69 comments/ 66149 views/ 28 favorites Making It Work Ch. 01 By: xleglover (Author's note: My stories are based or inspired from real life things that have happened between me and my wife Jen. So in all my stories the characters are Mike and Jen and you can think of the stories as alternative universes of our life. This particular universe started with "He Fucked My Girl" and then continued with "All in My Head." This is the third story in this series.) * Mike and Jen took the next week off, talking, hugging, holding hands, working things out. Mid-week they flew to Seattle. They spoke to people at the West High School and really liked them. They looked for houses and found a cute bungalow overlooking the water with a cozy backyard. They took long walks and bike rides. They loved the big hills and the charming restaurants overlooking the water. Johnny gave Jen major heartburn about taking so much time off right in the middle of the Google project. "Mike and I went through major drama last week Johnny, I need some time," she told him. "Allie can cover for a while." They got back Saturday night. They spent Sunday as they'd spent the rest of the week, talking and reconnecting, holding hands, trying to get over the last week. They didn't make love though. Mike seemed reluctant to do that, which worried Jen. Monday, Jen woke up with the sun coming up, with Mike spooning her. She sensed he was awake, so she turned around and kissed him. "Hey you," she said softly. He looked tired. She asked "Are you okay?" He'd talked to Eric (his boss) late into last night. "Yeah," he said looking unsure. "I don't know about Seattle. I like it ... but it might be hard to turn down the partnership offer. And we love New York." "I'm good either way baby," she assured him. "You know that right?" "Yeah," he said. "Thanks." They hugged and Jen put her leg over his. She ran her foot over his leg. She'd worn white cotton bobby socks to bed, the ones with delicate lace trim, because she knew they turned Mike on. She'd also worn matching white lacy cotton panties, the kind a co-ed would wear. She wanted to be sexy but not slutty for him. He hadn't been interested last night, but she was going to try again. She wanted so bad to make love, to reconnect in the most intimate way possible. She ran her toes up and down Mike's calf. She made sure the lace trim ran against his skin. She softly ran her nails down Mike's chest and then cupped his crotched. She felt him get hard. She put her arms around him and they kissed. Soon they were making out. She pulled away from him just long enough to pull off his old frat t-shirt she slept in. She was relieved when his hands and lips went to her breasts and nipples. "That feels so good," she said encouraging him. Jen kissed down his body. His erection tented his boxers. She pulled them off and took him into her mouth. When he was ready she moved up his body. She peeled off her school girl cotton panties and squeezed his hand, putting the lacy material into his hand. She rolled onto her back, pulling him with her, on top of her. She reached down and guided him into her. "Make love to me baby," she whispered to him. She held him tight and kissed as he moved back and forth inside her. She wasn't going to let him go, she wanted him to cum inside her. Moments later he did. Jen had to go to work. So did Mike. She made breakfast for him. Then in the shower she went down on him until he came in her mouth. As she'd done repeatedly that week, she hugged him tight and told him over and over again how much she loved him and how sorry she was about last week. Later at work Scott walked into her office, closing the door behind him. "Go away Scott," she told him coldly. "Sorry again about the video," he said. She'd screamed at him more than once about it over the phone since Vegas. "That was a real asshole move," she told him angrily. She gave him a what-the-fuck glare. "Seriously Scott, what were you thinking?" He shrugged. "I was pissed you broke it off with me." "Deal with it," she said dismissively. "Since you're here, tell me where you are on Google." Scott reluctantly gave her an update on where he was. When he finally left Jen scrunched her eyes closed, calming herself. Why did he have to be so gorgeous? Later Allie bopped into her office. "So how's bubble boy?" she asked dropping into the chair. "He was really upset Allie," Jen said to her best friend. "He was dealing with major drama at work, and then Scott sends him the video." "Was that video hot or what?" Allie said giggling gleefully. Scott had sent it to her too. "God Allie don't start," Jen said. "Mike was really upset. He almost left me." "Again? Like after Ricky?" Allie shook her head. "What's his problem?" she said. "Does he or doesn't he get turned on with you fucking other guys? Come on, that video was a cuckold's dream!" "Don't call him that, okay?" Jen snapped. Later Jen nervously approached Johnny's office (her boss). "Mike and I are thinking about moving to Seattle," she told him. "You're bailing on me?" he said. "What about Kelloggs and Google?" "Allie can take over Kelloggs," she suggested. "She and Scott can work together on Google." Johnny shook his head. "Allie might be able to handle Kelloggs, but no way can they bag Google without you. You can't do this to me Jen, I put my neck out for you. You've got to finish Google. Listen, you can work remote from Seattle if you need to." Jen sighed back in her office. She knew Mike wouldn't be happy if she kept working closely with Scott. That night Mike said the partners were going all out to convince him to stay. "Have you decided?" she asked. "Not yet," he said. "I feel like we need a change, but the partners are giving me the major hard sell." "I'm good either way," she said hugging him. She hoped, though, he decided to stay. She liked the excitement of New York City. Seattle was okay, but nothing like NYC. But she'd go with Mike's decision whatever it was. He was her husband after all. "Um ... Johnny is giving me a major guilt trip," Jen said. "He asked me to stay until we do the Google pitch." She quickly added, "But he said it would be okay to work remote from Seattle." "Okay," Mike said tentatively. "You're still working with Scott?" "Yeah," Jen said hesitantly. "I mean, he's on my team." She saw a cloud pass over her husband's face. "I broke it off with him baby," she said hugging him. "You believe me, right?" "Yeah," he said. "I guess he's still your bud though?" "No, not after he did that video and said those things to you," she told him. The next morning on the way to work, Jen stopped at a Starbucks for a skinny latte. A good looking guy flirted with her in line. He leaned close to her and said "You've got great legs." She smiled politely. "Thanks, my husband thinks so too," she said using her standard brush off line. Later Scott came into her office. He closed the door behind him. "Open the door Scott," she said. He gave her a grin. "Why Jen? Scared to be alone with me?" "Scott, open the door," she insisted glaring at him. He moved behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, massaging her. "You're stressed," he said. "Go away Scott," she said pushing his hands away. "Come on, we're still friends, right?" he said massaging her again. "Not since you sent that video to Mike," she said pushing his hands away again. She gave him a WTF look. "And saying those things to him?" "I said I'm sorry," he said pouring on the charm. "Look, I understand Mike, I get what he's into. I'm the bull in his fantasy. I was just role playing. Jen, you've got to believe me, I thought he'd get off on the video." Scott's hands moved from massaging her shoulders to caressing her neck and behind her ears, really sensitive spots for her. Jen felt her nipples harden. She pulled away from his hands and stood up. "Yeah right Scott," she said sarcastically. "Can you leave please? I've got a lot of work to do." Scott saw her hard nipples denting her blouse and smiled a knowing grin, but he left. Jen sat down and gripped the arms of her chair. "Get control of yourself," she scolded herself. Mike was hard to figure out sometimes. A big part of what he got out of seeing her with other men was the angst and hurt. He often said jealousy increased his excitement. She didn't really understand why Mike felt so threatened by Scott (okay, before the video). To her, Scott was a nice guy, talented at marketing, gorgeous with a great body and freaking amazing in bed. They had stuff in common and she liked hanging with him. She half believed him about the video (but it was still a shit move). She wasn't in love with him. He was a FWB, a fuck buddy she enjoyed hanging with. But Mike was too threatened by Scott. That was why she broke it off with him, because her with Scott upset Mike too much, into bad upset territory. Later that night at home Mike said, "Baby, I feel like an ass about this Seattle thing. It's not fair to you. You've worked as hard as me in your career." "Honey, I'm okay with moving to Seattle," she said reassuringly. "I can get a job anywhere." "Yeah, but New York City is the place to be for marketing," Mike said. "So let's forget about Seattle okay?" Jen smiled beaming at her husband. "You're such a great guy," she gushed. Despite all she'd done to him he still put her first. "Does that mean you're taking the partner offer?" "I'm not sure," he said shrugging. "I'm thinking of getting a teaching gig here in the city. Would you be okay with that?" "Absolutely baby, I'm good with whatever you decide," she said affectionately running her hand through his hair. Later in bed she was on top, riding him. On top was her favorite position with Mike because she could better control how he rubbed against her. He wasn't that big, but she always liked feeling him inside her. Now though it wasn't about love, it was about lust. She needed an orgasm, needed the release, especially after that afternoon with Scott. She pressed against him so his cock rubbed against her clit. She was getting close, if he could just keep from cumming a little while longer. Then she felt Mike's cock twitch and she knew he was cumming. No not yet, she whimpered to herself, but she didn't say that. Instead she forced herself to moan and she cried "I'm cumming!" A little later she snuggled into him, his arm around her. "That was really good, you're amazing," he gushed. "You're freaking amazing too mister," she said back. It wasn't the first time she'd faked an orgasm with Mike, and it wouldn't be the last. All girls faked it sometimes. It was just something you did to make your man feel good. A little later Mike's breathing became regular. She looked at her husband's face. Deciding he was asleep, she turned onto her back and reached a hand into her panties. She closed her eyes and rubbed herself. She fantasized about Scott, from that afternoon. In her fantasy, Scott roughly bent her over the desk. He lifted her skirt and then rammed his big thick cock into her pussy, taking her bareback because it felt better that way. He yanked hard on her hair as he rammed her, licking up and down her neck. Just as he came he pulled out, twisted her around and shot his jizz all over her face and into her hair. Jen barely suppressed a moan "yeah Scott" as she came, her body arching and her toes curling. After recovering she realized what she'd almost said and closely studied Mike's face. She was relieved to see he was still asleep. She turned to her side and backed into him so their bodies touched. She silently chastised herself. "How stupid can you be!" she scolded herself. The next day at work Jen told Johnny they weren't moving to Seattle. He was clearly relieved. Allie bopped in and insisted they go to lunch. They went to a trendy restaurant down from their office. "I'm glad bubble boy got real about Seattle," Allie said. "I bet you're relieved." "I would have gone," Jen said. "You would have hated it," Allie insisted. Jen shrugged. "So you're really cutting Scott off?" Allie asked. "Allie, really?" Jen said with a scowl. "After the video? After Mike almost bolted? You're really asking me that?" "Jen, admit it, Vegas was so hot!" Allie said gleefully. She added in a delightful whisper, "We haven't shared a guy since college!" Jen couldn't help giggling at the memory. She got embarrassed and covered her face with her hands. "I can't believe we did that!" "We should do it again," Allie urged her. "We'll tell Scott to lose the camera this time." "No Allie," Jen said, shaking her head but still laughing. "Come on Jen," Allie insisted. "Invite Mike. He can watch. That's what he's into, right?" "Allie just stop," Jen said. Allie smiled, an evil mischievous glint in her eye. "How did bubble boy like seeing me in the video? Did he say anything about my big tits? He always looks at them you know." "Fuck off okay Allie?" Jen said angrily kicking Allie under the table. Allie laughed. Then she teased, "Think about a repeat with me and Scott, Jen ... it'd be so hot. I'll even let Mike fuck me." "Fuck you Allie!" Jen hissed angrily. "I'm just joking!" Allie said laughing hilariously. Later Scott came into her office. He was looking gorgeous and charming as usual. "What do you want Scott?" she asked tersely. "Jen, come on, I've apologized about the video, and we have to work together on Google. You can't keep giving me this attitude." Jen took a deep breath. "Okay, you're right, I'm sorry," she said in a more normal voice. "Let's start over. What's going on?" They talked about his tasks on Google. They moved to the sofa to spread out some drawings. As they finished up, he put his hand on her knee. "So you're serious, it's over?" he asked. She took his hand off her knee. "Yes Scott it's over," she said, but this time without anger. "I'm married, you know?" "I thought Mike was into it," he said. Then he quickly added, "Not counting the video, okay, that was a dumb shit move. But I thought he was into everything else." "No, not anymore," she said shaking her head. "So he gets to decide when it ends?" Scott said sharply. "It's all up to him?" Jen shrugged. "He's my husband," she said. "If you weren't married ..." "Scott, don't go there okay?" Jen said. They paused. Then Scott said, "It's just ... I like hanging with you. Are you saying we can't hang together anymore?" Jen shook her head. "That wouldn't be a good idea," she said. "That sucks Jen," he said frustrated. "There's a real connection between us. I know you feel it too. You've got to give me something. You can't just cut me off like I never happened." "Scott ..." "We're so good together!" he said. "Stop Scott ..." And then Scott's lips were on hers, his tongue in her mouth. Jen pushed against him but he was persistent, and soon she was kissing him back. He kissed along her neck and moved his hand between them, cupping and fondling her breast. When he rubbed her nipple through her blouse and bra she moaned into his mouth. It felt so good. Then she felt his hand on her leg, moving under her skirt. She felt his hand moving up her thigh, over her stocking tops. She felt his hand on her bare skin, caressing her there, her ultra-sensitive inner thigh. She found herself parting her legs. Then his hand moved up more. She felt his hand cupping her mound. He tugged at her panties, pulling them to her knees. She heard him opening his zipper ... "Scott, stop!" she cried, pulling away from him and standing up. They were both panting. "You need to leave, now," she said pulling her panties up. "You want me as much as I want you," he insisted. "Leave Scott," she said pushing down her skirt. "Fuck Jen, you're soaking wet, I felt you!" "Leave!" she hissed angrily. He shook his head and frowned at her. He pulled up his zipper and left. Jen smoothed her blouse and skirt. "Get control of yourself!" she scolded herself. The problem was, she was still physically attracted to him. It wasn't too long ago they'd still been fucking. It was hard to turn off her body and desires just like that. But it was over now. For her marriage, it had to be over. For Mike, it had to be over. She willed herself to ignore the longing in her pussy. A little later her mom called. "Jenny is everything alright with you and Mike?" "Yes, everything's fine, why are you asking?" Jen said. "Sam's mother told me Mike moved out," she said. Then she added judgmentally, "What did you do to him Jenny?" "Shit, this is the last thing I need," Jen thought to herself. To her mother, she was a fuck up and Mike was her knight in shining armor. Which he probably was, but she wished her mom would not always think the worse of her. "Mom, everything's fine, okay? Mike and I are perfectly fine. He was just going through some drama at work," Jen said. They talked some more, and then Jen said "How's dad mom?" "He's the same," she said, sounding sad and resigned. "Okay, well ... do you need anything?" Jen said. "Do you want to visit us for a while?" "No ... I'll let you know if I need anything." Jen loved her dad. He was her dad after all. But he was a real shit. He'd always been a handsome, charming man, and he was even more so now in his fifties. Growing up, her girlfriends always had crushes on him, and everyone liked him. He was charming and outgoing and had a way of making you feel like you were the most important person in the world. But he also had a hard time keeping his pants zipped up. He had affairs all the time, even now. Her parents had separated multiple times, but her mom always came back because she couldn't resist him. But now, in her fifties, as he continued to sleep around, she was always sad and hurt, and humiliated because by now everyone knew her husband fucked around behind her back. Later that night Mike asked "Does Scott still hit on you?" Jen turned off the TV and looked at her husband. "Yeah," she admitted. They were silent for a while. Then Mike said "I watched the video again today." Jen turned on the sofa to look at him, one leg under her. "You did?" she said. He looked sheepish. "Parts of it were hot," he admitted. "What, of me and Allie?" she giggled. "That was definitely hot!" he said laughing. "Have you ever done that before?" "With Allie? Or with any girl?" Jen said with a giggle. "No and no." Then she looked kind of embarrassed. "We've shared guys before though." She quickly added "Before I met you." Mike raised an interested eyebrow. "Who were the lucky guys?" Jen blushed at the memory. "Once she talked me into a threesome with her boyfriend. Then she talked me into a threesome with a boy I was dating." She giggled. "She had the hots for him." "Colin?" Mike asked. "No," Jen said immediately. Thank god they'd never done that, Mike would really be upset. There was history there. "This was after Colin but before you." "You didn't mind?" "He wasn't you," she said smiling. Mike smiled back, but his mind was still on the threesomes. "Has Allie ever talked about me?" he asked. Jen straddled his lap. "You're bubble boy, remember?" she said. Then she frowned at him. "Why, are you saying you want a threesome with Allie?" "No, I'm just curious," Mike quickly said. Jen gave him a crooked grin. "That's good, because you know what happens to this," she said squeezing his crotch. He laughed. "Would you like to watch me with another girl sometime?" she whispered into his ear, her squeeze turning into a soft stroke of his crotch. "You'd do that?" Mike asked excitedly. "Maybe," she said. "It wasn't terrible. But not Allie, that would be too weird. And you'd just watch, got that?" Making It Work Ch. 01 "Okay," Mike said laughing. "When?" "I don't know!" Jen said with a nervous laugh. Then she eyed him with a crooked grin. "Did you like seeing Allie's breasts?" she asked. "And if you say no I'll know you're lying." "Okay, then yes," Mike said with a laugh. "Wrong answer!" she growled, again squeezing Mike's cock, this time harder. "Hey!" Mike laughed. Then they kissed and made out. When they broke apart Mike ran his fingers over Jen's breasts, over her blouse. He unbuttoned the blouse and Jen pulled it off, shaking out her hair. He ran his fingers again over her breasts, this time over her bra. "Do you really wish your breasts were bigger, so Scott could fuck them?" he asked referring to what she'd said on the video. She reached behind herself and unsnapped the bra, and then she took it off and threw it onto the floor. "These are yours baby," she said bringing his hands up to cup her small perfect breasts. "Yeah, but I'm saying ... if you had big tits, you'd want Scott to fuck them, not me." "No, I'd want you," she said kissing him. "But you'd want Scott too." "I broke it off with him." "But if you hadn't, if you were still hooking up with him ..." "Then I guess," she admitted. "If you had the choice, you'd want him to fuck your tits, not me." She kissed Mike's face, his cheeks, his lips. "Are we playing the game baby?" "Yeah." She kissed Mike again. "Are you sure?" "Yeah." "Then yeah, I'd rather Scott fuck my tits," she admitted. "Why?" "Because his cock is so big, and I'd want to see what that feels like," Jen said. She checked Mike's face. She saw mostly excitement but a little hurt too. She kissed his lips again. "I'm sorry." "That's okay." "Good upset?" "Yeah." "Am I terrible?" Jen asked, her head on Mike's shoulder. "Sometimes I think I'm a nympho. I can't control myself." "Like how you let Scott fuck you without a condom and cum inside you?" Jen stiffened, afraid Mike was getting angry. But he was gently stroking her back, and there'd been no anger or hurt in his voice. "I guess so," she admitted. "Do you think I'm a jerk?" he asked. "I wanna see you with other guys, then I get upset." "No," she said kissing him. "You're entitled." "I mean -- even after the video -- I still get excited thinking about you with other guys." "I know," Jen said kissing him. "That's okay." "Did you get wet when Scott hit on you today?" Mike asked. When Jen didn't answer, he said "Did you?" "Yeah," she finally admitted. A long silence. Then Mike said "I was thinking —" "Wait," Jen said interrupting him. She got off him and pulled off her skirt and panties, leaving her in just stockings and heels. Mike stared at her tiny bush that was growing back. Jen saw him staring. "What do you think?" she asked softly. "Sexy," Mike said. She ran her finger through the silky fuzz. "Still blonde," she said with a relieved giggle. "What would you have done if it came back darker?" he asked. "Probably colored it blonde," she joked. "Really?" he said not picking up on her joking tone. "My hair's not always gonna be this blonde you know," she said with a laugh. "It won't?" he said running his fingers though Jen's long silky blonde locks. "My god you don't know anything do you?" she said with another laugh, affectionately pushing against his chest. She straddled his legs and they made out. They broke away both panting. Mike's eyes returned to the blonde fuzz above Jen's pussy. He fingered the soft strands. "What were you thinking when you let him shave it off?" he asked. Jen didn't answer. Instead she kissed his lips and cheeks. "You can tell me, I won't get upset," he said. "You won't?" she said still kissing him. "I wanna know," he said. "I guess I wasn't thinking anything," she admitted. "I guess I just wanted him to fuck me." She looked embarrassed and anxious. "Terrible, huh?" "I think you're the best," Mike said. He gave her an assuring, lustful kiss. "I think it's sexy how you love sex so much." She smiled at him but still looked embarrassed. Mike looked down. He ran his finger through the fuzz again. "This is kinda hot," he admitted. She grinned. "Want me to shave it back off?" "Maybe." "Okay, just let me know," she said. Jen undressed Mike. Then he sat back down on the sofa, and she straddled his legs again. He was hard and his cock pressed against her pussy, but he didn't enter her. They hugged each other that way. "Are you cold?" Mike asked. "A little." Mike reached for a throw blanket and put it around her. "You were about to say something before," Jen said kissing his cheek. "Just ... I wish we could figure out how to make the game work." "I don't think we should play the game anymore," she said. "Not with other people." "Do you really think that's possible? I don't want things to build up inside you, and then you cheat on me. I'd rather we do it together." She pulled away and frowned. "You DO think I'm a slut, don't you?" "Jen, no, I don't think you're a slut!" he assured her. "I think you're a goddess!" She eyed him for a long moment. "A goddess huh?" she finally said, frowning at him. She got off him and kicked off her heels, then pulled off her stockings. Then she lay on the floor, on her stomach. "Come rub your goddess's back," she said. Mike smiled and straddled Jen's butt and rubbed her shoulders and back. He reached for some oil. He poured some in his hands to warm it, then continued to rub her back. After years together he knew where she liked touched, exactly how much pressure to use. She moaned under his touch, and that made him feel good. As he rubbed her he said, "I totally understand what it's like to lose control. I'm worse than you. You wouldn't believe what goes through my head." "I think I have an idea," she said with a giggle. "We're a dangerous combination," Mike said. "Yeah," Jen agreed. He got off her and lay beside her on the shag rug, on his side so he could caress her. He caressed down her back, along her sides (touching her breasts), and then her ass. He sensed her breathing quickening. He lightly ran his fingers between her ass cheeks and felt her pussy. She was wet. "I guess what I'm saying is, it would be okay with me if you hooked up with someone. Just not Scott okay? Not someone you work with and see all the time." As he spoke Mike continued to caress between Jen's ass cheeks, his fingertips lightly running from her pussy to her asshole. "That feels good," she sighed. "What do you think?" he asked. "I don't know," she said. "I'm not sure it's a good idea." She turned around and reached for him. He got on top of her. "You don't have to worry about Scott though," she assured him. "He's an ass. It's completely over with him." "It WAS over too," Jen said to herself, like a solemn oath. "It was!" She gave her husband a teasing smile. "Come here and fuck your goddess," she said reaching between their bodies and guiding him into her. "You like me calling you that," he said smiling. "I think I do," she agreed smiling back at him. And then they made love. The next morning Mike left early for work. Jen got ready for work, putting on jeans and flats. She looked at her calendar as she ate a light breakfast. It reminded her she had an appointment with Tom that morning, a storyboard artist she used to help with video mockups. She thought about it, and then impulsively changed out of the jeans and put on a short skirt, hose and heels. She took the subway to Tom's studio. The train was crowded as she entered. A guy looked her up and down and immediately stood up, offering her his seat. Jen smiled thanks and sat down. Then she saw a pregnant woman standing and stood. It looked like the pregnant woman had been standing for a while. "Sorry," Jen said to her. "That's okay," the pregnant woman said as she gratefully sat in Jen's seat. Seeing the pretty leggy Jen standing, two guys stood and offered their seats. Jen looked around to make sure there wasn't anyone there who needed to sit. Then she sat down, picking the seat next to the pregnant woman. "Sorry again," Jen whispered to the pregnant woman. "That's okay," the pregnant woman said. She added with a giggle. "Use it while you got it." They shared a laugh. Tom's studio was clean but cluttered. It was actually the top floor of his home that he shared with his wife Adria and toddler son Tom Jr. Jen sat next to Tom as he went through a series of storyboards, a mock-up of a Google ad. She made some suggestions and they talked about some changes. Jen had her right leg crossed over her left knee, and with her short skirt she knew she was showing a lot of leg. She sensed Tom glancing at her legs as they worked but pretended not to notice. Jen had known Tom for a couple of years, almost since moving to New York City. He was a talented artist and she often hired him for her projects. He was definitely cute and they had a mild flirtation going on. Tom Jr. scrambled into the room. Jen laughed and bounced the toddler on her knee, and they played while Tom grinned. Tom Jr. grabbed some of the storyboards and messed them up. No harm was done, and both adults laughed. Then Adria ran into the room. She slapped Tom Jr. on the butt and chastised Tom for spoiling the boy. This started an argument. Jen felt awkward being caught in the middle of it. Adria apologized to Jen and the two girls shared a few moments of polite conversation. Jen didn't know Adria well. She seemed nice, but it seemed like she and Tom were always arguing. "Sorry about that," Tom said. "No worries," Jen said, but she still felt awkward. She left soon after that. The next day Jen had lunch with Allie. "Mike gave his okay for you to fuck other guys again?" Allie said surprised. "Will you keep your voice down!" Jen whispered, nervously looking around the restaurant to see if anyone had heard. "Let's do it with Scott again!" Allie said eagerly. "Are you crazy?!" Jen cried. "If Mike found out my marriage would be over." "So he never finds out," Allie said. "It's not like you haven't cheated before." Jen glared at Allie. "That was one time and you know it," she said in hushed tones. After graduation she and Mike moved in together in their apartment in SoHo. They were deliriously happy together, young and in love in an exciting city. She got hit on all the time (so did Allie for that matter). One time she and Allie went for drinks. Mike was out of town, so Jen drank more than she should have. A really cute guy hit on her and was persistent about it, and she ended up going home with him, a one-night stand. She felt terribly guilty afterwards, although she'd be lying if she said she hadn't enjoyed it. The guy had been an Adonis. "Calm down," Allie said. "I'm just saying it wouldn't be the first time." "I'm not cheating on Mike," Jen said, her tone final. "If you want Scott so much then take him, he's yours." "You don't think I haven't already?" Allie said with a Cheshire cat smile. "Then why do you want me?" Jen said exasperated. Allie shrugged. "Mostly because Scott wants to. And Vegas was fun." "It was fun," Jen agreed. "But it's a freaking bad idea, so stop asking okay? Anyway, I think our game playing is over. It was only two weeks ago he almost left me." Later Jen guiltily thought about her one-night stand. It'd been the only time she'd cheated on Mike (and not told him about it), but there'd been other times she'd been tempted. She wondered if Mike was right, that she needed the game or she'd eventually cheat again. Before Mike she'd been with -- well, more than a few guys. She was blonde, pretty, bubbly and popular so she never had a shortage of suitors. She'd never told Mike exactly how many. Whenever he asked she'd tease and say something like, "more than Emma Watson -- I hope." One reason she liked Allie so much is she was even more "worldy" than her. One of her biggest fears was Mike would start thinking she was a slut. She liked the way he treated her like a princess. Like a goddess even. Men like Ricky and Scott certainly didn't treat her that way. They fucked her brains out, but didn't adore her like Mike, didn't see pass her looks to what was inside. She might be the pussy of the moment for them, but eventually they'd move on. She was smart enough to know that. She adored Mike too, he was her soul mate, although she knew sometimes her actions didn't show that. Across town, Eric was frustrated with Mike. "Mike, why haven't you accepted the partnership offer yet?" Mike shrugged. "Eric, this is a high stress job. Jen's job is high stress. I'm thinking about getting out of the fast track, for the good of my marriage." "Mike, you're crazy," Eric jeered. "Jen's a pretty girl. She's sophisticated, a marketing super-star. Do you think she'll be happy with a high school teacher? Sorry to bust your balls but you know I'm right." They talked some more. Finally Mike said, "Okay Eric, you're right. Okay, I accept the offer." Eric had put his finger on exactly what'd been worrying Mike. Jen was so pretty, so sexy, so smart, so wonderful, a lot of guys would trade places with him in a second. There would be more Rickys and Scotts in the future. They didn't want just her body, they wanted her. He needed this job to compete with them. The next week Allie popped into Jen's office. "You're coming to happy hour right?" she said. "I don't know," Jen said. "This isn't a good time for me to go out without Mike." "So bring him," Allie said. She added with a teasing grin, "We won't go to karaoke if that'll make him feel better." "Fuck you Allie," Jen said. Allie laughed. "You're going right?" "I'll think about it," Jen said. She'd like to go to happy hour. She was a social butterfly and she liked to interact with people, that was how her brain was wired. She called Mike, "Hi baby. There's a happy hour tonight. Wanna go?" Mike hesitated only a moment. "Absolutely, that sounds fun," he said. He was lukewarm to the idea, but he knew she liked to socialize, and he'd rather be with her than home alone. Jen arrived at happy hour before Mike. She avoided Scott. She still enjoyed his company, but she'd gotten over her infatuation of him. She remained physically attracted to him, but the emotional connection was broken. Scott tried a few times to bring her into the circle of people he was holding court for. But she sidestepped him and kept to other people. She didn't want Mike to arrive and see her talking to him. She went to Mike as soon as he arrived. She kissed and hugged him. He was naturally reserved and quiet, but she held his hand as she socialized and made sure to include him in conversations. To everyone's surprise, Mr. Winters showed up at the happy hour. He was one of the most senior and powerful partners at the marketing firm. Jen rarely saw him, much less talked to him. So she was stunned when he approached her. "Hello Ms. Andrews, congratulations on Kelloggs." "Thank you sir," Jen said. Her head spun. She hadn't thought Mr. Winters even knew her name. "I understand you're leading our Google effort," he said with an encouraging smile. "Keep up the good work, we're counting on you." "Yes sir, I will," she said, shocked at getting a pep talk from him. Then Mr. Winters turned his attention to Mike. "You must be Mike Andrews," Mr. Winters said smiling. He offered his hand. "I'm Josh Winters. I've heard amazing things about your Sapphire fund. Very impressive. Any possibility you have room for another investor?" Mike shook Mr. Winters' hand. "The fund is closed Mr. Winters, but I'm sure I can get you in." Mr. Winters smiled and squeezed Mike's arm. "Mike my boy, call me Josh." Mr. Winters left with big smiles and handshakes all around. On her tiptoes, Jen whispered into Mike's ear, "Do you know how hot I am for you right now?" Scott fumed seeing Mike get so much attention. He was a self-confirmed bachelor, a ladies man, a player. Still, he liked Jen a lot. A LOT. He didn't get what a knockout like Jen saw in the small-dicked geek. Scott smiled inside. He knew Jen still had the hots for him. He'd get into her pants again, and when he did he'd make sure Mike knew about it. If that fucked up their marriage so much the better, then he'd have the pretty blonde all to himself. Leaving the bar, Jen hugged Mike. "Do you know how freaking amazing you are?" she gushed. "You're so getting some when we get home." Mike pulled Jen into a side alley and kissed her. "I have to wait until we get home?" he said kissing her again. "You wanna do me here?" she giggled, running her leg up Mike's calf. "Maybe not me," he said lust in his eyes. Jen smiled mischievously. "Oh does someone wanna play?" she teased. "Yessss!" he said excitedly. He kissed her again. "Details please!" Jen said giggling. "That bar over there," Mike said, picking out an ultra-trendy club that also had a reputation as a major meat market. Jen gave Mike a sly smile. Why not? He'd earned it. She had major concerns about playing the game with other people, but letting him watch her flirt with some guys was harmless. "I go in first, and you follow, right?" Jen said. They'd done this before. "Yeah, I'll be watching," Mike said excitedly. He rubbed her back over her bra strap. "Take this off." "You are SO bad," Jen playfully chastised. Jen gave Mike a kiss, then she walked across the street to the bar. There was a long line, but the bouncer saw how good looking she was and waved her in. With both a sigh and a smile, she went into the ladies room and took off her bra. Luckily she'd worn a dark top so it didn't show. Mike waited 15 minutes, then he approached the bouncer. At first the bouncer frowned, but then he smiled when Mike handed him a $100 bill. There were jeers and hisses but the bouncer let Mike in. Jen sat at the bar. She was in her element. She was young and blonde. She knew she was pretty. And she knew how to flirt and tease. Having Mike there made her a little nervous. It was good and bad. Nervous to be on stage, but comforting he was watching after her. A few guys hit on her. They were all good looking, but she picked a guy a little older than her. His name was Darren. He was handsome, tall, and broad shouldered. And very black. He had a British accent, which she found surprising and charming too. She wasn't into black guys really, but she wanted to make tonight extra special for Mike, as in their pillow talk he often fantasized about her and black men. She let Darren buy her a drink, and then another. She'd had a couple at the happy hour, so she was definitely getting tipsy. He asked her to dance. She wasn't careful getting off the stool (on purpose) and her skirt hiked up flashing the lace of her stocking tops. She quickly smoothed her skirt, but Darren had gotten a good look. She let him hold her hand as they walked to the dance floor. They danced a few fast songs. She loved to dance and he was a good dancer. She was having a good time. A slow song started. He gave her an inquisitive smile. She smiled back and moved into his arms. They danced with her arms around his neck and his arms around her back. They returned to their stools. She demurely held down her skirt as she sat down, so as to not flash him again. But when he put his hand on her knee she let him keep it there. Emboldened, he caressed her knee, moving up her thigh. She stopped him when he tried to get under her skirt, but still she didn't make him take his hand away. She looked into his eyes as he spoke. She laughed at his jokes. She squeezed his hand and arm encouraging him to tell her more. "Let's get out of here," he said. Making It Work Ch. 01 "Um, wait," Jen said. She looked at her phone pretending to read a text. But really she was calling Mike. This way he could listen. "I'm sorry, what?" Darren smiled and caressed her knee. "Let's go to my place," he said. She gave him an apologetic smile. "I can't, I'm married," she said holding up her left hand to show him her wedding ring. "Where is he?" Darren asked. "Traveling for work." "He never needs to know," Darren said still caressing her thigh. "I don't think that makes it right," Jen said laughing. "Why are you here then?" "He's traveling," Jen said with another short laugh. Darren caressed her back, where her bra strap would've been if she hadn't taken it off. He smiled and she blushed. His message was clear. A married girl doesn't go braless to a meat market if she wasn't looking to be picked up. He moved his hand to her thigh again. She stopped his hand as he tried again to get under her skirt. "Don't," she said. "Come to my place," Darren insisted. "He'll never know." Jen looked down, tempted but unsure. "Hey sexy," he said. She looked at him. He leaned in and kissed her. "I can't," she said breaking away after a few moments. He kissed her again. This time she kissed him back. They made out. When they broke away Jen was panting. So was Darren. "God you're beautiful," he gushed looking at her. "I can't," Jen insisted. Just then her phone buzzed. She read the text from Mike: "Bring him to our place," the text said. Jen put the phone into her purse. "That's him, he'll be home soon. I have to go." "Give me your number," Darren said. Jen shook her head. Then she reconsidered. "Give me your card," she said. She took his card and left. "Why didn't you fuck him?" Mike asked at home. They were in bed, still clothed, Mike caressing his wife. "Didn't want to make it easy for him," Jen teased, her eyes closed, enjoying her husband's caresses. "I didn't know you were into black guys." "You know me, I like new experiences," Jen said. "It was so hot seeing him kiss you!" Mike said excitedly. "He can really kiss too." "You'll call him?" Mike asked excitedly. "Is that what you want?" Jen teased. "A big black man fucking your pretty white wife?" "God Jen," Mike moaned. "He felt so big Mike," she said. She unzipped Mike's pants and took out his hard cock, stroking him. "He'd stretch me so much I wouldn't be able to feel you after." "Jen ....." Mike moaned his head rolling back. "It doesn't matter though," she teased said stroking Mike faster. "You're so small I can't ever feel you inside me. Do you know you've never made me cum? I always fake it with you." "Oh god Jen!" Mike cried and he came all over his wife's hand. Later as they spooned in bed, Jen said "You know I made all that up." "Not all of it," Mike said. "Most of it," Jen giggled. "But you want to fuck him right? That was true." "We'll see," Jen said teasingly. The next morning Mike left early for work. Jen masturbated in bed, and then again in the shower. Darren had really turned her on. She'd been tempted to fuck Darren -- Mike wanted her to -- but she was unsure about the game. They'd played twice and both times almost broke up. She knew what the problem was. She had a hard time controlling herself once she got involved with a guy she liked. If she was into a guy, like she'd been with Ricky and Scott, she could lose herself in him, become infatuated with him. Mike got excited by that to a point. But she always crossed the line and ended up hurting him. Later that week Mike said "Have you thought about calling Darren?" "You've got a one track mind," Jen said laughing. She changed the subject, not wanting to talk about Darren or any other man except her husband. She was tempted but scared. The next morning Allie popped into her office and closed the door. "God I can barely walk," Allie said. "Scott fucks like a god." "Allie, really?" Jen said, not wanting to hear this. "Jelly?" Allie said with a mischievous smile. "Go away," Jen said. She pretended to go back to work but was definitely distracted. In the afternoon Jen took her notes and computer and went to Starbucks. She needed caffeine and a change of scenery. She was absorbed in her computer and a skinny caramel latte when Scott sat down next to her. "Surfing porn?" he said grinning. "Go away Scott," she said. "Go to my Facebook page, I've posted new pictures," he said. "From my buddy's bachelor party." She rolled her eyes. "Seriously, go to my Facebook page." "Really Scott?" Jen derided him. "Facebook is so five minutes ago." She tried to keep a straight face but they broke out laughing. "Okay bitch, then go to my Instagram page," he said still laughing. "So what are you working on?" Jen showed him the Google spreadsheet she was working on. He had to move close to see her computer screen. He made some suggestions and soon it was like before, laughing and joking around as they worked. After working for a while, Scott convinced Jen to go to his Facebook page. They laughed looking at more pictures of his friend's bachelor party weekend in Vegas. "I really miss hanging with you," he said. "Don't start," she said. "Come on give me something. Admit you miss me a little, I'm dying here," he said giving her his most charming boyish smile. "Whatever Scott," Jen said with a laugh. "Why can't we be friends?" he asked. "You know why." "Come on, we have so much in common, we like hanging out ..." "No Scott." He shook his head frustrated. Jen's legs were crossed on the sofa and her skirt had inadvertently hiked up a little as they'd worked. She was showing a lot of leg. "God you have the greatest legs," he said admiringly. "THAT's why we can't be friends," she said with a laugh, pulling her skirt down. He put his hand on her knee. "I'll never feel these beauties wrapped around my waist again?" he asked giving her a lecherous smile. "Nope," she said laughing again, pushing his hand away. She looked around. "Can you like keep your voice down?" "Why do I need to keep my voice down, do you have something in mind?" he teased, caressing her thigh again. "Don't you ever stop?" she said with another laugh, pushing his hand away again. "God you're beautiful," he admired, stroking her neck. "Stop," she said pulling away. He caressed her again, running his fingertips along her neck and behind her ear. "I know where your buttons are," he said with a smile, lustfully watching her nipples getting hard in her blouse. She closed her computer and hugged it against her chest. She got up her expression serious. "It's over Scott," she said curtly. "If you can't deal with that, you need to transfer off my team." Jen left the Starbucks. Scott watched her leave. He smiled. He knew he'd get her eventually. Instead of going back to work, Jen called her assistant and said she had an outside appointment, then she went home. At home she felt flushed. Even though it was only mid-afternoon she poured herself a glass of wine and gulped it down. She kicked off her heels as she walked into the bedroom. She crawled into bed. For a moment she put her arm over her eyes. Not able to resist further, she reached down and tugged her skirt up around her waist. With one arm still covering her eyes, she reached her other hand into her panties. She was soaking. She ran her fingers up and down her wet pussy lips. Then with her fingertip she ran circles around her clit. "Yeah Scott like that," she whispered, her eyes closed, her fingers teasing her clit. Scott had gotten her so hot. She missed his body, his cock, the way he treated her like a slut, the way he took control, the way he fucked her. She loved making love with Mike, but that's what it was with her husband, making love. Sometimes she just needed fucked, raw hard passionate dirty fucking. She fingered herself. Mid-way through she impatiently tore off her blouse and bra. She used one hand to fondle her breasts and rub her nipples as she used the other to rub her clit. "Fuck me Scott, fuck me, yeah like that Scott, stick it all the way in, harder Scott harder," she chanted fantasizing about being roughly fucked by Scott's long thick cock. Afterward she felt guilty and dirty. She undressed and got in the shower. She sat down in the corner and hugged her legs to her chest, sobbing as the shower rained down on her. She pulled herself together and called Mike. "Will you be home regular time?" she asked after telling him she was home. "Yeah," he said concern in his voice. "Are you okay?" "Just needed a mental health day," she said. "Can we go to the bistro tonight?" Jen hugged and kissed him when he got home. "Is everything okay?" he asked. "I'll tell you at dinner, okay?" She hugged his arm tight as they walked the short distance from their loft to the bistro. "What's new with Sapphire?" she asked after the waiter brought their drinks. Mike got a scotch with one big round ice cube and Jen a glass of the house sparkling wine. He said reporters were calling for interviews. Sapphire was becoming big time national -- even worldwide -- news. "Oh baby I'm so proud of you!" she gushed. Mike knew something was bothering her, and he had a good guess what. "So what happened?" he said. "Did Scott hit on you again?" She blushed, nodding. She told him what happened. "Do you want him?" Mike asked. Jen didn't answer. The waiter came to take their order. They ordered things they often got. A mixed plate of meats and cheese, an arugula salad with fresh shaved Parmigianino and drizzled with EVOO, and warm crusty bread with rich French butter. They ordered a cheap bottle of Bordeaux. As they requested, all the food came at once and they shared like a picnic, sipping wine as they took bites here and there. "What are you thinking?" she asked nervously. "Do you love him?" he responded. "God no Mike!" she said immediately, "I don't love him!" But then she hesitantly admitted "But I guess I'm still attracted to him." Mike didn't say anything, processing his wife's admission. He poured the rest of the wine into their glasses. The cocktails and wine helped take the edge off. "I still think about you with other guys," he said finally. "I can't help it." He paused. "I can't handle seeing you with Scott again," he said finally. "But maybe another guy ..." "I don't think we should play the game again," she said. "I don't want to lose control again." "It's not just you," Mike assured her. "I lose control too." His urge to see her with other men was as strong -- stronger maybe -- as her urge to be with other men. After pausing he said "It'll be better with someone you're not buds with, someone you don't work with." Then he hesitantly asked, "Or is it just Scott you want?" She blushed embarrassed. "I shouldn't want anyone but you ..." "But you do," Mike said. He quickly added "You know that's okay with me." She gave him a crooked smile. "We are SO weird." They shared a laugh. She looked down like a shy little girl, embarrassed. "No, it's not just Scott," she said answering his question. She put her head in her hands, laughing nervously. "God Mike I can't believe the conversations we have!" Mike laughed too, feeling relieved it wasn't just Scott she wanted. He hugged her. "This is another way we're made for each other," he joked. "I guess," she laughed. "Are we always gonna be this demented?" He hugged her tighter. "It's okay we're like this baby. We just have to figure out how to make it work."