's inability to sexually satisfy his wife, or (iii) the husband's fears he will lose his wife's affections and love to a "real man." For many, cuckold fetishism extends to the husband's fear his wife will chose to procreate with this "real man." For these reasons, it is often the case that cuckolds are men who have smaller than average penises or suffer from another sexual deficiency, such as premature ejaculation or infertility."

In extreme cuckold relationships, the wife may deny her cuckold husband penetration sex, reserving intercourse for her lovers. The wife may also separate from her cuckold husband for some period of time to become the full time "girlfriend" or "wife" of a favorite lover. Of course, if that separation leads to actual divorce the cuckold fantasy has failed, at least from the point of view of the cuckold husband (although it is not unusual for the cuckold husband to fantasize about his wife leaving him permanently for a "real man"). For that reason, it is recommended the cuckold husband and his wife agree on boundaries and rules before exploring this extreme manifestation of the fetish. 

"The role of jealousy and humiliation in the cuckold fetishism cannot be overstated. Psychologist Evelin Lindner calls the two "the nuclear bombs of emotions." Because jealousy and humiliation are such powerful emotions, if they are sexualized, they can evoke intense sexual feelings and desire in the cuckold husband."

"Is that Mike?" Drums asked again tapping his finger on the definition of "cuckold."

"Maybe ... I don't know," she said, handing the book back to him. 

Drums bought the book and put it in his pocket.

Afterwards they went to an Irish pub for a drink. "I don't get it, you got pissed at me last night but everything I did fits Mike's fantasy," he said holding up the dictionary.

"I know Mike better than you Frankie," Jen said. "I know where the line is. Trust me on this one."

"Okay, okay," he said holding out his hands in surrender. "So you guys have history. How long have you been swinging?"

"We call it our game," Jen said. "You know Ricky right? What did he tell you?"

"Not that much," he said. "Rumors mostly, about you and him."

"They've been a few guys since then," Jen said with a shrug.

"So I understand what you get out of your game, you get to be with guys like me," he said with an arrogant grin.

"Yeah, whatever," Jen said with a laugh, rolling her eyes.

"What does Mike get out of it?"

After a moment, Jen said with another laugh, "He gets to see me with guys like you."

"So you fuck around but Mike doesn't? Doesn't seem fair."

Jen shrugged. She didn't say anything but she thought, "That's why I'm with Mike and not you."

Drums sensed her sudden coldness. He said "Let's stop talking about this."

"Good idea," Jen said with a laugh. "Let's talk about you. No girlfriend?"

"You're my sorta girlfriend," he joked.

"You know what I mean," she said with a laugh. "I don't remember you ever with anyone in college." 

"I think girls figure me out pretty fast," he said with a humorless self-conscious smile. "Fun party guy, good in bed, but not serious husband material."

"You can't party forever Frankie," Jen said.

"Why not?" he said with a laugh.

"Well, for one you're going to kill yourself," Jen said. "For another ... I mean, you said you get lonely sometimes right?"

He looked out the window, embarrassed. It was hard spilling his guts. "I'd like a real girlfriend, a wife someday," he admitted. "But this is all I know. I'm not like Mike, girls don't take me seriously."

Jen squeezed his hand and gave him an encouraging smile. "Maybe you need to take yourself seriously, then other people will too."

After their drink they took another taxi then walked up Broadway. They got to Central Park and Jen said "God my feet are killing me." She was wearing high heels. 

"Let's take one of these carriages," Drums suggested. They boarded one of the horse drawn carriages and he guided them through Central Park.

"Here, let me help you with those sexy feet of yours," Drums said smiling.

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh, putting her feet in his lap. "Oh, you're good at that," she purred as he rubbed her feet.

"I've got a lot of experience rubbing girls' feet," he said proudly.

"I bet," Jen said with another laugh.

"What, you think I'm a player? I'm not, really."

"I'm not judging you Frankie," Jen said playfully nudging his thigh with her toe. "I like you. That's why I'm with you. Other girls would like you too, if you opened up to them." 

"I guess I don't know how to be a real boyfriend," he admitted.

"Well then, you can practice with me," Jen said giving him a reassuring smile.

They were silent for a moment, smiling into the other's eyes. Then he playfully tickled the bottom of her feet.

"Stop," she whined, pulling her feet away.

"You're ticklish huh?" he said grinning.

She glanced at the driver, then whispered to Drums "It turns me on."

"It does huh?" he said grinning. With one hand he held her ankle. With the other he lightly ran his fingertips up and down the bottom of her foot.

"Stop," Jen whined, an embarrassed smile on her face.

Then Frankie lightly caressed the top of her foot and her ankle. 

"God Frankie," she whispered, again glancing at the driver to make sure he wasn't listening. "You're gonna make me wet."

"Let's go back to my hotel room," Frankie suggested eagerly.

"We can't, we're meeting Mike for dinner," she said. Thinking of Mike she looked at her watch. It was almost 730! "Oops, we better call him." 

"Hi baby," she said on the phone. "Yeah, we had fun. We're in Central Park now. No, we're in one of those horse buggies. Yeah, it's fun. Frankie's rubbing my feet. > Are you still working? Oh, you're so good. Wanna get dinner? Oh okay that's a good idea. Okay, see you then."

"So where we going?" Drums asked, lightly stroking Jen's feet and ankles with his fingertips.

"Bar Americain, it's not too far from here," Jen said. She giggled and pulled her sensitive feet away from him. "Will you stop!" She laughed. "Where are my heels?"

"Let's ride there," Drums suggested. He said to the driver, "Can you take us to Bar Americain?"

"I didn't know they were allowed to ride this far from Central Park!" she laughed as they rode in the horse carriage down 7th Avenue. 

"Give me have your feet, I'll rub them more," he said giving her a lustful grin.

"I'm fine thank you," Jen said with another laugh. She grabbed her heels and slipped them on.

"Have I told you how hot you look?" Drums said moving closer and putting his arm around her. With the high heels she wore skinny jeans and a black bustier that tied down the back. Over the bustier she wore a short leather jacket.

"Come on Frankie, be good," she said moving out of his grasp. "Someone could see."

"Just one kiss, you owe me after I rubbed your feet," he said. "Come on, before we get to the restaurant." 

"No Frankie."

"Come on, one kiss, no one will see," he said, putting his arm around her again. Without waiting for a reply he leaned in and kissed her. 

Against her better judgment, she let him kiss her. His foot massage had turned her on – her feet and ankles WERE really sensitive if touched the right way – and he could really kiss, his lips really soft, using just the right amount of tongue.

They arrived at Bar Americain. The driver turned to them but they didn't noticed as they continued to seriously make out. 

Jen's black bustier was made of a stretchy material, kind of like a tube top (but it laced up the back like a classic bustier). She wasn't wearing a bra underneath, so the stretchy material molded around her small shapely breasts. 

Unable to resist, Drums reached into her jacket and cupped her breast over the bustier. She moaned into his mouth as he rubbed her nipple between his thumb and finger. Forgetting where they were – or maybe not caring – Drums pulled down the bustier exposing her breasts, fondling her.

"Frankie god stop!" Jen said feeling the night air on her suddenly exposed breasts. She pushed him away and quickly pulling up her top. She blushed seeing the driver (an old scruffy Middle Eastern man) lustfully ogling her.

"God Frankie," she sighed getting out of the carriage. He grinned at her. She scowled at him, but then they both burst out laughing at how crazy they'd acted. Drums put his arm around her and she leaned into her, smiling at each other.

They moved towards the revolving door of Bar Americain, still laughing, Drums's arm around her. Then Jen stopped in her tracks, almost running into people. "Oh hi," she said, her heart sinking.

Mike arrived about 15 minutes later. He looked around and saw the pretty face of his wife. He frowned. Drums sat with her, but there were other people at the table too. Then he recognized them, their neighbors Jeremy and Alicia and Noah and Ella.

Jen jumped up and hugged Mike as soon as she saw him. "They saw us," Jen whispered into his ear, referring to their neighbors.

"How much did they see?"

"I'm not sure," Jen whispered. "Too much."

Dinner was awkward, no one knowing what to say. It was finally over. The other 2 couples shared a taxi home, no doubt gossiping gleefully as soon as they hit the road. 

"God I need another drink," Jen groaned and the 3 of them went into a bar. They sat in a booth and Jen leaned into Mike. He hugged her. "It's okay honey, they don't know anything," he said consolingly, repeating a phrase she'd used in the past. 

"You have no idea what they saw," Jen groaned. She glared at Drums.

"How could I know they were there?" he said acting innocent. 

"That's why you don't kiss me in public," Jen said irritably.

"It seemed like the right thing at the time," he said with a carefree grin.

"God," Jen groaned burying her head in Mike's chest again.

"That's what they saw, Drums kissing you?" Mike asked.

"Worse," Jen said. She whispered "He had my top down."

"Drums can you give us a minute?" Mike asked him.

"Sure, I'll get a smoke," he said, frowning. He didn't understand why Mike and Jen were so upset. Okay, so maybe they saw us kissing and groping. Just tell them we were drunk or something and move on.

Once he was gone Mike reached into Jen's jacket. He felt the stretching material of her bustier. He saw how easily it would have been for Drums to pull it down and expose her.

"You were kissing and he had your top down, touching you?" Mike asked. "You were in a taxi?"

"We were in that horse carriage," she said.

"Oh."

"See how bad it is? They could see everything." she said. "What should we do? You know Alicia and Ella will tell everyone."

"Jeremy and Noah will talk too," Mike said glumly. They were all in the same social circle. There was a neighborhood party or dinner at least once a month. Mike shared season tickets for the Yankees and Jets with the neighborhood husbands, including Jeremy and Noah, going to games together. Jen often got coffee or went to brunch with the neighborhood wives.

"It's even worse," Jen said. "Remember? Jeremy and Alicia saw me with Tom one time."

"I remember," Mike said. He hugged his wife tighter. "We knew this might happen. They either think we swing, or you're cheating on me."

"Either way I look like a slut," she lamented. "God how could I have been so stupid?"

"You're not mad at Frankie?"

"Not too mad I guess," she said. "He's like a child, he doesn't know better."

"Can I tell you something?" Mike said putting his hand inside Jen's jacket again, cupping her breast over the bustier. "At some level this is really hot." Mike rubbed Jen's nipple to hardness. He reached into her bustier, cupping her bare tit.

"You're as bad as Frankie," Jen said, but she didn't try to stop her husband. Fortunately the bar was mostly empty and the booth was dark.

"Is this what he did?"

"He pulled it down," Jen said. 

"So they saw a lot."

"Yeah," Jen admitted. "Is that what turns you on?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "That, and the fact they probably think you're cheating on me."

"I guess everyone's gonna think of me as the neighborhood slut," she said bothered.

"Everyone's gonna think of me as the neighborhood wimp husband," Mike said excitedly. He added "I don't really care what they think."

"I guess I don't either," Jen said. "As long as you don't think I'm a slut."

"You know I don't think that baby," Mike assured her. "Do you want to bring Drums home?"

"Do you?"

"Yeah," Mike admitted. "I thought about you and him all day long. Did you fuck after I left?"

"Twice," she admitted with a giggle.

"Let's have some fun," Mike said grinning at her.

"Okay," Jen said grinning back.

In the taxi Mike and Drums were all over Jen. They gave the taxi driver a show as Jen alternated between kissing her husband and her "sorta boyfriend," both of them fondling her body.

The kissing and groping continued in their loft apartment. They started for the master bedroom but Jen stopped them. "Guest bedroom," she said between kisses.

Drums groped and kissed her tits while Mike took off her high heels and peeled off her skinny jeans and panties. He put the heels back on her pretty feet after the pants were off, loving seeing her get fucked wearing high heels. Drums alternated between kissing Jen's lips and nipples having pulled the bustier down so it was like a waist band. Jen had one hand on Mike's head and the other on Drums's, her body writhing as the two men kissed and fondled her.

Mike got between her legs. Her pussy looked swollen and used after fucking Drums last night and this morning, not having returned to normal yet. Her pussy lips glistened with excitement, clearly she wanted more.

Mike went down on her, doing his magic on her pussy and clit. Jen arched her back feeling his talented tongue, moaning into Drums's mouth.

They were driving her crazy, Mike at her pussy and Drums at her tits! "God someone fuck me!" she begged.

Mike and Drums hurriedly undressed, like in a race to fuck her first. Jen couldn't help giggling. "First you," she said reaching for her husband. She helped undress him. Then she brushed her hair behind her ear and went down on him. She got him even harder than before. Then she reached into the side table for a condom. She rolled the condom on his cock, smiling adoringly into his eyes. Then she got on her back and guided her husband into her.

"Suck Drums while I fuck you," he ordered Jen his voice hoarse with excitement. Drums was already naked and his big hard cock hung obscenely between his muscular thighs. 

Jen turned slightly so his cock was inches from her face. She grasped him with both hands, one hand atop the other. He was so thick her fingertips didn't touch. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed as much as she could, just his cockhead and a couple of inches. She bobbed on his cock while she stroked his shaft with her hands. 

"Back in college, never thought we'd be doing this, sharing Jen, huh Mike?" Drums said grinning at his old fraternity brother.

Mike shook his head, not able to say anything. His eyes were locked on his wife's pretty face, her sexy lips opened wide and locked around Drums's thick shaft. He'd seen Drums's cock on the computer screen, but here in real life he looked even bigger. He was long, maybe 2 or 3 inches longer than Mike's penis, but what really set him apart was his girth. Maybe he wasn't as thick as a Coke can, but he wasn't far off that.

Mike continued to fuck Jen as he watched her blow Drums. Drums could see his cock too, and he surely saw the stark difference in their sizes. Not only was Mike's cock shorter than the average, he was thinner than the average too. He felt like a pencil dick next to Drums's incredible manhood.

It all was too much for Mike. He lurched inside Jen, his hips jerking as he came into the condom. Jen continued to suck Drums, it was like she hadn't even noticed him cumming. Why should she? She probably didn't even feel him inside her after being stretched out the last two days by Drums's monster dick.

Mike's softening cock fell out of Jen. He rolled off, feeling inadequate and disheartened. With his lust satiated, the dark emotions of jealousy, insecurity and inadequacy filled him. He knew he couldn't satisfy Jen, he never would again (had he ever?), he wasn't man enough.

Mike moved off the bed but Jen called to him. "Come here baby," she said, no longer sucking Drums. He sat beside her and she kissed him. Then she tenderly took off the condom, wrapping it in tissues. She lowered her head and licked him clean, knowing he was sensitive after climaxing.

"Sit there okay?" she said in a soft voice motioning to a chair next to the bed.

"I think I'll go back to our room," Mike said suddenly wanting to be away from the lovers, so passionate for each other. 

Jen sensed Mike was bothered. She knew her husband, she knew he was intimidated by Frankie's better body and huge cock. At the same time, she DID want Frankie inside her, she lusted for him. "Stay, please?" she said to Mike.

Mike sat in the chair and Jen positioned herself so her head was close to him. She turned and got another condom from the side table, this one a Magnum XL size. She handed it to Drums. As he put it on she reached for her husband and said "Hold my hand."

She grimaced as Drums entered her, her finger nails digging into Mike's hand. For the next 20 minutes Drums pounded her hard but the entire time she didn't let go of Mike's hand. As her first orgasm approached she pulled Mike down and kissed him, so he kissed and tongue her through her orgasm. 

Drums gave her another orgasm before he was done. Or maybe it was just one long orgasm, as the tingling in her pussy and nipples never seemed to fade. Even though it was Drums pounding her with his muscular body and huge cock, Jen spent most of the time looking into Mike's eyes, one hand in his, the other stroking his face. Even though it was Drums' cock inside her, Mike felt like HE was making love to her.

Drums finally came, initially collapsing onto Jen, and then rolling off gasping. Jen looked down making sure the condom didn't break or roll off. Again Drums had cum a ton. 

Then Jen got off the bed and hooked her arm in Mike's. "See you tomorrow Frankie," she said over her shoulder as she leaned into Mike and walked weak kneed with him into their bedroom. Mike spooned her as they fell asleep.



Consequences Pt. 15



~~ Week 3 ~~

Jen continued to work long hours. Now though Mike was working just as long or even longer hours, getting the prototype ready. They didn't work together, both of them working on different aspects of Memphis.

Mike stepped into Jen's office during a break. Closing the door he said "I'm seeing Darren tonight."

"Oh good," she said. She hoped he could talk sense into Darren. Allie was still a basket case being pregnant and not knowing what her future with Darren was.

"Talk to Drums lately?" he asked with a smile. 

"They're in Miami, they have two weeks of gigs there," she said. "He said they're rescheduling the Saturday concert because there's a basketball playoff game on the same day. He has the whole weekend free, so he's thinking of visiting. Is that okay?"

"Sure," Mike said. "So you really like him?"

"I do like him," she admitted. She laughed. "He's childish and irresponsible, but that's part of his charm. He's got a good heart. He'll make a good husband someday if he ever grows up."

"You like him more than the other guys?" Mike asked. She knew he was talking about Ricky, Scott and Tom, maybe Collin too.

"They're all different," she explained. "I didn't like any of them as much as you think I did. Infatuation is just that Mike. It's not permanent, and it's certainly not love."

"So what's going on with you and Allie?" Mike asked Darren later that night as they drank beers in a bar. 

"You know she's pregnant," Darren said.

"Yeah congratulations," Mike said. "It's a good thing right?"

"I don't know what to do Mike," he admitted. He actually looked scared. "I never thought I'd marry, or even fall in love. Then you introduce me to Allie. We've crazy about each other. I love her."

"Then what's the problem?" Mike asked not understanding.

"It's gone so fast," Darren explained. "Now she's pregnant." He looked at Mike, looking almost desperate. "No one's ever counted on me Mike. I've always been a loner. Now there's Allie, and a baby coming. What if I screw up and let them down?"

"Darren, you love Allie right? She loves you. That's all that matters. You'll work things out together, that's what marriage is all about. The only way you screw up is if you don't marry her. You need to proposed to her now Darren. She's a basket case, she's worried she's just another white girl you got pregnant and now you're going to bolt." 

"That's not it at all!" Darren said shocked. "I'm worried I'm not good enough for her. I'm black and she's white Mike, the world isn't color blind, that's still an issue."

"So you work that out together Darren," Mike told him. "The worst thing you can do right now is shut her out. Go home, talk to her Darren."

Later that week Jen ran into Mike's office. "I don't know what you did but it worked!" she practically squealed, throwing herself into his arms. "Darren asked Allie to marry him last night!"

"That's great news!" Mike said genuinely happy for both Allie and Darren.

"I think he's going to ask you to be his best man."

"Oh," Mike said surprised.

Jen smiled at her husband's modesty. "He really thinks a lot of you Mike, you've really changed his life."

"Drums will be here this weekend?" Mike asked the next night.

"Yes, Saturday morning," Jen said. 

Mike nodded and then said, "The prototype's coming along. I'd like to start running tests on live Memphis data."

"Already? That's so great honey!" Jen said excitedly. "Can we run the tests before the pitch next week?"

"I think so. I need to meet with the Memphis data center people. They're in San Jose."

"Okay, let's go!" Jen said enthusiastically. "I'll get the team together!"

"It'd be better if I go alone," Mike said. "The less it looks like a pitch, the more they'll open up to me." Then he dropped the bombshell. "I was thinking about going this weekend." 

Jen frowned, processing his words. Then she gave her husband a suspicious smile. "Is this about getting Frankie alone with me?"

Mike couldn't help smiling too. He'd been busted! "I do need to meet with the Memphis data center people, and I should go alone. But yeah, I'd like you and Drums to have some alone time."

"God Mike, you're so bad," Jen said with a laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck. She giggled. "Okay, I'll spend all weekend alone with Frankie, just me and him, does that make you happy?" 

Mike wrapped his arms around his wife's waist. "I don't want to force anything honey. But we only have a few weeks. I know you like each other. Let yourself go with him. I want you to."

"Okay, I will," she promised. 

Mike left Friday morning for San Jose. That afternoon Jen got an unexpected call from Joe, Mike's older brother.

"Hi Joe, how are you?" Jen said smiling into the phone. She liked Joe. They were close, not just as brother and sister, but good friends. Joe was a lot like Mike -- gentle, caring, shy -- so he was easy to like.

"I'm in the city, you know, my regular checkups," Joe said. He was a cancer survivor. "I know this is last minute but can I crash with you guys tonight? Something must be going on this weekend, all the hotels are booked solid."

"Of course you can, you're always welcome here," Jen said. "Mike is traveling this weekend. We can get pizza or go down the street for dinner." After she hung up Jen realized Joe being there would cramp her being with Frankie that weekend. She obviously couldn't bring Frankie to their loft apartment. Oh well, they'd have to go to Frankie's hotel room.

That evening Jen took Joe to the little bistro down the street. It was crowded but they found 2 stools at the bar. "Is everything okay?" Jen asked as she crossed one shapely leg over another.

"Yeah, just my regular checkup," Joe said. He tried not to look at Jen's legs. Her skirt had hiked up a little when she sat and crossed her legs, showing off a lot of her shapely thighs. His sister had the best legs!

As they caught up, Jen noticed Joe stealing looks at her legs. They'd always had a mild flirtation thing going on. Of course, Jen flirted with everyone, it was part of her nature. But Joe was special of course. He was cute like Mike (they naturally had similar features) and she liked him. And of course, he was her brother which made it kinda naughty.

Feeling flirty, Jen re-crossed her legs a few times as they laughed and talked. Each time her skirt hiked up a little more. She pretended not to notice, allowing it to edge up higher. Jen pretended not to notice as Joe's stolen glances at her legs became longer and more often.

She let Joe order a second bottle of wine mostly because she was having so much fun teasing him she didn't want to go home. 

Joe wasn't the only guy noticing her pretty face and shapely legs. Two guys approached and hit on her. Jen sent them away, but not before laughing and flirting with them for a while, right in front of Joe. 

"Those guys just hit on you!" Joe said surprised. He wasn't used to being around a girl as pretty as Jen. She attracted bold guys all the time.

"No they didn't!" Jen giggled, flirtingly hitting his chest. Sometimes it was fun pretending to be the dumb clueless blonde.

They finally went home. Jen was beyond tipsy making her unsteady in her high heels. As they walked Jen staggered and bumped into Joe more than once, laughing the whole time. 

"I'm going to bed," Jen announced, slurring her words and laughing at nothing in particular (she was drunk!). 

"I think I'll stay up a while and read," Joe said smiling. It was fun seeing his sister drunk! They hugged goodnight and Jen gave him a peck on the cheek, her soft lips lingering on his cheek for just a split second too long.

Jen undressed, smiling to herself about how she'd teased Joe. She knew she was terrible but she couldn't help it, she was a natural flirt. She slipped on VS cotton panties and was about to put on Mike's old frat t-shirt when she had a naughty idea. Instead of the old comfy t-shirt she put on a black nightie. While being completely opaque, it had a swoop top (showing the top of her cleavage) and ended mid-thigh. She brushed her hair to a silky luster. Then she went to the kitchen.

"Hey," she said nonchalantly passing Joe as she went into the kitchen. As she got a big glass of water she felt Joe's eyes on her ass and long legs. 

Holding her glass she sat next to him, her bare knees almost touching his thigh. "Whatcha reading?"

"Hunger games," Joe said.

"You haven't see the movies?" she asked, leaning into him as she pretended to see what page he was on.

"I have," he said sounding nervous with Jen sitting so close to him with almost nothing on. "I want to read the trilogy before the last movie comes out."

"Oh okay," Jen said her shoulder still touching Joe's. "I hardly ever read books. I know that makes me sound like a dumb blonde. It's just, I read so much at work." 

"I don't think you're a dumb blonde, I think you're really smart," Joe assured her.

"Thanks," Jen said beaming at him, playfully bumping her shoulder against his. She took a sip of water. "Thirsty?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'll get some," Joe said. He tried not to look at her chest but he was doing a bad job of it. Her nipples were hard and were poking through the silky black material.

"You can have some of mine," Jen said, offering him her glass. Their fingers touched as he took the glass from her. 

Joe took a sip from her glass. "Thanks," he said handing the glass back to her. Again their fingers touched. 

"I guess I better go to sleep, I'm kinda drunk," she said with a giggle. "I have to get up early to pick up a friend from the airport. When is your doctor appointment over?"

"The afternoon sometime," Joe said. "Don't worry about me, I can keep myself busy."

"Maybe we can see a movie or something," Jen offered, bumping her shoulder against his again. She didn't want to leave Joe alone all day tomorrow.

"Sounds great, but if it doesn't work out it's okay, I don't want to put you out if you have a friend visiting," Joe said not wanting to impose.

Back in her bedroom, Jen decided to sleep in the silky nightie, it made her feel sexy. God she was horny! Flirting and teasing got her that way. She couldn't wait to see Frankie tomorrow!

Joe went to bed not able to read anymore. In bed he took out his cock. He was rock hard. He stroked himself. There were a few girls he liked to fantasize about and Jen was at the top of that list. He closed his eyes and masturbated as he fantasized about fucking his pretty sister. 

Jen woke up with a little hangover. She felt embarrassed about teasing Joe so much the night before. She liked flirting but she knew last night was too much, especially wearing the revealing nightie in front of him.

She put on a long thick fluffy robe and went out to the kitchen. She resolved not to flirt with Joe anymore that weekend. 

Joe was already up and dressed, drinking coffee. He was disappointed seeing Jen in the robe, he'd hoped to see her again wearing the short black nightie. 

"Morning," she said smiling. "Did you sleep okay?"

"Yeah, I actually have to go," Joe said getting up. "Maybe I'll see you later?"

"Definitely," Jen said smiling him. She was relieved he was going. She didn't want him to see what she was going to wear for Frankie.

After eating a light breakfast, Jen showered and did her hair and makeup. Then she put on a tight Lycra black dress. In front the dress went all the way to her neck, but in back it swooped down showing a lot of her sexy back. There was no way she was wearing a bra with this dress. She didn't wear panties either. She rolled black thigh high stockings up her long legs and stepped into black high heels. She wore her hair up to show off her neck and back. She thought this would be the perfect outfit if she had that tattoo below her neck.

She looked at herself in the mirror. It was a designer Fendi dress so it looked sexy without crossing the line to slutty. Still she was relieved Joe didn't see her in it, how could she explain wearing this dress to pick up a friend at the airport? It wasn't a dress you'd wear touring New York City either. That was okay. She wasn't planning to leave Frankie's hotel room today. 

She threw a change of clothes and a box of condoms into a bag. Then she caught a taxi to LaGuardia. 

Drums's eyes widened seeing her. She looked so beautiful and hot! He moved to kiss and hug her but she stepped away. "Remember Frankie," she whispered.

"Oh yeah, sorry," he said. They hugged briefly as platonic friends would.

Things were different in the cab. Drums was all over Jen, and she was all over him too. "What hotel?" Jen asked between kisses.

"Hilton Times Square," Drums said.

"Tell the driver to hurry!" Jen urged him as she moaned and rolled her head back, his hand between her legs.

They managed to keep their hands off each other as they walked through the lobby and checked into the Hilton. But Drums pushed Jen against the wall as soon as they were in the room. 

"You're dressed like a hooker, you know that?" he growled kissing her and pawing her little tits. He roughly pushed her to the floor, onto her hands and knees. "Is that what you are Jen? A whore?"

"God yeah I'm a slut, a whore!" Jen gasped as he roughly pulled up her skirt. 

He grinned seeing she wasn't wearing panties. "You missed me huh? You horny bitch. What, Mike not fuck you good this week?"

"Don't talk about him okay?"

"I'll talk about whatever I want slut!" Drums yelled slapping Jen's ass hard. He reached under her and squeezed her breast so hard it hurt. "You need to understand something Jen. I'm in charge, not you!" He pressed his cock against her pussy.

"Okay, okay, you're in control," Jen gasped. "But you have to wear a condom Frankie." She reached into her bag and pulled one out of the new box she'd bought yesterday. Twisting her body she rolled it onto him.

"You're mine this weekend," Drums said rolling her onto her back and kissing her.

"Yeah, I'm yours," she agreed between kisses. "But that's the one thing you have to do, okay? Condoms."

He scowled at her but didn't argue. He rolled her back onto her hands and knees. Positioning his cock he rammed it in!

Jen yelped with pain. "Go slow!" she told him.

"Fuck you bitch! It's time your pussy got used to my cock!" he yelled angrily. He was pissed she always made him use condoms. He shoved more of his cock into her pussy. "By the time I'm done with you you'll never be able to feel Mike's pencil dick again!"

"Oh god oh god," Jen moaned as Drums battered her pussy and mauled her breasts. She loved this! A man dominating her! Being taken like a slut! "I'm cumming! You're making me cum!"

Between strokes Drums rolled her onto her back, his powerful arms moving her petite body like a Barbie doll. As before he twisted her around while keeping his cock deep inside her. Then he pounded her again, barely missing a stroke, and he leaned down and kissed her. He wanted to be kissing her as she came, he wanted his tongue in her mouth as she climaxed on his cock.

Jen came, and like before, the spasms of her pussy pushed him over the edge! They yelled and moaned as incredible orgasmic pleasure shot through their bodies!

"Oh god," Jen sighed as her orgasm finally subsided. Her entire body tingled from all the pleasure his beautiful, wonderful cock had just given her.

"Careful," she said as he pulled out.

"I know, I know," he said irritably, holding the condom on as he pulled out. "You don't have to keep reminding me."

"Give me a minute okay?" Jen said and she went into the bathroom. She leaned on the sink, her hands on the basin. Her knees felt weak and her body still tingled. God he'd fucked her good!

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her hair was disheveled and her makeup a mess. Her dress was wrinkled and splatted with love juices, and her nylons were laddered around her knees.

She looked a mess. Like a slut, freshly fucked. The thought made her shiver with sexual desire!

Crossing her arms she took off the dress. She was naked underneath except for the stockings. They were ruined and she considered taking them off. But maybe Frankie was one of those men (like Mike) who got turned on by laddered stockings. She decided to leave them on, along with her high heels. She brushed her hair and redid her makeup, then she rejoined Frankie.

He smiled, seeing her naked. "We haven't really said hi," she giggled getting in the bed with him. She hugged and kissed him. 

"I missed you," Frankie said smiling into her face.

"Me too," Jen said smiling back.

"Sorry I was rough, I've been thinking about you all week," he said sheepishly.

"Don't apologize, I like it that way," Jen said.

"It's just, you really turn me on, and I get that way when I'm really turned on," Drums explained.

"It's okay, I like it rough," Jen assured him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You like getting fucked like a slut huh?" he said grinning at her.

"I really do," Jen said with an embarrassed laugh, blushing.

Drums took Jen's arms and pulled them above her head, pinning them there with one hand. With his other hand he caressed her arm, from her wrist to just below her shoulder. "Back in college, I knew you were a slut," he said.

"You did huh?" she said with a laugh. She liked the way he was treating her, pinning her arms above her head, taking control of her body, taking control of HER.

"I guess not so much a slut," he said. "More like, a nice girl who likes getting fucked hard. Who likes being treated like a slut."

"That's me," Jen admitted with giggle.

"Mike doesn't fuck you like that, does he?" 

"He does well enough," Jen said.

"I saw how he fucks you, last weekend," Drums said. "Does he always fuck you like that?"

"Mike doesn't fuck me Frankie," she said. "He makes love to me. There's a big difference."

"How romantic," Drums said with a scornful laugh. He moved his hand down. Now he caressed circles over her breast, around her nipple. She shivered at his touch. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy craved his cock. God, she was already horny again! So was he, she felt his hard cock pressing against her thigh!

"I get it now Jen," he said.

Jen was breathing hard, her chest heaving. She had her cum face on, her eyes glazed over with lust. "What do you get Frankie?" she panted.

"Why you fuck around," Drums said. "Mike doesn't do it for you. Yeah I get it, you love each other and he makes love to you. But you wanna get fucked like a slut, don't you? And he doesn't do that, does he Jen?"

"Sometimes I want that," Jen admitted.

"I give you that, right?" 

"Yeah you do," she said. "Are you gonna give me some now?"

"Mike doesn't give you want you need, does he?" he pressed.

"He gives me a lot Frankie," Jen said, getting annoyed at how he kept talking about Mike. Putting Mike down got her lovers hot, she understood that, it was an alpha guy thing. Sometimes it turned her on too. But she didn't want to talk about Mike. She wanted fucked!

He scrowled. "You want my cock slut?" he said taunting her. "Prove how much you want it!" He moved so his dick was in her face. "Suck it bitch!"

Smiling at him, Jen wrapped her hands around his shaft and opened her mouth wide. He was so thick she could only swallow his big cock head and a couple inches of his shaft. She bobbed up and down on his cock while she stroked his shaft with her hands.

"You can do better than that slut," Drums said derisively. He moved her onto the floor, on her knees. He stood up and she took him back into her mouth.

"Yeah, you look good like that," Drums admired looking down at his thick cock stretching her sexy mouth. He pushed more of his cock into her mouth. She smiled at him with her eyes, taking the extra inch into her mouth. It was hard having that much thick cock in her mouth but she could do it if she breathed through her nose.




Consequences Pt. 15



"Yeah, really good," he groaned. He put his hands behind her head and slowly stroked back and forth, his cock moving in and out of her mouth. "In college I always thought about fucking your pretty face," he said. "I never thought I'd be doing it."

He began moving faster, deeper, pushing more of his cock into her mouth with each thrust. Jen let him at first but soon he was pushing back against her throat, making her gag. She tried pulling away but he held her head tight in his two hands. As he went even deeper she took her hands off his shaft and pushed against his thighs, protesting.

"I know you love this slut!" Drums said, moving even faster and deeper now, fucking her face! She flailed her arms at her side as she couldn't breathe, gagging. Drums slowed down, letting her get used to the thick pole in her mouth. He continued to hold her head tight with his hands, not letting her pull away. Then he started moving deeper again, although this time he went slower. Jen found that if she raised her head slightly she could take him deeper down her throat. She concentrated to suppress her gang reflex. 

"Yeah, that's it," Drums praised her as he went even deeper. Drool gushed from her mouth, down her chin, her neck, onto her chest. Her nostrils flared as she tried to keep breathing, even with Drums shoving his thick shaft down her throat. With her head tilted up she looked right into his face. She couldn't move her head, he held her tight with his fingers laced in her hair, she had no choice but to let him fuck her mouth like a slutty whore. She felt so used and cheap, tears welled up in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks. At that moment she hated what he was doing to her. But she loved it too! She didn't want him to stop.

Abruptly he pulled his cock from her mouth. She gasped for air. "You love this don't you?" he said grinning as he slapped her pretty face with his cock.

"Fuck you," she said glaring at him.

Drums laughed, slapping his cock against her face again. "Open your mouth," he ordered her. "Open it."

Jen hesitantly opened her mouth.

Smiling triumphantly, Drums pushed his cock down Jen's throat again. His hands behind her head to keep her still, he moved his hips back and forth, using her mouth like a pussy. Jen did the best she could to keep from gagging, her nose flaring with each breath. She clutched the back of his muscular thighs for balance as he moved back and forth in and out of her mouth, her throat. She wanted him to cum, for it to be over.

"You love this don't you?" he taunted her, moving in and out of her mouth.

She nodded, hoping the admission would turn him on and make him cum faster.

"You're my slut aren't you?"

She nodded again.

"Yeah, this is what I like doing to my slut," he said, pumping harder and faster now. He was close. Sensing it, Jen tilted her head back further, allowing him further down her throat, concentrating not to gag. As he got closer he pounded her pretty face harder, holding her head still with his hands clutching her hair, tears flowing down Jen's cheeks.

"Oh fuck yeah!" Drums cried as his back arched, his hips jerking wildly as cum exploded from his cock directly down Jen's throat. Jen's arms flailed by her sides as she couldn't breathe with the combination of his thick cock in her mouth and his cum shooting down her throat.

Finally Drums pulled out of her mouth. She gasped for air even as cum continued to shoot from his cock, splattering her face and hair.

Jen was a mess, spit and cum all over her face, hair and tits, her chest heaving, gasping for air. 

"I want a picture of this," Drums said with a laugh.

"No Frankie," Jen said bubbles of spit and cum forming between her lips as she spoke. "Give me a towel."

"It's your phone," Drums said.

Jen saw him holding her phone. Whatever. "Go ahead," she said.

"What's your password?" he asked.

She wasn't going to give him her password. With a shaky hand she typed in the 4 numbers. "Hurry up," she said.

Drums used her phone to take pictures of her, focusing on her face, her mouth, her tits, and then her entire body kneeling on the floor in just laddered stockings and high heels. Finally he gave her a towel.

She wiped her face and chest. She wanted a shower. "Happy now?" she said to him.

Drums suddenly pulled her onto the bed and shoved two fingers into her pussy. He violently finger fucked her as he rubbed her clit hard with his thumb. 'Don't give me shit, I know you loved it," he taunted her.

Within moments Jen screamed as she came on his fingers, arching her back and digging her nails into the mattress.

They took a shower together. In contrast to how he'd treated her just moments ago, Drums tenderly washed her hair and tenderly lathered her body with soap. Afterwards they got into bed under the covers.

"What was that all about?" Jen asked. She had her head on his chest and his arm was around her.

He shrugged. He loved being with her. He'd never met any girl like her. All week he'd looked forward to the weekend, more so after Jen told him Mike would be away and he'd have her all to himself. But still he was annoyed, angry even.

"You said you like it rough," he said evasively.

"I do, but something's bothering you," Jen said reading him.

He didn't know how to explain what he was feeling. He didn't normally talk about his feelings with girls. Finally he said, "It's like, Mike's not here, but he is here."

"You're the one who keeps bring him up," Jen said.

"Yeah but ... you're always thinking about him ... you say how you love him, how he makes love to you, how great he is, blah blah blah."

"He's my husband Frankie," Jen said. "I'm not sure what you're saying."

"I'm saying ... it's like ... you're supposed to be my girlfriend right? I know it's temporary. But how can I feel like you're my girlfriend if you're always telling me how great Mike is? You said you'd help me learn how to be a boyfriend. How can you do that if you're always thinking about him?"

Jen put her hands on his chest, her fingers interfaced, resting her chin there, thinking. Finally she said, "How about this? Let's not talk about Mike anymore. When I'm with you I'll try not to think about him. Okay?" 

To emphasize the point, Jen took off her wedding and engagement rings. She reached over and put them into her bag. "See?" she said showing him her now ringless left hand. "I'm not married anymore. I'm just your girlfriend."

He grinned. "Okay," he said, feeling better. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her.

She kissed him back. They got hot again but were too spent to go at it again so quickly. Jen snuggled into his arms and they fell asleep into a nap. 

Jen awoke with Drums's lips around her nipples, licking and tonguing her. He was gently rubbing her clit with his fingers. "God," she moaned arching her back.

He got on top of her, his cock hard and pressing against her pussy lips. She was about to remind him to wear a condom when he kissed her, stopping her from saying anything. 

"Just this once," he said to her. "I don't want anything between us. I'll pull out."

Jen knew her body, her cycles. She knew she was probably safe. And she wanted to feel Frankie bare inside her. But she promised Mike she'd make Frankie use a condom, unless they talked about it first.

"We can't Frankie," she said reaching for a condom. "I promised Mike."

"You said you wouldn't think about Mike," he said scowling.

"You're making me think of him," Jen said.

"Come on Jen," he urged her. "Sometimes a girlfriend doesn't make her boyfriend wear a condom, right?"

She couldn't help laughing at his point. "A boyfriend doesn't pressure his girlfriend when she doesn't want to either." She rubbed his arm to take the sting out of her words. "Frankie, this isn't about Mike. If I was single -- really single -- I'd still want to use a condom. I'm not on the pill remember? And you cum a lot. Do you want to get me pregnant?"

Giving him a lopsided smile, she held up the condom and said "Now are you going to let me put this on you, or are you going to leave me hanging?"

Frankie couldn't help grinning back. He let Jen roll the condom on him. Then he pushed inside her. God her silky smooth pussy felt so good! And she was definitely looser now, he went in a lot easier. He smiled inside and silently said, "Fuck you Mike."

Drums fucked her hard and gave her another intense, toe curling orgasm. They snuggled after he came, then she got out of bed. "I've got to go," she said.

"I thought we had all weekend together," Frankie protested.

"Mike's brother showed up last night," Jen explained. "I can't leave him alone all day. I'll go to a movie with him or something. I'll be back tonight okay?"

Jen carried her bag into the bathroom. She'd brought a change of clothes. She took off the laddered stockings and high heels. Then she put on panties, bra, tights, a sweater, skirt and flats. She brushed her hair and fixed her makeup. 

"I'll see you later okay?" she said kissing Drums.

"Okay," he said still looking disappointed she was going. He smiled and said "I got tickets for Tears for Fears tonight."

"Really?" she said excitedly. "I heard they were doing a tour, I can't wait!"

Joe was eating vegetables when she got home. "Hey you, how'd your doctor appointment go?" she asked brightly.

"Okay," he said with a shrug. "I'll get the results next week."

"Are you a vegetarian now?" Jen asked looking at the plate of vegetables.

"My doctor's kind of new wave, he believes in holistic treatments," Joe explained. "Healthy foods, exercise, treating the spirit along with the body, that kind of thing."

"Oh okay," Jen said. "As long as it works. Wanna go see a movie?"

"Sure, I'm done," he said putting the dishes in the dish washer.

They had a great time at the movies, watching the new Spider-man movie. Afterwards they stopped for a drink.

"So are you dating?" Jen asked sipping her Cosmopolitan. She knew he didn't date a lot. She didn't understand that because he was really cute and had a great personality.

"Here and there," he said. Then he laughed sheepishly and admitted "Not really."

"Why?"

"It's hard with the cancer thing," Joe said.

"I thought you beat that," Jen said concerned.

"I have, but it's still always there," Joe said with a shrug. "I have a checkup every three months to make sure there's not a relapse. I don't know. I guess girls see me as damaged goods."

"You're not damaged goods Joe," she assured him, squeezing his hand. "You're really cute, you're nice and a lot of fun. I bet a lot of girls want to date you."

They finished their drinks and returned home. Jen felt bad for Joe. For a brief moment she thought about canceling with Drums so she wouldn't have to leave Joe alone. But she really wanted to see Drums, both because she wanted to see the Tears for Fears concert, and because she wanted more of his body. She got wet just thinking about him!

Jen decided to go with a retro look for the concert: tube top, mini-skirt and low heeled boots. She wore fishnet pantyhose but no panties. The skirt and boots were made of shiny vinyl. She wore a strapless bra under the tube top, mostly for Joe's benefit so he wouldn't see her leaving the apartment with her nipples denting the stretchy fabric.

"Wow, you look great!" Joe said admiringly as she stepped out of the bedroom.

"Thanks, we're going to a Tears for Fears concert," Jen said.

"A who?" Joe asked.

"Tears for Fears, you know the 80s band?" Jen said.

"Were you even born in the 80s?" Joe joked.

"Shut up!" she said laughing. As she left she said "I'll probably be out late."

"Don't worry about me," Joe said. "I have more tests tomorrow morning so I'll be going to bed soon."

Jen met Drums at the concert. "Hey you," she said approaching him. She gave him a brief hug hello, still worried about people seeing her with him.

They went inside. It was dark and she didn't see anyone she knew. "Come here you," she said wrapping her arms around her neck. They kissed and soon they were trading tongue, their hands roaming. "God I want you so bad," she moaned into his mouth. 

"Fuck the concert, let's go back to my hotel room," Drums said working his hands under her skirt.

"No, I want to see the concert," Jen said giggling pushing his hands away.

They had a great time at the concert. Much of the time they laughed and talked as if the music was background noise, trading stories about their favorite bands. Other times they danced and sang along with the 80s band. When the band sang their big hits, "Shout" and "Everybody Wants to Rule the World," Drums wrapped his arms around Jen and softly sung along in her ear. Jen hugged Drums's arms to her bosom, listening more to him than the band.

They constantly touched during the concert, sometimes sexually (Drums feeling up her tits and Jen grabbing his ass) other times intimately (holding hands or their arms around each other). Jen was less concerned about people seeing them the longer the concert went, partly because it was dark but also because they were drinking beers and getting tipsy.

They were all over each other in the taxi back to the Hilton Times Square. In his hotel room Drums attacked her. She reminded him again to use a condom. He put one on and then he was rough and dominating, slapping her ass and treating her like a cheap whore. She loved it! Drums gave her another intense orgasm!

Afterwards they lay panting, Drums's arm around her. "You notice I'm getting inside you easier?" he said grinning at her.

"Your point?" Jen said with a laugh. She knew exactly where he was going with this. Men were all the same!

"I'm just saying you're getting used to me," he said grinning at her. His message was clear. If her pussy was stretching for him, it would be cavernous around Mike's little pencil dick.

"I guess I am," Jen said with a giggle. She decided not to say anything more. She wasn't worried about her pussy tightening up again for Mike, it always had before. Anyway she was feeling too good being with Frankie. She ran her fingertips along the tattoos on his arms. "You are so freaking amazing," she gushed beaming into his eyes.

He smiled feeling incredibly happy. "Next weekend we're in South Beach. I'm going to a tattoo parlor to add to my right arm. You ought to come. It's really cool to see a tattoo artist work."

"That sounds like fun, just let me check with Mike," Jen said kissing his bicep where the new tat would go. "Remember I said I'd help you be a better boyfriend? Can I tell you something?"

"Sure," he said smiling at her and stroking her shoulder.

She said gently "You know I want you to use condoms, but you make me tell you every time. It'd be better for me if you just did it without me reminding you."

His face clouded over. "I feel like you don't trust me," he said. "I told you I'd pull out."

"Do you know how many times guys have promised to pull out but didn't?" Jen said. "You know how it is during sex." She rubbed his arm. "I'm not on the pill Frankie. And I'm Catholic, I don't believe in abortion or the morning after pill. I make Mike use condoms too Frankie. Okay?"

He finally grinned and said "Okay." 

Wanting to change the subject, Jen said "Thanks for taking me to the concert! I had so much fun tonight!"

"Mike doesn't take you to concerts?" he asked.

"We do, sometimes," she said. "Mostly Broadway musicals, symphonies, opera sometimes."

"Ugh!" Drums said pretending like he was going to throw up. "You don't do fun stuff?"

"That stuff is fun," Jen insisted, laughing. He looked doubtful, and they both laughed. 

They snuggled more then he said "Thanks for not wearing your wedding rings." He caressed her ringless left hand.

"Oh yeah, sure," Jen said realizing she'd forgotten to put her rings back on when she was with Joe. She felt guilty, realizing she hadn't called Mike today. She called him briefly yesterday to tell him Joe was staying at their apartment, but today had been so busy with Joe and Frankie she hadn't had a chance to call. 

She looked at the clock. It was pass midnight. "I better go Frankie," she said getting out of the bed.

He grabbed her wrist. "Stay over tonight," he said.

"I can't, my brother is staying with us," she said. Joe was mostly an excuse. What she really needed to do was call Mike and it would be better if she did that at home. She quickly dressed. 

"Come on, stay," Drums urged her, getting up and putting his arms around her. "You can leave first thing tomorrow." He pulled down the tube top and unsnapped the strapless bra, tossing it across the room. Holding her from behind he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples. "Stay," he said again. He kissed up her neck.

Jen moaned, her head rolling back. She'd love to stay the night. She love to fuck Frankie all night and then sleep in his arms. But ...

Drums pulled up her skirt and he sucked hard on her neck. "No Frankie ..." Jen said, but her protest came out like a moan and she reached back and wrapped an arm around his head.

Drums pushed Jen against the wall and then ran his hand between her firm ass cheeks, lingering over her pussy. She was soaking again! With a violent tug he ripped her pantyhose, exposing her ass and making Jen yelp. 

With one hand Drums laced his fingers in Jen's lush blonde hair and pressed her face against the wall. With his other he rolled on a condom. Then he positioned his hard cock. He bent at the knees to get the right angle, and then with a powerful thrust he rammed his cock into Jen's pussy, making her grimace at the sudden fullness. She was still tight but not nearly as tight as before. He got balls deep inside her after just a few moments.

Drums fucked her hard from behind, her face and chest pressed against the wall, pushed onto her tiptoes with each powerful thrust! He held her hips tight as he ravaged her pussy! With her cheek smashed against the wall Jen moaned and clawed at the wallpaper as Drums fucked her towards another massive orgasm!

Jen cried out as her orgasm hit, the pleasure shooting through her body. Moments later Drums came, his hips jerking so hard during his climax Jen was lifted off her feet, impaled on his long thick shaft!

Jen was still pressed against the wall as they both panted, Jen breathing hard against the wall, Drums against her neck. Eventually Drums pulled out and stepped away. The hard fucking and incredible orgasm left Jen weak kneed. She softly collapsed to the floor, chanting "god oh god."

Eventually Jen got up. Drums helped her. They wrapped their arms around each other. "You're so freaking incredible," Jen gushed, still out of breath.

"A good boyfriend?" Drums said grinning.

"You're learning," she teased. She gingerly took off the condom (again full of a ton of sperm) and threw it in the toilet. She brought back a warm wet cloth. Getting on her knees, she tenderly wiped his cock. She kissed the head before standing up again.

"I've really got to go," Jen said. "My brother's at home."

"I get it," Drums said reluctantly. 

Jen pulled up the tube top. She didn't bother with the bra. She took off the ruined pantyhose then pushed down the skirt. She didn't bother brushing her hair, just running a hand through it. 

She glanced in the mirror. God, she looked a mess! But she was going right home. Joe was already asleep. No one would see her.

There was a big hickey on her neck. "God Frankie," she sighed, running her finger along it.

"Sorry, I guess I got kinda crazy," he said with a sheepish smile.

"Jerk," she said with a crooked grin, giving him a playful hit on the chest. She'd have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow with Joe. 

"Joe's leaving tomorrow," she said. "Why don't you come over after? I'll call you." They kissed like lovers who didn't want to part. Then Jen reluctantly left. 




Consequences Pt. 15



Jen felt self-conscious in the taxi home. She knew she looked freshly fucked. Fortunately it was dark, although the driver glanced repeatedly in the mirror at her braless tits in the tube top.

Jen was distracted as she entered her loft apartment. It was just after 1am in NYC but in San Jose it was only 10pm. Mike probably would be awake, upset she hadn't called all day. It was better she call from home, so he saw she was at home (via caller ID) and not spending the night with Frankie. She'd like to spend the night with Frankie sometime. It wasn't just the sex, she really enjoyed being with him. But she knew she needed to be careful with Mike. He might say "I want you to lose yourself in Frankie," but there were some things that really got him upset, and a big one was her sleeping with her lover.

Jen was halfway across the living room, distracted by these thoughts, when she realized Joe was there. He was awake, and staring at her! She was horrified! She knew she looked freshly fucked! She was braless and the stretchy material of the tube top was molded around her breasts. Her pantyhose was gone, her hair tussled! And she had the hickey on her neck!

Joe's eyes were locked on her bosom. She looked down. God! Her nipples were hard and dented the tube top, their darkness clearly visible.

"Um, hi," she said, then she walked quickly into her bedroom. "Oh god, Joe knows I'm having an affair!" she thought her heart sinking. What if he tells Mike's (his) parents?

She hurriedly undressed and took a shower. She didn't want to smell like sex or Frankie's cologne. She put on VS cotton panties and Mike's old frat t-shirt. Then she put on her big fluffy cotton robe. Steeling herself she went out in the living room.

"Hey you, I thought you were going to bed early," Jen said sitting across from Joe and forcing a natural smile.

"I couldn't sleep," Joe said, his face neutral. "How was the concert?"

"God it was out of control," Jen said beginning her lie. "People were drinking and so crazy. One guy grabbed me and sucked on my neck. The bouncers kicked him out. God Mike is going to be so mad, he put a hickey on me."

"I'm sure Mike will understand," Joe said, looking doubtful.

Jen chatted with Joe a little longer, then wished him goodnight. Back in her bedroom, she leaned against the closed door. God ... she thought Joe sort of bought her lie. At least it explained the hickey and her messed up hair. As for her the absence of pantyhose ... well, maybe the jerk at the concert pushed her down and ripped them. She started feeling better. The lie explained everything and wasn't too farfetched. 

Then her heart sank as she remembered the bra. Where had her bra gone? "Okay, maybe I took off my bra because I got drunk at the concert too," she thought to herself. She shrugged. She decided to go with that story if Joe quizzed her tomorrow, she couldn't think of anything better.

She got under the covers in bed and called Mike. He picked up on the first ring. Clearly he'd been waiting for her call. The realization of that made her feel guilty. She remembered her wedding rings! She hastily grabbed them from her bag and put them back on her left hand.

"How'd today go?" Mike asked, clearly bothered.

"Oh god baby, you won't believe what happened," Jen said. She explained walking in on Joe and how he saw her looking so freshly fucked. "Do you think he believed me?"

Hearing the distress in Jen's voice, Mike's emotions switched from being upset to wanting to comfort his wife. "I'm sure everything's okay," he assured. "It's a good story, it explains everything. Don't worry, Joe won't tell mom and dad."

Jen felt relieved. Then her guilt returned. She said "I'm sorry I haven't called before now. It was just so busy with Joe and Frankie."

"Thanks for spending time with Joe," Mike said.

"Of course baby, you know I like him," Jen said. Joe was easy for her to like, he was a lot like Mike.

"Sorry he's there, Drums could be spending the night with you," Mike said.

"I guess ..." Jen said noncommittally. "If I spend the night with Frankie I want you here."

"If you're sleeping with Drums why does it matter if I'm there?" Mike said with a playful laugh.

"It's like when I slept with Alec you were in the next room, or when I slept with Jamie you were in Miami too," Jen said. "That way even though I'm with someone else we're still connected. I don't want you upset. And I want you there, I kinda like having you around mister."

"Okay," Mike chuckled. The upset was gone from his voice now. Jen felt relieved and a little less guilty. She decided to hold off telling Mike about the wedding ring thing until he got home tomorrow.

"So how's Drums?" Mike asked. She heard excitement in his voice.

"Freaking amazing," Jen gushed. "He took me to a Tears for Fears concert!"

"How was it?"

"Awesome!" she gushed. She excitedly recounted the highlights of the concert.

"So you really like him," Mike said.

"I do," Jen admitted. "He's fun, we have things in common, he's hot." She laughed. "Don't worry honey, I'm not going to fall in love with him."

"It's okay if you get close to him," Mike assured her. He laughed too. "It's my wish remember? I want you to let yourself go."

"Are you hard right now?" Jen asked. "Are you playing with yourself?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to tell you something?"

"Yeah," Mike said breathing harder.

"I am letting myself go with Frankie," Jen said. "I am kinda getting close to him. I guess I'm kinda infatuated with him."

"Okay," Mike said stroking himself faster.

"Do you like hearing that?" Jen said.

"Yeah," Mike said his heart pounding.

"Wanna hear more?"

"Yeah."

"You know back in college? It's good I didn't meet Frankie before you. Cause I definitely would've fallen for him."

"Really?" Mike said. Jen heard the jealousy and anxiety in his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," she said. "I wouldn't have married him. Frankie's just another player and I would've figured that out eventually. You and I would've still gotten together. It would've just been more complicated if I'd dated Frankie first, you know?"

"How do you know that?" Mike asked. "Say you were dating Drums when you met me, at the frat. You would've seen me as one of the other geeks like Simon and Zack.

"You're a lot more impressive than that Mike," Jen assured him.

"You say that now, because you know me," Mike said. "But if you were dating Frankie you wouldn't have given me a second look."

"I would have," Jen assured him. "You're a lot better looking than you think honey." After a moment she asked "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said.

"I'm just telling you this because you want me to get close to Frankie. I'm just trying to tell you, I am getting close to him. That's what you want right? Your wish?"

"Yeah," Mike said. She heard anxiety in his voice. Excitement too.

"I'm not going to fall in love with him Mike," she assured him. 

After a few moments Mike said "I'm okay. I want to keep going, the whole 9 weeks. I want this. Keep letting yourself go with him." After a moment, he added "You want that right?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "I like being with him. He's different, uncomplicated. That kinda appeals to me right now."

"He fucks you good too, right?" Mike said with a laugh. 

"Yeah, that too," Jen said laughing back. "Are you still playing with yourself?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "Have you fucked a lot?"

"Yeah," Jen said blushing. "He's kinda rough." She quickly added "I like it though, he doesn't hurt me."

"What does he do?" Mike asked excitedly.

"He slaps my ass. He calls me names. He treats me like a slut. He calls me his cheap whore."

"That turns you on, right?"

"Yeah," she admitted blushing. "Sometimes I want to be treated like a slut. But I don't want to be a slut. Does that make sense?" She laughed self-reproachfully. She was regularly fucking 3 guys not her husband, Alex, Jamie and Frankie, and if given half a chance she'd fuck Frankie's gorgeous friend Malcom. "I guess I am I'm a slut."

"You're not a slut honey, you're just really sensual," Mike assured her. "There's nothing wrong with liking sex."

She smiled. He always made her feel good about herself, always put her on a pedestal. She thought of the pictures Frankie took. "You might not say that if you saw the pictures Frankie took," she said.

"Pictures?" 

"He fucked my face really hard," Jen explain. "God I was such a mess. He took pictures."

"Was that a good idea?" Mike said concerned. He didn't like the idea of another guy having explicit pictures of his wife. He suspected Collin had pictures, but that was back in college.

"He used my phone baby," Jen said.

"Oh okay," Mike said. He grinned. "Send them to me."

"Okay, but prepare yourself," she giggled. She got her iPhone and emailed the pictures to her husband.

"God ..." Mike gasped a few moments later, looking at the pictures. His wife's pretty face was completely covered with spit and Frankie's cum, so were her small perky titties.

"Pretty slutty huh?" Jen said feeling embarrassed and like a slut. 

"You're so beautiful!" Mike gushed. "God you're incredible!"

She smiled, beaming into the phone. "Seriously?" she giggled. Mike always saw the best in her, no matter what. "Can you believe how much he cums?"

"He always cums that much?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yeah," she said. She decided to tease him and said "Good thing he's using condoms or I'd seriously be pregnant right now."

"Is he trying to fuck you bareback?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yeah, but I told him a good boyfriend doesn't pressure his girlfriend," Jen said with a giggle.

"That's what you are, his girlfriend?" Mike asked his voice hoarse with excitement.

"That's what you want me to be, right baby? You know what he said?"

"What?"

"He said he's stretching me, because it's getting easier for him to get inside me."

"God Jen," Mike gasped, furiously stroking himself. "His cock feels good?"

"His cock feels freaking amazing Mike," Jen gushed. "God he fills me up. I think he's the thickest I've ever had. He probably is stretching my pussy. I'm sorry baby, I might not be as tight for you after Frankie gets done with me."

"Ugh god!" Mike grunted as he came.

Jen giggled hearing her husband cum. "Did you like that?" she asked smiling into the phone.

"Yeah," Mike said panting.

"You know I'm just teasing you," Jen said. "My pussy will get tight for you again, it always has before."

"I guess I'll find out tomorrow," Mike said still panting.

"Frankie's coming over tomorrow after Joe leaves," Jen said.

"Okay," Mike said. "He'll be gone before I get home though, right?"

"Definitely baby, I want alone time with you," Jen promised.

Back in the guest room, Joe was stroking his cock fantasizing about Jen. He didn't buy the jerk at the concert story. Clearly she was having an affair, fucking around behind his brother's back. The thought both disturbed and bothered him. Joe closed his eyes as he stroked his shaft, remembering how she looked in the tube top. She'd clearly been braless, it was like the tube top was painted on her chest. He wondered if she'd been full of another man's sperm when she got home. That was probably why she rushed to take a shower. Joe beat off furiously as he thought how sexy and slutty his sister was. 

Jen got up early and made Joe breakfast. "Thanks for letting me crash here," Joe said.

"You're always welcome here Joe," Jen said.

"I really like New York, that's why I picked a doctor here," he explained. "I like him, he's trying new things. The holistic approach seems right to me." He laughed. "Being in New York has the added advantage of getting away from mom and dad.'

"They're in your business?" Jen asked with a knowing smile. "I'd hate to live in the same town as my parents."

"Yeah," Joe said and they both laughed. A little later they hugged goodbye and Joe left.

From the window Jen watched Joe get in a taxi and drive off. She immediately picked up the phone and called Drums. "He's gone," she said.

"I'll be right there," Drums said excitedly.

They fucked all day long. When they weren't fucking they were laughing and talking, holding hands, hugging. They took a nap after lunch. When they woke up their bodies were tangled together. They immediately fucked again. Jen was running out of condoms, she'd have to get more that week.

As it started getting dark Jen said, "You better leave Frankie, Mike will be home soon."

"Let me stay tonight," he asked looking hopeful. "My plane's not until tomorrow morning." He grinned. "We can give Mike a show."

Jen smiled back. Mike might like that. And she wouldn't mind more of Frankie, despite the fact that his cock had already been inside her most of the day. But communication was important. She and Mike needed alone time before the stress of the week started up again.

She ushered Drums out of the apartment, back to his room at the Hilton. "You're coming to Miami this weekend, right?" he asked just before he left.

"Yeah, let me just talk to Mike," she said.

By the time Mike got home Jen had changed the sheets, showered and put her wedding rings back on. She was in his old frat t-shirt and fluffy cotton socks when he got home. As soon as he was inside she melted into his arms. "I missed you baby," she said snuggling into his arms.

They got into bed. "My meetings went really well," Mike said. "The Memphis people let me set up data feeds. I think we can start testing the prototype tomorrow."

"That's so good!" Jen said. She felt guilty because she'd barely thought about Memphis all weekend. But that was part of the reason Mike wanted her to spend the weekend with Frankie, to relax and mentally recuperate. But now she had her team leader cap back on. It would be huge if Mike could demo the prototype with real live data at the Memphis pitch later that week.

"How's Joe?" Mike asked.

"He'll get the test results back this week," Jen said. "We should invite him to stay here when he's in New York. You know my friend Maude? I'm going to set them up on a blind date the next time he's here."

"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. "So what movie did you see?"

"The new Spider-man movie."

"Oh okay," Mike said a smile coming to him face. "I want to see that."

Jen narrowed her eyes playfully at Mike. "You wanna see it because Emma Stone is blonde and pretty, and has long legs."

Mike knew he was busted. "You're way prettier than Emma Stone," he said kissing Jen. "Anyway, I think she's really a redhead."

"Yeah, and like, you would know that," Jen said with playful sarcasm. She moved to poke him in the chest but he grabbed her wrist and tickled her. Soon they were tickling each other, laughing and rolling in the bed. The tickling turned into kissing and that led to serious making out.

Mike pulled up her shirt and looked at his wife's sexy flat tummy. He ran his fingertips around her cute innie belly button, then along the waistband of her VS cotton panties.

"I'm kinda sore," she said.

"That's okay," Mike said. "What'd you and Drums do today?"

"Um ... he got me sore," Jen said with a giggle.

"How many times did you do it today?"

"A lot," Jen answered. "Five times."

"Wow," Mike said surprised. That was a lot even for Jen. "So you're really into him, huh?"

"He's just new," she said. "You know how I get at the beginning." She reached into Mike's shorts and put her hand around his cock. He was hard. "This is my favorite one."

"It's too small to make you sore," Mike said, his breathing getting heavier.

"That's a good thing, you know?" Jen said slowly stroking him. She sat up and pulled down his shorts and started stroking him again. "You're so wonderful Mike. You love me no matter what. You let me be with other guys. Now you're helping me save my company. I'm so lucky to have you."

"I'm the lucky one," Mike said looking into his wife's beautiful face. "Can you take off your shirt?" She crossed her arms and took off the shirt.

He stared at her breasts. They were little but perfect, upturned perky nipples. He never tired of looking at them. Then he saw the hickey on her neck. He frowned as he ran his fingertips along it.

"I told Frankie not to do that again," she assured him.

"Okay," Mike said. 

"You have the sexiest body," he said running his finger tips from her tits, over her sexy flat stomach, around her bare pussy and down her long shapely legs. "I get so hot, thinking about other guys using your body."

"My body belongs to you," Jen said.

"Yeah," Mike murmured, but he was thinking about Drums using his wife's body five times that day. And how many times the whole weekend? 

"Frankie invited us to Miami next weekend," she said, stroking him again. She looked torn. "I'm not sure we can get away, with work."

"Sure we can," Mike said. "Either the Memphis meeting is a success, so we celebrate, or it's not, and we'll want to go someplace and get drunk."

"I guess you're right," Jen said with a laugh. "Okay, I'll tell Frankie we'll be there."

"Will you see Jamie?" 

"I'm not sure," Jen said. "I'll think about it." After a few moments she hesitantly said "I took off my wedding rings this weekend." She quickly added "I kept the Sophia ring on."

"What happened?" Mike asked.

"Frankie wanted me to feel like his girlfriend," Jen explained. She admitted, "I guess I did too." Jen felt Mike's cock jerk in her hand. She grinned and said "You like that?"

Mike nodded. "I want you to get close to him," he said. "I want you to let yourself go."

"He really wants me to spend the night with him," she said. 

"Do you want to?"

"Yeah, sorta," Jen admitted. "It would be nice. I don't want you to get upset though." She stroked him faster. With her other hand she lightly scrapped her nails along the underside of his balls, knowing he loved that.

"I'm cumming!" Mike panted.

"Go ahead baby, cum," Jen urged him, stroking him faster. A moment later Mike's hips jerked and he came. Jen couldn't help noticing how little he came compared to Frankie. 

Later, as he spooned her, Mike said "You should sleep with Drums in Miami. I'll stay at the same hotel, in another room. Like how we did it with Jamie."

"You're sure?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mike said. "You'll be with him, his girlfriend. I'll be there as the band's sponsor."

The next day Jen got her period. She was relieved, because if she'd been pregnant she wouldn't be sure who the father was without doing a blood test. But it meant Mike didn't have penetration sex with her all the next week.



Consequences Pt. 16



Author's note: A great benefit of writing stories is corresponding with people who are living this lifestyle in real life (in contrast to my stories that are just based -- sometimes closely, sometimes loosely -- on real life). CompersionHub told me some snippets of his hot wife with her lover, describing how her lover fucked her so good that when she got horny, she found herself thinking about her lover instead of her husband. He said her lover "used up all her horniness, so she didn't have any left for me." That line really struck me, it so captured perfectly the cuckold fetish. With CompersionHub's permission I'm using that line in this chapter. 

A few comments about recent feedback ... wow, I thought "Loving Wives" readers were tough. I was wrong, they don't compare in ferocity to "Incest/Taboo" readers. Why did I abruptly use the "Incest" category for Part 15? It was intentional. I guess I can only say, the challenge with a serial is the reader can't immediately turn to the next chapter (in contrast to a book). You'll just have to wait, assuming you want to. And I am 100% okay if you want to drop off. If fact, if this story bothers you then please do, cause it ain't getting any easier for Mike.

Along the same lines, I want to respond to this comment on the last chapter: 

When?

06/04/14 By: Anonymous 

I first off want to thank the author of this series for taking the time to write a story that so accurately depicts the conflicting emotions of a man who loves someone but also enjoys seeing that person with someone else. It is a terrible way to go through life but it at times feel like it's something you cannot control. It becomes a journey of highs and lows that I do not think can be compared to any other personal relationship between people. Some of you call this sick and in some ways it is a sickness, it is a need to have someone you love constantly betray you and hurt you while at the same time trying to have faith that at the heart of it all they still love you. There is no cure for this other than hours and hours of therapy trying to get to the root of why a person feels the constant need to be degraded. This being said you the author have made some of us care about these characters and feel their pain and love. In an interlude in the previous series you mentioned that chapter 12 was going to finish this rollercoaster of emotions we are riding in reading this series. Now with your latest post we are only in week 3 of a proposed 9 1/2 weeks of drums and jen's dating....then we have to get to wish three. Even the greatest rollercoaster rides in the world come to an end. Can u please let us know what some kind of time frame is for ending this. This way if we want we can step back for a while and let you finish this excruciatingly accurate emotional piece. Then we can pick it up when it is finished so we don't have to wonder if this going to take us and our own feelings for these two main characters into weeks and weeks of wondering and waiting. As a personal request and I don't expect it to affect your storyline I really am hoping that you can find a way to have these two stop playing "the game" and find happiness with just each other. 

So here's the timeline. We're about to start Week 4, which is a separate chapter. I think Week 5 will be a separate chapter. Weeks 6-9 kind of go together – you'll see what I mean – but I haven't decided if I'm going to combine any of the weeks in a chapter. 

Then we move to the last "phase" of Consequences. Where all the loose ends get tied up. I'm not sure how many chapters that will take. Sometimes the characters start talking and I just go with it. 

So, if you'd prefer to read the rest of the story as a finished work, rather than a serial, then I think Consequences will be done this summer. But I can't give you a specific date because I don't know. In the last chapter of Consequences, I'll try to remember to put "Final Chapter" or something like that in the description so you'll know it's the last one. 

Then – and I'm sure this'll get a lot of cursing from those of you who despise my work -- I'll tell you there is one more story about Mike and Jen after Consequences. Hope this helps, thanks for your comment.

Some people have commented that this story is long and redundant. Here's what I'm trying to do with this story. I'm trying to document the life of a couple who are into this hot wife/cuckold lifestyle. It's an extreme fantasy and they're learning. They do something once, there's drama, so the next time they try to learn from their mistakes. You might ask, why don't they stop if there's so much drama? Because they're addicted to the excitement. And because this is fiction (please remember that). 

Here's how I see their evolution:

In "He Fucked My Girl," Jen and Mike start their journey. They're both young, still in college. Jen loves Mike, but she's a romantic, and she's attracted to guys who are not good for her. Mike pushes her into Ricky's arms (because he's got a major cuckold fetish), and Jen falls heads over heels over Ricky, both because she's addicted to his body and his alpha male personality, and because she loves the thrill of a new relationship and all the NRE. Mike ends up getting really upset. Jen sees that and breaks it with Ricky. 

Mike and Jen get back together. But they both still have fantasies and desires. They love each other but they go through a rough patch. Jen wasn't ready to break it with Ricky. It's not that she loved Ricky, she didn't. But the affair hadn't run its course. Mike senses that. So that kind of distances Mike and Jen. Jen's vulnerable then to when she meets Scott. And deep down Mike wants to see Jen with another guy again. This plays out in "All In My Head." But as with Ricky, there are no boundaries with their game. Jen loses herself again with Scott, and Mike adds fuel to the fire with his extreme fantasies. There's more drama, and Jen finally breaks up with Scott.

So now we get to "Making It Work." Mike and Jen now have a better understanding of each other, and themselves. Jen starts a relationship with Tom. Mike is good with it. He's more confident in himself and more secure with Jen. He's okay with Jen's affair with Tom, he's getting off on it. Jen really likes Tom, but she doesn't lose herself as she did with Ricky and Scott. She's older, has more experience, is in better control of herself, is more sensitive to Mike's feelings. Problem is, Tom really wants Jen. He forces Jen to make a choice. Jen of course chooses Mike. It really isn't a hard choice for her, other than not wanting to hurt Tom's son, who she's gotten close to. 

Now we get to the present story "Consequences." Mike and Jen are 100% committed to each other. They still want to play the game, but now they are confident how to make it work for both of them. Because they're confident, they start exploring more extreme elements of the cuckold fantasy. Mike gets jealous and upset at times, but Jen has come to understand that those dark emotions turn Mike on as long as she doesn't go too far. The worse she got was with Mike's first wish, but that was exciting for both of them. So they're both really enjoying the game. Mike likes her with Drums, he loves seeing Jen wild and carefree, embracing her sensuality, being a social butterfly, being flirty, loving life, craving sex, getting high even (as long as she's safe about it). That's the version of Jen he loves the most, not the corporate Jen she was turning into. He loves that Jen too but worries about her, he doesn't want his wife to lose her love of life.

But people have to grow up, so they've decided to stop playing after Mike's third wish. They have it all planned out. Play out Mike's second wish for her to be with Drums, then play out his third wish. After they'll stop playing the game and live happily ever after.

So that's where we are people. Mike and Jen have it all planned out.

But have you heard the riddle – what does God call a carefully laid out plan?

Answer: A joke.

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~~ Week 4 ~~

Jen and her team worked non-stop to prepare for the Memphis pitch meeting on Thursday. Mike worked around the clock on the prototype too, and the tests on Memphis data were successful.

Allie and Scott were concerned about pinning all their hopes on Mike's prototype. "I appreciate what he's doing, I really do, but he's not a marketing guy," Allie said gently to Jen. "I don't understand how the software works."

"None of us understands it," Scott said agreeing with Allie. "How do we pitch it to Memphis if we don't understand it?"

Jen shared their concerns. But in the end they decided to make Mike's software the centerpiece of their pitch. They had no choice. It was the only thing they had to distinguish themselves from the big mega-firms.

The pressure was unbearable on Jen. Her partners looked over her shoulder and questioned all her decisions. Everyone knew the importance of this meeting. If it didn't go well, they wouldn't make the cut down to the final 3 candidate lead firms.

Sometimes Jen found herself thinking of Drums. She'd smile, he was an instant tension reliever. Drums called a few times and she spared a few moments to laugh and talk with him. A few times he sang her songs over the phone. He sang silly songs and made her laugh. He sang beautiful love songs and she'd listen intently, a soft smile coming to her face. 

She sooo looked forward to seeing Drums that weekend in Miami. Mike was right. After the Memphis meeting she'd be ready to either celebrate or get drunk all weekend. She decided not to tell Jamie she'd be there. She wanted to hang with Drums and his friends, and he'd be a distraction.

To Mike's surprise, Darren stepped into his office. "What are you doing here?" Mike asked smiling as they shook hands. 

"I'm taking Allie to lunch," he said smiling back. "Thanks for the advice, I'm really happy."

"Have you set a date yet for the wedding?" Mike asked.

"Not yet. Allie has all these elaborate wedding plans, and she's working non-stop on the Memphis project. The wedding's probably over a year away. I'd like you to be my best man Mike."

"I'd really be honored Darren," Mike said feeling incredibly flattered and humbled. They grinned at each other. Feeling awkward, Mike changed the subject. "When are you guys launching the new Sapphire?"

"I'm not sure," Darren said shaking his head. "The SEC keeps sending us code mod requests. And we've had some turnover, Steve and Elaine resigned. Brian and the rest of the team are working as fast as they can, but it's taking time. By the way, Tara is working out really well."

"Oh, sorry to hear about Steve and Elaine, I didn't know that," Mike said. 

"We hired a new CTO," Darren explained. "He's a real smart guy but Steve and Elaine didn't like working for him." Changing the subject Darren said, "Mike, remember my friends Jim and Stacy, in London?"

"Yeah, of course," Mike said. Jim and Stacy had played with Darren. More than played, Darren had gotten Stacy pregnant. That was Jim's fantasy, to have his wife impregnated by a black man. Jim and Stacy moved to Australia to have the baby.

"They're back in London, Stacy's had the baby, a girl," Darren said.

"Okay," Mike said curious, not knowing where Darren was going with this. 

Darren looked intently at his best man. "I need a favor Mike," he said.

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"Holy shit, is that Mr. Roarke?" Allie whispered to Jen as they filed into the big conference room. Mr. Roarke was the CEO of Memphis. He hadn't been at any of the pitch meetings so far, for any of the advertising firms.

"Yeah, Keri called him for me, to get him to come," Jen whispered back. 

Allie looked worriedly at Mr. Roarke sitting among all the other Memphis execs. Because Mr. Roarke was there, more Memphis execs had shown up. "So it's all or nothing," Allie said sounding scared.

"Yeah, this is our last chance," Jen whispered, trying not to appear as scared as she felt. It was all riding on this meeting. Mike's prototype worked, but her team had debated and argued about how to sell it to Memphis. The problem was, no one on her team understood how it worked. The pitch – the message – meant everything in advertising! How could she sell it when she didn't understand it? They hadn't even come up with a good name for the software. Mike was the only one who understood the software and he wasn't a marketing guy. She felt so unprepared for this meeting.

Mike looked around the big Memphis conference room. To his surprise, there were posters of movies on the walls. A lot of them were sci-fi and fantasy movies, Blade Runner, Cloud Atlas, Inception, Prometheus, even the new Tom Cruise movie Edge of Tomorrow. "What's with all the movie posters?" Mike asked Calvin.

"Memphis has a division that produces movies," Calvin whispered.

"They must like science fiction," Mike observed.

"I guess," Calvin said distracted, looking at his notes.

Just before the meeting began Scott walked up to Mike. He snidely whispered "Remember, if you have to talk sound confident. Be certain, decisive, don't equivocate."

Mike glared at Scott. Scott shrugged as if saying "just some friendly advice dude." 

"What was that all about?" Jen said in a low voice to Scott. 

"Trying to give Mike advice," Scott said.

"How'd it go?"

"Let's hope he doesn't have to say anything," Scott said derisively. 

Jen looked at Mike and gave him an encouragingly smile. But Scott was right, even though he was an ass (although he was a talented ass). Mike wasn't a marketing professional. Despite his brilliance as a mathematician, he didn't speak the marketing lingo. Jen had gently told him not to say anything unless the Memphis execs asked him questions, and then to keep it short.

"So Ms. Andrews, we understand you have something new to show us?" Jonathan said, the Memphis SVP leading their search for a new advertising team.

"Yes sir," Jen said standing up. She explained how, if hired, her team would coordinate and direct the cross-sell of the many Memphis companies. Based on their analysis, she projected an immediate two or even threefold increase in net revenue, raising the aggregate Memphis stock price by upwards of 50%.

The Memphis execs looked troubled. Jonathan shook his head. "We understand the benefits, but they're theoretical," he said. "Our businesses are too diverse and we employ too many advertising firms for any meaningful coordination."

"We've developed a computer program to direct the coordination," Jen announced.

The Memphis execs looked interested but skeptical. "How does it work?" Jonathan asked.

Jen, Scott and Allie took turns trying to explain the concept, how the computer program would get all the advertising firms to work together. They stumbled over the explanations, trying unsuccessfully to describe Mike's complex software program in marketing terms. The more they talked, the more confused and troubled the Memphis execs looked. 

Calvin stood up and took a shot at explaining the concept. As he did, Allie whispered to Jen "This is a disaster."

"I know," Jen said her heart sinking.

Mike grew increasingly frustrated. In his mind the concept was easy to explain. As the Memphis execs shook their heads and peppered Jen's team with more questions, he looked around at the movie posters. 

Suddenly Mike blurted out "Think of it as the Ring of Power."

The room went silent. Every head turned to look at him. "Excuse me?" Jonathan said.

Mike motioned at the Lord of the Rings poster on the wall. "Think of the software like the Ring of Power," he said. "One ring to control them all."

To everyone's surprise, Mr. Roarke smiled and chuckled. Up to that point he'd been completely silent, bored really. He normally didn't attend meetings at this level. In fact, he never did. He was there only as a favor to Keri O'Reilly, the wife of his good friend Jim. 

The fact Mr. Roarke smiled meant all the other Memphis execs could too. Still smiling, Mr. Roarke said "Okay, I get it, one firm controls all the other firms. But how does your software, the Ring" – Mr. Roarke chuckled again – "how does the Ring control people without hurting creativity?"

Going with Mr. Roarke's name of his software, Mike explained "The Ring coordinates people using positive and negative feedback loops. It uses mathematical models of Memphis customers to gauge customer preferences and reactions to Memphis products. It uses that information to direct your advertising firms on cross-sell campaigns. It doesn't control people. It just tells them where to focus their efforts."

"People can't be mathematically modeled, not with any accuracy," one of the Memphis execs said. "It's not possible."

"It IS possible, as long as the modeling is focused," Mike said. "I've done it before."

Jonathan frowned skeptically at Mike. "Where have you done it before?" he challenged.

"Just a moment," Mr. Roarke said, holding up a finger. The room went silent. Mr. Roarke looked at the team leader, the pretty blonde. What was her name? Jennifer Andrews. Then he looked at the software programmer. Was it possible?

"You're Mike Andrews," Mr. Roarke said. "The inventor of Sapphire." All the Memphis execs looked at Mike in a new light. Most people nowadays had heard of Sapphire, it'd become as ubiquitous in the financial world as "mutual fund" or "Warren Buffet."

"Yes sir," Mike said, uncomfortable at all the eyes studying him so intently.

"Well, I know Sapphire works, I've made a small fortune using it," Mr. Roarke said with a chuckle, smiling brightly at Mike. The other Memphis execs chuckled too. "I won't ask you to explain how the Ring works, I wouldn't understand it anyway." Another round of good natured chuckles. "Just tell me this Mike. Can you make the Ring work?"

Mike remembered Scott's earlier advice, to answer unequivocally. But Mike couldn't lie about this. "Our prototype works, we've tested it on localized sets of Memphis data," Mike said. "Will it work? I think so. But I can't be certain until we've scaled the software up to work on a global basis."

"God, we're fucked," Scott said under his breath to Jen.

"Hush!" Jen whispered back, looking intently at the exchange between Mr. Roarke and her husband.

Mr. Roarke considered Mike's words, looking into Mike's face. Finally he looked at Jonathan and asked "When are we making the final selection of the lead advertising firm?"

"Two months" Jonathan said.

Mr. Roarke looked at Mike. "You have 2 months to make the Ring work." He got up. "We're done here people."

Jen's head spun. What had just happened? She tentatively asked, "Um, sir, does that mean we made the cut of 3?"

Mr. Roarke stopped and looked at Jen. "Ms. Andrews, to be frank I believe you're too small to be our lead advertising firm. But if the Ring works, we would have to give your firm serious consideration. So yes, you have made the cut."

Jen and her team stood silent and motionless as Mr. Roarke and the other Memphis execs left the room. "Holy fuck," Jen said after they left, so startled she wasn't able to move.

"Yeah, holy fuck," Allie said as startled as Jen. "We did it." 

Suddenly they all broke out in relieved laughter, hugging and talking excitedly. Jen ran over to Mike and hugged him. In fact, everyone hugged Mike. 

Scott came over. "The Ring of Power, where the fuck did you pull that one from?" he said snidely. But he looked relived too.

They talked excitedly about new advertising ideas. Now that they had a name for Mike's software – and a sexy name at that – they had a million ideas how to sell it. They only had 2 months for the final pitch meeting. They excitedly returned to their offices to begin work on their final pitch.

Mike pulled Jen aside. "Let's go," he said. Their flight to Miami was later that day. They'd brought their suitcases to work.




Consequences Pt. 16



"Mike, I can't go, we have too much work to do," Jen said.

"You owe me, after my Ring of Power idea," he said grinning.

"I do," she said giggling. "Where did you come up with that?" 

"You should watch more science fiction movies," Mike said grinning.

"Uh huh sure," Jen said with playful sarcasm. "Not!"

"You can take the weekend off," Mike said. "You owe me. I want you to spend the weekend with Drums."

"Oh you do, do you?" Jen said with a teasing voice. She thought about it. Allie, Scott and Calvin probably could handle things this weekend. In fact, they'd get more done with their teams if she wasn't around looking over their shoulders. "Okay, let's go."

In the taxi Mike said "I'm dropping you off at the airport," he said. 

"What?" Jen said not understanding. 

"I'm going to London," he explained. "My flight's later. I'm going home to get some stuff."

"Wait, I don't understand," Jen said.

"It works out better this way," Mike said. "We only have a few weeks left. You can spend all weekend alone with Drums. I want you too."

"But why are you going to London?"

"Most of your software programmers are in London," Mike said. "I need to get them working on the Ring. I can't do it myself, it'll probably be over a million lines of code."

"I'm coming to London with you then," Jen said. 

"Baby, I want you to spend the weekend with Drums," Mike insisted. "This is my wish right?"

"I'll feel guilty if I'm playing with Frankie while you're working in London," Jen said.

"But that's what I want, and you owe me after today," Mike insisted. Then he added "Also, I'm doing Darren a favor."

"What?" Jen asked.

"Remember Stacy, the girl Darren got pregnant?" Mike said. "She's had the baby, but now she and her husband are going through a tough patch. Darren asked me to talk to them, try to help them work it out."

"Okay," Jen said, her head spinning. Mike was throwing a lot at her. "I still feel bad about going to Miami without you."

"I want you to honey," Mike assured her. "I want you to be his girlfriend this weekend. Seriously, I want you to let yourself go, like last weekend."

"Okay," Jen said. 

Mike heard the uncertainty in Jen's voice. "I really mean it," he said. He took her left hand and slid her wedding and engagement rings from her finger. "You're not my wife. You're Drums's girlfriend. Until we see each other Sunday night." He slipped the rings in his pocket.

"Okay," Jen said with a resigned laugh. "You're so bad."

At the airport Mike took out Jen's bags from the trunk. He moved to kiss her goodbye but Jen stepped away. "No goodbye kiss for your husband?" Mike said with a grin.

"You used to be my husband," Jen said with a teasingly smile. Feeling playful, she gave Mike a stern look and said "I have a boyfriend now Mike, you have to get used to that." She smiled seeing Mike's sudden look of tortured lust on his face.

On the plane Jen reflected on the day. Mike had literally turned defeat into victory. He was the hero (again!). Yet instead of being with him, she was flying off to be with her lover. No, more than her lover. Her boyfriend.

She had to keep reminding herself that this was what Mike wanted. Otherwise she'd go crazy with guilt.

Frankie kissed Jen when he picked her up at the Miami airport. Not having to worry about being seen, Jen melted into him, kissing him back, enjoying the feel of his body. They traded tongue until a smiling police offer good naturedly told them to move along. They laughed and Jen took Drum's arm as he led her out of the airport to his rental car.

They were fucking 5 minutes later, in the back seat of the rental car, just like teenagers. Jen was on top of Drums, her skirt pushed up around her waist, her panties somewhere in the front seat. Jen planted her lips over his as she rode him hard, her arms around his neck. 

Drums ripped opened her blouse and pushed her bra up. He roughly groped her tits and twisted her nipples hard, making her yelp in pain. But it felt so good! "Treat me like a slut!" she hissed into his mouth.

She came moments later. Then Drums flipped her onto her back and mounted her missionary. It was cramped because he was tall, but he braced his feet against the door for more leverage, fucking Jen harder than ever! Jen grimaced as she felt like he was ripping her open, he was so fucking thick and he was ramming her so hard she feared a bruise on the top of her head from repeatedly being slammed into the door. Finally he came, but not before making Jen cum again on his cock.

"I'm gonna fuck you all weekend long," he said panting, cradling her in his arms.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she said beaming into his eyes. She traced the tattoos on his arms. "You're so freaking incredible," she gushed.

"You're coming with me tomorrow, to the tattoo parlor, right?" he asked as she continued to trace the tattoos on his arms.

"I wouldn't miss it," she said smiling into his eyes.

"We can get you one, right here," he said sliding his finger just above her ass. "Give Mike a welcome home present."

"I don't know about that," Jen said with a laugh.

"I can't believe I've got you all to myself again this weekend," he said smiling into her eyes.

"Mike had to go to London," Jen said.

"If you were my wife I'd never let you out of my sight," he said.

"Hey, we said we wouldn't talk about him, remember?" she said. She said it like a joke, but she was serious. He was starting to make her feel guilty again.

Drums sense her mood change. He quickly changed the subject. "We better get going, the party's already started."

"Awesome!" she said, excited to see Frankie's friends again. "But can we stop so I can change?"

The party was in full force when Jen and Drums arrived. Luckily the band was staying at the Mandarin Oriental hotel across the causeway, far enough from the Delano Jen didn't have to worry about running into Jamie.

Jen was welcomed by a loud chorus of enthusiastic hellos from Frankie's friends. A martini and joint were pushed into her hands at almost the same time, making her laugh. Jen sucked down hard on the joint, holding the rich magic smoke in her lungs for a ten count before finally exhaling. She immediately felt a wave of relaxed euphoria pass through her body. She leaned into Drums and he kissed her, making her spill the martini. They both giggled and laughed, and almost immediately another martini was pushed into her hand, along with another joint. Good sense prevailed and she passed on the joint. It was going to be a long night and she needed to pace herself.

Jen went into the kitchen for a towel to wipe the martini off her arm. Malcolm followed her in. For a moment they were alone. "Looking good Jen," he said admiringly, taking a towel and wiping her arm. He wiped her soft and slow, so it was like a caress.

He looked her up and down. He liked what he saw. A lot. Jen had changed from her sexy but classy designer dress into a filmy number that looked more like a negligee than a dress. It was partially see through but had a floral pattern that (mostly) managed to cover her most private parts. The short dress ended way above her knees, showing off almost all her long shapely legs. She wore black high heels making her legs look even longer.

Underneath she wore a black unlined lacy bra and matching panties. The panties were little more than a g-string. She didn't wear hose. Miami was too hot and anyway her long legs were tanned from Cancun and her other visits to Miami to see Jamie.

The dress was actually a Christian Dior, but was definitely going towards the slutty side. She didn't care. She didn't have to worry about running into anyone from home, and she wanted to party with Frankie and his friends!

Mal took out a joint and lit it. "Want a hit?" he asked her.

"Sure," Jen said holding out her hand for the joint.

To her surprise, Mal didn't hand it to her. Instead he took a long drag, and then he planted his lips over Jen's. He clamped his hand behind her head holding her tight, and as he kissed her the sweet marijuana smoke passed from his lungs to her's. 

Mal tongued her and felt up her tits before Jen finally pushed him away. "Next time just give me the joint," Jen said coughing.

"God I want you so much!" Malcolm said pulling her into his arms. Her body felt so tight and firm, yet soft in all the right places!

"I'm with Frankie," Jen said pushing him away.

"So what? We share." He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. "I know you want some of Big Malcolm."

"Um, yeah, sure," Jen said politely. He was hard and she stroked him over his pants. He was kinda small. But he was gorgeous! She got wet looking at him!

Artie stepped into the kitchen. "Come on Malcolm, we need to head over to the Miami concert hall."

"Okay, right," Mal said reluctantly. He left giving Jen a longing look. 

Artie was about to follow Mal out when he turned to Jen. "Do me a favor, okay?" Artie said. "Don't fuck up the band."

"What are you talking about?" Jen said frowning.

"I've been in the business for 20 years," Artie said. "These Ramones are the first hit I've had. They're horny kids, I'm trying to keep them together. Why do you think I let them fuck my wife whenever they want? My wife! I don't need rivalries, that's why. I don't need drama between Mal, Frankie and Jay."

"Lucy doesn't seemed to mind," Jen said.

"My wife's a slut," Artie said with an unconcerned laugh. "So is Diana, Jay's wife. They keep the band happy. The band stays happy, we have fun and make money. That's how it works." Artie abruptly reached over and cupped Jen's breast. "Are you gonna keep the band happy Jen?"

"I told you, I'm with Frankie," she said. But she didn't make Artie take his hand away. Artie was older than the band, but he was just as hot.

Artie noticed. He smiled and thumbed her hard nipple through her dress and bra. "I hope you don't think Drums is saving himself for you," he said ironically. "All the guys fuck around." He pinched her hard nipple. "Me too."

Jen took a step back, away from Artie's hand. "It's not just Frankie," she said breathing hard. "I have a husband."

"Someday I've gotta meet your husband," Artie said with a laugh.

"You already have," Jen thought to herself. She didn't say that of course. Instead she said "I've got to get back to Frankie."

"Hey baby," Jen said melting into Frankie's arms and kissing him. They took a bus to the concert hall. In his dressing room she attacked him. "Do we have time before the concert?" she said urgently, kissing him and grinding her pussy against his thigh. The party atmosphere, the marijuana, and getting hit on by Mal and Artie had gotten her so hot, she needed fucked!

"God you're a horny slut!" Drums admired. He was so looking forward to this weekend, he planned to fuck her non-stop. But the concert was about to start. "After the concert," he said kissing and tonguing her. 

"I can't wait that long!" Jen said kissing him back and rubbing his crotch.

He reluctantly pulled away. "I've got something for you," he said breathing hard. He took two pills from his pocket.

"What are they?"

"Ecstasy babe," Drums said. He moved one of the pills to Jen's lips.

Jen pulled away. She'd had Ecstasy a few times in college. She'd stopped doing drugs after meeting Mike. 

"Come on, Diana and Lucy always get high at our concerts," he urged her. "We all do."

"I'm already high," Jen said.

"You'll love it babe," Drums said. "It makes sex even better." He swallowed one of the pills and washed it down with beer.

"Sex with you is already freaking incredible," Jen said. But why not? She was here to party. She opened her lips and let Drums put the pill on her tongue. She took his beer and swallowed it down. Just as she did she looked at the clock. It was 8pm. She knew Mike was boarding his plane to London at that moment. She couldn't believe it'd been just that morning they'd done the pitch to Memphis. She swallowed the pill. She felt a flash of guilt she wasn't with him, but then quickly forgot her husband as Drums pushed his tongue down her throat.

As before, Jen watched the concert from stage right with Lucy, Diana and the other wives and girlfriends. The sex drug hit her immediately. She felt like she was floating, in a dream, her body tingling. The Ecstasy made her even more horny (if that was possible), and seeing Frankie, Malcom and Jay moving sensually as they performed, she wanted to fuck all 3 of them!

Lucy and Diana were high too, as were a lot of the other girls. They were on Ecstasy or worst. With no men around they danced with each other, often touching as they danced. Jen wasn't bi but she appreciated the female body, and the touching got her even hotter! The band didn't have their best performance as they kept looking at the girls. 

Finally the concert ended, and Jen practically ran to Drums's dressing room to wait for him. As always he arrived all sweaty. Jen didn't care, she wanted him! Drums wanted Jen too! Seeing Jen dancing so sensually with the other girls had turned him on, especially since he knew he had the prettiest girl of the bunch.

Jen had the presence of mind to take off her dress before Drums attacked her. He ripped off her bra and panties! He shoved her against the sofa and took her from behind! Jen grimaced from the pain as he so suddenly impaled her. She was soaking wet and her pussy still loose from their earlier fucking, but he was so thick it still hurt initially whenever he entered her. But god he filled her up, he felt so good!

Drums fucked her hard, lifting her feet off the floor and smashing her head into the cushion with each powerful thrust. She was so hot she came almost immediately. Drums came soon after, shooting his sperm into the condom. 

Jen was still horny despite just cumming. Her body tingled and she felt like in a hazy dream from the Ecstasy. As Drums showered she managed to put her dress back on and touch up her hair and makeup. Her bra and panties lay forgotten someplace on the floor. In Jen's current drugged up state she didn't even think about them.

Drums got hard looking at her as he got out of the shower. She was obviously braless in the filmy negligee dress. He pulled her into his arms and they kissed. Jen pawed at his body, she wanted him again already. The Ecstasy made her so sexually hungry, she could fuck Drums all night long. "Let's skip the party," she said rubbing his crotch. "Let's go back to your room."

"We gotta make an appearance babe, don't worry you'll get more of this soon," Drums said pressing his crotch against her pussy. 

At Mal and Jay's urging, Drums had gotten Jen high on Ecstasy. He'd agreed to let them fuck her, wanting peace with his band mates. In his version of being chivalrous, he said they couldn't force her, and they had to use condoms. Drums didn't think they'd have any trouble getting into her pussy. In her current drugged up state Jen would probably fuck anybody, and he knew she found Mal attractive.

Mal and Jay grinned at each other as they saw Jen walk into the room. God she looked so hot in that dress! She was clearly braless, her hard nipples denting the filmy material. And her lovely legs were on full display. She looked freshly fucked – no surprise there, not with the hound dog Drums – but that was okay, they didn't mind seconds, not with a hottie like her. 

Mal and Jay approached Jen. Seeing that, Drums left her alone to get drinks. In reality he wanted to give his friends time to operate on his girlfriend.

The party was crowded and the lights dim, music blaring. It was more out of control and sexually charged than New York City, fueled by the sexy atmosphere of South Beach where all the girls were beautiful and showed a lot of skin.

"You look fucking hot!" Mal said into Jen's ear, needing to yell to get above the loud buzz of the party. He palmed her tight ass. "Let's dance."

Jen was in her element. All her life since a young teenager, guys had hit on her, attracted to her pretty face, athletic dancer's body, tight ass and long sexy legs. She loved to flirt and tease, and the Ecstasy stripped away her usual inhibitions.

"Yeah, I wanna dance," Jen purred looking into Mal's eyes. She brushed the back of her hand across his crotch. But then she surprised Mal by taking Jay's hand and leading him to the dance floor. She looked at Mal mischievously over her shoulder as she walked away with Jay.

"Diana won't mind we're dancing?" Jen asked as they swayed to the music. She purposefully danced really close to him, her body almost touching his.

"She doesn't care," Jay said. "We kinda do whatever we want." 

"My husband lets me do whatever I want," Jen said, moving enticingly closer to Jay.

"Yeah?" Jay said feeling lightheaded from being so close to this incredibly beautiful girl. It was like she stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. This was the first time they'd ever really talked. "Does he fuck around too?"

"No, he only wants me," Jen said. 

"I can see why," Jay said looking into Jen's beautiful face.

"You're really hot," Jen said, her lips almost touching his. "I like watching you on stage. I like how you move." She moved her lips to his ear and breathed "I bet you fuck really good."

Jay's breath caught, his cock ready to burst! He felt entranced by this hot girl! All he could managed to say was "Yeah ..."

Jen gracefully turned so her back was to him. She leaned her back into his chest, taking his hands and putting them on her hips. They swayed to the music, their bodies pressed together. 

Jay's hands wandered from her hips to her flat stomach. Her dress was so diaphanous it was like touching her skin. She was in such good shape he could feel the hard muscles of her abs.

Jen didn't stop his hands. In fact she raised her arms and wrapped her hands around his neck, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to her.

Jay couldn't resist, he cupped Jen's breasts as they continued to sway to the music. Still leaning into his chest, Jen turned her head so they looked into each other's eyes. "You're bad," she breathed their lips so close he could feel her breath. 

Jay's heart beat wildly. He excitedly fondled Jen's braless breasts over her ultra-thin dress, feeling her nipples grow hard.

"Feels good," Jen moaned, her head rolling back as he squeezed her nipples. 

"God I wanna fuck you," Jay moaned. Never in his life had he wanted a girl so much!

Jen wanted him too! "Kiss me," she panted, looking into Jay's ruggedly handsome face with her big blue eyes, her lips so close to his.

Jay leaned down and they kissed. Their tongues danced as Jay continued to play with her tits and Jen grinded her tight ass against his crotch. 

Reluctantly Jen pulled away. "We can't Jay," she said, panting. She wanted him so bad! 

"Why not?" he groaned.

"I promised my husband," Jen said.

Just then Mal walked up. "Cutting in," Mal said putting his hand on Jen's back.

"Okay," Jen said. As they moved away Jen squeezed Jay's hand and gave him an apologetic smile.

As she walked with Mal she let him take her hand. "Actually can we sit?" Jen said still panting from being with Jay. Her head still spun. She'd wanted to tease Jay a little. She hadn't intended it to go so far.

Mal led her to a sofa in a dark corner. She crossed one shapely leg over the other, her dress hiking up almost exposing her bare pussy. She raised up her butt slightly and pulled her dress down. 

"You want a hit?" he asked talking out a joint.

"Yeah right," Jen said rolling her eyes remembering the last time.

He grinned. He lit it and took a long drag. Then he offered it to Jen.

"No, I'm ready too high," she said. She was too. She had to be careful. Thinking out loud she said "Mike's gonna be mad."

"He's your husband?" Mal asked.




Consequences Pt. 16



"Yeah."

"He doesn't like it when you get high?"

"Not really."

"You care what he thinks?"

"Of course I do, he's my husband," Jen said frowning at Mal.

Mal shrugged. "You're not wearing your wedding ring," Mal said touching her left hand.

"I'm with Frankie this weekend," Jen said simply.

"You know we share girls," Mal said.

"Yeah, I've figured that out," Jen said with a laugh.

He laughed back. Then he put his hand on Jen's knee. "You have amazing legs."

"You've told me that," Jen said. She didn't stop him as his hand went higher up her leg. When his fingers disappeared under her dress she said "You think a lot of yourself don't you?"

His fingertips touched her pussy. "No panties again?" he said with a lecherous grin. He stroked above her clit. "Open your legs."

"Did you really just say that to me?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh. But she didn't make him stop.

"Come on, you won't regret it," he said. He moved down and stroked over her clit.

"I'm already regretting it," Jen said, then her mouth formed an O and she moaned as she felt him touch her clit. She knew she shouldn't but she uncrossed her legs. She blamed it on the Ecstasy, that was why she was acting so slutty tonight.

"Good girl," he said stroking up and down her slit.

"I'm not your girl," Jen said, breathing hard. He really knew how to touch a girl!

"If I wanted you to be my girl, you would be," he said, continuing to work on her pussy.

"You think so huh?" Jen said, but her challenge was weaker now. This shit really knew how to touch a girl! 

"Does Drums touch you like this?" he said smiling smugly.

"No," she said breathing harder, closing her eyes. He was going to make her cum!

"Does your husband?"

"Don't talk about him, okay?" Jen said. She closed her eyes as he continued to touch her. He ran his thumb harder over her clit, making her moan. She could only imagine what they looked like, sitting on the sofa with his hand up her skirt, fingering her. She looked helplessly into his eyes, her orgasm so close. "You can at least kiss me if you're gonna do this," she breathed.

Feeling victorious, Mal leaned in and kissed Jen, continuing to stroke her pussy and clit. Just then Jay walked up. He got on his knees next to the sofa and cupped and rubbed Jen's breast. 

Feeling him Jen broke the kiss with Mal. She looked into Jay's eyes, then Mal's. Then she kissed Jay even as Mal continued to rub her. Jen alternated between kissing Mal and Jay, Jay's hand on her breasts, Mal's under her skirt.

It was too much! Jen's body erupted in an orgasm! The pleasure was so intense! As her body convulsed they continued to touch and kiss her, and her orgasm went on and on!

Mal and Jay dragged Jen to her feet, pulling her towards the bedroom. It was their turn, and they were going to gangbang this slut!

Jen pulled away. "Wait, give me a second," she said panting. She felt weak kneed. 

She put her hand on Mal's chest. "I can't," she said weakly. "I promised my husband."

"You're fucking Drums!" Mal hissed looking incredulous. Jay looked annoyed, this cock tease was doing it again!

"I have to ask my husband before I can be with anyone else," Jen said. "Please, be cool about this."

She looked around as if suddenly remembering they weren't alone, they were in the middle of a party. A lot of people had watched the action. The guys looked lustfully at Jen. The girls were envious; they knew Jen already had Drums, now she had Mal and Jay chasing after her. The slutty blonde had all the Ramones wanting in her pants!

"I'm sorry," Jen said weakly to Mal and Jay, leaving them high and dry. She felt unsteady in her high heels. She felt paranoid, confused and vulnerable, all the drugs and alcohol crashing in on her.

She found Drums and clutched his arm. "Take me home," she pleaded.

Drums looked over at his friends. Mal and Jay were scowling at her. "What happened?"

"You promised Mike you'd take care of me," Jen reminded him. 

Drums took Jen to his hotel room. Secretly he was glad. He wanted Jen all to himself, he'd only agreed to let Mal and Jay fuck her to keep peace.

They were on each other as soon as Drums closed the door. Jen wanted fucked so bad, she wanted a cock inside her! Drums roughly pushed her down on the couch. He jerked her dress up and then shoved his cock into her pussy. She yelped at the sudden fullness and pain, but she didn't stop him. She grimaced and clawed at the cushions as he strained to push himself balls deep into her.

He fucked her hard. Jen grabbed the arm of the sofa, bracing herself so Drums could fuck her even harder. She got into it and pushed back meeting every one of his thrusts. Jen came, and then she came again as Drums relentlessly pounded her. Finally Drums came in the condom. 

They collapsed onto the sofa. Almost immediately Jen passed out. He pulled out and threw the condom away. Then he carried Jen to the bed. He held her as she slept, looking into her pretty face.

When Jen woke up she was in Drums's arms. He was still asleep. She was hung over and felt the aftereffects of the Ecstasy, her head foggy. 

She carefully extracted herself from Drums's arms, not wanting to wake him up. She felt unsteady on her feet, stumbling as she went into the bathroom. She couldn't open the bottle of Advil. She got frustrated, it was like she no longer was coordinated enough to work safety caps.

She finally got the bottle opened. She took 2 Advil and drank a big glass of water. She splashed water on her face and brushed her teeth. She still felt sick and groggy. 

She looked at herself in the mirror. Her eyes looked droopy, like she was high. She probably was still high from the Ecstasy, or maybe she was feeling the aftereffects. Her pussy felt sore. How many times had Drums fucked her yesterday? How many times did he make her cum? God he was so freaking amazing in bed ... her body tingled at the memories.

Then she remembered Mal and Jay and shivered. Maybe it was the Ecstasy, but she'd cum so hard on Mal's hand. God she'd acted so slutty. It turned her on, but it made her feel bad too. She wanted to talk to Mike, he always made her feel better about herself. 

She couldn't call him yet. She needed to sober up first. She turned on the in-room coffee machine. Then she took a big glass of water to Drums. 

She gently woke him up. "You should drink this," she said handing him the water. 

He pushed her hand away, looking hung over. "I need a beer," he said.

"Oh god, seriously?" she said with a laugh. "It's only 10."

"The best cure for a hangover," he said, drinking down a whole beer. He took out another beer and handed it to Jen. "Come on, it'll make you feel better."

Jen paused, then took the beer from him. Why not? She took the beer and swallowed a big gulp. Immediately she felt better, her stomach not as queasy and the cobwebs lifting. 

Drums got out of bed and reached into his suitcase. He pulled out his small bag of cocaine. It was his regular routine, a couple lines in the morning. To him it was like coffee.

Jen watched as he formed two lines and snorted them. Drums saw her watching him. "Want some?" he asked.

"No thanks," she said.

"It'll get you going," Drums said.

"I'll stick with coffee," Jen said with a laugh.

"Does it bother you?"

"Nope," Jen said. She was being truthful, she didn't care what Drums did. Seeing him taking coke didn't surprise her, that fit his lifestyle.

"Have you ever done coke?" he asked.

"Back in college a few times," Jen said. "I'm not judging you, I'm just not into it."

"You liked the Ecstasy last night," he said smiling at her.

"Yeah," she said with an embarrassed smile. "Too much."

They were both nude. Drums got hard looking at Jen's naked body. He couldn't help it, she was so beautiful and had the sexiest, tight body. 

Jen noticed his erection growing. "I'm too sore," she said with a laugh.

"I'll be gentle," he promised pulling her into his arms.

"Yeah right," Jen said with playful sarcasm. Drums only had one speed, hard and rough. But she couldn't help running her hands over his chiseled chest. She was just as addicted to his body as he was to hers!

They kissed and fondled each other, sharing a lot of tongue. Soon they were both panting. "Fuck me," Jen said gasping.

"I thought you were too sore," Drums said teasing her.

"I want you inside me, please!" Jen begged.

Grinning, Drums got on top and mounted her, putting her legs over his shoulders. "God you're so deep inside me," she gushed, overwhelmed by the pleasure and forgetting the soreness.

As always, Drums fucked her hard. Jen put her arms over her head and braced herself against the headboard, pushing back as he lunged into her. Jen felt an orgasm approach. 

Then her phone rang. Seeing it was Mike, she hit end. A few moments later he called again. He was gonna ruin her orgasm! She answered and said irritably, "Mike I'll call you later!" She hit end and carelessly tossed the phone away. Then she held on for dear life as Drums practically fucked her through the wall and brought her to a wondrous orgasm.

************ 

After dropping Jen off at the airport, Mike called Steve and then Elaine. He hired them both on the spot and asked them to meet him at the airport later that evening.

At home Mike packed a few things for London's weather. He also put into his suitcase a disposable cell phone he bought using cash in San Jose last weekend.

In London the next morning, Mike met with Alec. In addition to being Jen's sometime lover, Alec was head of IT in the London office. Alec knew the importance of the Ring, he'd been instructed by Mr. Winters himself to give Mike whatever he wanted. He let Mike cherry pick his people and found a big basketball court size room for Mike's people to work. 

Mike made Steve and Elaine his main lieutenants and got them working with his handpicked team, leveraging their knowledge of Sapphire to accelerate scaling up the Ring software. They had to move fast, it was going to be a very complex program and they only had two months, including all the testing and debugging. It was going to be a sprint from start to finish!

As Steve and Elaine coached up the team, Mike went on a shopping spree with Alec, buying pool tables, foos ball tables and Starbucks quality coffee machines. He ordered cabinets full of junk food and an unlimited supply of Red Bull, Diet Coke and Mountain Dew. He arranged for lunch and dinner to be brought in every day (including weekends). He even commissioned a masseuse to come in everyday to give chair massages.

"Seriously?" Alec said looking shocked at everything.

"I want people having fun," Mike explained. "It's a culture thing, it'll build camaraderie and team spirit. They'll work harder and be more creative."

It was late afternoon when Mike decided to call Jen. He wanted her to feel like Drums's girlfriend so he didn't want to bother her. But he missed her. 

He called her cell. No answer. Maybe they were still asleep, it was still early there. He decided to try again. This time Jen answered. He heard a lot of noise, a bed banging against the wall and grunts and moans. Before he had a chance to say anything Jen said irritably "Mike I'll call you later!" Then she hung up.

He sat still, shaken. Clearly they were fucking. He'd interrupted them. He got upset and jealous of course, but he held off those dark emotions. He forced himself not to get upset. This was what he wanted. Suddenly very horny, he rushed to the bathroom and beat off.

***************

Jen felt her orgasm approach, and she knew it was going to be spectacular. There was something so dirty and hot about morning sex! Drums pounded her relentlessly and then her body exploded! She screamed as her climax hurled bolts of pleasure through her body!

Drums kept pounding her. After cumming so much yesterday he could go a long time, and with his ripped body he had great stamina. He pounded her hard and fast for another 20 minutes. By the end Jen was rambling incoherently, lost in Drums's relentless hard fucking, her entire being reduced to just her pussy and Drums's big thick cock. When he was finally done, they both gasped for air, their bodies quivering from the exertion and post orgasmic spasms, and covered in sweat.

As she calmed down, Mike returned to her thoughts. She immediately felt guilty for blowing him off. She got out of bed and went into the bathroom. She had to lean on the counter, both hands on the basin. God, Drums had fucked her so hard. So good! She felt weak kneed and her body still tingled from the incredible orgasms he'd given her. God that man could fuck! She patted her sweaty body with a towel. 

When she came out Drums tried to pull her to him. "I've got to call Mike," she said giggling, pulling away from her "boyfriend." Feeling a little chilly, she put on Drums's t-shirt from yesterday. It smelled like him, making her smile. She looked around for her phone. Then she called Mike, going into the sitting room of his suite for privacy.

"Hey baby, I'm sorry," she said immediately.

"It's okay," Mike said with a chuckle. "It turned me on."

Jen was relieved, he wasn't upset. 

"How's Drums?" he asked.

Hearing a smile in his voice, she giggled and said "Insatiable."

"That's you," Mike joked with a laugh.

"Well, yeah," Jen said laughing back.

"Are you having fun?" Mike asked.

"It got so crazy last night," Jen whispered delightedly into the phone, like a giggly high school girl. "Mal and Jay hit on me, together."

"What happened?" Mike said excitedly.

"God Mike it was freaking incredible!" she gushed. "Mal and Jay were both kissing me. Jay was playing with my breasts and Mal was fingering me!"

"Did they make you cum?" Mike asked excitedly. "Where were you?" 

"We were in the middle of the party! People were watching!"

"God Jen," Mike said his cock rock hard. He was in a conference room. He saw the door had a lock. He locked the door and sat down, taking out his cock. "You didn't fuck them though right?"

"Are you playing with yourself?" she asked, hearing the excitement in his voice.

"Yeah," Mike said. "Did you?"

"No, I promised I wouldn't without talking to you first," she said. Then she added, "I wanted to. God, I'm such a slut!"

"No you're not," Mike assured her. "You're just really hot and all the guys want in your pants. I'm so proud you're my wife! You're perfect!"

Jen smiled. Mike always made her feel good about herself. "Guess what else?" Jen said excitedly. "Frankie gave me Ecstasy! It felt so amazing! We've got to do it sometime!"

"Really?" Mike said frowning.

Jen heard the frown in her husband voice. "I did it in college Mike, I can handle it," she assured him. "Don't worry."

"Okay," Mike said hesitantly. He ordered, "Nothing stronger than that." 

"I won't," she promised. Wanting to recapture the sexy mood, she asked "Are you still playing with yourself?"

"Yeah," Mike said stroking his hard cock. "What else happened?"

"Mal and Jay wanted to fuck me," she said.

"They really turn you on, huh?"

"Yeah, especially Mal, he's so gorgeous!" she gushed.

"I like you like this," Mike said. "So out of control."

Jen giggled. "You're a strange husband," she said playfully.

"Tell me more," Mike panted into the phone. He was close. 

"I'm so sore Mike, Frankie has fucked me so much. He can go forever." Then she teased "It might be a while before I'll be able to feel you inside me again."

"Do you feel like his girlfriend?"

"I definitely feel like I'm his girl," Jen said honestly. 

"You feel like you're his?" Mike asked stroking himself furiously.

"Definitely," she said. Knowing the little things really got to her husband, she added "I'm wearing his t-shirt right now. It smells like him."

"Ugh god!" Mike cried as he came. At the last second he remembered where he was so he bit down on his other hand to keep from being heard.

Jen gave Mike time to catch his breath. Then she asked "You're okay with all this baby?"

"Yeah, this is so hot," he gushed. "I want you to be careful with drugs."

"I will," she promised. Then she asked, "Um, what about Mal and Jay?"

"Not yet, okay?" Mike said. "I wanna be there when it happens."

"Okay," Jen said. She felt disappointed, but relieved too. She'd been with 2 guys before, but never 3 (she assumed it'd be Mal, Jay and Frankie). The prospect was exciting, but terribly slutty too. Honestly she wasn't sure if she really wanted it to happen, it was a line of sluttyness she wasn't sure she wanted to cross. But if it did happen, she wanted her husband there.

They talked about his work in London. "I should be there with you," she said the guilt returning.

"I want you there with Drums and his friends," Mike insisted. "This is my wish, remember?"

"Okay," Jen agreed with a laugh. She DID want to be here. She just needed Mike to reassure her it was okay.

"I want you to let yourself go," Mike urged her.

"I think I'm doing that," Jen said laughing again.

"Yeah, but ... I mean, it's okay to get close to Drums," he said.

"Okay," she said hesitantly. "I actually think I'm helping him, to see what it's like to have a real girlfriend. Maybe after – you know, after we end it – he'll be ready to have a real, serious relationship."

"Yeah," Mike said. After hanging up, he thought a long time about what Jen had said, about how she was helping Drums see what it was like to have a real girlfriend, to be in a real relationship. 

"Everything okay?" Drums said as Jen walked back into the bedroom.

"Yeah," Jen said, straddling his waist and wrapping her arms around his neck. She kissed him. "I'm starving, let's get breakfast."

"Okay, we will," Drums said, kissing her again. He rolled her onto her back and fucked her again. Jen couldn't believe how fast this boy could recover! 

An hour later Jen walked with Drums to the pool. She looked stunning as usual. She wore a light blue bikini and stylist platform sandals that made her long legs go on forever. Her hair was down and she wore wet pink lipstick, the color matching her fingernails and toenails.

She grimaced seeing Mal and Jay (along with the rest of the crowd) on the other side of the pool. "Let's sit here okay?"

"It's okay babe, Mal and Jay aren't complete assholes," Drums said grinning as they sat on lounge chairs. "They're not gonna hold last night against you."

"It's not just Mal and Jay I'm worried about," Jen lamented, remembering the glares she'd gotten from other girls last night.

Drums rubbed her knee. "It's okay with me if you hook up with Mal and Jay," he said. "We share our girls."

Jen shrugged thinking of her conversation with her husband. She said distractedly "Mike told me not to."

A cloud passed over Drums's face. "I really don't get him," he said angrily. "Don't you think he's controlling?"

"What?" Jen said, surprised at his sudden anger. "Where did that come from?"

Drums shook his head, frustrated and hurt. Jen rubbed his arm. "What baby? What's wrong?"

"Forget it," Drums said, no longer angry but hurt. "It's stupid."

"What baby?" Jen repeated in a soft voice, still rubbing his arm.

Drums shrugged. "I guess I thought you turned down Mal and Jay for me."

"Oh," Jen said. Trying to make him feel better she said "I am with you Frankie."

"Yeah, but only on loan from Mike," Drums said bitterly. "That's okay, I know he's your husband. It's just sometimes I forget that, and I start thinking you're my girl."

"I am your girl Frankie, this whole weekend," Jen reassured him. "Yes, Mike is my husband. But I'm here with you, not him. I took off my wedding rings for you. I'm yours this weekend. Okay?"

Drums forced a grin. He knew this was the best he was going to get. Anyway this wasn't so bad. He got Jen on the weekends, the best part of the week. He partied with other girls the rest of the week. Those girls didn't mean as much to him as Jen, they weren't nearly as good looking, but pussy was pussy. Yeah, this setup wasn't bad at all. He could see doing this for a long time.




Consequences Pt. 16



A cabana girl came around and Drums ordered a margarita. "Already?" Jen asked with a laugh. It was barely noon. Getting into the party atmosphere though, she ordered one too.

"I'm going over to talk with the rest of the gang," Drums said after they finished the margaritas.

"Go ahead, I think I'll take a nap," Jen said closing her eyes. The margarita had been strong and they'd partied hard last night. She fell asleep.

Jen awoke to experienced hands rubbing her body. "What are you doing?" she said groggily, slowly waking up. 

It was Mal, he was sitting beside her. "The sun's strong, I didn't want you to burn," he said, rubbing lotion on her legs. He wasn't just putting lotion on her, he was massaging her in a very sensual way. He was getting her hot. This guy REALLY knew how to touch a girl!

"Thanks. I can do the rest," Jen said reaching for the bottle of lotion.

"Come on, let me do your back," he said.

Jen inwardly shrugged. Why not? She rolled over onto her tummy. She felt a wedgie in her bottoms making them look like a thong. She reached behind her and adjusted them.

"Did you have to do that?" Mal said, playful disappointment in his voice. He'd enjoyed the momentary flash of her tight ass.

"Poor baby," Jen said with a laugh.

Mal poured lotion on his hands and rubbed up and down Jen's long legs. "You said my back," she said. 

"I provide full service ma'am," he said playfully. She laughed.

Mal rubbed up and down her legs with his palm. As he did he lightly scrapped his fingertips against the back of her knees and along her inner thighs. To anyone watching it would look like he was just putting lotion on her. But really he was sensually caressing her! He was turning her on and she knew she had her cum face on!

"I think I'm good," she said her heart beating fast.

"Still need to do your back," he said moving to her back. Without any hesitation he pulled the strings at her neck and back. 

"God you're ballsy," Jen said. But she didn't stop him.

"Don't want tan lines," he deadpanned.

"Yeah right," Jen said with a sarcastic laugh. As he rubbed her back he lightly trailed his fingertips across the sides of her breasts. She knew her nipples were hard. "Where's Frankie?" she asked, trying to keep her voice normal.

"I sent him to get stuff from Felix," Mal said. "You know, our Cuban drug dealer."

"Ooookay," Jen said. "You sent him?"

"Yeah," Mal said with an arrogant smile. "You've figured it out, right? We're equal, me, Jay and Drums. But I'm more equal than them."

God this guy is such an ass, Jen though. She said "Like George Orwell."

"Who's that?" Mal said.

"Forget it," Jen said with a laugh. She wondered if Frankie had read Animal Farm. Probably not. 

"Did you talk to your husband?" Mal asked as he trailed his fingertips across the side of her breast. "About hooking up?"

Jen turned her head so she looked into his face. "This may be hard for you to believe Mal, but I haven't thought about you since last night." It was a lie of course, but she wasn't going to give this arrogant ass the satisfaction.

"You'd love it," he said with a confident grin.

She shook her head and laughed. "Do you know how many times guys have said that to me?"

"Once with me and you'll forget all about your husband," Mal promised. "Your pussy will be mine."

"Oh my god!" Jen said with an incredulously laugh. She reached behind her and tied the strings. She turned around onto her back. "You're so full of it," she said with another laugh.

"Admit it I'm getting to you," Mal said, but he laughed too. Then he got silent, looking down at her.

Jen got on her elbows and followed his eyes. He was looking at her crotch. He'd gotten her so worked up there was a camel toe in her bikini bottoms. Worse, there was a wet spot there. He'd gotten her that worked up, and the evidence was right there for his eyes.

She reddened with embarrassment. She moved to jump into the pool but Mal stopped her.

He put a folded towel over her body, from below her belly button to her thighs. "Count to thirty," he said.

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

Mal moved his hand to her legs, like he was rubbing lotion on her. He moved his hand under the towel. "Start counting," he said. "I'll make you cum before you get to 30."

Jen gave him a disbelieving, what the fuck look. "Come on, it's a game," he said with a grin. He motioned to the towel. "No one can see what I'm doing. If I don't make you cum you can tell me I'm full of shit. Now come on, open your legs a little bit, and start counting."

Jen rolled her eyes. But she was breathing hard. He was lightly caressing her inner thigh under the towel. Fuck it, she thought to herself. She parted her legs slightly. With a hoarse voice she whispered "One ..."

Smiling, Mal moved his hand up the towel. He expertly pulled Jen's bikini aside and then found her clit. It was hard. He smiled even wider, knowing this was going to be easy.

Jen didn't even last to 25. By 10 he had her gasping. By 18 she was trying to keep from writhing on the chair (they were surrounded by people after all). By 25 she bit her lip and tried to keep her body from jerking as she had a massive orgasm.

"God," she gasped under her breath as the intense orgasm left her quivering. She reached under the towel and fixed her bikini bottoms.

Mal grinned arrogantly at her. "Told ya," he said. Then he abruptly got up and walked away.

"God," Jen said again, astounded. He'd just given her one of the best orgasms of her life. With his finger!

In London, Mike took at taxi to Hillingdon, a suburb on the west side. He knocked at the row house and Stacy opened the door. She smiled, but clearly she'd been crying. They hugged hello. 

"This is Dannika, my daughter," Stacy said, introducing Mike to an infant baby girl. The baby was clearly half black.

"Stacy, where's Jim?" Mike asked.

Stacy looked down, then back at Mike. "He left me," she said, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I thought he wanted this."

"I thought he did too!" she sobbed. She cried uncontrollably. Mike hugged her, trying to calm her down. 

Dannika started crying, and that calmed Stacy down. "She's hungry," she said, opening her blouse and nursing bra. For a moment Mike saw her naked breasts. She was a busty girl, and her breasts were even bigger full of milk. Her nipples were larger and darker than he remembered.

Dannika hungrily latched onto one of Stacy's nipples. Mike could hear the baby sucking, and a little breast milk rolled down the infant's chin. The baby's half black heredity was apparent as she sucked at her mother's breasts, Dannika's dark color contrasting with Stacy's lily white skin.

"I'm usually more modest, but you've seen everything. I hope you don't mind. It's easier if I don't have to be careful," Stacy said, referring to the time Mike had watched her with Darren and Jim.

"No worries," Mike said, watching the baby suck greedily at her mother's breast. 

"Some guys get grossed out by it," she said.

"I'm good," Mike assured her, forcing himself to look somewhere, anywhere, other than Stacy's naked, full of milk breasts. Stacy wasn't nearly as pretty as Jen. She had a cute face and soft strawberry blonde hair. What Mike found so exciting about her was she'd let another man impregnate her, a black man at that, and the fruit of that union was now sucking on her milk heavy tits.

"We started swinging after we started dating, over 10 years ago," Stacy explained as Dannika continued to drink. "We went to glory holes. Then dogging; there are places around London people go. Then sex clubs. It's not like the movies. Most times our partners weren't good looking. I've fucked so many fat, ugly guys." She laughed at the memories. "But it was the newness, you know? Being with someone different. It got us so hot, Jim and me, we were always so hot for each other after, our sex life was great!"

"You only played with white guys?" Mike asked, remembering Jim telling him that.

"Yeah, until Darren," Stacy said. "I mean, maybe a black guy at dogging, sometimes it's dark and hard to see."

"Okay," Mike said prompting her.

"Jim started fantasizing about another man getting me pregnant," she said. "We always played together. In the same room, in the same bed. Jim liked watching me fucking other guys. He said he liked that more than fucking other girls. So we started going to sex clubs and Jim would watch me. Sometimes he had a girl, but most times he'd just watch me with other men. I liked it, you know? Jim watching me. It's like, he loved me so much, he thought I was so hot, he'd rather watch me than fuck other girls."

"Yeah, that's how I am," Mike said. 

"So you get it," Stacy said appreciatively. "Things got more intense. It wasn't enough guys fucking me. Jim wanted me to date guys, have boyfriends. I think I've had, like, 10 boyfriends. Most lasted only a few weeks, one or two months. My longest was a year. Jim loved it. He was always hot for me, always giving me so much attention."

She looked down as she got to the part of the story she didn't like. "Jim started fantasizing about another man getting me pregnant. I told him he was crazy. He wanted me to go off the pill. We had a big argument. He told me it didn't matter where the sperm came from, he'd be the father. He said that over and over." She shrugged. "Finally I agreed to go off the pill. I wasn't going to let another guy get me pregnant, I made them use condoms. But it really excited Jim. And I felt like he deserved it, you know? I mean, I got to be with different guys. So I went off the pill for Jim."

Stacy looked at Mike. "Do you get this?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mike said his voice hoarse from excitement. 

"Is this turning you on?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mike admitted. 

"If you want you can take out your cock and play with yourself," Stacy said.

"That's okay," Mike said with a sheepish smile. He joked, "If I did my wife would kill me." They shared a laugh. "What happened next?" he asked.

"I guess he convinced me," Stacy said with another laugh, this one without any humor. "You have to keep in mind, this happened over about 2 years. He kept playing the fantasy with me, another man getting me pregnant. And he kept telling me he'd be the father, no matter where the sperm came from. I don't know. I guess his fantasy became my fantasy."

"When did you decide on a black man?"

"It was part of his fantasy," she said. "He said it pushed all his cuckold buttons, not only another man getting me pregnant, but our friends and family knowing it. His fantasy became my fantasy."

"You went to Australia to have the baby," Mike said. "I thought you told everyone you adopted Dannika."

"We did," Stacy said. "But you know, people talk, gossip." She held out her arms. "It's hard to hide my bigger breasts. I express but it's hard to keep people from seeing, especially at work." She shrugged. "Jim doesn't mind the gossip. It excites him Dannika is part black, and people suspected I had a black man's baby."

"I don't get it then," Mike said. "Why'd Jim leave you?"

Stacy shook her head. "It's my fault," she said regretfully. "I fell in love with Darren." She quickly added, "Not like with Jim."

"Jen – my wife – sometimes she says she feels love for her boyfriends, but she's not in love with them."

"Yeah, I get that," Stacy said. "Someday I'd like to meet Jen."

"I'm sure you'd like each other," Mike said.

"It was more than that with Darren though," she said. "You have to understand Mike. It's impossible for a girl to not love the father of her child. At some level, there's love. Especially when the father is kind, like Darren."

"Jim's Dannika's father," Mike said.

"Of course he is," Stacy said immediately. "But it's not like I went to a sperm bank. I had sex with Darren, a lot. The entire time we were trying to have a baby. It was impossible not to form a bond with him. He feels the same way. At some level we love each other."

"Oh," Mike said. Now he understood why Allie had such problems with Darren's old BBC lifestyle. Maybe she sensed this bond between Darren and Stacy (and with the other white girls he'd impregnated).

"Jim can't stand another man's in my heart," Stacy said mournfully. "I tell him the love I feel for Darren is nothing like how I love him. Jim's my man, my soul mate. But Jim can't get it out of his head, that I have feelings like that for another man."

"Stacy, let me ask you something," Mike said. "If Darren asked you, would you leave Jim for him?"

"Darren would never do that, he's engaged, to your wife's best friend, right?"

"Yeah, but I'm just asking," Mike said. "It's important."

"I got jealous when I found out, that Darren was engaged," she admitted. "That really set Jim off."

"I bet," Mike said. He'd flip out if Jen got jealous if one of her old boyfriends got engaged, if Drums met a girl. 

"Mike, I'd never leave Jim," she said. "But honestly? I'd like to keep Darren in my life. Do you think his fiancée – Allie right? Do you think she'd share Darren?"

Mike shook his head. "Stacy, that's the problem, that's why Jim left you," he said. "You still want Darren."

"But that was always the plan, for Darren to stay in our lives," she insisted, not understanding. "It excited Jim. He even came up with her name, Dannika, as a constant reminder of Darren in our lives."

"But that was before you told Jim you loved Darren, right?" Mike said. Seeing her reluctantly nod, Mike said "I think Jim and are the same. I like sharing Jen with other men. I like the thrill of seeing her infatuated with another man. But at the end of the day, Jen only loves me. I don't share her heart with anyone. If she told me she loved another man ... I wouldn't be able to handle it."

"So what should I do, lie?" Stacy said helplessly.

"You need to forget about Darren," Mike told her. "Stop talking to him, stop texting him. Stop thinking about him. Eventually your feelings for him will fade. That's what you want, right?"

"I guess," Stacy said, conflicted. Clearly she wanted to keep Darren in her life.

Mike took her hands. "You have to make a choice Stacy," he implored her. "I understand how Jim feels. It's either Jim or Darren."

"Okay, okay," Stacy said. With that stark choice in front of her, of course she was going to choose her husband. 

"Stacy, does Dannika have a middle name?" Mike asked.

"Yes, Emma, after Jim's mother," Stacy said.

"Take my advice," Mike said with an encouraging, kind smile. "Start calling your baby Emma."

Stacy smiled weakly, understanding. Making a decision, she said "Mike, will you do something for me? Tell Darren not to contact me anymore."

Jen decided to join the rest of the group. She put on her Jimmy Cho platform sandals and walked to the other side of the pool, sitting next to Diana and Lucy and some of the other wives and girlfriends. "How are you Jennifer?" Lucy said coldly. All the girls were giving her the cold shoulder after last night, and they'd probably seen Mal fingering her across the pool.

Jen decided to face it head on. "Okay, I know I'm a slut, I'm sorry," she said. She smiled delightedly. "But god, that boy knows how to touch a girl!"

Lucy and Diana smiled. So did the other girls. One girl fanned her face excitedly. Soon they were all laughing and gossiping about Mal, Drums and Jay, and Artie too. Jen gossiped and laughed along with them, excitedly talking about the boys like they were sex toys. The other girls immediately accepted her back into the flock. Jen was clearly the most coveted girl among the guys, and it was fun for the other girls to be around her. It was like back in high school, it was fun and flattering to be a confidant of the homecoming queen or captain of the cheerleaders.

"What I don't get is, those guys over there," Jen said, talking about the guy groupies. "Why do they hang out?"

"Some of them hope to get into our pants," Lucy said. 

"Some of them hope to get into the Ramones's pants," Diana said with a wicked giggle.

"They're gay?" Jen asked looking over at them. That would be a shame, some of the guy groupies were hot.

"Or bi," Diana said nodding. She was clearly drunk (even though it was barely the afternoon). Diana always seemed drunk or high, or both. "It's sooo hot. Once a guy went down on Jay. Then he licked Jay's ass while Jay fucked me."

"Once?" Lucy said laughing. "That happens all the time! I mean, if you want it to."

"You've done it too?" Jen asked her eyes wide.

"Artie and Mal are shits sometimes," Lucy said. "Most of the guy groupies are straight. They make the straight ones suck them, to fuck up their heads."

"Why would a guy do that?" Jen asked.

"So they can hang out and party," Lucy said. After a moment she said "I've seen Drums do that too." She said it like she was concerned Jen might get upset at finding out her boyfriend was a shit.

Reading her mind, Jen said "I don't care what he does, we're just hanging out." She gave Lucy a friendly, "don't worry about it" smile.

Jen felt her pussy start to tingle. The image of Mal and Frankie making Mike suck them off flashed through her mind. 

She hadn't thought about those crazy fantasies in a while, where a dominate man makes Mike do things. She knew why. She'd been so distracted with Alec and Jamie, and now Drums. They'd fucked her so much. She'd had sex with Mike during that time of course, but not passionately, not because she needed him. 

Her body didn't need sex from Mike. The other guys kept her more than satisfied. It was kinda like, the other guys were using up all her horniness, leaving nothing for Mike.

She thought back to that time she gave Mike a ruined orgasm. She'd told Mike to keep himself completely hairless, like a little boy. Was he doing that? When was the last time she saw her husband completely naked? Most times lately when they had sex it was after she'd been with another man, when she was sleepy and it was dark. She'd ride him as she talked sexily about her evening, mostly intent on getting him off so she could go to sleep. 

Jen realized guiltily she hadn't paid much attention sexually to Mike. But SHOULD she feel guilty about that? Wasn't she doing exactly what he wanted? In a way, her fucking other men WAS paying sexual attention to Mike. She was giving him what he wanted. And their marriage was really strong, they talked and cuddled all the time. 

"Hello, earth to Jen," Lucy said. 

"Oh sorry," Jen said breaking out of her reverie. 

"I just asked about your husband," Lucy said. "You said you and Drums are just friends?"

"I guess we're more than friends," Jen said. Using her standard explanation, she said "My husband and I have an open marriage. So he's okay I'm with Frankie." She got up, feeling bad about Mike. "I actually have to call Mike, I'll be right back."

Jen found a quiet spot away from the loud music and the people playing in the pool. "Hi baby," she said when he answered the phone. She heard music and talking in the background. "Where are you?"

"I'm at Jim's apartment," Mike said, stepping away from Jim to the kitchen. 

"I'm doing what you want, right Mike?" she asked. "Being with Frankie and partying with his friends ..."

"Yes, absolutely, that's exactly what I want," Mike said, concerned. Why was she asking him this? "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine, I just wanted to make sure," Jen said, needing to hear her husband's reassurance that all was okay. "We haven't had much alone time lately."

"I want you with Drums," Mike assured her. "It really turns me on."

"It turns me on too," Jen admitted with a giggle.

"You're being a good girlfriend?" Mike teased.

"Oh yes," Jen teased back. "He's being a good boyfriend too." She decided not to tell Mike how Mal had fingered her a little while ago. She'd wait until Mike was alone and could play with himself.




Consequences Pt. 16



"You know how you said, you're helping Drums understand what it's like to be in a real relationship?" Mike said. "I've been thinking about that a lot."

"You have?" Jen said prompting him.

Mike hesitated, then said "Let's talk about it later, when we're together."

"Okay," Jen said hesitantly. "Are Jim and Stacy okay?"

"They're going through a rough patch," Mike said. "Jen, you're making Drums use condoms all the time, right?"

"Of course baby," Jen assured him. "We talked and now he puts one on without me asking."

"Good," Mike said.

Jen heard the relief in her husband's voice. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "We can talk about it later. I better get back to Jim."

"Okay," Jen said. "I love you Mike."

"I love you too Jen."

Mike returned to the living room, sitting across from Jim. "I talked to Stacy, she wants you to come home," he said. "She loves you Jim."

"Did she tell you she loves Darren?" Jim said bitterly.

"Of course she has feelings for Darren, think of what they shared," Mike said. "Jim, I'm just like you. You can't tell me her feelings for Darren don't excite you."

"She crossed the line, fell in love with him," Jims said. "She wants a relationship with him."

"I talked to her about that," Mike said. "I told her it was Darren or you. Of course she picked you Jim."

"She needed another man to tell her that," Jim said bitterly. 

"Come on Jim, you gave her mixed signals, she's confused," Mike said. "Give her a chance, she wants you. She's breaking all contact with Darren. She's telling him never to contact her again."

"She is?" Jim said looking hopeful.

"Yes," Mike said definitively. "Stacy needs her husband Jim. And Emma needs her father."

"Emma?" Jim said not understanding.

"I think you should use your baby's middle name," Mike said. "You know, until things are worked out."

Jim nodded his understanding. Then he shook his head. "God Mike, if I'd known how this would turn out I never would have done it. I never thought Stacy would fall in love with another man. I mean, we've been together forever, been through a lot. She's fucked a lot of guys, and never had feelings for any of them. I can't believe she fell in love with a black man. She's never been interested in black men, I pushed her into it."

"I don't think it's love Jim," Mike said reassuringly. "Not the love she has for you anyway." After a moment, Mike said "Can I ask you something? Does it still turn you on?"

An embarrassed smile came to Jim's face. "How can something break my heart and turn me on at the same time?" he said with a humorless laugh.

"I'm the same way," Mike said sharing the same humorless laugh.

"Do you have this fantasy too?" Jim asked. "For another man to get Jen pregnant?"

"It already happened," Mike said with a nod. "Her last boyfriend – the one before Drums – got her pregnant."

Jim's eyes grew wide. "Has she had the baby?" he asked excitedly.

"She had a miscarriage," Mike said looking down.

"God I'm sorry Mike," Jim said his excitement gone.

"Yeah ..." Mike said. "It wasn't intentional. One time Tom – that was her boyfriend – he didn't use a condom."

"Jen wasn't on the pill?" Jim asked his excitement returning.

"She was, but she's always been scatterbrained about it, half the time she forgets to take it," Mike said. "I think Tom tried to get her pregnant. He was trying to take her away from me."

"So what happened?" Jim asked excitedly.

"She dumped Tom," Mike said. "She loves me. Just like Stacy loves you."

"Do you think she loved Tom?" 

"I don't think so," Mike said. "I hope not. I'm like you, I wouldn't be able to handle it."

"Isn't it crazy?" Jim said with an ironic smile. "We push our wives into the arms of other men, hope they don't fall in love, but if they do it turns us on."

"We're so much alike!" Mike said with a laugh. Jim laughed too and they clinked their beer glasses.

"Jen has a new boyfriend, Drums?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, an old friend of mine," Mike said. "She's with him now."

"Is she on the pill?"

"No, I told her not to," Mike said. "She's making him use condoms."

"Do you want him to get her pregnant?"

"... we're playing this game," Mike said after a long pause. "Jen's given me 3 wishes." He laughed. "It's a long story. We're doing wish 2 now. It's for Jen to let herself go with Drums. I want to see her infatuated with another man."

"Is she?" Jim asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Mike said. "It's hard seeing her that way, but I'm always hot." Mike laughed.

"Listening to you is getting ME hot," Jim said laughing with Mike. "What if she falls in love with Drums?"

"I don't think she will," Mike said. "We've done this before. She likes the emotional thing, the romance and the excitement of a new relationship. But it's more like a crush, not love."

"I get it," Jim said. "So what's your third wish?"

"I haven't told Jen yet, but I think she knows," Mike said. "I want her to have another man's baby. It's the ultimate cuckold thing, you know? But I want it to be intentional this time. I want her to fuck a guy with all of us knowing he's trying to get her pregnant."

"Yeah, that's so hot," Jim gushed. "Stacy spent a week with Darren, when she was ovulating. They fucked constantly, without condoms. Every time after he came inside her, I'd hold up her legs to keep his sperm inside her. I used condoms to make sure the baby was his. It was the hottest time of my life."

"That's how I want it," Mike said excitedly. "I don't want Jen to let me fuck her at all. I really want to experience it. I want it to go an entire month. She'll only let her lover inside her."

"You wouldn't get any of her pussy?" Jim said breathing hard. "That's so hot! Who would be the father? Drums?"

Mike shook his head. "One of Jen's old boyfriends," he said. "Scott."

"Why Scott?"

"Because I hate him," Mike said. "And he hates me."

"Your rival? God Mike, if you keep talking I'm gonna have to jerk off," Jim said his voice hoarse with excitement.

"Want to see them together?" Mike said excitedly. "Scott made a video. Allie's in it too, Darren's fiancée." Mike took out his computer and started the video from Vegas.

"God Mike, Jen's gorgeous!" Jim gushed as Jen appeared on the screen. "So is Allie!" His mouth dropped open as the action unfolded. "God ..." he moaned. He took out his cock and stroked himself. "Sorry I can't help it," he said to Mike, not taking his eyes off the screen.

Jim came twice by the time Scott looked smugly into the screen and said "Hey asshole, so you don't want me fucking her bareback, huh? Well, guess what? Your pretty wife took my load and loved it! Think she'll ever make me use a condom again? Maybe I even knocked her up tonight. She'll get fat with my baby. What do you think of that shit head?"

Jim cleaned himself and zipped up his pants. "Sorry," he said embarrassed.

"That's okay," Mike said feeling awkward. He wanted to jerk off too – he always got hot watching that video – but he managed to control himself. "So you understand why I want this?"

"Your rival getting Jen pregnant, yeah I get it," Jim said excitedly. "He'd have that over you for the rest of your life. That your wife let him impregnate her. That he's the real father of your baby."

"Yeah, that's it," Mike said, finding it hard to talk. His cock was so hard it hurt.

"Will Jen do it?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said. "She has this no "old boyfriend" rule. But Scott is safe. It won't be like Stacy and Darren. Jen dated Scott before and didn't fall in love with him. They got close -- real close -- but when it ended it ended."

"Are you sure you can handle it?" Jim said. "Jen will be connected to Scott forever. Do you want that?"

"We'll move someplace else," Mike said.

"It doesn't matter," Jim said. "Scott will be the biological father. If he calls, Jen will have to talk to him. He'll have control over her. Probably not a lot, but who knows? What if he uses the baby to keep seeing Jen, to keep fucking her? What if he uses the baby to try to take Jen away from you?"

"Stop," Mike said gasping, his head spinning with lust. He felt about to burst. "Please stop."

Jim gave Mike time to calm down. Then he said "I know how it is Mike. I know how hot it is. But you're got to really think it through before you push Jen into this. You think Jen won't fall in love with Scott, but she'll be having his baby. You don't know what will happen. Believe me, I know what I'm talking about."

Drums returned to the pool carrying 3 small bags. He gave a bag to Mal and Jay each and then walked over to Jen carrying the last bag. Jen knew there were drugs inside.

"My appointment with the tattoo artist is coming up," he said after kissing her.

"Let go," Jen said talking his arm. 

Inside their room Jen ran her hand inside his shirt, feeling his muscular chest. "Do we have time for a quickie before your appointment?" she asked smiling eagerly into his face.

"Fuck you're a horny bitch!" he teased.

"Mal got me off at the pool, with his finger," Jen said excitedly. "God I need a cock inside me!" She ran her hand over Drum's thick bulge.

"Okay, just give me a minute," Drums said laughing. Jen watched him snort 2 lines of coke. 

"Be careful, okay Frankie?" she said rubbing his arm, concern in her voice. 

"Don't worry, I can handle it," Drums assured her. "Want one of these?" he said holding up an Ecstasy pill.

"Oh yes," Jen said excitedly, remembering how the drug had made the sex sooo incredible. "Like this though." She put the pill on Drum's tongue and then kissed him open mouth. Drums tongued Jen, pushing the pill into her mouth. She swallowed it. Their kissing turned into a serious make out session.

"Mal got you worked up for me huh?" he chuckled reaching into her bikini bottoms.

"Yeah, he got me off at the pool," Jen breathed into his mouth, moaning and arching her back as his finger found her clit. His technique wasn't as good as Mal, but she was so hot it didn't matter!

"He's dying to fuck you," Drums said. "He can't stand it. He usually gets the prettiest girls, Jay and me get his leftovers."

"Am I the prettiest girl Frankie?" Jen said sliding to her knees and taking out his cock, looking up at him with her big blue eyes.

"You're the best looking girl I've ever known," he gushed. 

"Do I look pretty with your cock in my mouth?" Jen teased as she swallowed his cock.

"God yeah," Drums moaned loving how she looked with her mouth stretched wide around his thick cock.

"Can I ask you something?" Jen said stroking his shaft with both hands. "Do you really make straight guys suck you off?"

"Who told you that?" Drums said with a guarded look on his face.

"Lucy and Di," she said licking his thick shaft with the flat of her tongue. "I think it's so hot!"

"You're into gay porn?" Drums asked with an intrigued smile.

"No," Jen said. She ran her nails down his chest. "I'm into a straight guy making another straight guy suck him off." As if realizing what she'd just said, her face turned red. "I can't believe I just said that," she said with an embarrassed giggle. The Ecstasy was really hitting her, lowering all her inhibitions!

"That's okay, I'm into kinky shit like that too," Drums said reassuringly. "Ever do something like that with Mike?"

Jen looked at Drums with a delighted smile, like a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. "One time I made him suck another guy off," she said excitedly, referring to that time with Alec. "It was only a second, but god it was so hot!"

"Did he like it?"

"I'm not sure," Jen said. 

"I thought you don't like humiliating him," Drums said.

"It's okay if I do it," Jen said. 

"So do you want me to make Mike suck me off?" he asked intrigued by the prospect.

Jen didn't answer, taking him into her mouth again. God this was turning her on so much! She sucked him for a few more moments then said "I need this inside me!"

They were done 30 minutes later, both of them panting. "God you fuck me so good!" Jen gushed, her body still tingling from the incredible orgasms (two!) he just gave her.

"We should've fucked in college," Drums panted.

"We're making up for lost time!" Jen giggled. With her lust sated for the moment, she said to him "Don't tell Mike what I said, okay?"

"Do you think he's gay?" Drums said. "It sounds like he liked sucking that guy."

"I didn't say that," Jen said defensively. "It was just a second." She looked seriously at him. "Just don't say anything okay? He gets really insecure sometimes."

"Okay but I need something from you," Drums said. "You can't keep leaving Mal and Jay hanging. They're getting pissed at me."

"They're the ones hitting on me!" Jen said incredulously.

"Yeah right, like you're not teasing them," Drums said giving her a knowing smile.

"What am I supposed to do, wear a bag over my head?"

"I'm just saying, they're gonna rape you soon if you don't give them some," Drums warned.

"Seriously?" Jen said with a frown.

"No they're not going to rape you, they're not complete assholes!" Drums said. "But can't you give them something? A blow job, a hand job even?"

"Did you really just ask me that?" Jen said sarcastically.

"I'm just trying to keep my friends happy," Drums said trying to look innocent.

"Yeah, like Mal and Jay don't get a lot of sex from all the groupies," Jen said sarcastically. She added with an incredulous laugh, "I can't believe we're having this conversation. Do you really expect me to have sex with your friends? Playing is one thing, but sex?"

"You fuck other men for Mike," Drums pointed out.

"He's my husband," Jen said. Seeing a cloud pass over his face, she said "Come on Frankie, we've talked about this. Mike doesn't want me to. And I'm not sure I want to. I'm not a complete slut."

"Okay, whatever," Drums said. He tried not to show his annoyance. He knew he was going to catch shit later from Mal and Jay. But that wasn't what really bothered him.

They took showers and got dressed. Drums put on his standard garb, jeans and a t-shirt. His eyes went wide when he saw what Jen was wearing. She wore a tight white crop top that showed off her sexy mid drift, and white boy shorts. Underneath she had on a bra and thong panties. The shorts were tight and body hugging, perfectly showing off her achingly hot ass (you could see the outline of her thong underneath if you looked just right). She topped off the outfit with pink high heels. The outfit really showed off her slim, tight figure! It was good she kept in shape because there wasn't anywhere to hide any extra flesh in that outfit!

"Fuck Jen," Drums murmured admiringly feeling his cock stir. He pulled her into his arms. 

"Stop we have to go," she giggled wiggling from her arms. She felt sooo sexy! She couldn't help feeling that way with so many guys lusting after her body! Especially really hot guys (and desired by so many girls) like Mal, Jay and Frankie. She hadn't made up her mind about Mal and Jay, but it turned her on to be so desired.

At the tattoo parlor Jen sat on a short stool, leaning on her knees as she watched the tattoo artist add a small scene to the unfinished painting on Drums's arm. The artist repeatedly glanced Jen's way, ogling her long legs and tight body.

"You oughta get a tat while we're here Jen," Drums urged.

"You got any tattoos?" the tattoo artist asked eyeing Jen hungrily. The artist had a bad boy face, always smirking. He kept in shape, the cords in his muscular arms moving as he inked Drums's arm. He had a menacing snake tattoo running up his arm and around his neck. He looked ... threatening.

"Not yet," she said avoiding the tattoo artist's stare. 

"Virgin skin," he said with a leering smile. His teeth were bright white, somehow fitting with the evil looking snake wrapped around his muscular neck. "Tell me what you want, I'll do it, no charge."

"She wants a tramp stamp," Drums said.

The artist nodded. "Good place to start," he said approvingly.

Jen looked down, breaking eye contact with the intimidating artist. Jen found the artist really hot! The Ecstasy was really hitting her, making her dazed, a little confused, lowering her inhibitions. An image flashed through her mind of the tat artist feeling her up as he inked her ass, and then fucking her hard from behind as payment. What would Mike think if this intimidating man got her pregnant? She barely avoided shuddering.

"Turn around, let me see your ass," the artist said, wanting to see the canvas of her body. He'd so love to ink her, cover her hot body with his art!

"... I'm good," Jen said after a moment, not moving from the stool. "Maybe next time."

"I'm kind of mad at you," Jen said to Drums later in bed, after the concert and post-party. The effects of the Ecstasy had mostly worn off. "You get me high, and then you pressure me into things."

"You wanted the Ecstasy," Drums said looking innocent, not understanding where she was coming from.

"Yeah, but then you try to get me with Mal and Jay, and get a tattoo," she said. "You can't do that Frankie."

"I'm just having fun," Drums said with his typical happy-go-lucky carefree grin.

Jen tenderly took his face in her hands and looked into his eyes. "It's not always about fun Frankie," she said gently trying to make him understand. "You've got to grow up a little. You can't try to get me to do things like that when I'm high." 

He suddenly looked pained, like a little boy trying to please and then realizing he'd disappointed. "I told you I'm a shitty boyfriend," he said dejectedly.

"You can practice being a good boyfriend with me," Jen said brightly with an encouraging smile, wrapping her arms around his neck. She liked his boyishness, he was adorable sometimes!

"I'm trying," Drums said sounding sincere. Deciding to get something off his chest, he said "If you don't want to fuck Mal and Jay, fine," he said. "I just wish it wasn't always about Mike. I wish it was about me sometimes."

Jen slowly nodded as she processed what he said. She had to be more careful about mentioning Mike to him. "Sorry," she said. "I guess I'm not always the best girlfriend." She kissed him. "Maybe we can practice on each other."

"Yeah," he said, grinning and kissing her back. "I know something we're pretty good at." He pulled her to him and they made love.

Saturday was more of the same. Jen spent the morning in bed with Drums, mostly fucking. They fucked when they woke. They got room service for breakfast and fucked again. They got room service for lunch but barely touched it, fucking instead. When they weren't fucking they laughed and talked and listened to music. Jen found herself really enjoying being with Drums (and not just for the sex). 

By the time they joined the gang at the pool Jen could barely walk. This time Drums intentionally steered her away from Mal and Jay. "Thanks," Jen said leaning into his arm, liking how he held her protectively. She looked at him with partially glazed eyes. She was high again on Ecstasy already, she really loved how it made her relax and the sex was freaking awesome!

In London Mike was hard at work with his team. He was distracted though from his conversations yesterday with Jim and Stacy. He hoped they'd get back together. Dannika (Emma!) needed both her parents. And Jim and Stacy needed each other.

Mike was in constant lust thinking about his third wish. Jen letting Scott get her pregnant. Scott fucking her bareback, shooting his fertile sperm into her unprotected womb, with the intention of getting her pregnant. Scott – a man Mike despised -- holding that over him for the rest of his life, that he was the real father of his baby, and using that fact to stay in Jen's life and maybe keep fucking her, maybe even fathering another child with Jen.




Consequences Pt. 17



Author's Note: This is a special chapter because it includes a cross-over with characters from JayCuck's great story, "The One Less Traveled." In Chapter 7 of that story, Collin takes Nicole to an upscale club in San Antonio. Collin is Nicole's black boyfriend. Nick (Nicole's husband) watches the couple from the bar. Nicole doesn't know Nick is there. In my version of the story, Jen meets Nicole in that scene.

Just to get the navigation right, there are two scenes at that club in "The One Less Traveled Chapter 7." What takes place in my story happens during the 2nd scene on Friday night (the night before the big scene at IHOP). But, I've taken the liberty of also using some of the elements of the 1st scene from Wednesday in my story too. I tried to write it so these things COULD have happened in JayCuck's story. 

Where possible, I've used the words directly from JC's story to make the crossover more real. But, in JC's story, Nick is the narrator. In my story, it's more from Jen's point of view. So things happen in my story that Nick never saw. Also, some of the things people say and did (like the conversation between Nicole and Latisha) are how Jen's perceives it.

I want to thank JayCuck for giving me permission to introduce my characters into his story, and for editing and giving his approval of this chapter. Jen and Mike might someday make an appearance in one of his stories.

"The One Less Traveled" is one of those stories that really stuck in my head (JC and I had some correspondence and that's what led to this crossover). I'm both turned on and bothered by it. (Maybe some people feel the same way about my stories.) I like both Nick and Nicole, but they frustrate me too. Nicole bothers me the way she treats Nick sometimes. I wish we were friends in real life (platonic of course) and I could try to talk some sense into her. 

I can't do that of course because Nicole is a fictional character. So here I've done what I could, and had Jen talk to Nicole. Of course, Jen can be pretty mean to Mike too. So it's kinda like the blind leading the blonde (ha ha). But I did manage to pass along some advice to Nicole when Jen tells her "Maybe Nick wants you to tell him you're a Nick kind of girl."

It wasn't my intent, but I think my chapter helps explain 2 things in JayCuck's story. First, it helps explain why Nicole overslept after the bar scene. Second, it helps explain what later happens with Cynthia (why Nicole was open to it happening). Hopefully I haven't given anything away in JayCuck's story with what I just said.

I see Nicole the way Jen was in "He Fucked My Girl" and "All In My Head" – Jen was just beginning to explore cuckolding with Mike, and not really knowing the boundaries. Jen understands Mike better now, knows how to keep him in "good hurt" territory. I eagerly read each new chapter in JayCuck's continuing story of Nicole and Nick, and hope his story has a happy ending for the couple.

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~~ Week 5 ~~

Mike met with Darren the next night. "You have to leave Stacy alone," Mike told his friend. "She and Jim need to heal."

"She told you this?" Darren said hurt and angry.

"Yes," Mike said, not understanding Darren's reaction. Didn't he want Stacy and Jim to get back together?

Reading Mike's mind, Darren said "I want Stacy and Jim to be happy. But I have feelings for Stacy, and Dannika."

"They call her Emma now," Mike said. "I'll be honest with you, it was my suggestion."

Darren scowled at Mike. "I asked you to talk to Stacy and Jim, not shut me out," he said angrily. 

"Stacy fell in love with you," Mike said incredulously. "Jim is hurting. They're close to breaking up for good. This isn't about you. Does Allie know you want to keep seeing Stacy?"

"I don't want to keep seeing Stacy, not sexually anyway," Darren said. "I just want to stay in her life, and Dannika's. I have feelings for them."

"That's worse Darren, don't you see that?" Mike implored.

"It's not easy Mike, I can't just turn a switch," Darren said.

"You have to Darren," Mike said looking into the black man's eyes. "For Jim and Stacy. And for you and Allie."

"Are you seeing Drums this weekend?" Mike asked Jen the next evening.

"I'd like to," she said. "He's going to San Antonio of all places, the whole band."

"San Antonio? Why?"

"They're playing at a Bar Mitzvah," Jen said giggling. "For a Jewish boy and his rich parents."

"They must be really rich," Mike said shocked. "But a Bar Mitzvah?"

"Artie doesn't think the Ramones thing will last, it's a fad," she said with a shrug. "He's doing gigs anywhere while it lasts."

"Wherever the money's good?" Mike joked.

"I guess," Jen said. "So you want to go to San Antonio this weekend?" she asked smiling into his eyes.

"You go with Drums," Mike said. "I have to be with the team in London. In fact, I have to leave tomorrow."

"Is this just you wanting me alone with Frankie?" Jen asked giving him a suspicious smile. 

"You know I want that," he said smiling back. "You like being alone with him, right?"

"Yeah but I feel bad, I haven't taken care of this enough," she said cupping his erection. She took out his cock and kissed his cock head. She noticed he WASN"T keeping himself shaven. She decided not to mention it. They had enough going on in their life right now. 

Instead she said "You said you wanted to talk about how I'm helping Frankie see what it's like to be in a real relationship?"

"Yeah, it's kinda related to my third wish," Mike said. "But I'm not ready to talk about it yet."

"You can't leaving me hanging!" Jen said with a laugh. 

"Let me think about it some more," Mike said. He grinned. "I've got to make it good since it'll be the last time we play the game."

"Okay, but you have to tell me after this weekend," Jen said. She stroked him until he was rock hard. "I want this inside me."

"Do you really?" Mike asked.

"What?" 

"I was thinking," Mike began. "You're getting so much from Drums. Alec and Jamie too. Do you really need sex from me?"

"You don't want sex with me?" Jen said looking incredulous.

"I always want sex with you honey," Mike assured her. "That's not what I mean. I'm asking, if YOU really need it from me. Since you're getting so much from other guys."

Jen remembered her thoughts the other day, how Frankie was using up all her horniness. She considered lying to Mike to spare his feelings, but decided the least she could do was tell the truth. "I guess my body doesn't need sex with you so much right now," she admitted. Then she added truthfully "But my heart does."

"I'll take that," Mike said smiling. "Honestly that turns me on. That you prefer sex with Drums over me."

"I didn't exactly say that," Jen said frowning at him. "I said I'm getting it so much from Frankie I don't need it as much from you. That's a big difference."

"I guess ..."

"It is Mike," Jen insisted wrapping her arms around his neck. "Are you okay? During the week we're both working so hard. I spend weekends with Frankie. We hardly see each other. Are you upset?"

"I get jealous, lonely sometimes," Mike admitted. "But that's part of it for me, you know?"

"Yeah I know," Jen said. They hugged. "Frankie's fun, the sex is great. But I'm seriously not falling in love with him. I like him a lot, I guess I have a crush on him right now. But after 9 weeks I'll be ready for it to end. I hope that doesn't ruin it for you. I just needed to say that."

"That makes me feel better," Mike said honestly. 

"Good," Jen said. "Now I want this inside me," she said gently squeezing his small cock. She whipped her panties off and put a condom on Mike. Then she straddled his hips and lowered herself onto him.

"God," Mike moaned feeling the exquisiteness of his wife's soft, smooth pussy. When was the last time he'd been inside her?

They looked into the other's face as she slowly rocked up and down. "Do I feel smaller than Drums?" Mike asked. 

Jen knew her husband loved this talk, even though the answer was obvious. "Yeah, a lot smaller," she said.

"Play with yourself," Mike said. "I want to see you cum."

"Okay," Jen said reaching down and stroking her clit. "Can you last?"

"I think so," Mike said. He'd jerked off that morning so he should be able to last. 

Jen played with herself, slowly at first then faster. She closed her eyes thinking of a fantasy, and as she got into it her face went flush and she bit her lip. "Play with my nipples," she said urgently. Mike opened her blouse and pushed up her bra. Then he cupped her small breasts and thumbed her nipples the way he knew she loved it. Soon she groaned and came. Mike felt her pussy muscles contract as she climaxed. 

Mike loved looking at Jen's face when she came. The look of orgasmic ecstasy on her beautiful face was an incredible sight, he'd never get tired of it.

Jen collapsed into his chest, panting. He held her, she felt good in his arms. "What did you fantasize about? Drums?"

"I always think about you when I play with myself," Jen said, her breathing returning to normal. 

Mike gave her a disbelieving, skeptical look.

"I'm serious," Jen said. "I always think about you." After a moment she added "There's usually another guy there too."

"Really, a threesome?" Mike asked.

"Sorta," Jen said. "Do you really want to hear this?"

"Yeah," Mike said, curious.

"Remember that first time with Alec? He was inside me and you were licking me? And he slipped out and you swallowed him? I think about things like that."

Mike looked at her shocked. She couldn't help smile at the look on his face.

"I know you're not gay!" she assured him with a giggle. "I've told you, I fantasize about a dominate guy making us do things. Both of us. It's so hot!"

Mike reluctantly nodded, thinking about his fantasy of Scott – the man he hated more than anyone in the world – getting Jen pregnant. "Yeah, I can see the hotness of that."

"Really?" Jen said, her face a mix of surprise and delight.

"Maybe, I'm not sure," Mike said quickly, his face going red, already regretting his confession. "Can we talk about it later?" 

"Sure baby," Jen said hugging him. She continued to slowly move up and down on his cock. "Do I feel loose?"

"Yeah a little," Mike said. He lied. She felt way looser than normal. Or maybe this WAS her normal now. That turned him on, but disturbed him too. "I guess Drums is stretching you out."

"I'm not sure I like that," she said frowning. She liked having a tight pussy. It wasn't just for Mike. She liked a tight pussy just like she liked her tight body.

"I'm sure you're still way tight for most guys," Mike said. "I'm the smallest cock you've ever had, huh?"

Mike had asked this question many times, but she'd never directly answered him. For some reason though she decided to tell him the truth. "Yeah, you are the smallest," she said kissing his lips. 

"When we first started going out, and you came on my cock, were you faking it?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she admitted. She didn't know why she was revealing this to him. She'd evaded questions like this for years. But for some reason, she felt the need to fess up.

"What about now?" he asked. "Do you still fake it with me?"

"Sometimes," she admitted. She saw the disappointment and hurt in his eyes. She regretted telling him. She knew how important it was for him that he was able to make her cum on his cock. "I'm sorry baby." 

"Even when I go down on you?"

"No, never then," she said truthfully.

"Don't ever fake it Jen," he said hurt in his voice. "Never again."

"I won't, I promise," she said hugging him. "Orgasms aren't everything Mike."

"Then don't fake it!" Mike said again, a tear welling up in his eye.

"I'm sorry, I won't!" Jen promised. She started to cry knowing she'd hurt him. "I'm sorry baby!"

Tears fell down Mike's cheeks too. Jen continued to rock on his cock and Mike finally came, as they hugged and cried. Afterwards they both felt something had changed in their relationship. 

That would be the last time Mike would be inside Jen for a very long time.

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Jen and Allie treated themselves to lunch the next day. They hadn't gone to lunch in forever. They took a long lunch, and even had a glass of wine. The reality was, they didn't have much to do for Memphis right now. Their hopes now depended solely on Mike and his team getting the Ring working. 

"Can you believe it?" Allie said with an ironic laugh. "We're the marketing whiz kids, but everything depends on the software geeks." After a moment she added "I don't really think Mike is a geek. Where is he anyway?"

"He left for London this morning," Jen said.

"Off to the Shire huh?" Allie said. 

"The Shire?" Jen asked tilting her head.

"Everyone's calling their big office the Shire," Allie said. "They're calling his team the Fellowship. You know, after Lord of the Rings."

"Yeah," Jen said hearing this for the first time. "Um ... what do they call Mike?"

"Some people call him Gandalf," Allie said. "A few interns call him Aragorn, believe it or not."

"Hmmm," Jen said frowning. Young bare legged interns were noticing her husband? She didn't like that.

"You haven't heard this?" Allie said. "Where have you been, Mars?"

"Busy I guess," Jen said distractedly, looking off into the distance. She thought of Drums. She was really looking forward to this weekend, and her body ached for him. A smile came to her face as she thought about her "boyfriend."

"What are you thinking about?" Allie asked a smirk on her face. "Are you two playing your game?"

"Do you really want to hear about it?" Jen asked.

"No," Allie said immediately. "Just don't fuck up Mike's head, okay? We need him right now."

"I know what I'm doing Allie," Jen said. "I'm doing exactly what Mike wants."

"Where have I heard that before?" Allie said skeptically, rolling her eyes. "It's not all about making the Ring work. He worships the ground you walk on. He's a good person Jen. Go easy on him."

"I know how good a person he is!" Jen said indignantly, shocked at her friend's rebuke.

"Then go easy on him Jen," Allie implored. "You've got him wrapped around your finger. Stop taking advantage of him."

"What?" Jen said, giving Allie a what-the-fuck look.

Allie leaned over the table to get closer to Jen. "You use Mike's fantasies to fuck any guy you want," Allie whispered. "You've been doing that since Ricky."

"I'm doing what Mike wants me to!" Jen insisted.

Allie leaned even closer. "You cheated on him in college," she whispered. "With both Collin and Ricky."

"Mike knows all about that!" Jen hissed.

"You only told him later," Allie said accusingly.

Jen turned away, grimacing. "I don't do that anymore," she said, tacitly admitting the truth of Allie's accusations. "Since when have you been such a Mike supporter?"

"He saved my best friend's life twice," Allie said. "He got my fiancée a job so we don't have to move away. It's hard not to be grateful to bubble boy." Allie squeezed Jen's hand. "I'm trying to be your friend. Just be careful, okay?"

"Allie gave me so much shit today," Jen told Mike later on the phone. She recounted their conversation. "I'm doing what you want, right Mike?"

"Yes, this is my wish," he assured her. "You didn't cheat on me in college honey. We weren't exclusive when that happened with Collin. And we were playing the game that time with Ricky. Anyway it's really hot. I'm glad it happened."

"Okay," Jen said grinning crookedly into the phone. Mike's recollection wasn't exactly the way things happened, but what he said made her feel better. He always saw the best in her. "So you still want me to go with Frankie to San Antonio?"

"Yes," Mike said grinning. He joked "I don't want you to miss that Bar Mitzvah."

"Oh definitely, I can't wait," she said, and they laughed. Actually, she was kinda curious and looking forward to it, she'd never been to one.

"You want to go with Drums, don't you?" Mike asked.

"I do," Jen said excitedly. "I know something you'll like."

"What?"

"You know I said I get so much sex from Frankie I don't need it from you?" she said thinking about her earlier thoughts. "It's like, Frankie uses up all my horniness. So there's nothing left for you." After a moment she asked "Does that turn you on?"

"Yeah," Mike said barely able to speak, his voice hoarse with lust.

"Are you playing with yourself?"

"No I've got to get back to work," Mike said. "Later okay?"

"Definitely," Jen promised.

As they were about to hang up Mike said "Allie's wrong honey. You're doing exactly what I want. Okay?"

"Okay," Jen said, beaming into the phone and feeling a lot better. 

Jen flew to San Antonio Thursday afternoon for another long weekend with Drums. They met at the airport (Drums flew in from Miami) and they shared a taxi to their hotel. They fucked non-stop, only stopping when exhaustion finally overtook them around 5am Friday morning.

They slept until late Friday afternoon, waking up ravenous. They fucked again before finally feasting on room service food.

Everyone was going to a club that evening. Artie said it was a real upscale place, so Jen wore her Chanel "little black dress." The dress had a swoop back that showed off her sexy back, plunging almost down to her ass. A bra wasn't possible, which meant her nipples dented the light silky material. The dress hugged her body and ended way above her knees. She wore black thigh high stockings underneath (no panties), and black Christian Louboutin high heels. She loved the red soles, they were so cute!

With her long blonde hair brushed to a silky luster and her make up perfect, Jen looked like a runway model. Drums wanted to punt the club and fuck her again, but Jen giggled and pushed him away. She wanted to go to the club and have fun with Drums and his friends.

There was a long line to get into the club. Artie talked to the bouncers. They looked at their list and then immediately let them cut the line to the jeers of people already there.

The club was dark with pools of light dispersed throughout the main floor. VIP sections ringed the dance floor. Stairs led up to a VIP second floor. The stairs were guarded by two beefy bouncers. Artie talked to some people and soon they were sitting in luxurious sofas up on the VIP second floor.

The club was the hottest bar in town, the hangout of all the "beautiful people" of San Antonio. Drums looked at the people on the crowded dance floor and bar. The women were all smoking hot and wearing as little as possible. It was like a buffet of hot women! 

The guys were all in great shape too, perfectly dressed and looked completely loaded with money. He felt superior though, because he had the prettiest girl on his arm. Yeah, the club was full of hot girls, but Jen was the hottest girl there! 

Drums felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned and saw a big athletic black man. "You're Drums?" the black man said with a friendly smile. "I'm Collin." 

Collin was tall, just as tall as Drums. He was built like an athlete. He was a very well-dressed black man with sharp, expressive eyes. Drums estimated his age at mid to late 40's. "I know Artie, we've done business," Collin said offering his hand.

"So you're the reason we got to cut the line and got up to this VIP section," Drums said smiling, shaking the black man's hand.

"Let's just say, I'm a frequent patron of this club," Collin said with a confident chuckle. "I won't keep you long. Just wanted to introduce myself. I'm a financial planner for high net worth individuals like you."

"I don't have any money," Drums said with a laugh.

"That's not what Artie says," Collin said with a friendly smile. "You and your friends have made a nice chunk of change with your Ramones revival. The key is to hold onto that money and make it grow. I can help you there. I just signed up Mal and Jay."




Consequences Pt. 17



"You work fast," Drums said admiringly.

"I don't want to keep you from the fun," Collin said with a laugh. "Work hard, play harder, right?" They both laughed and clinked glasses.

Jen was talking and laughing with Diana and Lucy when she glanced over and saw Frankie talking with a handsome black man. "I'll see you later," she said to her friends. Intrigued she walked over and wrapped her arm in Frankie's. "Hi honey," she said, leaning into Drums but looking at Collin. God, he was striking! He was older but gorgeous!

"Is this your wife?" Collin said, smiling. He looked Jen up and down, talking her all in. She was stunning! And so young ...

"His girlfriend," Jen corrected him. She smiled inside, noticing Collin checking her out, his eyes lingering on her nipples and legs. She liked attention, it turned her on.

A pretty waitress arrived with champagne. Collin handed one to Jen and Drums and took one himself.

"Are you here by yourself?" Jen asked Collin, sipping the champagne. Even as she talked to Collin she squeezed Frankie's arm, not wanting him to get jealous.

"No, I'm here with my girlfriend Nicole," Collin said. He looked around. "There she is," he said motioning across the room.

Jen saw a Latin-ish girl across the room. Nicole had light skin and silky brown hair, and expressive, captivating brown eyes. Nicole was shorter than Jen, maybe 5'1" to her 5'3", but she wore higher heels. 

Jen's eyes were drawn to Nicole's chest and felt envious. She was barely a B cup (really an A cup). Nicole's looked to be Ds, and with a girl's intuition Jen knew they were natural. Her breasts looked even bigger on her petite figure, a small waist and flat stomach. Nicole's legs weren't as long as hers, but they were shapely and well-muscled. Jen could tell the brunette worked out a lot.

Nicole was laughing and pulling someone behind her towards the private VIP dance floor. This small dance floor was tucked away on the 2nd floor and couldn't be seen from the main dance floor and bar on the 1st floor.

As she laughed Nicole turned and Jen got a good look at her face. "Wow, she's beautiful," Jen thought. Nicole was as pretty as Allie (prettier maybe), and had bigger boobs. 

Jen watched as Nicole danced, moving in time with the music. Her dance partner was another black man, about the same age as Collin. He clearly wasn't an athlete because he didn't have the body for it. He wasn't fat, but he didn't have that athlete build. His stomach was flat, but with just a hint of a paunch that was slightly hidden by his dress shirt.

"Who's Nicole dancing with?" Jen asked Collin.

"That's my lawyer David," Collin said, also intently watching his pretty girlfriend dancing with David. His white happily married girlfriend.

Jen watched as Nicole smoothly turned and pressed her back up against David. Moving with the music, she sexily rubbed herself up and down his front. Her backside was in constant contact with him as she slowly moved upwards and then downwards, thrusting her ass into his body as she moved. David moved together nicely with Nicole and he could dance as well. They looked good together. Jen got the impression they'd done this before.

David's hands trailed along Nicole's arms and hips as he moved with her. Nicole raised her hands and swayed with the music while keeping her back against him. His hands immediately moved to her hips and then to her stomach. David's hands crept upwards towards her breasts. His hands reached the bottoms of her breasts and cupped them gently. He clearly got a good feel, and she let his hands linger there.

Finally Nicole turned around to face him, wearing a mischievous smile. She put her arms around his neck. She rested her head on his chest, while keeping her body against him as the music played on. They slow danced together until the music ended and then she reached up and kissed him on the mouth. The kiss seemed to last longer than a typical "thank you" kiss.

Jen glanced at Collin, wondering if he was jealous. Rather than being upset though, Collin had a confident and pleased smile on his face. Jen wondered if Collin was like Mike, liked watching Nicole with other men. But Jen quickly realized that wasn't the case. Collin was a man's man, an alpha male. If he let another man near his girl, it would be on his terms, for his pleasure and benefit. Still, there seemed to be mutual attraction between Nicole and David. 

Nicole and David parted. David joined some of his friends and Nicole walked up to Collin. She wrapped her arms around Collin's neck and kissed him as if what happened on the dance floor moments ago never happened (even in her 5" heels she had to get on her tiptoes to reach the black man's lips). Jen couldn't help smiling admiringly at Nicole. This chick had balls!

They broke their kiss and Collin turned to them. "Nicole, this is Drums. He's one of the Ramones I told you about. And this is his girlfriend."

Nicole smiled at Drums. The she smiled at Jen. "Hi, I'm Nicole."

"I'm Jen," Jen said smiling back, and the two girls grasped hands. As they did Jen smelled a light scent of vanilla from Nicole's hair. For some reason, Jen immediately liked Nicole.

Collin pulled Drums away to talk business, leaving the girls alone. "Where are you from?" Nicole asked.

"New York City" Jen said. "This club is great."

"I know, right?" Nicole said. "Collin knows all the great places."

"How long have you been dating?" Jen asked. 

"Not too long," Nicole said. "You?"

"We just started too," Jen said. The pretty waitress arrived with a tray of Cosmopolitans. Jen and Nicole each took one.

"That's a beautiful ring," Jen said sipping the Cosmo.

"Oh thanks," Nicole said, holding up her hand. "My, ah, my friend gave it to me. Your ring is really pretty too."

"Thanks, it's a Sophia ring," Jen said proudly, holding up her right hand.

"Wow, I've heard of them but never seen one," Nicole said. She put her Cosmo down, then took Jen's hand to look at the ring closer. As she let her hand go Nicole lightly brushed her fingertips over Jen's palm. "Your hand is so soft," she said.

"Thanks, yours are too," Jen said blushing a little. There had been a spark when they touched hands.

"Not as soft as yours. I think I'm older than you," Nicole said. "And I have 2 kids."

"No!" Jen said, looking Nicole up and down. She could tell Nicole was older, but two kids? With that body? "You don't look it!"

"Thanks," Nicole said with a big appreciative smile. "It takes a lot of work to look like this. Just wait until you get older."

"God I already know, I have to work out all the time!" Jen said, and the two girls giggled and playfully bumped into each other.

Mal walked up and put his arm on Jen's naked back. Jen introduced him to Nicole. "Let's dance," Mal said stroking Jen's back.

Jen looked at Nicole. "Go ahead, I'll save Drums from Collin," Nicole said with a laugh.

On the main dance floor, Mal wrapped his arms around Jen's waist and she put her arms around his neck, slow dancing. As they danced Mal caressed her back. "Nice dress," he said grinning.

"I can see you like it!" Jen said with a laugh as his fingertips trailed lines up and down her back. The Chanel dress exposed her entire sexy back, almost down to her ass. She felt herself getting moist. This boy really knew how to touch a girl!

"Did you talk to your husband?" Mal said his hands now on the swell of her ass.

"He wants me to wait, until he can watch," Jen said. Feeling him expertly run his fingertips between her ass cheeks she giggled nervously and said "will you stop that!"

"So your husband is one of those kinky guys who likes watching his wife with other men?" Mal said, showing Jen mercy and moving his hands back to her waist.

"I guess so," Jen said. "But it's up to me Mal. It's my body. And I haven't decided."

"God you're a cock tease," Mal said frowning at her.

Jen smiled teasingly at him. "If I really wanted to tease you you'd know it," she whispered into his ear, flicking the tip of her tongue along the inside of his ear, and at the same time pressing her body against his. She reached between them and rubbed his cock for a few seconds.

Then she walked away, smiling teasingly over her shoulder at him. Mal couldn't help grinning admiringly at her. 

Artie intercepted Jen as she got back to the VIP 2nd floor. He handed her a fresh Cosmopolitan. "Can I talk to you?" he said and they sat on a sofa away from the others. "Sorry if I came on too strong the other day, about you sleeping with the band."

"That's okay," Jen said with a laugh. She couldn't believe the conversations she had with these guys! 

"Lucy and I swing," Artie said abruptly, moving closer on the sofa. He put his hand on Jen's knee. "Maybe sometime the 4 of us can get together. I mean, with your husband." Artie quickly added "I don't want you to feel like you're cheating on Drums."

"I wouldn't be cheating on Frankie, we're just friends," Jen said. 

"Then how about it?" Artie said smiling lecherously, moving his hand up Jen's thigh, under her skirt. He felt the lace of her stocking tops. "God you're a sexy girl!" he gushed.

"I thought you're trying to keep the band together," Jen said, not making him take his hand away. "Aren't you worried Frankie and Mal will get mad?"

"The Ramones are running on fumes, revivals have a limited shelf life," Artie said with an unconcerned shrug. "Don't get me wrong, I care about the guys, that's why I'm setting them up with Collin over there, he knows his stuff. But a month from now, two or three at most, the Ramones will be history."

"Oh," Jen said, feeling bad for Frankie, Mal and Jay too.

Reading her mind, Artie said "Don't worry about the guys, they're talented, they'll land on their feet." His hand reached the soft firm skin above her stocking top. As he caressed her thigh his eyes were on her chest. Jen's nipples were rock hard from being hit on by Mal and now Artie, and they were poking through the silky fabric of the Chanel dress. "God I want you," he moaned.

Jen finished the Cosmo and handed the glass to Artie. "Can you get me another one?" she asked batting her long eyelashes at him.

"Oh yeah, sure," Artie stammered, jumping to his feet and hurrying to the bar.

Jen smiled to herself. Men were so easy. Still, Artie had left her with a tingling between her legs.

She got up and looked around. She wanted to talk to Nicole some more, she liked her. She saw the beautiful brunette across the room but as she headed over Jay stopped her. God, she thought.

"We're doing hits in the back room," Jay said putting his hand on her bare back. "Drums is there, he asked me to get you."

"Lead the way cowboy!" Jen said with a giggle. She wouldn't mind a hit.

The back room was closed by a black heavy privacy curtain. Just before getting there Jay pulled Jen into a semi-lit hallway. "You look really good tonight," Jay said staring at her chest. As if not able to control himself, he flicked his thumb across her erect nipple. "Sorry I couldn't resist."

Jen was half drunk and incredibly horny from all the guys hitting on her! She felt naughty! She leaned against the wall, her arms submissively at her side, her palms resting against the wall. "Go ahead then," she said.

"Seriously?" Jay said excitedly.

"Yeah, go ahead, do it right."

Jay eagerly groped and kneaded Jen's braless breasts over her dress, thumbing her nipples. 

"God Jay," Jen moaned, her head rolling back. "Kiss me."

Jay didn't have to be told twice. As he continued his attack on her tits, he leaned in and kissed her, pushing his tongue down her throat.

"Enough, enough," Jen gasped, pushing him away. God she was out of control and her pussy throbbed! She fixed her dress, panting. Not trusting herself she pushed away from Jay.

"You're leaving me this way again?" Jay said incredulously, looking annoyed. 

Jen gave him a guilty, sorry look, then disappeared behind the heavy curtain.

The room was dark and cloudy with marijuana smoke. She felt a soft hand on her arm. It was Nicole. 

"Your lipstick's messed up sweetie," Nicole said, using her thumb to wipe the end of Jen's mouth.

"Thanks," Jen said. She put on new lipstick. "I'm kinda drunk."

"Me too," Nicole said, and they both giggled.

Jen felt bad about teasing Mal, Artie and Jay. But THEY were coming on to HER! She wasn't obligated to do anything with them. 

"Are you okay?" Nicole asked.

"I need another drink," Jen said with a sigh.

With perfect timing Drums approached with a joint. "Here ya go babe," he said and he pressed the joint to Jen's lips. Jen took a long drag, holding the magic smoke in her lungs for long moments. 

"God that's good," Jen said after releasing the smoke, already feeling the euphoria of the pot. "Do you want some?" Jen asked Nicole.

"I'm thinking about it," Nicole said. She wrapped her arm in Jen's. "Drums, can I steal your pretty girlfriend for a minute?"

"Yeah, sure," Drums said. His dick got hard seeing the 2 very pretty girls together. Before they left Drums put the joint to Jen's lips again, letting her do another hit.

"God I'm getting fucked up," Jen said, hanging onto Nicole's arm as they walked to a sofa.

"I talked to Mal," Nicole said as they sat. "He said you're married?"

"Yeah, my husband and I have an open marriage," Jen said giving Nicole her standard answer. For some reason – maybe it was the pot -- Jen had a desire to tell her new friend more. "My husband – Mike – he likes seeing me with other men. He doesn't have sex with other girls."

"Is he here?" Nicole asked looking around.

"No, he's in London right now," Jen said. "It's not just the sex. He likes it when I'm with my boyfriend."

Nicole nodded. "My husband's just like Mike."

"You're married?" Jen said shocked. "Is he here?"

"He's at home with our two daughters," Nicole said. Thinking of her husband and the tension this week, she said "This is hard for Nick. Me being with Collin. But right now in my life I need more."

"I know what you mean," Jen said. "I love Mike, but ..."

"Yeah, but," Nicole joked. They laughed. "Can I asked you a question? Have you ever been with a girl?"

"Um, yeah, with my best friend Allie," Jen said. "Another girl too, with her husband," she added referring to Keri.

"Your best friend, really?" Nicole said her eyes wide and sparkling. "Wow, that's hot." She moved closer and whispered "Sometimes I think I'm bi."

"Oh."

"Are you?" Nicole asked.

"I don't think so," Jen said. "It's more like, I like sex." She giggled, blushing. Did I really just say that?

Nicole laughed too. "Collin said he wants to see me with a girl," Nicole said. "I know he thinks you're hot. I think you're hot too." She giggled. "I like you, you're nice."

"I like you too, but ..." 

"There's that but again," Nicole said, and they laughed. "That's okay, I understand. I know this is sudden."

"It's just I promised Mike to check with him before doing anything," Jen said apologetically. Then she grinned. "I know Mike would love to see me with you! You're beautiful!"

"I know Collin would love to see us together!" Nicole said with a big smile.

"What about your husband?" Jen asked.

"Oh yeah, Nick," Nicole said as if remembering she was married. "Yeah, he would like it too."

Drums walked up carrying two pills. "Here you go babe," he said handling Jen an Ecstasy. 

Jen's eyes lit up. "Have you ever tried it, Ecstasy?" she said excitedly to Nicole. "You won't believe the high!" 

"I can't get too messed up tonight," Nicole said begging off. She had to get up early for breakfast with Nick and their girls.

"You'll love it!" Jen said excitedly, offering the pill to Nicole. She whispered into her ear "Collin looks like he's really good in bed but you will not believe how this will make the sex even better!"

"Well, okay ..." Nicole said uncertainly.

Jen saw Nicole's reluctance. She didn't want to force her. "Maybe later," she said with a weak smile, handing the 2 pills back to Drums.

They left the back room and moved back into the VIP area. Both groups (Collin's and the Ramones') merged together, everyone socializing together. As Jen flirted with some of the black men in Collin's group (they looked like athletes but Jen wasn't sure), she saw Nicole standing next to Collin with her arm inside his, laughing with the guy she'd danced with earlier (David). David was speaking directly to Nicole. Her eyes were lit up with laughter and humor as she listened, while Collin looked on, a little smile playing over his face. Jen was intrigued by Nicole. She had a husband (Nick) and a really hot boyfriend (Collin), but clearly she was interested in David too. Jen couldn't help smiling. She and Nicole seemed to be cut from the same cloth!

Nicole walked over to Jen and introduced her to a busty black woman. Pretty but not nearly as beautiful as Nicole. "This is my friend Latisha," Nicole said to Jen. "We're going to the little girls room." Nicole and Latisha walked arm in arm towards the bathroom. 

After a moment, Jen decided to go to the bathroom to touch up her makeup. She tried to catch up to Nicole and Latisha but she was a few feet behind (It's hard to walk in 4 inch stiletto high heels!).

From the 2nd VIP floor, Collin smiled as he saw heads turn as Nicole walked by. He enjoyed having her on his arm, his beautiful trophy white girlfriend. He noticed even more male heads turn as Jen followed a few steps back. He felt his cock getting hard. The young blonde was stunning! She was practically flat chested, but her legs and ass were amazing!

Nicole didn't see her husband Nick as she passed him on the way to the bathroom. Nick had been secretly watching his wife with Collin from the bar, sipping bourbon. A moment later Jen passed. "Wow," Nick thought giving Jen a long up and down look.

Jen met up with Nicole and Latisha at the sink in the bathroom, fixing their makeup.

"So the sex is really good?" Latisha asked Nicole. Clearly Jen had come in at the middle of their conversation.

"Oh god, Collin is so incredible!" Nicole gushed. She flashed an excited mischievous smile at Jen. "How's your man?"

"When Frankie gets done with me I can barely walk!" Jen said giggling.

"I know what you mean!" Nicole said her eyes sparkling. "I guess it's not just black men with big ones." All 3 girls broke out laughing.

Nicole and Latisha held each other as they left the bathroom. Jen was right behind, and all 3 girls were laughing hysterically as they stood in the corridor. They didn't know Nick (Nicole's husband) was close by and listening (Nick of course didn't know Jen was with his wife and Latisha).

"He's really big?" Latisha asked Nicole. 

"God yes! He's huge -- he really knows how to use it too." All 3 girls laughed. "His body is so amazing, it's like black granite."

"Wow. You're so lucky," Latisha said, looking envious. Jen thought so too!

"Thanks." Nicole said. Her voice dropped to just above a whisper. "And keep your hands off bitch," Nicole said to Latisha. She said it jokingly and they both laughed, but Nicole looked daggers at Latisha. 

Latisha narrowed her eyes at Nicole. "Don't worry, I'm only interested in Tyrone," Latisha shot back with a "my man is better than yours" attitude. Latisha added smugly "He just signed with Atlanta and the contract is insanely big. He's the one for me and just for the record, he is also very well endowed." 

Both girls laughed, but there was no humor. As Latisha pushed passed Nicole, Nicole looked back at Jen and rolled her eyes.

"Hey, what's going on with his attorney?" Latisha said looking back at Nicole, clearly looking for more juicy gossip. "Am I crazy or did I see sparks flying between you two?" Latisha gave Nicole a judgmental "you're such a slut" look.




Consequences Pt. 17



Nicole decided to give Latisha exactly what she wanted, she didn't care what Latisha thought. "You're not crazy. I think his attorney is hot and I'm pretty sure the feeling is mutual." Seeing the smirk on Latisha face, Nicole fueled the fire by revealing "We kissed the other night and god, did I want to fuck him. I haven't seen it yet, but he felt as big as Collin, but thicker."

"Wow. You are so bad," Latisha said derisively, shaking her head.

And you're a bitch, Nicole thought to herself. She said "I know, I know. I told him I was with Collin, but that I was flattered." 

"Hmmmm. Well maybe you could have both of them." Latisha said with a disapproving laugh. "Does Collin share?"

"What?" Nicole said, thrown off balance. She'd never considered two guys at the same time, especially two hunks like Collin and David. The idea got Nicole wet! "No, well, I don't know. We've never talked about it," Nicole said uncertainly. Latisha had known Collin a lot longer than her. Her curiosity got the best of her. Even though Latisha was a bitch she couldn't help asking, "Do you think he would?"

"I don't know, but some guys do like that sort of thing," Latisha said with know-it-all smugness. She didn't like Nicole. She didn't like the way this white slut was getting so much attention from the most desirable black men. "You should talk with him about it honey," she said with fake sweetness. "Wouldn't that be a fun night?" she added sarcastically.

The three girls made their way back to the 2nd floor VIP area. A few moments later Nick left the club and went home.

"What was that about?" Jen asked after they got back to the VIP 2nd floor and Latisha went back to Tyrone. "You were like two alley cats. I thought you were going to scratch each other's eyes out."

"Some black girls don't like me," Nicole said unhappily. "They see me as taking away their men." 

"I get some of that too," Jen said, remembering how the girls didn't like all the attention the Ramones gave her.

Nicole glared at Latisha across the room. "She's wanted Collin forever," she said with a flash of jealousy.

"I don't think you have anything to worry about," Jen said. Nicole was way prettier than Latisha.

"You're right, about Latisha anyway," Nicole said. She smiled at Jen. "I'm more worried about you," she joked. But she was half serious. Nicole had caught Collin a few times checking out Jen's tight, leggy body. And Jen was probably a decade younger than Nicole.

"I'm not really into black men," Jen said with an awkward laugh.

"You don't know what you're missing," Nicole said, and they both laughed, hugging each other.

Suddenly Jen and Nicole became aware of all the eyes on them. They were used to that, men (and women!) looking at them because of their beauty. But the two prettiest girls together, laughing and hugging? They were definitely attracting more attention than normal!

Seeing everyone looking at them, Jen said mischievously, "Wanna dance?"

"Let's do it!" Nicole said giving Jen a wicked playful smile. 

They got up and walked to the main dance floor, their arms interlocked, laughing and leaning into each other.

They turned to each other and began swaying to the music. In her higher heels Nicole was almost as tall as Jen. They held hands as they danced, their bodies so close Nicole's big tits rubbed against Jen's. 

"Do you always go braless?" Nicole asked running her hand up Jen's back, completely exposed by the daring swoop of her Chanel dress.

"I do with this dress!" Jen said with a giggle. "How about you?" she asked running her hand up Nicole's back and not feeling a bra strap.

"Collin likes it when I go braless," Nicole said. She added with a laugh "Nick doesn't like it as much. At least when I'm with Collin."

"Nick doesn't like you with Collin?" Jen asked.

"It's complicated," Nicole said with a shrug. "I don't understand why Nick's so insecure. He knows Collin isn't a one-girl kind of guy."

"Maybe Nick wants you to tell him you're a Nick kind of girl," Jen suggested.

"Oh my god you're such a buzz kill!" Nicole joked. She added somewhat dismissively, "Nick knows I love him."

"Sorry," Jen said. "Let's stop talking about husbands."

"No fair, I get to ask you the same questions," Nicole said. "Does Mike like you with Drums?"

"He's okay with Frankie I think," Jen said. "Not so much with other guys I've been with. I guess I got too close to them."

"Did you ever think about leaving Mike?" Nicole asked.

"Did it flash through my head? Yeah, I guess," Jen said honestly. "But I never seriously considered it. How about you?"

"It's hard not to at least think about it," Nicole said. "I mean, you're dating another man, spending a lot of time with him, making love. It's impossible not to compare them."

"Yeah ..." Jen said, her mood turning melancholy. She liked Frankie. If the circumstances had been different, then what?

Nicole noticed Jen's mood change. "Okay, no more husband talk," she ordered.

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh.

Drums walked up and put his arms around both girls. "You two look too serious," he said grinning. He opened his hand. There were 2 pills there. "Ready for this now?"

Nicole looked at Jen and smiled. "Yeah, I want one," she said.

"Are you sure?" Jen asked talking one of the pills. 

"Definitely," Nicole said. She opened her lips slightly. Jen pushed the Ecstasy in Nicole's mouth. Drums offered his beer and Nicole washed the pill down.

"It'll hit you fast honey, especially since you've been drinking," Jen said holding Nicole's hips.

"Yeah, I feel it," Nicole said, her eyes closed, swaying uncertainly in her high heels. "God I've never felt anything like this," Nicole gushed feeling the euphoria wash over her.

"You might feel a little confused too," Jen said. She assured her "Don't worry, it'll pass." Then she gave Nicole a wicked smile. "And you'll love the sex with Collin."

"I already love the sex!" Nicole said giggling. She was definitely feeling the Ecstasy! She took the other pill from Drums. "Now you," she said moving to Jen's mouth.

"I have a better idea," Jen said giving Frankie a teasing smile. "Don't worry, I've done this before," she said to Nicole. She put the pill on Nicole's tongue. "Now kiss me," she said smiling at Nicole.

Nicole got the idea. And she so wanted to kiss Jen! She leaned in and pressed her lips against Jen's. As she did she pushed her tongue into Jen's mouth. Jen used her tongue to swallow the pill. The girls kept kissing each other, their tongues dancing in their mouths.

"Fuck," Mal said as he watched the girls kiss from the 2nd floor. 

"You got that right," Collin said just as entranced by the sight of the two pretty girls kissing. The other men – including Jay, Artie and David – all nodded, their mouths open in shock and lust.

"How about me?" Drums said wanting some of both Jen and Nicole.

Jen and Nicole shared a quick knowing smile. Jen rubbed Drums's arm. "Can you give me and Nicole a minute?" she whispered into his ear. "I promise you'll like it."

"Okay," Drums said, grinning lustfully. He joined the rest of the guys on the 2nd floor since that had the best view.

"I'm glad he's gone," Nicole joked.

"Me too," Jen said with a giggle. "Don't tell him I said that," she added with another giggle.

"Where were we?" Nicole said running her fingers up Jen's back again.

Jen shivered at Nicole's touch. "Something like this," Jen said pressing her tits against Nicole's, her hands on Nicole's ass. "Do you always wear thigh highs?" Jen asked as she felt the stocking tops under Nicole's skirt.

"I do when I'm with Collin," Nicole said.

"Oh my god, Mike would get so hot if I only wore stockings for my boyfriend," Jen said with a laugh. "Upset too," Jen added with a giggle.

Jen turned and pressed her back against Nicole's front, moving up and down with their bodies pressed together.

"That's my move," Nicole said lustfully in Jen's ear.

"I know, I saw," Jen said pulling Nicole's hands to her tummy. Jen raised her arms and put her hands behind Nicole's neck. "Touch me," Jen said.

"Like this?" Nicole said, cupping Jen's braless tits over the Chanel dress. Both girls were so high on the Ecstasy, their inhibitions just a distant memory.

"Yeah," Jen moaned as Nicole thumbed her hard nipples. The Ecstasy made her body super-sensitive. She definitely had her cum face on! 

As Nicole caressed Jen's breasts, Jen lowered her arms. She reached back to Nicole's legs. She worked her hand up until she touched the lace of Nicole's stocking tops. She continued up until she felt Nicole's soft skin. Then she moved up farther. Nicole moaned into Jen's ear.

"God Jen," Nicole moaned as Jen touched her clit, closing her eyes as her head rolled back. The Ecstasy made her body super-sensitive too, and Jen's finger on her clit touched off fireworks behind her eyelids.

"Bad girl, not wearing panties," Jen teased. 

"Collin likes me that way," Nicole moaned into Jen's ear. Jen continued to rub Nicole's clit. "God Jen ..."

"You do a lot for Collin don't you?" Jen asked.

"Yeah, anything," Nicole said biting her lip. She glanced around. The dance floor was crowded and most were dancing close, so people hadn't noticed. "Are you wearing panties?"

"No," Jen giggled.

"God you're a bitch," Nicole said, arching her back as the young blonde continued to finger her. "Let me guess, you only do that for your lovers too."

Suddenly Jen turned around so they were facing each other. They continued to sway to the music, their bodies pressed together, their lips almost touching. Jen still had her hand up Nicole's skirt, but now she was just barely touching the beautiful brunette's clit.

"God you're a tease," Nicole whined.

"Everyone tells me that," Jen said with a crooked grin. Her voice turned to a lustful whisper. "I can make you cum, right here." Jen rubbed Nicole's clit harder.

"Then do it, please!" Nicole begged, gasping and pressing her head into Jen's neck. She felt the young blonde rubbing her faster and harder. "Oh god you're gonna make me cum!" she moaned.

Jen wrapped an arm around Nicole's neck and kissed her open mouth, pushing her tongue down her throat. She pushed 2 fingers up Nicole's soaking wet pussy and rapidly rubbed her clit with her thumb. In moments Nicole shuddered and moaned in her mouth. Jen felt Nicole's pussy clamp down on her fingers as she came.

Nicole collapse into Jen's arms as she panted for breath. "God, god," Nicole panted.

Suddenly what Jen had done hit her. She'd completely lost control, in the middle of a club! She suddenly felt bashful and embarrassed. "I've never done that before ..."

Nicole felt embarrassed too. They'd both lost control. "Maybe the Ecstasy wasn't a good idea ..."

"Yeah ...," Jen said regretfully. She glanced up at the 2nd floor. She saw uncontrolled lust on Frankie's face. "I think Frankie wants to go." 

Nicole looked up and saw the same animal lust in Collin's face. "Yeah, I think Collin wants to go too." She hugged Jen. "God I can't believe we just met. I feel like I've known you forever."

"Me too," Jen said hugging back. Hesitantly she asked, "Do you want to hang out tomorrow?" Jen didn't know what they'd do. Not sex, that was for sure! But hang out, talk, maybe go to the Alamo even. They were kindred spirits, it would be good to talk to someone whose husband had the same cuckold fantasies as Mike. 

"I can't honey," Nicole said regretfully. "I've been with Collin all week. I need to spend time with Nick and our girls."

"That's okay, I get it," Jen said, disappointed. She forced a smile. "Frankie probably won't let me out of bed anyway, not after tonight."

They exchanged cell numbers. "I hope it works out for you and Mike," Nicole said.

"Thanks," Jen said. "I hope it works for you and Nick too."

The two girls went back to the 2nd VIP floor. They hugged one last time, then went to their men. As Nicole walked to Collin, she decided not to tell Nick about Jen or the Ecstasy, at least not immediately. Nick was already dealing with so much, and honestly Nicole had to process for herself what happened tonight.

Drums practically attacked Jen as she approached, kissing and fondling her and pulling her body close. "God that was so hot! I'm gonna fuck you all night long!"

"Let's go!" Jen said dragging Drums out of the club and to a taxi. She wanted him just as bad! 

Jen and Drums were all over each other in the taxi. Jen was so high from lust and drugs, she would've let Drums fuck her in the cab but the ride was short. 

Inside their hotel room Drums roughly threw Jen onto the bed, her dress flying up around her waist. She opened her legs and frantically worked on Drums's pants. She got him out, he was hard as granite! 

She grabbed his shoulders, pulling him down on her, the entire time kissing and tonguing each other. Jen wanted him inside her so bad! Drums thrust his cock into her pussy! He fucked her like a madman! Jen came almost immediately, the Ecstasy and everything that evening sending her into a rapturous orgasm! 

Drums ripped the dress off Jen's shoulder, pawing at her now naked tits. Somewhere in her mind Jen realized she'd never wear the Chanel dress again, but at that moment she didn't care. 

Even though they'd fucked earlier that day, Drums felt his orgasm approach quickly. It was going to be a great one too! He pounded Jen relentlessly, harder, deeper. He put Jen's long stockinged legs on his shoulders so he could get even deeper! Her pussy felt incredible, better than ever! 

He felt himself go over the edge. He paused mid-stroke as he edged over the point of no return, and then he pounded her violently, his hips jerking wildly as he shot ropes of his fertile sperm deep into Jen's unprotected pussy.

Shooting into Jen's unprotected pussy ... 

Frankie hadn't worn a condom!

Jen was still too high to care, or even notice. All she knew was, their sex had been freaking incredible! 

Drums was one of those guys who didn't get completely soft after cumming. Panting from their sex, he rolled them onto their sides, his cock still deep inside Jen pussy. Jen put her long slim leg over his, and they kissed still enraptured by post-orgasmic bliss.

They made out for a long time. At first it was tender, loving kisses after sex. But their kissing became more passionate, and Drums began rocking back and forth inside Jen. Soon he was hard again and they made slow tender love.

They made love a long time, long slow strokes, kissing and touching each other. Drums made Jen cum again, and after that orgasm, after all that fucking, her mind finally cleared. "You're not wearing a condom," she said.

"I know," he said kissing her. "It feels so fucking good!"

It did feel good! Jen didn't have the will to stop him (nor did she want to, not really, not at that moment, feeling him bare inside her felt too good!). "You've got to pull out this time," she said caressing his face. "Promise me."

"I promise," he said, moving faster. He was close. Jen knew it. She used her pussy muscles to massage his cock. That sent him over the edge. He grunted and arched his back, his entire body flexing. At the last moment he pulled out and came all over Jen's tummy.

Jen was amazed at the amount of sperm on her tummy. This boy always came so much. If he came that much this time, how much had he shot into her before? Into her unprotected womb?

They fell asleep, exhausted from the excitement, the drugs, the alcohol. In the middle of the night Jen woke with Drums fucking her again. "You're not wearing a condom," she said.

"I know," Drums said, fucking her harder and faster.

Jen didn't stop him. It felt so good! She'd almost forgotten how good it felt to have a big cock bareback inside her. "You have to pull out," she reminded him between kisses.

"I will," he promised. Drums came moments later. The feeling and thought of being bare inside Jen was just too much! This time – frantic from passion – Drums shot one rope of sperm into Jen before pulling out and shooting the rest on her stomach. Jen was too groggy to notice. They fell asleep with Drums spooning Jen. His fertile sperm from earlier and just now leaked from her well used pussy.

When Jen awoke the sun was shining and Drums was sucking her nipple. "God not again," she protested half-heatedly, her pussy sore. Soon though Drums had her moaning and writhing under him. He mounted her. Sober and awake now she said "Put on a condom."

"Why does it matter now?" he said, penetrating her bareback. He fucked her missionary, then he moved her to her elbows and knees, pounding her from behind, bareback. He made her cum, and then Jen hurriedly pulled off his cock. She swallowed him and finished him in her mouth.

"You shit!" Jen said pushing him away. "You promised to use condoms!"

"I was so fucked up last night," Drums said acting innocent. He'd been really high on marijuana and coke, and lustful after watching Jen with Nicole. But really those were excuses, he knew what he was doing. He wanted to fuck Jen bareback! Part of him wanted Jen pregnant with his baby.

"I didn't know until it happened," he lied. "It felt too good to stop. You weren't complaining."

Jen glared at him. She suspected he wasn't telling the whole truth. But she'd been fucked up too. She'd wanted to feel him bare inside her.

She felt shamefaced about how out-of-control she'd gotten, fingering Nicole on the dance floor. On the dance floor! What had she been thinking? Although Nicole was little more than a stranger, Jen worried the older beautiful woman might never want to talk to her again.

But all of that paled next to letting Frankie fuck her bare back. Letting him cum inside her!

She hurriedly counted days. Her cycle was like clockwork. She shouldn't be ovulating yet. But she was close. She hurriedly got up and took a shower, washing her private parts. She knew it wasn't much, but what else could she do? She didn't believe in abortion or morning after pills. She would just have to pray.

Drums felt bad and guilty seeing Jen so upset. Still, he hoped he'd gotten her pregnant. He knew she thought of him as just temporary. Maybe a baby would make him permanent.

Jen was cold to Drums the rest of the morning. Eventually Drums left for the Bar Mitzvah. 

In London, Mike met Jim for a late lunch. "Things are better?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, what a difference a week makes," Jim said looking relieved and happy. "I moved back home. Stacy and I are good, really good. Dannika's the best baby."

"Dannika?"

"Yeah," Jim said. "We called her Emma for a couple days. But she's Dannika, not Emma. We've talked non-stop, me and Stacy. She went a little crazy over Darren but that's over now. We're good now. You really helped Mike, to get my head on straight."

"That's good," Mike said smiling.

"Honestly?" Jim said with a wicked smile, lowering his voice. "I'm getting into it again. You know, Stacy having another man's baby. I haven't told Stacy yet. Things are still delicate. But now that I know she loves me, and only me ... well, I mean, I can enjoy it. You know what I mean? The whole thing about Darren getting her pregnant, and Stacy having his baby."

"Yeah, I get it," Mike said his heart pounding.

"Did you talk to Jen about Scott?" Jim asked.

"Not yet," Mike said. "I'm not sure I will. That fantasy's really out there." Mike laughed. "I told you about her no-boyfriend rule. Anyway she's with Drums now."

"Have you thought about Drums getting her pregnant?" Jim asked. "He's your old college friend right? That's hot too, an old friend getting your wife pregnant."

"Yeah I've thought about it," Mike said with another nervous laugh. "Honestly I'm not sure if I can really go through with it."

"Think about it Mike," Jim said encouragingly. "Imagine Drums fucking Jen as she breast feeds his baby. Or maybe it's his baby's 1 year birthday. You're downstairs singing happy birthday with your family, and Jen's upstairs letting Drums fuck her. It's so hot!"




Consequences Pt. 17



"You're gonna do that with Stacy?" Mike asked his throat hoarse with excitement.

"I wish, but I can't," Jim said. "I'm never letting Darren get close to Stacy again. But Jen won't fall in love with Drums, right?"

"I don't think so," Mike said, his cock so hard.

Jen didn't go to the Bar Mitzvah with Drums, wanting alone time to call Mike. "Hi baby," Jen said as Mike answered the phone.

"How's San Antonio?" Mike asked brightly.

"God Mike it got so crazy last night," Jen said. She told him about Nicole.

"Seriously?" Mike said gawking into the phone.

"I know I got so fucked up last night," Jen said shamefaced.

"Don't feel bad, that's so hot!" Mike said excitedly. 

Jen couldn't help laughing. "God men are all the same," she said laughing.

"Nicole's pretty?" Mike asked eagerly. "Did you take a picture?"

"Sorry no," Jen said with a giggle. "She's prettier than Allie maybe. She looks like a movie star. She's probably prettier than me."

"No one's prettier than you," Mike assured her.

"Whatever," Jen said laughing again. Mike always put her on a pedestal. Then she got serious. "Honey I did something terrible last night. I was so messed up, Frankie was too. He didn't use a condom. He came inside me."

Mike didn't respond, remembering his conversation with Jim. "Baby, say something," Jen said worriedly.

"It's okay," Mike finally said. "It was bound to happen sooner or later."

"You're not mad?" Jen asked.

"It was bound to happen eventually," Mike said. "Sex gets out of control sometimes."

"Yeah ..."

"Are you ovulating?" Mike asked.

"Not yet," Jen said. Wanting to come completely clean she added "I'm close though."

"... okay," Mike said after another long pause. "I'll be there for you honey," he promised. "I'm still the father right?"

"Of course you are!" Jen said immediately.

"I just want to make sure you haven't fallen in love with Drums," Mike said. He said it as a joke, but of course it was anything but.

"I haven't Mike," Jen said seriously. "I only love you."

"I want to finish the 9 weeks," Mike said. "I guess this is how a real relationship evolves. Eventually a girl doesn't make her boyfriend use condoms. She lets him cum inside her sometimes."

Jen frowned at that. "I don't mind finishing the 9 weeks, but I'm gonna make him use condoms," she said.

"Okay," Mike said. "I'm just saying, it's between you and Drums."

Jen stared into the phone. Her husband was telling her it was okay for her very fertile lover to be inside her without a condom, to cum inside her? Was that what he was saying? Jen knew Mike had a pregnancy fantasy, but this was real. Tom had been an accident. Was Mike telling her he wanted her to intentionally let Frankie get her pregnant?

"Mike, I need to ask you something," Jen said. "Your third wish ... do you want me to let another man get me pregnant?"

There it was, the big elephant in the room, the issue Mike and Jen had been dancing around for months. Now it was out in the open.

"I'm not sure," Mike said honestly. "It's something I've thought about."

"God Mike you're crazy," Jen said irritably. "I've played along with your fantasy. But I'm not going to let another man get me pregnant on purpose. What happened with Tom was an accident."

"Why are you getting mad?" Mike asked.

"Because sometimes your fantasies are crazy!" Jen said. "A baby isn't a game Mike!"

"Don't you believe I'll always love you? I'll always be there for you and the baby?"

That made Jen pause. She thought about their life together, how he'd always been there for her. "I don't doubt that Mike," she told him. "It's just –."

"Jen, I'm not even sure I can have children," Mike said, voicing something he'd been thinking about. "Think of all the times we've had unprotected sex. I never got you pregnant."

"People aren't rabbits Michael," Jen said scowling into the phone.

Mike took a deep breath, calming himself. "I know you like Drums a lot," he said. "You're having fun. I WANT you to have fun, to be wild. These memories will last us a lifetime after we stop playing. So I'm okay if you don't always make him use a condom. It's okay if it's spontaneous. It's up to you and Drums. That's all I'm saying honey."

"... okay," Jen said after a long pause, her anger subsiding as she listened to her husband's calm reasonableness. She knew her husband's fantasies, it was like an addiction with him. But how could she blame him? She lost control too, just look at what happened with Nicole last night. In the end, she was in control of what happened.

"I'm going to keep making Frankie use condoms," she told Mike. "But if something happens like last night I won't get so upset." After a moment she said "You won't hold it against me, right? If something really happens?"

"I promise baby," Mike said solemnly. "I'll always be there for you."

After hanging up with Jen Mike went to an internet café. He'd scouted it yesterday; there weren't any security cameras inside. He used hacker tricks to bounce around servers, so it looked like he was in India. Then he used a backdoor to get into Sapphire. He stayed in for 15 minutes, then he logged off. He used a hacker routine to delete his footprint on the computer. He wiped the keyboard with a Wet One, removing his fingerprints. He paid with cash and left.

"Mike Andrews just hacked into Sapphire, from an internet café in London," Trent told Colonel Banks, handing the CATF Director the report.

Banks read the report. The café didn't have cameras inside, but they'd tracked Andrews using traffic and ATM cameras leading up to the café. Also, the hacker routines he'd used to hide his presence were no match for the government's cyber security programs.

"He didn't do anything," Trent said. "Just looked around again."

Colonel Banks nodded, the report said the same thing. "Why is Andrews in London?" the colonel asked.

"Apparently he's helping his wife develop software for her job, some kind of marketing computer program," Trent said.

"Keep watching him," Banks ordered handing the report back to Trent. Colonel Banks looked out the window, thinking. Why was Andrews hacking in and not doing anything? What was he up to?

Drums got back around dinner time (it had been an afternoon Bar Mitzvah). He worried Jen was still in a bad mood.

To his surprise she met him at the door with nothing on but a smile and high heels. "I'm sorry I was such a bitch," she said kissing him. "It wasn't your fault."

They were fucking moments later. This time Drums wore a condom. It still felt fucking good!

"What happened?" Drums said after. Jen's head was on his chest, her leg over his. He had his arm around her and was stroking her soft blonde hair.

"Mike and I talked," she said, running her fingertips over his chest. "He said it's okay for us to be spontaneous. Since we don't have much time left."

"What do you mean?" Drums said.

Jen got up and sat Indian style on the bed next to him. She decided to come clean with Drums. "This game only lasts 9 weeks Frankie," she said. "We only have 4 weeks left."

"What?" Drums said shocked. "Who decided that?"

"Mike and I decided it, before we started," Jen said. "I should have told you sooner."

"Damn right you should have told me sooner!' Drums said angrily. "What, you think you're fucking game masters or something? Dicking around with people?"

"Baby I told you it was temporary," Jen said rubbing his arm. 

Drums angrily pulled his arm from her, glaring at her. Then he squeezed his eyes shut and clenched his hands, willing himself to not lose it. "Listen Jen, I get I'm just temporary," he said trying to be calm and reasonable. "But I thought we'd just roll with it. Let it end naturally. Not some artificial deadline. What if I'm still into you and you're into me after 9 weeks? What then?"

"I don't know Frankie," Jen said, feeling terrible but not knowing what else to do. "That's just how it has to be. I have to go back to my life, with Mike."

"What about my life? What do I get?" he said angry and hurt.

"We got to be together," Jen said gripping his hand. "You knew this couldn't go on forever. But think of all the fun we've had."

"So this is what it's like to have a real girlfriend," he said sarcastically. "You dump me, I have no say in it. Sounds like the same thing to me."

They spent most of the rest of the night and the next morning in bed. Their sex was passionate but melancholy. Before leaving for the airport, Jen let him inside her again without a condom. He pulled out before cumming. 

They parted at the airport. Jen felt bad on the flight home. She didn't love Drums but she cared for him.

When Mike got home later that night Jen was already asleep. He was disappointed, because he desperately wanted to make love to his wife. So much had happened that weekend, Mike was beyond himself with desire. He snuggled up to her and reached into the old t-shirt she wore and cupped her breasts, hoping to wake her up enough for at least a quickie. She protested sleepily. She kissed him hello, pulled his arm tight around her and promised "tomorrow morning baby, okay?"

But they didn't have sex the next morning, or any time the next day. 

When Jen woke up Mike was already awake, looking into her pretty face and gently stroking her long blonde hair. "Hi honey," he said smiling. He kissed her and his hand went to her breast. He wanted her so bad!

"Hi baby," she said, smiling back and giggling at seeing her husband so clearly horny. Then she remembered Drums and her smile faded.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked. "Did something else happen this weekend?"

"I told Frankie about the 9 weeks," Jen said sitting up. "He wasn't happy."

"Oh," Mike said sitting up too. He understood why Drums wouldn't be happy, but there had to be an end to it. Every game has an end. Otherwise the game becomes life. "I don't want to make it any longer."

"I don't either baby," Jen assured Mike, rubbing his arm. "Longer wouldn't help anyway. He doesn't like the artificial deadline thing."

Mike shrugged. Tough shit. That was Drums's problem, not his. He put his arm around his wife and hugged her, kissing her head. "I missed you," he said.

"I missed you too," Jen said looking up into his face. 

Mike so wanted his wife! She was his, her body belonged to him! He lowered his head and kissed her lips, his hand going to her breast again. 

Jen didn't push him away, but she clearly wasn't into it, barely kissing him back at all. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back to her. But Mike could tell she wasn't into it, she was distracted.

"What's wrong?" he said again sitting up.

"I'm sorry," Jen said sitting up too. "I just can't get Frankie out of my head." She quickly rubbed his chest and added "I don't love him or anything. It's just I wanted to show him what a real relationship was like, so maybe he'd grow up a little, meet a nice girl and settle down. Now I feel like I've made it worse."  

The mood broken, Mike suggested they go to their favorite bistro for brunch. "I've got an idea," he said. "It's kind of crazy."

"Most of your ideas are crazy," Jen said with a playful laugh. "What?"

"It might help Drums with closure," Mike said. "And it works with my wish 2."

"Okay, what?" Jen said curious.

"What if you really became his girlfriend for the last 4 weeks?" Mike said. "Not just weekends, but all the time. Moved in with him."

"What?" Jen said trying to catch up.

"You said their tour is mostly over, right? They're just doing one-offs on weekends? Drums can move to New York for a month. You could move in together. You could travel with him on weekends."

"What about us?" Jen asked frowning. She wouldn't mind spending more time with Frankie, she liked him. But she barely saw Mike already.

"I'll be in London a lot anyway, working on the Ring," Mike said with a shrug. "We'll see each other at work when I'm home. We can go to lunch." He grinned. "Maybe grab a quickie."

"You want me to cheat on my boyfriend huh?" Jen teased. "I'm not sure about that."

"It's a win-win honey," Mike said seriously. "You'll have more time together. He'll be able to get closure. You will too. And this all works into my fantasy."

"God Mike where do you get these ideas ..." she said. But she was thinking about his idea. Frankie did need closure. And maybe Mike was right, maybe she did too. Not just with Frankie, but with their game. One last "all-in" romance before they stopped playing. 

She'd miss Mike, but he was going to be gone a lot anyway. And Mike wanted this, she could tell. She remembered the definition of "cuckold" from the dictionary: "The wife may also separate from her cuckold husband for some period of time to become the full time "girlfriend" or "wife" of a favorite lover."

It was a crazy idea. Move in with another man? Be his full-time girlfriend? Not be with her real husband? But maybe Mike was right, it was a win-win. And it was for only 4 weeks.

In a way, agreeing to this was a pay back to him, not just his second wish, but for his incredible help with Memphis. At least that was how she rationalized it to herself.

"Maybe I should call Frankie," Jen finally said.

"Yeah," Mike agreed excitedly.

They went back to their loft apartment and Jen called Drums. Mike gave her space, leaving her alone in the bedroom.

"What do you want?" Drums asked. There was hurt and anger in his voice. He also sounded drunk and maybe high.

"Mike and I feel bad about this," Jen said softly. "He has an idea."

"Mike does, does he?" Drums said sarcastically. "Like his 9 week idea? What am I, a movie? Is that his idea, to give me an extra half week?"

"That was OUR idea Frankie, mine and his," Jen said getting annoyed. "Are you going to listen or what?"

"Go ahead," he said with a derisive "whatever" tone.

Patiently, Jen said "I'll move in with you for the last 4 weeks." 

"What?"

"I'll be your REAL girlfriend Frankie, not your sorta girlfriend," Jen said.

"But still just for 4 weeks," Drums said sarcastically.

"You keep saying you wish we dated in college," Jen said. "I guess I kinda wish we did too. Isn't this better than nothing?"

Drums was silent as he considered. "What does "real" girlfriend mean?" he asked, emphasizing the word "real."

"I'll move in with you," Jen said. "I'll travel with you on weekends."

"What about Mike?" Drums asked.

"I mean, I'd see him --."

"No," Drums said interrupting her. He was sober now, their conversation purging the coke and alcohol from his system. "If you're my real girlfriend you can't see Mike. It wouldn't be real."

"I work with Mike," Jen protested.

"Then he's like any other co-worker," Drums said. "No hugging, no kissing, nothing. Definitely no sex."

"God Frankie he's my husband," Jen said.

"That's what I'm saying!" Drums said exasperated. "This real girlfriend idea is bullshit!"

"Okay, okay," Jen said relenting. She had to admit, he had a point. And it was only 4 weeks and Mike would be gone a lot of that time. "I'll do it," she said. "No romance, no sex. I'll treat Mike like a co-worker."

Drums smiled triumphantly. "Okay then," he said. "I'll catch a flight to New York right now. I have a buddy who lives in New York, he's in Europe for 6 months. We can stay there, it's a nice place."

"Okay, I'll meet you there," Jen said.

"Jen, you're my real girlfriend right now, right?" Drums asked. "For the next 4 weeks, right?"

"Yes, right now," Jen agreed. 

"Okay, well – I don't want my girlfriend hanging with another guy," Drums said. "I want you to leave Mike and go to our apartment right now."

"Hey," Jen said to Mike a few moments later, walking out to him and poking him in the arm. "Frankie said okay. He's flying up right now." 

"Where will you live?" Mike asked.

"His friend has an apartment in the Bronx," Jen said. "It's a nice building, I just looked it up. I guess I'll go over there and meet him." She smiled seeing the lust in her husband's face. "This is really turning you on, huh?"

"Yeah," he admitted. His cock was so hard. "I know you'll love sex with Drums every day."

"Yeah I guess," Jen said with a nervous laugh. "It'll be strange. I've only ever lived with you. Even with Collin I just slept over sometimes, I never lived with him."

"It's only 4 weeks," Mike said, putting his hands under Jen's blouse and feeling her flat stomach. He loved feeling her tight ab muscles. He pulled up her blouse and kissed her sexy stomach.

"No Mike," she giggled, stepping away. "I'm Frankie's girlfriend now."

"Seriously?" Mike said. "What about the quickies at lunch?"

"I can't be his girlfriend if I'm also your wife," Jen said. "He wants me to go over to the Bronx apartment now."

"HE wants you?" Mike said. He was getting use to the idea of another man telling Jen what to do. 

"He's my boyfriend now Mike," Jen explained. "If it was the other way, would you want me hanging out with him?" 

She took off her wedding and engagement rings (she'd put them back on last night after getting home from San Antonio). She took off the Sophia ring too. "Do you really want to do this? Tell me now Mike. Once we start I don't want to stop, it wouldn't be fair to Frankie."

"... yeah, I want to do this," Mike said his voice hoarse from excitement. He held out his hand and Jen gave him her rings. "Can I ask you something? Are you doing this because you want to? Or because it's my wish?"

"Kinda both I guess," Jen said. After a moment she added, "You know how I said you push me into things? So you kinda lose say? Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"It's kinda that too," Jen said. "I'm doing this for me, and for you. For us. Hopefully we'll both get our fill of the game."

"Yeah, hopefully," Mike said. He couldn't help grinning. "I can't tell you how hot I am right now!"

"This does not allow you to see other girls, got that bubble boy?" Jen said with a grin. She said it jokingly but she was serious. "I better not hear you seeing Jasmine Kelly."

"Jen, I seriously have no interest in her," Mike said.

"You better not mister," she said giving him a playful punch in the arm. "I guess I'll go," she said picking up a small bag. Mike hadn't noticed but she'd packed some things. "You're going back to London this week? I'll come by for more stuff then."

"Okay," Mike said. "Four weeks right?"

"Yeah, four weeks," she said. "For four weeks we're just co-workers. After that I'm your wife again." They hugged. Then he watch his wife – the person he loved more than life itself – leave their apartment to go live with her boyfriend. Moments later Mike had his cock out, furiously beating off.



Consequences Pt. 18



~~ Week 6 ~~

After leaving Mike, Jen taxied to the Bronx apartment. Drums called ahead and the landlord let her in, giving her a few admiring glances.

The apartment was clean but dusty, and the refrigerator was empty. Jen cleaned up and went to the grocery store. 

Drums arrived a couple hours later. "Hi girlfriend," he said grinning.

"Hi," she said with a laugh. An awkward moment passed between them.

"So what do you want to do first?" he asked.

She gave him a playful "seriously?" look. Drums suddenly threw her over his shoulder, and they laughed as he carried her into the bedroom and playfully threw her on the bed.

They'd fucked all weekend, but still they were desperately hot for each other! They tore at their clothes! "I'm not gonna wear a condom!" Drums growled as he mounted her.

"Just pull out!" Jen cried. 

Their fucking was frantic and fast. Drums rolled her onto her elbows and knees, taking her like a bitch in heat, whipping her ass with his hands, calling her slut and whore. Jen loved it! She loved it rough, love it when he treated her like a cheap whore!

Drums gave her an incredible orgasm. She collapsed onto his chest, her orgasm so powerful she couldn't support herself on her elbows. Drums continued to relentlessly pound her, gripping her hips tight to give him more leverage to violently ram his cock into her unprotected pussy. Just as his body convulsed, at the very last moment, he pulled out and came all over Jen's back.

"Our sex can't always be like that," Jen said after, a big smile on her face. "I was already sore!" 

"You just need to get used to me," Drums said smiling and lying on his back, his arms folded behind his head. 

"I'm not sure it's possible to ever get used to this," Jen giggled, gently squeezing his cock. Even after cumming and partially soft, her fingers still barely touched around his shaft. He was so thick!

Drums wrapped his arms around her. "Sorry I was such an ass earlier," he said referring to all his conditions. "I only get you for 4 weeks. Mike gets you for the rest of your life."

"Mike and I talked about it, it's okay," Jen said kissing his chest. Thinking of Mike made her feel guilty. "It'd help if we don't talk about him."

"I won't," Drums promised. "I just wanted to apologize. I'm gonna try to be a really good boyfriend."

"You already are baby," Jen said in a soft voice, kissing his chest again. "I want to tell ya something though," she said purposefully using her little girl voice. "Most times you have to use a condom, okay? This isn't about Mike. I'm not ready to have a baby. Okay?"

"You might already be pregnant," Drums said, referring to the other night when he came inside her. He said proudly "I'm pretty fertile."

"Okay, that's not a good boyfriend thing to say!" Jen said with an incredulous laugh. 

"What should I say?" Drums said smiling.

"How about, I'm really sorry honey I won't do it again," Jen said with another laugh.

Drums tilted his head inquisitively. "You don't seem worried."

"I've been there before," Jen said with a shrug. Seeing Drums's questioning look, she decided to come clean. They needed to talk about this anyway, she might as well get it over with. "Mike and I play, right? Another man got me pregnant." She shrugged again, melancholy passing over her face. "I lost the baby." She forced herself not to get upset. She tapped his chest with her finger and said "We have to use condoms. And when we don't – and I like it that way as much as you – you have to pull out. But if you get me pregnant" – she tapped his chest again – "Mike is the father. You get that, right?"

"I'll get to see the baby sometimes, right?" Drums asked. "Be an uncle or something? It'll be my baby, I should have some rights."

"... I guess," Jen said after a moment. "Let's not talk about it okay? Try not to let it happen."

"Okay," Drums said. But part of him wanted it to happen.

They had sex again that night. This time they were on their sides, facing each other, Jen's leg over his, Drums's arm around her, looking into each other's face. 

"It's this okay?" Drums asked, going deep but slow and not hard. He softly kissed her.

"Yeah, feels good," Jen said, softly kissing him back. 

They fucked that way a long time, slow and gentle, deep, kissing and touching. "Are you gonna cum?" he asked.

"I think so, if you can last a little longer," Jen said her eyes closed, concentrating. 

"I'm good," he assured her.

"Okay, just a little more," Jen panted. "Can you rub my nipples?"

Drums gingerly cupped Jen's small breast and rubbed her nipple. "Yeah, good," she moaned. She gripped his hard bicep, pressing her forehead into his chest. "Oh god ..." she groaned as she climaxed. Her body shuddered as pleasure flowed through her body. Her orgasm wasn't so intensely out of control as before, but it was still really good, and she felt so full with his big thick cock inside her.

Drums went a few minutes longer. She saw frustration on his face. "Are you gonna cum?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," he said. He grinned at her. "I've cum a lot this weekend." Despite his smile Jen sensed his frustration.

"Would it help if you took off the condom?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said eagerly.

"Okay, go ahead," Jen said. "Just pull out, okay?"

Drums hurriedly pulled out, took off the condom, and entered her again. "God this feels so much better!" he gushed.

"Yeah," Jen said her eyes rolling back into her head. There was nothing like skin-to-skin! The absence of the sheath made a big difference. Frankie's thick cock stretched her super tight, and with the condom gone she could better feel the thick veins that ran up and down his shaft, and also his big bulging cock head. The feeling was exquisite! She could get addicted to this, and she knew that was a bad thing. 

"Remember to pull out, okay?" she panted. She knew she was close to ovulating, this was not a good time for him to cum inside her!

"I will," Drums promised. He rolled her onto her back. He continued to fuck her slow and gently, but god sooo deep!  

"This is good," Drums said looking into her eyes, fucking her slow.

"Yeah," Jen agreed, looking into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her.

He changed his angle so now he rubbed against her clit and her g-spot. She dug her nails into his back as he relentlessly moved back and forth, pulling almost all the way out, and then all the way back in, so slow and so deep, his shaft rubbing against her clit and her g-spot like a bow rubbing against the strings of a violin. "God Frankie you're gonna make me cum again!" she gasped grasping his muscular arms.

"I love making love to you Jen," he said looking into her eyes.

"I love making love to you!" Jen cried just as she burst into another orgasm. 

Jen's pussy clamped around Frankie's shaft and that pushed him over the edge. With all his will power he managed to pull out just before his cock erupted. He splattered cum all over Jen's stomach.

The next morning Frankie watched as Jen got dressed for work. He got hard watching her pull up her stockings and put on her bra and panties. He was ready to burst by the time she wiggled into her tight designer dress and put on her high heels. 

"God you're fucking hot!" he gushed pulling her onto his lap. "You always dress like this?"

"Frankie stop!" she protested giggling. "I have a meeting this morning." She kissed him. "When I get home, okay?" After wiggling from his grasp she asked "What are you doing today?"

"I'm writing a song," he said picking up his guitar. "I've talked to Artie about doing a solo album. I can play the song for you tonight."

"Cool, I'd like that," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him. "Can you get some things today?" She gave him a shopping list.

"Ugh, this is rabbit food!" he groaned seeing the list of fruits, vegetables, and tofu. "Let's just go out."

"We can't go out all the time," Jen said with a laugh. "You don't want me to get fat do you?"

"Okay," he said smiling. He read the rest of the list. "Mattress cover, extra sheets?"

"I don't want to ruin your friend's bed," Jen said giving Frankie a knowing smile.  Frankie laughed. Jen laughed too. She pointed at the bottom of the list. "You see that right?"

The last item was condoms. "Get a lot," she said laughing. If he was going to fuck her every night as much as last night and the weekend, they'd need to buy out the store!

"Um, how do you want to pay for this?" Jen said tentatively. She knew money was a touchy subject with guys. But when a guy and girl move in together there were details they had to work out.

"You're my girl Jen, I'm paying for everything," Drums said immediately.

"I have money, I can pay half," Jen offered. She added "It'll be my money, not Mike's."

"I want to pay babe," he insisted. Her dress buttoned up the front. He unbuttoned the dress around her stomach and kissed her belly button. 

"Come on Frankie," she said as his hands went down to the hem of her skirt. He pulled her skirt up around her waist. "I need to get to work."

"You're the boss right?" he said pulling her panties down her long legs, silky with stockings. "You can be late. Now put a condom on me babe," he ordered her. "Or I'm gonna fuck you bareback like last night."

Jen hurried into the conference room. God she was so late! Everyone was there waiting for her when she finally arrived.

She'd managed to fix her hair and makeup in the subway, and smooth her dress (subways were way faster than taxis in the morning, especially from the Bronx to Manhattan). She was pretty sure she didn't look "just fucked," but she felt it. She didn't have time to put her panties back on, and her pussy still throbbed. At least Frankie had used a condom and wasn't leaking down her legs! There was probably still a "just fucked" blush in her cheeks. 

She mumbled an excuse about having to see a vendor and started the meeting. She glanced at Mike. He had a hand over his mouth, barely suppressing a laugh. He knew what had happened of course, and he was enjoying Jen's discomfort. The shit! Jen couldn't help smiling at him.

They went around the table, each manager giving a report of his/her team. The only report people wanted to hear though was Mike's. All that mattered was the Ring, and whether or not the Fellowship could make it work.

"We're on schedule," Mike said. Everyone smiled and breathed a sigh of relief. Mike's report ran another 10 minutes, but people stopped listening. All they cared about was it was still a go. They didn't understand most of what he said anyway.

"Fun morning?" Mike asked as he walked into Jen's office after the meeting. 

"We're not supposed to talk to each other," Jen reminded him. "Just co-workers, remember?"

"Are you really sticking to that?" Mike said with a laugh.

"It's your fantasy," Jen said smiling at him.

"Yeah but going from married to just co-workers isn't real," Mike said. "It's more like we're taking a break, to work things out."

"Okay, whatever, if that's how you want to see it," Jen said.

Mike definitely preferred that nuance. "So I'm still your husband, so I can ask how last night and this morning went with your boyfriend."

"And I can tell you that Frankie is freaking amazing and leave it at that," Jen teased.

"You're really not going to tell me anything?" Mike said surprised.

"No I'm not," Jen said with a laugh. "You wanted this. Now you have to live with it."

"Okay" Mike said with a resigned shrug. She was right, this was his wish, he'd come up with the idea. He turned to leave.

"Wait," Jen said. She handed him a slip of paper. "You might enjoy this," she said with a smile.

Back in his office, Mike locked the door. He sat down and looked at the paper. Jen had made a copy of the shopping list. Mike's heart pounded as he saw the items at the bottom of the list:

mattress pad extra sheets condoms (lots!)

Mike took out his cock and furiously beat off.

Drums called Jen later that day. "Hey babe," he said. "There's a new band playing at the Roxy tonight. Wanna go?"

"Sounds like fun!" Jen said. She and Mike hardly ever went to see local bands.

"I'll pick you up," Drums offered.

"Um, no, I'll need to change," Jen said. She did want to change, but she also had to worry about people seeing them together so Frankie picking her up at work was not a good idea. She wasn't worried about the Roxy because it was a club in the Bronx. "I'll meet you at home. Let's do dinner there then go, okay?" Jen had eaten out all weekend with Frankie, and drinking was a lot of calories too. Even though she was petite she was always worried about gaining weight, and she liked eating healthy anyway.

When she got home she was surprised Frankie wasn't making dinner. It didn't look like he'd done anything around the apartment either, other than buying the things on her list and playing the guitar. She inwardly sighed. She knew she was spoiled. Mike did most of the housework and always had dinner waiting when she got home. Not every guy was like Mike. Most were like Frankie. 

"Um, tomorrow can you do the breakfast dishes?" Jen said looking at him with a crooked smile. Frankie had done nothing more than throw the dirty cups and dishes in the sink. He shrugged as if saying "that's not how I roll babe."

Jen laughed, shaking her head. She made a light healthy dinner. They ate and Drums played his guitar and sang some songs. He was mostly goofing around and soon Jen was rolling over in laughter. 

After dinner Jen hurried to get ready. She completely undressed. Then she put on a strapless bra and new panties. She put on pantyhose, a short leather mini-skirt, an off-the-shoulder top and short jacket. She finished the outfit with ankle strap high heels.

"Okay, let's go," Jen said bopping into the living room. 

Drums pulled her into his lap. "I've got something for you," he said. He held up an Ecstasy. Jen knew she shouldn't, not on a work day. But things were slow at the office, the Fellowship was doing most of the work with the Ring. She loved the way Ecstasy made her feel! And how great the sex was after!

She opened her lips and Drums pressed the pill into her mouth. Jen managed to swallow the pill just before Drums pushed his tongue into her mouth, kissing her. 

"We'll be late," Jen protested, but she didn't fight back too hard. 

"You said after you got home," Drums said taking off her jacket and pulling down her top. He expertly unsnapped her bra with one hand (impressing Jen!) and tossed it across the room. "You won't be needing that tonight," he said with a laugh.

"You're so bad!" Jen said laughing back. Then they were kissing again, Drums's hands on her tits.

"I've been thinking about you all day," Drums said. He pushed up her leather skirt and violently ripped a big hole in her pantyhose.

Jen yelped. "I can see that," she said with a laugh. Then he ripped off her panties. She laughed again. She was going to need to buy more underwear!

Then he rammed his cock inside her. He wasn't wearing a condom. "I'll pull out," he assured her. She found it so dirty, she was half undressed, her underwear somewhere around the room, and Frankie was still dressed except his zipper was open and he had his big cock out, fucking her. She and Mike never had raw, dirty spontaneous sex like this! She was really going to enjoy the next 4 weeks!

Drums fucked her hard and fast, and Jen came fast. The fact was, she'd thought about him too that day, and had been wet thinking about his hard body and incredible cock. 

Drums wanted to cum inside her but if he did there might be drama and he didn't want to risk ruining the evening. So at the last moment he pulled out, cumming all over her ruined pantyhose.

After they laughed like little kids, giddy about being able to fuck and play with each other whenever they wanted. Living together was like a long sleep over, and they were both having a lot of fun!

Jen went into the bathroom to clean up. She was a mess! Not only had Frankie cum on her pantyhose, he'd also shot sperm on her pussy lips. She knew that was dangerous, but her buzz from the Ecstasy kept her from getting too worried.  She wiped herself, pulled off the ruined pantyhose. She decided to go out without hose. With the Ecstasy hitting her, she also decided to go braless and no panties. She pulled up her top, smoothed her mini-skirt, fixed her hair and makeup. 

Rejoining Frankie in the living room she reached for her jacket. "You don't need that," Frankie said his eyes on her bosom. With no bra her nipples dented the material of her blouse.

"I'll get cold," Jen whined. 

"I'll keep you warm babe," he said putting his arm around her bare shoulders. She knew what that meant! But the Ecstasy was hitting her, and she felt smelly and sweaty from sex. She felt dirty and slutty and loved it! 

"Okay, whatever," Jen said laughing. They left for the Roxy club with his arm around her, her arms around his waist.

The band at the Roxy was really good. Jen and Drums danced in place, mostly with Drums behind her holding her hips, with Jen leaning back into his chest. It felt good in his arms, he had a strong muscular body, he made her feel safe and secure.

Drums's hands moved up her sexy flat stomach, under her blouse. He moved up to just below her bosom, and then he began to lightly caress the underside of her breasts with his fingertips.

"You're being so bad," Jen said looking at him over her shoulder. Her eyes closed and her lips formed an O as he ran soft circles over her hard nipples with the tip of his index fingers. "God I can't believe I'm hot for you again already."

"We're made for each other babe," he said kissing her neck, moving up to her ear.

"God Frankie you need to take me home," Jen moaned as he nuzzled just below her ear, one of her biggest erogenous zones.

"I wanna watch the band," he teased.

"Then stop doing that!" she said with a laugh.

"Come here," he said. He dragged her to the back of the club. He pressed her back to the wall and stood in front of her, one of his arms protectively around her. There were people all around but it was dark.

He boldly cupped and fondled her breast. "Frankie stop," Jen said looking around worriedly. This wasn't Cancun, Miami or San Antonio, this was where she lived. Okay they were in the Bronx but still. 

"No one can see, I'm in front of you," he said. He moved his hand down, under her skirt. He found her clit. He rubbed her.

"Oh god," Jen said, rolling her head back. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he pushed two of his thick fingers into her pussy, as he continued to rub her clit with his thumb. "You're going to fucking make me cum!" she groaned writhing under his touch.

"You fingered Nicole on the dance floor," Drums said grinning. "Payback's a bitch!"

"God Frankie!" she screamed as she exploded in an orgasm. The band was loud but still people turned to look at them. Jen collapsed into his chest as Drums pulled his hand from her skirt. "God Frankie ..." she panted, pulling down her skirt.

"What would you rather have?" he joked. "That? Or me washing the dishes?"

She looked at him with an amused smile. She knew he was digging at Mike. She could only laugh and punch him in the arm. They listened to the band for a while longer. Later at home, they fucked again of course. This time Jen made him use a condom.

While Jen was getting fingered at Roxy and fucked at the Bronx apartment, Mike was over the Atlantic flying to London.  After arriving he spent a long day at the Shire, managing and directing the team (the Fellowship). The Ring was still on schedule.

As it got dark in London he left the Shire and went to a different internet café and hacked into Sapphire using a back door, like last time. Also like last time, the CATF closely monitored his actions.




Consequences Pt. 18



After leaving the internet café, not having anything else to do, Mike went back to work. After a couple more hours of work he called Jen. 

"I'm about to leave," Jen said sounding hurried. It was 630pm in New York City.

"Do you have a minute?"

"We're not supposed to talk," she teased.

"I'm just reporting to my boss on how things are going in London," Mike joked back.

"Okay, go ahead, how was today?" Jen said with a laugh.

Mike gave her a quick update, telling her the Ring was still on schedule.

"God Mike that's so great!" she gushed. "I don't know how I'll ever pay you back for this!"

"You're paying me back right now," Mike assured her.

"Okay, in that case we better stop talking," Jen said with a laugh.

"We can talk," Mike insisted. "I'm still your husband. We're just taking a break to let you work some things out."

"Hmmm ... to let ME work things out huh?" Jen said playfully scowling into the phone.

"Okay, to let ME works things out," Mike said with a laugh. "However you want to play it."

"This game is complicated," Jen said.

"It's exciting though," Mike said. "You're having fun right? I can ask that. I'm still your husband. I can want the best for you, even though you're with someone else."

Jen understood Mike's game now. She knew for him, a lot of it was mental (like a "mind fuck"). "Okay Mike, what do you want to know?"

"How's the apartment?" Mike asked. "Are you getting along living together?"

"It's only been a little while," Jen said with a laugh. "But yeah. The apartment's nice. I like the neighborhood, I've never spent any time in the Bronx, it's nice. Frankie's good. We get along really well."

"So you're happy?"

"Yes Mike, I'm happy," Jen said. "I'm happy with Frankie." Getting into her "ex-wife" role in this game, she added "I don't know Mike. Maybe we'll get back together. I guess I hope so. But Frankie is who I need right now."

"Yeah, I guess we needed some time apart," Mike said, getting into his "ex-husband" role. He was so turned on and hard! He took out his cock and slowly stroked himself. "So have you worn out those new sheets yet?" he joked, referring to Jen's shopping list.

"We shouldn't talk about that," Jen said, her message being "We're separated Mike, we shouldn't talk about sex between me and my new man."  

"I've got to go, I'm late," Jen said. "Take care Mike." She hug up.

Mike couldn't move after Jen hung up. His emotions were in turmoil. Jen couldn't have played it better, a conversation between a separated husband and wife, hoping to get back together in the future, but moving in different paths now. It was hard to be dismissed like that, dismissed so she could hurry off to be with her boyfriend. 

Mike's anxiety and hurt were offset by his lustfully excitement. His cock was so hard. Why did seeing Jen in another man's arms turn him on so much? Why did the risk of losing her give him such a lustful thrill? After years of playing the game he still didn't understand his cuckold fantasies.

He closed his eyes and stroked his cock. He thought of Frankie making love to Jen, holding her hand, snuggling her as she fell asleep. He came after just moments.

With his lust satiated, Mike's anxieties took over. He missed Jen. It'd only been a few days but he longed to be with her. Not just for sex. Just to be with her. 

He tried to hold back those dark emotions. It was only a few weeks. He told himself to enjoy the experience.

After cleaning up he went back into the Shire. Many of the Fellowship were still there, even though it was pass midnight. He liked the nicknames Shire and Fellowship.  He was geek enough to think it cool.  Deep down he was also flattered to be called Gandalf behind his back. 

He made a point to be the last one to leave, he wanted to show everyone he worked as hard as everyone else. It wasn't hard to stay at work, he had a lot to do, reviewing code, making changes, running tests and simulations, making sure everything worked.

When he finally left it was pushing 4am. He decided to go to his hotel room and get a few hours of sleep. On the way he stopped at a late night pub. He bought a pint. As he sipped the warm beer, he took out a disposal phone he'd bought in NYC. He got online and hacked into Sapphire. He stayed inside Sapphire for 10 minutes, then he removed the battery from the phone. Like before, he tossed both the phone and the battery into the Thames river on the way to his hotel.

As he walked he thought about Jen with Frankie. He forced himself not to get "bad upset," not to spiral into depression. Jen was just playing, they weren't really separated. Okay, maybe she liked Drums, they had things in common and the sex was great, but Jen always came back to him. He resolved to enjoy the rest of his wish 2. There were only a few weeks left. 

It was late evening at the CATF center. The conference room was crowded, Colonel Banks had assembled his senior staff. Trent, his chief of staff, distributed reports of Mike's latest hacks into Sapphire. "He hacked in twice today," Trent summarized. "Both times he just looked around, just like the other times."

"No attempt to sabotage Sapphire?" Bill said. Bill was Head of Operations.

Allen studied the report and shook his head no. Allen was Chief Scientist. "There were no attacks against the firewall." He explained further. "Andrews can view the code, but to made changes he'd have to go through the firewall."

"So what's he doing?" Trent asked frustrated. "He's hacked into Sapphire multiple times. All he does is look around."

"Is it possible he got through the firewall?" Colonel Banks asked Allen. "Remember, he's supposed to be smart."

"He IS smart, I've heard of Mike Andrews," Allen said. "Colonel, Andrews is probably capable of getting through the firewall. But we would know about it, the firewall logs all incursions to an encrypted file." Allen shook his head as he studied the reports again. "Andrews didn't get close to the firewall during any of his visits."

"No offense, but let's assume Andrews is smarter than us," Bill said. "Sapphire is about to launch. Let's arrest him now, eliminate the risk."

"And hold him for how long?" Trent asked. "He hasn't done anything."

"Interrogate him," Bill said. "He'll talk, believe me."

Colonel Banks considered, then shook his head. "No, not yet," he said. "Frankly I'm curious to see what he does. Maybe he'll teach us something. If he manages to sabotage Sapphire, we'll simply reboot from the master copy."

As CATF debated arresting Mike, Jen was snuggled into Drums's arm. They were at a get-together of some of his friends.  His friends were in the music business too, it seemed he had friends everywhere from being in the business so long.

The party was laid back, just 5 couples, everyone sitting on cushions on the floor, the guys strumming guitars, everyone laughing, talking, humming along. His friends were laid back, avant-garde, "rebel without a cause" types, and she enjoyed the carefree creative atmosphere and the non-linear conversation. She was having a great time, it seemed every day with Frankie was a new adventure!

Drugs and alcohol were everywhere, and Jen was high again on Ecstasy. "I don't get that Eric Snowden guy," Drums said derisively. "He leaks secret papers to CNN and now people treat him like a hero?"

"Dude, the government was spying on people," one of his friends said.

"Hey, I don't have anything to hide," Drums said. "If you don't like America go move to Canada."

"Snowden is, like, exiled," another friend said. "He can never come home."

"Serves him right," Drums said. About half the group nodded in agreement. "What do you think Jen?" 

"I kinda think he's a hero," Jen said. "The spying was wrong. He stood up against the government. I think he's brave."

"God, my girlfriend's a fucking liberal," Drums teased playfully. Everyone laughed, and the debate over Snowden continued.

"Let's not talk politics," Jen whispered to Drums.

"Got something better to do?" he teased looking lustfully at her. 30 minutes later they were back in the Bronx apartment fucking.

Jen woke up partially hung over, her head still foggy from the wine, marijuana and Ecstasy. She had a long day ahead and felt terrible. She had to talk to Frankie about toning down the partying during the week, at least all the drugs.

Her body also felt bad because she hadn't worked out lately. Her pussy was getting a workout! But not the rest of her, she couldn't remember the last time she went to the gym. "I need to find a gym," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Drums said sitting up and stroking her back.

"My regular gym is too far away, I need to find a gym around here," she said.

"I joined a gym, it's just a couple blocks from here," Drums said.

"Oh," Jen said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know, I forgot I guess," he said. He got up and did 3 lines of coke. He always did coke in the morning.

"You shouldn't do so much," Jen said. She quickly added, "I don't want to be a nag, I'm just worried about you."

"I need it to wake up," he said. "It's like a cup of coffee for me."

"Then drink coffee," Jen said with a laugh. She yawned and said "God I need some coffee. Frankie honey I can't party like this during the week. I have to work."

"Take a hit of this," he said offering her the bag of cocaine.

"No way," Jen said with a laugh. Marijuana and Ecstasy were enough, she wasn't doing cocaine.

"I know how to wake you up," he said pulling her into his arms. She slept nude with him so he didn't even have to take anything off as he began working on her body.

"I've got to get to work," Jen protested, but her head was rolling back, her hands clutching the sheets. He was really learning where to touch her, and how to touch her. Her body was putty in his hands.

She gave into him, kissing him back, exploring his body as he explored hers. "You seriously have to wear a condom," she said between kisses. "This is a really bad time of the month for me." 

"Come on babe I'll pull out," he promised, his lips going to her nipples.

Ignoring him, Jen got a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on him. "I'm not supposed to have to ask, remember?" she said.

"I'm your real boyfriend now," he teased, getting on top and mounting her. 

"That makes it worse," Jen said gritting her teeth as he penetrated her. She'd fucked him dozens of times by now but he still was so long and thick!

They had a fast, furious morning fuck, both of them cumming.

Afterwards Jen hurried to shower and get dressed, she was already late. She packed her gym bag and said "Let's meet at the gym tonight okay?" She kissed him then rushed off to work.

Mike called Jen later that morning. "How are you?" he asked.

"No change from yesterday," she said with a laugh. She knew she was being dismissive. But she figured that's what he wanted. He wanted her to play his ex-wife. 

"What'd you guys do?" he asked.

"Mike I'm not going to give you play by play," she said. She gently added "Come on, you have to accept I'm with Frankie now."

"I guess you've forgotten all about me," Mike said disheartened.

"I haven't forgotten all about you, I think of you, we were together a long time," Jen said. "Mike, what do you want me to say?"

Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said "Maybe we can go to lunch when I'm back."

"That's probably not a good idea," Jen said.

"We can't go to lunch?"

"Frankie won't like that," Jen said. "Mike, I'm with Frankie now, you have to understand that." Abruptly she said "I'm really busy, I have to go. Take care of yourself Mike." 

Jen stared at the phone for long moments. She knew it was a game, but it kinda felt real living with Frankie, like she and Mike were really separated. It was like the game merging with reality. Maybe it was because she was having so much fun with Frankie. She did things with Frankie she never did with Mike, like going to see local bands, partying with artsy people. It reminded her of the fun she had in college before meeting Mike.

She missed Mike of course, but she had Frankie so she wasn't lonely. Still, she felt guilty. She decided he needed some assurance. She typed out a text to him and hit send.

Mike stroked himself replaying in his head the conversation with Jen. After cumming, with his lust sated, the hurt, jealousy, and anxiety attacked him. It threatened to overwhelm him. Jen had Drums to occupy her time. Mike was alone. 

Jen's words echoed in his head. 

"You have to accept I'm with Frankie now."

"Mike, I'm with Frankie now, you have to understand that." 

Mike knew she was playing a role. But Drums had her all to himself. She already liked him. Was it possible she might really fall in love with him.?

Mike felt himself slipping into despair. Yeah, this fantasy was hot – the fantasy of Jen leaving him for another man – but maybe it was too much. Just then Mike's iPhone buzzed. It was a text from Jen. It said:

Dear Mike, I still think of you as my soul mate. Frankie is right for me right now. But I hope you'll wait for me.  Love, Jen  PS: You wanted to see pictures of the pretty girl I partied with last weekend in San Antonio? 

Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Jen was still playing her role, but clearly she was telling him it was all a game. 

Feeling much better, Mike clicked the link. It took him to Nicole's FaceBook page. There were a lot of pictures and content there, videos too. Nicole seemed just like Jen, she was on FaceBook all the time to keep up with family and friends.

Mike spent a long time on Nicole's FaceBook. She and Jen were FB friends now, and Nicole (like Jen) had security set to "Friends of Friends" so Mike could see everything.

Mike was struck by Nicole's beauty. She had a striking resemblance to Sofia Vergara, the beautiful Latin actress. Nicole wasn't dressed sexy in the pictures. That made sense, these were family pictures after all, intended to be seen by friends and family. Still, her casual dress couldn't hide her incredible body. She mostly wore jeans and t-shirts, tank tops too. Casual, but everything was tight and form-fitting. She wore yoga pants a lot, and shorts. Nicole had nice legs, although not in Jen's class. Then again, no one had legs like Jen.

Then again, Nicole was really busty. Often her form-fitting tanks and t-shirts showed a little cleavage. Not a lot, but definitely hinting at what was inside her bra. Nicole's hair went a little passed her shoulders, but often she wore her hair in a pony tail.

She looked to be in her mid-30s. From all the comments Mike saw her husband was Nick. They had 2 daughters. Both girls were definitely pretty, taking after their beautiful mother. Nick had a friendly face and from all the comments it looked like he was a good husband and father. Mike found himself liking Nick.

Mike again looked at pictures of Nicole. She was older but really hot, a real MILF.  He could tell she was really hot even though she was wearing casual clothes with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup. Mike could only imagine what she looked like when she got all vamped up! Still, Mike didn't think Nicole was nearly as pretty as Jen, but he knew he was biased. Jen was his wife, and he preferred blondes and Nicole was a brunette. Also, he favored slim leggy girls like Jen, rather than curvy hour glass figures like Nicole (and Allie for that matter).

Mike was hot again, and he thought of masturbating to pictures of Nicole. But while he could appreciate Nicole's beauty, Jen was the only girl in the world he wanted. As he stroked his cock, he closed his eyes and fantasized about Jen with Drums.

Later that evening Jen met Drums at the gym. She got up on her tip toes and they hugged and kissed hello, 2 lovers reunited after being away from each other all day.

The sales girl explained that Drums had signed up for a year, and his membership included a wife or significant other. "I'm his girlfriend, does that count?" Jen joked with a friendly smile, holding Drums's arm and leaning into him.

The sales girl smiled back. She had Jen sign some papers and gave Jen a membership card under Drums's account.

"A year?" Jen asked as they walked to the locker room.

"I like New York, I might stay here for a while," Drums said with a shrug. Inside the ladies locker room, Jen frowned as she changed into her workout clothes. She wore a bra top and capri leggings that stopped a few inches below her knees. 

Jen saw Frankie working out with weights. She usually avoided weights, except for light weights sometimes (5 or 10 pounds). She wasn't trying to build muscle. Her goal was to remain firm and toned.

She did a yoga class. It was about 45 minutes. Afterwards she was sweaty. She liked the class, but it was a little less intense than what she was used to. She looked at the schedule and made a mental note of times of the more advanced yoga class.

Drums was chatting with some guys, it looked like his workout was done. Jen was just getting started. She did planks and lunges, and then worked on her abdominals. When she was done her bra top was soaked with sweat. Finally she went to the mats and stretched for 20 minutes.

Jen got her bag and then walked over to Drums. He was talking to a tall broad shouldered blond guy. She smiled and said thanks when Drums handed her a fresh towel. She used the towel to wipe her forehead, cheeks and neck. 

"You don't kid around do you?" Drums said smiling admiringly.

"It feels good to work out again," Jen said. Her body DID feel good. 

"I'm grab my bag and we can go," Drums said walking to the men's locker room.

"Impressive workout," the blonde guy said after Drums left. "I'm Lance by the way."

"Jen," Jen said shaking Lance's hand.

"New here?" Lance asked, looking Jen up and down.

"Frankie and I just moved here," Jen said. 

"You're with him?" Lance asked.

"Here's my boyfriend," Jen said.

Lance nodded. "Maybe we can go out sometime."

"Maybe we can," Jen said.

"You look like a girl who works in Manhattan," Lance said.

"You're right, but what does a Manhattan girl look like?" Jen said with a laugh.

"Like she just stepped out of Vogue magazine," Lance said giving her another up and down look.

"I doubt I look like that," Jen said with another laugh, holding her hands out to emphasize her sweaty bra top and tights.

Lance laughed with her. "I work in Manhattan too, let's get a drink sometime," he said smiling into her eyes.

"Um, I just told you I'm with Frankie," Jen said, but it wasn't much of a rebuke as she was smiling at Lance.

"Are you married?" Lance asked.

Jen laughed. "Okay, let me get this straight, a girl is fair play as long as she's not married yet."

"Something like that," Lance said grinning.

"What if she's engaged?" Jen teased.

"I'd have to think about that exception," Lance said pretending to contemplate the question.

"Let me guess, you're a lawyer," Jen said smiling.

"Guilty as charged your honor," Lance said and they both laughed.

Just then Drums walked up with his bag. "Let's go," he said frowning at Jen. 

They walked to their apartment, stopping at a pub for a drink. "What was that all about?" Drums asked. He looked annoyed. "I leave you for a minute and you flirt with another guy?"

"I wasn't flirting, I was just talking," Jen said. 

"Jen I heard you talking, he hit on you," Drums said getting angry, his jealousy flaring up.

"I can't help it if a guy hits on me," Jen said. "It's not my fault."

"Don't flirt!" Drums said. "And don't wear clothes like that!"

"What do you mean?" Jen said holding out her hands. "These are my workout clothes."

"Look at this!" he said flicking his finger along Jen's crotch. A camel toe was clearly outlined in her tights.

"Oh," Jen said looking down. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Trying to make up, she rubbed his arm and grinned mischievously. "You didn't mind showing me off at the Roxy."




Consequences Pt. 18



"That's different, you were with me," Drums said still angry.

"I'm with you now," she pointed out.

"You were flirting with that guy!" Drums said feeling jealous.

Later in bed, Jen was on top of Drums, slowly riding him. He was still angry, but that didn't mean he didn't want sex (he was a man after all!). 

"I'm sorry I flirted with him," Jen said as she slowly went up and down on his shaft. "I'm so used to Mike, he likes that."

"Most guys don't like that Jen," he scolded her.

"I know, I'm sorry, I won't do it again," she said. Trying to lighten the mood, she joked "I thought guys liked seeing camel toes."

"I do, but not when you're flirting with another guy," Drums said frowning at her.

"Okay, I said I'm sorry," she said leaning down and kissing him. "Let's not fight okay?" She grinned at him. "I got that way because of you, you know."

"Yeah?" he said, a smile finally breaking out on his face.

"My lips are all puffy because of you," Jen said. 

"Mike doesn't do that to you huh?" Drums teased.

"We're not supposed to talk about him remember?" Jen said.

"I remember," Drums said, rolling Jen onto her back. He looked into her eyes as he continued to fuck her. "I want you to be mine as long as possible."

"I am yours Frankie," Jen said. Remembering his one year membership at the gym, she added, "For the next 3 and a half weeks."

"Are you really counting it down?" Drums said, part joking, part bitter.

"I just want you to be ready for it," Jen said. She caressed his face. "I like you Frankie. This time with you is helping me get ready for it too."

"Does it really have to end?" Drums said. "Can't we keep seeing each other on the side?"

"It has to end baby," Jen said. "If it helps any, you'll be my last boyfriend. We're going to stop playing after this."

Later they snuggled in bed. "Frankie, can I tell you something?" she said hesitantly. "I think you use too much drugs. Especially the coke. It's bad for you. You need to stop."

"Why's it matter?" he said being a martyr, knowing he had only a short time with her.

"You're really talented Frankie," Jen said encouragingly, rubbing his chest. "You're a great songwriter. Don't throw it away on drugs."

"I'm not good enough for you I guess," he said feeling sorry for himself.  "Just tell me this. If we met first, do you think we might've worked?"

Jen heard pleading in his voice. She said gently, "Frankie baby, let's not go there okay?"

A long silence passed between them. Then Drums pulled her to him. They were on their sides and Jen put her leg over his. "I promise to pull out," he said, entering her without a condom. "I probably won't cum again anyway. I just want to be inside you."

Jen knew it was dangerous (she was definitely ovulating), but at that moment she couldn't deny him. They fucked like that for a long time, slow and tender, looking into the other's face, softly kissing, making love really.

"I'm trying really hard not to fall in love with you," Drums said looking into Jen's eyes as he slowly made love to her.

"Don't do that," Jen said.

"If we met first, do you think there's a chance you might've fallen in love with me?"

"Please Frankie ... I have to go back to Mike."

"You have to?" Drums said.

"I want to," Jen quickly corrected. "Stop trying to trick me Frankie."

"I just can't believe it," he lamented. "If I had just asked you out first ... who knows what would've happened."

Jen didn't answer. Instead she held and kissed him as they made love. She didn't cum. Fortunately neither did he, as Jen wasn't certain she had the will to make him pull out. He finally pulled out, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day Mike called Jen at her office. "How's it going?" he asked.

"It's hard," Jen said honestly, breaking out of her role of the ex-wife. "Frankie's dealing with the end."

"You're dealing with that too?" Mike asked.

"I guess," Jen said, remembering the emotion from last night. "Mike, I think I'm ready to stop playing the game. It's just too much."

"You want to stop now?" 

"Not now," Jen said. "I can't do that to Frankie. But after, yeah, I'm ready."

"... I think I'm ready too," Mike admitted. "This separation thing is really hard. I don't like it."

"Are you okay?" Jen asked concerned.

"Yeah ..." Mike said. "Your text last night really helped. But not being emotionally connected to you ... it's really hard."

"We ARE emotionally connected baby, we're just playing a game," Jen assured him.

"I don't know, it doesn't feel that way," Mike said. "It feels like we're really separated."

Jen started to object, but then she remembered how she'd felt the same way earlier. 

"I don't know Jen," Mike continued. "Maybe we should stop. I'm not sure I can make it 3 more weeks."

"We can't honey," Jen insisted gently. "It would really hurt Frankie."

"You're my wife Jen," Mike said, not likely his wife picking another man over him.

"It's just another 3 weeks," she said reading his mind. "Then we'll be together again. I've told Frankie when it's over it's over."

"... okay," Mike said after a few moments. Jen's assurance eased his anxieties. He chuckled. "I guess I can make it 3 more weeks."

"We can stop the separation role playing," Jen suggested.

"... no," Mike said after a moment. "I guess if we're going to do it, I want to experience it. Does that make sense?"

"No," Jen said with an incredulous laugh. "Yes. I don't know." After a moment she whispered "I'm ovulating right now."

"We talked about that," Mike said. "Spontaneity is okay."

"Mike how can you say that?" Jen said disbelievingly. "We've been separated less than a week and it's too much for you. How could you handle another man getting me pregnant?"

"I did though, before," Mike said softly, referring to when she was pregnant with Tom's baby. "Back then we were really connected. What's hard now is we're not."

Jen needed Mike to be crystal clear. "Do you want me to have Frankie's baby?" she asked. "Is that your third wish?" 

Mike was silent for long moments. "I don't know Jen," he finally said. "I don't know if I have a third wish anymore."

~~ Week 7 ~~

Drums took Jen out almost every night, taking her to see local bands, get-togethers of his artsy friends, silly things like bowling. She had a lot of fun! Mike rarely took her to things like that. Mike was more of a homebody so they didn't often go out. When they did they went to more "serious" places like art galleries, trendy restaurants and off-Broadway plays. She liked those things too, but the lighthearted places Drums took her were a breath of fresh air and so much fun! 

Drums also took Jen to a lot of hole-in-the-wall diners. He searched them out. He thought they had a lot of personality and were down to earth, and some of them had surprisingly creative menus. Jen liked going, most were family owned and really charming, and often the person waiting on you was the current owner of a long line of owners from the same family. That was really cool, and she always found something healthy and low cal to order. This so differed from the places Mike took her, the French bistros and sophisticated restaurants like Bar Americain, Daniels and Per Se. She knew Mike liked those fancy restaurants because he liked seeing her get all dolled up in designer dresses and high heels, but often dinner took hours! With Frankie she typically dressed casual in skinny jeans and tight tops, and dinner usually only took an hour and then they could do something fun.

They were having dinner in a fun and lively diner called The Spot. Drums had put coins in the old juke box and they were laughing and bopping along to the Beatles and Jerry Lee Lewis as they drank beers and munched on French fries. 

They sat next to each other in a booth. The diner felt like a cheesy (yet charming) night club, the lights dark and a disco ball spinning around. Jen wore skinny jeans, a cross-over stretch top that ended just below her belly button and high heels. 

They sat close so their legs touched. Drums had his arm around her, and he nuzzled her cheek and neck as he said silly things and made her laugh. Looking at them you'd have no doubt they were a couple, a guy with his girlfriend, in love even.

Drums leaned in and kissed Jen. It started as a laughing kiss but then it turned passionate and heated. Soon they were trading tongue. No one cared they were making out in the booth. It was that kind of place.

Drums moved his hand inside Jen's top as he continued to tongue her. He cupped her naked breast. Jen hadn't worn a bra. Frankie liked her braless.

Jen reached down and put her hand over this crotch. She stroked him over his pants as he kneaded her breast and thumbed her nipple. People were starting to turn and watch.

Jen heard someone call her name. She ignored the voice, continuing to make out and pet Frankie. She so wanted him! She wanted to go home and fuck all night long!

The voice called her name again. Suddenly Jen realized she recognized the voice. She pulled away from Frankie and looked at the voice. 

"God Jen, it is you," the voice said shocked. It was her neighbors Alicia and Ella!

"Oh my god," Jen cried horrified. How long had they been watching? Jen pulled away from Frankie. He still had his hand inside her blouse! Jen pushed his hand away and fixed her blouse. She stammered "Alicia, Ella, I --."

"Jen," Alicia said still shocked. "Are you and Mike broken up?"

Jen hurried back to the Bronx apartment, dragging Frankie along beside her. He didn't understand why she was so upset. Tell a lie or something and then just move on.

Jen made Frankie wait in the living room while she went into the bedroom, closing the door. She needed space to talk to Mike.

Jen called Mike and told him what happened. "They were standing right next to us!" Jen lamented, almost frantic. "They saw everything!"

"It's okay honey, we don't care what our neighbors think," Mike said consolingly.

"It's not them I'm worried about!" Jen said frantically. "Alicia and Ella saw everything there's no hiding it now! What if it gets to my mom? What if it gets to your parents?"

THEY were the people Jen worried about the most. Her mom would shake her head but in the end not hold it against her daughter. But Mike's parents? She couldn't bear their disapproval. She couldn't imagine facing Mike's mom. God this was a disaster!

Mike knew what Jen was worried about. Every daughter wants the approval of her in-laws. He suggested "I'll talk to Jeremy and Noah." They were Alicia and Ella's husbands. "I'll tell them I fucked up and we're separated. We're dating other people, but trying to work it out. I'll ask them to keep it quiet because if our parents found out it'll make things a lot worse. They'll stay quiet honey. They'll talk among themselves but it won't get to our parents."

"God Mike ... tell them we're separated?" Jen said upset. This was making their "separation game" real!

"Couples go through touch patches all the time," Mike said reassuringly. "Noah and Ella almost divorced last year, remember? In a month this'll be over. They'll see us together and figure we worked it out."

"Okay," Jen finally reluctantly agreed. What other choice did they have? "Are you coming home this weekend?"

"No, I'm going to San Jose to work with Memphis data center people, to set up the data feeds," Mike said. "We're almost ready to go live, I think the Ring is going to work."

"That's so good Mike!" she said enthusiastically, his good news definitely lifting her spirits!

"Hey Jen?" he said. "Don't let Alicia and Ella get you down, okay? This might be the last we play the game. Let's enjoy it, okay?"

"God Mike," she said incredulously. They were going to tell their friends they were separated. Mike was turned on by this?!

"I know it's crazy," he admitted. He shook his head, not understanding it himself. "I guess if we have to do it anyway, I want to experience it."

"Okay, fine, then I'll hang up and go back to my boyfriend" Jen said sarcastically, feeling peeved. 

"Wait," Mike said. "Before you go, can you tell me one sexy thing you've done with Drums?"

"I can tell you a lot of sexy things Mike," she said irritably. "But I won't." Then she abruptly hung up.

She was annoyed at Mike! He never stopped! This whole "real separation" thing turned him on! Can't he see how upset she was about it?

Her phone rang. She expected it was Mike calling back but it wasn't. That disappointed Jen, which irritated her more she was disappointed her shit husband wasn't calling her! 

It was his brother Joe calling. Jen was too bothered to talk to Joe so she let it go to voice mail.

Drums knocked on the door. "Hey are you okay?" he asked poking his head in.

"Yeah," Jen said. He sat down on the bed and put his arms around her. She leaned into him. She needed ... something. She didn't know what.

She looked into her lover's eyes. At that moment she wanted Mike to be holding her. She needed her husband. But he wasn't there. Frankie was.

"Make love to me Frankie," she said pleadingly.

And he did.

Jen needed more clothes from the SoHo loft apartment. "I'm going over to get some things," she told Frankie on Saturday.

"Want company?" Drums offered. Jen thought a moment. With Frankie she'd be able to bring back more stuff. She didn't feel like being alone. And she didn't have to worry about being seen with Frankie, not with her and Mike "separated." 

"I'd love company, let's go," Jen said.

She was relieved when they didn't run into any of their neighbors. Drums watched as she pulled clothes from her closet and dresser.

"Okay," she said getting the last things. "We can go."

Drums pulled her into his arms. "Why don't we stay tonight?" he suggested. The apartment was a lot spacious and nicer than the Bronx apartment.

The idea was tempting. Jen missed being at home. She didn't want to run into neighbors but they were already inside. "Okay," Jen said, giggling as she let Drums pull her onto the bed.

"Has Mike ever fucked you on the kitchen table?" he asked grinning.

"No!" Jen said with another giggle.

"We'll have to take care of that!" They both laughed.

Drums kissed Jen. Jen felt his hard cock poking her thigh. "How do you recover so fast?" she asked. They'd fucked right before coming to the SoHo loft apartment.

"I'm so into you babe," he told Jen kissing her again and running his hands over her body. He'd always been able to recover fast, but he WAS really into Jen. Not only was she beautiful and had a killer body, he still through of her as that unattainable girl he dreamed about in college.

Being a girl, Jen didn't have any recovery issues. She loved sex, and she loved his hard body and thick cock. She could take as much as he could give her, and she'd love every second!

They quickly undressed. Jen was ovulating so she made sure Frankie wore a condom. He mounted her, slowly pushing his thick cock inside her. She clenched her jaws at the penetration, but he was definitely getting inside her easier now.

Once he was balls deep, he stayed unmoving for a few moments as they kissed. He loved the feeling of being inside her.

Then he pushed her arms above her head. He saw the silk scarfs Mike had bought Jen in Paris. He used them to tie Jen's hands to the bed posts.

"Seriously?" Jen said with a laugh.

"Has any guy ever tied you up?" Drums said grinning.

"Not since college," Jen said. "My old boyfriend Colin." 

"I guess Mike's not into this," Drums said. "You're too much his princess, he'd never tie you up."

"And that's a bad thing?" Jen said with a sarcastic laugh. 

"I know you like it rough," Drums said taking a dig at Mike. His unspoken message was clear: "you like it rough and he doesn't do it for you."

Jen frowned. "I like it gentle sometimes," she insisted.

"I can do that too," Drums said taking a nipple into his mouth. Jen moaned and arched her back, and not being able to pull her arms down WAS a turn on.

Drums reached into his bag and pulled out 2 Ecstasy pills. 

"It's not even noon," Jen said frowning.

"We're not going anyplace," he said with a shrug popping one of the pills into his mouth. He pressed the other pill against Jen's lips.

Why not? Frankie was right, they were staying home all day. Things were slow at work so she was taking a mental health day to be with Frankie. Why not play? She opened her lips and let Frankie press the pill into her mouth.

He fucked her slow, lightly running his fingertips from her wrists down to her shoulder, around her breasts, down her sexy flat stomach. He was so turning her on, and the Ecstasy was kicking in and making everything hotter! The fact she was tied up turned her on even more!

"I could do anything to you like this," Drums said. "I could tie up your legs. I could take off the condom and fuck you bareback. I could bring in my tattoo friend and get him to ink "This is Frankie's" above your pussy."

"Let's not" Jen said with a laugh, but his words turned her on. Not the things he said, but the idea of being under his control.

Drums saw the excitement in her face. "I can tell you love this," he said as he kissed her, slowly moving in and out. "You're a submissive slut, aren't you?" When she didn't say anything he roughly twisted her nipple. "Answer me bitch!" he growled.

Jen yelped at the pain. "Yeah, I love it," she admitted, pushing her hips back to meet his thrusts.

He began fucking her harder. "You love it slut don't you?" he yelled pinching both nipples as he slapped her!

"God yeah!" Jen screamed back, she loved it when he fucked her rough, when he called her nasty names!

Drums fucked Jen hard for 20 minutes. She screamed and begged him not to stop! "God fuck me! Fuck me hard! Fuck me like a slut! God don't stop! I love it! I love fucking you!" She screamed as she came on his cock.

When Drums finally came they were gasping and covered in sweat. They giggled like giddy little kids. They were so enjoying being with each other! The drama of running into Alicia and Ella seemed like a distant memory.

Drums untied her wrists and she melted into his arms. "You are SOOO freaking incredible!" she gushed running her hand along his muscular chest. "No one's ever fucked me like you!"

They snuggled for a while. "Want something to drink?" Jen asked him.

"Yeah, I'll come with you," Drums said. 

They got out of bed, walking naked out into the family room. They were laughing and bumping into each other as they walked the short distance to the kitchen, the lovers clearly into each other.

Then Jen stopped in her tracks. Joe – Mike's brother – was sitting on the sofa. He was looking at them. Looking at Jen, her naked just fucked body.

"Oh god!" Jen said horrified, covering herself with her hands. She ran back into the bedroom pulling Drums with her.

"Who is that?" Drums said.

"Oh god oh god!" Jen said sitting on the bed with her knees up, her head in her hands. "Oh god!"

"Who is that?" Drums repeated, peeved.

"It's Joe, Mike's brother," Jen said. It came out like a groan.

"What's he doing here?" he asked annoyed.

"I don't know," Jen said.

Jen knew she had to talk to Joe. "Stay here, okay?" she said putting on her big fluffy cotton robe.

Joe was in the process of leaving. Jen noticed he had 2 big suitcases. "Joe wait," she said.

"God Jen I'm sorry," Joe said pulling the suitcases to the door. "I called your work, they said you and Mike were in London."

"Joe, please sit down," Jen said pulling the suitcases from his hands. They sat. "I'm sorry you saw that," Jen said. "How long have you been here?"

The embarrassed look on Joe's face told Jen he'd been there awhile. He'd heard a lot of her screaming. "Sorry, I thought it was you and Mike," he said embarrassed. What he didn't say was, he'd beat off listening to his sexy sister in the throes of passion. "Who is that guy?"




Consequences Pt. 18



"His name's Frankie," Jen said. Delving into their story, she said "Joe, listen. Mike and I are going through a rough patch. We're separated."

"Oh," Joe said, not sure how to respond.

"I think we'll get back together. We just need to work some things out. But we agreed we could see other people."

"I'm not judging you Jen," Joe assured her.

"I know you're not," Jen said. "It's important to me you know." After a moment she added "Don't tell mom and dad, okay? Once Mike and I get back together, it'll be a lot easier if they don't know we were separated."

"Yeah, I get that, I won't say anything," Joe promised. He got up to go. 

"Wait Joe, don't go," Jen said. "Why are you here?"

"You didn't get my message?" he asked. "I'm here for treatment, I was hoping to crash with you and Mike."

"Is everything okay?" Jen said concerned.

"Yeah, sure," Joe stammered. "Just some treatments. I told you how my doctor is into holistic therapy."

"You can stay here," Jen offered. "Mike's in London. I'm not sure when he'll be back. I'm staying with Frankie. It'll be empty, but if you don't mind ..."

"I don't mind that, it's nice to stay in familiar surroundings," Joe said. "It's really okay if I stay here? My therapist will be over too sometimes. Her name's Willow. Is that okay?"

"Of course Joe, anything you need," Jen assured him.

"So Jen ... who is this guy?" Joe asked looking towards the bedroom. "You're living with him?"

"He's a friend," Jen said. "He's helping me work things out. Don't worry, I think Mike and I will get back together."

"But if you're living with another man, how is that helping you get back together with Mike?" Joe asked not understanding.

Jen was silent, not knowing how to answer.

The meetings went well with the Memphis data center people in San Jose. After getting things set up and making sure everything was working, Mike left Steve and Elaine and the rest of the team to finalize the details of connecting up to the Memphis data feeds.

He felt bad about his last talk with Jen. His cuckold fantasy was like an addiction. He couldn't control it sometimes. Still, it wasn't anyone's fault they ran into Alicia and Ella. That was just bad luck. If they had to live this lie, they might as well take advantage of it. It was only for another couple weeks.

He was about to call Jen to apologize when his cell rang. His heart skipped a beat thinking it was Jen. But it wasn't Jen. It was Jasmine Kelly!

After hellos, Jasmine said "Mike do you know they're about to launch the new Sapphire?"

"I didn't know that," Mike said. It was a lie. He knew from his hacking in Sapphire the exact date and time they planned to launch.

"Do you still have concerns about privacy?" Jasmine asked.

"If you're asking as a reporter, I have no comment," Mike said.

"Mike, come on, you should tell your side of the story," Jasmine said. "People are asking why you quit."

"I don't want to be interviewed Jasmine," Mike said.

"I won't quote you, you'll just be background," Jasmine promised. "Let's go to dinner, we'll talk."

"I'm not in New York," Mike said. "I'm helping Jen with one of her work projects."

"How is your pretty wife?" Jasmine said. She teased "Been to South Beach lately?" When Mike didn't answer she added "I don't get you two. I can't believe you put up with what she does."

"Take care Jasmine, I've got to go," Mike said. He hung up. He didn't want to get into it with Jasmine. If you weren't into this lifestyle you'd never get it.

Jen and Drums returned to the Bronx apartment. They obviously couldn't stay in the SoHo loft apartment with Joe there. Jen went into the bedroom and called Mike. She told him what happened.

"Joe won't tell mom and dad," Mike assured her. 

"What should we do?" Jen asked.

"You might as well stay with Drums," Mike said. "It's only 2 more weeks. You still need time, to help with closure?"

"I guess," Jen said. She didn't know any more.  

"What's wrong?" Mike asked hearing the hesitation in Jen's voice.

"I don't know," Jen said. "This separation thing is getting more and more real." After a moment she laughed without any humor and said "That probably turns you on right?"

It DID turn him on. But it made him anxious too. "I miss you," he said. "You can't imagine how much. Sometimes I wonder if you'll really come back to me after it's over."

Jen wasn't in the mood to reassure him. HE was the one pushing the separation fantasy. She meanly said "Well I guess you'll just have to wait and find out."

A long silence passed between them. Mike said "Jen ..." but then his voice cut off. He didn't know what to say.

Sensing his hurt and anxiety, Jen relented and tersely said "Of course I'm coming back to you. But you can't expect I'm always going to be happy with your fantasies."

"I get it" Mike said hesitantly.

Jen sighed. "I've got to go Mike, Frankie is waiting for me. I'll talk to you later." She moved to hang up.

"Jen wait," Mike said hurriedly. "I love you."

After a moment's hesitation, Jen said "... I love you too."

After they hung up, Jen sat on the bed looking out the window. She felt disconnected from Mike. When was the last time they spent quality time together? When was the last time they made love? She couldn't remember. She realized she didn't miss him as much as she should. But then she had Frankie.

Mike also sat looking out the window. He felt out of control. He so missed Jen. Yet, she was with another man. He knew she would come back to him. But he feared she wouldn't.

Sapphire was also on his mind. They were about to launch. What if he was right, and the government used Sapphire to illegally spy on American citizens? What if his software bug went live? What if he got caught?

~~ Week 8 ~~

"Have you heard about the big party at Colin's place?" Drums asked.

"I'm on those email lists but I don't usually read them," Jen said. "What's up?"

"He's having a big party at his Penn State place," Drums said. "He's booked the Ramones to play like last time. It'll probably be our last gig as the Ramones. Artie is talking about relaunching as something new. You wanna go?" After a moment he added "It's in a couple weeks."

"Our last weekend," Jen said softly.

"Yeah," he said with a melancholy grin. "One last blowout party. Kinda fits, you know?"

Jen called Mike later that evening and told him about Colin's party. "I'm not sure I want to see Colin," Jen said. He'd been texting her constantly since their afternoon of sex during Homecoming weekend. But she had a hard time thinking about Colin much less talking to him or going to his party, since her looking at a picture of him on her phone had resulted in Mike getting hurt, and her miscarriage. (Colin didn't know about Jen's miscarriage of course, since he didn't know she'd been pregnant.)

Mike shrugged. "Maybe it's a good way to end our separation. We can tell everyone we got back together at a party at Penn State."

"Yeah, that does work," Jen said a smile coming to her face. She liked the idea of getting back together at Penn State. 

"After the party we'll ride off into sunset," Mike said.

"Holding hands right?" Jen said smiling into the phone.

"Always baby," Mike promised, smiling back.

"When are you coming home? I'm missing you," Jen said.

"We're still separated for two more weeks," Mike teased.

"I'm sure it's acceptable to give my ex-husband a hug," Jen said teasing back.

"I'm not sure when I'm coming home," Mike said. "I've got a pretty demanding boss."

"Oh you do, do you?" Jen laughed, knowing he was talking about her. "Maybe your boss will have to visit you in London."

"Honesty? I'd rather you stay in New York with Drums," Mike said. "It's only 2 more weeks."

"And you want to experience it, right?" Jen said rolling her eyes. "Just promise me Mike. It's over after Colin's party. Right?"

"... yeah," Mike said after a moment. "It'll be over."

Jen heard the hesitation in Mike's voice but didn't say anything. She knew he was conflicted about stopping. He loved the game. She did too. But they had to grow up sometime. 

After hanging up with Jen, Mike went to a Pete's Coffee. He used a disposable phone to hack into Sapphire. Computers at the CATF recorded his movements. When Colonel Banks studied the report later, he'd see Mike looked around but didn't do anything, just like all the other times.

"Hey stranger," a girl's voice said behind Mike.

Mike turned around. It was Tara!

They hugged hello. "What are you doing here?" Mike asked.

"I got a job with Apple," Tara said.

"Oh," Mike said. "I thought you were still working with Darren on Sapphire."

"Don't take this the wrong way, but I mostly wanted to work with you," Tara said. "You left ... god the new CTO is so overbearing ... I had to leave. This is actually my first week at Apple."

"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Mike said sincerely. 

"That's okay, I loved New York but I always wanted to work in Silicon Valley, and I really like Apple!" Tara said brightly. Then she looked worriedly at a paper in her hand. "I hope I can cut it. This is my first project and I can't figure it out."

"What is it?" Mike asked taking the sheet of paper from Tara. It was a series of transformations. "Oh, it's the state table for the iTunes sync algorithm," Mike said matter-of-factly. He briefly studied it. "You've got a discontinuity here, you know."

Tara's eyes grew wide. "Where?" she said amazed. "How did you just figure that out?" 

Mike didn't hear her, suddenly engrossed in the problem on the paper. He took out a pencil and made a few changes to the equations. "This should do it," he said handing the paper back to her.

Tara stared at the paper. She didn't understand what Mike had done, but she could run his changes on the software simulator to see if it worked. This problem had nagged iTunes for over a year, no one at Apple could figure it out. If it worked she'd be a hero, in her first week!

Mike looked at his watch. "I've got to run, I'm flying to London. Take care Tara." He gave Tara a brief hug and then he was on his way to SFO.

Jim and Stacy invited Mike to dinner. He was happy they were back together again. He was intrigued and excited to see them together, since of course Stacy had had a black man's baby (Darren's) with Jim's encouragement and approval. The whole scene got him so hot!

"So things are better?" Mike asked as he sat with Jim, sipping a scotch. Stacy was in the bedroom nursing Dannika.

"It's really good," Jim assured him. "Stacy and I talk all the time. We're back in sync. I'm kinda ashamed how I lost it. I told Stacy I'd be okay if she talked to Darren again."

"So soon?" Mike said surprised. "Are you sure?"

"Just talk, no sex," Jim said quickly. "I don't want something to start up between them.  But he kind of has a right, you know? And now Stacy understands me better. Before it was okay for her to have boyfriends, to get close to them. But with Darren she can't do that. That's too much for me, with Darren being the biological father of Dannika. She'll be friends with Darren but that's all."

"Okay," Mike said. "So it's all working out."

"Yeah," Jim said giving Mike a knowing smile. "You're relieved right? Because it shows it can work out for you and Jen too."

Mike smiled, knowing he was busted. "Number one I'm glad you and Stacy are back together," he said sincerely.

"I know you are mate," Jim said smiling, giving Mike a friendly slap on the back. 

Just then Stacy came out. She looked really hot. She'd curled her long strawberry blonde hair so it fell around her cute face. She wore a tight black dress and black stockings. The dress had a swoop front that showed off her lily white cleavage, and the dress was really short showing off her nice legs. 

Stacy had a curvy, hour glass figure to Jen's petite leggy figure. Mike preferred Jen of course but he appreciated Stacy's sexiness. In his mental ranking of girls, he placed Jen at the top (by a landslide), then Jasmine Kelly, followed closely by Allie and Nicole (tie), and then Stacy and maybe Tara. 

"What's the occasion?" Mike asked, as he and Jim were both wearing jeans, while Stacy looked ready for a night on the town. 

Stacy and Jim shared a knowing smile. "Mike, Stacy and I want to thank you for helping get us back together," Jim said brightly. "I know you don't think you did much, but being able to talk to someone who understands us really helped." Jim's smile grew wider. "As thank you, Stacy wants to give herself to you. You can have all night with her. But we figure that's not something you want."

"You guys are playing again?" Mike asked.

"Yes," Stacy said smiling affectionately at Mike. "And you'd be my first lover after having Dannika. I'd like that. I know I'd enjoy it!"

"I'm really flattered," Mike stammered. "But --."

"That's okay Mike we understand," Jim said cutting him off, saving him from embarrassment. He again smiling knowingly at Stacy. "So Stacy and I would like to give you something else. A new lover is coming over tonight. I'd like to invite you to watch him make love to Stacy."

"Fuck me, not make love," Stacy quickly corrected her husband, beaming at him.

"Yeah, that's right," Jim said smiling back at his wife. "It's just physical tonight. We're not ready for any emotional involvement yet. Maybe later."

"Maybe," Stacy said uncertainly. She hugged her husband. "If we do we'll be a lot more careful. And I'll do a better job making sure Jim knows he's the love of my life."

Jim hugged her back and grinned at Mike, as if to say "you can make it work too Mike, this can be you and Jen."

The bull was a tall broad shouldered black man. His name was Jamal. Mike figured Stacy must be into black men after Darren. 

It started with Jamal undressing. He was muscular like a linebacker, and had a long thick cock (although not as big as Darren's from what Mike remembered). 

Stacy ran her hands over Jamal's chest and thighs, as if worshipping the black man's body. Then, as if not wanting to go overboard the first time, she called Jim to her. They kissed. She had one hand around her husband's neck and the other around the bull's cock.

Stacy slid to her knees and took Jamal's cock into her mouth. It was so hot watching Stacy on her knees before the black man. She was still fully dressed and he was completely naked. That made the scene even hotter! Imagine, a pretty fully clothed white girl on her knees in front of a tall muscular completely naked black man, which his cock stuffed in her mouth, her mouth open as wide as possible to take in his girth. It was so fucking hot!

Jim was just as mesmerized. He stroked his wife's long strawberry blond hair as she sucked Jamal's cock. As before, Mike was impressed at Stacy's skill at giving head. Honestly she was better at it than Jen, as Jen wasn't able to deep throat long thick cocks as easily as Stacy. Of course maybe Jen was better at it now having been with Drums non-stop for weeks. Part of Mike hoped his blonde, blue eyed innocent wife (he still thought of her as innocent and he probably always would) had NOT gotten any better at that particular skill, just like he hoped her pussy would always be virgin tight even though she was often ravaged by big thick cocks.

After a few minutes of sucking Jamal, Stacy moved to Jim. She took out his cock and sucked him to hardness.

Then they got onto the bed. Jim quickly undressed, and then the 2 men slowly unwrapped Stacy. As they undid buttons they kissed her skin. By the time she was naked she was writhing under their lips and fingers.

Mike noticed Stacy hadn't yet lost all the baby fat in her tummy and hips. But she was still super hot! He found her extra weight really sexy because it came from giving birth. Jen's body was firm and svelte, she'd always been that way, but if she gained some weight after giving birth he'd be okay with that, it would just make her even sexier!

"You first," Stacy said pulling her husband on top of her. They made love. Jim didn't last long, no doubt because of the excitement of the situation. He quickly came. Mike noticed he didn't wear a condom and he came inside his wife.

They held each other for a few minutes, and then he pulled out and moved to the side. Jamal took his place and mounted her. Unlike Jim, Jamal fucked her really hard and he lasted a long time. Stacy held Jim's hand the entire time, her nails digging into his skin as Jamal made her cum (more than once!). After about 20 minutes Jamal grunted and came. He also didn't wear a condom and came inside Stacy's womb.

As if orchestrated (clearly Jim had discussed this with Jamal), Jamal pulled out and rolled off Stacy. Mike got a brief look between Stacy's legs. Her pussy looked well used and cum seeped from the red puffy lips. Jim immediately got between his wife's legs and ate her out. Soon Stacy was writhing under her husband's tongue as Jim licked and sucked out Jamal's and his cum from her pussy. He got her off again before he was done.

Jamal dressed and left while Jim was still eating out his wife. Mike went out to the living room, strangely feeling awkward in the bedroom with Jamal gone. Mike wasn't into creampies but the sight had gotten him really hot.

After a few minutes Jim came out in a t-shirt and shorts. "Are you okay mate?" Jim asked.

"Yeah," Mike said still trying to process what he'd seen. "God Jim that was really beautiful. Even though Jamal was fucking Stacy, I could tell she loves you."

Jim tilted his head inquisitively at Mike. "That's not how it is with you and Jen, when she's with another man?" he asked.

"Sometimes," Mike said. "Usually though I'm just watching, or she's alone with her boyfriend."

"She's alone with another man?" Jim said frowning disapprovingly. "We don't do that. I'm almost always there. I think of Stacy's lovers as lovers, not boyfriends. That's why I got so upset when she fell in love with Darren." He quickly added, "But we've worked that out."

"Yeah," Mike said. "I think the way you play it is safer." Maybe not as exciting, but safer. "You let Jamal cum inside Stacy?"

"She's on the pill," Jim said. 

"Oh okay."

"Have you told Jen about your Scott fantasy?" Jim asked.

"No," Mike said. "I'm not sure I can do it. I don't know. I go back and forth. I can barely handle what we're doing now." After a moment he added "We're going to a big party in a couple weeks. I'm thinking about inviting Scott." He hadn't figured out how to do that. Or whether he really wanted to do it. 

"I wish I could be there," Jim said excitedly.

Feeling lightheaded with lust, Mike said "Someday I'll let you watch Jen with one of her lovers." Making that happen would mean they'd have to keep playing after this weekend. But he wondered if his and Jen's desires would really allow them to stop playing after Colin's party.

Mike hurriedly went back to his hotel room and beat off furiously throughout the night, both to the memory of Stacy with Jamal, and the prospect of what might happen that weekend at Colin's party. Afterwards though, with his lust sated, he was hit by all the dark emotions. He wondered if he really wanted to go through with it.

After work Jen decided to visit Joe. The apartment was dark, lit only by candles. Jen smelt vanilla and lavender from the candle smoke, and a hint of marijuana.

She heard voices coming from the guest room. She tiptoed over and looked it.

Joe was naked with a woman standing over him! But then Jen realized he had a towel over his mid-section and the woman was giving him a massage. The masseuse sensed Jen and they locked eyes for a moment. Then the masseuse turned her attention back to Joe. 

Red-faced she tiptoed back to the family room. She thought about leaving but she knew she should say hi to Joe. She decided to stay. She sat on the sofa and waited.




Consequences Pt. 18



A few minutes later the masseuse came out. She closed the door to the guest bedroom and turned on the lights. "Hello," the masseuse said. "You must be Jen. I'm Willow."

"Oh right, Joe's therapist," Jen said. They shook hands. Willow was an older woman. She had long black hair streaked with gray. Her face was old but kind and sharp. She wore a long black flowing dress. She kind of looked like a gypsy. She reminded Jen of Madame Marie, the fortune teller on the Jersey shore.

"Joe's doctor believes in holistic methods," Willow explained. "A massage feeds both the spirit and the body. Of the two, the spirit is the most important. A joyful spirit can cure an ailing body."

"Ailing?" Jen said concerned. "Is Joe okay? Is his cancer back?"

"My role is to lift the spirit," Willow said ignoring Jen's question. She shrugged resignedly. "I do the best I can. Joe and I are close. Not like family, but good friends. Our relationship is important to his treatment. To lift his spirit."

"Um, okay," Jen said uncertainly. Did Willow – this older 60ish woman -- have a physical relationship with Joe?

Willow smiled as if reading Jen's thoughts. The smile was enigmatic. "Joe said you and your husband are separated?" Willow said taking Jen's hand consolingly.

"Um yeah, but I think we'll get back together," Jen said.

Willow patted Jen's hand. "You've very pretty," she said. "I suspect your beauty causes you problems."

"Um, well, my mom says my looks get me into trouble," she said with an awkward laugh.

Willow nodded knowingly. She stroked Jen's hand. Not sexually, more like ... reading her fortune. "You've had joy, but sadness too," Willow said looking into Jen's eyes. "You'll have more sadness. But eventually you'll find happiness again."

A chill ran through Jen. A part of her believed in mystical things like fortune telling and holistic treatments. "How long will I be sad?" she asked.

Willow shook her head and gave a sympathetic smile. "That's not for me to say," the gypsy woman said. "That depends on you and others."

Jen scrunched up her pretty face into a grimace. "That's not much help."

"Follow your heart Jennifer," the gypsy woman said with that same enigmatic smile. "Always follow your heart."

Willow left and Joe came out of the bedroom a few moments later. "Hey bro," Jen said cheerily. "Sorry for interrupting your massage."

"No worries," Joe said looking tired but smiling at Jen. "You met Willow? She's great, right?"

"Yeah, she's kinda mysterious," Jen said. She quickly added "In a good way!" They both laughed. "How often do you get massages?"

"I get treatment every day," Joe said. "You know, doctor's orders. Usually it's Willow but sometimes it's a fill in. Willow's busy, she's pretty in-demand."

"I bet," Jen said. She looked concerned. "Are you okay Joe?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," he said looking away. An awkward silence passed. Jen got the impression he wasn't telling her everything. She made a mental note to talk to Mike about it.

Trying to be cheery, she said "Well, if you need a fill in I'm available. I used to be a masseuse you know."

"What? I didn't know that!" Joe said shocked.

"I took a class at Penn State," Jen said with a laugh. "It was an elective believe it or not." She laughed again. "Mike talked me into taking it so I could be his personal masseuse." She rolled her eyes and laughed again. "It came in handy though. When we moved in together I couldn't get a job right away. I worked at the spa at the St. Regis for a few months. We needed the money, you know how expensive New York is."

"Yeah," Joe said. He envisioned his beautiful sister with her tight dancer's body giving massages to old men with flabby bodies. No doubt they got hard as Jen rubbed oil into them. The image both disturbed and turned Joe on. 

Trying to think of something else, he said "It's good hearing you talk about Mike," Joe said. "Are you two any better?"

"Actually, yeah," Jen said, relieved she could talk about them getting back together. "We're talking about getting back together."

"That's great!" Joe said happily. His smile turned into a frown. "But you're still living with that Frankie guy?"

"Yeah, I mean ..." She didn't know what to say.  

Seeing Jen's discomfort, Joe forced a laugh and said "Have you ever seen one of these?" He took out something that looked like a pipe.  "It's an electronic cigarette."

"Oh, I didn't know you smoked."

"I don't," Joe said with a mischievous smile. He pulled out a bottle. "This is cannabis extract."

"Marijuana?" Jen said smiling.

"Medicine, part of my therapy," Joe joked with a big smile. He poured a little of the extract into the pipe. "What to try it?"

"What's it like?" Jen said with a delighted smile.

"Just like a joint," Joe said wearing a big smile. He took a long drag, his eyes closing. Then he handed it to Jen. "Here."

Jen hesitated. Then she thought, why not? She took a long drag too. "Wow," she gushed her head rolling back. It WAS just like a joint.

"I know, right?" Joe said laughing. Jen took another hit. When she left she was definitely buzzed.

The next day Mike called Jen. Jen told Mike about Willow, although she didn't mention Willow's fortune telling, or the cannabis pipe (she wasn't sure Mike would approve of her getting high with his brother). "I'm worried about Joe," Jen said. "Has he had a relapse?"

"I haven't heard anything," Mike said. "Mom would know. She would've told us. Thanks for checking up with him."

"Of course baby," Jen said. "You know I like Joe a lot."

They talked about the Ring. Everything was still good, the Ring should be up and running by the pitch. 

"Guess what?" Jen said brightly. "I got my period this morning."

"Oh okay," Mike said, feeling relieved and disappointed. Mostly relieved. But let down too. He was so back and forth on this! To hide his internal struggle he joked "So you'll be back in the saddle by Colin's party."

"God you have the strangest ways of saying things," Jen said with a laugh. 

Mike laughed. "A bummer for Drums, your last week together," he said.

"Well unlike you he doesn't mind," Jen said with a laugh. "And this way we don't have to use condoms."

Mike felt his face flush. To hide his excitement he joked "I guess you had to buy more sheets."

"Don't get gross," Jen chastised him. "I don't like it either but I'm not going to tell him no, not our last week. Anyway, it feels better without condoms." 

Mike felt his cock stiffen.

After a moment Jen giggled and said "I said that to turn you on! But it does feel better without condoms, you know that."

"Yeah," Mike breathed into the phone. "I want to talk about Colin's party. That weekend."

"Okay," Jen said.

"... I guess I'd be okay if you hooked up with Mal and Jay," Mike hesitantly said. 

"Of you would, would you?" Jen said with a laugh. "We might as well include Artie too."

Mike grinned. "Might as well," he said only half joking.

"One last weekend for me to explore my inner sluttyness huh?" Jen joked.

"Exactly," Mike said.

"Oh my god you're serious!" Jen said with a disbelieving laugh.

"Only if you want to," Mike said. He hesitated, then said "There's one more thing."

"What?" When Mike hesitated again, Jen said "Come on, just tell me."

Mike hesitated, so torn about this. Then he blurted out "Why don't you invite Scott?"

There was a long silence. Finally Jen said "Invite Scott to Colin's party? You don't even like Scott."

"Yeah, that's kinda the point," Mike said with an embarrassed laugh.

"God Mike," Jen said. "Scott, really? Let me guess, you don't want me to bring any condoms."

Mike's voice caught in his throat. He managed to croak out, "That's up to you. And Scott."

"God Mike," Jen said incredulously. "Really?"  She shook her head, frustrated with her husband. "I don't know, I'll think about it." 



Consequences Pt. 19



~~ Week 9 ~~

Jen shook her head after hanging up with Mike. He was so crazy. Did he really want another man to get her pregnant? And she saw through that whole Scott charade. He was planning for Scott to get her pregnant?! The man Mike hated more than anyone else in the world?!

By now Jen knew her husband. His fantasy was like an addiction. He couldn't control himself sometimes. 

She didn't hold that against him. It actually eased her guilt and shame of not being able to control herself with other men sometimes. They were peas in the pod and that was a good thing, another reason they were so compatible.

But letting another man get her pregnant, on purpose? Her pregnancy with Tom had been an accident. This was entirely different. This wasn't a game, it was real life.

A part of her was aroused by the fantasy of another man impregnating her. She loved her husband more than anything, but for some reason she was aroused by the fantasy of a dominate man humiliating Mike. Maybe because Mike's fantasies had become hers? She knew another man getting her pregnant was the ultimate cuckold humiliation. 

And if Scott was that man? The man Mike hated more than anyone in the world? Jen couldn't help shivering and she felt herself getting wet.

During Colin's party she'd be in the first week of her cycle. She'd be safe for unprotected sex. Probably. An idea came to her mind. Maybe ...

Jen shook her head. No. It was too crazy. Wasn't it?

The Sapphire launch exceeded everyone's expectations. There seemed to be enormous pent up demand. Within the first hour there were over a billion dollars of trades. In the next hour there were 10 billion. There seemed to be no ceiling, the new Sapphire was a huge success!

Sapphire was on all the news channels. Mike was often discussed. Jasmine Kelly was mostly neutral, but everyone else portrayed Mike as a clueless software geek who foolishly bolted just as things got really good.

Mike missed Jen. He wished she was there with him as he watched the news. On the one hand, it felt good to see the new Sapphire working so brilliantly, since it was mostly the result of his work. On the other, it hurt to be dismissed and portrayed so negatively on TV. It would've been nice to have his wife with him at that moment.

But, at that very moment, Drums's cock was buried deep inside Jen's pussy. Since this was his last week with her, it was his mission to fuck her non-stop! This was already the third time they'd fucked that day and it was barely noon!

Afterwards Drums held Jen in his arms. "I'm gonna miss this," he said stroking her soft blonde hair. "I'm gonna miss you." When she didn't say anything he asked "Will you miss me?"

"Of course I will," she said crossing her arms on his chest and leaning her chin on her hands. "I really like you Frankie."

"No chance we can keep seeing each other?" he asked with a grin, already knowing the answer.

"Frankie you need to find your own girl," she told him gently. She'd done all she could. He was doing drugs a lot less. He'd signed a contract with Artie to do a solo album. "You're really a catch Frankie," she said kissing his chest. "She's out there for you. Just promise me you'll treat her really good."

"I will," Drums promised, rolling Jen onto her back. Time for #4. Jen didn't mind, she loved sex, and the constant fucking was turning her into a nympho, the more she got the more she wanted! With all the fucking she didn't notice the Sapphire drama until the next day.

Mike couldn't take watching the news any more. He went to an internet café and hacked into Sapphire. 

"Andrews just hacked in," a technician said in the CATF operations room. The operations room had big screens on the walls and long tables of technicians. They monitored cyber threats against the United States. With Sapphire live, they were monitoring Mike Andrews in real-time.

"What's he doing?" Colonel Banks said, watching the big screen that reported on Mike's actions.

"He's accessed the Liberty routines," Trent said. "Liberty" was the code name for the government's surveillance software inside Sapphire. Trent shook his head. "Just like before. He's looking but not trying to modify or sabotage the software."

"Are you sure?" Colonel Banks said.

"Trent's right," Allen said. Allen was Chief Scientist of CATF. "He's not attacking the firewall. He's not even getting close to it. Just probing."

"Then what the fuck is he doing?" Colonel Banks growled in frustration, pressing his fists against the table in frustration. He was developing a deep dislike for Mike Andrews! Andrews was fucking with him, and he didn't like people who fucked with him! "I want real eyes on him 24/7," Banks ordered. "If he touches the firewall I want him immediately arrested."

The next morning Jen and Drums woke up. They fucked again.

"God I seriously can't walk," Jen giggled. She probably spent half of yesterday with his cock inside her!

"Play hooky again," Drums said reaching for her.

"I can't," Jen said giggling, wriggly from his grasp. "I've got to get to work." She stayed home yesterday to play with Drums, but she couldn't miss two days, not with the final pitch just around the corner. 

Jen jumped into the shower. As she dressed Drums reluctantly said "Mal called me. He asked about hooking up this weekend."

Jen laughed. "Just Mal? Not Jay too?"

"Actually, Mal mentioned Jay," Drums said with a crooked grin.

Jen laughed again. "Why stop with them? Invite Artie too."

They both laughed. "I'm just passing along their message," Drums said. "They're my buddies, they've been there for me."

"God I don't think I've ever felt more like a piece of meat," Jen said with another laugh.

Drums laughed too. "I'm not forcing you," he said. "I wouldn't be bugging you if I didn't think you wanted it. But I think you DO want it." He gave her a knowing smile.

Jen tried to look indignant, but she couldn't help smiling back. They both laughed. "I do think they're hot," Jen admitted. "But I'm not sure - what would that be, a fivesome? Where would everyone go?" As if realizing what she'd just said she laughed embarrassed and covered her face.

"It'd be epic," Drums said grinning.

"That's a word for it!" Jen said laughing again. "Mike told me it was okay with him if I got together with them."

"At least he's consistent," Drums said, trying to keep the contempt from his voice. "So it's on?" 

"Is that really how you want to remember me?" Jen asked turning serious. "Getting banged by your friends?"

"Your husband doesn't mind," Drums said bitterly, this time unable to keep the scorn from his voice.

"I'm asking you," Jen said softly, not wanting to talk about Mike.

Drums turned away, looking sad. "I told you I'm just doing Mal and Jay a favor," he said. "I probably won't even be there." He forced a laugh to lighten the mood and joked, "So it'll be a foursome. They'll all have a place to go."

Jen ignored his joke. She kissed him softly. "Thank you for saying that," she said tenderly. 

"What should I tell Mal and Jay?" Drums asked.

"Tell them I'll think about it," Jen said. Then she left for work.

Allie bopped into Jen's office as soon as she arrived. Jen had never seen her BFF so happy. "Sapphire's a success!" Allie said ecstatically. "Darren's bonuses and partnership vested! We're rich!"

"Oh my god that's so great!" Jen gushed. "They launched Sapphire?"

"Yesterday! Where have you been, Mars? It's on all the news!"

"Oh."

Allie's enthusiasm faded, realizing Jen really hadn't heard. She said hesitantly, "God honey, then you don't know what they're saying about Mike."

Jen ushered Allie out and locked her door. Then she turned on CNN. As she listened to the TV she scanned the news on her computer.

Everyone was saying Sapphire was an unqualified success. But Mike wasn't getting any credit for it. Worse, Mike was being portrayed as an out-of-touch loser, a clueless one hit wonder. 

"Oh my god," Jen said with dismay as she read and listened, her hand going to her mouth. Mike must be so upset, devastated. And she'd spent all day yesterday in bed with Frankie, fucking. She hadn't called Mike once! She'd barely even thought of Mike! 

She scrambled for her iPhone and urgently called him. He didn't answer until the 7th ring. That was a bad sign.

"Hi baby," she said hesitantly. "I heard about Sapphire. I'm sorry I didn't call yesterday."

"Where were you?" Mike asked. She could tell he was really hurt.

"I'm so sorry Mike," she said.

"Where were you?" he asked again. "I called work. Your cell."

"I was ... I was with Frankie," she admitted. She cursed herself! She'd been so distracted with Frankie she didn't check her cell all day! "I'm sorry Mike."

"That's okay," he said. "You're doing what I want." But his voice wasn't one of assurance. She could tell he was hurting really bad. He'd needed his wife yesterday and she'd been with another man.

"I'm flying to London right now," she told him. "I'm catching the next flight."

"You can't," he said. "The Memphis pre-meeting is tomorrow."

He was right. They were meeting with Memphis tomorrow to prep for the final pitch. It was a routine meeting but as project head she had to be there.

"I'll fly out right after that," Jen said.

"No that's okay," Mike said. "It's not your fault Jen. I told you I wanted to experience it right? Don't feel bad. You're doing exactly what I want you to do. It's just a few more days. I'll meet you at Penn State."

"Okay," Jen said reluctantly. She felt really bad. God, why did she take off yesterday? 

Wanting to make the weekend really good for Mike, to help make up for her screw up, she said "When are you getting there? I want you there by Friday."

"What's happening Friday?" he asked. "I thought the party's Saturday."

Jen heard excitement in his voice. "It's a surprise," she teased.

"Come on, tell me," he said. Now Jen heard a smile in his voice. 

"I'm not going to tell you, it's a surprise," she said continuing the tease. "You have to promise me something though."

"Okay, what?" he said. Jen definitely heard a smile in her husband's voice, and even a half laugh. She kept the tease going, wanting to cheer him up.

She said, "You promise I'll still be your goddess" - she paused dramatically - "no matter how slutty I get this weekend?" She paused a moment to give him time to let that sink in. Then she asked sweetly "Do you promise baby?"

"Yeah, I promise," Mike said his voice hoarse with excitement. "Can you give me a hint what's happening?"

"Hmmm, maybe I can give you one little hint," Jen said teasingly. "I'll be seeing Jay and Mal on Friday. Artie too maybe."

"You're hooking up with them?" Mike asked excitedly.

"I'll give you another hint," Jen said. "I don't plan to bring any condoms."

"You're gonna let them fuck you bareback?" Mike gasped. 

"You know that's how I like it," she teased. "It feels sooo much better that way."

"Are you gonna let them cum inside you?" he said barely able to breathe.

"Sorry baby, no more hints," she said with a giggle. "Um, I might bring condoms for you though." She giggled again. 

"God Jen," he gasped. "So what's the plan Saturday?" 

"That's the party," Jen said with a "duh" in her voice. 

"I mean, is it the same as Friday?" Mike asked practically begging for crumbs.

Jen made a snap decision. She hadn't decided until that very moment. It would make her life harder. But Mike really wanted it. And she wanted to make up for yesterday.

"Well, there are 2 things different," Jen said. "Colin will be there." 

"Yeah?" Mike said prompting her. He knew Colin would be there, it was his party!

After another dramatic pause, Jen said "Scott will be there too."

"Oh god," Mike groaned.

"Did you just cum?" Jen giggled. 

"No but I'm about to," Mike said. 

"You remember Vegas, right?" Jen asked teasingly. "Do you want me to treat you like I did there?" she asked. Then she giggled. "Or maybe like I did in Cancun?"

In Vegas she'd mostly ignored him in favor of Scott. In Cancun she'd been really mean (at his request, it was his wish #1). "I'm not sure I can survive another Cancun," he said honestly.

"But you loved it right?" Jen said with a giggle.

He laughed, she was right. "I guess like Cancun then," Mike said. What the hell, it would be the last time they played. "If I say stop, stop, okay?"

"Not if I'm in the middle of something," Jen warned. "You know how I get."

"Okay, I get it," Mike agreed excitedly.

"Then you have to do something," Jen said. "I want you to shave off all your hair below your neck."

"Seriously?" Mike said with a nervous laugh.

"You're supposed to be doing that already, remember mister?" she said with mock sternness. "I think you need punished."

"What are you going to do?" Mike asked with another laugh.

"I think you know," Jen said in a playful threatening tone. "Think about it."

"I'm about to cum," Mike moaned into the phone.

"Cum Mike," she urged. "Think about it and cum!" Mike came moments later.

After Mike calmed down, Jen said "Mike I know you're the reason for Sapphire's success. I know, your mom and dad know, Allie and Darren know, all your friends know. I'm so proud of you baby. Don't listen to what they say on TV, okay?"

As he hung up with his wife Mike was grinning ear-to-ear.

After hanging up with Mike, Jen went to see Allie. "I need a favor," Jen said. "Have you heard about Colin's party this weekend?"

"Are you really going to that?" Allie said disapprovingly.

Jen got frustrated. "Allie I'm really happy you and Darren are getting married," she said. "I know you don't approve of me. But I need your help."

"Okay, okay, what do you need?" Allie said somewhat reluctantly.

"I need you to get Scott to Colin's party," Jen said. Seeing the cloud over Allie's face, she quickly added "I'm doing this for Mike."

"Then why don't YOU ask Scott?" Allie shot back. When Jen didn't answer, she said "Scott will want to get in my pants."

"Bring Darren," Jen said. "Scott won't dare touch you with him there."

"Okay, I'll do it," Allie said reluctantly. She took Jen by the shoulders and looked into her eyes. "It's not that I don't approve of you. That's not it. The games you play are dangerous. I care about you Jen, you're my best friend. I don't want you to get hurt."

"I'll be okay," Jen assured her friend. "I know what I'm doing."

Allie had a skeptical look on her face. "Jen where are your wedding rings?" she asked. "I never see you wearing them anymore." 

When Jen looked alarmed, Allie said "You didn't think people would notice? Jen, everyone's talking about it."

Jen closed her eyes, trying not to panic. She didn't want to tell Allie about their "separation." Just one more week and everything would be back to normal. She said "Mike knows what I'm doing."

Allie shook her head. "You think you're in control, but the games you play are really dangerous," she said. "Be careful honey."



Consequences Pt. 20



After work Jen went to visit Joe at the SoHo loft apartment. Willow met Jen at the door. "Joe tells me you'll fill in with his massage therapy when I'm not here," the gypsy said.

"Um sure, I can do that," Jen said. She'd meant it as a joke with Joe, but she could help out in a pinch.

"Excellent, it's better for Joe's spirit if his therapy is with someone he's close to," Willow said. "Come watch, to learn the techniques."

Jen hesitantly followed Willow into the guest room. Luckily (or intentionally?) Willow had put a folded towel over Joe's eyes so he couldn't see she was there. As Willow massaged Joe, Jen's training from the Penn State class and her job at the St. Regis kicked in. Willow's movements were close to what she already knew, techniques to focus and channel the body's energy and inner spirit in positive ways. Jen knew these techniques were based on Chinese Medicine, Ayurvedic Medicine from India, from healing techniques used by Buddhist monks and nuns from Thailand and Tibet, Mexican Folk Medicine, and Native American Folk Medicine.

Despite her analytic study of Willow's technique, Jen couldn't help noticing Joe's body. He was practically naked after all! (Just a folded towel over his mid-section). Joe had a really nice body. Muscular arms and legs, well defined chest, a washboard abdomen. In the past, more than once she'd seen Joe in a bathing suit, he was thin (like a runner) but not muscular. Where had this hunky physique come from?

"Do you think you can do it?" Willow asked in the living room a little later.

"I think so," Jen said tentatively. She still felt uncomfortable about giving her brother a full body massage.

Willow read her mind. "Joe's holistic treatment depends on positive energy, that's critical," the gypsy said. "You know Joe, you're family, he trusts you."

"I can do it," Jen said just a little less reluctantly.

"Excellent," Willow said. "I'll text you when we need you." Then the gypsy woman left.

Joe came out a little later, wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Jen made him a simple dinner. They laughed and talked, and even smoked a little of the cannabis extract with the e-sig. Soon they were both feeling no pain!

"How are you and Mike?" Joe asked.

"Better," Jen said continuing their story. "I think we're getting back together. I'm meeting him at Penn State this weekend."

"That's great," Joe said. "You've worked out your issues?"

"I think so," Jen said. Feeling high from the pot, she got into a self-reflective mood. "Mike's complicated. And I guess I'm kinda insecure sometimes."

"You're insecure?" Joe asked shocked. How could someone as beautiful and bubbly as Jen be insecure?

Jen giggled. "Can I have some more of that?" she asked reaching for the e-sig. If they were going to talk about this she needed another hit!

"I know this'll sound terrible," Jen began, feeling relaxed and less inhibited by the weed. "I like being hot. I like being desirable. I'm afraid I won't always be that way. And I worry what Mike will think of me when I'm not pretty anymore."

"Jesus Jen, what are you, 27?" Joe said. "You've got a long time before you have to worry about that. Anyway, you'll probably always be hot."

"Everyone gets old," Jen said gloomily. "I'll have babies. It happens to every girl. I'm afraid of that day, when I'm not pretty anymore. When men don't look at me." Looking embarrassed she said "I know that sounds so petty."

Joe shook his head. How could a girl as beautiful as Jen worry about this? She'd always be superhot. "You don't talk to Mike about this?" he asked.

"No, not this," Jen said looking off into the distance. It was hard to talk to Mike about some things.

"Well, thanks for sharing with me," Joe said flattered. "Don't worry, I won't mention this to Mike."

"Thanks," Jen said, and they smiled at each other, two people sharing in a secret.

Mike went into an internet café at the Heathrow airport, just before boarding his plane to State College (via New Jersey). He rented a computer for 10 minutes and hacked into Sapphire. He navigated to the "Liberty" routines, the ones the government installed to spy on people who invested using the new Sapphire (including innocent Americans). The government still had not activated Liberty. Mike knew it was a matter of time. He decided that would be the last time he'd hack into Sapphire.

At the CATF in Northern Virginia, Colonel Banks studied the report of Mike's most recent hack in. Once again, all he did was look.

"Your orders Colonel?" Trent said, Colonel Bank's Chief of Staff.

"Activate Liberty," Colonel Banks ordered, glaring into the report. "And continue 24/7 watch on Andrews." He was going to nail that mother fucker!

It was Thursday night, Jen and Drums's last evening together. They had a quiet dinner at the Bronx apartment (Drums made dinner!). After dinner they held each other on the sofa. Their mood was melancholy.

"You're really amazing," Drums said stroking Jen's long blonde hair.

"You are too mister," Jen said hugging him tighter. 

"I hope I've been a good boyfriend," he joked, melancholy in his eyes.

"You have Frankie," she assured him, looking into his eyes as she stroked his chest.

"I really wish we'd dated in college," Drums said kissing the top of her head. "Jen I think I -."

"Don't go there Frankie okay?" Jen said gently putting her finger on his lips. "It's been really special with you. But now I have to go back to my life."

They made love later that night. And it was making love, gentle and heartfelt with a lot of touching, kissing and emotion. 

They flew together to Penn State. They held hands all during the flight.

Mike met them at the airport. He'd arrived the day before and mostly rested and slept to get over jet lag. 

Mike and Drums shook hands, both of them looking wary. Their relationship had definitely changed.

Mike turned to give Jen a big hug and kiss but she stepped away. "I'm still Frankie's girlfriend until tomorrow," she said smiling teasingly at him. "Can you carry my bag though?"

Mike followed Jen and Drums out of the airport, rolling Jen's bag behind him. His head spun with cuckold lust as he watched them. Jen's arm was in Drums' and she leaned affectionately into him. They looked so familiar with each other, like a loving couple. Mike's cock was ready to burst and the weekend hadn't even started.

They got 2 separate rooms in a hotel outside State College (they were staying outside because Jen and Mike didn't want to run into people they knew). In the elevator Jen and Drums got off on the 4th floor. "See you later Mike," Jen said as she and Drums walked to their room, holding hands.

Mike continued to the 7th floor. Inside his room he felt a wave of depression wash over him. It felt overwhelming, the jealousy, angst, loneliness. He was rock hard and lustful, true. But he so missed Jen! For weeks their only contact had been phone calls, and brief ones. When was the last time they had sex? When was the last time they hugged and held hands like a couple? Weeks!

Mike had known this was what he'd be in for, and he wanted this, when he came up with the idea of Jen dating Drums exclusively, living with him. When he was away from Jen - in London while she was in New York - he could handle it better. But to be at the same place, to be standing next to each other in the airport after being apart so long, and to only get a brief "friends" hug was too much! And now he had to spend the entire weekend watching while other men fucked her! It was too much, he wouldn't be able to handle it!

Inside their room, Drums pulled Jen to him and kissed her. Their kissing turned passionate and Drums began fondling Jen's body. 

She pulled away when he started to undress her. "No Frankie," she said. She giggled. "I've got a big night ahead of me."

"Let's get started now," he said grinning at her. "I know you, if we fuck now it'll get you more horny for later."

"Yeah well ..." Jen said with a laugh. Frankie was right, the more sex she got the more she wanted, she was like a nympho. But when he reached for her she pulled away again.

"No Frankie, last night was our last time," she said.

"Oh," he said suddenly sad, the finality hitting him.

Jen gently brushed her hand across his cheek. She hugged him and said "You're a really great guy Frankie. You're going to make a lucky girl really happy someday."

Jen left Drums and took the elevator to the 7th floor. She rolled her suitcase to Mike's room.

She knocked and Mike opened the door. "Hi," she said.

"Hi" Mike said. 

Seeing her was like the clouds parting and seeing the sun for the first time. He urgently reached for her and she melted into him. Mike hugged Jen tight, not wanting to let her go ever again. All was right in the world again!

They got into bed and snuggled and kissed a long time. It wasn't sexual, it was love. They both needed to reconnect.

"Can I have my rings?" Jen said.

Mike immediately took them out of his pocket. Jen held out her left hand and Mike slipped on her wedding and engagement rings. Then he slid the Sophia ring back on her right hand. 

"I'm never taking them off again," she said. It was a promise to Mike, but also she had no desire to take them off again.

They held each other for a long time. Eventually Mike asked "So you liked being Drums's girlfriend?"

"Um ... it didn't suck," she joked. They laughed.

"Tell me," Mike grinned.

Now that Mike had gotten his "Jen Fix," Jen could tell he wanted to play. But they had the rest of their lives for pillow talk about her time with Frankie. And they still had tonight and tomorrow to play.

"I'll tell you later," Jen promised. "First I want this." She squeezed Mike's cock. She wanted her husband inside her! She reached for a condom.

Mike put his hand over Jen's. "I want you too," he said. "You wouldn't believe how much I want you!" he added with a lustful grin. "But maybe I shouldn't be inside you this weekend."

Jen looked shocked. Mike didn't want to make love? 

But then she got it. If she got pregnant this weekend, they'd want to know who the father was.

"I guess you're right," Jen said. "I guess I should only be with Scott this weekend."

Mike gasped, his heart suddenly pounding. "You're going to fuck him, let him cum inside you?" he said excitedly. "Maybe get you pregnant?"

"That's what you want, right?" Jen asked with a teasing smile.

"Yeah," Mike said although hesitantly. Truthfully he was torn by it. "You want it too?"

"The fantasy turns me on," Jen admitted. "I'm not sure how Scott will treat you after."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what a jerk he can be," Jen said.

"Yeah ..." Mike said. He thought about how Scott would treat him if Jen was pregnant with his baby, especially if he had urged Jen to let Scott impregnate her. The prospect both worried him and got him lightheaded with lust.

Jen opened her suitcase and took something out. It was a pink strapless bustier. 

Scott's bustier.

"I brought it in case we decided to do it," she said. "You remember it, right?"

"Yeah ..." Mike said staring at the bustier. If Jen wore that tomorrow Scott would know she was his. At least for tomorrow night. And after that? Mike was torn between lust and good sense. "You're gonna let him cum inside you?"

"I guess so," Jen said. "I'm just in the first week of my cycle so I'm probably safe."

"So you'll let Scott cum inside you but you really don't want to get pregnant?" Mike asked.

Jen laughed and rolled her eyes. "God Mike I don't know what you want me to say!"

"I want you to tell me you want it too," Mike said. "It's not just me."

"I don't know Mike," Jen said. "You know how much I like Scott, how we're buds. I think a lot of him. He's a freaking marketing genius!"

"He doesn't seem so impressive to me," Mike said bothered by her unabashed praise of his rival.

"Like you would know," Jen said a dismissive laugh. She kissed the top of Mike's head to take the sting out of her words. "I'm sorry baby. You're not in marketing, you don't know how amazing Scott is."

"I thought you were over him," Mike said getting worried. Where was all this coming from? She barely talked about Scott nowadays. Now she was talking like she thought about him all the time.

"That's what I'm saying Mike," Jen said. "I've ignored all these feelings for Scott. But they're still there. If we hook up tomorrow ... god, if he gets me pregnant ... I'm not sure what will happen."

"Oh ..." Mike said. "I guess I didn't realize you still had feelings for Scott."

"I don't love him the way I love you," Jen assured him. She wrapped her arms around Mike and hugged him.

"You love him?" Mike said even more alarmed.

"I didn't say that," Jen said. She lightly rubbed the bustier against Mike's cheek. He felt the silkiness of the material and the hard ribbing underneath. "Do you want me to wear this for Scott tomorrow?"

Mike wasn't able to respond. He was too overwhelmed and conflicted with lust, jealousy and insecurity.

"I wish my breast were bigger, this would look better on me," Jen mused. Then she giggled and added "I guess if Scott gets me pregnant my breasts WILL get bigger, at least for a little while. But then I wouldn't be able to wear this because it's so tight and my stomach will get big." She shrugged. "Maybe I should get a boob job. What do you think Mike?"

"Jen ..." Mike croaked out, his throat hoarse from lust. He managed to say "Your breasts are perfect."

"How would you know, you haven't seen them for a while," Jen said laughing cheerily. She eyed him teasingly. "Do you want to see them?" She began unbuttoning her blouse. Mike saw her lacy white bra, the swell of her small breasts above the cups.

"Only Frankie's seen them, only he's touched them," Jen said as she slowly peeled off her blouse. "Only he's been inside me. What do you think about that Mike?"

"God Jen ..." Mike moaned.

Jen reached down and stroked Mike's cock over his pants. "You want me to wear the bustier for Scott, don't you?" she whispered hotly as she stroked him. "Admit it Mike. You want me to let him fuck me and cum inside me. You want him to get me pregnant."

"OH GOD!" Mike yelled his body jerking as he came in his pants.

Mike cleaned himself up. Then he watched Jen put the pink bustier back in her suitcase. "Let's worry about it tomorrow, okay?" she said. She got into bed with Mike and they snuggled. She hugged him tightly and they snuggled for a long time, just holding each other.

"I guess I better get ready," Jen said as it started getting dark outside.

"Yeah ..." Mike said still holding his wife.

Jen heard the hesitation in Mike's voice. "Don't you want me to see Mal and Jay?"

"I want you to," Mike assured her. He grinned. "One last crazy weekend, right?"

"Yeah," Jen agreed smiling back. She added "I'll make them use condoms."

"Okay," Mike said. He felt torn about the weekend. Not just with Scott, but Mal and Jay too. Now that he had her back, part of him wanted to scoop her into his arms and take her home, to keep her all to himself. But his cuckold lusts and fantasies were too strong.

"You're crazy, you know that?" Jen said looking at him, a twinkle in her eyes. She rubbed his crotch. He was hard again. 

She unzipped his pants and took out his cock. She looked at it. She hadn't seen his penis since their "separation."

"I must look really small to you," he said. There was excitement in his voice. He added "It's okay to tell me, I want you to."

"You do huh?" Jen said playfully. "You do look small," she told him honestly, looking at his penis. "You feel small too," she said stroking him, knowing he wanted the unvarnished truth. She'd gotten used to Frankie's manhood, so long and sooo thick. She couldn't help thinking her husband's thin, not quite 5 inch penis was small. Every girl would make that same comparison.

"Are you sure you'll be happy with this for the rest of your life?" Mike said breathing hard as Jen slowly stroked him, looking intently at his cock, studying it.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said. "This is still my favorite one." She lowered her head and took her husband into her mouth.

In truth she WAS kinda concerned about it. She was a size queen, big cocks turned her on and they felt sooo good. And she loved sex.

But people have to grow up. She and Mike had to move on from their game. Allie was right, it was too dangerous. 

Mike was a considerate lover, and he ate her out better than anyone. He'd do that 10 times a day if she asked him to. And there were sex toys they could play with. Anyway, there was more to love than mind-blowing sex.

It didn't take Mike long to cum. Afterwards they both undressed completely and got back into bed. They snuggled together skin to skin. It felt so good! They needed this to reconnect. 

"Was it everything you wanted?" Jen asked as they held each other, referring to their "separation."

"I guess," Mike said sounding uncertain. "I never want to do it again. The times you acted like we were really separated ... I wanted you to do that ... but it was really hard. I missed you a lot. I was busy with the Ring so that helped."

"I really missed you too," she said pulling his arm tighter around her. 

"It was easier for you though, right? Because you were with someone else, you weren't alone," Mike said.

"Yeah, I guess," Jen said. Mike was right. She and Frankie were always doing things. They had things in common. The sex was great. She'd been infatuated with him. Sometimes - often - she didn't even think about Mike.

Reading her mind, Mike asked "Do you still have a crush on him?"

Jen searched her feelings. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't care about him. We got close. We shared things. I guess I see him as a really good friend. I miss him." She looked at Mike. "Does this make you upset?"

"Yeah," Mike said with a sad smile. "But what else could I expect, right? Don't feel guilty, it's not your fault. This was all my idea."

"But I went along with it," Jen said knowing it wasn't all on Mike. "That's part of why I want to stop playing the game. I don't think I could ever love another man. But what if with the next man, or the man after him, I do kinda fall in love. I'm not saying I'd love him like I love you. But you see how that would complicate things?"

"You said you loved Scott," Mike pointed out.

"Not really," Jen said. 

Mike waited for Jen to say more, to reassure him she didn't love Scott. When she didn't say more, he said "I could never share your heart with another man. That would tear me apart."

"You don't have to worry about Frankie," Jen assured him, kissing him on the lips. "There are things about him I don't like. I don't like his politics, he's really conservative. He's fun, but he's really basic. It's not just that though. He isn't you. I care about him like a good friend, but I'm not in love with him."

"What about Scott?" Mike asked.

Jen put a finger to Mike's lips. "Let's not talk about him okay?" she said. It was getting late. She kissed Mike. "I better get ready." 

Jen got into the shower. A few moments later Mike joined her. They hugged and then Jen looked him up and down. "Good boy," Jen said with a teasing smile, seeing him completely hairless. She smiled inside realizing her comment was accurate, as his small hairless cock looked like a little boy's.

Mike looked embarrassed under his wife's gaze. He knew he didn't have a ripped body or impressive manhood like Drums. To make him feel better, Jen kissed him and then used her hands to lather his body with soap. He soon had a hard-on. Jen got on her knees and went down on him. Again he didn't last long.

After catching his breath, Mike turned off the shower spray and turned on the bathtub faucet, turning their shower into a bath. Mike sat down and turned Jen so her back was to him. He pulled her towards him so she sat between his open legs, reclining against his chest. Then as the tub filled he rubbed shampoo into her long lush blonde hair. Jen closed her eyes as Mike massaged her scalp. She loved when Mike did this! He'd washed her hair countless times over the years, and she never got tired of it. The relaxing pleasure was almost as good as an orgasm!




Consequences Pt. 20



"Close your eyes," Mike said, although he didn't need to say that as Jen's eyes were already closed. The bath had a spray nozzle and Mike used it to carefully rinse the soap from Jen's hair. He repeated the process with conditioner.

Then he pushed her long wet hair to one side and leaned down and kissed her neck. He kissed from her shoulder up her neck to her ear. Jen still had her eyes closed and Mike was seriously turning her on. Mike didn't have the best technique - he wasn't the best lover - but after years he knew her body really well, knew where and how to touch her. 

As Mike nuzzled her ultrasensitive neck and ear, he reached around her and cupped her small breasts, gently massaging them and rubbing her nipples. Mike's caresses were gentle and loving. He was always that way with her, treating her like his Goddess. While she got intense sexual pleasure from Frankie's (and other men's) rough treatment of her body, she loved Mike's gentle and caring caresses.

Mike moved Jen to sit on the back seat of the tub, facing him. He was gratified to see she had her cum face on. He put his hands on her knees and gently pushed her legs apart.

Jen opened her legs only reluctantly. She was worried what Mike would think seeing her pussy. He always complimented her about how her pussy looked so pretty and sweet, like a teenager's. But after almost 2 months with Frankie, she knew her pussy didn't look the same way.

Mike used the spray nozzle to wash the soapy water from Jen's skin. He looked at her pussy. Normally her pussy was two short, thin lips pressed tightly together, with a small fold above covering her clit. The lips were usually just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. 

Her pussy looked different now. The lips were puffy and darker. Worse, her once tight seamless slit now gaped apart. Not a lot, but the gap was clearly noticeable. 

Clearly getting fucked by Drums had changed her. He'd had her for 9 weeks. During that time he had constant access to her body, and he'd taken advantage of it, fucking her constantly. 

9 weeks. 63 days. How many times had his long thick cock been inside her? 100 times? At least 100 times. 

His long, super thick cock inside her, penetrating her, stretching her out, molding her pussy to fit HIS cock, instead of Mike's.

Mike felt heady with lust. He was already hard again.

"Do you still think it's pretty?" Jen asked hesitantly.

"It's the most beautiful pussy in the world!" Mike gushed without any hesitation. He leaned in and ate her out. Soon Jen was writhing under his mouth and clutching at the ceramic of the tub. She screamed when she came.

"God I've so missed that!" she panted as Mike snuggled her into his arms.

They finished their bath and got dressed, getting ready for their evening with the Ramones. It took Mike only minutes to get dressed. Of course Jen took a lot longer, she was still blow drying her hair when Mike was lacing up his shoes.

"Hey you," Jen said playfully digging her toe into Mike's calf. "Can you run and get condoms? I only brought your size."

"Oh, okay," Mike said, his heart beat quickening. 

"Remember, extra large," Jen said. Mike knew that of course, she said that just to tease him. She added "Mal is probably your size, but Jay and Artie ..."

"I get it," Mike said, his throat dry.

"Hurry Mike, we're already late," she said. She turned away from him and turned the hair dryer back on.

Mike rushed to the closest drug store. Inside he bought 2 boxes of XL Magnum condoms. The cashier - a young pretty girl who was probably an undergrad at Penn State - gave him a quick impressed smile. Mike blushed, knowing the condoms were for other men, not him. These super large condoms would drape over his small cock.

When Mike got back Jen was sliding on her stockings. Otherwise she was still nude, although her hair and makeup were done (she looked gorgeous!). After sliding up the thigh highs Jen stepped into high heels. Mike loved it when Jen put on her legware and high heels before putting the rest of her clothes on!

"No bra or panties?" Mike joked.

"Can't," Jen said. Then she wiggled into her skirt. It was muted red and made of stretchy material, like Lycra. The muted red went perfectly with the black stockings. 

Jen did a sweet pirouette. "See, the skirt's so tight even a thong would show, I already tried it," she said matter-of-factly. 

"Yeah ..." Mike said his throat dry. She looked so hot in that skirt! It looked airbrushed on her sexy tight ass and it showed a lot of her incredible long legs!

As if to torture Mike (since she could do it herself), Jen turned around and said "Zip me?"

Mike's hands shook as he found the zipper. With the zipper down it was so clear she was pantyless. He zipped her up and then he put his arms around her, his hands on her sexy flat stomach. "Jen ..." he moaned kissing her back. One hand stayed on her tight stomach while his other cupped her breasts. God he wanted her so bad!

"Stop," Jen said giggling, wiggling from his grasp. She teasingly pressed the pointy toe of her high heel into his calf. "You got me hot eating me out, now I really need a big cock." She giggled and added "Or 2 big ones and a little one," referring to Jay, Artie and Mal.

"What about Drums?" Mike asked.

"I don't think he'll be there," Jen said suddenly melancholy. Mike saw the cloud pass over her face. It bothered him. Clearly there were still feelings there. Lingering feelings for Drums, for Scott? He decided not to press it now.

Jen wiggled into her top. It was sleeveless and the same muted red. More precisely, it was muted red in the front. The back was sheer black silk, and it clearly showed she wasn't wearing a bra. The front was Lycra too and her nipples were clearly outlined.

"You're gorgeous honey!" Mike gushed. He couldn't believe he was married to such a beautiful, sexy girl! Even after being with her for years he never tired of looking at her!

"Thanks," Jen said beaming at him. Mike was sitting down. Jen moved closer and pressed her flat tummy against his knees. "Are you sure you're ready for this? Three guys gang banging your sweet wife?"

"Yes!" Mike said excitedly.

Jen giggled. Mike was so predictable! 

"I might ask you to leave," she warned him gently. "I'm not sure I can handle you watching me act super slutty."

"Oh ..." Mike said disappointed. "Baby I would never think you were a slut, no matter what you did."

"I know, it would just be too embarrassing for me," she said. "I'll tell you all about it," she promised.

"Okay ..." Mike agreed, disappointed.

They took the elevator to Mal's suite. They were all staying in the same hotel. Jen and Mike didn't want to venture out of the hotel and risk running into people they knew at Penn State.

Mike was nervous, as up to that point Mal, Jay and Artie knew him as a sponsor of the Ramones, not Jen's husband. But the 3 guys were all cool about this subterfuge, shaking Mike's hand and laughing good naturedly. At Jen's request, Drums had already filled in the guys. Mike was shy and she didn't want the guys giving him a hard time about the ruse. The guys went out of their way to make Mike feel comfortable, not wanting to upset the "husband" and get between them and Jen's sweet pussy.

Drinks were served and joints were lit. Jen had made a point to stock Mal's bar with Highland Park scotch. She poured two fingers over a single ice cube and brought the glass to Mike. In her other hand she held a joint.

"Here you go baby," Jen said putting the joint between her husband's lips. Mike inhaled deeply but then coughed it out, not being as experienced as others (including his wife). Some of the guys chuckled at Mike's clumsiness.

Jen tenderly kissed Mike's forehead. "Remember, don't breath so much in, just hold it in your lungs" she said softly. Mike did as Jen said and this time he didn't cough. Jen gave Mike 2 more hits. After the last one he was feeling high.

"Here you go," Jen said giving him the tumbler of Highland Park. She led him to a chair with a good view of the entire view. "Are you sure?" Jen said. "Last chance. Once I start ... you know."

"Yeah, I want to do it," Mike said his voice hoarse from excitement, his head spinning from the weed. "You want to, right?"

"Oh yes!" Jen said enthusiastically glancing excitedly at the 3 guys. She kissed Mike. "Remember, I'm just playing." She kissed him again.

Then Jen joined Mal, Jay and Artie. "So who's first?" she said with a nervous giggle. Jay and Artie approached her. 

"Are you sure your wives don't mind?" Jen said with a giggle as Jay pressed against her back while Artie pressed against her front, making a Jen sandwich.

"They're probably fucking some groupies," Jay joked, running his hands from her flat belly to her braless breasts.

"Guys or girls?" Jen joked back with another giggle.

"Probably both," Artie said kissing up her neck. Jen rolled her head back as the two men began working on her.

Artie moved his lips from Jen's neck to her mouth. They kissed and traded tongue. He moved his hands to her breasts, cupping and kneading her. 

Jay kissed the back of Jen's neck and moved his hands to her slim (yet shapely) tight ass.

Artie and Jay were like a synchronized team. Jay pulled up Jen's skirt. Artie moved his hands to her pantyless pussy.

Mal walked over to Mike. "Your wife's amazing," Mal said shaking Mike's hand but not taking his eyes off the action.

"Thanks," Mike said, also not taking his eyes off Jen with Jay and Artie.

"We're gonna show her a good time," Mal promised. "She's gonna love it."

"I think she already loves it," Mike joked, watching Jen writhe under Jay's and Artie's mouths and hands. They both laughed.

"I've been with a lot of girls," Mal said. "Jen's the best looking, by far."

"Thanks," Mike said.

"I'm just saying, I hope this isn't a one-time thing," Mal said. "I'd love to get together with Jen again, make it regular even."

"Okay," Mike said hesitantly. "We'll see."

Mal smiled and gave Mike a fist bump. Then he moved to the action.

Jay and Artie shifted a little to make room for their friend. Jen turned her head and Mal kissed her. Now she had all 3 guys kissing her, exploring her body.

***********

It was too much to watch, I could barely breathe. My wife in the middle of 3 guys, their lips and hands all over her. The guys pulled off her top and skirt, leaving her in just stockings and high heels. Artie caressed her breasts and sucked her nipples while Jay was on his knees his face pressed between her ass cheeks, licking from her sandbar to her puckered asshole. Mal was kissing Jen with one hand behind her neck and the other fingering her pussy.

I watched this as I sat in the chair, sipping the scotch Jen had given me. I wanted to take out my cock to stroke myself, but I didn't want the guys to see I was shaven.

The 3 guys were like hungry animals, with Jen the dinner. They were all over her, kissing and pawing at her. It was so incredibly hot, but disturbing too. I didn't like the way they were so aggressive with her, treating her like a piece of meat.

The guys hurriedly took off their clothes. They were all athletic looking, lean and muscular. Jay and Artie were well endowed (although not as big as Drums). 

Jen had said Mal was small, but I was still surprised when I saw he wasn't any bigger than me. But from what Jen said, Mal was the most in demand Ramone among the girls. For some reason that bothered me. Clearly he was a good looking guy, like a rough looking Ben Afflect, and he had a well-defined chest and muscular arms and legs. Still, I always attributed "great lover" with "big cock." That didn't fit Mal.

Jen smiled nervously at the 3 men. Now they were all naked and their cocks were hard and pointing at her. It was almost a funny sight. But so erotically charged. 

They descended on her again, their lips and hands roaming all over her naked body. It was an amazing sight as I watched their rock hard cocks press into her soft flesh as they kissed and fondled her.

I was so hard! My heart was pounding in my chest. Surprisingly though, the sight disturbed me. This confused me. Jen was making one of my biggest fantasies come true, her getting gang banged by a bunch of guys. But now that it was happening, it bothered me seeing it. 

I didn't like seeing my sweet pretty wife surrounded by 3 naked guys. I'd seen her with 2 guys, Jamie and his brother. But then those guys hadn't taken her at the same time, and they'd treated her really nice, especially Jamie's brother. Here, Artie, Mal and Jay were all attacking Jen, pawing at her. I didn't like the way they were treating her like a piece of meat.

But what could I do? I couldn't stop it. I'd practically begged Jen for years to do something like this. I couldn't stop it now. Especially since it didn't look like she wanted it to stop. She was enjoying it despite the way they were treating her like nothing more than a sex toy (or maybe because of it). 

The 3 guys moved her towards the bed, guiding her onto her back. "Wait," she said gasping, breaking from their grasp. She pushed the 3 guys so they sat on the edge of the bed, side by side, their muscular thighs touching and their hard cocks standing straight up into the air.

She got onto her knees in front of Mal (he was sitting between Jay and Artie). Her eyes were glazed over with lust. Jen moved her long blonde hair to one side, then she lowered her face onto Mal's lap, taking him into her mouth.

Jen easily swallowed all of him. Mal moaned and rolled his head back as he felt Jen's hot mouth and soft tongue on his cock. As Jen went down on Mal she reached for Jay and Artie, stroking them with her soft hands.

The image of Jen on her knees before 3 men, one man in her mouth, the other men in her hands, that image would be burned into my head for the rest of my life. 

Jen moved from Mal to Jay. As she sucked Jay she stroked Mal, but Artie was too far away to reach. Through some kind of silent communication, the 3 guys stood up. Jen was still on her knees, her lips around Jay's cock, but now she could stroke both Mal and Artie. 

After a few minutes Jen moved to Artie. She swallowed him and sucked him. As she did she stroked Mal and Jay with her hands. This was so hot! It was like watching an x-rated movie! With my wife the porn star!

After a few minutes Jen went off Artie's cock, moving back towards Mal. But Mal wanted her pussy now. He grabbed her arms and pulled her up towards the bed. 

But Jen pulled back. She looked over at me. "I want my husband to see you cum all over my face," she said through lust glazed eyes. 

The three guys looked at me, grinning. Clearly they thought that was a good idea. Jen went back down on Mal, stroking Artie and Jay. Getting into it, Mal gripped Jen's head and pumped in and out, fucking her face. He was small, so Jen was able to handle him, still stroking Artie and Jay as Mal fucked her face.

But when Jen moved to Artie it was different. He was a big guy, so Jen gagged as Artie pushed his cock deep down her throat, his fingers laced in her lush blonde hair to hold her head still. Artie roughly fucked her face, his pre-cum and her saliva dribbling down her chin and neck. With such rough treatment, Jen had to concentrate on not gagging, so she stopped stroking Jay and Mal, instead holding onto Artie's muscular legs for balance.

Jay treated Jen to the same rough treatment when it was his turn. He gripped Jen's head as he roughly fucked her face, banging her even hard and faster than Artie. Jen's hands flailed around as Jay abused her mouth and throat. At one point Jay pushed balls deep into Jen's mouth and down her throat, and stayed that way for long seconds. Jen gagged and her nostrils flared, and it looked like she couldn't breathe.

"Not so rough!" I yelled.

The action froze, like hitting "pause" on a DVD machine. Everyone looked at me. 

Jen pulled away from Jay's cock. She frowned at me and said tersely "It's okay Mike. Just sit there okay?" Then without another word to me she swallowed Jay back into her mouth.

All 3 guys smirked at me. Her rebuke felt like a physical blow. Like a harsh slap across my face. I felt emasculated. I was too stunned to move.

Jay was fucking Jen's face hard again, holding her head tight with his hands as he slammed her face hard and fast. As he did Artie and Mal stroked their cocks furiously. They were standing so close their cockheads brushed against Jen's cheeks.

Jen finally stopped Jay's pounding with a hand on his chest. She took him out of her mouth and stood up, wiping her lips and chin with her hand. She gripped Mal's muscular arm for support as she was shaky in her high heels.

She walked over to me. I thought she was going to apologize for being so dismissive earlier. Instead she took my hands and pulled me so I stood up. Then she unbuttoned my shirt.

I was still raw from her rebuke moments ago. "Stop," I whispered to her as she pushed my shirt off and worked on my belt.

But she didn't stop. She got on her knees and pulled down my pants. Then she took off my shoes and socks. 

Now I was naked in front of the other guys. I saw them looking me up and down, grinning at my completely hairless body. I could tell they were holding back laughter. My cheeks reddened in embarrassment.

Jen noticed their bottled-up laughter. "Oh leave Mike alone, I like him this way," she said patting my chest the way a mother would pat a small boy. Her patronizing defense humiliated me more.

She got down on her knees in front of me. "Look at me," she said to me. She smiled at me encouragingly. "You know I'm just playing, right?" she whispered.

I didn't answer. I was so humiliated, I didn't know anything right then.

She took me into her mouth and sucked me for a few moments. But I was so upset and humiliated I went soft and couldn't get hard. My penis looked like a withered nub, even Mal's cock was huge compared to mine. The 3 guys grinned again. I felt worse, not able to get hard even in Jen's hot mouth.

Jen stood up. "They're assholes, ignore them," she whispered to me, but she looked back at the guys with a half-smile and a twinkle in her eyes. I didn't know what was going on, and the weed and scotch weren't helping.

"Come on," she said and led me over to them. She got back on her knees. Now I was with the other guys, the 4 of us forming a tight circle around Jen. They were all rock hard, while I was still soft.

Jen looked up at Jay. "Where were we?" she asked smiling up at him.

Jay rubbed his big rock hard cock across her face. As he did he looked at me and grinned, his eyes moving from my face to my soft penis. Jen's eyes followed Jay's. His message was clear, I was tiny compared to him, I was barely a man, and my wife saw the entire demonstration.

Jen smiled, a twinkle in her eye. She opened her mouth when he pressed his cock against her lips. He pushed his cock down her throat. Like before he put his hands behind her head and fucked her face hard. After Jay she gave Artie a turn to abuse her mouth and face. 

Then she turned to Mal. She moved to take him into her mouth but he stopped her. "Time to fuck," he said pulling her up.

"No," Jen staying on her knees. "I told you, I want Mike to watch you cum on my face." She ran her finger tip over my soft cock. She smiled at me and said sweetly, "That'll get you hard, right honey?"

Jen took my hand and pulled me to my knees. "You'll see better this way baby," she told me. I was on my knees next to Jen, the 3 guys surrounding us. I felt in a haze, just going with it. I felt incredibly self-conscious with my nude out-of-shape body, compared to these "real men" with their web-defined chests, washboard abs, and muscular arms and legs. 

Jen opened her mouth and swallowed Mal's cock. He fucked her face hard. After about a minute she took him out of her mouth. Her lips, chin and neck were covered in his pre-cum and her saliva. Still holding his hard shaft with one hand, she wrapped her arm around my neck and kissed me. 




Consequences Pt. 20



It was a sloppy kiss. I kissed her back, my cock finally getting hard again.

We were trading tongue when I felt something soft yet hard press against my cheek. I pulled away and realized it was Mal's cock! Jen had pulled him so close his cock head pressed against my cheek.

"Go down on him Mike," Jen said to me, her eyes wide and smiling excitedly. She kissed me again. A moment later I felt Mal's cockhead pressing against the side of our lips as we kissed.

Jen moved her lips to my ear. "I want you to," she whispered huskily. She laced her fingers into my hair. She pushed my head forward towards Mal. 

I felt Mal's cockhead pressing against my lips. "Suck me off Mike," Mal said, looking down at me and grinning.

"Open your mouth baby," Jen urged me. She reached down and stroked my cock. I was rock hard. Then I felt her other hand on my ass. She lightly scrapped her fingernail across my sandbar and asshole. 

Jen didn't often touch me there. I gasped at the sudden pleasure. As my lips opened, Mal pushed his cock into my mouth.

My mouth. Mal's cock was in my mouth.

I looked up at Mal. He was grinning at me, a triumphant smirk on his movie star face.

I tried to pull away but Jen was holding the back of my head again. She pushed my head forward, towards Mal. And I felt Mal thrust into me. 

He was fucking my mouth.

I felt Mal's powerful hands clamp like a vise behind my head, replacing Jen's. He took long slow strokes, pushing balls deep down into my mouth and down my throat. I struggled and pushed against him but his muscular thighs felt like hard granite. Mal moaned, "Yeah Mike, feels good, caress my legs as I fuck your mouth."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jen urgently fingering herself as she watched Mal fuck my face. As she watched Mal rob me of my manhood.

Jen moved her lips close to mine. She licked Mal's cock as he fucked my face. With one hand she stroked my rock hard cock, with the other she fingered herself.

"I'm getting close," Mal groaned.

"Cum on his face," Jen urged Mal. I frantically tried to pull away but Mal held me tight. "Please do this for me," Jen said urgently to me, her voice lust-filled and pleading. I glanced over. I'd never seen her so turned on.

That took the fight out of me. I was drunk and stoned, confused, dizzy, not sure what was happening. I let it happen, I let Mal fuck my face, let him ram his cock down my throat. Jen continued licking his shaft and balls, stroking me, fingering herself. 

I felt Mal's cock twitch in my mouth. It was a warning, but I couldn't do anything about it. In one motion he pulled out and cum erupted from his cock, splattering my face. 

Then two things happened. Jen's body convulsed as she orgasmed. And my body spasmed and jerked as I came too.

Mal had barely stopped cumming when Jen's lips and tongue were all over my face. She licked my face clean of Mal's cum.

I staggered to my feet. What had just happened? I'd blown another man. What had I become? What did Jen think of me?

I hurriedly put my clothes back on. Jen hurried to me and wiped my face with a towel.

I grabbed the towel and angrily threw it aside. I was furious, hurt and confused. "I'm leaving!" I told her. "Are you staying or coming with me?"

Jen looked back at the guys. Artie and Jay were still rock hard, and Mal was already getting hard again. "I can't leave them like this," she said.

I gave her a WTF look! "You're picking them over me?!" I said incredulously.

"You wanted this," Jen told me. 

"Not that!" I protested, referring to what had just happened.

"This isn't all about you Mike," she said, squeezing my hand to take the sting out of her words. "Sometimes YOU have to make MY fantasies come true."

"I can't believe you just did that to me," I said still confused.

She leaned in and melted into me. "One last crazy weekend, remember?" she said hugging me. "Don't be upset honey. You know I've always wanted to do that."

"Jen ..." I said confused and hurt.

She rubbed my chest. "Maybe you should go. I'll meet you back in our room."

"You're picking them over me?" I said. I knew I sounded like a pathetic wimp and hated myself for it.

"I'm not picking them over you," she assured me. She looked back at the 3 guys. They were all rock hard and eyeing her hungrily. "I just need to take care of them." 

"Jen ..." I said helplessly.

She took my arm and moved me to the door. "I knew this would be too much for you," she said. "I'll meet you back in the room. You brought the condoms right?" 

Feeling numb, I reached into my pocket and pulled out the condoms.

"Thanks honey," she said taking them from me. She opened the door, being careful to stay behind it so people in the hall couldn't see her naked body. "I'll see you later okay?" Then she closed the door in my face.

I stood there dumbly for long moments, feeling stunned and confused. Through the door I heard laughter. Were they laughing at me? Was Jen laughing at me?

Of course they were laughing at me. I was shaved bare. I had a small penis like a young boy. I'd sucked Mal off. He'd cum all over my face. And I'd cum. I'd cum sucking another man off.

I was a pathetic joke. Of course Jen was laughing at me. How could she have any respect for me? She was in there with REAL men. I was barely a man. I didn't know who I was any more.

I finally stumbled away from the door. I walked down the hallway, not knowing where I was going. I was a swirl of emotions. Lust, heartache, jealously, loneliness, confusion. I loathed myself. If there was a bridge I would have jumped off.

I didn't know what to do, where to go. My whole life was in that room. I'd left her there with 3 other men. And she was laughing at me. She was breaking my heart.

I ran into something. Something big and black. It was like running into a brick wall. It took me a moment to recognize what it was. Who it was.

"Darren," I said finally recognizing the black man. "What the hell are you doing here?"

"Allie dragged me here for Colin's party tomorrow," Darren said. He looked at my face. "Come on, you look like you can use a drink."

At that moment Colonel Banks, Director of CATF, was in a meeting with the Secretary of Homeland Security, the Director of the FBI, and the head of the NSA.

"Tell me where we stand with Liberty," Secretary Taylor ordered.

"Liberty is working perfectly," the NSA director said. "Data collection is underway. We're feeding the data into our terrorist detection algorithms. Liberty's already identified a number of promising leads of terrorist cells operating in the United States."

"Mr. Secretary, I want to renew my objections to Liberty," the FBI Director said. "Liberty is illegally gathering private information on US citizens. I insist we discontinue Liberty until we brief the Senate oversight committee."

"Didn't you hear me?" the NSA director said looking incredulous. "Liberty's helping us uncover terrorists operating in the United States. In the United States! We can't turn it off. And we can't go to Congress. Those fucking liberals will never let us use Liberty."

"That's my point," the FBI Director said. "Liberty is illegal. We can't spy on American citizens to fight terrorism. Let me remind you, our President is one of those "fucking" liberals."

"We have the President's approval to proceed, for now," Secretary Taylor reminded the men, shutting down the debate. He turned to Colonel Banks. "What's the status of that rogue software programmer, what's his name? Andrews?"

"Mike Andrews sir," Colonel Banks said. "So far he hasn't done anything."

"But he's hacked into Sapphire multiple times," the NSA director said having read the reports. "We should have arrested Andrews a long time ago. Sapphire is critical to national security, we can't risk sabotage."

"Mike Andrews is an American citizen and he hasn't done anything," the FBI Director said, having read the same reports. "Innocent until proven guilty is still the law in this country."

Secretary Taylor slowly nodded as he considered the FBI Director's words. "Hold for now, but watch Andrews closely," the Secretary ordered Colonel Banks. "Arrest him immediately if he attempts to damage Sapphire."

"Where's Jen Mike?" Darren asked as they sat at the bar. 

"She's with 3 guys," Mike said matter-of-factly, seeing no reason to hide anything from Darren. He knew about their game. He'd been part of their game.

Darren laughed. "Fuck Mike you guys are out of control," he said shaking his head good naturedly.

"Jen's out of control," Mike lamented.

Darren raised an eyebrow. "You're not part of it?"

Mike didn't say anything. Yeah, he was part of it. Too much part of it. Of course, he couldn't tell Darren what had happened.

Seeing Mike's sour expression, Darren said, "Come on Mike, don't tell me you didn't put Jen up to this." When Mike shrugged, Darren added "You can't start something like this and think you can control it."

Sometime later Mal, Jay and Artie walked up to the bar. Mike looked at his watch. It'd been a couple hours since he left.

"Where's Jen?" Mike asked as they sat down.

"Your wife is a fucking cock tease," Mal said scowling at Mike. He said it loud enough everyone in the bar turned to look at them. Jay nodded, looking just as disgusted as Mal.

"Come on guys," Artie said seeing the sudden anger in Mike's face. 

"Be cool man," Darren told Mal and Jay in a warning tone of voice. 

"Where is she?" Mike demanded angrily.

"How the fuck should I know?" Mal shot back glaring at Mike. Mike got up and moved to Mal, his fists clenched. Mal said derisively (in a lower voice) "Do you really think you can take me, after what you just did to me?"

Mike glared at Mal. For the second time in his life he had the urge to kill. The first time was after watching Scott's video. The second now, glaring at Mal.

In a calm conciliatory voice, Artie said "Jen left soon after you Mike. Drums called her. Maybe she's with him."

Mike's eyes went wide. With Drums? She was with Drums? That was supposed to be over!!

Mike stormed away towards Drums's room. "Come on Mike, stay calm," Darren said chasing after his friend.

***********

We turned the corner and abruptly stopped. Jen was there, walking our way. "Where have you been?!" I demanded angrily. "Have you been with Drums?!"

Jen calmed me down enough to walk me to our room, after saying goodnight to Darren.

"Were you with Drums?!" I demanded as soon as we were in our room.

"Calm down Mike," she said her hands out. "Yes, I was with Frankie."

"Why do you call him Frankie?!" I said exasperated, all my anxieties and insecurities coming out. "Everyone calls him Drums. Except you. Why are you the only one who calls him Frankie?"

"I don't know," Jen said honestly. "He asked me to. It's his real name."

"I know but ..." I sat on the edge of the bed, feeling so agitated. "Did you fuck him Jen?" I asked, loathing the pleading in my voice. "Do you love him?"

"No Mike," Jen said reaching for me.

"Just stop," I growled pulling away from her. I saw the alarm on her face. I forced myself to calm down. "Just tell me the truth, okay? Stop dicking with me. If you're in love with him just tell me."

"I don't love him Mike," Jen said reaching for me again.

"Then why?" I said. I felt ready to burst, my head swirling. I felt so humiliated, trying to get a grip with what I'd done earlier, and now my heart was breaking too. "Why were you with Drums? Why did you ... make me do that to Mal?"

"Is that what's bothering you?" Jen asked rubbing my shoulder. "Baby, you know that's my fantasy, a dominate man making you do things." She hugged my arm reassuringly. 

"Jen, I ... I can't deal with that," I said. 

"You kinda liked it, didn't you?" she asked gently, referring to how I'd cum. "It's okay to be curious. You're so obsessed with how big other men are."

"Because I'm thinking of them with you!" I insisted.

"I know," Jen said squeezing my arm tighter. She hugged and kissed me. "I've been with Allie and Keri. You like that right? It's the same thing. That's all I'm saying."

It wasn't the same thing. Not even close. How could Jen respect me anymore, after another man's cock had been in my mouth, after he'd cum on my face? 

As if reading my mind Jen said "I don't think less of you baby." She hugged me again. "You don't think I'm a slut even when I act bad, right? It's the same thing. You'll always be my man Mike. What you did, it's another thing we can share."

That made me feel better. It helped me understand. There was still a lot to process, but at least now I could think about other things.

"Why'd you go see Drums?" I asked.

"He called, he was upset," Jen said. 

"What happened with the guys?"

"I got them off before I left," she said looking sheepish. She always looked that way after doing something slutty.

"Mal said you teased them again" I said looking confused.

"I didn't let them fuck me," Jen explained. 

"Then how did you -."

Jen giggled. "Um ... do I really have to spell it out for you?"

I couldn't help laughing. "I thought you wanted those guys, especially Mal."

"I did, but ..." She stopped, again looking embarrassed. Her cheeks reddening, she said "If I'm going to be with Scott tomorrow, I don't want to look ... you know."

I got it. She didn't want her pussy to look used. I felt dizzy with renewed lust. 

"So you got them off, then you went to see Drums?" I asked.

"I just finished with them when Fran ... Drums called."

"You can call him Frankie," I said feeling foolish.

"It's just a name baby, it doesn't mean anything," she said hugging my arm. "I went over to his room, we talked. He's having a hard time with it. You know ..."

"Breaking up," I said completing her sentence.

"Yeah," she said looking down at her lap.

"Are you? Having a hard time with it?"

"I guess a little," she admitted, not wanting to hide anything. "We were together a lot, for weeks."

"I get it," I said, heartsick. Her confession was like a kick to my gut.

"I don't love him," she assured me. "It's like ... going on vacation with a friend, you're together all the time. When the vacation's over you miss him. That's all it is."

"But you two were a lot more than friends," I pointed out.

"... yeah," she admitted. "Mike, what do you want me to say?"

"... I don't know," I said honestly. I knew this might happened. I'd hoped for it. At that moment I was hard, but heartsick too. "Did you make love?"

"I only ever make love with you baby," she said squeezing my hands. "But no, we didn't have sex." Then she admitted "We hugged though."

In a way, hugging was worse than sex. "Did it feel good being in his arms?" I said feeling jealous and threatened.

She squeezed my hands again. "Mike don't do this to yourself," she said looking worriedly into my face. "It's just a crush. I'm not seeing him anymore. I'll get over him."

"But if you WERE still seeing him?" 

"Then I'd eventually get over him just like Ricky and Scott," she insisted. "You're the only permanent man in my life Mike."

"But you still have feelings for Scott," I said.

"It's not like that," she said enigmatically. "Let's worry about Scott tomorrow, okay?"

"... okay" I reluctantly agreed. I felt like so much was unresolved. Her feelings for Drums, for Scott, how she felt about me after what I'd done, what would happen tomorrow. 

But at least I had her with me now. I hugged her tight.

"Can you do something for me?" she asked in almost a shy, little girl voice. "Can you go down on me? I'm so horny."

Jen never had to ask me twice. I peeled off her clothes and laid her down on her back. Getting between her legs I saw her pussy looked the same, those guys hadn't used her. 

I went down on her and she came almost immediately. I could tell though it didn't give her much release. My tongue gave her pleasure, but when she was that horny the only thing that helped was getting fucked.

Then she went down on me. Like her, I came almost immediately. But it was an unsatisfying orgasm for me too. I craved the feel of her soft smooth pussy around my cock. But she was saving her pussy for another man. For Scott.



Consequences Pt. 21



The next morning we rented a car and drove around State College. We still planned to move to State College after the Memphis pitch was over. We met up with a realtor and she showed us houses for sale just outside the Penn State campus. We found a few really nice houses we liked. It was a lot of fun, we held hands most of the time as we toured the houses with the realtor.

We went to lunch at one of our favorite restaurants. As we ate we talked excitedly about the houses, having fun debating which one we liked best. Afterwards I met up with the head of the math department. I'd been speaking with him, and he renewed his offer for me to teach at Penn State beginning with the next semester.

Then we went to St. Marthas, the orphanage where Jen used to volunteer. Jen had an offer to teach in the marketing department but she really wanted to get away from the stress of advertising (at least for a while). The people at St. Marthas remembered Jen and they were ecstatic at the prospect of her joining their staff full time. The pay wasn't much, but luckily we didn't have to worry about money. 

It was a great day! We held hands almost all the time and hugged and kissed a lot. It was so exciting to talk about moving to Penn State, about the next phase of our life together. We really reconnected, and while our "separation" was still fresh in our minds I felt like we were moving passed it.

We ate an early dinner, then we went back to our hotel. We hadn't talked about Colin's party or Scott the entire day, avoiding the issue. But now we had to decide.

Jen took a shower and did her hair and makeup. "Should I wear this?" she asked holding up the pink bustier.

I had a hard time responding. I was so conflicted. I wanted to do it, it was my ultimate fantasy. But I was scared too. Scott ... a man I disliked, who I felt inadequate and insecure around. I was seriously thinking about letting him get my wife pregnant? Was I crazy?

"You don't have to worry," Jen assured me as if reading my mind. She squeezed my hand. "I could never love him like I love you."

"But you COULD love him?" I asked my anxieties growing.

"I didn't say that," Jen said. 

She didn't? Then what the heck was she saying?

"We'd be here, and Scott would be in New York," Jen said. "I'd never see him."

I doubted that. Scott would visit all the time, he'd want to be in Jen's life. Not just in her life. In her pussy and her mouth too. And I knew he'd stick it to me the entire time. An image of Scott fucking Jen as I took care of his baby flashed through my mind. Again I got dizzy with cuckold lust.

"Do you want to do this?" I said my voice hoarse with excitement.

She shrugged noncommittally. "You made my ultimate fantasy come true last night," she said smiling mischievously. "I want to make your ultimate fantasy come true." Then she added "You have to promise me though. No matter what you'll still love me. You'll never leave me."

"Jen I would never leave you," I said with certainty, surprised by what she said. I adored her, she was my entire life. How could she ever think I might leave her, ever, no matter what she did?

"I just need to know that," she told me, smiling and squeezing my hand again. "We don't need to decide now. I'll put it on. We can decide later at the party." She held the bustier to her bosom and turned. "Can you do me?" With shaky hands I laced the strings and pulled them tight, finally tying them off.

"Thanks baby," she said, getting on her tip toes and kissing me. She rolled silk stockings up her long legs, attaching them to the bustier's garter straps. Then she stepped into high heels. God she looked so hot! So painfully hot!

She saw the erection in my pants and smiled. "Maybe I should take care of this," she offered putting her palm over my hard-on.

"No I'd rather not," I quickly said. I needed the lust to get through the night, it was like a shield against those dark emotions of jealousy, loneliness and fear of losing her.

Jen understood and backed off, moving to the closet to get her blouse and skirt. Or maybe she was just in a rush to get to the party. To get to Scott.

Her blouse was loose. The skirt was short revealing most of her long incredible legs. With her blouse loose, you couldn't tell she was wearing a bustier underneath. She'd definitely thought ahead.

"Can I tell you something?" I asked. I was being careful because I didn't want to derail tonight, but I had to get something off my chest. "About last night. You went to Drums first, before me."

"I wanted to make sure he was okay, so I wouldn't worry about him when I was with you," she explained. "I didn't pick Frankie over you if that's what you're thinking."

"Kinda feels that way," I said, not understanding her logic.

"It's over with Frankie," Jen assured me. "There are just some lingering things. You understand that right?"

"Yeah, I guess," I said. What choice did I have? I had to live with those "lingering things." I'd put her up to it after all. Hopefully they'd go away over time.

I said, "It's just ... what I did last night. I don't want to do it again."

"I thought you kinda liked it," she said with a wry smile, cupping my cock. I blushed knowing I was hard. But I was hard from everything else, not that. I was!

"No, I didn't like it," I said with finality.

"Okay honey," Jen said kissing me on the cheek. She continued to rub my cock through my pants. "You didn't like ANY of it? Or just when you went down on Mal?"

"I didn't go down on Mal!" I insisted. There was a difference between what I did and giving head!

"Okay honey I'm sorry, I said it the wrong way," she soothed. "But you kinda liked some of the other parts, right?" She pressed the pointy toe of her high heel into my ankle and continued to stroke me. God I was about to burst!

I knew she was referring to the humiliation. Of the guys holding back laughter seeing my hairless body and tiny cock. Watching from a chair as Jen pleasured 3 guys with her sexy mouth. Mal taunting me. I felt like I was gonna cum in my pants!

She smiled knowingly at me. "I think maybe I SHOULD take care of this," she said squeezing my cock. She got down on her knees and unzipped my pants. This time I didn't stop her and she took me into her mouth. I came moments later.

"Do you want me to go down on you?" I asked afterwards. I knew she must be really horny too, after last night and not getting any cock.

"Um, I'll be okay," she giggled. I felt like an idiot. Of course she'd be okay. She was gonna get fucked by Scott. I knew Scott was the kind of man to go multiple times. He'd fuck Jen 2 or 3 times tonight, if we decided to go through with it. That'd be enough to satisfy even my insatiable wife. And he'd deposit 3 loads of his fertile seed in Jen's unprotected womb. I started getting hard again even though I'd just cum.

Jen leaned into me and squeezed my hand. "We better go honey," she said.

We arrived at the party fashionably late. The party was crowded. As always, Jen knew a lot of people. I knew hardly anyone although I recognized a few faces.

I got us drinks. As I waited in line I saw Jen talking to Allie. Their conversation seemed tense. At one point Allie rolled her eyes at Jen, which surprised me. I saw Allie frown. Jen frowned back. They glared at each other, like a standoff. Finally Allie nodded curtly and walked away. What was that about? 

When I returned Jen pulled me aside. She held up a pill. "I thought you might like this," she said. "It's Ecstasy."

I reflectively pulled away. I didn't like the idea of mind altering drugs. 

"It's completely safe," Jen assured me. "It'll make tonight more fun for you." She squeezed my hand. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

It occurred to me that Jen wanted me to take Ecstasy because she wanted to fuck Scott. If I was high on X, I'd be less inclined to stop her from hooking up with him.

I took the pill from her and looked at it. "This means you want it to happen?" I asked voicing my suspicions.

"I'm doing this for you baby, this is your fantasy," she said innocently. I guess she noticed the skepticism in my face because she added "Tomorrow you'll see." When I didn't responded she added "Everyone needs to try Ecstasy once." She took the pill from me and pressed it to my lips. "Come on baby, don't you trust me?"

I opened my mouth and Jen pressed the pill onto my tongue. I washed it down with the scotch in my hand.

"You're not taking one?" I asked.

"Maybe later, I want to pace myself," Jen said.

As usually happened, Jen did her social butterfly thing and soon she was across the room. We were separated by a sea of people but I was okay with that. I loved seeing her bubbly and happily bopping from person to person. That was the girl I loved, so full of life and liked by just about everyone.

Then I saw Scott.

A lot of female heads turned as he arrived. He made his way over to Jen. A lot of girls looked enviously at Jen as Scott gave her all his attention.

Scott kissed her hello on the cheek. As he did he put his hand on her back. He seemed to take a step back, startled by what he felt under her blouse. He smiled and raised an inquiring eyebrow at her. Jen smiled back at him. She leaned in and whispered something into his ear. Scott's smile grew larger. Jen took Scott's arm and they disappeared into the next room.

I tried to follow them, but I had a hard time moving. In fact I had a hard time staying on my feet. I suddenly saw a kaleidoscope of swirling colors and my skin became ultrasensitive, like I could feel every stitch of the shirt I had on. I swayed in place and I had a hard time standing up. I felt like I was going to fall down.

I realized it was the Ecstasy. It was hitting me. I was confused. Was this how it was supposed to feel? I got scared. Was this an overdose or something bad? Was it going to screw up my head? Why wasn't Jen here? She said she'd take care of me.

I felt something clamp around my arm. Was this the drug too? I looked over. No, it wasn't the drug. It was Darren.

"Hey Mike are you okay?" Darren said smiling at me.

I was so relieved to see him! "I took Ecstasy," I told my friend. "I'm really fucked up."

Darren laughed good-naturedly. "God Mike, you and Jen are out of control," he said. "Come on, let me help you out." He put his arm around my shoulder and helped me to a sofa. 

Darren sat next to me. He said "Hey man, I wanted to thank you about getting me involved with Sapphire. And for introducing me to Allie. You've really changed my life, for the good. I owe you big time."

"You don't owe me anything, you did it on your own," I assured him, looking at the doorway where Jen and Scott had disappeared. I didn't want to be here with Darren, I wanted to see what they were doing.

"Sorry about what the press is saying about you," Darren said looking sheepish. 

"That's okay," I said distractedly. I felt high and disoriented from the Ecstasy, but I needed to know what Jen was doing. 

I got to my feet. I almost fell but I managed to steady myself. "See you later Darren." I walked towards the doorway where Jen and Scott had gone. I sensed Darren get up and follow me, but I didn't care about him, I wanted to find Jen.

********

In the next room, Jen asked Scott "How is your team doing?" 

Scott laughed. "Are you really going to talk business? The way you're dressed?"

Jen laughed back. "The way I'm dressed?" she said coyly.

"Come on," Scott said with a knowing grin, rubbing her back and feeling the bustier under her blouse. "This is mine."

"You think I only have one bustier?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh. 

"I can see it's pink," Scott said maneuvering to look down her front.

"You've got a lot of nerve," Jen scolded taking a step back. She gave him a what-the-fuck look. "I'm your boss Scott, remember?"

"That was so hot!" Scott said grinning.

"What?" Jen said confused by his non-sequitur.

"My sexy boss, on her knees between my legs," Scott said his smile widening, remembering their affair.

"God Scott," Jen said disbelieving. "Are you high? Because you're about to get fired." 

"Come on, I'm just joking," Scott said giving her a charming, boyish grin. "I know how much I owe you. I'm a goof. I'd be selling used cars if not for you." 

"You don't owe me, you're really talented Scott," Jen said giving him a crooked smile, charmed by his moment of vulnerability. She playfully punched his arm. "You ARE a goof though."

He grinned at her, like 2 people sharing a secret. He whispered, "Come on, admit it, you've got a submissive streak."

"Oh my god!" she said rolling her eyes, but this time she laughed instead of getting mad. 

He laughed back, and they smiled into the other's eyes. "How do you know this Colin guy?" Scott asked.

"An old boyfriend," Jen said.

"Before Mike or during?" Scott asked teasingly.

"Before you jerk," Jen said with a laugh, hitting Scott again. 

Scott grinned at her. "Have you been here before?" he asked looking around. "How about a tour of the place?"

Jen looked back into the other room, where Mike was. She should go back there to check on him. Ecstasy could be overwhelming the first time. But she knew he'd be safe. And the whole point of tonight was to be with Scott.

"Come on," Jen said taking Scott's arm. They walked from room to room, laughing and talking like old familiar friends.

"I'm surprised to see you here," Jen said innocently. "Do you know people at Penn State?"

"Allie invited me," Scott explained, shrugging. "He said Colin throws wild parties."

"He does!" Jen said with a laugh.

"Oh yeah?" Scott said grinning. "Have you been a bad girl Jen?"

"Um, not in THIS house," Jen joked. "Anyway, what happens at Colin's, stays at Colin's," she said repeating a common refrain about Colin.

"I can keep a secret," Scott said with a playful lecherous smile. 

"Yeah, right, you just make a movie and email it to my husband," Jen said with a playful scowl.

"You're never going to let me live that one down, are you?" Scott asked trying hard to look like he was the one wronged.

"No," Jen said with finality, playfully laughing at his failed attempt at looking innocent. She smiled into his eyes.

************

I grabbed the back of a chair to keep from falling. My eyes were going crazy, I was seeing twos and threes of everything, and it seemed like people were talking at half speed their voices drawn out and distorted. My skin was ultrasensitive. I gasped with sexual pleasure as a woman inadvertently brushed against me in the crowd. 

Again Darren was at my side. "I think you better sit down Mike," he said taking my arm.

"I've got to find Jen," I said desperately, but I let him lead me to a chair. Where was she? How could she leave me alone after giving me X and going off with Scott?

"I'm sure she's fine," Darren said sitting me down. He took the scotch from my hand. Somehow I'd managed to keep hold of the glass. "I'll get you some water."

My phone rang. Through foggy eyes I saw it was Steve in London. I answered it.

"Mike, we've got major issues with the Ring," Steve said. "It's breaking down, the software can't handle the huge volume of data from all the Memphis data feeds."

This wasn't unexpected. Scaling up the Ring was complicated, there were bound to be bugs. The theory and algorithms were sound though. I was confident we could fix the bugs, it would just take a lot of work. I told Steve I would get to London as soon as possible. 

************

"I think you've punished me enough," Scott said smiling at Jen.

"You do huh?" Jen said with a crooked grin. "How so?"

"Hello? Vegas? The Venus pool?" Scott said. "You dicked me around pretty good."

"We've already talked about that Scott," Jen said dismissively. 

"You can't leave a guy like that."

"I'm not responsible for you Scott," Jen said, dismissively again.

"I know, but have some mercy Jen," Scott said imploringly, his hands out in surrender. "You can't walk around with nothing but high heels and then leave a guy with blue balls."

Jen couldn't help laughing. "Don't try to tell me you didn't hook up with someone. Or someones."

"Vegas IS a target rich environment," Scott admitted grinning.

"You had Allie too," Jen pointed out.

"We were cooling it by then," Scott said trying to think back. "Allie's hot but ... everyone gets boring after a while. Except you. I never got tired of you."

"Oh god Scott, really?" Jen said incredulously. "You say that after dissing my best friend?"

"I'm not dissing Allie," Scott said. "She got tired of me too. We ran out of steam, that's all I'm saying. Anyway, we were never going anywhere."

"Oh, like you and me were going someplace?" Jen said sarcastically. 

"I definitely could see us as long term FWBs," Scott said grinning boyishly at Jen.

"I'm sure Mike would love that," Jen said sarcasm again in her voice.

Scott turned serious. "I heard Tom got heavy with you, tried to get you to leave Mike," he said. "I never did that, right? Look, Mike and I aren't best friends, and I admit the video was a dick move. But I never tried to get you to leave him. Come on, that's got to count for something."

"... maybe," Jen said after a moment.

Scott sensed her resolve weakening and pounced on it. He rubbed her back, feeling the bustier under her blouse. "Admit it, this is mine, right?" he said, sporting that charming boyish grin again.

"It's not yours," Jen corrected him. "Nothing I have is yours. It's Mike's."

"But this is the one I gave you?" he pressed.

"... yes," Jen admitted after a few moments.

Scott's grin grew wider and his cock stiffened. There had to be a reason she wore it tonight! He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his confident swagger back. "You once told me you'd only wear that for me, not Mike."

"I think you need to get over yourself," Jen said with a laugh.

Scott leaned in and undid the top button of Jen's blouse. Jen stepped away. "Seriously Scott?" she said. But she was smiling now.

"I just want to see it," he said grinning mischievously. "Come on, you've worn it without anything on top before."

"You'd love that, wouldn't you?" Jen said with a flirty laugh. 

They'd wandered to the big outside tent where the Ramones were playing. Jen looked over, focusing on Drums. Their song ended and they broke for a break. 

Jen watched Drums walk off the stage. He looked sad. "Scott I'll see you later okay?" she said and abruptly left him, walking over to Drums.

"Hey you," Jen said to Drums, tugging on his shirt arm. 

Drums turned and broke into a big grin, but it was a melancholy smile. "Hey," he said back. He looked her up and down. "You look amazing," he gushed.

"Are you okay?" she asked looking worriedly at him.

"No," he said honestly. "Life after Jen is kinda tough."

"Come on, I'm terrible," Jen said looking down at her feet. "I'm selfish, manipulative -."

"You're perfect," Drums insisted.

"No I'm not. I should be with my husband," Jen said. "But I'm flirting with other men. I'm talking to you."

"I'm sure Mike loves that," he said his voice tinged with bitterness and scorn.

"Don't be mean okay?" Jen said squeezing his arm. "How are you doing, really?"

"It's hard, okay?" Drums admitted. He was hurting and he wasn't used to opening up. "One moment we're together. The next we're not. I'm trying to get my head around it."

"You'll find someone better than me," she said rubbing his arm.

"Stop saying that," he said. "It's not true. And it's like you're patronizing me."

She winced at his words. "I'm not patronizing you," she assured him. "I'm sorry."

Drums saw her pain. In a way that made him feel better, that their breakup was affecting her too at some level. "How are you doing?" he asked.

She knew what he wanted to hear. Yes, she missed him too. Yes, she still thought about him. How could she not, they'd been together for weeks. But she couldn't say any of that. She didn't want to give him false hope. She belonged to Mike. The game with Frankie was over.




Consequences Pt. 21



Quickly composing herself, she said "I'm fine."

Drums frowned. He'd opened up to her. She couldn't give him something? "Nice rings," he said looking at her left hand.

"He's my husband Frankie, of course I'm wearing his rings," Jen implored. "You knew it was temporary." She squeezed his hand. "Can't we be friends?"

He gave her an incredulous WTF look. Did she really just say that? He looked over to where Scott was still standing. He said bitterly, "Is he your new fuck buddy? That was fast Jen, makes me feel real special. I heard you dicked over the guys last night. Again. At least you're consistent. Like Mike."

Jen recoiled at his words. They were like a slap across her face. "You're being so mean," she said.

"I'm mean?" he said with an ironic laugh. He felt like his heart was torn apart. He needed to get away. Without another word he left.

"Frankie ..." Jen called out. But she let him go. What could she do?

She didn't love Frankie. But she had feelings for him. She wanted the best for him. She didn't want him to hate her.

She knew she shouldn't be spending so much time with Frankie. Seeing him last night had been a mistake. But people didn't have an on-off switch. Mike had wanted her to get close to Frankie. To be his girlfriend, to be exclusive, to live with him. Well, it happened. Yes, it'd been a game. But you can't just turn off emotions. It took time.

Mike would be really upset if he saw her talking to Frankie. Well, maybe he should be upset. She was upset, Frankie was upset. Their games hurt people. Mike didn't understand that. He understood HIS hurt. But other people got hurt too.

Yeah, she got to have sex with a lot of gorgeous guys. She got a lot of pleasure from that. Mike didn't get to fuck around. But he didn't have to deal with the emotional aftermath either, the hurt feelings, the guilt. 

Ricky, Tom, now Frankie. They all got hurt when the game ended. Scott hadn't gotten hurt, so he'd been the perfect fuck buddy. But Mike had been too threatened by Scott. Yet, he still wanted to play the game. So she played with Tom, and hurt him. Now she'd hurt Frankie. 

She knew she was spoiled and selfish. She'd always gotten her way because of her looks. But Mike was selfish too. All he cared about was his hurt. But other people got hurt too, and SHE had to deal with it, not Mike.

She felt sad and guilty as she watched Frankie walk away ... and she got annoyed with Mike. Now he wanted her to fuck Scott. The day after ending it with Frankie. And not just fuck Scott, but let him cum inside her without protection, risk getting pregnant. 

Really? Everything was a game to Mike. What if she got pregnant? She had no doubt Mike would be a loving and wonderful father. But what if their child ever found out he/she'd been the result of a sex game? This would be a real live child, not a game, but Mike didn't seem to see that.

The more she thought about it the more she got annoyed with Mike. She loved him though. She was doing tonight for him. She walked across the room back to Scott.

On the other side of the house Darren was feeding Mike water. "How do you feel?" Darren asked.

"Better," Mike said. He still felt weird but he was getting used to the sensations. He got up. While still disoriented he felt good enough to walk. "I need to find Jen," he said as he hurried to the next room.

"Hey stranger," Jen said catching up to Scott.

"Who was that?" Scott asked. There wasn't jealousy in his voice - Scott wasn't like that - just curiosity. 

"A friend from college," Jen said.

"He's one of the Ramones, right?" 

"Yeah."

"A close friend?" Scott asked with a grin. He of course knew about Jen and Mike's game.

"I don't want to talk about him okay?" Jen said honestly.

"What DO you want to talk about?" Scott asked still grinning. He noticed Jen hadn't re-did the button he'd unbuttoned. That was a promising sign. He'd loved to get inside her panties tonight (although knowing her she might not be wearing panties!).

"We're all grown ups, right Scott?" she asked abruptly. "Whatever happens, happens. I don't have to worry about hurting your feelings. Right?"

"Yeah, sure," Scott said not know where Jen was going with this. "No guilt, no obligations. I meant what I said. I owe you a lot."

"Okay," Jen said contemplatively, eyeing him as if sizing him up. "I need to check on Mike. Feel like coming along?"

"Yeah, sure," Scott said. Jen took Scott's arm and they walked from the tent back into the house.

Scott liked Jen on his arm. She was the sexiest girl he'd ever known, and the best fuck (even though her tits were tiny). She was a better fuck than Allie. Her innocent movie star looks and slim petite body always made him feel like he was fucking a barely legal teenager which gave her a decided advantage over other girls (not that she needed it with that ass and those legs). He felt his cock stir with her arm around his, their bodies so close, smelling her perfume and the vanilla strawberry scents of her shampoo.

Mike saw Jen enter the other end of the hallway with Scott. His heart did a backflip when he saw her arm in his.

Jen approached with Scott. "Some party huh?" Scott said to Mike. He joked "Maybe they'll do karaoke later." He laughed. He knew it was a dick thing to say, but he couldn't help himself. There was something about Mike that brought out the worst in him. Probably the fact the dude was a pathetic cuckold and had a tiny dick, yet still bagged the hottest girl of them all, that really annoyed him.

Jen let Scott's arm go and kissed Mike. "How are you feeling honey?" she asked her voice low enough so only he could hear. Of course she was referring to the X.

"It's a weird feeling," Mike said his voice low too.

"You'll get used to it," she said with an encouraging smile. She looked at Darren. "Thanks for watching over him." Darren smiled and nodded.

She turned back to Mike and whispered, "Are you sure you want to do this? You hate Scott, he's an ass sometimes."

Just sometimes? Mike thought, still smarting from the karaoke dig. But his lust was out of control and the X was further dulling his sensibilities. Still, he was torn. Let Scott get Jen pregnant?

"Let's see how it goes," he said noncommittally. He sat down, the X making him dizzy again.

Jen leaned into him. She whispered in his ear "If I play too much, I won't be able to stop."

Mike understood immediately. Jen couldn't go two days without a hard fucking, not after teasing the guys yesterday, not if she teased Scott tonight. Teasing went both ways, it got her super horny too. Jen craved and loved sex too much to have that much stimulation without actually doing it.

"I know baby," Mike said kissing her.

Jen smiled at Mike and stood back up. For a moment they were alone in the hallway, both Scott and Darren having wandered off to the bar. "Scott asked me to take off my blouse," she said.

"He did?" Mike said excitedly. 

"He wants to see the bustier," she said.

"Does he know it's his?"

Jen couldn't help laughing. Mike called it his too.

"What?" Mike asked.

"Nothing," Jen said. "So should I take it off?"

"Yeah," Mike said. 

Jen laughed again. He was so predictable! Without another word she took off the blouse.

She looked amazing! The pink bustier pressed her tits together, making her look bigger than she really was. It showed off her tanned shoulders and sexy stomach (ending around her belly button). Her tight black skirt displayed most of her long shapely legs, sexy in black stockings and high heels.

"I feel like dancing," Jen announced. Scott returned and she took his arm. "You don't mind, do you Mike?"

"No, go ahead" Mike choked out his throat dry from lustful excitement.

Jen led Scott to the next room. She didn't want to go to the tent where the Ramones were playing because she didn't want Drums to see her playing. But there was music and dancing everywhere in Colin's house.

"So you took off the blouse," Scott said smiling, looking at the pink bustier.

"Yep," Jen said.

"You took it off for me right?" he said grinning. 

"Yeah right," Jen said sarcastically. But in fact she had.

"So you and Mike are playing, and I'm the lucky pawn tonight?" Scott said as he pulled Jen into his arms. They swayed to the soft music.

"Does that bother you?" Jen asked looking up at him. She had her arms around his neck.

"No," he said grinning at her. "Not as long as I get some of this." He lowered his hands from her waist to her ass and squeezed.

"Not so fast cowboy," Jen chastised him, raising his hands back up to her waist. "I know people here."

She looked around nervous to see if anyone had saw. Luckily the room was dark and she didn't see anyone she knew. "Be discreet okay?"

"Is this okay?" Scott said caressing the lacing down her back, teasing her exposed back (the bustier exposed about a one inch gap where the lacing crisscrossed down her back).

"No," Jen said with a laugh. He was incorrigible! But in a cute way. "Can you just -."

Scott moved his hands back down to her waist. "Is this okay?" he asked. He was caressing her exposed lower back between her bustier and skirt.

"That's okay," Jen said. She couldn't believe they were negotiating how he was allowed to touch her. She had the strangest conversations while playing the game.

She suppressed a shudder as he caressed her. He had a really nice touch. 

Scott pulled her closer, pressing his body against hers. "So am I your pawn tonight?" he asked again.

Jen felt his erection pressing against her stomach. She remember his cock. He had a really nice one. She liked playing with it.

They were in a dark corner, no one could see them clearly. She reached between their bodies and cupped his hard-on. "I think this is too big to call you a pawn," she said smiling teasingly at him.

She moved to pull her hand away but he grabbed her wrist, holding her hand against his crotch. "Keep your hand there," he said smiling. "I've missed your hand on my cock. I've missed a lot about you Jen." He lowered his head to kiss her.

Jen stepped away, pulling her hand off his crotch. "Discreet remember?" She took his arm again. "Come on."

As they walked back to Mike they ran into Colin and Tony-Tony. Julie (Tony-Tony's wife) held Colin's arm, and Olivia (Colin's new wife) held Tony-Tony's. Jen knew they swapped. She wondered if they were going upstairs to fuck. She couldn't judge them, here she was on Scott's arm. Anyway, the idea of the two best friends sharing wives turned her on. She liked kinky sex, which made sense since she liked playing the game.

They exchanged hello hugs. Jen knew all of them of course, in fact she and Olivia had been sorority sisters and Colin had been her first love. Jen introduced all of them to Scott. Olivia and Julie looked curiously at Jen with Scott, but didn't say anything.

"Where's Mike?" Colin asked.

"Over there," Jen said motioning to the hallway outside. "He's had a little too much."

"We're going to the guest house, there's a private patio there with a Jacuzzi," Colin said. "You guys should join us."

"God Colin how big is your house?" she gushed, giving Olivia an admiringly smile. Instead of smiling back, Olivia frowned at Jen. She moved from Tony back to her husband, holding Colin's arm tight. Her message was clear, "Colin is mine so stay clear."

Julie was frowning at Jen too. Suddenly the memories of college rushed back to Jen. Olivia and Julie were both really pretty, but they'd always been in Jen and Allie's shadows. Jen guessed there were some lingering hard feelings. Jen regretted that. She liked being liked, and what memories she had of Olivia and Julie from college were fond ones.

"I've got to check on Mike," Jen said.

"Join us later, the guest house is out that door to the left," Colin said. "You look amazing by the way," he said giving Jen a long look up and down. Tony-Tony looked her up and down too, not even trying to hide his lustful interest. Now Olivia and Julie were really fuming and giving Jen the evil eye.

"God what jerks," Jen said. She felt sorry for Olivia and Julie. How could Colin and Tony practically hit on her right in front of their wives? 

"College rivalries?" Scott asked.

"I guess," Jen said. Honestly she didn't think of Olivia and Julie as rivals. She kinda thought they were friends. Not close, but still friends. Oh well. Anyway, she wasn't interested in Colin or Tony, especially Colin. Not after what happened last time.

"We better find Mike," Jen said taking Scott's arm again.

"Skinny dipping sounds good," Scott observed. Both Olivia and Julie were good looking, he wouldn't mind seeing more of their bodies. In fact, he wouldn't mind an evening of fucking all 3 girls. Sharing Jen with Colin and Tony didn't bother him as long as he got a turn with their wives. Mike would probably get off on seeing Jen gangbanged. .

"Maybe ..." Jen said thinking. Mike would have to take off his clothes in front of everyone. Hmmm ...

"Hey baby," Jen said giving her husband a kiss. He was still sitting in the chair. His eyes looked glazed over, high on X. Darren was back, sitting next to him. "How do you feel?" she asked.

"Okay," he said. "My skin's tingling, it's like I can feel everything."

"I know, isn't Ecstasy amazing?" Jen gushed. "Colin invited us to the hot tub. Scott and I are going. Wanna join us?"

Mike hesitated. The way she said that, like she was with Scott instead of him. His cock leaped in his pants.

Jen smiled at him knowingly. She leaned over and whispered into his ear, "You better come or you'll miss out." Mike practically gasped, his heart suddenly beating wildly. Miss out on Scott fucking her. Cumming inside her. Maybe getting her pregnant.

Also, missing out on stopping all this, if that's what he decided to do. But he doubted they'd use bathing suits. They'd see his hairless body and his small cock, not just the guys but Olivia and Julie too. Could he handle that?

In the end Mike decided to go. He couldn't miss this. He got up and Jen took his arm and Scott's.

"See you later Darren," Jen said. 

"Maybe I'll tag along," Darren said eyeing Mike with a concerned look.

"You should find Allie, she's probably ready to go," Jen said like she was dismissing him.

Jen, Mike and Scott walked to the guest house. Jen started out holding both Mike's and Scott's arms, but after a while she let Mike's arm go. He walked behind them as she and Scott laughed and talked together, bumping playfully into each other, acting like they did during their affair. Mike felt like a third wheel and his jealousy flared. He was also rock hard and loving every second of it.

The guest house was on the other side of the estate away from the big tent. They could see the lights of the tent and hear the music, but they were isolated on this side.

They walked in and followed the voices. They entered a big bedroom. In the middle was one of those big cheesy round beds you'd find in Vegas. The Jacuzzi stood a few feet away. 

Colin and Tony and their wives were naked and fucking on the bed. They'd swapped wives, Colin fucking Julie and Tony fucking Olivia.

"Oops, sorry," Jen said immediately backing out of the room.

"No, stay," Colin said. Julie was on her hands and knees and Colin's long cock was still inside her. "We don't mine company do we babe?" he said stroking Julie's back and moving his hands underneath and cupping her big breasts. 

Colin treated Julie like she belonged to him instead of Tony. But then Tony had always differed to Colin. At least Colin was sharing his wife with Tony. 

Jen noticed Tony was still inside Olivia. In fact, they were still fucking. Tony was doing her missionary. Jen moved a step in, wanting a better look at Tony's penis. She'd always been curious, his nickname was Tony-Tony because he was supposed to have twice the normal package. Jen's eyes grew. Even with some of his cock stuffed in Olivia's pussy, Tony looked huge, the biggest she'd ever seen.

"Come join us," Tony said looking Jen up and down. He'd always wanted to try out Jenny Johnson, and he knew his monster cock could charm the pants off any girl.

"That's okay, we're just here for the hot tub," Jen said with a nervous laugh.

"Help yourself," Colin said motioning to the Jacuzzi. "We don't have suits though."

"No worries," Scott said with an unconcerned shrug. He quickly undressed. He knew he had a good body, he could compete with anyone. He wasn't intimidated by Colin or Tony (although he had to admit they kept in good shape too).

He kept his eyes on Olivia and Julie as he undressed. They weren't drop dead gorgeous like Jen, but they were definitely fuckable. He got a rush of satisfaction as both girls looked him up and down, clearly liking what they saw. This was going to be a fun evening!

Both girls looked high, their eyes glazed over. Olivia pulled away from Tony and reached for a joint. She took a long drag. Seeing Jen looking and having a sudden urge to be a good hostess (this was her house after all), she reluctantly offered "Want some?"

"Thanks," Jen said reaching for it. She took a long drag too, her head rolling back at the sudden euphoria. "God that's good," she gushed. She said to Olivia "Remember the cheap weed we used to smoke in the sorority?"

"Oh god that stuff was so lame," Olivia said with a laugh. Olivia and Jen smiled at each other, sharing common college memories.

Jen handed the joint back but Olivia smiled and said "You can finish it."

"Thanks," Jen said with a smile. She felt good, feeling a barrier had broken between her and Olivia.

She took the joint to Mike. "Last chance," she whispered to him. "Stay or go?"

Mike couldn't think straight he was so turned on. Olivia and Julie had been populars in college, just like Jen and Allie. Olivia was a brunette and Julie a redhead. Both were pretty, busty and curvy. Not only was he looking at their naked bodies, he had seen them impaled on big cocks! Mike was too lost in lust, there was no way he could even contemplate leaving (especially since he was still high on Ecstasy).

"Stay," he managed to croak out his throat dry from excitement.

Jen nodded. "Maybe you should take a hit," she told him. After he did she said "You can finish it if you want."

Jen moved back to Scott. She turned so she was facing the bed, her back to Scott. She held up her long blonde hair and looked back at Scott. "Undo me?"

Scott grinned. He took his time unlacing Jen's bustier. As Scott untied her Jen looked into Colin's and Tony's eyes. She saw lust in their faces, the atmosphere was so sexually charged.

Colin, Tony and their wives noticed of course Jen had gone to Scott to undress her, not Mike. There was definitely something going on there. Jen seemed like such a good girl and Mike such a geek, but they'd been rumors in college. Now they knew they were true.

Scott finished unlacing the bustier. He pulled it off Jen and tossed it aside. Then he unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor. Jen stood in front of the people in bed, naked except for her stockings and high heels. 

Tony's eyes practically popped out of his head. So did Colin's, even though he'd seen Jen's hot body before. Her body was perfect, slim and tight, yet soft and curvy in all the right places. 

Olivia and Julie looked enviously at the pretty blonde. They'd gained weight since college. Jen's body still looked like an athletic teenager's. They consoled themselves that their busts were way bigger than Jen's. But deep down they had to admit Jen's breasts (while small) were perfectly shaped and so perky. Unlike them, she'd never had to worry about her tits sagging.

Jen only lingered there a moment. Then she took Scott's hand and walked to the hot tub. Colin and Tony enjoyed looking at Jen's perfect ass. "Did god give this girl everything?" Olivia muttered to Julie.




Consequences Pt. 21



It hadn't gone unnoticed that Jen ignored Mike as she undressed and walked with Scott to the hot tub. Colin didn't know what was going on but he was enjoying it. He laughed and said "Hey Mike are you getting undressed or what?"

Mike hesitantly took off his shirt and pants. That didn't bother him, a lot of guys didn't have a lot of body hair. Taking off his shorts was another thing. He didn't want them to see his bare cock and balls. He knew some porn stars were hairless. In fact, he'd noticed Tony was bare. But Mike didn't have Tony's cock. He didn't even have half Tony's cock.

Rather than humiliate himself, he jumped into the hot tub. Then he took off his shorts and put them on the side of the tub. The 3 guys jeered Mike, calling him a pussy. 

Jen saw Mike flush red. She knew this wasn't his crowd. "Leave him alone," she said coming to his rescue. The joking stopped. Jen had been the most popular girl in college, and in many ways she still was. Keying off Jen, Olivia and Julie also chided their alpha male husbands to leave Mike alone. They didn't know Mike well but they knew he was shy and he'd always seemed like a nice enough guy in college.

Jen stepped out of the high heels and peeled off her stockings and got into the hot tub. To Mike's relief, she sat next to him. Scott sat on the other side of Jen.

Colin, Olivia, Tony and Julie got in the hot tub too. The boys hadn't cum yet but clearly the real action was in the hot tub, not the bed. Colin and Tony's cocks were hard and sticking straight out as they walked over. Jen couldn't take her eyes off Tony, he was huge! Longer than she'd ever seen, and as thick as Frankie!

Tony had noticed Jen looking. He got into the hot tub and squeezed in between Mike and Jen. "You don't mind do you Mike?" he said. "I haven't seen Jenny in a while and I want to catch up."

Colin sat on the other side of the hot tub. Olivia sat between Colin and Mike, and Julie sat between Colin and Scott. Colin put his arms around both girls.

Beers and joints were passed around. Soon everyone was feeling no pain. There was a lot of laughing and talking. Mike was quiet (as usual) but for once he didn't feel out of place, he was too high for that. He closed his eyes, enjoying the sensations of the X and weed, floating in the bubbling hot water, the laughter and talking like relaxing white noise ...

***************

My eyes snapped open. I'd passed out. For how long? Looking around I saw everyone had paired up in the hot tub. Olivia with Scott. Julie with Colin. 

Jen with Tony.

Scott and Olivia were making out, so were Colin and Julie (Colin seemed to really have a thing for Tony's wife!). Jen and Tony weren't making out. They were still laughing and talking. But they were sitting close together. There was no way their legs weren't touching.

Also, Jen had her cum face on. Was Tony playing with her under the water? Was she playing with him?

I was high and disoriented from the X, the weed, the beer. My cock was rock hard. I was confused. What did I want? I didn't know.

I watched as Tony wrapped his muscular arm around Jen, pulling her towards him. I knew she was naked under the water. What was going on?

Tony lowered his head, and he kissed Jen. Jen didn't resist. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. 

Scott noticed. He left Olivia and moved to the other side of Jen. Soon she was kissing both of them, trading back and forth. Then she rolled her head back, her mouth open in an O. What were they doing under the water? I imagined Scott playing with her breasts as Tony finger fucked her. I must have been right because moments later Jen's back arched and her body shuddered. Her first orgasm of the night. How many more would she experience before this night was over? And how many with a big cock inside her?

As she calmed down she opened her eyes and saw me awake, looking at her. She swam over to me and sat on my lap, straddling my legs (but making sure I didn't enter her). I put my arms around her. I could tell she was naked under the water. I stroked her ass.

"Having fun?" I asked.

"Are you okay?" she asked back.

"Did you just cum?"

Jen looked embarrassed. "Are you mad at me?"

"I think you're amazing," I gushed. 

"You don't think I'm a slut?" Jen asked sheepishly.

"I think you're amazing," I repeated. "You never have to worry about that honey."

She beamed into my eyes and snuggled into my arms. "Yeah, Tony just made me cum," she said finally answering my question.

"It wasn't Scott?" I asked, imagining all the fingers under the water.

"It was Tony," Jen said definitely. "His touch is different from Scott's." As if realizing what she just said, she buried her head in my shoulder and laughed nervously. "God I'm such a slut, I've been with so many guys I know their touches," she derided herself.

"You're not a slut baby, you're just really sensual," I assured her. "You know I love seeing you with other men, you're doing it for me.'

"That's not completely true, but thanks for saying that," she said beaming into my eyes. 

I frowned at her. "I don't get what's happening tonight."

"I'm playing," Jen said giving me a quizzical look. "Isn't that what you want?"

"Yeah, but Scott ..."

Jen smiled, understanding my concern. "Don't worry baby, I'll be careful."

She'd be careful? What did that mean? She'd use condoms with Colin and Tony? So only Scott came inside her? So we'd know who the father was?

And I wasn't sure I wanted Scott to cum inside her. The more I thought about it, the less I wanted her to do it.

"Jen, about Scott -."

"He's kinda busy," Jen said with a giggle, looking over. Scott had moved back to Olivia (Colin's wife) and they were making out again.

I looked over too. "This scene is so crazy" I said.

"Yeah," Jen said. She looked over to Tony and gave him a smile. She raised her hand, her thumb and finger parted slightly, telling him she'd be back in a moment.

She looked back at me and put her hand into the water. I felt her wrap her hand around my hard cock. "Do you need some relief?" she said smiling at me.

"Yeah," I said. I spread my legs and leaned back against the hot tub. Jen used both hands, one around my shaft and the other on my balls, just how I liked it.

"Are you gonna fuck Tony?" I asked my eyes glazing over as she jerked me off.

"No," Jen said. "I've always been curious about him. This is my last chance to play with him. But he's too big. I don't want to be loose for Scott."

"Oh ..." I said.

"That's what this weekend is about, right honey?" she asked. She looked into my eyes and continued to stroke me.

"Yeah ..." I said hesitantly.

She heard the uncertainty in my voice. "Having second thoughts?"

"I'm not sure," I said. I was so torn.

She took her hands off my cock long enough to pull my hands to her sexy flat belly. As she started stroking me again she whispered "Don't you want me big with Scott's baby?"

My head was spinning with cuckold lust! "Jen, if you WERE pregnant with his baby ... if you had his baby ... would he get to see you?"

"Would he get to fuck me?" Jen said translating my question. "I don't know. I'd see him more. You know how much I like him."

"Yeah ..." I said, thinking of how they'd acted like best buds earlier that evening.

"Does that make you want this less or more?" Jen said grinning at me.

"... I'm not sure" I said.

Jen playfully laughed. "You're so predictable," she said smiling at me. She stroked me faster and said "You'd like that, wouldn't you? Watching Scott fuck me with my belly big with his baby. Does that turn you on?"

"God Jen I'd gonna cum!" I said, and my body jerked as I had a massive orgasm.

Jen kissed me, carefully cupping my softening penis because she knew I got really sensitive after cumming. "Give me a few minutes alone with Tony before following, okay?" she whispered into my ear. She drifted back over to Tony. 

Jen took Tony's hand and they walked out of the tub. They toweled off, and then Jen stepped back into her 4 inch high heels. God she was so sexy! Then she walked off with Tony, holding his hand.

Jen led Tony passed the big round bed and into a bedroom. They got into a bed and started making out. 

"What's the story with you and Mike?" he asked.

Jen shrugged. "We like to play. Just like you and Colin and your wives."

"We've always shared girls," Tony said.

"Not me," Jen said with a laugh.

"I tried though" Tony said laughing back.

"So, Colin slept with your girlfriends when he was dating me?" Jen asked.

"Ah ..." Tony stammered realizing he'd put his foot in it.

"I don't care," Jen assured him. "I know he cheated on me all the time."

"Yeah, he did," Tony admitted. "Sorry."

"That's okay, it was a long time ago, I don't care," Jen said. But she was lying. Even after all these years Colin's cheating still stung. She was so happy she didn't end up with Colin. She was attracted to guys like Colin, but they weren't good for her. That was part of the reason she loved Mike. She could always count on him, and trust him. Even with all the naked female bodies in the hot tub she knew he'd never cheat on her.

"I've wanted to see these for a while," Tony said cupping Jen's small breasts and sucking on the nipples.

"Yeah?" Jen moaned, her head rolling back. She forced the hurtful memories about Colin from her head and focused on the moment. Men like Colin and Tony weren't good for her, but she loved what they did to her body!

"I've been curious about you too," Jen said running her hands over his muscular body. She put her hand over his cock. "This is freaking amazing."

"They don't call me Tony-Tony for nothing," he joked and they laughed. They kissed and petted more. A few minutes later Mike walked in.

"Hi baby," Jen said her eyes glazed over with lust.

"Hey dude," Tony said, and then he went back to kissing and fondling Mike's wife.

Mike sat down in a chair across from the bed. He'd put his clothes back on (except for the wet shorts). He reached into his pants and stroked myself watching Jen make out with Tony. She was naked except for the black high heels. God she was so sexy!

"I like how you're bare," Tony said admiringly, stroking her pussy.

Jen smiled at Mike. Looking into his eyes she said "Scott shaved me."

"Yeah?" Tony said between kisses. "How long have you been fucking Scott?"

"Tonight will be the first time in a while," Jen said smiling at Mike again.

"He can have my sloppy seconds," Tony said with a laugh, rolling Jen onto her back and getting on top of her. "You don't mind, do you Mike?" he asked positioning his monster cock at her pussy lips.

"Not so fast," Jen said squirreling from his grasp. She rolled him on his back. "I want to play with this first," she said wrapping her hands around his enormous shaft.

He was so big and thick she could take little more than his cockhead into her mouth. She stroked him as she sucked on his cockhead. 

Tony moved Jen's long blonde hair to the side so he had a better view of her pretty face as she blew him. "I've wanted this a long time," he said. "After I cross you off my list I'll have fucked the 10 best looking girls in college. You're number 1 on my list. Allie's 2."

"I'm flattered," Jen said, licking up and down his shaft. "What number is your wife?"

"Julie?" He laughed. "She didn't make the top 10."

Jen frowned. She took her mouth off his cock but continued to stroke him. "Cum for me," she said looking into his face and stroking him harder and faster. 

"Suck me," he said trying to pull her head back down onto his cock.

She pulled back. "I want to watch you cum," she said stroking him fast. 

Tony relented, enjoying the hand job Jen was giving him. He looked her up and down, god she had a hot body! After a few minutes he came. Jen squealed at the amount of cum that shot out of his penis.

Jen wiped her hands and abruptly got up, surprising Tony. "I've got to talk to Mike a second," she said getting up. She held out her hand and Mike quickly stood up, stuffing his cock back in his pants. "Back in a sec," she told Tony.

"Uh, yeah, sure," Tony said looking confused. "Don't be gone too long babe, I'll be ready to go again in a minute and I want some of your sweet pussy."

"Oh yeah, that sounds so good," Jen said batting her eyelashes at him.

"What an ass," Jen said outside the room. She took Mike's arm and they walked back to the hot tub. Now she remembered why she never hooked up with Tony in college. He was a major jerk! How could he diss his own wife with that stupid ranking thing? She felt sorry for Julie to be married to such an ass. 

"He's got a big cock though," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said looking disgusted. "That's all he is, a dick."

"You got him off," Mike pointed out. Jen shrugged at that.

They stopped short of the hot tub room. "That kind of killed the mood," Jen said.

"We can get it back," Mike said running his hand down his wife's body. He ran his finger between her pussy lips. "I know you need a hard fucking after all the teasing last night and today."

"You know me too well," Jen said with a sheepish grin. "Stop!" she laughed grabbing his wrist to stop him from stroking her.

"Let's grab Scott and go back to the hotel," she said.

"You don't want to play here?" Mike said. "There're a lot of bedrooms in the main house."

Jen shook her head. "I don't want someone walking in on us," she said with a grimace. "And Colin probably has hidden cameras in all the bedrooms." Jen moved towards the hot tub room.

They stopped just short of the door. They had a perfect view of the big round bed. Scott was taking Olivia doggy style, and Colin was fucking Julie missionary. From their position they could see Scott's cock as he fucked her.

Mike looked at his wife. She was intently watching Scott fuck Olivia, her eyes glazed over with lust. "Jealous?" Mike asked forcing a smile. 

"More like envious," Jen said not able to take her eyes off Scott's big cock pistoning in and out of Olivia's pussy. 

"You don't care he's with Olivia?"

"Why should I?" Jen said, her eyes again focused on Scott's cock.

"You really want him don't you?" Mike said stroking his wife's pussy.

Jen tore her eyes from the scene on the bed. She gave Mike a knowing smile. "That's what you want, right?" She shrugged and admitted, "Yeah, I miss sex with him. It's always better with a person you have a connection with. You know that baby."

Anxiety and jealously flooded Mike's emotions. Seeing it on his face, Jen quickly added "Don't worry honey, I could never love him like you."

"Do you love him now?" Mike asked anxiously.

"No," Jen said.

"But you've never gotten completely over him?" Mike asked.

"Honey I'm ready to stop playing now if you want." She saw the lust on her husband's face and smiled. "But you want me to fuck Scott huh?"

"I'm not sure what I want," Mike said looking down miserably. He wanted it but was afraid of it.

"If I bring Scott to our room, it's gonna happen," Jen said. "So you need to decide."

"What do YOU want?" Mike asked his heart pounding.

"Do I want to bring Scott to our room? Yes I do." Seeing the cloud come over her husband's face, she rubbed his arm and said. "I'm sorry baby. I can't help it."

Mike nodded. He knew the signs. Jen had a major cum face on. Her nipples were rock hard. She'd teased the Ramones yesterday and played with Tony's huge cock tonight. She desperately needed fucked, and the fact she had an emotional past with Scott only increased her need for him.

"Go ahead and get him then," Mike said resignedly. 

Jen smiled. She hugged his arm and leaned into him. "Thanks baby," she said excitedly. 

Mike went back to the main house. He didn't trust himself driving (he still felt high and tipsy) so he ubered a taxi. State College wasn't a metropolitan area so it took a while for the taxi to arrive. Jen arrived with Scott just as the taxi pulled up. They were both dressed again, Jen had even fixed her hair and makeup. She was holding Scott's hand as they approached. That hurt more than the upcoming sex. Seeing them hugging and holding hands, like they were a couple. That part always hurt the most.

Jen went to Mike and whispered into his ear. "Honey, do you mind if we ride in the back?"

It was like a stake through his heart. She'd ride in the back with Scott, while he rode in the front with the driver. "Yeah, sure" Mike stammered, his cock so hard it could cut steel.

Jen and Scott went at it during the drive to the hotel, trading tongue and heavily petting each other. They were so horny for each other! The driver (not knowing Jen was his wife) grinned at Mike and said "Newlyweds?"

"Something like that," Mike said his emotions in a turmoil and his cock so hard it hurt. 

********

Jen and Scott managed to keep their lips and hands off each other as we walked through the hotel lobby. That was good as we'd met some of the hotel staff and the last thing I needed was a lot of stares the next day.

Once inside our room Jen went into the bathroom. I gave Scott a beer and poured a glass of wine for Jen. I poured myself a scotch. "Hope there's no hard feelings," Scott said taking the beer from me. "Sorry again about the video. I thought you'd like it."

"Sure, no worries," I said. What else could I say? He was about to fuck my wife, maybe get her pregnant. I'd put her up to this so I couldn't complain now. 

I couldn't look Scott in the eye. I was so conflicted by what was about to happened.

I guess he saw my vulnerability and the real Scott came out. He'd been playing the good guy to get inside Jen's pants. But now his arrogant grin returned. He punched me in the arm and said "Don't worry buddy, I'll give you a good show. Pretty soon Jen'll be cumming on my cock." Scott looked at me with a moment of insight. He guessed "You can't make her cum, can you?"

I flushed and Scott knew his guess was right. Jen rarely came on my cock and sometimes she faked it with me to spare my feelings (she'd told me a few weeks ago). For a moment his arrogant smile grew larger. Then his face went serious, although I could tell he was faking it. Pretending to be concerned he wrapped an arm around me and said "I can give you some tips Mike, on how to fuck Jen."

"I don't need any tips!" I hissed jerking away from his arm.

Just then Jen came out of the bathroom. Both our heads turned. She'd brushed her hair to a silky luster and touched up her makeup, including putting on wet pink lipstick (it matched the bustier). She was so gorgeous! And, she'd taken off the skirt. She still had on the pink bustier and put on new stockings (she hadn't put back on the ones from Colin's house). High heels completed the outfit. She was painfully hot!

She didn't notice Scott's smug smile or my glaring at him. She picked up her iPhone and worked the screen. A moment later Billy Idol's "Eyes Without a Face" started playing from her Sexy strip tease playlist.

Jen wrapped her arms around Scott's neck and they kissed. His hands went to her bare ass and I watched as her sexy stockinged leg curled around his muscular calf. 

As they kissed Jen worked on Scott's clothes. Within moments he was completely naked.

Jen turned so her back was pressed against his front. Moving slowly in sync with the music, she moved up and down Scott's muscular body. She reached behind and cupped his hard cock. She gently massaged his balls as she moved up and down his body, making him moan.

Scott wrapped his arms around her. He pushed the bustier down enough to cup her small breasts. He kissed up her neck and behind her ear, and Jen closed her eyes and moaned. He sucked down hard on her neck. 

Jen pulled away slightly, not wanting a hickey. "No marks okay Scott?"

"Yeah, sorry," he said his eyes full of lust. "You're so fucking sexy I can't control myself."




Consequences Pt. 21



Jen turned and beamed at him. "I'm going to give you something special tonight," she said looking into his eyes.

"Yeah, what?" he said grinning.

"You'll see" she said. She walked him to the bed. Then she came to me. "Condom or no condom? Last chance," she whispered. There was urgency in her voice. I sensed at this point she didn't care either way, she just wanted me to decide so she could get Scott's cock inside her.

"I ..." I stammered. 

"You still haven't decided?"

I shook my head. Part of me wanted to end this completely. It made me sick seeing that arrogant ass with his hands on my wife's body. But I was so lost in lust, uncontrolled cuckold lust. The thought of Scott cumming insider her ... Jen pregnant with the baby of a man I despised ... Scott coming to visit the baby and trying to get inside Jen's pants ... god it was all such a turn on!

We wanted to start a family. What if I was shooting blanks? Kill two birds with one stone.

But a baby was a lot more permanent than a hickey. If it was his baby Scott would forever had a right to be in our lives, to be with Jen. What if she fell in love with him? What if, with that love and the baby being his, she left me for him? All of this made me scared and hot at the same time.

I could tell Jen was losing patience. She wanted fucked and I was taking too long to decide. "How about this?" she whispered. "We'll start, and if you say so I'll make him pull out."

"You think you can do that?" I asked worriedly. In the heat of passion, in the middle of an orgasm, she'd be able to make him pull out?

"Do you trust me baby?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"I know what your ultimate fantasy is baby," she said. "We're stopping after tonight, right? Let yourself enjoy it."

"Okay," I said uncertainly. "You'll make him pull out if I say so?"

"Don't wait too long," she warned with an excited grin. 

Then she moved back to the bed, dimming the lights on the way. She got back on the bed with Scott and they embraced. With the lights down it was like watching 2 shadows. "Can you turn the lights up?" I asked.

"It's more romantic this way Mike," Jen said. I felt heartsick. More romantic? With Scott? But I guessed that made sense. If she was going to make a baby with Scott she wanted it to be romantic, not just sex.

"What's going on?" I heard Scott say. I heard a smile in his voice.

Through the semi-darkness I saw Jen wrap her arms around his neck and whisper into his ear. I couldn't hear but I knew what she was telling him. She was going to let him fuck her bareback, cum inside her, let him get her pregnant on purpose. God, I was so hot, if I touched myself I'd cum immediately! So I didn't touch myself, I wanted it to last.

"Are you game?" Jen asked a delighted smile in her voice.

"You're joking right?" Scott said with a duh! laugh. His hands moved to the pink bustier. "Should we take off this?"

"It's yours, you can do what you want," Jen said with a giggle.

"I'm glad we got that worked out," Scott said laughing back. He ran his hands over the silky material, tracing over the stiff ribbing underneath. I sensed him look over at me. "What do you think Mike, on or off?"

"Leave it on her," I croaked out, my throat dry with excitement. I wanted to see him fuck her in it.

"I guess Mike likes seeing you my things," Scott said with a mocking laugh.

"Don't be an ass," Jen said, but she had a smile in her voice.

"I've missed these," Scott said cupping her exposed tiny tits. "Proves good things come in small packages."

"Um ..." Jen said stroking Scott's long thick cock. They both laughed.

"It's true with Mike though," Scott said in a low mocking voice, but I could still hear.

"I said don't be an ass Scott," Jen said, more serious this time.

"Sorry I can't help it," Scott admitted. 

"I know," Jen said with a laugh. She wrapped her arms around his neck and moved her lips towards his. "Kiss me." They kissed. 

Scott rolled Jen onto her back. In the near darkness I could make out movements like that, but I wished for the lights. But I could hear sounds of kissing, Scott's hands over the bustier, whispers and moans.

I heard Jen writhing on the bed. Was Scott fingering her? Getting her pussy ready for his hard cock?

"Don't stop," Jen breathed urgently. She pleaded "Suck my nipples. Oh god, yeah, yeah. Oh goooood!" The bed squeaked as her body jerked and spasmed with her orgasm.

"Are you okay?" Scott said a few moments later.

"Yeah," Jen said still panting. She giggled. "God I needed that!"

Scott pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Soon they were making out and fondling again. Jen moved down his body and took him into her mouth. I heard Scott moan as Jen went down on him.

A few minutes later Scott pulled Jen's mouth off his cock. He rolled her onto her hands and knees. In the semi-darkness I could tell she was facing me. Scott got behind her. This was it, he was going to take her doggy style.

"Do I have to use a condom?" Scott asked. 

"No," Jen said. She leaned on her elbows, her perfect tight ass high up in the air. "Come on, do it," she said urgently. 

Jen cried "Oh god!" as Scott penetrated her with his cock. She whimpered as he pushed deeper into her pussy. To his credit he went slow to let her get used to his size.

Her reaction surprised me. Scott was big, but not as thick as Drums (although he was a couple inches longer). I wouldn't have thought it would be such a challenge for Jen to take him, not after fucking Drums constantly for weeks. But maybe Scott was thicker than I remembered.

"Fuck this feels amazing!" Scott gushed. 

"Yeah, yeah," Jen panted.

"Are you okay babe?" Scott asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Jen said. "Fuck me. But go slow okay?"

I saw movement on the bed. Scott was fucking her, moving in and out of her pussy, going slow.

They were having unprotected sex and she was going to let him cum inside her. Jen wasn't ovulating but those things weren't precise. 

I couldn't put off the decision any longer. He could cum at any moment. Did I really want this? Scott in our life - Jen's life - forever?

But god, the thought of Scott cumming inside her ... Jen LETTING him cum inside her, even though she was unprotected. Inviting him to impregnate her. Breed her ... make her sexy flat tummy grow big with HIS baby.

It was probably safe right? People weren't rabbits. It would only be one time. It would give me a lifetime of beat off material. Jen wanted to stop playing after tonight. This was my last chance to live this fantasy.

Images flashed through my head. Scott fucking Jen all through her pregnancy. She'd resist at first. But he'd have the opportunity, working together and being the biological father. And I'd encourage her of course. She'd have his baby, they'd be a period of no sex while she recovered. And then? I knew what would happen. I'd want Scott to be the first man to fuck her after giving birth to his child. I'd push her to fuck him again. With the barriers broken, I knew Scott would regularly have his cock inside Jen. And they'd develop a deep emotional relationship, because they were buds anyway, and now they'd have the baby to draw them even closer.

My head spun with cuckold lust! 

I couldn't resist any longer. I opened up my pants and began stroking myself. An advantage of the darkness was Scott couldn't see my shaved cock and balls. I stroked myself slow with a light touch because I didn't want to cum too fast.

"God this feels so fucking good!" Scott moaned as he increased the pace of his fucking.

"Harder, fuck me harder," Jen begged, her voice almost a whine.

"You love this, don't you slut?" Scott taunted her. The bed groaned as he rammed her pussy harder and faster. He grabbed her long blonde hair and pushed her face into the mattress, muffling her whimpers.

He must have reached under her and twisted her nipples because she squealed. "Not so hard!" she protested.

"I know you love it!" Scott said with an arrogant grin in his voice. 

She squealed again as he pinched her nipples hard. "Scott!" she whined.

"Not so rough!" I growled.

"Just sit there and play with yourself Mike," Scott derided.

I was halfway out of the chair to jerk Scott off Jen when she said "It's okay Mike, it's okay."

"Yeah Mike it's okay, she loves it," Scott taunted contemptuously. 

"It's okay honey," Jen repeated, trying to soften Scott's gruff dismissiveness.

"Yeah it's okay honey," Scott repeated sarcastically. He laughed, then he pounded Jen harder, roughly mauling her tender tits. Jen whimpered as he abused her body.

That decided it for me. "Enough!" I announced angrily, getting up. I wasn't going to let Scott hurt Jen. "Get off of her Scott!" I ordered.

"Just a second buddy," Scott said, his eyes closed, his face straining. "I'm almost there." He panted, close to cumming.

I did NOT want Jen with his child! He was too much of an ass! "Pull out Scott!" I ordered. "Jen!" She promised to make him pull out if I said so, right?!!

But Jen was too far gone. "Cum inside me Scott!" she cried. "Cum inside me!"

Moments later I heard Scott give a low lustful growl and the bed squeaked repeatedly as he jack hammered into Jen's pussy, cumming deep into her fertile womb.

NO!! She was unprotected! Unprotected!

I lunged towards the bed, knowing it was too late. Scott had cum inside her! I knew he'd just impregnated her!

I whipped the light switch on. As the lights came on I stopped in my tracks.

Scott's cock. He was still hard ever after cumming. He was still inside Jen. 

But he wasn't inside her pussy.

He was inside her ass.

I felt frozen in place, unable to move. I saw his milky sperm leaking out of Jen and over his long thick shaft. But he hadn't cum inside her pussy! He'd cum in her ass!

Panting, Jen reached back and pushed against his chest. Scott reluctantly pulled out of her. She winced as he did so. I watched as he slowly pulled out. His cock was huge, still mostly hard. How had she taken that in her tiny asshole?

Scott tried snuggling her but she wiggled from his grasp. 

"Give me a minute, I'll be ready to go again," Scott said. He rubbed her pussy and grinned. "I want some of this."

"No," I said moving between them. "I want you to leave Scott. Now."

"Seriously?" Scott said glaring at me. "Jen?"

"You heard Mike Scott," Jen said. She leaned into me and hugged my arm. "I'll see you at work, okay?"

Scott glared at both of us. He dressed and moments later he was gone.

"Jen ..." I started to say after he left. But I was speechless.

She sat me down onto the bed and snuggled into my arms. I was still trying to process everything. My head was foggy, the Ecstasy still affecting me. I was confused. What had just happened?

"Can you undo me?" Jen asked. I untied the laces at her back and she wiggled out of the bustier. She kicked off the high heels and pulled off the stockings, dropping everything on the floor. From her suitcase she pulled out my old frat t-shirt. She put it on and rejoined me on the bed, this time facing me. She sat gingerly with her legs underneath her.

"Are you okay?" I asked. She didn't like anal, certainly not with a man as big as Scott.

"I'm fine," she said. She took my hand and kissed it. "Are you okay?"

"I'm not sure," I admitted with a short humorless laugh (probably more like a grunt). I shook my head remembering how she didn't have sex with the Ramones (other than oral), and only let Scott do anal. "This was all a game?"

"I was making your fantasy come true," she said. She smiled apologetically at me. "As true as I could make it."

"I wish you just would've told me you didn't want to do it," I said. 

"You didn't want Scott to cum in me, not at the end," Jen pointed out. 

"No," I agreed. But that was because I hated Scott. If it'd been another man?

Jen read my mind. "Do you really want that to happen?"

I hesitated feeling the turmoil inside me. Finally I said "Probably not." Jen shook her head, grinning at my far-from-definitive answer. 

I hesitantly asked "So all those lingering feelings for Scott?'

Her grin grew wider. "I was just teasing you. You said you wanted this to be like Cancun." 

"So you don't have feelings for him?" I said relief washing over me.

"No honey," she said. "We work together, we had a thing, we're friends sorta. That's all."

"What about Drums?"

Jen shrugged but didn't say anything. I guess she saw the concern in my eyes because she rubbed my arm and said "That just ended baby. It'll take some time, that's all."

"Do you love him?" I asked.

"No," she said looking unsure. "But I do care about him."

"Okay," I said my stomach churning. But I knew it was my fault, I'd pushed her into his arms, into a relationship with him. 

I still didn't understand this weekend. "Why did you do all this?" I asked. "Why didn't you just tell me you didn't want to play anymore?"

"I don't know, maybe I should have done that," Jen said. She looked at me apologetically and said gently "I guess I wanted to teach you a lesson. That things have consequences. I mean, think if Scott really did get me pregnant. Would you want that?"

"No," I said immediately. THAT I was certain of. 

But still ... I felt like how it was when you watch a football game. The Broncos are down by 6 with 1 second left. They have the ball on the Seahawks' 10. Time for one more play, and you want to see if Manning can do it. But then the ref throws a flag and the game is over without Peyton even getting a chance.

Did I want Scott to get Jen pregnant? No, absolutely not. But I HAD wanted him to fuck her bareback. Really fuck her, in her pussy, and cum in her womb. I'd wanted that cuckold thrill, the risk. Now I felt cheated. Deceived too.

Jen was really good at reading my mind. She frowned at me and said "A baby's not a game Michael."

"I'd love the baby no matter what," I assured her immediately. "I'd always be there for you, no matter what."

She smiled at me, beaming into my eyes. "I know." She rubbed my leg and looked apologetic again. "I'm sorry, I thought you'd like it if I made your fantasy sorta true. I guess I shouldn't have done anything."

Now I felt bad, like a selfish ungrateful ass. Jen had gone to a lot of trouble to make things good for me. 

I smiled and said "Last night was so hot. It's a good thing I ran into Darren though, I almost threw myself off a bridge or something after you kicked me out."

"I sent him to you honey," Jen said rubbing my arm. 

"You sent him?" I said surprised.

"Of course I did," she said squeezing my hand. "It was all pretend. Cancun remember? You don't think I'd do those things to you and just let you walk away. Darren watched over you tonight too, after you took the X."

"Oh," I said stunned. How did I not see this? "But you going to see Drums?"

Jen looked down, not answering. That one had been real.

I didn't want to go there, not now. I said "What was with the Ecstasy anyway?"

"Isn't it freaking awesome?" Jen asked with a big delighted smile. She quickly added "I mean, every now and then." (She knew I didn't really approve of drugs, even harmless recreational ones.)

"Yeah but ..."

"It was part of the game," she explained. "I've wanted you to try it anyway."

"That's why you turned off the lights," I said the pieces clicking together. So I'd think Scott was inside her pussy. 

"You are kinda smart," Jen said with a teasing smile.

"What about the hot tub? And Tony?"

"Um ... that wasn't planned," she giggled. "I knew it would turn you on though."

The risk of Colin, Scott and Tony (and their girls) seeing my hairless body. Yeah, that did turn me on. "Why'd you go with Tony if you were playing the Scott game?"

She looked embarrassed. "I've always heard about him, how big he is. When I saw it ..." She giggled, burying her blushing face in her hands. "I'm such a slut!" 

I got it. She couldn't resist playing with him a little. Even after she got pissed at him she wanted to see his big cock cum. "It's okay honey," I said pulling her into my arms. "You're not a slut. I loved every second."

She pulled up from her hands, smiling at me. She kissed me and said "You always make me feel good about myself." She punched my arm and smiled delightedly at me. "So you thought last night was hot huh?" she said referring to my earlier comment.

"Well ... not all of it," I said embarrassed.

"Yeah, uh huh" she said with a skeptical "I know it turned you on" smile. 

I saw Jen had a major cum face on. There was still so much to talk about. But we had the rest of our lives to talk about it. Right now I needed to take care of my wife.

I reached under her shirt and cupped her pussy. She was sopping wet. "This hasn't gotten any attention lately," I said smiling at her.

"No it hasn't" Jen said her eyes glazed over with lust. She reached for my pants, pulling out my cock. "I need this inside me, now," she said urgently.

"It's not very big," I said, my cuckold lusts returning.

"It's big enough," she said as she stroked me. "And so hard." She was right, I was as hard as granite. She said tauntingly, her eyes burning with lust, "You like me cumming on your cock, right? Put this inside me right now and I'll cum all over you."

"I should fuck your ass," I teased. 

"Don't even think it mister," she teased back. 

I roughly threw her onto her back, making her yelp with delight. I yanked open her legs. I so wanted her!

Just then my cell phone rang. I looked at the screen and saw it was Steve.

"Don't answer," Jen begged, pulling me towards her.

"It's Steve, about the Ring," I explained.

"What?" Jen said surprised. "Is something wrong?"

I spoke to Steve for about 5 minutes, the entire time Jen looking at me concerned. I hung up and said "We're having some issues with the Ring," I said. Seeing the alarm in Jen's face I quickly added "I'm sure it's fixable. I just need to get over there."

"Okay ...," Jen said hesitantly. "You can fix it?"

"Yeah, I'm sure I can," I said confidently. It might take some time, but we still had a few weeks before the final Memphis pitch meeting.

"Okay," Jen said relief in her voice. She stroked my cock again, looking at me with bedroom eyes. "You don't have to leave this very moment do you?"

"Not this very moment," I said grinning at her. We kissed, and I moved forward until my cockhead pressed against her pussy lips. I so wanted to be inside her, I missed her sweet pussy.

My cell phone rang again. "God I'm going freaking out of my mind!" Jen yelled frustrated.

I couldn't help laughing. I assumed it was Steve again and I was going to ignore it. But then I saw it was my mom. I frowned. She never called this late.

"It's mom, I better get it," I told Jen reluctantly. I answered the phone and listened. As I listened all the sexual passion drained out of me. A few minutes later I hit end. I guess my face must have turned white, because Jen looked worriedly at me.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"It's Joe," I said feeling dread. "The cancer is back."



Consequences Pt. 22



Mike and Jen hired a sedan and rushed home that evening. The news of Joe's cancer had sobered them both, but they didn't trust themselves driving so they hired a driver.

It was late when they got home. Joe was asleep but Mike's mom and dad were still awake. They'd obviously been crying.

"How bad is it?" Mike asked.

"We spoke to Dr. Calgary," Mike's dad said. Dr. Calgary was Joe's oncologist. "It's bad this time. Joe only has months. Two, maybe three."

"Oh god!" Jen cried her hand going to her mouth. She started to cry. Mike's mom hugged her and started sobbing too.

"Joe's known for some time," Mike's dad continued. "They've been trying holistic treatments. Dr. Calgary, he's had some success. You've met Willow his therapist?"

As Mike said "no" Jen said "yes" through her tears. Mike's dad frowned at the two of them. 

A little later Mike's dad pulled him aside. "Are you and Jen okay Mike?" he asked. 

"Joe said something?" Mike asked alarmed.

"No he didn't say anything," Mike's dad said. He glanced around the apartment. "Your place here. It doesn't look like you and Jen have been living here lately."

"I've been in London a lot, for work," Mike said quickly. "Jen's been ... staying with a friend while I've been away."

Mike's dad nodded but didn't look convinced. "Are you okay Mike?" he asked. "I saw the reports on the news about your Sapphire program."

"I'm fine dad," Mike said. He abruptly left and returned to Jen's side, not wanting to talk about Sapphire.

Later Mike and Jen were snuggling in bed. "I need to go to London," Mike said stroking Jen's long blonde hair.

"You don't have to go Mike," Jen said. "Don't worry about Memphis. Joe is more important."

"There's nothing I can do here," Mike said disheartened. He felt so powerless to help Joe. He couldn't even go see Madam Marie, as she'd passed away a few years ago. At least in London he could do something useful.

"Okay," Jen reluctantly agreed. She truly didn't care if the Ring worked or not, not anymore. Winning Memphis seemed so unimportant now. But she knew her husband. Working on the Ring would help take his mind off Joe. "I'll look after Joe while you're away," she promised. She held back more tears.

Despite the terrible news her body still had cravings. Her pussy ached for attention. She ran her hand down her husband's chest and cupped his cock. "Mike?" she prompted gently.

Mike grasped her hand. "I'm sorry honey, I can't right now," he said. He was too upset about Joe, he wasn't in the mood for sex.

"Okay," Jen said softly, hiding her disappointment. She snuggled into her husband's arms and did her best to fall asleep.

Mike left for London the next morning. Joe was still asleep when Jen was about to go to work. Willow was there.

"Joe told me you and your husband are back together," Willow said.

"We are," Jen said looking around nervously. Luckily Mike's parents weren't there (they were staying in a hotel). Jen whispered "Don't tell Mike's parents we were separated okay?"

"Of course not," Willow said looking at Jen contemplatively. "You're moving back here? Can Joe still stay?"

"Of course, he can stay as long as he wants," Jen said immediately.

"That's good, the holistic treatments are more effective if he's in familiar surroundings," Willow said. 

"You still have hopes for the holistic treatments?" Jen asked.

"Yes of course," Willow said almost eagerly. "The mind and spirit can often overcome failings of the body." The gypsy raised an eyebrow and asked "Your husband will be away for some time?"

Jen nodded sourly. "He's flying to London for work. He'll be away for 2 or 3 weeks."

Willow nodded. She was silent for a few moments, as if thinking. "I have an appointment tonight," she finally said. "You'll do Joe's massage treatment?"

"Um, sure," Jen said hesitantly. 

Willow heard Jen's uncertainly. She smiled encouragingly. "His treatments have a much better chance of success if provided by a loved one. You're his sister. I can tell you're close."

"Yes we are," Jen agreed. She and Joe had always been close, not just as SIL-BIL but as friends. She smiled, more determined this time. "Of course I'll do it."

At work Jen went to see Scott. She closed the door as she entered his office. 

Scott looked up and grinned. "Hey Jen, I've got a great video to show you," he joked.

Jen laughed. "God you're an ass," she said smiling back at him. Then her expression turned to a mix of embarrassment and seriousness. "It was a one-time thing Scott. You won't say anything right?"

Scott stood and walked to the other side of the desk so he was facing Jen. "So you and Mike are back together?" he asked.

"We were never apart," Jen corrected him.

"Okay," Scott said with a "whatever" shrug. He'd heard the rumors about Jen living with another guy, he'd seen Jen's ringless left hand. Now he saw her wedding ring back on her left hand. Whatever, if that was how she wanted to play it, fine, he didn't care. He didn't want her heart. He just wanted her body.

"I feel bad about the other night," Scott said with a grin and clearly joking. "I feel like I didn't take care of you."

"You were fine Scott," Jen said with an embarrassed laughed.

"I pride myself on giving more than I get," he said his grin growing wider. "I didn't give you the big O Saturday night."

"That's okay Scott," Jen said laughing again. "I've gotten enough big O's from you" - she laughed as she said "big O" - "I think I'm still ahead." Jen blushed as she realized what had popped out of her mouth.

Scott smiled playfully and leaned his butt against the desk. "Feel free to even the score anytime."

"Oh, so I should get on my knees right now?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"You know I think that's hot, my boss going down on me," he said grinning lecherously at her. "All those times you sucked me off ..." He lightly caressed across her shoulder and down her arm.

"You'll have to be happy with the memories," Jen said taking a step back away from his hand. "It's not happening again."

Scott looked disappointed and incredulous. "So Saturday night -."

"Was a one-time thing," Jen said completing his sentence. "I want you to promise not to say anything." She knew there were rumors about her and Mike having marriage issues. The last thing she needed were rumors about her and Scott having an affair (again).

"What happens at Colin's stays at Colin's," Scott said with a disappointed shrug, repeating the joke common among the in-crowd at Penn State. "So I WAS just a pawn in Mike's latest game," he said bitterly.

"Don't start Scott, it's not like I didn't warn you," Jen said frowning at him.

Jen glared at Scott. He glared back but after a few moments he backed off. "Okay," he said relenting, knowing she HAD warned him.

Jen left Scott's office. She was fairly certain Scott would keep his mouth shut. On the other hand, she knew Colin and Tony would blabber to everyone, Tony especially given what they'd done together; and what they hadn't done. Oh well ...

She was having second thoughts about moving to Penn State. She knew she had a reputation from the wild times in college and the even wilder times playing the game with Mike. It might be better to move to a place where she and Mike could make a clean start.

After all, the last thing she needed was Colin and Tony hitting on her all the time. That would tempt Mike too much to start playing the game again. And, she admitted, it would tempt her too much too.

God her body craved sex! She'd last gotten it on Thursday with Frankie. In fact, prior to this weekend she'd been getting it regularly from Frankie, usually at least once a day, sometimes more than once a day. Now it was like she'd gone cold turkey. And after all the teasing she'd done this weekend ... God she couldn't wait for Mike to get home! Hopefully he'd come home this weekend.

Later that day Jen's phone rang. She looked at the caller ID. Her heart sank when she saw it was Frankie calling.

"Hi Frankie," Jen said softly on the phone. "How are you?"

"I'm good," Drums said. To Jen's surprise he sounded chipper. "I just met with Artie. Did you hear? Tommy Ramone, the last original Ramones, he died last week."

"Oh, no, I didn't hear."

"There's a lot of interest in our revival band again," Drums said. "Artie's booked some concerts."

"That's good ... I guess," Jen said.

"Yeah, I know, Tommy was the drummer too, it's kind of morbid," Drums agreed. "But this way it'll give me some runway. I'm cutting a solo album. Artie's managing."

"Oh that's so good Frankie," Jen gushed. 

"Anyway, I wanted to let you know I'll be back and forth the next couple weeks, on this mini tour," Drums said. "In case you want to get together."

"Oh um ..."

"I mean, in case you and Mike want to get together with me," Drums said. "We're still friends, right?"

"Of course we are," Jen said.

"I've been thinking," Drums said. "I shouldn't have guilt tripped you. I knew from the start it was all just a game. And you really did help me out Jen. I feel like I have a purpose in life now. Not just waiting for the next party."

"That's really good Frankie," Jen said softly.

"Yeah well, I'll see you around," Drums said suddenly embarrassed.

"See ya," Jen said softly. She hung up and looked out the window, feeling both happy for Frankie and melancholy too.

Jen worked out after work, finally getting home around 8. Joe was sitting on the sofa reading.

"Hey you," Jen said affectionately to her brother. "Have you eaten?"

"Yeah, Willow made me dinner before she left," Joe said. "Sorry for all the drama with Mom and Dad."

"That's okay Joe," Jen said softly squeezing his hand. She couldn't believe he might be gone in just a few months. She felt tears coming but she held them back. She sensed he didn't want people mourning him while he was still alive, as that would make his last few months miserable for him. "I'll invite Mom and Dad to dinner tomorrow," Jen said. She knew they were staying at a hotel because the loft apartment only had 1 bedroom.

"Cool," Joe said sensing her melancholy mood. He changed the subject and cheerily said "Want to watch a movie? I downloaded Looper, it's supposed to be a cool sci-fi time travel movie."

"Sounds like fun!" Jen said forcing herself to be cheerful too. "I'll take a quick shower and then make popcorn."

Jen had done a hard workout and that had purged the horniness from her body. But it was only temporary. Her horniness returned as the hot shower tickled her body.

She needed relief! She adjusted the shower head so it shot out rapid pulses of hot water. She pointed the water at her pussy, using her other hand to rub her nipples. She closed her eyes and fantasized about Scott. She imagined getting on her knees and looking up into his eyes as she went down on him. His fantasy of her - his boss - submissively sucking him off turned her on too (although she'd never admit that to him of course). In her fantasy Scott fucked her face hard, and then bent her over his desk, jerked up her skirt and fucked her from behind, the entire time telling her how much a cheap slut and whore she was. In this fantasy (unlike the other night), Scott fucked her pussy not her ass. That was what she really needed, a big hard cock in her pussy. She came after just a few moments. 

Jen panted after cumming. On shaky knees she returned the shower head to its normal position. Masturbating only gave her partial relief. Her pussy still craved something big and hard. She wished Mike was there. He wasn't too big but he'd be hard and she needed something inside her. She'd have to play with one of her toys after the movie. 

She dried and brushed her hair, then put on a thong, sports bra, yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. Normally at home she wore comfy VS cotton panties, but with Joe there she didn't want panty lines to show in the yoga pants. 

Jen made popcorn and they watched the movie. To her surprise she found herself drawn into it (even though it was pretty violent). Halfway through Joe got his pipe and cannabis extract. "It's part of my therapy," he deadpanned.

"Oh I'm sure," Jen said with a laugh. She took a few hits along with Joe and soon they were both high. 

After the movie Jen said "Ready for your massage treatment?"

"You don't have to," Joe said looking embarrassed.

"I want to, and I promised Willow," Jen insisted. She pointed to the guest room and in a playful stern motherly voice said "Go get ready mister."

"Are you ready?" Jen said through the door a few minutes later. When Joe said yes she walked in. He'd taken his shirt off but still had his jeans on. "Really Joe?" she scolded playfully. "Everything off mister."

Jen turned her back. Joe took off his jeans and shorts, then got face down on the bed, pulling a white sheet over him. He was completely naked under the sheet.

"Better," Jen said after turning around. She pulled the sheet to his waist, revealing his back. She poured oil on her hands and began his massage, kneading his shoulders and neck and moving down his back.

Joe grunted in surprise at the pressure. "Too hard?" Jen asked.

"Uh no, it's fine," Joe said. Actually the pressure WAS too hard but he didn't want to look like a wimp in front of his sister. He was surprised by her strength. She was so slim and petite. On the other hand, he knew she studied dance and worked out all the time. No wonder she always looked so firm and toned. She was way stronger than she looked, and he grunted again as she dug her fingertips and knuckles into his shoulders and back.

Jen heard Joe grunt again and she eased off the pressure, going from deep tissue to more of a Swedish massage. Rather than isolating and kneading individual muscles, she began long medium hard strokes of her thumb and finger tips across his shoulders and down his back. She knew her adjustments were correct as Joe's grunts turned to sighs.

Jen worked on Joe's neck. She turned his head to the side and then stroked down the cords of his neck. It felt so good Joe practically moaned. She paused for a moment, turning to pour more oil on her palms. As she did Joe opened his eyes. Her ass was just a few inches from his face. The stretchy yoga pants looked airbrushed on her perfect tight cheeks. He snapped his eyes shut, willing himself not to get a boner. God that would be too embarrassing!

Jen finished with his back. She pulled the sheet back up until it covered his shoulders. Then she moved down the table. She pulled the sheet from his toes to just below his ass, exposing his legs completely. She worked on his calves, stroking up and down the long muscles.

Jen was impressed by Joe's musculature. He certainly wasn't a body builder, but he had a nice body, lean and hard. His back was the classic V and he had firm shoulders and neck. His legs were particularly impressive, his calves were like steel. But then, she knew Joe did a lot of biking and running.

"Um, can you loosen your legs a little?" Jen asked as she began working on his thighs. Joe complied by opening his legs a little. He felt his sister's fingers run up and down his thighs. She started from his knees and stroked all the way up to just below his ass. Each time she neared his ass Joe knew Jen's fingertips were almost touching his cock. For a moment he fantasized about his sister-in-law's hands continuing their upward journey and then stroking his shaft. Then he immediately forced those thoughts from his head, he did NOT want to get an erection!

Jen moved down to Joe's feet. With her thumbs she stroked down the arch. She smiled when she heard Joe moan. Everyone loved their feet massaged!

After about a half hour, Jen held the sheet up like a privacy screen and said "Turn over Joe.

Joe nervously turned over onto his back. If he got hard now Jen would be able to see. He concentrated on thinking about baseball stats and cleaning stinking fish, anything other than sexual thoughts for his beautiful sister.

Jen put the sheet over Joe, covering him from his neck to his toes. She moved to his head and worked on his neck and shoulders again. She saw he was half hard. She didn't think anything of it. All guys got a little hard during a massage if the masseuse was a girl (no matter what the girl looked like), it was inevitable. However, she knew Joe was probably feeling uncomfortable about it. She got a warm partially moist towel. She folded it into a rectangle and put it over Joe's eyes. This was a masseuse trick, to give the client a feeling of privacy. Then she went back to work on his head, neck and shoulders.

Joe felt better when Jen put the towel over his eyes. It made him feel detached from his body, giving him the feeling he wasn't responsible for what his body did, how his body reacted to the massage. Under the towel he closed his eyes and relaxed, enjoying what Jen was doing to him.

Jen snaked her hands and arms under Joe's back. Then she slowly pulled her arms out, applying upward pressure with her fingertips across the muscles of Joe's back. Jen knew she'd found a technique Joe liked when he moaned, and did it a few more times.

Each time Jen snaked her arms under Joe's back, her bust pressed against his head. A couple of times, focusing on different muscle groups, her bust pressed against Joe's cheek. Being ultra-aware of any serendipitous touches of Jen's body, Joe could feel the edges of Jen's bra pressing against his cheek. He felt his cock stir.

Jen saw Joe's penis twitch under the sheet but didn't say anything of course. Being who she was she couldn't help smiling inside. She loved flirting, she loved guys responding to her. She'd had a flirtation thing going on with Joe for years. Of course this was different, this was therapy. That thought reminded her of Joe's condition. She pushed flirting out of her mind and concentrated on the massage.

She moved to Joe's side and worked on his chest. She stroked across his chest, working on his pecs (which by the way were really nice; not granite hard like Scott or Ricky but definitely well defined). She leaned into the side of the bed as she stroked across Joe's chest. Jen noticed Joe slide his hand over. It was just an inch or two and he did it subtlety, like it was unintentional. 

But Jen knew what Joe was doing. Male clients did it all the time. It was a way for them to touch her. Now when she leaned over she'd be touching his hand instead of the bed. All she had to do was shift a little and she'd be out of range of his hand.

Back when she was working at the St. Regis spa, sometimes she'd let the client have his fun and touch her a little. It was harmless and if the client got a little thrill out of it he might give her a bigger tip (she and Mike needed the money back then, being young and just starting out in New York City). Older men with wedding rings were best for that. They were rich (they mostly had to be, it was the St. Regis after all!) and probably married forever, so touching a pretty young masseuse was probably a big thrill for them. She never told Mike about doing this. It was kinda like being a prostitute, using her body to get bigger tips, and it embarrassed her. It kinda thrilled her too though. 

Jen inwardly shrugged. She continued to stroke across Joe's chest. She didn't shift position so when she leaned over her body pressed against his hand. In fact, his hand was pressing below her belly button just above her pussy. If he wanted a little thrill she'd give it to him.

Shivers of excitement ran through Joe as he felt Jen press against his hand. He shifted his eyes under the towel so he could see where his hand was touching. He was practically cupping her pussy! 

He couldn't stop it now, his cock got fully hard, his erection tenting the sheet.

"Sorry," he said embarrassed.




Consequences Pt. 22



"Don't worry about it Joe, it happens all the time," Jen assured him, adjusting the towel across his eyes so he had no chance of seeing. "We're almost done."

Jen moved to the end of the bed and worked on his feet again. She used reflexology techniques and really dug in hard. She hoped the rough handling would "cure his problem" and make his erection go down. But if anything he got even harder. She knew Mike's feet were an erogenous zone for him. She could always get Mike rock hard by lightly tickling the bottom of his feet. She sighed, realizing Joe must be the same way, just like his brother.

Joe's hard penis was seriously tenting the sheet. It was embarrassing for both Jen and Joe. Jen couldn't help noticing Joe's size. He wasn't super big like Scott and certainly not Tony-Tony. But still he was impressive, noticeably bigger than Mike. This was an area where Joe was NOT like his brother.

"Um, should we stop now?" Jen asked feeling embarrassed for both herself and Joe. "I just have your legs left."

"... I guess go ahead and finish," Joe said. He was embarrassed by his erection - mortified even - but he was enjoying having Jen's hands on him, he didn't want to stop.

"Okay," Jen said. She moved the sheet off Joe's legs, blushing as she doubled the sheet over his erection. The extra weight didn't faze his erection as the tent remained.

Jen moved back to the end of the bed and worked on his legs, starting with his calves. Again she admired his lean muscular runner's legs. 

As she rubbed up and down Joe's calves, digging her thumbs in, Joe subtly shifted, opening his legs a little. That was another trick male clients did. Jen knew some girls from the St. Regis took the bait, venturing a little higher than they should up the client's thighs and brushing across his private parts. That always got a big tip! Jen had never done that one.

It surprised her Joe was using these tricks. But then he was a guy, and she knew he had always kinda had a crush on her. She'd played it up too, flirting with him, so she couldn't blame him.

She started working on his thighs. Her face was pointed right at his erection. She tried to avert her eyes. 

Fuck it. She checked the towel covering his eyes to make sure he couldn't see. Then she took a long look at his erection. She couldn't see details because of the sheet, but it was pretty clear he had a nice one. She felt herself getting moist. She couldn't help it, she was a girl, he was a guy, and Joe had a nice body. And she hadn't gotten laid in a long time. Okay, just a few days, but a lot had happened during that time and she was going out of her mind horny.

She kept her fingers well short of the sheet, not coming close to Joe's privates. Still, as she leaned forward to rub up his thighs, her face came within inches of his erection. Her face felt hot. 

Joe was getting into it too. He was breathing hard, his chest heaving up and down.

Jen was nearing the end of the massage. She had no intention of doing anything naughty. He was her brother after all. But in her horny state, with this impressive manhood just inches from her mouth, she couldn't resist, she did something flirty. 

Rather than rubbing with the flats of her fingers and palms, she ran her fingernails up Joe's thighs. Joe moaned and his penis twitched under the sheet. Jen knew she should stop, but she couldn't help herself, she was too much of a flirt. She ran her nails from Joe's outer thighs to his inner thighs, right around his knees. 

Then Jen applied a little outward pressure so Joe opened his legs a little more. She paused for a moment, lightly digging her nails into his inner thighs at his knees, her eyes on the tent formed by Joe's erection. Joe held his breath, feeling exposed before his sister (even though his erection was completely covered by the sheet).

At this point Jen wasn't thinking. Her eyes still locked on the tent, Jen slowly - slowly - ran her pink, manicured nails lightly up Joe's inner thighs towards his erection. 

Jen stopped just as her fingers touched the sheet. But it didn't matter, Joe was too far gone. Suddenly he groaned and his body lurched as he came, the sheet getting all wet with his ejaculation.

"Oh god!" Jen cried coming to her senses. She pulled her hands away and turned the other way, averting her eyes. She felt mortified realizing what she'd done. "I'm sorry!"

"It's okay, it's okay!" Joe said feeling just as embarrassed. He pulled the sheet around him and scrambled off the bed, standing as far away from Jen as possible while still being in the same room.

"Um, sometimes that happens," Jen said. It was a lie, that'd never happened to her. But then, she'd never caressed a client like that before.

"Yeah, sure," Joe said hurriedly, not looking at Jen. Jen wasn't looking at Joe either. 

"Um, I guess I'll let you go to sleep," Jen said moving to the door.

"Yeah, I'll see you tomorrow, thanks for the massage," Joe sputtered out, hurriedly closing the door behind Jen.

Later in bed, Jen lay still, breathing hard and looking up at the ceiling. She felt horrified by what had happened, but her body tingled with desire. She couldn't help it, she'd already been horny and the massage had only heightened her passion. 

She'd caught a glimpse of Joe's penis as he came, his lurch momentarily throwing the sheet off and revealing his manhood. He wasn't too long (maybe 6 inches) but thicker than normal. Being with Frankie she'd developed an appreciation of girth over length. And Joe's shaft appeared to be heavily veined, menacing looking, something that always turned her on.

But Joe was Mike's brother! She'd always been close to him. Not so much a brother-sister relationship, more like platonic friends. Although that was how she'd started with Frankie, platonic. Then ...

"Stop!" she told herself. The game was over and this was Joe!

She wanted to pull out her toys and play with herself. God she needed fucked! But she was afraid of where her fantasies might take her with the image of Joe's impressive manhood still fresh in her mind. God she hoped Mike would come home this weekend! She rolled to her side and drifted off into a restless sleep.

Jen left for work early the next morning, not wanting to face Joe. She called Joe's parents at their hotel and invited them to dinner. After hanging up, Jen started thinking it might be better if Joe moved to his parent's hotel.

"How's the Ring?" Jen asked Mike later on the phone.

"It's fixable," Mike said. "But it's going to take a lot of work. The Memphis data flows are huge, we're having to rewrite a lot of the code. I'll probably have to work through the weekend."

"Can't Steve handle it?" Jen said trying to keep the desperation out of her voice. She needed Mike home, she needed fucked!

"He's managing the data interface team, I'm working on the core algorithms," Mike explained. "The entire team is working 24/7."

Jen sighed, resigning herself to no sex this weekend. It was hard. For weeks she'd gotten fucked constantly by Frankie and his beautiful, super thick penis. She'd never gotten that much constant sex in her entire life. Her body had gotten used to that and it'd ramped up her already high sex drive. 

Now, suddenly, nothing. It was like her body was going through withdraws.

"I'm thinking it might be better if Joe stayed at your parents' hotel."

"Why?" Mike asked a frown in his voice.

"Um, I thought Joe would be more comfortable being close to your parents," Jen said.

"Mom and dad will probably go home soon, you know how dad is, he hates being away from home," Mike said. "I'd feel a lot better if Joe's at our place with you. Is he a lot of work?"

"No, Joe's no trouble," Jen said. Forcing a smile into her voice she said "Of course Joe can stay at our place baby, he can stay as long as he wants." 

After hanging up with Jen, Mike was tempted to hack into Sapphire. But no, he decided to stick with his plan.

At that moment, Sapphire's Liberty routines (the government's surveillance software inside Sapphire) were spying on American citizens, tracking, recording and analyzing their movements and activity on the Internet. Liberty's data was used by DHS, FBI, CIA and NSA to identify potential terrorist groups operating within the United States.

Unbeknownst to the government, the condition-based routine Mike embedded into Sapphire flickered to life. The routine was rigged to activate if it detected illegal spying by Sapphire. The routine activated and silently worked in the background, performing the tasks Mike had programmed months ago back in Paris when Jen was with Alex.

Jen left work early and went to the grocery market. When she got home she was relieved to see Mike's mom and dad already there. Willow was there too. Jen wasn't ready to be alone with Joe, and she was a terrible cook. She was glad to have mom and Willow there to help with dinner.

In fact, mom and dad spent most of their time fussing over Joe. That left Jen and Willow alone in the kitchen.

"Joe told me about the massage last night," Willow said with an amused smile. Jen flushed red and the gypsy woman laughed good-naturedly. "Don't worry, it happens sometimes when a pretty young girl massages a man."

"It's happened to you?" Jen asked.

"Well, I'm not young anymore, and I was never as pretty as you," Willow said. "But years ago, yes. Don't be embarrassed. Just remember, you're helping Joe."

"Do you think he has a chance?" Jen asked concerned.

"Quality is what matters, not quantity," Willow said with a mysterious smile. "We'll all die someday. What matters is not when Joe dies, but the quality of his life until then. That's my purpose with Joe, to help enrich his life. That's what you want too, isn't it Jen?"

Willow gave Joe his massages the rest of the week. On Saturday Jen went shopping with Mike's mom. "Dr. Calgary is hopeful about Joe's holistic therapy," mom said brightly while they had a coffee at Starbucks. "I trust him, I feel like Joe has a chance no matter what the tests say."

"That's so good mom!" Jen gushed squeezing her mother's hand. 

Suddenly mom broke out into tears. "What's wrong?" Jen said worriedly.

"I'm sorry," mom said wiping the tears with her hand. "It's just ... even if Joe beats this, all the treatments, they've hurt him."

"What do you mean?" Jen asked.

"All the chemotherapy," mom said looking heart-stricken. "Joe's sterile. He can never have children."

The next week Willow was away. She asked Jen to handle Joe's massage therapy.

Jen agreed, although she was nervous about it. Joe was nervous too. He masturbated three times that day, hoping to quench his passion and avoid getting a boner during the massage.

Jen and Joe had an awkward dinner. Neither of them talked about the upcoming massage, in fact they hadn't talked much at all since the other night. Jen eagerly agreed when Joe offered his cannabis pipe, she could definitely use a hit to take the edge off.

"Ready?" Jen asked with a forced smile, and they each got ready. Joe went into his bedroom. He undressed and got face down on the bed, pulling the sheet over him. Jen put on a similar outfit as last time, form-fitting yoga pants, sports bra and a loose top. Again because of her vanity she wore a thong to avoid panty lines. 

"Ready Freddie?" Jen said affectionately running her fingers through Joe's hair. 

"Yeah," Joe said into the mattress (he was lying face down). 

Jen began working on his neck and back. Looking down Joe had a clear view of her pretty feet (she was barefoot). Her toes were painted the same pink as her fingernails. As she leaned forward to reach his lower back she extended on her tiptoes and he saw the elegant arch of her slim feet. Like Mike, Joe had a thing for legs and feet. He felt himself stiffening.

Also as Jen stroked from Joe's shoulders to his lower back, her soft blonde hair fell over his head, tickling down his neck and cheeks. "Sorry," Jen said. She stopped for a moment and put her long blonde hair into a high ponytail.

"That's okay," Joe said, relishing the silky lush feel of her long thick blonde hair, and the vanilla strawberry scent of her shampoo.

Thirty minutes later Jen held the sheet up like a privacy screen as Joe rolled over. As he settled on his back he parted his legs slightly and shifted his hands to the sides of the bed. Despite beating off earlier he had a raging hard-on, tenting the sheet. 

Jen noticed of course. What could she do? She wasn't trying to turn him on. Like last time, she folded a towel and placed it over his eyes.

She moved to the dresser to get more oil. Her hands were slippery so she dropped the bottle. Joe turned his head. He looked under the towel as she bent over to get it. The T of Jen's thong peeked above her yoga pants. They were pink and lacy. His cock got even harder.

Joe turned his head back and fixed the towel over his eyes. Jen turned and moved to the side of the bed to do his chest. His hand was at the side of the bed. She could shift to the side but then he'd know he was busted and get embarrassed. Jen decided it was better to pretend any contact was accidental.

She rubbed across his chest, working on his pecs. Again she was impressed by the muscular definition of his chest. As she stroked across his chest, she leaned into his hand. Once again his hand pressed just above her pussy.

Joe watched from under the towel. He had a sudden desire for her pussy to press against his hand. Throwing caution to the wind he shifted his hand slightly so his fingers dangled over the edge of the bed.

Jen noticed the movement of course. "Okay, now Joe's being bad," Jen thought. But why did it matter? She wore pants and panties. It wasn't like he'd be able to feel anything. Jen decided to go with it. She continued to rub Joe's chest. Each time she leaned over her pussy pressed against his hand. Jen told herself, "If Joe moves his hand I'll stop," but Joe didn't move his hand.

Joe's head was spinning. "I'm touching her pussy!" he thought to himself. His cock was so hard!

Jen finished with Joe's chest. She moved the sheet up to his shoulders. Then she moved the sheet off his legs, folding it over his waist (and the tent formed by his erection). She went to the end of the bed and began working on his feet, then moved up to his calves. After finishing with his calves she began on this thighs. She rubbed up and down, using her thumbs to dig into his inner thighs as she stroked up and down. 

Jen's touch wasn't electrifying like the other night when she'd scraped her nails up and down his inner thighs. But still, just having her hands on him got his heart beating hard. He felt close to cumming. He didn't want to cream the sheets again, that would be too humiliating. He said "Maybe you should stop."

Jen heard the pain in his voice, the pain of needing sexual release but knowing he wasn't going to get it. "I'm sorry about last time," Jen said continuing to massage his thighs.

"It was an accident," Joe said. "I didn't even ..." He stopped alarmed by what he almost said.

"What?" Jen asked. "You didn't what?"

Joe hesitated, then he sputtered out, "It was an accident, it didn't feel like a sexual thing."

Jen slowly nodded, understanding coming to her. Yes, Joe had cum, but without stimulation on his penis it had been like a ruined orgasm. He'd gotten no pleasure from it, just frustration. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't worry about it, I can take care of myself," he said with a laugh.

"You don't have - um - a friend?" Jen asked. Every single guy (especially a cute guy like Joe) had at least one friend with benefits, right?

Joe pulled the towel from his eyes and leaned up on his elbows. He looked at Jen. "I told you, girls see me as damaged goods."

"You're not damaged goods Joe," she assured him, squeezing his knee. 

"Yeah right," Joe said sarcastically with a bitter, ironic laugh.

Jen felt like she'd put her foot in her mouth. Of course he was damaged. He was going to die.

Willow's words came back to her: "What matters is not when Joe dies, but the quality of his life until then."

Jen looked into Joe's eyes, she saw the pain there, the desire, the desperation. She knew it was wrong, a mistake, but ... 

She moved from his feet to his side. "Maybe I can be your friend Joe," she said in a low voice. His eyes went wide as her hand disappeared under the sheet.

"You don't have to do this," Joe said nervously.

"I want to," Jen said. Joe's face contorted and he groaned as her soft hand went around his hard cock.

"Oh god," Joe moaned as Jen began to slowly stroke his shaft. "It feels so good!"

Jen stroked him faster. Precum seeped from his cockhead, but his shaft was still dry. She poured some oil on her palm and then began stroking him again.

It felt even better now! God, it felt so good! Lust in his eyes, out of control, Joe reached towards Jen's breasts. Jen immediately pulled away. "No Joe," she chastised him.

"I'm sorry!" he said immediately, embarrassed by what he'd intended.

Jen didn't blame him, she knew how it was to lose control. He looked embarrassed and ashamed, she felt sorry for him. She remembered Willow's words again, and thought "He's dying."

Jen smiled at him and said "That's okay." Still smiling at him (not sexily but affectionately), she crossed her arms and pulled off the loose shirt. His eyes grew wide seeing the sports bra. She smiled inside. Joe had seen her often in a bikini. But you call it a "bra" instead of a "bikini top" and all of a sudden it's naughty and sexy, like seeing something you weren't supposed to.

"We'll keep it this way, okay?" she said to him, meaning she wasn't taking anything else off. 

"Okay," Joe agreed not taking his eyes off her bra and practically salivating. 

Jen saw the hunger in his eyes. Impulsively she said "You can touch me."

"Really?" Joe said like an excited young boy.

Jen giggled, charmed by his boyishness. That naiveté had always attracted her, it was something she liked about Frankie and Mike. Mike ... 

She tried not to think about her husband. She started this, she needed to finish it.

She moved closer to Joe. "Go ahead," she whispered, reaching under the sheet and stroking him again.

"God ..." Joe moaned feeling Jen's hand around his cock again. He was close to cumming but he forced himself to hold off. He wasn't going to pass up the chance to touch his sister.

He reached his hand up and cupped Jen's breast. He squeezed it. He felt her nipple under the soft bra cup and rubbed it with his thumb.

Jen began breathing harder. A big hard cock in her hand, a cute guy fondling her breasts, her pussy already desperate for cock. She was turned on too.

"God I'm cumming!" Joe shouted, his body tensing.

"Yeah Joe cum!" Jen said encouragingly, stroking him harder and faster.

As Joe's orgasm hit his hand jerked, pulling her bra down. Whether intentional or by accident her breasts were now exposed to Joe's eyes. As the orgasmic pleasure shot through his body Joe groped and squeezed Jen's naked breasts.

Jen felt the milky warmth of Joe's ejaculation covering her hand as she continued to stroke him through his climax. She bit her lip to stifle a cry of pain as Joe roughly squeezed and pinched her nipples as his body shuddered and jerked. 

Joe finally stopped cumming. They looked at each other, both of them panting. Jen pulled her hand back, wiping Joe's cum on the sheet.

She took a step back, her cheeks flushed. "Um ..." she began, then she stopped seeing Joe's eyes on her breasts. She looked away from him, not able to meet his eyes, and demurely fixed her bra so her breasts were covered again.

"Thank you," he gushed, looking contented and satisfied.

"Don't tell Mike, okay?" she said. 

"I won't say anything," Joe promised.




Consequences Pt. 22



Jen nodded uncertainly at Joe. Then she left and went to her bedroom.

At that moment at the CATF, Colonel Banks was in a meeting with the Secretary of Homeland Security, the Director of the FBI, and the head of the NSA. "Liberty's a success" the NSA director announced proudly. "Based on leads from Sapphire, we've already shut down a terrorist cell operating in Seattle."

"You've also arrested over a dozen American citizens who turned out to be innocent," the FBI Director pointed out, frowning. 

"They weren't arrested, they were held for questioning," the NSA Director corrected. "No civil rights were violated."

"Liberty IS a violation of civil rights!" the FBI Director said with frustration.

"Liberty is giving us good information" the Secretary Taylor said shutting down the conversation. "We've never had information like this before. The President fully supports Liberty." The NSA Director looked triumphantly at the FBI Director.

Secretary Taylor turned to Colonel Banks. "Anything new to report about Andrews?"

Colonel Banks shook his head. "He hasn't hacked into Sapphire since before Liberty went live."

Secretary Taylor frowned. "He still concerns me. Continue to monitor him, closely. Liberty is too important to national security. We cannot allow Mike Andrews to interfere with Sapphire."

In her bedroom, Jen undressed. Her nipples were hard, her pussy throbbing. Her panties were soaking wet.

She got into bed naked. Her hands stroked her breasts, ran down her flat tummy. She circled her clit with her finger.

She needed relief! She got out her favorite toys, a dildo and a vibrator. The dildo wasn't huge like some of her lovers (Scott, Frankie). In fact it was similar to Joe, although not as thick. She ran the head of the dildo up and down between her pussy lips. She pushed the dildo in, it went in with just a little pressure (she was so wet!).

She used one hand to slowly move the dildo in and out. With her other hand she played with her breasts, her sensitive nipples. She closed her eyes. She tried fantasizing about Scott, about Colin, about Frankie. Anyone but Joe. 

Nothing worked and she got frustrated. Then she thought about Jamie, her young boy toy in Miami. She remembered that time, the threesome with Jamie and Larry. She fantasized about that as she moved the dildo in and out of her. Yeah, that worked. As she got close she grabbed the vibrator. She turned it on and rubbed it against her clit as she fucked herself with the dildo, getting closer as she re-played that threesome with Jamie and Larry. 

She'd taken Larry's virginity. God that was so hot! Sweet too, but so hot. And Larry. 

Larry was Jamie's brother. 

With that thought Jen had a massive orgasm.



Consequences Pt. 23



Author's notes:

There a really hot scene in A Love Song for Bobby Long where Scarlett Johansson gets fingered. You probably can get in on Youtube. That was the inspiration for a scene in this story where Jen gets fingered.

The story Jen tells Joe about Mr. Hayden is true. Well, sorta. I guess I'll say, it took place in high school and it involved her favorite teacher. I won't tell you how old Jen really was (but it was all entirely consensual). It took Jen until after we were married to tell me. It's haunted me/turned me on ever since then. To my regret/relief I've never met Mr. Hayden (that's not his name of course). Jen's "thing" with him was the inspiration of my story "My Husband, My Life" but the story didn't really go the way I wanted. Maybe someday I'll take another shot at it. Anyway, people ask what Jen's motivations are/what makes her tick. Well, the real Jen is very sensual. She has a big sex drive, then and now. She was kinda wild before we met, and ashamed about it. All of that's fueled my fantasies (I was into the hotwife/cuckold fantasy before we met, although it wasn't until I was with Jen that I was really able to articulate it - instead I'd just get really turned on whenever my girlfriend (whoever it was at the time) got hit on or guys checked her out). But her embarrassment/shame at what she did in high school and college (before we met) keeps her from doing anything for real now, even though she knows my fantasies.

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Mike worked around the clock on the Ring. He focused mostly on the core algorithms but also helped Steve manage the data interface team. It was a lot of work, the team was going all out 24/7. Mike was glad for the work, because it helped take his mind off Joe.

Mike was working late one night when his cell phone rang. It was Jim.

Mike hesitated and considered not answering. Part of him wanted to end his relationship with Jim and Stacy. What they'd done - purposefully allowing another man (Darren) get Stacy pregnant was an incredible turn on. But Mike knew it was an unhealthy fantasy. It might work for other people like Jim and Stacy, but it wasn't right for him and Jen.

In the end, Mike answered the call. He couldn't resist.

"Darren texted Stacy and said you were here," Jim explained after Mike picked up.

"You're letting Stacy talk to Darren?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I told you remember?" Jim said. "Stacy and I are closer than ever, I told her it's okay to talk to Darren again."

"Oh yeah," Mike said. Now he remembered. Although the last time he'd seen them his attention had mostly been on Stacy's hookup with Jamal. Speaking of which...

"How's Jamal?" he asked.

"Brilliant," Jim said, excitement in his voice. "Let's get a pint and I'll tell you all about it."

"Stacy has a date with Jamal tomorrow," Jim said later in a smoky pub. "She sees him once or twice a week, sometimes three times."

"Wow, that's a lot," Mike said his cock growing stiff. They paused as the waitress served them two mugs of room temperature ale.

"It's better when Stacy's seeing just one boyfriend instead of a lot of guys," Jim explained. "That works better for us."

"I get that," Mike said with a nod. That was how he and Jen preferred it too. "So Jamal's Stacy's boyfriend?"

"Not boyfriend like you and Jen do it," Jim said with a chuckle. He got serious and said "It's dangerous, what you do. Emotions and all that. That was the problem with Darren. You have to be careful Mike."

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "We've stopped playing."

"Seriously? What happened?"

Mike didn't feel up to telling the whole story. Instead he just said "It's like what you said. Jen got too close to her last boyfriend."

"Drums right?" Jim asked. 

"Yeah," Mike said. "It started getting complicated."

Jim nodded slowly, thinking about how Mike and Jen played their game. "I see how it can be hot," he said. "Dangerous though."

Mike laughed good-naturedly. "Like what you do isn't dangerous," he said.

"We're demented," Jim agreed with a laugh back, and they clinked glasses. "It's my ultimate fantasy though." After a moment he added "We're thinking about doing it again. With Jamal."

"Are you serious?" Mike said shocked, his cock so hard it hurt.

Jim nodded. "Stacy's really gotten into black men. Darren was her first and now she's hooked. She can't get enough of Jamal. It really turns me on too. Seeing his black hand on her white skin. When she goes down on his big black cock. It's so hot!" 

"Do people know? How will you do it?"

"We're still keeping it quiet," Jim said. "We'll do it like last time. After Stacy's pregnant, we'll disappear for a year, get jobs in Australia or something like that. When we get back we'll tell everyone we adopted another black baby."

"Dannika looks mixed," Mike pointed out.

"And Stacy's nursing Dannika, it's hard to keep people from noticing," Jim said. His face flushed with excitement. "People suspect. I think they know. Honestly Mike that turns me on too. People knowing a black man got Stacy pregnant. That she cuckolded me, really cuckolded me."

"Yeah..." Mike said, his voice growing dry with excitement.

"We're going to talk to Jamal tomorrow," Jim said. "You know, go over the rules. If he's okay with everything, Stacy will go off the pill."

"That's really hot Jim," Mike gushed. "I envy you."

Jim grinned excitedly at Mike. He asked "So you're really not playing anymore?" 

"I'd like to keep playing," Mike said. "Jen wants to stop."

"Why?"

"It's too hard on her emotionally," Mike explained.

"That's your problem Mike, you and Jen take it too far," Jim said. "Look how Stacy and I do it. Of course she has an emotional bond with Darren, and she'll have one with Jamal too. That's natural and we both get off on it. But Stacy isn't dating Jamal, she's hardly ever alone with him."

"I don't know," Mike said with a shrug. "Jen can't help it, getting attached, to her sex and emotions go together. And that's a big part of it for me."

They were silent for a few moments. Then Jim asked, "So, did Jen ever hook up with Scott?"

"Yeah, last weekend, it was kind of our last hurrah," Mike said. Knowing what Jim wanted to know, he said "She didn't make him use a condom, but he didn't cum inside her." That was true, Scott didn't cum in her pussy.

"But Jen's not on birth control right? So since he was inside her without a condom there's a chance he got her pregnant."

Mike didn't feel up to telling Jim the whole story. He said "Maybe, but I doubt it."

Mike was beside himself with lust when he got back to his hotel. He wanted an orgasm, and he wanted to be talking to Jen when he came. He called her up. Like always, his heart leaped when he heard her sweet voice.

"Hi baby, I'm missing you," Jen said.

"I miss you too," Mike said. "How's Joe?"

"Oh um he's okay I guess," Jen sputtered out. She worried Mike would hear her nervousness but he was so horny he didn't notice.

"Thanks for taking care of him," Mike said. "It means a lot to me, knowing you're with him."

"Of course baby," Jen said in a small voice, feeling guilty and ashamed.

"I got a beer with Jim tonight," Mike said.

"Oh so now you're super horny!" Jen said with a laugh. She was relieved, they could talk about this and not Joe. "You're playing with yourself aren't you!" 

"What are you wearing?" Mike asked. He WAS playing with him, slowly stroking his cock.

"Oh my god," Jen said giggling. "You've got to stop talking to Jim it gets you too horny." 

"Come on."

Jen decided to play along. It was better than talking about Joe. And she felt like she owed Mike after what she'd done with his brother. 

"I'm still at work you know," she said. "I'm wearing a blouse and skirt. And high heels, the ones you like, the Christian Louboutin black pumps. You know, the ones with the red soles."

"Yeah I like those, they show your toes a little. They call that toe cleavage you know."

"Yeah, you've told me that," Jen said giggling again. "I'm wearing stockings too. No garter belt though, sorry cowboy."

"Are you wearing a bra and panties?"

"Um, yeah!" Jen said with a "hello!" tone of voice. She giggled again. "It's not like I'm playing, I'm at work!"

"Tomorrow I want you to wear a garter belt, and no bra or panties," Mike said as he slowly stroked himself.

"You're crazy," Jen said giggling again.

"I like thinking about you turning on all the guys," Mike said.

"You're so bad," Jen said a smile in her voice. As girls do, she turned their talk from sexual to romantic, saying "You think about me a lot baby?"

"I think about you all the time, I love you more than anything," Mike gushed.

Jen smiled. "Well good, keep it that way mister," she said. "I love you too Mike, I really miss you. When will you be home?"

"It might not be until the final pitch," Mike said. "I'm sure we can fix the Ring but it's a lot of work."

"Okay," Jen said resignedly. No sex for two more weeks! She wasn't sure she could make it! She'd fly to London but she needed to take care of Joe. God Joe... Her heart sank thinking about what she'd done with him. 

"Tell me something sexy," Mike said as he continued to slowly stroke his cock. "Have you spoken to Scott?"

"Yeah, I told him it was a one-time thing, it wasn't happening again," Jen said. 

Mike frowned. That was like a cold shower! "What about Colin? Have you heard from Tony?"

"They text me, there's another party this weekend at Colin's," she said with an incredulous laugh. Turning serious she said "I'm not sure about moving to Penn State honey. Colin and his friends party there all the time."

"Afraid you'll be tempted?" Mike joked.

"I'm afraid you'll be tempted mister," Jen said with a scowl. Then she admitted "I guess I'd be tempted too. We have to stop playing Mike, it's not good for us."

"Okay," Mike agreed reluctantly.

"You sound so disappointed," she said with an ironic laugh, hearing his reluctance.

"We both like the game so much," Mike said.

"We need to grow up Mike," Jen said. "We want to start a family, right?"

"Yeah...," Mike said. After a moment's hesitation he said "I think about you and Scott. It would've been so hot..."

"Mike we've talked about that," Jen said exasperated.

"I know, it's just... you know honey, if it turns out I can't have children -."

"We don't know that," Jen interjected.

"I'm just saying, if it turns out I can't," Mike said. "I want you to get pregnant naturally."

"God Mike you're crazy," Jen said.

"Scott's a bad choice, I get that," Mike said. "And it can't be someone complicated, like Drums or Tom."

"Are we really talking about this?" Jen said with a sigh.

"I'm just saying it could work," Mike insisted. "Jamie and Alec, they would work."

"God Mike stop," Jen said. "I don't want you talking to Jim anymore. It makes you go crazy."

"Just think about it okay?" Mike said. They both were silent for a few moments. Then Mike asked "Have you spoken to Drums?"

"Just once, he called me," Jen said. "He seems okay, he's doing a record with Artie."

"Okay," Mike said hesitantly. "I'm not saying you can't... I mean, I'd rather you didn't talk to him."

"I'm not honey," Jen assured him. "I didn't call him, he called me."

"Okay," Mike said. "It's just..."

"I know baby," Jen said gently. "Don't worry okay? I'm not going to see him." 

"But do you want to see him?" Mike asked his insecurities flaring up.

"Mike stop," she said softly. "It's over with Frankie, okay baby? I'm over him."

"Okay..." Mike said. But was she really? They'd only recently broken up. He'd pushed them together, but they'd gotten closer than he expected.

Wanting to change the subject, Jen smiled mischievously into the phone and said "So you want to hear something sexy? I teased barista boy today."

"Who?" 

"You know, Joey at the Starbucks across from my office."

"Oh yeah," Mike said a smile coming to his face. "The 19 year old."

"I guess," Jen said with a laugh. "I don't know how old he is. He's definitely eye candy."

"You're bad" Mike said with a laugh.

"Allie's worse than me, she practically drools whenever she sees him," Jen said laughing back.

"I thought Allie's committed to Darren."

"She is, but that doesn't mean she's dead," Jen said laughing again. 

"So you two are good again?" Mike asked, remembering the tension he saw between Jen and Allie at Colin's party.

"She has her good days and bad days," Jen said with a shrug. "We're going wedding dress shopping tomorrow."

"Have they set a date?"

"Sort of," Jen said. "They think they found a church."

"I never thought of Allie as a getting-married-in-a-church kind of girl," Mike said smiling.

"She's more traditional than you think," Jen said. "You know she really likes you Mike."

"Yeah right," Mike said skeptically. He doubted Allie would ever like him. They were too different, she was the wild super popular girl and he was the demented math geek. Also he'd taken her wingman (Jen) away, she'd never forgive him for that. An uneasy truce was probably the best he'd ever get from Allie.

Jen sighed. She knew her husband had major insecurities about the "populars" thing. He didn't appreciate all his good qualities. Although, that was something else she loved about him, his modesty.

Wanting to change the subject, she giggled and said "So do you want to hear about barista boy or not?"

"Yeah, tell me."

"Are you still playing with yourself?"

"Yeah," Mike said, slowly stroking himself. He'd gone half soft talking about Allie, but he'd get hard again fast. "Joey, right?"

"Joey, barista boy, shaggy, whatever," Jen said giggling again. "He's hot, that's all that matters."

"And young," Mike pointed out. "You like them young, like Jamie."

"Um, Jamie had something else I liked," Jen said with another girlish giggle.

Mike laughed. He asked excitedly "So does barista boy have that too?"

"Well, I don't have first-hand knowledge," Jen said with a laugh. "But he fills out his jeans really nice."

"Yeah?" Mike breathed excitedly.

"Yeah baby, really nice," Jen purred seductively.

"So what did you do?"

"You know he calls me no-whip Jen?" Jen said with a mischievous tinge in her voice. "He squirted whip cream on my wedding ring again."

"Yeah? Did you lick it off?" Mike asked excitedly. In his mind's eye he imagined barista boy cumming all over Jen's wedding and engagement rings, and her licking it off.

"No, I used a napkin, it was crowded," Jen said with a laugh. "He kept checking me out, so when Allie and I sat I let my skirt ride up. He couldn't take his eyes off me!"

"Do you think he saw your stocking tops?"

"Um, I think there's a good chance of that," Jen teased. In fact, she knew she'd flashed her stocking tops at him (and barista boy wasn't the only guy who noticed).

"I love it when you flirt," Mike said as he stroked himself. He cock was rock hard and he was close to cumming.

"I know you do," Jen said giggling.

"It wasn't too long ago Drums was fucking you all the time," he pointed out. When Jen didn't answer he said "Right?"

"I guess," Jen said guardedly. She knew Mike was sensitive about Frankie, he'd shown that just a moment ago. Where was he going with this?

"I bet you miss it, all that sex," Mike said. "I bet you're so horny you're going crazy."

"I'm horny because you're in London and I'm in New York!" Jen said pouting.

"Don't lie, I can't give you what you need," Mike said.

"Don't start Mike," Jen said.

"I'm just saying, if it gets too much for you, I'm okay if you want to hook up with barista boy," Mike said excitedly.

"Oh my god Mike," Jen said exasperated. "You know, I'm not that much of a slut. I can go 2 weeks without sex."

"You're not a slut baby," Mike quickly assured her. "You're really sensual and I love that about you. I want you to be happy. You were getting it a lot from Drums, you got used to that. It's not like your body has an off switch. I know you have needs. I don't want you to go without. I want you to be satisfied."

"Mike...," Jen whined. "The game's over, remember?"

"This would just be sex," Mike pressed. "Like with Alec and Jamie. We can go back to you saying who and when. That worked, right?"

"You're not going to stop, are you?" Jen said. She added sarcastically "And I guess I'll stay off the pill, and Alec and Jamie won't use condoms, right?"

"Don't get mad baby," Mike said. "I just want you to be happy. Just think about it okay? I love you honey. I want to give you everything."

Jen's heart melted. She knew what he was saying was self-serving because he loved the game, but she also knew he meant it when he said he wanted to give her everything. Because he HAD given her everything.

"Okay, I'll think about it," she finally agreed in a soft voice. 

"Thanks baby," Mike said excitedly. She agreed to think about it! Maybe the game wasn't over!

He was still stroking himself. "Can you tell me something? I'm almost there."

"What do you want to hear?" Jen said a smile in her voice.

"Something that turns you on," Mike said breathing hard.

"Besides barista boy?" Jen said with a giggle. Then her mind flashed to Joe. She felt guilty, she knew it was wrong, but...

"I know," she said. "I've actually been thinking about Jamie lately."

"Oh yeah?" Mike said excitedly.

"Not just Jamie, Larry too," Jen said excitedly. "God Mike, I had a threesome with 2 brothers!"

"Is that why you did it?" Mike asked stroking himself faster.

"When Jamie told me Larry was his brother, and he was a virgin, I had to have him!" Jen admitted gleefully.

"And Larry made you cum too!" Mike said his heart pounding.

"Of course he made me cum, there was no way he wasn't going to make me cum! He was a virgin AND Jamie's brother!"

"Ugh god!" Mike groaned as his orgasm hit. 

As Jen listened to Mike's breathing return to normal, she got worried. It was stupid to bring up Jamie and his brother Larry, Mike was super smart, he'd make the connection to Joe.

"God that was incredible," he gushed. "What turned you on more baby? That Larry was a virgin, or Jamie's brother?"

"Um, no comment," Jen teased, forcing a giggle. She needed to change the subject but her mind was suddenly blank.

Mike saved her from herself when he said "Are you playing with yourself honey? Do you want me to tell you a fantasy?"

"Um, I can't, I'm at work remember?" she whispered. "I'll take a cold shower later," she added with a giggle.

"You don't have to baby," Mike said. "I meant it about barista boy."

"I know you did," Jen said. "I'll think about it okay?"

Jen was breathing hard after hanging up. Her nipples were hard and her pussy ached. Mike knew her so well. Her body HAD gotten used to the regular, incredible sex with Frankie. And her body didn't have an off switch. She craved sex. She needed it!

Flirting earlier that day with barista boy... thinking about Jamie and his brother Larry... the wicked, naughty thing she'd done with Joe.

She felt terrible about what she'd done. Part of the shame was from being so turned on by the situation. But why shouldn't it turn her on? Guys got turned on by the fantasy of sisters. Why shouldn't she get turned on by the fantasy of brothers? 

The Jamie/Larry brothers fantasy clearly got Mike hot too. But would he think the same about Joe? Thinking about it, Jen was pretty sure he would be okay with it. Maybe not at first, but she could turn him around. Joe only had a little time left, she was taking care of him. Mike WANTED her to take care of him. It was like mercy sex. Mike would understand, she was sure of it. It WOULD turn him on, she was sure of it, he was so kinky.

She felt guilty for not telling Mike. Although she didn't feel like she was cheating. In her mind, it wasn't cheating because she INTENDED to tell him. Eventually. She couldn't tell him now, not over the phone. She needed to tell him when they were sitting next to each other, that way she could hug and console him (and seduce him too) if he got upset. She knew she was manipulative, but what of it? She'd always used her pretty looks and sexy body to get what she wanted. Every girl she knew did the same thing.




Consequences Pt. 23



At that moment her iPhone buzzed. It was a text from Willow: "I have an appointment tonight, can you do Joe's massage treatment?"

Jen hesitated before answering. She'd mostly avoided Joe the last few days, since the hand job. But how could she say no? She texted Willow back, "Sure, I'll take care of him."

Jen brought home Chinese food for dinner. "Hey you," she said to Joe as she unpacked the white boxes.

"Smells good," he said. 

"Healthy too, steamed tofu and vegetables, and white rice," Jen said. The foods were all on Joe's "healthy diet" list Dr. Calgary had given her.

They didn't talk as they ate, an awkward silence between them. Joe seemed just as uncomfortable as Jen after the other night.

Jen didn't like the awkwardness. She liked Joe. He was her brother, and more than that, her friend. And he didn't have much time left.

"I'm doing your massage treatment tonight," Jen said finally breaking the silence. "Willow's busy."

"Maybe that's not a good idea," Joe said with a frown. "I've been thinking I should move to a hotel. Or maybe go with mom and dad when they go home."

"Don't do that Joe," Jen said concerned. "Mike wants you here."

"He wouldn't if he knew what happened the other night," Joe said with a humorless laugh.

Jen looked at Joe, thinking. After a few moments she made a decision. She said "You don't know that." 

"What do you mean?"

"Mike and I... we're swingers," Jen said. She saw the shock on Joe's face, and the million questions. She didn't want to get into it, so she said "It's kind of complicated. The point is, I can do what I want with who I want, and Mike is okay with it."

"Wow," Joe said shocked. "So when you were with that guy, Frankie -." 

"Mike and I were never separated," Jen explained. "It was just part of our... our lifestyle."

"Wow," Joe repeated, the amazement written all over his face.

Jen squeezed his hand. "The point is, I'm pretty sure Mike would be okay with what happened the other night."

"Seriously?" Joe said skeptically. He suddenly looked concerned. "You're not going to tell him, are you?"

"I have to tell him Joe, when he gets home," Jen said. She squeezed his hand again. "Don't worry, it'll be okay, I know how to handle him."

Then she grinned and playfully punched him in the arm. "So let's go mister, time for your massage."

As before, Jen wore yoga pants and a loose t-shirt. When she went into his room Joe was face down on the bed, the sheet covering him from his shoulders to ankles. She knew he was naked underneath.

She started with his neck and shoulders and worked down his body. As usual she worked on him for 30 minutes while he was face down, but it all seemed a prelude to when he turned over onto his back. The tension in the room seemed to increase the closer they got to that mid-way point in his treatment.

Finally she pulled the sheet up, making it a privacy screen. "Okay Joe, turn over," she said softly.

Joe turned over and Jen covered him with the sheet. Jen looked down at his mid-section. He was hard again. His erection tented the sheet. There was a small wet spot from his precum.

Jen broke her eyes away from his crotch. She looked at his face. He was looking at her.

She got a towel to cover her face. But he stopped her. "Not this time, okay?" he said.

"Okay," Jen said. They locked eyes. Jen smiled at him and affectionately brushed his hair with her hand. "Oh Joe..." she said feeling sad. He was dying!

"It's okay Jen," he said.

Jen nodded. But it was like someone else controlling her body. She pulled the sheet off his chest. She ran her fingertips along his well-defined biceps and pecs, his hard abs. "Your body's really nice Joe," she said admiringly. 

Then she started to weep. He DID have a nice body. On the outside. Inside, the cancer was killing him.

"It's okay Jen, I've made my peace with it," Joe said, brushing the tears from his sister's cheeks. "Can you do something for me Jen? Can you take off your top?"

Wiping away the tears, Jen nodded. She crossed her arms and then pulled the t-shirt off. Then she reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She let the bra fall off her arms, joining the t-shirt on the floor.

Joe's breath caught as he stared at his sister's naked, perfect breasts. "You're so perfect," he gushed.

"Don't tell Mike," Jen said, feeling Joe's eyes eating her up. She never understood it. Her breasts were so small, nothing like Allie's, yet guys always feasted on them.

"I won't," Joe said, tearing his eyes off Jen's breasts and looking into her eyes. "I promise."

Jen nodded, sealing their secret. She pulled the sheet off Joe completely, eliminating any pretense this was a massage. 

Jen swirled her tongue in her mouth. Then she licked her palm, making it wet with her saliva. She wrapped her hand around his shaft and began stroking him, using her spit as lubrication.

"Can I?" Joe said breathing hard, his hand moving towards her chest. 

"Yeah, okay," Jen said. With that permission, Joe cupped and kneaded her soft perfectly shaped breasts.

Jen's eyelids got heavy and her breathing deeper as he rolled her nipples between his fingers. "You like that?" he asked seeing her reaction.

"Yeah," she said. "My nipples are really sensitive." But then she realized she'd crossed a line. "Let's keep this about you, okay?" she said giving him a weak smile.

"It's just... it makes me feel good you're turned on too," Joe said, blushing.

His innocence warmed her heart. "I told you Joe, you're really cute, and you have a nice body. You touch really nice. And THIS is really impressive." She smiled and lightly squeezed his thick cock.

He smiled back, clearly pleased by her compliments. He was breathing hard. She knew he was about to cum.

"Jen, can I kiss you?" he said between gasps.

Jen shook her head. "We better not Joe," she said. In her mind, this was still therapy. If they kissed it would become more than that. Then she'd really feel like she was cheating on Mike.

"Can you move closer?" Joe asked.

Not wanting to rebuke him again, Jen took a step closer. Joe wrapped an arm around her and groped her tight dancer's ass. "I've always wanted to do this," he said with an almost apologetic smile.

Jen nodded, giving him permission. What he did next was unexpected. He reached into her yoga pants so now his hand was on the bare skin of her ass cheeks (she was wearing a thong). 

"Joe..." she said, but she could tell he was close to cumming so she decided to let him play. She quickened her pace as he groped her ass with one hand and her breasts with the other. 

"Ugh god Jen!" he cried as he came, his ejaculation so strong it hit Jen's tits and neck.

"Wow," Jen said afterwards, impressed by the strength of his ejaculation, and they both laughed breaking the tension. Joe pulled his hands away from her looking embarrassed. He covered himself with the sheet. Jen pulled up her yoga pants and wiped her neck and chest with her t-shirt, at the same time covering her breasts.

"I guess I better let you get some sleep," Jen said backing away.

"Yeah," Joe agreed. As Jen was about to close the door he said "Hey Jen?"

"Yes?" she asked looking back at him.

"Thanks," Joe said appreciatively. 

Jen gave him a warm smile. Then she left.

"God nothing fits," Allie said disheartened. It was the next day and Jen was helping her with wedding dresses.

They were in a private salon and wedding dresses were all around them. Allie was nude except for a thong and heels as she tried on dress after dress.

"I'm so fat," Allie lamented. 

"No you're not!" Jen said with a laugh. 

"Yes I am," Allie said, glumly looking at herself in the big 3 way mirror. She looked sideways and then over her shoulder at her ass. "God Darren is going to dumb me, I'm a fat cow."

"You're crazy!" Jen said with another laugh. But Allie HAD gained weight, not just in her tummy but also her hips and behind. Allie didn't work out like Jen, relying instead on her good genes. That strategy wasn't working so well now that she was pregnant.

"I AM fat Jen, look at me," Allie said pinching her hips and ass. "I've still got months to go, what will I look like after I have the baby?"

"Maybe you should exercise a little honey," Jen said gently. "And watch what you eat." Jen knew Allie had the worst diet, burgers and fries were staples. Before it didn't matter, she could eat anything and never gain weight, but again it wasn't working that way anymore now that she was pregnant.

Jen promised herself she would keep exercising and watching her diet when she finally got pregnant. She wanted to keep her tight sexy body. For Mike, but also for herself. Her looks meant a lot to her. She knew it was vain but she couldn't help it. She never wanted to be one of those girls guys said "remember when she used to be hot?"

Trying on wedding dresses took most of the morning. "I don't know why we're doing this," Allie said at one point, frustrated. "I'm getting so big nothing will fit a month from now anyway. Maybe we'll have the wedding after the baby comes."

"Seriously? You want to wait that long to get married?" Jen asked with a frown.

"We've talked about eloping to Vegas to get married," Allie whispered. "My mom would kill me so don't say anything, okay? But then we could have the wedding anytime. You and Mike will come right?"

"Of course we will!" Jen said smiling back. It was a good idea. No bride wanted to be fat and pregnant in her wedding pictures.

Jen met Joe for dinner. They needed to talk. At first there was the awkward silence again. But after a couple of drinks they both started to relax.

"You know, I've had girl friends," Joe said. "I don't want you to think I'm a loser."

"I don't think that Joe!" Jen said with a laugh. They paused their conversation to order another round of drinks, a Cosmo for Jen and a Jack and Coke for Joe.

"When was your last girl friend?" Jen asked.

"It's been a while," Joe admitted. "I've dated some." He shrugged and gave a nervous embarrassed laugh. "All the meds I take. It's hard to have a steady girlfriend if I can't perform."

"But - I'm not sure I get it," Jen said, a blush appearing on her cheeks. Was Joe saying he couldn't get hard? But he always got hard. He got hard easy. Too easy even.

"It's not all the time," Joe said feeling uncomfortable. "With you, I mean, you're gorgeous." He gave the embarrassed shrug again. "Let's face it, the situation's pretty hot."

Jen was glad the restaurant was dark, or else Joe would see her blushing furiously. A married girl jerking off her brother. Yes, that was definitely hot!

"How about you, do you think it's hot?" Joe asked.

"You really expect me to answer that?" Jen said with a nervous laugh. "God Joe it's incest."

"It's incest-lite because we're not blood related," Joe said with a laugh.

"Oh, that makes me feel soooo much better," Jen said rolling her eyes and laughing back.

"Do you feel like you're cheating on Mike?" Joe asked.

"I told you, we swing," Jen replied.

"So, are you like me then? That this is super hot?" Joe pressed, his eyes boring into Jen.

After a few moments Jen said "I've been with brothers before. Yeah, I think it's hot."

Joe's jaw dropped, awestruck. "You've been with brothers? I always thought you were so sweet -."

"I am sweet you jerk!" Jen said playfully hitting him.

"Sorry, you know what I mean!" Joe said laughing. "And Mike - I mean, he's Mike my little brother, I can't believe he swings."

"He's the kinkiest person I know," Jen said giggling.

"So tell me some of the things you've done," Joe asked wearing an intrigued, lustful grin.

"I really shouldn't," Jen said.

"Come on, at least tell me what happened with the brothers," Joe said grinning.

After a moment Jen said "We were in Cancun..." She giggled nervously. "I had a threesome with two brothers." She shrugged. "That's it."

"Where was Mike?" Joe asked eagerly. He joked, "With their sisters?" 

"He was there," Jen said. "Mike likes watching me with other men."

"Oh," Joe said, the pieces clinking together. "Actually that makes sense."

"It does?" Jen asked with another nervous laugh.

"Not that you guys swing, I'm still processing that," Joe said laughing back. "It's hard imaging Mike with other girls. I mean, he's Mike my little brother!" Joe laughed again. "He's not superhot like you."

"I think Mike's superhot," Jen said, although she smiled clearly appreciating Joe's compliment.

"Okay, well, I'm glad you think that, he's your husband," Joe said and they laughed.

"So, um, when was your last girlfriend?" Jen asked.

"About 3 years ago," Joe said.

Jen's eyes went wide. "So for 3 years you haven't -."

"Yeah, I've pretty much been a monk," Joe lamented. He shrugged. "My last girlfriend, Cindy... half the time I couldn't get it up. All the meds, they screw everything up. But she took it personally, like there was something wrong with her. It was a lot of drama. After that, it was easier being alone."

"I'm sorry Joe," Jen said, feeling sorry for him. No sex for 3 years?

Their drinks were empty. "One more round?" Joe asked eyeing Jen mischievously.

"Okay, but that's it, I'm already tipsy," Jen said with a laugh.

When they finally got back to the loft apartment they were both swaying from too much alcohol. "How about a hit?" Joe asked holding up his e-sig and clear liquid cannabis extract.

"Twist my arm," Jen said, giggling and reaching for the e-sig. She took a long drag and then Joe did the same. They went back and forth and soon were feeling no pain, both tipsy from alcohol and high from weed.

"Does Mike smoke weed?" Joe asked.

"Not really," Jen said. "I mean he does sometimes, but he doesn't like it like me. For me it's like chocolate." She giggled. "I shouldn't have said that. I guess I like it too much. I don't use anything stronger though. Ecstasy sometimes."

"I've never tried Ecstasy," Joe said.

"God it's freaking amazing!" Jen gushed. She blushed realizing she was admitting too much. Embarrassed she said "I need to stop talking."

Joe laughed. "So tell me something else you like."

"Forget it cowboy, I've already said too much."

"Come on, tell me," Joe insisted, poking her in the side.

Jen squeaked and jerked away. "Hey!" she cried.

"I never knew you were so ticklish," Joe said grinning.

"I hate being tickled" Jen said with a pout.

"Okay," Joe said eyeing her mischievously. "So I guess you're going to hate this!" Joe pounced on Jen tickling her sides and the back of her thighs. Jen squealed and tried squirming away but Joe held her tight and kept tickling her, both of them laughing, Jen playfully hitting his chest and arms.

When he finally stopped they were both panting. "You jerk," Jen said but she was smiling at him. Then she realized Joe's hand was cupping her breast, caressing her.

"Joe, stop," she whined.

"I don't want you to think it's just the situation," Joe said looking into Jen's eyes. "It's you. You're so hot. I've always thought so. That's why I can get hard."

"Well, um, I see that," Jen joked. Joe was hard and his erection was pressing into her stomach. "Wait," she said. Joe was laying awkwardly on top of her. She stood up while he remained on the sofa. She stepped out of her flats, then she unbuttoned her blouse. Her bra was next. She looked down at his crotch. The tent looked even bigger.

"God Jen..." Joe said lustfully, his eyes dancing from her pretty face, her small perky tits, her sexy flat tummy.

Jen smiled at him. She moved towards him, between his legs. She got on her knees. She unzipped his jeans and took out his cock. Then she went down on him.

"Oh god," Joe groaned as he felt Jen's sexy hot mouth envelope his cock. His head rolled back as he felt her soft tongue run up and down his shaft.

Jen bobbed her head a few times, then she took him out of her mouth. She studied his cock as she continued to stroke it. The skin was soft and unblemished, the head was like a big mushroom. It wasn't too long, maybe 6 inches. But the shaft was really thick, she needed both hands to hold him right. A thick vein ran up each side. 

She heard Joe say "How do I compare?"

She looked up. She blushed when she saw he was looking at her. "Sorry," she said with a weak smile.

"That's okay," he said smiling back. "How does it compare?"

Jen knew he wasn't asking about just Mike, but all her lovers. "It's beautiful Joe," she said honestly, continuing to stroke him up and down. 

"I'm not sure a guy likes being called beautiful," Joe said with a laugh.

Jen grinned. "You've got a real man's cock," she said. She giggled. "Better?" Joe grinned at her and they shared a smile.

Jen reached back and twisted her long blonde hair into a loose bun to get it out of the way. As she did Joe cupped her breasts. "These are beautiful," he said.

Smiling at Joe, she lowered her head and took him back into her mouth.

He didn't last long. When he came Jen made sure to swallow every drop.

"I'll be right back," Jen said getting up. She went into her bedroom and put on a t-shirt to go along with the mini-skirt she still wore. When she came back out Joe had pulled up his pants. She sat next to him.

"Did you enjoy that?" she asked smiling at him.

"Are you kidding?" Joe joked. They both laughed. Joe picked up the e-sig. There was a little more cannabis extract in the reservoir. "One more for the road?" he asked with a grin.

"Sure," Jen said. They each took a hit. Jen closed her eyes as the weed washed over her. She felt Joe's hand on her thigh and she opened her eyes.

Joe ran his hand up her thigh. She grabbed his wrist just as his hand disappeared under her skirt.

"I want to make you cum," he explained.

"I'm fine, really," Jen said.

"Come on, let me," he insisted. 

They locked eyes for long moments. Then finally Jen let his hand go. 

Joe moved under her skirt. Jen raised her butt as he pulled down her thong panties. He looked at them for a moment. They were soaking wet.

His hand disappeared under her skirt again and he cupped her pussy. She leaned back into the sofa as he said "You're really wet." He used his thumb to stroke her. Jen closed her eyes and her mouth formed a small O.

She grabbed his wrist again, this time to adjust where he was touching her. "Yeah," she breathed as now he was rubbing right over her clit.

"Does this feel good?" he said looking into her pretty face.

"Yeah... yeah," she said. She pulled up the t-shirt. "Suck my nipples Joe."

Joe eagerly took one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched her back as he sucked and licked her. "Yeah Joe, yeah, just like that, oh god yeah, yeah, oh god, oh god, oh shit I'm going to cum..."

Jen's body jerked as her orgasm hit. Joe rose from her tits and covered her lips with his. Jen reflectively wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed and traded tongue as the orgasm ripped through her body.

As Jen's orgasm subsided they broke the kiss, both of them panting. Joe's hand still covered Jen's pussy.

"Um..." she said slightly moving away.

"Oh, sorry!" Joe said, immediately pulling his hand away. His fingers were wet from her love juices.

Feeling awkward and uncomfortable, Jen pulled down the t-shirt and skirt. "That was really good Joe," she said and gave him an awkward kiss on the cheek. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said, then hurried into her room.

As Jen disappeared into her room Joe licked his fingers. God she tasted so good!

It took a long time for Jen to fall asleep. She lay in the darkness, looking up at the ceiling. "What am I doing?" she kept asking herself.

She was taking care of her brother, her friend, THAT was what she was doing. He was dying. She was making his last days better.




Consequences Pt. 23



But she couldn't rationalize it away anymore, she was cheating on Mike. With his brother! But she WOULD tell him. She just didn't want to do it over the phone. And wouldn't all of this get Mike hot? Yes, he'd be upset at first. But he'd be really turned on too. 

Mike wanted her to hook up with barista boy. But wasn't this better? It meant something. She was helping Joe. Mike wanted her to take care of him. Okay, he hadn't meant this way. But she WAS taking care of Joe. Wouldn't Mike be grateful after he got used to the idea?

It was just mercy sex. But was it really? It'd started that way. But Joe had just played with her, and she'd liked it. He'd make her cum, and it was a good orgasm too. And she'd kissed him. She couldn't really say it was mercy sex anymore. 

Mike wanted to keep playing the game. Didn't this qualify? Maybe this proved something. Maybe she did need the variety of other men. Maybe they should keep playing. 

Jen had a restless sleep, all these issues still unresolved in her head. She left for work early, not wanting the awkwardness of seeing Joe. 

"You look like shit," Allie said as she bopped into Jen's office.

"I didn't get much sleep," Jen said with a grimace.

"Everything okay?" Allie asked.

Jen wished she could spill her guts to Allie, it would be so good to talk this out with someone. But their friendship was on an upswing again and she didn't want to risk that. "Everything's fine," she lied.

Occupied with her own life, Allie didn't notice Jen's lie. She lowered her voice and said "We've decided to elope. Right after the final Memphis pitch. You and Mike will come?"

"Of course we will!" Jen said excitedly. 

"I'm thinking about resigning after," Allie said hesitantly. "Darren's making a lot of money with Sapphire -."

"I'm thinking the same thing," Jen whispered back.

"Seriously?" Allie said surprised, forgetting for a moment her own situation. "You're such a go-getter, I always figured you for managing partner someday."

"I need a break," Jen said. "You know we can't both leave, at least not right away. If we win Memphis we have to get it going, we owe everyone that."

"I know," Allie said with a grimace. "But after a few months?"

Jen thought about it. "Yeah, that should work," she said.

Later that morning Jen's iPhone rang. It was Drums. "Hi Frankie, how are you?" she said hesitantly, not knowing what to expect.

"Everything's great, we're in LA on our tour," Drums said enthusiastically. He laughed. "Artie's calling it our revival tour. Can you believe it?"

Jen laughed back. "So everything's good?" she asked, happy everything seemed to be going good for him.

"Everything's great!" Drums gushed. "This morning I'm going to a studio with Artie to cut a single. With the Ramones hot again, Artie thinks there's a good chance it'll get serious radio time."

"Oh god Frankie that's so good!" Jen gushed.

"But listen, can you do me a favor? Right now the world knows me as one of the Ramones. I could really use some marketing to beef up my image as a solo performer too. Can you help?"

"Um, yeah, I can help you," Jen said hesitantly. She quickly added "I have to ask Mike, okay?"

"Sure, definitely," Drums said without any hesitation. "After LA we shoot over to Chicago, then next week we're back in New York. Maybe we can meet then."

After lunch Jen called Mike. "Hi baby," she said. 

"Hi honey," Mike said. "How's Joe?"

"Um, good," she said awkwardly.

"Thanks for helping with Joe's treatment," Mike gushed. "Mom told me you're helping when Willow's busy. Thanks for doing that. It makes me feel better you're there with him."

"Um, of course baby," Jen said. "He's an easy patient." Wanting to change the subject, she asked "How's it going over there?"

"We're almost done fixing the Ring," Mike proudly announced. "We made major progress last night."

"Really?!" Jen said excitedly. "Can you come home?!"

"I just need to check a few things," Mike said. "But this weekend, I think so."

"Oh that's so good!" Jen gushed. "I miss you so much Mike!"

"I miss you too honey," Mike said. He grinned. "So, have you seen barista boy lately?"

"God you have a one track mind," Jen said with a laugh. 

Mike laughed back. "Have you thought about it? For us to keep playing the game?"

"Actually I have," Jen said. In a soft voice she said "Maybe I'd like to do that."

"Really?" Mike said, surprise and delight in his voice. He excitedly asked "Do you have someone in mind?"

Jen hesitated. She was tempted to tell Mike - she desperately wanted to tell him - but she didn't want to do it on the phone. "Let's wait until you get home, okay?"

"Okay..." Mike said hesitantly. He knew Jen better than anyone. In fact, they both knew each other so well it was like they could read the other's mind. "Jen, you already have someone, don't you?" 

"Mike... let's wait until you get home," she said.

Mike heard the guilt and anxiety in his wife's voice. "Baby, it's okay with me if you've already hooked up with someone. It wouldn't be cheating on me. I WANT you to hook up with him. So don't feel bad, okay?"

It was like Mike had just lifted a huge load off her shoulders! He'd said exactly the right thing, and it was like sunshine breaking through the clouds and beaming onto her!

She started to cry. "I love you Mike," she said through tears. "I'm a terrible person. You're too good for me."

"No you're not baby," Mike assured her. "You're my goddess remember? It doesn't matter what you do, nothing will ever change that."

"Okay," Jen said in a small voice, smiling and beaming into the phone even as the tears flowed down her cheeks.

"So you'll tell me when I get home?" he asked excitedly.

"I'll tell you everything," Jen promised.

Jen heard voices in the background. Then Mike said "I've got to go honey, we're about to run some tests."

"Okay," she said wiping the tears away with her hand. Then she remembered her call with Drums. "Oh um honey? Frankie called. He's doing an album. He asked if I could do some marketing for him."

"Oh..." Mike said.

Jen heard a lot of worry and anxiety in that one word. "I'm not thinking about getting back together with him," she assured him. "He called ME baby. It would just be a favor."

"Okay," Mike said. "Then I guess it's okay."

"Are you sure? I won't if you don't want me to."

Mike didn't want Jen to think he was a jealous wimp. "Yeah definitely, it would be good to help him," he said forcing the anxiety from his voice.

Jen nodded into the phone. She said "Baby, don't worry about Frankie, okay?"

As Jen was about to leave for work she got a call from Willow. "We're meeting with Dr. Calgary to go over Joe's latest tests," the gypsy woman said. "Can you meet us?"

When Jen arrived at Dr. Calgary's office Willow and mom and dad were already there. Jen could tell it was bad news from the look on the doctor's face.

"Joe's not getting better," Dr. Calgary said. "He hasn't responded to the holistic treatments."

Jen started crying. So did mom and Willow. "How much time does he have?" dad asked, visibly trying to hold back tears.

"Not long," Dr. Calgary said looking glum. "A few weeks. Tomorrow I want to start a series of chemo treatments."

"Oh no!" mom cried, new tears falling down her cheeks. She remembered how in the past chemo had ravaged Joe's body.

"It's Joe's only chance," Dr. Calgary said, although he looked just as disturbed as mom.

As the group broke up Willow pulled Jen aside. "Thank you for taking such good care of Joe."

Jen eyed the old gypsy woman. She suspected Joe had told her everything. Jen shrugged. Why did it matter? "I didn't help any," she lamented.

"You don't know that," Willow said.

"You think Joe still has a chance?" Jen asked skeptically.

"I've told you, a rejoicing spirit can often heal a failing body," Willow said. She affectionately brushed her hand across Jen's cheek. "You've been very good to him. Thank you."

Jen blushed. Joe had definitely told her!

Suddenly Willow looked ill. "Are you alright?" Jen asked worriedly.

"I'll be fine," Willow said with a weak smile. 

Jen helped Willow sit down. Willow took Jen's hand. She studied it as she did before, like a palm reading. "You'll be fine too, eventually," the old gypsy woman told Jen. Willow smiled but there was sadness in her eyes.

Jen sensed the sadness was for her, not Joe. "What's going to happen to me Willow?" she asked worriedly.

"Sweet Jennifer," Willow said with a kind smile, again brushing her hand across Jen's face. "You'll be happy again, take comfort in that."

"What do you mean Willow?" Jen said urgently. "I'm happy now."

Willow smiled at Jen again, but the smile was filled with sadness. "Remember Jennifer, follow your heart," she said enigmatically. "Always follow your heart."

Jen went home, distracted by Joe's condition and Willow's prophesy. As she entered the loft apartment she saw Joe was packing. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"I don't want to overstay my welcome," Joe said. "Mike's coming home soon, right?"

"This weekend," Jen said. "But you don't have to go Joe, we have lots of room." When Joe looked skeptically at her, she said "It'll be fine Joe, Mike will understand, he'll be okay with what we did."

"I check into the hospital tomorrow," he said giving her a shrug. This was the real reason he was moving out. "Dr. Calgary's going to use pretty aggressive chemo."

"Oh," she said, realizing what he was saying. The chemo was going to be so "aggressive" he'd have to stay in the hospital instead of going home. Her heart ached at what he was facing. Painful chemo. And then, most likely, death. She felt like crying. 

"Don't be sad," he said. He smiled encouragingly at Jen. "Come on, you're taking me to dinner. How about it?"

Jen forced a smile. "Sounds like fun. Maybe we can see the Guardians of the Galaxy movie after." She wasn't really interested in the movie but she knew Joe (like Mike) would be into it.

"Cool!" Joe said enthusiastically. "I'll grab a shower and we can go." He disappeared into his room and Jen heard the shower come on.

Jen considered changing. She was still in her work clothes, a dress and high heels. But she didn't feel like it. She didn't feel like anything. All she could think about was the terrible future facing Joe. Devastating chemotherapy that would ravage his body. Most likely, he'd be bed ridden for the rest of his life. The chemo would do that to him. If the cancer didn't kill him, the chemo would. It would ruin his body.

His wonderful body.

Jen heard the shower turn off. She heard Joe moving in his bedroom. 

She found herself walking towards his bedroom. She found herself opening his door. She found herself stepping into his room.

"Jen?" Joe said looking at her. He had a towel around his waist.

"I don't really want to see the Guardians movie," she said softly, walking towards him. 

"Oh, do you want to do something else?"

"Yeah," Jen breathed. She hooked her finger in the towel and pulled. The towel fell to the floor. "I want to do something else."

She took a step closer, moving her hand down and cupping his balls. She could feel his penis against her wrist, rapidly getting hard. "I want you to make love to me Joe," she said looking into his eyes.

Their heads moved towards each other and they kissed. Jen pressed her tongue into his mouth. Their tongues danced. 

"Unzip me Joe," Jen panted as they continued to make out. Joe's hands went to her back. He was clumsy about it, but he managed to unzip her dress. "Pull it down," Jen said. He did, pulling the dress off her shoulders and down her arms, and the dress fell to the floor.

Joe took a step back to look at Jen. She wore a lacy pink bra and matching panties, nude thigh high stockings and black ankle strap high heels. "God Jen..." Joe gushed as he admired her tight, sexy body.

Jen moved back to him, wrapping her arms around his neck. They kissed again, Joe's hands all over her body. His cock was hard as granite and pressing against her tummy.

They moved to the bed. Jen moved down his body and took his cock into her mouth. Joe groaned as her soft sexy mouth enveloped his shaft. 

Jen wanted to give Joe a little head, but didn't want to risk him cumming in her mouth. She moved back up his body and melted into his arms, kissing again. They explored each other. Jen let Joe do whatever he wanted, touch her anywhere he wanted.

She kissed up his neck. Then she breathed into his ear "Take off my panties Joe."

Joe pulled Jen's thong panties down her long, shapely legs. Then he kissed up her slim sexy legs, moving from her ankles to her knees and then up her inner thighs. He'd always admired her gorgeous legs, he couldn't believe he was actually doing this!

He kissed up to her pussy. For a moment he stared at her lustfully. She was completely bare, no hair anywhere, her skin so soft and smooth, tanned, and completely unblemished. She looked like a Playboy centerfold!

He moved closer to her pussy. "You don't have to Joe," Jen said.

"I want to," he said, and he tentatively licked up and down between her slim tight pussy lips.

Jen closed her eyes and allowed Joe to part her legs. She loved getting eaten out! Most of her lovers never did this. They were all well-endowed men who thought their big cocks were all a girl needed. She wasn't surprised Joe was doing this, she knew he'd be a considerate lover.

"I want to make you cum," Joe said licking up and down her slit.

"Okay," Jen said her breathing getting heavy. "Can you..." she said as she reached down and adjusted his head. "Yeah, right there..." she moaned as he was now flicking his tongue over her clit.

Joe wasn't too good - nothing like Mike! But she felt an orgasm approaching anyway. Her brother was eating her out! There was no way she wasn't cumming!

"Yeah Joe, yeah, don't stop..." she moaned. Then she came, crying "Ugh godddddd!" 

"You're so sexy when you cum!" Joe gushed looking up at her.

Panting, Jen smiled at him. But inside she felt unfulfilled. Joe had stopped licking her as her orgasm hit so she got more frustration than pleasure, it was like a ruined orgasm! "That was so good!" she lied. She didn't blame him of course, he was clearly inexperienced, he didn't know.

"Come here cowboy," she said smiling at him. Joe moved up her body and they kissed again. His cock pressed against her tummy, he felt so big and hard!

Jen snaked her hand between them and gripped his shaft. "Are you ready?" she asked beaming into his eyes.

"Yeah," Joe moaned his eyes rolling up into his head at the touch of Jen's small soft hand.

Jen reached over into the nightstand for a condom. "You have to wear this baby," she said.

"I do?" Joe said looking disappointed. "You know, I ah -."

Jen knew he was probably infertile from past chemo treatments. But she couldn't take a chance, her cycles were like clockwork and she was definitely ovulating, her most fertile time of the month. "I can't risk it honey," she said gently. "What's wrong? It'll still feel good."

Joe blushed, clearly embarrassed. "The last time I had sex... it was a while ago... I couldn't stay hard when I wore a condom."

Jen smiled understandingly and tenderly stroked his cheek. Then her smile turned sultry and teasing. "Hmmm, that sounds like a challenge. I guess I'll have to work harder to keep you excited." 

She pushed him onto his back. She ripped open the foil package with her teeth and took out the condom. "This is my trick," she said smiling teasingly at him. She pulled her long hair to one side. Then she put the condom in her mouth. She adjusted it with her tongue, and then she lowered her head onto Joe's crotch. She took him into her mouth, and as she did she rolled the condom onto his shaft. She got it down a couple inches. That was as far as she could get using her mouth, he was too thick for more!

She used her hands to finish rolling the sheath down his thick shaft. She'd correctly picked an XL condom, anything smaller would've ripped. Smiling at him, she asked "What do you think?"

"Pretty impressive," Joe said smiling back.

"You haven't seen anything yet cowboy, I've got a lot more tricks up my sleeve," she said grinning at him and running her nails up his chest.

She straddled his hips and took his cock in her hand. She rubbed his cock head back and forth between her pussy lips, using her wetness to lubricate him. "Okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said excitedly, his heart pounding.

She held his shaft with her hand as she lowered herself onto him. They both moaned as his cock penetrated her.

"God..." Joe groaned.

"Fuck you're so thick," Jen said grimacing.

"Are you okay?" Joe said concerned.

"Yeah, we'll just go slow," Jen assured him. "It's just been a couple weeks for me." Mike would be happy, clearly her pussy had tightened back up after being with Frankie.

"It's been a few years for me!" Joe joked. 

Jen smiled at him. Then she pushed down, slowly taking him into her. She clenched her teeth as she impaled herself on his thick shaft. It didn't take too long because he wasn't that long, but by the time he was finally fully in there was a little sweat across her brow.

She ran her hands over his muscular chest. "Do you want to be on top?" she asked.

"Yeah," Joe said. They held each other as he rolled Jen onto her back.

Joe began moving back and forth, slowly at first as if worried about Jen. Sensing this Jen said "You can go faster, I'm okay, I like it hard."

"Okay," Joe said breathing hard. He began moving faster, harder. Jen ran her fingertips over Joe's body as he fucked her, finding his erogenous zones, learning where he liked touched, working to keep him hard. She used her pussy muscles to massage his cock as he moved in and out. She wanted him to cum. It was okay if he came fast, she just wanted him to cum, this was all about him, she didn't want him to be humiliated and frustrated by going soft.

"Oh god I'm cumming," Joe groaned. He was really pounding her now!

"Cum Joe!" Jen urged him. "Cum for me!" Wanting to make it really good for him, she reached behind to his ass and brushed her fingertips across his sensitive asshole. 

It was like a bolt of electricity to Joe's pleasure center! He cried out as his body exploded in orgasm, pleasure ripping through his body. Jen milked Joe's cock with her pussy muscles as he rammed her over and over again, extending his orgasm and pleasure.

Finally Joe collapsed on Jen, gasping. Jen held him tight, wrapping her legs around him and tenderly stroking his hair and back.

"God that was so good!" Joe gushed. "Thank you!"

Jen smiled at him. She said gently, "Um, can you pull out?"

"Oh I'm sorry!" Joe said.

"That's okay baby," Jen said smiling warmly at him. She reached down to hold the condom. "Go ahead honey."

As Joe pulled out Jen held the condom so it wouldn't fall off. There was a lot of sperm in the reservoir. Jen laid Joe on his back and carefully peeled the condom off him. She bundled it in tissues and threw it away.

"Are you sensitive after you cum?" she asked lightly cupping his half heart penis. 

"Not too much," Joe said.

"Good," she said smiling at him. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth, licking the remaining cum from his shaft and then his balls.

After cleaning him she snuggled into his arms. "You didn't cum, did you?" he asked. "Sorry for cumming so fast."

"Who says we're done mister?" Jen teased.

Joe grinned. Then his smile disappeared and he looked worried. "I'm not sure I can go again," he said uncertain, clearly thinking about the meds and how they sometimes made him impotent.

"Hmmm, another challenge!" Jen teased. Then she gently said "We'll see how it goes, okay honey? Let's just talk now."




Consequences Pt. 23



"What do you want to talk about?" Joe said, his smile back.

"Whatever you want," Jen said.

"Welllllll..." he said his smile growing mischievous. "I'm curious about you and Mike swinging."

"We actually don't call it swinging," Jen said. "We call it our game."

"So what do you do in your game?" he asked.

"I told you Mike's kinky right?" Jen said with a giggle. "He likes seeing me with other guys. It really turns him on."

"God I can't believe it," Joe said shaking his head. "My little brother..."

"I told you he's kinky!" Jen said giggling again.

"So does he have sex with other girls?" Joe asked.

"Nope, I don't share, he's my bubble boy," Jen said. "I know that sounds unfair, but it works for us."

"Bubble boy?" Joe asked.

"It's an inside joke," Jen said laughing.

Joe grinned. "Mike probably knows there's no girl better than you," he said.

"You got it mister," Jen said giving him a Cheshire cat smile. 

"So tell me something crazy you've done," Joe said.

"Crazy huh?" Jen said thinking. "Okay, how's this? Mike wasn't the first man to have me on our wedding day."

Joe's draw dropped. "You're kidding."

"Nope," Jen said giggling. "That honor went to my lover. Ricky, do you remember him?"

"Oh yeah..." Joe said remembering. "Is he still your lover?"

"No, that ended long ago," Jen said, suddenly looking melancholy.

Joe noticed her mood change. "Is it hard for you, when it ends?"

Jen shrugged. "Sometimes. But it's just a game, you know? I like sleeping with other men, variety's exciting, but Mike's my man."

"Yeah, I get that," Joe said.

Jen forced a smile, wanting to keep this light and fun. "Mike wasn't the only man to have me on our honeymoon," she said smiling mischievously.

"Really?" Joe said his eyes going wide again. "Who was it?" 

"A guy we met," Jen said. She thought about it and giggled. "God, I can't remember his name!"

They laughed. "So what else do you want to know?" she asked.

Joe reached down and caressed next to her pussy. "How do you stay so tanned here? Do you tan in the nude?"

"I go to tanning salons," Jen said. "But yeah, sometimes I go topless. Bottomless too." She giggled. "Mike likes showing me off."

Joe laughed. "I'd like to be there next time," he joked.

"Maybe we can work something out," Jen said laughing back. She immediately felt like an idiot, Joe would probably be gone before the next time she and Mike went to an adult beach. Hoping to avoid awkwardness she quickly said "Next question?"

"Okay, when did you lose your virginity?" Joe said with a laugh.

"Oh god men are all the same," Jen said laughing back. "The biggest question next to what's your bra size."

"So what is your bra size?" Joe said grinning.

"32A you jerk, and if you laugh I'll hurt you," Jen said punching him in the arm.

"Okay, okay," Joe said smiling. "Yours are pretty incredible by the way," he said looking at her breasts.

Jen smiled at him. She suddenly realized she still had her bra on. "Do you want me to take this off?" she asked.

"Um, no," Joe said embarrassed. "Keep it on for now."

Jen suppressed a smile. She knew some guys thought lingerie sexier than nakedness. Mike was that way, and clearly Joe was too. Without saying anything (because she didn't want to embarrass Joe), Jen shifted so her stocking-clad leg pressed against his. She noticed his cock stir. Clearly he liked the feeling of nylon rubbing on his bare skin, and the slight pinching of her stiletto high heel pressing into his calf.

"When did I lose my virginity?" Jen said repeating his question. "It's kind of boring. It was with my first real boyfriend, Colin. In high school, I was 18."

"At least you were legal," Joe joked with a laugh.

"I guess," Jen said laughing back. Then she added hesitantly, "I kinda wish it hadn't been Colin."

"No? Mike?"

"Well yeah, I'd love it if I gave my virginity to Mike," Jen said truthfully. "But I didn't meet him until college and I really wanted to get it over with, it was like a big V on my forehead." She laughed. More seriously she said "About a month after doing it Colin and I broke up. I mean, he dumped me, he was always chasing after other girls. We got back together, but... while we were apart I had an affair with my history teacher."

"Seriously?" Joe asked shocked.

"Yeah," Jen said with a shrug, looking shamefaced. "He was my favorite teacher, I was in the school musical. He was the director, we were doing Chicago. I was wearing leotards, tights and high heels all the time and he kept looking at me. I don't know, I guess he seduced me, but maybe I seduced him."

"Was the sex good?" Joe asked breathing hard.

"It was freaking awesome!" Jen gushed, blushing and giggling. "A lot better than Colin. Mr. Hayden was older, more experienced, you know?"

"How old was he?"

"I don't know. 40ish maybe?"

"He was 40 and you were 18, and you called him Mr. Hayden? God Jen do you know how hot that is?"

"Mike thought so too!" Jen said giggling. 

"You told Mike?" 

"Of course I did," Jen said. "I never told Colin though." She shrugged. "I went with him for a long time, but I guess I never really cared enough to tell him."

"So how long did you see Mr. Hayden?" Joe asked.

"Only about 3 weeks," Jen said. "He was married, they had kids. I started feeling bad about that."

"Yeah, I get it," Joe said. He stroked down Jen's arm, and then across her bra. "Can you take this off now?"

Jen smiled at Joe. She reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She took it off and teasingly ran it across his chest. "You like the lace?" she said smiling into his eyes.

"Yeah," Joe breathed, his body shuddering at the feel of the soft lace across his chest. Jen let the bra drop and got on top of Joe, kissing him. As they made out Jen rubbed her stockinged legs over Joe's, dragging the stilettos of her high heels back and forth across his calves. 

"Mmmm, I think you're ready to go again," she purred, reaching between them and stroking his cock. He was rock hard again.

"Yeah, I want to make you cum this time," Joe said.

"Sounds good to me!" Jen said giggling. She glowed inside - she'd managed to get him hard again! It wasn't for herself, she wanted to make tonight as special as possible for him.

She put a condom on him and he got on top of her. He went in easier this time.

As they made love they kissed a lot, touching each other, looking into each other's eyes. Their love making wasn't as urgent this time, but it was just as passionate. 

Jen felt Joe going soft 2 or 3 times. She considered letting him take off the condom but decided she couldn't risk it. Instead she was really patient with him, kissing and fondling him, working him back to hardness.

"Are you going to cum?" he asked.

Jen sensed this was what was holding him back. He wanted desperately for her to cum, and until that happened he wasn't going to let himself cum. 

"I might..." Jen said unsure. She had a hard time climaxing from intercourse, unless she was really turned on by the man inside her and he was a really good lover (it was the same for a lot of girls). Jen liked Joe as a friend but she wasn't turned on by him, not really. He had a nice body and a thick penis, but it was the bad boys who turned her on. Joe was too nice, he was too much like his brother Mike. 

Jen would never fully admit this to Mike, but she loved him more than she was turned on by him. It would probably turn Mike on if she did admit that to him. But she thought that would hurt him more than turn him on, so instead she teased and hedged whenever he brought it up (which was a lot!).

She could fake it with Joe, he would never know. But the situation DID turn her on. Getting fucked by her brother! She closed her eyes and concentrated on cumming, concentrating on Joe's cock fucking his slutty sister-in-law! Yes that turned her on, being so bad, so naughty, so wrong, so slutty! 

Jen wrapped her arms around Joe's neck and brought his head down to her. She kissed him, tongued him. Yes! Making out with her brother! Getting fucked by him, letting him have her! Her brother-in-law's cock inside her! Mike's brother, fucking her! It was so deliciously bad!

"Oh god!" she cried as she came, her fingernails digging into Joe's arms and back as the orgasm exploded through her body. "Fuck me Joe! Fuck me! Don't stop!"

Joe came soon after Jen. Their orgasms were fantastic and left them drained and exhausted. After disposing of the condom, Jen let Joe snuggle her. They fell asleep spooning each other. Jen was so tired she didn't even bother to take off her heels, the ankle straps were too much effort.

Joe awoke in the middle of the night. Jen was sound asleep. It was a full moon and it lit up the room, he could see her clearly. He looked at her face. She was so pretty and looked so innocent, like a blonde angel.

His eyes traveled down her body. God she was so sexy! Her petite body was so firm and tight, yet soft in all the right places. He'd lusted after her for years. She was just so sexy and gorgeous! He couldn't believe what they'd done! He'd cum in her mouth! He'd fucked her! He couldn't believe she was lying next to him, completely naked!

But she wasn't naked, not quite. She still wore the stockings and high heels. His eyes traveled down her long slim legs, they were simply amazing, the best he'd ever seen (and he'd looked at a lot of porn over the years). 

He had the urge to take off her shoes and stockings, to run his hands over her soft skin. Being careful not to wake her up, he undid the ankle straps and then slid the high heels off her small pretty feet. Then he slowly and carefully rolled the stockings down her legs.

"Mike, what?" Jen said sleepily. Joe looked at her face. Her eyes were closed, she was still asleep. Clearly she thought he was Mike.

"It's okay baby, go to sleep," Joe said, kissing Jen lightly on the lips. He knew Jen and Mike's pet names for each other was "baby."

"I love you baby," Jen said sleepily, rolling towards him. Joe lightly caressed her legs, from her knees to right below her pussy. He caressed around her clit. Then he cupped her tiny breasts, softly rolling her nipples between his fingers.

"Feels good baby," Jen sighed, her eyes still closed. Joe nudged her onto her side and then he spooned her. Still sleeping soundly, Jen automatically pulled his arm to her breasts. Joe correctly assumed this must be how she and Mike slept, their favorite position.

Joe reached down and lightly caressed her ass. Her hips were slim and her ass tight. He knew she'd studied dance, and she certainly had the petite lithe body of an athletic ballerina. 

To his surprise he found himself getting hard again. The meds made it hard for him to get an erection. That didn't seem to be a problem when he was with Jen. But then, this was Jen!

Still, three times in one night seemed an impossibility. But he wanted to try. Once he started on the chemo tomorrow getting an erection would be out of the question. He'd be so sick just keeping food down would be an achievement, sex would be the last thing on his mind.

He reached for a condom. Like Jen, he ripped it with his teeth. He tried putting it on but immediately got soft. Without Jen awake and helping him there was no way this was going to work. But he didn't need to use a condom. Jen might be ovulating, but it took 2 to tango. Dr. Calgary had explained more than once the side effects of chemo, and he'd had multiple chemo treatments during his life. He knew he was most likely sterile. That bothered him, but what could he do? Live or procreate. Was there a choice?

He lightly fondled Jen's body until he was hard again. Then he gently moved Jen's leg over his, opening her to him. He reached down and touched her pussy. Not surprisingly she was dry. Joe spit on his hand and rubbed the lubricant between her pussy lips. 

Then he took his cock and positioned it at her pussy. He gently pushed, pressing his cockhead between Jen's folds. When his cockhead popped into her pussy he sighed. God she felt so good!

He gently applied more pressure and his shaft slowly penetrated deeper into her pussy. God it felt so much better this way! Without the condom on he could feel her so much better! Her pussy felt so tight and smooth, it was like being inside a silk glove!

Jen stirred and he kissed her cheek. "It's okay baby, just sleep," he said soothingly, pretending to be Mike.

"I love you baby," Jen muttered sleepily.

"I love you too baby," Joe said kissing her again. Joe waited until her breathing became regular again. The wait was almost unbearable, her pussy felt so good! Once he was convinced she was sound asleep, he began moving in and out. He didn't want to wake her up so he moved slow and gentle.

Doggy style was his favorite position, and this was kind of like that, further inflaming his passion. He missed looking into Jen's face (she was so pretty!) but he could fondle her breasts and legs easier this way. 

For a moment he wondered if he was taking her against her will. Was he raping her? But no, clearly she'd given herself to him tonight. He knew it was mercy sex, that was why he wanted so much to make her cum, to prove to her that he was a good lover, and he HAD made her cum, twice! So no, this wasn't rape.

But then, why was he being so careful not to wake her up? He knew the answer and it shamed him. He wanted to fuck Jen without a condom. Part of it was the pleasure. He wanted to be inside her with nothing between them. And her pussy did feel soooo good, so much better without a condom.

But it was more than that. He was dying. Yes, he was probably sterile. But if there was a chance he wasn't... Well, every man wanted to leave behind a child, something to mark his time on this earth. 

What he was doing shamed him. But Mike was coming home this weekend, no doubt he and Jen would fuck like rabbits. If somehow he did get Jen pregnant, they'd think the baby was his. He wasn't hurting anyone. At least that was what he was telling himself as he raped Jen.

He hoped to hang on for a few months. Enough time to find out if Jen was pregnant. If she was, then maybe the baby was his. That would give him a little peace and hope as he drew his last breath.

As Joe moved in and out of Jen, he cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples. Jen moaned and she even started moving with him. Afraid she was walking up, Joe stopped. He again waited until her breathing became steady again. He started up again only after making sure she was sound asleep. This happened again and again, fucking and fondling her, then stopping, then starting up again. He fucked her for almost an hour this way.

The starting and stopping was driving Joe crazy! His balls felt incredibly heavy and tight. He knew when he finally came it would be a monster orgasm. 

Finally he reached it, the point of no return. He pushed as deep into Jen as he could go. Then his hips jerked violently as he exploded into her fertile womb, biting his lip to stifle his moans. Somehow Jen didn't wake up, although she moaned as his cock ejaculated and splattered her insides with his seed. He panted as his orgasm finally subsided, the aftershocks shooting more of his seed deep into her. 

Finally he slowly pulled out. He looked down, his cock was covered with Jen's juices and his own milky sperm. He must have cum a lot. He looked between her legs, at her pussy. Her lips were swollen, but there was no sign of his semen. He must have cum deep inside her, deep in her fertile womb. He hoped so.

Satiated, Joe spooned Jen again, kissing her shoulder. He put his hand on her flat tummy. He wondered if he'd just impregnated her. He hoped so. "My baby, not Mike's," he whispered. "Mine."

He closed his eyes and prayed to god, asking for forgiveness. But despite his guilt, he still hoped he'd just put a baby in his sister's tummy.

The sun was just coming up when Jen woke. She found herself in Joe's arms. She gently extracted herself from him. Surprisingly she didn't feel bad about having sex with him, not really. She actually felt worst about sleeping in his arms. If she and Mike were going to play the game again it had to be just sex, no emotional entanglements like before. That meant she couldn't sleep with her lovers.

She was escorting Joe to the hospital that morning, meeting his parents and Willow there. As she got into the shower she felt frustrated and unsatisfied. The sex with Joe had been good. Not freaking incredible like with Frankie or Scott, but good. He'd gotten her off twice, she shouldn't feel so unsatisfied. But she did. Her body ached like she was missing something, kinda like how she felt after Joe ate her out, frustrated and needing fucked and a really good orgasm. She couldn't figure it out, why was she feeling this way?

She remembered a dream last night, of Mike making love to her. God she must really miss him if she was dreaming about sex with him. She couldn't wait until he got home, she was going to attack him! 

She'd tell him all about Joe. He'd be upset at first, but she was sure he'd eventually approve of what she'd done, get hot over it too. Then, maybe sometime soon, she'd invite another man to her bed. Maybe it would be barista boy. She'd hold Mike's hand as Joey fucked her. 

And maybe... if it turned out Mike couldn't have children... maybe she would give her husband his ultimate fantasy. That was how good a man he was. That was how much she loved him. She'd let another man get her pregnant. But it would be Mike's baby. He promised her that. No matter who fucked her, who got her pregnant, he'd always be there for her and her baby.

Jasmine Kelly was working late at the CNN NYC offices, working on a story. Carl her research assistant approached. "Jasmine, have you seen this?" Carl asked.

"What?" Jasmine asked looking up from her notes.

Carl reached over to Jasmine's Mac and typed truth-will-prevail.com into Safari. A website popped up. At the top was a quote of Thomas Jefferson:

"Truth is great and will prevail if left to herself, that she is the proper and sufficient antagonist to error, and has nothing to fear from the conflict, unless by human interposition disarmed of her natural weapons, free argument and debate"

"What is it?" Jasmine asked looking quizzically at the webpage.

"I don't know," Carl said. "The website appeared out of nowhere. It's getting a lot of buzz though."

Jasmine started reading. Halfway down the page her face went white. "Oh my god..."

"What?" Carl asked. "Do you know what this is about?"

"Holy shit," Jasmine gasped as she read the next page. She abruptly turned to Carl, an almost frantic look on her beautiful face. "There's buzz?" she asked urgently. "Where? Network TV? MSNBC?"

"No, no TV yet, just some blogs," Carl replied, looking questioningly at his boss. What was going on?

"I need to get on the air right now!" she told Carl as she rapidly scanned more of the website and made notes. She looked at the time. It was Anderson Cooper's time slot. "Call Kyle, tell him I need to break into Anderson's time slot!" 

"Kyle won't like that," Carl said doubtfully. Kyle was CNN's night editor. He was also flaming and could be a real bitch.

"Just call him!" Jasmine said urgently as she began frantically typing on her Mac, working on what she would say.

A few moments later Carl approached again. "Hey Jasmine," he said.

"Carl I need you to talk to Kyle!" Jasmine yelled.

Carl held out the phone. "It's Kyle," he said.

Jasmine scrambled for the phone. "Kyle I need to get on the air right now!" she demanded.

"Hold on Jaz," Kyle said calmly. "What's going on?"

"You know Sapphire?" Jasmine said frantically. "Not the original one, the new one. The government is using it to spy on US citizens. To track all their internet activity."




Consequences Pt. 23



"Hold on Jaz," Kyle said frowning. "What proof do you have?"

"I'm looking at the fucking website!" Jasmine explained. She gave Kyle the URL and he quickly brought it up on his browser.

"Holy fucking shit," Kyle gasped as he quickly scrolled through the webpages. He suddenly became as urgent as Jasmine. "When will you be ready to go on?"

"I'm ready now!" Jasmine yelled.

"Then get your fanny over here!" Kyle yelled back.

Jasmine gathered her notes and rushed to the studio. This was big, really big! 

She thought of Mike Andrews. She knew he was behind this. She shook her head. "I hope you've covered your tracks Mike," she thought to herself. "Because if they catch you you're going to jail for a long time."



Consequences Pt. 24



Joe felt terrible about what he'd done. He considered telling Jen, so she could take a morning after pill. He struggled over that. In the end he couldn't bring himself to tell her. What would be the point? He knew her religious convictions, she wouldn't take a morning after pill. Also he didn't want to face her ire. She was being so kind to him, he couldn't face confronting her. 

He was putting on a brave face about his situation, telling everyone he was at peace with whatever happened. But there was a lot of resentment too, a lot of feeling of unfairness. He'd struggled with cancer all his life. He loved his brother Mike. But while he'd been bed ridden for much of his life and living under the fear of a relapse (which had happened!), he'd watched Mike win an incredibly pretty and sexy girl as his wife, and become rich and famous. 

He wished Mike the best. But deep down, he wanted some of what Mike had. Just a little. And what he'd done wouldn't hurt anyone. If Jen was somehow pregnant (which was very unlikely, since he was probably sterile), they would think it was Mike's. He'd never say otherwise. Didn't he deserve this one thing? To have some hope he might leave behind a child as his legacy?

"Tell me what happened," Taylor demanded at the secure conference room at the CATF. Taylor was the Secretary of Homeland Security. Also there were Colonel Banks, the FBI and NSA Directors and CATF senior staff.

Trent motioned to the big computer screen on the wall. Trent was CATF chief of staff. "Yesterday morning the website truth-will-prevail appeared. It published all the internet surveillance data gathered by Sapphire's Liberty routines since its launch." 

"How was this done?" Colonel Banks said.

"Someone put a bug in Sapphire," Allen said. Allen was CATF Chief Scientist. "The virus intercepted Liberty's data feed and mirrored it to the website. We've terminated that virus."

"A little late don't you think?" the NSA Director derided angrily. "You told us nothing got through Liberty's firewall!"

"The virus wasn't in Liberty," Allen explained. "Liberty used Sapphire's low level routines to transmit data. Common off-the-shelf software, the OSI stack. Those routines aren't protected. That's what got infected."

"Well you god damn should have protected it!" the NSA Director growled angrily. "This is a public relations disaster! The press, Congress - they're accusing us of breaking the law!"

"We did break the law," the FBI Director pointed out. "You need a court order to spy on American citizens."

"We were gathering intelligence on possibly terrorists!" the NSA Director insisted.

Secretary Taylor held up his hand, quelling the debate. He said "The President is obviously concerned about the public backlash. He wants to prosecute the people responsible for this leak of classified information." He looked around the room. "Do we have suspects?"

"It has to be that Mike Andrews guy," the NSA Director said accusingly. 

"We've identified when Sapphire was infected," Allen said shaking his head. "Mike Andrews was on a plane from Paris to New York. The plane didn't have WIFI."

"So he's working with people," the NSA Director said with a scowl. "We need to arrest him immediately."

"I've read the report, there's no evidence," the FBI Director said.

"Bring him in for questioning! I'll get you evidence!" the NSA Director said angrily. 

"I agree," Secretary Taylor said after a moment. "We can't wait for the press to get to him. Arrest him, now."

Jen got to work around mid-day. It'd been a rough, emotional morning. She'd shared a lot of tears with mom and Willow as Joe was admitted into the hospital. 

She was distracted and didn't notice the crowds at first. But then ... what? Everyone was crowded around the TV. She looked at the screen. It was Jasmine Kelly, she was doing a report for CNN.

She saw Allie. "What's going on?" she asked her friend.

Allie turned to Jen, she looked ashen. Allie clutched Jen's arms. "Oh my god Jen, they're saying Sapphire's spying on people!"

"What?" Jen asked, trying to catch up. Her iPhone rang. She answered it. "Jen, it's me, Steve!" He sounded frantic. "The police, they just arrested Mike!"

"Have you found him?!" Jen said frantically to Sam a few days later. Sam was Mike's best friend from college. Now he was a lawyer, a young partner in the mega global law firm of Baker & Sawyer. 

"We think so," Sam said a serious expression on his face. It'd taken days to locate Mike. "He was arrested in London and extradited to the US. We believe he's being held at a detention center in Alabama."

"A detention center?" Jen said worriedly. "He didn't do anything!"

"They're accusing him of leaking classified information," Sam said.

"The government broke the law, they were spying on American citizens!" 

"This involves anti-terrorism, the government has a lot of power when it comes to national security, what's legal and illegal is fuzzy," Sam said.

"God Sam what's going to happen?" Jen said frantically. "When are they going to let him go?"

"I don't know Jen, we're working on it," Sam said. He looked glum. "You've seen the news, this is a major scandal, the administration's taking a big hit on this one. They're spinning it as another Edward Snowden, a traitor who leaked classified information. It's really serious Jen. They don't have Snowden but they have Mike."

"Oh god ..." Jen cried, tears falling down her cheeks.

The next day Jen was in a meeting with her team, getting ready for their final pitch to Memphis. Allie was running the meeting because Jen was too distraught and distracted. She was there but she wasn't there.

"So the Ring is working?" Allie asked Steve who was back from London. 

"Yes, it's up and running," Steve said. "Mike got it working before ..." Everyone eyed Jen worriedly, afraid she'd start crying again at the mention of her husband.

After the meeting Johnny pulled Jen aside. Johnny was Jen's old boss and mentor. "Jen you need to pull yourself together," he said urgently. "I get you're upset about Mike, we all are. He's done a lot for us, everyone likes him. But we need you now. You have to run the pitch. You know how important this is. If we don't win the Memphis account we're going under."

"I'm not sure Johnny," Jen said. Her eyes were red from constant worry and crying. "I don't think I can do it. Maybe Allie and Scott ..."

"We need you Jen!" Johnny said urgently. "You're the team leader. Memphis is buying you and the Ring. You have to pull yourself together!"

Jen went back to her office. She was desperately worried about Mike. He was in a detention center, being held as a terrorist. She knew what they did to terrorists, they used torture! What were they doing to him? When were they going to let him go?

She started crying again. She felt like the world was caving in on her. It was too much, she couldn't handle it!

She felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned. It was Frankie!

"Hey sorry, I knocked a couple times, you didn't hear me," Drums said wearing a big grin. Then he saw the tears. "What's wrong?"

"Oh god Frankie they've arrested Mike!" she cried the tears falling down her cheeks. Drums pulled Jen into his arms and held her as she cried.

Drums escorted Jen home, she was so upset he was afraid she wouldn't make it on her own. It was a good thing too, she was so upset a couple times she almost walked in front of cars.

By the time they got to the loft apartment Jen had calmed down some. "You haven't heard about Sapphire, the government spying?" she asked. "It's been on the news constantly."

Drums shrugged. "You know me, I mostly stick to ESPN and MTV."

Jen couldn't help smiling. That was so Frankie! But then the smile vanished as she thought about Mike in jail. "God Frankie I don't know what to do!" she said, fighting to hold back tears.

"Come on, it'll be okay," he said giving her a hug. "I bet you could use a drink." He got up and poured Jen some vodka. He poured himself a glass too. "Come on, drink this, it'll be good for you," he said handing her the glass.

Jen sipped some of the vodka. "Come on, drink up, it'll make you feel better," Drums said encouragingly.

Jen shrugged. She downed the vodka. Drums emptied his too, and then he refilled their glasses.

He pulled some papers from his pocket. "You said you'd help me with marketing," he said.

"I don't think I'm up for it," she said feeling depressed.

"Drink your drink and look at these papers," he insisted. "It'll do you good to think about something else."

Jen shrugged again. She sipped the vodka as she looked at the papers that described Frankie's upcoming solo album, his concert schedule and interviews Artie thought he could score. They discussed ideas on how Frankie could market himself to both support the Ramones as well as his solo efforts. Frankie refilled Jen's glass again as they spoke. By the time they were done Jen had drained that third glass of vodka.

"So you feel like a hit?" Frankie said taking out a bag of weed.

"Sure why not," Jen said already feeling tipsy from the vodka.

Frankie rolled a joint. He lit it, took a hit, then passed it to Jen. "So how's Allie, she's getting married right?"

"Yeah," Jen said taking a hit. She told him about Allie's wedding plans and her pregnancy. Of course Frankie had gone to college with Allie (along with Jen and Mike) so the reminiscing helped take Jen's mind off her troubles. 

As they finished the joint (and Frankie rolled another one) Jen told Frankie about Joe's cancer and the pressure with the Memphis pitch.

"Shit, no wonder you're so stressed," Frankie said.

"I'm not stressed," Jen said leaning back in the sofa and closing her eyes. "I'm high. And drunk."

"I think you need to cut loose a little," Frankie said with a laugh.

"Yeah, well ..." Jen said returning his laugh, but there wasn't any humor in it. She put her hand over her forehead, her eyes still closed. "God I'm drunk ..."

"Hey," Frankie said with a soft voice.

"What?" Jen said opening her eyes. Frankie had moved closer. 

Drums looked into her beautiful blue eyes. He brushed a lock of blonde hair from her pretty face. "I'm sorry about Mike," he said. "I'm sure he'll be okay."

"I hope so," Jen said her head spinning.

"Hey," Frankie whispered again. He moved closer so their lips almost touched.

"What? ..."

Drums lowered his face and kissed her. Jen was so surprised and high she let him kiss her for a few moments. "Frankie stop," she said pulling away. 

"It's alright," he said pressing his body against hers. He kissed her again, then he worked his lips up her neck, behind her ears. By now he knew all her erogenous zones, and exactly how to turn her on.

"Come on Frankie, stop," Jen protested even as she felt a tingling between her legs.

Drums didn't stop. He worked her lips, her neck, behind her ear. Then his hands went to her breasts, touching her just right.

"Frankie, stop I can't," Jen insisted, her breathing growing deeper. "Mike ..."

"Mike wouldn't want you to be alone," Drums said as he unbuttoned her blouse. "He'd want me to take care of you." He pushed up her bra and then took one of her nipples into his mouth. Jen's back arched as she moaned.

"I know you, I can tell you need it," Drums said as he reached down and pulled up her skirt. He palmed her pussy over her panties, he could feel the heat. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he continued to rub and lick her nipples.

"God ..." Jen groaned. Frankie was right, she did need it. She hadn't had good sex since before Colin's party ... back when she was still with him! 

"Come on babe," Frankie said urgently. He pulled her hand to his crotch. He'd taken out his cock! Frankie wrapped her small hand around his shaft. He felt so hard and thick!

She felt Frankie pulling down her panties. She squeezed her legs together and pulled her hand away from his cock. "I can't Frankie," she begged. "Mike ..."

"I know your body Jen," Frankie said cupping her breast and thumbing her rock hard nipple. "I know you want this."

"I can't, Mike ..." she said again. Now tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Come on honey, don't cry, Mike will be okay," Frankie said kissing away her tears even as he continued to rub her nipples. Sensing her concerns, he said "It'll just be sex, no drama."

Jen paused. She looked into Frankie's eyes, breathing hard. "Just sex?" she finally said.

"I promise," he said nodding. "No drama." He laid her on the sofa, his lips going back to her nipples. He tongued and nibbled her just as he knew she loved it. At the same time he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. This time Jen didn't stop him, in fact she raised her butt to help him.

He moved back up and kissed her again, gently pressing his tongue into her mouth. His hands replaced her mouth at her breasts, gently fondling her. He correctly sensed she needed gentleness right now, not rough play.

He got on top of her, his hips edging her legs open. Her skirt was already around her waist. As he continued to kiss her, he moved his cock to her pussy, pressing its thick head between her folds.

"Frankie, wait," she gasped, breaking away from the kiss. She reached for her purse and gave him a condom. "Put this on."

"Okay," Frankie said, quickly opening the package and rolling the condom on his shaft. Inside he was doing cartwheels. Until this moment he wasn't sure if she'd let him fuck her. But now he knew he was in business, a chick didn't give you a condom unless she was going to let you fuck her!

With the condom on he guided his cock to her pussy, pressing between her folds. As he did he looked into her pretty face. She was breathing hard and her cheeks were flushed. Despite everything going on in her life, she wanted fucked, her body needed it! God he so wanted this girl!

Jen grunted and her nostrils flared as he penetrated her. God she felt tight! Her pussy must've tightened up since he'd last fucked her!

"God Frankie," she groaned, gripping his muscular arms.

"You feel so fucking good," he gushed as he pushed into her inch-by-inch. Her pussy was so tight and smooth, like velvet! "God I've missed your pussy!"

Frankie fucked her slow and gentle. "Does this feel good?" he asked looking into her eyes.

"Yeah," Jen breathed out.

"Do you want to go faster?"

"Yeah ..."

"Like this?" Frankie asked moving faster.

"Frankie?" Jen said.

"What?"

"Stop asking me," she said desperately. "Just fuck me."

Frankie gave Jen a wicked, lustful grin. This was the Jen he remembered! He suddenly put her legs over his shoulders and then pinned her arms over her head. "Is this what you want slut?" he growled, fucking her harder, faster and deeper.

"Oh god yeah ..." Jen moaned, relishing the feeling of being out of control, of being taken, of being fucked by a really big cock! For a moment she forgot about her troubles, instead focusing on Frankie's thick cock pounding her pussy over and over again.

"Fuck Frankie, oh god, oh god Frankie!" she cried as her toes curled over his shoulders, her body erupting in a massive orgasm.

Frankie gave her no chance to recover. He flipped her around onto her hands and knees. In this position he pounded her even harder, driving her pretty face practically through the mattress! Jen loved this position! She loved doggy style, it made her feel so cheap, and now Frankie's big thick cock was hitting both her clit and her g-spot. 

"Oh god ..." she moaned, but it was muffled with her mouth buried into the mattress. Suddenly Drums grabbed her long blonde hair and roughly pulled her head up. As he pounded her from behind he locked his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue down her throat.

Jen felt another orgasm approaching. She felt Frankie wrap his arm around her chest and then he roughly squeezed and pinched her nipples. The rough treatment and sudden pain pushed her over the edge and she groaned into Frankie's mouth and over his tongue as her body exploded in another orgasm.

The shuddering of Jen's lithe body and the convulsions of her pussy threw Drums over the edge. He grabbed Jen's hips and rammed himself deep into her. He paused there for a moment, and then he climaxed, relentlessly pounding her pussy as orgasmic pleasure ripped through his body.

Drums collapsed onto Jen, both of them panting. After a few moments, not wanting to crush her, he rolled off. But he wasn't careful so as he pulled out the condom rolled off, lodging itself in her pussy. The condom was partially inside out, some of the sperm leaking across her pussy lips.

"Fuck," Drums muttered under his breath. He reached in and pulled the condom out.

"What?" Jen said as she felt the condom pulled from her. She quickly looked between her legs. "God Frankie!" she said seeing the milky liquid across her pussy lips.

"I'm sorry!" he said apologetically.

"You have to be careful!" 

"I'm sorry, none of it got inside you!" he said defensively. 

Jen looked again. It look like he was right, his sperm was just across her lips not inside her. "God Frankie ..." she lamented knowing she couldn't be sure.

"Come on, I'm sure it's okay," Frankie said, kissing her cheek and putting his arm around her.

"You said no drama," Jen reminded him, scowling at him.

"This isn't drama honey," Frankie insisted, brushing her hair affectionately. 

She pulled away from him. "You better go," she said.

Drums sighed but he didn't argue. He got dressed and left.

Jen staggered to the bedroom. Her legs were shaking, she was still drunk and high and, well, she'd just gotten fucked really good and hard.

Her clothes were in a disarray. She took them off and got into the shower, taking extra care to wash her pussy. She hoped to god none of his sperm got into her.

She dried off and got into bed. The shower had sobered her a little. Her worries flooded back to the forefront of her mind. Oh Mike where are you?

She rolled into a ball and started crying. She worried desperately about Mike. She needed him, she felt so alone and lonely. What were they doing to him?

She was such a slut. She'd always been a slut, she was so easy to seduce. She felt terrible. But she knew Mike would understand. He knew she was weak. It'd just been sex. She felt nothing for Frankie, any lingering feelings she had for him were pushed away by her worry for Mike. She'd explain that to Mike, and once he understood she had no feelings for Frankie, that it'd just been sex, she was sure he'd forgive her, it'd even get him excited.

"My name is Ethan Banks, I'm Director of CATF," Colonel Banks said to Mike in the interrogation room. They were sitting across from each other. Mike's wrists were handcuffed to his chair.

"What's CATF?" Mike asked.

"Cyber Anti-Terrorism Task Force," Banks said.

Mike nodded slowly. He said "Why am I here? I want to see my lawyer."

"You leaked classified information," Bank said. "Terrorists have no rights, you don't get a lawyer."

Mike tried to hide his fear. "I'm an American citizen, I have rights."

"Aren't you listening? You're a terrorist, you have nothing," Banks said scowling at Mike. He crossed his arms. "When did you infect Sapphire?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mike lied.

"You infected Sapphire with a virus so Liberty's data feed was mirrored to a public web site," Bank accused.

"No I didn't," Mike said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"We know you hacked into Sapphire, repeatedly."

"I didn't hack in, I wrote Sapphire, I went in through a back door."

"Why?"

"I told you, I wrote Sapphire, I wanted to check on its progress," Mike said.

"Why? You quit."

"Like I said, I wrote Sapphire, I still care about it, I care about the people there," Mike said.

"You don't seem to understand the trouble you're in," Colonel Banks said. "You're a terrorist, I can do anything I want to you. I can hold you here indefinitely, you'll never see your wife again, hell, you'll never see the sun again. We know you infected Sapphire, we have evidence. We know most of what happened, we just need you to fill in some gaps. So why don't you start talking."




Consequences Pt. 24



"Show me your evidence," Mike said, working hard to keep his voice from cracking. He was scared out of his wits!

Colonel Banks shook his head, looking pitying at Mike. "I can torture you Mike. You're a pretty smart guy, right? By the time I'm done you won't even know your name, your mind will be gone. You won't know your wife's name, you won't even recognize her. But I don't want to do that. So talk to me Mike. When did you infect Sapphire?"

Mike was more scared than he'd even been in his life. The fact Banks was saying all this in a casual, matter-of-fact manner made it even more terrifying. Managing to keep his voice level he said "Go ahead and torture me. Because if you torture a US citizen with no evidence, you're worse than terrorists."

Banks went to the ready room where Trent and Allen had been monitoring the interrogation. "He did it," Trent said.

"Of course he did it," Banks said irritably. He looked at Allen. "Have you figured out how?"

"We think he used software that automatically infected Sapphire while he was in that plane to New York," Allen said.

"You don't think he's working with someone?" Banks asked.

"It doesn't fit his profile, he's a loner," Trent said. "And we were monitoring his phone and computer. He hardly talks to anyone but his wife."

"Could she be involved?" Bank asked.

"No, she's not technical, and the attack didn't come from New York, you know we monitor the servers," Allen said.

Banks nodded. The CATF monitored all the servers on the internet, just like the NSA monitored all cell phone traffic. "So then why can't we trace the source of the attack?"

"That's it, we know when Sapphire was attacked, it's in the logs," Trent said. "But there's no trace of the virus anywhere."

"Wait a minute, you're saying Andrews wrote a virus to automatically infect Sapphire, and then the virus disappeared?" Colonel Banks said. "Is that possible?"

"No it's not," Allen said, frowning. "Servers have logs, caches, backups. You can't do anything on the internet anonymously, you always leave tracks."

"So where are the tracks?" Colonel Banks asked. "Hold on. Are you saying Andrews figured out a way to use the internet without leaving a trail?"

"I don't know, but if he did ..." Allen began getting excited. "It'd be like being invisible. You could go anywhere on the internet, do anything."

Banks nodded, he began to see the ramifications. Being invisible on the internet. It would be an incredible tool in the defense of the United States. "But do we have any evidence that's what he did?" he asked.

"No, we've got nothing," Trent said, both he and Allen looking frustrated.

Jen sleepwalked through the next day at work, so distracted by her concern for Mike. She spoke to Sam briefly. He didn't have anything good to report. The government was treating Mike like a terrorist. They weren't letting Mike see anyone, even his lawyer.

Jen felt just as lost at home. She felt all alone. She called her mom but that didn't help. As usual she felt worst after talking to her mother than before. She thought about calling Allie but decided not to. Allie was too distracted by her own like, her pregnancy, the wedding. Of course she couldn't call Joe.

Jen turned on the TV. All the news channels were still focused on Sapphire. Many of the reporters were pushing for information on Mike, where was he, what were the charges? She saw Sam on TV talking to reporters. Sam said it was a violation of the constitution and the rights of Americans that he, Mike's lawyer, wasn't allowed to speak to his client. Many commentators, including Jasmine Kelly, agreed with Sam, and they criticized the government calling it a cover-up. Everyone started calling the scandal "Liberty-gate."

Many people were against Mike, calling him a traitor just like Edward Snowden. The public seemed split on whether what he did was right. But most people agreed that Mike should at least be able to talk to his lawyer.

Jen was encouraged by the coverage, but still she worried desperately about Mike. What were they doing to him? She felt so alone and helpless.

Just then her phone rang. It was Frankie. "Can I come over?" he asked. "We need to talk."

When he arrived he was carrying a bag of groceries. "I figured you haven't eaten," he said.

Jen looked at him for a few moments. Then she slapped his face, hard. "You're supposed to be Mike's friend," she hissed. "You took advantage of me."

Drums shrugged off the slap. He was a big guy and Jen was petite. He walked passed her to the kitchen.

"What do you think you're doing?" she said scowling at him.

"I'm making you dinner," he said simply. He began unloading the groceries on the kitchen table.

"I'm not hungry," Jen said.

Drums looked at her. She looked like she lost weight, which wasn't good because she was already so tiny. "You need to eat," he said. "Do you think Mike wants you to get sick?"

"I think Mike would want you to leave!" she said angrily throwing the groceries on the floor. 

Drums sighed. "Listen, I'm just trying to be a friend," he said. "You're going through a tough time. Who are you going to turn too? You told me yesterday, Allie's too busy, Joe's sick, Mike's mom and dad are too worried about their sons. I'm just trying to be a friend."

"Bullshit!" Jen snarled. "Was all that talk just to get inside my pants?!"

"Yeah," he said honestly, shrugging. "I mean, not all of it, I would like your help with marketing. But yeah Jen, I mostly made all that up to see you again. I mean come on, you know how hot you get me."

"God Frankie," she said scowling at him. "You get me to cheat on Mike, with all this going on?"

"Is it really cheating?" Drums said. "I mean come on Jen, you guys swing, at least you do, you have his permission right? I told you, it was just sex, no drama. I'm not gonna try and take you away from him."

"It got pretty heavy last time," Jen said, folding her arms across her chest.

"And like, you weren't part of that," Drums pointed out. "Mike too. Throwing us together, getting us to live together, pretending like you guys were separated. That fucks with a guy's mind Jen. But look, I'm not here to guilt trip you or anything like that. I get it now, it was just a game. I'm just trying to be your friend." 

Drums gently pulled Jen's arms down. "Okay? So you can take off your armor now, we're not at war."

"Just a friend huh?" Jen said skeptically. "And the sex?"

"I'm here for you Jen, I'm happy with just being friends, whatever you need until Mike gets back," Drums said. 

"And what happens when Mike gets back?"

"Then I'm history, I'm gone," he promised. "We never have to tell Mike, I'll never say anything."

"I'm going to tell Mike Frankie," Jen said in a chastising tone. "I'm not keeping anything from him."

"That's cool," Drums said holding up his hands in surrender. "And if he wants to punch me out I'll let him. But I don't think he will Jen. I think he'll thank me for looking after you."

Jen scoffed, not sure about that. Mike had been so sensitive about Frankie since her breakup with him. But that was because she'd had lingering feelings for Frankie. That was no longer the case. Her worry for Mike had push everything else from her mind.

And it was a relief not being alone, to have someone to talk to about all of the things going on. Jen wasn't an "alone" person like Mike, she needed human interaction. 

"Okay," she finally said. With the pointy toe of her high heel she kicked an apple. "So what are you making me for dinner?"

Drums grinned. He began picking up the groceries. "A salad and tofu sautéed in soy sauce, and some white rice."

"Really?" Jen said with a laugh. "When did you start eating healthy?"

"I'm trying to get my life together Jen," he said seriously. "Healthy foods, less partying, no drugs." He laughed. "Okay, I still smoke weed but nothing stronger than that."

"There's nothing wrong with weed, it's like chocolate," Jen said with a laugh.

"Want some?" he said grinning.

"Maybe later," she said smiling back. He was happy to see her smile, it was good to take her mind off her worries, at least for a little while.

As they cooked and ate dinner, Drums tried to keep the conversation light, telling jokes and funny stories about the Ramones and their concert life. The fact Jen knew Mal, Jay and Artie (and their wives) kept Jen interested, and she smiled and laughed, although often she became melancholy and worried as her thoughts drifted back to Mike.

"Want some weed?" he asked.

"Not tonight," she said looking distracted again. She felt worried and lonely. "I miss Mike."

"I get that babe," Drums said putting his arm around her. He gently pulled her to him and she rested her head on his chest.

"Mike did give me permission," she said.

"Yeah?" Drums said brushing her hair from her face.

"Not with you though," she said. "He thought we were getting too close."

"No drama right?" Drums said stroking her hair.

"I don't want to cheat on Mike," Jen said putting her hand on his stomach, feeling his six pack under his shirt. "But I don't want to be alone."

"You're not cheating babe, he gave you permission," Drums said. "I told you, he comes back I'm out of here." He tipped her chin so she looked up at him. He grinned at her. "Last night was fun. Got your mind off things for a while, right?" He grinned.

"Yeah," Jen said with a half-hearted laugh. She got sad again. "It's hard being alone, with all this happening."

"So don't be alone," Drums said. "I'm here with you."

She didn't answer. After a few moments he softly said "Hey."

Jen looked up. "Hey," she said just as softly.

Drums lowered his head and kissed her. Jen didn't stop him. The kiss started slow and gentle but soon became passionate. As they kissed his hands roamed her body, touching her just as she liked it. Soon Jen was writhing under his touch, pushing her tongue into his mouth, fondling his body too.

Drums picked her up like she weighed nothing. He carried her into the master bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach and he roughly yanked up her skirt. Almost in the same motion he ripped off her thong panties, making Jen yelp. Grabbing her hips he pulled her ass up into the air, and then he rammed his thick cock into her.

"Not so rough!" Jen cried, grimacing from the sudden penetration and pain.

"Shut up bitch!" Drums growled, grabbing a bunch of her blonde hair and jamming her face into the mattress. He pounded her pussy hard, reaching under to roughly squeeze her tits through her dress.

Jen loved fucked this way! Out of control, being taken, treated like a cum bucket! Frankie hadn't even undressed her! She loved when he fucked her rough, as if not caring at all for her pleasure!

"Ugh god!" she moaned into the mattress. She came hard even as Frankie rammed her face even harder into the mattress, so hard she almost couldn't breathe.

Drums felt her cum. He gave her no chance to gather herself. He flipped her over onto her back. Then he moved up her body. Before she could say anything he rammed his cock into her mouth, roughly gripping her hair to keep her from pulling away.

Jen almost gagged with the big thing in her mouth, especially as he pushed it down her throat. Her arms flailed and she tried to pull away but he held her tight, his hands on either side of her head gripping her hair. He used her mouth like a pussy, fucking her. He started slow but then got faster and deeper. 

Jen struggled initially but his hold on her was too tight. She stopped struggling, it was no use. Remembering what she'd done before, she tilted her head up and relaxed. She breathed through her nose as Drums continued to abuse her face and mouth.

"I'm cumming!" he gasped, and then a moment later his cum shot down her throat. She immediately began gagging as she felt like she was drowning. Drums pulled out of her mouth and shot the rest of his load (which was a lot) onto her face and hair.

Drums panted heavily after cumming, looking at Jen's ruined face. Jen angrily pushed him away and went into the bathroom, locking the door. She looked into the mirror. Frankie's jizz was all over her face and wet her blonde hair. She got into the shower to clean herself.

She put on her robe and walked back into the bedroom. "What was that?" she asked scowling at Drums.

"Payback, for treating me like shit," Drums said referring to their breakup. 

"What happened to no drama?" Jen said incredulously. "Fuck you Frankie, get out."

"I got you off first," he pointed out with a shrug.

"GET - OUT!" Jen snarled.

They locked eyes for a moment. "Whatever," he said sighing, Drums got dressed and left.

Jen tried her best to concentrate the next day. She had meetings scheduled all day. The final Memphis pitch was tomorrow!

She didn't know if she could do it, lead the pitch tomorrow. Everyone was counting on her, but she felt like a basket case, her emotions all over the place. 

The phone rang. It was Frankie. She considered not answering, she was still fuming from last night. Just before it went to voice mail she picked it up and hissed "What do you want?"

"Let's go for a bike ride," Drums said.

"What?" Jen said caught off-balance. It wasn't even noon, she was working, tomorrow was the pitch.

"It's a great day, let's go for a bike ride."

"I'm working," Jen said. She scowled at the phone. "And after last night, you think I want to see you?"

"So you're pissed, I get it," Frankie said. "So be pissed riding bikes. Come on, you need a break before your big pitch tomorrow. I'll meet you in Central Park, how about it?"

Jen paused, looking out the window. It WAS a beautiful day. She was getting nothing done here. At this point, either she was ready or she wasn't. Maybe a mental health day would help clear her head.

"Fine, don't be late," she finally said, putting as much anger and annoyance into her voice as possible. 

"Jen where are you going?" Johnny said worriedly as he watched her walk out. Her Memphis team also looked worried and anxious as their leader walked out.

"I need a break," she said. "I'll be back tomorrow."

"Jen!" Johnny called out but she was already gone.

Jen intentionally arrived late, almost 45 minutes late. Drums had arrived early and waited. He smiled and didn't mention her lateness. Instead he gave her a peck on the cheek and whispered "Sorry about last night, I was a dick."

"Whatever," Jen said dismissively. "Let's go." She rode off. Drums had to hurry to stay up with her.

Jen rode fast and Drums had to work to keep up with her. He marveled at the shape she was in. He knew she had a tight body of course but she always surprised him with how athletic she was. In reality, Jen was good at things like bike riding, swimming and dance, but at things like basketball, softball and flag football she was a real klutz.

Surprisingly, New York City was a great place to ride bikes if you knew the right paths. Jen took them through the Hudson River Greenway that started along the West Side and went through Hudson River Park and Riverside Park. Drums thought his lungs were going to burst when they got to the steep climb up the George Washington Bridge. Jen seemed to bike it easily and she got way ahead. He finally caught up with her at Inspiration Point.

Drums found Jen off her bike, drinking a bottle of water and talking to 2 guys (also bikers). He shook his head, Jen was a man-magnet! He felt a spark of jealousy but tried not to show it.

"Hey," he said to Jen as he approached. The 2 guys looked sourly at Drums. Realizing the pretty blonde was with him they said quick goodbyes, mounted their bikes and left.

Drums could tell why the 2 guys were hitting on her. Jen looked adorably pretty, her long blonde hair in a high ponytail. She wore no makeup so you could see the little freckles on her cheeks, making her look young and really cute.

Her nipples were hard from the exertion and they poked through her tight Under Armour tank and sports bra. The long and lean tank coupled with the leggings she wore really showed off her slim, athletic body.

Jen took her water body and walked to the overlook, looking over the view. Drums got his own water bottle and followed her. They both drank, silent for a few moments. Finally Drums said "So are you going to be mad at me forever?"

"You said no drama," Jen said. "I don't need shit in my life right now Frankie, I've got too much shit already."

"I said I was sorry," Drums said pleadingly. "I didn't mean to. Listen, you like it hard, I like it that way too. But sometimes when I do it that way, I don't know, sometimes things come out. Do you know what I mean?"

"I guess," Jen said with a shrug. She did sort of understand. When you have rough sex sometimes angry pent up emotions come out.

Drums rubbed her shoulder. It was a friendly gesture, not a sexual one. "It's out of my system now, it won't happen again, I promise. Okay?"

Jen looked at him. "Alright," she said.

Drums grinned boyishly. "I brought a picnic, do you want to eat here?"

Jen looked back at his bike. She hadn't noticed but there was a small picnic basket attached to the back of his bike. She was impressed. "Let's ride back to Central Park first," she said.

"God are you kidding?" he lamented. His thighs were burning and he was practically still heaving from the exertion, he needed more time to rest.

"Come on cowboy, you need to get in better shape," Jen said with a laugh, playfully poking him in the stomach. Then she mounted her bike and took off.

"God I'm with Supergirl," Drums muttered as he got on his bike and followed Jen.

They lazed around Central Park, eating lunch and people watching. Finally Jen said "I guess I better get home." She walked over to her bike. Then she turned to Drums. "Do you want to come over?"

They were all over each other as soon as they walked in the door of the loft apartment. They tore at each other's clothes, their lips barely parting. Jen's arms were around his neck and her legs around his thighs as he carried her to bed.

They collapsed onto the bed, Jen underneath Drums. His hard cock was poking at the folds of her wet pussy. "Frankie, condom," Jen reminded him.

Drums reached to the nightstand for a condom. Jen took it from him. She quickly tore it open, rolled it on his shaft and then urgently pulled him on top of her. 

They fucked frantically, the headboard slamming against the wall as Drums pounded her hard. He roughly fondled her tits and called her slut and bitch and whore. Jen loved it! They both came really hard!

After cumming Drums pulled out, Jen made sure he was more careful this time. They lay in the bed next to each other, both of them still panting and reveling in post orgasmic glow. 

Drums tried to put his arm around her but she pulled away. "Just sex, right," she said. She didn't want it to get emotional with him.

"Yeah, right," he said pulling his arm back. He hid his disappointment.

"Last night you didn't use a condom," she said in a chastising voice. "I had to tell you just now. I don't want to have to remind you Frankie."

"I'm sorry," he said. 

"Don't do it again," she said. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. He heard her lock the door. Then he heard the shower come on. 

Drums leaned back against the bed. It seemed like she was always yelling at him. It wasn't like before, when she'd been really affectionate. Was this really worth it? 

Yeah it was worth it, he thought. Because he really liked Jen.

It was probably more than "like." Maybe he loved her. He didn't know, because he'd never loved a girl before, so he didn't know what that felt like.

What he did know was, she made him want to be a better man. She was the biggest reason he was trying to get his shit together.




Consequences Pt. 24



Jen came out a few minutes later. Her hair was wet, she had a towel around her. "Can you go out there, I need to dress," she said.

"Yeah sure," he said moving to get up. 

Jen stopped him, sitting down on the bed and putting her hand on his thigh. "I know I'm being a bitch," she said apologizing to him. "I'm sorry, I'm just going crazy."

"It's okay Jen, I understand," Drums said.

"I'm really glad you're here, it's helping," Jen said giving him a weak smile. She leaned over and kissed him.

Drums wanted to fuck her again, but he sensed that would be the wrong move. So instead he wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. "I'm here for you Jen," he said hugging her close.

Jen started crying, her worries about Mike coming back. Drums held her tight and stroked her hair and let her cry herself out.

Jen managed to calm herself. They ate a light dinner. As it started to get dark Drums said "I guess I should be getting home."

"Are you staying at the Bronx apartment?" she asked.

"Yeah."

That was a long way with a bike, even on the subway. "You can stay here if you want," she offered. 

"Cool," Drums said grinning.

They watched a movie on Netflix. About half way Drums put his arm around Jen. This time she let him. She looked up at him and he kissed her. Soon they were fucking on the sofa (this time he put on a condom without Jen having to ask).

"You can stay in the guest room, okay?" Jen said, making it clear he was not sleeping with her in the master bedroom.

"Sure" he said smiling, but inside he was disappointed. 

Later Drums was in bed, looking up at the ceiling. He wondered again if it was worth being here. Yes, he lusted after Jen, and he was probably in love with her too. But she clearly belonged to Mike, there was no chance of a future with her. He was just wasting his time, and he was just going to get his heart broken again. 

In the darkness he heard Jen weeping in her room. She was crying again.

He walked over to her room. He knocked and cracked open the door. "Jen are you okay babe?"

Jen continued to cry. He got into bed with her. She was in a ball, weeping. Drums pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight. That seemed to calm her a little. Jen fell asleep that way, in Frankie's arms.

The next morning, as Jen dressed she tried to focus. She put her troubles into three buckets: Mike, Joe and Memphis. The Joe bucket was serious but to her it paled in importance next to the Mike bucket. She didn't really care about the Memphis bucket at all, but she was professional enough to realize she had to focus on Memphis today.

So that was what she did. She did her best to push the Mike and Joe buckets to the back of her mind and tried to focus solely on Memphis.

"Are you ready?" Johnny asked nervously when she got to work. Her Memphis team was there, as well as many of her partners including Mr. Winters, one of the most senior partners.

"Yes," Jen said.

"Are you sure?" Johnny asked looking uncertain.

"GET THE FUCK AWAY JOHNNY AND LET ME DO MY JOB!" Jen hissed.

Everyone took a step back, shocked. Jen rarely cursed at work, and never in anger. 

"You heard her everyone," Mr. Winters said with a slight smile on his face. "Get the fuck away and let Ms. Andrews do her job." Inside he smiled. At that moment he knew they were going to win the Memphis account.

And they DID win the Memphis account. Somehow she was able to push Mike from her thoughts and focus exclusively on Memphis. Everyone agreed she was brilliant. At the end of the day Memphis chose them as their primary advertising firm.

Everyone congratulated Jen like a quarterback leading his team to the winning touchdown in the Superbowl. "We're celebrating, you're coming right?" Allie said enthusiastically.

"I think I'll pass," Jen said. Now that they'd won, the Mike bucket was back at the forefront of her mind. 

"Come on Jen, you have to celebrate with us!" Scott said.

"I think we can give Ms. Andrews a rain check this time," Mr. Winters said, giving her a kind, understanding smile. He knew Jen had just saved their firm. He hugged her and said "Well done Jennifer. And thank you."

Jen hugged Johnny. "Sorry I yelled at you."

"Are you kidding?" Johnny said smiling warmly at her. Getting serious he said "Take care Jen. Take tomorrow off if you need it."

Jen felt listless as she rode the subway home. She worried about Mike, they'd been no news for so long, she felt numb. The unknowing was the hardest. If only she knew what was happening, she didn't even know for sure where he was, and the government hadn't even charged him with anything yet. Their official line was "being detained for questioning regarding terrorist activities."

She walked into the loft apartment, dropping her bag. She didn't notice as her iPhone fell out, hitting the floor and breaking the screen. 

She didn't want to be home, but she didn't want to be partying with her team either. She didn't want to be around happy people. She didn't want to do anything. She sat down, looking out the window and not really seeing anything.

"How'd it go?" a voice behind her said.

She jumped up, startled. But it was only Frankie.

"Oh hi," she said. "How'd you get in?"

"I borrowed your spare key," he said. "Hope that's okay."

She shrugged. It wasn't okay but she didn't have the energy to call him on it.

"So how'd your big Memphis thing go?" he asked again.

"We won," she said.

"That's great!" he said enthusiastically. He pointed to the kitchen. "I made dinner to celebrate!"

Jen looked at the table. He'd laid out food and plates, even candles. "You're sweet," she said. "How'd you know we'd win?"

"I covered all the bases," Drums said grinning. He pointed to the side table, there were 2 cakes. One cake said "Congrats!" The other said "Maybe Next Time."

Despite her worries, Jen couldn't help laughing.

"So you want to eat?" Drums asked.

She walked over to the cakes. They were really funny. Smiling she swiped at the "Congrats" icing and licked her finger. She suddenly felt the intense pressures of the day easing out of her. She HAD done a really amazing thing, winning Memphis. 

She looked at Drums, wearing a lopsided grin. "I guess I'd like to get drunk."

Drums smiled back. "I know just the place."

Drums took Jen to the Cage, an underground club. It was dark and crowded with 20- and 30-somethings, and a couple of local alternative bands were blaring out music in different rooms.

Drums pushed a beer into Jen's hand. Then he held out a pill. It was Ecstasy. "You feel like it tonight?" 

Jen looked at the pill. Why not? Johnny said she could take tomorrow off (she was probably higher in the partnership hierarchy than Johnny, but she'd always think of her mentor as her boss). There was a lull with Memphis for a few days until things really got going. She could use a blow-out evening.

"Sure," Jen said talking the pill from him. She swallowed it and washed it down with beer. "You're taking one too right?"

"You bet babe," he said grinning. He popped one into his mouth.

Jen almost immediately felt the euphoria brought on by the sex drug. Ecstasy made everything better, the music, the laugher of people, every touch. She felt more energetic (unlike weed that usually made her feel mellow). She felt happy, the first time since Mike's arrest.

Jen talked and laughed with Frankie, feeling almost normal. Frankie wrapped his arm around her and hooked his thumb into her back pocket, like a boyfriend would do. She let him.

They drank a few beers and soon Jen felt both high and drunk. It felt good to let loose!

Drums leaned in and kissed her. It was dangerous, they were in the middle of Manhattan, she might know someone there. But at that moment she didn't care. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. 

They heard a voice "Hey love birds." Both Jen and Drums looked over. It was Mal.

"Hey Mal," Jen said with a drunken, lopsided grin.

Mal could tell Jen was high. Even though Drums had his arm around her (like a boyfriend with his girlfriend), Mal stepped closer and gave Jen a hello kiss on the lips. It was actually more than a hello, the kiss lingered. Jealousy flared in Drums but he didn't say anything. Mal was his friend and the unofficial leader of the Ramones.

"How about a dance?" Mal said grinning lustfully at Jen. 

"Sure," Jen said smiling and taking his offered hand. She briefly squeezed Drums' hand as she walked off with his friend.

Drums felt even more jealous but again he didn't do or say anything. He scowled at Mal. Mal was the poster child for "bigger isn't always better." He had a small dick but he always got the prettiest girls, and they always seemed to leave his bed both happy and really satisfied. 

It pissed him off though, how he moved in on Jen. Mal knew he had a thing for this girl, friends didn't do that to friends. But then, HE was making moves on Mike's wife, and Mike was supposed to be his friend. Drums shrugged. Whatever.

Mal and Jen swayed to the music, dancing close, his hands on her hips. "Haven't seen you in a while, you look good babe," he said.

"Thanks, you do too," Jen said smiling and looking up into his face. God this man was gorgeous, he looked just like Ben Afflect!

"So you gonna just tease me tonight, like last time?" Mal said running his hand along Jen's bare shoulder. Jen had changed into a clubby outfit, a tight spaghetti strap top, skinny jeans and high heels. Underneath she wore a lacy bra and panties.

"Don't complain, I did more than tease you last time," Jen said with a laugh. 

Mal ran his finger across her lips. "A blow job's just an appetizer babe," he said with a lustful grin. "Besides your husband blew me, not you. He's good, I can tell he likes sucking cock."

Jen smiled, remembering that party. Her worry for Mike was always there of course, but that had been a really exciting time with Mike, for her it was a good memory. She was pretty sure it turned Mike on too, although he'd never admit it. Remembering that time from not too long ago, it actually helped relieve some of her worry for Mike. Of course, the Ecstasy helped a lot too.

Mal interpreted Jen's smile as an invitation. He pulled her close. "I can make you feel really good," he boasted.

"You have no idea how many guys have told me that," Jen said laughing again. Mal seemed to be clueless as to what was going on with Mike. In a way that was refreshing, to get away from her troubles for an evening.

"Give me a chance," he said grinning at her.

"Maybe I will," Jen purred. She moved into his arms, pressing her body against his. On her tips toes she reached up and kissed him. 

They made out in the middle of the dance floor. Mal cupped and fondled her breasts. Jen snaked a hand between their bodies. She rubbed his hard-on. He felt small (like Mike) but really hard.

She felt someone pulling them apart. "Hey come on now," Drums said. He looked annoyed at Jen. He scowled at Mal as if saying "this is my girl."

"I guess not tonight," Jen flippantly said to Mal, laughing. 

"God you're a cock tease," Mal said scowling at her.

"Um, guilty!" Jen said holding up her hand and laughing again. She let Drums pull her away. Over her shoulder she gave Mal a bubbly smile and said "Bye Mal."

She was clearly drunk and high. Mal couldn't help grinning back at her.

"God I'm so drunk," Jen said swaying as they walked. Drums needed to hold her as they walked up the steps to street level, otherwise she would probably fall flat on her face.

"You tease too much, you're going to get in trouble," Drums chastised her as they rode home in a taxi.

"I'm a slut, you know that," Jen said drunkenly. "I like sex too much." She pulled Drums to her and they made out all the way home.

Inside the loft apartment Jen pushed Drums onto the sofa. She got on her knees between his legs. She took out his cock, he was rock hard. But there was hurt on his face.

"Aw poor baby, did I make you jealous flirting with your friend?" she playfully whined in a clearly fake little girl voice.

"Fuck Jen you're a real bitch," he derided her. Inside he WAS hurt and jealousy, and now she was making fun of him.

"Do you really think I'd pick Mal, when I've got this to play with?" Jen said with a carefree laugh, holding his cock with both hands (and she needed both hands, that was how thick he was!).

"So I'm just something to play with?"

"Yeah, you're just my fuck toy," Jen said looking at his cock. He really had a nice one. She lowered her head and swallowed him into her mouth.

Drums groaned, his head rolling back. She was hurting his feelings, clearly he didn't mean anything to her, but still her mouth felt soooo good.

She sucked him for a few minutes, then stood up. She undressed slowly, letting him eat her up with his eyes. After shimming out of the skinny jeans she stepped back into the high heels like a true slut. She straddled his lap, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

They made out and fondled each other, both of them soon panting. Jen reached between their bodies and guided his cock to her pussy. She lowered herself onto him, his cock slowly penetrating her. She knew he didn't have a condom on but at that moment she didn't care.

They kissed as she rode him, lustfully pushing her tongue down his throat. God his long thick cock felt so good! So much better without a condom, she loved skin to skin! And the Ecstasy made it feel even better!

She came on his cock, her back arching and her toes curling in the high heels as the orgasmic pleasure ripped through her. 

Drums kissed her as she came down from her orgasm. "Don't I mean anything to you?" he asked.

"You're my fuck toy, isn't that enough?" she said drunkenly, riding him slow.

Drums got suddenly angry. He threw her onto her back and pounded her hard, violently. He put her legs over his shoulders so he could fuck her even harder, he wanted to hurt her, abuse her!

But Jen loved it! She clawed at his muscular arms and back as she felt another climax building in her.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me hard!" Jen urged him. Even as he felt his own orgasm approach, tears welled in his eyes, he knew he meant nothing to her.

Jen threw her head back as she came. Her spasming pussy muscles pushed Drums over the edge. He grabbed her shoulders and then violently slammed up into her, once, twice, over and over, each time shooting his potent seed into her unprotected and fertile womb.

"Yeah, yeah, god!" Jen said riding him thought his orgasm. She felt his ejaculation splattering her walls, it felt so nasty!

Drums collapsed onto her, completely physically and emotionally spent. Finally he leaned up on his elbows and looked at her. She had passed out.

Feeling disheartened, Drums pulled out of her. His shaft was covered with their combined juices. His sperm oozed out of her pussy. He must've cum a lot inside her.

He was angry and hurt, but she looked like a sweet angel as she slept. He carried her to bed. Along the way her high heels fell from her pretty feet. He gently laid her in bed. 

Jen automatically rolled to her side. Drums got into bed, spooning her and pulling the blanket over then. He put his arm around her and she sleepily pulled it to her breasts. They slept that way.

Jen fell into a routine with Drums. She worked really hard at work, getting all the Memphis campaigns going. Sometimes she worked out after work, sometimes not. When she got home he was there, he'd have dinner ready. They ate dinner, watched a little TV, worked on his marketing a little, drunk and maybe smoked some weed. At night they fucked, he always got her off at least once, and then slept together in the same bed.

Jen continued to categorize her life into the three buckets: Mike, Joe and Memphis. It was the only way she could get by. 

Frankie was somewhere in there. He didn't rate his own bucket. But his being around was comforting, it was nice not to be alone. Frankie tried to lighten her spirits, he kidded around and played his guitar. But when she was with him she was only half there, her thoughts elsewhere.

In the back of her head Jen knew Frankie had feelings for her. She knew she was using him. But then, he was using her too. And he could leave anytime she wanted. She didn't worry about Frankie, he was an adult, she already had too many things to worry about.

Like before they had sex all the time, at least once a day. It was almost as if they'd never stopped, because between their break up and now she'd only had that one night with Joe. Their sex was a temporary distraction and satiated her body's urges (which otherwise would have been annoying, like an itch you couldn't find to scratch).

Mostly Drums always used condoms. Sometimes she'd let him inside her bareback if she was feeling really horny (and high!) but she always made him pull out. Except for that one time he never came inside her. 

She was only mildly worried about getting pregnant. In her life there had been more than a few times when guys had cum in her (and she wasn't on the pill) and she never got pregnant, except for that one time with Tom. She was too busy at work and worried about Mike to pay it much attention. She fleetingly thought about going on the pill. But she was using condoms, she was making Frankie pull out, that had worked all her life. 

There was no new information about Mike. Sam and his powerful law firm were working hard at it but they were getting nowhere with the government, Sam had still not been allowed to talk to Mike. Reporters like Jasmine Kelly were also putting a lot of pressure on the government to provide updates on Mike, and more than a few Congressmen and Senators were pushing for more information, but the administration would not bulge.

But the government was definitely feeling the pressure. "We can't hold him forever," the FBI Director said. He shook his head as he read the report. "It's become a crusade for Jasmine Kelly, she's organizing support for Andrews in Congress."

"We've gotten no information!" the NSA Director said angrily. "We need his confession!"

"He's a tough shit," Colonel Banks said with a shrug.

"You need to use more robust measures," the NSA Director hissed in a low voice using the government's common euphemism for torture.

Colonel Banks shook his head, returning the NSA Director's angry stare. "We have nothing on him, how do we justify torturing an American citizen?"

"Do we have anything on Andrews?" Secretary Taylor asked, his frustration apparent.

"We have the logs where Andrews hacked into Sapphire," Trent reminded everyone.

"True, but those logs clearly show he never got close to the Liberty routines," Allen pointed out. He looked frustrated too. "We've never figured out why he bothered to hack in."

Colonel Banks laughed as understanding suddenly hit him. 

"What?" the FBI Director asked.

"Don't you see?" Colonel Banks said laughing again, but the laugh was without any humor. "Our logs PROVE his innocence. Mike Andrews used US as his alibi!"

The room went silent as they all took that in. Looking wearing in his chair, Secretary Taylor said "Is he really that smart?"

"We can't let him go," the NSA Director insisted. "We know he did it."

"I agree," the FBI Director reluctantly said. "He goes free, it's an invitation for others to attack us."

"Let's ship him to Gitmo," the NSA Director suggested eagerly. "Turn him over to the CIA. They'll get a confession out of him."

"The President hasn't authorized any ... robust measures," Secretary Taylor said.

"I have an idea," Colonel Banks said.

One evening after work Jen went to visit Sam. Jen tried to talk to Sam but he was really out of it with the chemo and all the meds. 

When she left his room Willow was there. They briefly hugged hello, and then Willow gave Jen a long look as if studying her.




Consequences Pt. 24



The old gypsy woman gave Jen a sad, faint smile. "Oh, sweet Jennifer," Willow sighed, affectionately brushing a lock of blonde hair from Jen's young pretty face.

"What?" Jen asked.

"You don't know?" Willow asked.

"Know what?" Jen asked puzzled.

"Jennifer darling," Willow said. "You're pregnant."



Consequences Pt. 25



Jen rushed home, stopping at a drugstore along the way to buy a pregnancy test. Frankie was there when she got home, making dinner. She ignored him and went into her bedroom, locking the door. 

She did the test. The box had 2 sticks so she did it again, to make sure. The result was the same both times. She was pregnant.

"Oh god," she said under her breath. "Oh god ..."

Frankie knocked at her door. "Jen babe are you okay?"

Her head was spinning. She didn't want to face him, she couldn't deal with him right now. "Um, Frankie honey, I'm not feeling well, would you mind staying at the Bronx apartment tonight?"

"Oh okay," he said sounding surprised and disappointed. They'd practically been living together, they'd spent every night together since the Memphis pitch. "Can I see you before I go?"

Jen reluctantly went out. She forced a smile and gave him a quick hug and kiss. "I have a really bad migraine," she lied.

Disappointment was all over his face. He hugged and kissed Jen and then reluctantly left.

"God ..." Jen sighed as she wearily collapsed on the sofa. She put her head in her hands and started crying. How could she be so stupid? 

It had to be Frankie's. He was the only man she'd had intercourse with since her last period. She'd been with Joe that one night. But he'd used condoms and was sterile anyway. It had to be Frankie. 

How could she have been so stupid? She'd let Frankie cum in her around when she was ovulating. And she'd let him bareback inside her other times. He'd pulled out, but a man's precum can get you pregnant, he doesn't have to cum inside you.

Mike had given his permission for her to see other men, but he'd explicitly said no Frankie. And now she was pregnant with his baby. How could she have let this happen?

She felt her life spiraling out of control. Her mom always called her a fuck up and that's exactly what she was. She imagined Mike getting out of jail, taking one look at her and dumping her. She cried harder at that thought. Then her thoughts went to what the government might be doing to him at that moment, her worries they might not let him go for a long time, and she cried even harder.

She finally settled down. For the first time in her life she seriously considered abortion. She'd thought about it after Tom, but now she seriously considered it. But could she do it? Take an innocent baby's life, all because she was a fuck up? As she struggled with it she started crying again.

Mike was handcuffed and dragged to a concrete room. There were two chairs, he was pushed into one of them and tied up so he couldn't move. "What's going on?" he asked the two men in the army fatigues. The men didn't answer.

Another man in handcuffs was brought in and pushed into the other chair. He looked to be an Arab or Afghanistan. Colonel Banks walked in. "This is Mohammad Mike," Banks said motioning to the Arab man. "He's like you, he hasn't cooperated."

Suddenly three big men grabbed Mohammad. They tied him to the chair and threw a black hood over his head. They forced a funnel down his throat and leaned the chair back. Then they gushed water down the funnel. Mohammad struggled, his arms and legs flailing. At first he was able to cough the water out, but then it flowed down his throat into his lungs, making him feel like he was drowning. Finally they stopped the water flow. They took out the funnel and let his chair down. He coughed and threw up over the floor. After giving Mohammad a chance to catch his breath, they tipped the chair back and started over again.

"Water boarding's illegal!" Mike yelled, his eyes wide at what he was seeing not 2 feet away from him.

"I can do anything I want to terrorists!" Colonel Banks said. "Talk! Confess you leaked classified information!"

"You have no evidence!" Mike insisted, fear all over his face. 

"Fuck evidence!" Banks growled. "Confess or you'll get the same as Mohammad!"

Mohammad was retching on the floor. A moment later they tipped his chair back again, pushed the funnel down his throat, gushed water into his lungs again.

"Is that what you want Andrews?!" Banks hissed, pointing at the waterboarding of the Arab terrorist.

Mike looked Colonel Banks in the eye, more scared than ever in his life. He said "I'm not a terrorist."

Colonel Banks shook his head, looking pityingly at Mike. He said to his men "Bag him."

"No!" Mike yelled and he immediately struggled against the ropes. Everything went dark as the black hood went over his head. He was terrified as he waited for the waterboarding to begin. Under the hood he heard them take Mohammad out of the room. He heard people around him, he braced himself for what was to come. The wait made the terror even worse.

Finally he felt hands on him. He yelled and struggled, then he realized they weren't tipping his chair over, they weren't shoving a funnel down his throat. They untied the ropes and roughly walked him back to his cell. They threw him in and slammed the metal door shut.

Jen's iPhone rang. She grimaced at the screen, both because it was cracked (she hadn't had the energy to fix it), and because it was Frankie. 

She'd avoided him the last few days. But she couldn't do that forever. "Hello?" she tentatively said.

"Hey babe," Frankie said. "Can I come over tonight?"

Jen hesitated and then finally said, "Okay, yeah."

They had an awkward uncomfortable dinner. Afterwards when they were sitting on the sofa Frankie said "What's wrong Jen?" He didn't understand what was going on. Everything had been going good, they'd been practically living together, and then suddenly nothing.

"Frankie ..." she said not able to look him in the eyes. "I'm pregnant."

Frankie didn't say anything at first, processing this. Then he said "Is it mine?"

"I think so ..." Jen said.

To his credit, Frankie managed to keep a straight serious face. But inside he was rejoicing! She was pregnant with his baby! This was what he wanted! This would let him be a part of her life, permanently!

Keeping his real intentions to himself, he squeezed her hand and said "I'm here for you Jen. I'll go with you to the abortion clinic."

"I can't do that Frankie," Jen said looking desperate and trapped. She knew all the arguments, she didn't blame other girls who got abortions. It just wasn't something she could do.

"You're going to have the baby?" he asked, keeping his relief and joy out of his face.

She nodded. "I'm so scared Frankie," Jen said tears falling down her cheeks. "What will I tell Mike?"

He tenderly brushed the tears away with his thumbs. "Mike said you could play, right?" he said gently. "Sometimes accidents happen, he'll understand."

"But ... he told me not to see you," she admitted. "He likes you," she hurriedly added. "But he saw us getting close ... he knew I had feelings for you ...."

"Jen has feelings for me!" Drums said to himself, his heart leaping. "Maybe we do have a future together!"

Still keeping his feelings to himself, he said "You're going through a lot, I'm just a friend from college helping out, he'll understand that."

"You really think so?" Jen asked hopefully. "Frankie, when Mike comes home, you won't make trouble right?"

"Of course I won't babe, no drama remember?" he said smiling reassuringly at her. "The people on the news though ... they say Mike could be in jail a long time, years --."

"Don't say that!" Jen snapped.

"I'm not saying it's going to happen," he said quickly. "I'm just saying, I don't know ... maybe you need to prepare for that."

He pulled Jen into his arms, comforting her. "I'm sure Mike'll be home soon," he said soothingly. But he hoped the opposite. Mike was his friend – sort of – but he didn't care about friendship. He hoped the government would keep Mike in jail a long time so he could have his wife all to himself.

Frankie held Jen a long time. He tenderly kissed the top of her head. He worked his lips down her cheeks and kissed her lips. At first Jen didn't respond, then she kissed him back. 

But after a few moments she pulled away. "I can't Frankie, not anymore," she said.

"Okay, I understand," he said. He was disappointed but knew better than to press things. There was always tomorrow or the next day. Mike was in jail and he was here. He just had to be patient.

He put his arm around her. "I'll just sit with you okay?" he said. 

They sat in silence, his arm around her. Finally Jen said "I think you should go."

"Do you really think you should be alone?" he asked.

"I'll be okay," she assured him. She'd done so many terrible things, she had to end this. Drums reluctantly left. Jen cried herself to sleep.

Jen met with Sam the next day. "Is there any news?" she asked anxiously.

"The pressure on the government is mounting," Sam said. "I met with Jasmine Kelly, you know the CNN reporter? She's supportive of Mike, she's talking to people in Congress."

Jen nodded slowly. She felt insecure around the reporter. Jasmine was blonde, beautiful, successful, big busted and almost 4 years younger. But Jasmine was helping to get Mike released. If she'd been standing there Jen would get on her knees and kiss Jasmine's feet.

"How can they keep holding Mike Sam?" Jen asked desperately. "They have no evidence, they haven't even charged him with anything right?"

"The government got a big black eye with Liberty-gate," Sam explained. "They're scrambling for cover, that's why they're calling Mike a terrorist."

"But they have no evidence!" Jen cried.

"When it comes to national security, the government has a lot of power, they don't need evidence," Sam said. "You've heard the stories about Gitmo right? Prisoners there have been held for years, all without trial." He squeezed his friend's hand. "Jen, we might not see Mike for a long time."

Days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. One day Allie came into Jen's office and plopped into her chair. "God I can't wait for this baby to get here," Allie lamented. "I'm big as a house."

Jen knew Allie was due any day. And she WAS really big, although of course she'd never say that to her BFF. Jen wondered how big SHE was going to get, she was only now starting to show (although she was hiding it with loose clothes.)

"Are you okay Jen?" Allie asked. "Anything you want to tell me?"

"Um, no, what do you mean?" Jen asked playing dumb.

"Jen, there are rumors, people have seen you with another man," Allie said gently. "And honey ... you look like you've gained weight."

Jen started crying. "Don't yell at me Allie, I can't take it," she sobbed.

"It's okay honey, I won't I promise," Allie said. She walked Jen to the sofa and put her arm around her. "Tell me what's going on."

"It started before Mike went to jail. I had an affair with Frankie --."

"Frankie?" Allie asked.

"That's Drums' real name."

"Oh okay," Allie said. She rubbed Jen's shoulder encouragingly. The news didn't surprise her, she'd heard rumors about Jen hanging out with the Ramones.

"We had an affair," Jen repeated. Then she added "It was more than an affair. You know Mike."

Allie nodded. "That was when you stopped wearing your rings?"

Jen nodded. "Mike was in London working on the Ring, he wanted me to live with Frankie, pretend like we were a couple."

Allie shook her head. It sounded crazy but it didn't surprise her, Mike was so kinky, he always pushed Jen farther and farther. "So what happened?"

"It was all a game," Jen insisted. "It ended at Colin's party, then Mike had to go back to London to fix some bugs in the Ring. Then he got arrested."

"You've started seeing Frankie again?" Allie prompted.

"Allie they took Mike away, I didn't know what to do!" Jen said panicked. She started crying again. "Frankie was there! I was alone, I didn't know what to do! He was there!"

"It's okay honey, it's okay," Allie said soothingly, hugging Jen tight.

Jen cried into Allie's shoulder. Eventually she calmed down, although tears still welled up in her eyes. "I'm pregnant Allie," Jen confessed, sounding scared. "Frankie's the father."

"Oh god Jen," Allie sighed. She'd figured that out by then of course, but hearing Jen admit it was still a shock. 

"What am I going to do Allie?" Jen said pleadingly. "When Mike gets out and sees me pregnant ...."

"Are you still seeing Frankie?" Allie asked.

"No I ended it," Jen said immediately.

Well, that was something, Allie thought. She worried about Jen, she could tell her friend was at the breaking point. "You're moving in with me and Darren, I don't want you alone. Come on, let's go to your place and pack."

Later that evening Darren grew angry as Allie told him the story. "She cheated on Mike, after all he's done for her, while he's in jail?" he said his temper flaring.

"Keep your voice down she's in the next room" Allie said looking nervously at the door.

"And now she's pregnant?" Darren said incredulously. "Mike should dump her ass!"

"Don't you dare say that to her, she's already a basket case," Allie warned.

"How can you defend her?" Darren said disbelievingly.

"You don't know Jen," Allie said. "Her father was abusive, her mom never there, all her boyfriends were shits. You don't realize how much she needs Mike, she's falling apart."

"So this is how she shows it, by cheating and getting pregnant?" Darren said sarcastically. 

"Jen's always been this way," Allie explained. "You should have seen her in college, before she met Mike. She was a mess. On the outside she looks like she has it together, but inside she's fucked up. You don't know how insecure she is. Men have always taken advantage of her."

Darren shook his head. "I don't get it," he said skeptically. "She's that much a slut, she can't keep her legs together?"

"It's not the sex Darren," Allie said bristling at his harsh words about her best friend. "Not all of it anyway. Jen's had a lot of shit in her life, and now she doesn't know if she'll ever see Mike again. Drums –Frankie -- whatever his name is ... she's holding onto him like a lifeline. Jen got close to Frankie in their stupid game, it makes sense sort of."

"I guess," Darren said skeptically. "It would help if they stopped fucking around."

"They'll never stop playing, no matter what they said," Allie said knowingly. "Mike is good for her, but he's not good for her too. They're both fucked up."

The government wouldn't release Mike, or provide any information. Days turned into more weeks and months. Allie and Darren had their baby, a beautiful boy who they named Darren Jr. Darren Jr. was clearly a mixed baby, but that was no surprised as Allie and Darren were clearly the parents.

Jen got bigger although she never got as big or gained as much weight as Allie. Thankfully, most people assumed Mike was the father, that she'd conceived before he was arrested. Only a few people suspected the truth.

Allie and Darren did their best to support Jen, but they were obviously occupied with their new baby and also busy with wedding plans. Allie kept delaying the wedding hoping to lose the baby weight before the ceremony. Jen kept busy with Memphis; that helped distract her from her worries about Mike. 

Jen was in the middle of her second trimester when Frankie called. "Can we meet at your apartment?" he asked. "I think I left some of my stuff there." Jen knew she shouldn't, but in the end she agreed.

"When did you get back to New York?" Jen asked later at the loft apartment. Frankie's solo album was getting a lot of radio time and he was doing gigs up and down the east coast.

"Last night, I have to fly to Boston tomorrow," he said. "Thanks for the marketing help, I'm getting a lot of solo gigs. Artie thinks my single will be a hit."

"Sure," Jen said with a shrug. She hadn't really done much. She'd brainstormed a campaign and then given it to someone on her team to follow through.

Drums looked Jen up and down. She was just as beautiful as ever, although the baby bump was noticeable.

"Any news about Mike?" he asked.

Jen shook her head. She spoke to Sam several times a week. He continued to work hard, and reporters like Jasmine Kelly continued to put pressure on the government, but they refused to provide any updates about Mike. She was starting to wonder if she would ever see him again.

"How do you feel?" he asked looking at the bump.

Jen put her hands on her tummy. "I think I'm over morning sickness," she said. "It wasn't too bad. I get tired faster."

"You look good," he said.

She shrugged. "I'm doing yoga and a prenatal exercise class," she said. She looked away. "It helps to keep me busy."

"Yeah ..." Drums said, looking at her baby bump. "Jen, I'm really sorry about this."

"It's not your fault," she said. Then she laughed, although there was no humor in her eyes. "I mean, it is, but it's my fault too."

He gave her a melancholy smile. "Can I touch it?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," Jen said. 

Drums reached over and put his big hand over her tummy. "Do you think I can feel the baby move?"

"Um, maybe," Jen said. She unbuttoned the lower part of her blouse then she took Frankie's wrist. She guided his hand to the side of her tummy.

"I don't feel anything," he said.

"I guess she isn't moving," Jen said. 

"She?"

"Intuition I guess," Jen said with a shrug. "I think of the baby as a girl."

Drums kept his hand on her stomach. He lightly began caressing her. "I'm sorry the way it ended," he said.

Jen shrugged. She didn't make him take his hand away. 

"I've missed you Jen," he said. "I --."

Jen put her finger to his lips. "Don't say anything okay?" 

She stood up. She unbuttoned the rest of the blouse and let it fall off her shoulders. She unzipped her skirt and it fell to the floor too. Then she reached behind and unsnapped her bra, tossing it next to her blouse and skirt. 

Drums pulled her panties down, looking her up and down. Her body looked mostly the same, in other words, really sexy. There was the baby bump of course, and her hips were a little more womanly. But otherwise she was still the same super-hot Jen. She even wore thigh highs and high heels. She was a very sexy pregnant woman!

Drums carried her into the bedroom and gently laid her onto the bed. He quickly undressed and got on top of her. Drums tried to kiss her but she turned her head. "Just fuck me," she said urgently.

Drums nodded. He took her wrists and pinned her arms above her head, knowing she loved that. He used one hand to hold them there. With his other hand he guided his cock to her pussy. She was soaking wet. 

Jen groaned as he penetrated her. "God ..." she moaned. Her eyes rolled up into her head as he pushed in inch-by-inch, finally getting balls deep into her. 

"Fuck you feel good!" Drums gushed looking into her eyes. Jen nodded but didn't say anything.

He fucked her hard missionary, then he turned her over and fucked her like a horny dog in heat. They fucked without saying anything, the silence only broken by their grunts and moans.

They both came. Afterwards Frankie tried to hold her. She pulled away from his arms. "You should go," she said.

With a shrug, Drums reluctantly got dressed and left. Afterwards Jen curled up into a ball and cried.

They met again the next week, when Drums was back in town. It became a routine, hooking up once or twice a week. Always they fucked in silence. Jen never let him kiss or cuddle her, although he always made her cum on his cock. After they were done she sent him away. Most times she cried after.

Jen was into her third trimester when she got an urgent call from Joe's dad. "It doesn't look good," he said on the verge of tears.

Jen rushed to the hospital. She hugged mom and dad, and Willow too. "Joe's asking for you," dad said. 

"Hi Joe," Jen said sitting next to the bed. He looked bad. The cancer was as bad as ever and the chemo had ravished his body.




Consequences Pt. 25



"Jen," Joe said giving her a weak smile. "I think this might be it."

"Don't say that," Jen said tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's okay, I'm at peace with it," Joe said. He looked guilty. "I just want to tell you ... I wish I was a better person."

"What do you mean?"

"Jen, do you think if a good person does a bad thing, it makes him a bad person?"

"I don't know," Jen said. "I guess it depends on what he did."

Joe nodded. Of course that was the answer, what else could it be?

"Can I asked you something?" he whispered. He touched her tummy. "Have you been with anyone else, since me?"

Jen nodded looking ashamed. "I guess I'm a bad person," she said.

Joe looked disappointed, but managed to give her a kind reassuring smile. "No, you're a good person who maybe did a bad thing."

"I don't think there's a maybe about it," Jen said with a humorless laugh.

"You did it with me," Joe said softly. "That wasn't bad, it was a gift."

"Hey, I got something out of it too mister," Jen said with a crooked grin.

Joe smiled at her. Then he touched her tummy again. "Do you think it could be mine?"

Jen understood what this was all about. Joe was dying, he wanted to have some legacy of his life. "It could be Joe," she said squeezing his hand and giving him an encouraging smile. She doubted it was though, past chemo had probably left him sterile. 

Joe managed a smile. "Thank you for taking care of me Jen," he said. "It meant a lot, to be with a beautiful woman before ...." He choked up. He added "It was really special."

Jen knew he was going to say "before I die." Tears fell down her cheeks. "It was special for me too Joe," she said leaning over and kissing his hand.

"I hope it works out for you and Mike," Joe said. "Tell him I'm sorry, okay?"

Jen nodded, sobbing.

There was a knock at the door. Dr. Calgary said "I think it's time Jen."

"Okay," Jen said sobbing. "Goodbye Joe."

Joe gave Jen a last smile. "Goodbye Jen."

A young priest walked in, taking Jen's place beside the bed. "Hello Joe," Father Preston said. "You called for me?"

Joe had attended Father Preston's church since moving to New York City. He asked the same thing he asked Jen. "Father, if a good person does a bad thing, does that make him a bad person?"

"Joe, in the eyes of God, all men have the potential of being good," Father Preston said. "You only need to confess your sins and God will forgive you. Is there something you'd like to confess Joe?"

Joe nodded. "I did something bad Father."

"Then confess your sins Joe," Father Preston urged him. "Confess and God will forgive you."

Joe nodded. He told Father Preston everything.

Later that night, Joe died.

"My name is Allen, I'm chief scientist here at CATF," Allen said. He sat across from Mike. Mike had lost a lot of weight, he looked almost emaciated. He was pale from not seeing the sun for months.

Allen offered his hand. Mike was surprised at the civilized gesture, it'd been a long time since anyone had treated him as a human being. 

Mike shook Allen's hand. Allen noticed Mike's hands were handcuffed and chained to the floor.

"I'll get to the point," Allen said. "My team has been studying how you infected Sapphire --."

"I didn't infect Sapphire," Mike insisted. "You have no evidence."

"That's why I'm here," Allen said giving Mike a friendly smile. "I'm here to offer you a deal. You tell us how the Cloaking Device works, you go free."

"The Cloaking Device?" Mike asked.

"The way you hacked into Sapphire without leaving any tracks," Allen said. He gave Mike an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm a big Trekkie."

Mike couldn't help smiling. They were calling his software the cloaking device. "So what are you, the good cop?" he asked.

"I'm a scientist talking to another scientist," Allen said. "You're right, we don't have any evidence. That doesn't mean we can't keep you here a long time. People are talking about sending you to Gitmo, handling you over to the CIA. Trust me Mike, you don't want that to happen."

"What would the government do with the Cloak?" Mike asked stubbornly. "More spying on Americans?"

"Mike, do you know we were already setting up a special court that would have oversight over Liberty?" Allen said. "Yes, I admit, we jumped the gun and the spying was illegal, but we were working towards making it legal."

"You're lying," Mike said.

"Mike come on," Allen said gently. "We're the United States of America. Sometimes it takes a while, but we usually get it right, eventually."

Allen looked imploringly at Mike. "Mike, you have to trust our government to do the right thing. Take the deal. Get your life back."

That morning Jen looked at her iPhone. She'd put tape over the crack and that'd worked for a while, but now the screen was falling apart. She dropped it off at the Apple Store near work. The attendant told her the phone would be ready tomorrow.

Later that day Drums called Jen. "I just flew in, want to get together?"

Jen looked at the time. It was already 7pm. She could hook up with Frankie and get to Allie and Darren's place by 830pm, maybe earlier. Allie wouldn't suspect anything, she'd been working late a lot (Jen hadn't told Allie about her liaisons with Frankie). 

"Okay," Jen said into her phone. 

Drums was inside her within 5 minutes of meeting at the loft apartment. That was how it was with them, their sex was passionate, urgent and fast. Jen let him touch her wherever he wanted, but she wouldn't let him kiss her or snuggle her after. They hardly spoke at all and usually she made him leave right after.

Her big belly made missionary awkward, so by silent agreement he always took her from behind. Jen liked it better that way anyway, it was her favorite position. She supported her big belly with pillows and that allowed him to pound her really hard, fast and deep. 

After they came Drums pulled out of Jen and rolled onto his back, panting. His cock was covered with their mutual juices.

Jen sat up in bed and pulled a sheet over her. "You should go Frankie," she said.

"My single's a hit, it's number 18," Frankie said grinning.

Jen gave him a weak smile. "That's good Frankie, I'm happy for you."

"How about a drink, to celebrate?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," Jen said with a shrug. She didn't want to celebrate, she didn't care about his stupid single. Whatever.

She was looking out the window when he came back with 2 tumblers. One was filled with vodka, the other water. "Here you go," Drums said giving Jen the glass of water. They clinked glasses. Jen managed to smile at him.

"How do you feel?" Drums said.

"I feel fat," Jen said her hands on her belly. "My back hurts all the time."

"You're not fat," Drums said with a good natured laugh. He ran his hand up her leg and gave her knee an encouraging squeeze. Her legs were as amazing as always. Her ass and hips were a little more womanly, but honestly he thought she looked even sexier this way. He liked her knew curves.

He ran his hand up her thigh. The sheet fell away. He looked between her legs.

Her pussy lips were red and swollen from their fucking, and some of his cream was oozing out. He noticed that, as always, she was completely hairless (she told him once Mike had paid for her to get electrolysis so she had a permanent Brazilian). But now she had a little tuff of soft blonde hair above her clit.

"I guess it's hard to shave with your stomach," he observed.

Jen shrugged. Honestly she hadn't thought about it. 

Since meeting Mike she'd always used her little tuff of pubic hair to tease him. Sometimes she kept a little landing strip to teasingly remind him she was a natural blonde. Other times she kept herself completely bare to make herself look really young, like a school girl (Mike loved that look) or to torment him with the knowledge she was keeping herself bare for her lovers. So much of what she did was about Mike ....

"I can shave you, help you out," Drums joked.

"Don't worry about it," Jen said listlessly, pulling the sheet back up. "You should go Frankie."

"I'm worried about you Jen," Drums said. "You seem so unhappy."

Jen shrugged. "I don't know," she said looking off into the distance, as if talking to herself. "I don't know where I'm going ..."

"You're an amazing person Jen," Drums assured her. "Things will get better."

"Amazing?" Jen scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. "My husband's in jail. And what do I do? I'm pregnant with your baby. I just let you fuck me. I'm not amazing Frankie. I'm nothing. I'm hateful."

Jen felt empty inside. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. There was nothing there.

"Jen babe come on, don't say that," Frankie said. He hugged her. "Come on, let me rub your back."

He laid her on her side, facing away from him. She let him do it, feeling listless and not caring what he did.

Frankie pulled the sheet away, exposing her back. He rubbed up and down her back and dug his thumbs into her lumbar muscles.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yeah I guess," she said.

Frankie studied her back side. Her ass was a little fleshier and her hips a little curvier. Her legs remained tight and toned. He honestly thought she looked better than ever, he hoped her body kept the extra curves after the baby came.

"You look really good Jen," he said stroking her ass hoping to make her feel better. Jen didn't say anything. 

He turned her a little towards him to look into her beautiful face. The sheet fell away. He looked at her tits. "These are bigger," he said grinning. He said it as a joke but her breasts were noticeably bigger.

She shrugged, again not saying anything. She didn't stop him as he reached over and cupped her breasts. His erection was already growing again as he thumbed her nipples.

Jen felt her nipples get hard. At that moment she hated her body. She felt empty inside, she felt despicable for betraying the man she loved. Yet her body was responding to Frankie's caresses. It'd always been that way. She was such a cheap, worthless slut.

Frankie ran his fingers over Jen's belly to her pussy. He stroked between her lips, circling her clit. He watched as her eyes became heavy lidded, as her cheeks flushed, as her breathing deepened. He adored this girl, she was always up for more sex, no matter what!

He grinned lustfully at her. "I want to shave this," he said stroking the blonde tuff of hair above her clit.

Jen shrugged uncaringly. Frankie was like every other man. He only cared about her pretty face, her sexy body, her mouth, her pussy. They did what they wanted with her. He wasn't her fuck toy, she was his. She was every man's fuck toy. That's all she was, a cum bucket for big cocks.

Frankie came back with a shave kit. He used a scissors to clip off most of the soft blonde tuff. Then he used shave cream and a razor to make her completely bare. He gently rubbed her smooth mound with baby oil. His fingers slick with the perfumed oil, he rubbed over her clit, and then stuck a finger into her. Jen couldn't help moaning. He grinned when he heard that. It made him feel good that he could always turn her on.

"You want to fuck me again, right?" Jen said tauntingly, tears welling in her eyes. "That's what I am to you right, easy pussy?"

"Don't give me that shit, I know you want it," he said grinning lustfully at her. He turned her over. He pulled her ass up and held her hips as he got ready to mount her. He pushed balls deep into her and began to ride her hard.

Jen's tears poured out of her eyes, her face pushed into the mattress and muffling her sobbing. She let Frankie take her. Inside she felt emotionally crippled, yet her body still responded to what he was doing to her. 

Jen's body responded, pushing her ass back to meet his thrusts. Soon she was moaning and clawing at the sheets. Moments later they both came, Jen's climax on his cock pushing him over the edge. Afterwards Jen pushed him away, curling herself into a ball and crying. 

Satisfied yet exasperated, Drums got up and went into the kitchen. He was frustrated with Jen, he didn't get her. Why was she so upset? Their sex was great, he knew he was rocking her world. He'd cleaned up his act, less partying, less drugs, healthier foods. He was treating her nice, he made her dinner, he hugged her, he always made sure she came before blowing his load. What was her problem?

He had a hit single, a concert tour lined up. It wasn't like before, when he was a loser. He was a hot property now, making a lot of money. Mike was probably going to rot in jail for years. She was pregnant with his baby for god's sake. Mike was history, she belonged to him now. 

He knew one thing. When they were married, she'd be cooking HIS dinner, she'd be giving HIM massages, and she'd be on her knees all the time with his cock in her mouth. No more of this moping around. She'd smile and laugh like before. If not, she'd get the back of his hand. Chicks needed slapped around some, they needed to understand who was in charge.

Jen should be kissing his ass. She was lucky he still wanted her. Sure she was still good looking, a knockout. Duh! That was why he still wanted her. But no one else would want her, no man wants to raise another man's brat kid.

Drums knew something else too. This would be Jen's one and only kid. He never wanted her pregnant again. He wanted to keep her body tight, fuckable, he wanted her to keep her looks. Otherwise what use was she? He didn't want her like Allie, fuck she used to be hot but now she was a fat cow. After she had his kid he'd get Jen to see a doctor, to take care of that permanently.

He went to the kitchen to get a beer. When he returned she was out, having cried herself to sleep. He got into bed with her, pulling the blanket over them and spooning her. He liked feeling her bare skin against his. He put his arm around her and fell asleep that way.

The deal happened fast. For as long as the government had held him, now they wanted him gone, they wanted to put Liberty-gate behind them.

Mike told Allen and his team how the Cloak worked. Afterwards Allen gave him a piece of paper. "You need to agree to this, then you can go," Allen said.

"What?" Mike said. "You said I just had to explain how the Cloak works."

"I'm sorry Mike, this just came down from the top," Allen said looking apologetic. "They want to make an example of you, to discourage people from doing this in the future."

Mike read the paper. The government wanted all his assets! All his money, all his stocks, his Sapphire patents, everything! And he was prevented from ever working in the financial industry again!

"I can't agree to this!" Mike protested to Allen. "I'll be ruined!"

"I'm sorry Mike, I didn't know they were going to do this," Allen said looking apologetic and peeved at his superiors. He handed Mike a phone. "Your lawyer's on the phone. Talk to him about it."

The government had briefed Sam on the deal. "Sam I can't agree to this!" Mike said. "They want everything! All my money, my career. I won't have anything!"

"Mike you need to take this deal!" Sam implored him. "They've held you in custody for months and this is the first time they've let me talk to you! That's how serious this is! If you don't agree now they might make you disappear for years! This is your only chance to get out!"

"But Sam I won't be able to work, how will I support Jen?"

"You'll have your freedom Mike," Sam said. "You can make more money, you can build a new career. You have to take this deal."

Mike finally agreed. What else could he do? 

Sam wanted to tell Mike about Jen's pregnancy, he was among the few who suspected Mike might not be the father. But he knew their call was being monitored and was unwilling to convey his suspicions with the government listening. After hanging up with Mike Sam called Jen, both to give her the good news and to give her time to prepare whatever story she was going to tell Mike. But she wasn't at work and she didn't answer her cell (he didn't know of course her iPhone was being serviced). He shook his head and hoped everything would be alright.

The government flew Mike from the Alabama detention center to a military base outside NYC. Without another word they put him into a cab for the trek to the loft apartment. Like Sam, Mike tried calling Jen's cell but she didn't answer (like many people, they no longer had a landline).

When Mike finally got to the loft apartment it was dark. When he opened the door he instantly knew Jen was with someone, the apartment reeked of sex.

He didn't hear movement or moans. He anxiously quietly crept to the bedroom. The door was open, he had a clear view of the bed. What he saw broke his heart.

Jen was asleep in Drums' arms. They were both completely naked. Clearly they'd recently fucked. Her pussy lips were red and swollen and milky cum oozed down her thighs.

And her belly was big. She was clearly pregnant!

"Jen ..." he groaned, his heart broken.

Drums snapped his eyes open. He frowned at Mike. He put his hand possessively over her pregnant stomach. His message was clear. This is my baby. This is my girl.



Consequences Pt. 26: Final



Jen's eyes slowly opened. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Who she was seeing!

She bolted up in bed. "Oh my god Mike!" she cried, her body filled with sudden relief and joy.

Then she saw the hurt and anger in her husband's face. She suddenly remembered Frankie, laying right next to her. They were both nude, and his hand was on her pregnant belly. Her pussy still felt tender from their recent fucking, wet from his cum inside her.

"Oh Mike!" she wailed, tears flowing down her cheeks. She threw Frankie's hand off her and hurriedly wrapped a sheet around herself. She rushed to him, falling to her knees and hugging his legs. "Please Mike ..."

"Jen -," Drums said frowning.

"Go Frankie get out now!" Jen yelled not taking her arms from Mike's legs. Scowling, Drums got dressed and left.

Jen looked up at Mike through tear stained eyes. "Please let me explain baby," she begged. "Please ..."

Mike reached down and pulled off the sheet. He looked down at her pregnant stomach.

"Please Mike ..." she begged. She was crying really hard now.

Mike felt numb. Somehow she managed to walk him to the sofa and sat him there. She didn't want to talk in bed, there were too many signs of her recent sex with Frankie. 

Jen hurriedly changed into Mike's old fraternity t-shirt. It was just big enough to fit over her belly. She sat next to him, her legs under her. She snuggled into his arm and hugged him tight. "I can't believe you're finally home," she said, and she started crying again.

Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said "It's Drums' baby." It was a statement, not a question.

Jen's tears poured out and she hugged him even tighter, she was terrified he was going to leave her. She didn't know what to say so she just told the truth. "I was alone, they were holding you, I didn't know what to do," she said sobbing. "He was there."

"I don't love him, I don't feel anything for him!" she hurriedly added. "He was just there."

"How far are you?" Mike asked. 

"... about 7 months" Jen said hesitantly.

It didn't take a math genius to figure it out. "So you started fucking him as soon as they arrested me," he said bitterly.

"Mike please ..." she said hugging him even tighter.

"Did you?" he pressed. He knew the answer but he wanted her to say it.

"... it was just sex," Jen said hesitantly, trying to assure him. "I don't feel anything for him. They arrested you, Sam said they might hold you a long time. I didn't know what to do, I freaked. I couldn't stand being alone. Frankie he was just there."

"Everyone thinks it's your baby," Jen said looking at Mike and clutching his shirt. "It IS your baby." 

When he didn't respond Jen clutched his shirt. "Please say it's your baby Mike, please!" she begged.

"I just ... I need some time," Mike finally said.

It was really late, they were both emotionally and physically tired. Jen hurriedly changed the sheets. She called Allie so she wouldn't worry. Then she took a shower to wash Frankie off her. Of course she couldn't wash the baby away ...

She toweled off and sprinkled baby powder on herself, knowing Mike loved that. She put his old fraternity t-shirt back on and went out. She got scared when he wasn't in bed. Did he leave? But she found him on the sofa looking into the distance. 

He seemed in shock, distant. She gently walked him to the bedroom and undressed him. Her heart broke, he was so thin! She laid him in bed and she snuggled in next to her.

As they lay in the darkness Jen ran her hand over his body. Not sexual, more motherly. He was so thin! She wanted to know what happened but she knew not to ask, there was time for that later.

She ran her hand down to his crotch. He was hard. She put her leg over his. She knew he loved it when she ran her leg over his, he was a major leg man, so she did that. She was rewarded when he got even harder. She began slowly stroking him.

"Don't," he said. She heard a lot of hurt in his voice. Of course he was hurt, what man wouldn't be hurt. But at least he was here, in bed with her, he hadn't bolted. 

"Please let me do this," she whispered to him, kissing his cheek. She sensed it was too soon to try to make love to him, his emotions were too raw for that. So instead she kissed down his body. She took him into her mouth.

She could easily swallow all of him. He was small, but at that moment she would be happy with just his penis for the rest of her life. She focused on giving him pleasure and release. 

As she went down on him, Mike reached down and gently squeezed her breasts. Jen paused long enough to take off the t-shirt, giving her husband complete access to her body. After all, her body was his, not matter what Frankie had done to her. As she took him into her mouth again, she felt him reach down and gently squeeze her breasts, as if getting use to their bigger size. Then his hands continued to her belly. He tenderly caressed her pregnant stomach as she sucked him. She loved the feeling on his tender hand on her stomach.

He came moments later. He came a lot, way more than normal. She almost gagged on the amount of semen. That made sense she guessed since he hadn't had sex for 7 months.

After swallowing all of it she moved back up his body and hugged him tight. She intended to hold him all night, she wasn't going to let him get away. Although laying that way was uncomfortable given her big belly.

"Would it be better on your side?" Mike asked, sensing her discomfort.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. She rolled onto her side. As she did though she held Mike's wrist tight, so he had to roll with her and spoon her from behind. She clutched his hand to her breasts. After some time his hand moved to her belly. Her heart leaped when he did that. Maybe everything would be okay!

When Jen woke up the next day Mike was still spooning her. She turned over and he was awake, looking at her. His eyes were sad.

"I'm sorry I let this happen," Jen said softly. It was clear what "this" was since her big belly was pressing against his stomach. "I don't care about Frankie," she assured him. "I was a mess, he was there, that's all it was." She grew more desperate with every word. She clutched his hands and kissed them. "Don't leave me Mike! Please!" She looked at him desperately. "Say you won't leave me!"

"Jen ..." he said pulling away and rolling onto his back. She hugged him tight. She decided not to press it. They needed time, he needed time to let all this sink in. She hugged him even tighter. As long as he didn't leave her she figured things would work out eventually. "I love you Mike," she said.

The next day Mike and Jen met with Sam, who flew in from LA. "Claire wanted to come but she's in a show," Sam said after hugging Mike and Jen. Claire, his wife and Mike's good friend, was an actress in LA.

Sam pulled out the contract Mike signed. "They sent me a copy," Sam said. Seeing the pain on Mike's face, he added "You had to do it Mike, you had no choice."

"What?" Jen asked, not knowing what they were talking about.

Mike couldn't bring himself to tell Jen what the government had taken from him, taken from them. Seeing this, Sam handed the contract to Jen. She took a few moments to read it.

Mike was filled with dread as Jen read it. They were practically penniless now. They'd had everything in joint accounts and the government had taken it all, so they'd taken Jen's money too. All they had left was the loft apartment (the government didn't take their home) and their personal belongings.

Jen finished reading the contract. She looked up at Mike and saw the pain on his face. "I don't care about the money," she said hugging him. "All I care about is you're home." She was telling the truth too, they could always make more money.

"I can't work in finance anymore Jen," Mike said sounding desperate. "How can I make a living?"

"We'll figure something out baby," she said kissing him. "All that matters is you're home." She hugged him and said "I love you Mike, I don't care about the money, we'll be fine."

Jen insisted Mike go see a doctor. Dr. Sloan (Mike's regular doctor) declared him in good health given the circumstances. He prescribed to Mike some vitamins and supplements. 

"What about his leg?" Jen asked rubbing his bad leg. She'd noticed his limp was more pronounced.

"I guess I didn't get to do my exercises," Mike said. He said it like a joke, but there was a shadow over his face.

Doctor Sloan smiled but he looked worried. He asked Jen to wait a moment as Mike went to the on-site pharmacy for the vitamins and supplements.

"Mike's no doubt been through a lot," Dr. Sloan said to Jen, his brow creased. "It wouldn't surprise me if he's suffering from a form of posttraumatic stress disorder. You might find him lethargic, distant, depressed. I think he'll get over it eventually, Mike's got a strong disposition. Short term though he might sink lower. Watch him and call me if his condition worsens."

Mike was quiet that evening. Jen tried to get him to open up but he mostly responded with one syllable answers. In bed she tried to have sex with him. She desperately wanted to make love. That was how they'd always gotten over problems before, through the intimacy of sex. But Mike said he was too tired, he wouldn't even let her go down on him. She knew he was aroused though, he was rock hard (in fact he was hard all day long, she'd checked a few times by brushing her hand across him). She decided not to push, she knew he needed time. "I love you baby," she said as she kissed him goodnight.

Jen took off work the next day too. They planned to spend the day looking for a job for Mike. Jen thought he should wait, it was too soon, but Mike seemed desperate to get a job, to confirm to himself he was still capable of making a living.

Jen took longer than normal to dress. Yesterday she wore a loose dress that sort of hid her pregnancy. She hadn't wanted to remind Mike of her condition every time he looked at her. But she knew that approach wouldn't work. The fact was, she WAS pregnant. She couldn't hide it.

She wanted to look good for Mike. She knew he liked her on his arm looking sexy and pretty. She put on tights, a short skirt and a stretch top. The outfit clearly showed the baby bump, but it showed the rest of her body too especially her ass and long legs (she'd gained a little weight in her behind and hips but not too much, and she kinda liked how the extra soft curves looked on her). She brushed her long blonde hair to a silky luster and put on pink lip stick.

She knew Mike would love it, but she couldn't wear high heels. She'd gotten too big for that, she felt unbalanced now in stilettos. So instead she slipped into flirty cowboy boots.

She was rewarded when Mike looked her up and down and gushed "Wow you look great!"

She smiled as her heart did a flip at his compliment. She hugged his arm tight and said with a big encouragingly smile "Let's go get you a job mister."

But job hunting was rough going. All of Wall Street was off limits to him. Jen's firm offered to hire him and pay him a lot of money but the Ring was complete. Mike didn't want a pity job. He wanted to make money, yes, but he also wanted a job where he would feel like he was making a difference, where he was needed.

Mike could work in a software company, but there wasn't a lot of high tech in the New York area. To make matters worse he was radioactive to some companies, either because the ownership disagreed with what he'd done or they didn't want the controversy.  

"It's okay honey, it's just the first day," Jen said later at home, trying to reassure him. "Just give it some time, you'll have your pick of a lot of great job offers."

"Yeah ...," Mike said feeling down and depressed. "I wish I never hacked into Sapphire."

"Baby you're a hero!" Jen gushed, hugging him. "They were spying on people, you were right to expose them!"

"I'm not sure it was worth it," Mike lamented.

"You did the right thing," Jen assured him, hugging him tighter. "You're a hero, don't forget that." She added with a giggle, "Just don't do it again. At least tell me first."

Later after dinner Jen sat Mike on the sofa. Then she poured him a Highland Park scotch. After giving him the tumbler she kicked off the cowboy boots and plopped onto the sofa, putting her feet in his lap. "I've missed your foot massages," she said giving him a teasing smile.

Mike took one of her petite, pretty feet in his hands. The sole of her foot was slightly damp from wearing boots all day. He rubbed up her arch and below her toes. He felt himself get hard. He loved touching her feet, he loved touching the silkiness of her tights. 

"Feels good baby," Jen sighed.

"Drums didn't give you massages?" Mike asked.

Jen could tell he wasn't playing the game, there was too much hurt in his voice. "No, I never wanted him to," she said. She forced a teasing grin. "That job's yours mister."

They were silent for long moments. With her other foot in Mike's lap, she knew he was hard. His focus seemed to be entirely on the massage, but she knew he was thinking other things too. She sensed he was conflicted, the fantasy of his cuckold desires versus the reality of what had happened. "Are you okay baby?" she asked hesitantly, fearing he wasn't. 

Mike pulled his eyes away from her feet and looked at her stomach. "Pull your shirt up," he said, his voice almost cracking from excitement.

Jen pulled up the tight stretchy top, up passed her skirt and belly. She'd worn tights under the skirt, having folded the waistband down so it was like a band just below her belly button. 

Mike's eyes were focused on the top of her tights, where she'd folded them down. He loved when she did that, he had a major leg and stocking fetish.

Jen teasingly moved her foot (the one not in his hands) over his crotch. "You like this?" she asked running her fingertips over the top over her tights, over her big pregnant stomach.

"Yeah," Mike said, the one syllable word coming out like a moan.

Jen slowly unfolded the lights and pulled them up, passed her belly button, over her big belly. The dark semi-opaque tights contrasted enticingly with her smooth white skin. "This?" she asked.

Mike nodded. Jen stood. She put her hands behind her and unzipped her skirt, then wiggled out of it. She crossed her arms and pulled off the top. Her bra was next. Now she stood in front of her husband in just the tights.

She pulled his hands to her belly, over the tights. "This baby is yours," she said. When he didn't say anything she said "It is Mike."

She got worried when he still didn't say anything. She felt faint and got on her knees, putting her hand on Mike's leg to support herself. "You promised Mike," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mike put his hand over hers, but still he didn't say anything. "What's wrong?" she asked a tear falling down her cheek.

"... I don't know," Mike said honestly. He felt intense desire for Jen ... but what else did he feel? He wasn't sure. He felt empty inside.

Jen took his hand and kissed it. "I'm been thinking," she said in a small voice. "I couldn't get an abortion -."

"I'd never want you to do that," Mike said immediately.

Jen gave him a weak smile. "I know," she said kissing his hand again. "But maybe ... I think maybe we should give the baby up for adoption."

Mike heard the pain in Jen's voice as she offered that. After just a moment he said "I'd never ask you to do that."

"We Mike, we," Jen said urgently. "What WE would do."

"... yeah," Mike said after a few moments.

Jen heard the uncertainty in Mike's voice and started crying. She put her face in his lap and hugged his legs. "This isn't happening, is it?" she sobbed between tears.

Mike stroked her hair. "I just need time to get used to it," he said.

"It was an accident Mike, just like Tom!" Jen said sobbing. She said desperately "We were okay after that right? This is just like Tom!"

"Yeah," Mike said, but still there was uncertainty in his voice. They both knew this time was different. 

He pulled Jen next to him on the sofa and hugged her. He wrapped the throw blanket they kept on the sofa around her since she was naked (except for the tights). He gently stroked her hair and back until she finally stopped crying.

"I love you Mike," she said holding onto him. She ran her hand down to his crotch. He was still rock hard. "Make love to me," she said in a pleading voice.

"... I can't," he said after a few moments. He didn't know why. He desperately wanted her. But it just didn't feel right. 

She sobbed again, hugging him even tighter. He stroked her hair. "I need some time Jen," he said. 

"Okay," she said in a small voice, holding back tears. After a few moments she kissed down his chest. She moved to unzip his pants. Mike stopped her but she gently moved his hands away. "Please let me," she said in a pleading voice. Jen threw off the blanket, exposing her body. Then she went down on him.

Mike's breathing quickened as Jen took him into her warm soft mouth. He tenderly ran his hands over her body, over her bigger breasts, over her tights and long legs, over the baby bump. Especially over the baby bump. He was more turned on by her body than ever, he desperately wanted to make love to her. But he couldn't. He didn't know why. It was like her body wasn't his anymore ...

Jen bobbed slowly up and down on Mike's cock, not wanting him to cum too fast. She looked at him, her lips wet. His hands were on her tits. "They're bigger," she said with a crooked grin.

"Yeah," Mike said, cupping her breasts. They seemed about a cup bigger and heavier in his hands. They were still perky though with the same eraser-sized upturned nipples.

"Do you like them bigger?" Jen asked.

Mike nodded, captivated by her breasts. 

"I hope they stay this big," she said.

"I love them big like this, or small like they used to be," he gushed. "Either way they're perfect."

Jen smiled at him. She wanted to crawl on top of him and make love, but she didn't want to rush it. She went back down on him, and moments later he came.

Father Preston struggled over what Joe had told him. Normally confessions were confidential, not to be discussed with anyone but the confessor. But this was different. Joe was gone. What he'd done affected another person, she had a right to know. With a heavy heart, Father Preston began writing a letter to Joe's sister.

"How's Mike?" Allie asked when Jen finally returned to work.

"I'm not sure," Jen said looking sad. "Whatever they did, it's really affected him. Dr. Sloan said he might have posttraumatic stress disorder." 

"What did they do to him?" Allie asked.

"He won't say," Jen said. "Whenever I ask, he looks ... pained. Scared. I guess he'll tell me eventually." She put her hands on her big stomach and grimaced. 

"What did Mike say about that?" Allie asked looking worried.

Jen looked down. "I told him we should put the baby up for adoption." 

"Oh god Jen," Allie said, horrified. "Give up your baby?"

"What else can I do?" Jen said suddenly crying. "I'm afraid he doesn't love me anymore!"

Mike sat in a Starbucks drinking coffee. He'd spent the day job hunting. With Wall Street cut off from him, he thought about joining a software startup but the pickings were slim in the New York area. The high school teaching position was still available but that wasn't an option anymore. With his bank account empty he needed a higher paying job.

His iPhone rang. He looked at the caller id and immediately got angry. "What?" he said irritably into the phone.

"Can we talk?" Drums said on the other end of the line.

"How you doing?" Drums said an hour later. They were in a bar sipping beers. 

Mike shrugged, barely able to contain his anger. He had no desire to chit chat with Drums.




Consequences Pt. 26: Final



Drums shrugged back. He had hoped to keep it amicable, but whatever. "We need to talk about Jen and the baby," he said.

"Fuck you," Mike snapped glaring at Drums.

Drums glared back at Mike. "You know it's my baby right?"

"I know you betrayed me!" Mike hissed. "You went behind my back, took advantage of Jen!"

"Are you seriously giving me that shit?" Drums said sarcastically. "YOU hook me and Jen together. YOU get us to date, YOU get us to live together. You think it's a game Mike? Well it's not. I love her Mike, and she loves me."

"No she doesn't. You were just there, that's all," Mike protested, repeating what Jen had told him.

"You think so?" Drums said mockingly. "After you got arrested, you know how long it took before we got back together? Like, the next week when I got back into town. We were living together Mike. Not just fucking, living together. We slept together. All this while you were in jail. Does that sound like I was just there? Dude, open your eyes. I fucking knocked her up."

"You asshole!" Mike yelled and with all his strength he slugged Drums across the jaw.

The violent blow knocked Drums from his chair. He staggered getting up, holding onto the back of his chair. The bartender and bouncer moved towards them but Drums waved them off. "We're cool guys, we're cool," he said with a forced smile.

Mike looked ready to fight but Drums calmly sat back in his chair. "I'm not fighting you Mike," he said. "I promised Jen I wouldn't." He looked Mike up and down. He knew he could tear Mike apart, especially after losing all the weight in jail.

"Stay away from her," Mike growled.

"Maybe you should let Jen decide that," Drums said. "Maybe you should think about what's best for her. I watch the news. You got no money, no job. How are you going to support her and the baby? And it's my baby Mike, not yours. I'm not going away."

Mike winched at Drums's words. He'd put his finger on what worried him. A lot of his self-worth came from his job, his ability to take care of Jen. Maybe he wasn't the best looking, wasn't the best lover, but he'd always been a good provider, able to give Jen anything she wanted. But that was over, teachers didn't make much money.

Sensing Mike's vulnerability, Drums said "Jen loves me. Think about it. That's why she let me get her pregnant. She wants to start a new life with me. But she feels like she owes you, that's the only reason she's still with you. Is that what you want? Her pity? Be a man Mike and let her go."

Mike felt heartbroken and confused as he left the bar. He didn't believe Drums, but ... 

Jen said all the right things when they were together. But how could she have gotten together with Drums when he was in jail, fucked him, lived with him? How could she have allowed herself to get pregnant? Sure, accidents happen. But he was in jail for god's sake! How could she let all that happen?!

And there was something else. As far as he could tell, Jen hadn't done anything to get him out of jail. She was a marketing whiz, she couldn't do something to put pressure on the government to let him go? Instead of helping him, she'd been fucking Drums, living with him, getting pregnant with his baby!

Jen went home early to be with Mike. She was worried about him. He was anxious and distracted all the time, he was having trouble sleeping. He seemed disconnected, not just from her but everyone; he avoided seeing his parents and friends. She'd researched post-traumatic disorder, she was afraid Dr. Sloan was right and Mike was suffering from it.

Mike wasn't there when she got home. She distractedly flipped through the mail. One envelope caught her attention. The return address said Father Preston. She remembered he'd been Joe's priest.

She opened the envelope. Her eyes grew wide as she read the letter.

"Dear Jennifer,

Before Joe died he confessed his sins to me. I feel I must share his confession with you. Joe told me about your evening of indiscretion with him. I am not judging you, what you did is between you and God. But there is something you do not know. While you slept, Joe had intercourse with you. Joe did not use a condom, so he may be the father of your child. I thought you had a right to know this. 

Go in peace,

Father Preston"

Jen sat back in the sofa, her mind reeling. That night she had dreamt about having sex. But it hadn't been a dream. Joe had had sex with her. He's cum inside her!

Jen knew of course what Joe had done. He'd tried to get her pregnant on purpose, to leave a legacy after his death. 

She put her head in her hands. Joe had probably been sterile from all the chemo, but no one knew for sure. Now she didn't know who the father of her baby was. God this was so fucked up. She was a fuck up.

She heard motion at the door, it was Mike. She hurriedly hid the letter and envelope in her bag. She needed more time to process this before even thinking about telling Mike.

"Hi baby," Jen said melting into him. She hugged him tight. He hugged her back, but it was more like the hug of a friend saying hello. She felt he was hard. That was a good thing, that she still turned him on, even though he still hadn't made love to her since being released.

She sat Mike down and got him a glass of Highland Park scotch with one big ice cube. "Are you hungry? I bought food for dinner," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, sure," he said listlessly. 

Jen heard the lifelessness in his voice, he seemed so distant. She forced a smile and kissed him again, then went into the kitchen to make dinner.

From the sofa Mike watched as Jen moved in the kitchen. He loved watching her. Her every movement was so graceful, like a ballerina.

She wore a stretch top and a skirt. The skirt ended above her knees. She wore nylons and flats. He wondered if the nylons were thigh highs or pantyhose.

Since meeting her back in college, he'd wondered that a million times. Is Jen wearing stockings or pantyhose? Of course he could find out, he could feel her thigh or pull up her skirt, he had that right. But often he liked wondering about it, putting off finding out, it was like a game. 

She had such amazing legs. They were so long and slim, so athletic and shapely. He could look at her legs forever.

He looked her body up and down. The baby bump was apparent in her stretch top. Seeing it made him heartsick. But it made him so hard too. He despised himself, but he couldn't help having the dark lustful feelings. It was the ultimate cuckold fantasy. She'd cheated on him with a much better lover. Allowed her lover to get her pregnant. Did she love Drums? It made him heartsick and lustful both at the same time.

He walked to the kitchen, moving behind her. He kissed the back of her neck feeling her hair over his face. He loved her long blonde hair. It was so lush and silky and it always smelled so good, a mix of her perfume and vanilla strawberry scents of her shampoo.

Jen turned and smiled at him. Mike looked at her pretty face. He could look at her face forever, she was so beautiful, so young and innocent.

"I'm not that hungry," he said. "Can we sit and talk?"

"Of course," Jen said turning off the stove. 

"Can I asked you something?" she gently asked after they were sitting down. "What did they do to you?"

Mike was silent for a long time. "It's hard to talk about," he finally said. "I don't like thinking about it."

"Okay, I understand," Jen hurriedly said, talking and squeezing his hands. "Don't think about it anymore baby, I'm sorry," she said stroking his bad leg.

They were silent for a long time. Finally Mike said "I need to know more what happened, between you and Drums."

"I told you, he was just there," Jen said immediately.

"Don't lie to me," Mike said pleadingly.

Jen looked into her husband's face. She saw hurt and pain, but excitement and lust too. "Are we playing the game Mike?" she asked gently.

"... I don't know," he said, both uncertainty and urgency in his voice. "I just need to know. Why Drums?"

"I guess ... I don't know," she said unsure. "I was scared Mike. We'd spent a lot of time together. I guess there were still feelings there. It made it easier being with him."

Mike nodded. He ran his hand up Jen's long shapely leg, feeling the silkiness of her nylons. He ran his hand under her skirt. Jen lifted her butt slightly so Mike could push her skirt up. Lace came into view. She was wearing thigh high stockings, not pantyhose.

Mike leaned over and kissed her knee. Then he kissed her thigh. "You slept with him?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she admitted. She quickly added "Not often."

"But he lived here?"

"It wasn't like that," Jen protested. "He came over, then I made him leave. He hardly ever slept over."

"He came over to fuck?"

Jen studied Mike's face. She saw mostly excitement there, instead of anger or hurt. She said "Yeah, to fuck. That's all it was honey, just sex."

"When I was in jail, I knew you'd hook up with someone," Mike said. "I knew you couldn't go that long without sex." Seeing the distress come over Jen's face, he added "I love that about you. That you're so sensual." 

Jen nodded, but she looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. Usually Mike's assurances made her feel better. Now though she felt like a cheap slut, a tramp who betrayed the man she loved.

"Did he fuck you good?" Mike asked. "He always made you cum, right?"

Jen winched at Mike's words. She started crying. "What do you want me to say?" she sobbed.

"I want you to tell me the truth," Mike said urgently. "I need to know."

"It was just sex Mike, that's all," she insisted. "I was so scared. I couldn't handle being alone."

"He fucked you good though, right?" Mike asked again, his throat dry from cuckold lust. "He always made you cum."

"Mike stop!" Jen sobbed. "Please Mike ..." 

Mike got down on the floor, on his knees. He moved between her legs. He kissed up her thigh, ran his cheek over the lace of her stocking top. "I guess it's better, if you were with him just for the sex," he said in almost a whisper, like he was talking to himself.

"It WAS just sex!" Jen insisted. "I don't love him Mike!"

Mike nodded, staring at her pregnant stomach. Her body belied her words. 

"It was an accident!" Jen said urgently. "I got drunk. You know how I get."

Mike nodded again. He put his hands behind her knees and pulled her towards him. Now she was halfway laying on the sofa. 

"Make love to me Mike," Jen pleaded, the tears still flowing down her cheeks.

Mike didn't answer, it was like he didn't hear her words. He pushed her skirt up, all the way to her waist. Then he pulled her panties off her long legs. He felt the crotch of her panties. They were bone dry. She wasn't excited for him at all. He knew with certainty if Drums was here instead of him, despite all the tears and drama, she'd be soaking wet.

He looked up at her pussy. Despite her pregnancy it still looked the same, so pretty and innocent like a teenager's, two thin lips pressed tightly together, barely a shade darker than the surrounding skin. 

Above her clit she was bare. Well, not quite. There was a little stubble there, like she'd shaved recently.

Or someone had shaved her.

"Make love to me baby," Jen repeated, reaching for him.

In that moment, Mike knew what had happened. He gently rubbed the stubble with his thumb. "Drums did this right? He shaved you."

Jen's silence and the alarmed look on her face confirmed his suspicions. "I guess that's his right, with what else he did to you," Mike said bitterly, looking at Jen's baby bump.

"No Mike ..." Jen pleaded.

"Do you miss his big cock, fucking him?" Mike said, all the bitterness, anger and hurt coming out now. "Do you miss HIM?"

"No Mike, no!" she insisted, tears flooding down her face.

"Stop lying to me!" Mike yelled. He wrapped his arms under her knees and abruptly pulled her towards him so her ass hung off the sofa. Then he launched his face at her sex, licking up and down her slit and around her clit. Jen resisted at first but there was no way her body wouldn't respond to getting eaten out, that was just how she was. 

Mike slowed down, kissing and gently licking her clit. He reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, pushing her bra up. He tenderly caressed her enlarged breasts and big tummy as he lovingly worshipped her pussy.

Jen came after a few moments. "Come here," she said reaching for him. She wanted him inside her, she desperately wanted the physical connection of making love.

"I can't," Mike said pulling away.

"Why not?" Jen whined, tears falling again.

"I just ... I can't," Mike said. Tears welled up in his eyes. They cried and held each other on the sofa, not knowing what the future held for them.

Later after calming down, Jen changed for bed. She finished taking off her blouse, bra, skirt and stockings. Then she put on comfy VS cotton panties (she'd gone from a size 0/2 to 2/4) and Mike's old fraternity t-shirt.

"You don't have to wear that," Mike said, seeing it was getting tight with her baby bump.

"Of course I'm wearing it," Jen said. Mike had given her the t-shirt the first time they'd slept together, at his bedroom of the frat house. They hadn't planned to sleep together and Jen hadn't brought anything. He'd "loaned" the t-shirt to her. She loved the way the t-shirt smelled like Mike. The next morning she took the t-shirt with her when she went back to her sorority house, and she'd worn it to sleep almost every night since then. To her, the t-shirt was a symbol of their relationship, almost as much as her engagement and wedding rings.

As Mike spooned her in bed, Jen thought about what he'd said, "don't lie to me." Her thoughts went to the letter in her purse from Father Preston, about Joe. She wasn't technically lying to Mike about that, she just hadn't told him yet. She'd tell Mike eventually. Now was definitely not the right time, he was too fragile, their relationship was too fragile.

A few days later things were worse for Mike. He felt anxious all the time, he had trouble concentrating, he felt uncomfortable being around people. Job prospects in NYC were bleak, which made him feel even more miserable. 

And then there was Jen. He was so conflicted about her. Looking at her, looking at her pregnant, it made him feel hurt and heartbroken, angry, jealous, betrayed. Yet it got him so hot, he was constantly rock hard. He felt like he was going crazy! 

He had doubts about her, about their marriage. Did she really love him? Would she rather be with Drums? How could he support her and the baby?

The baby ... Could he love the baby? Or would the baby always remind him of this time, of when she hooked up with another man while he was in jail. While the government was doing all those things to him.

Finally he made a decision. Luckily he still had her number on his iPhone.

"Hi Tara, it's me, Mike Andrews," he said when his young friend answered. "Thanks. Yeah, it was ... it was pretty bad. But listen, I was wondering if you could do me a big favor."

When Jen got home from work that evening Mike was waiting for her. He was sitting on the sofa. Next to him where 2 suitcases.

Jen's eyes focused on the suitcases. "What's going on?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"I need to leave Jen," Mike said softly. "I need to ... get my head straight. I can't do it here."

"Okay, give me a sec to grab some stuff and we'll go," Jen said moving towards their bedroom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt Mike grab her wrist. He didn't want her to pack. He wasn't inviting her to go with him. "Please don't do this," she begged.

"I can't stay with you Jen," he said looking pained and conflicted. "I don't know. I'm ... I'm not right right now. I can't get better here. It's just ... so much has happened. Everything's too complicated. I can't get better here."

"You promised!" Jen sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks. 

"I'm sorry," Mike said, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "I just can't do it anymore." He picked up the suitcases. "I'm sorry Jen. I'm sorry." Then he left.

~~ The End ~~

(Mike and Jen's story concludes in "Life After We")