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Cheating and Rivals Pt. 01

By: xleglover



Author's note: This story is the latest in a 6 part series. Here's the sequence:

1: He Fucked My Girl

2: All In My Head

3: Making It Work

4: Consequences

5: Life After We

6: Cheating and Rivals

[Note: All characters in this story are 18 or over.]

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Cheating and Rivals - Part 1

Book 1: Cheating

~~~~ A few years ago, when Jen was in high school ~~~~

Sophie bopped up to the BMV convertible. "Hi dad," she said greeting her father with a kiss on the cheek. "Paige and Jenny will be over in a sec."

Frank Tower (Sophie's father) nodded and looked passed his daughter to the crowd of high school students. His eyes quickly found Paige and Jenny. They were among a group of other high school seniors. 

He looked briefly at Paige. A pretty brunette, big breasted (especially for an 18 year old) although a little heavy in the ass and hips. Then his attention quickly moved to Jenny.

Jenny Johnson. From what Sophie said, the most popular girl in school. Frank had to admit, Jenny was easy to like. Always bubbly and smiling, easy to laugh, never an unkind word to anyone. Cheerleader captain and homecoming queen. Definitely Miss Popular.

Frank looked Jenny up and down. Definitely easy on the eyes. Pretty face - beautiful even - long blonde hair, slim figure, killer long legs. Tiny tits, but her incredible ass made up for it.

Frank had heard Jenny was dating Colin, the high school's star quarterback. He wondered if they were fucking.

Frank averted his eyes as Jenny and Paige turned from their group and walked over. "Hi Mr. Tower, sorry for making you wait," Jenny said giving Frank a bubbly smile.

"No worries," Frank said giving Jenny a friendly fatherly smile that belied his less than fatherly thoughts just a few moments ago.

"Hi Mr. Tower," Paige said. She looked into his eyes as she smiled at him. Unlike Jenny's, Paige's smile was knowing, as if she shared a secret with Frank.

"Hi Paige," Frank said, also looking into the young girl's eyes as he smiled back.

Frank drove to his house and the 3 girls hung out until dinner. Jenny liked Sophie and enjoyed hanging out, but she always felt a little uncomfortable in her house. Mr. Tower was the richest man in town, and one of the richest in all of Boston. They lived in a palatial mansion on a big treed estate. Being there always impressed her, but intimidated her too.

As dinner time approached Frank offered to drive Jenny and Paige home. "I hear you're in the school musical," Frank asked Jenny as they drove. "What's it, Chicago?"

"Yeah, opening night's in two weeks!" Jenny said excitedly. "Mr. Hayden's choreography's so freaking amazing, I can't wait!" Mr. Hayden was the history teacher and director of the musical.

Frank stopped the car in front of Jenny's house. "I'll be there opening night," he said giving Jenny a friendly smile. He was amused and charmed by her youthful exuberance.

"Really?" Jenny asked, surprised at his interest.

"Jenny's the lead," Paige said.

"Is that right? Roxie or Velma?"

"Roxie," Jenny said surprised again. "You know Chicago?"

"I've seen the musical a few times," Frank said smiling at Jenny. "New York, London, Paris. Also at the Opera House in Boston of course."

"Oh ah, yeah, of course," Jenny said, surprised and impressed. She suddenly felt anxious. "We're not that good," she said nervously. "You probably won't like it."

"Nonsense, you're a wonderful dancer," Frank said giving Jenny an encouraging smile. "I saw you last year in Swan Lake. You danced Odette beautifully."

"You saw me in Swan Lake?" Jenny said shocked. It was a small community theater production, hardly anyone saw it.

"You're really talented Jenny," Frank said smiling at her.

"Um, thanks," Jenny said blushing, not used to such praise from adults. Then, trying to be polite, she asked "Um, do you want to come in and say hi to mom and dad?" Frank and his wife Sally were good friends with Jenny's mom and dad. 

"Thanks but I better get Paige home," Frank said. He gave Paige a smile, who was sitting shotgun next to him.

"Okay, thanks for the ride," Jenny said, giving Frank a look. "Bye Paige."

With Jenny looking the other way, Frank watched as she got out of the car. Her already short skirt hiked up as she got out and Frank admired her long slim legs. She was wearing off white cable knit tights. Jenny Johnson definitely had incredible legs. 

With Jenny gone, Frank turned his attention to Paige. "Hi," he said smiling at her.

"Hi Frank," Paige said back, smiling adoringly at him. She loved calling him by his first name. Of course she could only do that when they were alone.

"You look amazing," Frank said putting his hand on Paige's thigh. Like Jenny, Paige was wearing a short skirt and tights (although Paige's legs weren't nearly as long and shapely as Jenny's). "Want to go for a ride?"

"Sure," Paige said smiling at him. She didn't make him take his hand away. In fact she parted her legs slightly, encouraging him.

Frank drove to a parking lot behind a warehouse. He owed the warehouse so he knew it was deserted this time of night. He smiled at Paige, tenderly stroking her cheek. "Come here," he said opening his arms for her. 

Paige moved into Frank's arms willingly. She responded as Frank kissed her.

Frank fondled Paige as they made out. He opened her blouse and expertly unsnapped her bra with an experienced flick of his fingers. Then his hands were on Paige's tits. Her young breasts were magnificent! So large and ripe!

Paige was soon gasping. She'd been with boys before - boys! - but never a man like Frank. He kissed so much better, and knew just how to touch her. Paige was so excited she knew her panties were soaking.

"We don't have much time," Frank said, gasping himself.

"It's okay, I told my parents I'm studying with Sophie," Paige said.

"Sally and I have a party tonight," Frank told her.

"Oh," Paige said, disappointed and annoyed. She frowned thinking of Mrs. Tower. In the past she always liked Sophie's mom. Now though she considered the old lady a competitor.

"We can see each other Saturday," Frank offered.

"Okay," Paige said immediately her mood brightening.

"For now, do this for me, okay?" Frank said, putting his hand behind Paige's head. He pulled her cute face down to her lap. 

Paige didn't hesitant. She loved Frank. She opened his pants, took out his hard cock, and took him into her mouth.

Frank rolled his head back as Paige began working on him. For a young girl she was pretty good at giving head. But it was her age that really turned him on. He was 42 and Paige was 18, barely legal! Twice her age! 

Frank was tempted to draw it out, really savor the blowjob the 18 year old slut was giving him. But he didn't want Sally to suspect. So he made himself cum fast. That was actually easy to do. He thought of Jenny Johnson. Easily the prettiest girl in town, maybe the entire Boston area. If only her tits were bigger. But still ... in his head he remembered watching Jenny in Swan Lake, dancing around in a revealing leotard and tights. He remembered the pool parties last summer, seeing pretty Jenny in the pink string bikini ... moments later he grunted and came in Paige's mouth.

Fifteen minutes later Frank was at home, having dropped off Paige at her house. He gave Sophie a kiss on the head - she was doing homework - and then went to his wife in their bedroom.

Sally was getting ready for the party at their country club. When they met just after college, Sally had been just 23 and a striking girl. Auburn hair and big breasts (he was a tit man). Now at 39 she was still attractive. Her hair was still red (although mostly out of a bottle) and her face pretty. To his disappointed though, her once wonderful breasts sagged like pancakes.

He couldn't help comparing his wife to Paige. Well, there was no comparison. Paige was fresh and ripe. It wasn't Sally's fault, she was over 20 years older. But it wasn't his fault either, that he was attracted to young girls like Paige. He was a man after all. 

Jenny cheered at the basketball game on Saturday. In addition to being the star quarterback, Colin was the star of the basketball team. He was tall and muscular and super quick. He averaged almost a triple double and was a lock for All-State for a third year in a row.

Colin took Jenny out after the game. They'd been going steady for almost 6 months. It was inevitable, the star athlete and the prettiest most popular girl. They loved each other and were already dreaming about a life together. Their friends and families thought they were like a Disney love story.

After burgers with the basketball team and the cheer squad, Colin drove to a ridge overlooking the town. Everyone called it Makeout Point. He put his arm around Jenny and she snuggled into him.

"You were freaking awesome tonight Colin," she gushed. He'd scored over 30 points, more than half his team's total score. Jenny was a big sports fan, and she'd had a crush on Colin since he transferred to their school last year. She loved going out with such an incredible athlete, and he was SOOO hot! Colin was her dream come true, the type of guy she always dreamed about!

"Thanks babe," Colin said, pulling Jenny to him and kissing her. He was ready for a serious make out session. He deserved it, after being the star and leading his team to another W.

Jenny giggled as she pulled away. "Have you heard from Penn State?" she asked playing with the buttons of his shirt.

"Yeah, full ride," Colin announced proudly. "Coach Paterno said I might start as a freshman."

"Wow, as a true freshman?" Jenny said amazed, her eyes going wide. She loved college football and knew oftentimes freshman were redshirted. She also loved Penn State - and Joe Paterno! - and it had always been her dream to go there.

"How about you?" Colin asked stroking her back. He noticed she was wearing a bra. He didn't know why, her tits were so small she didn't need one. He wished she'd go braless sometimes, the idea turned him on. But Jenny Johnson was too goody-two-shoes for that. Oh well, he intended to married her, so he'd have a lot of time to get her to loosen up.

"Um, I think I have a chance," Jenny said hesitantly, sounding worried and uncertain. She'd never been a good student but the last 2 years she'd worked super hard and gotten her GPA to an A-. Also she had a lot of activities and community service and tons of recommendations, and her last SATs were decent. The problem was, it wasn't enough to get accepted to Penn State, she needed a scholarship too, because her parents couldn't afford to pay for college.

"I'll take care of it for you babe," Colin said confidently. "I'll talk to Paterno. He'll pull strings for my girlfriend. Don't worry Jenny I'll get you in."

"No," Jenny said firmly. Colin had offered this before and this was a sore point for her. "Stop asking Colin, I want to do it on my own. Don't you dare talk to Coach Paterno about me."

"Okay, okay," Colin said backing off. Jenny could be a bitch sometimes (she had a nasty temper) and he didn't want to ruin the evening. "Come here," he said pulling her back to him. He covered her lips with his.

He loved kissing Jenny. Her lips were so full and soft.

He fondled her tight body as he tongued her. He began undressing her. Her cheerleading outfit was hot but a pain to take off. First the vest. Then the tight turtleneck. He paused there, not rushing with her bra. If he went too fast sometimes she'd get scared and stop him. But if he nuzzled up her neck (she loved that) and lightly fondled over her bra (her nipples were super sensitive), then ...

"Oh god Colin," Jenny moaned, arching her back.

Colin inwardly grin, feeling like he just swished a 3. Reaching behind her, he expertly unsnapped her bra with an experienced flick of his fingers.

He tossed the lacy bra away and cupped her tits. They were small but so sweet and shapely. One nipple he rubbed between his thumb and finger. The other, he sucked into his mouth.

"Oh god!" Jenny moaned through gritted teeth. Her breasts and nipples were so sensitive, it was almost painful. But the pain made the pleasure SOOO freaking amazing!

She never imagined it could be this good! She'd had boyfriends before, but they were BOYS! Colin was her first MAN (she thought of Colin as a man even though he was just 18, like her), and he knew how to make her feel SOOO GOOD!

Colin relished feeling up Jenny's body. So slim, so tight, so soft. And he loved the way she responded to his touch. It'd taken him 5 months to get this far - 5 fucking months to get the bra off this chick! - but the way she moaned and writhed under him he knew she loved it, she was a slutty wildcat under her good Catholic girl façade.

He ran his hand over her leg as he continued rubbing and sucking her nipples. He moved his hand under her cheerleading skirt. She moaned as he rubbed her mound, even grinding against him. Colin thought she was going to cum. But then she abruptly pulled away.

What the fuck?! Not again!

"What's wrong?" Colin said, exasperation and frustration in his voice. How many times had Jenny done this, stopped just as things were getting good? EVERY-FUCKING-TIME!

"I'm sorry Colin, I can't," Jenny said, hurriedly putting her bra and turtleneck back on.

"Why?" Colin said angrily. "Every other girl puts out!"

"I'm not every other girl," Jenny said bristling. 

Colin heard the angry undertone in Jenny's voice and forced himself to calm down. He'd get nothing tonight if Jenny went ballistic. "Of course you're not honey, you're the best," he said in a softer voice. "But we love each other right? We're gonna get married. So why are we waiting?"

"I don't know baby," Jenny said, melting at the tender expression on his handsome face. "I'm just scared."

"But why? You love me right?"

"Of course baby," Jenny assured him, rubbing his chest. She didn't know why she was so scared, there were a lot of reasons. It didn't help she grew up a conservative Catholic where sex before marriage was a sin. That didn't stop her older sister Emma of course, who let her boyfriend get her pregnant. Emma dropped out of college and married the father Vick. That really scared Jenny, she didn't want to wind up like Emma.

Jenny didn't want to tell Colin the real reasons for her concern. Colin had his choice of girls, she didn't want him to think she was frigid. So she blurted out, "I can't in my cheer uniform." It WAS a concern for Jenny, but like reason #19.

Colin laughed. "We'll take it off, it won't get dirty," he told her with a chuckle.

"That's not it," Jenny said. She was going to wash it anyway, she always did after games. "The cheer squad is my team, I'm the captain, it'd be disrespectful."

Colin laughed again, this time derisively. "Cheerleading isn't a sport, you girls are there to look good and cheer us on," he said dismissively. 

Jenny's eyes went wide with shock. "Cheering IS a sport!" she insisted. "It takes quickness, coordination, strength. I've been dancing and doing gymnastics as long as you've been playing football and basketball."

"Dancing's not a sport," Colin scoffed. "Okay, maybe gymnastics, but not dancing."

Jenny glared at Colin. She loved him, but sometimes he could be so infuriating. "YOU try standing on your toes!" she snapped at him. "YOU try doing splits!"

"Okay, okay, I give up, dancing is a sport," Colin said laughing. Jenny glared at him, knowing he was patronizing her.

"I'm sorry okay?" Colin said seeing her anger. "Come on, don't be mad. We won the game tonight, I dropped 35. The Penn State coach was there, I might play basketball AND football. Think of it, your boyfriend a two way star at Penn State. You'll be the envy of every girl on campus. Besides, I like watching you dance, so it doesn't matter if it's a sport or not, right?"

"Yeah, okay," Jenny said under her breath, looking down and feeling deflated.

"Come on, don't be upset," Colin said, putting his finger under her chin and raising her face to look at him. He chuckled and said "You're the prettiest girl in school, what else do you need?" He gave her what he thought was an encouraging smile. "Okay?" he asked.

"Okay," Jenny said in a barely audible voice, looking down at her feet again.

"Come here," Colin said pulling her into his arms again. "You're so fucking beautiful," he gushed. He kissed her, slipping his tongue into her mouth.

Jenny let him kiss and tongue her. She let him fondle her. That's all she was, right? A pretty face and sexy body. Something to be kissed and touched.

She let him take off her turtleneck and bra again, she let him fondle her again. It wasn't long before her body responded, before she was kissing him back and moaning to his touch. She couldn't help it, that's just how she was.

Colin reached under Jenny's short cheer skirt again. His hand covered her mound, he rubbed her. He inwardly smiled as Jenny parted her legs. Yeah, he was gonna pop her cherry tonight. In his car, his Fire Mustang, in her cheerleading outfit. He always knew Jenny Johnson was a slut. He loved her, her pretty innocent face, but he knew there was a whore inside desperately wanting to come out. He reached into the waistband of her panties and tugged them down.

It took all Jenny's will power to snap her legs shut and push Colin's hand away. "I can't Colin," she said gasping. She pulled her panties up and adjusted her skirt. She wasn't ready for this, she didn't even have any condoms.

"Fuck Jenny!" Colin said angrily, throwing his head back in frustration. He was so close, he almost had her panties off! "You can't fucking leave me like this!"

"I'm sorry baby," Jenny said consolingly, rubbing his chest. She knew how guys were, especially guys like Colin. When they got this excited they needed relief or they couldn't function. She knew what her job was, what guys like Colin expected of her. What she had to do to keep a man like Colin. 

Playing with the buttons of his shirt, Jenny offered "I can take care of you, like last time."

Colin looked at her, a smile coming to his face. "Yeah? Now you're talking babe."

Jenny ran her hand over Colin's crotch, feeling the erection inside his pants. She opened his pants and took him out, using both hands to hold him.

"You have a nice touch," Colin whispered, his breathing getting heavier at the feel of Jenny's small soft hands around his shaft.

"Yeah?" Jenny whispered back, her eyes on his big cock.

Colin put his hand behind Jenny's head, lacing his fingers through her lush blonde hair. "You like holding my cock, don't you?" he asked knowingly.

Jenny didn't answer, afraid to admit it to herself as much as Colin. But the fact was, she DID like it. She'd felt other guys before, rubbed them, but always through their pants. Colin's was the first she'd held in her hands. Although she'd done it a few times now (maybe half a dozen times), his penis still amazed her. It was big in her hands, feeling so heavy. Hard like granite, yet with soft skin like a baby's. It was so long and thick she couldn't imagine it inside her. Yet her pussy throbbed at the feel and sight of it, instinctively craving it.

"You love my cock, don't you Jenny?" he asked, giving her a knowing grin.

"Colin, god," Jenny said with a nervous giggle. It DID excite her, but she had a hard time admitting it. That was what it was like growing up Catholic, she felt guilty about everything.

Jenny deflected his question by unbuttoning his shirt. "You took off my shirt, I get to take off yours," she said with a crooked grin. She opened his shirt to reveal his chest. It was dark but she could see him in the moonlight.

God he was so gorgeous! He had muscles everywhere! 

She ran her hands over his chiseled chest, her lips following her fingertips. She felt dizzy with excitement. His body so turned her on! Colin turned her on!


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She moved her hands back to his cock. She held his shaft with one hand. With the other she cupped his balls. His sack felt tight, and heavy. 

"Fuck Jenny," Colin groaned at the feel of her soft hands on his cock again. "You're fucking teasing me," he said with a laugh. In a lower, lustful voice, he said "Come on, suck me off." With his hand still holding the back of her head, he pulled her face to his crotch.

Jenny's heart pounded as Colin forced her head down to his cock. She opened her lips and took him into her mouth.

Colin looked down at Jenny's pretty face as she opened her mouth wide to swallow his big cockhead. Three times! This was only the third time she'd blown him, in 6 fucking months! Normally he would've dumped a girl long ago if she didn't put out. But Jenny was so incredibly gorgeous. Even more important, he loved her.

He wanted to fuck Jenny's face hard. But he didn't want to scare her off and anyway, she was special to him, he didn't want to treat her like the cheap sluts he normally hooked up with. So instead of being aggressive he stroked her blonde hair and said encouragingly, "Yeah babe, just like that, suck it, yeah, use your hands too, yeah, stroke me as you suck it, yeah ..."

It was clear Jenny didn't know what the fuck she was doing with the big cock in her mouth. But Colin liked that. It proved she wasn't experienced, she hadn't gone this far with any guy before him. Even better, she was a virgin. Eventually (soon) he'd take her virginity, which was the way it should be since she was going to be his wife.

"Yeah, suck me, stroke my balls, yeah," Colin said, moaning and rolling his head back. Jenny might not be experienced but she had a hot mouth and soft hands. He stroked her bare back as she sucked him, then he reached under and caressed her tiny tits.

Jenny gasped when she felt Colin's hand on her breast. She had his beautiful cock in her mouth and hands, and now he was rubbing her ultra-sensitive nipple. It was too much! She felt like she was going to pass out with excitement! Her pussy throbbed! She wanted so bad to reach down and play with herself but she was too embarrassed to do that in front of Colin.

She heard Colin groan "Oh fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Then she felt his balls tighten and his cock jerk. A moment later his cock flooded her mouth with his semen.

Jenny had to force herself not to gag. The first time she blew him, she pulled off as he came and he shot all over her clothes. That wasn't good, having to sneak into her bedroom at home without being seen. Also, Colin got angry and derided her for being clueless.

So the next time she forced herself to take his ejaculation into her mouth. Her intention was to spit it out after he was done, but he came so much she had no choice but to swallow. Again she had to fight off gagging and throwing up, but managed to do it. At the time she thought it gross, swallowing his sperm, but in retrospect it wasn't so bad. 

Jenny was better prepared this time. She was ready for the powerful streams of cum shooting out of his cock, ready for the ballooning of her cheeks as he filled her mouth, ready for the creamy texture and manly taste. As she swallowed, she found herself thinking this wasn't bad at all, in fact she kinda liked it. 

Jenny slowly withdrew after Colin finished and began softening, being careful to limit contact with his penis as he was really sensitive after cumming. 

"God Jenny that was so fucking great!" Colin said laughing. Jenny grinned and felt proud at having taken care of her man.

"We better get going, I've got practice tomorrow," Colin said pulling up his pants. 

Jenny kept smiling, but inside she was bothered. After what she just did, didn't she get a kiss, a hug? Now that he'd gotten off, he didn't seem concerned at all about her.

She got dressed and they drove home in silence.

As Jenny drove home with Colin, Frank was deep stroking Paige in the apartment he kept for hookups. Her 18 year old pussy felt so fucking good, especially compared to his wife's. After having 3 children, Sally's pussy didn't feel nearly as good as it used to, and of course Sally's body wasn't as firm and tight as Paige's.

Frank's affair with Paige had begun about two months ago. He'd watched Paige grow up from a cute chubby girl with a pony tail to a pretty girl with long brown hair and big tits.

It hadn't been hard seducing Paige. He was good looking, charming and mature. Paige hadn't been his first choice. He'd much rather be fucking Jenny Johnson. But Paige had been available and easy, and he was all about taking advantage of easy opportunities.

"You're on the pill now right?" Frank asked Paige between kisses. 

"Yeah," Paige said through heavy lidded eyes and flushed cheeks. She'd gone on the pill at Frank's urging soon after the start of their affair. Frank hated condoms and truthfully, so did she.

"God I'm almost there," Paige moaned, arching her back as Frank pounded her.

"Cum with me baby," Frank urged her, putting her somewhat chubby legs over his shoulders and mauling her big fleshy tits as he fucked her harder and faster. Moments later they both cried out in orgasm, Frank cumming in Paige's 18 year old pussy. 

Jenny held back as rehearsal ended and the other students left for home. "Um, Mr. Hayden?" she hesitantly asked. "I don't feel like I'm doing the jail scene right."

"Nonsense Jenny, you've got it spot on," Mr. Hayden said.

Jenny looked doubtful. "I mean, can we run through it again?" she asked looking concerned.

"Okay, fine," Mr. Hayden said with a laugh. He watched as Jenny danced across the stage. He didn't know what she was talking about. Her execution was perfect. She truly was a talented dancer. On top of that she had a lovely singing voice.

He clapped as she finished. "Jenny that was perfect," he gushed.

"Um, thanks Mr. Hayden," Jenny said, feeling a little better. She was nervous with opening night so close. They chatted as they got ready to go. 

Jenny was wearing a sport top that showed off her flat tummy, black leggings and black ankle strap dance shoes. As they spoke, Jenny put her right foot on a chair, undid the ankle strap, and then took off the dance shoe. She put the shoe in her bag and took out a black Mia flat. She slipped the flat on. Then she repeated the process with her left foot. It was how she did it all the time, she wasn't trying to flirt.

But it was impossible for Mr. Hayden not to watch. Jenny had the most incredible legs. 

He felt himself stiffening. It was hard not getting distracted around a beautiful nubile teenager like Jenny Johnson. He'd been a teacher for over a decade and seen a lot of pretty high school girls. But Jenny was the prettiest and most alluring. There was something about her. Blonde and blue eyed, fresh faced, bubbly and engaging, she seemed so innocent. Yet, she exuded sensuality. The way she glided across the room like an elegant ballerina, the way she looked into your eyes like you were the only person in the world, the way she dressed (always calling attention to her ass and legs in skinny jeans or short skirts and tights).

Jenny said bye and left, not noticing Mr. Hayden looking at her.

Later that week Jenny was with Colin again at Makeout Point. They were making out. Colin had Jenny's top and bra off. His shirt was off too, and Jenny was caressing him as much as he was caressing her. His chiseled chest and washboard abs sooo turned her on.

Colin snaked his hand under Jenny's short skirt. He felt her mound, she was definitely moist. He hooked a finger into the waistband of her tights and tugged them down. He expected her to stop him, but to his surprise she actually lifted her butt to help him. He eagerly peeled the tights down her legs to her knees, pulling her panties down at the same time. Now she was naked under the skirt, her pussy was there for the taking!

While still kissing and tonguing her, he moved his hand back up her skirt. He cupped her pussy lips, his thumb rubbing a spot just above her clit. He didn't feel any hair, Jenny kept herself completely bare!

Colin rubbed Jenny's love button. Jenny immediately groaned and raised her hips, pressing her pussy against his hand. Jenny was so into it, it was clear she wanted fucked! Colin pushed Jenny onto her back and got on top of her, between her parted legs. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. Tonight he was going to get her cherry!

Jenny was panting, her pussy throbbed, her body was on fire! She so wanted Colin, wanted his cock, wanted to feel him inside her! She was tired of being a virgin, all her friends had lost their V cards long again, she was tired of being the good Catholic girl. More than that she wanted Colin! He was so handsome and sexy, he was like Michelangelo's David (although with a bigger thing!). She loved Colin, she wanted him to take her virginity.

Earlier that week she'd bought a box of condoms. She was so embarrassed she drove to the next town to buy them, not wanting to run into anyone she knew. The act of buying the condoms both excited and scared her. This was real, it was going to happen! 

But as Colin got on top of her, as he spread her legs, she had second thoughts. Abruptly she closed her legs and pushed him away.

"Fuck Jenny not again!" he said angrily. He'd been so close! His cockhead had been against her pussy lips!

"Not like this Colin," Jenny said tears falling down her cheeks. "I don't want my first time like this, in your car at Makeout Point."

"God, girls!" Colin thought to himself, exasperated. "Everything had to be romantic." But he was smart enough not to voice his thoughts, not if he wanted to get into her pants. Instead he hugged and kissed Jenny and said in a soft voice "I have an idea. Your opening night is Saturday, right? How about then? Like a celebration."

Jenny nodded. That would make it special. "Not in your car, right?" she asked.

"What the fuck was wrong with his car?!" Colin thought to himself. But again trying to act the sensitive, understanding boyfriend, he smiled and said "Of course not. I'll get a hotel room."

Opening night was an unqualified success and Jenny was brilliant as Roxie. Jenny had a big smile of relief on her face as the audience rose and gave her a long, enthusiastic standing ovation. After the cast took their bows Mr. Hayden pulled her aside. "You were wonderful Jenny, but you missed a couple cues," he pointed out gently.

"Oh um, I'm sorry," she apologized. "I'll be better tomorrow, I promise." Jenny knew she missed those cues. Worse, a few times she almost slipped in her routines. She'd been distracted by what was going to happen tonight. Scared, but excited too. Really excited.

Jenny met up with Colin backstage. He had a silly grin on his face, knowing what was about to happy. "Stop," she whispered to him, not wanting people to guess what they were about to do. While she might not be as conservative a Catholic as her parents (especially her father), this obviously had to be a secret. She had her reputation to think about after all.

Holding Colin's hand, she went searching for her parents. She mostly wanted to see her father. He rarely went to any of her school activities, but last night he promised to attend her opening night performance. She was the star tonight, she got a standing ovation! There was no way her father couldn't be proud of her.

But her heart sank when she saw her mother alone. Mom forced a smile and said "Your father wanted to come, but something came up."

"Oh," Jenny said terribly disappointed. Why wasn't he ever there? Didn't he care at all about her? Trying to hide how upset she was, she asked nonchalantly, "He had to go to work?" Her father worked at the loading dock, he got called in at odd hours sometimes.

"I don't know," Mom said looking sad. She looked like she was about to cry.

Jenny suddenly felt worried for her mom. She reached for her and said "Mom are you okay?" 

"I'm fine," Mom said forcing another smile. "I'm sure you have a party to go to."

"Yeah but ..." 

"I'll be fine," Mom said still wearing the fake smile. She glanced at Colin. "You two go ahead."

"Let's go," Colin said impatiently after they were out of ear shot of Jenny's mom.

At that moment Sophie and her mom and dad approached. "Jenny you were so awesome!" Sophie gushed, hugging her friend. Sophie's mom hugged her too.

"You were wonderful," Frank agreed, smiling. He gave Jenny a large bouquet of roses. "Congratulations for tonight, you were truly brilliant. You're very talented."

"God Mr. Tower, thanks," Jenny said her eyes wide as she looked at the flowers. They looked and smelled so wonderful! Why couldn't her dad be more like Sophie's father?

"Come on," Colin urged Jenny as they moved away from Sophie and her parents.

"I've got to change," Jenny said. She was still wearing the costume from the closing scene, a sexy short black dress with a garter belt, black stockings and heels.

Colin looked her up and down. "Leave it on," he whispered to her excitedly.

"Seriously?" Jenny said with a giggle. 

"Yeah you look so hot dressed like that," Colin gushed giving her another up and down look.

Jenny giggled again. Actually she wasn't surprised, she wasn't so naïve to not know the effect stockings and a garter belt had on men (even though she preferred tights, they were way more comfortable!). "Okay," she whispered to him. Luckily she'd worn a long coat tonight. She put it on. "Let's go," she said with another whisper, talking Colin's arm.

Mr. Hayden watched as Jenny left with her quarterback boyfriend. He noticed she hadn't change out of the sexy Roxie outfit.

Inside their room at the motel next to the highway, Colin pulled Jenny into his arms. He was more excited than normal having seen Jenny and the other girls dancing on stage in stockings, garter belts and high heels. Chicago was a great show! He never knew theater was so good.

He kissed and tongued her, excitedly running his hands all over her body. Jenny never dressed like this. She was partially tomboy and usually wore jeans. Sometimes she wore skirts and tights. But never this, a revealing dress, nylon stockings and stiletto high heels.

"Wait baby," Jenny said giggling, pulling away from him. "I've got to change."

"Leave it on," Colin urged her. He wanted to fuck her in the stockings and high heels.

"I can't," Jenny said. "I can't get this outfit dirty, I have to wear it at the performance tomorrow night." She picked up a bag and kissed him. "I'll be right back." She went into the bathroom.

Inside the bathroom, Jenny undressed. She carefully folded the dress and put everything in the bag. She was extra careful with the nylons, not wanting them to run (they were expensive!). 

She put on a short silk negligee and thong panties. Then she brushed her hair and touched up her makeup (a little lipstick and blush).

She was nervous, but not about Colin. She wasn't worried about pleasing him. Yes, it was prideful, but she knew he'd be happy with her. She was pretty and had a nice body. She wasn't experienced - this was her first time after all - but she wasn't worried about Colin being disappointed. He was a guy after all!

She was worried about the pain of course. She'd heard horror stories from her friends. Mostly though she worried about whether she would like it. She'd given herself orgasms. Would this be better? Would she even cum? She was 18, she'd thought about this moment for years, built it up in her head. What if she didn't like sex? That would be so terrible. 

She shyly stepped out of the bathroom. To her surprise, Colin was naked and lying on the bed. She blushed when she saw he was slowly stroking himself. "God Colin," she said with a nervous giggle, covering her face with her hands.

He grinned and reached for her, pulling her into his arms. "Sexy," he said admiringly, running his hands over the silky pink negligee. He kissed and fondled Jenny, leaving her gasping. Then he pulled off the negligee, and Jenny made no move to stop him. She was ready. This time she was ready.

Colin pulled Jenny next to him, onto her back. He looked her up and down, taking his time, seeing her whole naked body for the first time. "Fuck Jenny," he said as if in awe. "God you're hot!"

His compliment made her glow inside. Jenny loved praise and attention, craved it even, it helped her self-esteem and fulfilled her longing to be loved (although at 18 she wasn't emotionally mature enough to think of it in those terms). 

But then Colin ruined it when he looked at her small breasts and frowned. Jenny felt insecure about her small breasts. They were only an A cup. "But they're perky, that's good right?" she thought silently to herself. Guys were all the same, they loved big boobs. Jenny didn't understand why hers were so small. Mom was a 36C, and her sister Emma 38D (even bigger now since having the baby). Jenny prayed every night for a late growth spurt and bigger boobs (Jenny breasts did get bigger by the time she met Mike her sophomore year in college, but only going from an A cup to almost a B cup).

Oblivious to Jenny's hurt feelings, Colin leaned down and kissed her. As he slipped his tongue into her mouth he caressed her body. Colin was a good kisser and knew how to touch a girl. Jenny was soon moaning and writhing under him, her hurt feelings all but forgotten. 

As he kissed and fondled her, Colin slid her panties down her long shapely legs. When she raised her butt off the bed to help him he realized this was really happening.

After the panties were off he took a moment to look at her pussy. Two thin lips pressed tightly together to form a short slit, the lips just barely a shade darker than the surrounding skin. Her clit at the top covered by a thin sheath of soft skin the same color as the lips. Completely bare of any hair too.

"Fuck Jenny," Colin gushed admiringly. He'd seen a bunch of pussies by that point in his life - both in real life and porn on the internet - and hers was the prettiest he'd ever seen. "You shaved for me?"

Jenny gave a weak embarrassed smile. Yes, she shaved and used cream to keep herself completely bare. Not necessarily for Colin though. She looked at the internet too - she might still be a virgin but she wasn't naïve - and she liked the clean innocent look of a bare pussy (and it made her feel sexy too!). 

She couldn't help blushing though. She was completely naked in front of a guy! Yes Colin was her boyfriend, but she still felt shy and bashful.

Colin ran a finger up her slit, and then around her clit. As he did he looked at Jenny's face. Her lips were parted, her cheeks flushed and her eyes heavy lidded. In the future, Mike would call that her cum face.

Then Colin pushed a finger into her pussy, just to the first joint. God she was tight! He watched Jenny's pretty face again. Her lips were pressed together and her nostrils flared. He pushed his finger deeper, to the second joint.

"Ugh, god," Jenny moaned. Colin's finger was inside her! They were both naked and he had his finger inside her! She felt so naughty! Her heart pounded, and she was so excited! She felt about to cum and he wasn't even inside her yet!

He wrapped a leg over hers so he was half on top of her. He kissed and fondled her ripe naked body, his hands moving over her breasts, her sexy flat tummy, her legs, and her pussy. 

Jenny couldn't take it anymore! She wanted it! She grabbed his arms and tried to pull him on top of her.

Colin laughed. "Fuck you're a horny slut," he laughingly joked.

Jenny's cheeks flushed at being called a slut. But it was accurate, at that moment, she FELT like a slut! The realization made her even hornier!

Colin wanted it as much as her. He got on top of her, moving her legs apart. He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the cockhead up and down her slit, making sure to rub over her clit. 




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 01



"God Colin," Jenny moaned, raising her hips to press against him. 

Colin laughed again. "You so want this, don't you?" he said grinning. "See? We should've fucked a long time ago." He pressed his cockhead against her pussy lips and asked "Ready?"

Jenny was sooo ready! But she still had enough wits to say "Condom Colin." She reached into her bag and handed him a small square package.

Colin nodded and took it from her. He was disappointed, he preferred fucking bareback. Who didn't? But he didn't want a baby any more than Jenny.

He opened the package and rolled it on. "Ready?" he asked her again.

Jenny nodded, both scared and excited.

Colin spit on his hand and rubbed the saliva over his condom sheathed cock. Then, using his hand as a guide, he pressed his cockhead against Jenny's slit between her pussy lips. 

"Ugh!" Jenny cried as his cockhead popped into her pussy.

"Fuck!" Colin groaned after he was a couple inches inside her. The bitch was tight! He realized he was panting. So was Jenny. Her pussy was tight and he had a big cock, it'd taken a lot to penetrate her. He leaned down and kissed her, giving them both a breather.

After a few moments, supporting his weight on his elbows, he slowly pushed more of his cock inside her. He encountered resistance. This was it. He looked into Jenny's eyes. She knew it too.

Digging his toes into the mattress and gripping Jenny's shoulders, he pushed hard into her pussy. There was momentary resistance, then it gave way. Jenny cried out in pain.

"Are you okay?" Colin asked. 

Jenny nodded, although there were tears in her eyes from the brief pain. "I'm okay," she whispered.

"Good girl," Colin said. Still leaning on his elbows, he pushed deeper into Jenny. He had a big grin on his face. Three. Counting Jenny, he'd now deflowered 3 girls. (It was great being a star quarterback, he got a lot of opportunities for pussy.) Jenny was special of course, but that didn't stop him from lumping her along with the other cherries he'd taken.

Colin wasn't even half in and already he was sweating again. Jenny was too, their bodies glistened with perspiration. This was hard work! Yes he had a big cock, but he never had this problem before with other girls (even the 2 other virgins). Jenny was so fucking tight! 

Colin looked down at Jenny beneath him. She had her jaws clenched and her nostrils flared. Tears watered her eyes. Clearly his big cock inside her hurt. But she wasn't telling him to pull out. He liked that. "Good girl," he said giving her a kiss. 

Colin withdrew and pushed back in, hoping to get deeper that way. It worked a little. He did it again, and again. Without even realizing it he was fucking Jenny (albeit with half his cock).

The fucking felt good! So good Colin practically gasped. It shocked him, he'd never felt anything like it before. Jenny's pussy felt amazing! It wasn't just the incredible tightness. Her pussy was so soft and smooth, like a super snug velvet glove around his cock.

"This is good," he panted to Jenny between the half thrusts, his words coming out like a moan.

"Yeah, yeah, yeah" Jenny agreed, her eyes closed and breathing hard. Suddenly she cried out, arching her back and digging her curled toes into the mattress. She was cumming! Waves of orgasmic pleasure shot through her body!

As Jenny came her pussy reflexively contracted. That extra stimulation pushed Colin over the edge, and he came too. His orgasm was just as intense as Jenny's, and they clutched each other and cried out as their orgasms ripped through their bodies.

Colin collapsed onto Jenny, gasping. Jenny was gasping too, her head spinning, reveling in her first orgasm from intercourse.

She was ecstatic! This had been wonderful on so many levels! First, she was no longer a virgin. Second, the orgasm had been so freaking good! Third, Colin had cum too, so she'd pleased him. Fourth, she discovered she loved sex! 

Colin pulled out. She immediately felt empty, disappointed. It was a relief too though, it wasn't easy having something so big inside her.

Jenny glanced down, relieved to see the condom still covering his cock. She was astounded at the amount of sperm filling the reservoir at the tip. Thank god he wore a condom because she wasn't on any birth control. 

"Sorry I came so fast," Colin said sheepishly. "I couldn't help it, your pussy felt so good."

"Really?" Jenny said incredibly pleased with herself. "I made you feel good?"

"Yeah Jenny, your pussy's incredible," Colin said kissing her. "You know, I was barely inside you. Give me a few minutes, I'll be ready to go again."

"Um, not tonight okay?" she said rubbing his chest. "I'm kinda sore." He'd been only partly inside her? God she'd felt like he was splitting her apart! She worried about the next time, trying to fit all of him inside her. But the thought got her excited too. He had more to give her? Her pussy tingled with anticipation. She really was sore though, there was no way they could do it again tonight.

"Okay," Colin said, clearly disappointed. He brushed a stray lock of blonde hair from her face. "You should get on the pill," he told her. 

"Yeah," Jenny said. With that one word she admitted (to him and herself) this wasn't a one-time thing. There was no way she could stop now. Sex was so freaking amazing! She'd done it only once, and she already loved it!

On Monday at lunch Jenny joined Sophie and Paige at their table. She had a glow on her face and her best friends both knew immediately. 

"You went all the way with Colin didn't you?" Sophie asked her eyes wide.

"Tell the truth!" Paige said excitedly.

"Hush!" Jenny said looking nervously around them in the cafeteria. Then she nodded and a big smile formed on her face, not able to conceal her jubilation. She had to tell someone, and they were her best friends.

"Was it good?" Sophie whispered.

"Um ... it didn't suck," Jenny said with a giggle.

"Did you cum?" Paige asked.

Jenny nodded, a blush coming to her cheeks. "It felt better than my hand," she said giggling again.

"Oh my god you slut," Sophie whispered back playfully. All 3 girls giggled delightedly.

"Is Colin big?" Sophie asked.

"Yeah," Jenny said. Although Colin was her first, she'd seen naked men on the internet. She was sure Colin was bigger than average.

"How big?" Paige asked pressing for information.

"I mean, I didn't have a tape measure with me," Jenny joked.

"What about the hand test?" Sophie said.

"The hand test?" Jenny asked not knowing what she was talking about.

"Oh my god, you don't know this?" Sophie scoffed playfully rolling her eyes. "If a guy can fit in your hand, he's super small. Two hands, average. Three hands, longer than average."

"That's just how long he is," Paige chimed in. "You use the toilet paper roll test to measure how thick he is. If he can easily fit in a toilet paper roll, he's a pencil dick. Barely fit, about average. Can't fit, he's thick."

"So I'm supposed to carry a roll of toilet paper with me?" Jenny deadpanned. 

"You do it in your head you dumb blonde bitch," Paige playfully derided her.

"Okay," Jenny said laughing.

"So what's Colin?" Sophie asked Jenny. Both Sophie and Paige looked intently at Jenny, hanging on her every word.

"Um, definitely 3 hands," Jenny said with a wicked grin. "And bigger than a toilet paper roll."

All 3 girls broke out in giggles. "Oh god Jenny you're so lucky, guys like that are rare!" Sophie gushed, giving Jenny an envious look.

Paige thought Jenny was lucky too. But she wasn't envious. She didn't need to be, because Frank was just as big. Of course her affair with Sophie's dad was a secret. But she liked thinking about Frank, it always made her heart flip and her pussy tingle.

Between classes Jenny saw Colin down the hall, talking with his football and basketball friends. The sight of him made her weak-kneed. She was intensely attracted to him, he was everything she wanted in a man. Tall, gorgeous, broad shouldered, athletic, confident, charming. Her heart always did a flip whenever she saw him, it'd been that way even before they started dating.

But now. Now she saw him in a different light. He was her lover. The sight of him made her pussy tingle, made her body crave him. And, on top of all that, Colin passed the hand and toilet roll test. She giggled inside at that.

Colin saw her and immediately walked over. "Hey babe," he said giving her a quick kiss. A brief peck was all that was allowed in school. "Want to get together tonight?" he said giving her a knowing look. 

"Yeah, but not for that," Jenny whispered to him. She hurriedly added "I want to, but I'm still kinda sore. Later okay?" She hugged his arm. Getting on her tiptoes she whispered into his ear "I definitely want to."

"Sure, okay," Colin said grinning at her. Sure he wanted to fuck Jenny again, but he could wait. After all it was a compliment that his big cock had gotten her pussy sore. And there were other girls he could get his rocks off with. Amanda, the pretty 22 year old drop out who worked at the mall, and Tracy, the college sophomore at the local community college. Jenny had no clue about the other girls of course. They didn't mean anything to him, they were little more than hookups. He loved Jenny, but a man needed a lot of pussy. And after all he was entitled. He was a star quarterback, he was going to start for Penn State, he was a lock for the pros. Men like him were entitled to as much pussy as they wanted. But what he did with other girls didn't affect his feelings for Jenny.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 02



[Continuing Book 1, Cheating ...]

In his history class, Mr. Hayden gave his class a pop quiz. There were a lot of unhappy groans but he didn't care. The truth was, he was too distracted to do a lecture.

The source of his distraction was sitting in the front row, right in the center. Jenny Johnson. During their performance on Sunday, as he watched Jenny sing and dance in the sexy black dress, stockings and high heels, all he could think about was whether she'd fucked her boyfriend Colin in that outfit. He'd been distracted the entire performance, wondering if there might be cum stains on the teenager's dress or black stockings.

Now the source of his lust was sitting right in front of him. And it WAS lust. Oh, he'd never act on it, that was a recipe for disaster. But more and more – especially this year since she was in his class and they worked so closely together on Chicago – he fantasized about Jenny when he was beating off or making love to his wife.

Teenage girls. It was unfair really. So fresh and ripe, so young, so tight, so firm. It was impossible for a middle aged man not to be distracted.

And Jenny Johnson was something else. Long, lush blonde hair. A cover girl pretty face (she really should consider modeling). A slim figure, amazing ass and legs so achingly long and shapely ....

He looked at her as she took the test, although of course he wasn't obvious about it. When she concentrated, like now taking the test, she constantly twirled a blonde lock of hair with her finger. It was an absent minded thing, she probably didn't even realize she was doing it. It was adorable though!

There was another thing Jenny Johnson did that positively drove him wild. She usually wore flats or sneakers. When she wore flats she often arched her foot when her legs were crossed. Again it was an absent minded thing, but seeing the elegant arch of her pretty foot while wearing black flats always made his cock twitch. 

As class ended the students filed out, each dropping their quiz on his desk. Jenny held back. She approached Mr. Hayden after everyone had left.

Jenny was practically in tears. "I didn't do well," she said putting her quiz on his desk. "I didn't do the reading. I was so busy with the play. I know that's not an excuse ...."

Her voice trailed off. Then with a trembling voice and tears welling up in her eyes, she said "I really need an A in your class. I need straight As this semester or I won't get a scholarship."

"Jenny, Jenny, it's okay," Mr. Hayden assured her with a kind smile. "This was a practice test, I'm not grading them. I doubt any of the students did the reading." To emphasize his point, he tossed the stack of tests in the trash can. 

"Oh my god, really?" Jenny said relief on her face. "Oh thank you Mr. Hayden!" Feeling incredibly relieved, she gave Mr. Hayden a hug. "I'll do the reading tonight," she promised.

Mr. Hayden hugged her back. He'd never been so close to Jenny before. With their bodies pressed together and their arms around each other, Mr. Hayden felt Jenny's slim18 year old body. She was just as tight and firm, yet soft, as he always imagined.

He knew he needed to break the hug before he got hard. But he lingered a moment. For whatever reason – maybe to be polite – Jenny lingered too.

Mr. Hayden couldn't help himself. When would he ever hug Jenny Johnson again like this? He let his hand drift down her back. He stopped short of her ass, in fact he willed his hand to stop before it reached the top of her skinny jeans. But just before he pulled his arms away he felt the waistband of tights. Jenny was wearing tights under her jeans.

Mr. Hayden ended the hug and they stepped away from each other. To his relief Jenny didn't seemed to think anything was out of the ordinary. 

Jenny said goodbye and was about to leave when Mr. Hayden said "Jenny can I ask you something?" He felt awkward, he knew this was crossing the teacher/student line, but he had to know. He forced a chuckle to hide his nervousness and to make it sound like no big deal. "I have a daughter you know, she's 6. Even at 6 she's head strong, never likes her clothes. I was wondering, do you always wear tights under your jeans?" It was a lame excuse for the question, the excuse didn't even make sense, but it was best he could do spur of the moment.

"Um, yeah, usually," Jenny said. She shrugged as if not knowing why herself. "I get cold sometimes. And I like the feel of tights, I always have, I don't know why. Maybe because of my dance classes." On the other hand, Jenny hated the feel of pantyhose. 

Mr. Hayden nodded and forced a smile. Doing his best to keep his voice from cracking, he said "Thanks, I'll tell my wife we should buy more tights for our daughter."

After Jenny left, Mr. Hayden rushed to the faculty bathroom. Fortunately he had the next period free. He went into a stall and sat down, taking out his cock. He was so hard. He stroked himself as he imagined making love to Jenny Johnson. In his fantasy, he unbuckled her jeans and pushed his hand down her tights, rubbing her clit to make her wet. He got on his knees and pulled down her jeans. He took a moment to look at her long shapely legs in the black tights. Then he buried his face in her crotch, loving the feel of the tights against his nose and cheeks as he licked her clit through the stretchy material. He laid her on her back on his desk. Opening her legs, he ripped a hole in her tights, then pushed his cock into her 18 year old pussy. As he fucked her, she rubbed her tights-clad feet in his face, and he sucked her pretty toes into his mouth.

Mr. Hayden came moments later, gasping. In the sanity that comes after an orgasm, he felt ashamed for fantasizing about Jenny this way. She was only a teenager, and his student. But what could he do? He was really into legs and feet and Jenny had all that, plus the beautiful face of an angel. 

Outside Mr. Hayden's classroom Jenny smiled. She wasn't naïve, she knew Mr. Hayden had just hit on her. But it wasn't a major come on. She liked Mr. Hayden, he was harmless. She didn't care if he grabbed her ass. The truth was, Jenny kinda had a school girl crush on her history teacher. She thought he looked cute in the wrinkled chinos he always wore, and his loose rumpled button down cotton shirts didn't hide his broad shoulders. He looked good for a 40 something guy!

The rest of that semester (their last in high school) Colin and Jenny had sex at least once a week. It took 2 more times before Colin got balls deep into Jenny. Jenny learned she adored sex! Even better than chocolate (maybe!). She loved Colin's big cock too. She loved the feeling of being completely full, she loved how his long thick cock touched and rubbed every part of her. It still hurt some, but she was getting used to his size, and somehow the pain – the reminder of how big he was – made the sex even more exciting. (Jen didn't realize it at the time, but being taken by a muscular alpha guy with a big cock feed into her submissive tendencies.)

They were insatiable for each other! They would've fucked all the time like newlyweds but it was hard finding places to be alone (Colin couldn't afford to rent a hotel room very often).

In March, Jenny and her family went to a March Madness party at Sophie's house. Mr. and Mrs. Tower often hosted parties around sporting events (their last party was the Super Bowl). It was mostly due to Mr. Tower, a big sports fan. In fact, that was probably why Mr. Tower got along so well with Jenny's dad, they both loved sports.

Big TVs were positioned around the house playing different basketball games. There was always a big crowd clustered around Mr. Tower. It wasn't just the fact he was the host. Mr. Tower was charming and engaging, a charismatic man's man, so both men and women were drawn to him. 

Jenny and Sophie mingled through the crowd, stopping every now and then to watch a few minutes of a game. Jenny looked at Mr. Tower holding court with the big smiling crowd around him. Her mom and dad were in that group. So were Paige and some of her other girlfriends from school. Sophie often joked her father was the dad all her friends had crushes on. Jenny's dad was like that too, although to a lesser extent.

"I'm gonna bolt," Jenny whispered to Sophie about midway through the party. 

"You're meeting Colin?" Sophie whispered back with a conspiratorial smile.

Jenny nodded, grinning. Her mom and dad would be here at the party at least another two hours, she and Colin had that much time to be alone at her house.

"You slut," Sophie teased grinning.

"You're just jelly," Jenny teased back.

"I am!" Sophie admitted with a giggle. She was sexually active too, but her current boyfriend (a college freshman) was just average by the hands/toilet roll tests. 

Jenny snuck through the house, trying not to be seen as she made her way to the back door. She was pretty sure her parents wouldn't notice her absence, and if they did she'd tell them she got a headache and went home early. 

In the back hallway she stopped to fix her pantyhose. She'd dressed special for Colin, wearing a short dress, pantyhose and 2 inch heels. (The pantyhose were the big deal for her. She didn't like them. In contrast to cotton (or soft wool) tights, she didn't like the feel of nylon. As she got older she grew to like pantyhose and stockings, learning there were different qualities of nylon. In her early twenties, when she worked in New York City and couldn't go bare legged, she discovered the wonder of high quality, low denier stockings and pantyhose. It was like encasing her legs in silk! It felt incredibly luxurious, and sexy too. It cost a lot of money because boutiques like Wolford, Agent Provocateur and even Victoria's Secret were expensive, but then she found StockingsHQ, the Internet store in London.)

With her right leg slightly ahead of the left, Jenny pulled the pantyhose up at the knee of her right leg. She did it again at mid-thigh, and then again just below her crotch. Once satisfied, she shifted her weight to her right leg and repeated the process with her left leg. The last adjustment (pulling her pantyhose up at her crotch) caused her skirt to hike up. 

At that moment, with Jenny's dress bunched up practically to her waist, Mr. Tower walked into the hallway. He was carrying two champagne flutes. He stopped in mid-stride, his mouth opening in surprise and his eyes focusing on Jenny's exposed legs and panties.

"Oh," Jenny said, surprised and alarmed. She hurriedly pushed her dress down. "Sorry."

"No worries," Frank said with a chuckle. "I was looking for you actually. Here." He handed Jenny one of the champagne flutes. 

"Oh um thanks," Jenny said hesitantly. She'd drunk alcohol before of course – she liked it – but this was the first time an adult had given her a drink. 

Frank chuckled again. "I know you're only 18 like Sophie, but you're not driving right?" He clinked Jenny's glass. "I wanted to congratulate you again for Chicago, you really were brilliant."

"Um, thanks Mr. Tower," Jenny said hesitantly. She felt awkward as this was probably the first time she'd ever had a private conversation with Sophie's dad. She took a sip of the champagne, shyly keeping her eyes down.

"You're almost in college, you should call me Frank," Frank said with a friendly smile. He casually leaned his back against the wall. "So I hear you're going to Penn State?"

"Not yet," Jenny said. "I'm wait listed."

"I'm sure you'll get in," Frank said encouragingly. "Pick a major yet?"

"I think marketing," Jenny said taking another sip of the champagne. "I'd like to minor in dance too."

"Ah, you want to dance professionally?" Frank asked clearly interested.

"I'm not good enough for that," Jenny said. She shrugged. "Just for fun."

"You're a wonderful dancer," Frank gushed. "If that's your dream, I say go for it."

Jenny couldn't help smiling, pleased at his compliment. She took another sip of the champagne. It was nice having an adult speak to her like an adult. He seemed sincerely interested in her. It felt good, sipping champagne and talking to him, and the champagne gave her a warm glow.

"Refill?" Frank asked, producing an open bottle of champagne from somewhere. 

"Um, sure," Jenny said holding out her glass. "Thanks Mr. – I mean thanks Frank."

"This is Dom Perignon, a really good champagne," Frank said as he filled her glass.

"Oh, I've heard of it," Jenny said. She wasn't sure if she had, but she wanted to be polite. She definitely liked it.

"Another good thing about dancing, it'll keep off the freshman 15," Frank said with a grin.

"I'm not going to gain 15 pounds," Jenny said with a laugh. She couldn't imagine gaining 15 pounds, she'd be obese.

"That's good, you wouldn't want to lose your figure," Frank joked. He teasing poked her in the stomach, like he was tickling her. Then he ran his finger up her stomach a few inches. She definitely had a firm, flat stomach.

Jenny giggled at the tickling.

"You're ticklish," Frank said with a big grin, stepping close to refill her glass again. 

"Yeah," Jenny agreed still giggling. She held out her glass and didn't retreat as Frank stepped closer.

They chatted some more, now barely a foot apart. Jenny felt tipsy as she downed the second glass of champagne. She wavered on her feet and Frank steadied her, putting his hand on her back just above her ass.

Jenny of course knew Mr. Tower was flirting with her. She got hit on all the time, she knew the signs. She was incredibly flattered a man as charming, handsome and rich as Mr. Tower was paying any attention to her.

She knew how to flirt back. It was fun, like a game. Like, how much attention can you get from a boy?

Jenny allowed herself to stumble into Mr. Tower's arms, falling into his chest. As part of the fake stumble, she "accidentally" pressed her knee between Mr. Tower's legs.

Frank wrapped his arms around Jenny, to steady her. "Sorry Mr. Tower," Jenny said giving him her most innocent look, looking at him with her big blue eyes. Rather than pull away, she lingered in his arms. She didn't even pull away when he began stroking her back.

"Call me Frank," Frank reminded her. He continued to stroke her back, his hands moving down towards her ass.

Jenny started feeling uncomfortable when she felt his erection press against her tummy, and his hands move onto her behind. When Frank said "You're very pretty Jenny" and lowered his head to kiss her, Jenny knew for sure her little flirtation had gone too far. This was Sophie's father after all.

Jenny quickly pulled away. "Um, I've got to go," she hurriedly said turning to leave. "Bye, um, Frank."

Jenny borrowed Sophie's bike and rode it home. It bothered her Sophie's dad had come on to her. But it delighted her too, it was like an ego boost, and after all she'd kinda encouraged him. In the end she decided it was harmless. After all, Mr. Tower had probably been drunk. She decided to pretend like it never happened. In fact, it was the last time Jenny thought about Mr. Tower for years.

Colin was waiting in the garage when she arrived. They hurried to her bedroom. Within moments they were naked. Colin got on top and mounted her.

Colin flipped Jenny over onto her hands and knees, into the doggy position. This was Jenny's favorite position. It made her feel so naughty, so out of control, and she loved how Colin reached under her to squeeze her tits as he fucked her hard from behind.

Jenny came, and Colin followed a few moments later. Jenny was on the pill now so Colin fucked her bareback. She sooo liked it better this way. Skin on skin felt so much better, and the feel of Colin's cum hitting her walls in powerful bursts really turned her on.

They collapsed onto the bed, panting. They both looked at the clock and grinned excitedly at each other. They had enough time to do it again!

As Colin recovered, he caressed Jenny's small breasts. "You hate my breasts don't you?" Jenny asked bothered. 

"I don't hate them," Colin said with a laugh.

"You wish they were bigger," Jenny said.

Colin shrugged. Laughing again he said "Bigger is better right?" He pressed his half hard cock against her thigh. "You like big, right?"

"What can I do Colin?" Jenny said, annoyed and hurt. "This is who I am."

"Tell you what," Colin said, smiling and trying to sound supportive. "When I get drafted and get my first check, the first thing I'll do is buy you bigger tits."

Jenny bristled at that. "Not a new car?" she asked sarcastically.

"You come first with me babe," Colin said oblivious to Jenny's sarcasm and hurt feelings. He was hard again. He got on top and fucked her again.

The next day, Jenny went to the Victoria Secrets at the mall. She bought padded bras to increase her bust. In the dressing room, she put one on under her blouse. She looked in the mirror. The bra made her look bigger, maybe like a B cup. Walking through the mall back to her car (she borrowed her mom's car), she noticed guys looking at her bust. She usually liked attention but not this time, because she felt it was fake. Jenny mostly wore padded bras from that moment, until she met Mike.

At the March Madness party, Frank frowned as he watched Jenny walk away. The bitch had clearly come on to him. She might be a good dancer but she was a lousy actress. Frank easily saw through the "stumbling into his arms" thing. (Jenny got better at subtle flirting as she got older.)

Frank had to adjust his pants. The cock teasing slut had gotten him hot, she'd been practically rubbing her thigh against his cock. Holding her in his arms .... Fuck she had a tight, ripe body.

Frank rejoined the party. He mingled until he saw Paige, and surreptitiously whispered into her ear "Basement 30 minutes."

It was risky, fucking Paige with the party going on. But Jenny had lit a fire in him and he needed to put it out. He loved his wife Sally but she didn't do it for him anymore, not with her pancake tits and cellulose thighs. He was rich, successful and powerful. He gave Sally everything she wanted. He felt entitled.

His affairs were usually with married women, often times wives of men he knew. They were the safest. Unlikely to talk, low risk of disease. Also it was hot taking what belonged to another man. He was a wolf and other men sheep. In business he took their money, in life he took their women. He always got a charge shaking a man's hand at the country club after fucking his wife. He'd grin inside and think to himself "I fucked your wife, I spermed her, I beat you."

Fucking a young thing like Paige was riskier. She was more likely to talk to her friends or get emotionally attached. He knew he should cut it off with her, but there was something so wicked about fucking a girl more than half his age, a girl he watched grow up, a girl the same age as his daughter.

"We need to be quick," Frank said to Paige as he locked the basement door. He kissed her as he unbuttoned her blouse and groped her big fleshy tits. Paige let Frank do whatever he wanted to her, she was just happy to be with him.

Frank twirled Paige around and bent her over the sofa back. He yanked up her skirt and pushed down her tights and panties, then he sunk his cock into her tight 18 year old pussy. As he fucked Paige, he closed his eyes and imagined he was fucking Jenny Johnson.

The good news came in April. When Jenny got home there was a letter from Penn State. She hesitantly opened the envelope, feeling like her entire future hinged on the words written inside. For long moments she was too scared to read the letter. When she finally did she started crying. She got into Penn State! On top of that, the school awarded her a combination of scholarships and low cost loans to make it possible for her to go!

Jenny's mom was ecstatic, and so was her sister Emma. Jenny couldn't wait to tell her father. He loved Penn State football too (it was a big reason why Jenny liked it so much).




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 02



Later that night Jenny excitedly showed her father the acceptance letter. "Penn State huh?" he said eyeing the letter.

"Yeah, we can go to football games together!" Jenny said excitedly. 

"Not sure I can make it to games," father said doubtfully. They were middle class, but just barely so. Despite being a lifelong fan, Jenny's father had never been to a Penn State game, it cost too much.

He frowned as he read the letter. "I hope you're not thinking I'm paying your student loans."

"Dad, no," Jenny said softly. "I'll pay when I graduate."

"Okay," father said with an uncaring shrug, handing the acceptance letter back to her. "Well, congrats." He went into the kitchen for a beer.

Jenny stood there, arms at her side, watching him disappear into the kitchen. She was crestfallen. If he'd given her a big hug or said "I'll really miss you when you go to college," it would've made her day. Yet his first thought had been the student loans. 

A few weeks later Colin drove Jenny to MakeOut Point. He pulled her to him, wanting to fuck.

"We can't Colin," Jenny said gently pushing him away. "I've got my period."

"Seriously?" Colin said frustrated.

"Sorry," Jenny said with a shrug.

"Okay well, come on," Colin said, putting his hand behind Jenny's head and pulling her face to his crotch. Jenny inwardly signed. She was the person in pain, she had to deal with the cramps, yet she also had to service him. What about her needs? But what could she do? This was what girlfriends did right? 

With another sigh, Jenny opened his pants and went down on him.

The next day after school Jenny called Colin to invite him over to her house. She was still annoyed with him. With her period they couldn't have sex, but they were still boyfriend/girlfriend, they could hang out right? But Colin didn't answer his cell phone.

Later Sophie called. "Wanna go to the mall?" she asked.

"Sure," Jenny said with a shrug. She didn't have a lot of money but she enjoyed window shopping and browsing the sales and bargain aisles.

As they walked from Sophie's car to the mall entrance, Jenny saw a black Mustang with red fire stripes running down the sides. It looked just like Colin's car. Curious, Jenny walked over, with Sophie close behind. 

As they got closer, Jenny saw the Mustang rocking back and forth. She looked inside and her hand went to her mouth. It was Colin. He had his pants down, and he was on top of a pretty brunette (Jenny later found out her name was Amanda and she worked at the mall). The brunette had her blouse open and her skirt hiked up. Colin was mauling her tits – which were enormous, DDs at least – while he fucked her.

Jenny cried out in horror and ran back to Sophie's car, crying. Sophie hurriedly followed. "Fuck!" Colin said at being caught. He tossed Amanda aside, pulled up his pants and ran after Jenny.

"Jenny wait let me explain!" Colin said grabbing her arm.

"You shit!" Jenny said tears falling down her cheeks. She pounded her fists against his chest. "You cheat! You cheater!"

"It's not what you think!" Colin insisted.

"You're cheating on me!" Jenny cried.

"But Amanda doesn't mean anything to me!" Colin said.

"You think that makes it alright?" Jenny said incredulously. Still crying, she ran to Sophie's car and the two girls drove away.

At home, Jenny's mom hugged and comforted her. "I'm sorry you broke up, but it's probably for the best," mom said consolingly. "I know Colin's type, he's not good for you."

"What do you mean?" Jenny asked her cheeks tear streaked.

"Just trust me honey," mom said with a sad knowing smile.

All week long Colin tried to get back together with Jenny. "We love each other, why are you so upset?" Colin implored.

"You cheated on me!" Jenny said incredulously.

"But I love you, and you love me too," Colin said reaching for her. "I'm sorry, I'll never do it again I promise."

Jenny wavered, but remembered her mother's warning. "No Colin," she said walking away, tears welling up in her eyes.

A few weeks later, Jenny was still trying to get over Colin and the hurt and humiliation of his cheating when she came home to her father yelling at her mother. She was coming into the middle of a big argument. She heard her father scream, "And I don't need that spoiled brat bragging about how she's going to Penn State games while I work my ass off putting food on the table!" Then she heard the door slam as he stormed out.

Jenny cautiously approached the kitchen. Her mother sat at the table, crying. "What's wrong mom?" Jenny said going to her.

"Your father left us," mom said, wiping tears from her cheeks.

"He left us?" Jenny said, shocked. Grief suddenly overwhelmed her. "He left us?" she repeated, tears welling up in her eyes.

Seeing her distress, mom took Jenny into her arms. "Why'd he leave us?" Jenny asked, tears falling down her cheeks. "Because of me?"

"No honey not you," mom said soothingly. She had trouble saying the next words, but she finally did. "Your father cheated on me. He's been cheating on me. I confronted him about it. That's why he left."

"Oh mom, he cheated on you?" Jenny said looking desperately at her mother, sobbing now. "What're you going to do?"

"I don't know," mom said, anguish covering her face. She was crying too. "I still love him so much!"

A few days later Jenny was still walking around in a stupor when Mr. Hayden approached. "Jenny are you okay?" he asked concerned. She hadn't been her usual bubbly self this week.

"I'm fine," Jenny lied, forcing a grin. She hadn't told anyone about her father's cheating and leaving, other than her best friends Sophie and Paige. She couldn't handle talking about it.

Mr. Hayden grinned and showed her a DVD. "Chicago," he said handing the DVD to Jenny. "You can add it to your portfolio, for when you audition for shows in college." Some of his students had videoed their musical production and used editing software on their Macs to produce a HD version of their show. "It's quite good, the DVD. I might show it next week in class."

"Awesome," Jenny said, trying to sound interested but not caring about the stupid video. Then an idea occurred to her. She asked "Um, can we watch it after school?" She hated her house now. Her father's words before he left echoed in her head whenever she was there. "Did he leave because of me?" she constantly wondered, the guilt overwhelming. She'd rather stay at school and watch the stupid DVD than go home.

"Uh sure," Mr. Hayden stammered. It was a dumb idea. An idiotic idea. A dangerous idea. Yet ....

Mr. Hayden hesitantly suggested "We could go to my house ...."

"Okay," Jenny agreed with an uncaring shrug. She didn't care where, as long as it wasn't her house.

Mr. Hayden lived in a small house on the outskirts of town. Usually he parked in the driveway. This time though, he drove into the garage and closed the garage door with the remote before getting out of the car. He didn't want his neighbors to see the young high school girl with him.

"Um, where's your wife?" Jenny asked as she glanced at the pictures in the family room. Judging by the pictures, Mr. Hayden and his wife had two kids, a boy and a girl.

"Mary and the kids are visiting her parents this week, in Alabama," Mr. Hayden explained. "She's pregnant you know, with our third."

"Oh I didn't know, that's awesome," Jenny said.

"She's due soon," he said. "This was her last chance to travel for a while."

"Oh okay," Jenny said as she looked at more pictures. She looked at their wedding picture. Mrs. Hayden had been really pretty. The next picture showed Mrs. Hayden in a cheerleader outfit. "She was a cheerleader?" Jenny asked surprised.

"Yeah, like you," Mr. Hayden said grinning at her. "That's how I met her. She cheered at Alabama, I played football."

"Oh wow, I didn't know," Jenny said, impressed. Mr. Hayden played college football? At a big school like Alabama? But then she always thought he looked athletic.

"Not as good as your Colin though," he said with a chuckle. 

"He's not my Colin, we broke up," Jenny said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know."

"It's okay," Jenny said with a shrug. She didn't want to think about Colin. She looked at recent pictures of Mrs. Hayden. She was still cute, although not the beauty from college. Kinda pleasantly plump. But still pretty.

"Wine?" Mr. Hayden said, offering Jenny a glass. He chuckled at her startled looked. "I drank when I was your age, I know how it is. Just don't tell anyone."

"Okay," Jenny said with a laugh, taking a sip of the wine. Actually she wasn't that surprised at being asked, not after drinking champagne with Mr. Tower.

Mr. Hayden looked at the pictures of his wife from college. "You remind me of Mary," he said.

"Seriously?" Jenny said with another laugh. She'd never met Mrs. Hayden in person, but from the pictures it was clear she was stacked! 

"That's not what I meant," Mr. Hayden said with a laugh. "Your personality. You're bubbly like Mary, always saying the right things to make people feel good about themselves."

"Thanks," Jenny said, blushing at his praise. "I don't know. I guess I want people to like me."

"I think you're succeeding, you're popular right?" he said grinning at her.

"I guess," Jenny said with a modest shrug. She took another sip of the wine. Being popular wasn't all that people thought it was. It was a lot of work, like a competition. 

Mr. Hayden took a sip too, still looking at Jenny. So beautiful ... he felt like he was standing next to a model. A really young, gorgeous, painfully hot model.

Jenny kept a neutral expression as he stared at her. She didn't encourage him, but she didn't turn away either.

"How about we watch the DVD?" he said, finally managing to tear his eyes from Jenny. He put the DVD into the machine. As it started up he picked up the wine bottle and said "Refill?"

"Sure," Jenny said. She drank down the remaining wine in her glass, then offered it for a refill. 

Mr. Hayden refilled his glass too, then they both sat on the sofa. Their production of Chicago began playing. Yet Jenny sensed his eyes were on her, not the TV screen. She noticed her skirt had ridden up when she sat. She felt Mr. Hayden's eyes on her legs. She could've adjusted her skirt to push it down, but didn't. She kept her eyes on the screen, pretending not to notice his looking. 

"More wine?" he asked as the DVD went to the intermission.

"Let me this time," Jenny offered. She reached for the bottle on the coffee table, knowing the motion would cause her skirt to hike up higher. She refilled his glass and then her own. She didn't fix her skirt when she settled back into the sofa. She knew her skirt was way high up her thighs now. She pretended not to notice as Mr. Hayden stared at her.

Mr. Hayden edged closer to Jenny. He said nervously, "You know Jenny, you're about to graduate, you should call me John."

Jenny looked at Mr. Hayden. She could tell he was nervous, and was breathing hard. She was sure if she looked down she'd see an erection tenting his chinos. All of this reminded her of Sophie's March Madness party, of talking with Mr. Tower – Larry – in the back hallway. That'd just been a few weeks ago, yet everything in her life had changed. Her boyfriend cheated on her. Her father cheated on her mom and moved out. Both of them – the two most important men in her life – deserting her. 

"Okay John," Jenny said, feeling empty inside.

As they watched the TV Mr. Hayden edged still closer to Jenny. The wine steeled his nerves and lowered his inhibitions. He put his hand on her knee. "You're a wonderful dancer Jenny," he said again looking into her lovely face. "So talented ... and so beautiful."

"I don't feel talented and beautiful," Jenny said. Both Colin and her father gone. What was wrong with her? She wasn't pretty enough to satisfy Colin. She wasn't a good enough daughter to make her father care.

"You are Jenny," Mr. Hayden assured her, moving his hand up her leg. "So lovely."

Jenny didn't love Mr. Hayden. She wasn't physically attracted to him. But, at that moment, she wanted to be with him. She needed him. She needed his approval. She needed his love.

So when Mr. Hayden lowered his head to kiss her, she didn't stop him. When he unbuttoned her blouse and unsnapped her bra, she didn't stop him. When he pulled down her tights, she didn't stop him. When he opened her legs, she didn't stop him. When he pushed his cock into her pussy, she didn't stop him.

Jenny got a look of him before he entered her. He was smaller than Colin. According to her school girl test, he was just over 2 hands (whereas Colin was 3 easy), and would easily fit inside a toilet paper roll (whereas Colin wouldn't). But with Mr. Hayden, Jenny discovered there was more to good sex than just size. Mr. Hayden had a lot of experience, he knew how to give pleasure. He made Jenny cum, and her orgasm was just as good as Colin ever gave her.

Mr. Hayden taught Jenny something else. The difference between fucking and making love. Whereas Colin fucked, Mr. Hayden made love. Jenny discovered the emotional contentment of making love. The closeness and intimacy were so wonderful, they almost made the orgasmic pleasure a secondary thing. (Almost.)

Regret fell over Mr. Hayden after cumming inside Jenny. He just cheated on his wife, the person he loved more than life, the mother of his children! To make things worse, she was pregnant with his child!

Jenny sensed his mood change. She quickly dressed. "I'll drive you home," Mr. Hayden said. Jenny nodded, as it was too far to walk.

Jenny directed Mr. Hayden to a dark park a few blocks from her house. "I'll walk from here," she said.

He nodded, appreciating her discreetness. He said "It goes without saying ...."

"I won't say anything," Jenny promised him. 

They looked at each other in the moonlight, reflecting on what they'd just done. 43 year old teacher and 18 year old student. Mr. Hayden again had a hard time taking his eyes off Jenny. Her face so beautiful. Her body so tight and amazing. Her pussy beyond description. Despite his guilt over cheating, he felt himself getting hard. Even on her best day, his wife Mary didn't measure up to Jenny. He felt guilty at the thought, but it was true.

Jenny had a lot of emotions swirling around inside her. About her dad, Colin and now Mr. Hayden. They had no future, and she didn't love him anyway. She certainly didn't want to break up his marriage and family. But he was here, and she needed someone. She put her hand on his thigh and hesitantly asked "Can I see you again?"

"You want to?" Mr. Hayden said surprised. Even in his peak of youth, he never stood a chance with a girl as lovely as Jenny Johnson. Yet now she was offering herself to him again. He again thought of his wife Mary, pregnant with their third child. He knew it was a terrible betrayal, but when would he ever get another chance to be with a girl like Jenny again? He found himself saying "Yes, we can see each other again."

Jenny nodded. She whispered "When's your wife coming home?"

"Not until next week," he said, whispering back. Why were they whispering? He asked "Tomorrow?"

"Okay," Jenny said. She slid her hand to his crotch. She felt his hard-on. "I really enjoyed today," she said rubbing him. She grinned at him and said "You're freaking amazing."

Then she did something that blew Mr. Hayden's mind. She unbuckled his pants and took out his hard cock. Then she went down on him.

Mr. Hayden's body stiffened as he felt Jenny's lips around his shaft. "Oh my god, oh my god," he chanted inside his head. "My cock is inside Jenny Johnson's mouth!"

Jenny and Mr. Hayden saw each other every day until his wife and children returned home. Each time they made love in the marital bed he shared with his wife. They continued to see each other after that, going to hotels outside town.

Jenny's time with Mr. Hayden healed her somewhat. A glimpse of what real love was like. Because, even as he made passionate love to her, she could tell he loved his wife. 

The irony of the situation didn't escape Jenny. Colin cheated on her, her father cheated on her mother. Now Mr. Hayden was cheating on his wife. She felt guilty, but not too much. Mr. Hayden was an adult, he was making his own choices. Anyway, Jenny had no intention of taking him away from his wife and children. She didn't love him. It was just, at that moment in time in her life, she needed someone. And he was there.

After a few weeks, Mr. Hayden felt himself falling in love with Jenny. She was so beautiful, both inside and out. It was when he started feeling love for Jenny that he knew their affair had to end. 

They made love one last time. When they parted, Mr. Hayden felt his heart breaking. He loved his wife, but he wondered if he would ever get over Jenny Johnson. As a keepsake, Jenny gave Mr. Hayden her high school ring, the one she just got (as she was about to graduate). Mr. Hayden hesitated taking it. It would be bad if Mary ever found it. But he wanted something of Jenny, so he accepted her gift.

Jenny cried after their breakup. Not because she loved Mr. Hayden – she didn't. But because she was alone again.

Jenny's father moved back home a week before her high school graduation. "You're taking him back?" Jenny asked her mother, not knowing what answer she wanted to hear.

Mom nodded looking sad. "I love him," she said simply.

The night before graduation Colin came over. Jenny sat with him on the porch swing. 

"I heard your parents got back together," he said. "That's a good thing right?"

"I guess," Jenny said with a shrug. She didn't know if it was a good thing or not. 

"Do you think you can forgive me, the way your mom forgave your dad?"

"Have you been with Amanda?" Jenny asked.

"... yes," Colin admitted after a few moments, deciding to come clean. He hurriedly added "If we get back together I'll never see her again, I swear."

"God Colin how do you think that makes me feel?" Jenny said tears coming to her eyes.

"Jenny I'm sorry!" he said feeling bad. "I'll never cheat on you again, I swear!" At that moment, Colin was being honest. He desperately wanted Jenny back, he was more than willing to swear off all other girls. But he didn't live up to his promise. Once back with Jenny, and especially once he became a star quarterback at Penn State, he couldn't keep his eyes from wandering or his dick in his pants.

Jenny was sobbing. Colin took her into his arms. "Please Jenny, come back to me," he implored. "I love you so much."

Jenny forgave Colin, and they became a couple again. Her unconditional childhood love of him was broken though. But she thought they might someday have real love, like the love Mr. Hayden had for his wife Mary. And this way, as Colin's girlfriend again, she didn't have to be alone.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 03



Continuing Book 1, Cheating. This chapter takes place between Consequences Part 2 (the Crypts interlude) and He Fucked My Girl Part 1.

*****

Doctor Waterman finished his examination of Mike, his first check up since moving back to the frat house. "The ribs are healing well," he said. "How are the headaches?"

"They're gone," Mike said trying to sound extra healthy. He was tired of bed rest, he wanted a normal schedule again. "The dizziness is gone too."

"You woke up this morning with a headache, and you got dizzy too," Jen pointed out, holding Mike's arm protectively. Looking at the doctor she said "He's getting better, but he still needs rest."

"But no migraines," Mike hurriedly pointed out.

The doctor nodded, agreeing with Jen. "You had a major concussion Mike, you need to take it seriously," he said frowning at Mike. "You can't rush it, otherwise you might have issues down the road."

Mike gave Jen a "thanks a lot" grimace after the doctor left. "I'm going crazy not doing anything," he complained. "I feel like a prisoner in the frat house."

"You need to get better baby," Jen said soothingly, hugging his arm. "Just another week or two." 

As they walked out of the hospital, Jen saw the doctor and said to Mike, "Um, give me a sec okay?"

"Doctor Waterman?" Jen tentatively asked. "Can I ask you something?" She guided him into an empty consultation room.

"How can I help you?" Dr. Waterman asked.

"Um, I was wondering ...," Jen began. She felt embarrassed but she needed to ask. Even though they were alone she whispered, "Is Mike well enough for sex?"

Dr. Waterman managed to keep from smiling. Folding his arms and putting on his most clinical face, he asked "What kind of sex?"

Jen blushed red. "Um ... intercourse?" she said, her statement coming out like a question.

Somehow Dr. Waterman kept a straight face. He shook his head and said "I think it might be better to wait, probably another 2 weeks."

"Oh," Jen said looking disappointment. Still blushing, she stammered, "Um ... other kinds of sex?"

Dr. Waterman put his hand under his chin, as if he was giving her question a lot of thought. "Other kinds of sex are fine," he said after a dramatic pause. "As long as he doesn't jar his head."

"I understand, thanks Dr. Waterman," Jen said, hurrying away. Doctor Waterman watched Jen as she walked away, his eyes on her shapely ass and long legs. He shook his head enviously. "Mike Andrews is a lucky guy," he thought to himself.

Since Mike moved home, Jen spent more time with him at his frat house than her sorority. Most nights Jen went to her sorority house to sleep, but tonight she was sleeping over with Mike.

Inside Mike's room, Jen got ready for bed. She undressed to her panties and put on his frat t-shirt, the one she'd begun using as a nightgown. 

Jen noticed Mike discreetly turned his head when she undressed. "You don't have to do that you know," she said smiling at him. "You can watch me undress. I'm your girlfriend right?" She sat next to him on bed so her bare knee touched his hand.

"Yeah," Mike said, amazed at how fast things had changed. It took weeks before she let him inside her blouse. Their sex so far had been limited to some oral (and not much of that!). Now, all of a sudden, it was okay for him to watch her undress? But then, he did save her at Crypts. Being a hero had its rewards!

Mike caressed her knee. Her legs were amazing, long, slim and shapely, so smooth and unblemished like they were airbrushed.

"Feels good," Jen whispered, letting him touch her.

"Yeah?" Mike asked, moving his hand higher up her inner thigh

"Yeah," Jen said, the one word coming out like a moan. She closed her eyes and her breathing got harder as Mike caressed her, especially as he moved his hand up her leg towards her panties. She needed sex as much as Mike, maybe more. It'd been weeks - months! - since she last got fucked. It was the longest she'd gone without sex since losing her virginity to Colin (and to her regret Colin was the last to fuck her) (Author's note: See Consequences - Part 2). She so needed laid!

She and Mike hadn't gone all the way yet. Originally it'd been because she wanted to go slow. She knew from the start Mike was special, and she didn't want him to think she was easy. Then when she was ready Crypts happened, and since then there'd been no opportunity to fool around, not with Mike recuperating in the hospital. Mike had only recently been released from the hospital, and they'd been little opportunity with his family around all the time. Tonight was practically their first time alone since Crypts.

Now, she so wanted to jump his bones! She needed it! But she couldn't, it was literally doctor's orders.

Mike needed release, she saw it in his eyes. It wasn't her way to leave her man with blue balls. Giving him a playful, sexy smile, she began working on his belt.

The door opened as she was pulling down his pants. It was Sam.

"Shit guys don't you know how to use a lock?" Sam said disgustedly, averting his eyes from the scene on Mike's bed. He loved Mike like a brother, but at the moment he was girlfriendless and the last thing he needed was to see his roommate getting his rocks off (especially with a hottie like Jenny Johnson).

Jen hurriedly covered herself and Mike with a blanket.

"Sorry Sam," Mike said, but he was grinning as if saying "I know you wish you were me." They were best friends and gave each other shit all the time.

"Um, Sam, could you give us a minute?" Jen asked. "Like, um, a half hour?"

"Yeah, sure," Sam said with a huff.

Jen locked the door behind Sam. Then she walked back over to the bed, again bumping her knee against Mike's hand. "Hi," she said to him, smiling.

"Hi," Mike said smiling back, caressing her leg again.

Jen crossed her arms in front of her, then pulled off Mike's frat shirt. She stood in front of him, completely nude except for cotton panties.

"God Jen," Mike gasp, barely able to breathe as he gazed at her bare breasts. "You've so perfect."

"You really like them?" Jen asked.

"They're perfect," Mike gushed, looking at them practically reverently.

Jen broke out in a big lopsided smile, clearly pleased by Mike's unabashed praise. He was the first guy she ever met who seemed to PREFER small tits!

"You can touch them you know," she said with a giggle, pulling his hands up to cup her. Her breathing got hard again as he fondled her. Mike didn't have the most talented touch, but her nipples were super sensitive and she was already going out of her head horny.

She knew they didn't have much time, not with Sam waiting outside. She pushed him onto his back. She gave him a crooked smile as she finished pulling off his pants.

Mike's heart was pounding! Was this it? Was she finally going to let him fuck her?

Reading Mike's thoughts, Jen rubbed his arm and said "Dr. Waterman said we have to wait."

"What?" Mike said, not understanding.

"We have to be careful baby," Jen said softly stroking his cheek. Giving him an encouraging smile, she said "Don't worry, I'll take care of you." Pulling her long blonde hair to the side, she lowered her head and swallowed Mike into her mouth.

It was easy for Jen to take all of Mike's penis into her mouth. She was used to going down on guys like Colin, all bigger than Mike. She thought back to the hands/toilet roll test from high school. Mike didn't measure up favorably against that test. But she didn't care, he was the only man she wanted.

After cumming, Mike tried rolling Jen onto her back so he could eat her out. He could tell she was horny by her flushed cheeks, heavy lidded eyes, parted lips and heavy breathing (he started thinking of that as her cum face). 

But Jen wouldn't let him. "I don't want you to shake your head," she told him. "Besides, Sam is coming back in a minute. Don't worry, I'm fine."

Jen put his frat t-shirt back on and rolled over onto her side, holding Mike's hand so he spooned her from behind. She faced the wall away from Sam's bed on the other side of the room. Sam found them that way a few minutes later, spooning under the blanket with the lights off. Sam undressed and got into bed.

In the darkened room, Mike quietly curled his arm under Jen's body, cupping her breast with his hand. "What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Shhh," Mike whispered back. He began kneading her breast and rubbing her already hard nipple through his t-shirt.

"Stop Mike," Jen whined. She was already horny, the last thing she needed was teasing. 

"Let me take care of you," Mike whispered. He slipped his other hand into her panties and began rubbing her clit.

Jen's breath caught as she felt Mike's finger on her clit. Mike was seriously doing this, with his roommate just steps away?! She worriedly glanced over her shoulder towards Sam's bed. In the dim moonlight he looked to be asleep. If she pushed Mike away the noise would probably wake Sam up. Her body could definitely use an orgasm. She decided to go with it.

But Mike's touch was more enthusiastic than talented. His desire to take care of her needs was sweet, but he'd have to do better to get her off. She put her hand over his, guiding him to how she liked being touched. Where she liked it, how fast, how hard. After a few moments he got it. Not perfect, but enough to make her cum. "Feels good baby," she whispered encouragingly.

Jen's praise made Mike's heart leap. He moved his other hand under the t-shirt to her bare breast. With that hand he thumbed her hard nipple while with the other he rubbed her clit.

Jen bit into the pillow to stay quiet. She still couldn't believe Mike was doing this with Sam in the room! But the shit was definitely going to make her cum! 

Jen barely stifled a moan when Mike began kissing up her neck behind her ear. She was so close! She clamped her hand over Mike's, not to stop him, but to get him to rub her clit harder. Mike did, and moments later Jen's orgasm rolled over her. She bit into the pillow again as her body shuddered with orgasmic pleasure. 

She panted into the pillow as she recovered from her climax. It wasn't the best orgasm she'd ever had, but it was probably the kinkiest with Sam just a few feet away in the other bed. She realized the kinkiness made it more exciting. 

She turned around to face Mike. "You bad boy," she whispered, grinning at him in the moonlight. "What got into you?"

"I like making you feel good," Mike whispered smiling back at her. It made him feel good to give her pleasure.

"You do huh?" Jen said, smiling and beaming at him. Mike was so unlike every other guy she ever dated, especially Colin. With Colin, it was all about him, it was her job to pleasure him. With Mike, things were equal, it was about pleasuring each other. Jen snuggled into Mike's arms, feeling happy and secure.

A few days later, Jen was leaving her modern dance class when she saw Colin waiting for her.

"Can we talk?" Colin said approaching her.

"We don't have anything to talk about," Jen said coldly, moving away from him.

"Jenny, come on, hold up," Colin said, catching up to her. "How's Mike doing?"

"Oh like, you're worried about him now?" Jen said sarcastically. "After you and your friends ganged up on him?"

"How many times do I have to say I'm sorry?" Colin said exasperated. "I told you, things got out of control. I didn't have anything to do with those Mexicans."

"You hurt him as bad as those thieves," Jen snapped. She looked incredulously at Colin. How could he possibly think he was innocent in this? "You covered your ass good, with that thug Sandusky."

"He's a good coach," Colin insisted.

"He's a thug!" Jen hissed. "And you're an ass, for showing him those pictures! How could you Colin?"

"The coaches put a lot of pressure on me when you pressed charges," Colin said looking sincerely regretful. "What'd Mike say?"

"What do you mean?" 

"Coach Sandusky showed Mike the pictures, to get him to drop the charges," Colin told her.

Jen's eyes grew wide in surprise and alarm. "What?" she said, her words so soft they were barely audible. A cold shiver ran down her back. Mike saw the pictures? She turned, suddenly needing to see Mike.

"Wait, Jenny," Colin said, grabbing her wrist. 

Jen turned to him. "What?" she snapped, pulling her hand away.

Colin looked embarrassed. He looked awkward too, not used to being in situations like this. "I'm sorry, things got out of hand," he said looking regretfully. "I'd like to, you know, apologize to Mike sometime."

Jen looked at Colin. She'd known him since high school, loved him once. He wasn't a bad person. A player, an arrogant jock, but not a bad or evil person. Jen could tell he was regretful over what happened at the Crypts. "I don't know Colin, we'll see," she told him. Then she hurried to Mike's frat house.

Mike's eyes lit up when he saw Jen. "Hi," he said smiling at her.

"Hey baby," Jen said smiling back. Mike reached for her and she melted into his arms. "Um, can we talk?" she said awkwardly.

They went to his room and sat on his bed. Mike saw she'd just come from her dance class. She was still in her dancewear with a loose Penn State sweatshirt on top. She had her hair up in a ponytail, and her cheeks were still flushed from the exercise of the dance class. She looked so adorably beautiful! He wanted to hug her, kiss her, make love to her. But he tried to avoid coming on too strong, as he didn't want to scare her away.

"Um, I ran into Colin today," Jen began. "He, ah, he feels bad about what happened. He'd like to apologize sometime."

Mike nodded slowly. He didn't like talking about Colin, and he didn't like the fact Jen had seen him. It wasn't about what happened at Crypts. Mike felt insecure around Colin, especially since he knew he wanted Jen back. Why would a pretty, popular girl like Jenny Johnson want to go out with him, when she could be going out with a guy like Colin? He knew his insecurities about Colin were irrational. Colin had cheated on Jen multiple times, and did nothing at the Crypts to defend her. All signs pointed to Jen being completely over him. But still, Mike couldn't help feeling uneasy whenever Colin came up.

"You met up with Colin?" Mike asked cautiously.

"I didn't meet up with him," Jen said, hugging his arm reassuringly. She knew about Mike's insecurities about Colin and all her friends, the "populars" as he called them. "We ran into each other, we talked for a few minutes."

"Okay," Mike said still being cautious and wondering where Jen was going with this.

"Um ...," Jen began. She paused, not knowing how to begin the conversation. Finally deciding to be direct, she said "Colin said Coach Sandusky showed you pictures? Of me and Colin?"

"Yeah, when I was in the hospital," Mike said.

Jen edged up to Mike so her shoulder touched his. "Why didn't you tell me baby?" she asked. "Did you get upset seeing them?"

"Colin's an ass for giving them to Sandusky," Mike said.

"Yeah, I know, but ... I'm sorry I let him take them," she said regretfully.

"That's okay," Mike said with a laugh. "I don't blame him."

"Seriously?" Jen said. She tried to give Mike the evil eye, but she ended up grinning, relieved he wasn't mad.

Mike shrugged and laughed again.

"So, um, what happened to the pictures?" Jen cautiously asked.

"Sandusky didn't leave them," Mike said keeping a straight face. 

"Oh okay," Jen said. She was relieved, but still unsure. Had he seen it, noticed? She could gamble he didn't, but if he had it would be better to talk about it. She moved even closer to Mike and took his hand. "Mike, you know I'm completely over Colin right?"

"Yeah," he said putting his arm around her.

Jen snuggled into his arm. She began to nervously play with the buttons of his shirt. Wanting to get it over with, she blurted out "The last time I was with him, I think it was after we met." She hurriedly added "But it was before we were exclusive."

"It's okay baby," Mike said soothingly, hugging her closer to him.

"Baby" had become their pet name for each other, and Jen was relieved to hear him call her that now. "So, um, you saw the picture?" she asked hesitantly.

Mike paused, then admitted "Yeah I saw it." It was a picture of Jen with her face and hair splattered with Colin's spunk. The picture's timestamp made it clear it'd happened after they started dating. 

"It was the only time," Jen assured him, holding his hand. "And only because we weren't exclusive yet."

"It's okay honey," Mike said kissing her forehead.

Jen pulled back a little so she could look into his eyes. "I'm just saying, I'd never do something like that now. Not just cause we're exclusive. But because ... because I love you Mike."

Mike's eyes grew wide. She just said the L word! "I love you too," he gushed as his heart did cart wells. He blurted out "I've always loved you."

Jen gave him a crooked grin. "You have huh? But you waited for me to say it first, right?"

Mike went red-faced at being busted. "That's okay," she said with a smile in her voice, hugging him. She had to admit, he'd played it smart. If he'd come on too strong things might have turned out differently. 

"I hope you know what you're getting into," Jen told him. "I get kinda possessive."

Mike's head was spinning. She wanted him! Jennifer Johnson really wanted him! "Possessive is good," he managed to sputtered out. 

Jen couldn't help smiling. She was charmed by his "I can't believe this is happening" reactions. It made her feel good inside, that he was so happy she was with him. It was like, he was putting her up on a pedestal. Guys had lusted after her, loved her maybe, but no one had ever adored her like Mike, accepted her unconditionally. That really made her feel good inside. 

As they hugged, Mike's hand moved down her back, to her ass. He caressed her there, his fingers tracing along the leg openings of her leotard, then his hand drifted to her tights-covered thighs.

"You're really into legs, huh?" Jen said with a giggle.

"Yeah," Mike admitted. He'd learned he could be honest with Jen, as she never made fun of his kinks. "Your legs."

Jen crossed her arms and pulled off the sweatshirt. She wore only a leotard and tights (underneath the leotard she had on a sports bra). She straddled Mike's thighs and said "You like my dancewear?"

"Yeah," Mike said, his heart pounding. He cupped her breasts and fondled her. Even through the leotard and sports bra he could feel her nipples hardening.

Jen put her arms around his neck. Smiling at him with a sparkle in her eyes, she asked "Last semester, that ballet recital I was in ... you went to every show, to see me, huh?"

"Yeah," Mike admitted.

Jen looked into his eyes, her face more serious now. "You HAVE loved me forever, huh?" she asked. Suddenly she desperately needed to know. Now having admitted their love, she needed to be sure of his love of her.

"Yeah, from the moment I saw you," Mike said truthfully. 

Jen's smile returned as her heart leaped inside and a warm glow spread all through her. "Well, good, that's how it should be," she said grinning crookedly at him. She leaned in and they kissed. "I bet I know what you'd like," she whispered huskily into his ear.

She tossed off her sneakers, then got her ballet slippers from her bag. Standing in front of Mike (who was sitting on the edge of the bed), she put her right foot on his knee. His heart pounded as he looked at her slim pretty foot, his eyes focusing on the thin seam of her tights running over her toes.

Grinning at Mike, Jen slipped her foot into the pink ballet slipper. She carefully wrapped the pink ribbon around her calf. She repeated the process with her other foot.

When she was done, she took a step back and did a pretty pirouette. "You like?" she asked, still balanced on her tiptoes.




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"Yeah," Mike said, his eyes eating Jen up, especially her tight ass and long sexy legs. The ballet slippers and pink ribbons crisscrossing up her calves made her look so sweet and innocent, yet so painfully sexy.

"Do you like this?" Jen asked in a sexier, sultry voice as she put her right foot back on his knee.

Mike couldn't stand it anymore. Like a man possessed, he urgently hugged her leg to him, running his face over her tights-clad knee and calf, his head spinning with lust as he felt the soft pink lace of her ballet slipper run across his cheeks.

"That's it baby," Jen said encouragingly, tenderly stroking his hair as he practically worshipped her leg. She leaned close and whispered into his ear, "Maybe someday I'll wear the ballet outfit from the recital for you," she whispered into his ear. 

"You'd do that?" Mike said, his words coming out like a moan. His cock was so hard it hurt.

"I love you baby, I'll do anything for you," she promised him. Then she slid to the floor, onto her knees, and went down on him.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 04



Author's note: Yes, there are some continuity problems with this long story. For example, in the last chapter Jen admits being with Colin once after she started dating Mike. But in fact Jen had already told Mike that in an earlier chapter (which I discovered after posting the last chapter). And I'm sure there are some other inconsistencies.

In a story this long - and given the fact this is a hobby and I only have so much time to write it - there are going to be some inconsistencies like this. I think they're minor, but you can judge for yourself. I hope they don't hurt your enjoyment of the story.

*****

Continuing Book 1: Cheating. This Part 4 continues the flashback from Part 3. 

A week later Mike moved out of the frat house into a one bedroom apartment. It dug into his savings but it was worth it, because Jen essentially moved in with him (officially she still lived in her sorority house, but she spent most nights with Mike).

A few days later Mike had another checkup. Dr. Waterman grinned at Jen as he gave Mike a clean bill of health. Jen blushed, but she and Mike exchanged an excited smile.

The couple rushed back to their new apartment. Jen offered to change into something slinky, but Mike stopped her. "I love you just the way you are," he said. She was wearing her typical tom boyish outfit: jeans, loose blouse and sneakers. To Mike she was the most adorable, sexiest girl alive (especially since he knew she wore tights under the jeans). 

In a fairy tale, their first love making would have been long and passionate, exploring, taking their time and ending in mutual delicious orgasms. But they were too worked up for patience. They'd both gone without intercourse for months, Jen's last time with Colin, and Mike with his last girlfriend almost a year ago.

Their lips barely parted as they urgently tore at each other's clothes, both of them kicking off their shoes. Mike got on top and Jen parted her legs. "Jen, I don't have a condom," Mike said suddenly remembering birth control.

"It's okay I'm on the pill," Jen said. "Come on baby," she said desperately, grabbing his ass and pulling him towards her. She so needed laid, it'd been so long!

Mike pressed his cock between her pussy lips. But he had a hard time getting in. By that time in her life, Jen had had a few lovers, Colin as well as a number of short term hookups and boyfriends she had during her many breakups with Colin (usually after she caught him cheating). But her teenage pussy had tightened back up after not getting fucked for months and Mike (being relatively inexperienced) struggled to get inside.

Both got frustrated at Mike's failed attempts to penetrate her. Finally Jen said "Let me baby." They switched positions, with Mike on his back and Jen on top. Being much more experienced, she expertly took his penis in her hand and lowered herself onto him. There was initial resistance, but being thin (and because she was soaking), he easily slid inside her.

"Oh god!" Mike gasped at feeling Jen's exquisite pussy for the first time. So warm and tight, so silky smooth. 

Jen lowered herself so Mike was completely inside her, then she remained still. She knew by the desperate look on his face he wouldn't last long, but she hoped by going slow he'd be able to hold out for a little while. She wanted to make their first time really good for him.

After Mike seemed to calm down a bit, Jen moved up and down on his shaft. She was used to longer strokes with Colin. With Mike's smaller penis she had to adjust so he wouldn't fall out of her.

Jen leaned forward to kiss Mike. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you baby," she said as they kissed and made love.

"I love you too baby," Mike gushed, reveling in the intimacy and pleasure of being inside Jen for the first time. "You feel so good."

"You feel good too," Jen said her heart full of love.

Moments later Jen felt Mike's cock twitch inside her. She knew he was about to cum. She squeezed her pussy muscles and fucked him harder and faster to increase his pleasure. "Cum inside me baby!" she said urgently.

Mike cried out as he came, bucking up and down, his body tensing and spasming. Jen locked her lips on Mike's, wanting her tongue in his mouth when he came.

Jen held Mike tight as he came down from his orgasm, panting in her face. She felt happy and content. 

"Did you cum," Mike said, his question coming out like a statement, knowing she hadn't. He sounded disappointed.

"No, but it's okay," Jen said deciding not to lie. An orgasm would have been nice, but for her their sex had been about emotions, not physical pleasure, and on that level it'd been wonderful, the best.

"Let me take care of you," he said rolling Jen onto her back and getting between her legs.

"Mike, baby, I'm fine," Jen assured him. She could tell he didn't really want to eat her out, not after just cumming inside her. Guys had such phobias about sperm (even their own), and Mike was no different.

"I want to," Mike insisted. He lowered his head and tentatively licked Jen's clit.

Jen could tell this was really important to him. He clearly had been disappointed when she didn't cum from their love making. She wondered if this had happened to him before with other girls, not able to get his partner to cum during intercourse. Up to that point, she hadn't asked Mike much about his previous girlfriends. Truth was, she didn't like thinking about Mike with other girls. Just the thought of him with another girl ... well, it got her upset. 

Mike quickly brought Jen to an orgasm with his tongue. Jen melted into his arms after cumming, her body aglow from her climax. This boy had a magic tongue!

Later that night they made love again. This time they did it missionary. Mike lasted longer this time, but still Jen didn't cum. But knowing it was important to him, she faked an orgasm. "That was freaking awesome!" she gushed. It HAD been awesome, emotionally. She was rewarded with a big smile from Mike. He looked kinda full of himself too, which she thought was cute.

They acted like newlyweds, fucking all the time. Living together in Mike's apartment, they could do it whenever they wanted. So they did, once or twice a day! They couldn't get enough of each other.

Mike and Jen became inseparable and grew closer. One morning Mike came up behind Jen as she was getting dressed. He liked watching her dress (just as much watching her undress), and she didn't seem to mind. 

Jen stood at her dresser with her lingerie draw open. Standing behind, Mike kissed her shoulder as he watched her pick out underwear. "Why don't you ever wear these?" Mike asked touching a small pile of bras Jen rarely wore. 

The bra in Jen's hand - the one she picked out for today - was padded to make her look bigger. The bras Mike touched were all unpadded.

"Um - I feel better wearing these," Jen said referring to the padded bra. She usually wore padded bras. They added about a cup size.

"Why?" Mike asked.

"Um ..." Jen said, feeling embarrassed. She was happy with her body, except for her small breasts. She didn't want to admit that to Mike. No one liked talking about their flaws or insecurities.

Mike read her mind. "You're perfect," he said reaching around her front and cupping her small breasts. "I love you just the way you are."

"You think so?" Jen asked, turning around to look into his eyes. She blushed, embarrassed to talk about it but wanting to know. "You don't wish I was bigger?"

"Your breasts are perfect," Mike said sincerely. He gave each of them a loving kiss. "They fit you, your dancer's body."

"Yeah but, you like looking at girls with big tits right?" she said with a tight smile.

"No I don't," Mike said. "I mean, sure, I look. But I like girls like you."

"So you admit you look," Jen scoffed, pushing Mike's hands off her and moving away to finish dressing. But she had a big crooked grin on her face. That day, she wore one of her unpadded bras. She did the next day too, and the next. A couple weeks later, after Mike assured her repeatedly he preferred the natural look of the unpadded bras, Jen threw away almost all of the padded bras (keeping just a couple for certain outfits).

The school year ended and they decided to spend the summer in State College, living together in Mike's apartment. Mike got a summer job as a research assistant in the computer lab, and Jen worked as a children's counselor at a women's clinic.

On a Saturday a few weeks into the summer, Jen went to her sorority house. She'd mostly moved all her stuff to Mike's apartment, but there were a few last things she needed. Being summer and the middle of the day, the house was empty. As she neared her bedroom she saw the door was partially opened. She grinned as she heard moans and grunts coming from the room. Allie was getting fucked!

Feeling mischievous, Jen peeked in. Allie was on her elbows and knees, and a guy she didn't know was fucking her from behind. Jen couldn't help noticing the guy was ripped, like an Adonis. As the guy banged Allie with long, hard strokes she saw he was really big.

Jen had intended just a quick peek, but she was mesmerized by the hard fucking Allie was getting. So she stood in the doorway, watching. She watched as Allie came hard on the guy's cock. Then, moments later, she watched as the guy came, grunting and ramming Allie's pussy hard from behind. 

After cumming, the guy collapsed on top of Allie. He slowly slid his cock out of her pussy. Jen saw his cock was covered with milky sperm, and she saw sperm leak from Allie's pussy (which gaped open from getting fucked by such a big cock). Allie hadn't made the guy wear a condom. She was on the pill, just like Jen. She also preferred skin-to-skin (again like Jen).

Still panting, Allie glanced towards the door and saw Jen. "Jen," Allie said surprised.

"Oh sorry," Jen said, ducking away and hoping they wouldn't realize how long she'd watched.

"Jen honey, wait, I want to talk to you," Allie yelled from the bedroom. Jen was so embarrassed she wanted to get out of the sorority house that very moment, but instead she sat down in the common room and waited for her best friend.

Allie joined her a few minutes later. She wore a t-shirt and shorts (and clearly wasn't wearing a bra). She was holding the guy's hand. Jen was relieved to see he was dressed too, although his loose t-shirt didn't hide his broad shoulders and lean physique, and she noticed he fit his jeans very nicely (and of course she'd seen what he had inside those jeans).

Allie did the introductions. His name was Brian and he was a contractor, doing some work on the sorority house. Allie and Brian hugged and kissed, and after promising to call later, Brian left to get back to another job site.

"God you reek of sex," Jen said after Brian was gone.

"I know, isn't it great?" Allie said delightedly. They both laughed and then hugged. The best friends hadn't seen each other since the school year ended.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were staying home the summer," Jen asked.

"God my parents are impossible," Allie lamented. "I'm staying here a couple weeks, I need a break." She scowled at Jen and said sarcastically "Thanks for returning my calls."

"Oh um, sorry," Jen said. Not only had she not returned Allie's calls, she'd lost touch with all her friends. "I've kinda been busy with Mike."

"God Jen really?" Allie derided, rolling her eyes. "What's the first rule? Never lose friends over a boyfriend. Friends are forever, boyfriends are temporary."

"Maybe not this boyfriend," Jen said softly.

Allie's mouth dropped open. "Jen are you serious?" she scoffed. "You're only a sophomore, you're too young to be thinking anything permanent."

"I'm a rising junior, just like you," Jen corrected her. "And I'm not saying permanent. I'm just saying Mike might not be temporary."

"What the fuck's the difference?" Allie said sarcastically.

Jen thought about it. "I don't know," she said with a laugh.

"You're such a dumb ass blonde," Allie said shaking her head. "I need a drink, come on."

"I'm not going anywhere with you until you take a shower," Jen said with a laugh. "God Brian's sweat is all over you."

Allie pushed her big tits in Jen's face and gave her a wicked, mischievous smile. "I know, don't you want to lick it off?" she teased playfully. The two best friends laughed and hugged again.

"So you and bubble boy are getting tight?" Allie asked later at the "We Are" bar, a pub just off campus notorious for accepting fake student IDs (neither Jen or Allie were legal drinkers yet).

"Yeah," Jen said a dreamy smile coming to her face.

"God stop you're going to make me throw up," Allie scoffed. "So what about your friends, you're dumping us?"

"I'm sorry Allie," Jen said squeezing her friend's hand. "You know, Mike was hurt, I had to take care of him."

"Yeah ..." Allie said, relenting. She'd been there, she knew how scary it got. Wanting to change the subject, she took a sip of her beer and gave Jen a crooked grin. "So how's the sex with bubble boy?"

"The sex is fine with Mike, thank you for asking," Jen answered, giving Allie a prim and proper look.

"Oh come on, details!" Allie pressed with a delighted smile on her face. "Does he make your toes curl? Does he make you scream?" She added with a giggle "Can you walk after fucking him?"

"Sex with Mike is wonderful Allie," Jen said with that dreamy smile again.

"What?" Allie said giving her friend a frown. "Doesn't sound like hot sweaty sex to me."

"This is better than hot sweaty sex," Jen told her.

"So you're saying your sex isn't hot and sweaty," Allie said crossing her arms. She had a knowing look on her face, as if saying "I'm not surprised, Mike doesn't look like a good fuck."

Jen knew exactly what Allie was thinking. "God Allie," she said bristling at the criticism of her boyfriend. "Our sex is awesome, okay?" she said irritably.

"Does he make you cum?" Allie shot back. "And don't try telling me that's not important."

"Are you seriously asking me that?" Jen scoffed. "I cum enough."

"Enough?" Allie scoffed back. "Doesn't sound like freaking awesome sex to me," sarcastically doing air quotes around "freaking awesome."

"Okay, I'm out of here," Jen said throwing money on the bar top and rising to go.

"Jen honey wait," Allie said grabbing her arm. "I'm sorry, I'm just upset I never see you anymore."

"Okay," Jen said accepting Allie's apology. "But I have to go, Mike is waiting at home."

"Okay, whatever," Allie said. "You're going to Tony Tony's Fourth of July party right?"

"I don't know," Jen said noncommittally. She knew Mike wouldn't have fun, all the "populars" would be there.

"Jen you have to, you can't just drop off the face of the earth," Allie urged her. She grinned. "I'll be nice to bubble boy, promise."

"So, um, there's a big Fourth of July party at Tony Ton ... um, Tony's," Jen said hesitantly, barely stopping herself from saying "Tony Tony." She didn't want to have to explain how Tony got his nick name. "You remember him?"

"Yeah sure," Mike said. Forcing enthusiasm into his voice, he cheerfully said "We should definitely go."

"You want to go?" Jen said surprised.

"Definitely, we don't have any other plans right?" Mike said forcing a big smile on his face. 

In truth, the last thing Mike wanted to do was to spend time with Jen's friends. But he worried about Jen becoming a hermit. HE was a hermit. He was anti-social to a fault. But that wasn't Jen, and he didn't want to change her. First, because he knew she'd resent it later on. And second, what attracted him to Jen was her bubbly, outgoing personality, and he didn't want to change that. Also, while it made him nervous to be around her friends, he knew keeping her away from them was unfair.

Jen found herself getting excited as the fourth approached. She missed seeing her friends and a lot of them would be at Tony's party (either because they were spending the summer at State College or making a special trip for the party). Even more, she was excited to go to the party with Mike. He was quietly well known around campus, both because of the Barnes award, and also what he did at Crypts. She was proud to be his girlfriend, and looked forward to people seeing her on his arm.

The day of the party she wore a light summer sundress and flats. Underneath she wore a bikini because it was going to be a pool party at Tony's apartment complex. Because she was using the sundress kinda like a cover-up, she picked out one of her shorter ones. She wore it for Mike, she knew he had a thing for legs.

Mike hid his nervousness as they drove to Tony's place. "It's just one day, don't act like a fool, don't fuck things up," he kept telling himself.

Jen stayed closed to Mike's side at the party. That was a relief, but as the day progressed he could tell she was eager to talk and catch up with friends. "You don't have to babysit me, I can take care of myself," Mike said. He made sure to smile so she wouldn't think he was upset.

"I'm not babysitting you honey, I want to be with you," Jen insisted, hugging his arm. But in truth she was longing to socialize with her friends. That was her nature, she was a big extroverted social butterfly, she couldn't help it.

"I'm fine, I was going to go inside and watch the game anyway," Mike said.

"Oh, um ... so I guess I'll hang out here a while," Jen said hesitantly.

"That's cool, I'll see you in a little bit," Mike said giving her a quick kiss. Although he plastered a smile on his face, Mike's anxiety level spiked sky high as they parted. 

As he walked to the game room, he felt a soft hand on his arm. "Hey Mike," he heard a pretty voice say.

Mike turned and saw a pretty Spanish girl. It was Maria Fernandez, an undergrad in the engineering department. Mike knew her from TA'ing her freshman and sophomore calculus classes. They chatted a few minutes. She heard about what happened at Crypts and asked how he was feeling. 

"You're going with Jennifer Johnson?" Maria asked impressed, glancing at the other side of the pool where Jen was talking with friends.

"Yeah," Mike said.

Maria nodded, looking at Mike as if seeing him in a new light. Then she asked "So when are you doing the Barnes Fellowship? This year, right?" 

"Ah, I'm not sure I'm going to do it," Mike said uncertainly.

"Are you serious?" Maria said shocked. "That's the best part!"

"Yeah well ..." Mike said evasively. Just then he noticed Allie standing off to the side with a couple of guys. She was looking at Mike, giving him a quizzical look.

Mike went inside the game room. He kept one eye on the baseball game and one eye on Jen outside at the pool.

"Hey Jen, you remember Brian," Allie said, smiling as she walked up with her contractor lover. "This is her friend Wesley."

"Oh hi," Jen said looking at Brian and then Wesley, and then back at Brian. She blushed slightly, the memory of Brian fucking Allie from behind flashing through her head. She saw Wesley had the same broad shouldered, hard abs physique of Brian. She wondered if he sported the same impressive package inside his swimsuit as his friend.

"I heard Mike talking to Maria," Allie told Jen.

"Mike knows Maria?" Jen said with a frown, looking over towards the game room.

Allie gave her an "I don't know" shrug. "He's your boyfriend," she pointed out. Then she asked "What's the Barnes Fellowship?" 

"What?" Jen asked, having never heard of it.

"So what's your major?" Wesley asked Jen.

"Oh um, marketing and dance," Jen said distractingly. "What's the Barnes Fellowship, and how does Mike know Maria?" she thought to herself. Then Jen saw Maria on the other side of the pool, flirting with a group of boys. Jen frowned seeing Maria in an incredibly skimpy bikini, more revealing that hers. But Mike was nowhere around Maria. That made her feel better.




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"That's a unique combination," Wesley said with a grin. "I graduated a few years ago. I got a marketing gig at Hershey."

"Really?" Jen said suddenly interested. For obvious reasons she was interested in the kind of jobs marketing grads got. Just then they were joined by a number of their friends, mostly guys. The guys gave Jen and Allie a lot of attention. Jen did her social butterfly thing and talked to everyone, but she mostly focused on Wesley because she wanted to find out what he did at Hershey.

Allie pulled Jen over to the keg. "Isn't Wesley hot?" Allie whispered to Jen as they refilled their red Solo cups with cheap beer. "He likes you, he told me."

"Allie you know I'm with Mike," Jen whispered back. She sipped the beer. The combination of sun and alcohol was making her tipsy.

"A little fun on the side," Allie teased, bumping her hip against Jen's. She was also tipsy. "Come on Jen, I can see it in your eyes, you need a good fucking."

"Allie stop ..."

"If you don't hook up with Wesley I'll do you myself," Allie joked sultrily pressing her big tits against Jen's tiny ones. She teased, "You need fucked babe." They both laughed, partly because of the beer, but also thinking of the collection of sex toys (including a big strap on dildo) their sorority kept for gags with new recruits.

Allie's face turned serious. "Jen honey, you can't go from a heavy relationship with Colin to a heavy relationship with Mike," Allie said. "You need to have fun, date a lot of guys. Trust me, Bubble boy will still be there. Look at Wesley, he's gorgeous. You're too young to play house with Mike, go have some fun."

"Hey come on let's hit the pool," Brian said coming up to Jen and Allie.

"Yeah, you guys look too serious for a pool party," Wesley said grinning at Jen. He put his hand on her back. "Am I going to have to throw you in?" he playfully threatened, grinning at her.

"You know I'm still wearing my dress," Jen said to Wesley in a dismissive, chastising tone.

Undeterred by her brush off, Wesley grinned and said "I'll help you take it off." He gave her a movie star smile. Then his eyes moved up and down her body, as if eating her with his eyes. He really was gorgeous, and he was clearly hitting on her! The combination (along with the alcohol) sent an exciting shiver down her back.

Jen looked over at Allie. Allie had a "come on let's have fun" smile on her face. Jen glanced towards the game room. She didn't see Mike, he must still be inside watching the baseball game.

"Fuck it," Jen thought to herself. "Okay whatever," she said to Wesley with a crooked grin and a laugh in her voice. Crossing her arms in front of her, she whipped off her sundress and then kicked off her flats. Jen let Wesley take her hand. Smiling and laughing, they jumped into the pool together. Allie and Brian jumped in too, along with a bunch of other people.

Mike's gut tightened up as he watched Jen talk to guys. With him not there, it was like a swarm of guys vying for her attention. The fact she looked so pretty and sexy in the short sundress didn't help. 

Mike saw Jen talking mostly to Allie's friend. He was clearly hitting on her, and if anything, Jen was encouraging him.

Jen had this thing when she spoke to people, especially guys. She'd look 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 into his ear. In other words, Jen didn't just talk to guys, she flirted with them. That was how Jen was acting with Allie's friend. He was hitting on her, and she was flirting back.

Mike found himself intensely jealous. But he was rock hard too. It was like at the football game a few months ago. Watching Jen flirt with another guy turned him on.

Mike watched as Allie's friend laughingly pulled Jen towards the pool, obviously egging her to jump in. Jen was laughing too, putting up only light resistance. Giving the guy a crooked grin, she whipped off her sundress. Then she jumped into the pool with the guy. As she did, she held the guy's hand.

She fucking held the guy's hand.

Mike knew he should go out to the pool. He should confront Jen, tell the guy off, and then drag her ass home. But he couldn't move, it was like his feet were glued to the floor, his eyes glued to the pool. He was rock hard watching Jen flirt and laugh with the guy.

Mike needed to calm down. He couldn't go out to the pool with a hard-on tenting his shorts. Despite being sexually worked up, he felt heartsick. Just that morning, Jen seemed to be his completely. When they woke up she said she loved him, and they made love. Now, just hours later, it was like she forgot he even existed. She was having the best time with another guy, and he was just a geeky math student who got in the way of the butt of a shot gun. A geeky student with a hard on.

Mike finally forced himself to leave the game room. He walked to the pool. Jen was still there with her new guy friend, laughing and horsing around. Even as he got angrier and more upset, he willed his cock not to get hard again.

He felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned. It was Colin.

"Hey man," Colin said. "Got a minute?"

"No I don't, I need to get to Jen," Mike thought to himself. But he said "Yeah, sure." He let Colin lead him to a quiet corner.

"I just wanted to tell you things got out of hand at the Crypts," Colin said. "Didn't mean it to go down that way."

Mike nodded, but didn't say anything. Was this Colin's version of an apology?

"Okay, well, that's all I had to say," Colin said with a shrug. As a passing shot he said "Take care of my girl for me."

"She's not your girl, she's mine," Mike said glaring at Colin.

"Sure, think that if you want," Colin said with an arrogant laugh. "But Jenny's always come back to me."

"Her name's Jen," Mike said angrily at Colin. Both guys glared at each other. Colin was half a foot taller and at least 50 pounds of muscle heavier, but Mike's hands were clenched into fists and he was ready to fight.

At that moment Jen appeared. "Hey baby," she said taking Mike's hand. She squeezed herself between Mike and Colin, defusing any possibility of a fight. "Come on honey, I want to show you something," she said leading Mike away. 

Mike saw the party was quiet, everyone looking at them. 

"Jenny," Colin said calling after her.

"I'm with my boyfriend Colin," Jen said without even turning to look at him. She tightly held Mike's arm as she led him away.

Mike felt like he should be thrilled, with Jen loudly announcing to all her friends - all the populars - that he was her boyfriend. But the memory of Jen flirting with that guy and playing with him in the pool - and holding his hand - still weighed heavily on his heart.

They left the pool area and followed a pathway that lead up a hill. At the top of the hill they sat in a grassy alcove. They actually weren't very far from the pool distance-wise. From the alcove they could easily see the pool, but from the way the hill and alcove were positioned, no one at the pool could see them.

"You've been here before?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said, leaning her head on his shoulder and still holding his arm. 

Mike looked around. This was a perfect make-out spot. In fact, the only reason to come here was to make out. Had she been here with Colin? Was he going to follow them here? His body tensed going into fight mode, preparing for the worst.

"Never with Colin," Jen said reading his thoughts.

So with other guys, Mike thought. How many guys?

"You know I've had other boyfriends, right?" Jen said reading his mind again.

"So why'd you bring me here?" Mike asked, still feeling mad and upset.

"Why do you think, you goof," Jen said with an affectionate smile in her voice, straddling his lap. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him.

They kissed and petted. Mike realized Jen had put her sundress back on with the wet bikini underneath. "Are you cold?" he asked rubbing her back. The sun was going down and sometimes State College could get chilly at night, even during the summer.

"I like you holding me," Jen said melting into his arms.

"Who was that guy at the pool?" Mike asked. After making out his anger was gone, but he still felt jealous.

"Allie's friend, Wesley," Jen said. She felt guilty, knowing she'd been bad. "Sorry. I get flirty when I drink." Then she admitted, "Allie's a bad influence sometimes."

Mike felt better, talking about it. At least Jen didn't pretend like nothing had happened, that would have hurt. 

"I love you Mike," she said hugging him tighter. "Sometimes I flirt, I can't help it, but it doesn't mean anything." She almost added Colin always got mad at her flirting, but she knew mentioning Colin right now would be a bad thing.

Mike felt incredibly better after hearing this. He said "I love you exactly how you are, I don't want you to change."

"You like seeing me flirt?" Jen joked with a laugh.

"No, not that," Mike said with a laugh back. "I like watching you talk to people. You walk around, like a graceful ballerina, you talk to people, you make them happy, feel good about themselves."

"Stop!" Jen said with an embarrassed laugh, blushing at his compliments. "Like you know all this."

"We've been dating a while, I've been watching you," Mike said grinning at her. He didn't mention before they started dating he'd watched her from afar. He didn't want to freak her out, make her think he stalked her.

"You've been watching me huh?" she said grinning at him, her arms around his neck. "I like you watching me." They kissed again. 

"I'm all wet," Jen said with a giggle. Her wet bikini had soaked through her sundress. "Help me baby," she said rising up on her knees. Mike reached up her dress and pulled the strings of her bottoms. He pulled them off, dropping them on the grass. Then Jen pulled the strings of her top. Soon after it landed on the grass next to her bottoms. 

"Much better," Jen said sitting on his lap again. 

"Yeah," Mike said looking at her front. The wet sundress molded itself around her tits. She looked achingly hot!

"You're so perfect," he gushed, cupping her. Her nipples felt hard in the palms of his hands.

"So how do you know Maria?" Jen asked abruptly.

"What?" 

"Maria Fernandez," Jen said. "How do you know her?"

"She's in engineering, I think," Mike said with a shrug. "I TA'd a couple of her classes."

"Did you ask her out?"

"No," Mike said with a laugh.

"But you wanted to right?"

Mike studied Jen's face. She wore a smile and was keeping her voice light, like this was no big deal. But he sensed an edge to her questioning. "Not really," he said carefully. He grinned and said "I like blondes." He said it like a joke, but it was true, he was really only interested in blondes. Also Maria was out of his league (almost as pretty and popular as Jen probably), but he didn't say that of course.

"Okay," Jen said with a shrug.

"What's wrong baby, you don't like Maria?" Mike asked, seeing Jen was upset.

"She's okay I guess," Jen said with another shrug. "I don't know her well." Seeing Mike waiting for more, she added "She's in Kappa Phi, you know the sorority across the quad from us?"

"Yeah, I think so," Mike said uncertainly, not sure if he knew that or not. He wasn't much into Greek life. He joined his fraternity mostly because his best friend Sam wanted to.

"I mean, it's stupid," Jen said sheepishly. "Last year, some of the frats did a calendar of the 12 prettiest girls on campus. Each month they counted down, from 12th prettiest to 1st."

"Real nice," Mike said sarcastically with a laugh.

"They're pigs," Jen agreed. 

"So, ah, you were in it right?" he asked cautiously, knowing this was dangerous territory. "What number were you?"

"Allie was fifth," Jen said. "I was second with Maria."

"With Maria?" Mike asked.

"We tied," Jen said with a sour look. 

"That's crazy, you're way prettier than Maria," Mike said immediately. "But, ah ... who was first?"

"Kelly Donovan, a cheerleader," Jen said with that same sour look. "Cheerleaders always win things like that." 

"But baby, you're not upset right? It's just a stupid calendar. I mean, who decided anyway?"

"I told you it was stupid," Jen said with a shrug. "It's just, I don't like seeing you talking to her. Maria. You know how girls are, right? Maria knows we're going out, so she wants you."

"I doubt that," Mike said with a laugh.

"No Mike that's how it works. In my world, that's how it works," Jen snapped, looking deadly serious. "And don't tell me you don't think she's really pretty."

"Jen, baby, I'm seriously not interested in any girl but you," Mike said holding her head in his hands. 

"Okay," Jen said softly, seemingly appeased. She snuggled into his arms. Sounding embarrassed, she said "I'm sorry for being so psycho. I told you I get possessive."

"That's okay," Mike said holding her tight. "Like I said, possessive is good." It WAS good too. Mike liked Jen got jealous, it meant she really wanted him.

"Can I ask you something?" Mike said.

"Of course baby," Jen told him.

"So, ah, what did you do up here?" Mike asked.

"With other boys?" Jen said with a short laugh. "You really want to know?"

"Yeah, I do," Mike said, his voice both hesitant and urgent.

Jen looked at him, tilting her head as if studying him. "I'll show you," she finally said. "You won't get mad?" 

"No," Mike promised.

"Okay." She crossed her arms and pulled off her sundress. "Something like this," she said.

"Okay ...," Mike said, breathing heavy as he looked at her naked body. 

Jen pulled down Mike's pants. Then she straddled his legs again. She lowered herself on his cock. "Are you okay?" she asked when he was all the way inside her. Was he okay she fucked guys here?

"Yeah," Mike gasped, feeling the wonder of Jen's wonderful, tight, silky smooth pussy.

"You know those guys didn't mean anything right?" she said as she moved up and down on him. "They were before you."

"I know," Mike said, breathing hard. 

"Mike, you won't be a shit right?" she said looking into his eyes.

"What?" 

"You'll never cheat on me."

"Of course I won't."

"You promise?"

"I promise, I'd never cheat on you," Mike said solemnly.

Jen wrapped her arms around Mike's neck as she moved up and down on his cock. She adjusted herself so his cock rubbed against her clit. "Are you okay?" she asked. "I'm almost there."

"Yeah, I'm okay," Mike panted. He was surprised she was already close to cumming, it usually took her longer. It made him happy, clearly she was enjoying his cock inside her. He concentrated on baseball stats to keep from cumming, he wanted her to cum before he got his own pleasure.

Jen moved more urgently up and down on Mike's cock, shifting her position slightly so her clit rubbed harder against his cock. On top had become her favorite position with Mike. With Colin it'd been doggy, because she loved the feeling of being out of control, of being taken, of getting pounded. But Mike didn't like doggy. They'd tried it and both got frustrated, never able to find a rhythm. Part of the reason, Jen knew, was Mike's size. He repeatedly fell out when he tried pounding her hard from behind.

On top worked though. They could kiss, fondle each other. Also, she could control things and get herself off (without using her hand). Sometimes Mike could make her cum missionary style, but usually when she came with him during intercourse it was when she was on top.

"Um, baby, can you squeeze my nipples?" Jen asked with half closed eyes, biting her lip. "Oh yeah -- yeah -- yeah," she moaned, Mike squeezing her breasts and thumbing her nipples as she rubbed her clit against his cock. "Oh god!" she cried, digging her nails into his back as she came. Mike came soon after.

Later at home in bed, Jen asked, "Mike, what's the Barnes Fellowship?"

"It's no big deal," Mike said, looking sideways at Jen. "I've decided not to do it."

"But what is it?"

"Just a waste of time," Mike said evasively. "I've decided not to do it."

The next week, Jen met up with Allie at the We Are bar. "So where'd you disappear to at the party?" Allie asked as they ordered beers.

"You saw the drama between Mike and Colin," Jen said. "I had to get him out of there."

"You left Wesley hanging," Allie said. "He wasn't happy."

"Allie I have a boyfriend!" Jen said exasperated.

"When Colin was your boyfriend, we still had fun," Allie pointed out. Allie was right. She and Jen used to party and go clubbing all the time, flirting and fooling around with guys. More than once Jen ended up in a guy's bed.

"You know Colin and I were hot and cold," Jen said. "I never knew when we were together or broken up. Mike is different. I'm with him. God Allie, we're living together."

"You had fun in the pool with Wesley," Allie pointed out. "He told me."

"I was drunk okay?" Jen said feeling guilty. She'd flirted outrageously with Wesley, and they'd been touchy-feely under the water. At one point his hand had been in her bathing suit. And hers had been in his! It'd been more than just petting. Wesley had practically made her cum! That was why she came so fast with Mike, her body was already on the edge.

"Mike knows I'm a flirt," Jen said. "He's okay with it."

"He's okay with another guy fingering you?" Allie said with a surprised smile on her face.

"Will you hush!" Jen whispered, looking nervously around the bar. "Of course he doesn't know that." She gave Allie a threatening look. "And he doesn't need to, okay?"

"Don't tell me you didn't want to fuck Wesley," Allie whispered. She giggled. "I bet he's as good as Brian."

Jen knew Wesley was as big as Brian. And he knew how to touch a girl. But she'd been drunk. It was the sun and alcohol.

"Allie why do you want me to cheat on Mike?" she asked scornfully. But her scorn was directed at herself as much as Allie.

"Well, because, this is all he's got right?" Allie joked, wiggling her pinky.

"Okay I'm leaving," Jen said standing up.

"Will you stop," Allie said grabbing Jen. "You know that's the second time you've threatened to walk out on me."

"Well then stop being a bitch," Jen said scowling at Allie. "And answer my question, why don't you like Mike?"

"It's not I don't like bubble boy," Allie said. "I just don't want you to lose yourself in him. You do that you know. You lost 2 years of your life with Colin."

"I'm only 20."

"Exactly, you're just 20," Allie said, speaking from experience since she was just 20 too. "You should be having fun, doing crazy stuff, not playing house with a guy."

"I want to be with Mike," Jen insisted. "I love him."

"Oh god," Allie bemoaned. "Just like you loved Colin, right?" Seeing Jen's scowl, she said "Listen, I'm not saying break up with Mike. But what if it doesn't work out? Won't you regret it? I'm just saying, have fun, enjoy being 20. Hook up with Wesley. He won't say anything, Mike will never find out."

"You don't think cheating is wrong?" Jen scoffed.

"Mike hasn't given you a ring right? Okay, maybe you love him, I don't know. But remember your fling with your history teacher? He cheated, but that didn't mean he didn't love his wife."

When Jen got home later that day, she was surprised to see Sam there. He was at the kitchen table drinking beers with Mike. "Sam, what are you doing here?" she asked after giving him a hug hello.

"I'm taking a summer class, starts tomorrow," Sam said. "Mike said I could crash here a couple days? They're doing work on the frat house, it's uninhabitable for humanoids."

"Of course you can stay here," Jen said with a laugh. Mike and his friends always said things like they were in a science fiction movie.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 04



They decided to go to a pub for beers and burgers. Mike took a shower before going. With Mike not there, Jen asked "Sam, what's the Barnes Fellowship?"

"You know he won the Barnes award right?" Sam said. "It's the Fellowship that goes along with it."

"Is it important?" 

"Yeah, it is," Sam said. "He'd be working with all the big wigs in math and finance, computers, internet security. Mike could pretty much write his ticket."

"Then why doesn't he want to do it?" Jen asked.

Sam eyed her. "It's in Cambridge," he said.

"Near Boston?" Jen said. "That's where I grew up."

"No Jen," Sam said. "The University of Cambridge, in England."

"You know the Barnes Fellowship?" Jen said to Allie the next week. "It's 6 months in England."

"It'll be good for him right?" Allie said immediately, delighted at the prospect of getting her wingman back. "He should do it."

"Allie, stop," Jen said knowing what her friend was thinking. She hated the idea of being apart from Mike for so long.

"It's only 6 months," Allie pointed out. "If you're so much in love, you can last 6 months. Anyway, he'll be home for Christmas right?"

"I guess," Jen said with a shrug, looking unhappy.

"You need to do it Mike," Jen told Mike later that evening. "You can't pass up this opportunity."

"I'm not going," Mike said stubbornly. He wasn't going to leave Jen. He'd found the girl of his dreams, he planned to marry her (although he hadn't brought up marriage yet). Somehow, miraculously, she loved him too. He wasn't going to risk that.

"Mike, baby, it's just 6 months," Jen said rubbing his arm. "We'll see each other at Christmas. It'll be good for your career."

Jen's words stopped Mike in his tracks. His career? Was Jen worried about whether he could get a job after college? But then, her last boyfriend (Colin) was a sure first round NFL draft choice, maybe a top 5 pick. As Colin's wife, she'd be set for life financially. What were his prospects, as a math major? Was Jen worried whether he could support her, provide for her children?

"Maybe I should do it," Mike said hesitantly.

Jen gave him a weak smile. "It won't be that terrible," she said. She didn't want him to go, but she felt like she had no choice. She didn't want Mike to resent her in the future, if he gave up this opportunity to be with her. What really convinced her though was Mike's mother. They'd gotten off to the worst start, with what happened at Crypts. If Mike gave up the Barnes Fellowship for her, what would his mom think? Not good things, Jen was sure of that. Jen hated the idea of Mike being away, but she'd just have to suck it up.

They continued to live together, but with their looming time away from each other, the rest of the summer was bittersweet. Jen was still loving to Mike, even more so as Labor Day approached. But Mike couldn't help feeling something was ending. 

A few days before the start of the school year, they moved Jen's stuff back to the sorority house. Mike planned to bunk with Sam in the frat house the last couple days before flying to England. "What are you doing with the apartment?" Jen asked.

"I'm sub-letting it," Mike said. "His name's Ricky. We were in the same dorm."

The night before his flight, Mike and Jen made love and slept together in the frat house. (Sam crashed with another frat brother to give the couple space.) Jen clinged to Mike all night long and cried herself to sleep. Even though he hated seeing her crying, Mike couldn't help being pleased she was upset at his going. He certainly couldn't stand leaving her.

Jen drove Mike to the airport (she was going to take care of his car while he was away). She cried when she dropped him off, and on the drive home. She already missed Mike. And she hated being alone.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 05



[Continuing Book 1: Cheating. This Part 5 continues the flashback from Part 4.]




The first month apart passed slowly. Mike and Jen emailed and texted constantly, and called each other once a week (it was too expensive to call more often). 

For Mike, being around and working with so many brilliant people at Cambridge was incredibly intellectually stimulating, and he was getting a lot out of it. But he missed Jen desperately, and couldn't shake a nagging insecurity that she would find someone else and break up with him before he got home.

Jen missed Mike terribly. Keeping busy helped. She worked extra hard on her grades, and continued working part time at the women's clinic to earn and save money. Mike had loaned her the money for her tuition that semester. At first she couldn't stand the thought of another person paying her tuition, as she wanted Penn State to be hers. She hadn't wanted Mike (or any other person) to make it his (even partially) by paying. But now that they were so close – a couple – and she trusted him, she didn't mind Mike paying. It was like how he paid for the apartment, and how he always paid when they went out. He was taking care of her, and she liked the feeling of being taken care of. But still, she wanted to make the effort of paying Mike back. 

Later that week Jen went over to Mike's apartment, to get a text book she accidentally left there. She knocked on the door. She didn't know if the guy renting Mike's apartment was home, but she still had a key if he wasn't. 

The door opened and suddenly Jen was looking at a tall muscular guy wearing only a towel around his waist. He clearly just got out of the shower.

"Um, I'm Jennifer Johnson," Jen said. "My boyfriend Mike rented this place to you? I left a book here."

"Oh okay, I'm Ricky," Ricky said moving aside to let Jen in. "Go ahead and get your book."

Jen went into the kitchen to get the book. She'd left it on top of the refrigerator of all places. When she got out Ricky had put on jeans and was pulling on a t-shirt. The t-shirt didn't hide his muscular chest and hard abs, and he wore the jeans well. Jen quickly averted her eyes, realizing she was staring.

"Want a beer?" Ricky asked grinning at her. 

"Kinda early isn't it?" Jen said. It was only 3pm. Had he noticed her staring?

"I just got home from practice," Ricky said with a shrug.

"Oh, um, football?" Jen asked.

"No, baseball," Ricky said. Seeing her questioning look, he grinned and said "Yeah, it's not baseball season but we practice year round. You used to go with Colin right?"

"Used to," Jen said. "How do you know Mike?"

"We were in the same dorm freshman year," Ricky said.

"You're a grad student?" Jen asked.

"No, I'm kind of on the 6 year plan," he said with a laugh. "Or maybe it's 7 years. I got red-shirted, then took a couple years off. You know, grades. I'm technically a junior. Same as you, right? Sure you don't want a beer?" Ricky opened the refrigerator and bent down to get a beer. Jen's eyes followed him, focusing on his ass. He fit those jeans really well.

"Um, no, I better go," Jen sputtered, moving to the door.

"Maybe I'll see you around," Ricky said as he opened his beer. 

"Yeah, maybe," Jen said, feeling flushed. She leaned against the wall outside Mike's apartment. "Wow, he's a hottie," she thought.

Back at the sorority house Jen found a red ribbon taped to her bedroom door. Jen shared a bedroom with Allie, and that was their "I'm with someone" sign (like a clothes hanger). 

Jen rolled her eyes. This happened a few times a week, Allie hooking up with a guy. Her best friend was a nympho, she loved sex. But Jen knew she was just as bad. Back when they were together she was always in bed with Colin, and when they were broken up she had a series of short term boyfriends. The same was true with Mike, over the summer they had sex almost every day (in fact she couldn't remember a day when they didn't).

Jen stared at the red ribbon on the door, missing Mike. She wondered who Allie had in their room. Her thoughts flashed to Ricky, his muscular body damp from the shower, only a towel around his waist. She remembered how his stomach looked, hard and well defined, a patch of curly hair running up from the towel to pass his belly button. 

Jen shook her head to excise these thoughts from her mind. Then she heard moans from the other side of the door, and the banging of the bed against the wall. Allie was getting fucked really hard. 

Jen felt her nipples hardening, her pussy tingling. The problem was, Mike wasn't here. And they still had 5 months to go. Five freaking months! She consoled herself remembering Mike would be home for Christmas. She sighed and took her books to the common room. 

Sometime later Jen heard Allie and her guy coming down the stairs. She went into the adjacent room, not wanting Allie to see her. She couldn't deal with Allie bragging about how good she just got fucked.

Allie walked the guy to the door. Jen saw it was Brian. He was in his contractor clothes: faded jeans, t-shirt and denim jacket, boots. Jen couldn't help thinking he looked really hot, so manly. She looked at Allie. Disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, a contented smile on her face. Allie looked freshly fucked and satisfied, having gotten pounded really hard. Jen couldn't help feeling envious.

Jen's thoughts flashed to Brian's friend Wesley, who fingered her in the pool. Her hand had been in his bathing suit too, and she remembered how big he was. She was certain that boy could fuck her hard, make the bed bang against the wall. Again she shook her head to purge these thoughts from her mind.

Allie kissed Brian goodbye then went back upstairs, probably to take a shower. She heard laughing in the common room as her sorority sisters got home from classes. There was a lot of excited gossiping about boys and dates, new relationships and romances. It was always like that at the sorority house, with many of the sisters studying at Penn State for their MRS degree.

But Jen's guy was in England. She felt lonely. Paradoxically though, she didn't want to be around her sorority sisters.

It was getting dark. She felt like a drink, so she drove Mike's car to the We Are bar. 

The bar was busy with the after work crowd. Jen didn't want to get hit on so she sat at a corner high top away from the action. She flashed her fake ID at the waiter and ordered a lite beer.

As she sipped her beer, to her surprise, she saw Wesley sitting with people across the bar. Jen's cheeks flushed, remembering their flirting and groping in the pool, and her thoughts of him earlier that day. 

Wesley had his arm around an attractive brunette. Jen noticed a diamond ring on the brunette's left hand. Wesley's engaged?

Jen hoped Wesley wouldn't notice her. She didn't want to revisit what happened at the pool. It was a mistake, it was over, done with. But after a while Wesley glanced her way. He gave her a slight smile and nod of recognition. Jen nodded back. To her relief, he didn't come over and talk with her. Jen hurriedly finished her beer and left.

Mike went to a pub for a steak and fries (or as the British called them, chips). People said British cuisine was boring, but Mike was a meat and potatoes guy so it was good with him. He was even getting used to the room temperature beer.

After dinner he went back to his room. During the day he worked with some of the greatest minds on the planet. But at night his existence was mostly solitary. He was lonely, but paradoxically he didn't want to be with anyone. He was shy and introverted, a loner. It was just the way he was.

The sole exception was Jen of course. He missed her a lot.

He got out his computer and opened a folder of Jen pictures. There were a lot, he never tired of taking pictures of her. As he scrolled through the pictures, his heart ached at missing her. He also got hard. It was impossible for him to look at her without getting aroused.

Jennifer Johnson was a beautiful girl. Probably no guy in the world would dispute that. Some men though – men who liked exotic girls, hour glass curvy girls, sultry girls – those guys might not find Jen so irresistibly alluring.

But for Mike, physically, Jen had everything. She was a blonde, and her beautiful face had an innocence to it. Her dancer's body was mostly long shapely legs. Her hips were slim, almost like a boy's, and her ass tight and amazing, Years of dancing and gymnastics had made her body firm and toned, but not muscular. Her small breasts were perfectly shaped, and together with her blonde hair, blue eyes and farm girl innocent face, gave her a young, school girlish barely legal look.

It wasn't just her looks though. Jen had a bubbly, outgoing personality, and she teased and flirted in a charming way without even knowing it. 

Mike opened up a hidden, secure folder. There was one sub-folder there. It was called "Jen with Colin."

Sandusky showed Mike pictures of Jen with Colin, threatening to anonymously post them on the internet if Mike didn't drop the charges against Colin. Mike had immediately agreed, and Sandusky took the photos with him.

Mike had immediately hacked into Penn State's computer system (it was easy, he'd done it before). As he hoped, the pictures were there. He downloaded them and deleted them from the Penn State computers.

Mike took out his cock and stroked himself as he slowly scrolled through the pictures. He didn't know why seeing Jen with another guy turned him on so much. It was like at the football game, and the 4th of July party. It made him upset and jealous, but turned him on to distraction. 

Mike got to the last picture in the folder. It was his favorite one, the picture that turned him on the most. It showed Jen with Colin's spunk all over her pretty face and hair. What really got his blood boiling – what made his head spin – was the date in the lower right corner. It showed Jen had been with Colin, had sex with him, after they started dating. Jen had cheated on him! With that thought Mike came.

Mike panted as he came down from his orgasm. He cleaned himself and closed his computer. With his lust sated, Mike felt regretful and wondered about himself. Why did Jen with another guy turn him on so much?

Had Jen cheated on him? Mike was glad she'd brought it up the other day. Honestly he didn't care if technically she cheated or not. He was just glad she wasn't keeping secrets from him, and that she was his.

A couple days later Jen got a call on her cell phone. She looked at the caller id. It was Wesley! How did he have her number, and more importantly, how did he get programmed into her phone? Jen thought about ignoring his call, but her curiosity got the better of her and she answered.

"Hello?" she said hesitantly.

"Hey it's Wesley, remember me?"

"Um, yeah, sure," Jen said. "Um, how did you get programmed into my phone?"

"I don't know, you're programmed in my phone too," Wesley said with a laugh. "We were pretty drunk at the 4th of July party, we must've called each other."

"I guess," Jen said with a laugh. Now that he said it she sort of vaguely remembered. "So what's up?"

"The other night at the bar," Wesley said cautiously. "I wanted to thank you for, you know, not saying anything."

"Um, sure," Jen said. She gave an embarrassed laugh and said "I guess I was really drunk."

"Yeah, me too," Wesley said with a laugh back.

"So, um, the girl at the bar ---."

"She's my fiancée," Wesley said. "Stephanie."

"Oh, cool," Jen said. "When's the wedding?"

"No date yet," Wesley said. "Steph's got another year of residency in Philly. Probably after that."

"She's a doctor?"

"Yeah, I lucked out," Wesley said with a proud grin in his voice. "Beauty and brains.'

"Yeah, you did luck out," Jen joked with a laugh.

"Hey, so you're a marketing major right?" Wesley said. "I can show you around the Hershey marketing department. Introduce you around. We're interviewing for next summer internships. Good experience, and pays pretty good."

"Really?" Jen said suddenly interested. A marketing internship on her resume would definitely help her job search after graduation. "When?" she asked excitedly.

"How about next week?" Wesley said with a laugh.

On Saturday Jen excitedly called Mike for their weekly phone call. They caught up and said the things lovers said to each other. Jen enthusiastically said "This week I'm touring the Hershey marketing department." She added excitedly, "They might give me a summer internship. And Professor Ambrose is giving me extra credit for the visit."

"That's so great baby," Mike gushed. "How'd you set that up?"

"Um, you know that guy from Tony's 4th of July party, Wesley? I ran into him at the We Are bar," Jen said awkwardly. She quickly added "He was with his fiancée Stephanie."

"Oh he's engaged?" Mike said. "What's Stephanie like?"

"Um, I didn't actually meet her," Jen said. "She's studying to be a doctor. She's doing residency in Philadelphia."

All of a sudden Jen realized how bad it sounded. Spending the day with a guy she'd flirted outrageously with. Her boyfriend in England, his fiancée in Philly. At the time she didn't think of it that way, but now saying it she realized it sounded bad. 

She waited for Mike to explode. To tell her how stupid she was. Colin was like that. He was always calling her naïve and stupid, treating her like a silly dumb blonde. 

To her surprise, Mike encouraged her. He said enthusiastically "That sounds great baby. You'll be able to network. It'll really help your resume."

Jen grinned and beamed into the phone. "That's what I thought," she said. She teased "Great minds think a like I guess." Jen still wasn't used to the differences between Mike and Colin. Colin would have derided and demeaned her. Mike was so different. He always encouraged her, always saw the positives, always made her feel good about herself. She felt aglow, she practically wanted to hug the phone.

"Um, have you checked your email?" Jen asked with a mischievous grin on her face. "I sent you something."

"You did?" Mike asked. He checked his email. Yes, there was an email from Jen there. She sent it about a half hour ago, just before she called. The email had a big zip file.

"Open it," Jen said with a giggle.

Mike opened the zip file. There were about a dozen pictures there. His eyes grew wide as he scrolled through them. They were pictures of Jen in a ballet costume, a leotard, tutu and white tights.

"I found them the other day," Jen explained with another giggle, referring to the outfit. "From the ballet recital you liked so much." Allie had taken the pictures, the entire time rolling her eyes and pretending to throw up.

"Yeah," Mike said his throat going dry.

"You like?" Jen asked. "There are a couple really leggy ones. I thought you'd like those."

"Yeah," Mike said again as he studied the pictures, the one word coming out like a moan. All of them (not just 2) showed Jen's incredible long legs, in white tights.

"I really miss you baby, I can't wait for Christmas," Jen said opening her heart to him.

"Me too," Mike said. He nervously asked "Jen, do you think I'm weird ... so into your legs?"

"God you're silly. I love it," Jen said with a giggle. "I'd rather you looking at pictures of me, than other girls." She hesitantly asked, "Will you, you know, have fun with them?"

"Yes, definitely," Mike admitted with a laugh.

"Well good, I want you to have fun," Jen said grinning into the phone. "I'll send you more. You look at my pictures mister, okay? Not other girls."

"You're the only girl I want," Mike said honestly.

"Good, that's how it should be," Jen said teasingly.

Later that week Jen drove the 2 hours from State College to Hershey. She dressed in her "interview" dress. It was the most expensive dress she owned, a designer "little black dress" she bought from a second hand consignment store. She also wore pantyhose and high heels. Knowing she rarely dressed this nice, she took a selfie and emailed it to Mike. In the email she wrote "For your collection  I heart you. Your baby forever."

Wesley gave her the grand tour, introducing her to everyone. He let Jen sit in on strategy meetings, and even encouraged her input. 

"My god that was so freaking amazing!" Jen gushed at the end of the day. "Thank you so much!"

"I think you got the internship, you made a big impression on my boss," Wesley said with a grin.

"Seriously?" Jen said her eyes going wide. "God thank you!"

"Come on, we'll get you checked in, then get a drink," Wesley said with a laugh. Wesley had set Jen up with a complimentary room at the "Chocolate Lodge," down the hill from Hotel Hershey. It was Hershey's dormitory for foreign kids who worked at Hershey Park during the summer. No frills, but clean and free, so Jen wasn't complaining.

After getting Jen checked in, Wesley took her to Houlihan's at the corner of Chocolate and Park not too far away. It was the best place for live music and craft beers, especially during the off-season. Some of Wesley's friends from the marketing department joined them. Jen had a great time drinking beer, listening to the band and laughing and talking with Wesley and his friends.

"So where did you meet Stephanie?" Jen asked Wesley as the bartender served her another beer. "Give me all the details," she added with a giggle as she crossed her legs. "You know girls, we can never get enough romance stories."

"There's not much to tell," Wesley said, glancing at Jen's exposed thighs. "We met in a bar," he said with a laugh. "I just graduated from Penn State, she was in med school. The rest is history, we've been together since, going on 4 years."

"And now you're getting married," Jen said grinning at him.

"Yeah," Wesley said smiling back.

"Kinda like Mike and me," Jen said. She was tipsy and slurring her words a little.

"So you guys are serious?" 

"Oh definitely," Jen said. "I'm gonna marry him." She gave a surprised laugh, realizing what she just said. She and Mike hadn't mentioned the M word yet. She hadn't thought of their relationship in those terms, until that moment. After all, they hadn't been going together even a year yet, and she was only 20, a college junior. Yet, having said it out loud, she knew in her heart she would someday be Mrs. Michael Andrews.

"Sounds like we both have happy endings," Wesley said grinning at her. He offered his Dogfish Head beer bottle. "Here's to happily ever afters."

Jen clinked her Corona Lite bottle against his. "Happily ever afters," she said grinning back at him.

"By the way, my good friends call me Wes," Wesley said.

"So I'm a good friend? I'm flattered," Jen teased.

"You should be," Wesley said with a laugh. He glanced down at her legs again, liking what he saw.

Jen noticed Wes looking at her legs, but pretended not to. Okay, she was teasing him a little bit, not fixing her skirt as it rode up her thighs. But it was the most harmless kind of flirting. He was in a serious relationship with someone else, and so was she. She could flirt and tease a little bit and not worry about it. And anyway, Wes was gorgeous! It boosted her ego having a hunky guy like him checking her out.

One of Wesley's friends ordered Kamikaze shots. "Oh god I've already had too much," Jen lamented cautiously eyeing the shot in front of her.

"Oh come on, this is a family resort right?" Wesley joked.

"God really?" Jen said laughing at his joke. "Okay, whatever." Everyone at the table clinked their shot glasses and tossed it down, including Jen.

"Oh god," Jen said wavering in her bar stool.

Wesley quickly put his hand on her back to steady her. "Are you okay?" he asked concerned.

"Yeah, just keep your hand there a second," Jen said. She looked at him in the eye as she put her hand on his, keeping his hand there. His hand was right above her ass. 




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"Better?" Wesley asked, his fingers moving slightly like a caress, edging downward.

"Yeah, I feel better now," Jen said when his hand got to her ass. She looked away from him and pulled her hand off his. She started talking to one of his friends. Wesley got the message and pulled his hand away.

The group's laughing and talking continued for a while, then someone ordered another round of Kamikaze shots. This time Jen just laughed, giving into it. She knew she was getting drunk, but she was having fun with new friends, and anyway she didn't have classes tomorrow until the afternoon. They all clinked glasses and downed their shots.

This shot really hit Jen. She closed her eyes and leaned forward, holding onto the table for support. 

"Are you okay?" Wesley asked, putting his hand on her again, on her ass. When Jen didn't say anything he began to openly caress her. (Jen's back was to the wall so no one at the table could see what he was doing.) "Are you okay?" he repeated.

Jen looked at him, her faced flushed, her heart beating wildly. "You better stop that," she whispered to him, so low only he could here. Wesley took his hand away.

They talked a little more, then Jen said to Wesley "Can you take me home? I think I'm gonna be sick." Jen's face looked green!

They said hurried goodbyes, then Wesley guided her to his car. Halfway there Jen suddenly bent over and threw up. Wesley had been through this with other girls (with Stephanie and others), so he immediately pulled Jen's hair up to keep the vomit from getting in her hair.

Jen felt better after throwing up, but she was mortified. She hated throwing up, she hated how it felt, she hated the taste, she hated everything about it, it was the most disgusting thing in the world, and she especially hated throwing up in front of Wes. Wesley assured her everything was cool, it happened to everyone. But Jen was horribly embarrassed. In his car she weakly said "Can you take me home?"

Inside her room she immediately went to brush her teeth. She brushed her teeth twice, and used mouth wash too. She studied herself in the mirror. Luckily none of the vomit got in her hair or on her dress. 

Jen emerged from the bathroom looking sheepish. "Sorry about that," she said. "Thanks for holding up my hair."

"No worries, it happens to everyone," Wesley assured her. "How do you feel?"

"Better," Jen said. She did feel better too. She was still tipsy and lightheaded, but in a good kind of way. Throwing up made her stomach feel a million times better.

"That's good," Wesley said. He grinned at her and took a small zip lock bag from his pocket. "Ready to party more?"

"Oh my god, is that weed?" Jen asked with an incredulous smile. 

"You said you're feeling better right?" Wesley said grinning at her. He rolled a joint. Then putting it between his lips, he lit it with a lighter and inhaled deeply, holding the sweet smoke in his lungs. He finally blew out the smoke. With a laugh he said "That's really good shit." He handed the joint to Jen.

Jen hesitantly took the joint. "It's been so long since I've been high," she said with a weak smile. In fact, she hadn't gotten high since getting serious with Mike. They'd never talked about it, but she knew he frowned at drugs, even harmless recreational ones like pot. They'd been inseparable so she never had a chance to get high (even though in her circle of friends drugs were everywhere; not just weed but coke too), and during those times when she wasn't with Mike she didn't get high because she knew he wouldn't approve.

But Jen was still tipsy and the joint was sooo tempting. She liked getting high, it was harmless and felt great. Also she felt a lot better after getting sick earlier.

"What the fuck," Jen thought to herself. As Wesley had done a moment ago, Jen put the joint to her lips and inhaled deeply. She tried to hold the smoke in her lungs but then she coughed it out. "God I'm out of practice," she laughed, her eyes tearing up a little. 

She immediately felt the effects of the joint, a feeling of euphoria, lightheadedness, contentment. "God that is good shit," she said with another laugh.

They sat on the floor of Jen's room, laughing and talking as they smoked the joint. They finished the first one and Wesley rolled another. He ran to his car to retrieve a six-pack so they sipped beers as they talked and got high from the marijuana. 

Wesley showed Jen pictures of Stephanie on his iPhone. She was pretty, if a little mousey and overweight. She wondered how a gorgeous guy like Wesley ended up with a cute but kinda plain looking girl like Steph. But then, people might be saying the same things about her and Mike. And to her, Mike was the most attractive man on the planet, if you considered both his insides and his outsides.

Then Jen showed Wesley pictures of Mike on her iPhone. They'd met at the pool party, but only briefly. "He's, I don't know ... he's my everything," Jen gushed as they looked at a picture of Mike.

"He completes you, like Jerry Maguire, right?" Wesley said referring to the old Tom Cruise movie.

"Yeah, like that," Jen said, appreciative that Wesley got it.

"That's just like me and Steph," Wesley said. "Happily ever afters, right?" he said with a big grin, offering his bottle.

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh, clinking his bottle with hers. She leaned her head back on the bed and closed her eyes. "God I'm so high. And drunk too."

Wesley chuckled as he continued playing with her iPhone. "What's this?" he asked.

Jen opened her eyes. Seeing him with her iPhone, she said "Hey, what are you, a stalker?" She said it with a smile in her voice though. 

She leaned towards him and looked at her iPhone screen. "Oh," she said as she saw what he was looking at. A smile came to her face. Feeling drunk, high and flirty, she said "That's my strip tease playlist."

"Seriously?" Wesley said with a laugh. He opened the playlist. It had songs like Pony, Buttons, She's Always In My Hair, Cream and Nice & Slow. "So you strip for Mike?"

"Not yet, we're still kinda getting to know each other," Jen said.

"Still getting to know each other, and you already know you want to marry him?" Wesley asked with a raised eyebrow. 

Jen gave him a "that's how it is" shrug and smile.

Wesley picked one of the songs. She's Always In My Hair began playing. "So give me a dance," he said grinning at her. 

"Yeah right," Jen said, smiling and rolling her eyes. 

Wesley looked her up and down. He'd been stealing glances at her all night long. She was still in her little black dress and high heels. Sitting on the floor, her dressed had hiked up, and she was showing a lot of leg. She'd noticed him looking, but as before, she pretended not to. She also hadn't fixed her skirt. On purpose. Let him look, she enjoyed teasing and flirting a little.

"So dance for me," he said grinning at her. "Just this song."

"Not in this lifetime Wes," Jen said with a laugh.

"So who'd you strip for?" 

"Colin," Jen said. She shrugged and said "We went out forever. Too long."

"But you liked stripping for him?" 

"Wes, this is getting kinda personal," she said in a chastising tone.

"Sorry," Wesley said, winching at her rebuke. He looked deflated.

Jen felt bad at his reaction. He'd been so nice to her today at Hershey and at the bar with his friends, and she liked him. Throwing him a bone she said "Yeah, I liked stripping for Colin."

"You took it all off?" 

"It's a strip tease," Jen said with a laugh, as if saying "hello!"

"Steph would never do a strip tease for me," Wesley lamented. "She's way too serious, career oriented."

"Sorry," Jen said. "You love her though right?"

"Yeah, of course," Wesley said a little too mechanically, as if giving the expected answer. He gave a resigned laugh as he said "Love doesn't mean good sex though."

"Um, Wes, TMI," Jen said awkwardly.

Wesley took a big drink of his beer. Then he said "How's your sex with Mike? I mean, compared to Colin?"

"I don't know ..." Jen began, feeling uncomfortable comparing Mike to her old boyfriend.

"But you know what I mean, right?" Wesley guessed having seen Mike. "Love doesn't mean good sex."

"Wes you're drunk," Jen said.

"You got that right," Wesley said with a laugh, taking another drink of his beer. He looked again at Jen's legs. She was exposed passed her mid-thigh. "So nice," he said putting his hand on her knee.

"Wes, don't."

Wesley took his hand off her knee but leaned in close so their faces almost touched. "You're really beautiful," he said looking into her eyes.

"Wes --."

Wesley kissed Jen. At first Jen kissed him back. Then she pushed him away. "I'm with Mike," she protested. "Think of Steph."

"I will," Wesley said. "But not right now." He kissed Jen again. This time Jen didn't push him away. She opened her lips, and let him slip his tongue into her mouth. She caressed his tongue with hers. She didn't stop him when his hands went to her breasts.

They urgently undressed each other. He pulled down her zipper and she unbuttoned his shirt. Wesley finished taking off his shirt as Jen worked on his belt buckle and pants. Within moments they were making out on the bed. Wesley was completely naked. Jen's dress was bunched around her waist, and she still wore her bra, thong and pantyhose.

Wesley worked his lips down Jen's neck, to her tits. He pushed up her bra. "Ugh god," Jen moaned as he sucked her nipple hard into his mouth.

She reached down and felt his manhood. He was hard. And so big. So gloriously big.

Inflamed by Jen's hand on his cock, Wesley moved up the bed, to her face. "Come on, do it," he urged pulling her head to his cock. Jen opened her lips and then he was inside her mouth.

Jen almost gagged as he pushed down her throat. But she didn't push him away. She reveled in the submissiveness of a big cock forced into her mouth, of being forced to go down on a guy. Wesley fucked her face. Jen teared up at the abuse she was taking, but still her nipples were rock hard and her pussy craved him.

Wesley felt heady with lust as he fucked Jen's cover-girl pretty face. But he didn't want to cum that way. He pulled out and then moved back down to her legs. He curved his fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled it down, as the say time pulling off her thong panties. Jen raised her hips to help him. Now she was naked too, except for her dress still bunched around her waist.

Wesley got on top of her, his cock pressing against her pussy lips. He kissed her, thrusting his tongue into her mouth. Jen kissed him back, running her hands over his muscular arms and back.

Wesley reached down between them. Taking hold of his cock, he guided it to her opening. Digging his feet into the mattress, he pushed hard inside of her. This wasn't making love, it was fucking, and at that moment he didn't care if it hurt. He wanted to be inside her!

Jen cried out at the penetration. "Fuck you're tight!" Wesley growled.

Wesley thrust again, and again. Each time he pushed more of his cock inside Jen's pussy. "Ugh! Ugh!" Jen cried with each thrust. 

When he was mostly in – still a couple inches outside – he began moving in and out, fucking her, starting slow and then ramming her hard. Jen grunted and held onto his arms for dear life, her nails digging into him.

After about a minute Wesley rolled her onto her elbows and knees, not asking, just doing it. He put one hand on her back, just below her neck, and shoved her face into the pillow. Then he fucked her like a slutty dog, pounding her so hard and fast he practically rammed her through the mattress.

Jen came for the first time in that position. It'd been her favorite position with Colin, and she'd forgotten (or suppressed) how much she loved it. How much she loved being taken, used, treated like a slut! Her body shuddered with a massive toe curling orgasm. Other than a brief feeling of satisfaction – knowing he just made her cum – Wesley kept pounding her, relentlessly fucking her through her orgasm.

Wesley had incredible stamina, fucking her hard for another 15 minutes without cumming (part of that was the weed and alcohol). "Yeah Wes, Wes, Wes," Jen moaned, saying his name over and over. She climaxed again before Wesley finally came, shooting a huge load inside her. Jen's orgasm was even more intense than the first one. 

Wesley pulled out and collapsed onto his back next to her. He pulled her into his arms. As he did, his cock slid across her dress (still bunched around her waist), coating it with their combined juices. 

They panted into each other's face, kissing. Then, moments later, they both passed out.

When Jen finally awoke the next day, the sun was already out and well above the horizon, signaling it was mid-morning. At first Jen was disoriented, not knowing where she was. Then she turned and saw Wesley sleeping naked beside her. "Fuck," she groaned as the memories of last night hit her.

Wesley woke up, opening his eyes. "Hey," he said smiling at her.

"God I can't believe this happened," Jen said scrambling to get out of bed.

"Hey, hold on, it's okay," Wesley said, putting his arm around her.

"Wes, stop," Jen said, pushing his arm away and getting out of bed. "This never happened, okay?"

"I won't say anything Jen," Wesley assured her. "I've got a fiancée, remember?"

"Yeah, okay," Jen said feeling stupid. Still she got out of the bed. Her dress was still around her waist. She pushed it down her legs. She noticed cum stains all over it. 

"I've got to drive home," she told him. "I've got class."

"Jen wait," Wesley said grabbing her hand. "Let's talk about it."

"What's there to talk about? This was a huge freaking mistake," Jen said, deriding herself as much as Wesley. 

Wesley looked her up and down. God she was so pretty, especially with her long tussled blonde hair. Her ass and legs were to die for. He looked at her pussy. In the light of day, he saw she was completely bare except for a tiny patch of trimmed blonde hair above her clit. Her pussy lips were red and swollen. And there were dried patches of cum around her pussy and upper thighs. His cum. His cock began hardening.

"This was a one-time thing," Jen continued. "It'll never happen again." She got up and went into the shower. 

Jen leaned her head against the shower wall as the hot water sprayed her. She felt guilt, regret. She'd so fucked up. She realized though she felt weak kneed. Her pussy ached from last night's pounding. Wes had fucked her really hard. When was the last time she got fucked so hard? When was the last time she came so hard?

At that moment the shower curtain opened. Wesley stood there. He didn't say anything but there was lust on his face as he looked her up and down.

Jen looked at him too. At this handsome face, his broad shoulders. At his well-defined abs. At his large cock, already so hard. At the pubic hair around his wonderful cock and running up his stomach to his belly button. She felt weak at the sight of him.

It was like an out of body experience. Jen found herself reaching for his hand. Wesley stepped into the shower and they kissed. Their kiss quickly became urgent making out, fondling each other. Wesley spun her around and pushed her face against the ceramic wall. Jen was forced onto her tiptoes as he rammed his cock into her pussy. Jen moaned his name over and over again as he fucked her hard, rough and fast like last night. She screamed as she came all over his cock. This time he came soon after, depositing another load deep inside her pussy.

"Please," Jen panted as she came down from her orgasm. "I need to get ready."

Wesley pulled out. It was like a long thick python sliding out of her pussy. He kissed her neck, her back, then stepped out of the shower to give her space.

Jen collapsed to the shower floor, not able to stand after the hard fucking and intense orgasm Wes just gave her. She was still panting, her body still tingling from their morning sex.

A few minutes later she emerged from the shower, a towel around her. Wesley was still in bed, waiting. He'd pulled his pants on.

Jen eyed him only briefly. She grabbed her bag and went back into the bathroom. Behind the closed door, she quickly dressed. Panties, tights, bra. Jeans and loose blouse. Sneakers. She put her damp hair in a pony tail and didn't bother with make up.

She emerged again from the bathroom. Not saying anything to Wesley, she stuffed her dress, lingerie, and high heels from last night into her bag. 

Wesley looked at her as she got her things together. Even dressed casually without any makeup, she was so beautiful, and so sexy.

Jen finally looked at him, bag around her shoulder, ready to go. She didn't know what to say. 

Wesley helped by saying "So I'll see you."

"Yeah, see you," Jen said back. Impulsively she gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Wesley was smart enough not to try to make it into something more. Then Jen hurried from the room.

As Jen drove back to State College her mind was numb. Part of it was being hung over from last night. But most of it was what she'd done. 

She'd cheated on Mike. On the man she loved. Her wonderful, loving, sweet Mike. She cheated on him.

Outside State College she stopped at a dry cleaners. She needed to clean her dress, but she couldn't risk running into someone she knew seeing her carry in a dress reeking of sex. 

A short, middle aged Asian woman was behind the counter. As she took the dress, there was no way she couldn't notice the dried cum stains, they were all over. With a sparkle in her eye, the Asian woman gave Jen a knowing grin.

Jen couldn't help smiling back. It was like she was saying, "Yeah, I got fucked really good last night."

As Jen drove the last miles to the sorority house, her spirits lifted someone. Yes, okay, she fucked up. But people make mistakes sometimes. Mike was in England, he would never find out. She didn't have to worry about Wes saying anything. It would all be okay, she needed to calm down.

That afternoon after class, Mike called. That surprised Jen, because they usually only talked on the phone on Saturdays. "Hi baby, is everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," he said cheerfully. "I just wanted to see how your interview went yesterday at Hershey."

"It wasn't really an interview," Jen said. "More like a tour."

"What about the summer internship?"

"I might get it!" Jen said suddenly remembering and getting excited. "I met the marketing manager. I guess he liked me." Jen made a point not to mention Wes or how amazing he was in introducing her to everyone.

"That's great baby!" Mike said. "I called the chair of my dissertation committee. He told me I can do my research anywhere. So if you get the job, I can spend next summer with you in Hershey."

"Oh, um ... that's great honey," Jen said hesitantly. She immediately cursed herself. Why did she hesitate?!

"Is that okay?" he asked. Jen could hear the frown in his voice. Why the fuck did she hesitate?!

"Of course baby," Jen said immediately. She tried to sound extra happy, but she feared it made her sound fake. 

"I guess we'll see if you get it," Mike said sounding bothered. "Thanks for the picture. You looked amazing in that dress."

"I bet you liked the high heels too, right?" Jen said with a giggle, trying to recover.

"Yeah," Mike admitted with a laugh.

"I'll wear the dress for you at Christmas," she promised.

"The black high heels too, right?" he said grinning into the phone.

"You know it mister," Jen said with a giggle.

"Did you have fun with Wesley yesterday?" he asked abruptly. "You spent the night, right?"

Jen was caught off guard by his abrupt change of subject. But she quickly recovered, having already thought through her answers. "He introduced me around," she said nonchalantly, trying to make it sound like she barely saw Wes. "After I got a beer with some Hershey people. Then I went to the dorm."




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"Oh okay," Mike said. With a "you can tell me" grin in his voice he asked "No late night partying?"

"No baby, I had to get back for class," she lied. 

Jen looked at the phone after hanging up with Mike. Why had she hesitated about Mike spending the summer with her in Hershey?

As Jen questioned himself, Mike stared at his computer screen. At the picture of Jen in the "little black dress" and high heels, the outfit she wore during her day with Wesley. He thought of Jen spending the entire summer around Wesley. He opened the "Jen with Colin" directory and beat off as he scrolled through the pictures.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 06



Continuing Book 1: Cheating. This Part 6 continues the flashback from Part 5.

*****

"What's with you?" Allie asked the following Saturday.

"What?" Jen said.

"You've got a bounce in your step today," Allie pointed out. She added with a teasing grin, "Getting over Mike?"

"I'm not getting over Mike," Jen said frowning at Allie. "I don't know. Maybe I'm adjusting to him being away." Jen had decided not to tell Allie about Wes. She didn't want to deal with Allie's "I told you so" attitude or how that proved Mike wasn't the guy for her. But was she more chipper lately? Maybe she was, the after effects of getting fucked really good.

"I'm going out with Brian tonight," Allie said. "What to come? I think his friend Wesley might be there."

Jen paused just a moment at hearing Wes was in town. "Allie stop trying to set me up with Wes," she snapped. "I'm with Mike, okay? And isn't Wes engaged?"

"He's engaged? How do you know?" Allie asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Um, I don't know," Jen said, chastising herself for the slip. "I guess at the pool party."

"Okay, well ... I'm not being cupid, we're just going clubbing."

Jen shook her head no. "I'm not feeling it," she said. "And I'm calling Mike later." It was their regular Saturday call.

"Whatever," Allie said rolling her eyes at the love birds talk.

The next day Jen got a call from Wesley. Before answering she moved from the common room (where it was crowded) to an empty room down the hall. "Hey," she whispered into the phone.

"I missed you last night," Wesley said.

"You really thought I'd be there?" Jen asked incredulously.

"I guess not," Wesley said with a laugh. "What are you doing?"

"Studying," Jen said. "Eating popcorn and watching movies. Kinda both."

"Multi-tasking huh?" he joked. "Want to get together?" 

"Are you serious?" she asked with that incredulous voice again. "Wes that was a one-time thing, a mistake."

"I just want to talk."

"Yeah right."

"Come on," Wesley urged her. "I'm at the Sheraton."

"Maureen works there," Jen said shaking her head. "My sorority sister. She knows Mike."

"Okay, how about the Hilton?" Wesley suggested, thinking fast. The Hilton was a few miles from campus. 

"I thought you said just talk," Jen said noticing he only suggested hotels.

"The Hilton has a bar," Wesley pointed out, acting innocent.

After a few moments of hesitation, Jen asked "... is Brian with you?"

"He left this morning."

"You didn't say anything, did you?" Jen asked. "I don't want Allie to find out."

"Of course not," Wesley promised. He knew how to keep a secret, even from his best friend Brian. "Brian's friends with Steph, I'm not telling him anything. So how about it?"

Jen hesitated again. "... okay," she finally said.

"This is wrong, I shouldn't be here," Jen said later at the Hilton bar, looking nervously around the room. It was unlikely anyone she knew would be here, but still. She looked at Wesley. "What do you want to talk about?"

"I want to make you feel better about what we did," Wesley said. "Look Jen, you love Mike, I love Steph. What we did didn't change that. It was just sex."

"So it's okay to cheat?" Jen said scornfully, her anger at herself as much as Wesley.

"Mike and Steph will never find out," Wesley said with a shrug. "No one gets hurt."

Jen studied him, suddenly understanding. "You've done this before," she said. "Cheated on Steph."

"I love Steph, we're getting married," he pointed out.

"But I'm not the first."

"You're special Jen," Wesley assured her.

"I'm not looking for compliments," Jen said irritably. "I want to know. You've cheated on Steph before."

Wesley paused, then shrugged. "Yeah, but why's it matter?" he said. "I love Steph. But sometimes I need more."

"Fuck," Jen whispered, looking over Wesley's shoulder and retreating into the dark shadows of the bar. 

"What?" Wesley said looking over his shoulder to follow Jen's eyes.

"It's okay," Jen said relief in her voice. "I thought I saw someone."

"Would you feel better going up to my room?" Wesley asked. "Just to talk," he assured her.

Jen hesitated again, then said "Okay."

"So you were saying?" Jen asked a few minutes later in Wesley's room, as he handed her a Corona Light with a lime. Wesley was drinking a Blue Moon.

"It's just sex," Wesley said sitting on the edge of the bed. Jen sat in a chair across from him. "It doesn't affect my feelings for Steph. If anything it makes us closer."

"Oh really, how?" Jen said giving him a "you're full of shit" look.

"It makes me appreciate Steph more," he said. "When we're together, she gets all my attention. It makes us closer." 

Jen slowly nodded. She sorta got that. "Aren't you afraid you'll get caught?"

"I don't do it that much, I'm not an addict," Wesley joked. Getting more serious, he said "Steph's in Philly, I'm in Hershey. My lovers are ... I try to find lovers who are in relationships."

"So they won't say anything," Jen said understanding.

"And no emotions," Wesley said. "My lovers are friends, but no one's looking for anything but sex." Wesley pulled the plastic baggie of weed from his pocket. "Want a hit?"

"That's your plan huh?" Jen scoffed. "Get me high, then fuck me. Like last time."

"Is that what you think Jen, that I forced you?" he said frowning.

Jen looked down at her feet. "No," she admitted in a soft, quiet voice.

Wesley shrugged. He rolled a joint, lit it and then took a long drag. As he held the smoke in his lungs he offered the joint to Jen.

Jen looked at the offered joint for a few moments. "What the fuck," she thought to herself. She got up and took the joint from Wesley. Sitting on the bed next to him with one leg under her, she took a long drag.

They sipped their beers as they shared the joint, not saying anything. Wesley put his hand on Jen's thigh.

"So you want to add me to your harem?" Jen said looking at him. She didn't make him take his hand off her leg.

"It's not like that Jen," Wesley assured her. "I like you a lot. We have a lot of fun together." Wesley noticed she didn't push his hand away. He began caressing her.

Jen looked at his hand. Both watching and feeling him caress her. She looked at him. He was so gorgeous. She remembered the feel of his hard, chiseled body pressed against her. She remembered the feel of his gloriously big cock inside her. Her breathing got heavier, her nipples hardened, her pussy tingled. She got her cum face on. "I'm such a fuck up," she said deridingly in a low voice.

"What?" Wesley said not hearing her.

She looked at him again. "Mike will be home in a few months," she said.

"I'll be history then," Wesley promised. "I won't bother you. I won't call. You'll never see me again. Unless you want to."

"I won't want to," she told him firmly.

"I understand," Wesley said. "I'm good with that."

Jen nodded. She gulped down the rest of the Coors Lite, as much for the liquid courage as to buy time to change her mind. But when the bottle was empty she hadn't changed her mind. She wanted him. Her heart belonged to Mike, but her body wanted Wes.

Jen put the empty bottle aside. "Just sex, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, just sex," Wesley assured her, his breathing getting hard too as he realized this was going to happen.

Jen slid to the floor, onto her knees. She worked on his belt and zipper, then pulled down his pants. Wesley helped her by taking off his shirt.

Jen felt dizzy with lust as she looked at the huge tent in his boxers. She wanted him in her mouth again. She realized that desire - that longing - had been there since their first time together. She missed that, having something so big in her mouth.

She pulled down his boxers. "You're so big," she said as in awe, her eyes focused on his cock. She realized what she said and giggled. "Sorry, size queen alert," she joked.

"That's okay," Wesley said with a grin. He leaned back on his elbows and watched her looking at him. He was proud of his body, he worked hard to stay hard. He was especially proud of his cock. He knew how to use it too, as far as he knew his lovers (and Steph of course) had no complaints.

Jen blushed realizing she was practically ogling him. But if was going to do it, she was going to enjoy it! Wesley's body was so hot! She especially liked his chiseled chest and hard abs. 

She ran her fingertips over the hard ridges of his six pack abs. "Did you play sports?" she asked. 

"Yeah, lacrosse, in high school and Penn State," Wesley said.

"Oh okay," she said her nipples getting even harder. Athletes turned her on. She'd never fucked a lacrosse player before. She continued tracing his well-defined chest with her fingertips.

"That feels good," he said. Jen smiled at him. "Did you play sports?" he asked.

"Gymnastics, in high school," she answered. "I made states in the balance beam." Knowing her accomplishments weren't nearly as impressive as his, she quickly added "I compete on the Penn State club team."

"That's cool," he said smiling at her. "I'd like to watch you sometime."

Jen's thoughts flashed to Mike. He loved watching her meets. "That's probably not a good idea," she said.

"Don't worry, I'll stay in the background," Wesley assured her.

"It's not that," Jen said. That was Mike's thing, watching her compete in meets, she didn't want to betray him more by letting Wesley into that part of her life. "It'd just be better if you didn't," she said.

"Okay," he assured her with a "no worries" shrug.

Jen didn't want to think about Mike, certainly not at that moment. Brushing her long blonde hair to the side, she lowered her head and took Wesley into her mouth.

It took both hands to hold him, and she had to open her mouth wide to swallow just a couple inches. God he was big. He definitely passed the hands/toilet paper roll tests. He was probably just as big as Colin.

Jen took him out of her mouth, giving up on that for the moment. Instead, she licked up and down his shaft. As she did she gently caressed his tight ball sack. Then she switched, licking his balls while stroking his shaft. 

Wesley's breathing got heavier as he watched and felt Jen pleasuring, practically adoring, his cock. After a while he grabbed the back of her head and brought her lips back to his cock head. "Come on, you're teasing me," he said, pushing her head down.

"I can't take it all," Jen said, holding back.

"Try," he said, again pushing her head down. 

Jen opened her lips wide and took a couple inches into her mouth. Wesley pushed harder. "You can do it," he said as his cockhead edged towards her throat.

Jen's eyes teared up and her nostrils flared as Wesley forced more of his cock into her mouth. But her head spun with lust as he pushed harder on the back of her head. She loved this, being forced, a man taking what he wanted, controlling her. 

Jen gagged when his cock hit her throat. She pulled away, gasping for air. Her lips and chin were wet with spit.

"You can do it," Wesley said, forcing her face down onto his cock again. Wesley could tell Jen liked it rough. That was okay with him, he liked it that way too.

As if to test his theory, reached down and squeezed Jen's tit hard, pinching her nipple through her t-shirt and bra. Jen winched but didn't pull away, and her brief sound of pain sounded like a moan. Of course it was hard to tell with his cock stuffed in her mouth.

"Ok come on," Wesley said, lifting Jen up like a rag doll and throwing her onto the bed. Her lips and chin were wet with spit, but she didn't seem to notice, she had a major cum face on and was lost in lust. He tore off her clothes and then unfinished dressing himself. 

On her back, Jen opened her legs for him, her knees bend, the soles of her feet flat on the bed. It gave him the perfect view of her pussy. She was completely bare, except for a small trimmed patch right above her clit. Her pussy was beautiful, just like the rest of her. Her pussy lips were thin, a shade darker than the surrounding skin and pressed tight together. So innocent and sweet looking. But he knew her pussy wasn't going to look so sweet after he got done with her.

He was quickly learning something about Jen. Although she was beautiful and had the look of a sweet innocent girl, she had the desires of a slut, she loved getting fucked hard and rough. The combination was intoxicating!

Wesley didn't bother with missionary. He spun her onto her elbows and knees and mounted her that way. Like before she was tight, but knowing she liked it rough he kept pushing until he was balls deep. Then he fucked her hard. Jen whimpered and moaned into the mattress as he roughly fucked her. He reached under her and pinched her nipples, and she came for the first time. As he got close he twisted her head around and kissed her. She welcomed his tongue in her mouth (just as she welcomed his cock in her pussy), and they kissed and tongued each other as they both came.

They both collapsed onto the bed. Jen panted into the mattress with Wes on top of her. Her body felt so fucked, so used. She loved it! He'd made her cum twice on his cock, and both times had been intense, toe curling, wonderful! She hadn't been fucked so good, felt so sexually satisfied, since ... well, since Colin. The realization made her feel guilty. She pushed it from her mind. She couldn't deal with those feelings right now, not with Wesley's half hard (yet still big) cock still inside her.

Wesley leaned up on his elbows, taking his weight off Jen. He pulled his cock from her pussy. He was so long it seemed to take forever, and the rubbing across her clit sent tingles of pleasure through her body. Despite just cumming (twice!) she felt the beginnings of passion build in her, and she wondered if they had time to do it again.

After pulling out Wesley looked at Jen's backside. God she was sexy! Her long blonde hair partially matted down her slim toned back, her tight ass, her long legs. 

Wesley looked at her pussy. Now after their fucking, her lips were red and swollen, and they gaped apart a bit. His milky cum leaked out of her pussy and down her thigh.

"Are you okay?" Jen said looking over her shoulder.

"Yeah," Wesley said, still looking at his sperm in her pussy. He asked "You're on birth control right?"

Jen turned to her side, frowning at him. Now he asks? After fucking her three times, cumming inside her three times? What if she wasn't on birth control? What if he'd gotten her pregnant? Jen suddenly realized Wes was the kind of guy to shirk his responsibilities if he got a girl pregnant, just like he'd done nothing on the birth control end with her (like, hello, offer to wear a condom?).

She thought of Mike and their first time. Even though he'd desperately wanted inside her, he'd asked about birth control. Jen had no doubt if Mike - her darling Mike - if he got a girl pregnant, he'd own up to his responsibilities.

So why was she here with Wes?

"I'm on the pill," she told him. Then she abruptly got out of bed, pulling on her clothes. "I've got to go."

"Come on, stay for a while," Wesley said, reaching for her.

"I can't do this Wes," Jen said as she finished dressing. "Please, don't call me again." Then she left.

The next day Jen tried to think of something special she could do for Mike. She knew Mike had a thing for legs and feet. She put on pantyhose and the black high heels and took pictures of herself. She emailed the pictures to Mike.

Mike called her almost immediately; fuck the cell phone bill. "Are you trying to drive me crazy?" he asked.

"I guess you like the pictures," she said giggling.

"It's torture," Mike said. "Not fair."

"I just want to make sure you're thinking about me and not those English girls," Jen said with a smile in her voice. "In case you run into Emma Watson. Don't even try to say you don't have a thing for her." Jen had seen pictures on the internet. After Harry Potter, Emma cut her hair short and started wearing stiletto high heels. 

"She's kind of young," Mike said with a laugh. How old was she, 17? "And a movie star."

"So, you're saying Emma's on your bucket list?" Jen scoffed, suddenly irritated.

"What?"

"If you had the chance, you'd do Emma Watson," Jen said irritably.

"Baby, what are you talking about?" Mike said not knowing where this was coming from. "Of course I wouldn't."

"Yeah right," Jen said dismissively. Why was she going so psycho? To buy time she said "I'm PMSing. I've got a migraine." She was lying about the PMSing. But she did have the beginnings of a migraine. She'd had them sporadically all her life, since puberty.

"I'm sorry baby," Mike said empathically. "I wish I was there to take care of you."

"I do too," Jen said under her breath.

After hanging up, Jen sat in bed and hugged her knees to her chest. What the fuck was she doing? She'd wanted to do something special for Mike, and then got bitchy. 

Maybe it was her cheating. If she could cheat, why couldn't Mike? Maybe he had a lover in Cambridge, just like she had Wes in Hershey. How ironic would that be? She hugged her knees to her chest even closer. Mike with someone? She could NOT deal with that. But didn't she deserve it?

The next weekend Jen went to a club with Allie and some of her other sorority sisters. Brian showed up. That wasn't a surprise, because Brian was local and he and Allie were becoming an item. What WAS a surprise was Brian showing up with some of his friends, including Wesley. 

"What are you doing here?" Jen whispered to Wes when they had a moment alone. 

"I wanted to see you," Wesley whispered back.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Jen whispered derisively. 

"What do you want me to do?" Wes said helplessly.

Jen looked at Allie, who was already noticing their whispered conversation. "Stay away from me," she said moving away.

Jen finished her beer and decided to leave. Allie scowled at her for leaving so early, but Jen left anyway. Jen decided to go to the bathroom first, she had to pee.

Wesley was waiting when she got out of the bathroom. He pulled her into a store room. "I used to bartend here," he said as he pulled her into an alcove underneath stairs. 

"So you've fucked other girls here?" Jen said challengingly.

"Do you care?" he asked.

"No."

Wesley spun her around and pushed her against the wall. He pulled up her skirt and pulled down her tights and panties. He already had his cock out. He penetrated Jen, practically lifting her out of her flats.

Wes fucked Jen hard and fast, her tights gathered around her knees, on her tip toes (since he was taller by a few inches). Her body shook as she came on his long, thick cock. Then he spun her around, so she faced him as they fucked. Jen kicked off the tights. She wrapped a leg around his ass and planted her lips on his as he came inside her.

"Are you okay?" he asked, brushing her hair from her face. He tenderly kissed her lips, his cock still inside her. 

"Yeah," she said, still panting from getting fucked hard and the incredible orgasm he gave her. She pushed against him. "You need to get back."

Wesley reluctantly pulled out of her. He pulled up his pants as Jen pulled up her tights and fixed her skirt. "Are you really leaving?" he asked disappointed. "I'm at the Hilton again."

Jen was tempted. More time with Wesley, alone. Why was she so entranced by this boy?

"I've got to get home," she said. "You won't tell Allie, or Brian, right?"

"Of course not honey," he said.

"I'm not your honey," Jen said. "This is just sex right?"

"Yeah, right, of course," Wesley said immediately. He brushed Jen's hair away from her face again. "Can I call you?"

Jen hesitated, then said "... okay." Feeling awkward, she kissed him on the lips. Then she left.

Jen thought a lot about Wes that week. It made her feel even more guilty, because sex was one thing, but thinking about Wes (instead of Mike) was something else. She didn't understand it. How could she have Mike in her heart, yet still get weak kneed whenever she saw (or even thought about) Wes? 




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 06



It was like she was infatuated with Wes. Was she? How was that possible, when it was Mike she loved? 

Wesley called the next Saturday. "Can you meet?" he asked. "I'm at the Hilton."

"... okay," Jen said after a moment's hesitation. "I have a class." She was taking a seminar that met every other Saturday. "I'll see you after."

"I'll pick you up," Wesley offered.

"No," Jen said immediately, whispering into her phone even though no one was around. "I'll meet you at the Hilton. What's your room number?"

"I'll meet you in the bar," Wesley suggested.

"No," Jen said. She didn't want to risk being seen in the bar, even though it was unlikely at the Hilton. "What's your room?" she asked again.

Wesley told her. "Can you do something for me?" he asked.

"What?" 

"Wear those black high heels, you know the ones you wore at Hershey?" he said with a smile in his voice. 

"Yeah I know," Jen said hesitantly. They were the only high heels she owned (about 2 ½ inches high), the ones Mike loved seeing her wear. "They're just shoes," she told herself. If wearing them kept Wes hard ... That's what this was about, his hard cock. "Okay," she whispered.

As before, Wes had a six pack of beer in the refrigeration and a bag of weed in his pocket, but he didn't need it this time. He was on top of Jen as soon as she walked in. She kissed him back and groped him as much as he groped her.

Wesley pushed down on her shoulders. Hesitating only a moment, Jen slid down to her knees. She took out his cock and went down on him. Being "forced" to suck him made her dizzy with lust.

After a few minutes, Wesley pulled her up and tore at her clothes. Seeing Jen in the black high heels inflamed him even more. Wesley threw the now naked Jen onto the bed. He quickly got undressed too.

"Put these back on," Wesley said holding the black heels.

"Okay," Jen said impatiently. At only 20 years old she didn't fully appreciate the effect high heels had on some guys. She just wanted Wes's big cock inside her. She quickly put the high heels back on.

Wesley gave her what she wanted. He spun her over onto her elbows and knees. Then he fucked her hard like a slutty dog. Jen loved every moment of it, she loved getting rammed from behind! He made her cum hard before shooting his load inside her.

Jen got out of bed and quickly dressed. 

"You're always leaving," Wesley observed sourly.

"I've got to get home," Jen told him. "Mike and I talk every Saturday."

Wesley watched Jen put on her bra and thong, then her skinny jeans and blouse, and finally sneakers (she didn't want to wear the high heels back to the sorority house). She hurriedly brushed her hair, not wanting to have that "freshly fucked" look. Despite rushing with her appearance, she looked incredibly beautiful and achingly hot.

"Mike's a lucky guy," he said.

Jen smiled at him. She softly brushed his cheek with her hand and said "Steph's lucky too." She kissed him tenderly on the lips, and then left.

Jen took a shower back at the sorority house, washing her hair, her breasts, her pussy. She brushed her teeth. She wanted to eliminate all trace of Wes from her body before talking to Mike. In the back of her mind she knew it was idiotic, but she still wanted to do it.

Later as they spoke on the phone, Mike seemed bothered by something. "Are you okay honey?" she asked.

"Yeah I'm good," Mike said. But Jen could tell something was wrong. He sounded sad. Did he suspect? But how could he? She'd been careful not to be seen by anyone, and Mike didn't have any common friends with Wes (other than Allie, and she'd never say anything even if she suspected something). But despite her concerned questioning, Mike continued to tell her everything was fine.

After hanging up, Mike looked out the dark window, alone in his room. He didn't mind being alone. Sometimes it got lonely, but he could deal with that. He was a loner, he preferred being alone.

At least, that was how it used to be, before he started going with Jen. Before they fell in love. Before his being became so entwined with hers.

It was hard to explain. An outgoing person (like Jen) has tons of friends. The absence of one - no matter how important - can be offset by the others, at least partly.

But Mike was a loner. The only person he had - the only person he wanted - was Jen. It wasn't possible for Mike to fill the void of her absence with another person, or 10 people, or a million. 

He wasn't used to this. The terrible emptiness of missing another person. The loneliness hurt. It was like a physical pain, an ache in his heart. His fear and insecurity that this time apart would end their relationship - that Jen would fall for another guy and break up with him - made the ache and loneliness even worse.

He had the urge - he wanted - to quit the Barnes Fellowship and go home to Jen. But he didn't want Jen to think he was a pathetic loser. He didn't want to give assholes like Colin something to whisper in her ear, belittling him, calling him a quitter. Also, he needed the Barnes Fellowship on his resume. To compete with the Colins of the world - to compete for his beautiful, bubbly Jen - he needed a good job after graduation. The Barnes Fellowship was his ticket, he had to finish it.

Intellectually, Mike knew the loneliness was magnified by the weekend. During the week he had seminars, labs and research to keep his mind off Jen. On weekends, without those distractions, he felt sometimes like he was falling off an edge into the darkness. For some reason, it was a lot worse on Sundays than Saturdays. And this was just Saturday.

The next morning Wes called Jen. "Can you come over?" he asked.

"You're still at the Hilton?" Jen whispered into her iPhone, her eyes darting around the common room to make sure no one was listening. 

"Yeah, I got late checkout, 2pm," Wes told her. 

Jen looked at the clock. It was only 930. They'd have 4 hours. Four uninterrupted hours. They could do a lot in 4 hours. Her pussy began tingling.

"Yeah, okay, I'll be there," Jen whispered excitedly. She hurriedly showered and dressed. She washed her hair yesterday, so she didn't have to wash it today, saving her time. She spent time with her makeup though, and picked out one of her sexiest panty and bra sets (even though she knew they wouldn't stay on long). At the last moment she stuffed the black high heels into her bag. She'd put them on at the Hilton parking lot, like yesterday (she didn't want Allie or her other sorority sisters seeing her in them). 

Inside Wes's hotel room, like yesterday, Jen started on her knees. Wes sat on the edge of the bed, his legs open, as Jen went down on him. He pulled her head up as he felt his orgasm approach. 

"I want you to cum in my mouth," Jen told him with heavy lidded eyes. They had a lot of time, 4 hours. He hadn't yet finished in her mouth. She wanted to taste him.

Wes grinned, realizing he was in for a fun day. He put his hands behind his head and laid back on the bed, closing his eyes and enjoying the glorious pleasure of pretty Jen's mouth.

When Wes came he shot a ton of cum into Jen's mouth. Her cheeks ballooned as she gulped it down her throat. She decided Wes tasted good. The musky taste of a man, not at all unpleasant. "God you cum a lot," she said.

"I'm impressed," Wes said grinning at her.

"That I swallowed it?" she said with a laugh. "Believe me, it's better to swallow. Messy otherwise." Jen emphasized the point with an "ek!" grimace.

"Steph doesn't swallow," Wes said. He shrugged. "She doesn't like blowjobs."

Jen looked down. She didn't like talking about Stephanie. Because it made her think of Mike. "Let's not talk about them, okay?" she said. "Them" being the people they were cheating on.

"Yeah, sure, sorry," Wes said immediately. Wanting to restore the mood, he grabbed the menu and cheerfully asked "Feel like room service?"

"Really?" Jen asked her eyes going wide. She'd never gotten room service before. She looked around the hotel room. "Um, I hope this isn't taking all your savings," she joked with an awkward laugh. She suspected junior marketing execs who worked for Hershey didn't make much money.

"I'm on expense account," Wes said with a laugh.

"Oh," Jen said impressed.

"I work with a couple contractors in State College. Every now and then I can expense it," he explained.

"Awesome," Jen said. That explained why he was in town so often. She glanced at the menu in his hand. "We can really get room service?" she asked hesitantly. She hadn't eaten that morning (other than Wes's cum of course). 

Jen got an eggs benedict - her first ever - and Wesley got steak and eggs. "This is so freaking delicious!" she gushed as she chowed down the eggs benedict. It was heavenly! 

Wesley smiled at her after they finished. "I think you're overdressed," he said touching the button on her blouse. Jen was still dressed, while he was down to his boxers.

"I get it, I have to pay for the meal now," she joked giving him a crooked grin.

"Yeah, you have to fuck Mr. Hershey," Wesley joked back, referring to how his employer was paying for her meal.

"Oh, um, I'd definitely do a chocolate bar," Jen joked back. She adored chocolate! She reached for the buttons of her blouse. She was ready for sex! That was the one thing she loved more than chocolate - maybe!

"Actually -," Wesley said, stopping her by putting his hand over hers.

"What?"

"How about a strip tease?" he said grinning at her.

"Oh my god are you still thinking about that?" Jen said with a laugh.

"You're a good dancer right?"

"I'm an awesome dancer," Jen said smiling back at him. She was too. Maybe not Dancing With The Stars good, or Broadway diva good - certainly not that. But in clubs, at parties, for strip teases - Jen knew how to move her tight, petite body in ways that ... men found alluring.

"Why not?" Jen thought to herself. They had a lot of time, until 2. And she liked dirty dancing, it was fun.

She stood up and maneuvered Wes so he sat on the edge of the bed. She selected the Sexy playlist on her iPhone. Billy Idol's Eyes Without a Face began playing. Then she moved back to Wes, dropping her iPhone on the bed next to them.

"Here's the rules," she said grinning at him, a sparkle in her eyes. "I can touch you, but you can't touch me," she said moving his hands to his sides. "Got that mister?"

"Got it," Wes said smiling eagerly.

"Good boy," Jen said smiling back at him. She began slowly swaying to the music, dancing between his open legs. She danced so close her chest almost - but didn't quite - touch his face. As she danced, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse until her bra came into view. "You like?" she asked opening her blouse to reveal one of the cups. The bra was unpadded and unlined, so her nipple was clearly visible and dented the thin lacy material. 

"Yeah," Wes panted, lunging forward to take her nipple in his mouth.

"Not so fast," Jen teased. She moved her lips to his ear and whispered, "I wore this bra for you." They smiled at each other.

Then Jen pressed his face against her bust. She moaned and rolled her head back as he greedily sucked her nipple in his mouth through the lace.

"Bad boy," Jen said, breathing hard and taking a step back. She had her cum face on now. "Not allowed to touch, remember?"

"You shoved your tit in my face," Wes pointed out, grinning.

"I'm a girl, I'm supposed to make sense?" she teased smiling at him. She finished taking off her blouse, dropping it on the floor. "Let's take these off," she said, pulling off his boxers and dropping them next to her blouse. She looked at his big cock as it popped out of his underwear. She had a hard time taking her eyes off it, the sight of it made her knees weak. She took off the high heels and shimmied out of her skinny jeans.

"What happened to my strip tease?" Wes teased wearing a big smile.

"You're complaining?" Jen asked as she stepped back into the black high heels. 

"I guess not," Wes said with a laugh, looking her up and down. She wore only the bra, thong and high heels. Breaking the rules, he hooked a finger in her panties and pulled her to him. "Did you wear these for me too?"

"Yep," Jen admitted, smiling at him. 

Wesley ran his fingers over Jen's firm, flat stomach. "God you've got a great body," he gushed. Not only was she slim, her body was firm and toned, and her skin so perfect it looked air brushed.

"So do you," Jen said running her hands over his chiseled chest. "Lacrosse huh?" she said grinning at him, as if saying "you got this hot body playing lacrosse?"

"You like athletes, don't you?"

"I've been around them all my life," Jen said with a shrug, running her fingertips over Wesley's impressive biceps. "I used to cheer in high school."

"That doesn't surprise me," Wes said. "You look like a cheerleader."

"Um, is that a compliment?" Jen said with a laugh, knowing cheerleaders had a reputation of being stuck up.

"Blonde, pretty, long legs," Wes said grinning. "Yeah, that's a good thing."

"Okay, well ..." Jen said with another laugh.

"You think about cheering for Penn State?" he asked.

"I thought about it," Jen said. "For like 10 seconds," she thought, but didn't say that. Her feelings about cheering were complicated. She considered it a sport, a mix between dancing and gymnastics. But most people didn't. Most people had Wes's attitude, that cheering was just pretty girls rooting for guys. That's what Colin thought and it irritated her. Also, a lot of cheerleaders WERE stuck up snobs (including her probably, at least sometimes). 

Wes started pulling her panties down but Jen stopped him. She stepped away from his hands and danced again. She swayed between his open legs, just inches from him, so close he could practically tasted her perfume. His cock throbbed as he watched this sexy, beautiful girl dance in front of him in only a bra, thong and black high heels, especially knowing she'd worn the sexy lingerie especially for him.

"You're so hot," Wes gushed as he continued watching her. "You've got to dance for me again."

"We'll see," Jen said noncommittally, not wanting to make future plans with him. They were fuck buddies after all, not boyfriend/girlfriend.

"How about next time?" he pressed.

"You think there's going to be a next time?" Jen said.

"Yeah I do," he said pulling her to him. He kissed and licked her pussy over her lacy panties. Then he pulled her panties down and licked her clit.

Jen rolled her head back as he licked her clit. It felt good, she loved getting eaten out. Her thoughts flashed to Mike. Mike was the best at that. Wesley was ok but not as good as her boyfriend. But she pushed Mike from her thoughts. She wanted Wesley's body. She craved him. She wanted him inside her, she wanted to cum with him inside her. She wanted to cum on his cock. So she tried not to think about Mike.

Jen pushed Wesley onto the bed. She got on the bed too and straddled his thighs. Another song began playing on her iPhone and she swayed to the rhythmic beat, throwing her hair over her head so her long, soft blonde hair caressed across his face and chest with her every move.

"Fuck Jen," Wes moaned as her soft hair tickled across his chest and face. Enough of the teasing! He put his hands on her hips, about to throw her onto her elbows and knees. He wanted to sink his cock into her and fuck her brains out.

"No, let me," Jen said. She loved when he took control, but this time she wanted to fuck HIM. She reached between their bodies and took hold of his shaft. She shifted position slightly, then lowered herself onto him.

"Ugh god," Jen moaned, her eyes closing as his long thick cock penetrated her. It felt so good!

Wesley moaned too as his cock pushed into Jen's tight, silky smooth pussy. She had the best pussy, he'd never felt better!

"You feel so fucking good," he gushed looking into her eyes.

"So do you," Jen said looking back at him.

They were both on the verge of cumming, even though Jen wasn't moving on him yet. Jen stayed still, his cock deep inside her but not moving. Wes stayed still too. They both knew just one pump, maybe two, and they'd both cum. That's how turned on they were, by each other. So they stayed still, looking into each other's eyes, enjoying the anticipation, the closeness, the intimacy, of the orgasmic pleasure that was just moments away.

The music suddenly stopped, replaced by the sound of Jen's ringtone. Jen looked at her iPhone. It was Mike!

"It's Mike," Jen groaned helplessly.

"Don't answer," Wesley said immediately. They were both so fucking close!

Jen did as Wesley told her. Eventually the ringing stopped. But then Mike called again.

"Fuck!" Wesley said frustrated. "Don't answer."

"I have to, it might be important," Jen said grabbing her iPhone and moving off his cock.

"Stay," Wesley said, clamping his hands on Jen's hips to keep his cock buried inside her.

Jen looked at him for a long moment as her iPhone continued to ring. Finally she gave in, staying on top of him with his cock inside her. "Don't say anything, not a sound," she told him. Wesley nodded agreement. 

Jen swiped the screen and put the iPhone to her ear. "Hey baby," she said trying to sound normal. But how was it possible to sound normal impaled on Wesley's big cock?

"Hi baby," Mike said. "What are you doing?"

"Oh um, nothing, just hanging out," Jen said. As she spoke she looked at Wesley. He looked back at her. He had an urgent look on his face. Jen knew he was close to cumming. If he came he'd make noise, there was no avoiding it. She had to finish the call with Mike quickly, she could always call him back after she and Wes were done. "So, um, what are you doing baby?"

"Just hanging too," Mike said. "Another Sunday night."

Jen frowned. Mike sounded sad again, like yesterday. What did he mean by Sunday?

Jen was concerned. She needed to talk to him. The problem was, while her passion had cooled off, Wes's hadn't. If she pulled off his cock now, that little bit of friction might push him over the edge. She knew how her body worked too. If he came, the feel of his cock twitching and pulsing inside her, his cum hitting her walls, that might send her over the edge. There would be no way Mike wouldn't hear that.

Jen put her finger on Wes's lips to remind him to stay quiet. "What's wrong baby?" she asked Mike. "You sound sad."

"I just ... miss you," Mike said. He hated sounding so weak, like a pathetic loser. He just needed to hear Jen's voice, to ward off the darkness, the depression, of another Sunday without her.

"Oh baby," Jen said, tears immediately welling in her eyes. Mike sounded so sad, so alone. And here she was with Wes, filled with his manhood. "It'll be alright baby. I miss you too. We'll be together soon." As she said that tears fell down her cheeks. 

Wes reached up and wiped her tears with his fingers. Then he ran his fingertips across Jen's lips. Jen shook her head no. But rather than stopping, Wes moved his fingers to her neck and caressed behind her ear. Jen clenched her jaws shut to keep from moaning. 

"I'll be okay," Mike said. He tried to sound cheerful, but Jen knew him too well. He sounded terrible.

"What do you mean by Sunday honey?" Jen asked Mike, trying to keep her voice steady. She jerked her head away from Wes's fingers, frowning at him. But she couldn't get too far away, not with their bodies still connected.

"Sundays are bad," Mike said with a humorless laugh. "Something about the end of the weekend. I always get kind of down."

Jen didn't understand that. She never noticed him depressed on Sundays.

Reading her mind, Mike said "Not when I'm with you."

Jen felt terrible. "Baby I never knew, you should have told me," she said, aching for him. She knew Mike was prone to moodiness. She always assumed that was part of his shyness, his loner personality. But now she saw it was more serious. He sounded so sad and lonely, her heart ached for him.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 06



Wes reached behind Jen and unsnapped her bra. Jen shot him a glare when he tried pulling it off. But she gave in, not wanting to make any noise. Wes pulled her bra from her left arm, and then Jen switched hands holding the phone so he could pull the bra from her right. Wes tossed the bra onto the floor next to her blouse.

"I'll be okay," Mike assured her. "Sorry for calling."

"It's no bother baby, call me anytime," Jen said. Wes cupped her breasts, gently massaging them and thumbing her nipples. Jen rolled her head back at the pleasure. She barely kept from moaning. She was so close.

So was Wes, and he couldn't stand it anymore. He began moving under Jen, moving his cock in an out of her. As he did he continued to rub her nipples. Jen threw her head forward, one hand still holding the phone to her ear, the other on Wes's chest for balance.

"I'm thinking about going to a movie," Mike said with a short humorless laugh. Movies always cheered him up.

"That's - good - baby," Jen struggled to say through clenched teeth as Wes slowly fucked her. She looked desperately at Wes, silently imploring him to stop. But he was too lost in lust, he couldn't stop. "Call me later - after - after the movie," she panted into the phone.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked. "You sound funny."

"Just ... running around," Jen gasped as Wes quickened his pace. "I've ... got to go honey," she said, desperately trying to keep her words from sounding like a moan. Wes pinched her nipples, causing her to roll her head back again.

"I really miss you Jen," Mike said. "I love you."

Tears flowed down Jen's cheeks as she heard the sadness in Mike's voice. "I love you too baby," she said. She was on the verge of cumming. From the desperate look on Wes's face she knew he was too. "Call me later," she said, then she hit the "end" button on the iPhone screen. She dropped the phone on the bed next to them. She looked at Wes through tear stained eyes.

"He'll be okay," Wes assured her, even as he continued to fuck her. "You'll be okay."

"No I won't," she told him. 

Wes pulled her down to him. Jen wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed. Wes felt the wetness of her tears against his cheek as he climaxed. He rammed her hard, his hips violently jerking up and down as he shot his load into her pussy. 

Wes's orgasm pushed Jen over the edge. Lost in lust, she desperately pushed her tongue into his mouth as she came on his cock, and she tongued him as her body shook with the intense pleasure of her orgasm.

After cumming, Jen rolled off Wes and curled into a ball, sobbing and shaking uncontrollably.

*****

Author's note: There are 2 movies with great scenes of a wife/girlfriend fucking another man while talking with her husband/boyfriend on the phone. One is Internal Affairs with Richard Gere. Gere is the lover fucking another man's wife. This movie also has a scene where Gere fingers another wife in a restaurant with her husband sitting on the other side. The other movie is Cruel Intentions 3. Both these movies (especially Internal Affairs) inspired this scene with Jen impaled on Wes's cock, on the verge of cumming, as she talked to Mike on the phone.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 07



Quick Note: I don't have an email address right now. My old one doesn't work. So, if you've tried to email me in the last 2-3 months, I haven't gotten it.

*****

Continuing Book 1: Cheating. This Part 7 continues the flashback from Part 6.

Jen hated herself, despised herself. Many times the next week she thought about calling Mike and breaking up. Not because she wanted to. But because she didn't deserve him.

But she didn't, because she was selfish. She didn't want to give him up. She loved him. Even though she was cheating on him.

"What's up with you?" Allie asked later that week. "You're quiet lately."

"Nothing, I'm fine," Jen said, feigning an unconcerned shrugged. She'd decided not to tell Allie about her affair.

"You're pissed at me right?" Allie lamented. "About what I said about Mike. I'm sorry, okay? I'm sure he's great in bed."

"He's not though," Jen admitted, her melancholy making her reflective. "I mean, he is and he isn't. When we make love it's wonderful, it's sweet. But ..."

"No fireworks," Allie said completing her sentence. This didn't surprise her. Mike didn't strike her as the "fucking machine" type.

"Yeah," Jen admitted, looking down. "I mean, sometimes ... but yeah."

Allie looked at Jen a long time, studying her. "Is that why you're upset? Because sex with Mike isn't great?"

"I mean ... I don't know," Jen said. "I'm upset because I'm cheating on Mike," she thought to herself. She didn't say that to Allie of course.

Allie leaned against the wall and crossed her arms. "You know, life isn't all about great sex," she said sagely.

"What?" Jen said.

"Think about all the great romances," Allie said. She rattled them off on her fingers. "You know, Shakespeare and Jane Austen, Gone with the Wind, Romeo and Juliet. They're about love, not sex."

Jen stared at Allie. This was so ... mature. So unlike Allie. "Sooo, what are you saying?" she asked.

"I'm saying, it's okay to love bubble boy even if he's no tiger in bed," Allie said.

"You wanted me to cheat on him," Jen said incredulously.

"I want you to have fun," Allie corrected her. "I want US to have fun. There's a difference." 

"So you think cheating is okay?" Jen said frowning.

"Sex isn't love," Allie said. "You're only 20, do you really know what love is? Besides, if you still love Mike after fucking another guy, why does it matter?"

"Not exactly conventional advice," Jen said with a frown.

"I'm not a conventional girl," Allie said. "Neither are you." She shrugged. "Don't get me wrong. I kinda like Mike. He's grown on me."

"Really?" Jen said with an amazed laugh.

"Yeah, believe it or not," Allie said with a laugh back. "Too bad you're not MST," she said handing Jen a paper. "You could visit Mike."

"What?" Jen asked taking the paper. She read it. The paper announced an upcoming trip to London for some of Penn State's gifted math, science and technology students. Her heart sank, as she definitely wasn't MST. "I wish I could go. I'm worried about Mike. He's really lonely."

"That's ironic, a loner's lonely," Allie said with a laugh.

Jen shot a glare at Allie, shutting her up. Then she looked back at the paper, reading the list of students going on the trip. She frowned seeing one of the names on the list. It gave her an idea though.

*******

Maria Fernandez was in the big common room of Kappa Phi, text books all around her. She looked up as her friend Julie approached, an excited curious look on her face. "What's up?" Maria asked.

"Jenny Johnson is here, she wants to talk to you," Julie said.

"About what?" Maria asked warily.

"I don't know."

A few minutes later Jen joined Maria in the Kappa Phi common room. She looked at the books strewn all around Maria. Differential Equations, Thermodynamics, Physics. She felt intimidated. Not only was Maria beautiful (unofficially the 2nd prettiest girl on campus), she was also really smart. "Um, this is impressive," Jen said with an awkward laugh, fingering the spine of Maria's Physical Chemistry text book. 

"I guess," Maria said, being just as hesitant and wary as Jen. The two girls didn't really know each other. They knew of each other, but had never really spoken. But the stupid calendar had kinda made them rivals. "You're lucky, you've got Einstein as your personal tutor."

"I guess," Jen said with another hesitant laugh. "Um, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. I read you're going to London over Thanksgiving."

"Yeah, that's why I'm cramming, to get ahead," Maria said.

"You know my boyfriend is at Cambridge?" Jen said, purposely saying "my boyfriend" to stake her claim. "He's kinda homesick. It'd be nice if he could hang with you guys a little."

"Oh," Maria said, surprised. She said immediately "Sure, Mike can hang with us. I'll talk to Professor Sloan." Sloan was head of the math department and one of the chaperones for the trip. "He's on Mike's dissertation committee, I'm sure he'll be okay with it."

"Okay then ...," Jen said nodding slowly. She didn't like Maria's enthusiasm. And how did she know who was on HER boyfriend's freaking dissertation committee?

*******

"Are you going home for Thanksgiving?" Wes asked, talking to Jen on the phone.

"No, I avoid home," Jen said with a humorless laugh. Airplane tickets were expensive, but that was mostly an excuse. She didn't have much of a relationship with her father, and she didn't like seeing how he treated her mother. She'd rather stay at the sorority house, that's what she did most holidays.

"Stay with me in Hershey," Wes urged her.

"Aren't you seeing Steph?"

"Just a couple days," Wes said. "She has to work at the hospital. Residents get the worse hours."

"I can't stay all that time," Jen said. She was whispering, even though she was alone in her room.

"Why not?" Wes said. "Mike's in England, Steph's working, your house is empty. It'd be great." He added with a laugh, "We might even get out of bed once or twice."

Jen couldn't help smiling. "You're so bad," she said. His offer was tempting. "Okay, maybe a day or two."

"That's all?" he asked sounding disappointed. He knew Thanksgiving break was almost 2 weeks.

"We'll see," Jen said with a laugh.

*******

Jen squirmed from under Wes, her body (like his) damp with sweat. She was still panting from getting fucked hard from behind, but she wanted to check her phone.

"Are you waiting for something?" Wes asked as he lit a cigarette. Jen had been checking her phone ever since arriving earlier that day. "Want one?"

Jen shook her head no, focused on her phone. She was a social smoker and enjoyed a cigarette after sex (not with Mike though; he didn't smoke). But she didn't feel like one as she checked her emails and texts. 

"What's up?" he asked again.

"I'm waiting for a text from Mike," Jen told him, looking frustrated at no messages from Mike. "He's meeting up with some Penn Staters today in London." 

"Oh okay, cool," Wes said with an uncaring shrug.

Jen pulled her knees up to her chin, staring at her iPhone as if willing a message from Mike.

"Is something wrong?" Wes asked.

Jen shrugged. She didn't want to get into it with Wes, but she felt like she had to say something. "This girl - Maria - has the hots for Mike."

Wes got it. "So you're worried he's going to hook up with her?" he said with a laugh. "That'd be ironic."

"Shut up okay?" Jen snapped. "How would you like it if it was Steph?"

"I wouldn't," Wes admitted. "Kind of hypocritical though, right?"

Jen shrugged. She couldn't help the way she felt. She continued to stare at her iPhone. 

"I'm going home," she said suddenly getting up.

"You just got here," Wes objected.

"I need to be home when Mike calls," Jen said. She hurriedly dressed and left. 

The drive from Hershey back to State College was monotonous. She was tired from the earlier drive to Hershey, sex with Wes, and now the drive back to State College. She stopped at a rest station to clear her head and get some caffeine. The good thing about Pennsylvania rest stops, they all had Starbucks.

She checked her iPhone again. Nothing. Why hadn't Mike texted or called her? Was he with Maria? Well, yes, she knew he was with Maria and the other Penn Staters, that was the whole point of today, to lift his spirits by hanging around people he knew. The last time he texted was right before meeting everyone at Trafalgar Square. He'd promised to text later to check in. So why hadn't he?!

Looking at her watch, Jen saw it was 3pm her time. So it would be evening in London. Did Mike go to Maria's room? Were they having sex? Jen couldn't stand the thought. 

She glared at her phone. Why didn't Mike call or text her? She felt like screaming!

Jen almost jumped when her phone rang. It was Mike!

"Hello?" she said, acting calm and composed. She wanted to scream "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN!!" but she didn't want to let on how psycho she was feeling.

"Hey baby, I'm on the train back to Cambridge," Mike said. 

"Oh okay," Jen said feigning unconcerned nonchalance. "Have fun today?"

"Yeah, it was fun, I'm glad you talked me into meeting everyone," Mike said. He sounded in way better spirits. Jen felt better hearing his cheery voice.

"How's Maria?" Jen asked, intensely interested but forcing her voice to be indifferent.

"She's good," Mike said. "We hung out."

"Um, okay," Jen said, frowning.

"I'm glad I went, thanks for suggesting it baby," he said. He definitely sounded better.

After hanging up, Jen obsessed over what Mike said. "We hung out." What the fuck did that mean?

Well, at least Mike was on his way home, he wasn't with Maria anymore. For a moment she considered driving back to Wes in Hershey. But no. Their sex earlier that day hadn't been good, she'd been too distracted about Mike. She still was, so her interest in more sex with Wes was about zero. 

She was glad Mike was feeling better. Really glad, and relieved. But it bothered her it was Maria who made him feel better. Jen was being irrational, she knew that. It was her idea after all.

It was something about Mike. She liked he was shy. She thought it was charming. Just as important, it meant he didn't talk to other girls. That was how she wanted it. She was intensely jealous, she wanted him all to herself.

Jen shrugged. Maybe Allie was right, Mike was her bubble boy.

Right after the holidays, Jen went to a frat party at Omega Nu. She went because Omega Nu was Kappa Phi's brother frat. She knew Maria would be there.

Jen saw Maria on the other side of the room. She mingled, doing her bubbly social butterfly thing, gradually working her way over to Maria. She "accidentally" bumped into her. "Oh hi Maria," Jen said, feigning surprise at seeing her. "Um ... how was London? You saw Mike right?" 

"God, all he did was talk about you!" Maria said disgustedly, slurring her words. She held a red Solo cup of beer, and was way drunk. "Jen this, Jen that, she's so pretty inside and out. And smart too. Gawd! That boy's so in love with you."

"Oh," Jen said pleasantly surprised. All Mike did was talk about her? She suddenly liked Maria Fernandez.

"Yep, you've got him wrapped around your finger," Maria said, swaying back and forth and grabbing Jen's arm to keep from falling over.

"That's good, because I love him," Jen said.

"You dooooo?" Maria slurred. She drunkenly said "That's sooooo sweet!" Then her face turned green. "I think I'm gonna be sick.'

"Oh come on honey," Jen said hurriedly guiding Maria outside. She held up Maria's hair as she got sick in the bushes. 

Jen left Maria in the care of her girlfriends. Then, as they previously planned, she drove to the We Are bar to meet Allie. 

As she drove she couldn't get the silly smile off her face. She was SO relieved and happy! Mike had spent the day with a pretty girl and all he did was talk about HER!

Jen was only half surprised to see Brian and Wes with Allie (along with half a dozen other friends). She was surprised though to see Ricky there, the handsome guy renting Mike's apartment. He explained he knew Brian.

Allie poured Jen a beer from the pitcher. She was careful to sit away from Wes and didn't talk to him other than a quick casual hello. 

"Gotta go," Ricky said, getting up as he gulped down his beer. "I'm going with buddies to Atlantic City. We're busing down tonight."

Wes met up with Jen later by the bathrooms. "Want to get together?" he asked.

Jen looked at him, tempted. Her concern and worry for Mike had pushed her sexual desires aside, made everything else secondary. But now she knew he was okay, and not interested in Maria ...

"Are you at the Hilton?" she whispered.

"I'm bunking with Brian this weekend," Wes whispered back. Hotels were expensive, he couldn't always stay at one. "How about Mike's apartment?" he asked. With Ricky on his way to Atlantic City, it was empty.

"No," Jen said.

"Why not?" 

"It's his apartment."

Wes didn't understand. Why did it matter? He offered, "I've got my car."

Jen didn't want to do it in a car. She - her body - was disappointed, it looked like they wouldn't be able to hook up tonight.

"Come on," Wes urged her, putting his hand on her back just above her ass, and moving close so they almost touched. Jen felt weak-kneed smelling his cologne and being so close to him. "Let's go to Mike's place," he said, moving his hand down and caressing her ass.

Jen's resolve crumbled. After just a few moments she said "... okay." She added firmly "Not in his bed."

"Okay fine," Wes said, giving her a "whatever" shrug.

*******

"I don't feel good being here," Jen said later, looking around the apartment she shared with Mike over the summer. Being in her boyfriend's apartment with another man.

Wes pulled her into his arms, oblivious to Jen's concerns. Jen melted into him, her misgivings soon replaced by her passion and urgent need for his body.

"I missed you," Wes said between kisses. They hadn't had a good fuck since before Thanksgiving. "Missed your body," he said fondling her.

"Yeah," Jen agreed, kissing him back, running her hands over his chest, pressing her body against his. She wanted him so bad!

They tore at each other's clothes. Wes edged her towards the bedroom. "No Wes," Jen reminded him.

"Oh yeah," he said. They got on the sofa. There, Wes fucked her hard until they both had mind blowing orgasms.

Afterwards Wes had his arm around Jen on the floor. "This would be a lot more comfortable if we were in bed," he said. "Where are we going to sleep? The floor?"

Jen didn't answer at once. When she finally did it wasn't about his question. She said "I love Mike, I don't get why I cheat."

"I love Stephanie," Wes said with a shrug. "I need more sometimes."

"You know how selfish that sounds?" 

"You're putting this all on me?"

"No," Jen admitted. "We're both selfish. We're terrible." She looked down. "I don't get why I can't resist you."

"That's a bad thing?" Wes laughed, hugging her closer.

"Yeah it's bad," Jen said, frowning at him but not resisting as he pulled her to him. "I love Mike. I shouldn't be here with you."

"Sometimes people fit together," Wes said lightly stroking Jen's long blonde hair. "We were immediately attracted to each other. I know I was. I think about you a lot."

Jen understood what he was saying. They were drawn to each other. It was a physical thing, chemicals and endorphins pulling them together. "You shouldn't be thinking about me," she said softly.

"Do you think about me?" he asked.

Yes, she did think about him. More than she should. But she didn't want to admit that to him (or herself). "This is supposed to be just sex, remember?"

"Yeah but ... have you thought, if you weren't with Mike and I wasn't with Steph, we'd be good together?"

"I don't want to go there Wes," Jen said.

"Come on, answer me," he said, pressing for an answer.

"Okay then, no," Jen said dismissively. 

"Okay, rejection," Wes said with a resigned laugh.

"I'm here with you right? Not exactly rejection," Jen said with a laugh back.

"So why wouldn't we be good together?" he said smiling.

Jen shrugged. After a few moments she said "Because you'd cheat on me. And I'd probably cheat on you."

Wes's smile disappeared and they were silent for long moments. Then he caressed her arm. He kissed her cheek and said "Want to go again?"

"Yeah," Jen said. Their lips came together, and they fucked again.

Afterwards, Jen got a spare blanket and they got on the sofa. Wes spooned her and quickly fell asleep. 

Jen didn't feel good about sleeping with Wes, not in Mike's apartment. Moving carefully so as not to wake Wes, she untangled her body from his and silently crept into the bedroom. 

There were 2 beds there, set up to be shared by roommates (it was college after all). Jen got into Mike's bed. The bed smelled like him. She hugged the pillow and looked into the darkness, not able to sleep. Was that why she couldn't resist Wes? Because her body was somehow connected to his? It made sense, sort of. She got weak-kneed around him. It was like her body craved his, she got wet just thinking about him.

That'd been the way it'd been with Colin, at the beginning of their relationship. Not with Mike though, not really. She enjoyed sex with Mike, but it wasn't passionate, sweaty, animalistic, desperate sex like with Colin and Wes. 

Was that a bad thing? She thought about what Allie said, sex isn't love. Allie also questioned whether she knew what love was. So far in her life, Jen'd had 3 major relationships. Colin, Mike and now Wes. She thought she loved Mike, but she craved sex with Wes and thought about him a lot. Was Allie right, she didn't know what love was?

Jen hooked up with Wes the next weekend. Brian took Allie skiing so they used his place. 

Wes called again the weekend after. "Let's meet at the Hilton," he said with a grin in his voice. "I'll expense it to Hershey. Breakfast in bed again."

"I can't, Mike is coming home for Christmas," Jen whispered. It seemed like she was always whispering nowadays.

"I thought he gets back next week," Wes pointed out.

"Yeah but ..." Jen couldn't risk her body showing signs of her affair. Sometimes Wes left marks, little love bites, scratches. He was big and fucked her hard, leaving her pussy swollen and red. It always took a few days to look normal again. For obvious reasons, she couldn't risk Mike coming home with her body looking used.

It was more than that though. Her sweet boyfriend was coming home. Earlier in the semester, when Christmas and Mike's homecoming were so far away, Jen was able to rationalize her affair as just a harmless fling, not even cheating really. But she couldn't do that with Mike coming home next week. She needed to get Wes out of her head. She was Mike's again, all of her, her body, her heart, her thoughts. 

Wes heard it in her voice. "What happens after Christmas?" he asked. "Can I see you?"

"I don't know Wes," Jen said. "Mike will go back to Cambridge, but he'll only be there until April."

"That's 4 months," he said.

"I can read a calendar Wes," Jen pointed out. "You're with Steph, I'm with Mike. What we're doing is wrong."

"We're helping each other through a tough period," Wes said. "Don't decide now, okay? Let's talk after Christmas."

Mike got home a week later. They stayed together in his room at the frat house (Sam went home for Christmas). They visited Jen's parents for Christmas eve and Christmas day, flying back to State College the day after.

Jen and Mike reconnected, spending a lot of time in his bedroom. It wasn't all sex (although there was a lot of that). They talked and laughed a lot and were constantly touching - hugging, holding hands, sitting close so their shoulders touched. 

Their sex wasn't fireworks, but it was emotionally fulfilling. Jen loved when Mike was inside her, she loved when their bodies were connected. She didn't always cum from intercourse - in fact she usually didn't with Mike - but emotionally and spiritually he completely satisfied her. Also, Mike unselfishly got her off a lot with his tongue, so he took care of her physically needs too.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 07



Jen was completely happy and content. Their time together reminded her why she fell in love with him. She'd never forgotten, but it renewed her commitment to him.

Mike's parents visited the week between Christmas and New Year's. One night they went to the We Are bar for dinner. The pub had the best burgers, seafood gumbo and Irish fries in State College and Mike's mom was tired of turkey, stuffing and green bean casserole. 

Mike's mom made Jen nervous, but she seemed to be accepting that maybe her relationship with Mike was more than a temporary thing. Mom continued to frown at Jen every now and then (thinking Jen too wild and popular for her shy son), but at least she wasn't doing the cold shoulder thing anymore. 

Jen was talking to Mike's dad when her back stiffened and she lost her train of thought. Wes was there, across the room! What the fuck?!

Wes saw her from across the room and smiled. Jen immediately looked away.

"Something wrong Jen?" dad asked.

"Oh, um, yeah," Jen sputtered. "Um, maybe one beer too much," she said forcing a laugh, trying to cover her shock and confusion. Mom shot her a disapproving look at the beer comment, but it was infinitely better Mom thought she drank too much than cheated on her son.

"Are you okay baby?" Mike asked taking her hand.

"I'm okay baby," Jen said back, squeezing his hand. Dad grinned at Mom, noting the young couple's common, affectionate use of "baby." The beautiful and bubbly Jen had, of course, enchanted Mike's dad. 

A little later Jen went to the bathroom. Wes was there when she left the bathroom.

"What are you doing here?" Jen hissed at him.

"Come on Jen, you know I come here all the time," Wes said reasonably. 

"Stay away from me," she told him and walked away.

Mike noticed Jen's tension when she got back. "Are you okay?" he asked rubbing her arm.

"Yeah, but um, maybe we should go home," she said. She wanted to leave before Mike noticed Wes there. It was getting late (especially for Mike's older parents) so everyone agreed. Mom and Dad went home the next day.

Tony-Tony was throwing a New Year's eve party at his apartment. Everyone was going, many returning to State College early for the party. Jen was lukewarm about going. Mike had to go back to Cambridge soon, so she wanted to spend every second possible alone with him. But Mike insisted they go, knowing a person as outgoing and extroverted as Jen needed to socialize to feed her soul.

The huge game room in Tony's apartment building was packed with partygoers. Despite her reluctance over going, Jen soon found herself having fun, laughing and bopping around like a social butterfly. As it approached midnight, Jen felt a hand on her elbow. Her smile disappeared when she saw who it was. Wes.

"What are you doing here?" Jen whispered, nervously looking around for Mike. She didn't see him.

"Tony's my friend too," Wes pointed out, his tone adding a "duh" to his words. "I need to talk to you."

"Are you crazy?" Jen whispered, again looking around for Mike.

"Jen, come on, we know each other, it's okay to talk," Wes said.

Jen knew Wes was right. She was talking to everyone else, why not Wes? It was all innocent. "Okay, what do you want?" she asked, forcing herself not to look around for Mike again as that only made her look guilty. "Is Steph here?" 

"Yeah, she's talking to Brian and Allie someplace," Wes said. "Can you get away tomorrow? For an hour or two?"

"Are you fucking crazy?!" Jen asked incredulously.

"God I miss your body," Wes said, running his finger across her stomach. 

Jen swatted his hand away. "Don't touch me," she growled in a low voice.

Undeterred, Wes grinned and looked her up and down. "Nice dress," he said. "I like your shoes."

Jen flushed. She was wearing her "little black" interview dress and black high heels. Wes had fucked her in the dress and high heels when she visited the Hershey marketing department. Since then she'd worn the high heels for Wes on more than one of their hookups. The memory of those hookups - of getting fucked so good by Wes - made her moist.

"You miss me too, right?" he said, reading her flushed face. "I'm about to bust a nut, seeing you. How about it, tomorrow?"

"Tomorrow is freaking New Year's day," Jen whispered in a chastising tone. 

"Tell Mike you're gonna work out," Wes suggested. "I'll tell Steph the same thing. I'll meet you by the gym. At 2."

"You're crazy," Jen said. But Wes heard indecision in her voice. He could tell she was tempted. It was something chemical, a compatibility, they couldn't resist it, their bodies ached for each other.

Jen gave Wes another look before turning away. She maneuvered through the crowd, looking for Mike. She felt flushed, her pussy moist, she was practically panting. She couldn't let Mike see her like this. She turned towards the makeshift bar. She needed a drink. She gulped down a vodka shot, then carrying a red Solo cup of beer, she went in search of Mike.

When midnight struck Jen melted into Mike's arms and they kissed. They were in a sea of humanity, surrounded by countless balloons being batted around and everyone laughing and drinking in the New Year. Everyone was kissing, some kisses passionate, some loving (like Mike and Jen's), some platonic. Mike and Jen were momentarily separated by a wall of people. Seeing his opportunity, Wes walked up to Jen. "How about a kiss?" he asked giving her a charming, boyish grin.

"No Wes," she said firmly, looking around for Mike.

"Just a friendly kiss," Wes said. He abruptly pulled her into his arms and covered her lips with his. It was anything but a friendly kiss, way more passionate than platonic. When Jen finally pulled away she was panting. Her nipples were hard and she was soaking. She wanted to fuck Wes! 

But then reality hit. Shooting Wes a glare, she turned to search for Mike. Luckily, most people were drunk and still kissing, so no one noticed Wes passionately kissing her (or if they did they assumed it was just drunken partying).

Sometime later Jen found herself with Mike in a small circle talking to Allie, Brian, Wes and Steph. Jen of course felt incredibly uncomfortable, holding onto her boyfriend's arm while talking to her lover's fiancée. 

"Hey Jen, Wesley says you're interning at Hershey this summer," Allie said with a grin. "Cool gig."

"Um, well, maybe," Jen said awkwardly. "I guess I still have to officially interview." Feeling like she should say something nice about her fiancée, she looked at Steph and added "Wes was great introducing me around."

"I think Wesley and I saw you at the We Are bar once," Steph said to Jen. 

"Oh did you?" Jen sputtered. "I don't think I saw you and Wes." Realizing she was probably sounding like she was hiding something, she forced a laugh and said "I'm a lush, I was probably drunk."

Mike noticed Jen calling Wesley "Wes," while everyone else (including his fiancée Steph) called him "Wesley." He asked Jen about it later. "Why's everyone call him Wesley, and you call him Wes?" he asked.

"Oh did I? I don't know," Jen stammered, pretending like it was a blonde moment. Mike frowned but didn't pursue it.

***********

Both Mike and Jen drank too much at Tony's party, so they slept late and then nursed mild hangovers after lunch. As the effects of the hangovers wore off, Jen's horniness returned. Her body was still charged up from her encounters with Wes last night. She looked at the clock. It was 1:15. Wes would be at the gym at 2. She could meet him, go someplace for a quick fuck, and then be back with Mike before dinner time. Her body craved Wes, she wanted him inside her, she wanted him to pound her from behind like a slutty dog. God she was so horny!

Mike was lazing in bed, watching ESPN. Jen sat next to him. "Feeling better honey?" she asked him, affectionately brushing her fingers through his hair. 

"Yeah, you?" Mike asked smiling at her.

"Yeah, better," she said hugging him. She smiled at him and gave him a brief, affectionate kiss. She kissed him again, longer. She kissed him yet again, this time slipping her tongue into his mouth.

Mike quickly got the message. He wrapped his arms around Jen and returned her kisses. Jen unbuttoned Mike's shirt as he fondled her. She urgently pulled off his pants as he kissed her and groped her tits. 

Jen kicked off her jeans and tights. She desperately wanted Mike to take her from behind and fuck her rough and hard like a cheap whore. But she knew that wasn't in Mike's gentle nature. She could ask him to fuck her hard like a slutty dog, beg him to take her that way this time. But she didn't, being too afraid of acting different. She didn't want Mike to see a change in her and suspect something. 

So instead Jen got on top of Mike. That was his favorite position, with her on top. She lowered herself on him until he was all the way inside. Then she moved up and down on him. She didn't fuck him frantically (like she yearned for), but slow and deliberately. There was passion and intensity there, but mostly love, as they hugged and kissed each other as she slowly moved up and down his shaft.

Maybe it was because Mike was still partially hung over, but for whatever reason, he didn't cum fast. Jen worked him, adjusting her movements so the flat of his cock rubbed across her clit. Her strokes were short because his cock was short. She felt him inside her, but he didn't stretch her. She yearned for LONG strokes and the FULLNESS of a big thick cock. God she was so horny! For the first time in their relationship -the very first time - Jen wished her boyfriend was bigger. She wished he was longer and thicker. She wished he was more aggressive. She wished he'd throw her on the bed and roughly fuck her brains out.

Mike held off long enough so she was able to cum. But it was only a mild orgasm, not the mind blowing, hair splitting, toe curling orgasms she got from Wes (and from Colin, in her past). 

Afterwards, Jen snuggled with Mike. This was the best part, being in the arms of the man she loved. But even though her heart was filled with love, she couldn't help looking at the clock. It was only 130. Their sex had lasted barely 15 minutes. Wes would be at the gym at 2. Thirty minutes. More than enough time to clean up, dress and hurry over. She could meet Wes there and get the hard fucking her body desperately needed.

It would be easy, Mike was already half asleep. She'd let Wes take her while Mike napped. Let Wes fuck her from behind like a slutty dog. Then she'd come home to Mike. 

Mike would never know. She'd make it up to him. She'd snuggle with Mike, lavish him with oodles of attention all night long. Then later before bed she'd give him a blowjob. And tomorrow morning too, she'd go down on him again. How was this not a good plan? 

But Jen knew it was a disaster of a plan. First of all, her pussy would look used after being with Wes. But mostly, she couldn't do that to her sweet, gentle boyfriend.

Jen sighed, forcing her horniness and desire away. She pulled Mike's arm tighter around her. He was sleeping after their afternoon sex. Looking away from the clock, she closed her eyes and tried to nap too.

**********

Jen's iPhone buzzed. She looked at the screen. It was a text from Wes again. The first word of the text was "INTERNSHIP!"

It was the beginning of February, a month since Mike returned to Cambridge. Wes had been repeatedly calling and texting her. Why couldn't he leave her alone? Mike was coming home in April, less than 3 months away. She wanted to be faithful. No more cheating. 

Normally Jen didn't answer Wes's calls or read his texts. In fact, she hadn't spoken to him since the New Year's Eve party. Curious this time, she opened the text. It said: "INTERNSHIP! Ignore me if you want. But if you want the summer internship you better call."

Jen frowned and sighed. After a moment she called Wes. "What's up?" she asked.

"Oh, so you're not dead, I wasn't sure," Wes said sarcastically.

"Come on Wes," Jen said wearily. She didn't want to get into it, and Wes very well knew why she hadn't responded. "What's up with the internship?"

"All business huh?" Wes said with sarcasm in his voice again. "Whatever," he said relenting. "If you want the internship you have to come in for a formal interview. My boss likes you, but it's a requirement."

Jen thought about it. A marketing internship would look really good on her resume. She'd have to deal with Wes but she could handle him, especially since Mike would be there living with her in Hershey. Making a decision, she said "Okay, when?"

Jen had to interview with 4 people in the marketing department. Wes ushered her around from one interview to the next. "I'm your sponsor, I'm supposed to chaperone you around," he said, explaining Hershey's summer interview process.

"Okay," Jen said with a shrug.

"Don't sound so excited," Wes said sarcastically. Jen didn't reply.

A little later, as they walked from Jen's second interview to her third, Wes asked "So you hate me."

"I don't hate you Wes," Jen said. "It had to end."

Wes was silent a few moments. Then he asked "How's Mike?"

"He's awesome," Jen said enthusiastically. Mike had been excited about her interview, he was so incredibly supportive. "How's Steph?"

"Fine," Wes said with a shrug. He looked lost in thought for a moment. Then he grinned and said "Nice dress by the way."

Jen flushed. She was wearing the same black interview dress and heels. "Don't be a jerk okay?" she whispered. "I don't have a lot of money, it's the only business outfit I have, okay?"

"Sorry," Wes whispered back, feeling like an ass.

After the 4th interview, Wes said "Some of us are going to Houlihan's ..."

"I think I'll just crash," Jen said.

"Okay," Wes said with a disappointed shrug. "I'll drive you back to the Lodge."

They drove the short distance. Night was falling as Wes parked. He said "You'll hear about the internship in a week or two. I think you'll get it, everyone really likes you."

Jen softened. She'd given him the cold shoulder all day, but he'd done her a big favor by opening doors at Hershey. Wes wasn't the bad guy here, their affair had been as much her as him.

"Listen," she began. "It's just ... I love Mike."

"I get that Jen," he said. "I'm with Steph. We both have someone else."

"What we did was wrong," Jen said.

"We did it for a reason," Wes insisted.

"Why?" Jen asked.

Wes lightly stroked his hand across Jen's cheek. She shuddered, his touch was like a bolt of electricity through her body. "You know why," he whispered.

Jen stared into Wes's eyes, her heart pounding. She felt all her defenses falling. Not able to resist, she put her hand on his chest. She trailed her hand down, feeling his hard, well defined chest and abs through the thin material of his shirt. "Come up," she whispered, her body surrendering to him.

Wes smiled. He leaned forward and kissed her. Jen kissed him back, but then pulled away.

"Not here," she said nervously. It wasn't quite dark, anyone could see.

They went up to her room in the Chocolate Lodge. They were all over each other immediately, frantically tearing at each other's clothes. Wes turned Jen around and roughly shoved her against the wall. He rammed his cock into her soaking pussy and began pounding her hard and fast. They hadn't fucked in almost two months, and it was like he was trying to make up for the lost time in a single fuck. 

With her face smashed against the wall, Jen grunted and was forced onto her tip toes with each upward stroke. She had one hand on the wall and one on Wes's hip for balance. She was impaled on Wes's cock and it felt so good! His cock was so wonderfully long and thick, and he was fucking her hard! Rough! Ramming her face against the wall! He wasn't fucking her like a girlfriend or a delicate princess, but like a cheap slut, and she loved it!

After they both came they got into bed, both of them panting. "God I so needed that," Wes said with a laugh.

Jen didn't reply. She was still panting, basking in the hard fucking and intense orgasm Wes just gave her. She also felt guilty at cheating on Mike again.

Reading her mind, Wes said "I don't think about Steph when I'm with you." That's how he dealt with the guilt. He compartmentalized. 

"I can do that when we're having sex," Jen said. "But after ..."

"So we should fuck all the time," Wes joked with a laugh.

"I think we already do that," Jen said with a laugh back. She caressed his chest, tracing the ridges of his well-defined pecs and abs with her fingertips. "Why can't I resist you?" she asked.

Wes's body so turned her on. But it was more than his body. It was the way he treated her. Not like a cherished girlfriend. But like an object, a toy. Not asking, taking. Using her body to pleasure himself. She shuddered at these thoughts.

"You okay?" Wes asked, feeling her body shake.

"Yeah," Jen said in a husky voice. She was getting horny again being next to Wes, feeling his hard body against hers.

Wes sensed her returning passion. His cock was coming back to life too. "Suck me," he told her.

Jen looked at him, then looked at his cock. He was half hard and getting harder. His shaft was wet with her pussy juices and his sperm. 

She reached for a towel to wipe him off before going down on him but he stopped her. "Clean me off," he told her. "With your mouth."

Jen gave Wes another long look, not saying anything.

"Come on, do it," Wes said, taking the back of her head and forcing her face onto his cock. Jen didn't resist. She opened her mouth and sucked him, licking up and down his shaft, cleaning him and getting him hard. The entire time Wes held the back of her head, making sure she didn't pull away. Having his hand there, "forcing" her to service him, it made her dizzy with lust. 

Wes threw Jen onto her hands and knees. He mounted her from behind. As he rammed her hard, he roughly slapped her ass. Jen squealed with every slap. "You're a slut, aren't you?!" Wes growled as he slapped and fucked her.

"God yeah, yeah, yeah," Jen moaned. He was slapping her so hard her eyes watered up from the pain, but she loved it! 

"You're my slut aren't you?!" he hissed with another slap.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm your slut!" Jen cried as she came on his cock.

Afterwards Jen lay with his arm around her. "You know, I'm not your slut," she told him, pulling away. "I'm not your anything."

"You go hot and cold," Wes pointed out, frustrated. When Jen didn't respond, he shrugged and said "It's just sex Jen. It's okay to have fun when you're fucking."

"Yeah, I guess ...," Jen said. Wanting to change the subject, she asked "I thought you said Steph calls you Wes."

"What?" 

"You said your close friends call you Wes. But they don't. Steph calls you Wesley, so does Brian."

"I don't know," Wes said with a shrug. "I like Wes better. I like it when you call me Wes. Is it a big deal?"

"No," Jen said with a shrug back.

"So keep calling me Wes," he said with a grin.

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. Then she thought of Mike and felt guilty again. She sat up and said "Maybe you better go."

The blanket fell away when Jen sat up. Wes looked at Jen's flat tummy and small perky tits. He put his hand on her stomach, impressed by how firm she was. "The night's still young," he said caressing down her stomach towards her pussy. 

"I've got to drive back early," Jen said, pulling the blanket up to her neck. She rubbed her temples. "I'm getting a headache too. Please Wes."

Wes looked sourly at Jen, but relented with a shrug. He got dressed. He tried giving Jen a passionate goodbye kiss, hoping she'd change her mind, but she pulled away and only gave him a quick kiss on the lips. Disappointed and frowning, he left.

Jen felt a migraine coming on. She'd had them sporadically all her life, since puberty. Often they were debilitating. 




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 07



She was lonely and missed Mike. She wanted to call him, wanted to hear his voice, but didn't feel like she deserved him. 

She turned off the lights. The migraine was pounding her head. Part of her felt like she deserved it, as punishment for her faithlessness. She closed her eyes and hoped sleep would make the pain go away.

***********

For the next two months, Jen hooked up with Wes whenever he was in town (which was almost every weekend, Wes often making the drive just to see Jen). Their bodies were so compatible, they craved each other, their sex was always incredible. 

Wes became a familiar thing in Jen's life. They shared a closeness. The kissing and touching, their bodies connected, the sharing of fluids, it was impossible for Jen not to get close to Wes. She didn't love him, he wasn't her boyfriend. But he was more than a friend, certainly more than a fuck buddy. She didn't know what it was. They were connected, not just physically, but emotionally too. They shared - they had - an intimacy.

Jen and Mike still texted and talked every Saturday, but she felt distant from him. Christmas seemed so long ago. Was it because she was with Wes so much? Was it because she depended on Wes to satisfy her physical needs? 

Jen drew the line at sleeping with Wes. She wouldn't sleep with him, at least not overnight. But they spent a lot of time together (practically all Sunday during their hookups) and often they napped together after sex. When she awoke, she was usually in Wes's arms. That always led to more sex. In fact they acted like newlyweds, not able to get enough of each other. 

It wasn't all sex. They didn't venture out of his hotel room, but they hung out, laughing, talking, reading, watching TV, Jen doing her homework, Wes doing work stuff. Jen didn't hold his hand the way she did with Mike. But she didn't resist when Wes put his arm around her, and she enjoyed being with him, she had fun. And of course, their sex was freaking amazing.

Their affair came to a head as March turned into April. Mike was returning home soon. Coincidentally, Steph's residency in Philly was ending and she was planning to move in with Wes (still her fiancée) as they planned the next stage of their life together.

"This has to be the last time," Jen told Wes as she got dressed to go back to the sorority house. Mike would be home in two weeks. Jen needed the time for her body to return to normal, so there would be no evidence of Wes when Mike got home. It probably wouldn't take that long, but she didn't want to take any chances.

"You say that so casually, like how's the weather," Wes said. "Doesn't this bother you, breaking up?"

"We're not breaking up," Jen told him. "We're ending our affair. There's a big difference. Mike's coming home. So is Steph. It has to end Wes."

"Why?" Wes said. "Maybe we should try it for real. We get along. Our sex is great."

"Our sex is great," Jen agreed. "But sex isn't love." She smiled and softly brushed her hand across his cheek. "I like you Wes. We do get along. But that's not enough, just getting along. You get that right?"

"Yeah," Wes said with a reluctant shrug. He didn't look convinced, but he wasn't going to force Jen into anything.

Jen nodded, looking a little unsure herself. "We probably shouldn't call each other," she said.

"Cold turkey huh?" Wes said, sarcasm and bitterness in his voice.

Jen shrugged slightly. "Goodbye Wes," she said turning to go.

Wes grabbed her hand. He smiled and said, "Who knows, in another life maybe you and I end up together."

Jen gave him a brief smile. "Goodbye Wes," she said again. She gave him a brief kiss on the lips. Then she was gone.

Back at the sorority house, Jen carefully deleted all traces of Wes from her iPhone. She washed all her clothes and sheets. She got a big bucket of soapy water and thoroughly washed the inside of Mike's car. She even went to Mike's apartment (when Ricky wasn't there) and washed his bed sheets and scrubbed down the sofa where she and Wes had fucked.

With all that taken care of, Jen had time to reflect on her affair with Wes. She was never going to see him again, at least not intimately. Sure they might run into each other, see each other at parties, go to dinner as a group, but she might never have another conversation alone with him. The realization made her sad. It WAS like breaking up. 

Jen knew she didn't love Wes. But they were close, they'd shared a lot together. She couldn't deny she had feelings for him. The loss of their relationship brought a tear to her eye.

Her affair also made her worried about her relationship with Mike. She fell for Wes so easily. Did that say something about her feelings for Mike, her commitment to him? Did she really love him? 

***************

Mike's family threw him a "Welcome Home" party, so Jen flew to his family home. This discouraged her. She wanted to start reconnecting with Mike immediately, but that had to wait until they got back to State College. It didn't help Mike's mom made them sleep in different rooms. For Jen the lack of sex was secondary; she just wanted alone time with Mike.

Jen tried to be happy and bubbly. But even as she socialized with his family, she had nagging doubts. She was uncertain about her feelings for Mike. Not too long ago, she'd been convinced they'd eventually marry. But now? She was only 20. Was she old enough - mature enough - to make those kind of life commitment-type decisions?

After two days of family activities, Mike finally had a moment alone with Jen. "Sorry about this," he said sheepishly. "Thanks for being so good with my family."

"Of course baby," Jen assured him, hugging his arm.

"I'd rather be at school alone with you," he said smiling at her.

"Me too," Jen admitted, smiling back. Then she grimaced at the sharp pain in her head.

"Are you okay?" he asked concerned, tenderly brushing the soft blonde hair from her forehead.

"Yeah," Jen said. "Just a headache." She felt dizzy and staggered a little. 

Mike steadied her. "Migraine?" 

"Yeah, I've been getting them a lot lately."

"Come on," he said, guiding her to the bedroom. He laid her down, then made her take two Advil and drink a big glass of water. "You might be dehydrated," he said.

"I read something about migraines," he said, closing the curtains to make the room dark. He sat next to her on the bed and began gently massaging her forehead and temples.

"Feels good baby," Jen said, her eyes closed.

Mike moved to her neck and shoulders, stroking up and down, back and forth. Then, following the guidance from the article he read, he massaged her hands and feet. 

"Feels good baby," Jen sighed in a sleepy, barely audible voice. Mike's therapy was working, she felt the migraine ebb away. Moments later she was asleep.

Mike sat with Jen as she slept, looking at her in the almost darkness. God he loved her. Their time apart only made him want her more. Physically she was perfect, especially for him since he preferred pretty blondes with petite, small breasted figures and long legs. It wasn't just her outsides though, Mike loved Jen's insides. She was outgoing and bubbly, and nice to everyone (part of that, he knew, was because of Jen's desire to be liked). 

Mike knew Jen loved sex. Before they started going out he knew her reputation as a fun loving girl who dated a lot of guys (when she wasn't on Colin's arm). People didn't openly call her a slut or an easy lay, she was too popular for people to brandish those kinds of words about her. Still, she had a reputation, and Mike pursued her despite that.

Or maybe because of it? The fact was, despite his negative feelings about the "populars," he relished going out with a popular girl. His insecurities spiked when he saw guys hit on Jen, and he felt kicked in the gut when Jen flirted back. But those things turned him on too. He didn't know why, especially since he felt like Jen was way out of his league, and was in constant fear she would eventually dump him for a better looking, charismatic, GQ-type guy. 

It made no sense. When he saw Jen flirt with a guy, or looked at the pictures where she clearly got off on sex with Colin, it spiked his insecurities and jealousies. But those things got him rock hard too. What was wrong with him?

At that moment Jen's iPhone rang. He quickly picked it up and muted it, not wanting Jen to wake up. He saw the caller id. It said "Wes." (Jen had tried to clean her iPhone, but she neglected to delete Wes from the Recents folder.)

Mike stared at the name as it flashed on the screen. Wes. Not Wesley, but Wes. No one called him Wes. Only Jen. Why was she the only person who called him Wes?

Mike was tempted to hack into Jen's iPhone. But did he want to know? Because if he knew, if he knew for certain, what then? 

He played the scenarios out in his head. In all of them, they broke up. Maybe not immediately, but eventually. And that wasn't an acceptable outcome. He didn't want a life without Jennifer Johnson. Frankly, he didn't care what Jen did or didn't do while he was in England. All he cared about was she was with him, now. Now. That's all he cared about.

Mike put the iPhone back in Jen's purse and watched her as she slept.

Jen stirred a couple hours later. She opened her eyes and smiled seeing Mike there. "Where's everybody?" she asked.

"They went out to dinner," Mike said, stroking her long blonde hair. "How do you feel?"

"The migraine's gone," Jen said beaming at him. "What you did was freaking awesome. I never thought a foot massage would help a headache."

"Yeah, it's like reflexology," Mike told her. "I read about it."

"You read about how to make my migraines go away?" she asked. She hugged him and said "You're the best guy." As she did her thoughts flashed to Wes. While Mike had been working to find ways to ease her headaches, she'd been fucking Wes behind his back. She felt like a terrible, worthless cheat. She knew she didn't deserve Mike.

"There are pressure points on the bottom of your feet," Mike said, touching Jen's feet. She was wearing a clingy turtleneck, short skirt and tights. He ran his fingertips along the soles of her feet. "You press against the pressure points, and rub between them," he explained. His heart quickened as he reveled in the feel of the cotton tights encasing her pretty feet.

"So I guess you're a masseuse now," Jen teased with a grin. "The dance department has a massage class. Maybe I'll take it and give you massages. Would you like that baby?" Jen ran her hand over Mike's leg. She could tell he was horny. That wasn't a surprise, they'd had no alone time for sex yet. "Would you baby?" she asked again, cupping his erection with her hand.

"Everyone won't get home for another hour," Mike said, breathing hard.

"Make love to me baby," Jen said pulling him to her.

"You're sure you're okay?" Mike said, brushing the hair from her brow and looking concerned.

Jen smiled at him. That was her Mike. Maybe he didn't take her rough like Wes, or Colin. Maybe he didn't treat her like a slut and fuck her from behind. But he was always thinking about her. He was always putting her on a pedestal. How could she not want that? That ... adoration? 

Her thoughts flashed to Wes again, and the guilt over her cheating returned. But she pushed it out of her mind. She knew Mike needed release. She wanted to make it really good for him. She didn't want to think about anything except giving pleasure to her sweet boyfriend.

She reached for his belt but Mike had other ideas. "Lay down," he said gently pushing her back onto her back. He got between her legs, running his hands over her tights. He pushed her skirt up around her waist as he ran his hands up her thighs.

Jen knew Mike was into her legs and feet. Some girls might be bothered by that, but Jen wasn't. She found herself intrigued - and turned on - by his kinks. He was so straight-laced in other things, so brilliant with math and computers, yet he was a kinky boy. She found the combination sexy.

She raised her foot to his face and pressed her toe against his lips. "Massage my foot some more Mike," she said.

Mike didn't have to be asked twice. He took her foot in both hands, massaging and caressing her. He pressed the sole of her foot against his nose, inhaling deeply and smelling the leather of her flats, the muskiness of wearing shoes all day. Playing into his fantasy, Jen reached for her shoes. They were black, pointy toe Mia flats. "Put these on me baby," she told Mike.

Breathing hard, his head practically spinning, Mike put the flats on Jen's pretty, petite feet. "You like this?" she asked, pressing the pointy toe of one foot against his cheek.

"Yesssss," Mike said, the one word coming out like a groan.

"And this?" Jen said, pressing her other foot against his hard-on.

"God yeah," Mike groaned.

Jen was getting her cum face on, their playing was turning her on. With heavy lidded eyes, she pressed the pointy toe of one foot into Mike's mouth. She moaned when he didn't hesitate to lick the sole of her Mia flat shoe. She didn't know why, but this scene was turning her on beyond belief. She reached for him and opened her legs. "Fuck me baby," she implored him.

Mike moved up between her legs. He took the crotch of her tights in his hands. "I'll buy you new ones okay?" 

"Okay," Jen said with a weak smile. Part of her screamed for him to take her. "Don't ask, do what you want, take me," she thought. But she knew Mike wasn't like that. He was gentle, and he always treated her like a princess, a cherished girlfriend. She trusted him, he would never hurt her. How could she fault that?

Mike ripped the off-white tights at her crotch. He pulled her panties aside. He looked at her pussy a long time.

So long, in fact, that she worried she looked different to him, stretched by getting regularly fucked by Wes's long thick cock. But she'd inspected herself carefully before joining him at his parents', she was certain her pussy had returned to its "pre-Wesley" tightness. Still ...

"Is there something wrong baby?" she asked hesitantly.

"... you're so beautiful," Mike gushed, stroking his finger up and down between her pussy lips.

Jen was so relieved! "Make love to me Mike," she reaching for him.

But Mike had other things in mind. He lowered his head and began eating her out. He took his time, using all his tricks, bringing her right to the edge, and then easing her back. Soon Jen was writhing under his tongue, moaning and clutching the sheets. "Come on Mike!" she said frustrated, thrusting up her hips.

"You like this?" Mike asked, pressing a finger into her but staying away from her clit.

"Mike come on," she whined, his finger like a tease.

He licked her clit as he finger fucked her. But after a few moments he stopped.

"Baby please!" Jen whined again. 

Mike tore a bigger hole in Jen's tights. Holding her hips with her legs open, he raised her ass off the bed. Then he went down low and licked her puckered asshole.

"Oh god," Jen groaned, her head rolling back. Mike was the only boy to ever do this to her. He didn't do it often, but when he did ... The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful. It was like when he licked the inside of her ear or caressed the back of her knee, she loved it but couldn't take for very long. "Baaaabyyyyy ...," she moaned.

Mike switched his finger from her pussy to her ass. Lubricated with her juices, he pushed his finger halfway in. Then, finger fucking her ass, he licked her clit hard and fast. 

Jen couldn't control herself as her orgasm hit. She screamed and arched her back violently as intense bolts of orgasmic pleasure ripped through her body. "Oh god oh god oh god," she chanted as her body shuddered with aftershocks of her climax. 

Then she was mortified. "Did your parents hear?" she asked horrified. How would she ever look Mike's mom and dad in the face again? 

"They won't be home for at least another half hour," Mike assured her.

"Okay," Jen said relieved. Then she gave him a crooked smile. "Where did you learn to do that?" She added with a teasing frown, "If you hooked up with Emma Watson ..."

"Migraines aren't the only things I read about," Mike said grinning back.

"Oh my god, there is no way you learned that from a book," Jen said with a laugh.

Mike continued to smile. Then he got serious, saying "I've been thinking about this night. Our first time back together. I wanted to make you feel good."

Jen stared at Mike, processing his words. He'd thought about this. Planned it. Researched it even. How to give her pleasure. She looked with awe at him. Was there a more considerate boyfriend in the world?

She recovered, wiping the awe from her face and turning it into a teasing, crooked grin. That was how she'd played it her entire life, playing hard to get to keep her man on his toes. "Well, that's how it should be mister," she said. She gave him a kiss to make sure he knew she was teasing.

She glanced at the clock. They had another 25 minutes. Not a lot of time since they had to clean up too. But there was no way she was going to leave Mike hanging.

She stripped off her turtleneck, skirt and bra. She left the tights on, knowing it would excite Mike. 

She straddle Mike's hips (knowing he liked her on top), then lowered herself on him. "I missed you so much," she said truthfully, looking into his eyes as she moved up and down on him. "I love you baby."

"I love you too," Mike said, about to explode.

"Really?" Jen said, feeling insecure. "Promise?"

"I'll always love you," Mike gushed.

Hearing Mike's unconditional love, Jen lost it. She buried her head in the crook of his neck and sobbed. Even as she did, she continued to move up and down on him. Moments later Mike came.

"What's wrong?" Mike asked as he recovered from his orgasm, stroking her long blonde hair.

"Nothing, I'm okay," Jen lied, forcing the tears away. "I'm so happy you're home." Get a grip! Jen told herself. Wes won't say anything, no one knows. Mike will never found out. He'll dump you if you confess. So don't say anything!

Jen reconnected with Mike during that long weekend at his parents. After the initial couple days of round-the-clock family activities, the young couple managed to get some alone time. Maybe Mike's parents realized their son and the girl he adored needed time to themselves.

It was the first time Jen visited Mike's family home. They took long walks through the woods behind his house. Mike gave Jen a tour of his high school. They went to a movie, and later a drink with Ben, Mike's best friend from high school. 

They held hands a lot, hugged, little kisses, laughed and joked around, talked about their future together. By the end of the weekend they were a couple again, committed to each other, inseparable. 

The feelings she had for Wes quickly faded away. They were like a weak shadow of what she felt for Mike. True, their sex had been amazing. But now Jen realized it'd just been physical. Any emotional attachment had been only a temporary infatuation, nothing real, nothing close to permanent.

Jen's cheating weighed on her. The more she reconnected with Mike, the closer she got to him, the more she felt like she had to confess her unfaithfulness. She owed that to Mike. She was terrified he'd dump her. But her cheating was clearly wrong. She'd betrayed him. He was too good a person, too good a boyfriend, she had to tell him.

Back at Penn State, Jen was with Mike in his room. (Sam was away doing an interview for a summer internship.) Jen undressed and put on Mike's frat t-shirt as they got ready to go to bed. She left her tights on though, knowing Mike really liked that.

"So I talked to Ricky," Mike said. "I'm moving back to the apartment. We'll share the bedroom. He's not there a lot because of baseball. So we'll have the apartment to ourselves a lot."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 07



"Oh okay," Jen said, barely hearing Mike. She was nervous. She'd decided to confess her affair to him. She had to, he deserved at least that. But what if he broke up with her? Jen loved him so much, she desperately needed him, she didn't know what she'd do if he dumped her. 

But he wouldn't kick her out half dressed, right? So she had all night to make up with him, to apologize, to beg his forgiveness and another chance, to convince him not to break up. She planned to use all her charms to keep Mike from breaking up with her. That's why she was wearing a little lipstick and spritzed on some perfume behind her ears and between her breasts, even though they were going to bed. That's why she brushed her hair until it was a silky luster. That's why she was wearing the tights, and a lily white lacy bra underneath his frat shirt.

"Um, honey," Jen began, sitting cross-legged in bed and holding his hand. "I need to tell you something."

"About what?" Mike asked, his heart suddenly in his throat.

"Um ... something that happened while you were away," Jen said. She was clutching his hand now. She looked down, ashamed. "Something I did. It's kinda bad. I mean not kinda. It was bad." Tears welled up in her eyes. "I feel so terrible about it." She paused, gathering her courage. Then she began the story. "It started at Tony's pool party -."

"Wait Jen," Mike said cutting her off. He didn't want to hear this. Thinking fast, he sputtered out "Did you see the movie Family Man? The one with Nicolas Cage?"

"What?" Jen said, confused by his abrupt change of subject.

"You know, ah, what's her name? Tea Leoni, she was in it too. Did you see it?"

"Um, I don't think so," Jen said hesitantly.

"It was this time travel, alternative universe movie."

"Okay," Jen prompted, not knowing where Mike was going with this. 

"Nicolas Cage got to see 2 lives," Mike explained. "In one life, he and Tea dated in college, but they went different directions after graduation. He got rich, owned a penthouse in New York City, lived like a playboy. Like a young Donald Trump. In the other life, they stayed together. They got married and had kids. He wasn't rich, he sold used cars. But he was happy. There was this critical moment where Nicolas had to pick which life he wanted. So he picked the ordinary life with Tea and their kids."

"Sounds like a cute movie," Jen said, still not understanding.

"I'm just saying, if that happened to me," Mike said, looking into Jen's eyes, "I'd always pick you. Always."

Jen stared at Mike, stunned.

"I don't care what happened," Mike said still looking into her eyes. "All I care about is you're here with me."

Suddenly Jen was crying. Mike pulled her into his arms. "It's okay baby," he said soothingly, gently kissing her face. "I don't care what happened. You're mine, that's all that matters."

"I'm so sorry Mike," Jen said, sobbing.

"You're mine, right?" Mike asked, hugging her.

"Yes I'm yours," Jen said hugging him tight. "I'll always be yours," she promised.

They made love, and fell asleep holding each other. Jen didn't take the Hershey internship, instead spending the summer with Mike in State College again.

Jen never saw Wes again, or talked to Mike about what she did while he was away.

That is, until years later.

*****

Author's note: This flashback - the "Wesley flashback" - was inspired by "Between Jennifer and Marc." The author is Righteous (actually, the author is Jennifer herself). It's the journal of a wife who loses her way for a time, and has a passionate affair with another man. As the relationship with her lover intensifies, she begins questioning her marriage and the relationship she has with her husband. You can find it on the internet.

Reading the story, it made me wonder how close people are from straying from their marital vows. Time apart from your spouse, meeting someone you're attracted to, someone who aggressively pursues you. Is that all it takes to be unfaithful? 

The next chapter of Cheating and Rivals continues Book 1: Cheating. But we fast forward to the present, just after the end of Life After We.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 08



Continuing Book 1: Cheating. This part starts a few months after the end of Life After We. I guess I'll take this opportunity to remind everyone of the sequence of the books:

1: He Fucked My Girl
2: All In My Head
3: Making It Work
4: Consequences
5: Life After We
6: Cheating and Rivals

*****

"So what's the bottom line?" Jasmine Kelley asked her staff.

"What do you want first, the good news or bad?" Leo asked. 

"Just tell me," Jasmine snapped. She respected Leo. She liked him too, she'd known him forever mostly through her father. He was her chief political strategist, and if she ever won office he'd likely be her chief of staff. But sometimes he could be so irritating.

"Okay then," Leo said, doing his best to suppress a sigh. He was 15 years older than Jasmine, a power broker in the Democratic party. For over a decade he'd often been asked to mentor young rising stars like Jasmine Kelly. It wasn't always easy. She had a lot going for her, but patience wasn't one of her strong suits.

"As always, you're polling high among men, across all age groups," Leo said looking at the latest numbers. "But you're still weak with women, especially 18-35 and 35-50. Above 50 you're doing okay."

Jasmine studied the report, looking crestfallen. Her support among women actually FELL the last 6 months. With these poor numbers, there was no way she'd get the party's support in the next New York Senatorial race. Without party support her campaign was over before it started. She thought of what her father would say and shuddered. She was having dinner with her parents tonight. She wasn't looking forward to it, not with this news.

"Let's call it a day guys," Deidre said, seeing the depressed look on Jasmine's face. She was Jasmine's publicist and close confidant. Everyone began filing out of the conference room.

"It's ESPN," Jasmine said bitterly when she was alone with Deidre. "Girls still see me as a sports chick, they don't take me seriously."

"ESPN put you in the public eye, it was a good move taking that job," Deidre assured her. She said encouragingly, "Listen Jas, I'll call People Magazine and Entertainment Tonight, we'll get coverage of you in your CNN gig, that'll help."

"It hasn't helped so far," Jasmine lamented, looking gloomily at the polling numbers.

Deidre shrugged, knowing Jasmine was right. "Too bad you're not still going with Mike Andrews," she said wishfully. 

Jasmine glared at her publicist.

"Listen, I get it, he's an ass," Deidre said putting up both hands in surrender. "But face it Jas, taking his side was the best decision you ever made. You got a lot of credibility from even the people who thought Mike was a traitor. Going out with him helped too, Mr. I'm-too-non-commercial-to-be-Apple-code master. What a joke, with all the money he made on Wall Street. But he came across like a heroic Shakespeare character, and that rubbed off you in a good way."

"That's not why I fought for him, or went out with him," Jasmine insisted, frowning at Deidre.

"I get it Jas, I'm just saying," Deidre said. She asked cautiously "Have you thought about, you know, getting back together with him?"

"He's with that flat chested bitch," Jasmine said derisively. Then she softened and added "Anyway they have a baby."

"Is it even his?" Deidre asked. She could count months, just like everyone.

Jasmine shrugged, not wanting to get into it. She knew about the perverted games Mike and Jen played but had never mentioned it to anyone (other than Mike). "I think I'm done with men," Jasmine said. Since Mike she'd had two boyfriends, both disasters. Why did she even try anymore? All her relationships ended in disappointment and heartache.

"So what, you're turning lezzie on me?" Deidre said with a laugh. She joked, "That'll get the gay vote."

Jasmine grinned. But then her smile disappeared as she thought about seeing her father that night, and having to tell him the polling numbers. He'd asked of course. And then he'd deride her - again! - about her decision to take the ESPN job. He never missed a chance to remind her when he was right and she wrong. 

She was just as disappointed as her father though. She desperately wanted to win the Senate seat. That was her dream, to get into politics. She'd worked so hard to network with all the bigwigs in the Democratic party. Now her dreams were going to be dashed because women hated her?

**************

"Great job everyone, you all did really well," Mike said as he passed out the graded tests to his high school class. He felt proud seeing the young faces smiling back at him. He really enjoyed being a teacher. He got a lot of satisfaction teaching young minds, and he dealt better with teenagers than adults. 

After class Mike went to the office to pick up his mail. "Hello Mike, how's it going?" said a female voice behind him. Mike turned and saw Nancy. He suddenly felt awkward.

Nancy noticed his discomfort. "Do you have a moment?" she asked. Nancy closed the door as they went into her office.

"I've heard rave reviews from parents and students, I think you're going to be great at this," Nancy said smiling at him. "The hours are working for you?"

"Yes, they're great," Mike said. He was teaching just mornings as Maggie, their nanny, had afternoon classes at NYU. The schedule worked perfectly for Mike. He got to teach in the mornings and spend all afternoon with Anna, and then have dinner ready when Jen got home in the early evening. Still, he still felt uncomfortable around Nancy.

Nancy noticed. After a moment she said in a low voice "I really appreciate your discretion Mike."

Mike knew what she was talking about of course. Nancy regularly cheated on her husband Mac and Mike knew about it. "How's Mac?" he asked.

"He's good. Traveling again this week," Nancy said. She studied Mike. "You're uncomfortable knowing what I do, aren't you? Now that we're working together."

"You know what I do," Mike said with an awkward laugh.

"You and Jen still play?" Nancy asked, surprised. 

"No," Mike said immediately.

Nancy gave Mike a long look. Then she said "Something's bothering you Mike. Can you tell me? We're friends, right?"

Mike hesitated, then said with an awkward laugh "It's hard to explain." Gathering his thoughts, he said "What you do, I have to admit I find it exciting." He laughed again to cover his embarrassment. "But, I mean, I haven't told Jen. And I feel, I don't know. Guilty I guess."

It took Nancy a moment but then she got it. Mike got excited knowing she cheated on her husband. So in an indirect way, he was turned on by another woman - her. And that made him feel guilty because it was like having an illicit relationship with another woman.

"So tell Jen, I don't mind," Nancy said with a good natured laugh. "Maybe we can have drinks, get to know each other. I'd like Jen to be my friend too."

Mike gave her an appreciative smile. "I'm trying to stay away from any ... extramarital talk," he explained. "We're still kind of feeling our way, reconnecting. I don't want Jen to think I want to play the game again."

"Do you? Want to play again?"

Mike shook his head no. "I want my wife. I want my baby. I don't want to risk that again."

Nancy nodded, studying Mike. Her father had been an alcoholic, and at that moment Mike reminded her of him. An addict, trying not to fall off the wagon. "Well, you let me know if you want to get together for drinks," she said. Smiling encouragingly at him, she added "We'll do it when Mac is home, a double date."

Mike had fun playing with Anna that afternoon, but then he always did. He and Anna had grown really close. Her face lit up whenever he walked into the room. She still called him "My My" sometimes. She didn't really understand the difference between that and "Da Da." That was okay with Mike, because he knew she belonged to him.

Their relationship was easy, that of a father and daughter. Their love was uncomplicated and unconditional.

It was different with Jen of course. But then it always was with adults. No matter how much you loved each other, it was never uncomplicated, and there were always conditions.

They decided to go out for pizza for dinner. It was dress down Friday so Jen was in skinny jeans and a casual blouse. But she looked really good and Mike gave her an appreciative up and down glance. Jen still had her petite, leggy body, but her hips and behind were a little more womanly since having Anna, and her breasts were a little bigger too. The extra curves made her even more alluring, especially since her frequent workouts and dance classes kept her body tight and firm.

Jen held Anna as they walked from the loft apartment to a pizzeria down the street. Mike had his arm around his wife's waist. Then, as if by its own volition, his hand slid down to her ass and he curled his finger into the back pocket of her jeans. The movement was as much possessive as sexual. He was telling the world that she belonged to him.

Jen noticed. She smiled up at her husband and leaned into him as they walked down the street. Smiling into his eyes, she silently said to him "yeah, I belong to you."

Inside the pizzeria as they waited for a table, Mike noticed as guys checked out his wife. Jen paid no attention, as if oblivious to the men looking her up and down. He knew that was often an act. Jen DID notice the guys checking her out, but she pretended not to. Of course, sometimes Jen really didn't notice, and maybe that was the case now since she was playing with Anna. 

Mike saw a couple guys looking not at Jen's ass, but at a spot above her ass. He followed their eyes and saw Jen's stretchy blouse had hiked up a little while playing patty-cake with Anna. That, combined with her low rise jeans, fully exposed the tat above her ass. Mike lowered his hand and gently stroked the tattoo.

Jen smiled at Mike. "You like my tramp stamp?" she said grinning.

"You know I do," Mike said grinning back, his voice carrying a "duh" tone.

"Don't even try it mister, you used to hate it," she said, frowning playfully at him.

Mike shrugged, continuing to grin at her. He took his hand away but didn't pull down her blouse. He liked the idea of other guys looking at her bare lower back, and her tat. He noticed Jen didn't pull down her blouse either.

"How's work?" Jen asked.

For some reason, Mike's thoughts flashed to Nancy, making him feel guilty. "Really good," he said, trying to hide the guilt he felt from getting turned on by another woman. It wasn't so much Nancy turned him on, although she was an attractive woman. It was what Nancy did, cheating on her husband Mac. Nancy loved Mac, but she was cuckolding him. That turned Mike on. But still, he felt guilty.

Jen gave Mike a long look as if studying him, but didn't say anything.

Later that night after putting Anna down, Mike offhandedly said "I'm meeting Drums next week." He made sure to say it casually, as if it was no big deal, just two old frat brothers getting together for a beer.

"Oh," Jen said. Suddenly there was awkwardness between them. Since getting back together, they'd avoided discussions of the past, of their game playing. Instead, they'd concentrated on reconnecting, on healing the wounds of their separation. They focused on the future, not the mistakes from the past. 

That included not talking about Drums, Scott or Tom, and especially not Clint. They also didn't talk about Tara or Gia, and Jen got terribly upset at any mention - any hint - of Jasmine Kelly (by silent agreement, they never watched CNN). All they were doing was prolonging the inevitable, because there were issues they had to deal with. But first they needed time to heal without those outside distractions. Still, questions remained. Drums was one of them. Was he Anna's biological father?

"So um ... he agreed to the test?" Jen asked hesitantly. She was reluctant to even say her old lover's - her old boyfriend's - name.

Mike squeezed her hand. "I'll take care of it baby," he assured her.

"Okay," Jen said looking down. After a moment she said "You know it doesn't matter."

"It does," Mike insisted. He was convinced they needed to know if Drums or Joe was Anna's biological father, given Joe's cancer. Maybe it didn't matter - it probably didn't - but Mike wanted to know.

But knowing meant interacting with Drums, the man Jen fucked, the man she lived with like a husband, the man who probably got her pregnant. Jen betrayed Mike with Drums. She had toe curling orgasms with Drums while Mike rotted in jail. It was more than sex, they went to concerts, bike rides, parties. Mike didn't feel she betrayed him, but despite all his assurances, she felt she did. They were finally getting over all that. Did they really want to dredge up all that history?

"I'd rather you didn't see him," Jen said.

"You won't have to see him," Mike promised.

"It's just ... I don't want you to see him," Jen said. She could handle seeing Frankie. He was an ass, but she knew how to deal with asses, she'd been around them all her life. She didn't want her sweet Mike to talk to Frankie. She was afraid what he might say. Also what he might do. Frankie could be violent, he'd proven that.

"It's okay baby, I promise," he assured her, kissing her forehead.

Mike and Jen made love later that night. Like always, their sex was tender and loving, although not really passionate. Mike couldn't get enough of Jen's body, but always treated her - adored her - like his cherished wife. Almost always he went down on her first to make sure she came at least once. Then he used all his tricks - the ones he learned and practiced with Jasmine and Tara - to make her cum again on his cock. 

As Mike made love to her, Jen looked into his face, as if studying him. It was like she was looking passed his eyes into his soul. "What?" he asked.

"Nothing," she said, although she seemed to be holding something back. "I love you baby."

"I love you too," Mike said as he continued to slowly fuck her. He was able to keep from cumming and was rewarded with Jen climaxing on his cock. He came moments later.

After their sex, Jen snuggled in Mike's arm, panting. "You're okay?" he asked, brushing her blonde hair from her pretty face.

"I'm fine," she assured him, hugging him tight. "You're so freaking amazing baby," she gushed.

"You didn't, you know, fake it?" Mike asked hesitantly.

"Of course I didn't baby," Jen said honestly. She got up on her elbow and looked into Mike's eyes. "What's wrong honey?"

"Nothing," Mike said immediately, forcing a grin. The problem was though, he'd seen the passionate side of Jen, when she was out of control with lust, when she was desperately hungry for a good hard fucking. But that was in the past, with her lovers. He never saw that look - her cum face - with him. 

It wasn't easy setting up a meeting with Drums as he was touring both for his solo album (his second, another hit) and with the Ramones. Mike called Artie, the Ramones' manager. Of everyone associated with the Ramones - Drums, Jay and Mal - Artie seemed the most level headed and mature. Still, it was hard talking to Artie. The last time he'd seen him, Jen had been on her knees sucking him off (along with Mal and Jay). It'd been a wild night and Jen'd made him do things he didn't like thinking about. (Author's note: This happened in Consequences - Part 20).

"Hey Mike good to hear from you," Artie said brightly when Mike called. "You know, I followed your story. You're a fucking hero, you know? I'm glad you're out of jail."

"Thanks Artie," Mike said. The public was about 50/50 split over Liberty-Gate and whether he was a traitor or hero. It didn't surprise Mike that Artie was in the former camp, as he was in the music industry. He supported free expression and was suspicious of Big Brother government.

"How's your pretty wife?" Artie asked, a grin in his voice. "We're in New York City next week, you guys should party with us."

Mike realized Artie wasn't clued into all the drama that happened between him and Jen. But then, why would he be? Probably to Artie (and most of the people who knew them), Mike had been in jail for a year, he and Jen went through a tough patch, and now they were back together. It happened all the time to lots of couples (except the jail part). Mike realized that DID pretty much sum up what happened, although it was a lot more complicated and painful if you had to live it.

Mike knew why Artie wanted to party with Jen again. Artie knew Jen as a leggy blonde, really pretty and flirty, and open to pretty much anything sexually. Artie knew he and Jen fooled around with other people; in fact, Jen had pretended to be Drums' girlfriend for a while (with Mike's blessings). 

Artie didn't know Jen had changed. They'd both changed. 

"We've got a baby now, we don't party like before," Mike said.

"Oh okay," Artie said sounding disappointed. He half-heartedly added "Yeah, I remember hearing you and Jen had a kid, congrats." After a moment he said "We've got kids too you know, some of us." He chuckled. "Doesn't mean you have to stop having fun." 

"Yeah ...," Mike said. 

"That weekend at Penn State was epic," Artie said with smile, remembering. He added with a laugh, "You were out of control Mike. Goes to show, gotta watch out for the quiet ones."

"Yeah well ..." Mike said, embarrassed. He didn't like thinking about it. Mal's cock had been in his mouth. The Ramones lead singer who looked like Ben Affleck had fucked his face. And Jen had gotten off on it.

Artie sensed Mike's embarrassment. He quickly said "Hey Mike, don't worry about it. You were drunk right? Crazy things happen on tour, I can tell you stories. Mal's cool about it, so is Jay. Hell, if anything they feel like shitheads for acting like assholes. Seriously, we'd like to see you and Jen again."

"I'll, ah, check with Jen," Mike said noncommittally. "Might depend on getting a babysitter," he added, using the standard excuse of all parents. "But listen, I need to talk to Drums. Can you set something up?"

"I thought you were friends," Artie said.

"It's complicated," Mike said. "I'm not sure he'll want to talk to me. But if you set it up ..."

"I get it," Artie said. He knew Drums and Jen were hot and heavy for a while. They were practically living together while Mike was in jail. Artie had assumed Mike was okay with it, since they seemed to have an open marriage. Obviously things weren't that simple. In fact, now that he thought about it, Drums had been in a bad way back then, really depressed, when he stopped seeing Jen.

Artie promised to coordinate schedules for a meeting next week. After hanging up, Mike thought back to that crazy weekend in State College. He remembered Jen on her knees in front of Artie, Jay and Mal, taking turns sucking them off. She got all three off, then played with Colin and Tony the next night. The weekend culminated with Jen letting Scott fuck her bareback, playing into Mike's pregnancy fantasy.

Mike's cock ached. The fact he didn't talk about the game with Jen didn't mean he didn't think about it. He TRIED not to think about it but sometimes couldn't help himself. Like now. He took out his cock and stroked himself, playing back in his head the lusty events of that weekend.

"Are you okay?" Jen asked later that evening. The fact was, Mike was still hot and bothered from his earlier conversation with Artie. But he didn't tell her that. 

"Yeah I'm good," he said. He didn't mention Artie or the meeting next week with Drums. All that was from their past game playing, a subject (by unspoken agreement) they didn't talk about.

Jen gave him a long look. She did that a lot lately. She seemed to read something in him but didn't say anything.

They were sitting on the sofa, Jen sitting sideways with her feet in Mike's lap. They'd just given Anna a bath and put her down for the night. Jen looked tired. She worked hard all the time, running major accounts and leading pitches for new ones. She was the major wage earner now, they needed her salary to make ends meet. It was at times like this that Mike really regretted losing the money to the government. If he was still rich, Jen could quit her job and get out of the rat race. 




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 08



"I'm thinking about contacting Banks," Mike said. "You know, the guy at CATF. About the thing we talked about." Mike planned to offer the government a working Cloaking Device. In exchange, the government would let him trade on the stock market.

"I know baby, I'm working on it," Jen said.

"You're so busy," Mike said, worried about her.

"This is my number 1 thing," she assured him. "We have to do this carefully honey. It takes time. I've talked to Sam and Keri -."

"Why Keri?" Mike interrupted. Sam he understood, he was his lawyer. But Keri, Google's marketing exec?

"You have to trust me baby," Jen said, squeezing his hand. She didn't understand how the Cloaking Device worked, or the workings of the Cyber Anti-Terrorism Task Force. But she understood people, and in the cut-throat world of marketing, she knew how to cover her ass. She was almost finished prepping for Mike's meeting with Colonel Banks. She just needed to talk to one more person.

Jen frowned at her husband. Sometimes he was too independent and stubborn for his own good. In South Beach he'd promised not to hack into Sapphire, and he did anyway. Look where that got him. She didn't want him to contact the government until everything was set up. "Remember, you promised on Anna's life," she reminded him. As she said it she smiled and poked her toe into his thigh to take the sting out of her rebuke.

"I remember," he said with a laugh, taking her foot in his hands. He began rubbing her feet, first her right, then her left.

"Feels good baby," Jen sighed, closing her eyes. Mike gave the best foot massages!

Mike looked at his wife. She had the best body! Her legs were so long and shapely. The way she was sitting, he could see the lace of her stocking tops. Her skirt was so short. How often did her male co-workers get an eyeful?

He knew she still worked close with Scott and Tom, past lovers. More than lovers, boyfriends. She worked with other guys who wanted her, like Leo and Owen. Some of them, like Leo, she got close to fucking (did she fuck him?). How often did they hit on her? Mike was sure it happened all the time. She was constantly propositioned, tempted. Jen was incredibly sensual. Did she give into it? Was she cheating? 

Mike's fingers drifted from her feet to her ankles, then her calves, then her thighs. He was so hard it hurt. 

Later in their bedroom Jen changed into comfy VS cotton panties and Mike's old frat t-shirt. She snuggled into Mike's arms in the bed. 

"This is getting kind of old," Mike said touching his old frat shirt. 

"It's my favorite," Jen insisted.

"Mother's day is coming," Mike said. "Anna might get something."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. She snuggled into his arms. She felt Mike's erection against his thigh.

"Um, I think this needs taking care of," she said with a giggle.

"That's okay, I know you're tired," Mike said.

"I'm never too tired for you baby," Jen said getting on top of him, pulling off her panties at the same time. She spit on her hand and rubbed her pussy to lubricate herself, and then guided him inside her. She rocked up and down, squeezing her pussy muscles. It felt great, but Mike could tell she was tired and not really into it (having to use saliva to lubricate herself was a definite sign of that). She confirmed it a moment later when she said "Don't worry about me baby."

So she wasn't going to cum. Well, at least she was being honest and wasn't going to fake it.

Jen kissed Mike and looked into his eyes as she slowly rocked back and forth. "You love me?" she asked looking vulnerable.

"Always," Mike assured her. 

"You promise?"

"I'll always love you," Mike promised.

"Always always?" she asked.

"Forever," Mike promised her. Jen smiled and kissed him again. A moment later he came. 

Jen hugged Mike until he softened and fell out of her. Then she rolled to her side, holding his wrist so he spooned her. 

"Are you happy Mike?" Jen asked in the darkness.

Mike was surprised by her question. "Of course I'm happy," he said without hesitation. Concerned, he asked "Are you okay honey?"

"I'm fine," Jen assured him, pulling his arm tighter around her and kissing his hand. Mike felt like she was holding something back, but she didn't say anything more. Exhausted by her day, she fell asleep.

Mike was bothered by her question. Where had that come from? He felt something was bothering her. He suspected it involved sex.

He never failed to get off when they had sex. But while Jen came sometimes (more now than before), the passion she had before - with her lovers - wasn't there now. She must be getting it somewhere, right? Was she cheating on him? Was that why she was bothered?

That weekend they decided to take Anna to the Central Park zoo. Spring was approaching and it looked to be a great, sunny day.

As Mike held Anna and put together her diaper bag (she was actually in pull ups now), he watched Jen dress out of the corner of his eye. After doing her hair and makeup, she put on a thong and bra. She pulled on nude pantyhose and then jean shorts. She finished the outfit with a stretchy top and black Mia flats. 

Mike was kind of surprised by her choice of outfit. It certainly wasn't obscene, but it was really sexy for a casual day in the park with their toddler. The top hugged her bosom and it was so tight you could see the outline of her bra. The shorts were so short you could almost see the swell of her ass, and so tight to be distracting.

The entire day Mike's attention (just like Jen's) was on Anna. But now and then he focused on Jen. She looked so hot! And pantyhose under shorts (like under jeans) was such a turn on for him! 

Mike noticed guys checking her out. Every male head turned as they walked by. Jen seemed not to notice as she laughed and played with Anna. 

"Oh," Jen said, looking to the right.

"What?" Mike asked, following her eyes. She was looking at a group of guys playing Frisbee football.

"Um, that guy over there, the tall one?" she said. "That's Greg."

"Who's he?" Mike asked. Did they know him?

"Um ... remember I told you, before you moved back from Cali ...," Jen said awkwardly.

Mike remembered. Guys she hooked up with while they were broken up. Ten guys. Damon, the guy she met in the grocery store. Josh, the Penn State football player. The Starbucks barista (Joey). Her trainer Danny. Hunter and Davis in Vegas. Drums and Clint. And two guys she never named. Now he knew the name of one of those nameless guys. Greg.

Greg looked over and saw Jen. He smiled, immediately recognizing her.

"I guess I should go over and say hi," she said hesitantly, looking to Mike for permission. 

"Sure, of course," Mike said, his voice going dry.

"Um, you should probably stay here with Anna," she suggested, softly stroking her baby's cheek. "She always cried around Greg."

"You brought him to our loft?" Mike asked.

"Um ..." Jen sputtered. 

Mike realized it wasn't a fair question, as they'd been broken up. He gave her an understanding smile and said, "Go ahead, we'll hang here."

"I'll just be a minute," Jen promised, squeezing Mike's hand. Then she walked over to Greg.

Mike watched as Jen talked to Greg. Initially they were tentative, like old friends trying to reconnect, but their conversation quickly became more friendly and familiar. Mike could tell Jen was flirting, smiling and laughing with Greg, using her hands to emphasize points. The other guys stopped playing and gave Jen long up and down looks. That wasn't surprising, she looked really hot, as always.

Greg seemed to ask Jen something. She responded, looking back at Mike. Greg slowly nodded as he looked at Mike too. They exchanged a few more words. Then they hugged briefly, and Jen walked back.

"Everything okay?" Mike asked.

"Yep," Jen said taking his hand. They continued their walk with Anna through Central Park.

"Did you see Greg a lot?" Mike asked as they walked.

"A few times," Jen said.

"So it wasn't just once?" he asked.

"Um, no," Jen said. "I saw him a few times." After a moment she asked "Are you upset?"

"No, just curious," Mike said. "What did he ask you?" 

"What?"

"At the end," Mike said. "It looked like he asked you something."

"He, um, asked me out," Jen said. 

Mike didn't respond at first. Then he said "What did you say?"

"I told him I'm with you of course," she said, giving him a playful bump of her hip. When Mike didn't say anything, she gave him a long look and asked "Are you okay?"

"Yeah."

Jen gave Mike another long look. "Are you sure?" she asked. 

"I'm good," Mike assured her.

Jen looked at Mike, looking into his soul again. "Okay," she finally said. She hugged his arm and leaned into him as they continued their walk.

Mike tried his best to act normal, but his heart pounded and his head spun. He was so hard it hurt.

They went home and fed Anna dinner. By that time it was getting dark. They gave their baby a bath, read books, then put her down. 

Mike sat on the sofa to wait for Maggie (their nanny) to arrive. She was coming over to babysit to give Mike and Jen some adult time.

Jen came over with a tumbler of Highland Park scotch. "Here baby," she said giving Mike the glass. Mike took a sip of the ice chilled scotch as Jen climbed onto his lap, straddling his thighs. She put her arms around his neck. "I had fun today," she said smiling at him.

"Yeah, it was a good day," Mike said, smiling back and putting the scotch down. He put his arms around his wife. He edged his hands slightly under her blouse, feeling the pantyhose that extended a few inches above her shorts.

Jen took the scotch and sipped it. "You like scotch?" he asked surprised.

"I kinda like Highland Park," Jen said, knowing it was Mike's favorite. She was still in the same outfit, although she'd taken off the flats. Mike moved his hands to her feet and ran this thumbs up and down her soles. "Feels good baby," she said.

Mike took the scotch from her. He took a swallow, then put the glass back on the side table. He pulled Jen to him and kissed her. Jen kissed him back, easing her tongue into his mouth.

She felt his erection. "We don't have to go out," she offered, rubbing him.

Mike thought about it. He'd definitely enjoy taking Jen to bed right now. But now with Anna they rarely had a chance to go out as a couple anymore. He wanted to go out on a date with his wife. "Maggie's probably almost here," he said. "Let's go out." 

"Okay, if that's what you want," Jen said. She gave him another kiss and got off his lap. "I better get ready."

"I thought we were going like this," Mike said. As first time parents they still had a hard time being too far away from Anna, so their plan was to get dinner at a casual place somewhere in the neighborhood.

"I just want to put on a different blouse," Jen said. "Don't worry, you don't have to change." She briefly played with the buttons of his shirt. "I like this shirt on you."

Mike sipped the scotch and watched SportsCenter as Jen got ready. Maggie arrived and gave Mike a brief hello hug. A few moments later Jen came out of the bedroom.

"Hey you," Jen said giving Maggie a hug and kiss on the cheek. Mike's eyes went wide seeing what his wife was wearing. 

She'd made subtle changes to the outfit but the effect was startling. Instead of the white stretchy long sleeve top, she wore a black satin halter top that fully covered her front but swooped in the back. Instead of the Mia flats, she wore black Christian Louboutin high heels. He knew they were Louboutin's by the trademark red soles. She also wore her hair up instead of down and put on red lipstick. Otherwise the outfit was the same, with the denim shorts and pantyhose underneath.

The effect was amazing. Instead of the trendy casual vibe of before, she looked sophisticated clubby. And she looked so hot - even hotter than before - in the halter top and high heels.

"Ready Freddie?" Jen asked, coming over and taking Mike's hand.

"Yeah," Mike said squeezing his wife's hand. "You look amazing," he gushed.

Jen gave him an appreciative, brilliant smile. "All for you baby," she said. As they left she said to Maggie, "Mags, you can stay late right?"

"Yeah, don't worry about me boss lady," Maggie said using the nickname people affectionately called Jen at work (Mags used to be Jen's intern). "I can sleep over if you get back late."

"I thought we're just going to dinner," Mike asked, wondering why they would be so late Maggie would need to sleep over.

"I don't know," Jen said with a shrug. "Maybe we'll see a band or something."

They walked down the block. "Want to go to the bistro?" Mike asked, referring to their favorite neighborhood restaurant.

"Um, not this time," Jen said. "I'm feeling like a burger tonight. How about Doc Watson's?"

"Doc Watson's?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, you remember, the Irish bar?" Jen said, leading Mike down a street. "We went there once. You got me an Anchor Steam?"

Mike didn't remember, but he let Jen lead him down a couple of streets. They got to Docs and went inside. "Want to sit at the bar?" Jen asked. She glanced around the crowd as if looking for someone.

"Sure," Mike said and they hopped onto a couple of bar stools. "Want an Anchor Steam?" he asked when the bartender arrived.

"Um, I like them," Jen said rubbing his arm. "But maybe something stronger to start." Looking at the bartender she said "Can I have an appletini?"

Mike ordered a scotch. "Trying to get drunk tonight?" he teased Jen with a grin.

"Maybe a little tipsy, it's an adult night right?" she said grinning back. "I brought something special for later."

"What?" 

"For later mister," Jen said, grinning and teasingly poking his ankle with the pointy toe of her high heel. She scanned the crowd again. 

"We've been here before?" Mike asked. It seemed vaguely familiar, but he couldn't quite place it.

"Once," Jen said. "You don't remember?"

Mike looked around. It was a typical Irish pub with about a dozen beers on tap, sawdust on the floor, flat screens above the bar. There was a band playing in one corner, and a back room with pool tables in the other. 

Pool tables.

Then Mike remembered. They came here once, after he moved back from California. Jen hooked up with Josh, the Penn State football player. "Yeah, I remember now," he said and they shared a glance, both of them remembering that night. (Author's note: This happened in Life After We - Part 5.)

The bartender arrived with their drinks and they ordered food. Mike got a bacon cheeseburger with fries. Jen ordered a salad. "I thought you wanted a burger?" he asked.

"Can I have some of yours?" she asked. 

"Of course you can," Mike said. He wasn't surprised by her salad order. She almost always ate healthy.

They sipped their drinks, listening to the band and watching the sports playing on the flat screens. They sat close together so their legs touched. After a while Mike asked "Did you ever see him again?"

"Josh?" Jen asked.

Mike nodded.

"No, just that once," she said. "He called but ... it was complicated, with you and ... you know."

Mike understood. With him and Clint. But they didn't say his name, just like they didn't mention Jasmine.

"Why'd you pick this place?" Mike asked.

"I thought it would be a good place to talk," Jen said.

"About what?" 

"Let's wait until later okay?" she said. She took a long sip of her green martini. It was like she needed alcohol courage. Mike was concerned. Was she going to confess she was cheating on him, is that why they were here?

"You're worrying me," Mike said, forcing a grin to make it sound like a joke and hide his concerns.

"Everything's okay baby," she assured him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. "I just want to listen to the band for a while. We can talk later."

"Is that why Maggie's staying late?"

Jen shrugged. "It's okay baby," she assured him again, kissing his hand. She took another drink of the appletini, finishing it. Mike finished his scotch and ordered another round.

At that moment Josh walked up.

"Holy shit, Jenny Johnson," Josh said with a big smile. He and Jen hugged hello.

"Jennifer Andrews," Jen corrected him. "You remember Mike?"

"Oh yeah, hey man," Josh said shaking Mike's hand, looking surprised. He glanced at Jen's left hand. Unlike the last time he saw her, she was wearing a wedding ring. This sexy beauty was married to this plain looking guy? 

Seeing Josh's confusion, Jen said "We got married." She glanced at Mike, silently saying "It's easier this way." Mike nodded, knowing Jen was right; he certainly didn't have the energy to tell Josh the whole complicated story.

"Oh, well, that's great, congrats guys," Josh said, feeling disappointed but trying to sound happy for them. 

Jen slipped her arm into Mike's, making it clear to Josh who she was with. 

Mike said "Funny running into you here."

"I'm here all the time, this is where I hang out," Josh said with a shrug. "I'm meeting friends in the pool room. Feel like a game?" He said it to both of them, but the invitation was clearly directed at Jen.

"Maybe later," Jen said, hugging Mike's arm tighter. After some more small talk Josh left them for the pool room.

"Did you know he'd be here?" Mike asked Jen after Josh left.

"I haven't talked to him since that night," Jen said innocently.

"But you knew this is where he hangs out?" Mike said.

"Baby, I haven't seen Josh since that night," Jen said.

Mike looked at his wife. Jen had a way of answering the question she wanted to answer, not the one posed. Mike was about to continue the interrogation when Jen hugged him.

"Mike honey, don't get upset," she said rubbing his arm. "This is our night out, relax baby."

They were saved by the bartender who delivered their new drinks. Mike took a big gulp of the scotch. Jen did too with her appletini.

Their food arrived. Jen picked at the salad as Mike ate a few bites of the burger. Jen took a small bite of the burger and ate a french fry. They ate in silence, both of them lost in their own thoughts.

Mike's head spun. What the fuck was going on? So often in their relationship, Jen did things that kept him off balance. That's how he felt now. He felt she had some plan for tonight, but had no clue what it was.

Still, he was charged up from running into Josh. He remembered that night, watching Josh seduce Jen, watching him fuck her on the sofa. He still remembered Jen's scream when she came on his cock. The memories made him uncomfortably hard in his jeans.

He found himself blurting out "Do you want to play pool with Josh?"

"Do you?" Jen asked back.

Mike hesitated. He knew what he wanted, but it scared him on a lot of levels. 

Jen studied Mike. Again! She suggested "I'll play if you play."

"I suck at pool."

"So do I."

"I think Josh would rather just you," Mike said stating the obvious.

"I won't play without you," Jen insisted. She squeezed his hand. "It's up to you baby."

Mike thought about it a moment. Then he got off the stool. "Come on," he said taking Jen's hand and guiding her back to the pool room. 

Half way there Jen said "I've got to go to the bathroom."

Mike walked her there and waited outside. When she came out, he saw she'd freshened her makeup and lipstick. The lipstick was red and gave her lips a sexy wet look. "What do you think?" she asked touching her hair. "Up or down?"

"You look beautiful either way," Mike said.

"Thanks baby," she said giving him a brief smile. "But ..."

Mike got it. She was asking which way Josh would like it, up or down. His throat dry, he managed to say "Down I think."

Jen nodded. Looking into Mike's eyes, she took out a few pins and her hair fell down. She shook it out with a movement of her head, then took a brush from her bag and brushed it out to a silky luster. "How do I look?" she asked.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 08



"You look incredible," Mike gushed. He looked from her lips to her chest and saw her nipples dented the satin of the halter blouse (she was braless underneath; she couldn't wear a bra with the halter top). "You look really good baby," he said, reaching up and thumbing her hard nipples through the silky fabric.

"Bad boy," Jen said, smiling at him. Mike noticed that, unlike before, she didn't say "all for you baby."

When they entered the pool room, Josh happily peeled away from his friends and played a game with Mike and Jen. It wasn't a real game, more like "let's take turns hitting the ball." Mike and Jen were both pathetic at pool. Josh made a good show of giving them both tips, but in truth he focused 99% of his attention on Jen. Clearly, the wedding ring on her left hand didn't discourage him.

When it was Jen's turn, Josh stood behind her as she bent over the table to line up the shot. He put his hands on her hips, ostensibly to help her form, but really to - well, to put his hands on her hips. It was a tough shot so Jen had to get on her tiptoes in the heels and reach across the table. As she did, the halter blouse hiked up, exposing her lower back. There in full view was the 2 inch band of pantyhose extending above her shorts. Even more so, the T of her thong panties peeked up from her low rise shorts, the pink lace muted but still clearly visible under the silky nylon. Her tat was also exposed.

Mike practically gasped at the sight. Josh didn't share Mike's kink, but still he couldn't resist running his thumb across the lacy T of Jen's exposed thong. 

Then Josh remembered Jen's husband was there. He pulled his hand back and looked guiltily at Mike. But now the cuckold side of Mike was in control. Rather than glare or chastise Josh for taking liberties with his wife, Mike looked down at his feet. He muttered "I'll get us beers" and walked towards the bar. Josh stared at Mike as he walked away, leaving him alone with his sexy wife.

Jen took the shot and missed by a mile, actually making the ball hop off the table. Jen laughed at herself as she rose up. Her laugh cut off when she noticed Mike gone. "Where's Mike?" she asked.

"Come here a minute," Josh said, guiding Jen through a door to a deserted alley outside. "What's up with you and Mike?" he asked.

"What?" Jen said playing innocent.

"Were you guys together when we hooked up?" Josh asked.

Jen looked at Josh, deciding what to tell him. Fuck it. "We were married, but not together," she said telling the truth. She shrugged seeing the incomprehension in Josh's eyes. "It's complicated."

Josh wasn't naïve, this wasn't his first rodeo. "But now you're together, and he likes watching you with other men," he said.

Jen shrugged. "Something like that," she admitted. "At least he used to."

"He doesn't anymore?" Josh asked.

Jen shrugged again. Honestly she didn't know.

"Was he watching that time we fucked?"

"I'm not sure," Jen said. "I think so."

"You never asked?"

"I told you, we weren't together then."

Josh nodded, trying to take all this in. "Did you come here tonight, hoping to see me?" he asked.

"I don't know why I'm here Josh," Jen said honestly. She moved passed Josh to the door. "I've got to get back to Mike."

Josh grabbed her wrist, stopping her. "Do you get off fucking other guys?" he asked.

Jen hesitated, searching herself as she considered the answer. Finally she said "I get off doing what my husband wants." Pulling away from Josh she went in search of Mike.

She found him at the bar, drinking an Anchor Steam. He was watching a baseball game. "Who's playing?" she asked.

"The Mets and Phillies," Mike said. "They're winning."

"That's good baby" she said, knowing Mike liked the Mets. She watched the game with Mike for a few moments. She wasn't interested in the game. Instead she was gathering her courage. "Um, can we have that talk now?"

"Where's Josh?" Mike asked.

"The pool room I think."

"I saw you go out with him," Mike said accusingly. 

"You left," Jen pointed out, but not harshly.

Mike studied his wife's beautiful face. Had they sucked face? Did she go down on him? She had her cum face on, clearly she was in lust with Josh. But he didn't see the telltale signs like tussled hair or messed up lipstick. "You've got your cum face on," he said.

Jen grimaced. She hated that expression. "Can we talk?" she asked again.

"Go ahead," Mike said brusquely.

"Don't be mad Mike, nothing happened," she said taking his arm. "We need to talk."

Mike took a few moments to calm down and gather himself. "Okay, go ahead," he said in a more reasonable, softer voice.

Jen took the Anchor Steam from Mike's hand and took a long gulp. More liquid courage. "I'm worried about us," she told him. "You're not telling me things."

"What?" Mike said not understanding. Where was this coming from?

"You're keeping secrets from me," Jen said. "You used to tell me everything. Now you've closed off."

"What are you talking about?" Mike asked. He had no idea what Jen was talking about.

At that moment the bartender approached. The Anchor Steam was empty. Despite already having a number of drinks they both felt stone cold sober. Mike ordered another scotch and Jen an appletini.

"Sex Mike," Jen whispered as the bartender walked away to mix their drinks. "You never talk about sex."

Mike's mouth opened in shock.

"You never talk about your fantasies," Jen whispered. "You expect me to believe all of a sudden you're ..." She paused, searching for the right word. "... normal?"

"I'm not like that anymore," Mike said. "It's too dangerous."

Jen looked disappointed and hurt. She knew he was lying. People didn't just turn things off. "You're cheating on me," she said, voicing her worst fears.

"What?" Mike said shocked.

"You're cheating with someone at school," she said. "I see it when you come home. You're distracted all the time."

Nancy! She was talking about Nancy! "How did -."

The two words were a confession. "You shit!" Jen cried hitting his chest. "How could you Mike?!" Tears welled up in her eyes and fell down her cheeks.

"Jen, her name's Nancy, it's -."

"Oh my god, you fucking love her!" Jen cried. Suddenly she was sobbing.

It seemed like the bar was suddenly quiet and everyone was looking at them. Jen was crying uncontrollably. He cradled her in his arms and walked her out.

"Hey man the check," the bartender said. Mike threw down a credit card and walked Jen out of the bar.

"Let's go home," Mike said.

Jen pulled away. "I don't want to go home, I don't want Anna seeing me like this." She was crying so hard her words were almost incomprehensible.

"Jen I'm not cheating on you," Mike said. "Nancy's the principal. She's cheating on her husband."

"What?"

"We're friends," Mike explained. "She tells me about her affairs. I tell her things we've done."

"You told her about us?! About me?!" Jen said angrily. "You told this to a woman?! Without telling me?!"

It flashed through Mike's head it would've been okay if he told a guy. But telling a woman without Jen's knowledge, that was definitely a no-no with Jen. Once again, Mike was reminded that Jen was probably the most jealous person on the planet.

"I'm sorry baby," Mike said reaching for her.

"Don't call me that!" she hissed, pulling away from him.

"Come on honey," Mike pleaded. "I was wrong, I should have told you. But I didn't want to bring up the game. I almost lost you and Anna. I didn't want to risk that again."

"So you mind fucked another girl," Jen said accusingly.

"No it wasn't like that," Mike insisted. "Okay, I admit, hearing her stories got me hot. Nancy's cheating on her husband Mac. She loves him, but needs more sometimes. She's cucking him. You get how that turns me on, right? Nancy's nice, she wants to be your friend."

"Believe me Mike, Nancy will never be my friend!" Jen hissed angrily.

Mike didn't know what to say to that. They were silent for long moments.

Finally Jen said "Do you think of her when you fuck me?" 

"No Jen, never."

"Do you beat off to her?" 

"No Jen, nothing like that, I swear."

"Then why didn't you tell me?" Jen asked exasperated, pounding on his chest. "We could have shared it."

"Shared it ... how?" Mike said not understanding.

"I don't know," Jen said frustrated, hitting his chest again. She was still crying, but not so hard now. "We're married, we're supposed to share everything."

"I know, I'm sorry, it'll never happen again, I promise," Mike said, pulling her into his arms to comfort her. This time she didn't pull away. 

"I understand you Mike," she said. "You don't need to hide your fantasies from me. I'm as bad as you. You never forced me to do anything. We did it together."

"The game's so dangerous," Mike said.

"But you have to talk to me," Jen insisted. "You can't do things on your own, keep secrets. That's worse. It's like cheating."

"You're right, I'm sorry," Mike said hugging her again. "I'll never do it again, I promise." Jen hugged him back. She was calming down, the crisis passing. His hands were at her waist, under the halter top, on the pantyhose. "Jen honey, what's going on today?" he asked gently. "Did you know Josh would be here?"

Jen pulled back a few inches so she could look at Mike. "I thought he might be," she admitted.

Mike felt himself hardening. "Is that why we're here?" he asked. "You want to play the game again?"

"I don't know Mike," she said honestly. "I know how you are. I just ... I want to make you happy. I'm afraid ..."

"What baby?" Mike prompted.

"I don't know," Jen said. She hugged Mike, holding him tight.

Mike's heart was pounding and his cock rock hard. After a few moments he asked "Do you want to go to bed with Josh?"

Jen didn't answer at once. Then she pulled back a little like before, so she could look at him. "You know what I want?" she asked, an embarrassed smile on her pretty face. "I want you like before. Hot and bothered all the time. Obsessed." She laughed to make it sound like a joke, but Mike could tell she was serious.

"I'm not sure -," Mike began, not understanding.

"With me," Jen explained. "Obsessed with me." She laughed again to hide her embarrassment, and began playing with the buttons of his shirt. Her hand drifted down to his crotch. She cupped his erection. "I want you always hot for me. Like now." 

Mike began to understand. When they played the game, Mike constantly obsessed over Jen. Where was she, who was she with, what was she doing? His entire existence was centered on her. Jen was sexy and beautiful, but also insecure; she needed that.

"I'm terrible huh?" she said. "Wanting you bothered. Even hurt sometimes."

"Good hurt isn't bad," Mike said.

"Yeah, good hurt's not bad," Jen agreed. "It turns you on. It turns me on too."

"So, you want to have sex with Josh?"

"It wouldn't suck," Jen said with a humorless laugh, brushing her hair behind her ear. "At the pool table he pressed against me. He was hard."

"Is he big?" Mike asked, already knowing the answer. But it turned him on to hear her say it.

Jen gave him a knowing smile. "Are we playing the game baby?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mike said, excitement across his face.

"He's definitely big," Jen said. She stroked Mike's erection up and down over his pants. "Bigger than you baby." She giggled. Seeing his expression, she said "You asked."

Mike felt the familiar pangs of inadequacy and humiliation. It was so delicious!

Jen recalled memories from high school. "Josh definitely passes the toilet roll test," she said giggling again.

"What?"

"Something from high school. I never told you that?" Jen said with a laugh. "I'll tell you later baby."

"So, do I pass the test?" Mike asked.

Jen knew the answer, but said "Um, maybe we'll do the tests at home and see." She softly stroked his erection over his pants. "Just remember, yours is my favorite one."

Mike moaned at the feel of her hand on his cock. In a hoarse voice he said "So you want to fuck Josh?"

Jen intently looked into his eyes, as if trying to get Mike to understand her desires. "I want to do what you want me to do Mike," she said.

Mike nodded, starting to get it. "Wait, you said you brought something special for tonight?"

"Yeah, um ...," Jen began, opening up her purse. Mike saw a small baggie filled with weed. "I brought it in case we needed to chill, to have this talk." She giggled. "I guess we didn't need it."

"No but ... maybe Josh would want a hit."

"Maybe," Jen said.

Mike thought about it. How should they do this? In a few moments he knew.

"I'll go back to the loft apartment. I'll send Maggie home," he told her. "You can follow with Josh."

"Okay," Jen said. Then her mommy instincts kicked in. "Is it a good idea to do this at home?"

Mike knew what she was saying. Anna was there. But the baby was asleep. Last time, when Anna was in her crib, Jen fucked Josh on the sofa in the family room. That wouldn't work now as Anna was in a bed sometimes and woke up at night. "Take Josh into our bedroom," he said.

"Onto our bed?" Jen asked. "That's okay?"

"Yeah, our bed," Mike said, his cock aching.

"So um ..." Jen began. 

"What honey?" 

"I'm sorry to ask all these questions," Jen said with an embarrassed laugh. "I need to get my mojo back."

"It's okay baby," Mike said. "What?"

"Um ... should I make him use a condom?"

Mike's cock got even harder. "You're on the pill," he pointed out, knowing she was.

"Yeah but ... you know me," Jen said. Sometimes she forgot a day or two (or three), leaving her (maybe) unprotected.

"But you're not ovulating," Mike said, knowing his wife's schedule.

"Right, this is a safe time I think," she agreed. She gave another nervous laugh. "I haven't had to think about it for a while."

Mike's head spun. She was probably safe, but not absolutely safe. If Josh came in her, he might get her pregnant. He thought about it for only a moment. "He doesn't have to use a condom."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Mike said, his heart pounding. "You like it better that way right? Skin to skin."

"This is going fast," Jen said with an amazed laugh.

"Yeah," Mike agreed.

"Should we slow down, talk about it more?" she asked.

"We can talk tomorrow. But I want this tonight," Mike said. 

"Okay," Jen said. After a moment's hesitation she said "Mike?" 

"Yeah?"

"You'll always love me right?" she asked, looking excited yet vulnerable.

"I'll always love you," he promised. Then he added "I'll never leave you again baby. I swear." They kissed, then went their separate ways.

**************

Mike hurried to the loft apartment. He immediately checked on Anna, who was sound asleep. He told Maggie that Jen was catching up with a friend and would be home later (all true). After putting Maggie into a cab, Mike sat down on the sofa and waited for Jen and Josh.

**************

After Mike left, Jen went into the bathroom. She touched up her hair and makeup again. She was probably just as excited as Mike, maybe more so. 

She hadn't planned this, not really. Certainly not going home with Josh. All she wanted was to talk. But now, after talking, after Mike telling her he wanted to play the game again, that he wanted her to fuck another man, let him take her without a condom ... she was so hot! 

It was like turning on a nympho switch! Her body wanted Josh so bad, she wanted his hard boy, she wanted his big cock, she wanted him to fuck her hard from behind like a dirty slut, she wanted to cum hard all over his manhood, she wanted him to shoot his seed inside her. She wanted it! And she wanted Mike to watch! That was the best part!

"Hey," she said to Josh, walking up to him.

"You're back," Josh said, grinning.

"I'm back."

"How's Mike?"

"Awesome," Jen said.

"Want to play another game?" Josh said offering her a pool stick.

"I'm a disaster, I think I'm done," Jen said with a laugh.

"What do you want to do?" Josh asked.

"You could buy me a drink," Jen said with a smile.

They walked to the bar, Josh's hand possessively on her waist just above her ass. Jen sat on a stool and crossed her legs. Josh remained standing in front of her.

"So what's the plan?" Josh asked. He put his hand on Jen's knee. 

"The plan?" Jen said with a laugh.

"You're here, Mike's not," Josh said. He began caressing her knee. "What did you decide?"

"You're full of yourself," Jen said with another laugh. "You think after 2 years we run into each other and you get into my pants?"

"Come on, don't play games," Josh said. He spread Jen's legs and moved between them. His hands were on her thighs, caressing her. "It was 2 years ago, but you had fun, we both did. I know guys like your husband. He'll have a good time too." 

Josh was so close his lips almost touched Jen's. He leaned over and kissed her. Jen didn't stop him. In fact, she kissed him back, welcoming his tongue into her mouth. As they made out, Josh moved his hands up Jen's legs, over the shorts, and just under her blouse at her waist. He caressed her there, over the pantyhose.

At that moment the bartender approached. Josh pulled away from Jen, breathing hard. Jen was panting, her face blushed, her nipples rock hard under the halter top.

"Hey Patty," Josh said, giving his friend a knowing smile.

"Hi Josh," Patty said, looking at Jen and then back at Josh.

Jen's breathing had returned to normal. "Patty. That's Irish, right?" she said smiling at the bartender.

"I'm from Brooklyn," Patty said with a grin.

"Oh," Jen said with a laugh.

"My grandparents immigrated over," Patty said. "Patty's short for Patrick. Nice to meet you." He extended his hand.

Jen took his hand. "I'm Jen."

"Do you live around here?" Patty asked.

"A few blocks," Jen said.

Patty awkwardly said, "Your, ah, other male friend left this." Patty handed Jen Mike's credit card. 

"Oh, um, thanks," Jen said taking the credit card and suddenly feeling uncomfortable. She realized Patty was the same bartender who served her and Mike. How could she not have noticed? Patty saw her with Mike, and now with Josh. 

"Um, Patty, can I have an appletini?" she asked. She needed time to think and couldn't do that with Patty standing there.

"I've got that," Josh said handing over some cash. "And a rum and coke for me Pats."

"No, um, I'll pay for my drink," Jen said handing Patty Mike's card back.

Josh gave Jen a questioning look as Patty walked away to mix their drinks.

"We don't tell people we're swingers," Jen explained to Josh in a whispered voice. The game was more complicated than swinging, but she used the term most people understood. "Fuck, I can't believe I let you kiss me in the middle of the bar," she said chastising herself. 

"Why's it matter, you're not a regular here," Josh said.

"I freaking live 3 blocks away," Jen said. She nervously looked around. Did anyone she know see her making out with Josh? 

"Calm down Jen, it's no big deal," Josh said.

"It IS a big deal!" Jen said frantically. "I'm married, I'm a mother!" How could she be so careless? This bar was only a few blocks from her house. True, she and Mike never came here, but that didn't mean their neighbors didn't. How could she suck face with Josh in the middle of the crowd? His hands had been all over her, practically up her blouse. 

How could she be so careless? How could Mike not think of this? How could he just leave her here?

Wait a minute. 

Mike. 

Mike left her here with Josh. He left her alone with another man, in a bar just a few blocks from their loft apartment. He knew their neighbors and friends might be here. He knew they might see her with another man.

Jen thought about what started all this. Nancy, the principal, cheating on her husband. That got Mike hot.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 08



Mike got turned on by cheating. Jen knew this. It was all mixed up in his cuckold fantasy. For a moment her thoughts flashed to Wes, the boy she fucked behind Mike's back in college. She still hadn't told Mike. She was pretty sure Mike knew though. He was, after all, really smart, and knew her better than anyone. But still, they'd never discussed Wes.

There were a couple years after college when it'd just been her and Mike living together in New York (except for one evening of weakness). During that time, the memories were too raw and it was clear Mike didn't want to talk about it. 

Then Ricky happened. Then Scott. Then Tom. On it went. "God I'm such a slut," Jen silently derided herself.

But with all those other men, the Wes thing didn't seem to matter anymore. Honestly she hadn't thought of Wes in a few years. She wasn't really thinking about him now. It was just this kinky cheating thing that turned Mike on so much. 

Maybe she SHOULD meet this Nancy chick. Nancy was working with Mike on a daily basis, so she needed to size her up. She certainly couldn't judge Nancy, not with all the shit she'd done. Who knows, maybe they could be friends.

Jen had to admit, the cheating fantasy WAS kind of hot. It was naughty and wicked on so many levels. But then, what turned Mike on turned her on too. Part of it was, seeing Mike excited got her excited. Another part was, Mike's fantasies always ended up with her getting fucked really good. And now that her nympho switch was back on, she really wanted that. Really wanted fucked. Tonight.

Still, playing so close to home was dangerous. She'd have to talk to Mike about that. 

"Are you okay?" Josh asked. 

"Yes, I'm fine," Jen said, breaking out of her reverie. She looked at Josh and her pussy tingled. She so wanted Mike to watch as this gorgeous guy fucked her. 

Patty returned with their drinks. After he left Jen whispered to Josh, "I'll meet you in that alley, okay?" 

Josh grinned, thinking about having this sexy girl in that dark alley all to himself. "You're feeling better?" he asked.

"Yes, I just want to get out of here," Jen whispered. She inconspicuously lowered her hand and caressed his leg. "People can't see us leave together."

"I get it," Josh said, barely suppressing an excited grin. He got up. "I see you in a minute," he whispered.

Moments later Patty returned with the bill and Mike's credit card. He handed both to Jen. As she took it, Jen let her soft hand brush over Patty's. "Patty?"

"Yeah?" 

Jen held up Mike's credit card. "My husband's," she said. 

"I thought so," Patty said, looking at the wedding ring on Jen's left hand.

"We got into a fight and, well, Josh is a friend from college," Jen said.

"I get it, you don't have to explain to me," Patty said. He chuckled. "Josh is popular with the girls."

Jen felt flushed. Josh scored with a lot of girls. That's all Jen was, another girl for Josh. An easy lay. A horny slut. Jen felt dizzy with lust.

Trying to compose herself, Jen said "It's just, Mike - that's my husband - he likes this bar. We might come here again."

Patty got it immediately. "I won't say anything," he promised.

"Thanks Patty," Jen said, giving him a dazzling smile.

"I'm here every night," Patty said, smiling at her. "Stop by sometime."

"Definitely," Jen said.

"Feel free to come without your husband," Patty said, his grin turning conspiratorial and lusty. 

"... maybe I'll do that," Jen said after a moment. She looked at Patty - really looked at him - for the first time. He was older, but definitely cute. Tall too, and he had a great smile. 

Jen reached over and again brushed his hand. This time her touch was like a caress. She smiled at him, a slight enigmatic smile that suggested maybe something in the future. Then she got up and left.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 09



[Continuing Book 1: Cheating]

Jen felt like she was getting her mojo back as she made her way to the back alley. For months she worked to win Mike back, to take him back from that bottle blonde Jasmine Kelly. Then, once back together, they had a long period of healing and reconnecting. 

Suddenly they were playing the game again, and Jen was out of practice. Sucking face with Josh in the middle of Doc Watson's proved it. How stupid. It was one thing to pretend like she was cheating on Mike, so as to turn him on. It was another to get caught doing it, to allow people she knew see her messing around with other guys. That was especially true now that they had Anna. Their game was exciting but they couldn't let it hurt their daughter. 

Jen turned the corner and saw Josh waiting for her. He was under a light, easily visible. Not good, any passerby could see.

"Come here," she said taking his hand and leading him into the shadows. 

"Where'd Mike go?" Josh asked.

"He went home," Jen said. "He's waiting for us."

Josh grinned, certain now he was going to get inside Jen's pants tonight. "I was going to offer my place, but your place is cool."

"Where do you live?" Jen asked.

"A few blocks that way," Josh said, pointing in the opposite direction of the loft apartment. Well, that's good, he doesn't live too close, Jen thought. But still, close enough to run into each other or know people in common.

Jen took the baggie out of her purse. "Want some?" she asked.

"Here?" Josh asked.

"I want to talk first," Jen said. She offered the bag to Josh. "Um ..."

Josh took the bag and began rolling a joint. Maybe it was a girl thing, but Jen didn't like rolling joints, she wanted the guy to do it. After he was done, Josh offered the joint to Jen and took out a lighter. She put the joint between her lips and let Josh light it. She took a long drag and held the smoke in her lungs. She handed the joint to Josh and he did the same thing. They passed the joint back and forth a couple times. Soon both felt high and relaxed.

Josh pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her. Jen kissed him back, and they tongued each other. Josh brought his hand up and groped Jen's braless tits over the halter top. He reached into the top and squeezed her tits, roughly pinching her hard nipples. 

Jen arched her back and moaned into Josh's mouth. His rough treatment hurt, but it felt so good! 

Emboldened by Jen's passion, Josh moved his other hand to her shorts. He began working on the buttons.

Jen knew if they didn't stop he'd fuck her right there in the alley. She thought of Mike, waiting at the loft apartment.

"Wait," she said, pushing away from Josh. They were both panting. Jen fixed the halter top and re-buttoned her shorts.

"You're not bailing are you?" Josh said.

"No, we just need to talk first," Jen said. "You said you know guys like Mike?"

"Husbands who get off seeing their wives fuck other men?" Josh said. "Sure."

"You've ... played with couples?"

"Yeah," Josh said. "A few times. I know how it works. I don't care if Mike watches us fuck."

"It might be more than watching," Jen said. "Mike might be on the bed with us."

"A threesome?" Josh asked.

"Sorta," Jen said.

Josh got it. "What is Mike, gay? Bi?"

"He's straight," Jen said immediately. "I just want to make sure you don't freak if there's some ... accidental touching."

"I'm cool Jen," Josh said with an unconcerned shrug.

"Okay," Jen said.

"So can we go?" Josh said eagerly. Jen was a very pretty, very sexy girl, and he remembered how good her pussy felt. He couldn't wait to get inside her.

"Just another thing," Jen said. "Our friends don't know we play."

"I know, you told me," Josh said.

"You have to promise not to say anything to anyone," Jen said.

"No problem, I promise," Josh said.

"I mean it Josh," Jen said. "No one at Penn State. No one around here. Not even Patty."

"Come on, you've got to let me tell Patty," Josh said grinning.

Jen couldn't help grinning back. "Okay, but just Patty," she said. She figured Patty was good at keeping secrets, and anyway he'd already seen them together. "Josh, if you ever see me, if we run into each other, we're just friends okay? You can't kiss me or put your hands on me."

"Shit Jen, what do you think I am, an idiot?" Josh said sarcastically. "Any more rules? Maybe I better take notes."

"Sorry," Jen said with a laugh. 

"So can we go?" Josh asked putting his arm around her, his hand just above her tight ass. Despite the interrogation he still wanted to fuck this pretty little thing.

"Yeah," Jen said laughing again at his eagerness. "Do you remember where I live? Give me a few minutes, then follow."

Mike was waiting when she got home. Jen melted into her husband's arms, kissing him. "Where's Josh?" he asked.

"He's coming," Jen said. She felt Mike's erection pressing against her. He was so hard! "Do you want me to take care of this before he gets here?" she asked cupping his erection.

"I'm okay," Mike said. She understood. Mike wanted to stay hot to ward off dark emotions like jealousy and inadequacy. 

Jen went to check on Anna. The baby was sound asleep. She came back out to Mike. "I can't believe we're doing this again," she said both amazed and excited.

"Do you want to stop?"

"Do you?"

"No."

"I don't either," Jen admitted with a nervous giggle. She had an itch now and she needed it scratched. "Baby I feel so out of control. This is happening so fast. But I feel like it never stopped. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "I like seeing you out of control. I love seeing your cum face." He quickly added. "I know you hate when I say that. You just look even more sexy and beautiful." 

A moment later there was a knock at the door. Jen and Mike looked at each other. Mike opened the door. They shook hands and Josh came in.

Jen gave Josh a hello hug. "Give me a sec okay?" she told Josh. "Help yourself to a drink. Um ... our baby is asleep."

"I'll be quiet," Josh promised.

Jen smiled appreciatively at him. Then she took Mike's hand and they went into the bedroom. "You're sure about this?" she asked.

"Yeah, I really want this," Mike said excitedly. He kissed her. "I want you to lose control honey."

Jen smiled at him. "I can't believe we're doing this again," she said, an incredulous look on her face again.

"But you want it like me, right?"

"... yeah," Jen admitted after a moment's hesitation. She felt his erection against her leg. She reached down and cupped him over his pants. "God you're so hard."

"I want your hand on his cock not mine," Mike said grinning at her.

Jen smiled. "You're so small anyway," she teased, giving him a gentle squeeze.

"Is Josh okay with me watching?" Mike asked.

"He's played with other couples before," she said nodding. "Okay, I'm doing this," she said giving him an excited, determined look. She gave Mike a kiss. Then she turned and opened the bedroom door. "Come here Josh," she said holding out her hand. 

**********

Mike suspected Josh might be weirded out at being watched, even despite his prior experiences with other couples. Also, he thought it might take a little while for Jen to lose her inhibitions, since they'd been just a "normal" couple for months. So he turned off the lights except for the bedside lamp. That made it easy for him to watch yet gave Jen and Josh a sense of privacy. 

Mike did ask "Do you mind if I record this?" When Josh shrugged an okay, Mike quickly set up his video camera.

Then he sat in a chair in the darkness while Jen and Josh got onto the bed. As he suspected, they were tentative and awkward at first, hesitantly glancing over at him a few times. But as they kissed and explored their inhibitions melted away.

Josh was clearly the aggressor, groping Jen's tits and ass as they sucked face. Jen was just as passionate though, running her hands up and down his chest.

Josh pulled off Jen's halter top and laid her onto the bed. He kissed down her neck to her breasts. Jen moaned and arched her back as his lips and tongue found her hard nipples. 

Josh bit and pinched her nipples, moving a hand down to her shorts. He rubbed her crotch. Jen dug her heels into the mattress and ground her crotch against his hand, clearly wanting more contact.

With that clear invitation, Josh tugged down, popping the buttons of her shorts. Jen groaned as he pushed a hand down her pantyhose and thong panties and found her pussy.

Josh pulled down Jen's shorts as he continued to finger her. As he did, Jen's high heels fell off her feet. That disappointed Mike - he loved seeing Jen get fucked while wearing high heels - but he didn't want to break the moment by saying something.

Jen was down to her pantyhose and thong. Josh feasted on her body, kissing and fondling her everywhere. He was aggressive about it, like he was claiming her body as his (in contrast to Mike, who always kissed and caressed Jen like she was a treasured princess). Jen loved the aggressive rough treatment, moaning and writhing under Josh's mouth and hands. 

Hovering over her, Josh unbuttoned his shirt. Jen looked at him hungrily as his chiseled chest came into view. Josh still had his muscular, football body. Jen excitedly ran her fingertips over his chest, tracing the hardness of his pecs and ridges of his six pack. 

After throwing off his shirt, Josh worked on his pants. Jen focused her eyes on his crotch, clearly breathing hard. She moaned - moaned! - when his cock popped out of his shorts. Mike envied Josh's manhood. He was long and thick, and rock hard.

Josh moved up to Jen's head. Jen eagerly took him into her hands, into her mouth. 

Then, as if remembering he was there, Jen reached for Mike and said "Come here baby."

Mike wanted to tell her he was okay. Yes, he did kind of feel ignored, like a third wheel, but that was okay, he was well within good hurt territory. But if he didn't go to her, she might think he truly was upset. 

Mike walked over and took her hand. "Take off your shirt baby," Jen said. As always around her lovers, Mike felt insecure around her lovers. There was no comparison, their bodies were better than his, he didn't have a beach body like them. But he did as she asked, taking off his shirt. As he did, Jen worked on his pants. Within moments he was naked, just like Josh.

Mike and Josh knelt next to Jen's head, both of them rock hard. Jen held their cocks, one in each hand. Josh was clearly bigger. She held Mike's almost completely in her hand. In contrast, she held barely half Josh's shaft. He was twice as big.

Jen looked at Mike. "He's so big honey," she said admiringly.

"Yeah," Mike agreed.

"Isn't he beautiful?" Jen asked Mike as she stroked Josh's shaft. Mike didn't say anything, but he was practically panting as he watched his wife stroking another man's cock.

Jen took Josh into her mouth. Despite opening her lips wide she could barely take his fat cockhead into her mouth. After sucking Josh for a few moments she said to Mike "You like seeing that baby?"

"Yeah," Mike said, dizzy from lust. "You like his big cock?" he asked. His heart was pounding, he was on the verge of cumming.

"I love it," she said dreamily, her eyes heavy lidded with lust. 

Josh pulled from Jen's mouth, wanting her pussy. Enough foreplay, he wanted to fuck. He curled his fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and pulled them off, taking off her thong panties at the same time. Mike was disappointed seeing him take off the pantyhose, but again didn't say anything.

Josh spread Jen's legs and moved up between her thighs. He was about to push in when Jen held him back. "Wait a second baby," she said to Josh. "I want to finish Mike first."

Jen could tell Mike was about to cum. She scooted towards him and opened her lips, intending to finish him in her mouth. 

"Hope you don't expect me to kiss you," Josh said with a laugh.

"What?" Jen asked, Mike's cockhead just an inch from her lips.

"I'm not into cum breath," Josh said with another laugh.

"Seriously?" Jen said.

"I'm not being an ass, it's just not my thing," Josh said with a shrug.

Sex without kissing? The concept was foreign to Jen. It was too late to kick Josh out, she needed it too much. But Mike needed relief too. "Um ..." she said, not knowing what to do. 

Mike solved the dilemma when he stepped off the bed. "I'll wait," he said.

"Are you sure baby?" Jen said, feeling relieved.

"Yeah, I'm good," Mike said, forcing a smile. He heard the relief in Jen's voice and it hurt. She so wanted Josh, she didn't want to stop. But he didn't want to stop either.

Mike pulled on his boxer shorts and sat in the darkened chair. Jen looked worriedly at him, but then Josh leaned down and kissed her. Within moments they were making out and fondling each other again. As they did Josh's cock pressed against her thigh. God it felt so long, so thick, so heavy. All she could think about was feeling it inside her.

Jen reached between their bodies, taking hold of his shaft. She guided him towards her pussy.

"No condom?" Josh breathed as his naked cockhead pressed between her pussy lips.

Jen shook her head. "I'm on the pill," she said. "I know you."

Josh nodded, clearly pleased with her answer. He took hold of his shaft. He dug his toes into the mattress and pushed forward.

"Ugh god," Jen groaned as he entered her. Josh pushed harder, Jen digging her nails into his muscular arms as he delved into her, inch by inch.

Mike panted as he watched. There was nothing - nothing! - like the sight of another man entering your wife. The moment of penetration. The expression on her face as she realizes he's bigger than she's used to. Seeing his shaft disappear inch by inch into her pussy. The knowledge he's balls deep in your wife. Inside your wife. Where only you're supposed to be.

Mike was so turned on. The angst hurt, but felt so good. It was delicious!

Josh began moving back and forth. He had to stop, panting. God Jen's pussy felt so good! He remembered how good she felt, but now that he was inside her again he realized the reality was way better than the memory. So smooth and silky, and tight too. God this girl had the best pussy!

Josh began moving in and out again. They kissed as they fucked. Mike knew Jen loved to kiss during sex. In some ways, seeing her kissing another man was harder than watching her fucking him. Seeing her do both, at the same time, was difficult, but also incredibly exciting.

Josh fucked harder, pounding her. Jen fucked back, pushing up to meet his thrusts. Mike looked into his wife's face. He saw uncontrolled, animalistic desire. He recognized that look. It was the passion he always saw in Jen's face when she was with another man. He rarely if ever saw it when she was with him.

Josh pulled out and flipped Jen around, throwing her onto her hands and knees. He impaled her again, ramming her so hard he shoved her face into the mattress. Then he pounded her hard and fast. Jen clutched at the sheets as he rode her, holding on for dear life as Josh fucked her brains out.

Josh slapped her ass as he pounded her, then reached under and roughly squeezed her tits. It was with that extra stimulation that Jen came for the first time. Her orgasm was so powerful she screamed. The screamed was mostly muffled since Josh still had her face stuffed into the mattress. But still Jen's scream carried, and a moment later Mike heard Anna crying.

Jen didn't notice Anna's cry. She'd given herself up to Josh who was relentlessly pounding her, fucking her through her orgasm. In fact, her orgasm seemed to go on and on, her body quivering helplessly as he abused her with his long, thick shaft.

Mike realized he had to do something about Anna. The toddler might crawl out of bed and knock on the door. Jen was moaning constantly now. It wasn't just moans, she was calling out Josh's name, chanting "God Josh, fuck me Josh, don't stop, fuck me Josh, harder Josh, oh god Josh." Mike couldn't let Anna hear that. How would he explain to Anna her mommy calling out another man's name?

Pulling on his pants and shirt, Mike went to Anna's room. Jen didn't seem to notice as he left.

Anna was awake, scared and crying in bed. Even with the door closed, Mike could still hear the moans coming from the bedroom. "Go back to sleep honey," he said soothingly to the toddler. "It's just the TV."

"My My," Anna said tugging at the buttons of Mike's shirt.

"Yeah, I'm your My My," Mike said kissing Anna. He smiled at her. "You're my Anna Banana." He gave her a little tickle.

Anna giggled and snuggled into Mike's arms. She quickly fell back asleep. Mike could still hear the sounds of sex coming from the bedroom. But now he was with his daughter so he tried to ignore them (rather than let them turn him on). Holding Anna tight, he closed his eyes. 

*************************

Mike woke to a soft hand on his shoulder. He opened his eyes. It was Jen. "Hi sleepyhead," Jen whispered, a smile on her face.

Mike saw she was wearing her fluffy white cotton robe. "What time is it?" he asked. Was it morning? Had Jen fucked Josh all night? 

"Around midnight," Jen said. 

Just midnight, Mike thought. He'd dozed off for only about a half hour. "Where's Josh?"

"He's gone," Jen said. She kissed his forehead. "Let me hold Anna a minute."

Mike got up and Jen replaced him in bed, pulling Anna into her arms. She cuddled the toddler. Mike saw that, even though asleep, Anna seemed to sigh contently with Jen's arms around her. Mike was really close with Anna. But there was a special bond a mother had with her daughter.

After a few minutes Jen got up. She fussed over Anna, making sure the pillows and covers were just right. Then she took Mike's arm, leaning into him. They went back to their bedroom.

"So what happened?" Mike asked. They were in bed on their sides, looking at each other. Mike had undressed but Jen was still in the robe.

"We finished and Josh left," Jen said.

"He lasted that long?" Mike asked. Another 30 minutes?

"Um, no," Jen said. "He finished, and then we talked a little." She looked guilty. "I knew you were with Anna."

"You saw me leave?" 

"Of course I did baby," Jen said, giving him a kiss. She looked guilty. "Should I have stopped?"

"No honey, I'm glad you finished," Mike said.

Jen smiled at him appreciatively. "I guess we were too loud," she said. "We'll have to do something different next time."

"Yeah ..." Mike said. He felt a stab in his gut, as clearly Jen had already decided they'd be a next time with Josh.

Jen sensed her husband's mood change. "I mean, if we decide to do it again," she quickly corrected, emphasizing "we."

"What did Josh say?" Mike asked.

"Um ... he'd like to get together again," Jen admitted. She explained, "It's just, I know him."

Mike nodded. He understood what Jen was feeling. She found it hard playing the game with complete strangers, it made her felt like a slut. She preferred people she knew, fuck buddies over one night stands. Mike liked it better that way too.

"I get it honey," he said. He opened her robe. Jen helped him by taking the robe off. She laid back so he could look at her.

Mike tenderly traced circles around Jen's nipples. They were red. "He was rough," he said.

"Yeah."

"You liked it though," he said gently running his fingertip over one of her nipples.

"Yeah," she admitted.

"You came so hard," Mike said.

Jen nodded, blushing a little at the memory of being so out of control.

"Did he finish inside you?"

"Yeah."

"Did he cum a lot?" 

"Um ..." Jen began. She knew the questions were a big part of the game for Mike. But sometimes she didn't know how to answer. She felt Josh cum, but she didn't know if he came a lot. So she said honestly, "I felt it when he came."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 09



Mike gently spread Jen's long legs a little and looked at her. Her pussy lips were puffy from being used so roughly. He saw a little white cum leaking out.

It was too much. All this was working Mike up into a sexual frenzy. And he hadn't cum yet tonight. He squeezed her breasts then got on top of her. "Did he make you cum again?" he asked, almost frantic now.

"Yeah, I came again," Jen said.

Mike moaned at Jen's answer. He pushed his cock into his wife. God her pussy felt so loose and wet. "You can't feel me can you?" he said as he began fucking her. "Josh's big cock loosened you up and now you can't feel my little dick."

"I can feel you Mike," she said holding his head so they looked into each other's eyes. From the heart she said honestly "I can feel you inside me baby. You feel way better than Josh."

But knowing what her husband wanted to hear, she added (again honestly), "But yeah, Josh made me cum twice on his cock."

With those words Mike came.

The next day was Sunday. The morning was busy with Anna, feeding and dressing her, reading books and playing games. After lunch Anna went down for her regular afternoon nap.

Jen put her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him. "Maybe we should talk about last night," she suggested.

"Yeah," Mike agreed. They had serious things to talk about, but both knew it would probably end with sex. So while still fully dressed, they got into bed.

"How do you feel baby?" Jen asked him. They were on their sides, looking at each other.

"It was really exciting," Mike gushed.

"Yeah but ... how do you feel?" Jen asked again, this time rubbing his chest over his heart.

"I feel good," Mike said. He meant it too. There were moments of insecurity and jealousy, inadequacy, feeling left out, but those dark emotions heighted the pleasure for him, the delicious angst. "You enjoyed it too," he said grinning at her.

"Well, yeah," Jen said with a "duh!" laugh. "It was exciting, um ..."

"It was exciting being with an aggressive guy again," Mike said completing her sentence.

"... yeah," Jen admitted after a moment's hesitation. She snuggled into his arms. At that moment she felt really close to Mike. He so got her. How was it, getting fucked by another man drew her closer to her husband? She didn't understand it, but that's how it was.

"It's hard for me to act that way with you," Mike admitted.

"I know baby, I don't want you to," Jen said hugging him. "I want to be your goddess."

"Except when I'm pissed at you," Mike said with a laugh.

"I remember," Jen said with a laugh back, remembering those times. Not often, but a few times Mike had really fucked her hard, out of anger as much as passion (usually when she went too far with their game). Those were bad memories. She liked it when other men treated her that way. She didn't like that sort of treatment from Mike.

"So, um, you never got hurt?" she asked.

"Bad hurt territory?"

"Yeah," Jen said.

"Not really," Mike said. Then he added honestly "Almost once, when Anna cried. I went to her, you didn't notice me leaving."

"I did notice," Jen insisted.

"You didn't seem to notice," Mike said. "You kept fucking Josh. I started thinking you were so into Josh you didn't care about me or Anna."

"Baby ..." Jen said feeling terrible, softly stroking his cheek.

"It's okay," Mike assured her. "If you fucked him all night, it would've hurt. But you just finished with him, then sent him away."

"I did send him away," Jen assured him. "I should have stopped when Anna cried."

"No, I had her," Mike said. He admitted with a grin "It turns me on you wanted to finish with Josh."

"You mean I wanted to cum again," Jen said with a laugh. "And make Josh cum too." She wasn't the kind of girl to leave her lovers hanging.

She reached down. Mike was so hard. "God you're so predictable," she said with another laugh. She snuggled into his arms again. "So you don't hate me?"

"I love you baby," Mike assured her, hugging her tight. "So I guess we survived it."

"I guess we did," Jen said.

"... I want to keep playing," Mike said hesitantly. "With Josh. You like him."

"He's okay," Jen said, reluctant to use any L words about other men. 

"So you want to keep playing?" Mike asked hopefully. 

"I want to do what you want me to do," Jen said burying her face in his chest as she hugged him tight.

Jen's answer bothered Mike. He didn't want to force her into anything. He hoped for a more definitive "yes I want to play the game too" answer from her. 

But then he realized maybe Jen needed that. Maybe she needed him to tell her what to do. 

Then a thought occurred to him. Was that why she did the 3 wishes? A way to expand the game, but have it on him, not her? 

Was that why Jen pretended not to notice when guys checked her out? It wasn't just her being a tease. She wanted the guy to be the aggressor. She wanted to be "forced" to do things. Mike knew his wife had a submissive streak.

Jen also hated feeling like a slut. Was that why she was often drunk or high when they played? So she could blame her promiscuousness on alcohol and drugs, rather than her insatiable sexual needs?

"Okay," Mike agreed, feeling like he understood his wife a lot better.

"Okay?" Jen asked, wanting Mike to say it.

"I want you to keep playing with Josh," Mike said, making his desires explicit.

Jen hesitated, then eventually said "Alright then." Why the hesitation? Mike wasn't sure if she had reservations, or didn't want to appear too eager. She added, "But we need to talk about something honey. Our neighbors could have seen me last night with Josh."

"No one goes to that bar," Mike said.

"You don't know that," Jen said. "What if our friends saw me, if they thought I was cheating?"

"You never used to worry about that," Mike said, remembering how she used to act around Ricky, Scott and Tom.

Jen frowned. "I was stupid," she admitted. "Things are different now. We have Anna."

"Suspecting is different from knowing," Mike said, repeating what Jen used to say.

Jen gave Mike a long look. "You planned it, right? You hoped someone would see me with Josh." Mike thought about denying it. Reading his thoughts, Jen squeezed his hand and said "Come on baby. If this is going to work, we need to communicate better this time."

Mike knew she was right. "You know my fantasies," he said with a guilty, embarrassed grin.

"Me cheating on you?" she asked, knowing the answer.

"Yeah," Mike admitted.

"I'm not cheating on you," Jen pointed out. "We're both playing."

"Of course you're not cheating honey," Mike assured her, squeezing her hands. "But if people think you are ..."

Jen got it. It turned Mike on if people thought she was cheating, if they thought she needed more than what Mike could give her. "I'll end up looking like a slut," she lamented.

"Our friends will think you're available," Mike predicted. "They'll hit on you more than they do now."

"And I'm supposed to give in, right?" Jen said sarcastically.

"Only if you want to baby," Mike assured her, taking her hands. "I'm okay with whatever you do. You're so sensual baby. I love that about you."

Jen played it out in her head. Getting hit on by their friends. Going to bed with some of them. They'd be rumors, maybe scowls from neighborhood wives. That wouldn't be fun. 

But Mike would get off on it. He'd be thinking about her all the time, constantly hot for her, obsessed with her. He'd hug and kiss her all the time, tell her she was sensual, his goddess. 

And it wouldn't be a hardship on her part. Some of their neighbors were really hot. Powerful, aggressive lawyers and stock brokers. She wasn't too fond of those rough talking, New York alpha guys. But in bed? Jen suspected the sex would be incredible.

All these thoughts made Jen shudder.

"Are you okay?" Mike asked.

"... it's kinda hot," she admitted after a moment's hesitation. "I told you, your fantasies kinda become my fantasies." She buried her head in her hands and giggled. "God Mike, it's like we've gone from 0 to 100 miles an hour."

"You said it feels like we never stopped playing the game," Mike pointed out with a grin.

"Yeah," Jen agreed with a shrug. She thought about it more. She probably already had a reputation around the neighborhood. She'd had too many male visitors, too many guys picking her up for dates. People noticed, you couldn't keep that secret. 

But she didn't care what other people thought, not really, not as long as Mike didn't think less of her. Of course, now they had Anna, they had to be careful their game didn't affect her. But Jen was pretty sure she could handle things. It was all about framing the message, and she was good at that.

"What are you thinking?" Mike asked.

"I'm thinking you're crazy mister," Jen said smiling at him. Mike's leg was against hers. His penis pressed against her thigh. He was sooo hard.

She pulled his pants down to his knees. Then she pulled up her skirt and took off her panties. She got on top (Mike's favorite position), straddling his hips. She lowered himself on him, guiding his cock into her. Being half dressed, they could fuck yet quickly re-dress if Anna stirred from her nap.

Jen wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and looked into his eyes. "You want me to cheat on you huh?" she teased as she slowly rode him. "Like Nancy cheats on her husband."

"Yeah," Mike said excitedly. "I don't think it's bad."

"What?"

"What Nancy's doing," Mike said. "Yeah, she's cheating on her husband. But she loves Mac. It's just a physical thing. It doesn't change her feelings for him."

"So, what? You want me to really cheat on you?" Jen asked. She laughed to hide her anxiety. It was the closest they'd ever talked about her affair with Wes.

"I'm saying, I'd be okay with it," Mike said. "It'd just be physical, right? You'd still love me, just like Nancy loves Mac."

"Yeah baby, I'd still love you," Jen said softly, looking into her husband's eyes.

"I know you need more," Mike said.

"You're all I need," Jen insisted. Then with a giggle she admitted "I guess I don't mind more sometimes."

"I love that about you," Mike said looking up into his wife's sweet pretty face. He was breathing hard as she rode him.

"That I'm a slut?" she said.

"You're not a slut, you're really -."

Jen put a finger on Mike's lips to stop him. She hugged him again. "Never stop thinking I'm your goddess baby," she said. 

"Of course you'll always be my goddess," Mike swore. "No matter what."

"Promise?" 

"I swear," Mike said solemnly.

Suddenly Jen decided it was the right time. It was finally time. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah" Mike said, breathing even harder now. He was really close.

"You won't get upset?" she asked.

"I won't," Mike promised.

Jen hesitated. She took a deep breath. Then she said "I've cheated on you."

Mike looked into his wife's eyes. "I know."

"More than once," Jen said.

This time Mike paused. "Okay," he said, less certain now.

Jen kept slowly rocking back and forth. She was relieved he was just as hard as before, maybe harder. "Do you hate me?" she asked. "It was years ago."

"I don't hate you," Mike assured her. "Were you unhappy with me then? Is that why you did it?"

"No baby I've always loved you," Jen insisted.

"So, you just needed more?"

"I - I guess," Jen admitted.

With her confession Mike came.

***********

Things got hectic. Anna woke up with the sniffles. It was nothing, but as first time over-protective parents they freaked. They called Anna's doctor, Jen's mom and older sister, looking for advice. Everyone assured them Anna was fine, but Jen was still a nervous wreck. By the evening, Anna's sniffles were gone. Mike and Jen were exhausted and collapsed into bed, not having had the opportunity to talk about Jen's confession.

Things were just as busy that week. First thing Monday morning, Jen flew with Allie and Scott to visit clients. She wouldn't be home until that weekend.

Mike was distracted during his classes on Monday. Jen had cheated. Not just once. He always suspected that Wesley guy from school. Mike assumed he was one. Who was the other? Others?

He felt numb. He'd fantasized about this. About Jen cheating on him. But now that he knew. Now that it was real. 

He was pissed at Jen. She said it happened years ago. Why keep it secret all this time? 

"Are you okay honey?" Jen asked worriedly on the phone later that night. She'd been super busy, it was the first time they had a chance to talk.

"I'm fine," Mike said tersely.

Jen was scared. Mike was clearly upset. He had every right to be of course. God, why had she picked Sunday to tell him, when she had to travel all week? "I'm sorry Mike," she said pleadingly. "It was years ago. They didn't mean anything. It was just physical, like Nancy."

"Let's wait until you're home to talk about it," Mike said.

"Okay," Jen said. She added hesitantly "You won't do anything crazy right?"

"Like what?"

"Um, I mean ... you'll be there when I get home?"

"Of course I'll be here," Mike snapped, anger just below the surface. What, he was going to walk out on Anna?

Jen winched at Mike's tone. "Mike honey, you said you wouldn't get mad," she reminded him in a soft voice. "You said what Nancy's doing's not bad."

"I'm not mad," Mike said. "I'm just ... I don't know. Let's talk when you get home. We can't do this over the phone."



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 10



[Continuing Book 1: Cheating]

"Your polling numbers are getting worse," Jacob said. Jacob Kelly was Jasmine's father.

"Who told you that?" Jasmine said irritably. "Josh?"

Jacob shrugged. Never confirm or deny, that's how he dealt with people, even his daughter. "You need to do better Jasmine," he said in a disapproving tone. 

"Dad I haven't even announced yet," Jasmine said.

"And you won't be announcing, not with your numbers," Jacob said. "The party won't support you, they'll turn to another candidate. You'll get no funding, no endorsements. You'll be dead before you start."

"So I'll do my own fund raising," Jasmine said stubbornly. She wasn't worried about financing her campaign, she had a ringer chairing her finance committee. Getting quality endorsements was another thing. Her father knew it too.

"But who'll endorse you? Football players? Movie stars?" Jacob said dismissively. Shaking his head he said "ESPN was a mistake. Now CNN. Both bad choices Jasmine."

"So where should I work? Fox News?" Jasmine said sarcastically.

"Get out of TV," Jacob said. "Quit CNN. Your numbers among women are atrocious. Get married. Then they'll identify with you better."

"Get married to help my numbers?" Jasmine said incredulously. "Dad, I like being a reporter. I'm doing good things. I exposed Liberty-Gate."

"That was a bad decision, you hurt your own party," Jacob said sternly. "You think you'll get any support from the President after embarrassing him like that? You're practically radiative."

Jasmine glared at her father. They were truly father and daughter, both ambitious and stubborn to the core. So the Democratic Party wouldn't support her? Fine! To hell with them and her father! She'd run as an independent, she'd do it on her own!

**************

Artie called Mike, telling him the meeting with Drums was set for the next day. Mike was still confused over Jen's confession. Yes, cheating turned him on. At least the abstract idea of cheating. But now Mike was faced with the reality. It wasn't suspicions anymore, he KNEW Jen had cheated. And not told him for years. He was hurt and pissed. Yes, it turned him on at some level. But he was too upset to get excited about it.

But for the moment he had to push all that from his thoughts. He had to get ready for the meeting with Drums. This was for Anna's sake. It was important to know who was her biological father. So Mike got ready.

The hardest part was hacking into Drums' iPhone. After that it was easy. 

First Mike found pictures of Drums fucking girls and doing drugs; he was amazed how many pictures like that Drums kept on his iPhone and Mac. Clearly he fucked a lot of girls (groupies?). There were a lot of orgies, and more than a few of the girls didn't look legal. 

Mike set up an account on iCloud (he made Drums the owner). He copied the pictures to that iCloud account.

Then Mike hacked into the Ramones' financial accounts. He installed sleeping demons that (once activated) would move money from Jay, Mal and Artie's accounts to offshore accounts owned by a shell company. Mike made Drums the owner of the shell company.

Mike's plan was simple. He assumed Drums would refused to take a paternity test, and make trouble for Jen and Anna. When that happened, Mike would threaten to release the pictures and activate the software demons. It would ruin Drums' life. Mike was certain Drums would give in. 

Later that day Mike met his best friend Sam for a drink. Sam was in town for a hearing. "Jen's working with you about a deal with the government?" Mike asked. "When's that happening?"

"I gave her some papers, it's all set up on my end," Sam said.

"So when's it happening?" Mike asked impatiently. "I should just call up Banks and work the deal myself."

"Don't Mike," Sam cautioned. "Jen's right, it's got to be orchestrated. You don't have the best judgment about people sometimes."

"What's that mean?" Mike asked irritably.

"You're not a people person," Sam said. "You don't always read people right, that's all." Sam wasn't telling Mike anything he didn't already know. But he could see Mike was pissed. He asked "What's with you?"

Mike was still angry at Jen about the cheating and it was spilling over to this. Sam was his best friend, he needed to talk to someone. "Jen cheated on me," Mike said, a pained look on his face.

"What? When?" Sam said surprised. "Who?"

"A few years ago," Mike said. "She just told me."

"Back in college? With Ricky?" Sam asked. As Mike's best friend, he knew most of the stories of their game.

Mike shook his head. "I think it was before Ricky. This guy Wesley. Allie's friend. And another guy. At least one more. I'm not sure who, if he was before or after Ricky. Or Scott."

"Mike, look what you're saying," Sam said trying to be the peace maker. "Ricky, Scott. Then there was Tom. And other guys right?"

"What are you saying?" Mike asked defensively.

"Come on Mike," Sam said. "With the games you and Jen play, is anything really cheating?"

"Jen did this behind my back," Mike said exasperated, incredulous his best friend Sam was taking Jen's side. "She didn't tell me for years."

Sam gave Mike a frown. "No offense Mike, but I know how you and Jen are," he said. "You're sure this wasn't part of your game?"

*************

"Are you okay?" Allie asked Jen in the hotel bar. They were having a drink after a full day of meetings. Scott was joining them later for dinner. "You seem distracted," Allie said. Jen hadn't been her normal super-brilliant self during their meetings. A few times she lost her train of thought and she and Scott had to cover for her.

"I'm fine," Jen said, lying. She WAS distracted about her confession to Mike but she didn't want to get into it with Allie. Wanting to change the subject she asked "How's Darren and Darren Jr.?"

Allie's face lit up at the mention of her son, who was a few months older than Anna. "DJ's wonderful," she gushed, using her son's nickname. Then her face clouded as she thought of her husband.

"What's wrong?" Jen asked suddenly concerned for her best friend.

"You know how I told you, we kind of have an open marriage now?" Allie said.

"I thought you liked it."

"Variety's fun," Allie said with a weak grin. She shrugged. "Darren's getting back into the black bull thing," she said. Her cheeks reddened, both at the embarrassment of saying "black bull," and the knowledge Darren had once played the black bull for Jen and Mike.

"Um, I guess that's not a good thing?" Jen asked cautiously, also feeling awkward.

"It was okay in the beginning," Allie said. "We played with other couples. It was fun."

"Okay ..." Jen said prompting Allie to continue.

"Then Darren got back into the black bull thing," Allie said. "It's like an obsession, the way Mike is. His cuckold fantasy. You know?"

"Yeah I get it," Jen said with a humorless laugh. "Um ... it would be better if you didn't say the C word to Mike. You know how he is around you."

Allie shrugged. For her that ship had sailed a long time ago, but whatever. Anyway she had her own problems. "Lately it's gotten worse with Darren," she said. A frown crossed her face. "You remember Stacy? The girl Darren got pregnant?"

"Yeah," Jen said.

"They live in New York now," Allie said. Looking cross she said "Darren's talked to her. He wants to see the baby. Jen, they named her Dannika."

"Oh god ..." Jen said with a grimace. "Does he want to ... have sex with Stacy?"

"I don't know, he says he doesn't," Allie said looking distressed. She put her face in her hands. "God this is so fucked up. I don't know what to do. I mean, I don't mind an open marriage, we both enjoy it. Even the black bull thing, it's a turn on knowing my husband's so desirable to other women. But he got another woman pregnant. On purpose. And yeah ... now I'm worried he wants to have a relationship with them. Not just with the baby. But with Stacy too."

"It's probably as much Jim as Stacy," Jen said.

"Jim?" Allie asked.

"Stacy's husband," Jen said. She shrugged. "It's part of the C fantasy," she explained.

Allie nodded slowly, knowing Jen was probably an expert on how a cuckold's head and lust worked. She cautiously asked "Did Mike want to see you with Drums again?"

"Not possible," Jen said, grimacing at the memory of being with Frankie while Mike was in jail. 

"Yeah but ...," Allie said, knowing nothing was ever simple with Mike. "Has Mike ever said anything?"

"It ended bad," Jen said with another shrug. She'd never told Allie how it ended with Frankie - how she lost interest, how he got possessive, how he hit her - and didn't feel like getting into it now. Wanting to change the subject, she offered "Maybe Mike can talk to Darren, Jim too. It helped last time right?"

Scott arrived a few minutes later and they went to dinner. It was a working dinner as they strategized about the next day's meetings. They weren't very productive though, because Jen continued to be distracted by her ongoing rift with Mike.

They parted after dinner, Jen going to her room, Scott and Allie going out for a drink. Jen wondered if Allie was sleeping with Scott again. It wouldn't surprise her. Allie had an open marriage, and Scott was the same player as always. 

Jen had no interest in Scott, especially now with Mike upset with her. But if Darren was off doing his black bull thing, maybe Allie was spending time with Scott if for no other reason than the company.

As Jen crossed the hotel lobby to the elevator, she heard music coming from the hotel bar. A cover band was playing U2's Beautiful Day. Jen loved live music, and this band sounded pretty good. Having nothing else to do, she decided to listen for a little while.

Jen sat at the bar and ordered a white wine. Within moments she got hit on. Then she got hit on again. Both guys were good looking, but she wasn't interested. She got irritated when another guy hit on her. This guy was even better looking, gorgeous actually. But Jen just wanted to sip her wine and listen to the music. When the fourth guy hit on her, she left the bar and went up to her room. 

Jen felt lonely and missed Mike and Anna. She desperately wanted to smooth things over with Mike. She hated when he was upset with her, it was like throwing her world into a tailspin.

************************

Mike met Drums later that week at a bar. When he got there Drums was already on his second beer, watching the Mets game on the TV. 

They didn't shake hands. Mike felt his former friend's hostility. Drums clearly didn't want to be there.

"So what do you want to talk about?" Drums asked.

"I want you to take a paternity test," Mike said getting right to the point. "It's important we know Anna's biological father."

"Okay, fine, whatever," Drums said with a shrug.

Mike was surprised Drums gave in so easily. He passed a card over. "Here's the doctor's office," he said.

Drums gave another shrug as he put the card in his pocket without looking at it. He asked "How's Jen?"

"She's fine," Mike said stiffly, glaring at Drums.

Drums returned Mike's glare. He said tauntingly "Have you heard my second album? The songs are about me and Jen."

"You used her name?" Mike hissed angrily, the conversation quickly going from bad to worse.

"No, better than that," Drums said. He laughed, like he was picking a fight. "I call her Mary. You know, from Thunder Road? Jen's favorite Springsteen song?"

Mike's fists were clenched. "Take the test," he growled. "Then leave Jen and Anna alone."

"Does Jen still fuck other guys?" Drums said with a mocking grin. "I've got to admit Mike. That wife of yours loves big dicks."

"If you ever bother us. If you ever try to contact Jen or Anna. I'll kill you," Mike threatened in a low voice.

"Yeah right," Drums said with a dismissive laugh.

"You need to understand me," Mike said in the same low dangerous voice. "I went to jail over something I barely cared about. You don't think I'd kill for people I love? If you even try to contact Jen or Anna, I'll kill you."

Fear flashed across Drums' face. But he quickly recovered. He said tauntingly "I'll take your fucking test. You know why? So you'll know Anna's my baby. Every time you look at the brat, you'll know Jen was mine. Your precious wife. You'll know I fucked her whenever I wanted. You'll know she begged for my cock. She loved me, had my baby. All while you were rotting in jail. What do you think about that Mike? Your dick hard?"

Mike violently lunged at Drums, swinging his fists at him. Drums was ready for it. He blocked Mike's punch and threw one of his own, landing a hard blow across Mike's cheek and eye. Mike punched back and the two men pounded on each other. The bouncers pulled them apart, but by then both Mike and Drums were bloody.

*************

"How stupid," Mike silently chided himself as he taxied home. He held a bag of ice against his eye and cheek. "Stupid, stupid, stupid."

Mike had held all the cards, he was supposed to be in control. He was supposed to manipulate Drums, not the other way around. 

Instead, Drums had goaded him into a fight. Mike had gotten in a few blows, but he wasn't a fighter and Drums was bigger. Mike winched at the pain as he held the ice pack against his cheek and eye. He was going to have a major black eye.

Mike was encouraged by 2 thoughts. First, Jen wouldn't be home for a couple days. He didn't want to admit her former lover/"boyfriend" got the better of him in a fist fight. Maybe by the weekend he could come up with a story so he wouldn't have to mention Drums.

Second, and way more important, he was pretty sure Drums would take the paternity test. Clearly Drums hated Mike, and he wanted the paternity test to stick it to him. It was a big "fuck you," not only fucking your rival's wife, but getting her pregnant. 

Mike hated himself - despised himself - as he felt himself get an erection. He hated Drums as much as he hated Scott. But thinking about Jen's former lovers - not just lovers, but boyfriends - that never failed to get him hot, no matter what. God he was so pathetic.

Mike had left Anna with Maggie. When he got home, Mags wasn't there, neither was Anna. He was shocked though to see Jen.

"Mike what happened?!" Jen said immediately at the sight of her husband's bruised face. She went to him and took off the ice pack. "Oh my god," she said horrified, seeing the black eye and swollen cheek. She walked him to the sofa.

"Where's Anna?" Mike asked concerned.

"She's sleeping over with Maggie," Jen explained, getting a warm towel and gently washing Mike's face. "I came home early, so we can talk." She gently swabbed his swollen cheek and eye. "Oh baby what happened?"

Mike was a lousy liar, and he hadn't had time to come up with a story. "I saw Drums about the paternity test," he said honestly.

"He did this?" Jen said horrified. It was her worse fears. Frankie had shown himself to be violent, and he was a lot bigger and stronger than Mike. "Oh baby," she said tenderly stroking his face and looking pityingly at him. 

Jen's reaction - the worry and pity in her eyes - hit Mike like a blow to the gut. It was like she didn't think he could hold his own against Drums. "Drums looks bad too," he said trying to salvage his pride. Puffing out his chest, he added "I made him agree to take the paternity test."

Jen sensed her mistake. Knowing male pride and bravado were delicate things, she decided not to say anything more about the fight. Instead she kissed him and said "That's so good baby."

Mike wasn't a braggart though. He shrugged and admitted "Not the way I planned though."

"What was your plan?" Jen gently asked, curiosity getting the better of her.

"I hacked into his phone and computer," Mike said proudly. He explained about the sex pictures and software demons.

"Oh, um, that's really smart baby," Jen said hesitantly, hiding her true feelings because she didn't want to further hurt Mike's pride. But she immediately knew his plan wouldn't have worked against Frankie. He'd get off on the sex pictures being leaked. As for the off-shore accounts, Frankie would've just joked about it with Artie, Mal and Jay (all the while mocking Mike's attempt to frame him), and returned the money. They'd have known it was Mike trying to set up Frankie.

Worse still, Frankie could've used all that to press charges against Mike. Mike had the motive, he had the expertise to hack Frankie's computer, and he had the Cloaking Device to do it secretly. The government knew all that. 

Jen feared Frankie might have won if he'd pressed charges. Mike in jail again? The thought terrified her. 

This was why she insisted on setting up the talk with the government about Mike's proposed deal. It had to be carefully planned, and Mike couldn't do it, he had too big a blind spot. He was brilliant with computers and numbers, but he didn't think things through, especially when it involved people.

But Jen didn't voice any of that, because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. Instead she said "Um, maybe you should delete the pictures and demons." Thinking fast she added "You know, we don't want Frankie to find them. It would ruin it if we need the leverage later." She didn't want Mike to be tempted to use them.

"Yeah, good idea," Mike said. He got on his computer and deleted it all. "I can always set it up again if we need it."

"Right," Jen agreed. Wanting to make sure he didn't get himself into trouble, she added, "But, um, tell me first okay?" 

She continued to gently soothe his sore cheek and eye with the ice pack. Curious, she asked "Why did Drums agree to take the test?" She was careful to say "Drums" instead of "Frankie" (even though she still thought of him as Frankie).

Mike didn't answer. Jen noticed his hesitation and it worried her. Had Mike applied other leverage on Frankie, leverage that could be turned around on him? "Tell me Michael," she said firmly.

"He's doing the test to throw it in my face," Mike finally admitted. "That he's Anna's father."

Jen wasn't surprised. Frankie was such an ass. "You're Anna's father," she assured him, rubbing his arm. 

"I know," Mike said with a nod. After a moment he added "He said it'd remind me you had his baby."

"Your baby," Jen said, gently correcting him. God this is bad, she thought. She knew Frankie would throw this shit at Mike. She wished he hadn't talked to him.

Jen looked concerned at Mike as she continued to soothe his sore cheek and eye with the ice pack. "Your baby," she said again with a tender kiss to his lips.

"He said it'd remind me you loved him," Mike said.

"I never loved Drums," Jen said, careful again to say Drums and not Frankie.

"But you were with him a long time," Mike said.

Jen could tell Mike was turned on. He was upset too. That's how he was, conflicted about his fantasies. 

"You were with Drums a long time," Mike repeated when Jen didn't answer.

"I guess," Jen said, kissing Mike's shoulder. "He didn't mean anything, he was just there."

"But you fucked him all the time," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen admitted.

"Did you buy his second album?" Mike asked accusingly.

"What?"

"He said it's about you and him. He called you Mary, from Thunder Road."

"Oh ..." Jen said surprised.

"Did you buy it?"

"No, but, um ... I have it," Jen admitted hesitantly. "Drums gifted it to me a few months ago."

"You downloaded it?" Mike asked again with that accusing tone.

"I mean ... yeah," Jen said. She hadn't given it a moment's thought at the time, she just clicked the gift icon on iTunes and then promptly forgot about it. "I haven't listened to it." 

Jen reached down and cupped her husband's crotch. He was so hard. Understanding his desires, she asked "Do you want me to listen to it?"

Mike looked at her. He wanted a lot of things at that moment. But he didn't dare voice them. 




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 10



Jen read her husband's thoughts and remembered her earlier conversation with Allie. She got her iPhone from her bag. She found Frankie's second album and played it. They snuggled together on the sofa, holding each other, as they listened. 

The songs were about passion and romance, about wanting more from marriage, about a wife (Mary) falling in lust and love with another man, spurning her husband and having her lover's baby. By the last song Mike was shaking. Not from anger but cuckold lust.

Jen slid to the floor, getting on her knees between Mike's legs. She pulled off his pants and boxers. God he was so hard.

"I never loved Drums," Jen said, gently kissing the head of her husband's cock.

"You can call him Frankie," Mike said. After everything, hearing Jen said "Drums" sounded wrong.

"... okay," Jen said after a moment, kissing Mike's cock again. "I never loved him. Do you believe me?"

"You got close to him," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. "But you wanted me too. Remember?"

Mike nodded. "You lived with him. Fucked him all the time."

"You wanted me to, remember?"

Mike nodded again. He reached down and cupped his wife's breasts. Jen pulled away slightly and crossed her arms. She pulled off her top and then took off her bra. She took Mike's hands and pulled them to her bare tits.

"Remember? It was your wish," Jen said, her hands over Mike's as he fondled her.

"Those wishes were wild," Mike said with a grin.

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh. She got serious seeing the uncontrolled lust in Mike's eyes. She pulled his hands to her tummy. "They were really wild," she said.

Mike slowly nodded, slowly caressing his wife's stomach. Her tummy was flat and firm again. But before it'd been big with Drums' baby.

Jen read Mike's thoughts. "Your baby," she assured him.

"Yeah," Mike agreed. He was so excited the one word was barely audible.

Jen pulled her long blonde hair to the side. Then she lowered her head and went down on her husband. Within moments he exploded in her mouth.

"Wesley was one of the guys right?" Mike asked later as they lay in bed. They were on their sides, facing each other. 

"Yeah," Jen admitted.

"How long was your affair?"

Jen winched at his use of "affair." But she knew it was accurate. "While you were doing the Barnes Fellowship."

"Did you fuck him after I got back?"

"No never," Jen assured him. 

Mike paused as if taking this in. Then he asked "Who else?"

"Just one more," Jen said. She hesitated. In many ways this was worse than Wes. At least with Wes, she could say she was lonely and confused. This other time, she was just stupid and horny. "It was after college, when we were in New York."

"Before Ricky?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said. "You were away, I can't remember where. After work I went with Allie for drinks. I got kinda drunk. This guy hit on me. I went home with him."

"What was his name?"

Jen thought a moment. "I can't remember," she said honestly.

"He must've been good looking."

"I think so," Jen said, only vaguely remembering what he looked like. 

"Did he make you cum?"

Jen wrapped her arms around Mike. "Yeah," she said softly. She kissed his shoulder. She knew what the next question was, and dreaded it.

Mike asked what Jen feared. "Did you make him wear a condom?" 

Jen hesitated, then said "I don't remember how it happened. But no."

Mike moved Jen's head so he could look at her. "He fucked you without a condom?"

"Yeah," Jen admitted, her cheeks going red. She was still hugging Mike. He wasn't pulling away from her. That was a good thing. "I was drunk. I don't remember how it happened."

Mike was so excited he was trembling. Jen knew though, that although he was excited now, later might be a different story. Then, after having sex, all the hurt and anger would come to the surface. There was nothing she could do about it now. She had to answer all his questions truthfully, it was the least she could do. She would have to work on mending things after.

"Did you make him pull out?" Mike asked. 

"I meant to, but ... he came inside me," Jen said. She felt Mike shudder.

"You weren't worried about getting pregnant?" Mike asked, his voice so dry he was almost inaudible.

"I was," Jen admitted. Like most girls, she'd been on the pill since becoming sexually active as a teenager. But she often forgot to take the pill, and while living with Mike in New York she'd been particularly lax since she knew she was going to marry Mike anyway.

"You got home the next day," she said. She kissed his shoulder again, burying her head there. This was the hardest part, but she wanted to tell him everything. "I made sure we had sex. I made sure you came inside me."

Mike's breath caught at her words. He understood immediately. Jen grew up Catholic. Her religious beliefs wouldn't allow her to take a morning after pill or get an abortion. So she made sure he came inside her so if she got pregnant from the one-night stand, he'd think it was his.

It was too much. Mike abruptly threw the blankets off and tossed Jen onto her stomach. He got behind her and took hold of her hips, roughly pulling up her ass. They were both naked so he didn't have to deal with any clothes. He took hold of his hard cock and rammed himself inside her. Jen yelped with pain. Mike wasn't big, but she was dry and the sudden penetration hurt. 

Mike fucked her frantically. He was out of control. As he rammed her he growled "Take it, take it, take it!" With each thrust he slapped her ass hard, treating her like a cheap slut. Jen's eyes teared up but she didn't complain. Within moments he came.

Mike collapsed onto her back, panting. His cock softened and fell out, and he rolled off of her. 

Jen turned over onto her back and pulled the covers up to her chin. She wiped tears from her eyes. She didn't like when Mike treated her rough, like a slut. But she knew she deserved it so she didn't complain.

She snuggled into him, needing the reassurance of his love. To her relief, he wrapped his arm around her.

They were silent for long moments. Mike finally asked "Why'd you do it?" 

"I don't know," Jen said honestly.

"Were there others?" 

"No," Jen said.

Mike didn't say anything, like he was thinking. Then he asked "If we never played the game. If Ricky never happened, or Scott, Tom. If none of that happened. Do you think you would have cheated again?"

Jen didn't answer at once. She remembered that time in the Hamptons, when she almost cheated with Scott. Well, she HAD cheated if oral counts, and she would have fucked Scott if they'd had a condom. The fact was, she was weak, easy tempted, and selfish. But even with all that, all those guys, all those fucks, she always loved Mike.

"I might've cheated with my body," Jen admitted. She added earnestly, "But never my heart." 

Mike got up on an elbow and looked at her. "So you'll cheat on me again?" he asked.

Jen didn't deny it. How could she? What credibility did she have? With her history, despite her best intentions, how could she be certain she'd never be tempted again?

"You're the only man I'll ever love," she told him. "You're perfect for me."

"Because I let you fuck other guys?" Mike said, bitterness in his voice. Jen didn't say anything. She didn't know what to say.

Mike looked into Jen's beautiful face, her big blue doe-like eyes. God he loved her so much. He thought about his earlier conversation with Sam. Given who they were, how they were wired, was anything really cheating? 

Softening, Mike said "I guess it's not cheating if we're playing the game."

"Yeah," Jen said, hope in her voice and eyes.

Mike kissed her and they made out for a few moments. He pulled away and said "I got you something." He handed Jen a shirt sized box. 

Jen opened the box. Inside was white cotton and lace. She pulled out the soft material. That's when she realized it was a nightie.

"My old frat t-shirt's looking kind of ghetto," Mike said with a grin.

"I love it," Jen said holding up the new white nightie. It was made of really fine, silky soft cotton and trimmed in lace. "Kind of short," she observed giving him a grin back. 

Jen got up and put on the nightie. She brushed her hair and put on a little lipstick to give Mike the full treatment. She stood in front of the full length mirror and turned this way and that, modeling it for her husband. "I like it, it's really soft," she said beaming at him.

Mike nodded as he ran his eyes up and down his wife's perfect body. The nightie was definitely short, not even reaching her mid-thigh. She looked really leggy in it. Also, the cotton was so silky her nipples dented the fabric. "I like it too," he said captivated by the sight of her. He never tired of looking at her. 

Jen walked back over to Mike. She took his hands. "Make love to me baby," she said pulling his hands to her breasts. She needed the connection, his love, his forgiveness. She knew she was using her looks and body against him, but she didn't care. She needed him to make love to her. She needed him to love her.

Mike pulled Jen onto the bed and got on top of her, between her welcoming legs. He pushed up the nightie and mounted her. This time he was gentle. As he made love to her he tenderly caressed and kissed her. He treated her like his goddess.

Maggie brought Anna home the next morning. Mike and Jen spent the weekend playing with their daughter and reconnecting. They were constantly touching, holding hands, talking, kissing. During Anna's naps they made love. After putting Anna down for the night they made love. Mike couldn't get enough of his wife, and she needed him inside her, she was desperate for the intimacy.

Jen had to travel again the next week for work. She was working harder than ever. Her advertising firm was no longer in danger of going out of business, but now her partners were pushing to maximize profits. 

As she packed Sunday night, Mike asked "Have you heard from Josh?" 

"Some texts," Jen said.

"He wants to get together?"

"Yeah."

"Do you want to?" Mike asked.

Jen approached Mike and put her arms around his neck. "Do you want me to baby?" she asked.

Mike grinned. "You know I do."

"Maybe next weekend," Jen said with a laugh. She kissed him. Then she remembered. "Oh um, Allie and Darren are having some issues." She explained about how Darren wanted to see Stacy and have a relationship with Dannika. "Can you talk to Darren?"

"Yeah, sure," Mike said, his heart suddenly pounding. "It might be better if I talked to Jim first, to see where his head's at. They live in New York now?"

Jen saw the excitement in her husband's face. She wasn't surprised. "You're talking with Jim to help Allie and Darren," she reminded him, giving him a knowing look. Mike gave her his best "who me?" innocent look. Jen gave him a playful chastising look.

Jen went into her closet to finish packing. With her back turned, Mike took the opportunity to slip a small package into her suitcase.

Inside her walk-in closet, Jen gathered a few last items for her trip. Then she saw Mike's old frat t-shirt on the floor. She loved it, although it was looking tattered. And now she had the new white nightie.

Jen took out her memory box from the dresser. She actually had 2 boxes, one for Mike and the other for everyone else. She accidentally opened the "old boyfriends" box, instead of Mike's. At the top was Clint's Jacob ring. She paused a moment, thinking about him. She wondered what he was doing, hoping he was okay. Then she closed the "old boyfriends" box and opened Mike's box. Jen carefully folded Mike's old frat t-shirt and put it in the box.

When she emerged from the closet, she saw Mike looking off into the distance, lost in thought. She knew what he was thinking about. "Don't get any ideas when you talk to Jim," she told him, giving him that playful scolding look again. But it was already too late, she could tell Mike was excited and a hard-on tented his pants.

"Don't get any ideas Mike," she said firmly. "It's happened once, that's enough."

"Yeah," Mike agreed, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"Mike, god," Jen lamented. She looked cross at him. But what could she do? They were both flawed. But she loved him. She needed him. They needed each other.

Knowing Mike needed relief, she pulled off his pants and went down on him. She sucked him until he came in her mouth.

Later in bed, Mike asked "Are you close to setting up the meeting with the government?"

"Oh ah, yeah, almost," Jen said. Seeing his impatience, she kissed his head and said "Just a little more time baby, these things take time." 

Jen felt guilty knowing she was procrastinating. She only needed to talk to one more person, but she dreaded the conversation. This was really important to Mike, she knew that. She made a silent promise to make the call before the next weekend.

*******************

The meetings went much better than last week. Having made up with Mike, Jen was focused and at her marketing best. By Wednesday they were close to signing up a major new client, Universal Mortgage and Life. That afternoon she told Mike the good news.

"That's great baby," Mike gushed. "When will they tell you?"

"I hope tonight," Jen said. "I'm having dinner with Carrington tonight. He's their CMO."

"Oh okay," Mike said. "What's he like?"

"Carrington?" Jen said with a laugh, still high from their successful meetings. "Well, his name's Carrington, that tells you something." She laughed again. "He's a preppy Yale boy, thirty-something, a rising star in advertising."

"You're a rising star," Mike pointed out.

"Yeah right," Jen said with another laugh.

"So you have something in common," Mike said.

"I guess," Jen said, the laugh still in her voice. Then she realized Mike was up to something. "Um, honey? Carrington is married."

"Marketing people are free spirits, right?" he said.

"I guess."

"I'm just saying, he sounds interesting," Mike said. "You'll have fun at dinner."

"Yeah, I guess," Jen said. They were silent for a few moments.

"Did you find the care package?" Mike asked, breaking the silence.

"Care package?" Jen said not understanding.

"I put it in your suitcase."

"Oh," Jen said surprised. She hadn't seen anything. But she lived out of her suitcase when traveling, it was still stuffed with her things.

"Anna's calling me," Mike said hurriedly. "Have fun tonight honey. I love you."

"I love you too baby," Jen said. After hanging up she stared at the phone. Then she walked over to her suitcase.

She found the package inside a side pocket. It was the size of a paperback book. She opened it. Inside was a lacy garter belt, silk stockings and a red rose. Also, a box of condoms.

Jen fingered the lace of the garter belt as she looked at the rose and condoms. A red rose for love. Condoms for sex.

Mike's message was clear. He wanted her to find a lover on this trip. 

More than that.

He wanted her to cheat.

Jen suddenly giggled. How crazy was this? How crazy was their life?

When she calmed down she thought about it. Was Mike out of his mind? Carrington was married. He had a big wedding ring on his finger. He - like her - had a daughter. On top of that, he was a client (or almost was). 

Yes, Carrington was good looking. Dirty blonde hair, broad shoulders. Did Mike know that? Had he Googled him to see his picture and profile?

Fucking Carrington wouldn't be a hardship. He was Ivy League confident, borderline arrogant, full of himself. She had no doubt he was the kind of man who took control in bed. She imagined this handsome, aggressive man taking her from behind, fucking her like a cheap slutty dog. The image made her shiver. No, sex with Carrington definitely wouldn't be a hardship. And Mike wanted her to do it. Her husband wanted her to give her body to another man. She felt herself getting really wet. That part of the game always turned her on.

But Carrington was married. Jen didn't feel good about seducing a happily married man, especially one with a baby daughter.

But what if Carrington seduced her?

With that thought, Jen changed into her wrap dress. It was the shortest, sexiest dress in her suitcase, but it was classy too, designed by Diane von Furstenberg (not an imitation).

Before slipping on the dress, Jen put on the garter belt and stockings. She grimaced as she rolled the stockings up her legs. They were real stockings, not thigh highs like she normally wore. She liked the feel of real stockings - they were incredibly silky - but without the stay up elastic of thigh highs, they always - inevitably - crept down her legs (usually around her ankles). As a fashion snob, she hated that look, it was like panty lines. 

"You look brilliant," Carrington said admiringly as they met in the 2 Michelin starred restaurant. He gestured towards the maître 'd. "Our table's ready."

"Um, would you mind a drink first?" Jen asked, glancing over at the bar. She needed the liquid courage. He was an (almost) client after all. Also, she'd have more room at the bar to show off.

Jen crossed her legs as she sat on the bar stool. The motion caused the wrap dress to part at her knees. She demurely fixed the dress, pretending not to notice as Carrington looked at her legs. 

"You're married?" Carrington asked, finally tearing his eyes away from Jen's legs.

"Of course I'm married, can't you see the ring on my finger?" Jen thought to herself. She didn't say that of course. Instead she said "Um, yes, we have a daughter." Looking at the gold band around his finger, she asked "You?"

"Just celebrated our 10 year anniversary," Carrington said giving her a charming smile. "We have a daughter too."

"Awesome," Jen said. "Wow, what a smile," she thought as she sipped her appletini. 

"Do you travel much for work?" Carrington asked as he jingled the ice cubes in his tumbler of scotch.

"I've seen a lot of hotel bars," Jen joked with a laugh. Wanting to give him an opening, she added "I don't mind the travel. Sometimes it's good to be away from home."

"I know what you mean. Home life can get tiring, especially after 10 years of marriage," Carrington said. 

"Definitely," Jen said looking into Carrington's eyes. God he really was good looking. He looked good in his expensive designer suit too. She wondered what he had in his pants.

"You must get lonely though," Carrington said.

"Sometimes," Jen said. To give him encouragement, she added "But I'm with you now."

"Yes, you are," Carrington said with a smile back. He put his hand on Jen's knee and squeezed. "I look forward to working with you, if we decide to hire your firm." He kept his hand on Jen's knee, as if waiting for Jen to take the next step.

"Was that a proposition?" Jen thought. "Sex for his account?" 

"I'd enjoy that," Jen said, putting her hand over his. She squeezed his hand briefly, then picked up her martini glass for another sip. Carrington kept his hand on Jen's knee. He adjusted his hand slightly so his thumb was on the silk of her stockings (rather than her dress). He began caressing her. Jen didn't stop him. Instead she sipped her martini and looked across the bar, as if she didn't notice his hand on her knee.

At that moment Jen's iPhone rang. She looked at the screen and said "It's my husband." Carrington reflectively pulled his hand away.

"Hi honey," Jen said into the phone as she looked at Carrington.

"Are you at dinner?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said. "You know, having drinks."

"Are you having fun?"

"Well, we're just getting started," Jen said, holding the phone close to her ear so Carrington couldn't hear. Jen frowned, as Mike didn't sound right. She asked "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, just put Anna down," Mike said.

Mike sounded lonely, upset. Was he reconsidering their game? "What are you doing tonight?" she asked.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 10



"Watch the Mets game I guess," Mike said. "Think about what you're doing."

Mike DID sound down. She knew he got lonely when she was away - even borderline depressed - especially if she was with another man. Did he want her to stop?

At this point, Jen didn't want to stop. She was into the game, she was interested in Carrington. His preppy boy handsome looks, boyishly combed dirty blonde hair, Ivy-league charisma, crew-hardened body. She'd never fucked a Yale boy. She wanted to tonight. But did Mike want to stop?

Reading her mind, Mike said "Don't worry about me. You know how I get. Did you find the care package?"

"Yeah, um, it was useful," Jen said giving Carrington a glance.

"You already used it?" Mike asked surprised.

"Um, what?" Jen said, not understanding. Then she got it, he was talking about the condoms. She felt relieved. If Mike was talking about condoms, he didn't want her to stop. "Not yet," she said.

"Okay," Mike said. "I was just thinking, you were right. Once was enough."

"Yeah," Jen agreed, giving Carrington another look. She hoped to god he couldn't hear Mike. "They'll, ah, be useful. If it comes to that." 

"I can't wait to see you," Mike said.

"Me too," Jen said.

"I love you baby," Mike said.

Jen was about to tell Mike she loved him back, but realized a show of affection might kill the mood with Carrington. So instead she said (a little dismissively) "I'll talk to you tomorrow Mike." 

Then Jen had a brainstorm. She knew how to lift Mike's spirits. Pretending to end the call, she put her iPhone face down on the bar counter, between her and Carrington. With the connection still open, Mike would be able to hear their conversation.

"Everything alright on the home front?" Carrington asked.

Jen shrugged but didn't say anything, letting Carrington assume what he wanted.

"I get it," Carrington said. "Home life's not wonderful for me either."

"What's wrong?" Jen asked. 

"I told you, 10 years of marriage," Carrington said with a humorless chuckle. "The excitement went out of our relationship a long time ago."

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Carrington said. He gave Jen a smile. "I find my excitement elsewhere." He boldly put his hand back on Jen's knee. "You?"

"Sometimes," Jen said with a smile back. 

Carrington's smile grew wider. "You know, I'm not really feeling a 5 course gourmet dinner tonight." He edged his hand under Jen's dress.

"What are you feeling Carrington?" Jen asked as his fingers reached her lacy stocking tops.

Carrington grinned. "Let's go to your hotel," he said fingering the lace under her dress.

"You're the client," Jen said moving to get up.

"Not a client yet," he corrected her.

"No, not yet," Jen conceded.

******************

Carrington drove an expensive BMW. As they rode to Jen's hotel he put his hand back on her knee. This time she stopped him. 

"What's going on Carrington?" she asked. Her iPhone was in her purse. The connection with Mike was still open.

"Two consenting adults spending time together," he said with that same charming smile.

"Come on," Jen prompted. God his smile was so freaking awesome. 

"Okay, cards on the table?" Carrington said. "It's down to your firm and Ogilvy. Whomever I choose, I'll have to work closely with their point person. I believe in work hard, play hard."

"So, if I sleep with you, I get the account," Jen said bluntly.

"You make it sound like a sacrifice," Carrington said with a laugh. He said confidently, "I think you'll enjoy yourself."

"God, you have no idea how many times I've heard that," Jen said with a laugh. "I'm married you know."

"So am I," Carrington said. "Does that really bother you?"

"No," Jen said. Knowing Mike was listening, she said "He's clueless."

Carrington smiled. "Actually, most of my lovers are married," he said. "Less chance of loose lips."

"You have that many?" Jen said with an awkward laugh.

"I'm a guy," Carrington said with a laugh back. "What about you?"

Jen thought about her affairs. Mr. Hayden, her history professor. Wesley. They were both married or engaged. "I guess I'm the same way," she said. It was weird talking so casually about her cheating. Cheating on Mike. Getting a married man to cheat on his wife. She wondered if the talk excited Mike. She suspected it did. That got her excited. Also, sitting next to a hunky man like Carrington didn't hurt.

They arrived at Jen's hotel. "So, what do you think?" Carrington asked.

Jen hesitated. "I get the account, right?" she asked.

"Yeah, you get the account," Carrington said with a laugh.

Jen hesitated a moment, then said, "Let's go up to my room."

*******************

Jasmine Kelly stormed into Leo's office. "Did you tell my father about the polling numbers?" she demanded. 

"Hey, hold on," Leo said with his hands out. "What?"

"My polling numbers," Jasmine said irritably. "Did you leak them to my father?"

"No, Jasmine, no," Leo said earnestly. "Come on Jas, we're on the same team."

"Okay, whatever," Jasmine said, only slight mollified. "My dad says the party won't support me. No money or endorsements. I'm not worried about money ..."

Leo wasn't worried about money either, not with their chair of the finance committee. But endorsements ... credibility ... they needed that. "We're got to get our numbers among women up," he said. "Otherwise, it doesn't matter how much money we raise."

"I know that Leo," Jasmine said impatiently. "But how -."

At that moment Deidre (Jasmine's publicist) entered the room. "Jas, you won't believe who just called."

"What?" Jasmine said. "Who?"

"Jennifer Andrews," Deidre said. "She wants to meet."

"What? Why?" Jasmine said looking bewildered.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 11



[Continuing Book 1: Cheating]

"How was Carrington?" Mike asked excitedly. Jen got home late that afternoon and it was the first time they'd had a chance to talk (they'd just put Anna to bed). 

Jen gave him an innocent look. "Carrington?" she asked pretending not to understand. 

"Come on," Mike urged her. He was done with the cheating role playing, he wanted to know the details.

Jen laughed and took his hand. "Come on," she said with a big smile, giving him a hip bump. She led him into their bedroom. She locked the door, not wanting Anna to wake up and walk in on them.

Jen playfully pushed Mike onto the bed and straddled his hips. They were still fully dressed. "You heard, right?" she said grinning at him.

"Most of it," Mike said excitedly. "He made you cum?"

"Always so direct," Jen observed with a laugh. "Yes, he did. He was okay."

"Just okay?" Mike asked, sounding disappointed.

"Actually, the cheating fantasy was the biggest turn-on," Jen said. "Knowing you were listening got me hot."

"You weren't into Carrington?" Mike asked.

"He's okay," Jen said with a shrug. "He's handsome, confident. Kinda small though." She giggled and said "His equipment doesn't match his ego." Jen gave Mike a sly smile and cupped his crotch. "He's bigger than you though," she teased.

"Really?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yeah, sorry baby," Jen said giving him a playful pout.

"He doesn't excite you, even though he's bigger than me?" Mike asked.

"I never said he didn't excite me, he made me cum," Jen pointed out. She knew where her husband was going. If Carrington was too small, what did that say about him? "You excite me Mike," she assured him. "All your games, it's like a freaking mind fuck." She leaned over and kissed him. "I told you your fantasies become mine."

"So cheating turns you on?" Mike asked excitedly, cupping her tight ass.

"Knowing it turns you on turns me on," Jen said. "You know what else turns me on?" she asked. She ran her fingertip along Mike's lips. "My pussy misses your tongue."

Mike grinned, clearly full of himself. "We can solve that," he said. With his hands on Jen's hips, he pulled her forward until she was straddling his head. He pushed her skirt up and pulled her thong panties to the side. Then he began working his magic on her pussy and clit.

"Oh god yeah," Jen moaned as Mike worked his magic on her clit. He soon had her writhing on his face, moaning and clutching at the headboard. When she was close to the edge, Mike rapidly flicked his tongue over the nub of her clit. At the same time he pushed two fingers into her pussy, making sure to rub her g-spot as he finger fucked her. 

Jen's long blonde hair swung back and forth as she groaned and rode Mike's face. Then - with his tongue still working her clit and his fingers inside her - Mike ran a finger of his other hand over and around her sensitive asshole. That extra stimulation pushed Jen over the edge. She threw her head back and screamed as a massive orgasm tore through her body.

"Oh my god, oh my god," Jen panted as she came down from her orgasm. She slid down Mike's body, kissing his lips and licking her juices off his face. She giggled as she snuggled into his arms. "God we've been together forever and I still can't believe how good you are at that!" she gushed. "I so needed that!"

"Carrington didn't do it for you huh?" Mike said.

"He was okay," Jen said with little enthusiasm. 

"You'll have to do it again, right?" Mike asked smiling at her. "Since he gave you the account."

"Oh yeah, that felt so wicked, sex for his account," Jen said grinning. She shivered at the memory. "It was like being a prostitute."

"Yeah," Mike agreed, pulling her to him and kissing her. Sex for money. Like Jen, he found that hot too. As they made out they undressed each other. "Too bad you're not more into Carrington."

"I'm not planning a regular thing with him," Jen said. "I only hooked up with Keri a couple times," she reminded him.

"You think that helped land Google?" Mike asked.

"It didn't hurt," Jen said with a laugh. She felt Mike's cock jump at her words. Clearly the "selling her body" fantasy turned him on too. Reaching between their bodies she took hold of his cock. He was so hard. "Your turn," she said, guiding his cock into her pussy.

Jen slowly rocked back and forth. "I like playing the game," she admitted.

"Me too," Mike said, enjoying the feel of being inside her. The silky smoothness of her pussy always amazed him. Maybe she wasn't quite as tight after having Anna (or was that after having so many big cocks?), but her pussy still felt soooo good. 

Jen leaned down and wrapped her arms around Mike, kissing him. "What were your favorite parts?" she asked between kisses.

"The whole set up," Mike said. "You need to cheat, because I don't give you enough."

"Yeah, I do need more sometimes," Jen agreed, getting into the game. "What else?"

"When you said I'm clueless," Mike said.

Jen smiled delightedly. "You're so predictable," she said with a giggle.

"What didn't you like about Carrington?" 

"I don't know, he's good looking, there just wasn't a spark," Jen said. She laughed and said "I guess I AM a size queen."

"Was he into you?" 

"Um, yeah," Jen said with a "hello!" tone of voice, laughing at the double entendre. 

"Did you make him wear a condom?"

"Yes baby," Jen said, giving Mike a kiss on the lips. "The pill isn't 100 percent."

"You don't always, like with Josh," Mike pointed out.

"I'll try to do better," Jen said giving Mike another kiss. She continued to rock back and forth. "Are you ready to cum? After I tell you the next thing you will."

"What?" Mike asked.

"You know Allie and Scott came with me?" Jen said. "They're hooking up again. Allie and Darren have an open marriage and Scott's Allie's boy toy."

"Okay," Mike said. The news was juicy gossip but not so exciting to push him over the edge. 

Jen gave Mike a sly smile, knowing he was going to love the next part. "After Carrington I was still so freaking horny," she said. "I thought about hooking up with Scott."

Mike's eyes went wide. "Why didn't you?" he gasped. 

"I wanted to ask you first," Jen said. "And I really don't want to start up with Scott again." She giggled as she added "Even though I definitely would have enjoyed it."

"God Jen you should have fucked him," Mike said excitedly. "He's got a big cock."

"Oh Scott's definitely got a big one," Jen said teasingly. "He's so much bigger than you baby. He fucks way better than you."

With those words Mike grunted and came.

******************

A few days later Mike met Jim at a bar. Jim embraced Mike and then looked him up and down. "How are you mate?" he asked. "You know Stacy and I think you're a hero. Bloody government spying, it's 1984 all over again."

Mike assured Jim he was fine, and caught his friend up on Jen and Anna. "Jen asked me to talk to you about Darren and Stacy," he said, trying to be as diplomatic as possible. "Their relationship is kind of freaking Allie out."

Jim nodded slowly, taking this in. "Darren's Dannika's father," he said gently. "He has a right to see his daughter."

"I don't think Allie's worried about Darren and Dannika," Mike said. "It's Darren and Stacy she's worried about."

"But they have an open marriage," Jim said. "That's what Darren said."

"Jim, come on, this is different," Mike said. "Darren IS Dannika's biological father. You see how Allie doesn't want Darren together with Stacy, right?"

"I don't think Stacy wants a physical relationship, she just wants to be friends with Darren," Jim said.

Mike figured Allie would consider that just as bad. Before he could say that though, Jim chuckled and said "Unfortunately." He grinned at Mike. "I know you're trying to help your friend. Allie's Jen's best friend right? But you get me, right Mike? I gave Stacy to Darren. For a whole week. We timed it, Stacy was ovulating. They fucked constantly, no birth control. Every time after he came inside her, I held up her legs to keep his sperm inside her. I used condoms with Stacy to make sure the baby was his. It was all planned Mike, it was our fantasy, not just mine, but Stacy's, and Darren's too, we wanted Stacy pregnant with a black man's baby. You see the turn on in that, right Mike?"

"Yeah, I see it," Mike said, his throat suddenly dry.

They were silent for a moment. Then Jim gently probed "Is Anna your baby?" They'd talked about it before, how Mike also got turned on by the fantasy of another man impregnating his wife. In fact, it was Mike's ultimate fantasy.

"I'm not the biological father," Mike admitted.

Jim grinned at Mike. "That's brilliant mate," he said, one cuckold to another.

"It wasn't intentional," Mike said.

"Oh," Jim said, the smile wiped off his face. "What happened?"

"Before the arrest, Jen was dating an old college friend," Mike said.

"You told me, Drums right?" Jim asked. "But you said you were setting Jen up with your rival, Scott?" (Author's note: Mike told Jim this in Consequences - Part 16)

"Yeah, it didn't work out that way," Mike said, a cloud passing over his face. "After I got arrested, Jen moved in with Drums."

"So much for Drums being a friend," Jim said with a scowl.

"Yeah."

"Did Jen fall in love with Drums?" Jim gently asked.

"I don't think so," Mike said, uncertain. "But they got close."

"Drums is the father?" Jim asked.

"I think so," Mike said. Seeing Jim's questioning look, he added, "There was another guy." Mike didn't mention it was his brother Joe, he didn't want to get into that part of the story. "You know how Jen is." He quickly added "I love that about her though."

Jim chuckled and gave Mike a good natured slap on the arm. "Of course mate, a girl can't be a hot wife if she's got a dried up pussy." The two men laughed at that.

"Is Jen still fucking Drums?" Jim asked.

"No, it didn't end well," Mike said.

Circling back to his own situation, Jim said "But you see how that could be hot?"

Mike played it out in his head. Drums fucking Jen in their marital bed while he took care of Anna in the family room. Jen looking adoringly at Drums as he bounced Anna on his knee. Going on family vacations - the 4 of them - with Jen spending evenings in Drums's bedroom. In all these scenarios, Drums would be using his status as Anna's biological father to take liberties with Jen. In some ways, Jen would be as much Drums's as Mike's.

"Yeah, I see it," Mike admitted, his cock uncomfortably hard in his pants. Getting back to why he was there, he added "But you have to remember Darren's married. You can't do that if it hurts Allie."

"I told you mate, Stacy doesn't want a physical relationship with Darren," Jim said. "To be honest, the fact Darren's happily married kind of kills the fantasy for us. Don't take that the wrong way, we're happy for Darren and Allie. But Stacy's moved on, she's looking for a new boyfriend."

"Oh, okay, good," Mike said. He knew Allie would be happy to hear that. Intrigued, he asked "What happened with Stacy's other boyfriend? Jamal?"

"Stacy dated him for a while," Jim said, a sour look coming over his face. "We were thinking about another baby."

"So Stacy hasn't had another baby yet?" Mike asked.

"Not yet," Jim said shaking his head. "We started talking to Jamal about it. He freaked. I mean, when it was fantasy he was cool with it. Like, when they were fucking he'd tell me he was going to bred Stacy, put a black baby into her tummy. But when we talked serious about it he got cold feet." Jim shrugged. "Most black bulls, they like the idea of a bunch of white wives out there mothering their half black babies. That's their goal. But not Jamal."

Mike nodded slowly, taking all this in. He imagined a black man breeding Jen. Jen wasn't into black men so interracial wasn't part of their game (except for those few times with Darren). But that didn't stop Mike from fantasizing about it. 

The thing about Anna, people couldn't tell from looking at her that Mike wasn't the biological father. But if a black man had impregnated Jen? If Anna had been half black? Everyone would know Mike wasn't the father. Everyone would know Jen had opened her legs for another man. Everyone would know Jen needed more than Mike could give her. 

"Are you okay Mike?" Jim asked.

"Yeah," Mike said, so excited he was almost shaking.

Jim gave Mike a friendly, understanding smile. He got Mike, they were two peas from the same pod. Two cuckolds. "There are lots of clubs in New York, where black bulls hook up with white wives. More than in London."

"Is that why you moved to New York?" 

"Partly," Jim answered. "London got old. I'm from Australia, I have no ties to England. Stacy wanted a change after Jamal. There were a couple other failures too, after Jamal. Then Stacy's grandma passed and left her some money. We decided to move to New York. It's a melting pot right? People won't care Dannika's half black."

"Yeah, no one cares here," Mike said. "Your neighbors might say something ... if you have another interracial child."

"That's part of it, right?" Jim said with a grin.

"Yeah, that's part of it," Mike agreed. People you know knowing your wife fucked other men, knowing your wife got pregnant by other men. Knowing your wife preferred other men sexually, knowing you were a second class citizen in your own marital bed. Yeah, that was part of it.

Jim edged closer to Mike. In a lower voice he said "You and Jen should come with us when we go clubbing. It gets wild Mike, you'd love it. Stacy loves cock but she's been with girls too. Can you imagine? Stacy and Jen making out while they get fucked from behind? It'd be like that video of Jen and Allie and that guy."

"Scott," Mike said. He'd shown the Vegas video to Jim.

"Yeah, Scott, your rival," Jim said. He grinned and said admiringly, "God Mike, you and Jen are really into hot shit."

Mike couldn't help grinning back. "Jen's not into black guys," he said.

"She likes having fun though, right?" Jim said. "Anyway, there are white guys there too. Seriously hung, like porno stars."

"I don't know, we've never done a group thing like that before," Mike said noncommittally. What bothered him was not so much a foursome with Jen, Stacy and 2 guys. Instead, what bothered him was Jim watching. He didn't mind showing Jim a video of Jen. But he didn't like the idea of Jim, in person, watching his wife getting fucked. Jim was a cuckold, he didn't deserve to watch. Only Mike was allowed to do that.

Mike knew it was unfair. After all Jim had let him watch Stacy, had even offered Stacy to him. Mike would never do that. He couldn't imagine letting Jim touch Jen's naked body or kiss her, much less have his cock inside her. The idea of Jen demeaning herself by letting a cuckold fuck her made him ill. It bothered him on a number of levels.

On the other hand, Mike liked the idea of going clubbing with Stacy and Jim. He'd love to see Jen getting fucked by a well hung, aggressive BBC. Stacy was definitely easy on the eyes, he loved to see Jen with her. Also - and he knew this was hypocritical (since he didn't want Jim to watch Jen) - he'd love to see Stacy get impregnated by a black man. To be there when it happened. That would be incredibly hot.

********************

Jen was in the Starbucks across from work when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned and her eyes grew wide. "My god, Wes," she said shocked.

"It's been a long time," Wes said grinning at her.

"I know, god, years," Jen stuttered, still shocked. They moved to a table in the back. "What are you doing here?" she asked as they sat down.

"Looking for you actually," Wes said.

"What?" Jen said surprised.

"Not really. Well, sort of. It's a long story," Wes said with a laugh. "How are you? You're a marketing god now."

"Not really, I have a good team," Jen said modestly, looking down and brushing loose strands of hair behind her ear. 

"You're still with Mike," Wes said. "He's famous now."

"He's really smart," Jen enthused. "He's still shy though. He doesn't like attention. We have a baby, her name's Anna."

"That's great," Wes said. "Yeah, I always liked Mike, nice guy."

"So, um, are you still with Hershey?" Jen asked. She felt a little guilty that he'd kept up with her but she had no idea where he worked now.

"Yeah, believe it or not, I'm head of marketing now," Wes said.

"That's awesome," Jen gushed.

"Not really," Wes admitted. "But it's pretty good money."

"Are you with Stephanie?" Jen asked.

"Oh god no," Wes said with a laugh. "She saw through me, dumped my ass. Right after we stopped seeing each other. Good that's funny. I haven't thought of Steph in years."

Jen looked around to make sure no one was near. Then she whispered, "It wasn't because of me was it?"

"No she never found out about us," Wes said whispering back. "She caught me with another girl."

"Oh," Jen said. She wondered how many girls Wes cheated with.

Wes read her mind. He gave her a boyish grin. "You know me, can't keep it zipped up." 

"Thanks a lot, I feel so special," Jen said, but she couldn't help grinning back at him. "Are you really here to see me?"

"I'm not sure what I'm doing," Wes said with a self-conscious laugh. "I knew where you worked. You're pretty high profile. I ran into Allie at your office. She told me where to find you. She's looking good."

"Yeah she is," Jen said. Allie, after a lot of dieting and exercise, finally had her pre-baby body back. She'd been extra motivated with all of Darren's black bull shit going on, she wanted to make sure she was physically attractive to him.

"You're looking good too," Wes admired, giving Jen an up and down look. Jen was dressed as always for work, sexy and stylist, showing enough to tempt but not be slutty. "You look better now than before." He added with a laugh, "Didn't think that was possible."

"Thanks," Jen said, demurely looking down again. She gave Wes a quick up and down look too. "You look really good too," she said honestly. "So why are you here?"

At that moment Jen's iPhone rang. It was Mike. "Hi baby," she said, looking away from Wes. She lowered the volume so only she could hear what Mike said.

"Hey, I just talked to Jim," Mike said. "I think everything's good. They just want to be friends with Darren. Nothing physical or emotional. Just platonic friends."

"Oh that's so good," Jen gushed. "I'll tell Allie, she'll be so relieved."

"So what are we doing tonight? Can we get a sitter?" Mike asked.

"Why?"

"I thought maybe we could meet up with Josh," Mike said.

Jen could hear the excitement in Mike's voice. "I guess you and Jim had an interesting talk," she said with a knowing smile.

"Yeah," Mike said with a laugh. "I can't wait to tell you."

Jen could tell Mike was so excited he was ready to burst. His excitement got her excited, and she felt her pussy tingle. She said, "Tell me later baby. You won't believe who I ran into." She turned to look at her old lover. "Wes. You remember, from college."

There was a long silence. Then Mike said "Are you serious?"

"Yeah, out of the blue," Jen said, giving Wes a smile. "I'm with him now, we're catching up."

Mike paused, taking this all in. "So maybe tonight isn't a good time for Josh," he said.

"Maybe not," Jen said. "I should go honey. I'll talk to you later." 

Jen pretended to end the connection. But, like before with Carrington, she laid the iPhone face down on the table, keeping the line open so Mike could listen. "So, you were saying?" she prompted Wes.

"How are you and Mike doing?" Wes asked. "I heard you broke up."

"You know a lot about me," Jen said with a laugh. She joked "What are you, a stalker?"

Wes grinned. He said "I've thought a lot about you, over the years. You ever think about me?"




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 11



"Yeah, we had wild times," Jen said, lying. They HAD been wild times, but she rarely thought about Wes. She was too much in love with Mike. And, frankly, she'd been too occupied with other men like Ricky, Scott and Frankie. But knowing Mike was listening, she smiled at Wes and said "It was a lot of fun."

Wes's smile widened. "See, I knew you were like that. I had you pegged. Back then you were so worried about Mike finding out, but I knew you got off on it."

"On what?" Jen asked.

"On having fun," Wes said grinning at her. "I read some place, human beings weren't meant to be monogamous, we aren't wired that way."

"Probably not Dear Abby," Jen joked.

"Probably not," Wes agreed with a laugh. "It's survival of the species. We're wired to procreate with a lot of people, throw our genes around."

"You know, people can justify anything."

"So you're judging me?" Wes asked.

"God Wes, I haven't seen you in years, I don't know enough about you to judge you," Jen said.

"I'm pretty much the same person," Wes said with a shrug. "I have a hard time staying faithful. I cheat. There it is. I'm not justifying it, I know it's wrong. I just can't help myself."

Jen thought about all her cheating. "I get that," she admitted with a shrug. Partly because she knew Mike was listening, and partly because it was the truth, she added "I have a hard time staying faithful too."

"So you cheat on Mike?" Wes asked.

"I kinda don't want to get into the details Wes," Jen said in a chastising tone. "Is that why you're here, to hear my confession?"

"No that's not why," Wes said. More gently, he asked "Did you ever tell Mike about us?"

Playing the game now, and knowing Mike was listening, Jen said "No. I don't want to hurt him."

"Do you love him?" Wes asked.

"Of course I love him," Jen said with some exasperation. "God Wes. Okay, I cheat. But that doesn't mean I don't love Mike."

"I'm not trying to make you feel bad," Wes said. "Here's the thing. I'm getting married tomorrow."

"Are you serious?" Jen said her eyes going wide.

"Yeah, real love too. Her name's Cathy. We're crazy about each other," Wes said with a stupid grin. "Crazy huh?"

"It's not crazy at all Wes, I'm happy for you," Jen said, giving his hand a squeeze. "But, I still don't get why you wanted to see me."

"We've been going together for almost a year," Wes said, looking shameful. "I love Cathy to death. But ..." 

"Wes, have you cheated on Cathy?" Jen said in a lowered voice.

"I've tried not to," Wes said.

"But you have," Jen said pressing.

"Look, the wedding's tomorrow," Wes said defensively. "After tonight, I'm going to be faithful. No more cheating."

"After tonight," Jen repeated. Then she got it. "Oh my god, that's why you're here. You want to fuck me before your wedding."

Wes gave her his boyish grin again, looking a little guilty this time at being caught. "Okay, yeah," he admitted. "But it's more than that. I think about you all the time Jen. I think part of the reason I hook up with so many girls is because I'm trying to find someone like you."

Jen's jaw dropped. "Are you seriously trying that pick-up line with me?" she said incredulously.

Wes laughed. "I know it sounds like bullshit, but it's true. You don't know how often I almost called you, especially when I heard you and Mike broke up. But I heard you were going through shit and didn't want to pile on."

"Thank you for that," Jen said crossing her arms across her chest.

"Come on Jen, don't be pissed," Wes said with his hands out as in surrender. "You're seriously the hottest girl I've ever met. I know I'm not the first guy to tell you that. I like your insides too, you're fun. Is it that hard to believe I think about you a lot?"

"Yeah, well, whatever," Jen scoffed. "I can't believe you want to hook up before your wedding tomorrow."

"Can I ask you something?" Wes said gently. "If you love Mike so much, why do you cheat?"

"It's not because I'm looking for someone like you," Jen said with a scowl. Then they both laughed, breaking the tension. "I don't know Wes. I love Mike because he's kind and gentle. He's freaking brilliant. He's shy, awkward sometimes. He treats me like a princess." 

Jen shrugged. "But he's not great in bed. He's got a nice body, but not like you. He's kind of small. The kind of men I've always been physically attracted to ... men like you ... that's not Mike."

"So you cheat just for the physical pleasure?" Wes asked.

Jen shrugged. "Sometimes - usually - I have longer relationships. Affairs I guess. I like the romance part. That new relationship energy."

"Kinda like us," Wes said with a grin.

"Yeah, kinda," Jen admitted.

"Mike doesn't suspect anything?" Wes asked.

"He's kind of clueless," Jen said. She quickly added "I treat him good Wes. Not because I have to, but because I want to, I love him. He gets a lot of sex Wes. I give him whatever he wants. I don't think I've ever said no to him." Jen looked at Wes. "So why all the questions?"

"I guess I'm just trying to figure out if I can stay faithful," Wes said.

Jen thought about it. "I guess, it depends if you really want to. I mean, it makes me feel guilty and terrible. But I keep doing it. I don't know if it's need or want. I guess both. I love the variety and excitement. I like the romance. I like the pleasure."

They were silent for long moments. Then Wes said "My hotel's just around the corner."

"How convenient," Jen said with a half scowl, half grin. "So you're really getting married tomorrow? This isn't all a line to get in my pants?"

"I'm really getting married," Wes said earnestly. "This is kind of closure for me."

"Oh my god, you're so full of shit," Jen said with a laugh. She gave him a playful scowl. Then she got up. "Come on," she said.

"Want a drink?" Wes asked as they entered his hotel room.

It was only 3, but Jen knew she wouldn't be going back to work that day. "Can you make a martini?" she asked.

"You got it," Wes said going to the mini-bar.

Jen looked at her iPhone. The line was still open but it was almost out of power. "Do you have an iPhone charger?"

"Sure, over on the dresser," Wes said. Jen plugged in her phone, again turning it face down. 

"When do you need to get home?" Wes asked as he handed her the martini.

"Mike's with Anna, I work late a lot," Jen said. "So I'm a free girl tonight."

"Cool," Wes said grinning at her.

"Are you meeting up with Cathy?" Jen asked.

"No, and she doesn't know where I'm staying, so you don't have to worry about her walking in on us," Wes assured her. "It's actually my bachelor's party tonight so Cathy's not expecting to see me until the wedding. The party doesn't start until late, so we have until whenever." He clink his beer bottle against her martini glass. "It's good seeing you again Jen."

They sipped their drinks. Then Jen grinned and said "I hope I can make your last evening as a bachelor memorable." 

"I'm sure you will," Wes said grinning back. He looked into her face and brushed his hand across her long, silky blonde hair. "God you're so beautiful," he gushed. "You're seriously better looking now than before."

"I guess I'm a MILF now," Jen said with a laugh. She drained her martini, then said "Why don't you sit down?"

As Wes sat on the edge of the bed, Jen took off her blouse and skirt. Wes hungrily looked her up and down. Jen was now clad in just bra, thong, stockings and high heels. "You look fucking incredible," he gushed.

Jen grinned at him as she got onto her knees. She reached for his belt. She unbuckled and unzipped him, then pulled his pants and shorts down. "Hmmm, I think I remember this," she said taking his shaft in her hands. He was only half hard but she still needed both hands to hold his heavy member. "I definitely remember this," she said, her eyes on his cock, watching it get hard and grow as she stroked it.

"Bigger than Mike huh?" Wes asked, grinning.

"Ah, yeah," Jen said with a dismissive "hello!" laugh. Pulling her long blonde hair to the side, she lowered her head and went down on Wes.

"Fuck yeah," Wes groaned, his head rolling back at the feel of Jen's soft tongue against his shaft. As Jen bobbed up and down, she used one hand to stroke him, and the other to caress his balls.

Wes reached between them to fondle her tits. Jen pulled away and reached behind her. She unsnapped her bra and tossed it to the side.

"Still perfect," Wes admired, gazing at Jen's small but perfectly shaped breasts. "They look bigger."

"They got a little bigger after I had Anna," Jen explained. She was still stroking his cock with her hands. 

"Still perky," Wes said thumbing her small, upturned nipples.

"Yeah," Jen said, the one word coming out like a moan. Her nipples were incredibly sensitive.

"I can't believe you've had a baby," Wes said looking at Jen's flat tummy. She smiled at him. Then she lowered her head and took him back into her mouth.

Wes felt himself get close to the edge. "I'm gonna cum, I want to fuck you," he said.

"We have time for that, cum for me baby," Jen said. She pointed his cock at her face as she rapidly stroked him with her hands. "Cum on my pretty face," she urged him.

The sight of his big veiny cock aimed at Jen's sweet, beautiful face was too much for Wes. He exploded and splattered Jen's face and hair with his spunk. "Oh my god," Jen said with a laugh, her face, hair and hands covered with his milky sperm. It was so much bubbles formed at her lips as she laughed. "I forgot how much you cum."

"This is so epic, I have to take a picture," Wes said reaching for his phone.

"Is that really a good idea?" Jen asked with a frown.

"Don't worry, it's password protected," Wes said. He snapped a few pictures of Jen's sperm covered face. "Raise your hand, so your wedding ring's in the picture."

"Oh my god you're so evil," Jen said with a laugh as she raised her left hand. Her wedding and engagement rings were soaked with Wes's sperm. Wes snapped more pictures.

"Wait, here," Jen said raising her right hand too. "Mike calls this my Sophia ring." That ring was covered with Wes's spunk too. Wes took pictures of that too, getting Jen's face and her two hands into the picture.

"You're a bad girl," Wes said with a smile, handing Jen a towel.

"You're the one fucking another girl the night before your wedding," Jen pointed out. She wiped her face with the towel. 

"True," Wes said and they both laughed. 

Jen began cleaning her hands with the towel but stopped. "Take a video of this," she said. Wes recorded as she licked the cum from her rings. 

"You're a lot nastier since college," he said grinning at her.

"Oh Wes, you have no idea," Jen said teasingly.

Wes thought about their situation. He was cheating the night before his wedding. Jen was licking his cum from her wedding and engagement rings. "You think we're going to hell for this?" he asked.

"Probably," Jen said with a laugh. "I don't know. Is it wrong to have fun? As long as Mike and Cathy don't get hurt."

"Now look who's justifying things," Wes said with a grin.

"I'm just saying, I love Mike, but sometimes I need more," Jen said. "As long as Mike doesn't get hurt, why's that wrong?"

"So it's okay if I keep cheating?" Wes asked.

"You need to love Cathy and make her really happy," Jen said. "Then, if you feel the urge, before you cheat again, you need to talk to Cathy."

"What are you saying?" Wes said intrigued.

Jen realized she'd said too much. Wanting to change the subject (and with her body not yet satisfied), she reached down and cupped Wes's cock. "I'm saying we need to wake this big boy up," she said with a giggle.

A while later, Jen was on her elbows and knees, and Wes was fucking her hard from behind. With her head buried in the mattress, moaning into the sheets, Jen clawed at the sheets as she came on his cock. Having already cum once, Wes lasted a long time, and he made Jen cum again before he finally had his own orgasm.

Wes began pulling out but Jen stopped him. She handed him his phone and said "Take a picture of you inside me."

"Why?"

"Just do it okay?" Jen said.

With a shrug, Wes took a picture of his cock half inside Jen's pussy. Then he took the condom off and threw it in the toilet.

"Want another martini?" he asked.

Jen shook her head. "I've got to get home," she said. "Do you have a bottle water?"

They lay in bed, Jen sipping water and Wes drinking another beer. They felt melancholy, remembering their time together in college, knowing they were about to part again, thinking about their significant others.

"I really do love Cathy," Wes said. Now with his passion sated, he felt overwhelmed with guilt and remorse. "Do you feel guilty?" he asked Jen.

"No," Jen said. "I mean, a little. But not really."

Wes was surprised. "You never struck me as so cold hearted," he said.

Jen decided it was time to come clean. "I don't feel guilty Wes because I have Mike's permission. I'm not cheating."

"What?" Wes said not understanding.

"We have an open marriage," Jen said. "I can be with whoever I want."

"Mike's okay with this?" Wes said shocked.

"He wants me to, it turns him on," Jen said with a smile. "We both get off on it. We call it our game. Today, I was cheating on him with you. Cheating really turns Mike on. And yeah, he knows all about our affair in college." 

"Fuck Jen," Wes said awestruck. "Mike fucks other girls?"

"No, just me," Jen said. Seeing Wes's look she shrugged. "That's how it is with us. He likes me with other men. I couldn't deal with seeing him with other women. He's okay with that. It's how he wants it. It works for us."

Jen got off the bed and started getting dressed. "So before you cheat again, talk to Cathy. There are all kinds of games you can play to keep things interesting. Maybe they involve other people, maybe not. But if you really love Cathy, you need to talk to her. If she loves you as much as you love her, then you'll work something out."

"Okay Dear Abby," Wes said with a laugh. He looked dazed, like he was still taking all this in.

Jen picked up her iPhone and then looked at Wes's camera. "Can you text the pictures to me? I want to show them to Mike."

"Sure," Wes said. Looking curious, he said "Why the last picture?"

"I wanted to show Mike I made you use a condom," Jen said.

"Oh," Wes said. "Mike's a lucky guy."

"No, I'm a lucky girl," Jen said. She leaned over and kissed Wes on the lips. "Be good to Cathy Wes. The next time I see you I want to hear you're still crazy for each other and you have a lot of kids."

"So we'll see each other again?" Wes asked.

Jen shrugged and smiled. "You never know, it's a small world."

*****************

It was 7pm when Jen got home. Mike was on the sofa reading books to Anna. "Hi baby," she said to him.

"Hi," Mike said, looking her up and down.

Jen went over and hugged Anna. "Hi princess," she said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Mommy, your hair's all messy and wet," Anna said in her baby voice. She crinkled her nose and said "You smell funny too."

"Oh sorry princess, mommy needs a shower," Jen said, giving Mike a look. 

Mike put Anna on the floor with her toys and followed Jen into the bedroom. Inside, Jen immediately wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him open mouth. "Can you taste Wes?" she said between kisses. "Can you smell him?"

"Yes," Mike said hungrily, pulling her closer to him.

"Did you hear?" Jen asked excitedly.

"All of it," Mike said excitedly.

"Did you like all the wicked things I said?" Jen asked gleefully.

"God yeah," Mike said. He pulled Jen to him and covered her mouth with his and groped her tight body.

"Stop, I need a shower," Jen giggled, pulling away. She cupped Mike's erection. "After we put Anna down mister," she said smiling seductively at him.

An hour later they bathed Anna and put her down for the night. Then they rushed to their bedroom.

Jen took off her robe. Underneath she was wearing her new white nighty. "Was he good?" Mike asked eagerly.

"As good as ever," Jen said giggling. "He made me cum twice."

"You made him cum twice too, right?"

"I guess I did," Jen said with another giggle.

"It's so hot, fucking him the night before his wedding," Mike enthused excitedly.

"I knew you'd love that," Jen said. 

Mike laid her down and pulled off her cotton VS panties. He parted her legs and ran his finger gently up and down her pussy slit. "You're swollen," he said.

"Wes's big," Jen said. "He fucked me hard."

"Did you miss him?" Mike asked.

"Honestly, I haven't thought about him in years," Jen said. "Except lately." She was referring to her recent confession. "It was nice seeing him though. He's still a great fuck." She giggled.

"Do you envy Cathy?" Mike asked. "She gets his body and cock every night."

"I think he envies us," Jen said. "Mike, most girls would pick you over Wes, believe me." She pulled him on top of her. "Come on baby, I want you inside me."

"Not yet," Mike said. He opened her legs wider and lowered his face towards her pussy.

"You don't have to," Jen said.

"I want to," Mike said. "Don't worry, I'll be gentle." 

Mike gently and slowly licked his wife's pussy. At first Jen found it reassuring and soothing to have her husband eating her out after she'd been with another man, the guy she'd cheated with in college. But Mike knew her buttons too well. Soon she was moaning and her toes curling, and then her back was arching as she came all over Mike's face.

"Oh my god," Jen gasped as she came down from her orgasm. After she recovered, she laid Mike on his back and got on top of him. She knew this was his favorite position (missionary was his second favorite). She guided his hard cock into her as she lowered herself onto him.

Mike moaned as his cock entered her silky smooth pussy. "Did Wes stretch me?" Jen asked.

"Yeah but you still feel incredible," Mike gushed. She was definitely looser than usual, but how she got that way turned him on.

"Good," Jen said, wrapping her arms around his neck and making out with him as she rocked back and forth. "Did you hear, when I told Wes I was the lucky one to have you?"

"Yeah," Mike breathed as he felt his orgasm approaching.

"I am Mike, I'm the luckiest girl in the world," Jen said looking into Mike's eyes. "You let me be me. You don't judge me. You make me feel good about myself."

"That's because you're my goddess," Mike said looking back into his wife's eyes. "You're perfect."

"Yeah?" Jen asked smiling and beaming into Mike's eyes. "Cum for me baby," she urged him, rocking harder and faster. "Then I'll show you the pictures. And make you cum again."

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(A few days later)

"So she's here?" Jasmine asked Leo.

"In the big conference room," Leo said with a nod.

"Do we know what she wants?" Jasmine said irritably.

Leo shrugged, suppressing a sigh at his prodigy. Jas was beautiful, brilliant and talented, but tolerance wasn't one of her virtues, especially when it came to Jennifer Andrews. "Go ask her," he suggested.

Jasmine scowled at her mentor and chief political strategist. She sat down at her desk and pretended to look through papers. The flat chested bitch can wait a while. "Come get me in 30 minutes," she told him stubbornly. Leo sighed again. 

Leo stepped into the conference room. "Sorry, Jasmine's running late," he said to Jen with an apologetic smile.

"That's alright," Jen said with a weak smile back.

"Coffee? Water?" 

"I'm good," Jen said.

Leo was about to step out when he paused. "How's Mike?" he asked.

"He's good," Jen said cautiously, knowing she was talking to Jasmine's right hand man.

"I talked to Mike a few times, he's a good guy," Leo said. "I don't think he was ever happy with Jasmine. I'm glad you two are back together."




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"Thanks," Jen said, startled at Leo's candidness. Leo gave Jen a friendly smile and stepped out.

With nothing to do, Jen walked around the conference room. Her attention was drawn to a big side table. Photos and articles about Jasmine were carefully organized chronologically on the table. There were photos of Jasmine in bikinis and revealing dresses, with movie stars and star athletes, at abortion clinics, at elementary schools reading books to kids, at star studded galas, boarding private jets, at Knicks and Rangers games, at a women's shelter, at a Taylor Swift concert in Paris. Jen frowned, trying to make sense of it all.

Jen was still studying the photos and articles when Jasmine and Leo walked in. "Please put those down," Jasmine said in a chastising tone.

Jen immediately put the article she was reading back on the table. "Sorry," she said.

Jasmine sat down at the head of the table. Leo sat next to her. Jasmine didn't invite Jen to sit. Seeing that, Leo awkwardly motioned for Jen to take a seat.

There was an uncomfortable silence. Then Jasmine brusquely said to Jen, "Your meeting, your agenda."

Jen did not like Jasmine. Clearly by Jasmine's rudeness, the feeling was mutual. Jen hated being in the same room with this bottle blonde bitch, but she held her temper. This was important to Mike, she needed to make this happen for him. 

"You know the agreement the government forced on Mike for his release," Jen said. "We want to change part of the deal."

"We?" Jasmine said.

"Me and Mike," Jen said.

Jasmine waved at Jen's side of the table. "Why isn't Mike here?"

"I'm handling this," Jen said. 

"Why you?" Jasmine said with a scowl.

"Because I'm his wife," Jen said, scowling back.

The two women glared at each other. Then Jasmine gave a "whatever" wave, inviting Jen to continue.

"I don't trust the government," Jen said. "They might arrest Mike again. If they do, we need a backup plan."

Jasmine got it immediately. "I'm your backup plan. They arrest Mike, I go public like before."

"Right," Jen said, nodding.

Jasmine crossed her arms and gave Jen an incredulous look. "Why in the world should I help Mike?" she said angrily.

"Jasmine -," Leo said.

Jasmine glared at Leo, cutting him off. Looking back at Jen, she repeated "Why should I help Mike?" She added sarcastically, "And you've got a lot of nerve asking me. Before, you told me I was only helping Mike to advance my career. You didn't do anything for him, yet you criticized me."

Jen grimaced at the memory. She HAD told Jasmine that. "I was wrong Jasmine," she conceded. "Mike's lawyer told me I couldn't help. I was frustrated. You were helping Mike and I wasn't doing anything. I lashed out at you unfairly. I'm sorry."

Jasmine smiled triumphantly, clearly loving Jen's groveling. "You still haven't told me why I should help Mike," she said. "He embarrassed the administration, a lot of top Senators. The party's practically shunned me for helping him once. I'd be crazy to help him again."

Jen didn't know what to say. She stood up to buy time. She drifted back to the table with all the photos and articles of Jasmine.

Leo tilted his head, curious. He asked "What do you think of them Jennifer?"

Jen shrugged, at the moment only barely aware of the pictures and articles. She said "I'm not sure what they are."

"They're from my campaign. I'm running for the Senate," Jasmine said, talking to Jen like she was a dumb blonde. 

"I know," Jen said, holding back her temper. She waved over the pictures and articles. "I'm saying, I don't know who you are."

Leo's eyes widened, like a light bulb going off. Jasmine though scoffed at Jen's opinion. "Not like you're a political expert," she said dismissively.

"No, I'm not," Jen admitted. Swallowing her pride, she said earnestly "If not for you Jasmine, Mike would still be in jail. You helped, I didn't, I admit that. But he did something good, right? Now he just wants to get back some of what the government took from him. It's important to him. Can you help?"

Jasmine was surprised at Jen's complete capitulation. "Why isn't Mike here to ask me?"

"Honestly? I don't want him around you," Jen admitted, her cheeks turning red. She looked at Jasmine girl-to-girl. "Do you blame me?"

Jasmine shrugged, looking away from Jen. Internally, she forced herself to push her personal feelings aside and think about this politically. Yes, Mike had done good things and he'd been unfairly punished. But what could she do? She was barely hanging on now. Mike was radioactive, she couldn't survive another misstep or more bad publicity with the Democratic party.

Jasmine was about to tell Jen no when Leo spoke up. "Maybe we can work something out," he said. "Jas and I will talk about it. We'll get back to you."

"Really?" Jen said hopefully.

"Yes. I think we can support Mike. Just give us a few days to work it out," Leo assured her.

When Jen was gone Jasmine angrily turned to Leo. "What was that?" she demanded. "I can't help Mike. Even if I wanted to - which I'm not sure I do - I can't. He's radioactive with the administration. I'm barely hanging on with the party as it is."

"We need a favor Jas," Leo said sagely. "Think about your numbers."

"I know my numbers," Jasmine snapped. "But how is a favor from Mike Andrews going to help me?"

"Not Mike Andrews," Leo said, looking at the table with all the photos and articles. "Jennifer Andrews. We need her help."

*****

Author's note: This chapter ends Cheating. The next chapter starts Rivals.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 12



This chapter starts Book 2: Rivals

"Jim and Stacy go to private swinger parties," Mike told Jen. "They invited us to go along."

"And what happens at these parties?" Jen asked with a knowing look.

"Come on, you said you want to keep playing," Mike said grinning.

"But a sex club?" Jen said doubtfully. 

"It'll be like Climax in Vegas," Mike said encouragingly.

It was the absolute worst thing to say. "So, you want to find a Gia to fuck?" Jen said scornfully.

"No, Jen, you know that's not what I want," Mike said immediately. He cursed his mistake. Gia was not a topic Jen liked to talk about. Jen's feelings were unfair since she had gotten off on both Gia and Hunter in Climax, but that's how she was. (See Life After We - Part 9) Jen could be a spoiled brat sometimes. Mike couldn't really complain though because, if anything, he enabled her.

"So what do you want then?" Jen said, not mollified, her arms crossed in front of her.

"I want to watch you with another man," Mike said with a "you know that" tone of voice.

"And you want to watch Stacy too right?" Jen said sarcastically. "You watched her before. Is that what this is about? You want to watch Stacy again?"

Mike was frustrated. Yes, he wanted to watch Stacy, but it was the situation that turned him on, not so much Stacy. Jen could be so insecure and jealous sometimes, and she had the worst short fused temper. After everything they'd gone through, after knowing him so well, how could she think he was interested in another girl?

Jen seemed to realize how irrational she was acting. "I'll think about it," she said in a calmer voice. "But Michael if I see you put a hand on another girl."

"Jen come on," Mike said in a frustrated tone that made it clear he thought she was being ridiculous.

"Mike this has got to work for me too!" she snapped, acting like all of this was on her husband.

"Okay, okay," Mike said trying to calm her down. Why was she going so ballistic? She was the one who got to fuck other people, all he got was to watch sometimes.

Jen knew she was being an unreasonable bitch. She felt irritable, on-edge, like she was PMSing. She knew why too (and it wasn't her period). It was her meeting with Jasmine Kelly the other day. It had been humiliating having to ask a favor of the bottle blonde bitch. 

She hated that Mike had been with her for a time. Jasmine was beautiful, her hair perfect all the time, her curvy body one men lusted over. She had huge tits (Jen felt flat chested in comparison), AND she was younger. In other words, Jasmine was a nightmare. What wasn't there to hate?

Mike - the love of her life, the only man she wanted - had been inside Jasmine, he'd been intimate with her. Jen wasn't like Mike, she couldn't stand the thought of her mate with another girl, it drove her crazy! She didn't like thinking about Tara, she didn't like thinking about Gia, and most of all she didn't like thinking about Jasmine FUCKING Kelly. 

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[The next week ...]

"Let me make sure I understand," Jen said skeptically. "Jasmine wants to hire me?"

"We want you to help shape Jasmine's message," Leo said. "I agree with you. Right now people don't know who she is."

"We hate each other," Jen said doubtfully. "It'll never work."

"Think of it as a quid pro quo," Leo said. "You help Jasmine. We help Mike."

"Leo, we can't stand to be in the same room," Jen said exasperated. And, there was no way she was going to let the bitch in the same room with Mike.

Sensing Jen's concern, Leo said "There's no reason Jasmine needs to see Mike."

Leo's assurances eased Jen's concerns. Still, she hated being found out as so insecure. "There's more to it than that," she said trying to recover. "We don't like each other. I don't see how we can work together."

"You'll be working with me and Deidre, Jasmine's publicist," Leo assured her. "You won't see Jas, at least initially."

"Initially?" Jen asked warily.

"That's the deal Jennifer," Leo said with a "take it or leave it" shrug.

Jen sighed. What else could she do? This was important to Mike, and she needed Jasmine's help to pull it off. She had no choice.

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They met a few days later. Despite her personal reservations, the professional in Jen took over. "I'll treat her like any other client," Jen told herself. So she told Leo Jasmine had to be there for this initial strategy meeting. Jacob Kelly, Jasmine's father, insisted on attending as well.

"What's wrong with my message?" Jasmine scoffed as everyone sat down in the big conference room. 

"The problem isn't your message," Jen said. "The problem is you have too many messages. People don't know who you are."

"Jasmine's support among women is dreadful," Jacob said with a judgmental shake of his head. He looked his daughter up and down. He said disapprovingly, "You should wear longer dresses. You'll never get the women vote if you dress like a Playboy model."

Jasmine winced at her father's rebuke. As her mentor, Leo winced too. Looking for a neutral voice, he looked to Jen and asked "What do you think?"

Jen didn't owe Jasmine any favors. But the fact was, she didn't agree with her father. "The issue isn't how you dress," she said looking at Jasmine. "Our society admires perfection, larger than life people. Look at the popularity of movie stars, athletes. So being attractive's an advantage. People want to like you. But right now they don't trust you."

"How can you say that?" Jasmine scoffed. "You don't know me. You're not a politician, you haven't run polls. How can you say people don't trust me?"

Jen counted to 10, holding her temper. "Like any other client," she silently reminded herself. 

"Okay, you're right, I don't know for sure they don't trust you," Jen said. "I do know though, you haven't given them reason to trust you."

Jasmine glared at Jen. Jen did her best not to glare back.

To everyone's surprise, Jacob supported his daughter. He said derisively to Jen, "I have no idea what you're talking about."

Ever the diplomat, Leo said in a calmer, soothing voice, "Jennifer, can you explain what you're saying? I don't understand either."

Jen didn't want to be here. She hated being cross-examined by Jasmine and her father. But a deal was a deal. "I remember seeing your bullying in sports story," she said patiently, looking at Jasmine. "I don't have to run polls to know you cared about that story." Swallowing her pride, Jen added, "You helped my husband. You cared about that too, everyone could tell." Jen waved at the articles on the table, all of them about Jasmine. "Do you really care about all those causes? Maybe you do, I don't know. But it doesn't seem like it. It seems like you're going through the motions."

"Jasmine's running for the Senate, she has to care about everything," Jacob pointed out still glaring at Jen.

"I get that," Jen said, looking at Jasmine and not her father. "My point is, you have to be yourself. That's why you're not giving the public a chance to trust you. Because they're not seeing the real you."

"What if they don't like the real me?" Jasmine asked.

"Then you'll lose," Jen said with a shrug. "Look, I'm not a politician, but I know marketing. I understand people. People know when you're faking it. Right now, you're not giving yourself a chance to win."

Jasmine sat back in her chair, staring at Jen.

A little while later, Jen pulled Leo aside. "Listen Leo," she said looking sternly at him. "I'm doing my part, I'm helping her. Now she has to help Mike."

"Of course Jennifer, of course," Leo said.

"You promise, you'll make sure Jasmine helps if we need her."

"Yes Jennifer, absolutely," Leo assured her. It was an easy promise to make. Leo had worked his connections and used back channels to contact the Cyber Anti-Terrorism Task Force (CATF). Colonel Banks had no interest in putting Mike back in jail. In fact, the spy master seemed interested to talk to Mike.

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The Fed Ex arrived while Jen was meeting with Jasmine and her father Jacob. Mike waited until Anna was taking her nap. Then he opened it and read the letter.

It was the results of the paternity test. There was no doubt. Drums was Anna's biological father.

Mike stared at the letter for a long time. At that moment he wasn't focused on Drums being the father, or on the Drums versus Joe issue. Instead, his thoughts were focused on a more basic reality. Jen was his wife. Yet, another man had impregnated her. His wife had carried and birthed another man's child. The woman he loved was mothering another man's child.

Mike had known that before of course. He'd been in jail when Jen got pregnant, there'd been no chance Anna was his. But looking at the results of the paternity test ... it was scientific confirmation of Jen letting another man get her pregnant.

Mike went into the master bedroom, into Jen's closet. He knew about her mementos boxes of course. One for him, another for the other men in her life. Over the years he'd looked through the "old boyfriends" box more than once, and at that moment he had the urge to do so again.

He carried the box to the bed. He opened the box and looked through the contents. Colin's prom tickets, and programs from some of his key football games (one where he led their high school team to the state football championship; another, Colin's first game starting for Penn State). An album of photos of Jen with Tom and his son Tommy. A champagne glass from the Eiffel Tower, where Jen drank bubbly with Alec. A ticket from Jamie's lacrosse game, and a touching card from his brother Larry, thanking Jen for being his first. Poker chips and club passes from times Jen had been in Vegas with Scott. 

Ricky's high school ring was in the box. Jen used to wear it on a thin gold chain under her blouse. Fingering the ring, Mike remembered how hot, and deliciously painful, those times had been. They'd just started playing the game. It'd been so exciting seeing Jen with another man, not just the fucking, but dating Ricky and being his "girlfriend." 

There was Clint's Jacob ring. Mike still had a hard time thinking about Jen's relationship with Clint. Jen almost married him. She said no when Clint proposed, but if Mike had stayed longer with Jasmine, would Jen (who hated being alone) have gone back to Clint and married him? She would've been lost to him then. Oftentimes, happiness in life is all about timing and fate.

There were other keepsakes in the box, some Mike couldn't place with guys. Jen had been with more than a few men, some before meeting Mike, others after while playing their game. It bothered Mike she saved the keepsakes of old boyfriends and lovers, as they were proof these men had enjoyed not just her body, but her affections too. It turned him on too of course. For Mike, the emotional part of their game was often more exciting and fulfilling (and dangerous) than the physical parts.

Mike searched, but couldn't find Drums's keepsake. There used to be a Tears for Fears program concert in the box. Jen must have thrown it away after the way Drums treated her at the end of their relationship.

There also wasn't anything in the box of Joe, his brother. Mike thought that was ironic. The two men who could have been Anna's father, and Jen didn't have a keepsake for either of them.

Mike carefully put everything back in the box, and returned the box to Jen's closet. Then he got back on the bed.

Anna would nap at least 2 hours so he had a lot of time. Mike took off his pants and boxer shorts. His penis was already hard. Unlike Jen's lovers, Mike's cock wasn't big. Less than 5 inches and thin. He wrapped his hand around it. The head barely extended beyond his closed fist. His fingers easily overlapped around his thin shaft.

He slowly stroked himself, staring at his cock as he did. That was why his wife needed more. Jen had a big sexual appetite. He didn't have enough for her. It wasn't just his small penis. He didn't have the handsome looks, the alpha male personality, the hard body his wife desired. Jen loved him, he knew that. But she desired - needed - what other men offered.

Mike slowed his stroking. He didn't want to cum too fast, he wanted to extend his pleasure. He reached for a bottle of Vaseline he kept in his bedside table. He scooped some Vaseline into his palm and wrapped his hand around his cock again. The Vaseline made his hand feel like a pussy. Not as good as Jen's, or Jasmine's, but still it felt really good. Jen didn't know about this masturbation trick he used. No one did. To be honest, it embarrassed him. But when he was really horny, like now, and he had alone time, he did it this way.

He closed his eyes as he slowly stroked himself. His lubricated hand was like a girl - Jen - riding on top, squeezing her pussy on each upward stroke.

Jen had let Drums inside her bareback. She'd been unprotected. She let him cum inside her. That's how she got pregnant with Anna. 

She'd done the same with his brother Joe. She let him shoot his seed inside her unprotected, fertile womb.

Breathing hard, Mike thought about Jim's fantasy. It wasn't enough for Stacy to get seeded by a black man, to have the black man's baby. Jim wanted Stacy to have a relationship with the black man. A physical and emotional relationship with the black man.

The black man - the BBC - would be the dominate man in Stacy's life. Jim would still be her husband, but the black bull would own Stacy. Her mouth, her tits, her pussy - her heart - the black man would own all that. Jim would only get the leftovers.

Mike channeled Jim's fantasy to himself. First he thought about Drums. Drums would move in with them. He would take over the master bedroom with Jen. He'd fuck Jen in their marital bed or anywhere else he wanted, whenever he wanted. Mike would be the third wheel. Jen would hold Drums's hand on walks, give him her attention at dinner, look into his eyes at night. 

Mike imagined a college reunion, a party at their frat house. Jen would be on Drums's arm, looking adoringly into his eyes, getting fondled by his hands, getting fucked by his cock. Mike would watch (when Drums allowed), his hand and a jar of Vaseline being the closest he would ever get to being inside a girl's pussy.

Then Mike thought about his brother Joe. Jen and Joe had always been close. They flirted sometimes, and Mike always suspected Jen had a crush on Joe. What if Joe had gotten Jen pregnant, instead of Drums? Their relationship would have been more tender, more caring. Jen might have allowed Drums to dominate her, own her. But that wouldn't have lasted forever, that game would have eventually ended.

But with Joe? Mike could see Jen falling in love with Joe. Why wouldn't she? As brothers, Joe had the best parts of Mike (his tenderness and sensitivity), while also being sort of an alpha guy.

What if Joe had lived? Mike could see Jen spending more and more time with Joe. They were Anna's parents, they had that to bond them together.

Maybe Jen would spend one night a week in Joe's bed. At least at first. Mike imagined Jen calling it pity fucks. But Jen would start getting addicted to Joe's body (Mike knew Joe was well endowed; as brothers they'd seen other's junk). They would share fluids, and that would bring them even closer together.

Jen would spend more evenings with Joe. He'd become her primary sex partner. Mike would be the one getting the pity fucks then.

Jen would fall in love with Joe. She'd be torn by this, still loving Mike, yet loving Joe too. She wouldn't be able to choose, and Mike wouldn't want to lose her. They would talk about a poly relationship. Jen would marry Joe in a quiet ceremony. 

It would be awkward for Jen to wear 2 wedding rings. Maybe Jen would get a tattoo, a small J on her inner left wrist. Of course, Jen could always take off Mike's wedding rings. The tattoo would permanently mark Jen as Joe's.

The brothers would share Jen. Would it be equal sharing? Probably, at first. Mike would do more to fulfill Jen's heart and spirit. Joe would do more to satisfy her body. That's how it would start. But as Jen spent more time in Joe's bed. As they spent more time with their bodies connected, sharing fluids, sharing pleasure. Jen would drift away from Mike. Especially since Joe was Anna's real father. Joe would be Jen's husband, and Mike more like her good (platonic) friend.

Mike lurched and came. He panted and heaved as he came down from his orgasm. 

Is that how it would have turned out, if Anna had been Joe's baby, and Joe had lived? Or would it have played out differently?

It didn't matter. Drums was the father. His brother Joe had passed. Feeling sick over the dementedness of his cuckold fantasies, Mike began cleaning himself and the bed.

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(A few days later)

"The deal is simple," Sam said to Colonel Banks. "Mike gives you a fully functional Cloaking Device. The government lifts the restrictions on Mike investing in the market."

Colonel Banks looked at Jen who was sitting next to Mike and Sam. "I'm surprised you're not asking for part of the money back. Your marital share."

"So you admit the confiscation was unfair?" Sam said, his eyes narrowed at Banks.

Colonel Banks held up a hand. "Ease up counselor, we're having a friendly conversation."

"Friendly?" Jen hissed glowering at Banks. "You tortured my husband!"

"It's because of me your husband came out of it in one piece," Banks said.

"How dare you say that?" Jen said angrily. "He had PTSD. Do you know how close ..." She cut off what she was about to say, not wanting to admit to Banks how close she and Mike came to losing each other.

"My job is to protect the country," Colonel Banks said.

"Well, your stupid country can keep the money, I don't want it," Jen shot back.

"This is your country too Mrs. Andrews," Banks pointed out, giving her a fatherly look of disapproval. "Your President too. You're a Democrat right?"

"Whatever," Jen said with a frown. Yes, she'd voted for the man. Twice. Early on she'd idolized him. Now she felt disappointed and betrayed.

"Listen, this is a simple deal," Mike said, speaking up for the first time. "The original Cloak can be tracked. I've fixed it. I give you that, and you lift the restriction. This should be easy. You're getting the better part of the deal."

"It's not that easy," Colonel Banks said looking at Mike. "You don't realize how much embarrassment you caused the administration."

"Balance that against getting a working Cloaking Device," Mike pressed.

"Mike, come on," Banks said. "You're not the only smart person in the world. We've already fixed the Cloak."

It was like the wind going out of the sails of Mike, Jen and Sam, all of them suddenly deflated.

"Listen, it wouldn't have mattered anyway, for 2 reasons," Banks said being conciliatory. "Number 1, you really did embarrass the administration. No way they would agree to any givebacks."

"What's the second reason?" Mike asked.

A cloud appeared over Banks's face. "The Cloak was leaked. Don't worry, I'm not accusing you, we know who it was. But China, South Korea, Iran, they all have it. We've had to disclose the Cloak to our allies so they can protect themselves. Right now it's like the Cold War again. No one's using the Cloak, an unwritten agreement."

As Mike took this in, Jen was secretly relieved. She didn't like the idea of any country - even her own - spying on other countries without chance of repercussions. 

"That's how it is in my world Mike," Colonel Banks continued. "Countries trying to get the edge on each other. People like me trying to stay one step ahead. You know what happens if we fall behind? 9-11 happens Mike."

"Why are you telling us this?" Jen asked.

Banks kept his eyes on Mike. "Why didn't you take the Apple Code Master job?" he asked. "A lot of money, prestige, launching pad to bigger and better things."




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"I don't want to spend my life fixing iTunes bugs," Mike said with a shrug and humorless laugh.

"I think it's because you want to make a difference," Colonel Banks said. "Like how you're teaching kids, you're making a difference in their lives."

Understanding hit Mike. "Are you offering me a job?" he said surprised.

"Pay's not bad," Banks said with a grin. "You make your own hours, work where you want."

"You tortured him, and now you want him to work for you?" Jen asked incredulously.

"Would you rather he be Code Master for Apple?" Colonel Banks said to Jen, giving her a knowing look. "Would you rather he still be working on Wall Street, Mrs. Andrews?" It was like Banks was looking into her soul. Jen quickly shut up.

Banks turned back to Mike. "This is your chance to make a difference Mike," he said. "Your chance to be a hero." He handed Mike a thumb drive. "I need to know what's on this."

"I haven't decided whether to take the job," Mike said.

"Okay fine," Banks said. "Then treat it like a puzzle, like Sudoku." He tapped the thumb drive with his finger. "I really want to know what's on this."

"Don't I need a security clearance or something?" Mike asked.

Banks laughed and gave Mike an almost friendly smile. "Believe me Mike, we know everything there is to know about you."

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"I'm sorry it didn't work out," Jen said regretfully to Mike. They'd just dropped Sam off at the airport.

"Thanks for setting it up," Mike said. He cautiously asked "Jasmine really agreed to your back up plan?"

"I feel like I've sold my soul," Jen lamented. Putting on a brave face, she added "It won't be so bad. I've always been interested in politics. And they're paying me. A lot. Her campaign must be well funded."

The subject of Jen's income depressed Mike. Mike grew up believing the husband should support the wife and kids. But Jen's income was more than his. The government salary would help, but she would still make more than him. It made him feel like an inadequate, meager provider. 

It affected their game too. Jen's lovers might have better bodies, but in the past he could always console himself that he was more successful professionally. That was no longer true. Now, not only were Jen's lovers better in bed, they made more money. 

Jen sensed his thoughts. "I don't care about money baby," she said hugging and kissing his arm. 

It was true, Jen didn't care really about money. True, she couldn't afford Chanel dresses or Jimmy Choo high heels anymore, but it wasn't like she didn't already have enough designer dresses and shoes in her closet. They were financially comfortable in a really expensive city, they owned their loft apartment (while many of their friends still rented), and that was saying a lot. They were saving for Anna's college, they had a rainy day fund, and they had fun doing things in the City. If she couldn't go to high end boutiques anymore, why did it matter? Anyway, it was fun to shop the sales for clothes the way she used to do before Mike made a lot of money.

Jen felt guilty. Not about the Cloak, she had no control over that. But about what Colonel Banks said. The bastard read her perfectly. Jen DIDN'T want Mike to take the Apple Code Master job. And she'd never liked it when he worked on Wall Street. 

Mike was an academic, a geeky math major. He was better suited to teaching college or high school math. Working high pressure jobs like Code Master or Wall Street didn't suit his personality. He'd never be happy in those jobs. The money wasn't worth it.

But it was more than that. Jen remembered when Mike was running the Ring and all the young, barelegged female interns were calling him Aragon and making eyes at him. She thought about how it must have been at Apple, with Mike being the shy, mysterious, brilliant software god. All the girls (like Tara) must have found him adorable and irresistible. 

Jen wanted Mike all to herself. She was a jealous person, she didn't like the idea of adoring girls being around Mike all the time. So she was just fine with Mike staying a high school teacher, or working at home for Colonel Banks. Also, she liked Mike at home taking care of Anna. Any mother would understand that. 

Jen felt guilty over wanting to keep Mike all to herself. Mike was a loner, he preferred his solitude, but it wasn't healthy to not get out and be around people sometimes. Smiling inside, she knew how to make it up to him. Big time make it up to him.  

Hugging his arm, she asked "Baby, have you heard from Jim lately?"

"Yeah, they're going to a party this Saturday, they invited us," Mike said.

Jen squeezed his arm again. "Maybe we should go," she said.

"You want to?" Mike said suddenly excited.

"I know you do," Jen said with a laugh.

"But do you?" 

"I'm not sure," Jen said with another laugh, this one a slightly nervous one.

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[Saturday night ...]

Mike and Jen met Jim and Stacy for a drink before the party. "Oh I'm so excited to finally meet you," Stacy said excitedly, taking Jen's arm and pulling her away from Mike. They were soon giggling like school girls as they got to know each other.

"They're getting along," Mike said as he and Jim walked a few steps behind the girls. 

"I told you, they'll get along brilliantly," Jim said confidently. He gave Jen's backside a long look. She was wearing a short tight skirt to take advantage of her best assets (her ass and legs). "Fuck Mike, Jen's gorgeous, even prettier in person."

Mike couldn't help smiling and feeling proud. It always made him feel good when another man praised his wife's good looks. "Stacy's looking good too," he said. He meant it too. Stacy wasn't cover-girl model gorgeous like Jen, but she was definitely attractive. She had long strawberry blonde hair and a curvy, hour glass figure. From how her tight black dress hung on her, it looked like Stacy had gotten back her pre-Dannika figure. 

In his mental ranking of girls he knew, Mike placed Jen at the top, then Jasmine Kelly, followed closely by Allie (who also had her pre-baby figure back), and then Stacy. Tara was probably tied or maybe just behind Stacy. Mike never shared this ranking with Jen of course.

"She's definitely fuckable," Jim said proudly. "She never has problems getting partners."

"Guys at the party?" Mike asked.

"That's right mate," Jim said with a laugh, giving Mike a friendly hit on the arm. He gave Jen's backside another long look. "Jen won't have any problem either."

"We're not sure how far we're going tonight," Mike said immediately. Despite his excitement, he was conflicted about tonight, afraid things might get out of control.

"No worries mate, no one's going to pressure you," Jim assured him. He nudged Mike in the side and said excitedly, "This might be the night Mike."

"Seriously?" Mike asked just as excitedly.

"She's been seeing a new guy, Deshawn, a few weeks, they have a connection," Jim said nodding. "He'll be there tonight."

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

"More than okay, he gets off on it," Jim said. "Deshawn knows Stacy's not on the pill. She told him he didn't have to use a condom tonight."

Mike didn't know what to say. As they walked behind the girls, he looked Stacy up and down. She definitely looked good. She must have worked hard to get her body back after having Dannika. Now, tonight, she was going to give her hot body to a black man, let him shoot his fertile seed into her unprotected pussy. Jim and Stacy both wanted Deshawn to impregnate her. Mike was so hot he was almost dizzy. 

At the bar Jen and Stacy continued talking, sitting a little away from the boys. They'd gotten through the mandatory preliminaries - where they grew up, went to college, how they met their spouses, descriptions of their kids - and now they were talking about the upcoming party. Jen found she really liked Stacy. Also, to her surprise, she found it reassuring to talk to another girl involved in the "lifestyle." 

"So there are cute guys?" Jen asked, whispering like a schoolgirl hoping to be asked to the prom.

"A lot of hunky guys," Stacy said in her English accent. "Really good looking and awesome bodies. I'm meeting someone there. Deshawn. God he's so hot!"

"I'm not really into black men," Jen said in a polite "I don't mean to offend you" tone.

"More for me," Stacy giggled. She thought that Jen didn't know what she was missing. Black men were so much stronger than white men, so much bigger, so much better. Blacks came in a lot of shades, but she was most attracted to those with dark ebony skin. She loved the contrast of a black man's skin against hers. Just the thought got her wet.

But she didn't begrudge Jen preferring white guys. After all, she (like Jen) had a white husband. Although, to be honest, and it's something she'd never tell Jim, if she knew then what she knew now, she might have married a black man. But Jim let her do what she wanted, and he was a good father and provider. For now Stacy was happy with their marriage.

Stacy said to Jen, "There will be white guys there too." She looked at Jen's gorgeous face, long lush blonde hair, tight body and long legs. Stacy knew Jen would likely be the prettiest at the party. In fact, she suspected Jen was probably the prettiest girl wherever she went. Stacy didn't hold Jen's beauty against her. First of all, Jen wasn't into black guys so she didn't see her as competition. Second, Jen was really nice, she wasn't stuck up over her looks. Also, in Jen she felt she'd found a kindred spirit. 

Stacy said, "I think you'll be real popular at the party. Don't worry, you'll have your pick of guys."

"Thanks," Jen said, demurely looking down. It was embarrassing to talk about this with a person she just met. "Um ... are there girls too?" She glanced at Mike.

Stacy followed Jen's eyes, seeing Mike and immediately understanding her concerns. "More guys than girls," she said. "Don't worry, the girls will leave Mike alone. He'll be with you. Anyway, Mike's not really the alpha guy type."

"No he's not," Jen agreed with a giggle. That definitely wasn't her husband.

"You know, Jim used to be a bull," Stacy said.

"What? No way," Jen said. She'd assumed Jim had cuckold fantasies like Mike.

"Yeah, when I met him," Stacy said. She added matter-of-factly, "Guys change sometimes, going from alpha to beta, or the other way. It's what you're into, who you're with."

"Oh um okay," Jen stammered, this being new territory for her. "I don't think that'll ever happen with Mike. But I don't think of him as beta."

"But he's not alpha," Stacy said. "He'll never go alpha." She wasn't being mean, she was just making an observation.

"No," Jen agreed. "But he's not beta. He's just shy ... easygoing." After a moment she added "That's how I want him."

"You want that in bed?" Stacy teased with a laugh.

"Um, not all the time," Jen said with a laugh back.

After their laughter died out, Stacy said "Anyway I don't have to worry about Jim wandering. I've got him caged."

"Seriously?" Jen asked surprised. She knew what a cock cage was. She'd read about it in hotwife/cuckold literature Mike had shown her over the years (she read it trying to understand her husband's fantasies better). But she'd never actually seen one.

"It's something new we're trying," Stacy explained. "Exploring new things."

"Yeah," Jen said, definitely understanding the excitement of new things. 

"You ought to try it with Mike," Stacy suggested.

"I could never do that to him," Jen said with a laugh. "Besides, I'm not worried he'll cheat on me." Mike cheating on her would be like the sun not rising in the east. He would never do that to her.

"Then why -," Stacy began.

"I'm just possessive about Mike," Jen explained. Allie's nickname "Bubble Boy" flashed through her mind but she didn't say that of course.

Stacy gave an "it's none of my business" shrug." She said "Anyway, it's not about that, not really. You'd be surprised what happens when you control a man's orgasms. You become the center of his world."

"Oh," Jen said surprised. Grinning, she said "I like the sound of that." She looked over at Mike and smiled mischievously into his eyes.

The party was in a large, expensive row house on the upper East side. Stacy and Jen entered the party together, holding hands, their heads close together as they whispered to each other. Jim and Mike followed behind them.

Both girls knew the art of seduction. They knew how men found it alluring to see 2 pretty girls holding hands and standing so close their lips almost touched.

Jen had done this with Allie many times. Slow dance together, maybe even kiss a little. That always got a lot of male attention.

Jen sensed Stacy would be up for that. In fact, Stacy kind of reminded Jen of Allie, a free spirit, fun loving, open to anything party girl. At least, that was how Allie used to be, before she kind of grew up after marrying Darren and becoming a mother. 

But Jen wasn't sure how far she wanted to go tonight. A sex club wasn't really her thing. Vegas maybe, but this was New York City, her home. "I'll see you a little later," Jen whispered to Stacy, squeezing her new friend's hand. "Have fun."

"Always," Stacy said with a smile, squeezing Jen's hand back.

Jen went to Mike, taking his arm and leaning into him. "Hey baby, having fun?" she asked.

"You and Stacy are getting along," Mike said.

"I like her, she's nice," Jen said.

A tall white man approached. "I'm Will," he said, politely shaking Mike's hand.

"I'm Mike, and this is my wife Jen," Mike said.

"Would you like to dance?" Will asked Jen.

"Um, we just got here," Jen said. She looked at Mike. He was giving her the "go for it" look, but Jen wasn't ready yet. "Maybe later," she told Will.

"He's your type," Mike said to Jen as the couple watched Will walk away. Will was tall, ruggedly handsome, broad shouldered. He looked like an NFL linebacker or strong safety.

"I don't have a type," Jen said.

"Yes you do," Mike said, grinning. They laughed, Jen gripping Mike's arm tighter.

They got drinks and explored the party. The house was dark, like a club. Jen got a lot of stares and attention from men. A lot of guys introduced themselves, tried to start conversations, offered to buy her drinks, asked her to dance. Jen couldn't help being flattered by all the attention. These guys were hot!

Jen was definitely impressed. Before going to the party she didn't know what to expect from the clientele. But everyone here was well dressed, sophisticated, professional looking, like they were lawyers, Wall Street brokers, GQ models, professional athletes. The guys were all gorgeous! Many young, some older, but all handsome, well built, confident, charismatic. 

In her head, Jen thought of these men as the "players" (she didn't like the term "bull"). Like Jen, most girls at the party were with their husband. Some of the husbands, like Mike and Jim, were cute too (other husbands, not so much). It was clear though the husbands were there to see their wives hook up with the players.

That was the vibe of the place. People were gathered in 3s and 4s, the wife, the husband, and 1 or 2 guys ("players") vying for the wife's attention. Most of the wives were really pretty, dressed sexy yet elegantly, wearing Jimmy Choos and Manolo Blahniks, showing a lot of leg, revealing an enticing amount of cleavage. Many of the wives looked like models. Maybe trophy wives? This type of place was in New York? Vegas maybe, but here in NYC?

Jen found it all intriguing, and also exciting. As really gorgeous hunky guys continued to hit on her, she felt a familiar tingling growing between her legs.

Will approached. "Is it later?" he asked with a grin.

Jen looked at Mike. He nodded. She looked back at Will. "Sure," she said. She let Will take her hand and guide her to the dance floor.

It wasn't really a dance floor. It was more like the middle of a large living room. The DJ only played slow songs. Jen let Will take her in his arms and they swayed to the music.

Jen could feel Will's erection pressing against her tummy. He felt huge, but that didn't surprise her given the size of his hands (yes, Jen found there was often a correlation there; Mike, being slim and not much taller than Jen, had smallish hands). 

Will's hands ventured down her back, over her bra strap, going lower. His fingers reached the small of her back, and he traced along the outline of the garter belt she wore underneath. "This is sexy," he said as he boldly fondled her.

"I wore it to get my husband hot," Jen said.

"Believe me, I know how to get your husband hot," Will said with a knowing smile. "You'll enjoy it too."

"Oh my god," Jen said with an astonished laugh. Will was being so bold. She liked it.

"Your husband's a cuck?" Will asked glancing over at Mike. He stood in the corner of the room, watching.

"I don't say the C word," Jen said.

"Okay, whatever," Will said with a laugh.

"Do you come here a lot?" Jen asked.

"It's the best place to meet sexy girls in the City," Will said.

"Sexy wives?" Jen said, part question, part statement.

"Pretty wives are the sexiest girls," Will said with a grin. "There's nothing better than taking what belongs to another man."

Jen frowned at him. "And you think being a jerk is a way to get into my pants?" she said sarcastically. 

"I'm saying, I'm the kind of man your husband wants to see you with," Will said confidently.

That shut Jen up. Mike would definitely like to see her with a confident, alpha man like Will. She glanced around the room. Couples were pairing up with players (some couples with 2). More than a few wives were kissing their "dates." The kissing soon evolved into serious make-out and petting sessions as their husbands watched.

"You like me?" Will asked Jen.

Jen knew this was a proposition. She said "I think you're hot Will. But this is our first time here. I'm not sure how far we'll go this time." Seeing the couples quickly pairing up with players, she added "I'm sorry if I'm wasting your time."

"You're not wasting my time," Will assured her. Looking into her eyes he said "You're the prettiest girl I've ever met."

"I doubt that," Jen said with a laugh.

"I'm serious," Will said. "Are you a model?"

"Okay, stop," Jen said with another laugh.

"Anyway, you're so beautiful, if a dance is all I get, I'm good with that," he said.

"God you're so full of shit," Jen said, smiling up at him. Yes, he WAS full of shit, but he was so gorgeous and it felt good to be in his arms. Also, his relentless, bad pickup lines were kind of charming. Suddenly she wanted to know if Will was a good kisser. Impulsively reaching up on her tiptoes, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

Will's lips were soft, and she welcomed his tongue into her mouth. As they kissed she felt him run his hands up her sides, over her breasts. The kissing and fondling went on and on. Finally Jen found the will power to pull away. "Yeah, he knows how to kiss," Jen thought to herself, panting.

"I need to get back to my husband," Jen said, still panting and unsteady in her high heels. 

"Okay, I'll be around," Will said, a slight smug smile on his face. He knew the effect he had on women. 

"I need a drink," Jen said to Mike as she took his arm again. She was still panting and her nipples were so hard they dented her dress through her bra.

"You clearly like him," Mike said with a grin and they ponied up to the bar. He was so hard. They ordered an appletini for Jen and a scotch for Mike.

"He's hot," Jen agreed. "He said you'd like him too."

"What?" Mike asked, suddenly wary as he remembered the games Jen liked to play.

"Don't worry," Jen said with a laugh, squeezing his arm. "He says he'll make it good for you."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 12



"Like how?" Mike asked.

"I don't know Mike it's your fantasy," Jen said with another laugh. She was being a little dismissive of Mike. It wasn't intentional, she was still distracted by Will and the vibe of the party.

Their drinks arrived and she took a big gulp of the martini. She was hoping it would put out the fire between her legs. It didn't. But the alcohol helped her relax. She took another gulp.

"Do you want to fuck Will?" Mike asked excitedly.

"I don't know," Jen said. She took another drink and finished the martini. Jen noticed a brunette riding a muscular black man as another man (the brunette's husband) excitedly watched. There was other coupling starting up around them, a lot of it black on white. "God this place is so out of control."

"You know I love when you lose control," Mike said grinning.

"Mike please stop pushing so hard," Jen said irritably. She felt edgy. "This's all happening fast. We were just going to watch this time, remember?"

"Okay, whatever," Mike said looking peeved at her, not liking how she was being so dismissive.

Jen knew she was being a bitch. She couldn't help it. She was the meat being offered here, not Mike. She'd never been at a place like this, where the goal of hooking up was so out in the open. Even in Vegas there was some subtlety to it. Here there were so many men openly desiring her. It turned her on, but it was unnerving too.

"Mike, you lose control too," Jen pointed out. She looked around warily. "This place is wild. I don't want to get gangbanged."

"You don't think I'll protect you?" Mike asked looking bothered. It was like she didn't think he'd take care of her.

His question softened Jen. She tenderly ran her hand down his cheek and looked into his eyes. "I know you'll always protect me baby," she told him. "But this isn't about that, right? This place is so wild. I'm trying to get used to it."

"Okay, I get it," Mike said. He suggested "Why don't we go find Jim and Stacy as we decide?"

Jen frowned Mike. She knew what he was going for. He wanted to watch Stacy get fucked as much as he wanted to watch her.

That bothered Jen. All his attentions should be on her! Maybe she SHOULD put the shit in a cage. But Jen agreed so they went in search of Jim and Stacy.

They found them in an upstairs bedroom. Stacy was on the bed with a big black man. Jim saw them and motioned them over. They sat next to him on the sofa, Jen between the guys. Their attentions turned to the bed. They weren't the only ones watching. There were about a half dozen men (all black) standing around, watching the action on the bed.

Stacy was on her hands and knees. She wore stockings but otherwise was naked. The black man was fucking her from behind. The room was silent except for their sounds of fucking.

"That's Deshawn," Jim whispered. Jen nodded although she barely heard, her eyes riveted to the action on the bed. Especially on Deshawn. He was an incredible specimen of man. Tall, handsome, muscles everywhere, jet black skin. As Deshawn pulled out, Jen got a good look at his manhood. God he was huge. Maybe the biggest she'd ever seen. Was it true, black men were bigger than white men? Jen always thought it was an urban myth. But Darren was really big, and now Deshawn. Not that Jen could complain, her lovers were all impressively sized (except, well, Mike). Still, Jen could see why Stacy preferred black men.

Jen's eyes were focused on Deshawn as he pounded Stacy. The way the muscles in his ass, thighs and abs tensed with each thrust, the way his shaft glistened with Stacy's juices. At that moment she envied Stacy. She wished it was her getting pounded by that powerful black man.

It seemed everyone was focused on Deshawn's cock as it pumped in and out of Stacy. Jim leaned over Jen slightly and said to Mike, "That's why our wives will never be satisfied with us Mike."

Jim didn't say it to be mean. It was like two cuckolds sharing a common fantasy, bonding with each other. Jen looked at Mike. She saw her husband nod, agreeing with Jim. 

Usually, Jen would say something like "You do satisfy me baby." But this wasn't the time for that. First, because she sensed Mike didn't want to hear it. Second, because, well ... from a purely physical point of view, Mike's less athletic body and small manhood didn't satisfy her as much as her ripped, well hung lovers. Jen didn't feel guilty about it. I mean, that was the whole point of their game.

When Jim had leaned over to whisper to Mike, he'd put his hand on Jen's thigh, kind of like for balance. When he leaned back, he left his hand on Jen's leg. Jen barely noticed, she was too focused on Deshawn fucking Stacy (if anything, she thought it was Mike's hand on her leg). 

Mike noticed though. Jim was a cuck, he had no right to touch Jen, he wasn't worthy. But in a way, Jim was sharing Stacy with him by letting him watch her get fucked. Mike felt obligated to share Jen a little. Jim's hand on her leg was harmless. Although, Mike was a little surprised Jen let Jim keep his hand there. 

Jen noticed Deshawn wasn't wearing a condom. She knew all about Stacy, Darren and Dannika of course. She whispered to Jim "Is she on the pill?"

"No, not for a few months," Jim said, caressing Jen's thigh.

"Will she make him pull out?" she asked. Her eyes were on Deshawn's balls. They looked so big, so full of sperm.

"She wants him to cum inside her," Jim said, moving up Jen's leg and under her dress.

"God," Jen said, the one word coming out like a moan. This scene was so naughty, so kinky, so hot! Also, there was a hand up her skirt and it felt really good.

Wait ... a hand up her skirt?

Jen saw it was Jim. She whispered "You should stop" and pushed his hand away.

"Did it feel good?" Jim asked, an embarrassed smile on his face. His fingers had reached above her stocking tops, to her bare thighs, just below her panties. Jim had a nice touch, it had felt good.

"Yeah but, you shouldn't," Jen said. She moved closer to Mike and hugged his arm. He looked bothered. "I'm sorry," she whispered to him.

"I don't want him touching you," he whispered so low only Jen could hear.

"I thought it was you," Jen whispered back.

At that moment one of the other men in the room approached Jen. He was naked and had been stroking his cock while watching the action on the bed. He was just as handsome, buff and big as Deshawn. He was also black. "I'm Carl. Want to dance?" he asked Jen, offering his hand. 

Jen realized that "dance" meant fuck. "Um, no," she said.

Carl took Jen's rebuff in stride. He took a step closer and asked "Stroke me a little?"

Carl's big black cock - it was like a python - was just a few inches from Jen's face. She had an incredible urge - an intense desire - to get on her knees and take him into her mouth. But she knew that would lead to fucking, and honestly she was scared. Like Deshawn, Carl was too tall, too powerfully built, too big. She seriously worried about getting hurt if she had sex with Carl.

Mike sensed Jen's apprehension. "Maybe later," he told Carl. Then he put his arm possessively around his wife. Carl shrugged and walked away. 

Jen leaned into Mike's arm. She felt safe. Yes, Mike would always take care of her.

"Fuck, here it cums!" Deshawn growled. All eyes turned back to the bed. 

Deshawn flipped Stacy onto her back, no doubt for deeper penetration. His thrusts got harder, faster, violent. Jen saw all of Deshawn's body tense (she registered that he had a great ass). Then suddenly he lurched into Stacy, once, twice, three times. Jen knew the black man was filling Stacy with his sperm. 

After Deshawn finally stopped cumming, he wrapped his arms around Stacy and they tenderly kissed. They kissed a long time, it was like husband and wife or boyfriend girlfriend, all the while with Deshawn's cock still deep inside Stacy, preventing his seed from flowing out.

With the action over, people started leaving the bedroom. "I need a drink after that," Mike said.

"Me too," Jen said with a giggle. 

They were about to leave when Stacy said "Jen, honey, can you stay a minute?"

"I'll get us drinks," Mike said, leaving the bedroom for the bar.

Jen turned to Stacy but she was kissing Deshawn again. Jim said to her "Brilliant right?"

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh. She remembered that Jim was caged. She looked down at his crotch and said "Does it hurt?"

"Yeah, it does actually, at times like this," Jim said with an embarrassed grin. "Stacy told you about it huh?"

"Yeah, sorry," Jen said with an embarrassed smile back at him. Curious, she asked "You can't cum?"

"Not in the cage," Jim said. "I mean it's possible, but that's even worse."

Jen got it immediately. "Like a ruined orgasm," she said.

"Yeah," Jim said with a laugh and an intrigued grin on his face. "You do that to Mike?"

"Only when he's a bad boy," Jen teased.

Jim looked into Jen's face, her eyes. "God you're beautiful," he gushed.

Jen frowned at him. "Your wife is right there," she whispered.

"And she just got fucked by Deshawn," Jim said with a laugh. "Don't worry, she doesn't care. We have an open marriage." He laughed and added "Obviously."

Jen didn't get all the nuances of the hotwife and cuckold fantasies. Jim was a cuckold, yet they had a true open marriage? How did that work, especially since Stacy kept her husband in a cage? Jen inwardly shrugged. "Whatever floats your boat I guess," she thought to herself.

"Want to touch it?" Jim asked.

Jen looked at the bed. Stacy and Deshawn were still kissing. Mike wouldn't be back for a little while, the bar was on the other side of the house. Jen tentatively reached out and put her hand on Jim's crotch. She said "It feels like a plastic tube."

"That's pretty much what it is," Jim confirmed.

Jen tried to stroke him. "I can't feel you."

"I WISH I could feel your hand," Jim said with a grin.

Jen pulled her hand away. "Thanks for the, um, experience," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "Will Stacy let you cum later?"

"I hope so," Jim joked with a laugh. "She will," he added more seriously. "She'll make me use a condom though."

"Oh yeah," Jen said, remembering.

"Are you into that?" Jim asked. "I know Mike's not Anna's father."

"He is."

"You know what I mean."

"It's kind of complicated," Jen said answering Jim's initial question.

"Yeah, I know, Mike's told me part of it," Jim said. "You know it still turns him on. That another man got you pregnant."

"I know," Jen said quietly.

"Does it turn you on?" Jim asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "Kinda. Mostly because it turns Mike on so much."

At that moment Stacy called, "Jen, come here honey." Stacy held her arm outstretched for Jen.

Jen walked over and took Stacy's hand. "This is Deshawn," Stacy said. "D, baby, this is Jenny Andrews. The girl I've told you about."

"Hey Jenny," Deshawn said. "You're prettier than Stacy described. Which is surprising since she said you look like a Victoria Secrets model. You can call me D."

"Oh um, okay D," Jen said, embarrassed at his praise, especially with Stacy right there. "Most people call me Jen. But Jenny's okay too." Jen's eyes were on Deshawn's crotch. He was still buried deep inside Stacy.

Deshawn noticed where Jen was looking. As if wanting to let the naïve, pretty white girl know what a real man looked like, Deshawn slowly pulled his cock out of Stacy's pussy. Jen noticed 2 things. First, Stacy's pussy was gaping open. And second, Deshawn was incredibly big. It was unreal. Although only half hard, he was almost a foot long and as wide as her fist.

"Um, impressive," Jen said with a nervous laugh, her eyes locked on Deshawn's black python.

"We should get together sometime," Deshawn said, reaching out and stroking the back of Jen's leg.

"You should Jen," Stacy urged delightedly with a big smile. "Don't worry, I'm not possessive. And D's so incredible." As she said this Stacy ran her hand up Deshawn's chiseled chest.

"We'll see," Jen said, stepping away from Deshawn's hand. "I have to ask my husband."

"Why don't you touch it?" Deshawn said, leaning back to give Jen complete access.

"Go ahead Jen," Stacy urged with a giggle.

Jen hesitated, but couldn't help herself. She was mesmerized by it. She reached out and wrapped her hands around his shaft. It felt so heavy in her hands. It was so long and thick. No way this could fit inside her. 

Jen stroked Deshawn's cock up and down. It started getting hard, bigger. Deshawn reached out and caressed Jen's breasts as she stroked him. He had a nice touch. She didn't stop him when he reached into her dress, into her bra. He thumbed and twisted her nipples as he continued to get hard in her hands. God ... Jen felt dizzy with desire.

"Why don't you climb up here, and try out this black cock," Deshawn said, a sly smile on his handsome black face.

"I told you, I have to ask Mike," Jen said. She laughed nervously and joked "Besides, I don't have a condom this big."

"We don't need a condom," Deshawn said. "Are you on the pill? Don't worry baby, I'll pull out."

Jen looked at Deshawn. At that moment, she knew with certainly that Deshawn would NOT pull out. Is that what he wanted? To impregnate 2 white wives on the same night? Did black bulls compete? Did they keep score somehow?

At that moment Mike returned with their drinks. His mouth opened in shock, taking in the scene before him. His wife Jen stroking Deshawn's cock. Deshawn's hand inside her dress, fondling her breasts.

Jen saw Mike. She dropped Deshawn's cock and practically ran to him. She took the appletini and drained most of it. Then she looked at her husband.

"Mike ..." she said to him, gripping his arms and looking desperately at him.

Jen had a major cum face on. She looked desperate, frantic, out of control. "I'll find Will," Mike said.

"Hurry," Jen said desperately. She felt both disappointed and relieved it would be Will instead of Deshawn. But Will would do. God she needed fucked so bad!

Will lead Jen into a bedroom with Mike following behind. Will was in control now of Jen, not Mike. Mike felt the familiar, delicious angst of giving up control of his wife's body to another man.

Will didn't waste any time, pulling Jen onto the bed. He seemed as impatient and sexed up as Jen. Tbey kissed as they frantically undressed each other. Will took everything off Jen except her garter belt, stockings and high heels. Will was completely naked. Mike saw he had a really good body too, like Deshawn. Will's cock wasn't as big as Deshawn's, but it was over twice as big as Mike's. Mike felt a lump in his throat as he remembered what Jim had said: "That's why our wives will never be satisfied with us Mike."

Jen pulled her long blonde hair to the side and lowered her face to Will, taking him into her mouth. Will moaned as Jen blew him, but clearly that wasn't what he wanted. He threw Jen onto her hands and knees and got behind her. "Will, condom," Jen said. "My bag."

Will looked disappointed, but he reached into Jen's bag and pulled out a condom. He ripped the square package and then rolled the rubber onto his shaft. Mike felt relieved Jen didn't offer to put the condom on Will, the way she did with guys she was really into. "This is just sex, she's not going to fall in love with him," he told himself.

Will positioned himself at Jen's opening. "Come on," Jen said impatiently, looking behind her shoulder at Will. "Do it," she pleaded.

Will grinned. Jen had the beautiful face of an angel, but really she was a horny slut.

Holding his cock in his hand, Will pushed into Jen's pussy. Despite being soaking it, the sudden penetration of something so big made Jen wince and grit her teeth. But she didn't complain. This was exactly what she wanted. 

Will gripped Jen's hips tight as he fucked her hard and fast. Jen was on her elbows, her face buried in the mattress, the sheets muffling her moans.

Mike noticed people coming into the bedroom. There were Jim and Stacy - he felt uneasy about Jim watching his wife, but there was nothing he could do about it now - and also a lot of other people. While only about 5 or 6 men had watched Stacy get fucked, here there must be 3 or 4 times that many. Was it because Jen was a new face here? Or because she was so beautiful? Mike felt proud so many men wanted to see his wife get fucked. He felt intimidated too, because many of the men had their cocks out and were stroking themselves. They were all bigger than him. Were they waiting in line to get into Jen's pussy? Mike couldn't imagine his slim, petite wife taking so much cock in one evening. God, her pussy would never be the same.

Will also noticed the men crowding into the room. Fucking her doggy style with her head and chest smashed into the mattress didn't provide a good view of Jen. As if wanting to put on a good show for the onlookers, Will flipped Jen around. Now Will was on his back and Jen was on top of him. 

There were big mirrors on the walls. So, now, no matter where you stood, everyone had a good view of Jen. Now everyone could see Jen's beautiful face, long blonde hair, small but perfectly shaped breasts, flat tummy, tight ass and long shapely legs. The men seemed to stroke themselves faster as their eyes feasted upon the body of Mike's wife.

Will remained in control of Jen, even with her on top. Gripping her hips, he held her suspended just above him. With his powerful body he repeatedly pistoned in and out of her, fucking her hard and fast. With each upward thrust he bottomed out inside her, filling her up, giving her pleasure, making her moan and whimper from his rough treatment of her body. Jen was loving it!

It wasn't long before Jen had her first orgasm. "Oh god oh god oh god," Jen chanted as her orgasm approached. Then suddenly she arched her back and cried out "Oh my goooddddd" as her orgasm hit and pleasure shot through her body. 

There's nothing more beautiful and sensual than the face of a woman when she cums. Jen was no different. With her gorgeous, angelic face, it was always an amazing sight to watch her cum. More than a few of the men standing around the bed came at the same, perhaps timing their orgasms with Jen's (Mike noticed they ejaculated into towels to avoid splattering the carpet; was that a house rule?).

Will fucked Jen through her orgasm, continuing to relentlessly pound her. A few minutes later he made Jen cum again, her body shuddering as she climaxed again on his cock. Will continued to pound her, he had amazing stamina. Then finally, with both their bodies drenched in sweat, Will came, groaning and lurching upward, filling the condom with his sperm.

Jen collapsed onto Will's chest, panting and completely spent. Will stroked Jen's hair and kissed her. Jen responded and kissed him back. These kisses were more loving than passionate. This was always the hardest part for Mike. The after-sex intimacy of tender kisses, the gentle caresses, the whispering of sweet nothings. These things always reminded Mike that for his wife, sex wasn't just about physical pleasure, there were feelings involved. 

The men (mostly black, some white) around the bed began shuffling. Mike realized they were getting in line for their turns with his wife. He heard a "click" and looked over at Stacy and Jim. Stacy was letting Jim out of his cock cage. "Go ahead, have a go with Jen, I know you want to fuck her," Stacy said to her husband.

Mike quickly got up and moved towards the bed. These men (especially Jim) were not going to touch his wife, much less fuck her. This evening had gone far enough. A spontaneous gang bang was not in the cards tonight. He and Jen needed to go home, regroup, figure out what they wanted to do next. 

Jen sensed what was happening too. She pulled off Will (being careful not to pull off the condom) and called "Mike, baby?"




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 12



"I'm here," Mike said reaching the bed. He bundled Jen in a sheet, not even bothering to find her dress. Mike wasn't a super-strong guy, but Jen was a slim girl. He picked Jen up and moved towards the door. "That's it for tonight guys," Mike said as he carried Jen out of the room. The men looked disappointed but didn't stop him.

Mike lucked out and quickly found a taxi. To explain the sheet around Jen, he told the driver his wife wasn't feeling well.

"That was out of control," Jen whispered to Mike as the taxi drove them home. She tenderly stroked Mike's cheek. "Are you okay?"

"I came in my pants," Mike admitted with a sheepish grin.

Jen giggled. She reached down and cupped his crotch. He was already hard again. "I'll take care of this when we get home," she promised.

"You're not too sore?" Mike asked.

"I probably am," Jen said. She gave him a sly smile. "I have other ways of taking care of you mister."

"Would you rather have fucked Deshawn?" Mike asked.

"Not really," Jen said. "He and Stacy have things going on. I don't want to get involved in that. Also, I mean ... he's not human." Jen giggled. "I don't see how Stacy can take him. I was seriously afraid he'd hurt me."

Mike kissed Jen on the lips. "Yeah, his black cock would ruin your pussy," he whispered into her ear.

Jen giggled. Mike had the strangest ways of saying things. But she knew (from reading stories) that his way of saying things fed into his fantasies. "Yeah baby, Deshawn would have ruined me for your little cock," she said teasingly.

"Jen ..." Mike said, her name coming out like a moan.

Remembering the stories, Jen added "Deshawn would have resized my pussy for his beautiful black cock. Will was bad enough. He's so big and he fucked me so hard." Jen squeezed Mike's cock. "I doubt I'll be able to feel your little thing inside me."

"Baby ..." Mike moaned.

"Not that I need you," Jen said, continuing the tease. "I've got real men like Will to satisfy me. God Mike, I came all over Will's cock, twice. He was so freaking awesome. He made my pretty toes curl in my high heels."

"God Jen you're gonna make me cum in my pants again," Mike groaned.

Jen giggled. She glanced at the taxi driver. He was definitely paying attention to what was going on in his back seat. "Fuck it," she thought.

"We can't have that," Jen said giving him a sly mischievous smile. Shifting on the seat, she unzipped Mike's pants and took out his cock. He was messy from cumming in his pants earlier. First Jen lovingly cleaned him with her tongue, swallowing all his spunk like it was delicious nectar. Then she went down on her husband.

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Mike was distracted the next week, thinking about the party. Jen seemed open to going again. But did Mike want to?

Too many men at the party had wanted to fuck Jen. If they went again there was a good chance it would happen. Mike loved seeing Jen with other men. But did he really want to see Jen gang banged? To pull a train with a line of seriously hung black men? 

And what was going on with Jim? At the party he was putting the moves on Jen. Mike didn't get that. Jim was a cuck, he was in a cage, he wanted black men to seed and impregnate his wife. How did Jim hitting on Jen fit into that cuckold fantasy? Mike realized though that people had different shades of desire. Maybe fucking other girls somehow fit into Jim's version of cuckolding.

Wanting to get his mind off the party, Mike picked up the thumb drive Colonel Banks had given him. So far Mike had not been able to figure out its contents. There was a blob of data on the drive, but Mike had no clue how to decipher it. Mike knew a few things about encryption, and he knew how to hack into things. As far as he could tell though, the data blob was just gibberish, there was nothing there.

Then Mike had a thought. What if the data blob WAS gibberish? What if it was a red herring?

Continuing that hypothesis, Mike explored the rest of the thumb drive. It was empty. The data blob was the only file on the drive. Otherwise, the drive had random 1s and 0s, just like the empty space on any other thumb drive. 

Having another thought, Mike ignored the data blob and concentrated on the empty space. Were the 1s and 0s really random? Mike ran a series of mathematical analyses against the 1s and 0s. Eventually a pattern emerged. There wasn't a lot there. In fact, it was just one word. But the one word sent a chill down his spine.

Colonel Banks had given Mike a secure number. Mike called it. "It says Brussels," he said.

"What?" Colonel Banks said, not understanding.

"The thumb drive," Mike said urgently. "It says Brussels."

It took Banks only a moment. "Fuck," he said. Then he hung up the phone and was gone.

Mike stared at the thumb drive. He had no idea where it came from, who it came from. But Mike listened to the news. There was a G8 meeting the next day, and the Vice President would be there. The meeting was going to be in Brussels. Was there going to be a terrorist attack tomorrow in Brussels?

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"Are you okay?" Leo asked Jen as she walked in. "You're limping. Did you hurt your leg?"

"Oh, um, it's nothing," Jen said. She still wasn't walking right since getting fucked so hard by Will that weekend. She couldn't tell Leo that of course. She hoped she wasn't blushing. 

Still, thinking about the party made her pussy tingle. It'd been incredibly exciting, getting fucked so good and cumming with so many hunky men watching. She'd been this close to calling for another man to fuck her after Will. That's how horny she'd been. But she didn't do it because of Mike. Unlike things she'd done in the past, she didn't want to get so out of control that he'd get bad upset.

She wasn't sure if she wanted to go to another party. She needed to talk to Mike. No matter what, the party reminded her how much she craved sex. She'd been insatiable during parts of her life, and she felt like their recent game playing had flicked that "nympho" button back on inside her. The way she was feeling now, it was like the way it'd been with Ricky and Scott, Alec and Jamie. Right now she thought about sex all the time, she was horny all the time, she couldn't get enough.

Jen sat down with Leo and Deidre and they worked on Jasmine's image campaign. After a while a staffer poked his head in. "Leo, you wanted to know when the Ringer got here?" the staffer said.

"Oh yes, great," Leo said.

"The Ringer?" Jen asked.

Leo grinned. "That's what we call Jasmine's finance manager. He's amazing at fund raising, we're running laps around the other candidates. I thought you should meet him. You'll be working with him. We'll need to coordinate Jasmine's image campaign with the Ringer's fund raising. You might have heard of him. He's from Boston too."

"Oh," Jen said, trying to catch up. Then her mouth opened in surprise when the Ringer walked into the room.

"Jenny Johnson, it's been a long time," the Ringer said, smiling at Jen.

"Oh my god," Jen said shocked. "Mr. Tower."



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 13



Author's note: It's funny how readers who are not into the cuckold fantasy read this story and say I'm taking the C stuff too far, how terrible Jen is to Mike, how Mike needs to stand up for himself. And then other readers (often through PMs) say I'm not going far enough, how Jen really needs to cuck Mike and how he just needs to bend over and take it. As I've said before, I enjoy getting all comments. I find the different points of view interesting.

In some of my earlier stories, I drifted too far to the extreme and wrote myself into a corner. As I've mentioned before, with this series I've tried to be as realistic as possible, asking myself what the real Mike and Jen would do given the situations they find themselves in. I'm Mike so that's fairly easier. It's harder with my wife Jen, but since I know her really well I think I can project pretty good (by the way, someone asked via PM if Mike and Jen are our real names; the answer, as you may have guessed, is no). 

When I write I let the characters talk. I've heard real writers say that before, and I was surprised as anyone when it really happened. The characters talk as I write. If I write something that's wrong, it bothers me so I rewrite until it feels right for that character.

Some people have asked for clues on what happens next. The problem is, I don't know yet. I know how the story ends. But I'm not certain of everything that happens getting there, as it depends on the characters. Will Jen put Mike in a cage? Will she deprive him of sex? Will they experiment with pregnancy again? I think I know, but even I'm not certain until we get to those points of the story. I do know what the ending is, and why I'm calling the next story Sabbatical. But that's about all I know for sure.

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Cheating and Rivals - Part 13

[This chapter continues Book 2: Rivals]

Later that night Mike and Jen were in bed, after putting Anna down. Jen was in her new white nighty, on her back, her legs open for her husband. "You're still swollen," Mike said as he lay between her legs, gently fingering her pussy lips.

"I'm still sore," Jen said. "Will fucked me really hard."

"You liked it though," Mike said with a kiss to her clit.

Jen shuddered as Mike kissed her ultra-sensitive bud. "You know I like it that way," she said.

"You wanted Deshawn," Mike said, more statement than question.

"You know I'm not into black guys," Jen said. "Anyway, it's too complicated with Stacy and Jim."

"But you wanted him," Mike said, gently stroking between her pussy lips.

"Are you going to tease me all night?" Jen said with a frustrated laugh.

"Tell me," Mike said.

"Yeah, I wanted Deshawn," Jen admitted. "I thought you might get upset." When Mike didn't say anything, she asked "Would you have gotten upset?" 

"I don't know," Mike said honestly. "Maybe not bad upset."

Jen sensed her husband was conflicted about the party. He was like that with his C fantasies. Changing the subject, she smiled and said "Is my pussy still pretty?"

Mike gazed at his wife's pussy. The lips were still red and swollen, and they gaped a little, but it was still so pretty and sexy. It was like a teenager's pussy (although at the moment it looked well used). "It's beautiful," he gushed. He went down on his wife, gently licking her to orgasm.

"God that was so good," Jen gushed, panting and aglow from the wonderful orgasm Mike just gave her. "I so needed that."

"Still hot from the party?" Mike joked with a grin.

"I guess," Jen admitted with a giggle. She reached down to Mike's cock. He was rock hard of course. "Time to give something to this big guy."

"But I'm not big," Mike said referring to their play in the taxi.

"Baby you know I was teasing," Jen said earnestly. She reached into Mike's shorts and wrapped her hand around his shaft. "Yours will always be my favorite one."

Mike only partially believed his wife. But he didn't hold it against her; that was the point of the game after all. "I need to tell you something," he said. He moved up the bed so he was next to her. 

"What?" Jen asked.

"This arrived the other day," Mike said, handing Jen the results of the paternity test.

"Oh," Jen said, reading the test results and seeing that Drums was Anna's biological father. They were silent for long moments.

The test was a reminder that Jen had let another man get her pregnant. Jen knew that. "I'm sorry," she said to Mike, waves of guilty and remorse hitting her.

"I'm not," Mike said, reading her melancholy mood. "We have Anna."

Suddenly Jen started crying. Mike pulled her into his arms. "It's okay. We have Anna. I wouldn't change anything."

"I know," Jen said between sobs. "I'm so bad."

"You're not honey," Mike assured her. "I understand what happened."

"It's just ... what I did to you," Jen said still sobbing. "And Joe ..."

"What about Joe?" Mike asked. He held her as she continued sobbing. Finally she calmed down. He asked again "What about Joe?"

"I don't know," Jen said tears still flowing down her cheeks. "I guess, I hoped it would be Joe. I knew it wasn't. All the chemo. But I hoped."

Mike's fears and insecurities about his brother rose to the surface. He had to know. "Because you loved Joe?" he asked.

"Of course I loved Joe," Jen said. "If Anna was Joe's ... it would be like he was still here with us."

"Yeah," Mike said, feeling like Jen had stuck a knife in his heart.

Jen heard something strange in Mike's voice. She looked at him. He looked anxious, hurt. "What's wrong baby?" she asked.

"Can I asked you something?" Mike said. When Jen nodded he asked "If Joe was still with us. If Anna was his baby. Would you -." 

Jen interrupted him. "You mean if Joe was the biological father. Anna is your baby."

"You just said if Anna was Joe's," Mike pointed out.

Jen gave him a frown. "You know what I meant," she said.

"Okay, well ... my question is, would you sleep with Joe?"

Jen saw where this was going. She gave Mike a sly smile. "Is that what you would want?"

"You always had a crush on Joe," Mike said.

"Not really," Jen said, giving her husband a quizzical look. "We flirted sometimes ..."

"You just said you loved him," Mike said.

"Baby, of course I loved him, he was my brother," Jen said. "He was your brother. I love you, so I want to be close to your family. For you."

"Okay," Mike said, although he didn't seem convinced.

Jen straddled Mike's lap. She took his head in her hands and frowned at him. "Baby, what is going on in this head of yours?" she asked. "Okay, if you wanted me too, I would've had sex with Joe. But it would've been pity fucks, that's all."

Mike's eyes widened at how Jen's comment so closely followed his fantasy. He said "It might start as pity fucks."

"What?" 

"I don't know," Mike admitted, feeling foolish. "The game. Sometimes it takes me to bad places."

"You need to stop fretting about it baby," Jen said. "I love you." She kissed him tenderly. "Okay?"

"Okay," Mike said, forcing a grin. He felt better, but it was one of those things he'd never know. That was probably a good thing, but it also left things unresolved.

"You'll be okay, if we keep playing the game?" Jen asked wrapping her arms around his neck and looking into his eyes.

Mike was hard. Despite his mixed feelings sometimes, he definitely wanted to keep playing. Even the bad things, like his recent paranoia about Joe, got him hot. The doubt and angst hurt but were so delicious too. He was addicted to their game. 

"Yeah," Mike said. He reached between them, unzipping his pants and pulling out his cock. "You're too sore?"

"I'm okay," Jen said, knowing her husband needed release. She reached down and took his cock. She gently slid down onto him.

"How do I feel?" she asked.

"You feel incredible!" Mike gushed.

"Not loose?" Jen said with a giggle, remembering their pillow talk in the cab.

"You're not as tight as usual," Mike said. "You're always that way, after being with someone."

Jen slowly rocked up and down on her husband. "Does that get you upset?" she asked with a kiss to his lips. 

"Yeah. Good upset," Mike said. "It turns me on."

They made out as Jen continued rocking on him. Mike reached under the white nighty and fondled her breasts. 

Panting, Mike said "You want to keep playing?"

"Yeah," Jen said, panting too. She was grinding on Mike's cock, rubbing his shaft against her clit.

"You want to go to another party?" he asked.

"Maybe," Jen said, feeling an orgasm approach. She knew Mike was close too. "Can you hold off? I'm also there."

"I think so," Mike said. "Would you fuck Deshawn?" he asked, returning to their earlier conversation.

"Not Deshawn, he's Stacy's," Jen said. "Maybe another black guy."

"Are you into black guys now?" Mike asked.

"No, I just want to try one," Jen said. 

"You talk about them like meat."

"How do you think they see me?" Jen said with a giggle.

Jen's comment made Mike feel better. She saw it as just sex. "You want just one?" he joked with a grin.

Jen gave him a sly smile back. "Is that what you want baby?" she teased. She was riding him harder now. "To see me gangbanged by black men?"

"Maybe," Mike said.

"If we go to another party it might happen," Jen said.

"I know," Mike said. They kissed and fondled again, more urgently now. Then they both came.

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A couple weeks later, Jen met with Leo, Deidre and Frank Tower about coordinating Jasmine's image campaign and fund raising. Afterwards Frank invited Jen for a drink to catch up. Jen had a white wine while Frank ordered tequila.

"How's Sophie?" Jen asked. "God I haven't talked to her for forever, since her shower." (See Making It Work - Part 2)

"She's good," Frank said with a tight smile. "She and Paul have 2. They live in Houston. She's got her own life now. I don't see her often."

"Oh," Jen said feeling bad for him. "I'm sorry Mr. Tower."

"Frank remember?" he said with a smile. "I'm happy for Sophie. After her mother died ... I'm happy she has Paul and the kids."

"I heard about Mrs. Tower," Jen said. Frank's wife had died of cancer a couple years ago. She reached over and squeezed his hand. "I'm so sorry."

"I wasn't the best husband," Frank admitted. "But I think I made Sally happy."

"I'm sure you did," Jen assured him. "You always seemed so happy together."

Frank gave Jen a thankful smile. "So what about you? Marketing star. Married to Mike Andrews, the brilliant inventor of Sapphire and misunderstood patriot." He chuckled. "You've been busy since high school."

"I guess," Jen said with a laugh back.

"And you have a daughter I hear," Frank added with a smile.

"Yes, Anna, she's wonderful," Jen gushed.

Their drinks were empty. "Another one?" Frank asked, hailing the waiter. 

"Maybe one more," Jen said. She needed to get home and didn't want to be tipsy. But she was enjoying talking to Frank. Growing up, Mr. Tower always seemed larger than life. Rich, powerful, huge mansion, vacation homes all over the world, expensive cars. Yet now Frank was treating her like an adult, an equal. She was enjoying talking to him.

The waiter arrived. Frank said "Another 4 Copas Blanco for me. Jenny, another white wine?"

"Yes, thanks," Jen said. "I go by Jen now."

"Oh right, sorry," Frank said. Smiling, he gave her an appraising look. "You look wonderful Jen. What are you, 29 now, the same age as Sophie? You look better now than in high school."

"Well, thanks," Jen said, brushing her hair behind her ear and shyly looking down. Frank took the opportunity to give Jen a long look up and down. Jenny still had the fresh face of a teenager and the petite body of a ballerina. The same beautiful face and blonde hair (Frank preferred brunettes but there was no denying the beauty of Jen's long lush blonde hair). Better yet, she'd added a few sexy curves in her ass and hips. And she still had those long incredible legs.

Jen felt Frank looking at her. Without even thinking, she subtlety adjusted in her chair, causing her skirt to hike up a little, revealing more of her legs to his eyes. She couldn't help it, she loved flirting. The fact this was MISTER TOWER - the richest and most power man she knew growing up - made it even more fun and exciting.

Their drinks arrived. Jen watched as Frank took a sip of the tequila. "I've only ever had tequila in margaritas or shots with lime," she said with a laugh.

Frank smiled at her. "This is white organic tequila, estate grown blue agave. It's very smooth. Want to try?"

"Sure," Jen said, not knowing what all those words meant but thinking it sounded impressive. She took the glass from Frank and took a sip. "Wow, it is smooth," she said, impressed.

"Taste the hint of pepper?"

Jen took another sip and concentrated. Her eyes went wide. "Oh my god yes," she said, surprised at the tequila's subtle nuances. "I never knew tequila was so good."

They talked for a little longer, then Jen said she had to get home. "You know, we barely knew each other before," Frank told her with a smile. "I've enjoyed this."

"Me too, definitely," Jen said, smiling back. "I guess we'll be working together." 

"Yes, I guess we will," Frank said. "Can I be candid? Jasmine's not my favorite person. I'm helping as a favor to her father." Frank chuckled. "He's not my favorite person either. But he's a good business partner. I've made a lot of money with him over the years."

"Oh," Jen said, suddenly liking Frank even more (once again proving the axiom true, the enemy of my enemy is my friend). "I can't stand her."

Frank grinned. "You'll have to tell me sometime how she roped you in. Jas has a way of doing that. Anyway, what I want to say is, now with you here, I'm actually looking forward to working on Jasmine's campaign."

Jen opened her mouth in surprise. She'd never felt so flattered. "God Mr. Tower - I mean Frank - that's so nice," she sputtered out.

Frank gave her a big smile. They hugged goodbye. Frank hugged her close to him, probably closer and longer than appropriate. Jen let him. Always the flirt, she reached up on her tiptoes and gave him a peck goodbye, letting her soft lips linger a moment on his cheek. They shared another silent moment smiling at each other. Then Jen caught a cab home.

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"You won't believe who's working on Jasmine's campaign," Jen told Mike later that night after putting Anna down to bed. "Frank Tower. Sophie's dad. You remember, my friend from high school? She was one of my bridesmaids. He chairs Jasmine's finance committee." 

"You still talk to Sophie?" Mike asked.

"Just on Facebook sometimes," Jen said with a shrug. "We kind of lost touch. I guess she moved to Houston. Frank doesn't see her either." Jen giggled. "It's weird calling him Frank. I keep calling him Mr. Tower, I can't help it."

Mike slowly nodded, looking at his wife. "Have I met him?"

Jen tried to remember. "I don't think so. He wasn't at our wedding. Anyway, I'll be working with him. Kind of weird working with a friend's dad." She giggled again. Mike thought she was starting to sound like a silly school girl. "Anyway, you will. Frank invited us to a basketball party at his house next weekend."

"You accepted without asking me?" Mike asked.

"Oh, I'm sorry baby," Jen said rubbing his arm. "I thought you'd want to go. Frank always had the best sports parties growing up. You know, Superbowl, Final Four. He's having a playoffs party with, um, Cleveland and San Francisco."

"Golden State," Mike corrected her. "The series might be over by next weekend."

"Yeah," Jen said. "Frank said we'd watch the women's soccer World Cup then. He said that might be a better game anyway."

Mike frowned. He noticed how Jen was suddenly saying "Frank said" a lot. It bothered him she accepted Frank's invitation without asking him first. 

Jen read her husband's mind. She knew he hated parties, especially where he didn't know anyone. He was shy and hated small talk. "I'm sorry baby," she said rubbing his bad leg. "I should have asked you first. A lot of Jasmine's staff will be there. I guess I want to get to know them better, since I'll be working with them."

"You've changed your mind about Jasmine, you want to work on her campaign?" Mike asked gently, knowing Jasmine Kelly was a sensitive topic with his wife. "Now that I'm consulting with the government, we don't need her as a backup anymore."

"I know," Jen said, still rubbing Mike's bad leg. "I don't like being around Jasmine. Just like you wouldn't like being around Clint, right?"

"Yeah," Mike agreed.

"It's more like, this is opening doors for me," Jen said. "Marketing for political candidates, it could lead to things, like movie stars and sports. Also, politics are interesting." Then she admitted through gritted teeth, "Jasmine's positions don't suck." As if wanting to get that bad taste out of her mouth, she said "And they're paying me a lot. Now I understand why they have so much money. Frank is a freaking awesome business man."

Mike nodded slowly, taking this all in. Jen's words "Frank is a freaking awesome business man" rang in his ears.

Jen was still rubbing Mike's bad leg, working on the kinks. "Are you doing your stretches and exercises honey?" she asked.

"Yeah, I try to," Mike said.

"You have to baby," Jen urged him, her fingers digging deeper into his thigh muscles. She did this a lot, massaging him. Mike's leg probably would never be like before the accident. (See Consequences - Part 7) He still walked with a slight limp. But regular exercise and stretching would limit the pain and stiffness and prevent it from becoming chronic.

Mike took Jen's hand from his leg and kissed it. "How old is Frank?" he asked.

"How old?" Jen said. She thought about it. She remembered Sophie saying her parents had married young. "I don't know. Early 50s?"

Early 50s. Mike knew his wife had a thing for older men. Like Clint and Mr. Hayden (her high school history teacher). Jen had been naughty in high school. During a break in her relationship with Colin, she'd had a brief affair with Mr. Hayden. Had she done that with anyone else?

"Did anything happened between you and Frank in high school?" Mike asked.

A smile came to Jen's face. She'd known once she started talking about Frank Mike would want to play. She said "Well -."

"Wait," Mike said, putting a finger to Jen's lips. "Let's get ready for bed. Put on the nightie okay?"

"Of course baby, I always wear the nightie," Jen said.

"I know. I like seeing you in it."

In their bedroom, Mike watched as his wife undressed and put on the white nightie. He definitely liked seeing her in it. The nightie was short, not even reaching her mid-thigh. She looked really leggy in it and he loved that.

Normally Jen would wear comfy VS cotton panties to bed under the nightie. But she knew they were going to play, so she didn't bother. Knowing Mike was watching, she took her time brushing her long blonde hair to a silky luster. Then she put on red lipstick that made her lips look wet.

Jen picked up a bottle of moisturizer. She always used moisturizer in the morning and evening to keep her skin soft and youthful looking. "I'll do that honey," Mike offered.

"Okay," Jen said with a smile. She never passed up a massage!

Mike poured lotion onto his hands. Like a good husband, he rubbed his palms together to warm the lotion. He started on his wife's arms then moved to her legs. He rubbed up and down, going beyond just applying lotion. He gave her a massage, working his palms and finger tips into the muscles of her toned shapely legs. 

Jen's legs were amazing. So long and shapely. Toned like a dancer's. Her skin so smooth and perfect she looked air brushed. 

Jen moaned as Mike rubbed her. She could tell he was worshipping her legs, her body. She loved when he devoted all his attention on her (well, she liked it when any guy did that, but Mike was special of course). Also Mike was teasing her, scraping his nails behind her knees, lightly tickling the soles of her feet, getting close to but not touching her clit. Her husband wasn't the best lover. But knowing her body so well, he could always turn her on. (It wasn't the turning on part that Mike lacked. It was finishing her off. Jen craved getting fucked hard and dirty like a slutty whore. Mike didn't have the personality for that. Also, he was too small, and didn't have the muscular body to pound her into the bed. But that didn't mean she didn't love when he made love to her. She just needed more sometimes. That was the whole thing about their game.)




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 13



Mike saw Jen's nipples harden and dent the thin cotton fabric of the nightie. He warmed more lotion in his hands, then worked under the nightie, rubbing her flat tummy and small breasts.

"Tell me about Frank," he said, tracing circles around her nipples with his fingertips.

"Mike I can't concentrate if you do that," she said with a laugh.

Mike grinned. "Tell me," he said thumbing her nipples.

Jen arched her back at his touch. "Jerk," she said with a gasp. "It wasn't much. I was a senior. A party at his house. He was drunk. He gave me champagne. He kind of hit on me."

"Kind of?" Mike prompted.

"He was drunk," Jen said. "I was flirting with him."

"That's all?" Mike asked disappointed.

"Sorry baby," Jen said with a laugh, hearing his disappointment. "I was going with Colin then."

"Is he handsome?" Mike asked. 

"Colin?"

"Frank," Mike said with a grin.

"Yeah he is," Jen said. Wanting to give her husband an image, she said "Distinguished handsome. Like Clint. Instead of handsome handsome. Like Scott." Mike didn't like it when she mentioned Clint. But Jen knew it was okay since they were playing the game.

"Okay," Mike said, his heart pounding and finding it hard to breathe.

"You like that baby?" she teased with a smile. When playing the game, she knew it turned him on when she talked about her old lovers. 

"Yeah," Mike said this throat hoarse from excitement. "Did you flirt with Frank today?"

Mike was still working her nipples. Also, he'd begun rubbing her clit with his other hand. "Are you close to cumming?" she asked him. "If I get on top, can you hold off?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said honestly. "I'll try."

Jen pushed Mike onto his back. She pulled off his boxes. Whipping off the white nightie, she straddled his legs. Taking his cock into her hand she guided him into her. "Yeah, I flirted with Frank today," she said as she slowly rocked on her husband's cock.

"What'd you do?" 

"I showed him my legs," she said with a sly smile. "And let him hug me."

"He hugged you?"

"When we said bye."

Mike nodded, imagining his wife letting the older man press his body against hers. "Do you want to fuck him?"

"He's my friend's dad," Jen pointed out, still moving up and down on his shaft.

"That's hot," Mike said.

"Mike you're so bad," Jen said with a laugh. 

"You don't talk to Sophie anymore," Mike pointed out.

"Still," Jen said. "Anyway, this is a new business for me. I don't want to mess it up by sleeping around."

"Frank won't say anything," Mike pointed out. 

Jen thought about it. Mike was probably right, Frank would have as much to lose as her, probably more. The possibility of fucking Frank Tower sent a chill through her. The fact Frank was Sophie's father made the prospect even naughtier. "I'm hot all the time Mike," she said, grinding on his cock, wanting to cum. "I feel like I'm a nympho again."

"I like you that way," Mike said encouragingly. "I like when you're so sensual."

Jen laughed. Mike said "sensual," anyone else would say "slutty." Then her face turned serious. She felt herself getting close to the edge. She usually didn't cum this fast with Mike, she normally had to work harder. Flirting with Mr. Tower must've gotten her hotter than she realized. "Oh god, baby," Jen moaned, rolling her head back as her orgasm washed over her.

It was an okay orgasm. Not spectacular, but okay. Jen realized Mike was looking at her. He'd seen her cum with other men. He'd seen her have mind-blowing orgasms, he'd seen her scream and thrash around. He knew the difference between the orgasms he gave her and the ones she got from other men.

Jen didn't try to lie to him. Rather, she leaned over, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you baby," she told him.

"Are you still horny?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Jen said.

"But you are," Mike pressed.

"You know me," Jen said with a shrug. "I'm a nympho."

"Tell me about Frank," he said.

"I guess I had a crush on him in high school," Jen said. "All the girls did. They had the biggest house, the nicest cars. I spent a week at their house at the Shore once, it was freaking amazing. Frank's handsome, he was always nice to me. So yeah, I guess I had a crush on him."

"Would you have fucked him?" Mike asked.

Jen continued to slowly rock on her husband's cock. She realized he HAD lasted until after she came. He was better at that now since they got back together, lasting longer, holding off until she came. He was so sweet. Feeling so much affection for him, she leaned over and kissed him again.

"What was that for?" Mike asked.

"Because I love you," Jen said smiling into his eyes.

"Would you have fucked Frank? Mike asked again.

Jen smiled. It was funny how Mike's desire to see her fuck other men interrupted even their most intimate moments as a married couple. Or maybe that's what he wanted? When she was feeling the most affection for him, he still wanted her thinking about letting other men have her.

She thought about Mike's question. She'd fucked Mr. Hayden, so she certainly wasn't an angel. "If I wasn't so obsessed with Colin? If I thought Sophie and her mother wouldn't find out? Yeah, probably. If he wanted me."

"He wants you," Mike said. "You could seduce him if you wanted."

"Yeah, I could," Jen agreed. She wasn't being boastful. But she knew the effect she had on men. 

"You can fuck Frank if you want," Mike said, giving her permission. "You have a free pass, you fuck anyone you want. Just tell me about it."

Jen looked into her husband's eyes. "I'll never keep anything from you again," she promised. She kissed him. Then she giggled, remembering their recent cheating games. "Unless you want me to."

Mike grinned. But his smile was contorted because he was close to cumming. "Do you need more honey?" he asked as his orgasm approached. "Do you want to call a guy to come over?"

"Not tonight honey I've got to work early tomorrow," she said.

"But you need more right?" he pressed.

Jen knew Mike wanted the truth, he didn't want her to sugar coat it. She hugged him and kissed his lips, then kissed down his cheek to his ear. "Yeah, I'd love a big cock right now," she whispered into his ear. "But not now baby, I have to get up early."

"This weekend," Mike offered.

Jen would love to play this weekend. She had a major itch that needed scratched. But they had Frank's party. "What ifs" went through her head and they made her shudder. "Yeah, this weekend," she whispered sultrily, flicking her tongue in her husband's ear. Mike came moments later.

********

As Mike and Jen were making love, Stacy got her period. "Damn," she said to herself. She went to tell Jim.

"I'm sorry honey," Jim said, just as disappointed as his wife. "But it's just the first try with Deshawn."

"But it was perfect timing," Stacy said, pouting. She'd been at her most fertile the night of the party (the one they went to with Mike and Jen). Deshawn had cum a lot inside her. Why wasn't she pregnant?

"I know," Jim said gloomily. "Maybe it's Deshawn."

"No, D told us, he shown us pictures," Stacy insisted.

"Yeah," Jim agreed. That evening when they first met Deshawn had been so hot (before meeting in person they corresponded via email and texts). Deshawn showed them pictures of white wives he'd bred. There were 3, all pretty white wives. Deshawn had before, during and after pictures of the wives. Before pregnancy, during and after giving birth. They included casual shots of the wives (with and without their husbands) as well as pictures of getting fucked by Deshawn. The pictures were labeled. Some of them said: 

"The night we met" (Deshawn fucking wife #1)

"He likes helping me out" (Husband of wife #2 guiding Deshawn's cock into his wife's pussy)

"She goes off the pill" (Wife #3 smiling into the camera as she tosses her birth control pills into the trash)

"No more condoms with this wife" (Wife #1 pulling the condom off Deshawn's cock before he enters her again)

"She's falling in love with me" (Wife #2 tenderly kissing Deshawn as he's on top fucking her)

"She gets me hard so I'll fuck her again" (Wife #1 licking Deshawn's asshole)

"Nice ring" (Wife #3 desperately clutching Deshawn's muscular arm as he fucks the shit out of her; the diamonds of her wedding and engagement rings sparkle with the flash of the camera)

"The night I bred her" (Deshawn smirking into the camera as he holds wife #2's legs open, her pussy gaping open and thick cum leaking out)

There were also pictures of the wives holding their new babies. Some with their husbands, some with Deshawn. There were more pictures of Deshawn fucking the new mothers (it was easy to tell these were "after" pictures as all the white wives had gained weight during their pregnancies and their breasts were bigger from the milk they carried).

There was no doubt the babies were half black. The pictures were numbered. Baby #3, Baby #5, Baby #8. Deshawn had fathered other babies but the mothers weren't white wives so he didn't keep pictures. (Two of the other babies had black mothers; the other 4 had white mothers but they were single, not married. "Shit happens," Deshawn had said with a grin.) Deshawn told them Stacy's baby would be his 10th.

Deshawn called it his "Black Bull Resume." Jim couldn't wait until the dominant black man added his wife to the book. 

But Jim pushed these memories out of his head. He didn't want to get hard, because that would hurt in his cage.

"Maybe it's me," Stacy said with what sounded like a sob. 

"It's not you honey," Jim assured her. "We have Dannika."

"But maybe something's happened to me," Stacy said feeling like she was about to cry. She had girlfriends whose bodies changed after giving birth, making it hard to get pregnant again.

"Come on honey, don't think that way, it's too early for that," Jim assured her. "We've only tried once with Deshawn. You and Deshawn can try another position next time." When Deshawn had cum, they'd been in the missionary position. Most people thought missionary was best for conception, but that wasn't true. There were better positions to get pregnant, like the Cat and Sissors positions. 

"You're right," Stacy said. But she knew she didn't have much time with Deshawn. A beautiful man like Deshawn was in high demand. Yes, right now she had Deshawn's attention but it wouldn't last forever. She wished she was as pretty as Jennifer Andrews, she might keep Deshawn forever; but she knew she wasn't. Eventually Deshawn would tire of her and move on to other white girls. Of course, things might be different if she got pregnant with Deshawn's baby. Because of that Stacy felt a sense of urgency.

Jim moved closer to his wife. He nuzzled her neck and cupped her breast. "Honey this talk is getting me hot," he said working on the zipper of her dress. "Can you let me out of my cage? I don't care you have your period, I'll clean up. Or a blow job ..."

"Not now honey," Stacy said pushing her husband's hands away. "You know I need to save myself for Deshawn. So my body's ready for him next time."

"But that's 4 weeks away," Jim complained. "And you'll be exclusive with Deshawn then." He felt jealous and hurt. It was always that way with cuckolds, their conflict of emotions.

Stacy inwardly sighed. She couldn't deal with Jim right now. She had enough to worry about with Deshawn. Somehow she had to convince the black man to abstain from sex until her next fertile period, to increase their chances of conception. That wasn't going to be easy with a man like Deshawn. She had to concentrate on how to do that. She didn't have time to deal with her husband's insecurities.

"Honey, why don't we do what we did last time?" Stacy suggested, referring to how they dealt with Jim's sexual needs before when she'd been with Darren. For about a month she'd given herself exclusively to Darren. At the beginning she let Jim continue to fuck her (with a condom), but after a couple of times she cut him off, wanting to save her affections and passions for Darren to increase the chances of getting pregnant. 

Jim hadn't been able to handle being completely deprived of her affections and body. Her husband wasn't a true cuckold, there was some alpha in him (after all, he'd been a bull earlier in life). 

They solved the problem by getting Jim a fuck buddy. It hadn't been hard to find a willing girl. Jim was handsome, had a good body, and had a decent size cock for a white man (around 7 inches). Stacy didn't care if Jim fucked other girls. She kept him in a cage because it was fun, but she wasn't possessive of Jim the way Jen was of Mike.

"You mean get a lover?" Jim asked suddenly interested.

"Yes," Stacy said, trying to be as sweet as possible. "Why don't you talk to Jen? I know you're attracted to her."

"Mike seemed to have a thing about me and Jen," Jim said doubtfully. He'd love to fuck Jen but Mike was his friend, he didn't want to get him mad.

"Honey, Mike is a cuck, a closet sub," Stacy said. "You know how sub cucks are, they say no but mean yes. Besides, he owes us. We've let him watch me. And, I've offered myself to him, at least twice. If he's a real friend he'll help us and share Jen." 

Stacy pulled down Jim's pants. She got the key from her bag and unlocked the cage. Then she carefully took the cage off her husband's cock. He instantly got hard. "Come on Stacy, just a hand job," Jim pleaded, lunging forward to try to push his cock into his wife's hand.

"No Jim I'm saving myself for Deshawn," Stacy said with a giggle. "Your cage is off. Go talk to Jen."

*********************

Mike was at home playing with Anna when his iPhone rang. "Hello?" he said.

"Mike, I'm sending you a website address," a voice said. It was Colonel Banks.

"What happened in Brussels?" Mike asked.

"Don't you watch the news?" Banks said.

Mike did keep up with the news, especially lately, especially about Brussels. The G8 meeting had been "postponed." The official excuse had been unexpected fluctuations of the dollar and Euro that required rethinking of certain policy initiatives.

"I want to know what happened," Mike insisted.

Banks frowned into the phone. He didn't like having to explain to subordinates. But he needed more from Mike. "We had leads of 3 potential targets," Banks said. "The House Speaker, Secretary of State, and VP. Your information confirmed the target."  

Banks paused to let that sink in. Then he started again. "I'm sending you the URL of a website," he said. "I need you to hack in."

Before Mike had a chance to respond, Banks said "And Mike. Don't get caught."

***************************

Jen was in her office furiously working to catch up. She was coming to enjoy working with Leo and Deidre (and Frank was an interesting twist as her pillow talk with Mike proved) - and she hadn't had to interact with Jasmine at all, which was key - but it got her behind with her core clients. Her partners enjoyed the money Jasmine's campaign was adding to their coffers, but most of the revenue still came from Google, Memphis and Kelloggs, as well as a few other keystone clients.

Jen's intern Biff hesitantly poked his head into her office. "Ah, Ms. Andrews?" Biff said. "You have a visitor. Someone named Jim."

Jen watched as Biff walked away. He was only 19, a college student, an intern. It was only a semester gig, he'd be leaving soon. She'd miss him. He was bright, a little shy, and sooo cute. And what a nice ass.

Jen walked out to the reception area. "Oh," she said surprised. It was Jim, Mike's friend and Stacy's husband. "Jim, what a surprise."

"I was hoping to talk to you," Jim said smiling at her. "Can I buy you lunch?"

Jen looked at her watch. To her surprise it was way past noon. She realized she was hungry. She still had a pile of work to do, but she had to eat sometime. "Okay," she told Jim.

They went to a deli down the street from Jen's office. Jen ordered a mixed salad and Jim got a pastrami sandwich. Jen felt uncomfortable being alone with Jim. He was little more than a stranger, but they'd shared a lot. It was a peculiar combination. It would've been different if Mike or Stacy had been there, but being alone with Jim felt weird.

"So I guess you're wondering why I'm here," Jim said.

"Well, yeah," Jen admitted with a laugh. "Are Stacy and Dannika okay?"

"Dannika's wonderful," Jim said lighting up at the mention of his daughter. "It's Stacy why I'm here."

"Is everything okay?" Jen asked suddenly concerned. She knew Jim and Stacy had gone through some rough patches in the past.

"We're good, better than good," Jim assured her. "This is about that. You know about Dannika right?"

"Yes," Jen said, correctly assuming he was talking about their pregnancy fantasies (and realities).

"We're doing that again," Jim said.

Jen nodded. She knew that too. Why was he telling her this? She felt uncomfortable not knowing where this was going.

Jim sensed Jen's unease. He said "I'll get to the point. When we do this, Stacy's exclusive with Deshawn. It'll probably last a month or two. Last time with Darren, Stacy let me take a lover."

Jen got it. "You're saying me?" she asked incredulously. 

Jim gave her a shrug and embarrassed smile, which answered her question.

"I mean, why do you need a lover?" Jen said flustered. "Isn't that part of it?"

"Being deprived?" Jim said. He flushed, embarrassed, as this was getting really personal. "Stacy and I started with swapping. We drifted into cuckolding, mostly because of the pregnancy fantasy. I'm not a true cuck like Mike. No offense, I'm don't mean to put him down. It's just, I can't deal with being cut off. Not just sexually, but emotionally too. That's what happens when Stacy gives herself to another man. It happened with Darren, and it'll happen again with Deshawn."

"So I'm your band aide," Jen said sarcastically. "You want to fuck me to tide you over."

"You make it sound so terrible," Jim said with a sheepish laugh. "You might enjoy it. I've never had any complaints."

Jen looked at Jim, as if for the first time. He was definitely cute. She found his Australian accent charming. From the way his clothes hung on him, she could tell he kept in shape. She remembered Stacy saying Jim used to be a bull. Looking at him, she definitely saw how that might be the case.

"Why me?" she asked.

"You're kidding right?" Jim said with a laugh. "Because you're a very beautiful, desirable girl. Isn't that enough?"

Jen frowned at him. "What does Stacy say?" she asked.

"She suggested you," Jim said candidly. "Jen, I'm not looking for a long term relationship. Maybe a little romance, I like that. But I'm no threat to Mike, he's my mate. I'm looking for fun without complications. Mike can watch, he can be part of it, I'm good with whatever you want."

Jen raised an eyebrow at Jim, intrigued. "Mike can be part of it?" 

"Sure," Jim said with a grin. "I'm bi. Or bi tendencies, I don't know." He laughed. "Stacy and I have done a lot of shit. What about you?"

"No comment," Jen said laughing back. But she was definitely intrigued. Jim was bi. Mike wasn't. She considered the possibilities.

"Casual sex among friends," Jim said grinning mischievously at her. "What could be more fun?"

"Um, maybe a game of Scrabble?" Jen joked, smiling back. She looked at Jim again. He was cute, definitely fuckable. And she had a longing between her legs. They were playing the game again, Mike had given her a free pass. Why not Jim? He was safe, he was cute, he was Mike's friend. And he was bi. The possibilities sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'll talk to Mike," she promised him.

"Brilliant," Jim said, giving her a big smile.

Jim walked Jen back to her office. Her iPhone rang as they arrived. It was her client Memphis. Jen walked into her office, forgetting all about Jim and entirely focused on the needs of her client. Unnoticed by her, Jim followed her in. He closed the door. As he did, he exchanged a look with Jen's intern Biff.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 13



Biff was in awe of Jen. He was a college sophomore, a communications major. His class had analyzed case studies of Jen's Google and Memphis campaigns. He thought she was brilliant, a marketing genius.

He hadn't been able to believe his good fortune when he was assigned as Jen's admin for his semester internship. That was especially true when he found out how beautiful she was. Brains and looks! She was gorgeous! Half the time he had a hard-on from being around her. Often after work he had to beat off to relieve the tension (he was between girlfriends so had to rely on his hand).

Biff had heard the gossip about Jen. He heard stories of an incredible pool party in Vegas. He heard rumors of Jen's affairs. The rumors only increased his wonder of her. She seemed so together, so confident. She knew she was talented and beautiful, so she did what she wanted. He was in awe of her.

Biff sensed something when Jim followed Jen into her office and closed the door. It was the look the 2 men exchanged. Trying to be a good admin, and envying Jim, Biff canceled Jen's afternoon appointments.

**********************

As she often did, Jen gazed out the window as she talked on the phone with the Memphis execs. She turned around as the call ended. "Oh," she said surprised seeing Jim there. "I thought you left."

"I wanted to say a proper goodbye," he said grinning at her.

"Oh okay," Jen said with a laugh. She gave him a hung. As she did she felt his erection pressing against her tummy. "Um ... you're not in a cage?"

"Stacy let me out," Jim said. "She knew I'd be seeing you and Mike."

Intrigued, Jen asked "How often does she let you out?"

"Just once since the party," Jim said. "And now."

"Seriously?" Jen asked surprised. The party had been weeks ago. He'd cum just once since then? 

Jen would never do that to Mike, deprive him that way. Also, she wanted her husband inside her. It was part of being married, part of being in love, that physical connection of being one.

"When do you think Mike will decide?" Jim asked. He looked desperate. Jen understood why, since he'd only been allowed a single orgasm since the party.

"It might happen tonight," Jen said knowing her husband. After all, last night Mike had offered to call a lover for her (who would he have called? Josh? Will?). Jen wouldn't mind playing the game tonight. The naughtiness of being Jim's sex toy while Stacy gave herself exclusively to Deshawn was getting to her. She'd already been craving a good fucking and now it was even worse. God she was a slut! But Mike loved her and wanted her this way, so she felt good about herself.

"Do you want to feel it? You wanted to at the party," Jim said with an eager grin.

Jen gave Jim a knowing look. She knew what he wanted. A quickie. She couldn't blame the poor boy.

Jen thought about it. She knew Mike would go for Jim's fuck buddy arrangement. Even more than her, the whole scenario would get Mike hot (Jim needing pity fucks because Stacy was depriving him to devote herself to another man). Also, it turned Mike on when she played with people they knew. Like Ricky (his college roommate), Scott and Tom (her co-workers), and Frankie (his fraternity brother). Knowing the man fucking her intensified the game for Mike. So Jen was certain Mike would approve of Jim.

But should she do something with Jim now, before Mike gave his okay? She didn't need Mike's okay before doing something with a guy. She had his hall pass. Doing something now with Jim would be kinda like cheating on Mike. She knew her husband got turned on when she "cheated" on him. She had to tell Mike after of course, but that was her plan anyway.

Also, she felt sorry for Jim. Only 1 orgasm since the party? The poor boy looked desperate.

There was also a good practical reason to get Jim off now. If they did play tonight (and she was sure Mike would want to), she didn't want Jim to cum too fast. She wanted to enjoy the fuck.

"Hmmm, let's see," Jen said with a sly smile, moving towards Jim. She reached down and cupped him. She gave his hard shaft a stroke. She said with a giggle "Definitely a penis in there."

"That's all I get?" Jim said frustrated when Jen took her hand away.

"You should be happy I did that," Jen teased. "Your wife's not giving you any." Jen had a big smile on her face. This was fun, she was getting into this game.

Jim sat down on the sofa. "Can I beat off looking at you?" he asked pleadingly. "Can you unbutton your blouse? Please?"

Jen had a slight smile on her face as she looked at Jim. He might have been a bull in the past, but now he was definitely full on cucky. He kind of sounded ... pathetic. Suddenly Jen saw Jim in a new light. Just minutes before, she kind of thought Jim was hot. She still thought that to a degree, after all he was cute and seemed to have a nice body. But now she didn't have as much respect for him. 

Jen thought about her husband. Mike was into the cuckold fantasy too. She knew a certain amount of humiliation and angst got him hot. But she never thought of him as less of a man, and certainly not pathetic. She had tons of respect for him. Mike was freaking brilliant, and the bravest man she knew. Her husband was a cuckold, but that didn't make her love or respect him any less.

But maybe she felt that way because Mike WAS her husband. How did other people see him? Well, she knew that right? The bottle blonde bitch Jasmine Kelly wanted Mike. So did Tara. So did other girls (Jen suspected). 

Then Jen had a thought. Was Mike a cuckold only with her, or with all girls? She suspected only her (as she couldn't imagine Jasmine Kelly having patience for that sort of thing). But if that was true, what was it about her that drove Mike to be a cuck?

"If you won't unbutton your blouse, can I see more of your legs?" 

Jim's question broke Jen from her reverie. "What?" she said.

"Can you raise your skirt Jen?" Jim asked again. "Please?"

God he was practically groveling. Jen looked at his crotch. His erection dented his pants. "Take it out," she said. "I want to see it."

Jim quickly took out his cock. Jen was impressed. It was a nice cock. Jim wasn't huge, but he might pass her old high school two hands & toilet roll tests. It surprised Jen. She'd assumed all cuckolds were small. Like Mike. 

Jim was shaved completely clean. His skin was noticeably dry and red (and flaking a little) at the based on his penis and around his balls. "What happened?" she asked.

"Stacy kept me in the cage too long," he said. 

"Oh sorry," Jen said. 

"You know what's worse?" Jim said. "If you're caged too long, you get smaller. I used to be bigger. About a half inch longer."

"You're kidding?" Jen said with a "seriously?" voice.

"I might get it back, once my cock is used to being free again," he said.

"You sound disappointed," Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"When I was a bull I wanted to be bigger," Jim said. "Now that I'm a cuck I -."

"Stop," Jen said laughing. "Take it from a girl's perspective, you want to be bigger."

Jim gave her a hesitant smile. "It's all fantasies you know," he said. "Otherwise I'm a normal guy."

Jen felt like she might have offended him. "I know that Jim," she assured him. She walked closer, giving him a grin as she kneed his legs apart. Then she got down on her knees between his legs. "I think you have a nice cock," she said taking him into her hands. She stroked him up and down.

"I'm bigger than Mike," Jim said.

"Yes you are," Jen agreed.

"Does he make you cum?"

"All the time," Jen said.

Jim looked sad. "Stacy hardly ever cums with me anymore," he said.

Jen felt sorry for him. "Maybe she's not trying hard enough," she said.

"Do you have to try with your lovers?" he asked.

Jen didn't feel like talking anymore. She concentrated on stroking him. She considered where to let him cum. He might cum a lot after being deprived so long and she didn't want to risk getting it on her, especially her hair and clothes (it was easy to wash her face).

Jim's breathing quicken. He was close to cumming. "Can you lick your hands?" he asked. "My skin's kind of dry after being caged."

"Problem solved," Jen thought. She said to Jim "I can do better than that." She pulled her hair to the side, then lowered her head and took him into her mouth. 

*****************

Mike was annoyed with Colonel Banks. He didn't like being ordered around. He also didn't like doing things without knowing the back story. Why did Banks want him to hack into the website? Who did it belong to? How did it threaten the security of the United States?

Whatever. Mike turned to the task at hand. The website turned out to be a challenge. Hacking in was relatively easy. Doing it without being noticed was a lot harder. It took the rest of the morning and most of the early afternoon. The fact Mike had to take care of Anna slowed things down, especially when the little girl had an accident in the bathroom (they were potty training her). "I wonder if James Bond has to deal with this," Mike muttered to himself as he cleaned up Anna's accident.

As afternoon became evening Mike called up Colonel Banks on the secure line. "I've got it," he said.

"What, already?" Banks said surprised. He said urgently "Email it to me."

"No," Mike said.

"What? No?" Banks growled on the phone.

"The URL is a company in France," Mike said. "France is our ally. How do I know this is legal?"

"Don't fuck with me Andrews!" Banks yelled. "This is important!"

"I hacked in faster than you thought," Mike said. "You have the time to explain it to me."

Banks was silent for a few moments, although Mike could practically sense the other man's glare on the other side of the phone. Finally Banks gave in and impatiently said, "Look, the French company is a front for ISIS. It's being used to funnel money to their satellite groups. If we hack in, we can try to follow the money to track them down."

Mike considered. Banks could be lying. But why would he waste time doing that? Also, while hacking in, Mike had noticed links between the company and Iraq and Syria. "I left a back door," he said. "I'll email instructions to you." 

Then Mike added, "Banks. Next time, I want a full briefing before, not after." He abruptly hung up the phone.

***************

Jen rushed home after work. She was so excited! Jim had cum gallons, she was barely able to swallow it all without soiling her blouse. 

Jen didn't mind swallowing cum. It turned her on actually, it was such a naughty submissive act. And Jim hadn't tasted bad.

Jim had felt good in her mouth too. Long but manageable. Thicker than expected. Jen couldn't wait to get his cock inside her pussy. He might be a cuckold, and a bit pathetic, but a nice cock was a nice cock and Jen needed it.

That's what she wanted! A good fucking! Jim's manhood was big enough to satisfy her, especially his girth. Even if he was a passive cuckold, Jen could get on top and ride him hard until she came. That's what she craved, the feeling of being full, and a massive orgasm!

Jen looked at her watch. 630. They'd put Anna down at 715. Talk to Mike to fill him in. That wouldn't take much time, she knew he would be up for it. Say 15 minutes. Call Jim, he taxies over. 8 o'clock. An hour and a half. In 90 minutes she'd be fucking Jim. She couldn't wait!

*********************

"What's got you so happy?" Mike asked his wife a little later. He was grinning. Jen had gotten home all smiles and looking excited.

"Later after we put Anna down," Jen said grinning. She leaned over and whispered "We might play the game tonight."

"What game mommy?" Anna said, the toddler hearing everything between her parents.

Mike's eyes went wide, suddenly excited. Keeping her eyes on him, Jen said to their baby, "A mommy-daddy game pumpkin."

After feeding Anna, they played games and then read stories until the baby fell asleep. Mike practically dragged Jen out of the nursery and into the living family. "What?" he asked excitedly.

Jen giggled. "You won't believe what happened today," she said excitedly. "Jim came to see me."

"Jim, as in Stacy and Jim?" Mike asked, suddenly wary. 

"Yes!" Jen said still excited. She didn't notice Mike's mood change. "You won't believe it. He wants to do me. And Stacy wants him to."

"What?" Mike snapped, getting angry. 

Jen didn't noticed Mike's anger, she assumed he was just excited. "Yeah! Stacy's focused on Deshawn, she's depriving Jim. So she let him out of his cage and said he could play with me." Jen edged towards her husband and gently squeezed his crotch. She teased "Jim's kinda big too. He's bigger than you baby."

"What did you do with him?!" Mike shouted angrily. He was so loud it was a miracle he didn't wake up Anna.

"What?" Jen said, finally realizing something was wrong.

"What the fuck did you do with Jim?!" Mike hissed in a lower (but more dangerous) voice now. "Did you fuck him?!"

"Mike, what?" Jen said confused. "You said you wanted me to. You said I had a free pass."

"But not Jim!" Mike yelled glaring at her. He had his fists clenched. Jen noticed and was suddenly afraid. This was not like Mike at all. What was going on?

"But he's your friend," Jen said, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. She rubbed Mike's chest. "You like when I play with people we know. You say that all the time."

"But not Jim!" Mike repeated, suddenly gripping Jen's shoulders hard.

"Mike you're scaring me," Jen whined tears flowing down her cheeks now. "I don't understand, what did I do wrong?"

Jen started sobbing. Her crying seemed to break Mike out of his furious rage. Feeling numb he let her shoulders go. Jen immediately collapsed into his chest, gripping his shirt. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry," she said between tears. "I thought you'd like it."

"What did I do wrong?" she asked as she continued crying. "You wanted to play last night. You said I could. Jim's your friend. What did I do wrong?"

"Jim's a cuckold," Mike growled in a low voice. His fury was gone but he was still angry. "You can't be with him. I told you at the party."

"What?" Jen said not understanding. 

"When we were watching Stacy and Deshawn," Mike said angrily. "I told you Jim's not allowed to touch you." 

"Mike, baby, I'm sorry," Jen said calming down a little but her cheeks still wet from tears. "I'm sure you did but I don't remember."

"Don't you remember Jim touching you?" 

"I mean, kinda I guess, I don't know," she sputtered, telling the truth. So much had happened that night and Jim was not the man (men) she'd been focused on. "Mike baby, I'm sure you told me but I don't remember." She kissed his arm. "I'm so sorry baby."

Still not understanding, Jen gently asked "You're upset because Jim has fantasies like you?"

Mike hesitated. He didn't want to answer. It was too demeaning, too revealing of his insecurities. But he realized he had to explain or else this might happened again. "Jim's a cuck like me," he explained. "What if you like fucking him? What if you got infatuated with him? What would that say about me?"

Jen nodded slowly, processing this. She was beginning to understand. Her physical attraction to gorgeous, well-endowed alpha guys was one thing. Mike could understand why she would prefer "real men" like that over him. But all that didn't work with a cuckold like Jim.

Jen marveled at the subtleties of Mike's fantasies. What turned him on, what didn't, and how a slight change this way or that could turned things from one to the other. But maybe everyone was like that. Take herself. She was physically attracted to men she knew weren't good for her. How fucked up was that?

"I understand now baby," Jen said. She kissed him. "I'm sorry." She kissed him again. "I won't do it again." She kissed him yet again.

"Did you fuck him?" Mike asked, his emotions still raw.

"No, I ..."

"What?!" Mike growled.

Jen buried her head in Mike's chest. She whispered "I went down on him."

"He came in your mouth?" Mike said glaring at her. "You swallowed it?"

Jen hesitated. "... yes," she admitted.

"Take off your clothes," he demanded.

"What?" 

"Take off your fucking clothes!" he repeated angrily.

Jen quickly stripped. "Should I leave the stockings on?" she asked meekly.

"All of it!" Mike said with a glare. Jen quickly took off her high heels and peeled off her stockings.

Mike pulled Jen into their bedroom and pushed her onto the bed. He impaled her in a single thrust. He fucked her hard and fast. "You're mine!" he said looking into her eyes.

"I know, I'm yours," Jen agreed.

"You do what I say!" Mike said pounding her pussy.

"I will," Jen promised.

Mike came, lunging into his wife, shooting his cum into her. 

Afterwards Jen cuddled Mike. She kissed him over and over. "I belong to you," she said reassuringly. "I'm your wife, I'm yours."

A little later Jen was on her side and Mike was spooning her. She looked off into the darkness. Their love making (fucking) had been different. None of their usual pillow talk. Mike hadn't asked how big Jim was, whether she found him attractive. 

The fucking hadn't been about pleasure, or their game. It'd been about Mike reclaiming her. Making her his again.

Jen felt Mike's hand move to her pussy. She felt his other hand cup her breast and thumb her nipple. "You haven't cum," he whispered into her ear.

Jen turned around to face him. "You scared me," she said to him.

Mike didn't apologize. Yes, he felt regret and the anger was gone. It wasn't really Jen's fault, he did give her a free pass, and hadn't fully explained his reservations about Jim. But he couldn't apologize.

Jen didn't make it hard on him. "I'll always be your girl," she said kissing his lips. "I'll always be yours."

Mike kissed her back. As they made out, he played with her breasts and clit. Jen reached down and stroked his cock (he was hard again). 

Soon they found a rhythm. Knowing each other's bodies, they adjusted so they would cum together. 

Their tongues danced as their orgasms hit. Mike's ejaculation splashed against Jen's stomach as her toes curled and she moaned into her husband's mouth from her climax.

They held each other tightly, panting into the other's face. Physically and emotionally exhausted, they both drifted to sleep. Just as Jen fell asleep, she realized she lay in Mike's cum. She didn't mind, that's where she wanted to be.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 14



[This chapter continues Book 2: Rivals]

The next day, Mike got a call on his iPhone while at school. It was Colonel Banks. "You want to be briefed?" he said. "There's a meeting this weekend."

Mike considered for a moment. Then he said "Where?" Banks gave him a flight number out of LaGuardia, then hung up.

"You're sure this is a good idea?" the Secretary of Homeland Security said doubtfully. "Bringing him in?" The FBI and NSA Directors looked concerned too. This was the unofficial "Big 4," the men most responsible for the defense of the United States against internal and external terrorist attacks. (The CIA Director, being an ineffective political appointee, wasn't part of their group.)

"He hacked into the ISIS website in less than a day," Banks reminded the group. "Our people would still be trying to decipher that thumb drive."

"He's susceptible to extortion, blackmail," the NSA Director said waving Mike's file. They all knew about Mike's lifestyle (and had salivated over the pictures of Jen in the file, although none would admit that). 

"I doubt it," the FBI Director said. He'd studied the file too. "I don't think they care what people think."

"I agree," Colonel Banks said. He remembered Mike's interrogation. "We put him through a lot and he never cracked. He's a tough fuck."

"Forget all that," the Secretary said impatiently. He was the most political of the group, with ambitious aspirations of higher office someday (maybe with the next administration if Hillary didn't fuck it up). "It's JJ we have to worry about. If he hears about this -."

"Why does he need to know?" the FBI Director said.

"Are you serious?" the Secretary said with a humorless laugh. "This is Jonathan Jakes we're talking about." 

***************

"You didn't call," Jim said to Jen on the phone. He was clearly disappointed.

"I talked to Mike," Jen said lowering her voice even though she was alone in her office. "He doesn't want to."

"I knew he had something against me," Jim said sourly.

"It's not that Jim. He likes you, you're his friend," Jen assured him.

"Then why?"

Jen hesitated. She didn't want to betray Mike, but felt she owed Jim some explanation. She said "Because you have fantasies like him."

Jim didn't understand. "Because I have fantasies ..." Then he got it. "Mike doesn't want his wife with another cuck?"

"That's it," Jen said with a laugh. She had the strangest conversations.

Jim thought about it for a minute. "Can I talk to him about it?" he asked.

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

"We're mates right?" Jim pressed. "So I should be able to talk to him about it."

"I don't want trouble Jim. Mike got really upset last night."

"You told him what we did?" Jim asked.

"I tell Mike everything," Jen said bristling.

"Everything?" Jim asked with a raised eyebrow. "You told him I fingered you, and you came hard?"

Jen grimaced. It'd been after Jim came in her mouth. She'd been soooo hot. And she thought she had a freaking free pass! She hadn't been able to resist when Jim reached under her skirt. "I'd rather you didn't tell him that," she said whispering again.

"I won't," Jim promised. "But I need to talk to him. We need to clear the air between us."

***************

Later that night, Mike said "I can't make the party on Saturday. I have a meeting with my new job."

"The government job?" Jen asked surprised. Mike hadn't mentioned it since that meeting with Colonel Banks. "What's the meeting about?"

"Just background briefing, nothing exciting," Mike said, trying to downplay things. He didn't know what he was allowed to say to Jen. 

Jen gave him a knowing smile. "Is this an excuse so you don't have to go to the party?"

Mike grinned. "That's just a side benefit," he joked. He looked at her with a sly smile. "This way you can get to know Frank Tower better."

Jen sighed inside. Back and forth, back and forth. That's how Mike was. Last night he'd been so upset about Jim. Now he wanted her to play with Frank? Alone, without him?

Speaking of Jim, she needed to tell Mike something. "Jim called me," she hesitantly told him. She quickly added "I told him you said no. He said he'll call you."

Mike's smile faded. "Fine, I'll talk to him," he said with his lips pressed together.

Jen took his arm, leaning into him. "When will you be home baby?"

"Sunday afternoon probably, why?" 

Jen kissed his arm. She said "You said we'd play this weekend."

Mike looked at his wife. She kind of had a cum face on. "You're horny after talking to Jim?" he said eyeing her.

"Not Jim, I don't care about him," Jen said, wishing the Jim thing had never happened. "I'm just horny," she said with an embarrassed giggle. She kissed his arm again. "You like me this way right?"

Mike couldn't help grinning. "Yeah," he said. "Why don't you play with Frank?"

"Too complicated," Jen said. "Besides, I want you there. It's our game." She kissed his arm again.

"You think Frank would be okay with me watching?" Mike asked.

"If I ever do something with Frank - which I doubt - I'll make sure you get to watch," Jen assured him.

Mike grinned at his wife. "After I get home Sunday then," he suggested.

"Should I call someone?" Jen pressed.

"You ARE horny aren't you?" Mike teased with a delighted laugh.

"Don't be a jerk," she said with a pretend pout and hit on his arm. "So should I set something up?"

"You have someone in mind?" Mike asked, excited and intrigued.

"Yeah but ... I'm not sure I have the guts to do it," Jen said with a downcast smile.

"Who? Deshawn? That other black guy?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Carl," Jen reminded him. "I'd rather not say. In case I chicken out."

*********************

(Saturday morning)

A car met Mike at the Ronald Regan airport and drove him to the headquarters of the Cyber Anti-Terrorism Task Force (CATF) located a few miles outside Washington DC in Virginia. He felt growing anxiety as they neared the facility where he'd been held prisoner and tortured for almost a year. He forced himself to not show his nervousness, he didn't want to give Banks that.

Mike met with Allen and Trent. Allen was Chief Scientist. Trent was Banks's Chief of Staff.

"Where's Banks?" Mike asked.

"Colonel Banks doesn't attend these low level meetings," Trent said dismissively, emphasizing "Colonel."

Mike immediately disliked Trent. Also, he found Banks's power games to be childish. 

Mike knew Allen from before, when he'd been held prisoner here. He could relate to Allen better, since he was a scientist. He considered Allen almost human, if that was possible in this godforsaken place. 

Trent and Allen briefed Mike on the current terrorist landscape. They briefed him on the bad guys, their leaders, their tactics, their funding sources. In the modern world, computers and the internet were critically important to every organization and that included terrorist groups. If CATF could tap into that, electronically infiltrate terrorist computers and communications, then the world would be a lot safer for everyone.

Then it was Mike's turn. To a large audience, he explained how he deciphered the thumb drive and hacked into the ISIS website. Most of the audience (all software and intelligence gurus from CATF, NSA, FBI and CIA) had heard of Mike through Sapphire, Liberty-Gate and Apple. The meeting went long into the evening as they peppered Mike with questions. By the end of the day Mike was exhausted and collapsed into his bed. He called Jen briefly to tell her he was okay but was too tired to talk about her day. 

The next morning (Sunday) was more of the same. As Mike was about to go catch his flight back to New York, he was briefly introduced to the CATF's "brain trust," a small group of men and women tasked with solving the biggest cyber threats facing the United States. Everyone was gray haired and at least 25 years older than Mike. There were more than a few Nobel Laureates among the elite group.

Mike raised an eyebrow at a long series of mathematical expressions scratched on a white board. "What's that?" he asked.

"Our quandary," Abraham said with a humorless laugh. Abraham was one of the Nobel Laureates and the unofficial leader of the brain trust. "As you may know, we're close to developing quantum computers. MIT is close. So is Intel. Other companies are close too, including a few outside the US. Here's our quandary. Is it possible to break encryption done by quantum computers? If not, then the United States needs to ban or severely limit their development."

"You're just trying to figure out if it's possible?" Mike asked, intrigued.

"You make it sound so easy," Abraham said with another humorless laugh. Some of the others laughed too. He motioned to the complicated math on the board. "We've been working on it for a year."

"But," Mike said, pointing to a point halfway down the white board. "It looks like you're using a deterministic approach."

"That's right," Abraham confirmed, looking curiously at Mike.

Mike studied the board. He said "I'm not sure the solution time is bounded by a polynomial. I think it's an NP problem, not a P-problem." Among mathematicians, NP was "nondeterministic polynomial" and P was a problem bounded by a polynomial.

Abraham's mouth dropped open. "You're saying -."

"I don't know, I only just looked at it," Mike said. "But maybe it makes sense to look at it using a nondeterministic Turing approach."

Allen walked into the room. "We have to get you to the airport," he said.

Mike hurriedly said goodbye to Abraham and the rest of the brain trust, then picked up his small travel bag. He limped slightly as he followed Allen out.

Mike was intrigued by their "quandary" but he needed to get home. He wanted to find out what happened last night at Frank's party, and he hoped to play the game tonight. Thinking of that, he called Jen.

"Hey baby," he said when Jen answered. "I'm on my way to the airport. How did it go last night?"

"Can you talk?" Jen asked.

Mike eyed Allen, who was driving. "I guess not," he said.

"I'll tell you later then," Jen said. "How'd your meeting go?"

"How's Frank?" Mike asked.

"I'll tell you later baby," Jen whispered. 

Mike's cock twitched in his pants. If Jen was reluctant to say on the phone, then something must have happened with Frank. "What are you doing now?"

"I'm getting ready to go out," Jen said. "Maggie's babysitting again."

"So ... you called your friend?" Mike asked, eyeing Allen again.

"Yeah ... I kinda hope something happens tonight," Jen whispered. 

Mike could hear the horniness in his wife's voice. She probably had her cum face on. He desperately wanted to know what happened last night and who she was about to meet with. "Am I meeting you at home, or someplace else?" Mike asked choosing his words carefully so as not to reveal anything to Allen.

"We're meeting at Death & Co.," Jen said, referring to the latest "it" bar in New York City where they handcrafted classic and new wave cocktails. 

"Okay," Mike said.

"How'd your meeting go?" Jen asked again.

"Good, I'll tell you later," Mike said evasively. "I'm looking forward to tonight. I love you."

"I am too," Jen said with a giggle. "I love you too baby."

After hanging up, Mike asked Allen "What can I tell my wife about what I'm doing for CATF?"

"You shouldn't say anything Mike," Allen said seriously. "I don't mean to be melodramatic. But it's for your family's safety."

"What do you mean?" Mike asked.

"It's always been a concern, but it's worse now with social media," Allen said. "Your wife might say something on Facebook. You don't want to be targeted."

"Targeted by terrorists? In New York City?" Mike said incredulously.

"You and your wife travel abroad, right?" Allen said. "Don't call attention to yourself Mike. We fighting ruthless, evil people. You don't want to get on any lists. This is a dangerous business, you have to be careful." 

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As Mike drove with Allen to the airport, Colonel Banks stared at the monitor showing the brain trust furiously debating Mike's idea. They were erasing the bottom half of the board and frantically scratching out new equations. He assumed they were following up on Mike's idea. A nondeterministic Turing approach? What the fuck was that?

How was it Mike Andrews deciphered the thumb drive when his staff failed? How did Mike Andrews hack into the ISIS website in under a day? How was it possible Mike Andrews hand waves at a white board and sends his brain trust of Nobel Laureates scrambling?

"What the fuck do I have with Mike Andrews?" Colonel Banks wondered to himself.

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[Flashback to 6AM Saturday morning]

When Mike awoke Jen was already up, looking at him. "When do you go to the airport?" she asked.

"Not until 8," Mike said.

"Anna's not up yet," Jen said. She had a desperate look on her face. She traced her fingertip along Mike's lips. "Can you do something for me baby?"

Mike grinned at her. He pulled the covers off and got between his wife's legs. She wasn't wearing panties, she must have already prepared for this. Her pussy lips glistened with excitement. "You're wet," he said.

"I can't help it," Jen said with a giggle. "I told you my nympho switch is back on."

"Do you fantasize about big cocks at work?" Mike asked running his finger between her lips.

Jen moaned and arched her back as he touched her clit. "I try to keep busy," she joked. She reached for his head. "Come on baby," she said pleadingly.

Mike never denied his wife. He lowered his head and began eating her. It didn't take long before Jen was writhing on the bed, and then she came all over Mike's face.

Jen had barely stopped panting when she pulled Mike on top of her. "I want you inside me," she said, still clearly horny.

"You should save yourself for Frank tonight," Mike teased.

"Nothing's going to happen with Frank or anyone tonight," Jen said. She pushed Mike onto his back and got on top, straddling his hips. With her hand she guided his cock into her.

"Have you set it up for tomorrow?" Mike asked excitedly as Jen rode on top of him.

"I'm still thinking about it," Jen said.

"Why won't you tell me who it is?" Mike asked.

Jen grinned. "Because it's fun making you wait," she said with a sly smile.

"Bitch," Mike said grinning back.

"You'll see how much a bitch I am if you cum too fast," Jen said, closing her eyes and riding her husband hard.

Afterwards Mike showered and dressed. "What are you doing today?" he asked.

"Just hanging with Anna until the party," she said. "Maggie's babysitting."

"I guess they'll be playing the World Cup," Mike said. "Golden State won in 6 games."

"Oh," Jen said with a shrug. She didn't really care what game they showed. The only sport she really liked to watch was college football.

"It should be good," Mike said, always the sports fan. "They're playing China. If they win they'll probably play Germany, the number one team. Their best player is coming back from injury."

"Oh, okay," Jen said trying to sound interested but not doing a very good job. She thought soccer was cool (especially women's soccer) but had never really gotten into it. 

Mike tenderly ran his hand through her long blonde hair. "It's really okay with me if something happens tonight," he said encouragingly. 

Jen gave him a weak smile. She was still gun-shy after what happened with Jim. She didn't want to play again unless Mike was involved. Also, she was nervous about doing anything with Frank. Yes, she was attracted to him and maybe still had a school girl crush on him. But what if she was reading the signs wrong? She didn't want to offer herself to him and then be snubbed. That would be too embarrassing. 

"We'll see honey," she said noncommittally. 

*******************

[Saturday evening]

Jen wore a sundress and heels to the party. She was afraid of being overdressed but this was a work thing after all.

Frank's apartment was in a high rise building right next to Central Park. It was one of the most luxurious buildings she'd ever been in. When Jen walked into his apartment she realized she was underdressed, not over. While she was in a casual sundress, the men wore expensive Italian suits and the ladies wore designer cocktail dresses. Jen frowned, embarrassed at her faux pas. They were only watching the freaking World Cup, why all the Prada and Versace evening gowns?

Jen hid her embarrassed and tried to mingle. She was tongue tied though. She couldn't believe all the famous people there. Well known politicians, actors and professional sports athletes. Was that Al Gore over there? Talking to Beyoncé? She felt like she'd stepped into another world.

Jen spotted Frank across the room. She thought he looked handsome and dashing in his suit. She marveled how men got more handsome and desirable as they aged, whereas girls just got old. 

A lot of people surrounded Frank, seeming to hang on his every word. Jen recognized many of them from TV. It reminded her of his parties growing up. Now though, Frank was holding court with movie stars and Senators instead of people from their neighborhood. She couldn't help being impressed.

Jen finally ran into someone she knew. Leo. He looked nervous. "What's wrong?" Jen asked.

"Jasmine's talking to JJ," Leo said looking across the room.

Jen followed Leo's eyes. She saw Jasmine Kelly talking to an older man. Her heart sank seeing what Jasmine was wearing. An elegant Chanel dress. God. Now she felt even worse in her casual sundress.

She looked at the older man. He was balding, thin, just barely taller than Jasmine in heels. He looked unremarkable. Why was Leo so nervous? 

"That's JJ?" Jen asked. "Who's he?"

"The maker of dreams," Leo joked. "Special Advisor to the President. Influential, powerful. He's been with 3 administrations."

"Bush too?" Jen asked surprised.

"JJ's well respected," Leo said with a nod. "That's what makes him so powerful."

"He doesn't look powerful," Jen said looking at JJ. She wasn't being mean, just making an observation. "I've never heard of him."

"Beware of the people who walk in the shadows Jennifer," Leo said sagely, patiently explaining the way things worked in the real world. "They're the ones with the real power."

Jen looked at Leo. He could be describing himself, as he walked in the shadows too. 

"By the way, did you and Mike get what you wanted from the government?" Leo asked.

"It's complication," Jen said evasively. She didn't want to get into it with Leo. Wanting to change the subject, she looked back at Jasmine talking to JJ. She was good at reading people. She furrowed her eyebrows as she read Jasmine's and JJ's body language. "Jasmine's trying too hard," she whispered to Leo. "Whatever she's saying, he's not listening."

Leo looked even more worried. "That's not a good thing," he said. "We need JJ's support in the party." He looked at Jen. "You need to tell her."

"Me?" Jen said looking like a deer caught in the headlights.

"You're on the team now Jennifer," Leo said. "I know you're not best friends. But you agree with her positions, right?"

"Ask Deidre," Jen said stubbornly.

"Jas'll listen to you on something like this," Leo pressed. "Look Jennifer, I know you don't like her. But who would you rather see in office? A conservative Republican?"

Jen sighed. "Whatever," she thought to herself. She moved across the room, waited for a good moment, then tapped Jasmine on the shoulder. 

Jasmine's smile disappeared when she saw it was Jen. The 2 women were silent, looking at each other, like 2 boxers in the ring before the start of the fight. It was the first time they'd been together since Jen's "You're not giving yourself a chance to win" speech.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 14



Jen had to admit Jasmine looked beautiful. Part of her was glad Mike wasn't there. In fact, honestly, she'd been relieved when Mike said he wouldn't be able to go to the party.

Jen tried to be as diplomatic and non-confrontational as possible. "You're trying too hard," she said gently.

"What?" Jasmine said frowning at Jen. 

"You're pressing too hard," Jen whispered. "I can see it. People aren't listening."

"I'm being myself. I'm talking about issues I care about," Jasmine said exasperated. She'd swallowed her pride and followed Jen's advice. Now the flat chested bitch was giving her shit about it?

"Yeah but, maybe ease into it," Jen said, thinking fast. She looked at the TVs playing the women's World Cup soccer match. "Do you know anyone on the US team?"

"I did a story on Alex Morgan and Abby Wambach," Jasmine said.

"Talk about that," Jen suggested. She'd vaguely heard of the players, especially Wambach. 

"I'm trying to distance myself from ESPN," Jasmine said frustrated and impatient.

"Jasmine, ESPN is part of you, everyone knows you worked there," Jen said. "This is a sports party, it's appropriate. Talk about the players, what they're like, tell funny stories. Give people a reason to listen to you. Then ease into your positions." 

Jen sighed as Jasmine glared at her. She could feel Jasmine casting daggers into her back as she walked away. Whatever, she did her best.

Jen looked over to Frank. He was still holding court, the crowd even larger now. She'd hoped to talk to him. Maybe flirt a little. She enjoyed his company, and liked when he looked at her. 

Frank Tower surreptitiously watched Jen as she mingled and moved through the crowd. Every male head turned as she passed. He wasn't surprised. Jenny Johnson was exceptionally beautiful. She looked striking in the slim, simple sundress, a stunning contrast among the sea of expensive (and many gaudy) cocktail dresses.

Frank compared Jen to Jasmine Kelly. Both blondes were beautiful (although he preferred brunettes over blondes). Jen more leggy, Jasmine more busty. But their tits weren't the only difference.

Jasmine was ambitious, pushy, hard-driving. People skills weren't her strength (although she could be charming when she tried). When Jas was focus on something - a story, an election - she was relentless, it was like she had blinders on. 

In contrast, Jenny Johnson was adorably charming, always smiling and laughing, so engaging and captivating. She'd been that way as a girl, the most popular girl in high school. She was still like that, although now she was more mature and sophisticated. Combined with her physical beauty, Jenny Johnson was delightful and practically irresistible. (He knew she was Jen Andrews now, but he still thought of her as Jenny Johnson.)

A little while later, Jen turned and found herself looking at the face of Frank Tower. "Frank," she said surprised.

Frank smiled at her. "Like the view?" he asked waving at the large window. His apartment was on the 80th floor and had a stunning view of Central Park. 

"It's awesome," Jen said amazed at the incredible view.

"Leo has us going to Chicago for a fund raiser," Frank said.

"I know, he told me," Jen said with a quizzical look. "Why would people in Chicago donate to Jasmine?"

"This is Hillary's former seat," Frank reminded her. "Democrats all over the country want to see a Democrat win. Do you have a moment? I want to show you something."

"Sure," Jen said.

Frank led her down a hallway. Jen noticed as people looked their way. She felt flattered that Frank was paying her so much attention.

Frank led her to an elevator. "This goes to my office," he said as they stepped in. Jen watched as the floor indicator went from 80 to 5. They stepped out into a huge office. The office was just as luxurious and richly decorated as Frank's apartment.

"This is your office?" Jen asked in wonder.

"I work here when I'm in the City," Frank said.

Jen assumed Frank wanted to show her something involving Jasmine's campaign and their upcoming fund raiser. But instead Frank led her to a balcony. "I wanted to show you the view of the Park from this floor," he said motioning at Central Park. "The high view is impressive, but it's like a painting. I prefer this lower view, it's more real."

"Yeah," Jen said seeing what he was talking about. "It's like you're in the middle of Central Park."

"Exactly," Frank said smiling at her. "So how do you like the crowd?" he asked motioning up to his 80th floor apartment.

"Kind of intimidating," Jen said with a laugh. 

"Not exactly one of our neighborhood parties in Belmont," Frank said with a grin. Belmont was where they lived, a small town outside Cambridge, MA.

"No," Jen agreed with another laugh. "Do you still have those parties?"

"No, not since Sally died," he said, sadness coming over his face. He forced a smile. "I should though. You'll come right?"

Jen noticed his mood change. His wife had died over 2 years ago yet he still wasn't over her. Hoping to cheer him up, she gave him a big smile and said enthusiastically, "I'll definitely be there." 

There was an awkward silence. Jen glanced to the right and saw a reflection of herself in the glass door. Wanting to change the subject, she bemoaned, "God, I can't believe how under-dressed I am."

"You look wonderful," Frank said giving her an up and down look. "Gorgeous as always."

Jen was used to compliments over her looks, but coming from Frank she couldn't help blushing. She rubbed her arms. It was chilly outside.

"You're cold?" Frank asked. He was looking at her chest, not her face. Jen knew what he was looking at. Like her breasts, her nipples were small. But when they got hard, they got really hard. The chill in the air was making her nipples hard, and she knew they were denting her dress even through her bra. That's what Frank was looking at. "Perhaps we should go back inside," he said, his eyes lingering on her chest.

"Alright," Jen said, pretending not to notice his stares. They walked back in. "You have a lot of art," she said looking at the walls of his office.

"One of my indulgences," he said with a chuckle. "I collect Impressionist art. Let me show you." Frank walked Jen through his gallery, explaining the history of his favorite pieces. As an art fan, Jen was stunned by his collection. Renoir, Pissarro, Monet, Matisse, Cezanne, van Gogh. She felt like she was back in her college art history class. She knew Frank was rich, but she never realized he was this rich.

As they toured his collection, Frank walked just behind Jen. Jen's sundress was partially backless, from just below her bra strap to a few inches above her ass. Walking behind her, Frank had a great view of her toned back. The sundress hugged her curves, so his view also included Jen's incredible ass. He found himself getting hard.

As they moved from a Renoir to a Matisse, Frank put his hand on Jen's bare back like he was guiding her. Jen felt his hand on her back of course. She didn't encourage him. She didn't okay his touching with a smile, or lean back into his hand. But she didn't pull away from his hand either.

Frank stood close behind Jen as they looked at the Matisse. Despite his wealth, his hand felt rough and calloused. Jen liked that. For a moment, she imagined those rough hands on her breasts, on her ass, rubbing her clit. The thoughts made her pussy tingle.

Frank stood so close behind Jen she could feel his breath on the back of her neck as he described the Matisse. There was electricity between them. Jen found herself breathing harder. Did Frank feel it too? The sexual tension?

Jen knew if she took a half step back she would rub up against him. She didn't, but was tempted. She wanted to know if he was hard. She wanted to know if he was big.

Then as he pointed out a detail in the painting, Frank leaned closer. He momentarily pressed his crotch against the back of her thigh. Was it intentional? It didn't matter. Jen knew now. Frank was hard and felt big.

Jen was so horny. Her nympho switch was back on, and that thing with Jim - while a disaster - had also been a tease. She needed fucked. 

Jen imagined Frank pushing her against the wall right next to the Matisse. She imagined him pulling up her skirt and ripping off her panties. She imagined him taking out his cock and ramming it into her. She knew he would fuck her hard. Frank was that kind of man.

Jen felt flushed with these thoughts. Would she let him fuck her if he tried? She had a thing for older men, and Frank was handsome, powerful, charismatic. The wicked naughtiness of fucking her friend Sophie's father turned her on even more. Frank was unattached so she wouldn't have to deal with the moral issues of bedding a married man. On top of all that, she had Mike's permission to do what she wanted.

At that moment Jen's iPhone rang. She looked at the screen. It was Mike.

"Hi baby," Jen said into the phone. She looked at Frank and mouthed "my husband." She stepped a few feet away. "How'd your meeting go?" she asked.

"Pretty exhausting, I'm wiped," Mike said. "I'm going to bed. I just wanted to let you know I'm okay." Jen had worried about Mike returning to the place they held him prisoner. Mike had been anxious about that too but hadn't told her that. "Are you at the party?" he asked.

"Yeah, you won't believe all the famous people here, I saw Beyonce," Jen gushed. She decided not to mention to Mike that she was with Frank at that very moment. She knew Mike would ask a lot of questions, and that would be uncomfortable with Frank standing just a few feet away.

After hanging up with Mike, Jen said "I guess we should go back up."

"Oh alright, if that's what you want," Frank said looking disappointed. 

Jen saw his disappointment. She suspected he was hoping for more than just a tour of his art collection. Jen was definitely tempted to get intimate with Frank, and she knew Mike would be all for it. But ironically, talking to Mike had broken the moment. After hearing her husband's voice, she felt uneasy about doing anything with Frank. She wasn't sure why since Mike was encouraging her to sleep with Frank.

Back on the 80th floor, Leo watched as Jasmine talked to JJ. Unlike before, JJ was all smiles now, laughing and actively engaged in an animated conversation with Jasmine. Leo grinned happily. "Whatever Jennifer said to Jas worked," he thought to himself. 

Speaking of the devil, Leo noticed Jen and Frank coming back into the room together. Leo had an idea of Jen and Mike's relationship (he thought they were swingers). He also knew something of Frank's reputation and history. Was there something up between Jennifer Andrews and Frank Tower?

"Whatever," Leo said with an unconcerned shrug. In a campaign there was always some fucking among the staff. It was inevitable given the long hours and close quarters. As long as Jen and Frank kept it out of the newspapers (and internet blogs), he didn't care what they did together. Especially since they were both really important to Jasmine's campaign.

Frank led Jen to a TV and they watched the game. "Do you like soccer?" he asked Jen.

"I've never really gotten into it," she admitted. As she watched the action on the screen she added "It's exciting though."

"It's a great sport, especially now with the US team," Frank explained. "A lot of interesting plot lines. Like Abby Wambach and Alex Morgan. They're both forwards. Abby has the record for most goals. Abby's retiring, and Alex is rising to take her place as the face of the US team. Abby followed Mia Hamm, and now Alex is following Alex. It's really interesting, the dynamics of the US team."

"Yeah," Jen said, her eyes moving between the TV and Frank. Suddenly she was interested in the game. Somehow he made it more than a game, he made it about people and the human drama.

Jen sensed people looking at them. Frank was the host of the party and in high demand, yet he was spending a lot of time with her. And here she was, with a big wedding ring on her finger, spending a lot of time with Frank. She needed to be careful, she didn't want rumors. "Frank, could you get me a drink?" she asked.

"Of course," Frank said, moving to the bar. With him gone, Jen used the opportunity to mingle with other people.

**************

[Sunday morning]

When Jen woke up she was horny. She'd left Frank's party horny and gone to sleep horny. God she was such a slut!

Jen pushed her hand into her panties. She needed an orgasm before starting the day. She pulled up the white nightie so she could play with her nipples as she rubbed her clit. Just as she felt an orgasm approach she heard the pitter patter of little feet. Anna! Jen barely had time to push down the nightie and fix her panties before Anna walked into the bedroom.

"Hi mommy," Anna said smiling and climbing onto the bed.

"Fuck," Jen silently thought as she hugged her daughter. Her pussy throbbed, she so needed release. But now she wouldn't have a chance to get herself off until Anna's afternoon nap.

She knew it wouldn't matter though. Rubbing herself to an orgasm would provide only limited relief. She needed to be penetrated, filled, stretched. Jen had toys but they only went so far. What she needed was a man who would take control of her body and fuck her really hard and rough.

Mike would be home later today. While she loved her husband dearly, she knew he wouldn't be able to give her what she needed. Mike fulfilled her heart and soul, but not her body. Not when she was nympho horny the way she was right now. 

Jen had a backup plan, a potential lover for tonight. She'd been reluctant to call him, but now she really needed it. She was fairly certain Mike would get off on her chosen lover, but she'd make sure before doing anything. Still, she had to set things up. With a mischievous smile, she picked up her phone and sent a text to the man she had in mind.

[Sunday afternoon at Reagan Airport outside DC]

Mike thanked Allen for the ride and entered the terminal. He looked unhappily at the flight status board. His flight was delayed. He'd hoped to meet Jen at home and go over to Death & Co. together. Now with the delay of his flight he'd have to go directly to the bar and meet Jen there.

His phone rang and he looked at the caller ID. He frowned seeing it was Jim. "Yes?" Mike said tersely.

"Hey mate, it's me, Jim," Jim said. He'd heard the displeasure in Mike's voice. "Do you have a minute Mike?" he asked warily. "I want to clear the air about Jen."

"You hit on my wife," Mike said accusingly. 

"You're right Mike, I fucked up," Jim admitted. "I should have talked to you first."

"Yeah, you should have," Mike said, angry and annoyed. 

"I fucked up Mike," Jim said again. "I just thought, I don't know ... I guess I thought you'd get off on it." 

"With you hitting on my wife?" Mike asked incredulously.

Jim felt just as incredulous. "Mike, I mean, come on," he said gently. "I know you're into that."

"Not with you!" Mike growled. His voice was getting so loud people in the airport were turning to look at him. Mike moved to a semi-deserted area of the gate.

"I knew you had a problem with me," Jim said. "Is it because I'm a cuck? You know I used to be a bull."

"I don't get that," Mike said.

"Yeah well," Jim said with a laugh. He didn't quite get it either. He shrugged. "I'm decent looking, never had complaints in bed. I guess I kind of fell into it. When I was young my purpose in life was to get as much pussy as possible." Jim laughed at himself. "One night I hooked up with a married woman. She seduced me, not the other way around." He laughed at the memory. "She wasn't hot - I mean, she was okay - but any pussy feels good in the dark, right?" He laughed again. "That started it. I discovered married pussy was easier to get than single girls. Then I started meeting dudes who got off seeing their wives fucked. That started me being a bull."

"So, how did you become a cuck?" Mike asked, so intrigued by Jim's story he forgot his annoyance (at least momentarily).

"Fucking around was just a hobby," Jim said. "I had normal relationships too. My girlfriend before Stacy - her name was Penny - she caught me cheating. It's a long story - we broke up, got back together, talked a lot. Anyway, me and Penny ended up swinging together. That's when it started Mike. I saw Penny with her legs up in the air getting fucked by another man, and that got me more turned on than the pussy I was fucking. That's how the cuck thing started." 

"So I understand you Mike, I know what gets you hot," Jim continued gently.

"What's that?" Mike shot back, although he knew what Jim was going to say.

"Your pretty wife giving another man a blowjob while you're home taking care of Anna," Jim said simply. "Come on mate, be honest. We're friends. Don't tell me you haven't jacked off on that."

Mike flushed. Recovering, he sarcastically shot back, "Friends, right. You seduce my wife without talking to me first."

"I said I was sorry," Jim said. "I was gonna talk to you. It wouldn't have been just me. We'd do Jen together."

"Oh, so you had it all figured out," Mike said with icy sarcasm.

"No Mike, that's not what I meant, it's just a possibility," Jim said imploringly. Showing his sexual frustration, he said "Stacy's got me all fucked up. It's starting with Deshawn, just like with Darren before."

"What's she doing?" Mike asked, suddenly interested.

"She's exclusive with Deshawn right now," Jim said. He added bitterly "Deshawn moved in. He's sleeping in my bed, eating my food. They're not fucking, Stacy's getting over her period. But they're hugging, holding hands, kissing. She's treating me like a roommate, not her husband. She won't hug me, the most I get is a peck on the cheek. I can't touch her or see her naked. She says she has to give herself completely to Deshawn to have a better chance of getting pregnant."

"I thought that turns you on," Mike said, his cock achingly hard in his pants.

"It does turn me on, that's why I need a fuck buddy," Jim said with a laugh.

"But why MY wife?" Mike said.

"It doesn't have to be I guess," Jim said, resignation in his voice. "It'd just be nice if the girl was a friend." He gave another suffering laugh. "It'd feel good to have some female affection."

Mike didn't respond as he processed this. Jim wanted more than just sex with Jen. He wanted to cuddle, hold hands, whispered sweet nothings. 

"I know what you're thinking," Jim said. "I'm not trying to cuck you Mike. We could share Jen. Threesomes, you know? It'd only be a few weeks, two months max. By then Stacy will be pregnant."

"What happens then?" Mike asked, his voice hoarse from excitement.

"It depends on Deshawn," Jim said with a shrug. "He'll still be around. I know Stacy wants that. But men like Deshawn, he'll move on to someone else. He gets off fucking white wives, getting them pregnant. Once he's knock up Stacy he'll want another girl. He might try to hook up with Jen." Jim added a laugh to make his last statement sound like a joke.

"Jen's not into black," Mike said. "We haven't talked about another baby."

Jim asked hesitantly "Do you want that? Stacy could talk to Jen."

"... I don't know," Mike said after a long hesitation. 

"Mike are you as hard as I am?" Jim asked with an embarrassed laugh. "Just talking about it gets me hot."

"Yeah," Mike agreed with his own laugh.

"Can you think about it? About Jen?" Jim asked pleadingly. "She's so beautiful. And a friend. It'd just be mercy fucks, I swear Mike."

"You're asking for more than that," Mike pointed out.

"I'm not trying to cuck you," Jim pressed. Laughing to make it sound like a joke, he said "Think of it as a new twist in your game." Then he added seriously "It'll just be temporary, a couple months max. Then I'll have Stacy back."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 14



Mike didn't say anything for long moments, thinking. He finally said "I'll think about it."



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 15



[This chapter continues Book 2: Rivals]

Jen sat across from Biff in her office. All afternoon she'd recited status updates and action items as her intern Biff frantically took notes. As evening descended they were finally done. "Thanks for coming in on a Sunday," she said giving Biff a grateful smile. She motioned to all the client files strewn around her office. "I got behind working on Jasmine's campaign. Today's been great to catch up."

"It must be great working for Jasmine Kelly," Biff gushed.

"Not really," Jen said with a sour look. "She's not like on TV. She's not a nice person."

"Oh," Biff said surprised. "Do you trust her?"

Jen frowned. That was a complicated question. The bottle blonde bitch around her husband? Definitely not. But as a reporter, a politician? Jasmine had helped Mike. She was a liberal Democrat but was open to traditional conservative positions like defense and tax reform. She was passionate about things she cared about. "I guess," Jen reluctantly admitted with a shrug.

Wanting to change the subject, Jen smiled and said "You have to let me buy you a drink. For helping today."

"Oh okay," Biff said, surprised but definitely up to spend time with his beautiful boss.

"Awesome," Jen said giving Biff another brilliant smile. "How about Death & Co? We can taxi over."

Jen purposefully stood in front of Biff as they waited for a cab. She could feel his eyes on her ass. She'd noticed him looking at her throughout his semester internship. She'd done some looking too (although she was more subtle about it). Bill was smart and shy. He reminded her a little of Mike. And Biff was sooo cute with his curly brown hair, bright blue eyes and boyish grin. 

Once at Death & Co Jen sat with Biff at the bar. She noticed him watching as she crossed her legs. While her outfit appeared casual, she'd spent extra time thinking about what to wear for her young intern. She wore skinny jeans with cute black ankle boots that made her long legs seem even longer. 

Jen also had on a casual peasant top. The top was loose so it didn't hug her body. But the top had a swoop neckline that afforded peaks of the swell of her bosom. Also, when she leaned over you could see right down to her belly button. Underneath the top she wore a silk, unlined lacy bra that molded itself around her small perky tits.

"You know, I'm only 19," Biff said looking anxious as the bartender approached.

"Oh, like you don't have a fake ID," Jen teased with a laugh.

"Yeah but, I'm not sure it'll work here," Biff said glancing nervously around the crowded bar. He was used to flashing his fake ID at dive bars around campus, not uber trendy "Sex In the City" type bars like Death & Co.

"Be confident and you'll be fine," Jen whispered to Biff as the bartender approached. She squeezed his thigh encouragingly.

"What can I get you guys?" the friendly bartender asked moments later.

"A Cosmo for me," Jen said.

"I, ah, I guess I'll have a Corona," Biff said nervously.

The bartender eyed him suspiciously. "Got an ID?" he said.

"He's with me," Jen said before Biff could say anything. She gave the bartender a mischievous, dazzling smile. "I'll make sure he gets home okay." Jen gave Biff a motherly pat on his leg.

The bartender looked at Jen's beautiful face, her sexy smile. "Okay, whatever," he said with a chuckle. He'd bartended for years, seen a lot. So a hot older chick wanted to get laid by a teenager? So what? He had no problem with that. In fact, he was envious of the kid.

Biff frowned. On the one hand he was ecstatic to be out alone with his boss. He so admired Jen, she was a marketing genius. On top of that, she was drop dead gorgeous. She had it all, and she intimidated the hell out of him. The fact she was 10 years older made it even worse. But still, he was a guy and she was a girl. He didn't like the fact she covered for him. 

"I am confident you know," Biff said. "I'm just getting used to this bar's vibe."

"I know that Biff," Jen assured him, giving his thigh another reassuring squeeze.

Biff's cock jerked when Jen touched him. She'd touched his leg three times now. WTF? Then it occurred to him. Was it possible his boss was hitting on him? No, no way. He was a nub college sophomore. She was Jen-FUCKING-Andrews, the marketing god, the conqueror of Google and Memphis, the political consultant of Jasmine Kelly, the gorgeous hottie with legs that didn't quit. No way Jennifer Andrews was interested in him.

Then again ... there were those rumors about Jen. About the wild parties in Vegas and Penn State. About hooking up with Scott and other guys in the office. About how she lusted over big cocks and getting fucked hard from behind.

"What are you thinking?" Jen asked.

Biff blushed, realizing he was staring at Jen. Fortunately he was saved when the bartender delivered their drinks. "Lime?" the bartender asked.

"Uh, no thanks," Biff said.

"Here's to your internship," Jen said clinking Biff's limeless Corona with her martini glass. "It's almost over right?"

"Yeah, 3 more weeks, I'm gonna miss it," Biff said honestly. He loved working for Jen, her clients were incredibly exciting. Getting to be in her company on a daily basis was a big bonus of course.

"You let me know if you ever need a recommendation," Jen told him.

"Thanks Ms. Andrews," Biff said.

"Oh god, will you stop calling me that?" Jen said with a laugh. Squeezing his leg again, she said "You make me feel so old."

Biff's cock jerked again. "She's touched me 4 times!" he thought to himself.

"Call me Jen," Jen continued smiling at him. "So what's the story with Biff?"

"It's my dad's name," Biff said.

"You're Biff Jr.?" Jen said with a grin. "You know how preppy that is right? I bet you're on the squash team at NYU."

"Crew," Biff said grinning back.

"That's just as bad," Jen said with a laugh, squeezing Biff's thigh again.

Biff's cock jerked again at Jen's hand on his leg. He was starting to get hard. He didn't know what was going on. Jen seemed to be flirting with him. Then again, maybe she was just being friendly. Biff had an aunt who was about Jen's age (his dad's youngest sister). Because they were only about 10 years apart, his aunt treated Biff more like a friend than a nephew. Was that what was going on now? Jen was treating him like a friend instead of her intern, since his internship was ending? 

"Do you have a girlfriend?" Jen asked as she sipped her Cosmo.

"No, Mandy and I broke up," Biff said. "We've been going together since high school. We needed a break."

"Oh I'm sorry," Jen said, rubbing Biff's leg again. Biff was seriously starting to get hard. He hoped Jen didn't look down at his crotch and see his erection, that would be too embarrassing. "Do you think you'll get back together?" Jen asked.

"I don't know, probably," Biff said with a shrug. "I thought we should see other people."

"You mean you want to see other girls," Jen said with a "I get it" teasing smile. The bartender came back and they ordered another round. There was a break in their conversation as the bartender served up another Cosmo for Jen and Corona for Biff.

"So how's that working for ya?" Jen asked when they were alone again (to the extent you can be alone when shoulder-to-shoulder in a crowded bar).

"Seeing other girls?" Biff asked.

"No, drinking Coronas without a lime," Jen teased. "Yes, seeing other girls," she added with a laugh.

Biff took a moment to answer. He felt way off-balance. Jen was older, successful, and incredibly beautiful. He felt like she was a supernova and he just a meaningless thing lost in her stunning brightness. What the heck was he doing here drinking with Jennifer-FUCKING-Andrews? He felt so out of his league.

Still, Biff didn't want to come across as a wimp. The fact was, he held his own with the girls.

"I do okay," Biff said modestly.

"Okay, details please," Jen said with a laugh, taking a gulp of her Cosmo.

"Like what?" he asked.

"Like, when did you break up with Mandy?" Jen asked. "How many girls have you been with since then?"

"Been with?"

"You don't know what I mean?" Jen teased challengingly.

"I know what you mean," Biff said defensively.

Jen heard the defensiveness in the 19 year old's voice. She smiled at him and said "Don't get upset Biff we're just talking." As she said that she squeezed his thigh again. Jen knew she was egging Biff on but that's what girls did to boys.

"Okay," Biff said uncertainly. He still felt off-balanced but he definitely liked when Jen touched his leg.

"So ...?" Jen prompted with a sly smile.

"We broke up in February," Biff said. He proudly added "I've been with 8 girls since then."

"You broke up with Mandy on Valentine's day?" Jen said. "You're a real heartbreaker Biff."

Alarmed, Biff hurriedly said "No I -."

"I'm just teasing Biff," Jen said with a laugh. "There are more breakups around Valentine's day than any other time. I think I read that in Cosmo."

"Yeah," Biff said uncertainly, looking relieved that Jen didn't think harshly of him.

"Hmmm, 8 girls in 4 months," Jen said, looking off into the distant as if contemplating Biff's score ratio. As she did Jen trailed her fingertips down the edge of her swoop top. Just as she reached the soft swell of her breasts, she trailed her fingers back up. She pretended to do this absentmindedly, but she noticed Biff's eyes glued on her fingers. She'd already noticed his hard-on, and saw the tent in his pants getting even bigger.

"Did you say something?" Jen abruptly asked, her fingertips finally stopping their up and down movement and resting on the gold chain around her elegant neck.

"Uh, no," Biff said, jerking his eyes from Jen's chest back to her face.

Jen smiled. She said "8 girls in 4 months, you're a real player Biff."

Biff was starting to get when Jen was serious and when she was teasing. He could tell she was teasing now. "I guess," he said with a grin back.

Jen's smile widened, pleased. She leaned closer until her lips almost touched his ear. Biff's breath caught, both because Jen was so close now he could smell her perfume and the vanilla strawberry scent of her shampoo, but mostly because now he could see right down her front! He had a clear view of her bra! It was pink and lacy and sheer. He could see her nipples! 

"I'm not surprised," Jen whispered into Biff's ear. "You're a cutie Biff."

Jen slowly leaned back, taking her time to give the 19 year old a good look down her blouse.

Biff didn't say anything, he didn't know what to say. His heart pounded in his chest and he felt flushed. His cock was fully hard now, in fact it was the hardest it'd ever been. 

"Cat got your tongue?" Jen teased with a knowing smile. "Are you okay?" she asked, putting her hand on Biff's leg again. This time though, instead of giving him a quick squeeze, she ran her hand up his thigh. She stopped just before the outline of his erection in his pants. She kept her hand there as she asked again "Are you okay honey?"

Biff's eyes grew wide. "She called me honey. Jen Andrews called me honey! And her hand's practically on my cock!" The 19 year old's head was spinning, he felt like he was going to pass out.

At that moment Jen glanced across the bar. There he was! Mike! Her heart did a flip when she saw her husband. She made eye contact with him, a silent message passing between them. Then she got off the stool. "I'll be back," she told Biff. "Little girl's room."

Jen and Mike met in the darkened corridor leaning to the bathrooms. She immediately pulled Mike deeper into the corridor to a darkened alcove.

Jen felt out of control! Flirting so brazenly with her young intern made her feel wild! She was in full nympho mode now!

"God I missed you!" Jen told Mike as she wrapped her arms around his neck and smashed her lips against his. The married couple kissed urgently, their hands all over each other.

"Did you fuck Frank last night?" Mike asked between kisses.

"No but I wanted to," Jen said honestly. "God I'm so hot baby. If I don't get fucked soon I'm going to explode."

"Who is that?" Mike asked, still urgently kissing his wife.

"My intern, Biff," Jen said kissing her husband back. Giggling delightedly, she added "He's only 19, a college sophomore at NYU. Isn't he cute?"

"He looks like he's crushing on you," Mike said. He'd arrived about 15 minutes ago and immediately saw that Biff was enamored with his wife.

"Really?" Jen asked with another giggle. She liked the idea of a 19 year old crushing on her, it definitely boosted her self-esteem. "Does that bother you?"

"No," Mike said with just a moment's hesitation. Their game was always more intense when there were emotions between his wife and her lover, not just great sex. "Are you crushing on Biff?" he asked excitedly.

"Oh you'd like that right?" Jen asked with a laugh. She reached down and squeezed his cock, noticing he was rock hard. Playing into her husband's fantasies, she gushed "Biff's adorably cute, he's got the bluish eyes, and god what an ass. Yeah, I could definitely see myself with that boy."

"For just a while though right?" Mike asked, his insecurities flaring. It was the never ending cuckold conflict.

"Of course baby," Jen said rubbing her husband's chest reassuringly. She smiled inside. She knew she was pushing Mike's buttons, but she liked when he was jealous. It showed that he loved her, even though he was willing to share her body (and her affections) with other men. In some ways, Jen was more insecure than Mike. So she needed that emotional reassurance from Mike to have fun playing their game. 

"How should we do this?" Jen asked her husband.

"Maggie's with Anna?" Mike asked. When Jen nodded, he suggested "Hotel room?"

"Maggie can't stay much longer," Jen said nixing that idea.

"I'll go home and let Maggie go," Mike said.

"Okay but ... it'd probably be better if Biff didn't know you were there," Jen said, knowing the college sophomore might get freaked if her husband watched as they fucked.

"I'll stay in Anna's room," Mike said, knowing their daughter was a sound sleeper. "He won't know I'm there."

"Okay but ..." Jen said uncertain, playing with the buttons on Mike's shirt.

"What?" Mike asked seeing his wife's apprehension.

"I might be with Biff a while," Jen said hesitantly. She remembered how Mike got upset when she lost control with Scott (and other men), ignoring Mike as she enjoyed the bodies of her lovers (and they enjoyed hers). 

Mike's cock pulsed at the thought of his wife spending all night with Biff. Jen had a major cum face on, it would take a lot to satisfy her. Biff was young, he probably had the stamina to go multiple times. How many times would Jen cum on his cock? How much time would the sophomore spend in her exquisite pussy? Over the course of a night, would it be measured in minutes or hours? What shape would his wife's pussy be in when she finally came back to him. Mike was small, below average. Would Biff ruin her for him?

Mike felt the lust of cuckold angst as he said "I'm good with that. But he has to be gone before Anna wakes up."

Jen looked relieved. "Of course baby," she said rubbing his chest again. "He'll be gone way before that." Then she stroked Mike's erection again. "Anyway, I want some of this tonight too mister."

Mike smiled weakly at Jen. He knew she would barely feel him inside her after a night with Biff. It occurred to him that they didn't know if Biff was well endowed. At least, he didn't. Jen probably did, she always seemed able to pick the well-hung guys. Voicing his thoughts, Mike grinned and asked "So does Biff pass your hands and toilet roll test?"

Jen grinned at the memory of her high school test for measuring a man's endowment. "I'm pretty sure," she answered, having checked out Biff from afar for the last 6 months. "That turns you on right?" she asked wrapping her arms around Mike's neck and giving him a kiss.

"Yeah, that he's bigger than me," Mike admitted.

Jen giggled. It never ceased to amaze her that, because of his C-fantasies, her husband seemed to relish having a small penis. 

"You better get going," Jen told Mike, rubbing his chest again. 

"You want to get back to Biff," Mike said stating the obvious.

"Yeah I do," Jen said with a giggle. "I want you to tell me all about your trip."

"Okay, later," Mike said.

"Yeah, later," Jen agreed.

Jen walked back to Biff. "You didn't pick up another girl while I was away?" she said teasingly as she sat on the stool and crossed her long legs. "You're not as much a player as I thought."

Biff grinned uncertainly. He'd thought hard while Jen was away but still couldn't figure out what was going on. Was she really hitting on him? Maybe she was just being friendly, her flirting due to the Cosmopolitans (she seemed to be tipsy from the alcohol). Yeah she was superhot and he'd love to get into her pants, but he couldn't risk making a move on her. If he was reading things wrong it could mean the end of his career before it even started.

Jen knew her lipstick was smudged due to kissing Mike. She took out a small round container of pink lip gloss from her purse. She dabbed a bit on her finger, then used her finger to apply the gloss to her lips. Biff couldn't help watching of course, and Jen took her time so as to give the 19 year old a good show. After she was done, she wiped her finger on a napkin and dropped it next to her martini glass. Biff found himself staring at the sexy pink smudges of the lipstick on the napkin.

Somewhere in his brain Biff registered that Jen was talking to him. "What?" he said stupidly, finally pulling his eyes from the napkin. Not able to help himself, his eyes focused on Jen's lips. The pink lipstick fit Jen with her long blonde hair, blue eyes and angelic face. Jen didn't have super full lips (nothing like Angelina Jolie), but the lip gloss emphasized what she had, and it gave her lips a wet sexy look. Biff couldn't stop from staring at Jen's lips and mouth.

"Hello, Earth to Biff," Jen said with a smile in her voice.

"What?" Biff said again, finally tearing his eyes from Jen's mouth.

"Can I give you some advice?" Jen said with a laugh. "When you're talking to a girl, look at her eyes, not her mouth."

"Oh uh ...," Biff stammered, his cheeks turning deep red.

"Unless you're hitting on her," Jen said.

"What?" Biff said confused.

Jen gave Biff a sly smile. "Are you hitting on me Biff?" she asked in a half serious voice.

"No, god, Ms. Andrews, I mean Jen, I'm not," Biff stammered, completely off balance now.

"It's okay Biff," Jen said with another laugh. Squeezing his leg again, she said "If you call me Ms. Andrews again I'm going to have to hurt you."

Biff gave Jen a weak embarrassed smile. He didn't fail to notice that Jen touched his leg again. Again!

"But you know ...," Jen said as if thinking. Coming to a decision, she crossed her arms and said "Okay, go ahead, hit on me."

"What?" Biff said, really confused now.

"Make a move on me," Jen said with a grin. "You're a player right? Scored with 8 girls. I want to see what you've got."

Biff looked bewildered at Jen. Was she serious?

As if reading his mind, Jen said "I'm serious, I want to see your moves. Wait." She gulped down the rest of her Cosmo and ordered another one from the bartender. "Okay, go ahead," she said. She was slurring her words now, and only part of it was pretend. Jen was petite, so she couldn't help getting tipsy from 2 Cosmos.

Biff looked at the girl sitting across from him. Jennifer Andrews was gorgeous, probably the prettiest girl he ever met. She was incredible sexy with those long legs and tight ass (and her tits in that pink bra looked really good too).

Jen was definitely halfway drunk, and had just ordered another Cosmo. Biff knew the advantages of alcohol. Four of those 8 girls - maybe 5 - had been drunk when he got into their pants. It wasn't rape, no one was complaining - but the alcohol clearly lowered the chicks' inhibitions.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 15



Now here was Jen, a super hottie, flirting with him and tipsy on vodka. This might be his only chance in his life to get inside Jennifer Andrews' pants. He should go for it! Even if he was reading things wrong, Jen wouldn't say anything, she had more to lose than him.

"Okay, so you want me to show you my moves," Biff said as he mustered up his courage.

"Ah yeah, I've said that like 3 times," Jen said with a sarcastic "hello!" tone of voice.

Biff frown at Jen. Her bitchy, challenging attitude was getting to him. But he was getting used to it so he found himself not as intimidated as before.

"So, I'd start by buying you a drink," Biff said.

"I've already got a drink," Jen said dismissively as her new Cosmo (her 3rd) arrived.

Biff frowned again. More of that bitchy attitude. "Okay, I'd tell you how hot you are," Biff said.

"Not bad, girls like compliments," Jen said, but her tone was still dismissive. "But words only go so far."

"I've only started," Biff said sounding miffed.

"Well hurry up," Jen said taking another big gulp of the Cosmo. She leaned in close to Biff and said "Here's the thing Biff," she said slurring her words. "I AM hot. I can have any man I want. Trust me, I know. If you want me, you have to take me. Are you man enough for that?" 

Biff was taken aback by Jen's words. He'd been drinking too, matching Jen's Cosmos with his Coronas. With his inhibitions and good sense lowered by alcohol, he said angrily "God you're a bitch."

Jen smiled. "That's better," she said.

Her words made Biff even angrier. "You want to know what I'd do if you weren't my boss?" he said challengingly.

"Yeah I want to know," Jen said with the same challenging voice.

"I'd do this," Biff said as he grabbed Jen's stool and pulled her close to him.

Jen giggled delightedly like she was on an amusement park ride. Then she said tauntingly "That's all?"

"I'd do this," Biff said roughly pulling her into his arm. 

Now their faces were so close their lips almost touched. Serious now, Jen said "That's all?"

Biff pulled Jen's face to his and kissed her. She let him. In fact, she kissed Biff back. They made out. Finally Jen pulled away. They were both panting.

"That's all?" Jen whispered, looking into Biff's eyes.

Emboldened, Biff reached up and put a hand on Jen's breast. He fondled her through her blouse and bra. Jen's eyelids got heavy and her lips part as he thumbed her nipple.

"Folks, come on," the bartender said disapprovingly, noticing how the couple was drawing the attention of the people at the bar and adjacent restaurant.

Biff continued to fondle Jen, ignoring the bartender. Jen made no move to push Biff's hand off her breast. Breathing hard, she whispered hoarsely "That's all?"

Biff moved his other hand to Jen's thigh. He pushed his fingers between her crossed legs, towards her pussy.

Finally Jen stopped him. She abruptly stood up, pushing his hands away. She moved closer and pressed her body against his. As she did she cupped his erection. She needed to check.

It only took a moment. Yeah, he was big enough. He had the manhood to satisfy her.

Jen threw bills on the bar, flashing the bartender a brief thank you (and apologetic) smile. She grabbed Biff's hand and led him out of the bar.

Jen noticed all the people staring as they made their way to the exit. She didn't see anyone she knew, which was a good thing since her intentions would've been clear to even a blind man. She was going to fuck a guy who was clearly younger, too young to be her husband.

But even if people she knew had been there, Jen didn't care (at least at that moment). She was too out of control, too horny! God she needed fucked! And the fact she was about to ravage a 19 year old sooo turned her on! She felt like such a cougar and it was sooo exciting!

In the taxi Jen was all over Biff. She pulled his hair hard and looked into his eyes. "I like fucked rough, can you do that?" she asked challenging.

"Yeah, yeah," Biff promised, his hands exploring Jen's body over her clothes.

"Don't ask, take what you want," she said pulling even harder on his hair. "Can you do that? Can you give me that?"

"Yeah," Biff said. He pushed her hands away and pulled her to him, covering her lips with his and forcing his tongue down her throat. "Yeah, like that, like that," Jen thought as she let Biff kiss and fondle her.

At the loft apartment Jen led Biff into the master bedroom she shared with Mike. "What about your husband?" Biff asked warily.

"Don't worry, he's away," Jen said going with their story. "Stay here, I have to tell the babysitter she can go home."

Jen closed the door to the master bedroom and went into Anna's room. Mike was there with Anna. The baby was sound asleep.

"What took so long?" Mike asked. He looked bothered and impatient, but excited too.

"You always think it's so easy," Jen said with an exasperated laugh. She softly stroked Mike's cheek to take the sting out of her words. Then she walked over to their daughter. "How's Anna?"

"She's good," Mike said. "I gave her a bath after Maggie left. We read books until she fell asleep."

"You're such a good father," Jen said stroking Mike's cheek again. 

"Biff's in the bedroom?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I should go back," Jen said. "I'll crack the door open."

"Okay," Mike said eagerly.

"I feel wild Mike," Jen confessed, rubbing his chest again. "It might get wild tonight."

"You know I like you out of control," Mike said honestly.

Jen looked again at her husband, giving him a weak smile. Then she went back to her 19 year old intern and soon to be lover.

In the master bedroom, Biff looked unsure how to start. Jen sat on the edge of the bed as Biff stood. She gave him a sexy smile as she curled a finger into his belt and pulled him towards her. "Take off your shirt," she told him.

Biff smiled, clearly relieved that Jen (his boss) was taking control. Jen eagerly watched as Biff unbuttoned his shirt and his chest came into view. Jen liked what she saw. Being on the crew team definitely made his body lean and hard. She ran her hands up his chest, tracing along the ridges of his six pack and outline of his well-defined pectorals. Jen had a thing for athletes and his young strong body was getting her so hot!

Not able to control herself, Jen abruptly pulled Biff onto the bed, onto his back (his feet were still on the floor). She excitedly ran her hands up and down his muscular chest as she kissed him. "You've got a nice body Biff," she told him between kisses.

"You haven't seen the best part yet," Biff joked (but he was serious).

"I'm getting to that," Jen said with a laugh.

Jen slid onto the floor. She got on her knees, between his legs. She ran her palms up his legs, moving past his knees and up his thighs towards his manhood outlined in his pants. She grinned at him and said "I bet you never thought you'd see me here." 

"Yeah," Biff said, getting up on his elbows and looking at his beautiful boss on her knees between his legs. "It's hot though."

"Yeah, it's hot," Jen agreed, dizzy with lust. She was 29 years old, married and a mother, the boss at work. Yet here she was, submissively on her knees between the legs of her young, 19 year old intern. This scene was so freaking hot she could barely breathe!

Jen put her hands on Biff's crotch. He felt big. "Nice Biff," she said approvingly. All Biff could do was nod.

Jen reached up and unbuckled his belt. She undid the snap, then pulled down his zipper. Gripping the waistband of his jeans she pulled down. Biff helped by raising his butt.

Jen pulled Biff's jeans down, pulling his shorts down at the same time. She stopped when his cock popped into view. 

Jen's eyes focused on his manhood. Biff definitely passed the hands/toilet roll test, but he wasn't huge. Jen smiled inside, thinking that seemed right. No one named Biff should have a huge cock.

Jen took his cock into her hands, feeling his hardness, the heat of his passion. "Nice Biff," she said to her young intern.

Jen took her hands off his cock. She spit on her palms, then she wrapped her fingers around his shaft again. She slowly stroked him up and down. Biff moaned and rolled his head back. 

As Jen stroked her young lover she thought of her husband. Was he watching? She looked over her shoulder at the door. The crack in the door was dark but she thought she saw a person there. Mike. He was watching. Well, of course he was. He got off on this.

At that moment Jen felt like a vamp, a dominating cougar. She was in control, not Biff and certainly not Mike. Jen had a submissive streak - it was more than a streak actually - but at that moment she was the alpha in the room. She said to the door, to Mike, "Don't touch yourself."

"What?" Biff asked not understanding.

"Nothing," Jen said turning back to him from the door. She lowered her head and took Biff's cock into her mouth.

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Mike was slowly stroking himself when he heard Jen say "Don't touch yourself." 

It surprised him. Jen had never said that before. Was she worried he'd cum too fast? But why would she care, she had Biff?

The fact was, Mike enjoyed stroking himself as he watched Jen with another man. He knew the right pace and pressure to keep himself on the edge without cumming. So he enjoyed playing with himself as he watched, it increased his pleasure. If he couldn't touch himself it wasn't as enjoyable for him, it was like denying him pleasure.

But Jen had clearly told him not to touch himself. She must have something in mind. A new angle on their game? Mike was intrigued, but he wanted to cum too. He knew he could cum now and still be ready for Jen later.

Reluctantly, Mike put his cock back into his pants.

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"Fuck, fuck!" Biff moaned as Jen bopped her head on his cock. He warned Jen "I'm gonna fucking cum!"

Jen took him out of her mouth and said "Go ahead and cum. Cum on my face." She pointed his cock at her open mouth as she rapidly stroked him.

Hearing his beautiful boss say "cum on my face" jolted Biff over the edge. He clawed at the sheets as his body jerked upwards. "Oh fuck!" he screamed as he had a massive orgasm.

Milky sperm exploded from Biff's cock. Jen took the first spurt into her mouth, but the second and third splashed across her lips, nose and cheeks, even some in her eye and her hair.

"Oh god you cum a lot," Jen said with an astonished smile on her face. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her face was covered with Biff's cum. "Not exactly suitable for the office," she joked.

"No," Biff agreed. He had a stupid smile on his face. His boss, Jennifer Andrews, just blew him! And his jizz was all over her pretty face! He couldn't stop smiling, he felt so full of himself.

"Let me clean up," Jen said getting to her feet. Biff was surprised when Jen opened the bedroom door instead of the bathroom door. "I'll be right back. Stay here, I don't want my baby to see you."

Jen closed the door behind her. She found Mike a few feet away. She took his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and smashed her lips against his.

Mike recoiled at the wetness of Biff's sperm on Jen's lips and face. He pushed away but Jen held him tight. After a few moments Mike gave into it and made out with his wife. He tasted the male muskiness of Biff's seed on Jen's lips and inside her mouth.

Jen finally pulled away from Mike, panting. She looked at her husband's face. Now, like hers, his face was wet with Biff's cum. She almost came at the sight, a moan escaping her lips as she looked at Biff's sperm on her husband's face.

"You're messy like me now," she whispered, her voice hoarse with excitement. With her finger she scooped cum off Mike's cheeks. She licked her finger, then cleaned Mike again. Jen did this repeatedly until her husband's face was clean.

"Now you clean me," Jen told Mike. As she had done, Mike used his finger to scoop Biff's cum off her cheek. He offered his finger to Jen, to lick it.

"No Mike, like how I did you," Jen said excitedly. She had a major cum face on. "Do it baby," her pretty face aglow with eager anticipation. "Do it for me."

Mike wasn't surprised by Jen's request. He didn't want to do it, creampies weren't part of his fantasy. But he'd done things before for Jen, worse things. With a resigned look on his face, he reluctantly licked Biff's cum off his finger.

"That's it baby," Jen said eagerly, a delighted sparkle in her eyes. "Do it again, clean me." She moaned as Mike scooped another dollop of Biff's cum off her face and swallowed it.

"God honey," she moaned. "Wait." She unbuttoned and unzipped her skinny jeans, then pushed Mike's hand into her panties. "Do it again, and touch me."

Jen's blue eyes were excitedly locked on Mike's reluctant face as he scooped more of Biff's sperm onto his finger then licked it off. At the same time, with his other hand, he fingered her pussy and rubbed her clit.

Suddenly Jen groaned and her body shuddered. She arched up on her tiptoes and frantically hugged Mike's arm as she came all over his hand. Her body convulsed as her massive orgasm seemed to go on and on.

"Oh god, oh god," Jen panted as she collapsed into her husband's chest. "Thank you, thank you," she gushed.

When she recovered, she got a wet towel and lovingly cleaned her face and Mike's. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You're the best lover ever," she gushed. 

Jen snaked her hand between their bodies to his crotch. "You're not playing with yourself right?" she said with a crooked grin.

"No," Mike said, feeling a mix of emotions.

Jen sensed his conflict, his hurt. "It's okay baby," she assured him. "You're so freaking awesome." She kissed him again before moving back to Biff. "I'll be back soon. I'm almost done with him."

Mike doubted that. Jen had barely started with Biff, she even still had her clothes on. He knew from experience she would be with Biff for hours, maybe all night long (but before Anna woke up he hoped). But Mike nodded, knowing when Jen got so sexed up like this he had little influence over her. After all, he DID like seeing her out of control.

Jen found Biff on the bed, fully nude, stroking himself. He was already hard again. "I'm ready for round 2" he said with a silly smile on his face.

Jen smiled weakly at him as she sat on the edge of the bed. She suddenly wished Biff was gone. Yes, seducing a 19 year old - her intern! - was exciting in a taboo sort of way. Biff was cute and had a nice body, and it was fun being the dominating cougar. 

But all this wasn't really her. She'd had to taunt Biff so he would make a move on her, but she didn't like being the aggressor. She liked being the one pursued, being taken, being forced to submit to a confident, aggressive man. 

Jen had been with younger guys before of course. Jamie (and his then-virgin brother), barista boy ... Those times had been fun but, like Biff, they weren't so appealing now. Maybe it was because Jen was approaching the big 3-oh. A college sophomore like Biff just didn't do it for her like before.

A big reason she picked Biff was she thought it would excite Mike if she seduced someone so young (and someone she worked with). Now she wished she set things up differently. If Mike was in bed with them it would be more exciting. She grinned inside. Way more exciting. But she suspected the young, still naive Biff would freak if Mike was there.

She wrapped her hand around Biff's cock and stroked him. While not huge, it was impressive. He certainly had enough to take care of the ache in her pussy. So Jen decided to make the most of tonight. Also, she wanted to give her husband a good show. It was THEIR game after all.

Biff hesitantly reached up and cupped Jen's tits. "Are you going to take this off?" he asked timidly.

Jen gave Biff another weak smile. He was getting a little bolder, but his question had come out like "May I have another cookie ma'am?" Biff might eventually grow up to be a confident man, but he certainly wasn't there yet.

"Hey listen, we need to talk about something," Jen said as she continued to lightly stroke Biff's shaft. "Don't talk about this at work okay?"

"I won't," Biff said immediately.

"It's just, I know there are rumors about me," Jen said. "A lot of them are true," she admitted with a laugh. "But if you tell people we hooked up it'll be a hassle for me."

"I won't say anything Ms. Andrews - um, Jen," Biff sputtered.

"I said I'd hurt you," Jen teased, smiling and squeezing his shaft (hard but not too hard). Biff gave an embarrassed smile back.

"Can I ask you something?" Biff said, his curiosity overcoming his nervousness. 

"Go ahead," Jen said with a laugh. She knew this was probably not good.

"Did you have a thing with Scott?" Biff asked.

Jen frowned. "Is that what Scott says?" she asked.

"You know, guys talking in the break room," Biff said evasively, not wanting to rat on Scott. Biff admired Scott a lot, in some ways even more than Jen. He was curious but didn't want to get Scott in trouble.

Jen gave Biff a look. Then she said (just as evasively), "Things happen in advertising." 

She was annoyed at Scott. She knew her affairs were well known secrets at work, and she didn't really care what people said about her. She was pretty much bullet proof at work and if anything the rumors enhanced her standing (this was advertising after all). But Scott shouldn't openly talk about it. Was he so immature he had to brag to college interns? 

Jen had been head over heels with Scott once, and he'd been the focal point of their game a few times since then. But at that moment Jen knew she would never do anything with Scott again. 

Then a thought occurred to her. A way to get back at Scott. Glancing at the crack in the door, she knew it would excite Mike too.

"Wait here," she told Biff. Jen went into her walk-in closet. She striped off her clothes. She put on stockings, a g-string and high heels. Then she searched in her lingerie drawer. She found it and pulled it out. 

It was a pink bustier. Scott's bustier. Well, not Scott's anymore. Tonight it was Biff's.

Biff's eyes went wide when Jen came out of the closet. "God," he groaned at the sight of her. She looked like the hottest Victoria Secrets model imaginable!

Jen moved close to Biff. "Scott gave me this," she said, taking his hands and putting them on the bustier. 

Biff's head spun with lust as he felt the silky material and hard ribbing underneath. "God you're so sexy," he gushed looking at Jen in awe.

"You can tell Scott I wore this for you," Jen told him as she pulled his hands up to her breasts. "But just Scott okay?"

"Okay," Biff promised. He was practically salivating at the sight of Jen.

Jen pulled the bustier down, exposing her breasts to Biff's eyes. "You like?" she asked with a sly smile.

"God," Biff moaned as he looked at his boss's small yet perfect breasts for the first time, her incredible body reducing his vocabulary to one syllable words.

"Come here honey," she said taking Biff's head in her hands. She pulled his lips to her nipples.

Jen rolled her head back as Biff sucked her ultra-sensitive nipples. She glanced over her shoulder at the crack in the door, knowing Mike was watching. She mouthed "I love you" at her husband as Biff worked on the part of her body most sensitive next to her clit.

Biff ran his hands all over the bustier as he licked and sucked Jen's nipples. He had seen movies and pictures of girls dressed in lingerie and high heels of course, but he'd never actually been with a girl dressed that way. Up to that point in his life he'd only been with girls his age, and they mostly wore jeans and plain cotton bras all the time (although most nowadays wore thongs). He'd never been with any girl as sexy as Jen, not even close.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 15



Jen had a major cum face on as Biff practically worshipped her breasts and nipples. She needed him inside her! She crawled on the bed, onto her hands and knees. With heavy lidded eyes she looked over her shoulder at Biff. "Fuck me like a dog," she told him. "You can do that, right Biff?"

"Yeah, yeah," Biff said eagerly. He hurriedly got on his knees behind Jen.

"Condom Biff," Jen told him.

"Okay, yeah," Biff said. He reached for his pants and pulled a condom from his wallet. He frantically rolled the sheath on his shaft. As he did Jen reached behind and pulled the g-string down to her knees.

Biff positioned himself behind Jen again. That's when he saw the tribal tattoo on Jen's lower back just above the crack of her tight ass. "God" he moaned as he looked at the sexy tattoo.

"What's taking so long?" Jen asked impatiently. "Do it Biff."

"Okay okay," Biff said. He worriedly added "I might not be able to last long."

"Just do it Biff."

Biff took his cock in his hand. He adjusted so his cockhead touched Jen's pussy lips. Then he pushed into Jen's body.

"Oh god," Biff groaned as his shaft penetrated his boss's body. Jen wasn't super tight like the almost virgins at NYU, but her pussy felt amazing, so silky and smooth around his cock. He'd never felt anything so good!

Jen pushed back against him. "Come on," she said, the words coming out like an irritated whine, wanting fucked so bad.

"Okay okay," Biff said. He took Jen's slim hips in his hands and began moving back and forth. "God I'm really doing it, I'm fucking my boss" the 19 year old thought incredulously to himself.

But Biff couldn't last. Jen was too sexy and her pussy felt too good. After fucking less than a minute Biff lurched and came into the condom. 

"Oh god I'm sorry," Biff lamented as he softened.

"That's okay," Jen said. She smiled at Biff but inside she was dying. God she so needed fucked long and hard! She needed an orgasm!

Biff pulled out. Feeling self-conscious, he took off the cum soaked condom and rolled it in a tissue. "Did you cum?" the 19 year old asked hopefully.

"Seriously?" Jen thought to herself. But she didn't say that of course. She gave Biff an encouragingly smile and took the condom from him. "You have another one right?"

"Uh ... yeah," Biff said surprised.

Giving Biff a sly smile, Jen pulled her hair back then went down on her young intern. She used all her oral tricks and after a few minutes Biff was hard again. "Thank god for teenagers," Jen thought to herself.

This time Jen mounted him on top. She could control things better this way. She pulled Biff's hands up to her breasts as she moved up and down his shaft. "Squeeze my nipples Biff," she told him as she rode him hard. "Harder Biff, harder."

"Yeah, yeah," Jen panted as she felt an orgasm build. "Please don't cum," she silently pleaded. Just a little longer ...

"Ugh god!" Jen groaned as her orgasm hit. Her head rolled back and her back arched as orgasmic pleasure flooded her body. 

The amazing beauty of Jen's face as she came pushed Biff over the edge (her convulsing pussy helped too). Jen collapsed onto Biff's muscular chest as she came down from her orgasm. 

Jen looked at Biff as she panted into his face. Normally after cumming she liked snuggling and kissing her lover. But - now satiated - it felt awkward to do that with her young intern.

Jen pulled off Biff's softening cock, being careful not to pull off the condom. Biff took off the condom and added it to the tissue on the side table.

Biff felt more confident now. He made Jen cum! Also, he got off 3 times! He felt like a fucking machine!

Biff gave Jen a confident grin and reached for her. He hoped to get more of his boss's sexy body. He was already getting hard again, what with Jen still in the pink bustier, stockings and high heels.

Jen gave Biff a polite smile and pulled away from his hands. She originally intended to spend more time with Biff, maybe most of the night. But now, having cum twice, she lost interest in Biff. Yeah he was good looking and had a nice body. But he was too young and too timid. Also, frankly, he was at best an average lover. 

"You better get going," Jen said. "Mike will be home soon."

"I thought he was traveling," Biff said.

"Yeah but ah, sometimes he comes home early," Jen said thinking fast. She added with a whisper "I don't want my daughter to wake up and see you here."

"Okay," Biff said clearly disappointed. He got dressed.

"You'll keep quiet right?" Jen asked as she walked him to the door.

"Yeah," Biff said. "As long as I can tell Scott ..." he thought to himself.

"Here, a souvenir," Jen said with a giggle. She put her g-string in his hand. 

"Can I kiss you?" Biff asked with puppy dog eyes. He was clearly crushing on his boss. 

"You better not, my daughter," Jen said whispering again. Wanting to throw the poor boy a bone, she pecked him on the cheek. "We'll talk tomorrow, okay?" she said. She pressed her finger against his lips. "Remember your promise."

After closing the door behind Biff, Jen whispered into the seemingly empty apartment "Mike?"

Mike appeared from their coat closet. He walked up to his wife and stroked the pink bustier. "You wore this for him?" he asked, clearly turned on.

"Yeah," Jen said with a giggle. "You like that?"

"What will Scott say?" Mike asked as he stroked the pink satin.

"I don't care," Jen said dismissively. She clutched Mike's hands. "What do you say?"

Mike pulled his wife into his arms and kissed her open mouth. He pushed his tongue down her throat. "I can taste his cum in your mouth," he said, the words coming out like a moan.

"I can taste his cum in your mouth too," Jen said giggling. She laughed seeing Mike's immediate frown. "I know you like it," she said reaching down and cupping his erection. He was so hard!

"I don't know," Mike said doubtfully.

"Mike baby, you can't fool me, I know what you like," Jen said confidently. 

Mike frowned and was about to respond when they heard Anna crying. "I'll get her," Jen said. She playfully poked a finger in her husband's chest. "Don't try to fool me mister," she said.

Jen pulled on a robe and went to comfort her daughter. She sat on the bed and snuggled Anna. "It's alright honey, just a bad dream," she said soothingly to her toddler.

Anna played with Jen's robe. "Pretty mommy," Anna said when she saw the pink bustier. She touched the satin. "Soft," she said.

"I like wearing pretty things for daddy," Jen said giving Anna a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Fancy shoes too?" Anna asked looking at her mother's feet. Anna called high heels "fancy shoes."

"Yeah, daddy likes when mommy wears fancy shoes," Jen said.

"Oh," Anna said, as if her mother's words were the key to the universe. But the meaning wasn't important to Anna. All that mattered was mommy was doing nice things for daddy. For a baby like Anna, all that mattered was mommy and daddy were happy and together.

Jen rocked Anna until she fell back asleep. Then she went back to Mike, dropping the robe along the way.

She found him on the bed. She undressed him, then straddled his hips. "You're saying you didn't like it?" she asked continuing their conversation. She touched his erection. "It looks like you liked it."

"I haven't cum yet," Mike said. 

"Poor baby," Jen teased with a giggle, clearly pleased he did as she said and didn't play with himself.

Mike frowned. He had so many questions and sometimes their conversations seemed to go around in circles. "Why do you like it so much?" he asked.

"You know I like making you do things," Jen said. 

"But why?" Mike asked. She'd said that before but never explained it.

"I don't know," Jen said honestly. She leaned over and kissed his chest. "Why do you like seeing me with other guys?"

That shut Mike up. He was obsessed with their game, but couldn't really explain why it excited him so much.

Starting to feel bad, Jen kissed Mike's chest again. "Do you really hate it? I didn't go too far tonight." She was talking about times she'd manipulated Mike to lick another man's cock, to even suck another man. Compared to that tonight had been tame. 

Thinking of those times, Mike's cock jerked.

Jen felt the movement and gave Mike a smile. "See?" she told him.

"That doesn't mean anything," Mike insisted. He said again "I haven't cum yet."

Jen sighed. "I know you're not gay," she assured him. "It's just ... I don't know ... taboo. Like girls making out. You like seeing that right?"

"Yeah," Mike was forced to admit.

"So what's the difference?" Jen asked.

"You like it," Mike said.

"Oh you think so?" Jen said with a laugh. Such a typical male answer. "I do it to turn guys on. To turn you on. I don't really like it."

"You fucked Keri," Mike pointed out.

"I kinda had to, I was trying to win Google," Jen reminded him.

"But you liked it," Mike said.

"Yeah, but ..." Jen began with an embarrassed laugh. Then she repeated "I kinda had to."

Then Mike got it. It was the situation. Jen wanted the Google account. She fucked Keri to get it. Being forced - forced to fuck, forced into submissiveness - that turned Jen on.

"If you really hate it I won't do it again," Jen said. Then she added "But I think you like it."

"I don't," Mike said with an embarrassed laugh.

"Baby, I get you don't like it," Jen said stroking his chest. "If you liked it, it wouldn't be as exciting."

Mike frowned at the paradox. Before he could respond Jen added "But it doesn't suck right?"

Mike couldn't help laughing at the double entendre. Jen realized what she said and laughed too. She leaned over and kissed him again. "You got off on it," she whispered to him. Mike knew she was talking about that time with Mal. "I fantasize about that all the time."

"You do?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said, an excited sparkle in her eye. She stroked his cheek. "When he came on your face."

Mike jerked his face away from her hand. He cock was throbbing.

"I get you hated it," Jen whispered. "You did it for me. Because you love me. Right?"

Mike didn't say anything. He was so close to cumming. If Jen flicked her finger across his shaft he'd explode, but then he'd get no pleasure out of it (it would be like a ruined orgasm).

"I do things for you I don't like, like ..." Jen thought about it. Then she saw the tissue on the side table. She opened the tissue and showed Mike the 2 spent condoms. One held more cum than the other. She picked that one up, holding it from the open side so the cum didn't spill out. "Like, I'd swallow Biff's cum if you wanted. I wouldn't like it, but I'd do it if you wanted. Do you?"

Mike couldn't answer. He could barely breathe. 

"If you want I'll pour his cum on my face," Jen offered. "Do you want that?"

"Jen ..." Mike croaked out.

Jen lightly dragged the closed end of the semen-filling condom across Mike's chest. "If you want I'll push this into my pussy," she said. "I'll squeeze it so Biff's sperm gets inside me. Would that turn you on baby?"

"God Jen," Mike groaned. He was seconds from cumming.

Jen knew it too. She got off her husband and squeezed the base of his shaft. "Not so fast mister," she told him. Mike was still at the brink, but the painful constriction so close to his balls prevented him from cumming. "I do a lot of things to turn you on. I don't always like them. So sometimes you have to do things for me."

Mike nodded, still unsure.

Jen smiled at him. She saw the uncertainty in his face. But that was okay, it was part of the fantasy. Now that they were playing the game again, now that her nympho switch was back on, her fantasies from before were coming back ... of a dominant alpha man doing things to Mike. And to her. Making them both do things, pushing their boundaries. 

"Sometimes I feel out of control," Jen said, just as excited as Mike now, practically dizzy with lust. "You need to stop me if I go too far."

Mike finally broke his silence. "I like when you're out of control," he said giving her an encouraging smile.

Jen smiled at him. He always made her feel good about herself, no matter what she did. "You need to cum huh?" she asked. She was hot again, she wanted Mike's tongue on her clit. But it was his turn.

"Yeah," Mike said. "Why did you tell me not to play with myself?"

"I don't know," Jen said honestly. The idea just popped in her head and she went with it. She thought of Stacy putting Jim in a cage. Was that it? To control Mike's orgasms? But she'd never put her husband in a cage. Never ever.

"It's time to take care of you mister," Jen told him with a sly smile. "Remember, I do things for you I don't really like."

"Like what?" Mike asked.

"Like this," Jen said. She moved down until her pretty face was under Mike's balls. Then she licked his asshole as she stroked his cock. Mike groaned at the exquisite feel of his wife's soft tongue probing and rimming his tender ass. Moments later he erupted in a glorious orgasm.

The next morning as they dressed Jen said "Remember I'm going on a fund raiser this week."

"You're going with Frank?" Mike asked giving her an excited mischievous smile. "Any potential there?"

"He's hot," Jen admitted with a giggle. "But too complicated. He's still friends with my parents, too risky."

Mike shrugged noncommittally. He thought it was doable. Just get Frank to agree not to say anything, why was that so hard? He said "You had fun at the party?"

"Yeah, his apartment's amazing," Jen gushed. "He has an amazing view of Central Park. He showed me his art collection."

"How was it?" 

"Freaking awesome," Jen gushed, her blue eyes sparkling from the memory.

"I'm surprised he didn't hit on you."

"He kind of did," Jen admitted with a grin.

"You didn't go for it?" Mike asked.

"I'm not that much a slut," Jen said with a laugh. "There were people there ..."

"But you would have otherwise?" Mike said, pressing.

"I don't know," Jen said evasively. She frowned at her husband. "Stop pressuring me Mike," she snapped.

"Okay, sorry," Mike said, giving Jen a frown back.

Jen felt bad. Especially after last night when they talked about exploring new things. Frank was definitely hot. He had the confident alpha guy thing going. Her school girl crush kind of made it taboo which added to the excitement. Frank was a widower so no moral issues there. She clearly had the green light from Mike. So why was she holding back?

"So you'd be okay with it, if something happened?" Jen asked kind of shyly. 

"Definitely," Mike said, his eyes lighting up. He added encouragingly, "Your parents are workable. Frank spends most of his time here right? And you're not close to Sophie anymore."

"Yeah," Jen agreed, although she was still unsure. It was like Mike was ticking off the potential issues, offering solutions to them all. But for some reason the prospect of Frank Tower concerned her.

"Do you have condoms?" Mike asked, his eagerness apparent.

"Uh, yeah, I think so," Jen said with an awkward laugh. As a married couple they had the strangest conversations!

"How are you going to handle Biff?" Mike asked.

"What?" Jen said, confused at the abrupt change in subject (and men!). 

"He has a big crush on you," Mike pointed out.

"Don't worry, I can handle Biff," Jen assured him. If she could handle a man like Frank Tower, she certainly could handle the 19 year old intern. She already had an idea for handling Biff. A win-win. Or a win-win-win, Jen thought to herself with a giggle.

A little later, as they fed Anna, Mike said "I might see Jim while you're away."

"Oh," Jen said surprised. "You've worked out -."

"We're still friends," Mike told her. They had to be careful what they said with Anna right there.

"Oh, that's good," Jen said. Glancing at Anna and being careful with her words, she asked hesitantly "Will you, ah, see Stacy too?" She didn't want Mike to watch Stacy with her black lover. But how could she deny Mike from watching (it was just watching), given what he let her do? 

Mike read her mind. "Not without you there," he assured her.

Jen smiled at Mike, clearly relieved. The fact was, she didn't like the idea of her husband getting turned on by another women. Even if it was just watching.

"I'm actually rethinking Jim's idea," Mike told her.

"Oh," Jen said. She was surprised but not excited by the idea. 

Mike sensed her ambivalence. "You don't like the idea?" he asked.

Jen shrugged. She'd had a brief liaison with Jim - he came on to her and, thinking she had Mike's permission, she went down on Jim and he fingered her. But Jim's cuckold mannerisms had been a turn off. Mike had C fantasies too but, unlike with Jim, they didn't bother her. In fact they were a turn on, with his fantasies becoming hers. Of course, Jen loved Mike, whereas Jim was just a casual friend.

"I guess I'm okay with it," she said.

Still somewhat conflicted about the idea and remembering their conversation from last night, Mike grinned and said "It's easier for me you're not thrilled with the idea."

Jen grinned back. She moved to Mike's side and sat on his lap. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she smiled into his eyes and said "See, we do things for each other."

Mike wrapped his arms around Jen's waist. "Yeah, as long as it doesn't suck," he joked. They laughed at their inside joke.

Anna laughed too and bounced in her chair. She didn't understand what they were talking about. She just liked seeing her parents hugging and happy.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 16



[This chapter continues Book 2: Rivals]

"Oh god," Jen silently lamented the next day when she saw Biff. The young college sophomore had a silly grin on his face and followed her around like a lovesick puppy. He was majorly crushing on her!

Jen knew rumors would soon spread about last night. She didn't mind the rumors; with her reputation, probably a lot of people in the office already figured she was sleeping with her cute 19 year old intern. She actually was more concerned about Biff. It was flattering he had a crush on her (she was 10 years older after all), but she didn't want his internship to end with a broken heart. 

Jen had a plan though. It only took one phone call. As she suspected, it was easy.

With that done, Jen gazed out her window and reflected on her life. Here she was, less than six months from 30. Married, a mother, professionally successful. And, she had a big reputation for sleeping around. Biff had proved it last night when he asked about her affair with Scott. If he knew (a college intern) then everyone in her office knew. It wasn't just the office either. She had a reputation at Penn State, at home in Belmont, even around the neighborhood where she lived with Mike and Anna.

To her surprise, her slutty reputation didn't bother her. Or at least, it didn't bother her much. All she cared about was what Mike thought of her. And he thought she was sensual, he encouraged her affairs, he liked when she lost control. 

She remembered reading in college, something a President said (she couldn't remember which one). Something like "To people who don't matter it matters, to people who matter it doesn't matter." That's how it was. For Jen, the only person that mattered was Mike and to him she was a goddess. 

Later that day Biff came into her office. Jen knew it was trouble when he closed and locked the door behind him.

He moved close and hesitantly said "Last night was incredible." 

Jen's heart melted a little hearing the hesitancy in his voice. His love sick puppy dog eyes charmed her. God he looked young. And vulnerable. She didn't want to hurt him.

"Yeah, last night was awesome," Jen said giving him a smile. She gently added "But Biff, you know it was a one time thing right? I'm married, I have a baby."

"Oh," Biff said looking disappointed. He asked hopefully "We can't still see each other?"

Jen smiled weakly. Yeah, Biff had definitely heard the rumors about her affairs with Scott and Tom. Those relationships had lasted months. 

"No honey," Jen said gently. She ran her hand down his cheek consolingly. As she did her wedding ring sparkled in the sunlight as if to emphasize what she said next. "I'm married. Sometimes I fool around, but I love my husband."

"Oh," Biff said, looking down. He looked crushed.

Jen felt sorry for him, and guilty. She put her plan into effect. "I've set something up for you. For the last part of your internship. You'll intern for Google as Keri O'Reilly's assistant."

Biff's eyes lit up with surprise and excitement. But it was mixed with sadness and resignation. "You're getting rid of me right?"

"No, I'm rewarding you for being such a great intern. And a great guy," Jen said with another consoling stroke of his cheek. She added encouragingly "Biff honey, go to Silicon Valley. It's all paid for. Have fun, meet pretty Stanford girls. Then, when you go back to school, forget all about me."

"That'll be hard," Biff said with a crooked grin.

"I'm already taken Biff," Jen said giving him a kind smile. 

Biff left for San Francisco later that week. Jen knew Keri might seduce Biff. He was, after all, a real cutie (and what an ass!). And Keri was a bigger slut than her!

Keri might even keep Biff as a sometimes lover. She had them sprinkled throughout the world. But Keri would make sure it didn't get emotional with Biff. She was able to keep her distance that way with her lovers, whereas for Jen emotions seemed to be always part of it.

Why was that? Was it her? Or was it because Mike liked it that way? Probably both, Jen thought to herself. That was why their game was so exciting, and dangerous too.

Later that day Jen saw Scott eyeing her, like he wanted to talk. Jen grimaced. She didn't feel like dealing with Scott. She finished a few things and left work early. She had to pack, she had the fund raiser trip with Frank the next day.

"You'll be with Frank?" Mike asked later as he watched Jen pack.

"I won't be with him," Jen corrected. "We're doing events together."

"You'll be together," Mike pointed out.

"I guess," Jen said with a laugh as she carefully placed dresses in her suitcase. "Don't get ideas Mike. I told you, I don't feel comfortable doing anything with Frank."

"But you're hot for him right?" Mike said pressing. He definitely liked the idea. He got turned on by the taboo kinkiness of his wife having an affair with an older man from her childhood, the father of one of her school girl friends. Also given the age different, Mike wouldn't feel threatened by Frank. From his point of view, Frank Tower would be perfect as Jen's next lover.

"Mike ...." Jen said with an exasperated sigh. He was pushing so hard. She did think Frank was hot and the kinkiness of it all turned her on too. But something about Frank scared her. She couldn't put her finger on it, but her instincts were telling her not to start something with him.

"Should I give you another care package?" Mike said with a grin, referring to the time he slipped a package of stockings and condoms in his wife's suitcase before she hooked up with Carrington (when she was pitching for Universal Mortgage and Life).

"No I'm fine Mike," Jen said with an exasperated laugh.

"You have condoms, just in case?" he asked.

"I used to be a girl scout, I'm always prepared," Jen joked through a tight smile. She was getting annoyed at her husband.

Mike sensed her irritation. He put his arms around her waist and gently stroked her back. "I'm sorry I'm being pushy," he said looking into her eyes. "I'm just saying, I'm good if you want to do something on your trip. With whoever. It doesn't have to be Frank." He grinned and joked "I'm happy your nympho button is back on."

Jen frowned. The truth was, she WAS horny all the time now. But ....

"You're kinda making me feel like a slut," she said softly.

Mike immediately said "That's not –."

"I know you don't mean to," Jen said giving him a weak smile. "It's just ... I don't know ... I like the game. But it's got to work for me emotionally. Biff was fun. But now I have to deal with Scott, and Keri will give me shit for dumping him on her. It's not always easy to find people to play with."

"That's why Frank is perfect," Mike said encouragingly. "I get how you are baby, you need a relationship, not just a hookup. It's more exciting for me too when you have a boyfriend. Frank's perfect. He's single, you're attracted to him, there's chemistry."

"I don't know," Jen said uncertainly, feeling again her concerns about starting something with Frank. She was also worried about her husband. "You really want me to have a boyfriend again?"

"We both want to keep playing the game, right?" Mike said, brushing a loose strand of Jen's blonde hair from her pretty face. "It's easier when you have a steady boyfriend. More exciting too."

"Dangerous though," Jen said doubtfully.

"You know, it worked with Alex and Jamie," Mike pointed out. "It worked with Drums too. If Sapphire hadn't blown up in my face ...."

"Yeah," Jen said, pressing her cheek into Mike's chest and hugging him.

Mike kissed the top of her head, smelling the strawberry vanilla of her shampoo. "It did work," he said softly. "You broke up with Drums before Colin's party. I know there were lingering feelings. But we would've worked through them."

"Yeah we would have," Jen assured her husband. Whenever she broke up with a lover (a "boyfriend") she had feelings of sadness, loneliness, emptiness. But that was just being human right? Those feelings eventually went away. Well, maybe not completely. It was impossible to have such an intimate relationship with a guy without him becoming a part of you, if just a little. That was human too.

"Maybe we need to find you a new boyfriend," Mike suggested. 

Jen was silent for a moment. Then she said softly "Yeah, maybe."

***********************

"Ever done one of these?" Frank asked Jen the next day in Chicago as they approached the ballroom in the Monaco hotel where the fundraiser was taking place.

"No," Jen said with a nervous laugh. "I have no idea what to do."

"Here's my advice," Frank said. "Just smile and be charming."

"What?" Jen said surprised, put off by his statement. Was that his opinion of her, that all she was, was eye candy?

"I guess Leo didn't tell you," Frank said with a chuckle. 

"Tell me what?" Jen said warily.

"You're here because you run Jasmine's image campaign," Frank said. "But that's just part of it. The fact is, Jasmine wants you here because it shows she's reasonable and forgiving."

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"Mike and Jas split up. He went back to you," Frank explained. "Then Jas hires you. What does that say? It says she can work both sides of the aisle. She doesn't hold grudges, she's reasonable."

Jen stopped in her tracks, looking shocked. "So she's using me," she said angrily.

"Jasmine Kelly uses everyone," Frank said. He grinned. "She's good at it too."

"Mike broke up with Jasmine, did you know that?" Jen said. "It wasn't like her press release. It wasn't a mutual agreement." She did air quotes around "mutual." "Mike dump her. For me."

"Oh," Frank said. He was clearly surprised. "I didn't know that." Frank's eyes drifted to Jen's chest.

Jen's cheeks reddened. She'd always been insecure about her breasts. Mike said they were perfect, but they were small. Jasmine's were huge (and probably perfect too, she begrudgingly had to admit). Jen glared at Frank as his eyes lingered on her small bust. It was like he was thinking "What, Mike picked these tiny tits over Jasmine's?"

"What?" Jen growled.

"Nothing," Frank said, finally looking from her chest back to her face. He chuckled as if amused by Jen's reaction. "Listen, I told you Jas isn't one of my favorite people. I'd chose you over Jasmine too. Not even close."

"Whatever," Jen said, only partially mollified. "I don't know what I'm doing here. I can't believe I'm helping Jasmine Kelly."

"I thought you liked her politics," Frank said.

Jen shrugged. She was in no mood to say anything nice about Jasmine Kelly. Which was a bad thing since she was about to co-host a fundraiser for the bottle blonde bitch's campaign.

"I heard Jas did you and Mike a favor?" Frank continued.

"Yeah," Jen said, then she realized she didn't get a chance to ask Mike how the CATF meeting went. She felt guilty about that. She rationalized it was because they spent so much time talking about their game. But she knew that was a lame excuse because Mike always made the effort to ask how her job was going. 

Jen knew she was selfish. She'd always been that way. All her life, because of her striking good looks, she usually got what she wanted, especially from men. Especially from Mike. That didn't mean she loved him any less. She loved her husband with all her heart. But she guiltily knew she sometimes took Mike for granted. The fact was, though, Mike enabled her by always putting her on a pedestal.

"What was the favor?" Frank asked, intrigued.

Jen gave him an evasive shrug, not wanting to give Jasmine credit for anything. "So I'm supposed to just smile and look pretty?" she asked.

"You do that really well," Frank said with a smile, looking at her beautiful face. "Look, I'm just saying there's no pressure on you. I do these all the time. I can handle it."

"Okay, whatever," Jen said, feeling deflated. She felt like Frank was dismissing her, treating her like a little girl. That sparked something in her. She decided to show Frank she could carry her own weight.

For the next 3 hours Jen worked the room. She didn't know anyone there but that didn't matter to her. She poured on the charm and went into full-court turbo social butterfly mode. She told everyone who would listen how wonderful Jasmine Kelly was and how they should open their wallets and contribute tons of money to her campaign. She had to grit her teeth at first, but then it came easy because Jasmine's political and social views did mesh closely with Jen's. Before long Jen found herself talking passionately about Jasmine's positions and views.

Frank and Jen sat in the hotel bar after the fundraiser. His eyes were wide as he looked at the report. "We hit over 2 times our goal," he said amazed. "Almost 3 times."

"Good," Jen said simply as she sipped her white wine.

"It was you," Frank said giving Jen an admiringly look. "I watched you work the room. You were incredible."

"Thanks," Jen said, modestly looking down at her drink. Inside she was beaming! Hearing Frank's praise made her feel so good!

"I apologize for being so dismissive earlier," Frank said giving her an apologetic, lopsided grin. "I guess I still see you as Sophie's high school friend. I know how successful you've become. People say you're a marketing genius. It's just getting my head around that. I need to get passed seeing you as a teenager."

"That's okay," Jen said with a laugh, her head spinning from all the compliments. From Frank Tower no less!

"It doesn't help you still look like a teenager," Frank said, grinning as he gave Jen an up and down look.

"I'm almost 30," Jen pointed out, smiling back at Frank.

"You look like a college girl," Frank said. He eyed her, a curious look on his face. "Does that help or hurt?"

"In business?" Jen said. "It hurts sometimes. But helps too."

"Especially with men, right?" Frank said grinning. He looked down at Jen's lovely legs. "I saw you flashing some leg today."

"Men are so easy," Jen said with a laugh.

Frank gave Jen a look. So she wasn't opposed to using her body to get what she wanted?

Jen read his mind. "Hey, it was only a little leg," she said with a laugh. To emphasize her point, she playfully poked his calf with the stiletto of her high heel. 

Frank practically jumped in his chair. A flash of sexual excitement crossed his face. It was only a moment but Jen noticed. It was her turn to give Frank a look. Poking him with her high heel really got to him. She'd have to remember that.

Frank was still looking at Jen's legs. He was about to say something but then stopped.

"What?" Jen said looking curiously at him.

"Just something Sophie used to say," Frank said. "You always wear hose. Sophie said that wasn't the style. Of course she said that a few years ago."

"It's still not stylish, not really," Jen said. "Look at movie stars, they never wear hose even in the winter."

Frank looked curiously at Jen, as if waiting for her to explain more. 

"I used to hate wearing hose," Jen explain. "But Mike likes it."

"So you do it for him?"

"I wear my hair long, I use pink lipstick, I always wear high heels," Jen bemoaned. "Do you have any idea what it's like to wear 4 inch heels all day long?"

"I guess not," Frank said with a laugh. "So, if not for Mike, what would you do different?"

Jen thought a moment and then shrugged. "Wear my hair shorter I guess. Get a belly button ring. I don't know," she said with a laugh. "When you've been together so long, sometimes the line between me and us is fuzzy." She quickly added "That's a good thing."

"Yeah," Frank agreed with a chuckle. With a raised eyebrow he asked "Mike doesn't want you to get a belly button right?"

"I've never asked," Jen admitted. "He doesn't like body art or jewelry."

"So no tattoos?" Frank asked.

"I have a tattoo, on my back," Jen said. "I'd like another, behind my neck."

"But Mike won't let you," Frank said.

"It's not he won't let me," Jen said. "If he doesn't want it, I don't want it."

"But you said you do want it," Frank pointed out. 

"See, that's what I mean," Jen said with a laugh. "The fuzzy line between me and us."

"Yes, I see," Frank said with a laugh back. After a moment's hesitation he said "Sophie has a belly button ring. At least I think she still has it. I haven't seen her in a while."

"You don't talk to Sophie?" Jen asked.

"Not often," Frank said with a shrug, suddenly looking melancholy.

Jen felt bad for bringing his daughter up. Were they estranged? She was curious but didn't want to pry.

But Frank offered "We used to be close. All 3 of us. But when Sally died ... it was hard."

"God I'm sorry," Jen said reaching over and squeezing Frank's hand.

"I wasn't the best husband," Frank admitted through a forced grin. He hesitated. Then, as if making a decision, he said "I cheated on Sally. We never talked about it, but I think she knew. I stopped when she got sick. But it was too late."

For some reason, Jen wasn't surprised to hear Frank cheated on his wife. While he and his wife always seemed loving and close, Frank was always around pretty girls. But from her own experience, she knew that cheating didn't mean he didn't love her. "I'm sure Mrs. Tower knew you loved her," she said trying to make him feel better.

Frank gave Jen an appreciative smile, but his eyes said "how would you know?"

Jen saw his doubt. As if making her own decision, she admitted "I cheated on Mike. But he knows I love him. He forgave me."

Frank raised an eyebrow at Jen. Actually, her confession wasn't a surprise. He'd heard rumors about Jenny Johnson. Also he knew how the world worked. Jen was sexy and beautiful, incredibly so. He had no doubt she got hit on all the time, notwithstanding the wedding band around her finger. Frank knew all too well how easy it was to slip up. And once you had a taste of that forbidden nectar it was hard to go back. 

"I appreciate that Jenny," Frank said.

"I'm just saying, I'm sure if Mrs. Tower didn't say anything, she knew you loved her and she forgave you," Jen said earnestly.

"Thank you Jenny," Frank said giving her a tight smile. "Honestly I'm more worried about Sophie."

After a moment's hesitation, Jen offered, "I'll talk to Sophie, if you think that might help."

"You've lost touch too?" Frank asked.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. They exchanged Christmas greetings and spoke on Facebook sometimes, but otherwise she hadn't talked to Sophie in years.

"Thanks but I think no," Frank said. Forcing a grin he said "Things will work out eventually."

They decided to go to dinner after finishing their drinks. Jen was about to order another white wine when Frank said "How about a tequila?" He motioned to the drink menu. "They have an impressive selection here."

"Sure," Jen said, remembering how she enjoyed the tequila the other time with Frank. 

Frank didn't order just two shots, he ordered a whole bottle of tequila. Jen noticed the bottle was over $1000! Well, whatever. Jasmine could afford it, especially after today.

Frank insisted they drink the tequila neat. He said ice would dilute the flavor and reduce the intensity and nuances of the blue agave.

Jen found the tequila strong but delicious. By the time their entrees arrived they'd gone through over half the bottle. Jen was definitely feeling tipsy. Even Frank who drank tequila all the time was feeling the effects of the 90+ proof alcohol.

They laughed over shared memories of their hometown of Belmont, as well as silly "Jasmine-isms," like when Jasmine ordered a vegan week in the office to protest cruelty of farm animals. (While Jen laughed along with Frank, she actually agreed with Jasmine's position; it was just, Jasmine used a hammer when a light touch would be more effective.)

When they were both well lubricated, Frank (with a gleam in his eye) asked "Do you still cheat on Mike?"




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 16



Jen's smile disappeared. "No, I don't cheat on my husband," she said coldly.

"Sorry," Frank said, suddenly sobered by Jen's glare.

"Why would you ask me that?" Jen said tersely.

"Forget I said anything."

"No, tell me," Jen insisted, sensing he was holding back something.

Frank hesitated. Then he said with a shrug "I've heard rumors."

Jen was silent as she stewed over that. She knew she had a reputation and it was a small world. Colin probably talked. Jasmine probably talked too. Things got around. It was hard to deny. Jen didn't want Frank to think she was cheating on Mike. Mike wanted her to start something with Frank. She still had concerns about that. But if she did start something with Frank, it was important Frank knew she was doing this for Mike, it was the game they played together. 

"Sometimes I mess around," Jen admitted with a shrug. "But Mike knows about it. I'm not cheating."

Frank raised an eyebrow at that. "You have an open marriage?" he asked.

Jen thought of Jasmine and the bare legged interns at her office. The last thing she wanted was people thinking Mike had a free hall pass. "No, just me," she said. She added "That's the way Mike wants it."

Frank thought about it. He was definitely intrigued by this (who wouldn't be?). "Mike's into sharing you?"

"Something like that," Jen said.

"Does he watch?"

"I'm uncomfortable talking about this," Jen said.

"You brought it up," Frank pointed out.

Jen looked incredulously at him. "No, you did," she said an edge in her voice. To emphasize her point, she dug her high heel into his ankle.

Frank jerked like last time. "Please don't do that again," he said with an unsteady voice.

Jen shrugged and looked away. She knew she was pushing his buttons but didn't care. Frank was annoying her.

Frank took a long look at Jen. She was definitely gorgeous. He preferred brunettes (his wife Sally had auburn hair) but Jen with her long blonde hair, beautiful face and blue eyes looked like a glamour magazine model. And those long legs were to die for.

He definitely wanted to get Jen in bed. He'd wanted her for a long time. He remembered his affair with Paige back when she was in high school with Jen and Sophie. Paige had been fun, but Jenny Johnson was the real prize. 

Frank's reverie was interrupted when Jen abruptly got up and said "I'm going to my room."

Frank got up too and they went up the elevator together. When they arrived at Jen's floor, she stepped out of the elevator. Frank stepped out too and grabbed Jen's hand. He asked "Can I come to your room?"

Jen gave Frank a long look. She was still irritated with him, but ....

Impulsively, Jen reached up on her tiptoes and wrapped her arms around Frank's neck. She pressed her body against his and kissed him. 

Frank was momentarily startled but he quickly got over it. He wrapped his arms around Jen and kissed her back.

As they kissed, Jen ran her high heel up Frank's calf. Frank groaned into Jen's mouth as he felt the stiletto run up his leg.

Then Jen abruptly pulled away from Frank. Panting, Jen looked Frank in the eyes and said "No." She turned and went to her room.

**********************

Mike had free time between his morning and afternoon summer school classes. He took out his laptop and worked on the latest problem from Colonel Banks. Banks emailed him about 1 task each week. They were difficult but not impossible. It really all boiled down to logic and math. Sometimes it was hard to find the thread. But Mike was pretty good at discerning patterns. Once he found the thread – the starting point -- things usually fell into place. It was just math, and math was logical. One led to two, and two lead to three.

Mike had been working on the current problem for a couple days. He was having a hard time finding the thread, and he was getting frustrated. His thoughts drifted to Jen. Last night she told him she kissed Frank. They had phone sex as she told him the story. God his wife was such a tease! He wished she would just do it with Frank. To Mike it seemed inevitable. They were both hot for each other, and Jen certainly had his okay. He knew his wife loved to tease, but she wasn't just giving Frank blue balls, she was denying him too!

Mike's thoughts drifted to Jim. They were meeting later tonight for drinks. He wondered if Stacy was pregnant yet. The thought made him lightheaded with lust.

Mike glanced back at the computer screen. Out of nowhere he saw it. The thread. He felt triumphant! Sometimes it was like that, it just came to him. It all fell into place after that. He sent Banks the solution in an encrypted email, then closed his computer.

Mike still had some time before his next class. He looked out the window, thinking about his life. He had a beautiful wife, a wonderful daughter. His marriage and family were strong. Mike was lucky to have Jen in so many ways. He knew he had unconventional desires. What if Jen wasn't willing to go along with his fantasies? Would he be as happy and content? Yeah, sometimes –often – their game led to tension and angst. But that was part of the thrill. A big part.

Mike didn't understand his desires, why he was the way he was. Maybe it was his insecurities. Did he have a need to offer Jen to other men to see if she would come back to him? So far she always had. How dangerous was that? The "so far" part? And how was it his brain & heart (and dick) sexualized it? 

Jen's fantasies were easier to understand, but they were still complex. She was attracted to men who weren't good for her. Some might think that a mystifying conundrum, yet it was true of so many people (men and women). 

More and more, Jen got off making him do things he didn't like. DID he like those things? No, not if considered in isolation. But in the context of their game? The fact was, humiliation was part of the cuckold fantasy. His fantasies went so far as to desire another man to impregnate her. How fucked up was that? He knew it, Jen knew it. Yet that aspect was part of their game. And it'd happened twice (once a miscarriage – and a bum leg -- once Anna). 

Mike had limits though. He didn't want Jen to lose respect for him. He worried about that, because he often lost control in the heat of the moment. Their game was only part of their lives. Most of the time they were just a normal American family. Mike didn't want their game to taint the other parts of their lives.

Mike thought about his financial situation. Well, it sucked. Even with both his teaching and government gigs, he made way less than his job on Wall Street (not even counting the huge Sapphire bonuses he used to get). Jen made a lot more than him which hurt his pride. Also, it bothered him he was no longer able to give Jen things like before – nice jewelry, designer clothes, expensive vacations. Jen didn't seem to mind, but it seriously bothered him.

The thing was though, Mike liked teaching a lot more than Wall Street. He got a lot more out of it, the whole "guiding young minds thing." And, to his amazement, he was pretty good at it. He wasn't surprised by the teaching part, he'd been pretty confident about that part of it from his TA days. But the kids thought of him as one of the "cool teachers." He had to laugh about that one. All his life, he'd been intimidated by the "Populars." Now though, HE was a "Popular." How ironic life was sometimes. He imagined God looking down at them and chuckling.

Mike's thoughts turned to his work for CATF. He enjoyed the mental challenges. The money was decent (it more than doubled his income). He had the satisfaction of protecting our country. But that part worried him. Was he really protecting the country? Or just hurting people in other countries? He didn't trust Banks and his bosses. Those spy masters were all about "the results justify the means." Mike didn't believe in that credo. Yeah, we couldn't let another 9-11 happen. But what was the point if we destroyed our country in the process?

The quantum computer project bothered Mike. What were the government's intentions? The technology (if ever fully developed) should be open but it seemed like the government intended to keep tight control over it.

Mike had learned his lesson though. He wasn't going to be a hero again. No, he'd never risk going to jail again, his family was too important to him. But that didn't mean he had to help on the quantum computer project. Since that trip to CATF, he'd avoided any involvement with the "brain trust." He intended to keep it that way. 

Later that night Mike met up with Jim at a bar. They chatted about meaningless things for a few minutes. Then Mike asked "How's Stacy? Is she still with DeShawn?"

"Yeah, but she's not pregnant yet," Jim said looking bothered.

"What's wrong Jim?" Mike asked.

"She's not pregnant yet," Jim repeated. 

"That's a problem?" Mike asked not understanding. "I mean ... isn't the process part of it?"

Jim couldn't help laughing. But it wasn't a ha-ha laugh. It was more like a "yeah we get each other" laugh. "Yeah, I love seeing Stacy with DeShawn. But she's really worried. They've tried twice now."

"Sometimes it takes longer," Mike said. He knew better than anyone. Over the years they'd been more than a few times when Mike came inside Jen. Sometimes it'd happened when she was ovulating (or close to it). Not once did she get pregnant.

"Stacy's worried she won't be able to hold onto DeShawn," Jim said. He lowered his voice and said "They keep score. The hardcore black bulls. They keep score."

"Seriously?" Mike said surprised.

Jim nodded. "How many impregnations. How many babies. It's like fucking fantasy football. You get more points if she's white. If she's married. Bonus points if she's a newlywed. Baby girls get more points than boys."

Mike looked alarmed at the last point. "Jim, they're not ...."

"What?" Jim said seeing the alarm on Mike's face and not understanding. Then he got it. "No Mike, shit, that's disgusting!" he said vehemently. 

"That's good," Mike said relieved. That was definitely NOT part of his fantasy. Freaks into that needed their dicks cut off! "Then, why more points for baby girls?"

"I didn't get it either," Jim said. "Then DeShawn explained it to me. You gotta remember, these bulls are uber competitive. It's almost like black supremacy. Screwing a white guy's wife isn't enough. Getting her pregnant isn't enough. Think about how it is with baby girls. She's 'daddy's little girl,' 'the apple of her father's eye.' It's the ultimate fuck you to the white husband. Even more than impregnating his wife."

Mike's expression darkened. Anna WAS "daddy's little girl." She WAS "the apple of Mike's eye." It didn't matter where the sperm came from.

Jim realized his mistake. "Sorry," he said sheepishly. After a moment he hesitantly asked "Have you seen Drums?"

Mike was definitely in a dark mood. He said "If he tries to start something with Jen. If he tries to take Anna from me. I'll kill him."

Jim eyed Mike nervously. "Yeah right," he said with an awkward laugh. He joked "What, you have a gun?"

"I don't need a gun," Mike said simply, his face completely serious.

"What?" Jim said not understanding.

"You're at a stop light," Mike said. "It turns green and you go. But the other light malfunctions and you get hit head on by a tracker trailer."

"What?"

"You go to the pharmacy," Mike continued. "The computer screws up so the pharmacist gives you the wrong medicine."

"Mike ...."

"The elevator you're in plunges 50 floors," Mike said. "The furnace explodes." He gave Jim a hard determined look. "You don't need a gun to kill Jim. You just need a computer."

"Yeah right," Jim said with an awkward laugh. Getting into the game, he offered "What about a runaway train?"

"No, don't want to hurt innocent people," Mike said immediately.

Jim stared at Mike. He realized these weren't off-the-cuff ideas. Mike had thought it through, had put serious thought into it. How to kill a person. A chill ran down his spine. "Mike, you're joking right?" Jim said with another awkward laugh.

For long moments the hard dark look stayed on Mike's face. Then he broke into a smile. "Sure Jim, I'm joking," he said. The smile was forced, and then it was gone, replaced by the hard look again. He said "Anna is mine."

"Yeah, I mean, I get that," Jim sputtered. "The point system doesn't always work. I'll tell DeShawn that."

Mike shrugged, not caring if Jim told DeShawn or not. 

"Shit, I think we need another round mate," Jim joked. He looked at Mike warily and added, "Major buzz kill." Mike smiled. They ordered another round and were silent as they sipped their new drinks.

"Anyway, I'm just saying," Jim said wanting to change back to the original subject. "The whole point system. All the half black babies. If this was a movie it'd be a comedy."

"More like a tragedy," Mike whispered thinking about all the mixed color kids. There was still a lot of prejudice in the world. Half white / half black kids might not be accepted by either group. Those kids were starting life at a disadvantage. Yeah, he and Jen might eventually have challenges with Anna. But at least outwardly they looked like her biological parents.

"What?" Jim asked, not hearing Mike's comment.

"Nothing," Mike said. He had no right to judge Jim. From what he could tell, Jim and Sally were great parents. Who knew? Maybe kids like Dannika will change the world.

Mike's thoughts turned back to the immediate problem. He said "So, if Stacy doesn't get pregnant soon ...."

"Then DeShawn will move to another girl," Jim said. "It's not like he doesn't have his choice of white wives. You have no idea how many couples are into this. I mean, look around New York or any big city. There are a lot of mixed up kids. You ask the parents, they say they adopted. But they didn't Mike. A lot of times they're just like me and Stacy."

Mike nodded slowly, taking this all in. "So what are you going to do?"

"I'm doing what I have to," Jim said grimly. "You know how the fantasy is Mike. I want it to happen. So does Stacy. Yeah I started it. She was reluctant at first. But now she's like me. Obsessed with it. Obsessed with black men, having their babies."

It seemed like Jim was being defensive. Mike asked again "So ... what are you doing about it?"

"You know Stacy got me to wear a cage?" Jim said. "It was actually my idea. When Stacy gets into a black man like DeShawn, I'm not much use to her anyway. I mean, sexually. Wearing the cage takes the pressure off. She can concentrate on DeShawn without feeling guilty about me. And I can stop thinking about sex with her."

"Okay," Mike said, not knowing where Jim was going. "But you're out of the cage now?"

"Yeah, because Stacy doesn't want me to suffer," Jim said. "She lets me have fuck buddies." Jim paused, as if waiting for Mike to give an update on Jen. When he didn't Jim looked disappointed – or frustrated – but he continued. "But DeShawn doesn't like me uncaged. It's not enough he's the alpha dick. He wants to be the only dick around Stacy. He doesn't want to take the chance of my white seed mixing with his black seed in Stacy."

"So?" Mike prompted.

Jim looked down, as if embarrassed to say the next part. Finally he said "DeShawn doesn't want Stacy to see me as a sexual object. He doesn't want Stacy to have any desire for me."

"But ... how is that possible?" Mike asked. Stacy might be in lust with DeShawn's body and cock. But Jim was still her husband. There would always be some desire there. It was inevitable between a married couple who loved each other.

Jim paused again, this time longer. His cheeks reddened with embarrassment. He whispered in a hoarse voice "I'm wearing panties Mike. That's what DeShawn wants. He put me in panties. He says, if Stacy sees my cock in panties, there's no way she'll have any desire for me."

"Oh," Mike said shocked. "You agreed to that?" 

"I told you, I'm trying to make it work," Jim replied. He gave a lopsided grin and admitted "It's actually a turn on. You know, the humiliation and all. It feels kind of sexy with a string up my ass."

"Okay, too much information," Mike said with a laugh. Jim laughed back. Mike hesitantly asked "So is it working with Stacy?"

"Yeah I guess," Jim said. "She's not interested in me at all. Sexually I mean." He added nervously, "It's like, DeShawn took away my manhood."

"Yeah."

"That part's a turn on too," Jim admitted. As if worried Mike was judging him harshly, Jim hesitantly asked "Do you get what I'm saying?"

With everything Jim was telling him, Mike felt like he had to open up too. "A couple times Jen got me to suck off guys. She started it, but those guys got into it. It was like they were trying to make me look bad in front of Jen. One of the guys came on my face. I didn't think Jen would ever want me again. She wouldn't think of me as a man."

"Like she doesn't see you as a man anymore," Jim said.

Mike nodded.

"Yeah," Jim said, smiling appreciatively as if finding a kindred spirit. "Can I ask you something?" he asked. "Was it a turn on, at some level?"

Mike shrugged and gave a weak smile. "It's what you said, humiliation is a big part of the fantasy."

"But Jen didn't lose respect for you?"

"No, I don't think so," Mike said. "She gets off on it. Pushing my boundaries."

"You push hers too, right?" Jim said with a grin.

"Yeah," Mike agreed, grinning back.

"I worry though," Jim said. "After we're passed DeShawn and just us again. Whether Stacy will see me as a man again."

"I'm sure she will," Mike assured his friend, although frankly he wasn't sure. Panties, really? On top of everything else? But wanting to make Jim feel better, he said "It's all fantasy Jim. She's infatuated with DeShawn but she'll get over it. Then it'll be you and her again, like before."

"I hope so," Jim said looking uncertain.

Their glasses were empty. Mike needed to get home. Maggie was babysitting but she couldn't stay forever.

"Jim, I wanted to tell you," Mike said. "I've thought about it. I don't want you with Jen." Mike had already been leaning in that direction. But there was no doubt after hearing about Jim in panties. Jim was not good enough for Jen. Jen was a goddess. Only real men would have her. Certainly not a sissy cuck like Jim.

"Oh," Jim said looking disappointed. He was about to argue then remembered their talk about Drums. Mike Andrews was not a guy you wanted pissed at you. He forced a smile and said "Well, thanks for thinking about it. And thanks for listening. You're a real mate Mike."

***********************

The next day, Jen had free time until that afternoon's fundraiser. She decided to go to the hotel pool. As she slipped on flip flops, she realized she might see Frank at the pool. She took off the flip flops and stepped into high heels. Then she brushed her hair a little more, and put on lipstick.

The crowd at the pool was sparse (it was a weekday in Chicago after all). A couple families and a group of guys. The guys immediately eyed Jen in her string bikini and high heels. Not wanting to get hit on, Jen picked a lounge chair on the opposite side of the pool from the men.

Jen sat in the chair and read a magazine. She kept her high heels on. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the men checking her out.

Eventually one of the guys walked over. "Mind if I sit here?" the man asked motioning to the chair next to Jen.

"It's a free pool," Jen said with a shrug.

The man grinned. He liked feisty chicks, especially gorgeous ones like this blonde. "I'm Cap by the way," he said.

"Cap?" Jen asked.

"I'm a Marine," Cap said. "Captain."

Jen nodded, looking at him for the first time. He was older, maybe late 30s. He still kept in good shape through. His muscular physique made it pretty clear he didn't have a desk job in the Marines.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 16



"Are you alone?" Cap said.

"Waiting for someone," Jen said.

"Your husband?" Cap asked, looking at the wedding ring around Jen's finger.

"Nope."

Cap nodded. He'd been around the block a few times. A married girl did not go to a pool alone, in a skimpy string bikini, in high heels, and have innocent intentions. "What did you say your name was?"

"I didn't," Jen said.

Cap laughed. "Come on, I help protect your freedom. You can tell me your name."

Jen couldn't help smiling. "Jen," she said.

"Mind if I hang a while?" Cap asked. If Jen's friend didn't show he'd make his move.

"It's a free pool," Jen repeated, this time with a smile.

"Yeah, and I help keep it free," Cap joked.

"I guess you do," Jen said with another smile. 

"What are you doing here?" Cap asked.

"Business," Jen said.

"I'm on business too," Cap said. "Meeting with recruits."

"Cool."

"Do you always use 1 word sentences?" Cap asked with a smile. 

Jen paused dramatically. Then she said "No." They both laughed.

Cap picked up the suntan lotion next to Jen's bag. "Want me to do your back?" he asked with a grin.

"No thanks," Jen said with another laugh.

"Two words this time," Cap joked.

Jen paused again, then said "Yep." They both laughed again.

At that moment Frank stepped onto the pool deck. He looked angry and frustrated as he scanned the pool. When he saw Jen he marched over.

"Where have you been? I've been looking for you," Frank said angrily.

"You found me," Jen said, barely glancing at him as she pretended to read the magazine.

"We need to prep for today's fundraiser," Frank said.

"You said I just need to smile and look pretty," Jen said. "I don't need prep for that." She casually kicked off her high heels so they fell next to Frank. By luck and design, the pointy toe of one shoe poked Frank's calf as it bounced off the concrete pool deck. A momentary flash of sexual excitement dashed over Frank's face.

"You're a bitch," Frank hissed at her in a low dangerous voice.

Jen gave him a dismissive, "you have no idea" look. She turned onto her stomach and handed the suntan lotion to Cap. "Frank, this is my new friend Cap. Be a good Marine Cap."

Cap chuckled, amused by the dynamic between Jen and Frank. Whatever, he didn't care. He poured lotion on his hand and rubbed it on Jen's sexy toned back.

Frank looked at Jen's long legs, her tight ass. His eyes focused on the tat right above her ass. His gazed lingered there for long moments. Then he scowled and stormed off.

"Is he still there?" Jen whispered to Cap a few moments later.

"He's at the bar" Cap whispered back. "He looks pissed."

"Whatever," Jen said. But she was happy Frank was still there. She reached back and pulled the strings of her bikini top. "Don't miss anything Cap."

Cap grinned and rubbed more lotion onto Jen's back. Then he moved to her long legs. Cap had a nice touch. Jen's pussy began tingling. 

"Is Frank your lover?" Cap asked as he caressed up and down her legs.

"No," Jen said.

"Is he gonna be your lover?" Cap joked. Now he was stroking her sides, caressing the sides of her breasts. Jen was finding it hard to concentrate. Teasing Frank last night, then today. Cap's strong hands on her. The phone sex last night with Mike hadn't come close to satisfying her desires. She could only do so much with her hand.

"Maybe," Jen admitted. She didn't know why she was being such a bitch to Frank, last night and today. Maybe because he compared her tits to Jasmine's. Maybe because Jasmine was using her. Maybe because she had the hots for him and wanted to drive him crazy with desire for her. Maybe because she still had concerns over starting anything with Frank and wanted to drive him away. Maybe because she was just in a bitchy mood. She honestly didn't know. 

"Want me to do your front?" Cap offered.

"Yeah right," Jen said with a laugh. "I better get going." Holding the untied bikini top across her breasts, she got up and turned her back to Cap and the rest of the pool. With no one able to see, Jen dropped the top and quickly put on her cover up. Then she stepped back in her high heels. "Thanks for the back rub Cap," she said.

Cap's eyes were on Jen's breasts, naked under the cover up. The thin floral cover up molded itself around her breasts and just barely hid her nipples. "How about a drink tonight?" Cap said, finally peeling his eyes away from Jen's chest and looking at her pretty face.

"I have a function tonight," Jen said.

"After that," Cap offered.

"I don't think so Cap," Jen said.

"You're incredibly beautiful," Cap gushed.

Jen gave him an appreciative smile.

"Here, in case you change your mind," Cap said handing Jen his card.

"Nice meeting you Cap," Jen said, carelessly dropping the card in her bag.

"Yeah," Cap said as he watched Jen walk away. God she was so hot! He jumped in the pool to get rid of his hard-on.

Jen was super horny as she walked to her room. As she turned the corner she was abruptly pulled into the fire escape stairwell.

Her scream was cut off by a big hand over her mouth. A big strong body pushed her hard against the concrete wall. 

It was Frank. Crazed fury and lust were in his eyes. He looked irrational, out of control, a maniac.

"Do you have any idea who you're fucking with?!" Frank hissed, his hand around Jen's neck. "I'm not a boy Jenny! You don't fuck with me!"

"Please Frank you're scaring me," Jen said her eyes wide with alarm and fear.

"You fucking SHOULD be scared!" Frank growled. He looked at Jen's chest, her barely covered tits. He was inflamed with desire! He violent ripped off her cover-up. "You think you can tease me? With these little tits?" Frank roughly grabbed one of her breasts and pinched the nipple hard. 

"Ouch! Frank that hurts," Jen whined, tears coming to her eyes.

"You think you can tease me with these little girl tits?" Frank hissed, roughly groping her breasts and twisting her nipples. Jen cried out in pain.

"You've got a bitchy mouth," Frank said glaring at her. "You think you can get away with it because of your looks." Frank slapped Jen's pretty face hard enough to sting. "Not with me bitch! You pay me respect, you understand Jenny?"

"Frank, stop, please," Jen pleaded, reaching up to cover her breasts.

"Don't do that!" Frank yelled pushing her hands away. "This is what your bitchy mouth is good for." He roughly forced Jen down onto her knees. Holding her down, he pulled out his cock. He shoved his meat into her mouth. "Suck it bitch!" he hissed.

Frank was big. Not the biggest, but way big enough. He gripped the back of Jen's head as he roughly shoved his cock into her mouth. Jen gagged. To keep breathing she wrapped her hands around the base of his cock. He was thick enough she needed both hands to hold him.

Frank pulled out and then pushed back in. He moaned at the feel of Jen's mouth and soft hands. "Fuck," Frank groaned as he moved in and out, fucking Jen's pretty face.

Jen felt flush as Frank moved his manhood in and out of her mouth. Frank's grip on the back of her head gradually lessened as he rolled his head back, his eyes closed. Jen took the opportunity to pull away. "Frank –," she objected.

Frank pushed his cock back into Jen's mouth. He put his hand on her head again, but this time it was gentle, like he was caressing the back of her head. "I'm almost there Jenny," he moaned with a hoarse excited voice. With his other hand he reached down and cupped and caressed her breasts. This time his touch was gentle and experienced, meant for pleasure not pain.

Jen moaned around Frank's cock as she felt his fingers rub her sensitive nipples. She didn't try to pull away again. His hand holding her head, his other hand rubbing her nipples, the whole situation of going down on Frank in a hotel fire escape stairway. Her body had already been sexed up before any of this started. It was too much. Jen reached into her bikini bottoms and fingered herself as Frank fucked her face.

Moments later Frank's body tensed. He moved his hands to the back of Jen's head, again gripping her tightly so she couldn't move or pulled away. He furiously pumped his cock in and out of Jen's mouth. Then his back arched as he forced his cock deep down Jen's throat. He moaned and his head rolled back as he came. As he ejaculated he held Jen's head tight so she couldn't pull away as he flooded her mouth and throat with his sperm.

Jen almost gagged as Frank abused her mouth and face. But she'd done this before of course, with other well hung guys. She forced herself to relax and just take it. When his cock jerked and shot off in her mouth and down her throat, her own body shuddered as she had a massive orgasm.

When Frank was done, he staggered away from Jen. With his crazed lust sated he looked guilty, regretful. He turned and left, leaving Jen alone in the stairway.

Jen staggered to her feet. She felt dazed. She picked up her ruined cover up and held it to her bare breasts. Her heels had fallen off. She picked them up with her other hand. Then she staggered to her room. Luckily she didn't run into anyone.

Jen took off her bikini bottoms and got into a hot shower. She still felt dazed, her head spinning. After the shower she dried off and got into bed. Her first instinct was to call Mike to tell him what happened. 

But she found herself still panting. Her nipples were still hard and her pussy throbbed.

Jen reached for her bag. She found his card. She called his number.

"Cap, it's me Jen," she said. "I'm in room 1507." She hung up and impatiently waited for the Marine.

*********************

Later that evening, Jen went downstairs to the big ballroom for the fundraiser. She didn't outwardly show the effects of Frank's rough treatment. Somehow her face wasn't bruised, although her knees were scraped up a little from the concrete floor of the hotel fire escape stairwell (but her stockings hid signs of it). 

There was evidence underneath her clothes though. Cap had enjoyed Jen's body, and she'd enjoyed his. The Marine did not disappoint. She felt bad though. The sluttiness of anonymous one-time hookups always made her feel bad. Mike would make her feel better – he always did -- but she hadn't had a chance to talk to him yet.

Frank eyed her from across the room. Jen glared at him. Frank gave her an uncaring shrug. His earlier show of guilt and regret were gone.

As the fundraiser ended, Frank walked over to Jen. "You did a great job again," he said. Again they more than doubled their fundraising goal for the evening.

"That's what you say to me?" Jen said disbelievingly. "No apology?"

"You got what you deserved," Frank said simply.

Jen gawked at Frank incredulously. 

"You've always been a tease Jenny," Frank said, remembering that party at his house when she was in high school. "You can't do that to some men. You should know that by now."

"That gives you permission?" Jen asked still shocked.

Frank moved closer and whispered, "Don't give me that. You might still look like a teenager but you're not some innocent girl. You fuck around on your husband. And you got off on it. I saw you fingering yourself."

Jen's cheeks flushed. She whispered back defensively "I don't cheat on Mike. I have his permission."

"If that's the case," Frank said stroking Jen's arm.

"You must be freaking crazy," Jen hissed, stepping away.

Frank shrugged. "Next weekend I'm having a party at the Belmont house. Like old times. I'd like you to come." Like an after-thought, he added "And your husband too of course."

"I don't think so," Jen said stubbornly.

"Come on Jenny stop playing hard to get," Frank said. "You know how this is going to end, right?"

"What?"

"You're going to end up in my bed," Frank said confidently.

Jen stared at Frank, not knowing how to respond but her heart pounding in her chest.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 17



"Frank raped you?" Mike asked with narrowed eyes, his hands tightening into fists. Jen had gotten home earlier that day. After putting Anna down to sleep, Jen told Mike what happened in Chicago.

 "No baby," Jen said, soothingly rubbing her husband's chest.

 "But he forced you?" Mike said, his whole body tense like he was ready to fight.

 "There was some of that," Jen conceded.

 "Jen he pushed you down!" Mike said angrily. "He made you suck him! That's more than some!"

 "He pushed me down," Jen agreed, nodding. She hoped by staying calm Mike would calm down too. "But he didn't make me suck him." She'd had time to think about it.

 "He forced you!" Mike said angrily. He was ready to seriously hurt Frank Tower. He wished he had a gun. No, not a gun. He wanted to pound Tower with his fists.

 "Mike no," Jen said rubbing his arm to calm him down. "He forced me some but I didn't fight."

 "But he's a man, he's bigger than you, how could you fight?" Mike said.

 "I mean, I've got teeth," Jen joked, hoping to break the tension. Her cheeks turning red, she admitted "I got off on it Mike."

 "It turned you on?" Mike asked shocked.

 Jen nodded, her cheeks still red. "Frank was rough at first, but I never felt like I couldn't stop it if I really wanted to. He's Sophie's dad, I've known him forever. He would've stopped if I really wanted him to. He wasn't even holding me at the end." She felt hot as she added, "I mean, until he came."

 "I don't know Jen," Mike said doubtfully.

 "Mike, you know I have fantasies ... of being forced," Jen said in a low voice. She blushed, feeling embarrassed talking about her deepest sexual desires.

 "But Frank didn't know," Mike said. "He wasn't playing, it was real."

 "That's what made it so hot," Jen said, her voice hoarse with excitement. She had a major cum face on. Talking about it was getting her hot.

 Mike nodded slowly. He knew his wife's rape fantasy. When he discovered it years ago, he researched it online. He was surprised when Google came up with dozens of hits. It seemed many girls had this fantasy.

 But reality differed from fantasy.

 Jen sensed her husband's concerns. "Baby, Frank was rough, it started out that way," she said rubbing Mike's arm again. "But he didn't hurt me. He held me, but I didn't try to get away. I could have if I wanted to."

 "He made you swallow when he came," Mike pointed out.

 "Mike, honey," Jen said with a smile. "That happens all the time." She gave him a crooked grin. "You do that too mister." She giggled. "I don't mind the taste. I like it actually."

 That seemed to calm Mike down. Jen continued, "I pushed his buttons, he pushed mine." She giggled at the memory. "He's got a major thing for high heels."

 "And stockings?" Mike said with a grin, thinking about his own fetishes. He was calming down.

 "I don't think so," Jen said remembering her conversation with Frank about how hose wasn't fashionable. She shrugged. "I guess everyone's different."

 Jen grabbed Mike's arm and playfully tugged him. "Let's go to bed," she said. She still had her cum face on.

 In bed, Mike and Jen made out. Mike kissed down her body and got between her legs. "Yeah baby," Jen moaned, encouraging him. She closed her eyes as Mike worked his magic on her. It didn't take long. Soon Jen was clutching at the sheets and arching her back. With his wife going over the edge, Mike licked her clit faster and harder (the way she liked it) to make sure she had a complete orgasm.

 Mike moved up Jen's body. Jen reached between their bodies and guided her husband into her. She was soaking wet so he pushed in easily.

 "What did you think about?" Mike asked as he slowly pumped in and out.

 "Frank," Jen admitted.

 "The stairwell?" 

 "Yeah," Jen said.

 "You really got off on it?" Mike asked looking into Jen's blue eyes.

 "I played with myself as ..." Jen said hesitantly.

 "As he fucked your face," Mike said finishing her sentence.

 "Yeah," Jen said through heavy lidded eyes. Talking about it was getting her hot again. She began moving with Mike's thrusts.

 "Can you cum again?" 

 "Maybe," Jen said. "How close are you?"

 "I can last," Mike said. He'd masturbated earlier, wanting to last a long time. Nothing made him feel better than when Jen came on his cock.

 "Can I get on top?" Jen asked. She could control things better from that position.

 They switched so Mike was on his back, Jen straddling his hips. She slowly rocked on his cock. Through experience she found the right position and rhythm. 

 "Did Cap fuck you good?" Mike asked.

 "Yeah but ..."

 "You wanted Frank," Mike said reading his wife's thoughts.

 "Yeah," Jen admitted. Mike realized that Cap was nothing more than a dildo. It was Frank who Jen wanted.

 "Why didn't you go to bed with him?" Mike asked.

 "I was mad at him," Jen said. "And I wanted to talk to you first."

 "But if you're mad ..." Mike said, not understanding. If he didn't force her, why was she mad?

 "It's like you, you have mixed feelings," Jen explained.

 Mike nodded. Often when Jen fucked other men, especially if it was a boyfriend rather than some random hookup, it got Mike upset as well as excited.

 "It's dangerous Jen," Mike said.

 "I know," Jen said as she continued to rock back and forth. "I'm not sure I'll cum again," she told him. Jen came easily when she was as horny as this, but even her body had limits.

 "I'll stop talking so you can concentrate," Mike said.

 "I want to talk to you."

 "Yeah but ... close your eyes," Mike suggested. "Think about Frank."

 Jen looked at Mike. Then she closed her eyes. Mike watched as the passion on her face gradually got more intense. Jen rocked harder and faster on Mike's cock, her breathing getting more labored. Then suddenly she rolled her head back and arched her back as she came again.

 Jen was still panting as Mike rolled her onto her back. He looked into his wife's pretty face, her beautiful eyes, as he slowly stroked in and out. Jen wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and they kissed as they made love. Soon after Mike climaxed, cumming inside his wife.

 Afterwards they lay on their sides, looking at each other. Mike brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from Jen's face. "He tore off your cover-up," he said.

 "That happens sometimes," Jen said. "You've done that."

 "He pulled you into the stairwell," Mike reminded her.

 "It scared me," Jen said. "But then I saw it was Frank."

 Mike didn't respond, processing all this. If the "victim" didn't think it was rape, then was it rape? 

 "I was a bitch to him," Jen said. "And a tease."

 "You're not saying you deserved it?" Mike asked.

 "No, more like ..." Jen said hesitantly. "Maybe I wanted him to do something. Like with Biff."

 Mike nodded slowly. Jen had egged Biff on so he would make a move on her. She did the same thing with Frank?

 "But that doesn't make sense," Mike said. "Frank isn't a naïve kid like Biff. You didn't need to pull him out of his shell."

 "Maybe I wanted Frank to pull me out of my shell," Jen said. "I don't know Mike. It's just, Frank scares me."

 "You said you weren't scared."

 "Not about that," Jen said. "About us."

 "What?" Mike said not understanding.

 "You know I said I had concerns about Frank?" Jen said. "It's just, if we start something, I think I might lose myself in him. Like how I got with Ricky and Scott."

 "You feel that way about him?" Mike asked.

 Jen nodded. "Guys like Jamie and Alec ... even Tom ... they're fun, I like them. But I never had an emotional connection, not really."

 "Not like Ricky and Scott," Mike said. Then he added "And Drums."

 "Yeah," Jen conceded with a shrug. She said "God we have the strangest marriage." Jen said it with a laugh, but there was no humor there.

 "This is what we both want," Mike said squeezing his wife's hand.

 "Yeah," Jen said. She laughed again. "I guess we're in The Lifestyle."

 Mike grinned. "It's our hobby," he joked.

 "Yeah right," Jen said with another laugh. Then she looked seriously at her husband. "What do you think?"

 "Baby that's what we want," Mike said. "The game's more exciting when you get infatuated with a guy."

 "But ... do we really want that again?" Jen asked.

 Mike hesitated a moment. He had concerns, but his cock was throbbing. He kissed his wife softly on the lips. "Yeah, we really want that," he said and kissed her again.

 "Frank has an edge to him," Jen said.

 "You like aggressive guys," Mike pointed out.

 "Yeah but, he's different from other guys I've been with," Jen said. "If it was another Colin or Scott, I'd know what would happen, how it would end. I don't know with Frank, he's different."

 "That's what makes it exciting," Mike said encouragingly.

 "Yeah but, baby, if we do this, you have to tell me if I go too far," Jen said. "You have to tell me when to stop."

 "Why are you so worried?"

 "Frank's different," Jen said again, struggling to explain her concerns. "Think about what happened. No guy's ever done that to me before."

 "He's a lot older, more experienced," Mike pointed out. "Maybe he read you, knew what would turn you on."

 "Or maybe that's just the way he is," Jen said. She shivered, a thrill running through her. "Either way it's hot," she said with a laugh.

 Mike grinned and said "Maybe I'll pull you into a stairway sometime."

 "No baby," Jen said immediately, taking Mike's hands in hers. "That's not you. That's not us."

 Mike smiled at his wife. He wasn't an aggressive alpha guy but that was a big reason why she loved him. She might be attracted to men like Frank Tower, but she would always come back to him. Thinking of that, he said "The fact Frank's older, that makes it easier for me. You're not going to run off with him."

 "I'm not going to run off with anyone," Jen told her husband. "Except you mister." They smiled at each other. Then Jen got serious again. She rubbed Mike's chest. "I worry about you baby. I don't want you to get hurt."

 "That's part of it for me," Mike reminded her.

 "I don't want you to get bad hurt," Jen said.

 "If I do, I'll tell you, like always," Mike said.

 "Yeah."

 "Frank's having a party next weekend?" Mike said.

 "Yeah."

 "We're going right?" Mike asked eagerly.

 Jen hesitated, then said "Yeah." There it was. Their decision. 

 "Let's get a hotel room," Mike said hopefully. He preferred not staying with her parents. Jen's mom was lovely but he always felt awkward around her father.

 "We can't Mike, if we're in Belmont we have to stay with my parents," Jen said with a half laugh. Mike was so predictable. He hated staying with her parents. Truth was, Jen would rather stay in a hotel too. But that wasn't an option, her mom would be so offended and hurt. "This way, mom can babysit Anna."

 "You don't think Frank invited your mom and dad?" Mike asked.

 "Um, I didn't think of that," Jen said. Nothing would happen if her mom and dad were at the party. "I guess we'll have to see," she said, feeling disappointed. 

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 Frank drove his BMW 7 Series to the cute Cape Cod house. He walked up to the door and knocked.

 "Oh my god, Frank," Paige said when she opened the door, shocked to see Frank Tower. (Author's note: If you don't remember who Paige is, you might want to re-read the start of this story.) 

 Frank smiled. "Can I come in?" he asked.

 "Ah, yes, sure," Paige sputtered. She quickly added, "Bob will be home soon." Bob was her husband.

 "No, he's working late tonight," Frank said. "I checked the schedule."

 "Oh," Paige said warily. She stepped aside as Frank walked into her home.

 "Alisa will be home soon," Paige said. Alisa was her daughter, she was in first grade.

 "I won't be long Paige," Frank assured her. "I just want to talk."

 "Okay," Paige said nervously. They sat in the living room, facing each other. 

 Frank gave Paige an up and down look. "You look good Paige," he said approvingly. At 30 years old Paige was still a cute girl. She wore her brown hair shorter now (Frank approved of the change, as he preferred the classic off-the-shoulder look). Her tits were as big as ever, maybe bigger now since having Alisa. She looked slimmer though, not as heavy in the ass and hips. A nice improvement.

 "With Alisa in school I have more time to work out," Paige explained.

 "I'm sure Bob appreciates that," Frank joked with a grin.

 "Ah, yeah," Paige said awkwardly, looking away.

 "Well, you look wonderful," Frank said grinning at her.

 "Oh ah, thanks Frank," Paige said nervously.

 Frank's eyes moved to Paige's stomach. As a stay-at-home mom she was dressed casually, and her top had risen enough to show her lower stomach. "You still have your belly ring I see," he said. As he looked at the diamond belly ring he felt his cock coming to life. He had a thing for body jewelry.

 "Um, ah, yeah," Paige said, tugging her top down to cover her stomach.

 "Have you told Bob who gave you the diamond?" Frank joked with a not-so-innocent smile.

 "Frank, god, no," Paige sputtered. 

 Paige's affair with Frank Tower had continued into her college years. She got the belly ring at Frank's urging; he was into that type of thing. Honestly, it hadn't been hard to persuade Paige, especially after Frank bought her the diamond belly ring. That ring was still the most expensive jewelry she owned, even more than the diamond engagement ring Bob gave her.

 Paige owed Frank a lot. He helped with her tuition when her parents divorced. Also, Frank hired her husband Bob when he got laid off from his job. If not for Frank they wouldn't have this house. Of course, Bob didn't know about her earlier relationship with Frank.

 Paige's affair with Frank ended when she graduated from college. Because of Frank, Paige had to admit. He stopped coming around, calling her. Paige wasn't certain, but she suspected Frank lost interest when there was no longer the excitement of fucking a college girl.

 Then Paige met Bob, a man her age. It was love at first sight. She did her best to forget Frank. 

 Paige and Bob married 7 years ago when she got pregnant with Alisa (about 2 years after graduating from college). Paige had been concerned Frank might hit on her after she got married, especially after Bob got laid off and had to take a job with one of Frank's companies. She knew enough about Frank Tower to know he would get off on that type of thing. Bedding not just another man's wife, but an employee's wife. But Frank never tried to contact her. Until now.

 "You wanted to talk?" Paige asked nervously.

 "It's about Jenny Johnson," Frank said. "I'm working with her on Jasmine Kelly's campaign."

 "Jenny?" Paige asked surprised. "God I haven't seen her forever. Since her wedding. She's Jen Andrews now right?"

 "I still call her Jenny," Frank said with a grin and a shrug. "I guess I still see you girls as high school girls."

 "Yeah ..." Paige said, her voice trailing off. She had mixed feelings about her affair with Frank. She'd been young when it started, barely 18. Part of her felt Frank took advantage of her. Another part felt Frank didn't do enough. 

 Paige fell in love with Frank. A teenager's love, but still love. She probably still had feelings for him. During their affair she often day dreamed about Frank leaving his wife and marrying her. When Mrs. Tower died 2 years ago, she wistfully imagined what life would be like as the new Mrs. Frank Tower. But by then she was married to Bob and they had their daughter Alisa. Being with Frank was no longer possible. But she still thought about him, even after 7 years of marriage and a first grade daughter.

 "So about Jenny," Frank said. "You haven't kept in touch?"

 "No I haven't seen her since she married Mike," Paige said looking curiously at Frak. Then she got it. "You're interested in Jenny?" she asked. She couldn't help feeling jealous and envious.

 "You know me Paige," Frank said with a grin.

 "Yeah, I know you Frank," Paige said bitterly. She felt resentful. She felt like he was casting her away. Again. She knew that made no sense, since she was with Bob now. But still. Also – how dare he talk to her about Jenny? About his next conquest.

 "What do you know about her husband Mike?" Frank asked, ignoring the frown on Paige's face.

 "I don't know him, not really," Paige said. "I met him just that one time, at their wedding. He seems nice. I heard about that Sapphire thing. He's rich."

 "Not anymore," Frank told her. "The government took away his money. Took away his career too." Frank chuckled. "He's a high school teacher now."

 "Oh, I didn't know," Paige said. "I heard he was in jail." She paused as if wondering whether to say the next part. Then her gossipy side got the better of her. "I wonder if Anna is his baby," she mused. Anyone could count months.

 "She's not," Frank said confidently. He had spent resources looking into this. His private investigator had compared Anna's birth records to the time Mike was in jail. There was no way Mike was Anna's father. The private investigator had also found out about Drums. "Jenny was with another man while Mike was in jail," Frank said. "A musician."

 "Jenny always loved music," Paige joked with an awkward laugh. She felt uncomfortable talking to Frank about her high school friend, especially suspecting his intentions. Getting more serious, Paige said "It doesn't surprise me Jenny was with someone. She always hated being alone. She stayed with Colin a long time, even though he cheated on her."

 "Jenny's a complex girl," Frank said.

 "I guess," Paige said with a shrug. Knowing Frank, she added "Don't fuck them up Frank."

 Frank gave Paige a long look, an amused smile on his face. "Is that what you think Paige? I fucked you up?"

 "No Frank," Paige said, meekly looking down at her feet.

 "I paid your tuition. I gave Bob a job," Frank pointed out. "A good job. I've promoted him twice."

 "I know Frank," Paige said in a small voice. She resented Frank. But she wanted him too. Even after all this time. Even after being married for years and having a baby. Desperately wanted him. "You've been good to me," she said, her voice shaking. "To my husband too."

 Frank inwardly smiled, seeing the power he still had over Paige. It got him hard.

 "Come here Paige," he said reaching his hand to her.

 "Frank ...."

 "Come here," Frank said more forcefully.

 As if in an out of body experience, Paige found herself walking over to Frank. She stood in front of him.

 "Good girl," Frank said smiling her. "Let me see your belly ring again."

 Paige wasn't able to resist Frank. She found herself tugging up her top to expose her belly button.

 "Nice," Frank admired looking at the diamond in Paige's belly button. Paige didn't have the flattest stomach. In fact she had rolls. Nothing like Jenny's. He imagined Jenny with a belly ring. Getting her tight toned stomach pierced. Thinking about Jenny got him rock hard. He needed release. Jenny wasn't here. But Paige was.

 "Do me a favor Paige," Frank said, taking Paige's hand and pulling her down to her knees.

 "Frank please," Paige implored.

 Frank leaned back on his elbows. "Come on Paige honey," he said looking at her. "You know what to do."

 "Alisha will be home soon," Paige said nervously.

 "Then you better be fast," Frank said with a grin.

 It only took a moment for Paige to decide. With shaking hands she reached out and unzipped Frank's pants. She took him out. For a moment she looked at his cock. Her eyes were filled with lust. He was so big, way bigger than her husband Bob. Paige wasn't a size queen (unlike Jen). But Frank's large penis represented more than a sexual organ. It represented his power. His money, his influence, his status as a power broker. It was only fitting a man like Frank Tower should have such an impressive manhood.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 17



Paige took Frank into her mouth. She felt flush with his cock in her mouth again. She bobbed on his cock, herself getting more and more excited even as his cock got harder in her mouth.

 Out of control now, Paige hurriedly pulled off her yoga pants and panties. She got on the sofa with Frank and straddled his hips. She took his cock and lowered herself on him.

 "Oh god," Paige groaned, feeling Frank's cock in her again after so long. 7 years!

 "That's it Paige honey, take it all," Frank said encouragingly, grasping Paige's fleshy hips and pulling her down on his cock.

 "God I missed this," Paige moaned as she took all of Frank into her. As she bottomed out she glanced over Frank's shoulder, at the pictures on the shelf. A picture of her and Bob at their wedding. A picture of her, Bob and Alisha at Disney World last year. A tear came to her eye as she realized she was cheating on Bob, on Alisha too, the 2 people she loved more than life. She was no longer a faithful wife. 

 Frank glanced over his shoulder, following Paige's eyes. He saw the wedding and family pictures. It made him smile, made him burn with lust! 

 Frank rolled Paige onto her back. He began fucking her hard. He asked "When did Bob fuck you last?" 

 "Please don't talk about Bob," Paige pleaded.

 "Tell me," Frank demanded.

 Paige hesitated, then said "Last night."

 "Does Bob fuck you as good?" Frank asked as he rolled his hips with each stroke, adjusting his angle to hit Paige's clit and g-spot.

 "Oh god," Paige moaned as she felt herself getting close. God Frank fucked so good!

 "Tell me Paige," Frank said looking into her eyes. "Do you miss my cock?"

 "Oh god yes!" Paige moaned, raising her hips to meet Frank's thrusts. He felt so fucking good!

 "Who fucks you better Paige?" Frank asked again. "Me or your husband?"

 "Oh god! You do Frank! You do!" Paige yelled as her orgasm hit. She arched her back and curled her toes as pleasure flooded her body.

 Frank slow stroked Paige as she recovered from her orgasm. Now he was almost gentle, like he was making love to her. "I'm going to cum inside you," Frank said as he tenderly kissed her. He was close. 

 "Please don't," Paige said with pleading eyes.

 "You're not on the pill?" Frank asked with a raised eye brow.

 "I am," Paige said. After a moment's hesitation she said "I might not have a chance to shower before Bill gets home."

 Frank got even more excited at Paige's words. The prospect of sending Paige to her husband with a cream pie got him even hotter. "You know I don't pull out Paige," he said as he fucked her harder.

 "Frank please," Paige whined, her eyes imploring him. "At least put a condom on." She pushed on his chest with her hands.

 Frank took her hands and held them above her head. "Paige honey, you know that's not going to happen," he said, kissing her again as he pounded her pussy. Moments later his body tensed. He pushed deep into her. He moved his hands to her hips, tightly gripping her to keep them coupled that way. Then he came, groaning as he ejaculated into her. After shooting 2 jets of cum into her womb, he pulled out and shot the last load of his sperm over her pussy lips and trimmed pubic hair. Now she looked completely used, her pussy lips puffy and gaping open and covered with his sperm.

 Frank was still panting as they heard motion outside the house. "Oh my god it's the school bus!" Paige said horrified. She looked imploringly at Frank. "Alisha's home. Frank please ...."

 Frank got off Paige. He calmly fixed his pants as Paige frantically yanked on her panties and yoga pants. She managed to brush her hair with her hands just as Alisha walked in the door.

 "Hi mommy," the 6 year old said as she bounced into the house.

 "Hi honey," Paige said as she smoothed her hands over her top and yoga pants. She looked awkwardly at Frank and said "Alisha, this is Mr. Tower. He works with daddy."

 "Oh hi," Alisha said, barely glancing at Frank. She didn't notice the way her mother was out of breath, the way her face looked flushed (in other words, the 6 year old didn't notice that her mother looked freshly fucked). 

 Frank moved to the door to leave. Then he remembered something. He asked "Do you still have ...?"

 Paige looked questioning at Frank, not understand what he was referring to. Then she got it. "No, not for years," she said.

 "I thought you liked them" Frank said.

 "I met Bill," Paige said with a shrug.

 Frank nodded. Yeah, a straight-laced guy like Bill probably wouldn't be into that. "Nice seeing you again Paige," Frank said. Then he left.

 Frank drove away. After he was a few miles away, he stopped in an empty parking lot. His hands were trembling. He gripped the steering wheel to stop the shakes.

 "I'm sorry Sally," he said to himself. Since her death 2 years ago, he'd repressed his dark desires. He wasn't a good man. He knew that. He cheated on his wife, and did worse things. Much worse. But he'd been good since her death. Like a penance. He'd lived a Christian life. For Sally.

 But now, he was going down the dark side again. Giving in to his desires. Like fucking Paige while her husband was at work.

 Why? Why was he doing this?

 He knew why. It was because of Jenny. 

 Why did he find her so captivating? Yes she was beautiful. But he liked brunettes and she was a blonde. He liked busty girls and Jenny was practically flat chested. But since seeing her again, Frank couldn't stop thinking about Jenny Johnson. 

 Frank felt his dark side reemerging. What was the saying? Power corrupts. It was true. Frank was a Master of the Universe. For 2 years he'd suppressed his desires. But no more. He would take what he wanted. 

 "I'm sorry Sally," Frank said again, feeling defeated. "I can't help it. It's how I am."

 Paige found herself breathing hard long after Frank was gone. She considered warning Jen. But if she talked to Jen she'd have to admit her affair with Frank, which was unthinkable. Also, she wasn't close to Jenny anymore, and this wasn't any of her business. Still, she feared for her old high school friend. And her husband Mike. At the same time though, she felt envious.

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 "Abraham wants your help on the quantum computer project," Colonel Banks told Mike over the phone. Abraham was the leader of the CATF's "brain trust."

 "It's not something I'm interested in," Mike said.

 Banks frowned. "You're not a free agent Andrews," he said. "You work for me. I'm not asking, I'm telling you."

 "I'm not military, I'm not going to blindly follow your orders," Mike said. "The deal was, I work on projects that interest me."

 "This is about money right?" Banks said. "You want the restrictions lifted."

 "No, this is about right and wrong," Mike said. "If you develop a quantum computer, you're going to use it to hurt people."

 "I'm going to use it to protect our country!" Banks insisted, exasperated. "Protect your wife, your daughter!"

 "We can't be that way Colonel," Mike said. "We can't hurt others to save ourselves. Whatever the solution is, it's got to be ... more nuanced. We can't take the approach the result justifies the means."

 "And you don't think we do that?" Banks insisted. "Mike, you have to trust the government to do the right thing."

 "Do you think I just forget Colonel?" Mike said with an incredulous laugh. He bitterly said, "You put me in jail for a year. You torture me. You take my money, ruin my career." Mike shook his head. "I'll work for you Colonel, I'll help protect the country. But don't think I'll ever trust you or the government."

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 There were 3 things Willy loved. Beer and Taco Bell (he considered the 2 practically a food group). And porn.

 Willy was 36, overweight, balding and unkempt. He didn't care about personal hygiene. Willy was too busy with his porn business for things like that.

 It started in college. Willy had a huge collection of X-rated DVDs. Wanting cash to expand his collection, he began renting the DVDs to other students for a dollar a day. When the money began pouring in he quit college and went full time with his porn business.

 He developed an internet porn site. His specialty was celebrities. That was his thing, videos of female celebs either nude or (better yet) getting fucked. Yeah, he had clips from movies just like all the other celeb porn sites. But what made Willy's site special were his "hidden cam" videos.

 Maybe the best example of a hidden cam video was the video of Erin Andrews getting dressed. But the idiot who did that one filmed the slut through the key hole so you couldn't see much and the quality wasn't good. And the dumb fuck got caught because he was stalking the bitch.

 Willy was smarter than that. He moved around a lot, both in and outside the USA, so the Feds couldn't catch him. And he didn't record actresses through fucking keyholes. No, he hid tiny wireless cameras in their hotel rooms. That gave him great video and sound, perfect for distribution on his website.

 How did he plant the cameras? It was actually really easy. Hotel cleaning people don't make much. Many are illegal immigrants. Flash hundred dollar bills in their face and they'll do almost anything.

 Willy didn't have many "hidden cam" videos. Less than 10. Okay, only 4. They weren't easy to get because celebs were careful people and it was hard to find out their schedules. But it was worth the trouble because the videos were extremely lucrative. The last time his subscriptions more than doubled. He made a ton of money off that one (which he didn't really understand because Jennifer Aniston isn't that hot anymore, but go figure). The money made it possible for him to live like a king (and also move from place to place).

 If Willy could pick anyone, his next hidden cam would be of Angelina Jolie. He wanted to see what she looked like after the breast surgery. Yeah, there was a lot of political correctness going on about that, but Willy knew he'd make a killing if he got that one. (As far as Willy was concerned, the Angelina bitch was a has been without those tits of hers – did Brad Pitt even fuck her anymore? -- but seeing as he was a professional he wanted to see to make sure.)

 But the Angelina cunt was too well protected. Willy had a good second choice though. He salivated thinking about her. Jasmine Kelly. Yeah, she'd be perfect. The fact she used to be on ESPN kind of made it fitting (seeing as how the Erin Andrews slut used to be on ESPN too). The fact Jasmine was running for the New York Senate seat made it even better. If he got a vid of Jasmine fucking a guy, he'd make a fortune. 

 It was more than the money though. Celebs were Willy's thing. If he had a video of that hottie Jasmine getting her brains fucked out, he'd rub his cock raw.

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 Mike, Jen and Anna took the Amtrak to Belmont (actually to Boston, and then a commuter train to Belmont via Cambridge). While Jen's mom fussed over Anna, Mike holed up with Jen in her old bedroom.

 Jen's room was almost as she left it when she went to college. Mike loved being in her old bedroom, looking through her stuff. If Jen was his goddess, then her old bedroom was his temple. 

 "Are you ever going to wear this for me?" Mike asked with a grin, looking in the box containing her old cheerleader uniform. The box actually contained a few cheerleader outfits (tops, skirts, briefs, socks, shoes, hair bands and bows, poms). Mike was into the "barely legal" thing, another reason why Jen was his perfect girl because her blue eyes, blonde hair, innocent face and small breasts gave her a youthful almost high school look (even though she was almost 30). He'd love to fuck Jen in her old high school cheerleader outfit. But in all their years together she'd never let him. In fact, she'd never worn any of her cheer outfits for him.

 "You know how I feel about that," Jen said gently, taking the box from him. They'd had this conversation millions of times. Cheerleading had been a big part of Jen's life. It'd been her sport, along with dance and gymnastics. But most people didn't think of cheerleading as a sport. They thought of it as a bunch of silly girls cheering for boys. Colin certainly looked at it that way.

 Because Jen had a sentimental nature, she kept all her cheerleading paraphilia. But looking back she regretted ever getting into cheerleading. Anna would never be a cheerleader if she had anything to do about it.

 Despite all that, Jen would gladly let Mike make love to her in her old cheerleader outfits. What else were they good for? But she cringed at even the idea of Mike seeing her wearing one of the outfits.

 "Remember I told you I wore padded bras for Colin in high school?" Jen said taking Mike's hand. (Author's note: see Cheating and Rivals – Part 2.) She'd told Mike this before, but it seemed like she had to repeat the story whenever they were at her parents' house. "He wanted me bigger. The bras made me like a C cup. All my old cheerleader outfits are sized for that. They'd look terrible on me." Jen's breasts were a little bigger after having Anna, but still probably shy of a B cup.

 "I don't want you to see me like that honey," Jen said. 

 "I get it," Mike said. He knew his wife was insecure about her small breasts. He liked her that way though, so he'd never suggested breast enhancement. While he'd still love to see Jen in her old cheer outfit (he knew she'd still look super hot), he didn't want to hurt her self-esteem.

 "I promise I'll buy a cheerleader outfit and wear it for you," Jen said giving him a mischievous grin. "With stockings and high heels."

 "I'd rather you wore ankle socks and saddle shoes," Mike said with a grin. He wanted her to look exactly as she looked in high school. 

 "God you're so kinky," Jen said with a laugh. 

 At that moment Jen's mom knocked on the door. "Jenny, honey, Paige is on the phone," mom said.

 "What, Paige?" Jen said surprised. She looked at Mike. "You remember Paige, at our wedding? I haven't talked to her in forever." 

 Jen went downstairs to take the call. She returned a few minutes later. "Paige wants to get together," Jen said, a quizzical look on her face. "She says she needs to tell me something."

 "What?" Mike asked.

 "She didn't want to say over the phone," Jen said. "Is it okay if I meet her? I'd like to see her again. I don't think I've seen her since our wedding."

 "Of course baby," Mike said. "Maybe I'll go see a movie. Ant Man maybe." Mom – the proud grandmother -- was planning to take Anna around to her friends. The last thing Mike wanted was to hang in the house with Jen's dad.

 "I'm sure dad will go with you," Jen said reading his mind.

 "Uh ...."

 "I'm just teasing," Jen said with a giggle. 

 Mike grinned. "So, are your parents going to Frank's party tomorrow?" he asked.

 "I told Mom it's for Jasmine's campaign," Jen said.

 "Is it?" Mike asked.

 "I'm not sure," Jen said with a shrug. "But it gives Mom an excuse not to go. Dad always drinks too much at Frank's parties."

 "What will your dad say?" Mike asked.

 "At not being invited?" Jen said. She gave an uncaring shrug. She did not have a good relationship with her father. He'd ignored her while growing up (he still mostly ignored her) and repeatedly cheated on her mother. For the life of Jen she didn't know why her mother was still with him. She said with some bitterness "I don't care what Dad thinks." 

 Mike decided not to go there, well aware of the issues Jen had with her father (Mike thought he was a creep too, although he was always respectful to his father). He had better things to think about anyway. "So, all's go with Frank tomorrow?" Mike asked with an eager glint in his eye.

 "Well, I guess," Jen said with a laugh. Her husband was so predictable. "I don't know what's going to happen. They'll be other people there. But we won't have to worry about Mom or Dad there."

 "That's good honey," Mike said. He pulled his wife to him and raised her top a little. He kissed his wife's flat tummy.

 "I think Frank's into belly rings," Jen said.

 "How do you know?" Mike asked suddenly intrigued.

 "Just his reaction, when I told him I want to get one someday," Jen said.

 "Maybe you should get one then," Mike said kissing his wife's belly button.

 "You don't like piercings," Jen reminded him.

 "I don't like tattoos, but I like yours," Mike said, running his fingers over Jen's lower back. "You'd look sexy with a belly ring. You can get it for Frank."

 "For Frank huh?" Jen said with a knowing, lopsided grin. "Not for you?"

 Mike grinned back at her. 

 "Maybe I will," Jen said, seizing on the opportunity. Whether or not something happened with Frank, this was her chance to get a belly ring! "Do you want to be there?"

 Mike thought about it a moment. "Let's see how it goes with Frank," he said.

 "Okay," Jen said with a laugh. They had the strangest conversations!

 "When do you need to go?" Mike said pulling her closer. Their talk (about Frank, the belly ring and earlier about her cheerleader uniform) had got him hot. 

 "I need to go now honey," Jen said, giggling as she squirmed away from his grasp. "Later mister," she told him with a grin.

 "Can you do something for me?" Mike asked.

 "What?" Jen said with a wary laugh.

 "Wear these," Mike said pulling delicate ankle socks and black and white saddle shoes from Jen's cheer box.

 "Are you serious?" Jen said with another laugh. But she was already tossing off her flats and putting on the socks and saddle shoes. "Paige is going to give me so much shit when she sees me wearing this." Always the fashion plate, Jen rolled the skinny jeans up a couple issues to draw attention to the ankle socks and saddle shoes.

 "You look hot baby," Mike admired. She did too. Jen was wearing a casual top and skinny jeans. The saddle shoes gave a sexy "barely legal high school" vibe to the outfit.

 "You think so huh?" Jen said with a teasing grin. She raised her leg and pressed the toe of the shoe into Mike's chest. "Does this turn you on?"

 "Yeah," Mike said. He was quickly losing control. He moved Jen's foot up to his face. 

 Knowing what her husband wanted, Jen's pushed the toe of the worn saddle shoe into his mouth. Like a cock in his mouth. She said "Suck it Mike."

 It was only a moment, then she pulled back. She giggled seeing the look of uncontrolled lust on her husband's face. Mike was so much fun to torture! "I've got to go baby," she said. She took a red brief from the cheerleader box and stuffed it in his mouth. "You can think about this while I'm gone," she said with more giggles. "But no playing with yourself mister," she playfully warned. "If I have to wear these shoes then you have to wait until I get home."

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 As it turned out, Paige didn't notice Jen's shoes. She had more important things to talk about.

 "What's wrong Paige?" Jen asked after a few minutes of catching up. Paige was clearly distracted and bothered by something.

 "You can never tell Bob, or anyone," Paige warned. She looked frazzled.

 "Of course not honey," Jen assured her.

 Paige hesitated as if mustering up her courage. Then she said in a low voice, "In high school, I had an affair with Frank Tower."

 Jen's eyes grew wide. "You did?" she said shocked.

 "It started the summer before our senior year," Paige said. "We were at a sleepover at Sophie's. You and Sophie were asleep. I woke up, went to the kitchen for water. Mr. Tower – Frank -- was there."

 "I was there?" Jen asked.

 Paige nodded. Her cheeks got red. "So was Mrs. Tower," she continued. "It must've been 2 or 3, everyone was asleep. I went with Mr. Tower to the basement."

 "Just like that?" Jen said looking incredulously at Paige.




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"Not just like that," Paige said. "He seduced me I guess. I had a crush on him. All the girls did, remember Jenny?"

 Jen nodded. Sophie used to joke about it, how all her friends had crushes on her dad. Jen probably would've had a crush on Mr. Tower too if she hadn't been so involved with Colin.

 "He said he wanted to show me something," Paige continued. She laughed trying to remember. "I can't remember what. That's when it happened."

 "Where you a virgin?" Jen asked.

 "No, remember, Mark?" Paige said.

 "Oh yeah," Jen said thinking back. Paige had lost her virginity to her then boyfriend Mark during her junior year.

 "I felt like a virgin though, with Frank," Paige said with a giggle.

 Jen gave a brief smile. Then, remember her own recent experience, she asked "Did he force you?"

 Paige gave Jen a knowing look, the 2 old friends sharing a silent message. She said "Not so much forced. More like, he's used to getting what he wants." After a moment she added in a low whispered "It was the best sex of my life Jenny. He didn't force me." Paige's cheeks were red with embarrassment.

 Jen nodded slowly. She asked "So what happened?"

 "It lasted all through college," Paige said. "Mostly holidays and summers at home. But sometimes Frank visited me at college."

 Jen nodded again, processing all this. Frank had told her he cheated on Mrs. Tower. He seemed regretful about that. Now Jen knew Paige was the girl he cheated with. Were there others? Jen knew that was a stupid question. Of course there were others.

 Paige seemed to read Jen's thoughts. "You probably think I'm terrible," she said looking embarrassed and sheepish.

 Jen knew she had more than a few skeletons in her closet. Deciding to come clean, she whispered "I had an affair with Mr. Hayden."

 Paige's jaw dropped. "When?" she asked wanting to know all the details.

 "Remember Mr. Hayden directed Chicago our senior year?" Jen whispered. "Around then." With a grim expression she added "When Colin cheated on me."

 "Oh yeah, I'm sorry Jenny honey," Paige said, remembering how devastated Jen had been. Still curious though, she whispered "How long did it last?"

 "Just that semester," Jen said. "I think we both felt guilty about cheating on his wife. And I got back together with Colin." 

 "Wow, Mr. Hayden," Paige said amazed. She suddenly felt a lot better. She said with a giggle "God Jenny I think that tops me." 

 "I don't know about that," Jen said with a giggle back. "I guess you never told Sophie?"

 "Ya think?" Paige said sarcastically. They both laughed.

 "Have you talked to Sophie?" Jen asked.

 "No, not since her mom died," Paige said. "She didn't invite me to her wedding."

 "Me either," Jen said. "Frank says she took her mom's death really hard."

 Paige nodded. "You're working with him now?" she asked.

 "How'd you know?" 

 "He stopped by the other day," Paige said. "Then I heard you were in town."

 "What'd he want?" Jen asked.

 "He wanted to talk about you," Paige said. "And Mike."

 "What'd you say?" 

 "I didn't say anything," Paige said. "God Jenny, we haven't talk for forever."

 Jen nodded, knowing that was true. "So ... what did Frank say about me?" she asked hesitantly, although she already knew the answer.

 Paige was embarrassed again. "Jenny ... you're thinking about hooking up with Frank?" she asked feeling awkward to ask such a private question.

 "What did Frank say?" 

 "He kind of said you were hooking up," Paige said. "Listen Jenny, I don't care what you do. I'm not judging you."

 "I'm not cheating on Mike," Jen said defensively. "I tell him everything."

 Paige nodded slowly, processing this. "So you guys are swingers?"

 Jen inwardly sighed. It seemed she was always having to tell people about their "secret" game. "Mike likes to watch me with other guys," Jen whispered. She giggled and said "He's kind of kinky. Please don't tell anyone."

 "Wow," Paige said. "Does he hook up with other girls?"

 "No, Mike only wants me," Jen said definitively.

 "Oh, okay," Paige said, giving Jen a doubtful look. "So, ah, you and Frank have a thing?"

 "Not yet," Jen said, not thinking a blow job in a hotel stairwell rated a "thing." "But Frank's having a party tomorrow."

 "Yeah, Bob and I are going," Paige said. Seeing Jen's questioning look, she added "Bob works for Frank."

 "Oh," Jen said, taking that factoid in.

 "Jenny you can never say anything to Bob," Paige said.

 "He doesn't know?" Jen asked.

 "God no," Paige said. "Bob is so jealous, I don't tell him about any of my old boyfriends. He thinks of me as his virgin bride."

 "Seriously?" Jen said with a skeptical look. 

 "He knows I wasn't a virgin, he just doesn't like thinking about it," Paige said.

 "Okay," Jen said. Bob was so different than Mike. But then, Bob was probably closer to normal and Mike the strange one.

 "I just want to tell you, if you're going to get involved with Frank, you have to be careful," Paige said.

 "What do you mean?" Jen asked.

 "Just be careful," Paige said. "Don't fall in love with him."

 "I'm not going to fall in love," Jen said with a laugh. "This is just play, a game."

 "You say that, but ..."

 Jen looked at her old high school friend. "Paige, do you love Frank?"

 Paige shrugged and didn't answer for a long time. Finally she said "I'm not jealous of you, if that's what you're asking. I always knew Frank had other girls. That's how he is."

 "I'm not looking for anything exclusive," Jen said. "God Paige I'm married." She laughed. "I know that sounds weird. Mike and I play, it's our game, that's all."

 "It's just ... Frank can really get inside you," Paige said. She laughed thinking about what she just said. "Not just physically. I mean in your head. He's like that. Pretty soon, you'll be thinking about him all the time."

 "I mean ... yeah, I get infatuated with my boyfriends," Jen whispered to Paige. "That's part of it for us. It's part of the thrill. But I get over it."

 "That's what I'm saying Jenny," Paige said. "Frank might not let you get over it. He's kind of, a force of nature. If he wants you ... it's hard to say no. You won't want to say no."

 Jen stared at Paige. Finally she asked "Paige, are you still seeing Frank?"

 Paige was silent for long moments. Then she said "The other day ... I hadn't seen him for years. Bob works for him. They see each other all the time. But Frank never did anything, never tried to see me, until this week."

 "You slept with him?" Jen whispered.

 "Yeah," Paige whispered back, red faced again.

 Thinking about it, Jen mused (to herself as much as Paige), "Do you think Frank hired Bob, to keep in touch with you?"

 Paige didn't answer for a long time. Then she said "I don't know, but I think so. I don't want to cheat on Bob. But if Frank comes over again ..."

 "You can say no," Jen said.

 "Jenny, he controls Bob's schedule," Paige said. "He knows when I'm alone."

 "So say no," Jen said again.

 "Jenny, that's what I'm saying," Paige said, trying to make Jen understand. "With Frank Tower, it's hard to say no. You won't want to say no." Ominously she added "You'll see. It'll be the best sex of your life. But it's more than that. He gets inside your head."

 "What do you mean?" Jen asked, doubting the "best sex of your life" part. She didn't doubt Frank was good. But after years of playing the game, she'd had a lot of incredible lovers and awesome sex. As an after-thought, Jen thought "Mike's awesome too of course."

 Paige had thought about it for years. She said "There's a reason Frank's so good at business. He looks at you and it's like he's reading your soul. He's manipulative. But he's so good at it, it's like you want to be manipulated."

 Jen noticed how Paige gushed unconditionally over Frank. She asked again, "Paige, do you still love Frank?"

 Paige shrugged. "It doesn't matter, Frank doesn't want me," she said with more than a little bitterness.

 "But --."

 "I know what you're asking," Paige snapped. She was silent for long moments. Finally she said "I love Bob and Alisha," she said. "But honestly? Yeah, sometimes I daydream about being Frank's wife."

 "God Paige," Jen lamented.

 "I know I'm terrible," Paige admitted. She laughed but it was without any humor. "I know he'd cheat on me. But I'd live with that, to be his wife. Sometimes I wonder if Mrs. Tower was like that. She knew about his cheating, but she stayed with him because she loved him so much."

 Jen nodded. Probably Paige was right. That was exactly the reason why her mom stayed with her dad. 

 "You're lucky, you know," Paige said. "You can have both. Frank, and your family."

 "Yeah," Jen said.

 "Just be careful Jenny," Paige warned. "Frank is really competitive."

 "What do you mean?" 

 "I'm not sure," Paige said honestly. "It just ... I'm not sure how Frank will deal with another man involved. Mike I mean." Paige laughed (again without any humor). "I can't believe we haven't seen each other for years, and we're talking about this."

 "Paige, you're a really good friend for telling me all this," Jen said smiling at Paige and squeezing her hands.

 Paige smiled back. Then she got serious again. "I guess I should tell you one more thing," she said hesitantly.

 "What?"

 "This isn't coming from me, it's Frank," Paige said.

 "Okay ... what?" Jen asked warily.

 "Frank doesn't think Mike is Anna's father," Paige said hesitantly. She hurriedly added "That's what Frank thinks, not me."

 "Why does he think that?" Jen asked, her expression going cold.

 "I don't know," Paige said evasively. Of course, she suspected the same thing as Frank. She said cautiously "Maybe he counted months?"

 "Mike is definitely Anna's father," Jen said sternly, her tone making it clear that was the final word on the topic.

 "Oh okay," Paige said, looking away to escape Jen's glare. Their conversation ending, she said "You won't say anything to Bob, right?" 

 "Never," Jen promised. They hugged goodbye soon after that, knowing they would see each other the next night at Frank's party.

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 Mike got a drink after the movie. He didn't want to get home before Jen (not wanting to be in the house alone with Jen's father).

 When Mike got home the house was dark and quiet. He went up to Jen's bedroom.

 Jen was there in a long robe. Mike looked down and saw she still wore the socks and saddle shoes.

 "Anna?" he asked.

 "She's asleep next door in Emma's room," Jen said as she walked up to her husband. Emma was her older sister. Emma was married and lived in Belmont too. "Mom's asleep. Dad's out somewhere. How was the movie?"

 "Ant man wasn't playing," Mike said. "I watched the Fantastic Four. It was weird seeing the Human Torch as a black guy."

 Jen nodded, not knowing what Mike was talking about. "I missed you," she said hugging him. She smelled alcohol. "You got a drink?" She kissed him and ran her tongue across his. "Highland Park?"

 "I got a scotch," Mike said evasively. He no longer drank Highland Park. It was too pricey for his limited income.

 "I'm so hot baby," Jen said, kissing Mike again. As she kissed her husband she ran her foot up and down his leg. 

 "What are you wearing under this robe?" Mike asked rubbing her back.

 Jen stepped back. "This," she said as she untied the robe and let it fall to her feet.

 Jen was completely nude, except for the socks and shoes. Mike's breath caught. He would never tire of seeing his wife's naked body.

 Mike looked up and down Jen's body. Her perky tiny tits. Her flat stomach. Her long gorgeous legs. Jen was still a work out freak. Her slim body was tight and toned, yet soft in all the right places. She kept a tiny landing strip above her clit; otherwise, she was completely bare except for her blonde hair. She wore her blonde hair long. Mike often told her he liked her hair "a few inches passed your bra strap."

 Mike gazed at Jen's feet. The lace edged ankle socks and white and black saddle shoes made Jen look so young. So wickedly young. Like a ripe Lolita. "What did Paige want to talk about?" he asked, cupping his wife's small yet perfect breasts.

 "I'll tell you in a minute," she said. She quickly took off Mike's clothes. "Are you hot for me baby?" she asked.

 "Yeah," Mike said with a hoarse, excited voice.

 Jen sat Mike on the edge of the bed. She got down on her knees between his legs. Pulling her long hair to the side, she went down on him. She wanted to get Mike off so he would last longer when they fucked later. As she suspected, Mike didn't last long. He was so hot he came more than usual. Still, Jen easily swallowed all of it.

 Jen stood up and leaned into Mike. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. Then she ran her fingertip along his lips. "Baby," she said with a desperate look on her face.

 Mike knew what his wife wanted. He laid her on the bed and they made out. Then Mike moved down her body, spending time fondling her tits and licking her nipples. He got between her long shapely legs and worked his magic on her pussy and clit. Soon Jen was grabbing at the sheets, writhing under his tongue. As she came, she bit into a pillow to stifle her moans (not wanting her mom to hear or Anna to wake up).

 Afterwards they lay in bed, on their sides looking at each other. Mike pulled a blanket over them as Jen's was cold (it got cold in Belmont at night, even in the summer). Mike positioned his legs so his calves pressed against the saddle shoes. Jen knew her husband had a major leg and foot fetish. As they talked she moved her foot up and down, softly caressing Mike's calf and foot with the saddle shoe from her high school cheerleading. 

 "Paige had an affair with Frank in high school," Jen whispered to him in the near darkness.

 "Really?" Mike said his eyes going wide.

 "Yeah," Jen said. "All through college."

 "Why'd she tell you, after all this time?" Mike asked.

 "She knows about me and Frank."

 "How?"

 "Frank told her."

 Mike frowned. "I thought he'd be discreet," he said.

 "Yeah, I'll have to talk to him about that," Jen said. She ran her manicured nail up Mike's chest. "Paige told me things."

 "We're still going to the party tomorrow?" Mike asked. "You're not pissed at Frank for telling Paige without asking you first?"

 "I'm annoyed at him," Jen said. "But you have to let me tell you what Paige told me."

 There was excitement in Jen's voice and Mike heard it. He looked closer at Jen's pretty face. Even in the moonlight it was easy to see. Jen had a major cum face on.

 "What baby?" Mike asked, moving his hand up and thumbing her nipple. Her nipple was rock hard.

 Jen moaned as Mike touched her nipple. Her nipples were really sensitive. In truth, like a lot of moms, she lost some sensitivity after breast feeding Anna. It used to be, she could almost cum from just a guy playing with her nipples (in fact, she'd cum a few times that way). To her regret, though, her nipples weren't as sensitive anymore after having Anna. In her quiet moments she worried what might happen if she had another baby, or a third. She never told Mike this though. She didn't want him to think she was somehow "damaged." It was like how she told his brother Joe one time. Her greatest fear was the day men (and especially Mike) no longer thought she was hot. (Author's note: See Consequences - Part 20)

 But still, her nipples were still the 2nd most sensitive part of her body (after her clit of course). "Stop, I can't concentrate," Jen giggled, taking Mike's hand off her breast. She kissed his hand and said "I think Frank might be the guy."

 "Your next lover?" Mike asked excitedly.

 "More than that."

 "Your next boyfriend?" Mike asked even more excited.

 "No Mike," Jen said with another giggle. She was kind of nervous and embarrassed. "I mean, maybe, but that's not what I mean." She kissed his hand again.

 "What baby?" Mike asked. 

 Jen reached down and cupped her husband's penis. She was happy to see he was hard. "You know how I want to find a man who'll control me?" she asked as she slowly stroked him. She leaned down and whispered in Mike's ear, "And control you too?"

 "Yeah," Mike said breathing hard.

 Jen got on top of Mike and guided him inside her. "I think Frank might be that guy," she said as she lowered herself on her husband's manhood.

 "What did Paige say?" Mike asked, his eyes rolling back in his head and Jen rode him up and down.

 "Just look what Frank did in Chicago," Jen said excitedly.

 "I need to talk to him about that," Mike said with a frown.

 "Okay baby, you can talk to him tomorrow," Jen said, wrapping her arms around Mike's neck and kissing him. "But I'm okay with what he did. That matters, right?"

 "Yeah," Mike agreed. He began moving his hips up to fuck harder.

 Jen stopped him with a soft hand on his stomach. "Let me control it Mike. I don't want you to cum too fast." Not wanting her words to come across as scolding or criticism, she quickly kissed Mike and said "Is that okay baby?"

 "Yeah," Mike said, laying back flat on the bed and letting Jen ride him.

 As she rocked back and forth, she leaned over and kissed Mike. "What do you think of that idea?" she asked.

 "I'm not sure," he said with an uncertain laugh. 

 "You need to trust me baby," Jen said looking into her husband's eyes. "I get you. You'll love it."

 "I know you'll love it," Mike said, emphasizing the word "you'll."

 Jen stopped moving on Mike's cock. "Is that what you think?" she said looking upset.

 Mike hated when Jen wasn't happy. He said "I guess I don't get it. Why it turns you on so much."

 "It's because I love you," Jen said.

 "Seriously?" Mike asked with a laugh.

 Jen asked "If you didn't love me, would you still be into seeing me with other men?"

 "I guess not," Mike conceded.

 "See?" Jen said.

 "Not really," Mike said with another laugh. 

 "You have to trust me baby," Jen said, starting to move up and down on Mike again. "Do you trust me?" 

 "Yeah," Mike said honestly. How could he not trust her? She was his goddess.

 "Just, if I go too far," she said. "Or if Frank goes too far. Just tell me. I'll take care of you baby."

 "Who'll take care of you?" Mike asked.

 "You will Mike," Jen said. "You always take care of me. Right?"

 "Yeah," Mike said.

 "Does this feel good?" Jen asked, adjusting her legs so the toes of the saddle shoes dug into the sides of Mike's knees.

 "Yeah," Mike said again. This time the "yeah" sounded like a moan.

 "See?" Jen said. "I know what you like."

 "Jen?" Mike said.

 "Yeah baby?" 

 "I need to talk to Frank tomorrow before anything happens," Mike said.

 "You will baby," Jen assured him, kissing her husband. "I promise."

 Mike managed to hold off until Jen came. Afterwards they spooned in bed.

 "Jen?" Mike said to the back of her head, her soft blonde hair tickling his nose.

 "Yeah?" Jen said. She was awake too, looking into the darkness, thinking about Frank and her conversation with Paige.

 "You think Sophie found out about Paige and her father?" Mike asked.

 Jen had the same thoughts. Nodding in the darkness, she said "Or maybe another girl. I think Sophie blames Frank for her mother's death."

 "She had cancer," Mike pointed out.

 "Yeah but ... I don't know all the details," Jen said. She thought about Anna. She couldn't imagine a life where they were alienated. It must be terrible for Frank. She said "Maybe I can help bring them back together." Jen thought about Frankie, how she helped him. Of course, she didn't bring Frankie up to Mike, just like she tried not to mention any of her past boyfriends unless Mike brought them up (usually only when he was feeling frisky). Maybe she could help Frank reconcile with Sophie.




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"But, if Sophie finds out about you and her father," Mike said. That would be a bad thing, probably kill their friendship and cause problems for Frank in his relationship with his daughter.

 "Yeah but, this is way after Mrs. Tower died," Jen said having already thought of this. "Anyway, she won't find out."

 Mike was doubtful of that. Look how quickly Paige found out. Thinking of that, he asked "Did you tell Paige about our game?"

 Jen turned around so she was facing her husband. "I kind of had to baby," she said. She rubbed his chest. "Are you okay with that?"

 "I guess so," Mike said. "I guess everyone knows I'm a cuck."

 "That's not true," Jen assured him. "They might suspect we play, but they don't know. Anyway, it's on me, not you. Everyone thinks you're the best husband and father."

 "Yeah right," Mike said sarcastically. Actually they thought he was so pathetic in bed his wife needed other men to satisfy her needs.

 "Are you really upset by this?" Jen asked. She moved her hand down Mike's body to his cock. It was half hard and stirring back to life.

 "I guess it's a turn on," Mike admitted.

 "I thought so," Jen said with a giggle. She began stroking him. "Can you cum again?"

 "Yeah but, your parents ..." Mike said. He didn't want to leave cum stains on the sheets.

 Jen read his mind. "I'll wash the sheets before we leave," she assured him.

 "Okay," Mike said. Breathing harder, he said "Tell me again what Frank did."

 "I teased him, he has a thing for high heels," Jen said with an excited, delighted look in her eyes. "I teased him with Cap at the pool. When I went to my room he pulled me into the stairwell. I was scared but then I saw it was him." 

 "You weren't scared?" Mike asked.

 "I was, but I knew I was safe," Jen said. "Does that make sense?"

 "Yeah, I think so," Mike said. "That turned you on?"

 "Yeah," Jen said. She was getting hot from recounting the story. As she stroked Mike, she pushed her other hand into her panties and rubbed herself. "He pushed me down on my knees. He forced his cock into my mouth. He's really big. God I was so turned on baby ...."



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"Zip me?" Jen said to Mike, turning around and holding up her long blonde hair. Mike zipped Jen's dress and then she turned around. "What do you think?"

Mike's eyes went up and down his wife, his heart beat quickening. Jen wore a sleeveless white shift dress. While it showed off her slim figure, it certainly wasn't body hugging. The dress was simple and classic, conservative even.

Except, the dress ended really high up Jen's legs. Really high. The dress ended just a couple inches passed her panties. With her 4 inch heels, Jen's incredible legs truly appeared to go on forever.

"You look incredible honey," Mike gushed. Jen gave him a smile at the compliment. "You're wearing pantyhose?" he asked, figuring there was no way to hide stocking tops with that short a dress.

"Stockings," Jen told him. She tugged the dress up slightly. The thigh highs ended just below her panties. The lacy stocking tops were thin, no more than an inch. They weren't visible when she was standing or walking, but she'd have to be careful when sitting not to flash them. Although, that was probably the point at least with Frank.

"For you honey," Jen said with a grin at Mike. She knew her husband always got a charge when she wore hose, especially thigh highs (although he loved when she wore pantyhose and tights too). Back in high school and college she hated wearing hose. But she gradually gave into Mike's preferences and wore hose almost all the time now. She even wore hose in the summer (like now), except when it got blistering humid and hot in the City.

"We better go," she said. She put on a light summer jacket. She didn't want her parents to see how short the dress was.

"Bye mommy, daddy," Anna said as Jen and Mike gave their daughter kisses goodbye. Anna was in mom's lap. Mom looked happy to stay home with Anna rather than go to Frank's party.

The same couldn't be said of Jen's dad. "You're invited and I'm not?" Dad said bad-temperedly. "Frank's my friend not yours."

"I work with Frank," Jen said with a scowl. She had a love-hate relationship with her father. "This is a work function."

"You should call him Mr. Tower," Dad said with a scowl back.

"Dad I'm not a teenager anymore," Jen said. She gave Anna another kiss then grabbed Mike's hand and left. "God I can't stand him," she told Mike as they drove to Frank's house in the rental car.

"Maybe we should do something with your parents tomorrow," Mike suggested, trying to be peacemaker.

"Mom maybe, but not Dad," Jen said. "I know what you're trying to do Mike. But you have loving supporting parents. My Mom's like that, but not Dad. You know I think he still cheats on her? I'm pretty sure. I wish she'd leave him."

"People need their parents Jen," Mike pointed out.

"I don't," Jen said. She grabbed her husband's hand. "I have you."

The valets took the car keys from Mike as they arrived. Jen left the jacket in the car. The valets took long looks at Jen's incredible legs.

The party was packed. Jen scanned the crowd. She nudged Mike. "Look over there."

Mike looked over the sea of people. Taylor Swift. Wow. Mike's eyes lingered on the young 25 year old super star. Talk about a beautiful blonde with long legs ....

"Will you put your eyes back in your head," Jen said with an elbow to her husband's side.

"I was, ah, just noticing Taylor talking to Chris Christie," Mike said with a grin. "Frank invited Republicans too?"

"This is supposed to be a social event," Jen said. She added (a little sarcastically) "Anyway, Jasmine likes to think she can work with Republicans and Democrats."

"Can she?" Mike asked.

"I don't know Mike, do we have to talk about her?" Jen snapped. 

"Okay, sorry," Mike said. He was thinking Jen brought up Jasmine, not him. She couldn't possibly be jealous because he was looking at Taylor, right? Maybe she was nervous about seeing Frank.

At that moment Frank Tower walked up to them, all smiles. "Jenny, you look wonderful my dear," he said, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. Then he turned to Mike. "Mike Andrews, it's my pleasure to meet you," he gushed, shaking Mike's hand. "I'm a great admirer."

"Thanks," Mike said surprised at the welcome. 

Frank was holding 2 glasses of clear liquid. "You'll love this," he said giving one to Jen.

"Tequila?" Jen asked taking a sip. "Oh god this is so good," she gushed.

"You like tequila?" Mike asked.

"Frank's getting me into it," Jen said. She handed the glass to him. "Try it honey."

Mike took a sip. He normally didn't like tequila but this was certainly smooth. He gave the glass back to his wife.

"I have a feeling you want to talk to me," Frank said giving Mike a knowing grin.

"Uh, yes, I do," Mike stammered, off balance by Frank's offer and directness.

 "Let's go to my den," Frank said to Mike. "Jenny I think Leo's looking for you."

"Okay," Jen said giving Frank a smile. She looked at Mike and gave his hand a quick squeeze.

"I understand you're a Highland Park man," Frank said as he closed the door to his den. 

"Yeah," Mike said. He watched as Frank poured him a drink. Frank's Highland Park was not the standard bottling he normally bought. Instead, this was one of the high end Highland Parks that cost close to $1000 for a bottle.

"I've known Jenny for years," Frank said as they settled into chairs across from each other. 

Mike nodded. His wife went by Jen now of course, but it gave him a charge to hear Frank call her by her school girl name.

"Jenny was all blonde hair and legs back then," Frank said. He chuckled as he added "I suppose she still is."

Mike nodded again. He took a sip of the scotch, unsure how to begin the conversation. It occurred to him that he rarely spoke to Jen's lovers about their relationship with his wife. Usually Jen passed along anything he wanted them to know.

Always direct, Frank began the conversation. He said "Jenny tells me you enjoy sharing her."

"She enjoys being shared," Mike said. "We're both into it. Are you judging us?"

"I'm certainly in no position to judge anyone," Frank said with a laugh but his eyes held no humor. He took a long draw of his tequila. 

"I let Jen have lovers," Mike said. "But you have to treat her right."

"You're talking about what happened in Chicago?" Frank said.

Mike nodded.

"No offense, but Jenny's a manipulative bitch," Frank said. He smiled to take the bite out of his words. "She's beautiful and she knows it. She uses her pretty looks. You're her husband, you obviously love her, so you let her get away with it. Probably most men are the same way. That's not me Mike." Frank shrugged. "I'm not perfect, far from it. But I'll never lie to you, never hide anything."

"You don't pull her into a stairway," Mike said with a glare at Frank.

"Did Jenny complain? Is she upset?" When Mike didn't answer Frank knew he was right. He said, "This is the way I am. I'm not changing for you, or Jenny, or anyone. If that's not acceptable then walk away. That's the best I can do Mike. I am who I am."

**************

"Frank said you wanted to see me?" Jen asked Leo.

"Yeah Jennifer," Leo said. He grinned at her. "Frank said you were amazing in Chicago. We raised over twice our target."

"I guess maybe I'm more use than a symbol?" Jen said sarcastically, referring to how Jasmine wanted her at the fundraiser to show how she could be reasonable and work both sides of the aisle.

"That was Jasmine's idea Jennifer, I never thought that," Leo assured her.

Jen shrugged, as if saying "whatever." "Where is our master manipulator?" she asked with a touch of irritation in her voice.

"You know Jas, she's always working the room," Leo said. "She's with her new boyfriend. Justin something." 

"Timberlake?" Jen asked. She added with a giggle "Bieber?"

"No not them, thank god," Leo said with a laugh. "Although they might be next. Jasmine churns through boyfriends." Without thinking he added "Actually Mike was her longest boyfriend I can remember." Realizing he just put his foot in his mouth, he said "Sorry about that."

Jen shrugged. "I don't know why I'm working for Jasmine," she mused as much to herself as Leo.

"Because you believe in her positions," Leo said. "You don't have to like the candidate Jennifer. I've run dozens of campaigns and half the time I don't. But if they have the right ideas and ideals, and if they're good people, then that's what matters."

"I guess," Jen said although she wasn't entirely convinced. She certainly wasn't sure if Jasmine was a good person.

"By the way, Mike's here right?" Leo said. He looked across the room. "You might want to stay away from JJ. I don't think he's a big fan of Mike. Because of Liberty-Gate."

"Oh," Jen said, following Leo's eyes. She saw an older, balding man. He was just a little taller than her and wore a non-descript suit that didn't fit him well. He was Jonathan Jakes, JJ, special advisor to the President. He didn't look like much, but everyone respected him. In fact, most people (including Leo) were scared shitless of JJ. She didn't understand why, JJ didn't look like much. But she respected Leo, so if he was intimidated, then JJ was a person to avoid.

Jen said "Okay, I'll tell Mike."

***********

"How'd it go?" Jen whispered when Mike approached a few minutes later.

"He's not apologizing for Chicago," Mike said.

"I didn't think he would," Jen said with a laugh. Then she saw her husband looked bothered. She squeezed his hand and said "Baby, I'm really okay with what happened."

"He's dangerous Jen," Mike said.

"He won't hurt me Mike," Jen assured her husband. "Look around baby, at all the famous people. Frank wouldn't risk a scandal. And I've known him for years. He's friends with my parents. He wouldn't hurt me."

"I guess not," Mike said, only partially mollified.

"Frank's perfect honey," Jen said with an excited sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes. "He'll push our boundaries. That's what we want, right? Actually, I would've been disappointed if he apologized."

Mike couldn't help getting into the spirit of his wife's enthusiasm. After all, he was addicted to their game. He grinned at her and whispered "Are you wet?"

"I'm trying to control myself," Jen whispered back. She had an excited glow to her but she didn't have a complete cum face on. "When you went with Frank to his den, that what so hot."

"Do you want to fuck him, with all these people here?" Mike whispered excitedly.

"I want to be a little subtle," Jen said with a giggle. "But I probably should talk to him."

"Okay, I can take care of myself," Mike said.

Jen remembered what Leo said. "Do you know JJ? Jonathan Jakes?" she asked. When Mike shook his head no, she said "He works in the White House. That's him over there."

"Okay," Mike said seeing the older balding man talking with people across the room.

"Leo said you might want to avoid JJ," Jen said gently.

Mike got it. "Liberty-gate?"

"Yeah," Jen said squeezing Mike's hand. "I guess I'll go find Frank."

"Okay," Mike said. He watched his wife move away. Then he turned back to JJ. He looked at the man for a long time.

**************

Jen found Frank a few minutes later. "We should talk," she told him.

"I think you're right," Frank said. He led Jen down to the basement 

Jen looked around the room. It was a luxurious man cave with an elaborate bar and high tech home theatre with a wall filled with huge flat screen TVs. "Is this where you fucked Paige?" Jen asked, wanting to throw Frank off balance.

Frank was startled but for only a moment. "So she talked to you," he said with a sly smile.

"We were best friends," Jen said. "She wanted to warn me to stay away from you."

"You should listen to her," Frank said moving close to Jen. He brushed his fingertips across her breasts.

"You've got a lot of nerve," Jen said although she made no move to push his hand away.

"Come on Jenny, I think we're pass your hard to get act," Frank said as he continued to lightly caress Jen's breasts over her dress. "Yes, I fucked Paige down here. A few times with a party going on upstairs, just like now."

"So that's what I am, your new Paige?"

"What, you're jealous I picked Paige instead of you?" Frank said with a laugh.

"You think so much of yourself," Jen said with a laugh back. "I was with Colin then. I had no interest in you."

"What does that say about Mike?" Frank asked with a grin. "He's your husband, but you're here with me with your tit in my hand."

Jen stepped away from him. She glared at Frank. "I don't want you to talk about Mike," she said sternly.

Frank was about to respond but Jen cut him off. "Wait, I'm not done. Sometimes you call me Jenny Johnson. Don't call me that, I'm not Johnson anymore. My last name is Andrews, you know that. Also, you better not do anything to Paige or her husband. If I hear Bob got fired or demoted, we're over."

Frank began saying something but Jen cut him off again. "One more thing," she said. "Mike is Anna's father. I never want to hear anything different from you."

"Are you done?" Frank said with a glare at Jen.

"Yes," Jen said with a determined look on her face.

Frank moved towards Jen, forcing her to back up. Soon she was pressed against a wall with Frank so close she could feel his breath on her face when he talked.

"Did Paige tell you I paid her college tuition when her parents divorced?" Frank said. "Paige asked me to hire Bob when he got laid off, so I did. I'm fond of Paige and I like her husband. He's a hard worker. I'm not going to retaliate. I'm not petty Jenny."

"Good, I just –," Jen began, but Frank stopped her with a finger to her lips.

"I'm talking Jenny," Frank said. "Something you need to understand. I don't respond well to people telling me what to do. You have spirit and I like that. You defend your friend and I admire that. But you don't order me Jenny. No one orders me. You ask politely. Understand Jenny?"

"Yeah Frank, whatever," Jen said. She was putting up a brave face and trying to keep her voice from shaking. 

"You're a beautiful girl Jenny," Frank continued, running his finger across Jen's lips. "You're used to getting your way. All your life you've had men wrapped around your finger. I'm not like that Jenny. I demand respect. In return, I'll treat you right."

"Like Chicago?" Jen shot back, although her scowl was only half-hearted.

Frank pushed his finger into Jen's mouth. She resisted momentarily but then relented. Frank stroked her tongue with his finger. After a moment Jen licked and sucked his finger, like she was blowing him. Frank smiled. "Yeah Jenny, like Chicago," he told her.

"One more thing," Frank said. He pulled his finger out of Jen's mouth. He traced over her chin and down her neck with his wet fingertip. Then he put his hand over her breast. "You need to be honest with me Jenny. You lied to me. I know for a fact Mike is not Anna's father." Frank's private investigator had gotten a copy of the paternity test showing that Drum's was Anna's father, not Mike.

Jen was silent for long moments. This seemed so surreal, boxed in by Frank, his hand cupping her breast, all of this happening with the party going on upstairs. "Mike's not Anna's biological father," Jen finally admitted in a low voice. "But he's her father."

Frank smiled. "See? That's all you had to say. Always tell me the truth Jen honey. It's not hard, right?" Frank continued to caress Jen's breast. He thumbed her nipple through her dress and bra. A moan escaped her lips.

Frank's hand moved down her body, from her breasts, over her flat stomach, to the hem of her short shift dress. His fingertips moved to her thighs. Frank looked displeased when he felt the silk of Jen's stockings. Then his fingers moved up her thighs and disappeared under the dress. His frown turned to a smile when he felt Jen's soft skin above her stocking tops. Then his fingers reached her panties.

"I like the dress Jenny," Frank said as he softly stroked between her pussy lips over her panties.

"Thanks," Jen breathed, the one word coming out like a moan.

"This dress reminds me how you dressed in high school," Frank said as he continued to finger her. "You showed more leg then."

"I'm older now," Jen said, her voice shaky.

"I think you're even prettier now," Frank said, so close to Jen now their lips almost touched.

"Thank you," Jen said. Again she thought how unreal and ridiculous this situation was. They were both fully dressed, yet Frank had his hand up her dress and was fingering her. And she was letting him. All of this happening while they were having a mostly normal conversation with the party going on upstairs. With her husband upstairs.

"Ever think I'd be doing this?" he asked as he stroked soft circles around her clit.

"No," Jen said, the word coming out like a moan. She rolled her head back as he stroked over her clit. "God Frank," she said with an embarrassed laugh. 

"You're wet Jenny," Frank said as he continued to rub between her pussy lips and draw circles around her clit.

"Ya think?" Jen said with a laugh. Her chest heaved as Frank fingered her. She said with another laugh "Can you at least kiss me if you're going to do that?"

"You like to kiss?" Frank asked.

"Yeah," Jen breathed, her beautiful face flush with excitement. She moved forward to kiss but Frank pulled away. "God Frank," she said, pleading and frustration in her voice. She was close to an orgasm, but he was keeping her on the edge.

"You're not in control Jenny," Frank said with a confident smile. Then, in a single smooth movement, Frank pulled her panties aside and pushed a finger into her pussy.

"Ugh god," Jen groaned at the sudden penetration. Frank expertly found her g-spot. "Oh fuck," Jen moaned as he rubbed her there. Frank adjusted his hand so he could rub her g-spot and thumb her clit at the same time. "Oh god Frank!" Jen cried her manicured fingernails digging into his muscular arm. Jen came a moment later, the intensity of the orgasm lifting her out of her high heels.

Jen collapsed into Frank's chest, gasping as she recovered from her orgasm. "Oh god oh god oh god," she panted into Frank's tailored shirt.

Frank kissed Jen tenderly on the cheeks and lips. "See Jen honey?" he said between loving kisses. "I'll take care of you."

"Yeah yeah yeah," Jen panted. Her knees were shaky. If not for Frank's arm around her she'd collapse to the floor.

Frank withdrew his finger from Jen's pussy. "Here Jenny, taste yourself," he said, pressing his wet finger between Jen's lips. Jen let Frank push his finger into her mouth. She sucked him like before, licking her juices off his finger.

Frank gave Jen more tender kisses. He pulled away and began straightening his suit. "You should check on your husband."

"Oh ... yeah, sure," Jen sputtered, surprised Frank didn't want her to do something for him. With shaky hands she fixed her dress and hair.

"I'd like to see you this week," Frank said, his voice casual but like a command. "We have a lot to talk about."

"Okay, yeah, definitely," Jen said.

****************

Mike wandered around the party, trying to keep to himself and avoid having to talk to anyone. He didn't like parties, especially ones like this where he didn't know anyone. He sipped scotch and pretended to watch the Mets game, but really his thoughts were on Jen and what she was doing with Frank.

"Hello Mike," a voice said from behind him. Mike turned. It was Jasmine Kelly.

"Oh, hi Jasmine," Mike said. 

"You look good," Jasmine said.

"Thanks but, I've actually gained some weight," Mike admitted.

"I mean, you look happy," Jasmine said. 

"I am happy," Mike said.

"Because you're back with Jen," Jasmine said. 

There was an awkward silence. Then Jasmine said "So where is your pretty wife? Oh let me guess. She's with Frank Tower." Seeing Mike's surprise, she said "I have eyes Mike. And ears. There are rumors."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 18



Mike shrugged. "You know how we are Jas. It's something we do together."

"Really, together?" Jasmine asked with a bitter laugh. She knew only Jen "played" while Mike stayed faithful to her.

"It brings us closer together," Mike said. He shrugged. "If you're not into it you wouldn't get it."

"Well I don't get it," Jasmine said with another humorless, sarcastic laugh. Turning melancholy, she said "You know, there are things I would've done if we had more time. Things I would have done for you. You never gave me a chance."

Mike raised an eyebrow at that. Jasmine was beautiful – exceedingly beautiful – but in bed she was plain brown wrapper. "Seriously?" he said skeptically. 

"We all have our demons Mike," Jasmine said with another laugh.

Mike searched inside himself, searched his desires. If Jasmine had played the game, would it have made a difference? If she fucked other men for him, dated other men, would he have fallen in love with her? 

But the question was also the answer. What made the game so exciting and dangerous was he loved Jen. Love came first, then the game. Sure, it would be exciting to watch Jasmine with another man. But it would be no more than watching a porno flick. All the cuckold thrill and angst, the emotions, the heartache and delight, none of that would be there with Jasmine. That only happened when it was the girl you loved holding another man's hand, kissing him, making love, cumming on his cock. For Mike, it only worked with Jen.

Jasmine read it in Mike's face. It wouldn't have made a difference. "Well nice seeing you Mike," she said bitterly, turning away.

"Jasmine," Mike said. He didn't know what to say. Finally he said "I'm sorry."

Jasmine looked at Mike. She shrugged, then walked away.

A little later Jen found Mike in a mostly empty sitting room. He was pretending to watch a Mets game but his thoughts were on his wife and Frank Tower, and also his conversation with Jasmine. He didn't mention Jasmine to Jen of course.

"Take me home," Jen said urgently, grabbing her husband's arm.

"What happened?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Now Mike, take me home," Jen pleaded.

Halfway home Jen made Mike pull into a deserted parking lot. She couldn't wait and knew they'd have to spend time with Anna and her parents when they got home. 

She frantically unzipped Mike and pulled his cock from his pants. She awkwardly climbed over the gear shift and straddled her husband's legs. She pulled her panties aside and guided his cock into her.

"What happened?" Mike asked.

"Later," Jen said as she desperately rode her husband's cock. God she needed fucked so bad! Mike wasn't big but he was hard.

But Mike was too sexed up. Taking to Jasmine (and wondering what she might have been willing to do for him) made it worse. After just a few moments he came. "Fuck, I'm sorry," Mike said feeling bad and cursing himself.

"It's okay honey, it's okay," Jen said, tenderly kissing all over his face. But inside her body screamed in frustrated longing. She needed fucked so bad! God why couldn't Mike last longer? Why couldn't he be bigger?

Back at the party, Frank stayed in the basement for a long time after Jen left. He was trying to get control of himself. 

Looking into Jenny's pretty face as she came had been an incredible sight. It was probably the most beautiful, most erotic thing he'd ever seen. God she had the bluish eyes. He could get lost looking into those eyes. 

Jenny looked so sweet and innocent. Yet Frank knew she was a bad girl with a big sexual appetite. The combination made her even more alluring.

There was something about Jenny Johnson. Why did she captivate him so? Flirty and bitchy, charming and sweet, engaging, nervy, and so drop dead gorgeous. God he wanted to fuck her. But he had to be patient. It was like training a young horse. He needed to break Jenny's spirit. Not completely. But just enough.

Still, Frank was a man, and men had physical needs. He called his aide. "Find Paige and ask her to come down to the basement," he ordered. 

Paige wasn't nearly as alluring as Jenny Johnson. But she was a girl, she had decent looks, and she had a pussy. At the moment that was what Frank wanted.

"Frank's kind of a force of nature," Jen told Mike later in bed, using the same words as Paige. They were laying on their sides looking at each other. Anna and her parents were asleep. 

"That turns you on?" Mike asked knowing his wife.

"Yeah," Jen said. "Other guys, like Colin and Scott, they're aggressive, but not like Frank. Maybe because he's older."

"What about Clint?" Mike asked as he caressed his wife's shoulder.

"Yeah maybe," Jen said. "But back then I was mostly thinking about you."

"I like hearing that," Mike said with a smile at his wife.

Jen reached down to Mike's crotch. She was happy to feel him hard. She got on top of him and guided his cock into her. "Did you get upset waiting?" she asked as she slowly rocked back and forth.

"I was too excited," Mike said. Again he didn't mention talking to Jasmine. He thought back to his conversation with Frank. "I know what you mean. Frank doesn't listen to anyone. He told me, if you don't like it, leave."

"I guess he's so successful he can be like that," Jen said.

"I'm surprised you didn't fuck him," Mike said as he raised his hands and tenderly cupped Jen's breasts.

"I wanted to," Jen admitted with a laugh. "Frank plays power games."

"I'm sorry I came so fast before," Mike said.

"You don't have to apologize baby," Jen said, leaning down and kissing her husband. She giggled and said "The good thing about being married, we can always do it again." 

"I can last until you cum this time," Mike promised.

"I love you Mike," Jen said leaning down and kissing him again. She always felt Mike's unconditional love. He was so kind and tender. He treated her like his goddess. Maybe he didn't always give her body what she needed, but he always fueled her heart and spirt.

"So if it gets too intense, we'll need to end it with Frank," Mike said. "It's not like he'll change for us."

"I know," Jen said having thought the same thing.

"Will you be able to end it?" Mike asked.

Jen remembered what Paige said, about how it's hard to say no to Frank Tower. "Yeah but, I might need your help," she said.

"Okay," Mike said, both bothered and excited by his wife's words.

Jen read his thoughts. "You might have a hard time ending it too," she said.

"That's why this one is so exciting," Mike said.

"We talk about them like they're objects," Jen said with a giggle, referring to her lovers.

"They are, human dildos," Mike said grinning at her.

"Maybe I'll tell Frank that," Jen said giggling again. She got serious and said guiltily "I told Frank about Anna."

"What do you mean?"

"That ... that you're Anna's father, but not her biological father."

Mike was silent for a moment. "How did it come up?" he asked.

"Frank brought it up," Jen said. "He said he knew."

"I guess anyone can count months."

"No, I think he really knows," Jen said thinking back to her conversation with Frank.

Mike thought about it. With Frank's money and power, he could easily get a copy of the paternity test results.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said anything," Jen said.

"Why did Frank talk about it?" Mike asked. He felt his cuckold desires growing inside him.

Jen heard the extra excitement in Mike's voice. She felt his cock getting harder inside her. "I don't know," she said. She leaned down and they made out as she continued to ride him. Jen rode Mike harder, feeling her own excitement grow. "Frank plays power games," Jen said between kisses. "Maybe he wants to control you too."

Their fucking turned frantic as Jen rode Mike hard and fast. True to his promise, Mike held off until Jen came. When her orgasm hit, Jen bit into Mike's shoulder to stifle her screams. She collapsed onto Mike's chest, panting. After a few moments of recovery, she began rocking on Mike again, slower now.

They were silent as they made love. Mike ran his hands over Jen's flat tummy, to her breasts, and then her tummy again.

"What are you thinking about?" Jen asked as she slowly rocked back and forth.

Mike hesitated a moment. "I wish I was with you when you were pregnant," he said as he continued to caress Jen's toned, flat stomach.

"I wish you were there too," Jen said, leaning down and kissing Mike. They kissed as they made love, the room silent except for the soft sounds of their love making.

*******************

Justin drove Jasmine to her hotel. "Do you think the DNC's closer to supporting me?" she asked. Justin was a rising star on the Democratic National Committee.

"Jasmine you're always talking business," Justin said with a laugh.

"This election is important to me," Jasmine said.

"I know, but what about our relationship?" Justin said as they arrived at Jasmine's hotel. He put the car in park and turned to Jasmine. "You know, I'm starting to think you're dating me just to get an edge with the DNC."

"Justin you know that's not true," Jasmine said.

"Well, all I know is ..." Justin said as he put his hand on Jasmine's leg. 

Jasmine inwardly sighed. Why were men so obsessed with sex? Okay, true, they'd been dating for a few weeks and they hadn't had sex yet. But why couldn't men wait? Why couldn't they get to know each other first?

Still, Justin was a major catch. And yes, he could help with getting support from the DNC. Jasmine gave Justin a smile and said "You're right, I work too much. I'm sorry. Want to come up?"

A half hour later Justin rolled off Jasmine and fell on to his back, panting. God, Jasmine Kelly did not disappoint! She was gorgeous and her body was incredible. She wasn't the most creative lover, but Justin liked that, it meant she probably hadn't been with too many guys. 

"That was incredible babe," Justin gushed, reaching over and cupping one of Jasmine's tits. Her breasts were fucking amazing! Huge yet incredibly shapely and firm, with perky nipples. Her entire body was amazing. It was like being in bed with a Playboy centerfold model.

"You're so wonderful honey," Jasmine said. She pulled the sheets up to her neck. She suddenly felt shy being naked with Justin. The lights were off (she preferred sex better in the dark), but still she felt self-conscious. 

"Maybe you better go," Jasmine said gently. "I've got an early flight tomorrow."

"Oh okay, sure," Justin said. He was disappointed, he hoped to spend the night with Jas. He flushed the used condom down the toilet and got dressed.

"Let's go out this week," Justin said as he buttoned his shirt.

"Let me check with Deidre, she's got me running around," Jasmine said. "You'll, ah, talk to the DNC about my campaign?"

"Yeah Jasmine I'll work it," Justin said with a laugh.

"I know I'm obsessed about it sometimes, but think how great it'll be if I win," Jasmine said. "You on the DNC, me in the Senate. We'll make a great team."

"So, you think maybe there's a future for us together?" Justin said with a hopeful smile. God he would love to have Jasmine Kelly as his wife.

"Well, we just started going out but I think we have potential," Jasmine said, her tone more business than romantic. Justin didn't notice her ambivalent tone though. He left her room with a big grin on his face.

Neither of them noticed the tiny wireless camera in the air conditioning vent.

********************

The next week at work Allie came into Jen's office. "Darren moved out, we're separated," she abruptly announced.

"Oh my god," Jen said, rushing over. "What happened?" she asked as she hugged her best friend.

"I'm okay, I'm all out of tears," Allie said looking sad but resigned. "Darren is too much into his thing. I can't deal with it."

"But I thought it was better," Jen said, thinking about Darren's BBC fetish. "Mike said he's over Stacy."

"It's not just Stacy," Allie said with a resigned look on her face. She shrugged. "It's how he is, I can't change him."

"But ... I thought you were having fun too," Jen said. Darren had got Allie to open up their marriage so he could get back into the BBC bull lifestyle.

"Yeah, kind of," Allie said. After a lot of dieting and hard exercise she had her pre-baby body back. She was hot! "But .... Darren's more interested in other girls because of his fetish."

"God Allie," Jen said feeling terrible for her friend. She didn't get Darren. Allie was beautiful. No way his other lovers were prettier. "So what are you going to do?" she asked.

"Survive. Start over. For Darren Jr. And me," Allie said. "You're lucky Jen. You have bubble boy, and all the men you want. For me, Darren wants the reverse. I can't live with that."

"Yeah ..." Jen said knowing she couldn't deal with the reverse either. "You have Darren Jr.?"

"Yeah, Darren's not a complete ass," Allie said, a sad sour look on her face. She added bitterly "This way he's free to do what he wants."

"God Allie," Jen said feeling so bad for her friend.

That night Jen told Mike about Allie and Darren. "I can't believe Darren thinks other girls are prettier than Allie," she said incredulously.

Mike nodded. Like Jen, Allie was gorgeous. They were both rare beauties, Jen blonde and slim, Allie brunette and curvy. But Mike understood Darren's fantasies better than his wife. "It's not that," he said. "For Darren it's like a competition. To take a white wife from her husband. To own her. You remember how Darren acted with you. It's not that Allie isn't prettier. But he already has Allie."

"God that's so fucked up," Jen said with disgust. "I mean, I play but not with married men. Don't those girls know they're breaking up Darren's marriage?"

"They might not know," Mike said gently. "It depends what Darren tells them."

Later in bed Mike asked "You're going out with Frank tomorrow?" They were spooning (their favorite position for sleeping) so Mike spoke into Jen's long blonde hair.

"Yeah," Jen said, her mind elsewhere. She was still thinking about Allie.

"That should be fun," Mike said, stroking his wife's arm.

Jen turned around to face her husband. She pushed Allie from her mind. She wasn't really in the mood, but this was Mike's game too. "You want me to go out with Frank?" she asked, knowing the kind of pillow talk her husband liked to hear.

"Yeah," Mike said. "You'll come back here right?"

Jen moved her leg over Mike's and moved her foot up and down his calf. "Frank's into power games. He might want to go to his place. Or get a hotel." She gave Mike a soft kiss. Then she said "Would that be okay?" 

"Yeah, but I don't want you to sleep with him," Mike said. "And you have to use condoms." Jen was on the pill, but it was only 99% effective. And it was the principle of another man's sperm inside his wife.

"Of course baby," Jen promised. She kissed him again. Then she ran her hand down to his penis. He was hard. She pushed his boxers down and then began slowly stroking him. "I'm sorry I've been distracted tonight."

"That's okay, you're thinking about your friend," Mike said. He kissed his wife. "Do you think you'll have sex tomorrow?"

"Probably but I don't know," Jen said as she continued to slowly stroke Mike. "Frank likes playing games."

"Is that frustrating?" Mike asked with a grin.

"Yeah, but exciting too," Jen said with a giggle. "You know, Frank messed around but it didn't break up his marriage. I think he really loved Mrs. Tower."

"Kind of like us," Mike said. "Maybe his wife didn't satisfy him. Frank needed more."

In the past Jen would've denied she needed more than Mike. But after so many lovers it seemed silly. So instead she pulled off her panties and got on top of Mike. She wasn't really in the mood so she licked spit on her hand and used it to lubricate herself. Then she guided Mike inside her. She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him as she slowly rocked back and forth.

Mike ran his hands up Jen's back. Then he moved to her breasts. Jen stopped kissing long enough to take off the white nighty. Now they were both naked, except for white cotton socks Jen wore to bed (because her feet got cold at night). They looked into each other's eyes as Jen moved up and down on Mike's cock. Mike reached up and cupped his wife's small breasts, fondling her and rubbing her nipples.

"You don't have to worry about me, I probably won't cum," Jen told him.

"Okay," Mike said feeling disappointed. "I'll go down on you after."

"That's okay, I really should get sleep," Jen said. She realized she was probably being dismissive. To take the sting out of it she took Mike's hand and sucked on his finger as she rode his cock. But that made her think about the other day when Frank made her lick her juices off his finger. She decided not to mention that to Mike. It might excite him, but also get him upset that she was thinking about Frank during their love making.

As she moved up and down on Mike, her thoughts drifted to Allie and her situation with Darren. But she quickly pushed those thoughts aside, not wanting Mike to sense her melancholy mood and ruin the sex for him. Trying to turn it into something sexual and exciting for her husband, she grinned and asked "What ever happened to Jim and Stacy? Have you talked to him?"

Mike nodded, he was breathing hard because Jen's pussy felt so good, like a velvet glove around his cock. "Yeah. Last time we talked, Stacy was still with DeShawn. She's not pregnant yet."

Jen pulled Mike's hands to her toned flat stomach. "Maybe she is now," she said.

"Yeah," Mike said as he caressed his wife's flat stomach.

"Does thinking about that turn you on?" Jen asked, already knowing her husband's answer.

"Yeah," Mike said the word coming out like a moan. Without thinking he added "DeShawn's got Jim in panties."

Jen abruptly stopped moving. "Wait, what?" she asked.

"Jim's wearing panties," Mike said.

"But ... why?" Jen asked.

"It's a cuckold thing," Mike explained. "DeShawn doesn't want Stacy to think of Jim's cock as a sexual thing."

"Oh," Jen said. Her face felt hot. She began moving on Mike again. Now though her movements were more urgent. "So DeShawn is making Jim wear panties?"

Mike saw Jen getting her cum face on. "Does that turn you on, Jim wearing panties?"

"Not Jim wearing panties," Jen said, riding Mike harder. "DeShawn making Jim wear panties." Lust filled Jen's eyes. Yet she was hesitant as she asked "Is it okay to talk about that weekend at Penn State?"

"You mean Colin's party? When we found out Joe's cancer was back?"

"So many bad things happened," Jen said. "You went to London to fix the Ring. Then you got arrested."

"It's okay to talk about that weekend," Mike assured her. He grinned as he added "It was hot."

"You really think so?" Jen asked. She continued to ride Mike's cock hard. She ran her finger across his lips. "Remember what I did to you, with Mal?"

"Not all of it was hot," Mike corrected himself.

"Oh baby, that was the hottest part," Jen said delightedly, excitement in her eyes. "Tell the truth, you kind of liked sucking Mal."

"No," Mike said.

"And when Mal came on your face, you didn't like that?" Jen asked, a thrilled smile across her pretty face.

"No," Mike insisted.

Jen giggled. "Mal's small honey," she said with a big excited smile still on her face. "You haven't lived until you've had a big cock in your mouth."

"I'll pass," Mike said.

"Mike come on," Jen said teasingly. "You're so hard. Play with me. Just admit it kind of turns you on."

"It only turns me on because it turns you on so much," Mike said.

"Okay spoiled sport," Jen said giving him a pretend pout. She leaned down and kissed him. "I know you're not gay or bi," she said with their faces almost touching. "That's what makes it so hot. Making you do things. Like how DeShawn is making Jim wear panties. God that's so hot! I bet they're pink and lacy. Maybe he's wearing thongs. God I'd love to see that!"




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 18



"Jim's afraid Stacy won't want him sexually anymore, even after DeShawn's gone," Mike said.

"I doubt that," Jen said sagely. "It's just a game Mike." She gushed "God this is making me so hot!"

"Are you going to cum?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I think, yeah, I'm almost there," Jen panted. She pushed two fingers into Mike's mouth. "Pretend like it's Mal's cock. Pretend like he's fucking your face. Do that for me baby. Please."

Mike gave into it and began sucking Jen's fingers. "Oh yeah baby, see I knew you liked it," Jen said excitedly. "Maybe I'll make you go down on Frank baby. But he's so much bigger Mike. You'll have to really open up to swallow him. He's ... he's ... oh gooood," Jen cried as an orgasm ripped through her body. The pulsations of Jen's sweet pussy pushed Mike over the edge and he came too.

Jen lay with her head on Mike's chest as they recovered from their orgasms. She got up on her elbow and looked into Mike's face. "You know I'd never actually do that," she said. "Make you go down on Frank."

"What about Mal?" Mike said.

"That was a wild weekend, and I just wanted you to do it once," Jen said. "But I know you hate it. I won't do it again." She kissed Mike on the lips. "I promise baby." Then Jen snuggled back into Mike's arms. They fell asleep that way. 

***************

"I can't believe you're still dating that guy from the DNC," Deidre said later that week. "I mean, really Jas?"

"Don't start Dee," Jasmine said. 

"I know you don't like him. You're just using him to get to the DNC," Deidre said.

"You make me sound like a prostitute," Jasmine objected.

"Then tell me it's not true," Deidre said with a challenging look.

Jasmine glared at Deidre. Then she shrugged, tacitly admitting that Deidre was right. Feeling spiteful, she said "We had sex after Frank Tower's party."

"You fucked him? God Jas," Deidre lamented. Then she gave her friend an inquisitive look. "Was he good?"

"No," Jasmine said with a grin. The two friends laughed.

"You never like any of my boyfriends," Jasmine said, a smile still on her face.

"I kind of liked Mike Andrews," Deidre said.

Jasmine's smile disappeared. "You know I hate talking about him," she said.

"Jas you're so full of shit," Deidre said, rolling her eyes. "I saw you talking to Mike at Frank's party."

"I'm not allowed to talk to him?" Jasmine scoffed. "You're as bad as his flat chested wife."

"Yeah, and you hired Jen," Deidre said. 

"Leo hired her not me," Jasmine insisted.

"That's bullshit Jasmine," Deidre said skeptically. She eyed her friend. "I know what you're up to Jas. Don't think I don't. I know."

****************

"I see you have a new asset," JJ said looking at the security reports.

"Yes sir," Colonel Banks said. "Codename Phantom."

"Phantom?" JJ said with a chuckle. The spy boys loved their codenames. "Well, your Phantom has been kicking major ass. A number of impressive op wins here."

"Thank you sir," Banks said.

"So what's his story?" JJ asked.

"We're keeping the lid on Phantom for now sir," Colonel Banks said evasively. Banks knew that JJ ran point for the administration on Liberty-Gate, and considered Mike Andrews a borderline traitor. Banks and the rest of the Big 4 did not want JJ to learn that the Phantom was Mike Andrews. And there was really no reason for JJ to know. Andrews was helping defend the country, that's all that mattered.

"Okay, whatever," JJ said. It didn't matter. If he needed more on this "Phantom" he could always find out later. "I assume he's working on the Q project. It is a he right?"

"Ah, no sir," Colonel Banks said. "That is, Phantom is a man. But he isn't working on the quantum computer project."

JJ raised an eyebrow at Banks. "I'm surprised Colonel. You know how important the Q project is. This man is obviously a talented mathematician. Why isn't he working on Q?"

"Phantom has ... ethical concerns about quantum computers," Banks said. "He's idealistic, believes the government shouldn't control the technology."

"Well that's not acceptable Colonel," JJ said with an incredulous laugh. "Someone like that must be a security risk. What if he leaks to a reporter during an idealistic rant? It makes me question your judgment Colonel. What does the rest of the Big 4 think?"

"We all think Phantom is a useful asset," Colonel Banks said. He added ominously "For now."

JJ stared at Banks. "I see," he finally said. There was only so much a civilian wanted to know. He tossed the report onto the table. "So you'll take care of it?"

"Yes sir, I'll take care of it," Banks said.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 19



Jen met Frank at a small out of the way bar. She and Mike lived where they played which made keeping things secret difficult sometimes. Jen knew there were rumors, but rumors always swirled around in marketing and in all of New York City for that matter. As long as people didn't KNOW - like, as long as there weren't pictures on Instagram - she could deal with it.

Frank was already there. "You look lovely," he said giving her an up and down look and smiling approvingly.

"Thanks," Jen said sitting next to him in the booth. There was a bottle of tequila on the table. Frank poured her a glass.

"Um, I need to pace myself," Jen said looking at the clear liquid in the tumbler. She smiled and said "It's a school night."

"Would you rather have something else?" Frank asked.

"Um, no, just one is okay," Jen said, taking a sip of the tequila. It was awesome! Smooth in her mouth, soft going down, making her feel warm inside. She was definitely developing a taste for tequila. At least, the ones Frank gave her.

"Is this a new dress?" Frank asked, brushing his fingertips along the fringe of the dress at Jen's arm. She wore a black dress, a little like the shift dress from his party but somewhat more body hugging.

"No I've had it," Jen said. She added with a nervous laugh "I guess everything I have will seem new to you."

Frank smiled. His hand moved to Jen's legs under the table. "Do you always wear dresses this short to work?" he asked as his fingers touched the hem of the dress.

"Um, no, this is a little shorter," Jen said. "You liked my dress the other day."

"I did," Frank said his smile growing bigger. "So you wore this dress for me."

"Well, yeah," Jen said. 

"Thank you Jenny," he said. "But, can I make a request?"

"Yeah."

Frank's hand moved below the dress onto Jen's thigh. His fingers touched the silk of her stockings. "Can you take these off?" he said.

"What, my stockings?" Jen said surprised. "Now?"

"Yes, if you don't mind," Frank said. "I don't find them attractive."

"Um, okay," Jen said hesitantly. She looked at him worriedly wondering if he wanted her to take them off at the booth. She was relieved when he didn't try to stop her from getting up. "I'll be right back."

In the bathroom, Jen slid off her thigh high stockings and pushed them into her purse. She wondered if she should take off her panties. Was that what he wanted, to play with her at the table? But he didn't mention her panties. She left them on.

"Much better," Frank said approvingly as Jen slid back into the booth, now bared legged.

"I think you're the only man on the planet who doesn't like a girl in stockings," Jen joked.

"I don't mean to be cruel, but honestly some women need to wear hose," Frank said. He put his hand on her thigh below her dress. "But your legs are perfect. Soft and toned. Tight, shapely. Why hide your perfect legs with hosiery?"

"Mike's got a thing for stockings," Jen said. "Pantyhose and tights too."

"But you're with me now," Frank said.

"We're having a drink," Jen said. "I don't think that means I'm with you." 

"You're a sassy girl Jenny," Frank said with a laugh. "I like that."

Jen smiled. She had to admit, it felt a lot better going bare legged in the summer heat.

"But you admit, you wore this dress for me, and you just took off your stockings," Frank pressed with a teasing smile.

"Whatever Frank," Jen said with a laugh. Let him think what he wants.

Frank grinned. He took his hand off Jen's leg and topped off their tumblers of tequila. "So I'd like to get to know you better."

"Like what?"

"Well, I suppose I still see you as that blonde high school girl who was captain of the cheerleaders," Frank said. "What have you done since then? Travel the world?"

"We didn't travel much growing up," Jen admitted.

"That's what I thought," Frank said.

"I mean, it's not like we never went anywhere," Jen said. "Heck, I think we went to Iowa twice, Nebraska once, and Kansas three times."

"Oooookay," Frank said with a grin.

"Are you making fun of where my relatives live?" Jen said with pretend indignation.

"No Jenny, of course not," Frank said trying to keep a straight face.

"Let me tell you Frank, you haven't lived until you've been to a Pecan Festival," Jen said.

"Okay," Frank said with a half laugh.

"Or taken your picture with the world's largest goose," Jen deadpanned.

"And where would I find the world's largest goose?" Frank asked.

"Gawd Frank, in Sumner Missouri," Jen said with a roll of her eyes. "I thought you went to college."

"Clearly my education is lacking."

"My cousin Cindy lives there," Jen said.

"Is she as pretty as you?" Frank asked. "A lot of men after her?"

"You know those country girls," Jen joked. "She tries to be good though. She's tall, a basketball player. She could kick your butt Frank."

"I'm sure she could," Frank said laughing. 

*************

"Where are we going?" Jen asked as they drove in Frank's limousine.

"I thought you'd like to see more Impressionist art," Frank said.

"Oh okay," Jen said. "Um, who are they?" she asked, referring to the 2 men in the front seat.

"Hugh and Lou," Frank said. "They're my body guards. Both ex-Navy Seals. Lou used to be CIA. Fairly high level."

"How did you get them?" Jen asked.

"I've got a better 401k plan," Frank joked.

The limo stopped in front of the Museum of Modern Art. "Um, Frank, I think MoMA's closed," Jen said. It was passed 9pm.

"Trust me Jenny," Frank said.

One of Frank's bodyguards opened Jen's door. Always the flirt, Jen let her dress ride high up her leg as she slid out of the car. She was pleased to see the bodyguard give her legs a long look (she pretended not to notice of course).

"Um, are you Hugh or Lou?" Jen asked the bodyguard.

"I'm Hugh ma'am," Hugh said.

"You must hear that joke about Huey, Louie and -."

"And Dewey?" Hugh said.

"Yeah."

"No, I haven't heard that joke ma'am," Hugh said with a straight face.

"Are you dicking with me?" Jen asked.

"I'm an ex-Marine ma'am, we don't dick with girls," Hugh said.

"What do you think of Hugh and Lou?" Frank asked as they walked to MoMA's main door.

"They're ... fit," Jen said giving the 2 bodyguards another look. Both looked ruggedly handsome with athletic bodies of NFL linebackers.

"When you're with me, they'll protect you too," Frank said.

"I don't think I need protecting," Jen said with a laugh. 

"You'll need an emergency word," Frank said. "What's your iPhone password?"

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"If you say your emergency word, Lou and Hugh will protect you," Frank said. "What's your iPhone password?"

Jen hesitated, then said "Goddess." Embarrassed, she explained "That's what Mike calls me sometimes."

They arrived at MoMA's main door. Jen said "Um, Frank? MoMA's clo -."

The door opened. "Mr. Tower, so wonderful to see you again," a tall, smiling bald man said.

"Hello Russell," Frank said with a smile. "This is my friend Jenny Johnson. Jenny, this is Russell, curator of MoMA's impressionist collection."

"Oh ... hi," Jen said stunned. 

As Russell led them into the museum, Jen whispered, "Frank, how are we here?"

"I'm on MoMA's advisory board," Frank said simply.

"Oh," Jen said.

Russell gave the couple an enlightened tour of little known but significant pieces of the museum's impressionist collection. Jen hung on his every word.

Back in the limo, Jen was all over Frank. "That was freaking awesome!" she gushed, her hands on the lapels of his jacket and his tie. She felt so special! "Thank you Frank," she said moving close to kiss him, her hand rubbing his cock. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Hugh and Lou looking. Fuck it, she thought. They could watch their boss get a blow job from a pretty girl.

To Jen's surprise, Frank gently pushed her away. "Don't you think we should wait for Mike?" he asked.

"Um, oh yeah, sure," Jen stammered. 

"Be patient Jen honey," Frank said tenderly stroking her cheek. "Remember, he's your husband."

They rode the rest of the way in silence. Jen felt deflated. "I didn't forget about Mike," she told herself.

"Can you let me off a block before, and then follow 5 minutes later?" Jen asked. She didn't want her neighbors seeing her arrive in a limo with a man not her husband. Seeing Frank's scowl, she explained "I have to think about Anna."

Frank shrugged. They let Jen out as she requested, then circled the block a few times. 

Inside the loft apartment, Mike looked disappointed when Jen came in by herself. Reading his mind, she said "Frank's following in a few minutes."

Mike got it. He asked "How was it?"

"Mike it was so freaking amazing!" Jen gushed. "Frank's on the board of MoMA. The curator gave us a private tour. The curator! We had the museum all to ourselves!"

"Wow," Mike said clearly impressed. He immediately noticed his wife's bare legs. "Where are your stockings?" Did they already fuck? Is that how she lost her hose?

"Frank will be up in a minute, I'll tell you later," Jen said. Reading his thoughts, she added "No, nothing's happened. I wanted to wait for you baby." I did not forget Mike, Jen told herself again. "Anna's sleeping over with Maggie?"

"Yeah," Mike said. Being the summer, Maggie was eager to pick up some babysitting cash. Also, Maggie and Anna were really close, they were almost like sisters (albeit separated in age by 20 years).

Jen handed Mike a bag. Inside were 2 bottles. Mike gawked at the bottles. The first was Highland Park Orcadian Series Vintage 1968. Mike had done some research since Frank's party. This was a special bottling of Highland Park and it cost over $5000! Mike wasn't familiar with the second bottle. It was tequila, AsomBroso Reserva Del Porto.

"Frank wanted to give you a gift," Jen explained. She rubbed his arm. "Excited baby?"

"Yeah, I can't wait to try this," Mike said gazing at the bottle of rare scotch.

"Why don't you pour yourself a glass?" Jen suggested. "And can you pour a tequila for me and Frank?"

"You don't want to try the Highland Park too?" Mike asked. Jen drank scotch ever now and then, although probably her favorite drink was vodka in cocktails like Cosmos and Appletinis.

"Um, no, tequila," Jen said. "Frank's trying to teach me. Some of them are really awesome."

"Okay," Mike said. He felt a familiar pang in his stomach. He got 3 glasses and put an ice cube in each. He poured a Highland Park for himself. He was about to pour the tequila when Jen looked his way. 

"No Mike, stop," she said alarmed. She took the glasses and poured out the ice. "You don't use ice. Frank says it dilutes the flavors."

"Oh, sorry," Mike said. Jen's words "Frank says" rang in his ears. His cock was so hard.

There was a knock on the door. Jen opened it and smiled when she saw Frank. Frank walked in and Jen closed the door behind him. Then she got on her tiptoes and gave him a soft kiss on the lips. "Sorry about that," she said, referring to the drama of coming in separately.

"No need to apologize, I understand," Frank said. He took Jen's hand and walked over to Mike. 

Mike held out the 2 glasses of tequila. Jen took one and handed it to Frank. She took the other for herself and sipped it. "God this is so freaking awesome!" she gushed.

"AsomBroso Reserva," Frank said swirling the golden liquid under his nose. "It's aged in oak barrels."

"Oh my god, I can taste the oak," Jen said surprised.

"Adds to its smoothness, nuances," Frank said.

"Yeah definitely," Jen said taking another sip. She glanced at Mike as if just remembering he was there. She realized they were ignoring him. She also realized she was holding Frank's hand. "Um, why don't we sit down?" she said, letting go of Frank's hand and taking her husband's arm. She guided Mike to the sofa. Frank sat across from them in a lounge chair.

Jen told herself to calm down. She always got like this when they played the game, especially at the beginning of a new relationship. But if she lost herself too much with Frank - if she ignored Mike - he'd get really hurt. Bad hurt. "Are you okay baby?" she whispered so low only he could hear. She held his hand and rubbed his arm.

"Yeah, I'm good," Mike said, his voice quivering with excitement.

Jen heard his excitement. He's okay, she thought. But he was quiet, his natural shyness and introvertedness making him withdraw into himself. He wanted to do this - Jen could tell - but he wasn't capable of taking the first step. Jen didn't know what to do either. 

So she looked at Frank. "Um, well ..." she said to him, giving him an opening.

Frank looked at the married couple, as if reading them, looking into their souls. "Mike, I'd like you to kiss Jenny," he said.

"What?" Mike said not understanding. 

"Show me how you make love to your wife," he said. "Show me how you turn Jenny on."

Mike gave Frank a long look. Then he said "Stand up Jen." Jen stood up, facing Frank. She looked into his eyes as Mike unzipped her. Mike pulled down her dress so it fell down around her high heeled feet. Then Mike sat Jen back next to him.

Mike began by kissing Jen, giving her tongue. With a light touch he stroked her back and arm as they made out. Jen moaned as Mike's lips worked up her neck and behind her ears. Her head rolled back as he pulled down her bra and thumbed her nipples.

Mike pulled away, both of them breathing hard. He took one of her arms. He kissed down her arm as he lightly stroked her wrist. Jen's eyes got heavy and her breathing harder as Mike lightly caressed circles on her inner wrist.

Then Mike got on the floor, on his knees between Jen's legs. He kissed down her long shapely legs. As he kissed around her knee he took off one of her high heels. He lightly caressed her slim ankle and then the sole of her foot. "Yeah," Jen moaned as Mike caressed her that way. 

Mike kissed up Jen's leg, up her inner thighs. As he did he lightly caressed behind Jen's knee. Not too much, because he knew Jen was super sensitive there. But enough to make Jen groan and arch her back.

Mike pulled Jen's panties down her long slim legs. Jen helped my raising up on her butt. Mike opened her legs wide, as if proud to show Frank his wife's beautiful pussy. Mike put one of Jen's legs over his shoulder. Her other leg was to the side, making her open to Mike's tongue and Frank's eyes. Mike lowered his head and went down on her.

Frank came over to the sofa to watch Mike's technique. Then he looked at Jen's beautiful face. He didn't touch or kiss her. He just looked at her face, as if studying her. Jen looked at Frank briefly, then looked away, then looked back. She locked eyes with Frank, looking at another man while her husband ate her out. Her cheeks went red as if embarrassed. Then, abruptly, Jen arched her back and moaned.

Mike licked Jen through her orgasm, knowing it was better for her that way (Jen described it as "completing the orgasm"). He kissed lovingly around her pussy for a few moments, then got on the sofa next to Jen. He put his arm around his wife and she snuggled into to him. Jen pulled up her bra and squeezed her legs together as if self-conscious to have Frank there while she was in her husband's arms.

"That was beautiful Mike, truly lovely, thank you," Frank said smiling at the couple.

Mike nodded but didn't say anything. Jen felt awkward, half dressed in Mike's arms, with Frank there. Was the evening over? Her body cried out for more. After a while Jen looked at Frank, as if saying "okay, what do you want to do next?"

As if reading her thoughts, Frank said "Jenny, can you put something on for me?"

"What?" Jen asked raising up from Mike's arm.

"What do you wear to sleep?" Frank asked.

"Um ... a nighty," she said.

"Cotton?" Frank asked with a smile.

"Yes."

"I'd like you to put that on for me," Frank said.

"No," Jen said. She promised Mike never to wear the white nighty for anyone but him.

Mike looked at Frank. The 2 men locked eyes. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"You're sure?" Jen whispered back, looking at her husband. Mike nodded yes.

Jen stood up, taking off the other high heel. Giving Mike and Frank a look, she went into the bedroom she shared with Mike. She was already practically naked so it didn't take much time. She took off the bra. She put on the white nighty. To make the outfit sexier, she put on a white lacy thong and stepped into high heels. She brushed her hair, then fixed her makeup, putting on a lipstick that made her lips look wet and inviting.

Jen rejoined Mike and Frank a few moments later. Mike's heart beat quickened, seeing how Jen had turned the sweet white nighty into something so sexy and naughty (especially with the 4 inch black stiletto heels). 

But Frank frowned, clearly not pleased. "Do you wear high heels to bed?" he asked.

"Um, no," Jen said.

Frank reached out and raised the nighty, revealing the lacy thong panties. "You wear a thong to bed?" he asked.

"No."

Frank looked at Jen's beautiful face. "You wear lipstick to bed?"

"What do you want Frank?" Jen asked not understanding.

Frank gave Jen a kinder smile. "Jen honey, I want you to dress like you're going to sleep with Mike."

Jen looked at her husband. He nodded. "Okay," Jen said turning back to the bedroom.

"Jenny?" Frank said. Jen turned back. "Do you wear anything on your feet?" he asked.

"Socks usually," Jen said.

"Because your feet get cold?" Frank asked with an understanding smile. "Even in the summer?"

Jen nodded.

"My wife was like that," Frank said. "I'd like you to wear the socks too."

Jen nodded uncertainly, then went back into the bedroom. She came out a few minutes later. She'd washed off the make-up. Put her hair into a pony tail. Underneath she wore comfy VS cotton panties. On her feet she wore white cotton ankle socks.

"Much better," Frank said with a pleased smile. "What's that I smell?" There was a hint of vanilla in the air.

"Probably my lotion," Jen said.

"You put on lotion every night?" Frank asked. When Jen nodded he said "To keep your skin soft?"

Jen nodded.

Frank smiled. Jen guessed that Mrs. Tower used to do that too. Frank ran his hand up her leg. Her toned, already soft skin felt even softer if that was possible.

He raised the white nighty and looked at the white VS panties. Unlike a thong or high rise panty, these covered her entire ass. "Looks comfortable," he said.

"They are," Jen agreed.

"Still sexy," Frank said.

"Thank you," Jen said. She glanced over at Mike. He was breathing hard and his face contorted with lust. This conversation was seriously turning him on!

Frank followed Jen's eyes. He looked at Mike too, as if studying him. He said, "Jen honey, wait for me in the bedroom. I want to talk to your husband."

Jen looked at Mike. Seeing him nod, she went into the bedroom closing the door behind her.

"This is a big day for me Mike," Frank said, refilling his glass and Mike's. "How about you share a toast with me?"

"What are we celebrating?" Mike asked.

"I've wanted Jenny Johnson since she was a teenager," Frank said grinning at Mike. "Tonight I finally get her." He offered his glass to Mike.

Breathing hard, Mike clinked Frank's glass. They each took a sip (Mike's was more like a gulp). "Her name's Andrews," Mike told Frank. "You know that. She didn't keep her maiden name when we got married. She took my name."

Frank shrugged as if that didn't matter. "This is a new experience for me Mike," he said. "I've fucked other men's wives before." He added with a chuckle "A lot actually. But never with their husbands' knowledge."

Mike shrugged but didn't say anything.

"With those affairs I got a charge out of taking another man's woman," Frank continued. "With some business rivals, it was the ultimate fuck you." He chuckled again, as if laughing at himself. "You have to forgive me Mike, sometimes I'm probably too competitive."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 19



Still Mike didn't say anything.

"This is different. With Jenny I have your permission," Frank said. "I admit, it takes away some of the fun for me. Don't get me wrong. I'd do almost anything to be with Jenny. Do you know, she was the prettiest girl in Belmont, probably the whole Boston area? She probably still is. You could tell when she was really young, maybe 10 or 11. Everyone knew she'd grow up to be a beauty."

"Why are you telling me this?" Mike asked, finally breaking his silence. "I know my wife's beautiful."

"I guess I want you to understand the kind of relationship I want with Jenny," Frank said. "I know Jenny's had other lovers. But we have history. I've known her for years. I'm quite fond of her. Enchanted actually. I remember seeing her in a high school production of Chicago. She was amazing. I remember thinking she had a future on Broadway. But she always wanted to go to Penn State."

"That's where we met," Mike said.

"Yes, that's what I understand," Frank said. "I suppose you're lucky Jenny did go to Penn State."

Mike nodded. He absolutely knew he was lucky Jen went to Penn State. Otherwise they would never have met.

"It's a shame," Frank said. "I would have helped if she decided to follow her dream on Broadway."

"Broadway wasn't her dream," Mike said. "Going to Penn State was her dream."

Frank shrugged. "Back to my point," he said. "You're probably wondering why I asked Jenny to dress like she was going to bed with you."

Mike nodded.

"You see Mike, there's perception, and then there's reality," Frank explained. "Take Jenny. Men see her in tight dresses, showing lots of leg in sexy high heels, all dolled up with her hair and makeup perfect. They see Jenny, as what? A runway model? A Playboy centerfold? That's their perception of Jenny. That's how all her lovers saw her. What were their names? Ricky? Scott and Tom? Frankie? Clint? I know there were others."

"How do you know their names?" Mike asked looking surprised.

"It wasn't difficult," Frank said with a nonchalant shrug. "But here's my point Mike. Jenny's lovers saw her as the Playboy centerfold. Like a movie star. Their relationship was with that perception of Jenny. But that's not the real Jenny, is it? The real Jenny is the girl in there, who wears socks to bed because her feet gets cold at night. That's the real Jenny, right Mike?"

Mike nodded. Yes, that was the real Jen, the girl (who with Anna) he loved more than anything else in the world.

"That's the girl I want to get to know better," Frank said. "The girl I want a relationship with. The girl I want to date. That's the girl I'll be fucking in a few minutes. The real Jenny. I thought you should know." He grinned and clinked Mike's glass. "I better go in. I don't want to make Jenny wait." He stood and moved towards the bedroom door. "Are you coming Mike?"

"I'll be there in a few minutes," Mike said, his voice raspy from the emotions swirling inside him.

"Giving us some alone time to start," Frank said grinning at Mike. "Good man."

Mike watched Frank open the bedroom door. He heard Jen say "Hey you." He watched as Frank went in and closed the door behind him.

Mike was immobile, not able to move. His gut - and heart - were in turmoil. His cock was so hard it hurt. It was like Frank knew all his insecurities. Other men might fuck Jen better ... she might get infatuated with them for a time ... but he always consoled himself that they didn't know the real Jen. The girl who wore her hair in a ponytail to bed, the girl who loved the smell of baby powder, the girl who often walked on her tiptoes and loved to sing in the shower. But Frank had figured that out. And that's the girl he wanted, the real Jen. It was like, he was trying to take even more away from him.

"Where's Mike?" Jen asked after Frank closed the door.

"He wanted to give us some alone time," Frank said.

"What did you talk about?" Jen asked.

Frank sat on the side of the bed, next to Jen. "I explained why I wanted you to wear this," he said stroking the nighty's lacy strap at Jen's shoulder. "I wanted to see the real you."

"I've been the real me all night long," Jen said, not understanding. "I'm always the real me."

"You wouldn't understand," Frank said with a chuckle. "I guess maybe it's a guy thing." His hand moved to her breast. He cupped her, thumbing her nipple.

"I should check on Mike," Jen said.

"You can if you want," Frank said as he fondled her breast. "But I think he wants us to be alone. It pushes his cuckold buttons."

"We don't use the C word," Jen said.

"I'm not being critical," Frank said. "That's what his fantasy is called. That is his fantasy, right? Cuckoldism. If you don't use the word, you're taking something away from him. Maybe it's not as exciting for him."

"Maybe," Jen said.

"He can come in when he wants," Frank said, pushing her down onto the bed and kissing her. They traded tongue and made out for long moments.

Frank pushed the white nighty up to just below her breasts. He looked at her tight body, her flat tummy, her long shapely legs, even her pretty feet in the delicate cotton ankle socks. "You're truly beautiful Jenny," he gushed, still panting from their kissing.

Frank pulled the VS panties down her long legs. For the first time he got a good look at Jen's pussy. A short slit with thin lips on either side. A hood covering her clitoris. The lips and hood were the same color, just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. Completely bare except for a tiny landing strip of soft blonde hair above her clit.

It was the prettiest pussy Frank had ever seen. "This is lovely," he said, stroking between her pussy lips. Jen moaned and arched her back at his touch. Her lips glistened with excitement. She so wanted Frank inside her.

"How many men have been inside you?" Frank said, pushing a finger into her pussy.

Jen moaned and grunted at the sudden penetration. "A lot," she admitted.

"You loved it every time, didn't you Jenny?" Frank asked, sensing what turned Jenny on.

"Yeah," Jen said. "Oh god," she moaned as Frank found her g-spot.

"You're a horny slut, aren't you Jenny?" Frank hissed.

"Yeah, I love getting fucked," Jen said, panting as Frank finger fucked her harder.

"When you're with Mike, do you keep your hair in a ponytail?" Frank asked.

"What?" Jen said, off balance by the abrupt subject change. "I mean, usually I let my hair out."

"Let your hair out," Frank told her.

Looking at Frank - with his finger still inside her - Jen reached back and pulled off the hair tie. She used her hand to brush out her long blonde hair.

"I like it better that way too," Frank said, looking at Jen's beautiful face framed by her lush blonde hair. He pulled his finger from Jen's pussy. It was wet from her juices. Jen wasn't surprised when he moved his finger to her mouth. She immediately took his finger into her mouth and licked off her juices.

Frank pulled off the nighty. Now Jen was completely naked except for the white ankle socks. Frank undressed. Jen watched him. She liked what she saw. He had a really good body. Not as buff as a younger man like Scott, but still really hot. She especially liked what he had between his legs. God she wanted that inside her!

Jen was on her back on the bed. Frank leaned over her, his tall frame and broad shoulders making her feel tiny. He cupped and fondled her breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and they got harder as he thumbed them.

"Your breasts are small," Frank said.

"I know that," Jen said.

"What's your size?" he asked.

"What?" Jen said, not believing they were talking about this.

"They're lovely," Frank assured her. "I'm just curious." He continued to fondle her breasts as they talked.

Jen shrugged. "32 A B," she said.

"Tell the truth," Frank said giving her a knowing grin. "Sometimes, do you shop for bras in the youth section?"

Jen didn't say anything. Frank continued to fondle her. He noticed her nipples didn't soften. If anything they got even harder.

"Tell the truth Jenny," Frank said grinning at her. He pinched her nipples hard.

The pain made Jen's eyes water. But a moan escaped her lips. "Sometimes," she finally admitted, her cheeks red.

Frank's grin grew wider. Jen's cheeks flushed even redder. Was he laughing at her?

Frank lowered his head and took one of Jen's nipples into his mouth. He sucked and swirled his tongue over it. With his hand he caressed her other breast. Frank was good, experienced with giving pleasure to a woman's body. Jen found herself gasping and clawing at the sheets as he worked on her breasts and nipples.

Frank rose up from her breasts. Jen was panting. "Now he's going to fuck me - finally!" she thought with urgent anticipation.

"Do you envy Jasmine Kelly?" Frank asked. 

"What?" Jen said not understanding. She reached down and put her hand around Frank's cock. "Fuck me Frank," she said desperately, trying to pull him inside her.

"Jasmine Kelly," Frank persisted. "Do you wish you had her breasts?"

"Why are you asking me this?" Jen said with frustrated exasperation. "You know I hate her!"

"Just answer my question Jenny," Frank pressed. "Do you wish you had Jasmine Kelly's breasts?"

"Yes I do! Yes! Okay? Satisfied?" Jen screamed, her eyes watering with tears of frustration and humiliation.

"Calm down Jenny," Frank said gently, tenderly kissing the tears off her cheeks. "I want to know you better." He cupped her tiny tits. He grinned finding her nipples still diamond hard. "Next time though, I don't want to ask twice."

"What?" Jen asked, rolling her head back as Frank worked on her sensitive breasts.

Abruptly Frank twirled her around, onto her elbows and knees. He easily threw her slim body around like a rag doll. Frank slapped Jen's butt hard.

"Ow, Frank!" Jen yelped.

"I don't want to ask you twice!" Frank hissed slapping her ass again, and then again.

"Okay, I'm sorry. Stop Frank," Jen pleaded, her eyes watering up again.

"What's going on?" Mike said, rushing in at hearing the distress in his wife's voice.

Jen's ass cheek was red from Frank's slaps. He tenderly stroked her. "I'm getting to know the real Jenny," Frank said grinning at Mike.

"Are you okay honey?" Mike asked his wife.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm okay honey," Jen panted, her eyes still watery with tears. She didn't want to alarm Mike and have him stop things, not when she was so close to getting Frank's cock.

Mike saw that his wife had a major cum face on. He sat down to watch.

"Watch this Mike," Frank said as he positioned his cock between Jen's pussy lips. 

Jen felt Frank about to push in. "Wait Frank," she said. She reached over into the draw and pulled out a condom. "Here," she said handing the small square package to him. 

Frank didn't like condoms - what man did? - but now he was as impatient for Jenny's pussy as she for his cock. He ripped opened the package and rolled on the condom. Then he positioned his cock at Jen's pussy again. He dug his feet into the mattress. With a powerful thrust he pushed his cock into Jen's pussy.

"Ugh god!" Jen groaned at the penetration. Her face was buried in the mattress but still Mike heard her moan.

"Fuck!" Frank groaned as he pushed deeper into Jen. "Fuck!" he said again as he pushed in even deeper. He wasn't expecting this. Jenny's pussy felt glorious around his cock! It wasn't just her tightness. Her pussy was incredibly soft and smooth, like a velvet glove around his manhood.

"Fuck Mike," Frank said as he bottomed out inside Jen. "Jenny's pussy is so sweet."

Frank gave Jen what she wanted. He fucked her hard and fast, treating her body like an object, a cum bucket. At times he pulled hard on her blonde hair and pushed his tongue into her mouth. Other times he shoved her pretty face into the mattress and tightly held her hips as he violently fucked her pussy. He reached under and painfully pinched her nipples. He slapped her ass. He called her a slut, a whore. He gave Jen exactly what her body and spirit desired and craved.

Jen screamed into the mattress as her body exploded into a massive orgasm. Frank fucked her hard for long minutes after and then he came too.

Frank collapsed onto Jen, panting. Jen was panting too. Frank turned Jen around to her side, kissing her face. He continued turning her around until she was on her back and he was on top of her. They kissed, not passionate and urgent like before, but like lovers in the afterglow of sex (which, now, they were). His condom sheathed cock was still inside her. 

Mike watched the lovers with his soft cock in his hand. He came when Jen came, his cock shooting sperm when he saw (and heard) his wife's body convulse with her climax. Now though was the hardest part. When Jen kissed and whispered with her lover after both cumming. This part hurt the most. Despite the pain in his heart, Mike's cock started getting hard again.

"That's was freaking awesome," Jen gushed as she beamed in Frank's eyes.

"I've wanted you for a long time," Frank said smiling into Jen's eyes. They were speaking in low voices, and kissing between sentences.

"Oh yeah, how long?" Jen asked. 

"Since you were in high school," Frank said.

"Dirty old man," Jen joked.

"You didn't make it easy, always running around in short skirts and tight shorts," Frank said.

"Oh, was I supposed to make it easy?" Jen said feigning innocence.

"You're such a tease," Frank said with a laugh.

"Um ... guilty," Jen said with a giggle back. "I guess I like older men," she said, thinking of her brief affair with Mr. Hayden.

Frank raised an inquiring eyebrow at her. He knew about her relationship with Clint while she and Mike were broken up, but it sounded like she was talking about someone else. "Who?" he asked.

"Maybe I'll tell you someday," Jen said. But she knew she never would. She realized Frank was still inside her. With a condom full of sperm. But he was still mostly hard and he felt good inside her. "Will you stay hard?"

"For a while," Frank said.

Jen decided to let Frank stay inside her for now. As long as he stayed mostly hard, the condom would stay on. And he definitely felt good inside her.

"You made me cum so hard," Jen gushed. She gave him a teasing sideways glance. "I bet you're proud of yourself."

"I'm glad you came," Frank said. "But I wasn't holding off. I cum when I cum."

"So you don't care about the girl?" Jen asked with a frown. "How gallant of you Frank."

"Don't be like that," Frank said giving Jen a soft kiss. "I'm just telling you the truth. Honestly is important."

Jen thought about it. Probably, her other lovers - guys like Ricky and Scott - they didn't care if she came either. They were focused on their own pleasure. If she got off, then good. But that wasn't a big concern for them. Jen shrugged inside. At least Frank told the truth. It was kind of refreshing.

And, for some reason, Frank's selfish (and honest) attitude turned Jen on. It was part of being a bad girl. A slut men used. "I'm a slut, men like Frank use my body for their pleasure," Jen thought with an erotic shiver. She looked over to the side. Mike was there. He was her rock, the man who loved her completely and unconditionally. Turning back to Frank, she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, pushing her tongue into his mouth.

"You liked talking about Jasmine," Frank said reaching between then and cupping her small breast.

"No," Jen said.

"Yes you did," Frank said with a knowing grin, thumbing her nipple. It quickly got hard.

"... I don't want to talk about that," Jen said, her cheeks going red.

"Okay," Frank said, and he kissed her again.

They were still whispering. Mike couldn't hear what they were saying. He slowly stroked himself as he watched them whispering and making out. But it hurt seeing Jen so into another man this way. 

"Let's talk about orgasms," Frank said.

"Okay, my favorite subject," Jen said with a giggle.

"I bet it's important to Mike you cum," Frank said.

"Yeah, that's because he's a nice person, and he loves me," Jen said.

"But you don't always cum with Mike," Frank said.

"No girl always cums," Jen said with a scoff.

"I'm not talking about intercourse. I mean when he went down on you before," Frank said. "You didn't cum."

Jen's eyes went wide with surprise and alarm. She pulled Frank closer and whispered into his ear "What are you talking about, I always cum when Mike goes down on me."

Following her lead, Frank whispered into Jen's ear. "Jenny, I've seen your face when you cum. Chicago, remember? And I've been around. I know you didn't cum before with Mike. You faked it."

Jen looked panicked. She glanced at Mike and forced a smile. Then she looked back at Frank. Before she could say anything he kissed her. Jen kissed him back, although she did it to buy time, to think about what to say to Frank.

After pulling away from the kiss, Jen pulled Frank's ear close to her again. "Sometimes I don't cum when Mike goes down on me. I usually do, but not always. Sometimes I'm not in the mood, or I'm distracted. Earlier I couldn't cum because it was weird with you watching. But it's really important to him. He thinks I cum every time he eats me out. Please don't say anything to him. He'll be really hurt."

"You're really good at faking it," Frank whispered.

Not knowing what else to say, she whispered "Thanks."

"With Mike you must get a lot of practice," Frank said.

Jen's cheeks flushed. She glared at him.

"Don't you?" Frank asked with a grin.

Jen didn't say anything.

"You know how important honesty is to me Jenny," Frank reminded her. He said again "Don't you? You get a lot of practice faking orgasms with Mike?"

"Yes," Jen admitted in a whisper.

Frank smiled. "Don't worry, I won't tell Mike," he said. Then he pulled her arms above her head and kissed her again. As they kissed Frank caressed her wrists. Her wrists were an erogenous zone for Jen. When he finally pulled away Jen was breathing hard and her eyelids were heavy.

"Your wrists, behind your knees, your feet," Frank whispered with a smile. "It would have taken me a while to figure that out. I'm glad Mike showed me." He reached down and caressed behind her knee.

Jen arched her back and clenched her teeth at the intense, almost painful erotic pleasure. "Why did you do that?" she asked.

Frank sat up. He was fully hard again. He put Jen's legs on his shoulders and began fucking her again. As he did he kissed her ankles and caressed the bottoms of her feet. "Oh god, oh god," Jen moaned as Frank worked her "secret" erogenous zones. "Too much, too much," she said, lowering her legs and pulling Frank back on top of her. Her wrists, knees and feet were too sensitive, she could only take so much.

"Why ... why did you make Mike do that?" Jen said with pants as Frank fucked her. 

"Part of Mike giving you to me," Frank explained. "Telling me the secrets of your body."

What bullshit, Jen thought. She said "You're so into power games."

"Also, I had to lay the ground rules with Mike," Frank said.

"Ground rules?"

"Let him know who's in control," Frank said with a grin. "He needed bitch slapped."

Jen's eyes went wide. "What did he do?" she asked.

"So far he's taking it up the ass," Frank said still grinning. "And loving it."

"So ... you're controlling Mike?" Jen asked, breathing hard.

"I control everyone," Frank said.

Jen couldn't help a slight intrigued smile.

"You're fascinated with me," Frank said confidently as he pumped in and out of Jen. It was a statement, not a question.

"I'm not fascinated with you," Jen said, scoffing at the word "fascinated."

"You're not?" Frank said. He gave her an evil grin. "We've talked about him. But when was the last time you thought about your husband?"




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 19



Jen's eyes went wide. Oh god, Mike. With all their talking she completely forgot about him. She jerked her head to the side. The chair was empty. Mike wasn't there.

"Frank get off," Jen said pushing against his chest. She needed to check on Mike!

"I'm not done Jenny," Frank said, pumping her harder. Once again he held her arms above her head. He fucked her harder, working her pussy. While he cared mostly about his own satisfaction he knew how to give a girl pleasure. He rotated his hips, changed the angle of his thrusts, fucked faster, deeper. Soon Jen stopped struggling. Her face took on a lustful, desperate look. Despite whatever concerns she had for Mike, her body was betraying her. Frank smiled at that. 

Frank kissed up her neck. On instinct, he twirled his tongue in Jen's ear. Mike hadn't done that, but ... Jen arched her back and moaned "Oh god Frank yes, yes!"

Frank released her hands. Jen immediately wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his face to hers. She loved to kiss - loved to trade tongue - as she got close to an orgasm. "Oh god Frank you're making me cum!" she cried. Moments later she came, moaning her orgasm into Frank's mouth.

Frank took his time with Jen after that. He fucked her slow, prolonging his orgasm, the entire time kissing and fondling her. A few times he saw Mike looking in the door. He laughed inside. He ignored Mike and went back to kissing and fondling his wife.

Jen knew Frank was taking a lot of time, but she didn't have the moral high ground to make him stop. A few times she tried to call out to Mike but Frank kept his lips locked on hers, his tongue down her throat. Also, to be honest, Jen got into the long fuck (although she didn't cum again). Finally - it must have been 15 or 20 minutes after her own orgasm - Frank's body tensed and he came.

Frank collapsed onto Jen, panting and spent from the long fucking and his orgasm. "Frank, get off," Jen said pushing his chest. Getting the message, Frank rolled off and collapsed onto his back, his chest still heaving. 

Jen suddenly remembered - the condom! Frank fucked her twice with the same condom!

She looked at his cock. Somehow, the condom was still on. But after cumming and ejaculating twice, the base of his cock and pubic hair were coated with milky white sperm. Jen looked down between her legs. Oh god! Frank's sperm leaked from between her swollen pussy lips.

Jen's head raced. Oh god I'm such a fuck up! She needed to check on Mike. But if she didn't clean up first, things might be worse if he found out Frank came inside her. In the end, Jen decided it was better to get out to Mike as soon as possible. She threw on a robe and rushed out into the family room.

But he wasn't there. Jen frantically searched the rest of the loft apartment but he wasn't there.

Jen felt panicked. God I'm such a fuck up! Calm down, calm down, she told herself. Like her, Mike had an iPhone. She grabbed her phone and checked Find My iPhone. She was relieved to see Mike was at the French Bistro down the street from their loft apartment.

"I've got to go," Jen said to Frank as she threw on jeans, a top and flats. She didn't bother with underwear. A voice inside her said she couldn't go to their French bistro looking freshly fucked. She hurriedly brushed her hair and put on a little makeup.

"You need to go Frank," Jen said as she put on lipstick.

"I'll go with you to see Mike," Frank offered.

"Just go!" Jen snapped. She softened thinking about what they just shared. Also she needed Frank to keep secrets. So she gave Frank a quick kiss. "I'll call you later okay?"

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It was like a dagger in his heart. It was like he wasn't even there. Jen didn't even look his way, except for a couple of brief glances, and right after they were kissing and whispering again. Then they started fucking again. Not able to take anymore, Mike walked out of the bedroom.

Mike poured himself another scotch. He sipped the scotch, trying to ignore the passionate sounds of sex coming from the bedroom (the bedroom he shared with Jen). He couldn't resist any more when he heard his wife scream "Oh god Frank you're making me cum!" Mike looked in the bedroom just in time to see Jen arch her back and curl her toes as she came again on Frank's cock. The entire time Jen was urgently kissing Frank. Mike stepped away, his heart pounding yet feeling numb.

"She'll call for me any second," Mike told himself. "She'll call for me, she'll reach for my hand. Maybe Frank's not done yet, but she'll hold my hand as he finishes." 

But Jen didn't call for him. Not after 5 minutes, or 10, or 15. A couple times he looked into the bedroom. Both times Frank was fucking her slow. Her arms were around him, they were kissing. It wasn't fucking, they were making love.

Mike couldn't take anymore. He couldn't breathe, he needed to get away. Mike splashed water on his face, put on his shoes, brushed his hair. Out of habit he put his iPhone in his pocket. Then he left the loft apartment. He wandered around for a while, but eventually went into the French bistro.

*****************

Jen ran to the bistro. She saw it was open. It was late, but things never closed in New York City. She went inside. The place was only half full. She saw Mike sitting at the bar drinking a drink. Probably scotch, she knew. 

Jen went up to him. She sat on the stool next to him. She took his arm and leaned into him. "Hi," she said hugging his arm.

"Hi," Mike said. He looked hurt. Bad hurt.

Jacques, the bartender, approached. Mike and Jen were regulars so they knew Jacques well. "What are you having Jen?" Jacques asked with a smile.

Jen saw Mike's glass was almost empty, and he was drinking scotch. She thought a little alcohol might give her an advantage. She ordered a white wine, then tapped Mike's glass with her manicured finger. "And another one for my husband," she told Jacques, giving Mike's arm another hug.

When Jacques went to fix their drinks, Jen whispered "I so fucked up. I'm sorry."

"I needed some air," Mike said. He hadn't looked at Jen yet. Instead, he was talking to the TV screen above the bar. 

"We started talking," Jen explained. "I lost track of time." She knew it was a lame excuse, but what else could she say. It was the truth.

"What'd you talk about?" Mike asked.

"Um, I mean, nothing important," Jen said evasively. She obviously couldn't tell everything they talked about. Her heart ached when she saw more hurt on Mike's face. She understood. From his point of view, it was like she was excluding him. Like she shared something private and special with Frank and now wouldn't let Mike in on the secret. She realized she had to tell Mike something, even though she didn't want to.

"Frank, he gets inside your head," Jen said.

"What do you mean?" 

Jacques delivered their drinks. Jen took a gulp of the white wine. She suddenly wished it was vodka.

"Remember how I told you Colin made fun of my breasts in high school?" Jen whispered. "It got so bad, I wore padded bras to look bigger?"

"Yeah," Mike said.

"Back then I hoped to get bigger," Jen said. "But I never did." She still didn't understand why. Both her mom and sister had bigger breasts, at least C cup.

"Your breasts are perfect baby" Mike assured her.

"You've told me that for years," Jen said, smiling at him and squeezing his hand. "Because of that ... I don't know ..."

"What honey?" Mike asked.

"I guess it's cause I'm kind of submissive ... you know how I am," Jen said, her cheeks going red. "It's kind of like you. You get off on a little humiliation ..."

Mike got it. "Frank made fun of your breasts?" he said. When Jen nodded, he asked "It got you hot?"

Jen nodded again. She hesitantly asked "Maybe, it's like when you get hot when I'm with a guy who's bigger?"

"Yes," Mike said.

"You always ask if he's bigger," Jen continued.

"Yeah."

"You know he is, but you want to hear me say it."

"Yeah," Mike said, breathing heavier.

Jen moved her hand up Mike's thigh. They were sitting close so no one could see. She put her hand over his crotch. He was hard. "So you know what I mean?" she whispered. "About, how it gets me hot? When Frank makes fun of me?"

Mike nodded. "Is Frank bigger?" he asked. 

"Frank's so much bigger Mike," Jen said, giving her husband's erection a gentle squeeze. "Especially thick. You're kind of thin honey. Frank's a lot thicker."

"Passes the toilet roll test?" Mike joked.

"Yeah," Jen said with a grin.

"Do I pass the test?"

"No Mike, you don't," Jen said. 

Mike looked at his wife, breathing hard. He definitely understood how humiliation could be a turn on. "What did Frank say?" he asked, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"He ...," Jen began. She didn't want to say it. She hated the bottle blonde bitch. Especially because of her relationship with Mike. Well, because of her relationship with Mike. But Jen decided she needed to come clean with her husband, to make up for before. "Frank asked if I wished I had Jasmine's breasts."

Mike looked up sharply. 

Jen continued, saying "Of course I wish I had her breasts. What girl wouldn't? They're perfect."

Mike couldn't believe what Jen was saying. Of course, he knew better than to mention his earlier conversation with Jasmine at Frank's party. Intrigued, he said "It turned you on, when Frank made fun of your breasts?" When Jen nodded, he asked "Honey, why didn't you ever tell me this?"

"It's embarrassing," Jen said. She got self-reflective and added, "I'm not sure I knew myself."

"But Frank knew," Mike said.

"Yeah, he's really good at reading people," Jen said.

"That's why you fucked him again, because he got you hot?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, and because you showed him where to touch me," Jen said. She quickly added "I'm not blaming you. But he got me hot."

"I get it," Mike said.

"Something else honey," Jen said hugging his arm. "The second time ... I forgot so Frank used the same condom."

"The condom broke?" Mike said looking alarmed.

"No, but ..."

"His sperm got into you?" Mike guessed.

"Yeah."

Mike ran his hand up Jen's leg. No one could see the way they were sitting. He touched her pussy over her jeans. "His sperm is inside you now?" he asked.

Jen nodded. "I didn't have time to clean up, I wanted to find you."

Mike's hand continued to Jen's toned flat stomach. Jen straightened to give Mike easier access. She knew this was a big part of his fantasy. Another man getting her pregnant.

"You've been taking the pill?" he asked as he caressed her stomach.

"Yeah, of course," Jen said.

Mike moved his hand under Jen's blouse so now he was touching the soft skin of her belly. "You haven't missed any days?" he asked.

"I don't think so."

"We'll check when we get home," he said as he caressed her flat tummy.

"Okay," Jen said. 

Mike continued to caress her stomach. "Frank got into my head too," he said. "He says he wants to be with the real Jenny."

"He told me that too," Jen said. "But baby, there's only one me."

"I know, but, none of your other boyfriends ever said that before," Mike said. 

"It matters to you?" Jen asked.

"Yeah" Mike said. "It bothers me, but it's a major turn on too. It's like, he's trying to get the real you."

"There's only 1 me."

"There isn't," Mike said. "There's the you I know. And the you other people know. Frank wants the you I know."

Jen started to get it. "Frank likes power games," she said.

"Yeah, he's good at it," Mike said with a laugh. He got serious and said "He said he wants more than just sex. He wants to date, have a relationship with you."

"I guess I'm kind of already dating him," Jen said.

"Is that what you want?" Mike asked.

"I mean, yeah," Jen said. "It's better than random hookups."

"You like the romance part," Mike observed.

"Yeah," Jen said.

"And it's more exciting for me too," Mike said.

"I'm sorry I fucked up tonight," Jen said, putting her hand over Mike's heart.

"It's okay," Mike said. "It's more exciting when you're really into a guy. Was the sex good?"

"It didn't suck," Jen said with a laugh.

"Frank made you cum twice?" Mike asked. "Or you came again, after I left?"

"Just twice," Jen said, as if 2 orgasms in 30 minutes wasn't a lot. She put her finger on Mike's lips and said "You got me ready for him baby."

Mike grinned. He definitely liked the fact that Jen got her first orgasm of the night from him. Jen felt guilty seeing his smile (but she didn't show it of course).

"Frank said he's been with other married women," Mike said.

"Yeah, Paige," Jen said.

"I think there are others too," Mike said. "He gets off on it. Fucking other men's wives."

Jen wasn't surprised. She said again, "He likes power games." Knowing her husband, she added "That gets you hot, right?"

"Obviously," Mike said with a grin. He added "It's better the way we do it. I know what you're doing. You're not cheating behind my back." He chuckled and added "I get more sex than most men too."

"You know it mister," Jen said with a smile back. She squeezed his cock. "This is my favorite one." With a giggle she added "Even though Frank's a lot bigger."

Mike grinned back at her.

Jen took his hand and kissed it. "Are we okay?" 

"Yeah," Mike said.

She kissed his hand again. "Let's go home baby."

******************

"Fuck!" Willy yelled as he watched the video on the computer screen. He got the download of that slut Jasmine Kelly fucking her boyfriend Justin. But they were screwing in the dark! All you could see were blurry outlines of bodies.

The audio was clear, so you could tell it was Jasmine with her boyfriend. But without a clear picture the video was worthless!

"Whatever," Willy said disgustedly. Maybe the next one would be better. The Jasmine slut couldn't always fuck in the dark, right? He just had to be patient.



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Cheating and Rivals – Part 20

Jen finished dressing as Mike put Anna down for her nap. "You look amazing honey," Mike gushed as he joined her in their bedroom. Jen wore a short dress that hugged her curves and high heels.

"Thanks," Jen said as she applied finishing touches to her make up.

"No stockings?" Mike asked looking at his wife's bare legs.

"Remember? Frank doesn't like hose," Jen said. Seeing Mike's frown, she grinned and said "Don't pout. If we were going out I'd put on stockings. But I'm going out with Frank."

"Yeah," Mike said with a chuckle. He put his arms around his wife's waist and pulled her to him. "Your legs are tanned anyway."

Jen smiled at her husband. She was actually relieved not to wear stockings. It was too hot in New York City in the summer. 

"You're okay with me going out so early?" she asked. It was barely noon on Saturday and she planned to be with Frank until late that evening.

"Yeah, I'm good," Mike said. He knew this was how it was. Dating a guy meant spending time with him. It was part of their game and it got Mike hot.

"You'll be okay alone?" Jen asked.

"I won't be alone, I'll be with Anna," Mike said. "We'll have a good time."

Mike's erection pressed against her thigh. She reached down and cupped him. "Do you want me to take care of this before I go?" she asked.

"I'd rather not," Mike said. Jen understood. Mike sometimes got melancholy after cumming. His lust was like a shield against dark emotions like jealousy and loneliness. "What's in the bag?" he asked.

"Frank said to bring something casual, for tonight," Jen said.

"You're not sleeping over?" Mike said with sudden alarm.

"Of course not baby," Jen assured him. "It's just jeans and a top."

Lou picked her up a little while later. Lou drove a sedan instead of the limo. This way, it looked like an Uber and she could be picked up and dropped off at the doorstep of the loft apartment (instead of a block or 2 away).

Lou drove a few miles into New Jersey. They entered a private airfield. "Why are we here?" Jen asked.

"You'll see," Lou said.

They stopped a few feet from a private jet. Frank came out of the jet and greeted her. "Jenny, you look so lovely," he said with a kiss to her lips.

"Frank, is this your jet?" Jen asked looking over his shoulder.

Frank nodded. "You're worried about your friends seeing us together," he said with a grin. "Do you know people in Philly?"

"Um ... I don't think so," Jen said.

"Let's go," Frank said and led her onto the plane.

"God Frank this is so freaking amazing," Jen gushed as she looked around. It wasn't like any plane she'd ever seen before. This looked more like an opulent apartment. 

A steward in a tuxedo handed Jen a tequila. He handed Frank one too. "To today," Frank said, offering her glass.

"Today," Jen said, clinking Frank's glass and beaming into his eyes. She was so impressed!

The flight to Philadelphia took less than 30 minutes. Then they were whisked to Frank's brownstone in Society Hill. It was barely 1pm, less than an hour since Lou picked her up at the loft apartment. 

They lunched on caviar, cheeses imported from France and vintage champagne. Waiters in tuxedos served them. "Frank, do all these people work for you?" Jen whispered, looking at the almost army of people hovering around them.

"They're my staff," Frank said.

"They're dressed so formally," Jen observed. Everyone wore tuxedos or formal dresses. Even Lou and Hugh wore expensive suits. Frank wore a suit too.

"I'm a throwback," Frank said. "I enjoy the elegance of formality. The cut of a bespoke suit, handmade shirts, cuff links." He shrugged. "I suppose I'm old fashioned."

Jen nodded. She said "I feel under dressed."

"You look wonderful," Frank said. He put his hand on her leg and grinned. "I like this," he said feeling her stocking-less bare skin.

"I thought you would," Jen said with a smile back.

"Would you like a tour of the house?" Frank asked.

"I'd love it," Jen said.

A few minutes later they were in Frank's bedroom. Frank got on the bed and looked at Jen, leaning on an elbow. "Take off your dress Jen honey," he said.

Jen felt herself getting moist between her legs. It turned her on the way he took control. It was like how he treated his staff. How he treated everyone. It was his way or the highway. He even dictated how his staff dressed. His power and quiet confidence got her hot.

Jen reached behind and unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the floor. She wore a lacy black bra and matching thong, as well as black high heels.

"I saw you in a ballet recital once, back when you were in high school," Frank said. "Can you do that thing?" he said, twirling his finger.

"A pirouette?" Jen said. Getting on her tiptoes in the high heels, she formed an elegant oval with her arms and swirled. "Like that?" she asked.

"So lovely," Frank gushed. "Take off your bra and do it again," he said.

"Okay," Jen said with a smile. She unsnapped her bra and dropped it next to her dress. She did another pirouette, this time in just her thong and high heels. "How's that?"

"Jenny, I think you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," Frank said, his voice hoarse with excitement. "Come here honey," he said patting the bed next to him.

Jen got on the bed next to him. "You've got a beautiful body," Frank said as he caressed across her breasts and down her stomach. 

"Thank you," Jen said, closing her eyes and enjoying his caresses.

Frank looked at Jen's belly button. He got hard imagining a belly ring there. "You don't have any piercings," he said.

"My ears," Jen said.

"But not here," he said caressing across her belly button.

"I'll probably get a belly ring soon," Jen told him. "Mike said he was okay with it."

Frank nodded. He was silent a moment, thinking. "On your stomach Jen honey," he said, turning Jen over. "You have the most amazing ass," he said gently stroking her tight, slim ass.

"A lot of squats, lunges and bridges," Jen said.

"Those are exercises?" Frank said with a chuckle. He continued to stroke her ass, tracing the lines of her thong.

"I'm kind of a workout freak," Jen told him. "You're in awesome shape, you must work out a lot."

"I have a trainer a few times a week," Frank said caressing down Jen's crack.

"That feels good," Jen said, her eyelids getting heavy. Frank had a really nice touch. "I could train you," she offered.

"Do you train Mike?" Frank asked.

"I would, but he's not really into it," Jen said. "He's more intellectual than physical."

"You 2 are a curious match," Frank observed.

"Opposites attract, right?" Jen said. She was breathing heavy as Frank continued to caress her. She laid her face on her crossed arms. "That feels really good Frank," she said as his fingertips grazed along her ultrasensitive asshole.

Frank pulled her thong off. He opened her legs wider and caressed across her bud. "This feel good?" he asked.

"It feels awesome," Jen gushed.

Then, to her surprise, Frank leaned down and licked her ass. It shocked her, she didn't think a powerful alpha man like Frank Tower would do that. But it felt so good! She loved when a guy licked her ass, it was so deliciously wicked! But really, Mike was the only guy she'd ever been with to do that to her.

"God Frank, yeah, god," Jen moaned.

"You like this?" Frank said. He licked his finger and pushed the tip into her ass.

"Um, Frank, I don't like that," Jen said, pulling away from his finger.

"You've never been ass fucked?" Frank asked.

"I have but I don't like it," Jen said.

"Don't worry, we're not doing that," Frank said. He reached for a tube of lubrication and squirted a dollop onto his finger. He pushed his finger back into Jen. "Have you ever cum from this?"

"From a finger up my ass?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh. "No. Is that possible?"

"Definitely," Frank said. He pushed more of his finger into Jen's ass.

"Frank I don't want to do this," Jen said, alarm and urgency in her voice.

"Relax Jen honey," Frank said giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Trust me. You'll love it." He pushed more of his finger into her ass. Then he began working her.

The penetration was uncomfortable at first. But after a few moments, to Jen's surprise, it began to feel good. Frank knew he was getting to Jen when she started to moan and push back against his hand.

"There are a lot of nerves in your ass," Frank explained. "Almost as much as your clit. And I can rub your g-spot from here. The other side of your g-spot."

"Yeah?" Jen gasped. She was panting now. She definitely felt an orgasm coming, but it was different from any orgasm she ever had before.

"It just has to be done right," Frank said. "It feels good, right Jenny?"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jen moaned. She clenched her eyes shut and bit her lip. It was going to happen. It was really going to happen. She was going to cum from a finger up her ass!

The orgasm took a while to build up. It was more like a gentle wave than a bolt of lightning. Then it hit. But the orgasm felt different. It was more like a slow ripple through her body instead of an explosion. The orgasm went on and on, pleasure slowly filling her body like sands filling an hour glass.

Jen lay unmoving on the bed as she recovered from the orgasm. "God, god, god," she panted into the expensive silk comforter.

Frank gently pulled out his finger. He tenderly kissed her ass. Then he kissed up her back. Then he was kissing her cheek and then her lips.

Jen expected him to take her then. She wanted it to. She wanted his cock in her pussy. Both because she desired him, but also because she wanted to pay him back for the incredible pleasure he just gave her.

To her surprise, Frank didn't fuck her. Instead he pulled her into his arms. He tenderly kissed her cheeks and lips, stroked her hair, whispered sweet nothings to her.

"You liked that?" Frank asked smiling at her.

"It was freaking incredible" Jen gushed. "Where did you learn to do that?"

"I've been around," Frank said with a chuckle. "Ready to go out?" 

"Um ... you don't want me to take care of you?" Jen asked, rubbing her hand across his crotch. He had a major erection.

"Actually there's something I'd like you to do for me," Frank said.

"Okay," Jen said looking at him warily.

"Come on," Frank said with a laugh. "It's something you want. You brought jeans? Put them on."

Jen put on the jeans and crop top. It was late afternoon and not too hot, so Frank suggested they walk. As they walked, Frank reached for Jen's hand. She let him hold her hand since she didn't have to worry about running into anyone she knew. Also, she enjoyed holding his hand. Frank was handsome and distinguished. It felt good being with him.

It was kind of weird though. She was dressed casually in jeans, a crop top and flats and Frank was still in his expensive Italian suit. That, combined with their age difference, made Jen kind of feel like Frank's daughter. People seeing them probably thought that. That is, until they saw them holding hands. Then, they probably thought Jen was his trophy wife (since she was wearing Mike's wedding and engagement rings).

Jen wasn't put off by any of this. She was used to it actually. The "barely legal" look turned Mike on too. To be honest, Jen was thankful for her youthful appearance. It helped her ego that a lot of men thought she could pass for a young college student.

Frank led her to a costume boutique. It was an expensive store for buying high end Halloween costumes. "You want me to wear a costume?" Jen asked as she browsed through the store's elaborate offerings.

"No, it's just interesting to look around," Frank said with a laugh.

"Oh my god, look at this," Jen said with delight. There were mannequins wearing Harry Potter costumes. Harry, Hermione, Ron and others. "Mike would love this." She laughed as she touched the Hermione outfit.

"What's so funny?" Frank asked. 

"Mike's got a major thing for Emma Watson," Jen said grinning.

"Her name's Emma?" Frank asked. He wasn't familiar with Harry Potter.

"No her name's Hermione you goof," Jen said giving Frank a playful elbow in his chest. "The actress is Emma Watson."

"You should be Hermione for Halloween," Frank suggested.

"Oh god Mike would love that," Jen said looking at the Hermione costume. A sweater over a starched white blouse, pleated wool skirt, ankle socks and lace up shoes. Classic school girl. Mike would love it! The costume even included a wig.

"Let's try this on," Frank said handing Jen the wig. 

Jen giggled as she put on the wig. Frank grinned at her. The wig was a mane of out of control brown hair, classic Hermione. It made Jen look silly. They both laughed as Jen looked into a mirror.

"Try this one," Frank said, picking a wig from a different non-Harry Potter costume. This wig looked like real hair. In fact, the wig looked like Jen's hair, silky and lush. But the wig differed in 2 ways. The hair was brown and only shoulder length (Jen's hair was blonde of course and long, going pass her bra strap).

Jen rolled her blonde hair into a makeshift bun and then put on the wig. Frank's eyes went wide. "You look lovely Jenny," he gushed. "Truly stunning."

Jen looked into the mirror. With the wig she looked like a brunette. A short haired brunette. The wig barely touched her shoulders. She couldn't remember when her real hair was so short. Certainly not since she starting going with Mike.

"You make a lovely brunette," Frank said coming up behind her and putting his hand on her hip. "And the short hair is so classic."

Jen got it. Mrs. Tower was a brunette. Paige was a brunette. Frank had a thing for brunettes.

"You really think so?" Jen said. Her Mia flats had a pointy toe. Remembering his kink, Jen pressed the toe into his ankle. "You like me as a brunette Frank?"

"Yeah," Frank said, his voice suddenly hoarse.

Jen smiled teasingly. Then she said "Well, blondes have more fun." She whipped off the wig and shook out her long blonde hair, the entire time giving Frank a mischievous grin.

"You're a bitch," Frank said giving her an admiring grin back. Jen laughed and took his arm. They walked back out to the street.

Frank took Jen into the Philadelphia Club. They were greeted immediately by a concierge wearing a tuxedo. All the waiters and waitresses wore formal attire. Everyone seemed to know Frank. The concierge guided them to a table with an amazing view of the Philadelphia skyline. Frank ordered 2 tequilas.

"This is the oldest gentleman's club in the United States," Frank explained. "Founded in 1834. This is where real business takes place."

Jen nodded as she looked around. The club was crowded with mostly men. Everyone looked distinguished and well dressed. But not New York trendy dressed. These men wore power suits. While there were smiles and laughs, everyone looked serious.

A lot of the men glanced their way. At Frank or her? Jen couldn't tell. Finally a group of men came over. Frank rose and greeted them with a grin and firm handshake. 

Frank introduced Jen to the men. Jen could tell they were all wealthy power brokers. Frank said "Gentlemen, this is my friend Jenny Johnson."

"Are they your friends?" Jen asked after the men walked away.

"I don't know many people I'd call a friend," Frank said. "They're business acquaintances. They all want something. Everyone wants something."

"Like what?" 

"Different things, depends on the person," Frank said with a shrug.

"Are you going to give it to them?" 

"I might," Frank said. Then he gave Jen a confident, almost boyish grin. "After they pay me an obscene amount of money. Or make other concessions."

Jen smiled back. She got the sense Frank was a wolf among sheep. It scared and thrilled her. It made her pussy tingle.

"I feel like your trophy girlfriend," Jen said, thinking again how under dressed she was among all these older men wearing custom suits. She added with a laugh "Or your daughter."

Frank took a long draw of his tequila. He motioned to the waiter and ordered another one. 

"We need to talk about something Frank," Jen said. "You keep calling me Johnson. You know my name is Andrews."

"I think of you as Jenny Johnson," Frank said with a shrug.

"It's disrespectful," Jen said.

"To who?" 

"To Mike."

Frank grinned. "I think Mike will get off on it. Ask him, you'll see."

"But, Johnson isn't my name," Jen said. "It would be like me calling you Frank Smith or something."

"When you and Mike were apart, you went back to Johnson, right?" Frank said.

"I mean, sort of," Jen said. She'd been so mad and upset with Mike she'd gone back to her maiden name. But she never formally changed her name back to Johnson.

"When you're with me you're not with Mike," Frank said. "So how is it not right to call you Jenny Johnson?" He said it like that was the end of the discussion.

"But –."

"Something else," Frank said cutting Jen off. He looked at her left hand. "I'd like you to take off your wedding rings when you're with me."

"What?"

"You're concerned about people you know seeing us together?" Frank said. "I have the same concerns. I don't want my friends to know I'm seeing a married woman."

"I thought you don't have any friends," Jen said sarcastically.

Frank grinned. He liked when she was sassy. "Come on Jenny," he said knowingly. "You can't tell me you haven't run into this issue before."

Jen frowned. Yes, of course she and Mike dealt with this issue before. That's part of the reason she wore the Sophia ring on her right hand. But Jen was annoyed at being ordered around. "I need to talk to Mike first," she said stubbornly.

"Fine," Frank said with a shrug. "But for now? I know most of the people in this club."

"Whatever," Jen said under her breath. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and slipped them into her purse. Under the table, she thumbed the Sophia ring. 

They ate dinner at the club. The food was spectacular. After finishing the tequilas, Frank ordered a Lafite Rothschild Bordeaux wine. Jen didn't know a lot about wine, but even she had heard of the famous French 1st Growth Bordeaux. It was easily the best wine she had ever tasted and went wonderful with her raviolis with truffle oil.

After dinner they took another walk. The Philadelphia evening was cool and relaxing. Jen had been irritated with Frank about the wedding ring thing, but she realized it was silly. Some of her other boyfriends had had the same issue. She knew Mike would be okay with it. It turned him on when she took off her wedding rings for another man (that is, as long as she wore the Sophia ring on her right hand). On top of that, Jen wasn't a confrontational person. She didn't like tension with a guy she was with. She liked and admired Frank and they were having a fun day. 

Jen leaned into Frank. She took his hand and pulled his arm around her, guiding his hand to her ass. Frank smiled at her and she smiled back. They continued walking down the street, now with Jen's body pressed against Frank and his thumb in the back pocket of her tight skinny jeans.

They stopped in front of a tattoo parlor. The sign said Body Art.

Jen had seen a lot of sleazy ink joints, in Vegas and New York City. Body Art looked practically colonial, located in an elegant brownstone off a tree lined, cobblestone street.

"This is what I'd like you to do," Frank said.

"Frank I'm not getting a tattoo for you," Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"Not a tattoo," Frank said. He raised Jen's crop top a couple inches and ran his fingertips across her belly button. "A belly ring." 

"I can't do that," Jen said. 

"You said you wanted one."

"Mike's not here," Jen said.

"You said he wanted it too," Frank pointed out.

"Frank, I can't pierce my body without my husband here," Jen said. She looked at the tattoo parlor. It looked nice, really professional. She'd wanted a belly ring for a long time, all the way back in college. "I at least have to call Mike," she said.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 20-21



"I don't think you need to call him," Frank said. 

"How would you know?" Jen scoffed. She looked at the parlor again. It looked more like an exclusive day spa than a tattoo parlor. "I'll call him," she said. Frank shrugged.

Jen took a few steps away from Frank and dialed home. She brushed her hair behind her ear and listened as the phone rang.

"Hey baby, how's it going?" Mike asked. Jen could hear the excitement in his voice.

"It's awesome," Jen said. "We're in Philly. We flew down on Frank's private plane."

"He has a private plane?" 

"It's freaking awesome honey," Jen gushed. 

"So you're in Philly," Mike said warily. "When will you be home?"

"Definitely tonight baby," Jen assured him. "But probably not until late. You don't have to wait up."

"I'll wait for you," Mike said.

"I'm just saying, I'll wake you up when I get home so you don't have to wait up," Jen offered.

"I'll wait for you," Mike said again.

"Oh okay," Jen said. He sounded a little hurt, but she knew that was normal. "How's our Anna?"

"She's good," Mike said perking up at the mention of their daughter. "I'm about to give her a bath. Then we'll read books until she falls asleep."

"Then what will you do baby?" Jen asked.

"Just hang," Mike said. "There's a Mets game. Maybe I'll get a movie on Apple TV."

"Don't drink too much honey," Jen said gently. She knew sometimes alcohol darkened Mike's mood, magnifying his feelings of jealousy, neglect and loneliness.

"I'm good," Mike assured her.

"So, um, I wanted to ask you something," Jen said hesitantly.

"What?"

"You know we talked about getting my belly button pierced? You said you were okay with it?" Jen said. "Frank knows an awesome place here for that."

"You want to get your belly pierced?" Mike said. "Now? For Frank?"

"Not for Frank baby," Jen assured her husband. "He's here, but I'm doing it for me. I've always wanted one. For you too honey. It'll be sexy."

"... okay," Mike said after some hesitation.

"So I can do it?" Jen asked excitedly.

"Yeah," Mike said. In the background he heard Frank say "Ask him about Johnson."

"What did Frank say?" Mike said.

"Um ... when Frank introduces me to his friends, he calls me Jenny Johnson," Jen said. 

"He uses your maiden name?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I mean ... yeah," Jen said.

Mike was silent for long moments. Frank doesn't call her by my name. He uses Jen's name from before we got married.

"Baby are you okay?" Jen asked after about 30 seconds of silence.

"Yeah, it's okay," Mike said. He was so excited his voice was barely audible.

"What honey?" Jen said.

"I said it's okay with me," Mike said.

Hearing Mike, Frank gave Jen an "I told you so" grin.

Again in the background, Mike heard Frank say "Ask him about your wedding rings."

"Not now Frank," Jen said in a chastising tone.

"What about your wedding rings?" Mike asked.

With a sigh, Jen said "Frank asked me to take off my rings, because he doesn't want his friends to know I'm married."

"You took off your rings?" Mike asked.

"We were in a club, he knew a lot of people there," Jen said. "I took them off but I was going to ask you tonight after getting home." Jen turned away from Frank and whispered "I have the Sophia ring on honey."

"I guess we've done this before," Mike said after a few moments of hesitation.

"Yeah," Jen said. "So it's okay?"

"Yeah, it's okay," Mike said.

"Are you okay baby?" Jen asked.

"I'm really hot right now," Mike admitted with a laugh. "Frank knows how to push my buttons. I don't know if he's doing it on purpose, but he is."

Still turned away from Frank, Jen whispered "He likes power games. Paige said he gets into your head."

"I understand what she's talking about," Mike said with another laugh.

"So you're okay?" Jen asked. "This excites you?"

"Yeah, big time," Mike admitted. "What about you?"

"Frank's freaking awesome," Jen gushed. "He's controlling. But earlier he did something to me. God ..." She giggled. "My knees are still shaking."

"What?" Mike asked.

"I'll tell you later," Jen whispered. "I should go."

"Okay honey," Mike said. "You're definitely coming home tonight right?" 

"Absolutely baby," Jen said.

"I told you he wouldn't mind," Frank said when Jen hung up. He still had that smug "I told you so" smile on his face.

"Stop," Jen said with a laugh. "Come on," she said grabbing Frank's hand and leading him into the tattoo parlor.

Miranda, the owner and artist of Body Art, greeted them at the door. She clearly knew Frank, giving him a warm hug and kiss on the cheek.

Miranda looked like a gypsy with long black hair. She was tall and slim and looked to be in her early 40s. Miranda had tats running up her arms. She had piercings in her ears, belly button and nipples (the latter being obvious because Miranda was braless). Jen thought Miranda looked mysterious and beautiful!

"My girlfriend wants her belly pierced," Frank told Miranda.

"Ah ..." Miranda said giving Jen a look up and down. At that moment the phone rang. "I'll be right back."

"I'm your girlfriend?" Jen said with a teasing smile at Frank.

"You said I had no friends," Frank said.

Jen's smile disappeared and she looked alarmed. "I didn't mean –."

Frank smiled at Jen and squeezed her hand. "I'd like you to be my friend Jenny."

Jen stared at Frank, as if stunned by his show of vulnerability. 

"Okay, we're ready," Miranda said as she returned.

Jen stared at Frank for a moment longer before turning to Miranda. "Will it hurt?" she asked.

"Only a second," Miranda assured her. "May I?" she said tugging Jen's crop top up to reveal her belly button. "How beautiful" she said putting her hand on Jen's flat tummy.

Miranda took a pen. She stretched Jen's skin and drew 2 dots. "Are you ready?" she said picking up a long needle.

"Um ..." Jen said looking scared at the needle.

"It'll hurt just a second Jen honey," Frank assured her. "A little pinch, then it's over." He took her hand for courage.

"... okay, go ahead then," Jen said. She squeezed her eyes shut. She squeezed Frank's hand too.

It took just a second. "There. All done pretty Jenny," Miranda announced with a smile. "Where is the ring?"

"Um ..." Jen said. She hadn't thought about that. She looked around the store. There were lots of rings for sale. She needed to pick one.

"Here you are," Frank said pulling a box from his pocket. He gave it to Jen.

"You bought this for me?" Jen said.

"Of course," Frank said smiling at her.

Jen's eyes went wide when she opened the box. The belly ring was a short curve of platinum. A small platinum ball was at one end. At the other end was a diamond. 

"Oh my god Frank," Jen said awestruck. The diamond was huge, it had to be at least 4 carats. It sparkled even in the dim lights of the parlor.

Miranda took the belly ring from Jen. She expertly slipped the ring in Jen's new piercing. 

"Clean your new piercing with rubbing alcohol, in the morning and at night," Miranda told Jen. "Don't change the ring for at least 3 months. It'll heal faster that way."

"Alright," Jen said, admiring her new belly ring in the mirror. The diamond looked perfectly white and clear and sparkled from every angle. She loved it! "God Frank thank you so much!" she gushed. Feeling giddy, she rose up on her tiptoes in the Mia flats and gave him a big hug and kiss.

They took a taxi back to Frank's brownstone. When they arrived a maid approaching Jen. "I'm Amelia ma'am," the 40-something maid said. "We dry cleaned your dress."

"Oh," Jen said taking the dress in the filmy plastic covering from Amelia. She was stunned. "Thank you Amelia. And please call me Jen."

"You're welcome ma'am," Amelia said, giving Jen a curtsy. She freaking curtsied!

"Come on," Frank said pulling Jen up the stairs to his bedroom. He barely noticed the exchange between Jen and Amelia. To him, servants served. There was nothing surprising or remarkable about that.

Frank and Jen were hot for each other. They frantically tore off their clothes. Frank was inflamed looking and touching Jen's new belly piercing. "This is so beautiful," he said gently touching and kissing her belly button. "So is this," he said running his finger down to Jen's pussy. Jen arched her back at his touch.

"So is this," Jen said wrapping her hand around Frank's cock. Moments later, Frank was fucking Jen hard.

After their sex, Jen fell asleep in Frank's arms. Around 2am she woke up. "Oh fuck I have to get home," she said. "Frank wake up."

Jen fell asleep again in Frank's arms on the short hop to the private airfield in Jersey. "I'm sorry we didn't have more time," Jen said as they arrived at the loft apartment. She cupped his cock. She meant, I'm sorry we didn't have time for more sex. 

"That's alright, I can only go once a night," Frank said.

"But last time," Jen said surprised. Last time he fucked her twice.

"I've wanted you for years and that was our first time," Frank said with a chuckle, stroking Jen's breast. "I'm human and over 50. Once a night is my limit."

"Oh," Jen said.

"You sound disappointed," Frank said with a laugh.

"No I ..." Jen sputtered. It wasn't she was disappointed. She was just used to younger men (like Scott and Frankie) who could go all night long. Well, maybe she was kind of disappointed ...

"You're too obsessed with sex Jenny," Frank said grinning.

"Well, I mean, what else is there?" Jen joked with a laugh.

Frank laughed. "As you get older, you'll realize quality is better than quantity."

"Why can't I have a lot of awesome sex?" Jen joked.

Frank laughed. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "Don't worry Jen honey, I'll be good to you," he promised.

Mike was asleep on the sofa when Jen entered the loft apartment. "Hey sleepyhead," she said kissing him awake.

"Did you do it?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said. She pulled up her top.

"Shit," Mike said looking at the huge rock in his wife's belly button. The diamond sparkled like stars in the moonlight. "Frank gave you this? Is it real?"

"It's Frank honey, of course it's real," Jen said with a giggle.

"He's rich, power, has a private plane," Mike said. "Frank's really something."

"Yeah, he's really something baby," Jen agreed. "He's freaking awesome."

"You like him a lot?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said.

"A lot?"

"Yeah, a lot," Jen said.

"Infatuated huh?" Mike said with a grin. 

"I guess," Jen said. "It always feels like infatuation in the beginning."

"He calls you by your maiden name," Mike said. "Like I don't exist."

"He likes power games," Jen said rubbing Mike's arm. "It doesn't mean anything."

"He makes you take off your rings," Mike said.

"I put them back on," Jen said showing Mike his rings on her left hand.

"But it's like, he's not acknowledging we're married," Mike said.

"Of course we're married baby," Jen said kissing him.

"He makes you get a belly ring," Mike said.

"I got it for me, for us," Jen said. "Frank was just there."

"What did he do earlier?" Mike asked.

"Earlier?"

"You said your knees were still shaking," Mike reminder her.

"Oh yeah," Jen said with a giggle. Her eyes sparkled at the memory. "He played with my ass and made me cum."

"With his finger?" 

"Yeah."

"Just his finger in your ass, and he made you cum?" Mike said astonished.

"Yeah, it felt freaking amazing," Jen gushed with delight.

"So Frank's a better lover than me."

"You'll always be my favorite baby," Jen assured him. She reached between their bodies and cupped his cock. He was so hard. "Did you play with yourself?"

"Once."

"Just once?"

"I didn't want to cum too much," Mike said. "I didn't want to get down."

"Are you upset now?"

"More hot than upset."

"Anna will be up soon," Jen said. Sunrise was only an hour or so away.

"I know you're tired, you can sleep in," Mike said.

Jen smiled gratefully at her husband. She was exhausted, she could use the sleep. "Wake me up at lunch. We'll go to the bistro."

"Okay."

"I'll take care of this first," she said. She took out Mike's cock and took off her jeans and panties.

"I won't last long," Mike warned.

"That's okay," Jen said. She straddled Mike's legs and guided him into her.

"You feel a little loose," Mike said.

"Frank's big," Jen said. "Especially thick."

"You like that," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen agreed.

"You made him wear a condom?"

"Of course baby," Jen said wrapping her arms around Mike's neck.

"I'm cumming," Mike said looking into Jen's beautiful blue eyes.

"I love you Mike," Jen said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as he came.

A few minutes later they were spooning in bed. Mike had to get up with Anna soon but he wanted to hold his wife until she fell asleep.

"Are you upset honey1`?" Jen asked.

"Yeah," Mike said honestly. "Don't go out with Frank again for a while. We need to reconnect first."

"I won't," Jen said. 

"I have to go to DC this week," Mike told her. "I don't want you to see him while I'm gone."

"I won't" Jen promised.

When Jen woke up the next morning she looked at the clock. It just passed noon. She heard Mike playing with Anna in the family room. 

She still felt groggy from last night, but she got up and took a shower. Her new belly piercing was a little sore. After the shower, she washed it with rubbing alcohol. Then she got dressed. 

Before putting on her top she looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes on her new belly ring. In daylight the diamond looked even more impressive. It was stunning, huge and sparkling. Truly stunning.

Jen wondered if she could keep such an extravagant gift. She really wanted it. She wished it was from Mike. But she knew he couldn't afford to buy her a gift like this, not anymore. But she was kind of dating Frank now. He was kind of her boyfriend. So wasn't it okay if she kept it? 

Mike walked into the bathroom. He moved up behind Jen so their bodies touched. "Does it hurt?" he asked tenderly touching her belly ring.

"Just a little," Jen said. "It'll be better in a couple days."

As if reading her thoughts, he asked "Are you going to keep it?" 

"Do you want me to give it back?" Jen asked.

"I'm your husband," Mike pointed out.

"But ... you want me to date him?" Jen asked.

"So you want to keep it?" Mike said.

"I mean ... it's up to you," Jen said.

Mike could tell Jen wanted to keep the diamond. It hurt that he could no longer afford to buy gifts like this for his wife. Not without tapping into Anna's college fund which was unthinkable.

It also hurt that another man gave her the gift. A man Jen was dating and fucking. And she wanted to keep it. As always though, Mike was conflicted about it. He was excited and hard.

"Yeah, I want you to see Frank," Mike said. "So you can keep it."

Jen was elated although she tried to hide her excitement. She turned around and hugged Mike. "It's just a belly ring," she said trying to make him feel better. "It's not like a ring on my finger."

"But you're already taking off your wedding rings for him," Mike said.

"Only when I'm with him," Jen said soothingly. "On dates," she corrected, since she still worked with Frank. When they were working she would still wear her rings of course. "So once a week maybe. Probably every other week. That's all."

"That's how it starts," Mike said, his cuckold insecurities flaring. "You always want to see your boyfriends more."

"I'm different now Mike," Jen assured her husband. She hugged him. "I've learned a lot about the game. Frank is new, that's all. He plays mind games and they're fun. But he's temporary just like all the others."

**************************

Mike had a packed schedule at the CATF headquarters. He was involved in a lot of projects. In fact, he was the lead on most. He was going to CATF in the DC suburbs regularly now because he needed face time with his teams to help them solve problems and keep the projects on schedule. Mike avoided the quantum computer project though, even though Abraham had asked him more than a few times for his input.

When he was at CATF, Mike stayed at the small connecting dormitory. He also ate his meals at the cafeteria. Washington DC was only a short Uber away but Mike didn't feel like sightseeing without Jen there. 

Because of his loner personality combined with his mathematical brilliance, Mike developed an enigmatic, "man of mystery" reputation among the other scientists and engineers. He seemed to fit his "Phantom" codename.

One evening Mike sat alone at a table in the cafeteria, eating dinner while reading sports on his iPad. A few of the junior scientists and analysts sat at the next table. They were young, a couple years out of college, 10 years Mike's junior. Many were on his teams and he was their unofficial boss.

Mike was half listening to their conversation. They were playing some kind of scientific trivia game. The current question was, "What's the temperature of Mars on a summer day?"

"Mike?" one of the guys said. His name was Cal. "Are you into the Walking Dead? We're watching the pilot of Fear of the Walking Dead tonight."

"Tonight?" Mike said surprised. "I thought it's not on for a couple weeks."

"We hacked into AMC's servers," Cal said with a grin. 

"We used your routines when you hacked into those ISIS computers," a girl said. Her name was Anne.

"Huh," Mike said. Well shit, he thought. Why didn't I think of that?

"Hey, ah, Mike," another guy said. His name was Jim. "You're welcome to watch with us."

"You should definitely watch with us," a girl said. Her name was Martha. Embarrassed by her too enthusiastic urging, she nonchalantly added "We're just hanging out."

"Yeah, okay, sure," Mike said. He actually didn't like being around people. Other than a small group of people (Jen, Anna, Sam, Claire, his parents), he dealt better with numbers and computers than humans. That's just the way he was. But getting an advance showing of the new Walking Dead spin off was too tempting.

Colonel Banks watched all of this from across the room. He'd been watching Mike closely lately. Mike was a valuable asset, but also a potential problem. It was his job to deal with it. Hearing their conversation made him laugh inside. The group of young scientists and analysts – they were the rising stars in CATF – they seemed awestruck with Mike, giving him hero worship treatment.

"Um, Mike?" Martha said nervously. "Were you really offered the Apple code master job?"

"Yeah, why did you turn it down?" Cal asked.

"Yeah, why CATF instead of Apple?" Jim said.

"You'd rather be working in industry?" Mike asked.

"My friends work in Silicon Valley, they make more money, get stock options," Martha said enviously.

"My friend's at Google, they get free smoothies and desk massages," Anne said. They all laughed but it was clear they were envious of their friends working in the private sector.

"I wanted to make a difference," Mike said. "What CATF's doing is more important than Apple, or Wall Street."

"But CATF arrested you for a year," Martha whispered. "Now you're working here?"

"Exposing Liberty, I think I did the right thing," Mike said. "Working here, I think I'm doing the right thing. Yeah, it's not much money, we don't get perks. But what we're doing here is more important. We're protecting our country."

Colonel Banks stared at Mike, shocked. It wasn't much of a speech. But the young scientists were hanging on his every word. That's how he really felt? This wasn't just a temporary gig until something better came along? He actually believed in what CATF was doing?

"By the way, the answer's 27 degrees," Mike told them.

"What?" Cal said.

"The temperature of Mars on a summer day," Mike said. "27 degrees."

"Um, Mike?" Anne said, looking at the trivia card. "That's not right. It's 80 degrees."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 20-21



"I converted it from Fahrenheit to Celsius in my head," Mike said with a grin. The young scientists laughed.

Cheating and Rivals – Part 21

The next weekend, Mike and Jen were getting ready for a fundraiser for Jasmine's campaign. Frank was going to be there but they weren't planning on hooking up. Mike just got home from the CATF meetings so they hadn't had a chance to reconnect yet.

"Don't wear stockings," Mike said. Jen was sitting on the edge of the bed and she was about to put on thigh highs.

"Seriously?" Jen said with a laugh.

"Frank likes bare legs right?" Mike said grinning.

"Yeah but I'm not doing anything with him tonight," Jen reminded her husband.

"We can still play," Mike said.

"You're so bad. And predictable," Jen said with another laugh.

Mike sat next to his wife on the bed. He put his hand on her stocking-less thigh. "Did Frank call this week?"

"Yeah."

"He wanted to get together?"

"Yeah," Jen said. "I told him no."

"You wanted to though right?" Mike asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "I think it's better to go slower too."

"But you wanted to see him," Mike pressed.

Jen leaned into her husband. "Mike, honey, what do you want me to say?" she said gently but with a little exasperation.

"I want you to tell me the truth," Mike said.

"Then, the truth is, I think it's better to go slower," Jen said.

At the fundraiser Jen met with Frank to coordinate final details with the rest of the team. As their meeting ended Frank said "Jenny hold up a minute." Jen held back as the others filed out of the room, looking at each other and suppressing smiles.

"Frank we have to be careful, people are talking," Jen said when they were alone in the small conference room. The conference room was down the hall from the ballroom where the fundraiser was taking place.

"You look lovely tonight," Frank said. He closed the door.

"Let's keep the door open," Jen said with a laugh. "We can't be seen alone together."

"Do you really care what others think?" 

"Frank, Mike is here," Jen said.

"He knows," Frank said pointing out the obvious.

"Of course he knows," Jen said. "But if people are whispering he'll be uncomfortable."

"He probably likes that," Frank said with a grin. "This looks delicious," he said running his hand over Jen's stomach and feeling the belly ring.

"You can see it?" Jen asked.

"If you look closely," Frank said, his eyes on Jen's stomach. The diamond of the belly ring dented her dress slightly.

"You like that?" Jen said giving him a smile.

"Yes I do," Frank said, excitement on his face. Jen realized Frank was turned on knowing she wore the belly ring under her dress. It was like when Mike saw the bump of a garter belt; it drove him crazy knowing she wore stockings under her dress.

"Thanks for dressing for me," Frank said touching her bare leg.

"I didn't dress for you," Jen said with a laugh.

"You know I prefer bare legs," Frank pointed out.

"Mike told me not to wear stockings," Jen said.

"So your husband wants you to dress for me," Frank said. "That doesn't surprise me."

Jen gave Frank a look, as if processing his words. "We've got to get to the fund raiser," she said.

"Wait," Frank said, putting his hand on Jen's stomach again (this time to stop her from walking out the room). "We need to talk. The three of us. Tonight."

Jen looked at Frank again. "I'll ask Mike."

Later, Jen pulled Mike aside and whispered "Frank wants to meet. He wants to talk about something."

"What?" 

"I don't know," Jen said. "Honey, can I asked you something? When you told me not to wear stockings. Is it because you want to tease Frank? Or because you think I should dress how Frank wants?"

Mike thought about it a moment. "Does it matter?"

"It matters to me," Jen said.

"Why?" 

"Just tell me," Jen said with a laugh.

Mike thought about it. "I guess, I want you to get him hot. But it turns me on you're dressing the way Frank wants."

"But, you love when I wear stockings," Jen said, wanting to explore Mike's thinking. "So if I'm dressing for Frank, I'm not dressing for you."

"Yeah but ..."

"I think that's hot," Jen said, excitement on her face. "Frank's making you do things. He's got you telling me to dress for him and not you."

"You think that's hot?" Mike asked.

"A dominate man making us do things," Jen said nodding her head. She looked excited, the beginnings of a cum face.

"Why do you want another man controlling me?" Mike asked.

"I want him to control both of us," Jen said. 

Mike nodded, not really understanding why this turned Jen on so much. She had sub fantasies. Why did that include him? But she probably didn't fully understand his desires. At least her fantasies included him and not just her well hung lovers.

Seeing the frown on her husband's face, she squeezed his arm and said "It's just a game honey." They were silent for a few moments, as if studying each other. Then Jen said "So should we meet with Frank tonight?"

"Yeah, let's meet him," Mike said. "At our place."

"Mike, baby, if we meet him at home you know what will happen," Jen said.

"Yeah, I want it to happen," Mike said, squeezing Jen's hand and giving her a kiss that looked more innocent (because of the people around them) than it really was.

After the fundraiser, Mike and Jen rushed home. They checked on Anna at their loft apartment. Their baby was sound asleep. Mike got Maggie (their babysitter) a taxi home. Frank arrived a few minutes later.

Mike pour drinks, a Highland Park scotch for himself and an AsomBroso tequila for Frank. "What do you want?" Mike asked Jen. There were alone in the kitchen.

After a moment's hesitation, Jen said "I'll have a little scotch baby."

"Jen, you don't have to drink scotch just because I'm drinking scotch," Mike said. "If you want tequila just say that."

"I actually don't want anything," Jen said trying to be diplomatic. "How about I take a sip of yours and Frank's?"

Mike nodded. In the family room he gave the tequila to Frank. He sat in the sofa across from Frank. Jen sat next to her husband.

"I'll get to the point," Frank said looking at Mike. "We've only dated a few times, but I enjoy Jenny's company."

Mike nodded.

"I'd like to explore our relationship," Frank said.

"You can't have more of her time," Mike said immediately, drawing a line in the sand. He looked at Jen. "We have Anna now. You have to be here."

"I'm not suggesting more time," Frank said. "I believe in quality over quantity." He smiled at Jen. She smiled back, sharing their inside joke.

"What do you want?" Mike asked. 

"Having to use condoms is unacceptable," Frank said. 

"No offense Frank but ..." Mike said.

"I understand your concerns," Frank said. "I have the same concerns."

"What?" Jen said.

Frank looked at Jen. "No offense Jen honey, but you've been with your share of men."

"What are you saying?" Mike hissed angrily, glaring at Frank. He didn't like anyone saying anything bad about his wife.

Jen put a hand on her husband's arm. "It's okay Mike," she said. Frank was right, she'd been with a lot of men.

"I suggest we all get tested," Frank suggested. "Including you Mike."

"What?" Mike said.

"Unless you plan to stop having sex with Jenny," Frank said with a chuckle.

"Of course we're not going to do that," Jen said hugging Mike's arm.

"So we're agreed," Frank said with a grin.

"We haven't agreed to anything," Mike said still glaring.

"It's okay we'll do what you want honey," Jen told Mike, rubbing his arm. "Frank, can you go over to the other room so we can talk?"

Frank went into the kitchen. 

"We'll do what you want baby," Jen whispered so only Mike could hear.

"But you agree with Frank," Mike whispered back, hurt and bitterness in his voice. "Was this planned?"

"No honey I had no idea this is what he wanted to talk about," Jen said honestly. "I swear."

"But you want this," Mike said.

Jen put her arms around Mike. "You know I like skin-to-skin best," she said. "Everyone does. Condoms are messy and I'm always worrying about them breaking or coming off. I'm on the pill."

"Sometimes you forget," Mike said.

"I haven't in months" Jen said. 

"It's just ... so intimate," Mike lamented.

"But don't you want that?" Jen said. She pressed Mike's hand across her face as if to take any sting out of her next words. "You want me to date Frank and be his girlfriend. It's not as real if he has to use condoms."

"What do you mean?"

Jen kissed his hand. "Mike honey, I never make my boyfriends use condoms. I mean, sometimes for stretches as part of the game, but usually not."

"We're playing the game right now," Mike reminded her.

"You know, I've only had 2 real boyfriends in my life," Jen said. "You and Colin. I've been with you like 5 times longer than Colin. So kinda, you've been the only man in my life, ever."

Mike thought about that. It made him feel good. "What about all the other guys?" he asked.

"That's what I'm saying. Everyone else has been the game. They haven't been real boyfriends. Only you're real."

"Clint," Mike pointed out.

Jen hugged Mike's arm too. "I like to think of Clint as part of our game too," she said in a quiet voice.

Mike stared at his wife. Then he put his arm around her. "So this is just part of the game."

"Yeah," Jen said. She brushed her hands across Mike's cheeks. "And I want you to give into what Frank wants." She looked into her husband's eyes. "Not because of me. You're doing it because it's what Frank wants."

Jen had her cum face on. He was breathing hard too. The lust and excitement of their game was clouding out any other thoughts.

"The pill's not 100% perfect," Mike said.

Jen knew the pill was mostly perfect, like over 99%. She didn't know anyone who got pregnant while taking the pill. The ones who did were like urban myths. But she knew what her husband loved to hear. If he would play her game, she would play his.

She looked into Mike's eyes and said "Yeah, it's not perfect. It's risky not using condoms."

Mike was breathing hard, looking into Jen's beautiful face. "Okay, we'll do what Frank wants," he said.

A few minutes later they toasted to their agreement. Jen didn't have a glass, so she took Frank's tequila from his hand and took a sip. Mike felt some cuckold angst when Jen did that. But it was better that way, because if Jen had sipped from his glass he'd feel like she was being condescending to him.

"One more thing," Frank said. "This probably goes without saying, but just so we're all clear. I want us to be exclusive Jenny."

"What?" Mike said.

"Getting tested makes no sense if we continue to have other partners," Frank said. "What do you think Jenny?"

"You make it sound like a business arrangement," Jen said.

Jen's words seemed to take Frank aback. For a moment he looked vulnerable. He quickly recovered, but still his face looked softer. "I'm sorry, I haven't done this for a while," he said with an almost embarrassed, hopeful smile. He laughed (it sounded like nervous energy). "I'm not sure what the right words are."

Jen looked from Frank to Mike. "I think what Frank's saying is he wants me to be his exclusive girlfriend," she said to her husband.

"Yeah," Mike said.

"Are you okay with that?" Jen asked Mike.

Mike hesitated only a moment. This is what he wanted after all. "Yeah, I'm okay with that," he said, his voice hoarse with excitement. 

"I'm okay with it too," Jen said. She took Frank's hand and said "So we'll date, and only have sex with each other." She hurriedly added "And I'll have sex with Mike too of course."

"That's wonderful," Frank said, smiling broadly. His smile looked almost boyish and he looked vulnerable again. He laughed that nervous laugh again. "I feel like we should celebrate or something."

Jen looked at Mike. A silent message passed between them. Mike nodded. Jen nodded back. Then she took Frank's hand and put it on her belly. "I'm already wearing your ring," she said.

Lust came over Frank's face as he felt the belly ring under Jen's dress. "You won't take this off?" he said.

"I'm not supposed to take it off anyway, but no I won't take it off," Jen assured him.

Frank pulled Jen into his arms. He kissed her passionately, like he was out of control. Mike watched as they made out. He watched as Frank hungrily ran his hands over his wife's body. After a few minutes Jen managed to pull away. "Let's go to the bedroom," Jen said panting. "Anna might come out."

Jen tugged at Mike's hand to follow as she walked with Frank into the bedroom with his arm around her.

Mike closed the door. When he turned back they were already kissing again. Their hands were all over each other.

Mike sat in the sofa to watch. It was always hard seeing Jen kiss another man. In a way, it was easier to see her fucking him. Despite the angst it was an incredible turn on too.

To his surprise, Frank broke away from Jen and sat down next to Mike. Mike moved to get up but Frank patted his shoulder. "Better view this way Mike," he said with a grin. The vulnerability was gone. This was the real Frank again, the Master of the Universe.

"Come here Jen honey," Frank said. With an intrigued smile on her face, Jen walked over and got down on her knees in front of the 2 men. She unzipped Frank and pulled him out, then went down on him.

Frank was right, Mike had a great view of his wife going down on another man. As Jen's head bobbed up and down, Mike got a good view of Frank's cock. It was longer than his, although not super long. What was impressive was his girth. Frank's cock was really thick, and Jen struggled to get it into her mouth.

"Suck Mike Jenny," Frank said.

Jen looked up at Frank with a delighted smile on her pretty face. She quickly took out Mike's cock and went down on him. She easily took all of him into her mouth. 

"You shave?" Frank asked. Mike had no pubic hair.

"He shaves all over," Jen said. She took off Mike's shirt and then his pants. Mike had no hair below his neck. "I like him this way," she said running her hands over Mike's hairless chest and legs. Mike got red. He knew his naked hairless body looked like a little boy's (especially with his barely 4 inch, thin penis). Frank towered over him, both his cock and his muscular body.

"Take off that dress Jenny," Frank said. 

Jen stood up and reached behind her. She unzipped her dress and let it fall to her feet. Then she took off her bra and panties, leaving only the high heels on. 

Jen got back down on her knees. She took Mike in her left hand and Frank in her right. She stroked them up and down. Mike's cock disappeared in her left hand, while Frank's towered above in her right (and Jen also had a hard time holding him with just one hand).

Mike watched as Jen studied both their cocks. Sitting next to each other, the size different was stark. His cock looked like a boy's compared to Frank. Sitting next to each other, there was no way Jen couldn't see the big difference. For the millionth time, Mike wondered how his wife could get any pleasure from his pathetic dick.

Jen went back down on Frank. As she bobbed her head on Frank she continued to hold Mike's cock in her left hand. Mike's eyes focused on the diamonds in her engagement ring.

Eventually Frank pulled Jen up. They kissed trading big time tongue. At some point Jen dropped Mike cock and wrapped both arms around Frank's neck.

As they kissed and fondled, Mike felt forgotten, like a third wheel. Just as the hurt got unbearable, Jen wrapped her arm around Mike's neck and kissed him. She kissed him passionately, pushing her tongue down his throat. 

While kissing Mike, Jen groaned "Oh –- god." Frank had pushed his cock into her.

Jen let Mike go and wrapped her arms around Frank again. They kissed as Frank fucked her. Mike noticed Frank was fucking Jen bareback. He decided not to say anything. What was the point? Clearly Jen wanted her new boyfriend bare inside of her. 

Mike wanted to kiss Jen but Frank's lips were already on her mouth. He wanted to touch her breasts but Frank's hands were already there. He wanted to be part of this somehow. So Mike put his hand on Jen's ass. It was exciting with her ass moving up and down on Frank's cock. It was like they were fucking him together.

Somehow Frank noticed Mike's hand on Jen's ass. "Mike, finger Jenny's asshole," he said. "She loves that."

Jen broke away from Frank's lips long enough to say "Yeah baby I love that." So Mike ran his fingers down Jen's crack. He fingered her asshole.

"Frank gets her pussy," Mike thought to himself. "He gets her lips and breasts. She only gives me her ass."

Frank rolled Jen onto her side. He was on his side too, his back against the sofa back, Jen's back to Mike. Mike moved off the sofa to give them more room and to get a better view. From this vantage point he could clearly see Frank's cock moving in and out of his wife's pussy. Her pussy was stretched tight around his thick manhood.

"Mike, lick Jenny's ass," Frank said. "Lick her ass as I fuck her pussy and make her cum."

Jen looked over her shoulder at him. They locked eyes. She had an intrigued excited smile on her face.

Mike looked between Jen's legs. Frank continued to pump her pussy with his thick cock. Only Jen's tiny sandbar separated her pussy from her asshole. If he licked her asshole he'd be licking Frank's cock too.

"Mike come on," Jen urged him, impatience in her voice. She grabbed his hair and pulled his face to her ass. Mike had a closer look of Frank pounding Jen's pussy. Then he began licking her asshole.

"Ugh god!" Jen groaned to Frank. "Frank honey my husband is licking my ass!"

"And my cock is in your pussy," Frank said looking into Jen's eyes.

"Oh god it feels so good!" Jen moaned as she wrapped her arms around Frank's neck and kissed him passionately.

"I can feel Mike's tongue on my dick," Frank said grinning at Jen.

"Oh he loves that!" Jen said. She reached behind her. With her hand in Mike's hair she tugged him closer so Mike's tongue was closer to Frank's cock. "Can you feel that baby? Can you feel Mike's tongue on your cock?" Jen said to Frank, wicked excitement in her eyes.

"Oh yeah, Mike is good at licking cock," Frank said the evil grin still on his face.

"Oh fuck!" Jen cried, her orgasm hitting her. It was one of the best orgasms of her life!

"I'm cumming!" Frank yelled moments later. 

Jen pushed Mike's face away. "Pull out," she told Frank.

"I'm too close," Frank said.

"Pull out Frank," Jen said sternly.

Frank glared at Jen, but at the last moment he pulled out and came on her stomach.

Mike backed away, looking at the lovers. Jen had her arms around Frank again. They were kissing and whispering sweet nothings, experiencing the post orgasmic intimacy of lovers.

At that moment they heard Anna crying. Jen and Frank's screams woke up the baby. Jen pulled away from Frank's lips long enough to say "Mike ..."

"Yeah, I'll get her," Mike said. He pulled his pants up and moved towards the door. As he stepped out he looked back. Jen and Frank were already kissing and whispering.

With a heavy heart Mike went into Anna's room and comforted the toddler. In the security of her father's arms, the baby soon fell back asleep. Mike stayed with Anna though. He loved the excitement of the game. But at that moment, he couldn't stand to see Jen with Frank anymore.

After about 30 minutes Jen came into Anna's room. She was wearing a robe. "How is she?" she whispered.

"Good," Mike said.

"Are you coming to bed?" Jen asked Mike.

"Where's Frank?" Mike asked.

"He's gone honey," Jen said. She could tell he was upset and angry. "Come on baby," she said reaching for him.

Mike got out of Anna's bed and took Jen's hand. Then walked to their bedroom.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 20-21



Jen dropped the robe and undressed Mike. She sat him on the edge of the bed and got on her knees. She took him into her mouth. Despite being upset and pissed, he came after just a few moments.

"Why did you do that?" he said, bitterness in his voice.

"I know you like to be inside me when we talk," Jen told him. "This way you won't cum so fast."

"It'll take a while for me to get hard again," Mike spat out.

"I know that baby," Jen said patiently. She laid Mike down on the bed. She got under the covers next to him, her head on his chest and her leg over his. After a few moments, Mike put his arms around her. They lay that way for long moments, not saying anything.

After a while Jen got up on her elbow and looked into Mike's face. She said "You know I told you what would happen if he came over."

"Yeah," Mike said, glaring at her.

"So you can't blame me we had sex."

"I'm not mad about that."

"You agreed to getting tested and being exclusive," Jen pointed out.

"Like I had a choice," Mike said sourly.

"Mike come on," Jen said trying to get her husband to be reasonable. "You want me to be Frank's girlfriend. And it's more exciting for you too if we don't use condoms. What did I do wrong?"

"What did you do wrong?" Mike said incredulously. "Well, first, I agreed to the testing. But why bother, you just let him fuck you without a condom."

Jen looked like she didn't understand. "But I made him pull out," she said.

"How does that matter?" Mike said disbelievingly.

"I'm on the pill," Jen said. "I made him pull out ..."

"The whole point of getting tested is to make sure he's safe," Mike said.

"Mike of course Frank is safe," Jen said. "And he knows we're safe. He's dicking us. I told you he's into power games. He made us agree to get tested, even though we're married. See? He's playing power games, that's all."

"And you agreed to it," Mike snapped.

"I was playing along, I thought you were too," Jen said. She took Mike's face gently in her hands. "It's a game honey. Frank wanted us to agree. We don't really have to get tested."

Mike looked at Jen for long moments. "Whatever, we'll get tested."

"We don't have to," Jen assured him.

"We'll get tested!" Mike snapped.

They were silent for long moments. Finally Jen said "What else did I do wrong?"

Mike hesitated, then said bitterly "Just the other day you said you wouldn't try to get me to suck off another guy."

"But, I didn't," Jen insisted, but guilt was on her face.

"Seriously Jen?" Mike said sarcastically.

"You didn't suck him," Jen said rubbing Mike's arm. "Okay, maybe your tongue touched him a little ..."

"Jen ..." Mike said looking at his wife incredulously.

"Okay, I was bad," Jen finally admitted looking sheepish. "You know how much that turns me on. I lost control. I pushed you away so his cum wouldn't get on you. That's good right?" She gripped Mike's arms. "I'm really sorry honey."

"You break promises all the time," Mike said.

"Not the important ones," Jen insisted.

Mike looked incredulously at his wife. "All promises are important Jen," he said.

Jen looked at Mike, feeling terrible. After a few moments, she curled up next to him, her head and arm on his chest and leg over his. Neither said anything for a long time.

Finally Jen said "You're all tense baby." Mike was tense, his whole body stressed from their argument and what happened earlier. "Let me help you relax," she said pushing him over. Mike stubbornly resisted at first, then he let Jen turn him onto his stomach.

Jen got off the bed for a second. She put on black high heels. Mike watched her but didn't say anything.

Jen got a bottle of massage oil and then straddled Mike's ass. She warmed the oil in her hands and then massaged Mike's scalp, neck and shoulders. "Your muscles are all tight baby," she said as she massaged him.

Jen had taken massage classes in college. When they first moved to New York City she worked as a masseuse in the spa of a high end boutique (as a young couple in NYC they needed the extra money). She used her skills to loosen Mike's muscles and get him to relax.

Mike finally broke his silence when he said "When you worked at the St. Regis did men hit on you?"

"Sometimes," Jen said.

"For money? They wanted happy endings?" Mike asked.

"Yeah."

"Did you ever do it?" Mike asked.

"No," Jen said as she worked on the cords in Mike's neck.

"Are you lying?"

Jen stopped rubbing Mike. After a few moment's hesitation, she said softly "No baby I'm not lying." She began rubbing his back again.

"Do you blame me for asking?" 

"No," Jen said. Mike looked back over his shoulder. She looked upset, almost tearful. "Good" he thought.

Jen moved down Mike's body. She gently pushed his legs apart. Then Mike felt his wife's lips and tongue on his ass.

His emotions raw, Mike tensed. Jen did this all the time, using her body to make up for her fuck ups. He heard her say "Please Mike, let me." It sounded like she was close to tears. 

Mike relaxed. Jen spread his cheeks and licked his asshole.

Mike was soon rock hard. Jen rolled him onto his back and got on top. She guided his cock into her pussy and began slowly rocking back and forth.

"I'm a shit," she said. Her eyes were wet and a tear ran down her cheek. "I'm a slut, I break promises, I lie all the time."

"Yeah you do," Mike said bitterly. Jen started crying harder.

No matter what Jen did, Mike couldn't deal with his wife crying or being upset. He rolled Jen onto her back and stroked her pretty face as he made love to her. "No matter what you do I'll always love you," he said as he kissed the tears from her cheeks. "You'll always be my goddess."

*********

The next week, Mike and Jen went to a doctor to get tested. They didn't go to their regular doctor to save them from embarrassment (since their regular doctor obviously knew they were married and would wonder why they wanted to be treated for STDs).

Jen went into the examination room first. At that instant, Mike had a few moments alone with the doctor. Mike pulled the doctor aside. He said "I was wondering if you could check something else for me. But, give me the results, not my wife."

*********

"You're okay with me going out with Frank?" Jen asked the next weekend. Mike was sitting on the edge of the bed and Jen was standing in front of him.

"Yeah," Mike said. He stroked the back of Jen's leg. He grinned and said "No stockings?"

Jen grinned back. They both knew the answer to that one.

"I should take off my rings," Jen said hesitantly.

"Yeah," Mike said. "It's okay honey."

Jen took off her wedding and engagement rings and put them on her dresser. "I still have the Sofia ring," she said showing Mike her right hand.

"Yeah," Mike said. Now he was stroking over her belly button, feeling her belly ring. 

"I said I wouldn't take it off, but I'm not supposed to take it off anyway for a few months," Jen said. "To avoid infection and let it heal."

"I know," Mike said.

"So, when I told Frank I wouldn't take it off, it was just part of the game," Jen assured him. "It wasn't like a high school ring thing."

"I get it," Mike said. He continued to caress the belly ring over her dress. "It's sexy," he said. It was just like the tat on her back. He didn't like the idea of anything marring his wife's perfect body. But once she got the tat (and now the belly ring) he liked it.

"When you finally end it with Frank, I'll buy you a new ring," he said.

"I'd love that baby," Jen said.

"What will you do with this ring?" Mike asked.

"I mean, I might like to wear it sometimes," Jen said honestly. "It's a nice ring."

"You mean, a freaking awesome ring," Mike said with a grin, saying it the way Jen normally would. Still, it kind of bothered him she would still want to wear the ring. Why not put it in the old boyfriend box?

Jen read his thoughts. "It's a stupid belly ring baby," she said wrapping her arms around Mike's neck and looking into his eyes. "Remember we're just playing. My real life is here with you and Anna."

"Maybe soon we can add another one to that list," Mike said putting his hands on Jen's belly and looking into her eyes.

"You want another one?" Jen asked.

"We always talked about 2 or 3," Mike reminded her.

"Yeah ..." Jen said looking less than entirely enthusiastic. There was a knock at the door. "That'll be Lou ... or Hugh," she said with a giggle. She was thankful for the change of subject. "They're Frank's bodyguards."

"He has bodyguards?" Mike said surprised.

"Yeah. I'm not sure he really needs them. It might be a vanity thing," Jen mused.

"Like designer jeans?" Mike joked.

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh. "They even gave me an emergency word." She grinned and rolled her eyes. "If I say it they come save me."

Mike looked bothered at that. He was her husband. It was his job to save her.

Jen read her husband's mind again. "It's just a stupid thing baby," she said soothingly. "Anyway, if something did happen while I'm with Frank, you wouldn't be there. Right?"

"Yeah, you're right," Mike agreed. But still he didn't like it. "What's the emergency word?" he asked.

"Frank asked for my iPhone password," Jen said. "I guess so I wouldn't forget. So it's goddess."

"Jen you can't give him your password!" Mike said alarmed. He knew her password of course, but he was her husband.

"I know baby I changed it," Jen assured him, squeezing his hand. "My new password is banana."

Mike grinned. That was one of their nicknames for Anna, "Anna Banana." He felt better.

Lou drove Jen to Frank's Central Park penthouse apartment. "You look lovely Jenny," Frank said taking Jen's hands and giving her a kiss. Jen wore a long sleeve, short dress and high heels (no stockings of course). It was tight around her chest and then charmingly flared out at her waist. Jen wore the dress special for Frank because her belly ring dented the silky material (if you looked close enough) and it was short showing off most of her legs. Frank looked handsome and dapper in a custom London Savile Row suit.

"We're going to a dinner party," Frank said putting his arms around her. "A few couples. Don't worry, I doubt you know any of them."

"Awesome," Jen said smiling into his eyes.

"We have some time," Frank said. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He unzipped her dress and pulled it off her arms. He groped and fondled her breasts over her bra. Not satisfied with that, he reached behind her and unsnapped her bra and tossed it away. Then he hungrily licked and sucked her nipples.

"God Frank," Jen moaned, rolling her head back as he thumbed and sucked on her sensitive nipples.

"I haven't done something yet," Frank said, breathing hard.

"What?" Jen said, panting.

"I haven't tasted you," Frank said. He lifted Jen onto his big mahogany desk, pushing up her skirt. He pulled down Jen's black thong and spread her legs. Sitting on his rich leather swivel chair, he put his palms on Jen's inner thighs and lowered his head to her pretty completely hairless pussy. He was pleased to see her thin pussy lips glistening with excitement.

Frank remembered how Mike had eaten out his wife. He used the same techniques but added some of his own tricks. Soon Jen was writhing and clawing at the sides of his desk. Frank pushed a finger into her pussy and quickly found her g-spot. Moments later Jen came. "Fuck," she said gasping, trying to catch her breath. "Fuck."

Frank caressed Jen's long shapely legs as Jen panted and caught her breath. He took off her high heels and tenderly kissed the soles of her small pretty feet.

Jen assumed Frank would take her now. Reading her mind, Frank grinned and said "I enjoy the anticipation." Jen gave him a curious smile back. She remembered Frank said, because of his age, he usually could only have intercourse once a night. She wondered if that was why he wanted to wait until after the dinner party.

Frank took something from his pocket. Jen saw it was lacy white panties. "What?" she said surprised.

"Wear these," Frank said as he pulled the panties up Jen's legs.

"Wait, what?" Jen said, alarmed. 

"Don't worry, they're clean," Frank said with a chuckle.

"Whose are they?" Jen asked.

"Another lovely woman," Frank said, pulling the lacy white panties up over Jen's ass. He kissed Jen's inner thigh then pulled her skirt down. "We need to go."

Jen gave Frank a long look. The panties were Mrs. Tower's? He misses her that much? Or maybe they were another of his lovers, like Paige. No, not Paige, they fit her too well to be Paige's (Paige had always been hippy, even back in high school.) 

Jen didn't like the idea of wearing another girl's panties. But Frank was already fixing his tie, they were late for the party. Jen slid off the desk and looked for her bra.

"No bra tonight," Frank said.

Jen looked incredulously at Frank. He wanted her to wear another girl's panties AND go braless?

"Indulge me," Frank said with a grin. "I want to show you off tonight."

"Show me off?" Jen said. She pulled the dress up her arms and looked into the mirror. It was clear she was braless. Her nipples dented the silky material (even though they were soft).

Frank walked behind Jen and zipped her up. "I want my friends to see how beautiful you are," he said kissing her neck. 

Jen decided to go with it. Actually, since her dress was black it wasn't that noticeable. She actually felt more uncomfortable wearing another girl's panties than being without a bra.

Frank put his hand on Jen's thigh as they rode in his limo to the party. "Your skin is so soft," he said as he caressed circles on her thigh.

"Thank you," Jen said.

"Don't hide your beautiful legs in hose," Frank said as he continued to caress her. "Yours are perfect."

"Thanks."

"Do you wear hose to work?"

"Actually lately I haven't, it's so hot," Jen told him.

"Good," Frank said. He chuckled. "I have to admit, I think about you a lot. I like thinking about your wonderful legs and your soft skin."

"I get it Frank. Without stockings right?" Jen said with a laugh. She was flattered he thought about her.

"Exactly," Frank said grinning at her. He continued to caress Jen's inner thigh. Jen took a deep breath. She didn't know who the panties belong to, but they were getting wet.

There were 3 other couples at the dinner party. Three older men, about Frank's age (in their 50s), and – Jen guessed – their trophy wives. All the girls were beautiful, curvy and just a few years older than Jen (in their 30s and early 40s).

It wasn't a happy party. There was a lot of bickering and one-upmanship among the men and cattiness among the girls. "These are your friends?" Jen whispered to Frank.

"No, business colleagues," Frank said.

"Your rivals?" Jen asked.

"They'd like to think of themselves as rivals," Frank said with a dismissive laugh. "They're nothing." Jen frowned at Frank. Why was he being so cruel, and why were they here if he didn't like them?

"Your new girlfriend is adorable Frank," Bitchy Wife #1 said. "What are you Jenny? Did you just graduate from college?"

"I'm 29," Jen said stiffly.

"You didn't go to college?" Bitchy Wife #2 said cattily.

"I went to college," Jen said. "I went to Penn State."

"Ah, how charming," Bitchy Wife #2 said, clearly not impressed.

"That's a lovely dress Jenny," Bitchy Wife #3 said. She was staring at Jen's clearly braless bust. "But I think you forgot something." The 3 bitchy wives snickered and the men grinned. 

"Don't be mean Cassidy," Bitchy Wife #2 said with a grin. "I say, show it if you've got it." All 3 girls giggled looking at Jen's small tits.

Jen flushed as the bitchy wives laughed at her small breasts. They all of course had huge tits and they showed them off in daringly revealing dresses. 

"What are you, an A cup Jenny?" Bitchy Wife #1 asked. When Jen didn't say anything, she said, "Okay, let's go around the room. I'm a D cup."

"Double D," Bitchy Wife #2 said.

"Bitch," Bitchy Wife #1 teased. The 3 wives laughed.

"I'm a double D too," Bitchy Wife #3 said. Everyone turned to Jen expectantly.

"Your turn Jenny. Tell us," Bitchy Wife #1 said. "A cup?"

"Is there a smaller size?" Bitchy Wife #2 said. The 3 wives laughed.

Jen looked at Frank, her cheeks red with embarrassment. He was looking at her with an amused smile.

"I'm leaving," Jen said getting up. Without another word she left the luxurious apartment.

Frank chuckled and he got up and followed Jen. Bitchy Wife #1 followed (her name was Cathy). "How were we?" she asked Frank. The bitchiness was gone now, replaced by anxiety. She looked scared.

"You were wonderful my dear," Frank said grinning at her. 

"So, you'll loan our husbands the money?" Cathy asked hopefully. The 3 husbands owned a business together. The business was near bankruptcy and the 3 families teetered on the edge of financial ruin.

"That was our agreement," Frank said. 

"Why did you want us to make fun of Jenny?" Cathy asked. "She's beautiful."

"I know," Frank agreed.

"Are you going to marry her?" Cathy asked.

"She's already married," Frank said. Cathy's eyes widened in surprise. At that moment her husband John walked in. He looked anxiously at his wife, then at Frank. They desperately needed the loan from Frank.

Frank glanced at John and then looked back at Cathy. "Why did I have you ridicule Jenny's breasts? Because she knows she's beautiful. She needs to be put in her place."

Frank looked at John as he boldly unbuttoned Cathy's blouse. "I've long admired your wife's breasts John," he said.

Frank opened her blouse and took a long look. Cathy's bra snapped in the front. Frank unsnapped and opened her bra. 

Frank looked at John. "Truly lovely," he said as he thumbed Cathy's nipple.

"You're a son of a bitch!" John hissed but he made no move to stop Frank from fondling his wife's breasts. "We had a deal!"

Frank grinned at Cathy as he squeezed her nipples. She winced at the pain.

John finally moved towards Frank and his wife. Frank chuckled and stepped away. "You'll get the money," Frank said to John. Then he left to find Jen.

The limo was outside. Hugh moved to open Frank's door. "Is Jenny inside?" Frank asked.

"Yes sir," Hugh said. Frank grinned and patted Hugh on the arm.

Frank sat next to Jen as Hugh closed the door. "Where to sir?" Lou said.

"Drive around the Park," Frank told Lou.

Frank looked at Jen. She looked upset and angry. "Your friends are shits," she said.

"I never said they were my friends," Frank said.

"Why do you hang with them then?" 

"We do business," Frank said. He raised his hand and cupped Jen's breast over her dress. He thumbed her nipple. It was diamond hard.

"Why were they so mean?" Jen asked.

"They're like that," he said stroking her breast.

"Their big tits are probably fake," Jen said spitefully.

"They've all had boob jobs," Frank said. He looked at Jen's face closely as he said "But Jenny ... even before their breasts were much bigger than yours."

Jen looked into Frank's face. She was flushed and breathing hard. She looked desperate. Mike would say she had her cum face on. "Fuck me Frank," she said desperately.

"Lou stop the car," Frank said. He pulled Jen into his arms. He unzipped Jen's dress and pulled it down her arms, and then pushed her skirt up around her waist. He pulled the lacy white panties down. He put them in Jen's hand. "I want you to put these back on when we're done," he told her.

Jen nodded. She glanced at the front seat. Lou was looking at her breasts. Hugh was looking at her long legs. "Can we put up the privacy screen?" she asked Frank.

"No," Frank said. He pulled out his cock and got between Jen's legs. "They get to watch. It's a perk." Jen glanced anxiously at Lou and Hugh. They looked back into her eyes.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 20-21



Frank rubbed his cock up and down between Jen's pussy lips. "No more condoms," he told her. "I cum where I want. You tell Mike whatever you want."

"Okay," Jen said. At that moment she was willing to agree to anything. She grabbed Frank's muscular arms and pulled him towards her. "Ugh god," she groaned as Frank penetrated her. Jen looked over Frank's shoulder as he pushed in balls deep. Lou and Hugh were watching. From their movements, she could tell they were beating off as they watched their boss fuck her. Her head spun with lust as she locked eyes with Lou and then Hugh. Then she dug her manicured nails into Frank's back as he started pounding her hard.

It didn't take long. Jen screamed when her orgasm hit. Frank came moments later. He grabbed Jen's hips and held her tight as he ejaculated deep inside her womb.

Afterwards Frank held Jen and tenderly kissed her. "Come back with me to my penthouse," he said. "Sleep with me tonight."

"I can't," Jen said. She looked at her watch. It was late. "I should go home."

"Spend the night with me," Frank said. "It's just one night. I'll drive you home early before Anna wakes up."

"No Frank, Mike is waiting up for me," Jen said. "Can you take me home?"

Frank sighed. He took the white panties from Jen's hand. He pulled them back up her legs. This time Jen raised her butt to help him. Jen pulled down her skirt and zipped her dress as Frank fixed his pants. "Jen's place Lou," Frank told his driver.

Jen looked at Frank in the moonlight. He was clearly upset and disappointed. The confident powerful man from just a few moments ago was gone, replaced by a vulnerable boy. It tugged at Jen's heart.

"Maybe we can sleep together some other time," Jen said soothingly. She fixed his tie then gave him a tender kiss. "I just need to ask Mike first."

Mike was up when Jen walked into the loft apartment. "I need to take a shower," she told him.

"Later," Mike said wrapping his arms around his wife and kissing her.

"I let him cum inside me," Jen said looking into her husband's eyes.

Mike hesitated, as if processing this. Then he said "Okay." He kissed her lips again.

A little later, Mike was tenderly kissing and fondling Jen's small breasts. She was naked except for the white lacy panties and high heels. 

"Do you think Frank set it up?" Mike asked as he gently rubbed Jen's nipples. "He knows it gets you hot. Maybe they were acting."

"I thought of that," Jen said.

"It still gets you hot?"

"My breasts are still tiny compared to theirs," Jen said. "I'm going to get a boob job someday."

"No you're not," Mike said, kissing his wife's tiny breasts again.

He worked down her body. He kissed and caressed around her belly ring. His fingertips drifted to the lacy white panties. "You think they're Sally's?" he asked. Sally was Frank's deceased wife.

"I think so," Jen said. "They mean something to him."

"She was your size?" Mike asked as he traced along the lace of the panties. The panties fit Jen almost perfectly. 

"Not when I knew her," Jen said. "But I've seen pictures, she was tiny when they got married."

Mike nodded. He opened Jen's legs a little and caressed the crotch of the panties. They were wet. Mike knew it was from Frank's sperm. He decided not to get into it. They were passed the point of whether Frank had the right to fuck Jen bareback and cum inside her.

"Did you want to spend the night with him?" Mike asked.

"A little," Jen answered. "He's mean and overbearing, but tender too. He doesn't have any real friends. I don't know ..."

"You want to save him?" Mike asked, knowing that was Jen's instinct. She was like that with all her boyfriends, like Ricky, Tom and Drums. Even with Scott (who she mentored and was up for partnership this year).

"I feel sorry for him," Jen said.

"And his head games turn you on," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen admitted with a laugh. "It's like, he does what he wants. Treats people the way he wants. And people take it. I don't like him sometimes. He's mean. But it's a turn on being with a man with so much power."

Mike pulled down the white panties. He took the high heels off and tossed them on the floor. He got on top of Jen and pushed inside her. They began making love. "You belong to me," he said looking into her eyes.

"I know," Jen said.

"You can sleep with him," Mike told her, his cuckold desires flaring. "But you always come home to me."

"I will," Jen promised.

*********************

The next week Jen met with Keri to discuss the Google account. Afterwards they went to lunch. As they walked to the restaurant they passed an upscale men's store called Savile Row Tailors. Jen looked at the suits in the window and thought of Frank. They went inside and Jen bought a silk tie that would match his suit from the other night.

"You and Mike are playing your game again?" Keri asked when they were seated at the restaurant. She frowned at Jen, knowing how close they came to breaking up before.

Jen read her older friend's mind. "That was because of Liberty-gate, not the game," Jen insisted. 

"But why risk it?" Keri said.

"It's how we are," Jen said getting defensive. "You and Jim play," she pointed out.

"Not like you," Keri said.

"Keri, you have a boyfriend in, like, 20 cities," Jen said incredulously. "Not even including Byron." Byron was Keri's personal aide and sometimes lover.

"They're lovers, not boyfriends," Keri corrected. "Your problem is, you DO have a boyfriend. It's as much romance as sex with you. Then you get emotionally attached."

"I get a little infatuated," Jen admitted. "Mike wants me to. But, okay, I get it, with you they're fuck buddies. But haven't you ever liked someone. Gotten involved?"

"You're getting involved?" Keri asked.

Jen shrugged. She told Keri about Frank Tower.

"I know Frank. Know of him," Keri said. "He's older. You knew him growing up?"

"My best friend's father," Jen said.

"Let me guess, that turns Mike on," Keri said with a laugh.

"It would turn Jim on too," Jen said with a smile.

"You're right," Keri said with another laugh. "You're getting attached?"

"More like, Frank gets inside your head," Jen said. 

"Let me guess, you think about Frank a lot," Keri said.

"How'd you know?"

"That tie's for Frank, not Mike, right?" Keri said knowingly. And disapprovingly.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. She looked worried. "I'm afraid I'm going to lose control and hurt Mike."

"So stop, end it with Frank now," Keri said.

"I don't want to," Jen said. She quickly added "Mike doesn't want to either. When I have a boyfriend, he likes me to, you know, let things play out. Let things end naturally."

"I know Frank Tower," Keri said. "He's powerful. He's used to getting what he wants. What if he never wants it to end?"

"Of course it'll eventually end," Jen insisted. "Besides that's part of the excitement ... for Mike."

"For Mike or you?" Keri asked with a humorless laugh.

"I told you I'm attracted to Frank's personality ... his power," Jen said. "How do you do it? Don't you ever get attached to a lover?"

"Jim has lovers too," Keri said.

"I know but –."

"No, that's how I do it," Keri told Jen. "I share Jim with pretty girls ... like you." (Author's note: See Making It Work – Part 4) "I hate it though. I get really jealous when he's with another girl. That keeps me in check. I don't go overboard with a lover, because I don't want Jim to." After a moment Keri added "Maybe you should try it."

"I can't deal with the idea of Mike with another girl," Jen said immediately.

"I'm just saying –." 

"I said no Keri," Jen said crossly. "No."

"Jen, I mean, come on," Keri said reasonably. "Are you really being fair?"

"That's not what we're about," Jen said. "Mike doesn't want another girl. He only wants me."

Keri looked at her stubborn (and, yes, spoiled) friend and shook her head.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 22-23



Cheating and Rivals – Part 22

"Zip me?" Jen said the next Friday night, turning her back to Mike and holding up her long blonde hair. They were going to dinner for some alone time. Maggie was babysitting Anna.

Mike zipped up his wife's dress. "You're not wearing stockings?" he asked looking at her bare legs.

"It's so hot and humid lately," Jen said. Thinking about being out on the hot streets of New York City, she said "Maybe I'll wear my hair up tonight." She turned towards the mirror to work on her hair.

"Okay," Mike said, a frown creasing his brow. He went into the family room to check on Maggie and Anna.

After pinning up her hair, Jen looked at herself in the mirror (a final check before going out). She looked at her bare legs and grinned, thinking of Frank. She took a selfie in the mirror and texted it to Frank. Jen didn't notice Mike looking off the side of the doorway.

Wanting to stay close to the loft apartment, they dined at the French Bistro. It was still early when they finished. "Let's go to that sports bar," Mike suggested.

"Okay," Jen said with a shrug.

"You look good tonight honey," Mike said as they sat on stools at the sports bar. "As always."

"Thanks baby," Jen said smiling and squeezing Mike's hand.

Mike put his hand on Jen's thigh (her legs were crossed). "You could have worn stockings," he said. "It's air conditioned here and at the Bistro."

"Yeah but, the walking," Jen pointed out.

"This is how Frank likes you," Mike said. He grinned to keep their conversation light.

"I guess," Jen said with a smile back. "Oh yeah, that reminds me. Frank's got a masquerade ball next weekend. We're both invited. He's bringing costumes when he comes over tomorrow."

"What?" Mike said, frowning. There was a lot in what Jen just said and he was trying to process it all. "Frank's coming over tomorrow?"

"Um, yeah," Jen said hesitantly. "We talked about it this week. I thought you said it was okay."

"I thought we were playing it by ear," Mike said. "I thought we were going to hang with Anna tomorrow. Just the 3 of us. And then decide."

"We ARE going to hang tomorrow, all day long," Jen said consolingly, squeezing Mike's hand. "Frank will come over after."

"Anna can't sleep over a Maggie's again," Mike said. "I don't want her away that much."

"I don't either Mike," Jen assured him. "Frank will come over after Anna's asleep." She looked up into Mike's face. She said gently, "I thought you wanted this baby. I haven't seen Frank since last weekend. We're supposed to be dating, remember?"

"Yeah, I want this," Mike said. "I just thought we were playing tomorrow by ear."

"I'm sorry," Jen said. "I can cancel with Frank, but he wants to show us the costumes."

"So what is this party?" Mike asked.

"It's a ball," Jen said with a laugh. "I can't believe they still have balls."

"Where is it?"

"Someone's house I think," Jen said.

"Must be big to have a ball," Mike said.

"Oh my god Mike you should see these houses," Jen gushed. "They're freaking mansions. Right in the middle of the City. They take up a whole block."

Mike nodded, thinking about their loft apartment. It was a typical New York home, a small 2 bedroom apartment. Not close to a "freaking mansion."

"So, you agreed to go, without asking me first? And I've got to wear a costume Frank picked out?"

"Mike, honey, this all just happened," Jen said soothingly. "Frank called this afternoon, I didn't get a chance to tell you until now. And I didn't agree to go. I said I'd ask you first."

"But you want to go," Mike said.

"I mean, yeah," Jen admitted. She squeezed Mike's hand again. "Don't you? It's a freaking costume ball in New York City. Doesn't that sound like fun?" 

Mike had to admit, it did sound like fun. "I might want to pick my own costume," he said.

"Of course honey," Jen said soothingly. "You can wear whatever you want. Frank just wanted to help out since it's last minute."

"Okay," Mike said. He didn't like the idea of getting help from Frank, but he got what she was saying.

They finished their drinks. "Should we go?" Jen suggested.

Mike looked at his watch. It was only 10. He grinned and said "Guess who I saw?"

"Who?"

"Josh," Mike said. "He's back in the pool room."

Jen looked puzzled, trying to remember. Then it came to her. The football player from Penn State. He was a few years ahead of Colin. "Oh yeah," she giggled, remembering how she hooked up with him.

"Let's go back and say hi," Mike suggested.

"I'm not sure I want to see him," Jen said with another giggle. When she was in the moment she could be bold and shameless. But afterwards she was shy and embarrassed by her sluttiness. So she didn't really want to see Josh, at least not at that moment. 

Mike caressed Jen's thigh. "Go and see him," he said with an excited twinkle in his eye. "I'll stay here to give you time to catch up."

"Mike what are you up to?" Jen said grinning at him.

"You know," Mike said grinning back. "Let's play tonight. Bring Josh home."

"Mike," Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"Come on," Mike pressed. "Like last time. You go see Josh. Maybe play some pool. I'll go home, get rid of Maggie, make sure Anna's asleep. You follow with Josh." He pulled Jen to him and kissed her neck. "It'll be fun honey."

"Mike I can't," Jen said with a giggle, pulling away from his arms.

"Why not?" Mike asked.

"Remember? I'm exclusive with Frank now," Jen said.

Mike's face immediately clouded over. Seeing that, Jen rubbed his thigh and said soothingly "If I hook up with someone it'll mess up the tests."

"You said the tests were a joke," Mike said. "Anyway, you can use condoms with Josh."

"Mike, I don't think I should," Jen said. "I'm supposed to be Frank's girlfriend."

"I don't like how he controls you," Mike said irritably.

"That's part of the game with Frank," Jen pointed out.

"When you're with him," Mike said. "You're with me now."

"Of course I am. Mike honey, I'm with you even when I'm with Frank," Jen assured him. "He's not controlling me."

"No?" Mike said with a glare. "You're not wearing stockings."

"Mike I never wear stockings in August," Jen said with a touch of exasperation.

"So it's not because of Frank?"

"No."

"Then why did you text him a picture of yourself?" Mike asked.

Jen paused at being caught. "Okay, I thought of Frank. He says he thinks about me. I thought he might like a picture."

"Of you not wearing stockings," Mike said accusingly.

"Mike ... is it that big a deal?" Jen said a little impatiently. She thought this all was silly. It was freaking hot outside. No one was wearing hose.

Of course it was a big deal, Mike thought. It was a huge deal. On the other hand, he saw his wife's point. It was blistering hot and humid outside, even at night.

"Mike honey," Jen said in a softer voice, putting her hand over Mike's. "We're supposed to be dating. I'm supposed to be his girlfriend. That means I think about him sometimes, right? Doesn't it kind of turn you on I texted him the picture?"

"Yeah," Mike admitted. His cock was hard.

"And doesn't it kind of turn you on I want to be exclusive to Frank?" Jen asked.

"Yeah," Mike admitted again. "But I'm your husband. You do what I say."

"Of course I do what you say baby," Jen said. "I'm with Frank because of you."

"You're not with Frank," Mike said immediately, emphasizing "with."

"Mike, god, don't analyze every word," Jen said frustrated.

"If you do what I say, then hook up with Josh," Mike said as if testing her.

Jen looked hurt. "Mike, you're making me feel like a slut. Fuck this guy, fuck that guy. What's wrong with you? You never do that."

Mike turned away, stung by his wife's words.

Jen squeezed his hand again. "Honey, I'm trying to make it work better this time," she said in a softer tone. "Think about if I start something with Josh. Then I'd be spending time with both Josh and Frank. I don't want to spend that much time playing the game. We have Anna now, and I don't want to be away from you that much. With Frank it's only 1 night a week. That's all I want to spend away from you and Anna."

"I get it," Mike said stiffly.

"No honey you don't," Jen said. "You think I'm not hooking up with Josh because I'm being exclusive to Frank. That's not it. I don't want to start something with Josh because I don't want to spend more time away from you. See? It's about you, not Frank."

"You said it was because you wanted to be exclusive to Frank," Mike pointed out.

"Because I'm playing the game, to make it exciting for us," Jen explained. "But the real reason is you."

"You're bullshitting me right?" Mike said, although now he had a slight smile on his face.

"Mike, baby, you're my husband. The father of our baby," Jen said. "Frank's just a fuck buddy."

Later at home Jen was on top of Mike, slowly riding him. "Do you want to keep playing with Frank?" she asked him.

"I know you do," Mike said, playing with her small breasts.

"I do," Jen told him. "But we should stop if you're going to get upset."

"You don't want to stop," Mike said.

"Mike, seriously, I'll get over Frank," Jen said with a laugh.

"I guess I don't want to stop," Mike said. 

Still slowly rocking back and forth, Jen took Mike's face in her hands. "Then you mister need to stop freaking out," she said. She kissed him on the lips to take the sting out of her words. "You know Frank is into power games. Just go with it baby. It doesn't mean anything."

"It probably means something to Frank," Mike point out.

"But it doesn't mean anything to us," Jen said, looking into Mike's eyes. "We're just playing." She touched his chest over his heart. "I know it hurts, but that's part of the thrill right?"

"Yeah," Mike said.

"I go along with Frank because it's exciting," Jen told him. "But it's all make believe. So don't get bad hurt, okay?"

"Okay," Mike said.

"Okay," Jen said. She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. They kissed that way until Mike came.

*******************

JJ barged into the CATF operations room, interrupting a meeting of the Big 4 (Secretary of Homeland Security, FBI and NSA Directors, and Colonel Banks, CATF director). "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" he said angrily. "Your Phantom is Mike Andrews." JJ said "Phantom" with contempt.

The Big 4 were suddenly silent, looking at each other. Finally Colonel Banks said "He's an asset. We're using him."

"He leaked Liberty!" JJ said angrily. "He's a security risk!"

"He gave us the Cloak," Banks pointed out. "He's done good work. We're significantly ahead on his projects."

"What about Quantum? Is he on that yet?" JJ said.

"Not yet," Banks admitted.

"You're taking a big risk Colonel," JJ said disapprovingly. "He leaks Quantum, the damage to national security would be irreparable."

"I'm keeping a close eye on Andrews," Colonel Banks assured JJ and the rest of the Big 4. 

"You better Colonel," JJ said glaring at Banks. "You better."

**********************

Mike, Jen and Anna spent Saturday as a family. Just the 3 of them, no game. Jen never brought up the game or mentioned Frank. Her iPhone buzzed a few times but she ignored it. Her entire being was focused on her husband and daughter.

Upon reflection, Mike realized their life was mostly that way. Mostly they were normal people, a normal American family. They held hands, kissed, played with their daughter, gave her baths and read her books. They talked about their future. They worried about their bank account, paying for college, and whether they were saving enough for retirement. They watched the news and debated whether Hillary was a viable candidate, and if not, then who? Would the Republicans offer up someone they could vote for? They watched movies on Netflix. Jen fell asleep on Mike's arm when he watched Mets and Jets games. 

But, they also played a game. It was their hobby.

As Saturday moved passed lunch towards dinner, as they feed and bathed Anna, Mike's gut tightened. Frank would arrive soon.

After Anna went to bed, Jen got ready. Not wanting to get into the "stockings" thing again, she put on a casual top, shorts and flats. Of course, Jen looked incredible in everything.

There was a knock at the door. "Are you okay honey?" Jen asked Mike.

"Yeah." 

"Just enjoy it baby," Jen said rubbing Mike's arm.

"Yeah," Mike said again, his gut tightening up. His dick was hard too. 

Frank came in carrying boxes. He put them down and pulled Jen into his arms. "I've missed you," he gushed, looking into her beautiful blue eyes.

Jen smiled but didn't say anything. She didn't want to get Mike upset. She didn't resist though when Frank pulled her towards him and kissed her. She kissed him back.

When they broke apart Frank looked at Mike as if remembering he was there. Jen was panting. "Here Jenny," Frank said, handing her one of the smaller boxes.

Mike watched as his wife opened the box, a smile of anticipation on her pretty face. Jen laughed and squealed when she looked in the box. She pulled it out. It was a wig of brown hair. Mike looked questioning at the wig.

"Okay, the other day we saw a costume of Hermione," Jen explained to Mike. "You know, from Harry Potter?" 

"Yeah," Mike said, trying to process this.

"The costume came with a wig," Jen continued. She was talking to Mike, but giving Frank a delighted smile.

"Put it on," Frank told her, grinning.

"Oh my god, is it the same one?" Jen said laughing.

"Of course," Frank said, the grin still on his face.

Mike felt like a third wheel as Jen and Frank talked about an experience from their date. An experience he didn't share with his wife. Mike felt the familiar pain of cuckold angst. But as always it turned him on too.

Jen put her long hair into a makeshift bun. Then she put on the brown wig. She looked in the mirror and tucked away a few loose strands of her blonde hair. Suddenly, Jen was no longer a long haired blonde. Now she was an off-the-shoulder brunette. She smiled and looked at Frank. "What do you think?" she asked.

"You look lovely," Frank gushed.

Jen smiled and beamed into his eyes. Then, as if remembering Mike was there, she turned to her husband and said "What do you think honey?"

"It doesn't look like Hermione," Mike said sourly.

"That's because you're a Harry Potter geek," Jen teased with a playful bump to Mike's hip. She looked into the mirror. "This looks better than Hermione's hair."

"Mike's right Jenny," Frank said. He turned to Mike and explained "It actually goes with another costume."

Mike frowned at Frank. I don't need your explanation, he thought. Anyway, what's the point of a mix-and-match costume?

"Oh you two are both being silly gooses," Jen said, looking in the mirror again. "I like it."

"I do too," Frank said, his eyes alight with desire. Like before he was taken by the sight of Jen as a short haired brunette. He kissed down her neck (easier now because her hair was shorter). Jen moaned. Mike was forced to watch as they made out.

Finally they pulled away, both of them panting. Frank glanced over at Mike. He whispered something in Jen's ear. Jen nodded. She went over to Mike and said "Frank's going to fuck me now."

Mike nodded.

"He wanted me to tell you," Jen said. "He's not going to use a condom."

Mike nodded again.

"He wanted me to tell you that too," Jen said.

Mike reached up and touched Jen's short brown hair. He knew it was only a wig, but at that moment she seemed more like Frank's girlfriend than his wife.

"Do you like my hair?" Jen asked.

"You're always beautiful," Mike said.

Jen smiled at him. She kissed him, but there was no passion, no tongue. "Give us a few minutes then join us," she said.

Mike nodded. "Jen," he said as she began to turn away. When she turned back he said "Not as loud this time. Anna."

Jen smiled and stroked Mike's cheek. Then she went back to Frank.

They disappeared into the bedroom. Mike heard whispered talking and laughter. Then kisses and moans.

Before joining them Mike looked through the other boxes. Jen's costume was Hermione from Harry Potter. Mike was too distracted by what was going on in the bedroom to notice any details of the costume.

His costume was Harry Potter. Mike was surprised by that. He assumed Frank would want him to dress as a villain, like Malfoy or Voldemort. Instead Mike was the hero.

Mike was again surprised to see Frank's costume – Ronald Weasley. There was even a wig of red hair. Why would Frank dress as the sometimes goof ball Ron Weasley?

But then Mike got it. In the story, Hermione loves Ron; she marries him. On the other hand, Hermione views Harry as a platonic brother.

Was that what Frank was trying to do? Get Jen to love him? Turn their marriage into a brother-sister relationship?

Mike found himself drifting into the quagmire of dark emotions. Then he remembered what Jen had said. This was all a game. All make believe. It might seem Jen was going with it, but she was just having fun.

Feeling better, Mike went into the bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him (so Anna wouldn't be able to walk in unexpectantly).

They were undressed, on their sides on the bed. His cock was inside her. Their arms were wrapped around each other and they were kissing as Frank fucked her.

From his vantage point, Mike could see Frank wasn't wearing a condom. Jen's pussy was stretched tight around his thick shaft.

Mike sat in a chair. He took out his cock and slowly stroked himself. Frank was fucking Jen slow. Their lips never parted. Jen was still wearing the wig. Frank ran his fingers through Jen's short brown hair as he fucked her. No, it wasn't fucking, Mike thought. Frank was making love to his wife.

Frank noticed Mike. He looked at Mike's crotch. Mike felt self-conscious and inadequate as he could hold his entire hard cock in his right hand (only the head extended beyond his fist). The fact Jen insisted he shave his body made him feel more self-conscious. 

Frank turned Jen around so now he was spooning her. His cock was still inside her and he continued to fuck her slow. Now they both were looking at him stroking himself. Mike worried he'd get soft from their scrutiny. That would be the ultimate humiliation.

"Mike have you ever fucked Jenny after a lover?" Frank asked.

"Yeah," Mike said.

"After he's cum inside her?" Frank asked.

"Yes," Mike said again.

"You don't mind her lover's cum's inside her?"

"I love Jen, she's my wife," Mike said. "So no I don't care." As the men spoke Jen looked at Mike. 

Frank whispered something in Jen's ear. Jen hesitated a moment then nodded. Frank whispered again. Mike heard Jen say "You tell him." Frank whispered again. Jen whispered back "I want you to tell him." Frank whispered in her ear again. This time Jen said "Okay."

Frank looked at Mike. He said "Mike, Jenny's a sweet fuck. She's got the best pussy."

"I know how good her pussy feels," Mike said defensively.

"I don't think it's fair," Frank said. "You're using your hand while I'm enjoying Jenny's sweet pussy. You're her husband after all."

"I'm inside her way more than you Frank," Mike said smugly.

"I'm sure you are," Frank said with another chuckle. 

"Um, boys, I'm right here," Jen said with a laugh. Frank laughed too. Mike managed a smile but he was bothered by this conversation.

"I'm a fair man Mike," Frank said. He pulled out of Jen and got out of the bed. Jen looked disappointed at the sudden emptiness (especially since she hadn't cum yet) but didn't say anything. Frank's hard cock dangled between his legs. It looked like a thick python.

"You're her husband," Frank said waving at Jen. "It's only fair you fuck her first."

"We make love, we don't fuck," Mike said.

"Okay, whatever," Frank said with a laugh.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 22-23



"And I don't need your permission to make love to my wife," Mike said glaring at Frank.

"Mike, your problem is you talk too much," Frank said with a laugh. "What would you rather have, your hand or Jen's pussy?"

Mike knew there was a trap here. Maybe Frank's goal was to show Jen he was the better lover. But Jen already knew that. Mike knew he couldn't just sit there with his dick in his hand. Despite whatever trap Frank was planning, he had to get into the bed and make love to Jen. 

That was it, Mike realized. The way he would win. He would make love to Jen. Maybe Frank was a better fuck. But he'd tenderly make love to Jen and show Frank who, in Jen's heart, she preferred as her mate.

Mike got on the bed. He rolled Jen on to her back and kissed her. To his relief, she responded to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. They traded tongue. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Frank sit down in the chair. "Yeah, you sit in the chair asshole and I'll show you how to make love to a girl," Mike thought.

Mike took hold of his hard cock and was about to guide himself inside his wife when Frank interrupted them.

"Mike I don't like sloppy seconds," Frank announced.

"What?" Mike asked, panting from making out with Jen.

"You might be okay with it, but I'm not," Frank said. "Put a condom on."

"I'm not using a fucking condom with my own wife!" Mike said angrily, glaring at Frank. Yes, at times in the past he used condoms with Jen. But not now when Frank was fucking her bareback!

"Mike, I'm trying to be reasonable," Frank said in a calm but firm voice. "I'm letting you go first. But unlike you I don't get excited by the thought of another man's sperm around my cock."

Mike was about to object when Jen urged "Mike come on." There was impatience in her voice. She had a major cum face on and wanted to get things going. Or maybe she just wanted Mike to get done so she could have Frank again.

Frank's words "I don't get excited by the thought of another man's sperm around my cock" were still ringing in Mike's ears. His cock was so hard. "Okay, whatever," he said. He reached for a condom in the bedside table. He made sure to get a condom his size.

Mike was disappointed when Jen didn't offer to put the condom on for him. Jen saw it in his face and said "Sorry baby, let me do that for you." She hurriedly tore the package with her teeth and then rolled the condom on Mike's thin shaft. Even though it was size Small there was still left over latex at the base of his shaft.

Mike tried to roll Jen onto her back but instead Jen got on her side, facing Frank in the chair.

"What?" Mike said not understanding. He wanted to make love missionary so he could look into her eyes and kiss her.

"Fuck me this way Mike," Jen said, pulling Mike behind her. She raised her leg and reached back to guide Mike into her.

"Why this way?" Mike asked.

"This is how Frank wants us to fuck," Jen told him, pulling his cock towards her pussy lips.

Mike wanted to say "We don't fuck, we make love" but he didn't, knowing he would look like an idiot. He pushed into Jen's pussy. She felt good as always but he resented having to wear a condom.

Mike didn't like sex this way. With missionary or Jen on top, he could get all of his cock into Jen. But this way, as with fucking doggy, he couldn't get in balls deep. That wasn't a problem with bigger guys, but since Mike was barely over 4 inches, it meant Jen's pussy only got about 2 inches of cock. It emphasized how small he was.

But also, why were they letting Frank dictate how they fucked? Since Mike couldn't look into Jen's eyes and kiss her, couldn't tenderly stroke her pretty face, this was just sex, there was no love here. Was that Frank's goal? Make their sex loveless, so Mike wouldn't at least be able to touch Jen's heart during sex?

Mike pumped in and out. Reaching back and gripping Mike's hip, Jen pushed back against his cock and they got into a rhythm, moving back and forth. As they fucked, Mike's nose was in Jen's short brown hair. The wig was surprisingly silky and lush and felt like real hair. For some reason, the feel of Jen's brown hair against his face made Mike heady with cuckold lust.

Jen was looking at Frank as Mike fucked her from behind. Mike could see his wife's eyes were locked on Frank's cock. He was stroking himself. 

Frank looked into Jen's eyes. "Are you going to cum?" he asked Jen.

"No," Jen said honestly.

"Mike's just getting you ready for me?" Frank asked with a grin.

"He's way more than that Frank," Jen said.

"Do you wish Mike had this cock?" Frank asked as he stroked this thick monster.

"Sometimes," Jen admitted. "But no. He wouldn't be the same person."

"Wouldn't you be the same person with big breasts?" Frank asked.

Jen flushed red. "Yes," she said stiffly.

"So why wouldn't Mike be the same person with a big cock?" Frank asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "I think it would take away from who he is."

Frank grinned. He'd reached the same conclusion. "So, if Mike had a big dick he might not be a cuckold?"

Jen didn't say anything but it was clear from her silence her answer was yes.

"And if Mike wasn't a cuck, you might not get to fuck other men," Frank said.

Jen turned so now she and Mike were in the missionary position. She looked into his face. "I didn't say that baby," she told him. "I love you the way you are. That's the reason. I don't want you to be different."

"But it's true, right?" Mike said looking into Jen's eyes. "This way you get to fuck other guys."

Jen hesitated, then said "Yeah, I guess."

Mike lurched and came. After cumming he continued looking in Jen's eyes, panting to catch his breath. Then he began pulling out.

"Jenny," Frank said sternly.

Jen looked at Frank and understood. "Be careful baby," Jen said to her husband, her hand darting down to Mike's softening penis. She held onto the condom so it wouldn't fall off while he was pulling out. Frank didn't like sloppy seconds. And Jen desperately wanted Frank inside her. She wanted a hard fucking. She wanted to cum.

Frank got on the bed and flipped Jen around, treating her like a rag doll. With Jen on her elbows and knees, he pushed into Jen's pussy.

"You missed my cock Jen honey?" he hissed as he fucked her hard and fast.

"Oh god!" Jen groaned. "God Frank you fuck me so good!" 

"Is this what you want babe?" Frank growled as he fucked her practically through the mattress.

"Oh god yes! I want this so much! I want your cock! Fuck me Frank!"

Mike got off the bed and collapsed back in the chair. Jen's reactions with Frank compared to him were completely different. It was like she was a completely different person.

Mike realized the condom was still half on his soft cock. Jen hadn't even bothered to take it off him (as she usually did). She was too anxious to get Frank back inside her. Mike got a tissue and threw the condom in the trash.

Jen cried and shuddered as she came on Frank's cock. "That's how you do it Mike," he said to Mike with an evil grin. Then he flipped Jen onto her back. They were missionary now. Frank kissed Jen as she recovered from her orgasm. He fucked her slow and tender, stroking her short brown hair. 

Mike wished Frank would just keep fucking Jen like a slut, because now he was making love to his wife. And Jen was making love back, looking into his eyes, caressing his cheeks and neck, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm cumming," Frank told her a few minutes later.

"Yeah baby cum," Jen urged Frank, looking into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She wrapped her legs around his thighs too. Frank came and ejaculated inside Jen as she kissed him through his orgasm.

***************

The next week they received the results from the doctor. Both Jen and Mike were clean. Jen called Frank. He was clean too. Not taking the test seriously anyway (thinking it was just another one of Frank's power games), Jen laughed and flirted with Frank.

As Jen spoke with Frank, Mike stepped into the next room. He called the doctor. "Did you run the other test?" Mike asked.

The doctor nodded over the phone. "I'm sorry Mr. Andrews, but you have a low sperm count," the doctor said. "You can father children, but likely not naturally. Artificial insemination might work, but I can't guarantee results. I suggest you and your wife look into adoption."

Mike hung up the phone, feeling numb. 

Cheating and Rivals – Part 23

Mike's costume was typical Harry Potter. Baggy pants, wrinkled button down shirt, striped tie, jacket, robe and lace up shoes. Mike wasn't the tallest guy (just a couple inches taller than Jen when barefoot). He had dark hair and wore glasses (when he wasn't wearing contacts). All in all, Mike made a pretty good Harry Potter.

Jen made a beautiful Hermione Granger. Her outfit was typical Hermione too. Starched white shirt and tie, just above the knee pleated skirt, knee socks and black low heeled Mary Janes. She had a robe too (although both she and Mike figured to lose the robe quick given the New York heat). She wore the brown wig too of course. Jen looked like an innocent Hogwarts school girl, although the lacy pink satin bra and thong she wore underneath was anything but innocent.

Mike and Jen taxied to the party (Maggie was babysitting). They planned to meet Frank there. "I guess you're Frank's date tonight," Mike said.

"I guess," Jen said giving Mike's hand a squeeze. 

"You better take these off," Mike said tapping the rings on her left hand.

"Oh, I forgot," Jen said. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and gave them to Mike to hold.

"So how do we play it?" Mike asked.

"You're Frank's friend," Jen said. She'd discussed it with Frank earlier. "You'll like that right?" They'd done this before, with Jamie and Drums (to name just 2). But never in NYC where they lived.

Mike nodded. "You think we'll know anyone?" he asked.

"Frank didn't think so," Jen said. "People might recognize you. But not me."

Mike nodded again. His picture had been in the paper a few times (because of Liberty-gate and the JasMike thing with Jasmine Kelly) but not Jen's. It was ironic that he was the plain looking recluse and she the beautiful social butterfly, yet he was more well known publicly.

"I guess it doesn't matter with these costumes," Mike said half joking. While they sort of looked like Harry Potter characters, the costumes didn't cover their faces (although Jen looked different with the short brown hair).

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh.

"I guess Frank wants us to be platonic friends," Mike said putting his hand on Jen's knee.

"Yeah," Jen said with another laugh. "You think Harry ever touched Hermione's knee?"

"No," Mike said with a grin.

"You think Hermione ever did this for Harry?" Jen said as she pulled up her skirt to mid-thigh.

"No," Mike said again, this time his throat dry with excitement.

Jen pulled Mike's hand up her thigh to her panties. Then she put her hand on his crotch. He was hard. "You think Harry and Hermione ever figured each other?" she whispered.

"They were like brother and sister," Mike whispered back, rubbing Jen's pussy over her panties.

Jen softly stroked Mike's cock over his pants. They were silent in the cab as they fondled each other. Mike hadn't intended it, but his remark reminded them of Joe. There was melancholy there, but excitement too.

The taxi arrived at the mansion. They hurriedly fixed their clothes. "Are you okay?" Jen said to Mike.

Mike nodded. "You?" he asked. When Jen nodded, he said "Someday, let's wear these costumes again. Just you and me."

"Okay," Jen agreed.

As they were getting out of the cab Mike asked "How do we explain arriving together?" 

"You're Frank's buddy and we shared an uber over," Jen said simply. She was good at this. 

"Are we going home after the party?" Mike asked, his heart in his throat.

"I might go to Frank's after," Jen said. She added "This way we don't have to worry about Anna waking up."

"Yeah ...," Mike said. He prompted "... and?"

"Um ... would it be okay if I slept over Frank's tonight?" Jen asked hesitantly. "He says he has a surprise for me."

"What?"

"He won't say," Jen said with a giggle. She clearly was excited to find out what the surprise was. "So, can I stay over?" she asked hesitantly. She wanted to sleep over with Frank but didn't want Mike to fall over into bad hurt territory.

"Okay," Mike said, both reluctant and excited. "But it's really important you're home before Anna wakes up," Mike said.

"Of course I'll be home by then," Jen assured him.

"It's really important Jen," Mike stressed.

"Mike honey, I'll be home. I promise."

Mike and Jen walked up the sidewalk. It was a huge opulent mansion. This was a house? It looked like a trendy boutique hotel. 

Jen squeezed Mike's hand. "So in case I don't get a chance," she said. She kissed Mike on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Yeah," Mike said. Then he watched his wife go into the mansion. He followed a few moments later.

Frank was waiting by the door and snagged Jen as soon as she walked in. He seemed thoroughly happy to see her. Jen laughed at Frank dressed as Ron Wesley. She playfully tussled the floppy red hair of his wig.

Frank introduced Jen to everyone there (introducing her as Jenny Johnson). Jen noticed the wives were all beautiful and big breasted (and their costumes showed off their abundant cleavage). Fortunately, none of the 3 couples from the dinner party were there.

Frank pulled Jen into a den, treating the house as his own. He locked the door.

"I got something for you," Jen said. She took out the tie she bought when she was out with Keri.

"I love it," Frank said holding the tie and grinning at her. He pulled off the schoolboy striped tie. "I'll put it on now."

"It doesn't match," Jen said with a laugh. 

"I don't care," Frank said with a laugh back. "I want to wear your tie."

Jen smiled, clearly flattered and pleased. "Well, then let me do it for you," she said grinning at him. She put the tie around Frank's collar and tied it for him. When she was done she looked at Frank's face. To her surprised he seemed choked up.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said, turning away. He looked vulnerable again and it touched Jen's heart. "You know Jenny, I'm not a good man."

"Of course you are," Jen said reassuring him.

"I'm doing the best I can, to give you what you want," Frank said. 

"I know that Frank," Jen said.

"I'm very fond of you Jenny," Frank said. "If I go too far, you need to tell me." 

"Okay," Jen said, not knowing what he was talking about.

"I want you to wear something for me," Frank said. "Two things actually."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh.

"What are you wearing under the skirt?"

"Um ... a thong."

"Give it to me," Frank said holding out his hand.

"Okay," Jen said with another laugh. She reached under the pleated skirt and pulled the thong down her legs.

"Here," Frank said. He handed her panties. They were like the other ones, but these were black.

"Frank whose are these?" Jen asked.

"I told you, a lovely woman," Frank said.

"Sally?" Jen gently asked, naming Frank's deceased wife.

Frank didn't reply, but Jen saw a flash of pain across his face. "Yeah, they're Mrs. Tower's," she thought to herself.

"I'll put these on, but I'm not Sally," Jen told him gently. She pulled the black panties up her long legs.

"I know that Jenny," Frank said.

Jen tenderly stroked his face. It was weird to wear Sally's panties, but it touched her too that Frank still longed for his wife. 

"Now this," Frank said handing Jen a thin rectangular box. Jen saw the box came from Macys.

Jen opened the box. It was a bra. But it wasn't a sexy bra from Victoria Secrets or Fredericks, or a high end bra from Wolford or Journelle.

This bra was unpadded and unlined. It was light pink and made of cotton. It had frilly white edging and cute hearts across the cups. It didn't even have a snap. It was pullover style with a soft, elastic bra band and soft bra cups.

This bra was for a little girl entering puberty. It was a training bra.

"It's your size, 32A," Frank said. "Put it on."

"I'm not wearing this," Jen said her cheeks flushed.

"Put it on Jenny," Frank insisted, his voice stern. 

Jen locked eyes with Frank for long moments. Finally she shrugged. "Whatever," she said crossly as she unbuttoned her starched white blouse. She took off her designer European bra from Bellefleur. Then she pulled on the training bra. Afterwards she re-buttoned the white blouse.

Unlike the Bellefleur bra, the soft cotton training bra gave Jen no lift. She looked flatter than usual.

"Why are you making me wear this?" Jen asked. 

Frank unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of Jen's blouse.

"Wait, stop, you'll be able to see it," Jen objected. With the top 2 buttons undone, you could see a flash of the adolescent training bra depending on how Jen moved.

"Yes, people will be able to see," Frank said with a grin.

Then Jen got it. Frank wanted people to see. All those trophy wives with their impressive cleavage. He wanted them to see Jen wearing the training bra. It was like Frank was announcing to the world that Jen's small breasts only rated a training bra. He wanted them to laugh behind her back and make fun of her at how small her breasts were.

Jen flushed red, feeling humiliated. At the same time though, she felt a tingling between her legs.

"Let's rejoin the party," Frank said with a knowing grin, offering Jen his arm.

"Okay," Jen said taking Frank's arm. She felt defeated, submissive. Her cheeks felt flush.

Jen stayed close to Frank throughout the party. Normally she would be outgoing and flirty, a social butterfly. But wearing the training bra, she didn't feel her normal mojo. She felt diminished and small wearing the adolescent training bra. She was mortified someone might see the little girl bra, and felt even more insecure than usual about her small breasts (especially being around all the trophy wives with their huge tits and daring bust revealing costumes).

Jen spotted Mike across the room. He was looking at her and Frank. Had he been watching the entire time? If he had then he did a good job at disappearing in the shadows because this was the first time Jen saw her husband all night long. 

Jen drifted over to Mike. She made eye contact and he followed her into a quiet alcove. Feeling the warmth and security of being with her husband, Jen came close to losing it. Her eyes teared up. "Look what he made me wear," she whispered, pulling the top of her blouse to the side. "A training bra."

Mike's eyes opened wide. "He's pushing your buttons," he said. "He knows making fun of your breasts turns you on."

It was true, Jen was wet. But her excitement was overwhelmed by the humiliation and embarrassment. "What if someone sees?" she said looking desperately at her husband.

Mike gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand. "You're supposed to be Hermione Granger. She's a school girl. If anyone says anything, just tell them it's part of the costume."

Jen's mouth fell open. That was the perfect answer. Simple, believable. Why hadn't she thought of that? 

"In fact, another button would help," Mike said with a grin, moving to unbutton the next button on her blouse.

"Stop Mike," Jen said with a laugh, playfully slapping his hand away. "Oh you would like that, to see Emma Watson's bra," she teased.

"I wonder if Emma wears cute bras like this," Mike said tugging Jen's blouse to the side and looking at the soft cotton bra covered in pretty hearts. "Bring this bra home okay?"

"Oh my god you're such a pervert," Jen said with a laugh. Suddenly she felt like she had her mojo back. She beamed at her husband. Mike's idea made all the difference. Now she could enjoy the turn on of Frank making fun of her small breasts instead of it being debilitating. "You know you're my hero," Jen said, beaming into Mike's eyes.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 22-23



Mike smiled back. "Have fun tonight," he said encouragingly.

"I will," Jen said. "I'll be home before Anna wakes up. With a lot of sexy stories to tell you."

"What do you think of my girlfriend Robert?" Frank asked. Robert was the host of the party. He was a little older than Frank, a bit overweight from living the good life. He was a devoted husband and father. In fact, tonight was his 30th wedding anniversary (he and his wife decided to celebrate it with the costume ball).

"She's lovely Frank," Robert said, looking at Jen as she returned from speaking with Mike. "Truly lovely. And so adorable in that costume." Robert looked Jen up and down. While he was faithful to his wife – not once stepping out – he enjoyed looking.

"Only 29," Frank said. "A tight body. Incredible ass and legs. Sweet young pussy."

"Okay Frank, enough," Robert said with a laugh. His wife, Deloris, was over 50 and didn't have a tight body, and after 3 kids certainly not a young pussy. He loved her though and they still had sex. Their sex was enjoyable although not passionate like when they were younger. But that's how it was being married so long.

"Robert, in this tremendous house of yours, do you have a spare bedroom I can use?" Frank said. "I won't need it for more than a half hour." Frank gave Robert a wink.

"Are you serious?" Robert said with a crooked grin.

"I haven't seen Jenny in a week, I'm about to bust a nut," Frank said grinning. "You can watch if you want."

"What?" Robert said surprised.

"Come on Robert, you've been fucking my girlfriend with your eyes all night long," Frank said with a friendly, knowing grin. "Go in the bathroom, crack open the door. You won't be disappointed. I'm telling you, Jenny has the best ass and legs on the east coast. And she's a nasty slut, she loves sex. I don't mind, enjoy the show."

"... Okay," Robert agreed hesitantly. He glanced nervously at his wife. But this wasn't cheating. It would be like watching porn on the internet. "The east wing, the bedroom on the third floor. Second on the left. I'll, ah ... I'll go there now."

"Fine, I'll give you a few minutes to settle in," Frank say. "Hey, do me a favor Robert." He handed Robert his iPhone. "Take a video. Jenny is into that."

"Really?" Robert said wide-eyed.

"I told you, Jenny's a nasty slut," Frank said grinning.

Frank gave Jen a kiss when she got back. "We've you been?" he asked.

"Talking to Mike," she whispered. 

"Should you talk to him while you're here with me?" Frank said disapprovingly.

"He's my husband Frank," Jen said. Frank frowned but didn't comment.

"Come with me," Frank said taking Jen's hand.

"Where?"

"You'll see," Frank said. They went to the east wing bedroom. Frank noticed the bathroom door was cracked open. He pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her. 

"Frank, here?" Jen said with a giggle.

"Yes, here," Frank said pushing her onto the bed. For the next 20 minutes Frank fucked Jen hard, treating her like a slutty dog. He angled Jen so Robert had a good view of Jen's body.

Jen loved the fucking! And it was so wickedly exciting to do it with the party going on downstairs. She came hard on his cock, screaming into the pillow. Frank had a massive orgasm too, sperming Jen's pussy with a big load of his seed.

Robert panted as he watched and recorded from the bathroom, quietly moaning and chanting things like "my god Jenny's hot" and "fuck her, fuck her" and "her pussy's so sweet" and "god I'd love to fuck that nasty slut." He was beating off as he watched the action. When Jen came – her pretty feet curling in the sweet knee high socks – Robert came too, hissing under his breath "Oh fuck I wish it was me cumming in Jenny's pussy!" He didn't realize his moans and chants were being recorded on the iPhone along with the action on the bed. It was an enhanced iPhone with an extra sensitive microphone. 

Jen felt awkward being in someone else's bed so she quickly got up and fixed her clothes. Frank took his time. "I'll meet you downstairs," he said. He grinned and added "Tell Mike you're full of my cum. Tell him I spermed you. He'll get off on it."

"Probably," Jen said with a laugh. She knew her husband. She slipped out of the room to find Mike.

"That was incredible Frank," Robert gushed as he came out of the bathroom. He handed the iPhone back to Frank.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Frank said with a grin. "Jenny's hot right? I've known her since she was in junior high."

"Frank, believe me, I don't want to hear any more," Robert said with a laugh.

Frank grinned. "You know she's really a blonde? She's wearing a wig."

"No kidding?" Robert said. "I never would have guess. She's a gorgeous brunette."

"I agree Robert," Frank said. "By the way, congrats on getting the CATF contract. Nasty trick though, hiring my guy to get inside information."

"Frank, come on, that was completely unrelated," Robert said doing his best to look innocent. "Henry joined us because he wanted a change of scenery. He didn't give us any information about your CATF proposal. We didn't ask him either."

"Sure Robert," Frank said with a sarcastic laugh. He joked "Maybe we should call you Belichick. Or Brady."

"Hey, the Patriots are my team. Sorry Frank but your Jets are toast. I mean, really, sucker punch? But it doesn't matter who your quarterback is. My boy Brady's going to get a 5th ring, you'll see," Robert said. He gave his business rival a grin. "Come on Frank, I beat you fair and square on the CATF contract. Don't be a sore loser."

"Of course not Robert," Frank said with a fake grin on his face. 

Downstairs Frank pulled Robert's wife Deloris aside. "Congratulations on your wedding anniversary Deloris," he said. "What do you think of my new girlfriend Jenny?"

"Kind of young for you, isn't she Frank?" Deloris asked. She was a judgmental bitch and didn't like Frank Tower.

"You know me Deloris, I like them young," Frank said with a grin. 

"Well, whatever Frank," Deloris scoffed. "I'm just happy I have Robert."

"Of course, I'm sure Robert is the perfect husband," Frank said. "Oh by the way, just so you know? Tonight when Robert's giving you your 30th anniversary fuck, he'll be fantasizing about my Jenny."

"What?" Deloris said not understanding.

Frank handed Deloris the iPhone. "An anniversary gift," he said with an evil grin. Then he left to find Jenny.

***********

"You disappeared," Mike whispered to Jen. They were back in the semi-private alcove.

"Frank took me upstairs," Jen whispered with a mischievous grin.

Mike smiled. He raised an inquiring eyebrow, excitement in his eyes.

"He wanted me to tell you he spermed me," Jen said with a giggle. Men said things the strangest ways.

Mike silently moaned. "You let him cum in you?" he asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I mean, we talked about that right?" Jen said hesitantly.

"Yeah, I just like to hear you say it," Mike said.

"Oh okay," Jen said with another giggle. "Yeah baby, I let Frank cum in me. He came a lot inside me."

Mike moaned again. He reached a finger between the buttons of Jen's starched white blouse and caressed her flat tummy, touching the belly ring. "You know, the pill's not 100%," he said. "If something happens, I'll be okay with it."

"God Mike, you jump around," Jen said with a laugh.

"We talked about having another one," Mike pointed out.

"You talked about it," Jen corrected him. "I'm not sure I'm ready. Anyway Mike ... it happened once. It wasn't a good time for me." She remembered begging Mike to come home for Anna's birth. (Author's note: see Life After We - Part 1.) She quickly added "I'm not blaming you. But it's not happening again."

"The pill's not foolproof," Mike said again.

"If it happens again, if you're not there, I swear to god I'll cut off your balls," Jen said. She made it sound like a joke, but Mike could tell she wasn't joking.

"Jen I was fucked up," Mike said. "I'll never leave you again, no matter what happens. I swear to god. I swear on Anna's life."

Jen gave Mike a long look. "Okay mister," she said with a pretend scowl. "But when we have another baby, it'll be you and me." She giggled and joked "You'll be the one to sperm me." She saw Mike's face turn melancholy. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Mike said forcing a smile. "You better go find Frank."

"Yeah," Jen said, still looking at her husband. "You know Mike, you really are my hero."

Mike forced a smile. Seeing that no one was looking, he gave his wife a quick kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

*********

Lou and Hugh walked Jen to Frank's limo. Frank was already there, waiting.

"Miss Johnson, do you remember your safe word?" Lou asked.

"What?" Jen said at the non sequitur. Also, she was still getting used to people calling her by her maiden name.

"Your safe word," Hugh said. "Do you remember it? Say it."

"Um ... goddess?" Jen said.

Lou and Hugh nodded at her. They didn't say anything more during the ride to Frank's Central Park penthouse.

*********

Inside the penthouse, Frank walked Jen to his bedroom. "Remember I said I often can't cum more than once a night?" Frank said.

"It's okay baby, we'll just hang," Jen said rubbing his chest.

"I said I'd take care of you," Frank continued. "Your needs. You desires."

"Um ... what?" Jen said not understanding. "I guess."

Frank nodded and tenderly stroked Jen's face. Then he abruptly turned and walked to the corner of the room, leaving Jen standing mystified in the middle of the room. He sat in a chair facing the bed. "Take her," he said.

"Frank, what?" Jen asked.

Two large, muscular male bodies appeared out of nowhere. They wore masks. They violently shoved Jen onto the bed. One man got on top of Jen while the other held her arms over her head.

"Frank, help me!" Jen cried, suddenly afraid for her life.

A knife appeared out of nowhere. It was a long thin switchblade. Jen instinctively knew the knife was razor sharp. The man on top proved it when he barely touched the point of the knife against Jen's upper arm. A small drop of blood appeared from the tiny wound. "Stop!" Jen cried, tearing up at the pain. She had never been so scared in her life!

The man on top of her pulled up his mask. It was Lou! The other man pulled up his mask too. It was Hugh.

Lou and Hugh paused, as if waiting for Jen to say something.

Jen didn't understand at first. Then she got it. This was all make believe. And she could end it by saying "goddess."

Suddenly Jen felt moist between her legs. "Please don't hurt me," she begged.

Lou and Hugh looked at her a moment longer. Then they pulled down their masks. Lou ran the razor knife dangerously close to Jen's cheek. He could easily scarred her beautiful face for life. "Don't fight or I'll cut you."

"Please not my face!" Jen begged.

"You won't be pretty no more," Lou said barely touching the tip of the knife against her cheek. It didn't break skin – just barely.

"Please don't," Jen said tears falling down her cheeks. They were real tears. Would Mike love her if she wasn't pretty anymore? How would she feel if men looked at her with pity instead of desire? "I won't fight, I promise."

"Good girl," Lou said. He put away the knife. Then he pulled up her skirt. He pulled down the black lacy panties, being careful with them. Then he pulled out his cock. He put on a condom. Then in one powerful thrust he penetrated Jen balls deep. Jen was soaking wet. Yet, she cried out at the pain.

Hugh laughed. He pulled out his cock and shoved it in Jen's mouth.

For the next 2 hours Lou and Hugh "raped" Jen, taking her in all 3 holes, abusing and violating her body. Jen cried and screamed and begged, she struggled, but she never said "goddess."

*********************

After it was over Jen sat in bed, hugging her knees to her chin, looking off into the distance. She had the Hermione robe wrapped tightly around her. She was naked under the robe, her body sore and bruised. Somehow the wig was still on. Or, more likely, Frank had ordered his bodyguards – Jen's "rapists" – to keep the wig on her. The knee high socks were still on too.

Frank got on the bed, sitting next to her. He was smoking a cigarette. He lit another and offered it to Jen. Jen took the cigarette and took a long puff. Then she pulled her knees to her chin again, looking off in the distance.

"Why?" she finally asked Frank.

"Because you wanted it," Frank said. They were silent again.

"I want to go home," Jen said, getting off the bed. Frank looked disappointed but not surprised.

Jen pulled off the wig, shaking out her blonde hair. She put on the Hermione blouse, skirt and Mary Janes. She wrapped the robe around her. "Where's my bra?" she asked. Frank motioned to his Wesley jacket. Jen pulled the Bellefleur bra from an inside pocket. She stuffed it in a pocket of her Hermione robe.

Without a word, Jen dropped the wig, training bra and black panties onto the bed.

"I'll put them in my dresser," Frank said motioning to the dresser behind her. "The top drawer will be yours."

Jen shrugged.

"I'll get Lou and Hugh to drive you home," Frank offered.

"No," Jen said immediately, holding up her hands in a defensive gesture. "I'll get a taxi."

Again Frank looked disappointed.

Jen left the bedroom. She heard Frank shout "Jenny you wanted this. You needed it. Mike can't give it to you. You know that."

Jen paused, processing his words. Then she left Frank's penthouse and got a taxi home.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 24-25



Cheating and Rivals - Part 24

"You're okay?" Mike asked after Jen told him what happened. They were in bed. Mike was in boxer shorts. Jen was still in the Hermione outfit.

"Kind of numb," Jen said.

"But you're okay?" Mike asked again.

"I'm not fucked up in my head, if that's what you're asking," Jen said. "It wasn't rape. I didn't say the safe word."

"So you wanted it," Mike said.

"I don't know," Jen said as if talking to both herself as well as her husband. "I have fantasies. But no girl wants to get raped. Not for real. And it felt real."

Mike narrowed his eyes. "I can handle it," he said.

"What?"

"I can make them pay," Mike said. 

"What?" Jen asked her head snapping up.

"If people hurt you - I can make it so they never hurt you again," Mike said. 

Jen stared at her husband. She realized he was deadly serious. "Mike, no," she said. "I can't deal with you getting hurt. Or going to jail. I can't deal with that."

"They won't know it's me," Mike said. 

Jen put her head in her hands. "Mike stop," she said, tears falling down her cheeks. "I can't deal with that. Not again. You don't think things through." She clutched Mike's shirt as she sobbed. Her husband was brilliant and brave but not practical. Often he didn't see the world as it truly was. "I'm okay. Please don't do anything."

Mike wrapped his arms around Jen, trying to comfort her. "I'm okay Mike, I'm okay," she said sobbing. She pleaded "Promise me you won't do anything."

Later after Jen calmed down, Mike unbuttoned her blouse. "Can I do this?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jen said with a nod. No matter how real it had felt, it'd been make believe. She wasn't a rape victim. Her head wasn't screwed up. She didn't recoil from Mike's touch. In fact she wanted him to touch her.

Mike undressed his wife. Jen's neck, shoulders and breasts were covered with bruises. "They were rough," he said looking at her.

"It wasn't bad," Jen said. It was only partly true. But she didn't want Mike to go into Rambo mode. Lou and Hugh were ex-Navy Seals. Frank was older but ruthless and a bigger man. How could Mike do anything? How could he not get hurt? Anyway, she didn't want revenge. It'd been make believe, a game.

"Where'd they ... take you?"

"Everywhere," Jen said. "At the same time." 

"Frank set it up?" Mike asked.

Jen nodded. "He was watching."

"So much for being exclusive," Mike said scornfully.

"I think ..." Jen started, but then stopped. 

"What?" Mike asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "Frank made them use condoms."

"He did?"

"I mean ... in my pussy," Jen said.

Mike nodded. But not in her mouth. Not in her ass. "That makes it exclusive?"

Jen shrugged. She didn't know.

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

Jen nodded. "It felt good too. They made me cum. A lot. It was like, a continuous orgasm." She paused as if weighing her next words. She decided to tell him. "Baby ... it was the most intense sex of my entire life."

"Why'd you come home then?" Mike asked. She was supposed to stay over with Frank.

"I needed to talk to you," Jen said clutching his arm. "It scared me."

"Scared you?" Mike asked.

Jen's cheeks went red again. She said "Because I liked it so much."

Mike stared at his wife.

"You know how another man getting me pregnant is your ultimate fantasy?" Jen said hesitantly. "This is my ultimate fantasy."

"Guys raping you," Mike said.

"More like, men forcing me, making me cum," Jen said, her cheeks going red. Mike sort of got it. Jen had submissive tendencies and got turned on by humiliation. What was more humiliating than her body betraying her and being made to cum at the hands (and cocks) of "rapists"?

"Frank gave you your ultimate fantasy," Mike said glumly. Another man gave his wife her ultimate fantasy, not him.

Jen read his mind. "Mike, you couldn't do it. I don't want you to. And even if you tried, it wouldn't be real because I know you'd never do that to me."

"Why'd you come home then?" Mike asked again.

Jen clutched her husband's hands. "I feel like I'm losing control with Frank," she said desperately. "It's like what Paige said. He gets inside your head. It's like he reads into my soul. I'm afraid ... I'm afraid how this might affect us."

They were silent for long moments. Then Mike abruptly announced "I can't have children."

"What?"

"I got tested, when we checked for STDs," Mike said. "The doctor said we should consider adoption."

Jen stared at Mike. This was too much to process after what happened that night. "We'll get help," she said.

"Yeah," Mike said pessimistically.

Jen stroked her husband's face. "It's okay baby, we'll work it out."

"Yeah."

"We will," Jen assured him.

"Let's talk about it later," Mike said.

Jen stared worriedly at Mike. Then she said "Okay." She turned off the light and rolled to her side, holding Mike's wrist so he spooned her. Mike put his hand on her breast. 

In the darkness, Mike asked "Are you going to see Frank again?" 

"I don't know," Jen said. She was conflicted about it. She wanted to. But it was so dangerous.

Mike gently fondled her breast. She rolled over towards Mike. She put her hand on his cock. He was hard. She fondled him.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked.

"I want you baby. I want you inside me," Jen assured him. "But be gentle okay?"

"Okay," Mike said. He gently rolled Jen onto her back and entered her. He'd never felt her pussy so loose.

Jen stroked Mike's face as they made love. "You have to tell me it's okay Mike," she said looking into his eyes. "You have to tell me we'll be okay. This won't affect us."

"It won't affect us," Mike assured his wife as he slowly fucked her. "I'll always love you."

"I'll always be your goddess," Jen said wanting to hear Mike say it.

"You'll always be my goddess," Mike promised. Jen wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and pulled his head down to her. They kissed until Mike came.

"I need to talk to Frank," Mike said after as they spooned in the darkness.

"... okay," Jen said hesitantly. She kissed Mike's hand and pulled it tight against her bosom. "You know how I said Frank gave me my ultimate fantasy?"

"Yeah."

"He didn't. It wasn't my ultimate fantasy," Jen told him.

"No?"

"My ultimate fantasy would be if you were there instead of Frank. If you were in that chair." Jen said. When Mike didn't say anything she said "Does that freak you out?"

"Men hurting you - even if pretend - I wouldn't be able to sit there," Mike said.

"I know baby," Jen said, kissing Mike's hand again. "I know."

**********************

"What are you drinking?" Frank asked as he joined Mike in the booth. They were at Frank's private club in Midtown Manhattan. "Scotch?" Mike nodded. Frank flagged a waiter and ordered a tequila.

"No bodyguards?" Mike asked looking behind Frank.

"I was afraid you might get physical," Frank said only half joking.

"They're ex-Navy Seals," Mike said as if saying, "do you think I'm stupid?"

"I was afraid for you," Frank said with a grin. He put his hands out as in surrender. "You want to hit me Mike? Go ahead, I won't stop you."

"I would if you hurt Jen," Mike said. "But you didn't hurt Jen."

"No we didn't," Frank agreed.

"You gave her what she wanted," Mike said. "You figured it out. And you gave it to her."

"Does that bother you?" Frank asked.

Mike shrugged. Jen's lovers always gave her more than he could give her. But he didn't say that. Instead he said "What happened to exclusive?" 

"Mike, I think it was Jenny who defined exclusive in physical terms," Frank said. "I look at it romantically."

Mike looked up sharply, clueing into the word "romantically." 

"For me, it means Jenny and I are involved romantically," Frank continued. "We only see each other romantically."

"Jen and I are married," Mike said with an incredulous laugh. "So I think I fit in there."

Frank shrugged as if discounting Mike's statement. "I don't like explaining myself, but I will this time," he said. "I know what Jenny wants. Lou and Hugh are trustworthy. They're handsome, athletic men. Women are attracted to them." He shrugged again. "I gave Jenny what she wanted."

"You made them use condoms," Mike said.

"True, rapists probably don't care about condoms so that was a departure from the fantasy," Frank conceded. "But I have limits when I share my girl."

"She's my girl Frank," Mike pointed out. "I'm sharing her with you. For now."

As before, Frank shrugged. He studied Mike as if reading into his soul. Then his eyes widened and he laughed. "You wanted to play your 'game,' right?" he said, emphasizing the word "game." "And Jenny wouldn't. She wouldn't fuck another man for you. Because she wants to stay true to me. That's what this is about, right?"

Mike's cheeks reddened. Who was this guy, a fucking Jedi Knight using the Force to read his mind? More like Darth Vader.

"Listen, don't feel bad," Frank said with a chuckle. "Jen's a sub. I've been with submissives before. She's hooked on me. Devoted. Of course she's not going to fuck another man unless I say."

"We have sex all the time," Mike said.

"I haven't told Jenny not to," Frank said.

"You think my wife would stop having sex with me if you said so?" Mike asked with an incredulous laugh.

"Here's your problem Mike," Frank said with a knowing grin. "You're scared shitless she would."

Mike stared at Frank.

"You're scared she won't wear stockings anymore," Frank continued. "You're scared she's going to cut her hair. You're terrified Mike. Aren't you?"

Mike didn't say anything.

"And you won't do anything to stop me," Frank said. "Because all this turns you on. In fact, you have a hard on now, right Mike?"

At that moment a woman approached their table. She was an attractive brunette, perhaps in her mid-30s. A younger girl was with her. She was clearly the woman's au pair. The au pair was holding 2 girls. They were twins, maybe 3 years old.

"Frank," the woman said. She looked scared and worried.

"Hello Melody," Frank said clearly happy to see the girl. He rose up and kissed her hello. "How's Peter?" Peter was Melody's husband. Frank knew Peter from a few business deals, and they ran around in the same social circles. They were both members of this club.

Melody looked nervously at Mike and then at her au pair. Then she looked back at Frank. She whispered "Peter suspects."

Melody looked at her twins. Mike looked at the twins too. He realized the twins somewhat resembled Frank. 

"No need to worry Mel," Frank said patting her hand.

"He hired a divorce attorney," Melody said, desperation in her eyes. "What will I do? I've never worked." 

"This is New York," Frank said. "You'll get half of everything."

"Peter's business isn't doing well," Melody whispered, fear in her voice.

Frank suppressed a grin. He knew that of course. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he said patting her hand again. 

"You will?" Melody said, hope in her eyes.

"Of course," Frank said. "After all ..." He looked at the twins.

After Melody, the au pair and twins left, Mike said "You're the father."

Frank looked at Mike, wondering how much to say. Making a decision, he said "Peter's a dick." He chuckled at his unintended joke. "They were going through a rough time. I've always admired Melody. She was easy to seduce. It lasted a few months."

"You got her pregnant?"

"It wasn't intentional," Frank said. He shrugged again. "Shit happens."

"How many children have you fathered?" Mike asked.

Frank looked at Mike, studying him again. "This turns you on, doesn't it?"

Mike didn't say anything.

Frank laughed. "Okay, I'll tell you Mike," he said. "My daughter Sophie of course. Melody's twins. 6 other kids. So a total of 8. The twins are the youngest. The oldest is 20. Other than Sophie. She's Jenny's age."

"Do they know?" Mike asked.

"The husbands? Or kids?"

"They were all married women?" Mike asked.

"You thought I was a saint?" Frank joked. "Frankly I don't know if the husbands know. I suspect some do. Now you know why I have bodyguards."

"Do you still see the wives?" Mike asked.

"What are you, Howard Stern?" Frank said with a laugh. "Off and on with some. Depends."

Mike paused, as if wondering whether to ask the next question. Finally he said "What about the kids?"

Frank gave Mike a long look. Then he said "I keep up with some of them. The 20 year old - Bonnie - I see her a lot. I'm paying her tuition."

"Her dad's okay with that?" Mike asked.

"They're divorced," Frank said. "I've known Bonnie all her life. She calls me Uncle Frank."

"Does she know?"

"She might," Frank said. "She's seen me with her mother Veronica."

"You still hook up?" Mike asked.

"I don't call it hooking up," Frank said. "That's your term, not mine."

"Have you seen her lately?" Mike asked. When Frank nodded, Mike said "What about exclusivity?" 

"I told you Mike, for me it's romance," Frank said. "Veronica and I are just friends." He grinned. "With benefits."

Frank looked at Mike, studying him again. "If you think telling all this to Jenny will hurt my relationship with her, you're wrong," he said. "It'll just make her more fascinated with me."

"If I want my wife to stop seeing you, I just have to say so," Mike said.

"Sure Mike," Frank said with a laugh. "I'm calling Jenny later, for a date Friday night. She'll sleep over with me. And you won't do anything to stop me, because we both know you get off on it."

Mike glared at Frank but didn't say anything.

**************

While Mike met with Frank, Jen played with Anna and read books until Anna fell sleep. After Anna went down, Jen poured herself a big glass of white wine and sat on the sofa to think.

She was scared. What she worried about was happening. She was getting drawn into Frank. He saw into her soul. 

The rape thing was ... disturbing and thrilling. The way he made fun of her small breasts ... god that was so hot. Frank was a good lover. An awesome lover. But it was a mind fuck too. An incredible mind fuck.

She didn't know what he was going to do next. He kept her off balance. Usually she was in control. Usually she had her lover wrapped around her finger. It was different with Frank. Way different.

She thought about him a lot. When she should be thinking about Mike and Anna, she was thinking about Frank. That was a bad thing.

Mike was going to get bad hurt. Then what? Would she be able to break it off with Frank? But Frank might not let her go. That thought got her hot too ... and, inside, it made her feel good. That a man (who she liked) would want to hold onto her.

But she didn't want to hurt Mike. She thought about what Keri suggested. Let Mike have other girls.

She hated the idea. But she saw the advantages. The idea of Mike with another girl would help check her infatuation with Frank. It would also keep Mike occupied, so she could spend time with Frank without worrying about Mike.

Maybe for a little while. They could open their marriage a little. It would give her time to let things play out with Frank, and keep Mike from getting bad hurt. Jen couldn't believe she was considering a real open marriage. That was a sign how deep she was into Frank.

But who? There was an obvious, safe choice. Gia at club Climax in Vegas. No emotional drama there.

The other choice was more disturbing. Emily from the Venetian. She was nice, pretty. She clearly liked Mike. (Author's note: see Life After We parts 8 and 9.) But that was the problem, Emily liked Mike. Mike enjoying sex with another girl was bad enough. Mike developing feelings for another girl was unthinkable.

Jen decided not to think about it. All she had to do was temper her relationship with Frank so Mike wouldn't get hurt. But could she do that? Frank was pushing her boundaries. The truth was, Jen wanted to go where Frank was taking her. Her relationship with Frank was the most exciting of her life. Frank was the most exciting man she'd ever met. He was forceful and controlling, cruel even sometimes, but she saw a softer vulnerable side too. 

Jen didn't know what to do. She pulled her knees up to her chin and aimlessly looked out the window at the darkness outside.

**************

"I'll be home tomorrow before Anna wakes up," Jen assured Mike as she put the finishing touches on her makeup.

"Okay," Mike said. He looked at Jen's legs. He wasn't surprised to see no stockings. He moved behind her and looked at her in the mirror. He brushed his fingers through her long blonde hair. "Are you thinking about cutting your hair?"

"No," Jen said. "I've had long hair all my life."

"So, you keep your hair long because it's always been long?" 

Jen turned around and faced Mike. She stroked his cheek and said "No, I keep my hair long because that's how you like it. Baby, is this about not wearing stockings? It's just hot. When it gets cooler I'll wear stockings again." She grinned and teased "I'll flash my stocking tops at you mister and drive you crazy."

"But you won't wear stockings with Frank," Mike said.

"I mean, I guess not," Jen said. "He doesn't like hose. Mike honey what's this about?"

Mike forced a grin. "Nothing."

"Tell me," Jen said squeezing his knee.

"It's nothing," Mike said keeping the fake grin on his face. 

At that moment there was a knock on the door. "That must be your ride," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said. "Are you okay Mike?"

"I'm good," Mike said with that fake grin. He kissed Jen. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

*************************

Jen was cold to Hugh as he held the car door open for her. It was the first time she'd seen her "rapists" since the "rape."

"How are you ma'am?" Hugh asked as Jen got into the car.

Jen paused, her foot still on the sidewalk. She was showing a lot of her right leg. She glared at Hugh as he ogled her leg. She finally pulled her leg into the car, not saying anything to Hugh.

They rode to Frank's Central Park penthouse in silence. The chill from Jen was frigid. It was unfortunate because before the "rape" the 3 of them had become sort of friends.

Lou finally broke the silence. "Jenny, listen -."

Jen interrupted and said "Call me Ms. Andrews."

There was another awkward silence. Then Hugh said "If we can't use your first name, we have to call you Miss Johnson."

"Frank said that?" Jen asked.

"Yes ma'am," Hugh said. They were silent again.

After a few moments Lou said "So you're really pissed at us."

"Ya think?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"We do what Mr. Towers tells us to do," Lou said.

"Yeah, well, I think you liked it," Jen scoffed.

Lou said "I think you liked it too Jenny."

"Fuck you Lou," Jen said angrily. "And call me Miss Johnson."

***************

"I really missed you," Frank said taking Jen into his arms as soon as she arrived. It'd been 2 weeks since the costume party and "rape."

"I'm trying to decide whether to hate you," Jen said with a frown. But the frown kind of looked like a pout.

"I want to give you what you want," Frank said tenderly stroking Jen's cheek.

"It freaks me out how you know me," Jen said. 

"I think about you a lot," Frank said stroking her cheek again. "You're enchanting Jenny."

"You know, you don't talk like normal people," Jen said with a laugh.

"And is 'freaking' part of normal vocabulary?" Frank teased back.

Frank looked down her body. The diamond belly ring slightly dented Jen's dress. "I like this," he said gently stroking it.

"I'm wearing the white panties," Jen said grinning at him.

Frank looked excitedly at Jen. "Let's look," he said. He took her hand and they went to his bedroom.

30 minutes later Jen was moaning and writhing on Frank's bed. She was naked except for her high heels and lacy white panties. First Frank had pulled the panties aside and made her cum using his finger in her asshole. Now he was eating her out and she was close to another orgasm. "Fuck Frank, fuck, oh god, oh god, Frank, Frank," she moaned. She grabbed his hair and then arched her back as she came on his tongue. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" she panted as she came down from her orgasm.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 24-25



Frank moved on top of Jen, supporting his muscular body with his arms. He kissed her cheeks and lips as she panted from her orgasm. "Guide me into you," he said with more kisses to her soft lips.

Jen reached between their bodies. She guided his cock to her pussy lips. Looking into Jen's beautiful blue eyes, Frank pushed his cock into her. Jen's mouth opened wide as she felt his thickness penetrate her.

Frank moved slowly, in and out, taking long moments to get balls deep into Jen. Then he held Jen's arms above her head as he slowly long stroked her. He kissed her and looked into her eyes as he made love to her.

"You feel amazing," Frank said looking into her eyes. "You have the sweetest pussy."

"You feel good too," Jen gushed, panting again. "You're so thick."

"Just thick?" Frank asked with a grin. He changed his angle so his cockhead rubbed against her g-spot.

"Oh god," Jen moaned. "God. Yeah, you're long too." He was going to freaking make her cum again!

Frank kept Jen's arms above her head. She noticed he often did that when they had intercourse. She asked "Why do you like my arms like this?" 

"Because when I make you cum, I want you to know it's because of my cock," he said, leaning down and kissing her again. Jen thought that was a strange thing to say. What else could it be?

Frank caressed Jen's breasts. He thumbed her nipples, making her moan. "Your breasts are really sensitive," he said.

"The benefit of having small ones," Jen joked. Her eyes went into the back of her head as Frank pushed in again while thumbing her nipples. "Ugh god," she moaned.

"Some girls can orgasm from just rubbing their nipples," Frank said.

"I used to be like that," Jen told him.

"Use to?" Frank asked.

"Since having Anna," Jen said between pants. "There're still sensitive, but not as sensitive."

Frank stared at Jen like he was processing that. He seemed to get more excited. He put Jen's legs over his shoulders and pounded her harder. Even as he rammed her pussy and pinched her nipples, he looked into Jen's eyes and tenderly kissed her cheeks and lips.

Jen pressed the stiletto of her high heel against Frank's neck. "That fucking drives me crazy!" Frank groaned.

"I know," Jen said, raising her hips and pushing back to meet Frank's thrusts.

Jen was nearing the edge. She was so close!

Frank pulled Jen's hands into his. He felt her wedding rings. "Take them off," he said squeezing her left hand.

"You said we're just hanging here tonight," Jen said between pants as he continued to ram her pussy.

"Take them off," Frank insisted. "When you're with me you're mine."

Whatever, Jen thought. She didn't care at that moment, she wanted to cum. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and carelessly dropped them on the bed next to them. She didn't noticed as Mike's rings dropped to the floor as the bed shook with their fucking.

"You're going to make me cum!" she moaned. Remembering what Frank said a moment ago, she said "I'm gonna cum on your cock!"

Frank pounded Jen even harder and faster, inflamed by her words. He wanted to make Jenny Johnson cum again! Moments later they both came, Jen's orgasm pushing Frank over the edge. As Frank came Jen clutched his arms and cried "Cum in me baby, cum in me!"

After cumming, Frank collapsed on top of Jen. Not wanting to hurt her, he pulled out and fell to his back next to her. 

Jen rolled over, lazily swinging an arm over his chest. "God Frank," she said between pants. "God baby you're so freaking awesome."

Frank tenderly kissed Jen and they cuddled that way for long moments. After catching his breath, Frank asked "How's your relationship with Mike?" 

"That's a weird way to say it," Jen said. "We're marriage, it's not just a relationship."

"No tension because of us?" Frank asked.

"There's always tension when I'm dating another man," Jen said. "That's part of the excitement."

"For Mike, or you?"

"For both of us I guess," Jen said. She got on her elbow and looked at Frank. "Why all the questions?"

"The 3 of us have a relationship," Frank explained. "I want to get to know Mike better. That's fair, isn't it?"

"I guess," Jen said with a shrug. 

"We had a drink the other day at my club," Frank said.

"I know."

"He's not upset at Lou or Hugh. Or me. About the other night. He knows it's just a fantasy."

"What are you saying?" Jen asked.

"Ease up on Lou and Hugh," Frank said. "They only did what I told them. Sure they enjoyed it. Who wouldn't?" He laughed as he stroked down Jen's tight ass and long shapely legs. "But they're good men. I've known them a long time. And they like you. As a person, not just for sex."

"They said that?" Jen asked surprised and flattered.

"I can tell," Frank said.

"Are you going to ... share me with other men?" Jen asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Frank said simply. "But I'm not like Mike. I don't do it because I like to watch. I do it because you want it. I want to satisfy you." He laughed as if at himself. "And I admit, I enjoy being the chess master."

"You mean, making me fuck other men?" Jen asked. Her pussy tingled as she said those words. If Mike told her to fuck someone, treated her like a slut, she'd hate it. She wouldn't be able to deal with it. But coming from Frank, it was exciting. Her nympho switch was on. She wanted to be his slut!

"Well, more than that," Frank said. "Like ordering Lou and Hugh to pretend to rape you. They're good men, ex-Marines. They find rape abhorrent. But they did it because I ordered it."

"God Frank," Jen said looking into Frank's eyes. "God ..."

"Does that bother you?" Frank asked.

"Yes," Jen said. But it was all fantasy. She knew it. Lou and Hugh knew it. If they had reservations, they certainly didn't show it when Lou was fucking her face and Hugh was pounding her pussy. Or when they were DPing her pussy and ass. Or her ass and mouth. The ex-Seals had enjoyed all the combinations. Jen had truly gotten to know what it meant to be a cum dump.

But Frank's little twist on the scenario, forcing Hugh and Lou to "rape" her ...

If he told them "fuck Jenny" they would have been all for it. But instead he said "pretend to rape Jenny." Frank's twist added a delightful, exciting nuance to the fantasy.

Frank saw the renewed excitement in Jen's face. He grinned knowingly. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together Jenny," he said with a delighted sparkle in his eyes. "So tell me more about you two, you and Mike. You have Anna. Do you want more children?"

"Why do you ask?" Jen said.

"Just curious," Frank said. Although he remembered how Mike was so interested about the children he'd fathered. And he knew Mike wasn't Anna's biological father.

"I guess so," Jen said. "I'm not ready yet."

"But Mike is?" Frank said.

Jen shrugged. Her thoughts turned to what had been distracting her lately. "Do you know Keri O'Reilly?" she asked.

"I believe so," Frank said. "She's Jim O'Reilly's wife, right? I've done business with him. Good man. Straight shooter. Why do you ask?"

"She's a good friend," Jen said. "I know her from Google. She, ah ... she knows about our lifestyle."

"Yes?" Frank prompted, suddenly very curious.

"She's been there, when things got bad," Jen said. "When Mike and I were apart." She hesitated. Frank patiently waited for her to continue.

"Keri thinks I should find a lover for Mike," Jen finally said. "She thinks it'll make it easier for him. While you and I ... explore things together."

Frank grinned, liking how Jenny said "together." "Have you done that before?" he asked.

"Once, with my first lover Ricky," Jen said. "We set Mike up with a young girl, Claire. It was Ricky's idea, Claire was his friend. I hated it." Jen laughed, but it was without any humor. "But my Mike, he only wants me. So he only pretended to have an affair with Claire. They actually became good friends, but it was platonic." Jen laughed again at the memory. "She ended up marrying Mike's best friend, Sam. I was one of her bridesmaids. Can you believe that?" (Author's note: See He Fucked My Girl.)

"You knew Mike was pretending, right?" Frank said, once again reading Jen.

Jen looked sharply at Frank. But by now she was getting used to it. "Yeah."

"This time, it would have to be real," Frank said. "Otherwise Mike wouldn't give us the space we want."

"Yeah," Jen said looking bothered. She thought "When did me and Frank become 'us'? And am I really considering this to get 'space' from my husband?" 

"Well, I think you should do it," Frank said. "It's only fair."

Jen gave Frank a frown. "You're not exactly unbiased. If Mike is spending time with another girl, I'll be able to spend more time with you."

"I never said I was unbiased," Frank said. "I think my intentions are clear. I'm very much taken by you Jenny. I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

Jen couldn't help smiling. Both because she was flattered by his show of affection, and because Frank always said things so formally. She said, "It's not just Mike, I have a daughter."

"And I don't want to interfere with your relationship with Anna," Frank said squeezing her hand. "We'll work something out."

"Yeah, okay," Jen said still not convinced this was a good idea.

"Have you considered who to set Mike up with?" Frank asked.

"There's a couple girls in Vegas we know," Jen said.

"Las Vegas is too far away," Frank said. "I think I understand Mike. He'll use the long distance as an excuse not to see his lover."

"That's a bad thing?" Jen said with a laugh.

"Jenny, we either do it or not," Frank said. "Mike's lover should be here in New York. That way we can see each other more."

"You make it sound so easy," Jen said. "I'm freaking out about this. I can't stand the thought of Mike with another girl."

"What if you could control it?" Frank asked.

"What?"

"I have a number of businesses in the City," Frank said. "It would not be difficult to persuade one of my female employees to be Mike's lover."

"A prostitute?" Jen asked doubtfully. Despite her reservations, she didn't want to cheapen the experience for Mike.

"No, one of my employees," Frank said. "Everyone wants something. Or needs something. And Mike is somewhat famous. It wouldn't be hard."

"I don't know Frank," Jen said. She couldn't believe she was even considering this. But was it fair to keep Mike completely faithful to her, given what she was doing in their game? This way, Mike wouldn't get bad hurt. But was that why she was really considering it? To keep Mike from getting bad hurt? Or to get Mike to give her space so she could spend more time with Frank?

Frank could tell Jen was torn. He knew from experience, if you want to get someone to do something, it was better to do it slowly. "Let's talk about this later," he said. "Come on, I need your help."

"What?"

"Let's work out," Frank said. "You said you'd train me."

"Now?" Jen said surprised.

"I prefer working out at night," Frank said.

"I do too," Jen said. "But now?" She threw her arms out and looked incredulously at Frank. She wore only the lacy white panties and high heels, and her body was still sweaty from their sex.

"It's my private gym," Frank said with a laugh.

"But I don't have anything to wear," Jen said.

"I've got that covered," Frank said. He took her hand and helped her out of the bed. "Come with me."

Frank put on a robe. He didn't offer one to Jen though. She held his hand and walked with him down the hall wearing only the white panties and high heels.

They entered a large, brightly lit parlor. Jen abruptly stopped. There were 3 girls there.

Jen immediately used her hands to cover herself (one hand to her breasts, the other to her panties). Frank leaned over and whispered to her "Put your hands down." When Jen hesitated, Frank said firmly "They work for you Jenny. Put your hands down now." He emphasized "now."

Jen looked at Frank. They worked for her? She didn't understand. But she dropped her hands.

Frank took Jen's arm and walked her to the 3 girls. "Jenny, this is Claudia, your fashion consultant."

"My fashion consultant?" Jen said dumbly.

"This is Annette," Frank continued. "She's your buyer. And this is Bridget, your seamstress." 

"What?" Jen said completely confused. She looked at the 3 girls. Claudia was the oldest, maybe in her 40s. She was elegantly dressed in a beautiful Chanel dress.

Annette was younger, maybe early 30s. She was fully dressed too. Her Calvin Klein dress was more trendy than sophisticated but still lovely. 

Bridget was the youngest, early 20s maybe. She was the most hip and avant-garde of the 3 girls. Jen later found out that Bridget's favorite places to buy clothes was Mystique when she wanted to be hip, and GoJane when she wanted to be slutty.

"Frank what's going on?" Jen asked. She was so confused she momentarily forgot she was practically naked in front of 3 beautiful, fully dressed girls.

Claudia took charge. She took Jen's arm and walked her away from Frank. "Jenny darling we're going to have so much fun," the older woman said enthusiastically. "I can tell you're a fashion plate just by looking at you. But we're going to add pop to your wardrobe. It'll be all your style, but we'll make it sing."

"Pop?" Jen repeated, still confused. "Sing?"

"That's right darling," Claudia continued. "We'll do everything, take care of all the details. All the designers, their latest collections. They'll custom too. We'll bring them here. The designers I mean. And their clothes. You pick whatever you want, whoever you want, they're yours." She grinned and gave Jen a mischievous smile. "Give your boyfriend Frank a fashion show." She looked enviously at Jen's tight, leggy body. "Oh my Jenny, you have the lovely figure of a model."

"Um, can I talk to Frank a sec?" Jen said breaking away from Claudia. Pulling Frank aside, she whispered "Frank I don't need clothes. And I can't afford this."

"Jen honey, I've got it covered," Frank assured her. "Enjoy it."

"I can't Frank," Jen said. "Mike won't like it."

Frank gave Jen a long look. Then he smiled and said "How about this? All the clothes will stay here. I'll own them. You'll be borrowing. Surely Mike can't object to that."

Jen stared at Frank, thinking. She loved clothes! The prospect of working with people in the fashion industry thrilled her. She'd meet famous designers! They might even custom make clothes for her, like a movie star! Maybe even designer shoes! It was all so exciting, like a dream come true.

"Well, um, okay," Jen said hesitantly. "I guess we can try it."

"Wonderful," Frank said giving Jen a big grin. "Now go back to the girls so they can do their thing."

"Their thing?" Jen asked.

"That's right Jenny," Annette said, speaking for the first time. She took Jen's hand and walked her to the middle of the room. Claudia, Annette and Bridget all surrounded her. "We have to measure you," Annette said. She nodded at Bridget. Bridget held a measuring tape.

"Take off her panties," Frank said. He said it casually, but it was an order, not a request.

Suddenly Jen remembered she was naked. She felt self-conscious, especially since the other girls were fully dressed in wonderful clothes. And now Frank wanted them to take off her panties.

Bridget looked at Annette, who looked at Claudia. They looked as embarrassed as Jen. Claudia forced a smile and whispered "The customer is always right."

Annette nodded. She gave Jen a weak consoling smile and joked "Men are all the same." Claudia, Annette and Bridget laughed but it was clearly forced. Annette pulled the lacy white panties down Jen's long legs. Jen helped by raising on her right leg, then her left. Annette pulled the panties off over her high heels.

Now Jen was completely naked except for the high heels. She felt incredible exposed, vulnerable and embarrassed. Her cheeks were red.

"Um," Annette said as she held the white panties. They were wet with Frank's cum. She looked around as if trying to figure out where to put the cum soaked panties.

"Sorry," Jen whispered. She was mortified! "Just drop them."

Annette shook her head, knowing Frank Tower wouldn't like that. She wore an expensive scarf around her neck. Annette took off the scarf. She carefully wrapped the soiled panties in the scarf. Then she laid the delicate package on the floor, treating it almost reverently.

"Go ahead Bridget," Annette told the young seamstress. 

"You have a lovely figure," Claudia said as Bridget wrapped the measuring tape around her breasts. 

"Thanks," Jen said.

Bridget seemed to take forever measuring Jen's bust. She grinned at Jen and said "You haven't lived until you've worn a custom bra."

"Oh um ..." Jen said feeling even more embarrassed. It was like, she felt her little breasts didn't rate a custom bra. On the other hand, Bridget's must be double Ds. In fact, her breasts were so big they sometimes pressed against Jen's tiny ones as she continued to measure. Was this more of Frank's game, making fun of Jen's tiny breasts in front of people? The young seamstress didn't notice Jen's discomfort. 

Bridget moved down to Jen's hips. "This is incredible," Bridget said touching the huge flawless diamond of Jen's belly ring.

"Frank gave it to me," Jen whispered. "He likes to see it."

"We'll make sure to pick dresses that are tight around your tummy," Claudia promised.

"And tops that show your belly button," Annette added.

"You'll drive him crazy Jenny," Bridget said with a giggle. Jen smiled at her. Even though this was a crazy scene, she was beginning to like Claudia, Annette and Bridget.

Claudia and Annette got on their knees to double check Bridget's measurements of Jen's stomach and hips. All 3 girls were eye level with Jen's pussy. Jen flushed, knowing her pussy lips were red and swollen from Frank's earlier fucking. In fact, her entire body looked freshly fucked, with her nipples hard and red from Frank's earlier rough play.

It was clear the 3 girls knew Jen had just been fucked. They stole glances at each other and were clearly holding back giggles. At that moment a little of Frank's sperm leaked from Jen's pussy. Jen felt it roll down her inner thigh. She was horrified! 

"Ah, here darling," Claudia said. Like Annette before, she pulled off her expensive delicate scarf and used it to wipe Jen's thigh. She also used it to wipe around and between Jen's swollen pussy lips.

"God I'm so embarrassed," Jen whispered helplessly.

"It's okay Jenny, we've seen everything," Annette whispered with a kind smile. The 4 girls shared a nervous giggle.

"That was the most surreal experience," Jen told Frank after they were alone again. She laughed. "But I still don't have workout clothes."

"I told you I've got it covered," Frank said. He opened an armoire. It was full of workout clothes and they were all her size. "Wear this," he said, handing Jen yoga pants and a bra top. 

"Yes sir," Jen joked with a laugh. She also picked out cross-training sneakers and workout socks.

Jen dressed and put her long blonde hair into a ponytail. Then they began the workout. She guessed Frank's regular trainer lifted a lot with him. So instead Jen worked on his core and flexibility. She made Frank use his own body as resistance. Frank was soon panting and his shirt was covered with sweat.

Jen worked out alongside Frank. She was breathing hard too, but not wiped like Frank. Clearly Jen was in better shape than Frank.

Frank noticed and was impressed. "I thought I was in better shape," he admitted.

"Lifting is good for the beach, but you need to work on your core more," Jen said. "It's healthier, you'll feel better."

"Yes ma'am," Frank said with a grin. It was just a joke, but Frank realized he just let Jenny have some influence over him. It was a strange feeling. But somehow it felt good too. It hadn't felt that way for a long time. Since before his wife Sally died.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 24-25



Lou and Hugh walked in. They were dressed in workout gear and were surprised to see Frank and Jen. "We'll come back later," Hugh said.

"No need, we'll be leaving soon," Frank said.

Jen finished Frank's workout with stretching exercises. As he stretched, Jen glanced over at Lou and Hugh. They were both closer to her age than Frank, maybe early 30s (about Mike's age). They were tall, athletic, broad shouldered, ruggedly handsome. Their chests and abs were freaking awesome. Their arms and legs were incredible too.

The embarrassing, humiliating experience with Claudia, Annette and Bridget had pushed Jen's submissive buttons, getting her hot. Looking at Lou and Hugh's beautiful bodies - remembering what they'd done to her - got her hotter. Jen's nympho switch was on. She needed fucked again, especially after all the night's stimulation.

"Go ahead," Frank told her. 

"What?" Jen said.

"Don't play innocent," Frank said grinning at her. They both looked at her in the mirror. Jen had a major camel toe in the skin tight yoga pants. Frank ran his finger between her swollen pussy lips. 

Jen flushed at Frank's touch. She understood now. Frank wasn't like Mike. He wasn't into watching. He wasn't a cuckold. Frank was into power and control. He set this all up. All night, he set this up. So she would willing give herself to her "rapists." How humiliating was that? Barely 2 weeks after being "raped," the "victim" willing gives herself to her "rapists."

Frank reached up and thumbed her nipples. They were so hard they were outlined in her sports bra. "Let them fuck you," he said, his eyes boring into her. "Give yourself to them. You know you want it."

Jen looked at Frank, letting him fondle her. "Rape me again?" she asked, her eye lids heavy with lust. 

"If that's what you want," Frank said with a grin.

Jen gave Frank a long look. Fuck it, she thought. She turned and walked to the bodyguards. Lou was bench pressing way more than his weight. Hugh was spotting him.

Jen moved close so her thigh brushed against Lou's hair. His eyes were close to her pussy. He stared at her camel toe.

"Hey," she said pressing her knee against his cheek. "I'm up here."

"Miss Johnson ...," Hugh said, looking upset. Both bodyguards looked upset and bothered.

"Call me Jenny," Jen said.

Lou sat up on the bench. "We're okay about the other night?" he asked.

"I don't know," Jen said. "I've never been raped before."

Both Lou and Hugh turned red. "It wasn't rape," Lou sputtered. "It -."

Jen stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Do it again," she whispered, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Rape me again."

Hugh and Lou looked at Frank. He nodded.

The bodyguards were on Jen in an instant. Somewhere a knife appeared. Jen realized it was the same knife as the other night. The bodyguards expertly cut the clothes from Jen's body. They were rough with Jen, knowing she wanted it that way. Lou held her wrists while Hugh forced her legs apart. Lou shoved his cock into Jen's mouth while Hugh got between her legs.

"Use condoms," Frank ordered. The bodyguards nodded at him. Condoms seemed to appear from thin air. Hugh rolled on a condom and penetrated her.

Lou and Hugh spent the next hour using Jen's body. She resisted and struggled at first, playing along with the "rape." But then she gave into it, giving her body completely to the 2 bodyguards. Their hands, their mouths, their cocks. She loved every second of it.

Frank watched. He wasn't like Mike, he wasn't into hotwife or cuckold fantasies. He wasn't a voyeur. But Frank found himself drawn to Jenny Johnson. There was something about her. Sweet but slutty, sophisticated but down to earth, sexy yet sassy and tom boyish. He liked watching Jenny's pretty face when she came. He had never seen anything more beautiful. And he liked giving Jenny pleasure. He wanted to give Jenny everything.

Jen could barely stand when they were finally done. Frank carried her to his bedroom. Despite being exhausted, Jen took a shower because she smelled like sex. Afterwards she collapsed into Frank's bed, her hair still wet.

It was their first time sleeping together. Jen rolled onto her side as usual. She waited for Frank to spoon her. After what she experienced tonight, she wanted him to hold her. She needed physical connection beyond sexual. Frank never spooned her though.

Jen rolled over, wondering what he was doing. He was on his back. Wanting to have contact with him, Jen put her head on his arm. She wrapped her arm over his chest and her leg over his legs. Frank put his arm around Jen. She snuggled in, feeling secure. They fell asleep that way.

The next morning Jen woke up to her iPhone alarm. Frank was still asleep. She wanted to go back asleep but she forced herself to get up. 

Jen brushed her hair so she didn't look like a mess. She put on a bra, panties, jeans and a top (she'd brought them with her last night). She stepped into black Mia flats.

"Hey sleepyhead," she said giving Frank a kiss. "I've got to go."

Frank opened his eyes. "Stay a while," he said pulling her into his arms.

"I can't baby," Jen said. "I've got to get home." She kissed Frank and he kissed her back.

Frank sat up. He stroked her cheek and hair. "I really like you Jenny," he said.

Jen smiled. "I like you too Frank," she said beaming into his eyes. "Last night ... it was freaking amazing." She laughed almost disbelievingly. "Epic actually. I'd stay, but I promised Mike."

"Let's get away," Frank said, stroking Jen's cheek again and looking into her eyes. "A few days in the Caribbean." 

"Um ... I'd like to," Jen said. "But I don't want to be away from Mike and Anna."

"What about getting Mike a girlfriend?" Frank reminded her.

"Not a girlfriend, a lover," Jen said. She didn't even think of the girl as a "friend with benefits." She wanted it to be just sex, not a friend, no emotions. "But I haven't decided yet."

"Bring them along then," Frank suggested. 

Jen thought about it. More nights like last night ... the prospect made her body tingle. "I'll ask Mike," she said.

Frank frowned. He didn't like having to clear things with Mike. Jenny needed to understand this was between him and her. But that was for another day.

Jen was about to go when she glanced at her left hand. "Oh fuck where are my rings?" she thought with alarm. She tried to remember. She took them off when Frank was fucking her. 

Jen looked on the bed. They weren't there. She got on her knees and scrambled around on the floor. There they were! She grabbed them and quickly put them back on (Mike's wedding ring first - closest to her heart - and then her engagement ring). She knew she dodged a bullet. If she arrived home without her rings Mike would have a meltdown.

Jen took a taxi home. Lou and Hugh offered to drive her, but she felt awkward and (surprisingly) shy being around them.

Mike was up when she got home. He was relieved to see her, worried she'd break her promise to be home before Anna woke up.

"How was it?" Mike asked as he hugged Jen.

"Crazy," Jen said with a laugh. "I'm so tired baby."

"Come on," Mike said. He walked her into their bedroom. "You can sleep in," he said. He undressed her, taking off her bra and panties too.

Mike stroked his wife's body. Her nipples were still sore and her pussy lips swollen. They gaped open a little. Her body looked well used.

"How many times did Frank fuck you?" Mike asked, softly caressing his wife.

"It wasn't just Frank," Jen said. "Lou and Hugh."

Mike looked surprised. Then he understood. "That turned you on."

"Yeah," Jen said.

"How many times did you cum?"

"Frank made me cum three times," Jen said. She made sure to keep track, certain her husband would want to know. Seeing Mike's questioning look, she added "He used his mouth and finger too."

"Okay," Mike said.

"Lou and Hugh ... I don't know, I lost count," Jen said. She saw Mike was bothered. "Are you okay baby?" She softly stroked Mike's cheek.

Mike was bothered but he said, "I'm fine. We'll talk later."

"Tell me now baby," Jen said stroking his cheek again. If Mike was upset she needed to address it now. Otherwise she would be too distracted to sleep.

Mike hesitated, then said "You won't play the game for me with other guys. But you fuck other guys for Frank. You get a belly ring. You don't wear stockings anymore. It's all going so fast Jen."

There was a lot in what Mike said. Jen couldn't deal with it all, not at that moment, she was too tired. "You're right, let's talk about it tonight," she said. "But about the other guys. With you it matters. I don't want to feel like a slut. But with Frank it doesn't. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah, I guess," Mike said.

"Frank's a game honey," Jen said rubbing his chest. "You're real. That's the difference. I don't want to feel like a slut with you. With Frank it doesn't matter."

"Okay," Mike said, although he was still bothered. But he wanted his wife before her nap. He was horny but he also needed to reclaim her. He moved his hand and cupped her breast, fondling her.

"Gentle baby," Jen said.

"Lou and Hugh were rough?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said.

"You're sore everywhere?" Mike asked, his hand moving to her ass.

"Yeah."

"You didn't say no?" Mike asked.

"Um ... usually there was something in my mouth," Jen said with a teasing smile.

"Really?" Mike said excitedly, softly running his finger tip along his wife's sexy lips.

"Yeah," Jen said.

"So they used your body at the same time?" Mike asked excitedly.

Jen smiled. Mike had a weird way of saying things. But she knew he got off on this pillow talk. "Yeah baby, Hugh and Lou used my body. They like, DP'ed me everywhere."

"You liked that?" Mike said with an excited grin.

"I'm getting used to it," Jen said with a giggle. "My nympho switch is back on."

"I'm glad," Mike said kissing her. "I like when you're really sensual."

Jen smiled at her husband. She reached into his shorts. He was hard of course. She began stroking him. 

Mike rolled to his back enjoying his wife's soft hand. Jen put her head on Mike's chest as she gave him a hand job. She was exhausted. She tried her best not to fall asleep. But she slowly stroked him the way she knew he liked it. Even though she was sleepy, she wanted to make it good and not too fast for him.

"The other day, when I talked to Frank," Mike said.

"Yeah?" Jen prompted.

"He's fathered other children," Mike said. "More than just Sophie."

For some reason Jen wasn't surprised to hear that.

"We ran into someone, Melody," Mike told her. "She has twins. They're Frank's."

"Yeah?" Jen said prompting Mike again.

"The twins are about 3," Mike said.

Jen did the math. "Frank must have been seeing Melody when his wife got sick," she said. Mike nodded, having reached the same conclusion. 

"You talked to Frank a lot about this?" Jen asked. Mike nodded again. Jen wondered - was that why Frank asked if she and Mike wanted more kids?

"If Frank fathered kids 3 years ago, it probably means he's still fertile," Mike said.

"I guess," Jen said. She was fairly certain Frank WAS still fertile. A powerful, ultra-masculine man like Frank Tower got women pregnant just by looking at them. Jen knew where Mike was going with this conversation.

"Did you tell Frank I'm infertile?" Mike asked.

"Mike you're not infertile," Jen told him. "And no I didn't tell him that. I'm not going to tell him that."

"I'm just thinking -."

"I know what you're thinking and you need to stop," Jen told him. "Baby, I'm not letting Frank get me pregnant." She thought back to the time with Anna when Mike hadn't been there. "It's not happening again."

"I know I'm demented," Mike said. 

"You're not demented baby," Jen said consolingly. "I have rape fantasies. You have pregnancy fantasies. You're not demented. It's just, you can't fake a pregnancy. It really happens. And it's not temporary, it lasts all your life."

"Yeah," Mike said. "I'd like to have another baby though. Before Anna gets too old. So they won't be too far apart in age."

"I do too honey," Jen assured him. "Let's wait until Frank's over. Then we'll try. We'll see a doctor."

Mike nodded but didn't reply. He was being passively aggressive because he wanted conception to be natural, not artificial.

A lot had happened that night. Things were going fast with Frank. Mike needed to reclaim his wife.

Mike rolled Jen onto her back. "I'll be gentle," he promised.

"Okay," Jen said, opening her legs. She didn't really want this - she was so tired and sore - but she wasn't going to deny her husband. She licked spit on her hand and used it to lubricate herself. Then she reached between their bodies to guide him into her. But Mike stopped her. He got a condom from the bedside table and put it on.

"Mike ..." Jen lamented.

"Play with me baby," Mike urged her. He pushed in, being gentle. God she felt loose. At times like this he wondered if her pussy would ever be tight again.

Mike slowly fucked her. "Lou and Hugh wore condoms?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jen said.

"But Frank came inside you?" 

"Yeah."

"A new game," Mike told Jen with an excited grin. "Only let Frank cum inside you."

"God Mike," Jen lamented. 

"Come on," Mike urged her.

Jen hesitated, then said "... if we're going to do this, it'll be better for me if Frank says so."

"So, he'll tell you to only let him fuck you bareback?" Mike asked.

"No," Jen said, her cheeks flushing with excitement despite all the sex the night before. "Frank will tell you to always use condoms."

Mike stopped abruptly, looking at Jen. Then, as if spontaneously, he lurched and came inside the condom.

Cheating and Rivals - Part 25

(Part 1 of the Caribbean vacay)

Jen slept until about noon, and then she, Mike and Anna had a fun and loving family day. Both Mike and Jen tried not to think about Frank and their game. Instead they spent the day as a normal happy family would.

After putting Anna down to sleep that night, Mike said "Can we talk?" 

"Definitely," Jen said. They got into bed (fully clothed). They were on their sides, looking at each other. Jen had had all day to think about it, to process everything. She was in a better place to answer Mike's questions and address his concerns.

"Last night was crazy," Mike said.

"You have no idea," Jen said with a giggle. "I haven't told you everything yet."

"I know but, I'm talking about after you got home," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said the laugher dying away. "Are you serious about the condom thing?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said. "It's a way to play with my fantasy. But it'd be another thing Frank's taking from me."

"Honey Frank hasn't taken anything from you," Jen said. "I'm not going to cut my hair. I'm not going to dye it brown. Yeah I got a belly ring but you know I've wanted that forever. It has nothing to do with Frank."

"I'll be using condoms," Mike pointed out. "We won't feel skin-to-skin anymore."

"Okay, first it's your idea," Jen reminded him with a half laugh. "And even if we do it it'll only be until we stop playing with Frank."

"When will that be?"

"I don't know," Jen said. "Whenever we want to stop. We both have to agree, or we stop."

"I just wonder," Mike said. "You get off on Frank's power games. We both do. And he's taking you places I can't."

"But Mike ...," Jen said with a sigh (he always got like this). "Yeah the sex is awesome. He's pushing my boundaries. But that's how it always is when we play the game. Okay, yes, physically he's better than you - you want me to tell the truth right? But part of it is I don't want you to treat me that way. The way he does." Jen rubbed his arm. "That's why you're the best husband. I get to have it both ways."

"Yeah," Mike said with a grin.

"But baby ... you drive me crazy," Jen said. "You fret about all this. About me cutting my hair and not wearing stockings. But THEN you fantasize about me having Frank's baby? That's crazy honey."

"I know, you're right," Mike said sheepishly. "Sometimes the fantasy ... it takes control of me."

"I know what it's like to lose control," Jen said hugging Mike's arm and leaning into him. "But Frank's already so controlling. Can you imagine what he'd be like if I was pregnant with his baby?"

"We'd have to set up rules beforehand," Mike said. "Set limits."

"Oh my god," Jen said with an exasperated laugh. Mike had thought this through. "Like what?"

"When he's allowed to be with you, during pregnancy and after," Mike said. "His relationship with the baby. He'd have to agree to sign over all legal rights to me."

"So, you'd want me to keep seeing Frank while I'm pregnant?" Jen asked. "And after I have the baby?"

"Yeah, that's a big part of it," Mike told her.

"It kinda sounds like a permanent relationship," Jen said with a frown.

"No," Mike said. "We can end it whenever. Frank would have to agree to that beforehand."

"God Mike ..." Jen said looking disbelieving at her husband. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Yeah," Mike said. He ran his hand over Jen's tight ass (she was wearing yoga pants). "So you like this now?"

"Getting fucked in the ass?" 

"Yeah," Mike said stroking down the crack between Jen's slim ass cheeks. "And fingered."

"I mean, I don't like it by itself," Jen said. "But it's awesome feeling so full."

"Are Lou and Hugh big?" Mike asked.

"There're not super big," Jen said. "Hugh's bigger than Lou."

"They're both bigger than me?" 

"Yeah they're bigger than you baby," Jen said. She knew he would eventually ask that. Size was a big thing for him. Although, admittedly, it was for her too.

"So double penetration," Mike said. "That's a new thing."

"Yeah," Jen agreed.

"And cumming from just Frank's finger in your ass," Mike added. "That's new too."

"Yeah," Jen said. "It's a different kind of orgasm though. It's kinda hard to explain."

"So Frank's taking you new places," Mike said.

"I guess," Jen said. "Does that bother you?"

"Yes," Mike said looking bothered. Jen grimaced inside. What could she say? That was the point of the game, wasn't it? And it wasn't like Mike was telling her to break up with Frank. He was all over the place. Not knowing what to say, she hugged Mike and kissed him.

A little later they made love. Mike was gentle because Jen was still sore. Jen didn't cum, but she enjoyed the reconnection with her husband. Jen laughed when Mike insisted on wearing a condom again.

Afterwards, Jen said "Frank wants us to go to the Caribbean for a few days." 

"All of us?" 

"Yeah. You, me and Anna. Maggie too probably."

Mike thought about it. "How would it work?"

"Um, I guess how we did it in South Beach with Jamie," Jen said. She'd had all day to think about it. "Remember? I was sort of with Jamie, and you got to hang with us."

"What about Anna?" Mike asked.

"We'll tell her I'm there for work; that's why I won't be with you sometimes," Jen said. "But otherwise we'll be there as a family. It'll be a free vacation." They really hadn't had a vacation since getting back together. Jen worked all the time and money was tight.

"Where will Frank be during family time?" Mike asked.

"Um ... he might hang with us I guess," Jen said hesitantly. "It wouldn't be polite to dump him since he's paying for it. We can tell Anna he's a friend."

"And a few times a day you'll disappear with Frank," Mike said, bothered by the prospect.

"I won't Mike," Jen promised. "Okay, in the past I would have done that. But I'm better now. Especially not with Anna there. But even if Anna wasn't there I wouldn't do that to you. Not if it was an us day."

Mike nodded, processing all this. "Why Maggie?" he asked.

"I'm sure she'd like a free vacation," Jen said with a smile. "And that way, we'll be able to have some adult time."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 24-25



"The 3 of us," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said, squeezing his hand again. "You'd like that right?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," Mike said. "I just worry about Anna. I don't want her to ever find out about the game."

"She won't honey," Jen assured her husband. "By the time she's old enough to understand, we'll have stopped all this."

"You think so? You think we can stop?" Mike asked, not sure of the answer.

"We'll have to honey," Jen said. "Or Anna will find out eventually."

Mike nodded, knowing Jen was right. Certainly Jen wouldn't be able to have relationships anymore, like with Frank. They might be able to do hookups every now and then (with either strangers or fuck buddies). Thinking about hookups, Mike had a fleeting thought that he was glad he never used Ashley Madison to find a partner for his wife.

"I don't like the idea of Frank paying," Mike said. "You're my wife. It's my family."

"This might be expensive honey," Jen said gently.

"I have the bonus money from your firm," Mike reminded her. He still had most of the $100,000.

"Mike we can't spend that," Jen gently said. She waved at the walls of their loft apartment. "We can't live here forever, especially if we have another baby. I want a house someday. We'll need that money."

"Yeah," Mike said, knowing she was right. It was a reminder of his limited income as a high school teacher and government consultant. He didn't even have a full time job, both gigs were part time. Mike thought back to his conversation with the young scientists at CATF. Maybe he should go back to the private sector. The Apple code master opportunity was gone, but there were lots of jobs out there. 

It didn't escape Mike that the diamond of Jen's belly ring was larger and more perfect than the stones of her 2 engagement rings (Mike had bought a second engagement ring for his wife as an anniversary present in the past). He was certain Frank had done that on purpose. So when Jen looked at the belly ring (which was all the time) she'd be reminded of Mike's lower middle class income.

Now Mike had a decision. Veto the vacation - denying his family a fun vacation - or swallow his pride and freeload on Jen's lover. "Okay, Frank can pay," Mike finally said.

Jen grinned and hugged Mike's arm. She was clearly delighted. She understood her husband's conflict. But she knew it turned him on too. She just had to make sure he didn't get bad hurt. 

**********************

The next day Jen called Frank from work. "Mike said yes," she said excitedly.

"Excellent," Frank said smiling over the phone. "As soon as we hang up I'm booking the resort."

"As soon as we hang up I'm buying new bikinis," Jen said with a grin.

Frank's eyes opened wide at that. He got hard thinking about Jenny Johnson's sexy tight body in a little bikini. "My favorite color's black," he said.

"Mike likes me in pink," Jen said. "I'll get one of each."

"Get 2 black and 1 pink," Frank said with a grin.

"I'll get 3 black. And they'll be mostly strings," Jen said with a giggle. "Um, Frank? Don't book anything too expensive. Mike is freaking about the cost."

"I'm paying," Frank said.

"That's what he's freaking about," Jen said. 

"You're flying down with me on my jet right?" Frank said. "There's room for everyone."

"Mike won't like that," Jen said. "Especially since we're bringing Anna."

"This is supposed to be our vacation Jenny," Frank said.

"No, it's a vacation for all of us," Jen said. She could tell he was disappointed. She said "Let me talk to Mike okay?"

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The next day Mike and Jen got a surprised visitor at their loft apartment. "Allen," Mike said when he opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk Mike?" Allen said looking serious and concerned.

Jen moved up behind Mike looking questioningly at Allen. She was holding Anna. Mike said "Honey, this is Allen, chief scientist at CATF. Allen, this is my wife Jennifer. And this is our daughter Anna."

Allen shook Jen's hand. He was surprised looking at her. Jennifer Andrews was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen in his life. And what a cute little girl. Mike was a really lucky man. 

Not wanting to talk business around Jen and Anna, Mike took Allen to the French bistro down the block. They sat in a booth and ordered drinks. "What's up Allen?" Mike asked.

"Mike have you reconsidered joining the quantum computer project?" Allen asked. He looked worried.

"You know my issues with quantum," Mike said. "A quantum computer can break any encryption. Nothing would be private."

"Someone's going to make one eventually," Allen pointed out.

"That's fine as long as it's public," Mike said. "But the government wants to keep it secret. They'll have 5, 10 years of access to all private information. That's wrong Allen."

"Fuck Mike this is Liberty-Gate all over again," Allen said frustrated.

"No it's not," Mike said. "I'm not going to say anything. I just don't want to participate."

"The problem is Mike, you're already on the inside," Allen said. He warned "There are some people who don't believe you'll stay quiet."

"I'm not doing anything wrong," Mike insisted.

"I know that," Allen said. "I think Colonel Banks knows that. But there are others."

"Who?" Mike asked.

"Have you heard of Jonathan Jakes?" Allen asked.

Mike nodded, remembering his conversation with Jen at Frank's party.

"He's not a big fan," Allen said.

"Are you saying they might try to put me in jail?" Mike asked, suddenly fearful.

"These people don't try Mike," Allen said with a humorless laugh, emphasizing the word "try."

Mike looked alarmed. What would happen to Jen and Anna if he went to jail? What would happened to him? He barely made it last time. 

"Okay, fine, I'll join the project," Mike said. He needed to distance himself from CATF. It wasn't a job, it was more like slavery. But this wasn't the time. If he quit now they're probably throw him in jail. He needed to deal with it for a few months, pretend like he was cooperating.

"That's good news Mike," Allen said looking relieved. "I'll tell Colonel Banks."

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"What was that about?" Jen asked Mike when he got back to the loft apartment. She looked concerned. "Is something going on?"

"No, everything's good," Mike said evasively. He didn't want Jen to worry. Also, he remembered Allen's earlier warnings about possible danger to his family if they knew too much.

Jen looked skeptically at Mike. "Why'd the Chief Scientist make a special visit to meet with you if everything's good?"

Mike said "I really can't get into it."

Jen frowned. "Okay secret agent man," she joked. "If you tell me you'll have to kill me huh?" Mike grinned. She still looked concerned. "Everything's really okay honey? You not in trouble?"

"I'm just an analyst. No secret agent man," Mike said with a shrug. "What kind of trouble can I get into?" 

Later in bed Jen said, "Frank wants us to fly down in his private jet."

As she expected, Mike wasn't hot on the idea. "I'd rather fly on our own," he said. "We'll meet Frank there."

"It'll save us money," Jen said.

"Jen I'm not poor," Mike said defensively. "I can support my family."

"I know Mike, it's just ..." Jen started, then she stopped, thinking it was better not to say anything.

"What?" Mike said, anger brimming under the surface. When Jen didn't reply he said more forcefully "What?"

Jen finally said, "It's just, riding on his jet is kind of fun. I mean, it's a freaking private jet."

Mike felt like she had stabbed him in the heart. But he knew it wasn't fair to judge her harshly. This was part of the game, he wanted her to be into her boyfriend. Yes there was angst, but that was part of the thrill. 

"Okay, that's different," Mike said forcing his voice to be calm. "If it's fun, say that. Don't say it's because I can't afford it."

"Okay, I'm sorry honey," Jen said hugging his arm. But part of it WAS the fact they didn't have a lot of money to spare. New York was expensive. Mike didn't make a lot. She had a good salary and bonuses but they needed to save for college and a bigger house. And even though the loft apartment was paid off, they had to pay property taxes and insurance and utilities. All that added up. Frank was offering free travel. Why not take it?

"You and Maggie go with Frank," Mike suggested. "I'll go with Anna."

"That's kind of weird," Jen said.

"Anna's too young to understand so it won't matter to her," Mike said. "Maggie knows we play right? I mean we've never openly discussed it but she must know. And she'll probably have fun flying in Frank's jet."

"But if me and Maggie are going with Frank, why not you and Anna?" Jen asked.

"There's only so much I can let Frank pay for. For me," Mike explained. "And Anna's mine. I'll share you with Frank. That's the point of the game. But not my daughter. She's mine."

"This will be Anna's first flight," Jen said. "I want to be with her."

"You can't have both honey," Mike said gently. "Look, Anna won't know the difference. And I get what you're saying. I've been in private jets before, they are fun. Anyway, you're supposed to be with Frank this trip. If we're going to do it, we should do it."

The next weekend Lou and Hugh picked up Jen and Maggie. Jen gave the 2 bodyguards a brief smile but didn't say anything. She still felt awkward around them.

"So, we're flying with my friend," Jen whispered to Maggie as they drove to the private airfield in New Jersey not too far from the Holland Tunnel. "His name is Frank Tower."

"Okay," Maggie said. "And Mike and Anna are flying separately?"

Jen nodded. She felt awkward explaining this, but she felt it was important. "Mike and I kind of have an open marriage. Did you know that?"

"I guess, sorta," Maggie said her cheeks going red. This conversation was awkward for her too.

"So Frank's my friend," Jen said. She whispered in a low voice "He's my lover."

"Okay, I get it," Maggie said her cheeks going even more red.

"Mike's flying separately because obviously we don't want Anna to see me with Frank," Jen whispered.

Maggie nodded, processing all of this. "Does Mike have a lover?" she asked.

"No," Jen said sharply. 

"Oh okay," Maggie said timidly, feeling the sting of Jen's one word rebuke. She still thought of Jen as her boss (which she was, since Maggie still temped sometimes as Jen's assistant at her firm).

Feeling like she needed to explain more, Jen said "Mike's one of those husbands who likes to watch."

"Okay," Maggie said. She couldn't help giggling. Mike was so straight-laced yet now she knew he had a kinky streak. It made sense though. Maggie knew Mike worshipped Jen. She couldn't ever see him with another girl. "So why am I flying with you?"

"Honestly, to save us some money," Jen said. "And we thought you might like flying on a private jet."

"Well, yeah," Maggie said with an excited grin.

"I'll probably be with Frank though," Jen told her.

"I get it," Maggie said.

"Also, Mags ..." Jen said. "If Anna asks questions, you have to cover for me. She's young, she probably won't. But just in case ..."

"Don't worry Jen, I've got your back," Maggie assured her.

"One more thing," Jen said. "Frank calls me Jenny Johnson. He knew me back in high school. So don't freak when you hear that."

"Seriously, high school? But Johnson's your maiden name right?"

"Yes."

"But isn't that kind of disrespecting Mike?" Maggie asked with a frown. This was a lot of information to process.

"It's hard to understand this life style, if you're not into it," Jen said. As she said that she took off her wedding and engagement rings. "Don't worry about it."

"Okay," Maggie said, watching as Jen put her rings in her purse. She looked at Jen's left hand, now ring-less. Mike was a good guy, a great husband and father. She didn't understand why Jen would ever want to take off his rings. But she assumed Jen was right. She didn't understand the lifestyle.

Inside his private jet, Frank gave Maggie a warm friendly greeting. Maggie's eyes widened at seeing Frank. He was hot!

"You go girlfriend," Maggie whispered to Jen a little later. 

"Isn't he gorgeous?" Jen whispered back with a giggle, looking at Frank as he talked to the pilot.

"Ah, yeah!" Maggie said, eating Frank up with her eyes. And he owned this plane? God. Now she understood a little more the ring thing. Mike was a good guy, but no girl would call him hot. There were a lot of rumors about Jen getting some on the side. Well, why not, especially if Mike was into it. Especially with a hunky man like Frank Tower.

Jen refrained from kissing Frank in front of Maggie. She went with him to his den inside the plane. As soon as they were alone Frank pulled Jen into his arms. Jen melted into him, returning his kisses. She was hot for him!

As the plane took off Jen was on the sofa, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Frank was going down on her. Jen moaned and clawed at the leather of the expensive sofa as Frank made her cum with his tongue. It was the first of many orgasms for Jen that weekend.

Frank had taken off Jen's thong to go down on her. Now he pulled different panties up her long shapely legs. "Another Sally panties," Jen thought as she raised her butt to help Frank. These were red to add to her growing collection. Jen was kind of surprised the conservative Sally wore such sexy lace panties, but then these were from when she was younger and had a petite figure like Jen's.

The sofa converted into a rich fluffy bed. Stewards in tuxedos made the bed while Frank and Jen drank champagne and snacked on caviar and imported French cheeses in the main cabin with Maggie. It was clear Maggie was completely impressed by the opulence of Frank's life, and by his charisma and good looks. 

Jen looked over to Lou and Hugh, standing nearby in rich Italian suits. She decided she needed to get over her awkwardness around them. After all, they were kind of her lovers too, in addition to Frank. She liked them. On top of that, she felt safe when the bodyguards were around. She felt like they would protect her not just because she was Frank's girlfriend, but because they liked her.

Frank went to talk to the pilot again. He liked doing that. Jen sensed that all private jet owners probably liked to talk to their pilots. Jen used the opportunity to talk to Hugh and Lou. She walked up to the bodyguards and teased "So do you wear ties at the beach too?" As she said this she playfully tugged on their ties.

"Only if the ties match our bathing suits ma'am," Hugh deadpanned.

"If you keep calling me ma'am I'll have to hurt you," Jen said with a grin. She looked from Hugh to Lou. "Both of you."

They were both trying to keep straight faces but Jen could tell they were holding back grins.

"So call me Jenny okay?" Jen said.

"Yes ma'am," Lou said. This time he smiled as he said "ma'am."

Jen moved her foot and dug the stiletto of her high heel into Lou's ankle. She pinched him hard enough to make the tall muscular man wince. "I have sharp weapons too," she playfully warned.

Both Lou and Hugh broke out in grins. Then Hugh whispered "Jenny, we have to be formal when Mr. Tower's around. But when he's not ..."

Jen nodded. "I get it," she whispered back. Jen squeezed both of their hands, sealing their little conspiracy. She whispered "I hope we get ... more time together this trip."

Lou and Hugh's grins grew bigger.

After lunch Jen disappeared with Frank back into his den (now converted into a bedroom). Frank undressed Jen, leaving her in just the red panties. They got into the bed. Frank took off his jacket, shirt and shoes but left his pants on. 

Frank looked at Jen's body and caressed her, especially around the belly ring and over the red panties. After doing that for a while, he pulled the blanket over them. Jen realized Frank wasn't looking for her to reciprocate with a blowjob or other sex (even though she could tell he was rock hard). She actually wasn't surprised by this point. He seemed content to look at her and touch her, but just cum once a day. Either because that's all he wanted, or that's all he was capable of at his almost 60 years of age. Jen suspected Frank was more into the mental games than the physical.

Frank put his arm around Jen and she snuggled into him. "You look tired," he said.

"Champagne and an orgasm will tire a girl out," Jen joked. "This was a long week at work."

"You work too hard," Frank said, kissing Jen's forehead. 

"Yeah," Jen said sleepily. 

"You used to dance," Frank said, kissing Jen's forehead again.

"I still do sometimes," Jen said.

"I remember how lovely you danced," Frank said, remembering Jen's performance in her high school production of Chicago. "You ever consider Broadway?"

"I was never that good," Jen said with a laugh. She snuggled into Frank's arm. She was definitely sleepy. 

At that moment, Mike and Anna's plane was taking off from LaGuardia in their commercial flight. But Jen's last waking thoughts weren't of her husband and daughter. They were of private jets, caviar and frolicking at exclusive Caribbean resorts. She now understood why Paige dreamed about being Frank's wife. She loved Mike and Anna of course, but being with Frank was like a fairy tale.

Jen was refreshed when the plane touched down, having napped snuggled with Frank the entire rest of the flight. Mike and Anna's plane was scheduled to arrive a couple hours later. Lou and Hugh drove Frank and Jen to their luxurious villa. One of Frank's other employees drove Maggie to the smaller cabana she would share with Mike and Anna (and Jen, when she was there).

Jen's plan was to hang with Frank for a few hours at his villa, and then join Mike and Anna for dinner and the rest of the evening. Mike and Anna wouldn't be arriving at their cabana for a couple hours anyway. 

Jen put on one of her new bikinis. A sexy string bikini that barely covered her privates. It was black of course. Wanting to be extra sexy, Jen put on black high heels before walking out to the pool deck.

Frank's villa was right next to the crowded public beach but the pool was surrounded by tall hedges so it was private. Jen was surprised when she saw Miranda there, the beautiful gypsy from the Philadelphia tattoo parlor. 

Miranda's bikini was just a revealing as Jen's. She had a great body, especially for a 40 year old. Jen saw Miranda had tats on her back and neck as well as her arms. Her nipple rings dented the soft fabric of her bikini top.

"Frank invites me sometimes," Miranda explained to Jen. "We've known each other for years. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not," Jen assured the gypsy. She looked at Miranda's body again. Jen was into body art so she admired all the tattoos. 

"Thinking of another tat?" Miranda asked having noticed the small tattoo on Jen's lower back. 

"I'd like to get one behind my neck someday," Jen said. "But -." Jen was about to say "But my husband won't let me." But then she remembered she was supposed to be a single girl.

Miranda read her mind. She smiled and said "Jenny I know you're married."

Jen's lips parted in surprise. "Frank told you?" 

Miranda shook her head. "I see the lines on your finger," she said touching the ring finger of Jen's left hand. "And Frank's had other married girlfriends. Although you're the first since Sally died."

"You knew his wife?" Jen asked.

"We never met," Miranda said with another shake of her head. "I know Frank loved her very much. He misses her. And his daughter Sophie."

"Yeah," Jen said. She didn't know what else to say, deciding it would be awkward to tell Miranda that she and Sophie were high school friends.

As if wanting to keep the mood fun and happy, Miranda grinned and said to a cabana boy "Johnny can you get me a margarita?" After the young man went to fetch the drink Miranda said to Jen "Isn't Johnny sweet?" Miranda was looking at Johnny ass in his tight white pants.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 24-25



"You know him?" Jen asked. She followed Miranda's eyes and looked at Johnny's ass too. Um, yeah. Very nice.

"He's worked for Frank a few years," Miranda said, not taking her eyes off Johnny. "He gives the best massages."

"Full service cabana boy," Jen joked.

"You have no idea," Miranda said with a smile back.

Frank arrived and sat next to Jen after giving Miranda a hello kiss (Jen was between Frank and Miranda). Somehow Frank managed to look dapper and sophisticated in his swimming trunks and island shirt.

As Johnny approached with the margarita Miranda took off her top. Her breasts were large, shapely and firm. Johnny grinned as he handed Miranda the salt rimmed glass.

"Johnny, can you give me one of your special massages?" Miranda asked with a smile at the young man.

"You bet Miranda," Johnny said. Miranda rolled onto her stomach while Johnny gathered massage oils.

"Maybe Jenny can go next, with Hugh and Lou," Miranda said to Frank.

"Perhaps," Frank said. He stroked along the edge of Jen's bikini top. "I like the color," he said with a grin.

"I thought you might," Jen said with a smile back. Her smile showed off her perfect white teeth.

"You can take it off if you like," Frank said.

"Yeah right," Jen said with a "no way" tone of voice. She watched as Johnny began Miranda's massage. Johnny was probably her age, younger maybe. He was definitely cute. And fit too.

"Nice shoes by the way," Frank said looking at Jen's black high heels. She was still wearing them.

"Thanks," Jen said with another laugh. "They go with the bikini."

Frank took a picture of Jen with his iPhone. "What are you doing?" Jen asked.

"Sending the picture to Mike," Frank said with a grin.

"Okay," Jen said with another half laugh. She knew Mike would like that; a little surprise gift when his plane landed. 

Jen tried to read her Kindle but was too distracted with the massage going on next to her (especially since Johnny was so cute and buff). Finally she gave up and openly watched Johnny massaging Miranda.

It started out as a normal Swedish massage. It was a little racy because Miranda was topless, although not too much since she was on her stomach. It got racier though when Johnny pulled down Miranda's bottoms. Miranda helped by lifting up slightly off the lounge chair.

Now as Johnny massaged up Miranda's legs, he continued over her bare ass to her back. He stroked up her back to her head. There he worked on her neck and shoulders, then stroked back down to her ass. He kneaded her fleshy ass cheeks, then stroked down her legs to her feet. He dug into the soles of her feet with his thumbs, and stroked back up her legs to her ass.

On each pass, Johnny spent more time working on Miranda's ass. Miranda had a sexy body although not runway model perfect like Jen's. While her body was slim, she was a little hippy and her curvy ass wasn't super tight like Jen's. Still, Johnny reverently worked on Miranda's body like she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

The tenor of the massage changed when Johnny began running his thumbs up Miranda's crack as he kneaded her ass cheeks. The massage was becoming more sensual than therapeutic. Jen imagined how it must feel to have Johnny's thumbs running over her sensitive asshole. Was Johnny touching her pussy? Jen shuddered. Her pussy was wet.

Jen looked around the pool. Hugh and Lou were keeping a respective distance, but they were definitely watching and sporting hard-ons. Frank was watching too although he seemed more amused than excited. Jen locked eyes with Frank. Frank tenderly brushed Jen's cheek. "You look excited," he whispered.

"Well, yeah," Jen whispered back with a laugh. How could she not be, with this going on right next to her, out in the open? Especially with Miranda and Johnny both being so beautiful? "Mike calls it my cum face," Jen told him.

"Your cum face. I like that," Frank said with a chuckle.

Jen looked back when Johnny said "Turn over Miss Romani." Jen noted how Frank's employees were always so formal. It seemed so naughty in the present context. And did they always call girls by "Miss"? Did Frank insist on that? Jen didn't know if Miranda was married. But it was like, they never acknowledged another man in a girl's life.

When Miranda turned over Jen got a really good look at her body. Her pussy was completely hairless with puffy lips. She had a diamond belly ring. It was like Jen's but a smaller diamond (yet still very impressive and expensive). Jen wondered if it was a gift from Frank, like hers.

Miranda's breasts were big. They sagged a little but they were still beautiful and impressive. Her nipples were pierced. Each sported a little silver oval.

Johnny poured oil on his hands and rubbed up Miranda's body. Soon her entire body glistened with the fragrant massage oil. Johnny didn't even try to pretend this was a massage anymore. This was sex. Johnny spent most of his time rubbing and caressing Miranda's breasts and around her pussy. Jen noticed that each time Johnny thumbed her nipples or touched the nipple rings, Miranda moaned and arched her back.

Miranda tugged at Johnny's belt. "Take this off Johnny," she said. Jen sensed a familiarity between Miranda and Johnny. They definitely knew each other. In Frank's universe, was Johnny her "special friend," the way Hugh and Lou were Jen's "special friends"?

Johnny quickly took off his clothes. Jen caught her breath looking at him. Johnny had the dirty blonde hair and handsome face of a California surfer boy. His body was amazing, muscular and toned like an Olympic swimmer. But what made Jen gasp was his penis. God it was beautiful! Long and thick, it curved up towards his 6 pack abs. Jen's breathing quickened looking at him.

Miranda absentmindedly stroked Johnny's cock as he continued to fondle her. Her eyes were closed. She seemed oblivious to the people around her, watching them. Or maybe she liked that.

Johnny moved to the other side of Miranda, so now he was between Miranda and Jen. Jen had the urge to touch Johnny. To caress his perfect surfer's body, to wrap her hands around his manhood. But that didn't seem right. Johnny was Miranda's, just like Hugh and Lou were hers. If she touched Johnny, she would be betraying Miranda, as well as Hugh and Lou.

Jen thought of Frank. Where does he fit in all this? Jen knew of course. They all belonged to Frank. He was the puppet master. But they were supposed to be exclusive. What did that mean? Was Frank fucking Miranda? Jen searched her feelings and realized it would bother her if he was. But, could Jen asked Frank to be sexually exclusive to her, since she was still having sex with Mike?

Things heated up fast. Johnny pushed two fingers into Miranda. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he finger fucked her. With his other hand he played with her nipples, gently tugging at the nipple rings. The massage oil on Miranda's body and Johnny's hands provided a sensual lubrication.

Miranda writhed and jerked on the lounge chair, rolling her head back and forth in a continuous moan. Then her body spasmed, and as she came she screamed, her wails drowning out the reggae music playing in the background.

Jen glanced towards the hedges. She saw people there through the branches. They were watching the show. 

She heard Frank say "You have more of a cum face."

Jen turned to look at him. "Yeah, I have a major cum face on," she said, saying it the way Mike would say it.

Frank grinned, as if scoring another victory. He said "Do you want a massage?" 

"It wouldn't suck," Jen said with a laugh, looking at Hugh and Lou. Her "special friends."

Frank's grin widened. He looked at his bodyguards and said "Hugh and Lou, Miss Johnson could use some attention."

Hugh and Lou didn't have to be asked twice. They rushed to Jen's chair, frantically peeling off their clothes. Jen looked lustfully at their bodies. They were both just as handsome and buff as Johnny. (Hugh's cock was the smallest of the 3, but his manhood was still impressive; noticeably bigger than Mike.)

Johnny moved Miranda's chair, giving the bodyguards more room with Jen. Miranda laid on her side. Now it was her turn to watch. Johnny laid behind her, spooning her in almost a loving way. He was the big spoon, Miranda the little one. They looked comfortable together. They definitely knew each other!

Hugh and Lou quickly stripped off Jen's bikini. Frank said "Leave on the heels." They nodded at their boss but otherwise their attention was on Jen.

The bodyguards poured massage oil on Jen's body (she was laying on her back). They glanced at Johnny laying with Miranda. The 3 men locked eyes, silent messages passing between them. Lou and Hugh felt proud to have Jenny Johnson as their charge. Sure, Miranda was attractive, especially for a 40-something woman. But Jenny was a rare beauty with an extremely hot body, the prettiest girl wherever she went. On top of that she was really nice. She knew she was pretty but she wasn't stuck up. She treated them as equals and not employees (unlike Frank). They were lucky to have Jenny. 

Despite his affection for Miranda, Johnny envied them. He didn't know Jenny of course, but he could see her. Jenny was one of the prettiest sexiest girls he'd ever seen.

The bodyguards didn't even pretend like it was a massage. Lou fingered Jen's pussy and thumbed her clit while Hugh fondled her breasts and sucked her nipples. Like Miranda just a few moments ago, Jen gripped the edges of the lounge chair and writhed under the fingers and mouths of the bodyguards. She arched her back, the oil on her tiny perky tits and taut stomach glistening in the sunlight (the massage oil emphasized the muscular definition of Jen's tummy and athletic dancer's body). Like Miranda, when Jen came she screamed into the Caribbean air.

Jen collapsed back into the chair. Panting, she heard clapping and hooting in the background; the people looking through the hedges were applauding. Jen barely noticed them. Now her nympho switch was way, way on. Fingers and tongues were good, but what she really needed was a hard cock. Or, thinking about Hugh and Lou, TWO hard cocks.

"You still have a major cum face on," Frank said, using Jen's (Mike's) words. "You need fucked."

"Yeah, I need fucked," Jen agreed arching her back and looking at Hugh and Lou. "I need fucked so bad," she repeated looking into Hugh's and Lou's eyes. Jen reached an arm towards them. She wanted her "special friends."

The bodyguards grinned. Jen looked soooo good, her tight body glistening in oil, her nipples rock hard, her tiny landing strip moist with the oil, her pussy lips swollen with excitement. Jen still even still wore the high heels. They adored this girl! Was there any girl more fuckable?

Lou and Hugh moved towards Jen. They wanted her! And Jen wanted them!

But Frank stopped them with a raised hand. "Not you," Frank said to the bodyguards. He looked at Johnny. "You Johnny. Fuck Jenny."

"What? No!" Miranda objected, looking alarmed. She put a possessive hand on Johnny's arm. "Johnny's mine. Frank -."

"Miranda," Frank said sternly with a hard stare. Miranda shut up. She reluctantly pulled her hand from Johnny's arm. "Johnny," Frank said.

"I'm sorry," Johnny whispered to Miranda. But he wasn't sorry. He wanted Jenny.

As Johnny moved from Miranda's chair to Jen's, his big hard cock swaying between his muscular legs, he gave Lou and Hugh a "what can I do?" shrug. But he didn't mean it.

Johnny slid onto Jen's lounge chair. Jen moved over, making room. She felt bad for Lou and Hugh because they were clearly upset. But honestly she didn't mind having to lay with Johnny. He was gorgeous and had a freaking awesome cock!

"Sorry about this," Johnny said as he kissed Jen.

"That's okay," Jen said, kissing him back. 

"I'll make it good for you," Johnny promised between kisses.

Jen reached down and stroked his curved cock. "I can't wait to feel this inside me."

"I'll be gentle," Johnny said between more kisses. He knew he was thick, too thick for a lot of girls.

"Don't, I like it rough," Jen said pulling Johnny on top of her. "I'm a slut. Fuck me hard."

Johnny smiled. It was amazing to hear those dirty words coming from such a beautiful, innocent face. He'd known Jenny Johnson for less than an afternoon, and already he adored this girl!

"Condom Johnny," Frank said.

Johnny looked at Frank. He was naked, he didn't have a condom. Then he looked at the bodyguards. Lou reluctantly handed Johnny a condom.

Johnny hurriedly rolled the condom on his shaft. Then he penetrated Jen. Jen groaned at Johnny's girth. "Are you okay?" Johnny asked kissing Jen's lips.

"Yeah, yeah," Jen said gasping. Fuck he was thick! "Come on!" she said impatiently. "I want all of you!"

Johnny grinned. He put Jen's long legs on his shoulders and pushed in balls deep (the slick massage oil helped). Then he began fucking her hard.

Miranda watched despondently as Johnny fucked Jenny. This wasn't right. Johnny wasn't her husband or boyfriend. They weren't even dating. But Johnny was hers. No one else's. Hers.

Miranda could tell Johnny was into Jenny. He never responded to her the way he was acting with Jenny. Miranda knew the truth. He liked fucking Jenny better than her. 

At that moment, Miranda hated Jenny.

Lou and Hugh looked sourly as Johnny fucked Jen's brains out. Fucked their girl. "Pull up your pants for god's sake," Frank ordered derisively. "I don't want to see your dicks hanging out." Lou and Hugh obediently pulled up their pants, timidly following Frank's orders.

**************

Later, Jen brushed her wet hair. She just got out of the shower. "You were shitty to Lou and Hugh," she told him as she put on her bra and thong panties. 

"You're not wearing the red panties?" Frank asked as he watched Jen get dressed.

"I'm going to Mike," Jen said with a "hello" tone of voice. She put on a casual crop top and jean skirt. Then she put her wedding rings back on. "Why'd you do that to Lou and Hugh? To Miranda?"

"You didn't enjoy Johnny?" Frank asked.

"Well, yeah," Jen said with a half laugh. Getting serious she added "Miranda wasn't happy about it." She put on thong sandals that showed off most of her slim pretty feet as she spoke to Frank.

Frank gave an unconcerned shrug. "You have to remember Jenny," he said sagely. "Lou and Hugh. Johnny. Even Miranda. They work for us."

Jen frowned at Frank. "Us?" she asked.

"We're exclusive," Frank reminded her. 

"What does that mean exactly?" Jen asked. "What's the thing with you and Miranda?"

"The thing?" Frank said with a laugh. "Why, are you jealous?"

"I'm just curious," Jen said trying to look innocent.

"We've known each other a long time," Frank said with a shrug.

"Are you lovers?" Jen asked.

"We used to be," Frank said.

"But not anymore?" Jen asked.

"Would that bother you?" Frank asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jen hesitated, then said "... yeah, it would."

Frank studied her. Echoing her earlier thoughts, he said "Are you still having sex with Mike?"

"Of course I am," Jen said immediately. 

"So what right do you have to tell me what to do with other girls?" Frank asked.

That shut Jen up. She thought about her conversation with Mike earlier that week. She sputtered out "He's using condoms."

"What?" Frank asked.

"Mike's using condoms," Jen said. "We have sex, but he uses condoms."

Frank looked at Jen, studying her. "Because you want him to wear condoms?" he asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "... because ... Mike thinks you want him to wear condoms." She felt flushed, suddenly hot again.

Frank slowly nodded, still studying her. "I'll talk to Mike, to make sure he understands what I want."

"... whatever you think best," Jen said timidly, her submissive side flaring up.

Frank fingered her belly ring (her stomach was partially exposed by the crop top). "Pull up your skirt and turn around," he ordered her.

"I need to get home to Mike and Anna," Jen protested. It was already dark, passed dinner time. Mike and Anna's plane landed some time ago.

"Pull up your skirt and turn around," Frank ordered. "I don't like having to say things twice." He locked eyes with Jen.

After a few moments Jen looked down, not able to take Frank's intense commanding stare. She pulled up her skirt and turned around. She leaned over the table, her breasts pressing against the rich wood.

Frank ripped off Jen's thong panties with a single pull, making her yelp. He took out his rock hard cock. He bent his knees and pushed into Jen. She was soaking wet. Still, Jen grunted at being penetrated by his super thick cock.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go back to your wimp husband without fucking you?" Frank hissed in Jen's ear as he fucked her. He pounded her hard. Each thrust forced Jen onto her tip toes, her pretty feet arching in the sweet looking thong sandals.

Jen came, her hands gripping the sides of the table as her body shuddered with orgasmic pleasure. Frank came soon after. He gripped Jen's hips and stayed deep inside as he shot his seed into her pussy.

Frank collapsed onto Jen, both of them panting. He slowly pulled out. From his pocket he pulled out the red panties. He reached down and pulled the panties up Jen's legs. Then he pulled down Jen's skirt. He tenderly kissed her neck and cheeks. "Jen honey," he said as he gave her more loving kisses. "You're with me, even when you're with your husband."

After catching her breath, Jen stood up and smoothed her top and skirt. "It's getting late, I have to get home," she told him. She was supposed to be at the cabana way before this. Was Mike upset? Was Anna missing her and crying? Along with those concerns for her family, her knees were weak from just getting fucked so hard. And so good. She felt the red lacy panties getting wet as Frank ran out of her.

"Make sure Mike knows I just fucked you," Frank said with a grin. 

Jen looked at Frank, still breathing hard. She said "Frank. Never call Mike a wimp again." Then she turned and left the villa.

***************

"Sorry about earlier," Jen said to Hugh and Lou as they drove her to the cabana. 

"You didn't seem to mind Miss Johnson," Hugh said stiffly, addressing her formally.

"Will you please call me by my first name?" Jen said with frustration. She sighed when neither bodyguard responded. She didn't have time to worry about them. She was anxious about Mike and Anna. She was late by a couple hours. Was Mike mad? Bad upset?

But everything was okay. When she got to the cabana, Mike, Anna and Maggie were playing board games and watching TV. "Momma!" Anna squealed delightedly when Jen walked in. Jen gave her daughter a big hug and kiss. Mike came over with a smile on his face and kissed Jen. 

"Sorry I'm late," she whispered.

"No worries," Mike said with another kiss hello. "I'll start dinner." 

"I should take a shower," Jen whispered to her husband. Mike looked Jen in the eye. He touched her skirt, over her pussy. She gave him a slight nod. 

"Don't," Mike whispered back. "We're all hot and sweaty from the pool and lotion." He squeezed her hand. Then he gave Jen a beer and went out to the grill and cooked hot dogs and burgers. 

After playing with Anna for a while, Jen left the toddler with Maggie and joined Mike at the grill. She clinked his beer bottle with hers. "Thanks for waiting for me," she said hugging him. "You're not upset I'm late?"

"A little," Mike said. He put his wife's hand on his crotch. He was hard. The dark emotions (jealousy, feeling neglected, loneliness) fueled his cuckold fantasies. "But I'm okay. You're splitting time with Frank. I get things aren't always going to go as planned this weekend."

Jen felt relieved. She also thought it was ironic, the way Hugh and Lou (men she had no obligations to) were giving her the silent treatment, yet her husband (the man she took vows with) was being understanding. "Thanks for being so understanding," she said hugging him tighter.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 26-27



Cheating and Rivals – Part 26

(Part 2 of the Caribbean vacay)

The next morning Mike made pancakes for breakfast (Anna's favorite). Always the health nut, Jen picked at a pancake but mostly ate a yogurt and fruit. After breakfast they went to the beach that was a short walk from the cabana.

"No high heels today?" Mike joked, referring to the picture Frank sent yesterday of Jen in the skimpy black string bikini and high heels. The pink bikini she wore today was still sexy but not nearly as revealing. Instead of high heels she wore flip flops.

"It's a family beach honey," Jen said with a laugh, giving her husband a playful hip bump. Mike gave her a smile back.

Anna had a wonderful time in the calm Caribbean water, bouncing and splashing around. She was like a fish (or mermaid). Jen, Mike and Maggie had a hard (but fun) time keeping up with their little blonde haired ball of energy. It was the start of a wonderful day.

"You're getting burnt," Jen said tenderly touching Mike's nose and cheek. "Let me get lotion."

Mike watched as his wife walked out of the water towards their stuff. He noticed a lot of male heads turning to watch. Even though her bikini was somewhat conservative, Jen was still incredibly beautiful and alluring, easily the prettiest and sexiest girl on the beach. Mike felt his cock tingle at the sight of so many men desiring his wife.

Before getting to her beach bag, Frank Tower showed up. Seeing him, Jen walked to him, quickening her pace. 

"Hey you," Jen said smiling into his eyes. "Did you sleep in? I thought you were joining us earlier."

"I had some work," Frank explained. He smiled back at her and looked her up and down. "I like the black bikini better," he said with a grin.

"You're bad," Jen said with a laugh. "This is a family beach and a family day," she reminded him.

"I want to kiss you," Frank said. 

"I know baby but we can't," Jen said, taking a step back as if afraid he was going to pull her into his arms. She obviously couldn't let Anna see that. And she promised Mike this day was his, and Frank was just there as a friend. "Come on, we're in the water. You can drop your stuff next to ours."

Frank followed Jen, admiring her slim tight ass. "This way," Jen said as Frank dropped his bag next to their chairs. Jen reached into her bag for sun tan lotion then started back towards her husband.

"Wait," Frank said grabbing Jen's hand. She turned to him. He asked "Do you want to kiss me?"

"Keep your voice down," Jen whispered. She smiled at him, a twinkle in her eye. "Yeah, I do," she whispered, the smile in her voice. She moved her slim foot so it touched his. No one could see because of the sand. She pressed her pedicured toes into his ankle. Not like a high heel, but the best she could do given the circumstances. 

Frank's eyes rose, a flash of lust passing over his face. "I want to fuck you," he said.

"Tomorrow cowboy," Jen said, digging her pretty toes into his ankle. She gave him a teasing smile then turned and walked to the water.

Jen joined Mike in the water. Anna was laughing and splashing with Maggie. "Here baby," she said rubbing lotion on Mike's nose and cheeks. She was gentle because his skin was getting red.

"He's here," Mike said looking over Jen's shoulder at Frank. He stood about 20 feet away.

"Don't worry, it's our day," Jen assured him. "He's just hanging with us."

"You're okay with that?" Mike asked.

"What do you mean?"

"Just hanging. You don't want to be with Frank?" 

"I want to be with you honey," Jen said, kissing Mike on the lips. "And with Anna. Us. We're a family. Frank's just a plaything. And today he's just hanging."

"Hello Mike," Frank said as he walked up. They shook hands. He abruptly said "I appreciate you using condoms with Jenny."

"Frank," Jen said with a disbelieving laugh.

"You'd rather we talk when Anna's here?" Frank asked rhetorically. Anna was still playing with Maggie at the other side of the beach. "I like initiative Mike. Good man. So we're clear, you'll use condoms with Jenny. Agreed?"

Mike paused. Then he said "Yes."

Frank curled a finger in the front of Jen's bikini bottom. Mike looked alarmed and started towards Frank but he smiled and said "Don't worry, Anna's not looking this way." Mike looked over his shoulder and saw Frank was right.

Frank tugged Jen's bikini bottom away from her body a little. "You understand I won't be using condoms with Jenny?" Frank said. "I cum where I want?"

"Yes," Mike said.

"I do what I want with her," Frank said tugging her bikini bottom harder. He looked down. He had a clear view of her little landing strip and sweet pussy. Mike looked alarmed again. But the way they were standing, especially in the water, no one could see.

"As long as it's good with Jen," Mike said.

Frank grinned. "Sure Mike. Good man. So we're agreed." Frank gave a slap to Mike's arm. "I'm a fair man though. I assure you that any man I allow with Jenny will also use condoms. So you won't be the only one. I'll be the only man bare inside Jenny. I'll be the only man to cum inside her. That is, if I decide to cum in her pussy. Sometimes it'll be her mouth. Sometimes her ass. Sometimes her face. My choice."

"Fine," Mike said under his breath, his nostrils flaring.

Frank turned to Jen. "My choice, right Jenny?" 

Jen nodded, her cheeks going red.

"Again I'm a fair man," Frank said turning to look at Mike again. "I bought you condoms."

"What?" Mike said.

"They're extra thick," Frank said. "Unfortunately it cuts down on sensitivity. But less risk of breakage. You'll use those condoms."

Mike nodded.

"I want to hear you say it Mike," Frank pressed. "You'll use those condoms."

Mike glared at Frank. But he said "Fine, okay."

"Good man," Frank said slapping Mike on the arm again. "See? Communication, that's the biggest hurdle. Once we get passed that, everything falls together."

Jen looked worriedly at Mike. "Let's get back," she said tugging Mike's hand.

"I'll meet you there," Mike said.

"Are you sure?" Jen said. Mike nodded. 

Jen checked on Anna. She wanted to stay with Maggie in the water a little while longer. So Jen walked with Frank back to their chairs. "Kind of over the top," Jen said to Frank.

"Jenny, this is what you need to understand," Frank said. "Mike is a cuckold. You don't like that word. But you're ignoring reality. And it's not good for you. Or Mike for that matter. You need to accept what he is."

"God Frank ..." Jen lamented.

"Why is Mike still back there?" Frank said.

"What?"

"He's still back there because he's got a hard on," Frank said.

Jen stared at Frank. Then she looked back at her husband. She realized Frank was right.

Maggie and Anna walked up a little while later. Jen introduced Frank to Anna. "Honey, this is Mr. Tower. We work together."

Anna was over her stranger anxiety. While still shy, she was fascinated with strangers, especially men.

"You work with my mommy?" Anna asked Frank. She looked at Frank with big blue eyes while hiding behind Jen. Her golden blonde hair was wet from being in the water.

"Yes I do," Frank said giving Anna a friendly smile.

"Um, see my mommy's pretty?" Anna said, touching the diamond of Jen's belly ring.

"It's beautiful," Frank said looking at Anna. Then he smiled at Jen. She smiled back, sharing a moment with him. "Do you want one someday?"

"Yah," Anna said, touching her mother's belly ring again.

At that moment Mike walked up. "Maggie, can you take Anna to the cabana for lunch?" Jen said. She hugged Mike's arm. "Let's go for a walk honey," Jen said. She glanced at Frank as she went off with her husband.

"Are you okay?" Jen said as they walked along the water. They held hands. "Frank was way over the top. He gets that way sometimes."

"Yeah," Mike said, his insides churning.

"Frank says I need to accept you're a cuckold," Jen said.

"He did huh?" Mike said with a humorless laugh.

"I think what he means, you support how I am," Jen said. She grinned and added "I mean, I'm a slut and you call me your goddess. That lets me be me, and feel good about myself. I think that's what Frank means. I love you, so I need to support you better."

"I don't think that's what Frank means," Mike said with another laugh.

"Probably not," Jen agreed with a laugh back. "But just because he's an ass doesn't mean he's not right. You support me. I need to support you better. So we both get what we want from the game."

"Yeah," Mike said. 

Jen stopped and looked at her husband. She was holding both his hands. "Is that 'yeah' you agree? Or 'yeah' I need to think about it more?"

"It's 'yeah' it depends where you're going with this," Mike said.

"I want to know if you're okay," Jen said looking into her husband's eyes. "Frank's pushing my boundaries and I want to explore that. I think he's pushing your boundaries too. But it has to work for both of us. I want to make sure you're okay, you're not getting bad hurt."

"You'd stop?" 

"Mike I'd definitely stop," Jen assured him. "Okay, I admit, I might be a little disappointed. But I'd get over it, I'd stop. You and Anna are my life honey. Frank is just a game."

Mike grinned. "I guess I'm not ready to stop either," he said. "But I appreciate you saying that."

"So we're good then?" Jen asked, squeezing Mike's hands.

"Yeah we're good," Mike said squeezing her hands back. Looking a little anxious, he asked "What's happening tonight?" 

"Frank's hanging a little longer, then he's going home," Jen said. She squeezed his hands again and said "This is an 'us' day baby."

They walked back to their chairs. Maggie and Anna weren't back from lunch yet. Frank lay on a chaise chair, face down. He seemed to be dozing. "Is it okay if I put lotion on him?" Jen whispered. "I don't want him to burn."

"Yeah, sure," Mike said, his stomach churning again (but he was excited too).

Mike sat in a lounge chair one away from Frank. Jen sat between them. "You're getting red," she said to Frank who looked up sleepily. She poured lotion in her soft hands and rubbed it on Frank's back. She did his legs too. She gave him a mini-massage and ended after about 10 minutes. When she was done she rolled onto her back and looked at Mike. He looked beyond excited. 

Jen moved close to her husband. Grinning, she whispered "Do you want to try out the new condoms?" 

"Yeah," Mike said. He was practically panting.

Jen turned back to Frank. She leaned close to his ear, her hand on his back. "We'll be back," she whispered. "Where are the condoms?"

"I put them in your bag," Frank said. Whispering so only she could hear, he said "I don't want you to cum until tomorrow."

"What?" Jen said surprised.

"I don't want you to cum until you're with me tomorrow," Frank repeated.

Jen gave Frank a long look, an amazed and amused smile coming to her face. Without answering him she stood up and grabbed her bag. She and Mike walked back to the cabana holding hands.

The cabana shared a pool with other similar vacation cabanas. Maggie and Anna were playing at the pool. Jen knew it was almost time for Anna's nap, but they had enough time. She sensed this wouldn't take long.

In their bedroom, Mike frantically tore off Jen's pink bikini. His lips and hands were all over his wife's tight sexy body. He sucked her nipples and caressed down her long legs. He took extra time kissing around her diamond belly ring. 

Then Mike got between Jen's legs. He wanted to make his wife cum. He knew intercourse was hit and miss with her, and also at the lustful state he was in he wouldn't last long. So he wanted to give his wife an orgasm with his tongue. 

But Jen squeezed her legs together. "We don't have much time baby, Anna will take a nap soon," she said. "Anyways this is for you baby. We have tonight."

When Mike nodded, Jen reached into her bag. It was a box of 10 condoms. Durex. She'd never seen the brand before. The box said "Extra thick for extra safety." The size was Small.

Jen felt flush with excitement. She pulled off Mike's bathing suit. His hard cock popped out. Then she opened one of the foil packages. She rolled the condom on her husband's hard penis. The condom felt unfamiliar in her hand, unlike other "natural feeling" condoms. Definitely thicker. 

Jen got on top of Mike, straddling his hips. She lowered herself, using her hand to guide his Durex-wrapped cock into her pussy. With some condoms, it almost felt natural, like skin-to-skin. The extra thick Durex wasn't anything like that. It was literally a rubber. Mike's cock felt like a rubber dildo inside her (albeit a small dildo).

"How does it feel?" Jen asked as she moved up and down.

"I can barely feel you," Mike said. He felt pressure around his cock, but not the soft smooth silkiness of Jen's pussy.

"But it's extra safe," Jen said. "This is how Frank wants it."

Mike looked into Jen's eyes. Then abruptly he came. Jen got off Mike almost immediately. She didn't want to take the chance of the condom rolling off as his small cock softened.

"Stay here a second," Mike said, pulling Jen into his arms on top of him. Maybe he had to wear a condom inside her pussy, but they could be skin-to-skin this way.

"Frank's pushing us," Mike said after a few moments.

"Yeah," Jen agreed. She got up on her elbow to look at Mike. "Do you like it?" 

"It's hard sometimes," Mike said. 

"But this gets hard," Jen said with a grin, putting her hand over his crotch.

"Yeah," Mike agreed with a grin back. "But it hurts."

"You like that though right?" Jen asked.

Mike looked at his wife. She was clearly trying to talk him into continuing their game with Frank. "You're really into him," he said.

"I don't know if it's him," Jen said. "More like his lifestyle. His personality. His mind fucks."

"How is that not him?" Mike asked.

"I don't know," Jen said with a laugh, not really understanding it herself. "Like yesterday. He made Johnny fuck me. Miranda didn't want him too. Neither did Hugh or Lou. It's like, he creates these situations. And people do what he says. They watched as we fucked. It's really hot."

"Not going to make many friends that way," Mike observed.

"I don't think Frank has friends," Jen said. "I mean, I think I'm his friend. But I don't know who else he has."

"You're his friend?" Mike asked.

"I think so. I want to be," Jen said. "I've known him forever. I've always looked up to him. I guess I still do. He's mean to people. But there's something there, inside. He lost his wife and he doesn't see Sophie. I guess I'd like to be his friend."

They were silent for long moments after that. "I know I say this all the time, whenever we play the game," Mike said. "But I'm afraid you're going to fall in love with him."

"Baby, I don't think you know what you want," Jen said, kissing his hand to take the sting out of her words. "Just yesterday you wanted me to stop taking birth control. And you've told me before you want me to get close to my boyfriends. You WANT them to be boyfriends and not just lovers."

Mike nodded but didn't say anything. Everything Jen said was true.

"I think you need to trust me," Jen said. "Frank's new and exciting. He does things differently. But I can handle him. I have lots of guy friends. Okay, Frank's different, I'm fucking him. But we've done this before baby. I won't let Frank hurt us or our family."

They heard Maggie and Anna in the next room. Maggie was putting Anna down for her nap.

"I guess we should get back to the beach," Jen said. She got up and put her bikini back on.

"You go ahead," Mike said. "I'll check on Anna and be down in a little bit."

When Jen got to the beach Frank was packing up to leave. "Going so soon?" she asked.

"I've got to get back," Frank said. "We're going out tonight."

"Where are you going?" Jen asked.

"Why, are you jealous?" Frank said with a teasing grin.

"Don't flatter yourself Frank," Jen said coldly.

Frank chuckled. "I know people on the island. They're having a party."

"Okay," Jen said. She felt envious. And yes, she felt jealous too.

"What time do you want picked up tomorrow?" Frank asked.

"I mean, whenever," Jen said. "Anna gets up early, so after breakfast I can go. What should I wear?"

"Not this bikini," Frank said looking at the pink bikini. Mike liked when she wore pink because it emphasized her youthful innocent appearance. Frank preferred an older, more sophisticated and sexy look.

"I've got another black one," Jen said with a laugh.

"Bring that," Frank said. "You have a sundress? Wear that. No bra. With the red panties."

"Yes sir," Jen said with a laugh, playfully saluting. She rolled her eyes both at his obsession with the panties and the thoroughness of his directions.

"And something for dinner. Casual. Like a crop top." Frank reached out and touched her belly ring. "I want to see this," he said with a grin.

"Okay," Jen said with another laugh.

"Did you cum with Mike?" Frank asked, the grin still on his face. Now he looked intrigued.

"No," Jen answered. She felt hot across her face. 

"Good," Frank said. Like earlier, he curled a finger in Jen's bikini bottoms and tugged slightly. "Keep it that way."

Jen was excited the next morning as they ate breakfast. (Mike made pancakes again.) She tried to hide her excitement because she didn't want to hurt Mike's feelings. She loved spending time with her family. But the thing was, Frank was so exciting and fun. His lifestyle was incredibly luxurious and opulent. And with Frank there were surprises around every corner; he always kept her guessing. On top of that she was getting awesome sex! Lou and Hugh, Johnny – they were major eye candy. Frank was easy on the eyes too. And they were all awesome in bed. Jen was getting a lot of fantastic sex with a variety of sexy men. Added to that were Frank's head games that added another level of delicious excitement. 

"What's the plan?" Mike asked Jen in their bedroom as she packed an overnight bag. She wore a short sundress with 2 thin straps at her shoulders. Her long blonde hair was down, and she wore strappy high heel sandals on her pretty feet.

"I'll text you later where we'll be," Jen told him. She gave him a quick kiss. "I've got it set up with Maggie. She'll babysit Anna while you're with us."

"Okay," Mike said. "You're sleeping over?" 

"Yeah. You said I could?" Jen said.

"Yeah," Mike said. "Be home before Anna wakes up okay?"

"I will baby," Jen promised, giving Mike another kiss. In the 4 inch high heels they were about the same height so she didn't have to get on her tip toes to kiss him. "Um ...," she said, talking off her wedding and engagement rings. Mike took them and put them in his pocket.

"What are you going to do today?" Jen asked. "Watch the Mets?"

"They won the pennant, they're in the World Series," Mike said with a grin. 

"Oh that's so good baby," Jen said smiling back at her husband. Just then her iPhone buzzed with a text. She read it and laughed.

"Who's that?" Mike asked.

"You know my cousin Cindy?" Jen said, a smile on her face as she re-read the text. Mike nodded. She asked "Are the Royals playing Toronto?"

"The Blue Jays," Mike said with a nod. "Yeah, tonight."

"If the Royals win, Cindy's got to paint her fingernails blue," Jen told Mike with a grin. "But if the Blue Jays win she gets to paint a nail of six guys."

"Oh okay," Mike said with a laugh. Then he thought about it. "Wait. Why not 10 guys?"

Jen rolled her eyes and laughed. "Like, 6 guys aren't enough?"

"Are you serious?" Mike said with a raised eyebrow. Did "painting fingernails" mean "hunka hunka burning love" out those ways?

"You know those country girls," Jen joked with another laugh. She looked at her husband. He looked kind of melancholy. "What's wrong?"




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 26-27



Mike gave a sheepish shrug. "There comes a time in a guy's life he knows he'll never play outfield for the Mets."

"What?" Jen asked surprised. "That's what you want?"

"Every guy who lives in New York wants that," Mike told her. "It's great the Mets won the pennant. They signed this great outfielder, Yoenis Cespedes ..."

Jen read his mind. Trying to keep a straight face she said "So now they've got Yoenis they don't need you." She rubbed his arm consoling. 

"Something like that," Mike said glumly.

"Don't worry baby," Jen said giving him a kiss. "You're still my secret agent man."

**********************

Hugh and Lou picked up Jen a few minutes later. They continued to give her the silent treatment on the drive to the villa. "It wasn't my fault," Jen told them. "You know Frank." 

"You should have said something," Hugh said.

"Look," Jen said. "I think by now you know what I'm like. But I like you both. I don't want you to be mad at me. Can't we just blame Frank and leave it at that?" She laughed to make it sound like a joke, but Jen was truly bothered. She liked being liked. She hated it when people were mad or disappointed with her.

But the bodyguards continued their silent treatment.

"Okay wait," Jen said. "Can you stop the car?"

"Why?" Lou said. He was driving.

"Just stop for a minute," Jen said. She pointed to a hedged parking lot. "Over there."

Lou pulled into the parking lot. "Can you come here, sit next to me?" Jen said.

Giving Jen a questioning look, the bodyguards got into the back seat with Jen, one on either side. "I'm sorry okay?" she said apologizing again. She opened their pants and took out their cocks. While surprised, they both got hard really fast. Jen stroked them both. "We probably shouldn't tell Frank," she said.

"No," Hugh agreed. He tentatively reached a hand towards Jen's breasts. 

"Go ahead," Jen said. "But don't leave any marks."

Hugh fondled Jen's breasts while Lou caressed her long legs. They panted as Jen stroked them with her soft hands. Lou moved his hand up her dress but Jen stopped him by squeezing her legs together. "No," she said simply, not letting them finger her. She wasn't supposed to cum until she saw Frank. She continued to stroke the 2 bodyguards.

"Fuck," Hugh groaned. He was really close. "Where should I cum?" 

Jen suddenly felt anxious and worried. She hadn't thought of that! She couldn't let it get on her dress. Fuck it. Letting go of Lou, she pulled her hair back and took Hugh into her mouth. She sucked and stroked him with both hands until he came. She swallowed all of his cum.

Then she turned to Lou and did the same thing.

"You're amazing," Hugh said panting. Both bodyguards were gasping, their heads thrown back against the leather car seat.

"Can we stop someplace?" Jen asked. "I need to brush my teeth."

*******************

Frank kissed Jen when she arrived at his villa. She'd brushed her teeth and used mouthwash, and also fixed her makeup. Thank god Frank didn't seem to notice. Jen was certain Frank would've fired Lou and Hugh. Jen obviously didn't want that. She liked them both.

Frank walked Jen to his bedroom. "Have you cum?" he asked.

"No," Jen said.

He stroked the thin strap of the sundress across her right shoulder. "Tell me," he said. "Did Mike fuck you last night?"

"Yes," Jen said.

"But you didn't cum from intercourse," Frank said.

"No."

"Did Mike go down on you?" Frank asked.

Jen nodded. She put Mike off earlier in the afternoon, but she had no excuse to do it again at night.

"You faked an orgasm," Frank said knowingly.

Jen nodded. "But I would've cum if I let Mike go longer," she said, feeling it important to point that out.

Frank shrugged as if that didn't matter. "When you're with me you have enough orgasms, don't you think?" he asked.

"Can a girl ever have too many orgasms?" Jen joked.

"Jenny it's all about you right?" Frank said. He looked her up and down. "With your body and looks you must think you're entitled."

"Frank ..." Jen said with a laugh. She'd just been joking.

"You're wearing the panties?" he asked.

"Yes," Jen said. She raised the skirt of the sundress. The sundress was so short she didn't have to raise it too much to expose the lacy red panties.

Frank nodded, his eyes on the red panties. He reached into a bag. "Put this on," he said. It was the short brunette wig from the masquerade ball.

Jen wasn't surprised, knowing Frank would bring back the wig sooner or later. (Like Mike, Frank had his kinks and she was getting to know them.) Jen began rolling her blonde hair into a bun when Frank stopped her. "In the bathroom," he said. "Put it on in the bathroom. Then come out."

Jen looked at him but she did as he asked. She came out of the bathroom a few minutes later. She had the wig on and had touched up her makeup. Frank looked at Jen as a short haired brunette (the brown hair just barely touched her shoulders). He stroked her cheek as he looked into her eyes. Then he pulled her to him and kissed her.

Moments later they were on the bed, kissing and fondling. Frank pulled off the red panties. He got between her legs and entered her in the missionary position. 

Frank fucked her hard and deep, but not fast. He looked into her eyes and kissed her as he moved in and out, stroking her cheeks and brown hair. Jen came quickly. As she came Frank held her hands in his. She was already so hot from the mind fuck yesterday and being with Lou and Hugh less than 30 minutes earlier. Frank came fast too. As his orgasm hit, he continued to hold Jen's hands in his. The red panties were in his left hand and Jen could feel the lacy material as he squeezed her hand.

Frank kissed Jen as he pulled out. "I need to make a few calls," he said as he pulled on his swim trunks and shirt. "Why don't you put on your bikini go out to the pool? Everyone else is there." Then he was gone leaving Jen alone in the bedroom.

Jen was still breathing hard as Frank left and closed the door. She stood up on shaky knees. She felt physically and emotionally unbalanced. 

She took off the sundress and looked into the mirror. She was naked except for the strappy high heels. And the brunette wig.

Jen looked at herself in the mirror. She touched the wig. The hair felt real, like hers.

Jen was a natural blonde. She'd always been a blonde. More than that, she thought of herself as a blonde. 

But she kind of liked the different look of a brunette. The problem with blonde, it made her look young and innocent. That was a good thing sometimes; Mike loved that look. Sometimes though Jen wanted to look older and more sophisticated. Jen often envied her best friend Allie, with how she looked so sultry and mysterious with her dark hair.

As Jen looked into the mirror she didn't recognize herself. Who was she? That morning (less than an hour ago) she'd left her husband and daughter. She'd then given hand jobs to 2 guys she barely knew, men who had pretend raped her not too long ago. She swallowed their cum so it wouldn't get on her dress to prevent her boyfriend from finding out what she'd done with his bodyguards. 

Two days ago, she let a guy she just met (Johnny) fuck her. That by itself wasn't that unusual (she was a slut after all and her nympho switch was on). But in doing so she'd hurt 3 people.

And yesterday, she made her sweet husband wear condoms so thick he could barely feel anything. She wouldn't let him give her an orgasm. She faked an orgasm to stop their oral sex to prevent him from making her climax.

And now she was looking in a mirror with a wig on, and actually contemplating what it would be like to have short brown hair. 

All because Frank Tower said so. The thoughts made her shudder.

Who the fuck was she? Was she Jen? Or Jenny?

She felt herself spiraling out of control. Frank's wealth and power, his handsome looks, their history, the way he treated her – it was all intoxicating. Yesterday she asked Mike to trust her. She assured him she could handle Frank. But she wasn't sure. It was beyond infatuation. Or different. Frank wanted to control her. In fascinating ways. And it was intoxicating. 

Jen put on the bikini. It was another new black one, made up mostly of strings. If anything it was even more revealing than the one she wore the day before. With the high heels she looked almost obscene. 

Jen looked in the mirror again. She touched the short brown hair. As if forcing herself to wake up, she pulled off the wig. She undid the bun and her long blonde hair cascaded over her shoulders. She was Jen not Jenny. Jen. Mike's Jen.

Jen left the bedroom and started for the pool. She heard Frank's voice coming from the study. She went there instead, her strappy high heels clicking on the rich Italian ceramic floors.

Frank was talking on the phone. He smiled when she walked in. Jen sat on a chair in front of his desk.

Jen sat on the edge of the chair, her legs together, the high heels flat on the floor. She had her elbows on her knees and her chin on her hands. She watched Frank talk on the phone. 

Frank was clearly in control. He was issuing orders and people were obeying. She'd never met anyone like him. So manipulative and forceful. Clint was rich and powerful. But as a lawyer he did the bidding of men like Frank. He wasn't in control. Men like Frank were in control.

Frank curled a finger at Jen, gesturing her over. Jen walked over and stood next to him. Frank put the phone on mute.

"Who are you talking to?" Jen asked.

"Men who are about to lose a lot of money," Frank said with a grin. "To me." Frank put his hand on Jen's firm ass cheek. The bikini left her mostly exposed. "I like this," he said.

"Thanks."

"You got this for me?" he asked.

"You know I did."

"I like hearing you say it," Frank said caressing her ass.

"I got the bikini for you Frank," Jen said.

Frank grinned. "You're wet," he said looking at her pussy.

Jen looked down, demurely brushing her long blonde hair behind her ear. She curled her fingers into the sides of her bottoms and tugged up, forming a V. The action formed a camel toe. She was wet there. "It's you," she said referring to his sperm inside her (and now leaking out).

Frank was breathing hard now. Everything Jenny Johnson did was sexy. She exuded sensuality. They just fucked and he already wanted her again.

"It's you baby," Jen repeated softly. She moved her foot slightly and dug the stiletto of her high heel into the top of his foot.

Frank barely stifled a moan. God he wanted this girl! He wanted to throw her onto the desk and take her again. But he wanted to close this deal too. Not because he needed the money, but because he wanted to win. And he didn't want Jenny to see her effect on him.

Frank grinned and patted her ass. "Be a good girl and wait for me at the pool," he ordered.

Miranda, Johnny, Hugh and Lou were already there. It was barely 10am and Miranda was already drinking champagne. "Want one?" Miranda asked with a smile.

Jen wanted to pace herself but she didn't want to say no to Miranda after the other day. So she smiled and took a glass of the sparkling nectar from the older woman.

"Hungry?" Miranda asked. She was eating an egg concoction. The boys were eating too. It must be brunch time in the Frank Universe. Although, the boys weren't drinking since they were working.

"What is it?" Jen asked.

"Scrambled eggs with shaved white truffles."

"I've never had truffles," Jen said looking curiously at the plate. The truffles looked like thin chestnuts. They were off-white. She'd heard of black truffles too. Did truffles come in other colors? 

"Here," Miranda said offering Jen a bite. Jen hesitantly put the food in her mouth.

"Oh my god!" she gushed as rich earthy flavors exploded in her mouth.

Miranda grinned. "Try another bite with the champagne," she suggested, offering another forkful.

This time Jen took a sip of the champagne after putting the food in her mouth. Her eyes went wide. The combination of eggs, truffles and champagne was heavenly. It was like sex! An orgasm in her mouth!

"Only the best for Frank," Miranda said grinning.

"Yeah," Jen agreed.

"Want your own?" Miranda said. "Johnny will get it for you."

"Um, no I already ate," Jen said reluctantly. She'd had breakfast at home and didn't want to eat again so soon. Jen was always worried about her weight. She didn't feel good about herself if she gained even a single pound.

Jen sat on the chair next to Miranda. "I'm sorry about the other day," she said. "I can tell you're close to Johnny. I should have stopped it."

"That's okay honey. Frank usually gets his way," Miranda observed. She was being nice and understanding, but there was a touch of bitterness in her voice.

"I'm getting to know that," Jen said with a laugh.

"Anyway, Johnny made it up to me that night," Miranda said with a grin. "And yesterday. And this morning."

"Okay now you're bragging," Jen said with another laugh. Miranda laughed too.

"What'd you do yesterday?" Miranda asked. "You were with Frank?"

"I was with my family," Jen said.

"They're here?" Miranda asked surprised.

"My husband and daughter," Jen said with a nod. "And our nanny. Well, part time nanny. Maggie goes to NYU and temps sometimes where I work."

"I thought Frank was with you," Miranda said.

"He was," Jen said. "He hung with us."

"Your husband knows about you and Frank?" Miranda asked. When Jen nodded, she asked "Your husband's into hot wives? Or cuckold? Or poly?" Miranda had been around, she knew all the kinks.

"I'm not sure about the labels," Jen said with a laugh. "I mean, I'm not sure where one ends and the other begins. But Mike says he's a cuckold." Jen had decided to use the C word. Frank was right, if she didn't she was taking something away from her husband. With all he gave her and allowed her to do, the least she could do was acknowledge and support his fantasies.

"And you're a sub?" Miranda asked.

"I guess," Jen said with another laugh, this one nervous and awkward. It was embarrassing talking about this so openly with someone she barely knew. But then, it seemed strangely appropriate given what happened the other day.

"So you're a bottom, and your husband's a bottom," Miranda observed. "And Frank's a top."

"He's definitely a top," Jen agreed.

"Has Frank and your husband done anything?" Miranda asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Mike's not into that," Jen said immediately. "He's more into watching me. And the head games."

"I'm sure Frank is good at that," Miranda said with a grin.

"He is," Jen agreed with a half laugh.

"Your husband – his name is Mike? – he's okay with you and Frank?" Miranda asked.

"Overall he's okay," Jen said. "He gets down sometimes. But that's part of it for him. Honestly I don't completely understand his fantasy. I mean, I know what gets Mike hot. I can push his buttons. But I don't know why it gets him hot. Not really. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah. It's like you know the symptoms but not the disease," Miranda said.

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh. It was a strange way to put it, but maybe "disease" was accurate.

"What do you get out of it?" Miranda asked.

"I get a lot of sex with hot guys," Jen said with another laugh. "I like the variety. I like the romance part too. I mean, the beginning of a new relationship is always so exciting."

"NRE," Miranda agreed. She asked "Does it affect your marriage?"

"It's dangerous," Jen admitted. "But when the game works – we call it our game – then it brings us closer together. We talk all the time. Mike pays more attention to me. I'm like the center of his universe. I really like that part. A lot." Jen laughed again. "We've done it since before we got married. I've had ..." Jen paused to count. Ricky, Scott, Tom, Frankie. She didn't count Clint. Now Frank. "I've had 5 lovers. Boyfriends I guess. That's what Mike calls them. 5 boyfriends in 10 years. I guess that's not so bad." Jen laughed again.

"Ten years?" Miranda asked.

"Mike and I started going together when I was 19," Jen explained. "I was a sophomore. Mike was a grad student."

"You've been together the whole time?" Miranda asked.

"We ran into a bump," Jen said, her mood going melancholy. "You may have heard of my husband. Mike Andrews?"

Miranda's eyes went wide. "The Liberty-gate guy? Sapphire? They put him in jail for a year?"

"Yeah," Jen said looking sad.

"But Frank introduces you as Jenny Johnson," Miranda said.

"I met Frank when I was in high school," Jen explained. "Johnson's my maiden name." She shrugged. "Frank likes playing head games."

Frank called out to Miranda from the house. "I'll be back," Miranda said to Jen as she got up to talk to Frank.

Jen looked into the Caribbean blue sky, feeling melancholy. She felt sad after talking about Liberty-gate and thinking about that time of her life (when Mike was in jail and after, when they were separated). She had the urge to go home to be with Mike and Anna. But today was the last day of the vacay with Frank. Frank was paying for this, and it wasn't like he'd been involved with Liberty-gate. Was it fair to dump him today? Especially since tomorrow was another family day, so she'd have all day tomorrow to be with Mike and Anna.

She thought about her husband and the game they were playing. Mike wanted her to spend today with Frank. He looked forward to tonight when they were going out as a group. Despite his mixed feelings, if she went home right now he'd probably be disappointed. 

In a way, Mike was just as controlling and manipulative as Frank. Maybe more so. They were playing the game because of him. Okay, maybe that was debatable given her history. She was a slut after all. But certainly Mike was the reason she was involved with Frank. He pushed her into his arms. 

The whole pregnancy thing. That was Mike's ultimate fantasy. Now, as of yesterday, Frank was the only man allowed bare inside her, the only man allowed to cum inside her. Mike was relegated to wearing condoms. If the pill failed and she got pregnant, there would be no doubt who the father was. Yes, Frank "ordered" it. But Mike was the one who started it all. This was exactly what Mike wanted. So who was controlling who?

Inside the villa, Frank said to Miranda "You brought your equipment?" 

Miranda looked hesitant. "I'm not sure about this Frank," she said warily. "Jenny's a nice girl. I like her. Are you sure she wants this?"

"Miranda, this is the reason you're here," Frank said firmly. "Why I invited you."

"Oh sorry Frank, for a moment there I thought we were friends," Miranda said sarcastically.

Frank smiled. "Of course we're friends. And you know I enjoy your company. So does Johnny. Of course, it seems like he enjoys Jenny's company too."

Miranda narrowed her eyes. "What are you saying Frank?" she said. It was almost a hiss.

"Right now you have a convenient arrangement, with Johnny in my Philadelphia office," Frank said. "It would be a shame if I had to transfer Johnny to New York City. I'm sure Jenny would welcome the change. She seems taken with your young friend. She already has Hugh and Lou. I'm sure she could handle Johnny too. By now you know she's insatiable. She's beautiful. Stunning really. If Johnny had regular access to Jenny, I doubt he would take the effort to see you in Philadelphia."

"God Frank you're a bastard," Miranda lamented. But she sounded defeated. Frank had won. Again. Miranda knew there was no future with Johnny. They were 20 years apart. But she was fond of Johnny, and not just in bed. More than just fond. She didn't want to lose him. And Frank was right. While Johnny might have some affection for her, she couldn't compete with Jenny Johnson (or Andrews, whatever her name was). The blond bitch was too beautiful and sexy. And she was nice too. So Miranda couldn't even bring herself to hate her.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 26-27



"Alright, I'll do it," Miranda said giving in.

"Good show," Frank said with a big grin. "Here, this might help." He handed Miranda two pills.

"What are they?" 

"Ecstasy," Frank said.

"For me?" Miranda said surprised.

"Of course not," Frank said derisively. "I want you to have steady hands. Jenny's too precious to me. But it might help with Jenny. Make sure she takes both."

"When?" Miranda asked.

Frank grinned. "You'll know when," he said confidently. It was about breaking Jenny's spirit, Frank thought. Not completely, but enough. Making Jenny understand who was in charge. Who owned her. And showing Mike who was in charge with Jenny.

Frank was hard. Power turned him on. Controlling and manipulating people turned him on.

"Do me a favor Miranda honey," Frank said. He put his hand on her shoulder and pushed her down to her knees. Miranda knew what to do. She'd done it many times before. It was worth it. Being Frank Tower's friend had a lot of perks. And more than just eggs and white truffles. 

Frank rolled his head back as Miranda took him into her mouth. He knew he could go again with Jenny. That's what he preferred in fact. But he didn't want Jenny to know how captivated he was by her. How much he desired her. He needed to keep the power in their relationship firmly tilted towards him. But he was a man, and men had needs. And honestly, Miranda sucked cock better than Jenny. It was perhaps her only flaw. And her small tits of course.

**********************

"Frank wants to go to the beach," Miranda told Jen about 15 minutes later. "The cars are waiting."

"But the beach is just over there," Jen said motioning beyond the privacy hedges. 

"These beaches are better," Miranda said.

Jen shrugged. Whatever. She moved to take off her high heels and put on flip flops but Miranda stopped her. "Frank probably wants you to keep them on," Miranda said knowingly. "Don't worry, you won't feel out of place." The older gypsy woman slipped into high heels herself.

They drove a few miles to a resort and were escorted to a roped off area of the beach. It was crowded with lots of beautiful people. This part of the beach was decked so Jen and Miranda's high heels worked. In fact, most of the girls wore high heels to go along with their bikinis. Jen felt like she was in Vegas instead of the Caribbean. It had that vibe.

"Who are these people?" Jen asked Frank.

"My friends from last night," Frank said.

"Are they really your friends?" Jen asked.

"Friend is a relative term," Frank said with a chuckle. He didn't look like it mattered.

The crowd ranged from Jen's age (and younger) to Frank's age. Almost all the women were beautiful and wearing skimpy bikinis, many even more revealing than Jen's. 

It didn't take long for many of the women to lose their bikini tops. "It's a nude beach," Miranda said to Jen. Jen looked beyond their roped-in area and realized she was right. A lot of girls were topless. Loud music blared and alcohol (and probably recreational drugs) were free flowing. It wasn't even noon and some looked wasted (or getting there). 

"Take off your tops," Frank told Jen and Miranda.

Jen frowned. "I'm not feeling it Frank," she said. Maybe because it was too early, or because she was sober, but Jen wasn't into this scene. Also, most of the topless girls had really big breasts. Always insecure about her bust size, Jen didn't want to reveal her little As with all the Cs, Ds and double Ds around her. It wasn't like that time in Vegas at Caesar's Venus pool. (Author's note: see Consequences - Part 5). Then she was around friends and co-workers. She was the boss lady, everyone respected her. Here she was just a flat chested blonde. No way she wanted to compete with all these pretty busty girls.

"Take off your tops," Frank said again. 

Miranda gave Jen a "what can we do?" shrug. She took off her bikini top. Of course Miranda didn't have to worry. She had big beautiful breasts.

Jen continued to frown at Frank. But his stare was too intense. It's what Paige said, Frank Tower was a force of nature. Reluctantly, Jen reached behind her and pulled the string at her back. Then she pulled the string around her neck. She tossed her bikini top in her bag.

"Good girl," Frank said with a smile at Jen. He gave her a pat on the behind, treating her like a little girl. Frank gave Miranda a look, then turned to talk to people.

Miranda had noticed Frank's glance at her. She reached into her bag and offered something to Jen. "Maybe this will help honey," she said.

Jen recognized the pill. "Ecstasy? Are you taking one?"

"No I have to stay sober," Miranda said. "I have a client later."

"Seriously?" Jen said surprised. "A client? Here? Today?"

"Frank set it up," Miranda said evasively. "Anyway, this'll help you relax. You like Ecstasy?" Miranda offered Jen only 1 of the 2 pills. She didn't care if Frank got pissed. She wasn't going to try to get Jen to take both. One was bad enough given what Frank had in mind for her later.

"Yeah but ..." Jen was tempted but she shook her head no. "I don't want to be fucked up tomorrow morning. Not with Mike and Anna."

"It's only noon now honey. It'll be out of your system by then," Miranda said.

Jen knew Miranda was probably right. But she didn't want to take any chances. Miranda looked nervous when Jen turned down the Ecstasy but she didn't press.

Frank took Jen's hand and walked her through the crowd. He introduced her as "my girlfriend Jenny Johnson." The people there were nice, unlike the Bitchy Wives at the dinner party. But still, Jen felt uncomfortable. It was embarrassing to meet new people with her top off. And she felt intimidated with all the big beautiful breasts around her. She felt like a little girl among grown women.

A few of the girls who knew Frank well gave Jen a hug hello when he introduced her as his girlfriend. Jen felt even more uncomfortable and embarrassed as the girls squeezed their big breasts against her little titties as they hugged. 

"Why are you doing this to me?" Jen whispered to Frank.

"What?" Frank asked.

"You know what I mean," Jen said.

"I'm not doing anything to you Jenny," Frank said. "You need to understand, your breasts are smaller than normal. In a crowd like this, most girls are going to be bigger. Don't worry, the rest of your body is lovely."

Jen frowned at that. "So you're saying, you don't like my breasts," she said, feeling hurt and even more insecure about her small breasts than usual.

Frank reached up and cupped her. People around them turned to look and listen. "I think your breasts are lovely Jenny," he said. Jen's small breasts disappeared in Frank's hands. "Nothing wrong with perky," he added, grinning to the crowd. Everyone laughed and chuckled. Jen's face turned even redder.

Frank thumbed her nipples. They were rock hard. "You have your cum face on Jenny," he whispered.

The party continued until late afternoon. Jen stayed closed to Frank. Normally she would bop around and be a social butterfly. But she wasn't feeling her normal mojo, her normal confidence. She felt inadequate, the way she used to feel with Colin who was constantly on her case to get bigger tits. 

A girl with long dark hair approached Frank. She had the dark complexion of an Italian (which she was). She was about the same age as Jen. She was beautiful with a curvy hourglass body. She also was drunk or high (or both). "Jenny, this is Juliet," Frank said. "Jules, this is my new girlfriend Jenny."

"Oh my god you're so pretty," Juliet said to Jen, slurring her words. Jules had a charming southern accent despite her Mediterranean complexion. "And so tiny. God I wish I had your body."

Before Jen had a chance to respond Juliet flittered away, gaily talking with other partygoers. Juliet reminded Jen of herself, a social butterfly. But while Juliet was acting bubbly and outgoing, Jen found herself holding Frank's hand tightly.

"She's a happy girl," Jen said watching Juliet happily chit chat with anyone and everyone.

"I suppose," Frank said, not really caring. "I believe she's going through a difficult time. Recently broke up with her fiancée."

"Oh," Jen said feeling sorry for Juliet. "How do you know her?"

"Daughter of a business acquaintance," Frank said with another uncaring shrug. It seemed Frank had a lot of business acquaintances.

A little later Juliet flittered back over to Jen. She was so drunk and high she seemed on the brink of teetering over. "Jenny you need lotion," Juliet said with a giggle. Before Jen could stop her, she rubbed oil on Jen's breasts. "They're so cute," Juliet said with another giggle. A crowd (mostly men) quickly formed around the two pretty girls.

"Your nipples are so hard," Juliet said. She rubbed them between her thumbs and index fingers. She grinned. "I bet this feels good huh?"

Jen nodded, her nostrils flaring. Yeah it did feel good. Jen noticed the people watching and felt uncomfortable. "Thanks Juliet," she said stepping away from the busty brunette's hands.

"Call me Jules," Juliet said with a drunken giggle. Juliet whipped off her bikini top. Her breasts were huge and beautiful. "You do me now," she said handing Jen the bottle of suntan oil. Unlike Jen, Juliet seemed delighted by the people watching. Or maybe that was because she was drunk and high.

Jen hesitated. Then she heard Frank say "I think that's a good idea." Jen turned and looked at Frank. Frank nodded, his intense eyes saying "do it."

It was like an out of body experience. Jen found herself rubbing oil over Juliet's perfect double Ds. Whereas Juliet had been able to easily hold Jen's entire breasts in her hands, Jen needed both hands to hold just one of Juliet's (and still there was soft milky flesh left uncovered).

"Rub my nipples Jenny," Juliet said, her eyelids getting heavy. Jen did. "God you do this better than Roman."

"Your fiancée's name is Roman?" Jen asked. Roman and Juliet?

"Yeah, fucked up huh?" Juliet said with a laugh. Jules had the glassy look of being high. "Your nipples are more sensitive than mine. I wish I had your breasts."

"I wish I had yours," Jen said admiringly as she felt the heavy weight of Juliet's big perfect breasts in her hands.

Abruptly Juliet's pretty face turned sad. "Roman dumped me."

"I'm sorry," Jen said as she continued to rub oil on Juliet's breasts. Juliet was so lovely and she seemed nice. What man in his right mind would break up with her?

Juliet smiled at Jen. "You're so pretty," she said. "Like Alice in Wonderland." Juliet turned to look at Frank. "Uncle Frank I want to fuck your new girlfriend." Looking back at Jen she said "God I haven't gotten laid since Roman dumped me. You're probably a better fuck than that asshole."

Frank chuckled. He took Jen's hand and led her away. 

Jen looked over her shoulder at Juliet. She was already talking to other people, in full social butterfly mode. Jen felt sorry for Juliet. No doubt she was partying extra hard to forget Roman. Jen's thoughts turned to Mike. If he left her, would she turn into a Juliet?

"What do you think of Jules?" Frank asked. When Jen didn't reply, Frank curled a finger in Jen's bikini bottoms and pulled her close to him. "If I wanted you to fuck Jules you would," he said. He gave her a knowing smile. "And you'd love it. You're a slut Jenny. You'd love it."

Jen looked at Frank, breathing hard. Her head was fucked up. She felt sorry for Juliet but turned on too. Frank kept her off balance. Usually SHE kept her boyfriends/lovers off balance, wrapped around her finger. This was a new experience for her. Was that part of Frank's appeal?

Thankfully the party finally ended. Jen walked with Frank to the car. She moved to put on her top but Frank stopped her. "No," he said taking the top from her. He dropped it in a trash can.

"Frank that's expensive," Jen said retrieving her top.

"Don't you understand yet?" Frank said. "While you're with me you don't have to worry about money."

Jen frown at Frank. She put the bikini top in her bag.

Hugh opened the door for Jen, his eyes on her bare breasts.

"Hold on Lou," Frank said as Lou was about to drive back to the villa. He looked at Jen. "You've still got your cum face on," he said loud enough for the bodyguards to hear.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. She felt hot, her pussy tingled.

Frank leaned against the door, looking at Jen. "Get yourself off," he said. "I want to watch you make yourself cum."

"Seriously?" Jen said, glancing at Hugh and Lou. They were turned in their seats and looking at her. Jen guessed another perk.

"You know I don't like saying things twice," Frank warned. "Do it."

Jen looked into Frank's face. Again she felt the intensity of his stare. Whatever, she thought. She slid down into the rich leather seat of the limo. Looking anxiously at Hugh and Lou, she reached her right hand into her bikini bottoms. She closed her eyes and found her clit. She practically jumped when she touched her love button. That's how hot she was, how hot this scene was. She began rubbing herself. After a few moments, she brought her left hand up and fondled her breast. It wouldn't take long. And she wanted – needed – release.

Frank, Hugh and Lou's eyes were on Jen as she masturbated. She was an incredible sight, her beautiful face contorted in concentration, her nipples hard on her small tits, her hand inside her bottoms, her long shapely legs open, the strappy high heels flat on the floor.

Jen moaned and arched her back. She was almost there, right at the edge. Her toes curled in the high heels, digging into the lush carpet of the limo.

Abruptly Frank pulled Jen's hand from her bottoms. The movement ruined Jen's orgasm. "What?" she groaned, her eyes opening. Her body felt disappointed, needing release even more now than before.

"I don't like being disagreed with," Frank said crossly.

"What?" Jen said, still not understanding.

Frank reached into her bag. He pulled out her bikini top. He opened the window and threw it out of the car. Then he tossed a few 100 dollar bills into her bag. "You still don't understand Jenny," he said sternly. "I'll let you cum when you do."

Cheating and Rivals – Part 27

(Part 3 of the Caribbean vacay)

They drove to the villa. Frank took Jen's hand and they walked into the villa. Jen felt weak kneed after having been so close to an orgasm and having been denied. She resented Frank too. But at some level it was also a turn-on.

Hugh and Lou followed Frank and Jen into the villa. Miranda and Johnny were already there. "Let's get ready for dinner," Frank told everyone.

Jen pulled her hand from Frank's. She crossed her arms over her chest to cover her breasts. (Miranda had her top back on.) "Frank, where are we going?" she asked. "I need to call Mike."

Frank seemed annoyed but he said "The Palomar."

Jen called Mike. She told him about the Palomar and they talked about his day. Anna was having a lot of fun at the beach and pool. So much fun in fact that she barely noticed her mother wasn't there. Of course, Anna was getting constant attention from Mike and Maggie so it wasn't like she was starved for attention. Also, with the health conscious Jen not there, Mike and Maggie were letting Anna eat fun foods like hot dogs with ketchup (or ketchup with hot dogs given how Anna always drenched her plate with the condiment) and cheese curls.

Jen frowned. She'd missed Anna's first flight and now she was missing Anna's first real beach vacation. At the same time she was happy Anna was having fun. She consoled herself with the fact that tomorrow was another family day.

After hanging up with Mike, Jen showered and did her hair and makeup. Frank had said to wear something casual, so she pulled out a thong, bra, crop top and skirt. She put on the thong and was about to put on the skirt when Frank walked in. He looked at the clothes and shook his head. "No, wear this," he said handing her something black.

Jen assumed it was another of Sally's panties. But it wasn't. It was a bra.

"Frank this isn't my size," Jen said. She was an A cup. The black bra was a C.

"You said you wanted bigger breasts like Juliet's," he said.

"I'm not wearing this," Jen objected.

"Yes you are," Frank said with finality, giving her another stern look. He left the room and called out "Miranda, help Jenny please."

"Look what he wants me to wear," Jen said disbelievingly to Miranda, holding out the C cup bra.

"Just do it Jenny," Miranda urged her. "Believe me, it's easier to do what Frank says." She pulled the bra over Jen's arms and then reached behind to snap it. 

"But I look ridiculous," Jen said looking in the mirror. Her small breasts provided no support for the large C cups.

Miranda looked around for a box of tissues. Seeing one, she picked it up and began stuffing the bra with tissues. Jen gave Miranda a "what the fuck?" look.

"Don't tell me you've never done this," Miranda said.

"Yeah, like, when I was fourteen," Jen said sarcastically. She couldn't believe what was happening. What she was allowing to happen. 

"It's better just to go with what Frank says," Miranda said as she finished stuffing Jen's bra. With the bigger bust, Jen's petite crop top no longer fit. Miranda gave Jen one of hers. Jen put it on. The crop top was tight. It had 2 spaghetti straps and ended just above her belly button (perfectly showing off Jen's diamond belly ring). 

"You look fine," Miranda said consolingly.

Jen looked in the mirror. The C cup breasts looked too big for her slim petite figure. She didn't look natural. Instead, she looked like a girl who got too big a boob job. "Who'll be at the club tonight?" she asked. "The people from the beach?"

"Probably," Miranda said.

Jen's heart sank. Those people had seen her topless. They'd seen her small breasts. All of a sudden she had big tits? Those people would know she was wearing a stuffed bra. Jen's cheeks reddened, already feeling embarrassed and humiliated. But at the same time her pussy tingled. She couldn't help it. Frank controlled when she came. Why not this too?

Hugh poked his head into the room. "Mr. Tower wants to go," he said. Then his eyes went wide seeing Jen's big bust. He looked at her face and they locked eyes. Jen's cheeks got even more red.

"I'm not doing this," Jen said to Miranda when Hugh was gone.

"It's only a few hours," Miranda said. "Here, take this, it'll help." She offered the Ecstasy to Jen again.

Jen thought about it as she looked at the pill. It was only 7pm. The recreational drug would be through her system before the start of their family day tomorrow morning. It would help her deal with tonight. And Mike would be at the club, she'd explain then.

Jen took the pill and swallowed it. Almost immediately she felt calmer. Euphoria washed through her. She didn't notice the relief on Miranda's face.

"You look lovely," Frank said later at the Palomar. He stroked over her almost bare shoulder and down the spaghetti strap to the edge of the crop top. "How do you like your new bra?"

Jen flushed. "How long will we be here?" she asked. She was hot. Her pussy was tingling. She wanted to go home and fuck. She wanted – needed – an orgasm.

Frank grinned. "You've got your cum face on Jen honey," he said. "You love this don't you? Finally looking like a real woman."

Jen caught her breath, but it could have been a moan. "I'm already a real woman," she insisted.

Frank stroked down the front of her crop top. "Would you rather I made you wear the training bra?" he asked.

"No," Jen said immediately, her face becoming even redder.

Frank's other hand moved under her short skirt. Jen jumped when his fingertips grazed her pussy. The touch felt like an electric shock of pleasure.

"You're soaking Jenny," Frank said with a knowing grin. "Don't worry. I'll let you cum later."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 26-27



Looking into Frank's eyes, Jen's mouth opened slightly and a soft moan escaped her lips.

At that moment some of the girls from the beach approached. Their eyes went wide seeing Jen's big C cup chest. "Jenny, ah ..." one of the girls said. They giggled. Jen noticed Juliet wasn't laughing (in fact she was glaring at Frank) but that was little consolation. 

Jen's eyes watered with tears. She was completely embarrassed and humiliated. Who was she? Why had she allowed Frank to dress her like this? Had she lost all respect for herself, all her self-esteem? She felt like back in high school, when Colin always put her down, when her father either ignored her or criticized her (more than once her father called her a slut when he found out she was sleeping with Colin so no longer a virgin).

Jen suddenly needed to find Mike. Was he here? He would make things right.

Jen moved away from Frank and the beach girls. Juliet watched Jen go, concern on her face. 

Jen scanned the crowd for her husband. Mike was good at blending in so she didn't see him right away. But finally she saw him, in a darkened corner of the club. She hurried over to him.

"Jen what's this?" Mike asked staring at her chest.

Jen collapsed into her husband's arms. "It's Frank," she said sobbing. "More of his games."

Jen worried Mike would ask a lot of questions, maybe force her to go home. Jen didn't want that. She didn't want to have to explain why she let Frank do this to her. She didn't understand it herself, she couldn't bear to explain it to someone else, even her husband (especially her husband). And she didn't want to go home. It would be like admitting defeat. It probably didn't make sense, but that's how she felt.

To her surprise, Mike said "So make it your own." He stroked her long blonde hair to comfort her.

"What?" Jen said, not understanding.

Mike grinned and told her his idea.

Jen's eyes went wide. "Are you serious?" she said, a grin coming to her pretty face.

"Own it baby," Mike said encouragingly. "Turn it around on them."

Jen smiled. She liked Mike's idea. It was scary and crazy, but she liked it. "Okay, I'll do it," she said squeezing Mike's hand.

"Baby, are you high?" Mike said stroking Jen's cheek. Her eyes had that glassy look.

"Yeah, a little," Jen admitted sheepishly. "It's just –."

"It's okay, I get it," Mike said. "It's okay," he said again, tenderly stroking her face again.

"I really love you Mike," Jen told Mike, looking into his eyes and squeezing his hands. "You're my hero baby."

A few moments later Jen walked towards the stage. "I can't believe I'm fucking doing this," she said to herself. She was terrified but at the same time she felt like her mojo was coming back.

The bar was having a wet t-shirt contest on the stage. Jen joined the line.

The crowd was only half paying attention. But when it was Jen's turn people turned and paid more attention. Jen was easily the prettiest of the bunch. Also, the fake tits looked huge on her slim leggy frame.

"What's your name?" the DJ asked.

"Jen," she answered.

"Is your boyfriend here?" the DJ asked.

"My boyfriend and my husband," Jen said, looking at Mike and giving him a teasing smile. The DJ and the crowd laughed, thinking Jen was joking.

"You look kind of – high," the DJ teased. He'd seen a lot in the bar and knew the signs of recreational drugs.

With a big grin, Jen raised her fist and shouted "I'm having fun at the Palomar!" The crowd cheered and raised their fists in reply.

The DJ grinned. This pretty girl knew how to work a crowd. "So are you ready for this?" he asked, holding the bucket of ice water.

"I'm always ready Bob," Jen said. The crowd grinned up at Jen.

"My name's not Bob," the DJ said.

"That's not what you said last night," Jen teased, playfully rubbing her hip against his. The crowd laughed.

"Hey, I'm married," the DJ said feigning innocence. He was grinning, clearly enjoying the banter with this extremely pretty and bubbly girl.

"So am I," Jen said, smiling at Mike in the crowd again. The crowd hooted and laughed.

The DJ laughed too. "Okay, lean back Jen," he said. "Okay, here we go." The DJ poured the ice water down Jen's front.

Two things happened. First, Jen squealed as the ice water splashed over her. Second, the water soaked the tissues. Without their support, the C cup bra collapsed and formed a lumpy mound under Jen's now drenched crop top. 

The crowd was shocked into silence. It was an awkward moment, like being embarrassed for someone. But then Jen turned it around, just as Mike said to do it. She unsnapped the bra and whipped it from under the crop top. Wet tissues flew everywhere. "Here's to girls with little titties!" Jen yelled, flinging the bra into the crowd.

The crowd went wild, their embarrassment for Jen turning into admiring shouts and laughter. It was all a big joke, a set up! The men looked lustfully at her breasts, now outlined in the soaked crop top.

The beach girls laughed and applauded Jen. Now they understood, it was all a joke. Frank found himself smiling and applauding too. Jen locked eyes with him. He smiled and gave her a nod, as if saying "Okay you got me on this one."

Jen hurried down the stairs and rushed to find Mike. She was elated, suddenly feeling like herself again. She pulled him into a darkened corner of the bar. "Do you know how hot I am for you?" she said, covering his lips with hers and thrusting her tongue down his throat. She pulled up her skirt and wrapped her leg around his. "I want you," she told him, her hands on his belt and zipper. "Fuck me."

Mike pulled away. "I don't have a condom," he said.

"What?" Jen said.

"I don't have a condom with me," Mike said again. He asked "Tell me what happened today."

Jen looked into her husband's face, studying him. She so wanted Mike inside her. But she realized that wasn't what he wanted. Not at that moment. His head was in the game.

She ran her manicured fingernail across his lips. "All day you've been thinking about me with Frank, right?" she said with a knowing grin.

"Yeah," Mike said, breathing hard. "Frank fuck you?"

"This morning, when I got there," Jen said with a nod. She reached between their bodies and softly stroked his hard cock over his pants. "I wore the wig for him."

Mike touched his wife's long blonde hair. "I don't want you to cut your hair," he said.

"Of course not baby, it's just a game," Jen assured him. She added with a grin "It really turns Frank on though. He's definitely got a thing for brunettes."

"And this," Mike said, caressing her flat tummy and the belly ring. "He likes seeing it," he said noting how her crop top ended above her belly button.

"Yeah," Jen agreed.

"And big breasts," Mike said, moving his hand up and cupping her breast. With no bra and the crop top wet, it was almost like touching her bare skin. 

"Yeah," Jen said. "Paige's busty. So was Mrs. Tower. So's Miranda. I bet all his girls are busty."

"Except you," Mike said.

"I'm not exactly his girl," Jen said, still softly caressing Mike's hard-on over his pants. "But you want me to be right?" she said with a knowing smile. Jen felt Mike's cock jerk in his pants.

Mike asked "How big was that bra?"

"Really big. A C cup."

Mike thumbed her nipples. "I like your As," he said.

"I know you do baby," Jen said.

"You got off on it though, right?" Mike asked. He knew his wife.

"Like you get off on things," Jen said. She knew him just as well.

"Can I ask you something?" Mike said.

"Yes," Jen said, a little wary.

"Remember you told me Colin always wanted you to get bigger breasts?" he said, thumbing her nipple again to emphasize his question.

"Yes," Jen said, the word coming out like a moan. She so wanted her husband inside her. After being denied by Frank earlier, and so hot for Mike now, she'd cum as soon as he penetrated her. But she went along with what Mike wanted, and what he wanted was to play their game.

"If you stayed with Colin, would you have done it?" Mike asked. "Gotten bigger breasts for him?"

"Probably, eventually," Jen said with a shrug. "I still think about it sometimes."

"I don't want you to," Mike said.

"Then I won't," Jen assured him.

Mike moved his hand up to Jen's long blonde hair. He asked "If you were Frank's real girlfriend – if I weren't around – would you cut your hair, dye it brown?"

"I don't know about dying it," Jen said. "But yeah, I'd cut my hair if that's what he wanted. I've had short hair before you know."

"Like the wig?"

"Yeah. Shorter even."

"When?"

"Before I met you," Jen said. "It was my thing for a while. Wanting to look older." Then she added without being asked "And I wouldn't wear stockings or any hose, if that's what Frank wanted."

Jen was still softly stroking Mike. She felt his cock jerk again. "This really turns you on," she said. "Why?"

"The whole cuckold thing," Mike said. His throat was so dry from excitement he could barely be heard over the music. "You doing things for Frank instead of me."

"You said if I wasn't with you," Jen pointed out. "But I am with you. Like my hair. I wear it longer you know. For you. You're the one with the bra strap rule. That's what a girl does. She wants to look good for her man. You're my man Mike. Frank is just a game."

"I'm talking about if you did it now for Frank, even though you're with me," Mike said. He touched her stomach. "Like with the belly ring."

Jen looked into Mike's face, studying him. "You hate thinking I did this for Frank. And I didn't."

"You did," Mike said.

"No I didn't."

Mike stroked the belly ring. "He gave you this diamond."

"So?"

"It's bigger than your engagement rings," Mike said. Jen had 2 engagement rings. The first had a sapphire (her birthstone). Mike gave it to her when they got engaged. But Mike always felt bad because the sapphire was small (he didn't have much money at the time), so when he got his first big bonus check after their wedding he bought her the much more expensive diamond ring. The diamond was 3 carats. But the diamond of the belly ring was larger, 4 or 5 carats, and perfectly white and clear. It probably cost more than Jen's 2 engagement rings combined. Way more.

"It's just a stupid belly ring," Jen said.

"You never take it off," Mike pointed out.

"I'm not supposed to, it's still healing," Jen reminded him again. She eyed her husband. She saw more excitement than hurt. "It gets you hot though right? Frank's diamond is bigger. And I never take it off. But I take off your rings when I'm with Frank."

"Like now," Mike said excitedly, touching Jen's left hand and stroking her ringless ring finger.

"If I got bigger breasts for Frank, that would turn you on too, wouldn't it?" Jen asked. She felt Mike's cock jerk again.

"Yeah," Mike admitted. He hurriedly added "But I don't want you to, because it's permanent."

Jen slowly nodded, processing his words. Mike was all over the place about things. He gave her so many mixed signals. Cutting and dying her hair weren't permanent at all, but he couldn't stand the thought of that. Breast enhancement was reversible, but again that was a definite no-no. Of all his fantasies, having another man's child was absolutely permanent, a lifelong commitment, the most complicated. Yet, of everything, he was most open to that. At times he encouraged her down that path, urged her even. In fact, it had happened twice, the first resulting in a miscarriage, the second Anna.

Jen suddenly felt melancholy. Maybe it was the Ecstasy, accentuating both the lows as well as the highs. The memories made her sad. Both times had devastated her. The miscarriage and Mike almost dying; he still walked with a permanent limp. Then separating and almost losing each other forever. 

Mike's version of the game was so dangerous. Sometimes it was like he had blinders on, not aware of the risk. Not caring what happened to their marriage, their family.

Jen had a sudden, horrifying thought. Did Mike truly love her? Or was he in love with the game, and she was just a willing plaything to fulfill his fantasies?

"What?" Mike asked, sensing her mood change.

Jen looked into Mike's face. Trying to see into his soul. She wished she could read people as well as Frank. "How's Anna?" she asked.

"She's good," Mike said, looking curious at the sudden change of topic. "We were at the pool all day. At the beach too. She's like a little fish in the water. She conked out early."

"You used a lot of sun tan lotion?" Jen asked. "The sun block? Her skin's really fair."

"Of course honey," Mike assured her.

Jen paused, thinking. She was supposed to spend the night with Frank. Her body still tingled, she longed for sex. To be honest, her body craved the kind of hard fucking Frank could give her better than Mike. 

But at that moment, her mind, heart and spirit wanted to go home to the cabana. She wanted to be with Mike and Anna. She wanted Mike to claim her back. She wanted Mike to say "enough playing, let's go home, I want my wife back." Maybe their sex wouldn't be fireworks but orgasms weren't everything. They weren't even that important in the whole scheme of things. They'd hold hands and kiss and snuggle, check on their baby, spoon each other in bed. They'd love each other. Mike was the only man in the world who could do that for her.

Jen waited for Mike to say something. Her thoughts flashed to Juliet. How Roman broke up with her. Jen didn't want to be like Juliet. She didn't want to be alone, partying to forget.

After a few moments Mike said "You better get back to Frank."

"... yeah," Jen said after a moment's hesitation. She felt disappointed, lonely. Loved?

Hearing something in her voice, Mike said "You want to right?'

"Of course," Jen said, forcing herself back into the mood. After all she had her mojo back. And her body needed fucked. Really hard fucked. "Frank's awesome. Even with all his mind games. Or maybe because of them." She giggled. She squeezed Mike's hand. "You'll be there when I get home right?"

"Of course I will," Mike said thinking that was a strange question. 

"Okay ... then I better get going," Jen said. She forced a carefree laugh. "You know how Frank is."

"Yeah," Mike said grinning at her. He stroked her hair. "It's okay to lose control baby. I love when you're like that."

Jen gave Mike another long look. "Okay," she said feeling unsure. She hugged and kissed Mike. Then she turned and walked back to Frank and his group. 

When Jen arrived everyone laughed, applauded and clapped like she was a returning heroine. Frank pulled her into his arms and kissed her. They made out and traded tongue in front of everyone. Everyone applauded again.

Jen pulled Miranda aside. "Do you have more Ecstasy?" she asked. The talk with Mike had completely sobered her. She felt melancholy, lonely, sad. She needed something to get through the night.

"You want another one?" Miranda asked, giving her an "are you sure?" look.

"Something to take the edge off," Jen said forcing a carefree grin. Trying to keep things light, she joked "Maybe I'm PMSing."

Miranda handed Jen the second Ecstasy pill. "Be careful honey," she said. She watched Jen swallow the pill. As if making a decision, she said "You know you can always say no. Frank's a controlling ass, but he has limits. If you say no it stops."

"You mean the bra thing?" Jen said. Her eyes glazed over again as the Ecstasy hit her. She felt calmer like floating on clouds. The drug induced happiness pushed the sadness away. "Frank makes fun of me. It gets to me."

"Humiliation gets you hot?" Miranda asked.

Jen's cheeks reddened. Although with the Ecstasy, she was more turned on than embarrassed. "He makes fun of my breasts in front of people. Like making me take off my top at the beach. Mike's like that too. He's small. Back in high school, we had this test to rank guys. How long and how wide. Mike gets off he doesn't pass the test. I think he's happy he's small. It feeds his fantasies." 

"Does it get you off, you're only an A cup?" Miranda asked. Moving closer so their tits almost touched, she said "You know I'm a double D."

"Yeah I get that," Jen said with an awkward laugh.

"Mine are natural," Miranda said.

"Stop bragging okay," Jen said with another flushed laugh. "My best friend Allie, she's natural too."

"She has big breasts?"

"Yeah but not as big as yours," Jen said. "Big enough not to be jealous though. And hers are perfect too."

Miranda moved closer so now her big breasts did press against Jen's little ones. "The way you're jealous?"

Jen's cheeks were red. Her face felt hot. "Did Frank put you up to this?" she asked.

"No I just like to fuck with you," Miranda said with a grin.

"Bitch," Jen said. They both laughed. She looked at the gypsy woman. "You remind me of someone. Willow. A holistic therapist in New York."

"Oh my god that's my aunt!" Miranda said shocked.

"Oh my god, really?" Jen said, amazed at how small the world was sometimes. She suddenly felt more of a kinship with Miranda. "Willow helped my brother Joe. Before he passed."

"Oh god I'm sorry Jenny," Miranda said, squeezing Jen's hands.

The second Ecstasy was really hitting Jen when they got back to the villa. Jen was wobbly in her high heels as she walked to the door, and she slurred her words when she spoke.

"You gave her both pills?" Frank watched as Hugh and Lou helped Jen to his bedroom. If not for the bodyguards Jen was seriously in danger of falling down.

"The second, not too long ago," Miranda whispered. She looked at Jen. She was in no condition to give informed consent. Like Jen, she felt a greater kinship now that they had her Aunt Willow in common. "I don't feel good about this Frank. She can barely keep her eyes open."

Frank turned to look at Miranda, his eyes intense and hard. "You're telling me no Miranda?" he hissed.

Miranda took a step back, as if reeling from a physical blow. "No, not at all Frank," she said. She sputtered "It's just, how will Jenny feel tomorrow morning? And her husband. Won't he be furious?"

Frank grinned, although it looked like the smile of a snake. "Trust me Miranda, Jenny will be fine. And her husband? It might take a while but he'll get used to it. In any case, it doesn't matter what Mike wants. It's what I want."

"Frank god ... Jenny is Mike's wife," Miranda pointed out, feeling uncomfortable by all of this.

"You need to understand how the world works Miranda," Frank said matter-of-factly. "The better man wins. Always. Jenny and Mike are coming to understand that. Don't worry. I don't intend to end their marriage. They have a child after all. I'm not a cruel man. You agree, right Miranda? I let you have Johnny. You know he almost got engaged. But I made sure that ended, so you wouldn't lose him."

"Johnny broke up with Tracy because we have something," Miranda insisted.

"Sure Miranda, you can believe that if you want," Frank said with a grin. "But remember the other day. How eager Johnny was to fuck Jenny? Maybe you shouldn't be so defending of her." He gave Miranda the hard glare again. He hissed in a low dangerous voice "Maybe you should just fucking do what I tell you to do."

Miranda staggered back again. "Okay, I will Frank," she said meekly. She followed Frank towards his bedroom. Then she saw Johnny. "I need to get my bag. I'll be there in a minute," she told Frank.

"I thought you have what you need," Frank said looking at the bag in Miranda's hand.

"I forgot rubbing alcohol," Miranda said thinking fast. "You don't Jenny to get infected right?" She hurried away before Frank could say anything.

Miranda pulled Johnny to their bedroom. "Stay here Johnny okay?"

"Miranda, why?" Johnny asked. He called his friend Miss Romani only when Frank was around. Otherwise he called Miranda by her first name. "The action's in Frank's room."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 26-27



"Johnny, please," Miranda pleaded. Looking hurt, she snapped "Or is it you want to fuck Jenny again."

"God Miranda, I told you I was sorry," Johnny said looking guilty and regretful. "What else could I do? Frank ordered me."

"Yeah like you looked like you really hated fucking Jenny," Miranda said feeling angry, jealous and hurt.

"I mean, I'm a guy," Johnny said with the boyish grin that never failed to melt Miranda's heart. He took her hand and said "But you're my special girl Miranda."

Miranda smiled. She was twice Johnny's age but he always made her feel like a giddy schoolgirl. They weren't a couple, they'd never gone on a date. They were fuck buddies. But with potential.

"Just stay here, okay Johnny?" she said pleading again. She didn't want to see Johnny with Jenny again, and that was what would happen if he was in Frank's bedroom tonight. First, because Frank would order it. And second, because she knew in her heart Johnny wouldn't be able to resist Jenny. She liked Jenny, but the blue eyed blonde was just too darn sexy and irresistible with those long legs, tight butt and Covergirl pretty face. 

"Frank will be fine," Miranda assured Johnny. "Hugh and Lou are there. Don't worry, I'll tell Frank something." Johnny paused, then he nodded.

***************

"Where's Johnny?" Frank snapped as Miranda walked into his bedroom alone. 

"He's not feeling well," Miranda lied. "Maybe the fish he ate at dinner."

Frank scowled but didn't comment. 

"So what's the plan Frank?" Jenny called out with a giggle in her voice. She was on the bed and definitely way high. Her nympho switch was on and the Ecstasy added more to her horniness. She lusted for a hard cock. Or, smiling seductively at Hugh and Lou, multiple hard cocks.

Hugh and Lou grinned back at Jen. Mr. Tower had hinted they might get some of Jenny tonight. The bodyguards were definitely "up" for that. Jenny's hand jobs earlier had taken the edge off, but they wanted more of her tight body and sweet pussy. Both Hugh and Lou were smitten by Jenny Johnson.

Seeing the desire in the bodyguards' faces, Jen reached out and ran her hand up Hugh's leg. Not wanting to play favorites, she did the same to Lou. She was being bold and slutty but the Ecstasy lowered all her inhibitions. And anyway, Mike wanted her to lose control.

"Have you offered my girlfriend a drink Hugh?" Frank asked.

"No, sorry sir," Hugh said. "An appletini Miss Johnson?"

"Just vodka, a double," Jen said, slurring her words. Lou quickly poured the drink and offered her the glass. 

Jen took it and looked at the clear ice cold liquid (Frank kept his vodka in the freezer). Mike wanted her to lose control. He liked her that way. Well, fine. If he wanted her fucked up, she'd get fucked up. Jen gulped down the 110 proof vodka.

"Come here," Jen said pulling Lou down on top of her. She felt drunk now too in addition to being high. She was getting fucked up. She didn't care. 

Jen pressed her lips against Lou's, pushing her tongue into his mouth. With her free hand she pulled Hugh down next to her. Both men fondled Jen and took turns kissing her. Jen, her head cloudy with drugs and alcohol, thought to herself "This is what Mike wants. Lose control. Get fucked."

Frank let Lou and Hugh play with Jen until they were all panting. 

"Lou and Hugh, not yet," Frank said. "Wait outside please."

The bodyguards looked shaken and disappointed (and resentful) but they rose and left the bedroom. They didn't know what Frank planned. Lou and Hugh had become protective of Jenny. That wasn't surprising, in fact Frank assumed that would happen. Frank didn't want an awkward confrontation though. He was fond of Lou and Hugh at some level, he didn't want to have to fire them.

Frank looked at Miranda and nodded at her. Miranda reluctantly picked up her small black bag and got on the bed with Jen.

"How are you feeling honey?" Miranda said, using her fingers to brush Jen's blonde hair from her pretty face.

"Fucked up. And horny." Jen giggled as if she just told a joke. She was so high and drunk everything was funny. "Where did Hugh and Lou go? Where's Frank? God Miranda I need fucked."

"You are such a bad girl," Miranda said with a grin.

"You have no idea," Jen said with another giggle. "I'm such a slut. I adore big cocks. I can't get enough." Then she remembered the other day. Like a sloppy sentimental drunk she gushed out, "I'm so sorry about Johnny. I shouldn't have done that. You love him."

"I don't love Johnny," Miranda said with an incredulous laugh.

"Yes you do," Jen said with the rare insight brought on by being high. Then she collapsed on the bed on her back, her arms out. "God I'm so high. I'm gonna pass out."

Frank scowled at Miranda. Seeing it, Miranda winced. She hurriedly stroked Jen's face and said "Don't do that honey. Don't pass out. Remember I told you before Frank got me a client? You're my client."

"I'm your client?" Jen slurred, not understanding.

"Let's get this off you honey. It's damp. You'll catch cold," Miranda said, pulling off Jen's crop top. She touched the belly ring. "You like this?"

"God I fucking love it, I always wanted a belly ring," Jen gushed drunkenly.

Looking at Frank, Miranda said "I know something else you'll like."

"What?" Jen asked.

Miranda rubbed Jen's nipples. Jen arched her back and moaned at her touch. Her body was on fire, so ready for sex. That was how Jen was. With her nympho switch on, she craved sex constantly. At that moment she needed it even more, after all of Frank's mind fucks that day and the Ecstasy. 

"Your nipples are so sensitive," Miranda observed as she continued to thumb Jen's hard nipples.

"Yeah," Jen said as her breathing got heavier. "Are you going to fuck me Miranda? Is that what Frank wants, for me to fuck a girl?"

"Have you been with girls before?" Miranda asked curious.

"Yeah," Jen said, arching her back as Miranda continued to fondle her. Allie and Keri. That woman in Vegas. With her head fogged up Jen couldn't remember her name.

"Do you like girls?" Miranda asked.

"Sometimes," Jen said pushing her crotch against Miranda's thigh.

"Frank told me you used to cum from just this," Miranda said rubbing Jen's nipples a little harder. "But you can't anymore, not since you had Anna."

"Yeah, so?" Jen said between pants.

"I can give you that back Jenny," Miranda said. "The sensitivity. It'll be better than before."

"What? How?" Jen said confused.

"Let me pierce your nipples Jenny," Miranda said giving Jen a kiss on the cheek. "It'll feel so good, you won't believe it."

"No, I can't, my husband," Jen protested.

Frank came over and sat on the bed next to Jen. He replaced Miranda's hands on Jen's small breasts with his. "I want you to do this Jenny," he said thumbing her nipples. "Do this for me. There's nothing that turns me on more than pierced nipples. Do this for me." He wasn't being the forceful overbearing Frank. Instead he was being a boyfriend wanting his girlfriend to do something special for him. As if to emphasize that, he gave Jen a tender loving kiss on her lips.

"Mike doesn't like piercings," Jen protested.

"This is about you and me Jenny," Frank said giving Jen another kiss. "Don't you want to make me happy?"

"Yeah, but Mike –."

"Mike's a cuckold Jenny," Frank said. He touched her belly ring. "He likes this right? He'll love you pierced yourself for me. Believe me Jenny. He'll get off on it."

Even with her brain and good sense fogged by Ecstasy, vodka and lust, Jen remembered her earlier conversation with her husband. Mike wanted her to do things for Frank. He wanted her to lose control. 

Jen looked into Frank's eyes. "You really want this?" she asked. "You want my nipples pierced?"

"More than anything Jenny," Frank said with another loving kiss to her lips.

Jen looked at Miranda. "Will it hurt?"

"Not too much honey," Miranda said with a kind smile and a stroke of Jen's cheek. "Just a little pinch."

"... okay," Jen said hesitantly.

Miranda cleaned Jen's nipples with antiseptic wipes. Then she took out a long thin needle from her bag. It looked like the same needle she used to pierce Jen's belly button.

"Close your eyes Jen honey," Frank said tenderly to Jen, kissing her cheek. "It'll be done in a second."

Miranda pierced Jen's right nipple. She quickly inserted the nipple ring Frank had given her earlier. She repeated this with Jen's left nipple. Then she rubbed more antiseptic on both nipples. "There all done," she said. She held up a mirror so Jen could see.

Jen looked at her nipples. They were pierced now, with a tiny platinum bar running through them. On the ends of both bars were sparkling diamonds. Frank's nipple rings matched his belly ring. "They're beautiful," Jen gushed.

"You're beautiful," Frank said as he got on top of Jen. (Miranda took the opportunity to scurry from the room and to find Johnny.) Seeing the extremely pretty Jenny Johnson – the young beauty he knew from high school – with her nipples pierced got Frank so hot. He was rock hard again, which was somewhat unusual since he'd cum earlier that day with Jen and it was late. But seeing Jenny pierced in her belly button and now her nipples made him frantic with lust.

Frank pulled Jen's skirt and thong off, leaving her naked now in just her high heels. Jen was soaking wet. Frank pushed into her pussy. Despite being inflamed with desire, Frank took his time, fucking Jenny with long slow strokes as he kissed all over her beautiful face. "You're very special to me Jenny," he gushed. He lovingly kissed Jen's newly pierced nipples. "These belong to me now."

Jen looked into Frank's eyes as he made love to her. Frank took Jen's hands and raised them above her head. "You're going to cum," he told her. He read it in her face and body.

"Yeah," Jen said panting. She was just on the edge.

"Cum on my cock Jenny," Frank said fucking her hard.

"Oh god!" Jen cried as her orgasm hit. Her pussy convulsed around Frank's thick cock as massive orgasmic pleasure fired through her body.

Frank let her hands go. Jen immediately wrapped her arms around Frank's neck and pulled him down to kiss her. "You're special to me too," Jen said between kisses. "I want you to cum inside me." 

Jen's show of affection pushed Frank over the edge and he came, shooting his load into Jen's pussy.

Frank pulled out and fell onto his back, panting. He pulled Jen into his arms and they snuggled for long moments. "You want more," he said knowingly.

Jen didn't say anything but he could see it in her face, feel it in her body. He wasn't like Mike, he didn't do it to watch. He did it because he wanted to make Jenny happy. And to get Jenny to realize what she was. Jenny Johnson was a slut. Not a goddess. She was a slut. Plain and simple. A slut.

Frank called for Hugh and Lou. They gave Jen pleasure until she finally passed out. They wore condoms in Jen's pussy. And, at Frank's orders, they were very careful and gentle around Jen's new nipple rings.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 28-29



Cheating and Rivals – Part 28

(Part 4 of the Caribbean vacay)

The sun was shining in the window when Jen slowly woke up. She felt disoriented, not knowing where she was. Oh yeah, the villa, Frank's bedroom. She was alone in bed although the room stank of sex.

Jen's body ached. Memories of the hard fucking she got from Hugh and Lou flittered through her groggy head. She also remembered images of making love with Frank. Making love ...

Jen slowly got out of bed. She quickly gripped a chair as the room spun. The Ecstasy and vodka weren't all out of her system yet. Her stomach felt queasy and her groggy head hurt. 

Jen's body ached from the pounding. Hugh and Lou had taken her everywhere. Relentlessly. Often at the same time. Her pussy and ass felt tender. Her jaw ached too and her mouth tasted bad. God she'd been such a slutty cum bucket. She realized her nipples felt really sore too.

Then she remembered. Her nipples! Her hands jerked to her breasts. "Oh god," she said as she felt something. Suddenly sober she rushed to the full length mirror.

"Oh my god," Jen said as she looked in the mirror. At her breasts. At her newly pierced nipples. "Mike's going to kill me," she lamented to herself. Or Frank. Or himself. Maybe all of us.

At that moment Miranda walked in. "Are you okay honey?" she hesitantly asked.

"I can't believe this," Jen said staring at her pierced nipples. "I never wanted this. Not like my belly ring."

"You did it for Frank," Miranda said. "That's what you said last night."

Wonderful, Jen thought. Mike was going to be really happy with that. 

"You can always take them out," Miranda said, offering Jen hope. "It's like your ears, they'll close up. But you don't need to decide now. You have months. Why don't you try them out? They look sexy and feel amazing. Just wait."

"Mike's going to be really upset," Jen lamented.

"You can take them out right now and he probably won't even notice," Miranda said. "But Frank will be upset if you do that. He's really into piercings. And you know how he is."

"You've done this for his other girlfriends?" Jen asked.

"Not for years, since Sally died," Miranda said. "He kind of withdrew from the world. I still saw him, and he ran his businesses. But his love of life was gone. He's back now, I think because of you Jenny. I'm happy he's back."

"You're happy?" Jen asked skeptically. "After how he treats you and Johnny?" 

"I owe Frank a lot," Miranda said. "He loaned me money for my business. He introduced me to Johnny when I needed someone. Frank's always there when I need help. Yeah, he's a controlling manipulative ass. That's the price you pay to be in Frank's world. But I'm still here. He gives a lot more than he takes."

"You should've warned me yesterday," Jen said with a frown at Miranda.

"Jenny I feel so bad about this," Miranda said in a pleading voice. "If Frank asked me to ink you I wouldn't have. That's permanent, I'd never do that to anyone. But it's just a little piercing. It's not permanent. I know you think I'm terrible. But it's like an ear piercing. You can take it out if you want." After a moment she added "Maybe someday Frank will ask you to do something. You just have to make the best of it."

Jen was mad at Miranda, but she felt sorry for her too. She would never allow herself to get so caught up with Frank that she would do something like this to another person. But Jen wasn't a confrontation person and Miranda was right, she could always just take out the nipple rings. So she hugged Miranda and said "I'm mad at Frank, not you."

"You can always take them out, they'll close up," Miranda said again. "But at least wait until after the soreness so you can feel the sensations. They're really amazing."

"When will the soreness be gone?" Jen asked.

"A week, two weeks at most," Miranda said. "Remember to gently clean with rubbing alcohol, like your belly ring."

Jen needed to get home as it was passed 10. She was supposed to be home before Anna got up. Jen cringed at another missed promise.

Jen smelled like sex. That would probably be okay with Mike, but clearly she couldn't go home to Anna smelling like she did. She went into the bathroom and hurriedly showered. After toweling off, she gently rubbed her nipples with the rubbing alcohol Miranda left behind. Then she tossed the small plastic bottle in her bag.

When she emerged from the bathroom Frank was there. She ignored him as she pulled panties from her bag.

"I have these panties," Frank said, holding a pair of lacy white panties. They were like all the others, just a different color.

"Fuck you Frank, I'm tired of your games," Jen snapped. She motioned to her newly pierced nipples. "Seriously?" 

"I think they look beautiful and incredibly sexy," Frank gushed. He stuffed the white panties in Jen's bag.

"Oh, I'll tell Mike you think so, he'll be so happy you approve," Jen said sarcastically. She reached into her bag and threw the panties back at him. She also threw the money from yesterday at him. "Keep your money," she spat out.

Frank sighed. "This is about you and me," he said. "Mike doesn't matter."

"Mike's my freaking husband and he doesn't like piercings," Jen said angrily.

"When are you going to understand Jenny?" Frank said impatiently. "Mike is a cuckold. What he thinks, what he wants, it doesn't matter."

"He's my husband, of course it matters," Jen said.

"Jenny, you're not getting this," Frank said impatiently. From his tone of voice, he was treating her like she was a stupid teenager. "Your husband is a cuckold. Not only doesn't he matter, he doesn't want to matter."

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"He doesn't want you to care what he thinks," Frank said. "Jenny, he's a cuckold. Think about it. He gets off on that." 

Jen frowned at Frank. She didn't like being talked down to. Her father treated her like she was dumb. So did Colin. Growing up, influenced by her father and Colin (and other men who never got beyond her physical beauty), she thought she WAS dumb. Mike changed all that. Now she was respected in the marketing field, considered a star even.

Still, Frank's words rang a bell with her conversation with Mike yesterday. She was still annoyed with Frank though. "You did it without my permission," she said angrily as she put on her bra. 

"I asked you last night," Frank said. "You had your safe word."

"I was freaking high! And drunk!" Jen said angrily, practically yelling. "You did it without my permission Frank!"

"Okay, I did it without your permission," Frank admitted with a shrug. "But I understand you Jenny. You want a man who'll take control. Both in bed and in your life."

"Mike is the man in my life," Jen insisted.

"Mike is a good person, he has some admirable qualities," Frank conceded. "I can see why you want him in your life to some extent."

"To some extent?" Jen said, incredulous at the way Frank was minimizing Mike. "Frank he's my husband. He's the freaking father of my baby."

"Jen," Frank said with a disapproving shake of his head. "Listen to your own words. Not the father of Anna. But the 'father of YOUR baby.' We both know Mike is not Anna's real father. Anna's real father is that musician, Frankie."

"I can't deal with this!" Jen said holding her hands out like she didn't want to hear any more. She put on the sundress from yesterday and looked in the mirror. God. The nipple rings were noticeable even through the bra and dress.

"Can Hugh or Lou drive me home?" she asked Frank.

"Of course," Frank said. Jen turned to go but Frank stopped her by grabbing her wrist. "Think about this Jenny. Last night. Yes, Mike would have asked your permission. I didn't. But you don't want me to Jenny. Not deep down. Like your rape fantasy. If I'd asked, it would have ruined it for you. You know that. You don't want a man who asks permission. You want a man who takes what he wants. You want to be controlled. Mike doesn't do that. I do. I do Jenny."

Jen stared at Frank. Then finally she pulled away. Just before leaving the bedroom she turned and looked at Frank again. Frank had the white panties in his hand, holding them out to her. Jen hesitated, then took them from him. She put them in her bag. 

Just as Jen was about to walk away, Frank said "Don't wear them for Mike."

Jen looked at Frank again. Then she turned and left.

Lou and Hugh drove Jen to the cabana. Jen was shaken on a lot of levels. Thoughts, feelings and desires swirled in her mind. Sensing her mood, the bodyguards drove in silence.

Anna squealed with delight when Jen arrived. "Mommy had to work honey," Jen explained when Anna asked. She played with Anna while glancing warily at Mike. He looked angry and hurt.

After a little while Jen approached Mike. "I'm sorry I'm late," she whispered. "Thanks for being here." She kissed Mike on the cheek and squeezed his hand. She didn't risk hugging him because she didn't want him to feel the nipple rings.

"What did you think I'd do? Take Anna some place to get back at you?" Mike said angrily in a low voice. "YOU have to deal with your daughter waking up and not being here. Besides, I said I'd be here. I don't break promises."

Jen winched at his rebuke. She felt like a bad wife, a bad mother, a bad person. She felt like a complete fuck up.

Seeing the tension, Maggie took Anna in for lunch and a nap. 

"Can we talk? Something happened last night," Jen said. Thankfully Mike hadn't noticed the dents in the dress around her nipples.

"So now you're going to explain why you're hours late?" Mike said angrily.

"Mike, please?" Jen said pleadingly.

Mike nodded, still glaring. They went into their bedroom. Jen closed the door.

"Promise me you won't get angry," Jen said squeezing Mike's hands.

"Seriously Jen?" Mike said sarcastically, jerking his hands away. She expected a free pass after being hours late? After she broke her promise? Again! She expected it to be that easy?

"Please Mike," Jen pleaded, reaching for his hands again. She gripped his hands tight so he couldn't pull away without hurting her. She knew he would never risk that. "You told me to lose control. So I got fucked up last night. I'm still hung over. Please don't shut me out. We need to talk."

"Okay, fine, whatever. Talk," Mike said tersely. He pulled his hands away from Jen's (not violently). He crossed his arms and waited.

"Don't get mad before I explain," Jen said.

"Jen just say what you're going to say," Mike said irritably.

Jen figured there was no good time for this. And he was going to find out soon anyways. She took Mike's hands and pulled them to her bosom. She opened his hands so they cupped her breasts.

Mike figured this was Jen's normal trick, of using her body and makeup sex to get him to forgive her latest broken promise. But then he felt something around her nipples and his eyes went wide with shock and alarm.

"Mike wait –," Jen said but Mike ignored her. Her jerked off her dress and then her bra. His mouth opened wide with shock as he looked at his wife's breasts.

Frank pierced her! The fucking bastard pierced his wife's nipples! His wife! His! He violated HIS wife!

"I'm going to kill him!" Mike roared. He got up and moved towards the door. Along the way he angrily threw a chair aside, almost hitting Jen. Mike was furious! Enraged! Frank had violated his wife! Mike had never been so mad, so furious! 

Mike was going to kill Frank. He didn't know how, but he was going to do it. If the bodyguards got in the way he'll kill them too. He didn't care what would happen to him. All he knew was Frank Tower was going to die.

"No, Mike, please!" Jen screamed. She threw herself onto the floor and hugged Mike's legs. 

"Get off!" Mike yelled, pushing Jen away. This time he was violent! 

Jen hit the side of the bed but then immediately lunged at Mike again. She hugged his legs, trying to stop him. If Mike attacked Frank then Hugh and Lou would have to defend their charge. Frank was bigger and more muscular than Mike and the bodyguards were ex-Navy Seals! They carried guns! If Mike attacked Frank he'd get hurt! He might get really hurt!

"Get the fuck off me Jen!" Mike yelled, jerking Jen's arms away.

"Let me explain, please!" Jen begged him, wrapping her arms around his legs again, tears running down her cheek.

At that moment they heard crying. The crying of a little girl. Mike and Jen looked towards the bedroom door. The door was open. Anna stood there, with Maggie behind her. Anna was crying.

The fight suddenly went out of Mike. Not the anger or hurt, the feelings of being betrayed and violated, but the fight. "Let me go Jen," he said, this time not yelling. Jen let him go and Mike went to their baby, picking her up and hugging her. "It's okay Anna, it's okay," he said soothingly to her.

Jen wrapped a blanket around her. She got on the bed. "Bring her here Mike," she said softly. Mike brought Anna over and they laid on the bed with Anna between them. They snuggled, kissed and soothed Anna until she stopped crying.

But there was more to be said. Jen looked over at Maggie. Maggie nodded and came over. "Come on Anna banana, time for your nap," she said. 

Anna looked at her mother and father. She was only 3 but she was in tuned with her parents' emotions and moods. They were her entire life. She hated when they argued. Whenever they did it was like her life was over.

Anna took Mike's hand and Jen's hand. She pressed them together with her own small hands so Mike and Jen were holding hands. In her 3 year old voice she said "Like this."

Maggie gave Mike and Jen a weak smile. She also didn't like when her friends argued (who did?). She lifted Anna up from the bed to give them space to talk. "Time for your nap Anna," she said.

Anna's eyes remained on her parents hands, their fingers still intertwined together. "Like that," she said again, pointing at their hands.

"Okay Anna," Jen said squeezing Mike's hand.

"Yeah, okay Anna," Mike said. Mike didn't return Jen's squeeze.

Maggie and Anna left the bedroom. Mike let go of Jen's hand and he closed the door. This time he locked it.

"Please let me explain," Jen whispered pleadingly.

"So explain!" Mike hissed angrily. At least he wasn't shouting or threating to kill Frank.

"Okay," Jen said with a grimace, the harshness of Mike's voice hitting her almost like a physical blow. Her husband didn't often raise his voice or speak so angrily at her, so when he did she really felt it. "Can I have my rings please?" she said.

Mike still glared at her. But he reached into the zippered pocket of his bathing suit and handed Jen her wedding and engagement rings. She put them back on.

"First I want to say this isn't an excuse. I have no excuse. I'm a complete fuck up," Jen said. She paused a moment, hoping he would say something like "you're not a fuck up." That's what he usually said. But this time he didn't say anything, remaining silent with his arms crossed.

Continuing on, Jen said "I want you to know I can take them out right now. My nipples will close up just like an ear piercing and in a week you won't know anything happened."

"That's supposed to make me feel better?" Mike said bitterly, feeling betrayed, jealous, violated and hurt. Bad hurt. Mike pulled the blanket from her. He felt masochistic, wanting to see what Frank did to his wife's body. How he marked her. Branded her. It was like a kick in the gut (or balls), seeing Jen's small perfect breasts marred with metal studs through her perky nipples.

"No I'm just saying this isn't permanent, not even close to permanent," Jen assured Mike, purposely keeping her voice calm. "I got fucked up last night Mike. After I saw you. You said you wanted me to lose control. I'm not blaming you, it's all my fault. But I got so wasted last night. Miranda was there. You know she did my belly button. Frank's really into piercings. He asked me to do it. So I did it."

"That's it, your excuse?" Mike said incredulously. This wasn't an excuse or even an explanation. It was nothing more than a confession.

"No honey I told you I don't have an excuse. I'm just telling you what happened," Jen said. "I completely fucked up."

"So you admit you did it for Frank," Mike said bitterly.

"Yes but I was drunk and high," Jen said. "Otherwise I wouldn't have done it."

"You did it for Frank," Mike said angrily although he managed to keep his voice low as he didn't want to further alarm Anna. "You let him pierce your nipples. You're my wife. Your body belongs to me. You realize how betrayed I feel?"

"I'm so sorry Mike," Jen said earnestly. "I was drunk, high. It happened in a second. I fucked up Mike but it's not permanent. I can take them out right now. They'll be just like before."

"So why haven't you?" Mike said challengingly. "Go ahead, take them out."

"I thought you might like to look at them first to see if you like it," Jen said.

"You are so full of shit!" Mike spat out. "You're keeping them in because Frank wants you to."

Jen winched at her husband's accusation. "Okay, that's part of it," she conceded. "But a big part is you. They're in now. So I thought I'd see if you like them."

"Well I don't like them," Mike said, knowing he probably sounded like a pouting child but not caring. "So take them out. Now."

"Okay ... I'll take them out if you want," Jen said hesitantly.

Her hesitation was like another dagger to his heart. "See? It's not up to me," Mike said bitterly. "You're keeping them in for Frank."

"That's not it," Jen said.

"You just said it was," Mike said accusingly.

"I mean, Frank's just part of it," Jen said. "Another part is, my nipples aren't as sensitive since Anna. I never told you that, but, I mean, it's true. Nipple rings are supposed to increase sensitivity. I guess I want to see if that's true. So that's the main reason."

Jen looked into Mike's face. He wasn't at all happy or satisfied by her answer. "And the other main reason is you," she said. "I really do want to see if you like them. You're angry. I know you don't like them now. But they won't heal for months. That's what Miranda says. Any time before then I can take them out and the piercings will close up and my nipples will be just like before. So I thought maybe you'd like to play with them a little."

"You mean, Frank can play with them," Mike said bitterly. "He's the one into piercings. You did it for him, not me."

"Mike, baby, you're in control," Jen assured him, rubbing his arm. "It doesn't matter what I want, or what Frank wants. If you say so, I take them out right now. It's just, I mean ... they're in now. I never wanted pierced nipples, but now they're in. And I guess I'm kind of curious."

"And also, this way Frank gets what he wants," Mike said pointing out the fact.

"Yeah, I mean ... yeah," Jen said weakly, not able to deny the truth.

Mike looked at Jen's breasts. He noticed immediately the nipple rings matched the belly ring. Platinum studs with sparkling diamonds. "You're my wife. Your body is supposed to belong to me," he said resentfully. "But Frank's changing you the way he wants. He pierces your belly button. He pierces your nipples. You don't wear stockings anymore. Soon you'll cut your hair short for him."

"Mike I'll never cut my hair," Jen assured him.

"What, another promise?" he spit out sarcastically, referring to how she was hours late.

"Mike please," Jen pleaded. "You can't hold that against me. Okay, if I was fucking or even having breakfast with Frank, then yeah. But I was passed out. That's why I was late. I'm still kind of hung over. I woke up, I rushed home."

"You showered," Mike pointed out. Jen's hair was still damp.

"I couldn't let Anna see me like that," Jen said. Her body had reeked of sex. Her blonde hair had been matted with sperm, and there were dried cum splotches all over her body. "If it was just you I wouldn't have showered. But Anna was here."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 28-29



"So you fucked Frank," Mike said bitterly. "And his bodyguards too right?"

Jen winced, his demeaning words like a physical blow. It felt like a dagger to her heart whenever Mike talked to her like she was a slut. Tearing up, she said "Last night, not this morning. Nothing happened today. And Mike ... isn't that the point?"

It was Mike's turn to look down. They were both silent for long moments.

"You're wearing his jewelry," Mike said breaking the silence. "You wear it 24/7, at work, when you sleep, when you shower. Don't you see? Frank's manipulated it so you think about him all the time."

"I don't," Jen insisted. "I see it but it's like, whatever. It's like anything. I get desensitized to it. Honestly? During the day I think about Anna most. And then you. And then Allie cause Darren's still putting her through shit. And then maybe my mom if she's going through drama with my dad. And then the latest fire drill going on at work. And then, somewhere down there, along with all my other friends and people I know, I think about Frank. Maybe. Sometimes. I probably think about Jasmine's freaking campaign more than I think about Frank."

"You're full of shit," Mike said not believing her.

"Mike I'm not," Jen said grabbing his hands. "Think about it baby. During the week, about the only times we talk about Frank is when you bring him up."

"That's a lie," Mike said with exasperation. "Just the other day you said you were afraid of losing control with Frank."

"I'm not lying," Jen insisted. "Okay ..." she began, then paused, trying to figure out how to explain how she felt. "I guess it's more like, I force myself not to think about Frank."

"Jen how is that better?" Mike said with an incredulous bitter laugh. Her words tore at him. Another dagger to his heart.

"God how can I explain this?" Jen said, burying her face in her hands in frustration. Giving it another try she said "It's like the Mets. They're having a good year right?"

"They're in the World Series," Mike said with a nod.

"So you're really into it, right?" Jen continued. "You probably could spend all day thinking about it. But you don't, you force yourself to think about something else. And once you do that, you forget all about the Mets. Because they're not really important."

Mike looked incredulously at her. "Do you know the last time they won the World Series?" he said. "Like, 30 years ago."

"Well, I mean, they suck," Jen said.

Mike shrugged. "At least I'm not a Cubs fan," he said under his breath.

"Okay Mike, whatever," Jen said feeling frustrated again. "The Mets aren't a good example. But something else. Something you think about a lot, but it doesn't really matter. You see what I mean?"

"Jen ... I get what you're saying, but how can you say Frank doesn't matter to you? When you're worried about losing control? How he might hurt our marriage?"

"I never said that," Jen said. "I said how Frank might affect us." She emphasized the word "might."

"What's the difference?" 

"He MIGHT affect us but he WON'T affect us," Jen said firmly. "I won't allow that. Frank's just a game. I just don't want you to get bad hurt while we're playing."

Mike waved at her newly pierced nipples and said "You mean like this?"

"This is me fucking up baby," Jen said reaching for his hands again. "But don't you see how it's part of our game? Yes I did it for Frank, okay, that's part of it. But I can take them out, they're not permanent. It's like a henna tattoo. It's not permanent. But it adds to the game. Aren't they kind of exciting?"

"You're my wife," Mike said shaking his head. "Your body's mine." He waved at her breasts again. "We're playing the game but this is over the line. You broke the rules."

"What rules Mike?" Jen said with exasperation. "You want me to let Frank get me pregnant. What are the freaking rules?"

That shut Mike up. They were silent again. Jen took the opportunity to wrap a blanket around her, both because she was cold in the air conditioning (she was only wearing her thong panties) and because she thought they'd have a better chance of resolving this if the nipple rings weren't in Mike's face. She also took the opportunity to lean into Mike's arm. She was happy and relieved when he didn't pull his arm away. Although he didn't hug her to him either.

After a while Mike said "I talk about it. But I don't really want it to happen. I mean I do. I want to experience it, like Jim and Stacy. But I don't want it to be real. Does that make any sense?"

"I get it baby," Jen said snuggling deeper into his arm. She took his hand so now his arm was wrapped around her. "But this isn't like my rape fantasy, where it can feel real but be pretend. There's no way to do a Jim and Stacy without it being real. Like, lifetime real. But the nipple rings, they're like a temporary tattoo. I can take them out. You see? I fucked up but it's not that bad."

Mike wasn't ready to concede anything about the nipple rings. Instead he stayed with Jim and Stacy. He said "Stacy's pregnant with their second. Jim texted me. We're supposed to get together some time to catch up."

"So they'll have 2," Jen said. She was curious about the news but there were more important things to think about. "You're Anna's father," she said, being careful with the way she said it. WTF, did she really say to people "Mike is the father of my baby"? She'd have to be more careful in the future. "When we have another baby – and I do want another, maybe 2 more – I want it to be with you Mike. That's something I want to experience with you. The game is something, but this is real life, this is forever. Don't you want to experience that with me?"

"I'll be the father of all your babies," Mike promised.

"Mike ... you know what I mean," Jen said.

"Jen I can't have children," Mike reminded her.

"We don't know that, you've only taken 1 test," Jen said. "There are specialists, procedures. We're both still young. You have to stop thinking you can't have children."

Mike was silent again. With one arm around Jen, he used his other to part the blanket. He looked at her new nipple rings. The small diamonds sparkled in the sunlight streaming in the window. "How do you take them off?" he asked.

"One diamond screws in," Jen said. Miranda didn't need to tell her that, she knew how nipple rings worked (Allie used to have them for a short time in college). "Do you want me to take them off?"

Mike didn't answer. Instead he tenderly touched her nipples. "Does it hurt?"

"They're sore," Jen said. "Miranda says they'll be better in a week or two."

"I remember you talking about getting a belly ring," Mike said. "But I don't remember you ever talking about getting your nipples pierced."

"That's right," Jen said. "Allie got hers pierced in college for a while, but I was never into it."

"So you really did it for Frank," Mike said, repeating what Jen had already admitted. Although this time there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

"I was high and drunk." 

"But it's not like the belly ring," Mike said touching her nipples again. "You didn't want it, I didn't want it. You did it for Frank."

"I was fucked up," Jen said. She carefully said the next words, not wanting Mike to go crazy. "Frank took advantage of me. I've already told him that's not acceptable. I'll make sure he never does this again. I promise." Seeing the skepticism in Mike's face, she said "I really promise Mike. I swear."

Jen noticed Mike wasn't angry anymore. He was still hurt, probably jealous, but there was excitement there now. She paused, then said "Remember last night, you said doing things for Frank and not you turns you on?" She reached out and touched Mike's cock over his bathing suit. He was really hard. "Is this something like that?" she said softly squeezing his erection.

Mike didn't reply but Jen's felt his cock shudder. She got down on the floor, on her knees. She pulled off his bathing suit. 

"No Jen," Mike said, stopping her as she was about to go down on him. "I'm still not sure how I feel about this."

"I know baby," Jen said pulling her long blonde hair to the side. "We can talk better though, if you're not distracted by this." She lowered her head and swallowed Mike into her mouth. She only sucked him for a few moments as she didn't want him to cum that way.

Jen got on the bed and pulled off her thong. She straddled Mike's hips. She saw something in his eyes. "What do you want baby?" she breathed into his ear. She knew he needed to say it, not her. Especially after what happened last night. And anyways, it was his fantasy.

"We better use a condom," Mike said, breathing hard.

"Okay, if that's what you want," Jen said. She kissed his cheeks and then his lips. "One of Frank's?"

"Yeah," Mike said.

Jen reached into their bag and pulled out the box of Durex condoms. Never taking her eyes from his, she opened the small package with her teeth and then rolled the extra thick condom on Mike's hard cock. 

"How does that feel?" she asked as she stroked him with her hand.

"I can't feel much," Mike said truthfully.

"I think Frank wants to make sure only he cums inside me," Jen said, playing along with Mike's fantasies.

"Yeah," Mike said, his cock jerking in her hand. "He makes Hugh and Lou wear extra thick condoms?"

"No," Jen said. "They wear the normal kind. The ones that almost feel like skin."

"Frank's not worried about the condoms breaking?" Mike asked, his throat dry from excitement.

"I think it's more like, he doesn't want you to cum inside me," Jen said.

Mike was breathing hard as he looked into his wife's face. "Frank probably doesn't want my cock inside you at all," he said.

"That's not going to happen," Jen said. There was only so far she would go with Mike's fantasy. Or Frank's. She reached down and guided her husband into her.

"I love you. Only you," Jen told Mike, looking into his eyes. "I always want you inside me." 

Even though Mike was small, she grimaced as she moved up and down on him. Noticing, Mike said "You're sore?" 

Jen nodded but said "I'm okay."

"They fucked you hard?" Mike asked. When she nodded he asked "How much?"

"A lot," Jen admitted.

"Just your pussy?" 

"Everywhere," Jen said. "But yeah, my pussy. I probably feel loose."

"Yeah," Mike said. He could barely feel her pussy walls. The Durex condom made it worse.

"Does that excite you?" Jen asked looking in his eyes.

"Yes," Mike said looking back into her eyes.

Jen hesitated, not certain if Mike was entirely into game playing. But then she said "They fucked my mouth too." As she said that she pressed her lips against his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Mike groaned, and then grunted and came.

As she usually did, Jen took off the condom. She went into the bathroom to throw it away. Then she returned to bed, pulling the blankets up and snuggling into Mike's arms. Now he was holding her back. There were things still unresolved, but she felt like they were pass the bad parts.

As they snuggled Maggie knocked. "Anna's out like a light," she said hesitantly. She was relieved to see they weren't fighting anymore. "I'm kind of tired too. I think I'll take a nap."

"Can you listen for Anna?" Jen said. "We might go to the pool."

"Sure, I'll sleep on the sofa," Maggie said.

"You want to go to the pool?" Mike asked.

"We need to talk more," Jen said stroking his chest. "I saw there's a hot tub? It's looks kind of private."

"Yeah," Mike said, agreeing. He'd seen the hot tub too. Even though a few cabanas shared the pool and hot tub, the hot tub was mostly unused because it was off by itself.

They got into their bathing suits. Jen put on the pink one from the other day. Even though the pink bikini wasn't nearly as daringly revealing as the black ones she bought for Frank, the new nipple rings were clearly outlined in the cups of the top. Mike frowned, not sure how he felt about that.

Mike went into the kitchen for a bottle of chilled white wine and 2 wine glasses. Jen checked on Anna. Their baby was sound asleep, exhausted from the sun and playing in the water. Jen stroked her soft blonde hair and kissed her cheek.

Maggie was reading a magazine on the sofa. She glanced at Jen and did a double take. "Jen did you get your nipples pierced?" she asked surprised, looking at the dents in Jen's bikini top.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. "Last night."

"Oh my god Jen!" Maggie gushed. "You are so my hero!"

Jen couldn't help smiling.

"Can I see them?" Maggie asked eagerly.

Still smiling, Jen pulled down the cups. The 4 diamonds sparkled in the sunlight. "God they're beautiful!" Maggie gushed. "They match your belly ring. Frank gave them to you?"

"Yes," Jen said.

"You pierced your nipples for Frank?" Maggie asked.

Jen put a finger to her lips, glancing at the kitchen warily. Looking back at Maggie she nodded her head. 

"How does Mike feel about that?" Maggie whispered.

Jen eyed her husband in the kitchen as he used a corkscrew to open the wine. "Still working on that," she whispered back. "Mags, don't tell anyone at work okay?" Maggie still temped sometimes at Jen's work.

"You got it boss lady," Maggie said, watching as her boss and mentor (and hero) fixed the bikini top to cover her nipples.

Cheating and Rivals – Part 29

(Part 5 – the last part – of the Caribbean vacay)

"Tell me what you're thinking," Jen said to Mike a few minutes later as they sat in the hot tub. They sat facing each other. There were a few families by the pool but they were alone at the moment in the hot tub.

"I'm wondering how far Frank's going to take things," Mike said.

"I don't know," Jen said. "It's up to us."

"I don't feel like I have any say in it," Mike said resentfully.

"Mike you have all the say," Jen said. "If you say stop we stop." 

"Do you want to stop?" Mike asked. "I want you to be honest. Do you want to stop?"

Jen hesitated, then admitted, "... no I don't want to stop yet."

Mike looked hurt and disappointed but he wasn't surprised.

"I don't love Frank," Jen assured her husband, hurrying to explain. "I'm not even sure I like him sometimes. But he's pushing my boundaries and it's exciting. I kind of want to explore that."

"It's supposed to be our game," Mike said emphasizing the word "our."

"Mike, baby, most of what's happening is only exciting to me because of you," Jen said.

"What do you mean?"

"Like these," Jen said touching the dents in her bikini top made by the nipple rings. "I got them for Frank not you. That's kind of exciting." Jen moved closer to Mike. She was floating in the water, her hands on his thighs, her face close to his. "You get off on it too," she said looking into his eyes. "You said it last night. You said me doing things for Frank instead of you turns you on." Jen moved closer to Mike so now her lips almost touched his ear. "Cause you're a cuckold," she whispered.

Mike was breathing hard, his heart pounding. "There's got to be limits Jen," he said.

Jen pulled Mike's hand so he cupped her breast. There were people nearby but they were so close together no one could see. Mike could feel the nipple ring through the cup of Jen's bikini top. "They're temporary baby," she reminded him. "I can take them out and you won't be able to tell my nipples were ever pierced."

"So now you're saying you want to keep them," Mike said, his hand still cupping Jen's breast.

"Yes I want to keep them," Jen admitted. "For a little while."

"Because you're doing it for Frank," Mike said.

"Tell me that doesn't turn you on," Jen said. She reached into the leg of his bathing suit. He was rock hard. She wrapped her hand around his shaft. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on," she repeated, looking into his eyes as she slowly stroked him.

Mike pushed Jen's hand away. Jen was alarmed at first but them he pulled her to him so now she was sitting on his lap, straddling his thighs. Jen could feel his erection pressing against her pussy through her bottoms. Mike wrapped his arms around her waist. He stroked her ass under the bubbling hot water.

"They're pretty obvious," he said his eyes on her bikini top.

"Yeah," Jen agreed.

"What are you going to do?" Mike asked.

"I'll have to wear padded bras," Jen said. 

"So Frank gets his bigger breasts after all," Mike said. But this time he said it more joking than being resentful. He even smiled.

"Yeah I guess," Jen said smiling back. She was relieved to see her husband smile. "Not really though. Maybe I'll be a B. Like in high school."

"When Colin made you wear padded bras?" Mike said. "I thought you hated that."

"I did," Jen said, remembering how wearing the padded bras for Colin back in high school hurt her self-esteem. But she didn't feel that way now. Well, she did. But now the humiliation turned her on. It was like those bad emotions from high school were now sexualized inside her. Voicing her thoughts, she said "But now, it's kind of a turn on. Like last night." She kissed him. "You're so my hero," she said.

"So you're definitely going to keep the nipple rings," Mike said, his mood turning dark again despite her kiss and praise. But Jen felt his cock still hard and pressing against her bottom.

"I think you want me to Mike," Jen said. "Frank excites you too. Like how you get off he's making you wear condoms. The extra thick condoms." Jen knew she was right when she felt his cock jerk.

"There's got to be limits Jen," Mike insisted.

Jen wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him. "Okay, what are the limits?" she asked, kissing him again.

"You can't cut your hair or dye it brown," Mike said.

Jen moved close so her soft blonde hair brushed against his cheek. "Okay I won't," she whispered into his ear. Under the water, she moved his hand so it pressed against her pussy over her bottoms. "I won't dye this brown either," she said. It was their inside joke. She didn't shave her pussy completely bare so he would know she was a natural blonde. "What else?"

"I like your breasts just as they are," Mike said. "No breast enhancement."

"Okay I'll keep my tiny tits," Jen said with a little giggle, kissing him on the cheek and then close to his ear. "What else baby?"

The next one made Mike the most agitated. "No tattoos," he said. Mike imagined Frank branding his wife's body. A small "F" tattoo on her wrist of her left hand so she saw it whenever she looked at her wedding rings. Except she couldn't take off the tattoo like her rings. "No tattoos," he repeated, his voice hard.

Jen sensed his agitation. "No tattoos baby," she agreed kissing him on the cheek again. She rubbed his neck and shoulders to relax him.

That wasn't enough for Mike, not after last night. He gave Jen a hard look. "If Frank tattooed you last night. If he ever does. I swear to god I'll kill him. You won't be able to stop me, his bodyguards won't be able to stop me. I'll kill him."

Jen stared at Mike, surprised by the intensity of his vow. She'd never seen this from Mike. This new side of Mike ... it scared her. It intrigued her too. But where did it come from? Was it solely a reaction to Frank? Or something else, like working for CAFT was influencing him? Jen really didn't know what Mike did at CATF. When she asked he said something vague like "I'm an analyst." She needed to find out more, but she knew this wasn't the right time.

"No tattoos baby, I promise," Jen said. "Frank wouldn't do that."

"Forgive me if I don't give a fuck what Frank would do or wouldn't do," Mike spat out bitterly.

Jen realized her error. As a marketing person, she knew effective communication was all about nuance. She quickly said "What I meant is, I wouldn't let him ink me no matter if I was fucked up or not. Because I know you hate that. And if I said no, Frank would back off. I have my safe word."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 28-29



"Okay," Mike said, although clearly he was still agitated and upset thinking about the possibility of Frank branding her with a tattoo. "We just need limits."

"I won't change my hair," Jen said with a kiss to Mike's lips. "No boob job." Another kiss. "No tats." Another kiss. "No more piercings." Another kiss. "What else baby?" Jen kissed him again. "You're in control baby. I belong to you. What else?" 

"I'm really in control?" Mike asked. 

"This is our game," Jen said. "You're my husband. I belong to you. You're in complete control baby." 

These were the most dangerous times of their game. When Mike's cuckold lusts overwhelmed his concerns, misgivings and good sense. When those dark negative feelings (jealousy, hurt, loneliness, angst) added fuel to the fire of his lust instead of making him pull back. "I fantasize about you going off the pill," Mike said hesitantly. 

Jen didn't say anything. She sighed inside though. Mike was all over the place. Cutting her hair was verboten but getting pregnant wasn't? 

But Jen didn't say that. She didn't object. Because this was Mike's game too. It was only right he enjoy it too.

So Jen kissed her husband's lips and said "You do? How would it work?" She kissed his lips again.

"You'd go off the pill," Mike said excitedly, his heart pounding. "You'd use the rhythm method with Frank."

"You'd use condoms?" Jen said, reaching between their bodies and rubbing his cock over his bathing suit. He was so hard.

"Yeah," Mike said. He was practically panting. "Other guys would too. Only Frank wouldn't."

"Only Frank would cum inside me?" Jen asked, stroking him under the water. "He wouldn't wear a condom even when it was dangerous?"

Mike pulled Jen's hand from his cock. "I don't want to cum," he said looking sheepish.

"It's okay if you cum baby," Jen said encouragingly.

"No, not here," Mike said looking over at the pool. There were families there, kids. Talking was okay, but he didn't want his jizz in a pool that kids might use (even with all the chemicals in the hot tub). "But no, Frank wouldn't wear condoms. You'd make him pull out."

"Frank doesn't pull out," Jen reminded him. "He cums where he wants to cum."

"I'd talk to Frank," Mike said.

"Mike baby, if Frank knew I was off the pill, he'd make sure to cum inside me," Jen said. She felt Mike's body shudder as she said that. She kissed him again. "You know that right? Especially when I was ovulating."

"I get this is your ultimate fantasy," Jen said gently. "But I can't do it for you without making it real. Do you really want Frank Tower involved with us for the rest of our lives?"

"No," Mike said immediately.

"I'm doing my best honey," Jen said kissing his lips. "You're only allowed inside me with a condom. Only Frank's allowed to cum inside me. You know I'm ovulating right now? This weekend Frank's cum inside me like, 2 or 3 times. The pill's not perfect. I might be pregnant with Frank's baby right now."

"Yeah?" Mike said breathing hard.

"Yeah, I might be," Jen said. She kissed him again. She asked "Isn't that enough for your fantasy?" 

"Yeah, I guess," Mike said. Yet he sounded disappointed.

The reality hit Jen. It wasn't just a game or playing into Mike's fantasies. The pill WASN'T perfect. She MIGHT be pregnant with Frank's baby. "I'm still your goddess right?" she asked, looking into his eyes. Now she was the one who needed reassurance.

"Always," Mike promised.

"If I'm pregnant you'll be there this time, right?" she asked.

"Yes," Mike swore. "I'll be there. I'll never leave you again. That's why, if it happened, it would be okay."

Jen stared at Mike. Sometimes she didn't understand him. She didn't understand the limits of his fantasies.

At that moment a couple men approached. It was Paolo and Antonio. They were from a foursome of guys staying in the cabana next to theirs. The 4 guys were on a boys golfing weekend. Jen and Mike had gotten somewhat acquainted with the 4 men while hanging at the pool.

"Mine if we join you?" Paolo said asking the question to both Mike and Jen but his eyes on Jen.

Jen wasn't done talking to Mike but she couldn't exactly say no since this was the only hot tub in the resort. "Sure. Hi Paolo. Hi Antonio," she said. Mike greeted them with a nod. Jen got off Mike's lap and sat next to him, facing Paolo and Antonio. 

"Haven't seen you around much," Antonio said. Both he and Paolo were looking at Jen.

"Working vacation for me," Jen said with a shrug, staying with their story. "How's the golf?"

"The courses are incredible, the weather perfect," Paolo said. "Ever golf?"

"Just a couple times," Jen said. Honestly she wasn't at all interested in golf. Like she wasn't interesting in NASCAR. She didn't say that of course. 

"You should join us tomorrow," Paolo said enthusiastically. As if just remembering Mike was there, he added "Both of you."

Mike could tell Paolo and Antonio (as well as their 2 friends) were players irrespective of the wedding bands around their ring fingers. In fact, a few times that weekend he overheard them talking about going clubbing at the popular singles clubs and picking up girls.

"We're flying home tomorrow," Jen said. 

"Too bad," Antonio said regretfully.

"Yeah, too bad," Jen said although from her tone of voice it was clear she wasn't enthused by the prospect of golfing with the 4 men. She turned and faced Mike, floating in the water on her belly as before. "Are you okay?" she whispered.

"Yeah," Mike whispered back.

Jen saw something in Mike's face. She recognized it immediately as she'd seen it many times before. Excitement. From playing their game.

Giving him a mischievous smile, Jen flipped in the water so now she was on her back, facing Antonio and Paolo. She still floated in the water, her long shapely legs outstretched towards the 2 men. Jen had her hands on Mike's thighs to keep from floating away. Mike moved his hands to her shoulders and massaged her. "Feels good baby," she said closing her eyes.

Jen's body from the waist up was mostly out of the water as she floated on the surface. Paolo and Antonio's eyes locked on her bust, on the dents in her bikini top made by the nipple rings. "Nice hardware," Paolo said admiringly. "Didn't notice them before."

"She got them last night," Mike said. His hands moved down from her shoulders. He caressed the sides of her breasts left exposed by the cups of her bikini top.

"Feels good baby," Jen said again, her eyes still closed.

"Cool man," Antonio said, his eyes moving up and down Jen's tight dancer's body. 

Jen's feet drifted over towards the 2 men. Her pretty pedicured toes touched their knees. The 2 men looked at Mike.

"She loves her feet massaged," Mike told the 2 men. "Don't you baby?"

"Yeah," Jen said, her eyes still closed.

Paolo and Antonio didn't need more of an invitation. Each took one of Jen's pretty feet and began rubbing her.

Mike's fingers moved from Jen's sides to her bikini top. He traced up towards her nipples. Paolo and Antonio's eyes intently watched the progress of Mike's fingers.

Jen opened her eyes. She didn't say anything – she didn't stop Mike's hands – but she stared at him.

Mike looked towards the people at the pool. The hedges and palm trees provided almost complete privacy. He moved his hands to the strings at the back of Jen's neck. He played with them.

Jen whispered "You want to show me off baby?"

Mike nodded. With his cock rock hard and his heart pounding, he pulled the strings. Jen closed her eyes again as she felt the string at the back of her neck being untied.

Mike pulled the strings until the knot became undone. The bubbling water pushed the cups away exposing Jen's breasts. Jen heard Antonio and Paolo gasped.

"Your wife's beautiful Mike," Paolo gushed as he looked at Jen's body. At her breasts. At her pierced nipples.

"So hot," Antonio said excitedly, agreeing with his friend. "Can we touch them?"

"No," Mike said. He continued to caress the sides of Jen's breasts but now his fingertips were on her bare flesh instead of the bikini top. "She just got them last night. They're still sore."

Mike's answer left ambiguous whether they were allowed to touch other parts of Jen's body. Antonio hesitantly touched Jen's shapely leg while Paolo touched her flat tummy. They looked at Mike. When he didn't object they began caressing her. Jen kept her eyes closed but her lips formed a small O as the 2 men caressed her body (as well as Mike who continued to draw circles on the sides of her breasts).

Paolo looked from Jen's nipple rings to her belly ring as he caressed her stomach along the edge of her bikini bottoms. "They match," he said to Mike. "You've got good taste Mike."

Mike nodded but didn't say anything. Jen opened her eyes and looked at Mike. She reached under the water and squeezed his hard cock.

Paolo hooked a finger in Jen's bikini bottoms. He looked at Mike again. Mike nodded. Jen closed her eyes again.

With Antonio watching, Paolo tugged at the front of Jen's bikini bottoms. Jen made no move to stop him. Her small trimmed blonde landing strip came into view. He tugged more revealing her clit. Again Jen didn't stop him. Both Antonio and Paolo gasped at Jen's beautiful pussy (although they noticed she was red and swollen). Jen moaned when Paolo stroked Jen's clit with his finger.

"Want to party up in our room?" Paolo asked Mike, his voice so hoarse with excitement he could barely be heard over the bubbling water.

Jen opened her eyes. Seeing that, Mike leaned down and whispered into her ear "I want to see you with them." He said it like a test.

Jen looked into her husband's face. She saw cuckold lust there. "I can't baby," she whispered back. She moved her hands to cover her breasts. "I can't cheat on Frank."

Mike stared into Jen's beautiful face for long moments. Then he pulled his wife into his arms, away from Antonio and Paolo's eager hands. "Sorry guys but we have to go," he said. Mike helped Jen from the hot tub and wrapped a big towel around her, covering her bare breasts. He wrapped a towel around himself too to hide his erection. Over Antonio and Paolo's protests, Mike walked Jen back to their cabana. Jen felt unsteady walking back, her knees unsteady.

Anna and Maggie were still napping. Jen held Mike's hand and led him to their bedroom. They dropped their towels. Jen sat Mike on the edge of the bed and pulled off his wet swim trunks. She took off her bikini and got on her knees between his legs. Mike's eyes were on her pierced nipples. His eyes moved from the diamonds in her nipples to the diamond in her belly button. Matching diamonds. Frank's diamonds. 

"If Frank told you to fuck them," Mike said. "Would you?"

Jen didn't say anything. She didn't need to, Mike knew the answer. She pulled her long wet hair to the side and went down on her husband. He came almost immediately.

Sometime later Frank called. "Hugh and Lou will pick you up at noon tomorrow," he said. According to their original plan, Jen and Maggie were flying home with Frank in his private jet while Mike and Anna flew commercial, just as before.

Mike was sitting next to Jen. Jen leaned close to Mike so he could hear both sides of the conversation. "I'm flying home with Mike and Anna," she told Frank. She didn't mention Maggie but she was flying with them too of course.

Jen could practically hear Frank's scowl over the phone. "That wasn't the plan," he said.

"Mike needs me," Jen said looking at her husband.

"I need you," Frank said, sounding sincere.

Jen paused at that. She looked at Mike. He was frowning. "Things are going fast," she finally said to Frank. Still looking at her husband, she added "Mike and I need to sort things out."

"Mike likes the nipple rings right?" Frank said sounding arrogant. His question was more like a statement of fact than a question. "I knew he would."

"Frank – don't be an ass okay?" Jen said. She squeezed Mike's hand.

Frank's tone softened. He said "Stop by tomorrow morning before your flight. I need to talk to you."

"We can talk back in New York," Jen said.

"I'd like to talk to you tomorrow," Frank said. After a moment he added "Please." 

The one word caught Jen by surprise. She was tempted. But she knew Mike was still tittering on bad hurt. She said "Thank you for the vacation Frank. But I need to be with my husband. I'll see you back in New York." Then Jen hung up. 

Later that night in bed, Jen and Mike were on their sides looking at each other. As usual, Mike was in his boxers and Jen wore the white nightie. 

"The other day, Frank told me what he thinks exclusive means," Mike said. "He looks at it romantically, not physical. He says you're involved romantically. You only see each other romantically."

"Oh," Jen said, surprised.

"Is that how you look at it?" Mike asked.

"I guess," Jen said. "I mean, he's supposed to be my boyfriend right?"

"Yeah," Mike said with a frown. He used "boyfriend" all the time. But when Jen used it sometimes it made him anxious. Like now.

Jen sensed her husband's anxiety. "My boyfriend in the game," she clarified. "My pretend boyfriend." She rubbed Mike's arm again. "It's just a pretend romance baby."

"It feels real," Mike said. "It always does."

"It wouldn't be as exciting for you if it didn't feel real," Jen said.

"Or for you," Mike pointed out.

"Yeah, me too," Jen admitted.

"So when is it real and when is it pretend?"

"Only we're real," Jen assured him.

Mike nodded. They were silent again for a few moments, looking at each other. Then Mike reached for her breasts. "Can I ...?" he asked.

Jen nodded and took off the white nightie. She laid on her back to let Mike look at her. "How do they feel?" he asked just barely touching one of the small diamonds. Jen clenched her teeth at the intense sensation. "Sorry," Mike said.

"It's okay," Jen said. "They're sore. But they're already more sensitive."

Mike frowned. "You never told me you lost sensitivity after Anna."

"I talked to friends and read things," Jen said. "It happens sometimes."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Mike asked.

"I guess ...," Jen said hesitantly. "I didn't want you to think I was damaged somehow." Jen couldn't stand the thought of not being pretty anymore. Her greatest fear was the day men said "Remember when Jen used to be hot?" And deep down she worried Mike wouldn't want her anymore when she no longer turned heads, when men no longer looked at her with lust.

"What?" Mike said startled.

"I know it's dumb," Jen said looking sheepish.

"Jen baby you're perfect," Mike assured her. He looked adoringly at her. "No matter what you're perfect. You'll always be perfect."

Jen grinned at her husband, beaming into his eyes. "Anyway, that's why I didn't tell you," she said, feeling embarrassed and stupid. Mike's assurances helped but she still felt the insecurities deep inside her.

"Baby you're perfect," Mike assured her again. He gently kissed each of her nipples.

"What do you think of them now?" she asked.

"I'm still getting used to it," Mike said looking at her pierced nipples.

"Okay," Jen said. That was the best she could hope today. She reached down. Mike was hard. "I want you inside me." She pulled off his boxers and took off her comfy VS cotton panties. She got on top, straddling his hips. Their bag was on the other side of the bed. "Can you reach the bag honey?"

"Yeah," Mike said. He pulled one of the Durex condoms from the box. Jen tore the foil package with her teeth and then rolled the extra thick condom on her husband's shaft. Mike watched as she licked spit on her hand and used it to lubricate herself. Then she guided Mike's cock inside her.

She moved up and down on his cock. After a few minutes Mike asked "Are you going to cum?"

"I don't think so," Jen said honestly. "But I like feeling you inside me."

"I'll go down on you after," Mike offered.

"That's okay baby," Jen said. She probably wouldn't cum that way either. Not after last night. She could fake it but she didn't want to lie to Mike.

"You came a lot with Frank?" Mike asked.

Jen nodded. "And Hugh and Lou too," she said. 

"Frank's taking all your horniness," Mike said. They'd used the expression before when Jen was getting constant and plentiful sex from her lovers.

"I guess," Jen said as she continued to rock on her husband's cock.

"He is," Mike said.

"Yeah he is," Jen admitted. She leaned down and wrapped her arms around Mike's neck, kissing him. She wasn't going to cum, but she loved feeling her husband inside her. She needed that.

"You should fly home with Frank tomorrow," Mike said, his cuckold desires flaring again.

"No I'm going with you and Anna," Jen said.

"You should," Mike said.

Jen saw the conflict in her husband's face. He wanted it, but he didn't want it. "No," she said. Then she thought about it. After a moment she said "But maybe I'll see him tomorrow morning." Mike nodded his agreement. Jen continued slowly rocking on Mike until he came.

****************

The next morning after breakfast Jen got ready to go see Frank. She put on a loose sundress and flats. Her hair was in a high ponytail and she wore no makeup. 

"Going casual?" Mike asked.

"I want to be comfortable for the plane," Jen said.

"No bra?" Mike asked feeling her back.

"They're still sore," Jen said.

Mike looked at his wife's chest. The nipple rings just slightly dented the loose bodice of the sundress. He raised the hem of the sundress's skirt. She was wearing a thong. "Maybe you should put on one of Frank's panties," he suggested.

Jen sighed inside. Mike was like this. Back and forth, back and forth. "I have white panties," she said thinking of the panties in her bag. "But Mike, if I put them on, you know what will happen right?"

Mike nodded. He said "Our flight doesn't leave until this afternoon."

"You want me too?" Jen asked. 

"You're his girlfriend right?" Mike said with a grin.

"God baby," Jen said with a humorless half laugh. She shrugged inside. She took off the thong and put on the lacy white panties from last night. "Maybe I should put on high heels too," she said a little sarcastically.

"Yeah, do that," Mike said excitedly. He wasn't blind to Jen's tone of voice. He stroked her cheek. "I'm obsessed. I can't help it."

Jen gave Mike a weak smile. "I can't either. We're both freaks," she said. She took off the flats and put on strappy high heels. 

Mike reached for her left hand. He pulled off her rings. "I'll see you a little later," he said putting the rings in his pocket.

"Yeah," Jen said. She got up and walked to the door. Hugh and Lou were waiting in the car. As they rode to the villa, Jen thumbed her ringless left hand.

****************

"What'd you want to talk about?" Jen asked Frank when she arrived at the villa. They were sitting on a sofa in his bedroom. Frank hadn't dressed yet. He was wearing a rich velvet robe.

Frank put his arm around Jen. "Are you okay about the other night?" he asked tenderly.

"I haven't decided," Jen said coldly. "You know how much drama I got from Mike?"

"But in the end he got off on it," Frank said knowingly. "He's a cuckold Jenny. You need to trust me."

Jen pressed her hands against her head in frustration. "Frank you can't just do things," she said. "You can't assume things."

"I don't assume," Frank said. "I know."

"God ...," Jen lamented.

"Just answer one question," Frank said. "Did Mike get off on it?"

"Yes. Okay? Yes. Eventually, yes. Mike got off on it. Satisfied?"

Frank nodded. He squeezed Jen's hand. "He's a cuckold Jenny. You try to deny it. You want him to be a man. But he's not. He's a cuckold."

"Mike's a man," Jen insisted. "He might be a cuckold. But he's a man."

"I misspoke. My mistake," Frank said diplomatically. "But there's no might. He IS a cuckold. The sooner you accept that, the better for you and me. And for Mike too."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 28-29



Jen stared at Frank. "Anyways ...," she said. "You want to talk to me?"

"Do you mind?" Frank asked, gently pulling one of the thin straps of Jen's sundress down her arm.

Jen stopped him at first. Then she relented and let him. 

Frank pulled down the zipper of her dress. He looked at her breasts. At her newly pierced nipples. "You kept them in," he said.

"Yes."

"For me?" he asked.

"Yes," Jen said. Why not tell the truth? Yes, for her too and for Mike. But mostly for Frank.

Frank tenderly kissed each nipple. "Thank you," he said. He looked into her eyes. "It means a lot to me."

Jen shrugged. "You should have asked me first," she said still giving him the cold shoulder.

"No Jen honey," Frank said tenderly stroking her cheek. "That would have ruined it. For you."

Jen stared at Frank again. It was like opening a door inside her. She threw herself at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Make love to me," she said urgently, kissing him desperately. Moments later they were in bed.

Frank pushed up Jen's skirt. He gasped when he saw the white panties. "Mike told me to wear them for you," Jen said stretching out her body for her lover.

"That's because he's a cuckold," Frank said pulling the panties down Jen's long shapely legs and over the strappy high heels.

"Yeah, he's a cuckold," Jen agreed as Frank got on top. "Ugh, god," she groaned as Frank penetrated her. She loved his thickness.

As usual, Frank held Jen's arms above her head as he fucked her. "Did you fuck Mike yesterday?" he asked looking into her eyes.

"Yes," Jen said between pants. "Twice."

"Did you cum?" Frank asked.

"No."

"Even close?"

"No."

"Good," Frank said with a grin. He fucked her harder and faster.

"Ugh god," Jen groaned as he pounded her. "Mike says you take all my horniness," she said between pants.

Frank chuckled. "Mike has a way with words," he said grinning.

"Frank, Frank," Jen moaned. "I'm about to cum."

"You don't need to tell me Jenny," Frank said looking into Jen's eyes and stroking her cheek. "I know. From looking at your face. Feeling your pussy around my cock. I know." Moments later Jen came. Frank came soon after, filling Jen's womb with his seed.

Frank stayed on top of Jen after cumming, supporting his weight on his arms. "I need to get going," she said.

"In a little while," Frank said. He kissed Jen tenderly. She kissed him back. They kissed like that for long moments.

"Does Mike know you tell me about him?" Frank asked.

"No but ... I think he wants me to tell you," Jen said.

"Because he's a cuck," Frank said.

"Call him that if you want," Jen said. "But lose the attitude okay?"

Frank grinned. "Alright," he said with a chuckle. After a moment he asked "Do you tell him about us?" 

Jen paused at the "us." Then she said "Yeah. That's what he gets out of it."

Frank tenderly kissed Jen again. Jen kissed him back.

"Frank, can I tell you something?" Jen said, wanting to talk about something that was bothering her.

"Of course," Frank said, tenderly stroking Jen's cheek.

"Miranda loves Johnny. And he has feelings for her." Jen said. "Did you know that?"

"Why does it matter?" Frank said with an uncaring shrug.

"It matters Frank," Jen said with an incredulous laugh. "You can't just fuck with people."

"Jenny my relationship with Miranda and Johnny are none of your concern," Frank said harshly.

"Okay, whatever," Jen said. Then with a softer voice, she said "I'm with you right now because I want to be. That's how it's supposed to be Frank. You shouldn't fuck with people who don't want fucked with." 

"So you want me to fuck with you?" Frank said with a grin.

Jen looked at him. "Just remember Frank, I'm fucking with you too."

Frank's smile disappeared, clearly not liking that. He considered Jen for a few moments. "I'll take what you said about Miranda under advisement," he stiffly said.

"Whatever," Jen said frustrated. Frank was still inside her. She pushed against his chest. "I really need to go Frank," she said. Disappointed, Frank pulled out and rolled off. Jen felt his cum leak from her pussy lips.

"We still need to talk," Frank said. "I have a girl for Mike."

"What?"

"A girl for Mike," Frank repeated. "Have you talked to Mike?"

"No," Jen said. "I haven't decided yet. Who?"

"Juliet," Frank said.

"What?" Jen said surprised. "That's crazy. You said someone who worked for you."

"I've known Juliet all her life," Frank said. "I know her parents."

"But ... how do you know she'll be interested in Mike?" Jen asked.

"Jules was a supporter of Mike during Liberty-gate," Frank said. As if reciting her resume, he said "She's a trust fund kid, has a lot of time on her hands. Majored in journalism. Extremely liberal. She'd say free thinking. She had a few op-ed pieces in the New York Times. She'll go for Mike, trust me. She doesn't know about you and Mike of course. Not yet."

Jen frowned at the way Frank said it. Not 'she doesn't know Mike's your husband.' But instead 'she doesn't know about you and Mike.'

"What about her fiancée?" Jen asked.

"Maybe she'll get back with Roman eventually. Who knows?" Frank said. "But she's looking for a rebound boyfriend. You know how that is Jenny. Rebound relationships never last." He kissed Jen. "See? I'm being sensitive to your concerns."

"Yeah but ... I thought, if she worked for you, we can control it," Jen said. Now she was using "we" and "us." Whatever.

"Jules likes you," Frank said. "That's how you control it. Like with – what's her name? The other girl you set up with Mike."

"Claire," Jen said.

"Yes, Claire," Frank said. He squeezed Jen's hand. "This way we can spend more time together. Mike won't ruin it for us."

"He's not ruining it for us," Jen insisted. "Us" again.

"Yes he is," Frank said, looking at Jen like he knew she knew she was denying the truth. "We've had – what? A few evenings? One or two weekends? Think of all we've done. All we've accomplished."

"Accomplished?" Jen asked with a half laugh.

"Helping you understand your desires. Helping you understand the true you," Frank said looking into Jen's eyes. 

Jen returned Frank's look but then she had to turn away. She shuddered. "I can't spend more time with you anyway," she said, as much talking to herself as Frank. "I'm a mother. I have Anna."

"We already have overnight fund raisers planned for Jasmine's campaign," Frank said. "You won't be away from home any more than you were already planning."

"I wasn't planning on sleeping with you," Jen said. 

"Really Jenny?" Frank said with a skeptical laugh. He knew the truth.

"... I have to ask Mike," Jen said.

"Jenny, Jenny," Frank said impatiently. "Mike is a cuckold. I know that, you know that. You don't have to ask him. The decision is ours. Mike is not part of it."

Jen didn't say anything. He was part right. But it was more complicated than that. Everything was complicated with Mike. And she couldn't just discount Mike the way Frank wanted. Mike was her husband after all.

"Juliet is perfect," Frank continued. "She'll distract Mike so he'll give us space. And she's at a time of her life she's only looking for a short term relationship."

"I don't know Frank," Jen said, unsure. She got up. "I need to go." Jen dressed. Looking at Frank, she put on the white panties. She didn't have anything else and didn't want to leak on the drive back to the cabana.

Frank grabbed her wrist. "Don't wear them with Mike," he said.

"I won't," Jen said pulling her hand away.

"Jenny, a moment ago I made you cum," Frank said.

"Yeah?" Jen said with a distracted half laugh. She was still processing the idea of Juliet.

"You don't cum with Mike," he said.

"Can we stop talking about my orgasms?" Jen said with another half laugh. "And I do sometimes."

"When Mike fucks you, or goes down on you," Frank said. "I want you to play with yourself. Make yourself cum." Frank emphasized "yourself."

"God Frank ...," Jen lamented, rolling her eyes.

Frank ran his hand through Jen's long lush blonde hair. "Someday you'll wear your hair short for me."

"No I won't," Jen said, backing away from his hand. "I'm not yours Frank. You have to respect Mike's limits."

Frank scoffed derisively. "If they were your limits, maybe. But Mike's? You need to understand Jenny. Mike wants you to break his limits. Whenever you do, it gets his dick hard. Like your belly ring. And piercing your nipples."

Jen looked down, exasperated with Frank. "This has got to work for Mike too," she told him.

"Of course," Frank said with a reasonable voice. "That's why we give him Juliet."

*********************

On the drive back to the cabana, Jen said to Hugh and Lou, "Hey guys? Can I ask a favor? This is important."

"Sure," Lou said grinning at Jen. Hugh was driving.

"You know I'm married, right?" Jen said. "My husband's Mike."

"Mike Andrews, sure," Lou said. They both read the newspaper, and Lou was former CIA.

"Mike knows I'm with Frank, he's okay with it," Jen said. "But sometimes he gets upset. And you know how pushy Frank is. If something ever happens, I want you to make sure Mike doesn't get hurt."

Hugh stopped the car. Both bodyguards turned to look at Jen. "Our obligation is to Mr. Tower," Hugh said. Lou nodded in agreement.

"You're both Seals," Jen said. "My husband's a high school teacher. You can't do it so Mike doesn't get hurt?"

"We can't promise anything," Lou said.

"You CAN promise me!" Jen said angrily. "After what we've done together. What you've done to me. You CAN FREAKING PROMISE ME you won't hurt my husband!"

"Okay, okay, calm down Jenny," Lou said, his hands out in surrender. "We promise. No one gets hurt."

**********************

Maggie was with Anna at the pool when Jen got home. Anna was swimming around the pool, laughing and splashing delightedly. She was like a little fish. She was going to miss the Caribbean. 

After just a weekend, Anna was tanned a golden brown (even after being lathered with sun block) and her hair was golden from the sun and salt water. Jen was the same way, always tanning easily. They were certainly mother and daughter.

After playing with Anna for a while, Jen went inside the cabana. Mike was finishing packing for the 3 of them (Maggie packed herself of course). "Hey baby," Jen said hugging him. "Thanks for packing." 

Mike kissed Jen. He nuzzled her neck, inhaling her soft hair (which, like Anna's was even more blonde now after being bleached by the sun and salt water). "You smell like Frank's cologne," he said with a grin.

"You sent me over to him with Sally's panties," she said with a giggle. She was relieved to find Mike in a good mood. "You have them?" she asked pushing her hand into his pants pocket. She felt her rings. She pulled them out and put them back on.

"Did Frank fuck you?" Mike asked with an excited, mischievous grin.

"What do you think?" Jen said with a grin back.

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah."

"When Frank penetrated you," Mike said looking into Jen's eyes. "Did you need your spit to lubricate yourself?"

Jen's lips parted, shocked by Mike's question. She studied his face. He looked bothered, but mostly excited. "No I didn't," she said. Mike seemed to moan, his grip on her hips tightening.

"Wait here a sec baby," Jen said. She kissed him, then went back to the pool. Anna was still laughing and splashing around. "We have about an hour before our taxi," Jen said to Maggie.

"Yeah?" Maggie said.

"Mike and I are going to have some private adult time in the cabana," Jen told Maggie. 

"Oh my god Jen you guys are like rabbits," Maggie said with a laugh. She whispered conspiratorially "How many guys are you getting it from?"

Jen grinned, feeling delightfully wicked. "This weekend? Four guys."

"Four?" Maggie said, her eyes widening in shock. "Including Mike?"

"With Mike? Five," Jen said grinning.

"I guess husbands don't count," Maggie joked.

"Shut up bitch," Jen joked back, elbowing Maggie in the side. "I told you I'm about to fuck Mike's brains out."

Maggie shook her head in awe and admiration. "I need to find me a husband like Mike," she said.

"If only you're that lucky," Jen said grinning. 

Back in the cabana, Jen took Mike's hand and led him into their bedroom. "We have time," she said. "Maggie will stay outside with Anna."

They quickly undressed. Mike kissed around the waistband of the lacy white panties. Jen stopped him. "You know Frank's weird about Sally's panties," she said. She stepped away from Mike and pulled the panties down her legs. She stuffed them in her purse. "You kind of understand that, right?"

Jen pushed Mike on the bed. She got on top of him, straddling his hips. She reached for a Durex condom and rolled it on his shaft. She guided Mike's cock to her pussy. "I don't need lub this time," she said. "Frank came a lot." Jen lowered herself on her husband. Mike's thin cock slipped into her pussy with almost no resistance.

"Maggie's envious I'm getting fucked so much," Jen said as she rocked on Mike. "She wants to be a slut like me."

"You're not a slut Jen," Mike assured his wife, looking into her eyes. "You're just really sensual."

"You always say that but you know I'm a slut." 

"But you're not. You're a goddess," Mike said. Jen looked into Mike's face as he said that. "He really means it," she thought to herself, her heart melting.

"Well, your goddess is getting the most sex of her life," Jen joked with a crooked grin. It was true. Five partners in a weekend. A lot even for her.

"You love it," Mike said grinning back at her.

"Yeah," Jen agreed. "I'm such a nympho right now."

"I love it when you're like this," Mike said. "I hope you're always like this. I love it when you're out of control."

"I might get fucked to death," Jen said with a laugh. She made a joke out of it, but Mike's complete unconditional acceptance made her feel warm and secure inside. "I love you so much baby," she said looking into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. 

Jen felt so much love for Mike at that moment. She desperately wanted to make the game good for him too. She wanted to avoid Mike getting bad hurt. She thought about Frank's idea. Juliet. Was that the answer? Set Mike up with a lover? To control herself with Frank, keep Mike from getting bad hurt, and yes, occupy Mike so she could explore things more with Frank?

Mike came moments later. Jen could tell it was a good cum for him. She was glad.

They spent long moments kissing. "We should shower," Jen finally said. 

"Just give me a minute," Mike said laying on his back and still panting.

"I'll meet you in the shower," Jen said pulling off Mike. She wasn't really careful about it but the condom stayed on anyway. Jen rolled the condom off Mike. She kissed the tip of his cockhead then went into the bathroom, holding the condom by the open end.

Jen was about to throw the condom into the toilet when she looked at it. The condom was full of Mike's sperm. He came more than usual, it was definitely a good orgasm for him. 

Holding the condom with one hand, Jen ran the finger of her other hand down the sheath. It felt like rubber, which made her grin. The Durex condom was definitely as advertised. There was no way the extra thick rubber-like material would break inside her during sex. The pill might be 99% safe, but this bad boy was 200%. If Mike wore these all the time during sex, there was no way any of his sperm would get inside her. 

They showered together, soaping each other. Mike was extra careful around her new nipple piercings. After drying off, Mike took it upon himself to gently rub alcohol on her nipples. He did the same to her belly button. "I really am your goddess, huh?" Jen asked as Mike took loving care of her.

"You'll always be my goddess," Mike promised. Jen smiled and beamed into his eyes.

On the flight home, Jen sat in the middle seat with Anna on one side and Mike on the other (Maggie sat on the other side of the aisle). Anna fell asleep with Jen's arm protectively around her. Mike dozed too, his arm around Jen. 

Jen snuggled into Mike's arm, her head on his chest. But she couldn't sleep. "Am I seriously thinking about setting Mike up with another girl?" she thought. "If I do, will she become his new goddess?"



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 30-31



Cheating and Rivals – Part 30

 "I have a meeting at CATF this week," Mike told Jen at their loft apartment after getting home. "I've set it up with Maggie. She'll watch Anna while you're working. I'll be back by Wednesday, Thursday at the latest."

 "Oh okay," Jen said.

 "I'd rather you didn't see Frank while I'm away," Mike said.

 "I won't baby," Jen assured him, hugging his arm. That had become one of their unspoken limits. No seeing Frank while he was away for work.

 "Maybe next weekend when I'm back," Mike offered.

 Jen thought about it. Mike would get home Thursday. If she played with Frank that weekend then they'd only have a short time together as a family. That plan didn't feel good to her. Especially with how fast and crazy things were going and how she continued to feel off-balance with Frank. And she needed to decide whether to set Mike up with someone, and whether Juliet was the right choice.

 She hated the idea of Mike with another girl. Maybe all she had to do was temper her relationship with Frank. Then there would be no need to set Mike up with Juliet or anyone else. On the other hand, maybe this proved the point. If Mike was seeing someone else, she WOULD temper her relationship with Frank.

 "I think we should slow down with Frank," Jen said. "Let's make this an 'us' weekend."

 "That's probably a good idea," Mike said. 

 "Especially since the weekend after Frank and I have a weekend fundraiser for Jasmine's campaign," Jen said. 

 "Oh yeah, I forgot about that," Mike said. 

 "I emailed the schedule to you," Jen reminded him.

 "Yeah, I forgot with all that happened this weekend," Mike said. "Are you planning to be with Frank the entire time?"

 "Not the entire time," Jen said. "I mean, the fundraisers take up most of the day."

 "But after the fundraisers?" Mike asked.

 "Yeah, I guess," Jen said hesitantly. She looked questioningly at Mike. Was it a hopeful look too? "Isn't that what you want?"

 "I do," Mike admitted. He found Jen's email on his iPhone and studied the fundraiser schedule. The calendar was packed. "But it's a lot of time together. You just said you want to go slower. This is a lot of weekends." Mike gently stroked one of Jen's nipples. "Look what happened after just this weekend." 

 "Yeah you're right," Jen agreed. She looked at the schedule on Mike's iPhone. It WAS a lot of weekends. What the heck was she thinking? One second she's committed to slowing things with Frank. The next she's doubling down with him. Was his hold on her that powerful? Her attraction and fascination with him that strong?

 "You want to spend this much time with Frank?" Mike asked.

 "I don't know," Jen said honestly, voicing her conflict. "Part of me does. The other part wants to slow down."

 "It always gets this way, when you want to spend more time with your boyfriend," Mike said. "I get that. You get infatuated. I want you to be infatuated. It's exciting for me too when you get that way. When you really start feeling like his girlfriend."

 "I don't feel like a normal girlfriend," Jen said with a humorless half laugh. "Frank pushes my boundaries."

 "He pushes my boundaries too," Mike said.

 "You push your own boundaries," Jen said with another half laugh, thinking about the condom thing. Seeing Mike's sheepish grin, she said "I worry about you getting bad hurt."

 "This weekend was okay, after I got used to it," Mike said, referring mostly to her new pierced nipples. "Getting hurt is part of it for me. You know how I am."

 "Yeah but ... baby, you were ready to kill Frank when you saw he pierced my nipples," Jen said. "You said you WOULD kill him, if he tattooed me."

 "I will kill him if he does that," Mike said. He wasn't joking, he looked serious.

 "So you see this isn't the healthiest place for us to be?" Jen said with another humorless laugh.

 "You're saying you'd get tattooed for Frank?" Mike asked crossly.

 "No, Mike, no. I definitely won't," Jen assured her husband immediately, squeezing his hand. "But you know Frank's head games. We don't know what he's going to do next. What if you get bad hurt? That worries me. The game has to work for both of us."

 "It is working for me," Mike assured her. "Only Frank cums inside you. That's a big turn on."

 "God Mike," Jen lamented with an incredulous laugh. "At least you're consistent."

 Mike gave her a knowing grin. "I know it's safe since you're on the pill. But it's still a turn on."

 "I guess I get it," Jen said with a grin back at her husband. "You're okay then? If I spend time with Frank at the fundraisers? I want to. But only if it's okay with you."

 "Yeah but, I'm okay with the one next week, but after that let's play it week-to-week," Mike suggested. "To make sure it's working for both of us."

 "Definitely baby, good idea," Jen said. She inwardly shuddered. The prospect of spending whole weekends with Frank made her pussy tingle. She reached for Mike's crotch. He was hard. "I think I should take care of this," she said with a sexy grin. She wanted to make sure it was good for her husband too. Mike grinned and reached for her. The married couple made love, both of them thinking about Frank.

 ****************

 Mike flew to Washington DC for the CATF meetings the next day. While he was in the air, Allie stopped by Jen's office at their work. 

 Allie said "Bobby and Grace are renting that house in the Hamptons again. Are you and Mike going? Kids are invited too." (Author's note: Mike and Jen last went to this Hamptons beach weekend in All In My Head – Part 1.)

 "We haven't thought about it," Jen said honestly. She remembered getting an email invite from Grace a couple weeks ago but forgot about it with all the excitement going on with Frank. "Won't it be too cold for the beach?"

 "There'll be bonfires," Allie said. "The house has big indoor pool. I'm going with DJ." DJ was her son with Darren. 

 "Not Darren too?" Jen asked hesitantly.

 "We're still separated," Allie said with an unhappy shake of her head. She looked sad and upset, but resigned too. "We've gone to counseling. Darren hates it. It's hard talking to a therapist about his lifestyle. The other day he said maybe we should get a divorce."

 "Oh god Allie," Jen said reaching for her best friend. 

 "So go to the Hamptons with me," Allie said, forcing a smile on her face. "We'll celebrate our birthdays together like we used to." She grinned. "Go wild like old times."

 Jen grinned at the memories of their shared birthday parties. She and Allie had birthdays close together so in college and after graduation they often had big parties to celebrate their birthdays together. They'd been a blast, many of them epic (especially the ones in college)! The joint birthday parties mostly ended though after Jen married Mike. Mike didn't like big parties and preferred to celebrate Jen's birthdays as a couple or with a small group.

 Jen could tell from Allie's sad melancholy expression that she could use some fun to take her mind off her failing marriage. "I'll talk to Mike but yeah, it sounds fun," Jen said encouragingly. She gave her best friend a big hug.

 ******************

 "I'm sending you something," Frank told Jen on the phone later that day.

 "What?" Jen said with a smile.

 "A surprise," Frank said smiling over the phone. "Let me know if you like them."

 "Them?" Jen said. She assumed it was flowers. "You sent them anonymously right?"

 "You don't like gifts?" Frank asked with a laugh.

 "I don't want people here to think I have a secret admirer," Jen said. "There are enough rumors about me."

 "Relax Jenny, I know what I'm doing," Frank assured her. "How are they?" he asked.

 Jen knew he was talking about the nipple rings. "Still really sore," she said. Jen was wearing one of the few padded bras she owned so the nipple rings wouldn't dent her blouse. But the bra didn't fit well and was uncomfortable. She planned to go to Victoria's Secrets after work to buy new ones.

 "Mike play with them yet?" 

 "Play with them?" Jen said incredulously. "They're way too sore for that."

 "That's because Mike doesn't know how to touch them," Frank said, implying he did.

 "Frank ..." Jen lamented. "Listen, you can't do that to me again."

 "Do what?" 

 "You know what. Get me high and then screw with me," Jen said. "I know you set Miranda up with the Ecstasy."

 "Okay, I did," Frank admitted.

 "You don't even feel guilty?" Jen said with another incredulous laugh. "You freaking pierced my nipples Frank. Mike was ready to kill you. Or me."

 "Miranda explained they don't have to be permanent, didn't she?" Frank said. 

 "Frank you pierced my nipples!" Jen said. "Don't you see how that's a violation of my body? God if you tattooed me Mike would come after you with a baseball bat. Or worse."

 Frank didn't say anything. Although he wasn't worried about Mike.

 "You're not thinking of that are you?" Jen asked. When he didn't respond, she said "You're not seriously thinking of that are you?"

 "You have your safe word," Frank pointed out.

 "Frank I was high! And drunk!" Jen said exasperated. "Fine, okay, here. Goddess. I never want you to do anything like that to my body again. No more piercings. No tattoos. Don't cut or dye my hair – god Mike would really kill you if you did that. Nothing to my body. Goddess, goddess, goddess. Okay?"

 "I hear you Jenny," Frank said with a frown in his voice.

 "Say you agree Frank!" Jen said with more exasperation and anger. "I want to hear you say it!"

 "I agree," Frank said relenting.

 "Okay, fine," Jen said. They lapsed into silence.

 "I'd like to see you this weekend," Frank eventually said.

 "I can't," Jen said. "I need to spend time with Mike and Anna. We're still processing the weekend."

 "You have all week to do that," Frank pointed out.

 "We don't," Jen said. "Mike's traveling this week."

 "Okay, fine," Frank said. "Later this week then."

 "Frank, no," Jen said. "Mike doesn't want me to see you while he's away."

 Frank frowned. "But you want to see me, right?"

 "Frank ..." Jen said. "Don't make this hard. Mike is my husband. He's allowed to set limits. It's his right."

 Frank's frown deepened. "Jenny this is unacceptable," he said harshly. "You're saying we won't see each other for 2 weeks. We need more time to explore our relationship."

 "Frank we don't have a relationship," Jen said with a half laugh. "We're fuck buddies."

 Frank didn't respond for long moments. Then he finally said, "Well, I can only say you mean more to me than that Jenny."

 Jen heard hurt in Frank's voice. It was the first time for that. "You have no right to guilt trip me after what you did this weekend," Jen said. "You're lucky I'm still talking to you."

 "Jenny ... I know what you want," Frank said.

 "And I'm concerned how fast things are going," Jen said. She paused then admitted "You mean something to me too. That's the only reason I'm thinking about setting Mike up with another girl. That'll be really hard for me."

 "But it's important," Frank said. "So he'll give us space."

 "So he won't get hurt," Jen corrected him. 

 Frank shrugged at the different semantics. Tomato versus toe-ma-to. In the end the result was the same – Mike would be out of the way. "I'll call Jules right now," he offered. "I believe she's still in the Caribbean. I'll send my jet for her. She'll be here by the weekend."

 "Wait Frank, stop, god," Jen said with exasperation. "I said I'm thinking about it. I haven't decided yet."

 Frank shook his head, annoyed. "Decide soon Jenny," he said in a hard tone. "I only have so much patience."

 "What does that mean?" Jen asked.

 "It means soon you might need to find a new fuck buddy," Frank said, emphasizing "fuck buddy" in his voice so as to put quotes around it.

 "Are you giving me an ultimatum?" Jen asked disbelievingly. No guy did that to her. She was always the one giving the ultimatums.

 Frank read her thoughts. "I'm not like other men Jenny," he said. They were silent for long moments. It was if by silent agreement, they decided to wait for another time to talk about ultimatums.

 "The next fundraiser's in Boston," Frank said, moving on to the next item on his agenda. "I'd like us to spend an evening in Belmont."

 "Why not stay in Boston?"

 "I'd like to see your house," Frank said.

 "Are you crazy?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh. Frank went from one bombshell to another. "Have you forgot about my parents?"

 "They'll be in Atlantic City for the weekend," Frank said confidently. "At the Borgata."

 Jen knew the Borgata was her father's favorite AC casino. Her father was a recreational gambler and went to Atlantic City a few times a year. He loved everything about the Borgata, even its unique scent they piped through the air conditioning.

 "Let me guess, you own the Borgata," Jen said.

 "Part owner," Frank said. 

 Things fell into place for Jen. Over the years she wondered how her father afforded his frequent trips to AC. Now she knew. Frank comped him. "Havev you set my father up with girls?" she asked. Her father cheated on her mom numerous times. Jen suspected he still cheated.

 "I would never do that Jenny," Frank said. "I respect your mother too much for that. No, the story is simple. I like your father. He likes Atlantic City. I have resources there. I'm not always looking for a quid pro quo. You ask if I have friends. I do. Your father is my friend. So is your mother."

 "But this time you're doing it to get rid of my parents," Jen pointed out.

 "That's true," Frank admitted with a chuckle. "But they get a free weekend in Atlantic City. Where's the harm?"

 "Why do you want to go to my house?"

 "There are things best done in Belmont." Frank said enigmatically. "We're on an exploration Jenny. I know what you want. Trust me."

 About an hour later a private courier arrived with a large unmarked box. Jen opened it. Her eyes opened wide when she saw the contents. 

 The box was full of custom bras. They were from La Perla, the luxurious lingerie boutique in Milano Italy. There was a note from Claudia, her fashion consultant: "Jenny darling, you'll love these bras from La Perla. The owner Alessandra herself designed the bras from your measurements. Someday you must meet her, she's fabulous. You'll love these bras Jenny, they'll feel like you're wearing nothing at all. Call me any time. Ciao – Claudia."

 Jen ran her hand though the bras. There had to be 2 dozen at least. All were delicate, lacy and beautiful. About half were padded. The others were unpadded and unlined. 

 Jen hurriedly took off her blouse. She took off her bra and put on one of the new padded ones. Her eyes went wide at how it felt. It WAS like wearing nothing! Looking in the mirror, it was so beautiful!

 She put her blouse back on and closed the box. She was excited about the upcoming fundraiser and evening in Belmont. Nervous too, but that added to the excitement. What did Frank have planned? He was an ass and controlling but so exciting too. And now she had all these beautiful bras.

 Jen wanted to thank him. But they argued during their last call (parts of it anyways). She wasn't ready to call him back so soon. So instead she texted him: "I got the bras. I love them! I'm sorry we can't see each other this weekend but I'll be thinking of you."

 Jen hesitated, thinking about how to end the message. She finally wrote "L, Jenny." She added "XOXO." Then she hit send.

 ****************

 Inside the CATF campus, Mike sat at the QC (quantum computer) meeting. He stayed quiet, getting a feel for the people in the room. The QC team was made up of 2 informal groups. The "Brain Trust" was full of older, gray haired Nobel Laureates and other distinguished scientists and researchers. The Brain Trust was unofficially led by Abraham.

 Mike thought of the other group as the "Young Turks." They were young and enthusiastic and ready to take over the world. Mike had met some of them before: Cal, Anne, Jim and Martha (who modified his software to hack into AMC's servers to get an advance screening of the Walking Dead spinoff). 

 It seemed like the Turks were led by Brent, a tall guy a little older than Mike. Mike could tell immediately that Brent was brilliant. He knew it too. Brent's brilliance bordered on brashness and arrogance. The Turks often deferred to Brent's opinions. Mike noticed the Brain Trust did too, including Abraham.

 Cal, Anne, Jim and Martha seemed excited to have Mike at the meeting. Abraham and the Brain Trust welcomed Mike as well. Brent was the least pleased to see Mike there. Mike understood why. Brent was the top dog and the last thing he wanted was someone intruding on his turf.

 Mike was happy to take a back seat on the QC project. Mike was there only because of Colonel Bank's veiled threats (delivered through Allen). Well, fine. That didn't mean Mike had to participate. He was more than happy to listen to Brent and the others drone on and on at the white board. So Mike sipped coffee and only paid half attention as the others droned on about how to solve the QC problem.

 Mike had no plans or interest to sabotage the QC project. He was done being a hero. But, he took silent pleasure in seeing the QC team going in the wrong direction. Mike had an intuition about math and computers. From the math on the white board, he could tell Brent and Abraham were leading the team in the wrong direction.

 As Abraham and Brent took turns at the white board, they handed a yellow tennis ball back and forth. The person talking at the board held the ball.

 "What's with the ball?" Mike whispered to Cal.

 "Conflict resolution," Cal whispered back. "We used to have arguments with people talking over each other. The person with the ball has the floor. He's the team leader while he holds the ball."

 "It seems like only Abraham and Brent hold the ball," Mike observed.

 "Yeah, mostly," Cal said. "We do small group breakouts where everyone talks, but with all-hands meetings like this it's mostly Abraham and Brent."

 "Not the best approach," Mike said. "You get the best creativity when everyone's involved."

 "I know, I agree," Cal said. Then he looked hopefully at Mike. "Hey, maybe you can talk to Abraham and Brent, or Allen. Change things. You're the Phantom. You have clout."

 "I'm not the leader type," Mike said. He added with an embarrassed laugh, "Don't call me Phantom again. Makes me cringe. I have no idea how they came up with that."

 Cal moved closer to Mike and whispered "You know you're the only person here with a codename? Brent and Abraham don't have codenames. Neither does Allen. You're famous Mike. You ought to speak up."

 "Notorious more like," Mike said. It seemed Cal thought he was something he wasn't. Maybe the other Turks (other than Brent) thought so too. But that wasn't Mike. Yes, he had led projects before, but it wasn't his preference. He was a loner. He didn't feel comfortable in groups. He said to Cal, "I'm new here. Don't want to step on any toes."

 During a break Mike went into the lunch room for more coffee. He saw a girl sitting with the Turks. He didn't recognize her at first. Then his eyes opened wide. It was Maria Fernandez from Penn State! (Author's note: See Cheating and Rivals – Parts 4 and 7)

 "Maria?" Mike said hesitantly. Maria was Jen's age, 29. She was as gorgeous as ever (back in college, Jen and Maria tied at #2 as the prettiest girls on campus).

 "Oh my god, Mike Andrews," Maria said with a big smile. "I heard you joined the QC team."

 "I didn't know you worked here," Mike said.

 "You're kind of hard to miss," Maria said with a grin.

 "Yeah, he's notorious," Cal joked, smiling at Mike at their inside joke.

 Mike grinned at Cal. Looking back at Maria, he said, "I didn't see you in the Bunker." They called the big conference room the "Bunker." The Bunker was actually more than a conference room. There were computers and huge monitors everywhere. It looked like NASA's mission control. During crises, the Bunker was CATF's op center.




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"I'm just getting here," Maria explained. "QC's my 2nd gig. My main job is search and rescue."

 "Oh okay," Mike said, not knowing what search and rescue was in the context of CATF. Although, no offense to Maria, he didn't really care. The fact was, Mike had little interest in CATF. He felt like a slave with a guillotine over his head. His plan was to bide his time and then break ties with CATF. But was CATF like the mafia? Did they ever let you go? 

 Trying to be polite, Mike asked "What are you working on?" 

 Maria turned back to her iPad. On the screen was a picture of the white board in the bunker. "We've been going round and round for weeks on this algorithm," Maria said frustrated. "Brent changes something, Abraham changes something. But we always end up in the same place. We're stuck."

 Without thinking, Mike said "Yeah but, try looking at it from this point of view ..." He took Maria's iPad and made a few changes to the equations. The changes were subtle but they changed the equations completely. It was like, Mike's nuances turned the equations upside down and inside out.

 "Holy shit," Maria said, her eyes going wide. The other Turks were shocked too.

 Brent and Abraham were debating in the corner, continuing their conversation from before the break. They noticed the commotion around Mike. 

 "What's this?" Brent asked. Maria handed Brent and Abraham the iPad. It took a moment but then their eyes opened wide. "Amazing," Abraham said shocked. He gave Mike an impressed look.

 "You did this?" Brent said to Mike. Unlike Abraham, Brent didn't look impressed. Instead he looked resentful.

 "I helped Maria a bit," Mike said. Mike's comment seemed to enrage Brent, who looked sharply at Maria.

 "Okay people, break's over," Brent said. He led the group back into the Bunker. 

 "Let me guess, Brent's your boyfriend," Mike said to Maria as they followed the group into the Bunker.

 "Just dating, nothing serious," Maria said. "Don't worry about Brent. He's under a lot of stress. By the way, your baby's beautiful."

 "You've seen Anna?" Mike said surprised.

 "Ah yeah, you know that thing called Facebook?" Maria teased with a laugh. "Let's catch up later."

 "Yeah, sure," Mike said distractedly. His thoughts were already back on the QC project. He cursed himself. Why had he said anything? The problem wasn't solved, but now they were moving in the right direction. Because of him. He didn't trust the government, he didn't want them to have a working quantum computer. 

 Later that night Mike was in his dorm room reading sports pages on his iPad when there was a knock on his door. He opened it. It was Maria.

 "Hey stranger, feel like getting some coffee?" Maria said, smiling at him.

 As they walked to the cafeteria Mike gave Maria a quick up and down look. The young Spanish girl was definitely a beauty. She had long lush dark hair and a beautiful face. Maria was more curvy than Jen. Since it was after-hours, Maria was dressed casually in a loose blouse and yoga pants. Maria looked really hot in the yoga pants. She had long legs and a shapely ass. Fuller than Jen's slim ass but still tight and alluring. Mike noticed Maria wore flip flops. She had really attractive slim feet. Her toenails were painted a pretty pink.

 "How long have you worked for CATF?" Mike asked a few minutes later. They were in the CATF cafeteria with steaming coffee mugs in their hands.

 "About 3 years," Maria said. "I bounced around after college. It doesn't pay much but I like the excitement. All the spy stuff. And I feel like I'm doing something important."

 "Do you get involved in the spy stuff?" Mike asked.

 "Not really," Maria said with a laugh. "I'm like you, a computer geek. But sometimes I see the real spies. The field agents. CATF doesn't have many actually. We mostly provide analysis for other agencies."

 "Do the field agents look like James Bond?" Mike joked, grinning.

 "Which iteration of Bond?" Maria joked, grinning back. They both laughed. Then Maria said "Actually, they're kind of too muscle bound for me. Too much testosterone. That gets old really fast." She laughed as if thinking of something else. With an intrigued smile on her face, she said "So I've got to ask you. What was it like dating Jasmine Kelly?"

 "It kind of got over blown," Mike said with a shrug. He didn't like talking about that time of his life. Part of it was guilt. Jasmine helped him get out of jail, then he dated her even though he was still in love with Jen.

 "Over blown?" Maria said, a skeptical smile on her beautiful face. She had a lovely Mediterranean complexion. "Mike, when they start calling you JasMike, that means it's serious."

 "It was never serious," Mike insisted. "Jasmine's nice and I owe her a lot. But I think I was just a stepping stone in her career."

 Maria laughed again. "God Mike, you seriously don't give yourself enough credit," she said smiling at him, a sparkle in her eyes. 

 There was an awkward moment of silence. Wanting to fill the empty space, Mike asked "You're staying in a dorm tonight? Don't you live around here?"

 "Yeah I have a condo on U Street," Maria said, referring to one of the vibrant hip places in DC for young professionals. "But the commute's horrendous so sometimes I stay over in a dorm, especially when I'm working late."

 "Oh okay."

 "So Jen's okay?" Maria asked. "Anna?"

 "Yeah, they're great," Mike said.

 Maria hesitantly asked "You broke up a while? But got back together? That must have been a lot of drama."

 "Well, you know, true love," Mike said. He hesitated, thinking of their game, of that weekend. Jen with Frank, falling more under his spell, letting him pierce her nipples. She was his wife. As her husband, by right her body was his, her breasts were his. Yet Jen let another man pierce them, pierce her sweet perky nipples. Mike was still processing all that. Yet, even with all the angst and jealousy, the fear of losing Jen to Frank, the whole scene got him hot. Mike forced his wife from his head. He didn't want to get a hard-on while talking with Maria.

 "It sounds like a but in there," Maria said, sensing his mood change.

 "What?" Mike said. He had been so distracted he didn't hear what she said.

 "You said true love," Maria said. "You and Jen got back together because of true love. But it sounds like there's a but in there."

 "I'm not sure about that," Mike said with a humorless laugh. There were times he was consumed by the game; it was like a drug and he couldn't get enough. There were other times, like now, like this past weekend, when he thought they were taking it too far. When he worried about their marriage. When he worried Jen might be falling for another man. For real this time. Really falling for another man. 

 The risk of losing Jen to another man was part of the cuckold fantasy. Maybe that WAS the cuckold fantasy at its core. But if he lost Jen, what then?

 Mike gave Maria a shrug. "I guess love is complicated. Marriage is complicated." He shrugged again. "People are complicated."

 Maria looked at Mike, like she was studying him. Mike wondered if she had her own demons. After all, girls as beautiful and sexy as Maria don't usually make it to 29 still single. She probably had disappointments and drama in her love life. Maria seemed to confirm it when she said "I guess I'll toast to that." They clinked coffee mugs.

 "So, they call you the Phantom," Maria said grinning at him. "Very hip code name. Kind of spy master mysterious."

 "I'm not sure where they got that," Mike said with an embarrassed laugh. "Or why I need a code name."

 "You haven't heard?" Maria said looking at him.

 "Heard what?"

 "God Mike you haven't changed," Maria said with a laugh. "You're so clueless sometimes." She grinned to let him know she was teasing and not being mean. 

 Maria was silent for a moment, thinking. Then, as if deciding to tell him, she said, "Remember that time, Jen asked me to visit you in London? When you were doing the Barnes Fellowship?" (Author's note: See Cheating and Rivals Part 7).

 "Yeah?" Mike said, prompting her.

 "I thought she was setting us up," Maria said with a laugh.

 "What?" Mike said not understanding. "We were dating."

 "I know but, if a girl wants to dump her boyfriend she sets him up with another girl," Maria told Mike. "Especially if she's already with another guy and feels guilty. So I thought that's why Jen wanted me to hang with you in London."

 "Oh," Mike said, his head suddenly spinning.

 "Anyway that's what I thought," Maria said with another laugh. "Stupid right? Obviously I was wrong. I mean, you guys were inseparable, you got married."

 "Yeah, we got married ..." Mike said. 

 A few minutes later Mike made an excuse to Maria and they parted. They hugged briefly and Maria gave him a peck on the cheek. "It's great seeing you again Mike," she said looking at him, her eyes sparkling. "I hope we get to work together."

 Mike hurried back to his dorm room. He needed to process this. He closed the dorm room door and sat on the bed, thinking. 

 While he was in London, Jen was cheating with Wesley (Allie's friend). She was cheating with Wesley when she told Maria to meet him in London. (Author's note: See Cheating and Rivals Part 10).

 Was Maria right? Jen tried to set him up with Maria because she wanted to dump him for Wesley?

 Okay, that didn't happen. Jen didn't dump him. He returned to Penn State after the Barnes Fellowship ended and they moved back together as a couple. It was like they were never apart. They graduated, lived together in New York and then got married. So Jen didn't dump him for Wesley.

 But Maria still might be right. Maybe Jen was thinking about dumping him for Wesley. Maybe she sent Maria to him in London hoping they would hook up. To give her an excuse to break up so she could be with Wesley. After it didn't happen, maybe Jen reconsidered and decided to stay with him instead of moving on to Wesley.

 Mike's heart pounded wildly. Did he almost lose Jen? To another guy? Did it almost really happen?

 Mike turned on his computer. He located the encrypted folder of pictures of Jen. He opened the folder called "Wesley."

 The pictures were fairly recent (Jen gave them to him). Before Frank, but not too long ago. Jen hooked up with Wesley the night before his wedding. THE NIGHT BEFORE! It got him incredibly hot whenever he thought about it. (See Cheating and Rivals Part 11). It was Jen at her sluttiest! He loved it!

 Mike scrolled through the pictures. Pictures of Jen after Wesley gave her a facial. Her face, hair and hands were covered with his milky sperm. There were sperm bubbles formed at her lips as she laughed. In the pictures you could see Jen's left hand. Wesley's sperm covered her wedding and engagement rings.

 More pictures, but in these you could see Jen's right hand too. She was wearing her Sophia ring. It was covered with Wesley spunk too. There was a video of Jen licking Wesley's jizz from her fingers and rings.

 There were pictures of Wesley fucking Jen. The pictures showed Wesley's cock in her pussy. At least Jen made him wear a condom.



Mike took out his cock and stroked himself as he scrolled through the pictures and video again. "Jen almost left me for another man," he chanted excitedly to himself as he looked at the sex pictures and video. "For a better man, better looking, with a better body, a bigger cock. She almost left me. For Wesley. She was going to break up with me to be with another man."

 Mike came, his cock shooting hot cum high into the air. "God, god, god," he said panting as he came down from his massive orgasm.

 With his cuckold lust sated, anxiety, jealousy and fear set it. "Is that why she sent Maria to me?" he asked himself again. "Because she was thinking about breaking up? She wanted to be with Wesley not me?"

 Mike couldn't sleep all night with these thoughts rolling around in his head. He thought about calling Jen but it wasn't something he wanted to discuss over the phone. It would have to wait until he got home.

 ******************

 Later that week Jen got an unexpected phone call. "Hey Jenny, it's me, Paige," Paige said. "I'm in town. Have time for a drink?"

 "What's the occasion?" Jen asked as she sat down in the booth with Paige. A waiter arrived. Both Jen and Paige ordered white wine.

 "I'm with my sister," Paige said. "You remember her, Cassie? She just had a baby. I'm helping out this week. Mom's coming next week."

 "Oh okay," Jen said. She tried to remember. "Cassie's second?"

 "Actually her third," Paige said.

 "Wow, a big family for New York City."

 "Yeah, they're looking for a place in Jersey," Paige said. Their drinks arrived. They clinked glasses and each took a sip of the chardonnay. "Anyway, I was curious how things are going with Frank. Are you still involved?"

 "Yeah," Jen said with a grin. "We just got back from the Caribbean."

 "You look tan," Paige observed.

 "I got a lot of sun," Jen said with a nod.

 "So Frank's good?" Paige asked.

 "He's awesome," Jen gushed. Thinking of Frank, she absentmindedly fingered the bra strap at her shoulder. She wore one of the custom La Perla bras under her dress. It felt heavenly! But then she looked concerned. "Paige, I ... I hope you're not upset."

 "Oh don't worry," Paige said with a laugh. "There was a time I'd be jealous if Frank was seeing another girl. And I'll admit I'm still kind of drawn to him. But now I'm trying to move pass that, with Bill and Alisha. I'm glad he's occupied with you." Paige paused and then grinned sheepishly. "Okay maybe I am a little jealous. You went in his jet?"

 "Um, yeah," Jen said hesitantly. She felt awkward, like in high school, dating a friend's old boyfriend.

 "Incredible huh?" Paige said looking melancholy at what she used to have.

 "Yeah," Jen said looking down at her feet.

 "I'm not trying to make you feel bad," Paige said reaching for Jen's hand. "I really am glad Frank's leaving me alone. I mean, envious but relieved too." She gave a humorless laugh. "You know what I mean?"

 "Yeah," Jen said with an awkward laugh back. "So you haven't, um, seen Frank?"

 "Not since that time I told you about," Paige said. (Author's note: see Cheating and Rivals – Part 17.) She studied her old high school friend and then grinned. "You've got it bad, right? You don't want Frank to see other girls?"

 "I mean, I guess," Jen said her face going red. "I don't know. Frank's got my head so fucked up. Can I ask you ... it's slutty but ...." Jen gave an embarrassed laugh. "Did Frank share you with other men?"

 "Sometimes," Paige said. "He gets off on it. Not like your husband. You said Mike likes watching you with other guys? Frank's different. He gets off on the power trip."

 "I'm still not sure I get that," Jen said.

 "I've had more time to think about it," Paige said with a laugh. "Frank wants to own you. It's a control thing. If he fucks you that's one thing. But it's a whole other level if you fuck other men because Frank says so. Then he's really controlling you. It's like, you're giving Frank control of your body."

 "Yeah ..." Jen said, her submissive side flaring up. She suddenly felt hot.

 "Having Mike involved, I can see where Frank would get off on that," Paige said. 

 "He's controlling Mike too, getting him to give in," Jen said offering an explanation. 

 "Yeah there's probably some of that. Frank always wants to be the alpha dog in the room," Paige said. "But he's really focused on you, not Mike. It's about controlling you. He wants you to KNOW he's controlling you. It's kind of like 50 Shades except more in your head. You're fucking other men because Frank says so. Your husband doesn't have a say in the matter. You're doing what Frank wants, not Mike."

 "Yeah, we're kind of going through that now," Jen said. Everything Paige was saying jived with what was going on.

 "Are you giving in?" Paige asked. 

 "Some things," Jen said. She whispered "I let Frank pierce my nipples."

 "Oh my god Frank loves that!" Paige said with a giggle. "I pierced mine too."

 "For Frank?" Jen asked.

 Paige nodded smiling mischievously. "I actually liked them. But then I met Bill. He's really conservative. So I took them out. I still wear my belly ring though. I got that for Frank too. Bill's not crazy about it but a pierced belly button is nothing like pierced nipples." 

 Jen nodded. Bill sounded like Mike at least about body art. The difference being, Mike had cuckold fantasies. In contrast, Bill didn't know about Paige's affair with Frank.

 Voicing these thoughts, Jen said "The thing is, Mike pushes me. He gets off on me giving into Frank."

 "Wow," Paige said her eyes going wide. For a moment she thought about what her life would be like if Bill was like Mike. If he pushed her to be with Frank. Then she'd be able to have both Bill AND Frank. "I guess I kind of envy you," Paige admitted.

 "It's not easy," Jen confided. "Mike goes back and forth. He's conflicted about my relationship with Frank. He goes ballistic over little things. You know how Frank likes short hair?" 

 "And brunettes," Paige said with a nod, looking at Jen's long blonde hair.

 "Mike would have a meltdown if I cut my hair," Jen said. "And if I dyed it brown ... god I can't imagine what he'd do. But like, really big things he's okay with. Or he says he's okay. I don't think he really is."

 "Like what?" Paige asked, intrigued.

 "Do you know about cuckold fantasies?" Jen asked.

 "I guess," Paige said. With a laugh she added "I'm not an expert. That's Mike's thing?"

 Jen nodded. She whispered "Some guys get super excited by the thought of another man getting their wife pregnant."

 "Are you serious?" Paige asked shocked, her eyes going wide. "Mike's like that?"

 Jen nodded. "I mean it's fantasy," she quickly said. "I don't think he wants it to happen for real. But you see why it excites him? A cuckold gets off on his wife giving herself to another man. The ultimate is having another man's baby."

 "God Jenny," Paige said, processing all of this. "So Frank pushes both your buttons. He's bad enough by himself, but Mike adds gas to the fire. That's wild Jenny."

 "I know, right?" Jen said with a humorless half laugh. 

 Paige knew Mike was not Anna's biological father. She hesitantly said "So Anna ... Mike's not –."

 "It happened while Mike was in jail," Jen explained. "I got so fucked up. It was a stupid affair."

 "While Mike was in jail?" Paige asked wide eyed. Jen nodded looking ashamed and regretful. "But Mike took Anna as his? What a great guy."

 "Mike's the best," Jen agreed. "Anna adores him."

 "But now you're involved with Frank," Paige said. 

 "I know it sounds crazy," Jen said, nodding. "But we're both into it. Mike's really into it. I can't say I'm doing it just for him because obviously I benefit from it. You know how I've always been a slut." Jen gave a self-critical laugh. "But if I didn't play with other men I don't think Mike would be happy."

 "Okay," Paige said, trying to process all this. She hesitantly asked "Mike wants you to let Frank get you pregnant?"

 "It's more like, he wants me to pretend," Jen said. "You're going to think this is really crazy, but Mike's using condoms and Frank's not."

 "Your husband's using condoms?" Paige said incredulously. "But you're on the pill right?"

 Jen nodded. She said "I told you it's crazy. But that's how Mike's head works. I go along because I want it to be good for him. I get to explore things with Frank but it's got to work for Mike too."

 "Yeah, I get it," Paige said nodding. She moved closer to Jen and whispered "You know, you might not have to worry with Frank."

 "What?"

 "I think Frank's sterile," Paige said.




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"What?" Jen repeated, shock in her voice this time.

 "I don't know for sure," Paige said. "After Sally died, Frank got sick. Shingles. It hit him hard. I visited him in the hospital. I heard the doctor tell Frank it might make him sterile. I'm not sure from the shingles or a complication. At the time I didn't think it mattered, Frank's in his 50s. Anyway, you know Frank, he got better, stronger than ever. But for you ...."

 Jen stared at Paige. "Are you sure?" she asked.

 "I'm not sure," Paige said shaking her head. "You'll have to ask Frank."

 "You think he'll tell me?" Jen asked.

 Paige shrugged. "Jenny he might not know himself. He's almost 60 now. Why would he care?"

 *********************

 Mike got home late Thursday. He'd had more time to think about what Maria said. He felt foolish thinking Jen had tried to set him up with Maria. That didn't make sense with everything else that happened. 

 Yes, Jen had cheated with Wesley. But as soon as he returned home the affair ended. Also, never in all the years since did Jen ever mention Wes, so it wasn't like she was pining for him. Yes, Jen fucked Wes the eve before his wedding. But Wes set that up, not Jen. Also, Jen kept her iPhone on the entire time so he could listen, so he knew she hadn't hidden anything from him.

 Still, Mike wanted to talk to Jen about what Maria said. But since he wasn't as agitated as before, he didn't want the Maria conversation to derail their family weekend together. So Mike decided to wait for the right time to bring it up.

 That weekend they spent quality time together as a family. Mike and Jen purposely avoided talking about the game or Frank, instead devoting all their time and attention to each other and Anna. Each night they made love without mentioning the game.

 Sunday night after putting Anna down, Jen walked Mike into the bedroom. "I want to show you something," she said. She pulled out the box from La Perla. "Frank sent this to me," she said. Jen opened the box. Mike stared at the 2 dozen or so bras. He reached out and touched some of them.

 "They'd padded," Mike said.

 "I guess Frank thinks of everything," Jen joked.

 Mike touched some of the other bras. "Some aren't," he said.

 "Yeah," Jen agreed. "They're custom made." She told Mike about Claudia (her fashion consultant), Annette (her buyer) and Bridget (her seamstress). "They took my measurements. I guess that's when Frank ordered the bras."

 "They sound like the stylists from Hunger Games," Mike said.

 "I guess," Jen said with a laugh. She hadn't thought of that, but he was right they sort of did.

 Mike fingered some of the padded bras. "If he ordered the bras then, he must've been planning the nipple rings then."

 Jen had reached the same conclusion. "I guess he plans ahead," she said.

 "Doesn't surprise me."

 "Yeah, I know," Jen agreed.

 "You like them?" 

 "They're beautiful," Jen said honestly. "I've never had custom bras. They feel amazing. Like not wearing anything."

 "So you want to keep them," Mike said.

 "I mean ... I don't know," Jen said hesitantly. She edged up to him so her shoulder touched his. "It's up to you baby."

 "He's giving you a lot of things," Mike said.

 "It doesn't mean anything to me," Jen said.

 "You don't love the diamonds?" Mike asked skeptically. "You're not getting addicted to his jet?" 

 Jen remembered her earlier conversation with Paige. She decided not to tell Mike about that, not yet. "I mean, they don't suck," she said with a laugh. "But I'm not addicted or anything like that." She hugged his arm. "It's not real baby. It's just part of the game."

 "I don't like all the gifts he's giving you," Mike said.

 "He's so rich it's like us going to the Starbucks for a latte," Jen said. "If Frank bought me a latte, that wouldn't bother you right?"

 Mike didn't respond. He fingered the bras contemplatively. Like a lot in their game he was conflicted about it. Bothered but excited too. Wanting to talk about something else while he processed all of this, he said "I read something the other day," he said. "You know the girl in the Starbucks sign? Originally she was topless."

 "Are you serious?" Jen said disbelievingly. 

 "Yeah, like a Norse mermaid," Mike said. "People complained."

 "Well yeah, hello," Jen said with a laugh.

 "Probably Republicans," Mike joked.

 "I doubt that," Jen said with another laugh.

 "Yeah, Donald probably loved it," Mike said with a grin back. "Anyway, they made her hair longer to cover her boobs. But that wasn't enough because her belly button was still showing."

 "Well I don't get that," Jen said.

 "I know," Mike agreed. "It's not like she was pierced."

 Jen playfully frowned at Mike and bumped his shoulder again. "Is this your way of yelling at me?" she teased.

 Mike grinned. "No I'm serious," he said. "Then they changed the sign so it's a close up of the mermaid. So you can't see her belly button. That's the sign they use now."

 "Well thank goodness, they can cross that world problem off the list," Jen joked with a laugh. She touched the box with the bras. "Maybe they should've drawn her with a bra."

 "Actually, a girl in a bra is sexier than a girl topless," Mike said looking at the box of bras.

 "You think so?" Jen said. "Something I'll never get. If you call it a bikini top it doesn't mean anything. But if it's a bra, suddenly it's risqué."

 "Same thing with shorts versus panties," Mike said. He shrugged. "An unsolved mystery. Like Stonehedge or why some people eat the white part of Oreos separately."

 Jen laughed. "I do that," she said grinning.

 "I know," Mike said grinning back. "Creepy," he said, making the one word come out like a ghostly howl.

 Jen smiled at him. "So what should we do with these bras?" she asked, edging the box towards Mike. Eyeing him, she said "I think you like the idea of me wearing bras Frank bought me. Like the belly ring, and nipple rings. They bother you, but in a good way."

 "You'll wear only these bras?" Mike asked touching the bras in the box again.

 Jen saw excitement in her husband's face. She said "I will if you want me too."

 Mike looked at her chest. "Are you wearing one now?" he asked.

 Jen nodded. "One of the padded ones."

 "It makes you look bigger."

 "A little," Jen agreed.

 Mike reached out and cupped one of her breasts. "I can barely feel the nipple ring," he said.

 "That's a good thing about it," Jen agreed. "No one knows."

 "Except you and Frank," Mike said.

 "And you," Jen pointed out.

 "It's sexy you have them," Mike said referring to her new nipple rings. "Like wearing a garter belt under your dress."

 "They do make me feel sexy," Jen agreed.

 Mike looked at her legs. They were bare, she wasn't wearing hose. "No stockings?" he asked. "It's getting cooler."

 "It was hot this afternoon," Jen said.

 "So you'll wear Frank's bras and his jewelry," Mike said. "But not wear stockings for me?"

 "It was hot this afternoon baby," Jen repeated rubbing his arm. "Indian summer I guess." 

 Jen studied her husband. There was hurt and jealousy there, but a lot of excitement too. She grinned knowingly and said "You don't want me to wear stockings, right? Another thing I'll do for Frank and not you."

 Mike looked excited but conflicted too. Jen studied his face again. Hurt, but not bad hurt. Not quite. "Remember it's only a game baby," she said tenderly stroking his face. "All make believe."

 "Yeah," Mike said. He continued to fondle her breast. "Still sore?"

 "It's getting better," Jen said. She took off her blouse, then her bra. Mike looked at his wife's small breasts. Her pierced nipples were hard, the small perfect diamonds sparkling. "They're always hard now," she said answering his unspoken question.

 "They're so beautiful baby," Mike gushed looking at her perfectly shaped breasts. Jen smiled at him.

 Mike touched one of her nipples. Jen immediately gasped and sucked in her breath. "Wow you're really sensitive," Mike said.

 "Yeah," Jen said, a grimace on her face. Her nipples were so sensitive to be painful.

 Mike gingerly touched one of the diamonds, slightly twisting the nipple ring (the nipple ring wasn't actually a ring; it was a thin platinum bar with small diamonds on either side). Jen gasped and grimaced again. "Not yet baby," she said grabbing Mike's hand to stop his touches. "They're still too sensitive."

 "When won't they be too sensitive?" Mike asked, bitterness in his voice. He was always back and forth with their game. Now the pendulum swung more towards hurt than excitement. It was like, because of the rings – of Frank's doing -- he wasn't allowed to touch his wife's breasts.

 "Soon," Jen immediately assured him hearing the hurt in his voice. "I'm just getting used to them baby." 

 "It's hard sometimes," Mike lamented.

 "But exciting too right?" Jen asked.

 "Yeah," Mike admitted.

 Jen looked into her husband's face. She put her hand on his crotch. He was hard.

 Jen got on her knees. Her hand was still on his crotch. Looking at him, she asked "Do you want me to do this?"

 "Yeah," Mike nodded. His voice was so dry with excitement the one word was almost not audible.

 Jen took out his cock. She swallowed him into her mouth. She didn't suck him long, not wanting him to cum that way.

 She pulled down her panties and pulled up her skirt. She got on top of Mike on the sofa (straddling his legs) and reached between them, taking hold of his hard cock. "No condom," she said. "I miss you. I want to feel you." She lowered herself on him. They both gasped as he entered her, reveling in the skin-to-skin contact.

 Jen wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. They kissed as they made love. She felt him getting close. "Cum inside me baby," she said riding him harder and more urgently. Mike came moments later.

 They snuggled on the sofa after their lovemaking. Jen unzipped her skirt and took it off (now she was completely naked) and Mike wrapped a blanket around them. 

 They turned on the TV. Jen snuggled with Mike under the blanket as Thursday night football played in the background. "Did you cum?" Mike asked already knowing the answer.

 "No but it felt really good," Jen said kissing his chest. 

 After a while, with football still playing in the background, Mike said "Remember Maria Fernandez? She works at CATF."

 "Really?" Jen said her eyes going wide. She was so surprised she didn't know what to say.

 "Small world huh?" 

 "Yeah, really small," Jen said awestruck. What was more amazing? That Maria worked at CATF? Or Willow was Miranda's aunt? "How is she? Is she married?"

 "She's dating a guy there, Brent," Mike told her. "You're Facebook friends?"

 "Yeah but, Maria doesn't post much," Jen said. Jen didn't post often either. Life was too busy.

 "Maria said something," Mike said. "Remember you asked her to hang with me in London? She thought you were setting us up."

 "What?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

 "She thought you were seeing another guy," Mike said. "So you wanted me to get involved with Maria to break up."

 "Break up with you?" Jen said astonished.

 Mike nodded. "That's what Maria thought," he said. He looked at her, waiting for her to respond.

 Jen scoffed. Break up with Mike? How ridiculous. But then it hit her. 

 Wes. 

 "Mike I didn't do it to break up with you," Jen quickly assured her husband. "I thought you were lonely in London. I thought it might cheer you up to see someone you knew."

 "I know that Jen," Mike said.

 Jen heard a tinge of uncertainty in her husband's voice. "Baby, I have never ever thought about breaking up with you," she assured him. "Not once since we started dating. You know Wes was just a stupid fling, right? You know that right? I never thought about leaving you for Wes."

 "I know Jen," Mike said.

 "Really? You're okay baby?" Jen said holding Mike's hands and looking in his eyes.

 "Yeah, I'm good," Mike assured her. With a sheepish smile, he said "I looked at those pictures of you and Wesley."

 Jen's eyes went wide and her cheeks turned red as she remembered. "Oh god I was such a slut," she said with an embarrassed laughed. She hugged his arm and looked into his eyes. "We're okay then baby? About all that?"

 "Yeah," Mike said. "You know, after Maria said it, I just wanted to talk about it."

 "I get it baby, talking's good," Jen said hugging Mike's arm tighter. "But I've never ever thought about breaking up with you. For Wes or any other guy. Never ever. Not even once."

 Mike grinned and he kissed his wife.

 But even as Jen kissed Mike back, she knew it was a lie. She HAD thought about it once. About breaking up with Mike for another man. Not for Wes but another man. But there was no need for Mike to ever know. 

 Later in bed, Mike asked "How does Frank fuck you?"

 "What? I don't know," Jen said with a laugh.

 "Yes you do," Mike said grinning at her. "With us you're usually on the top."

 "Not always," Jen said. "But Frank's usually on top. Or doggy."

 Mike nodded. "What else?" he prompted.

 Jen looked at him. As if making a decision, she said "He likes holding my hands. Over my head."

 Mike stared at his wife. "Show me," he said. He took off her white nighty and cotton panties and his boxers. Mike was already hard again. He got on top and entered her (again without a condom).

 "Show me," Mike said again as he stroked in and out of Jen. 

 "Like this," Jen said, taking Mike's hands and pulling them over her head so it was like Mike was holding her hands there.

 "He uses both hands?" Mike asked.

 "Usually just one," Jen said. 

 "He touches you with his other?" Mike asked. As he continued to rock in and out and hold Jen's wrists with his left hand, he took his right hand and cupped her breast. "Like this?"

 "Yeah," Jen said looking into Mike's eyes. "Sometimes he fingers my ass."

 Mike looked back into Jen's eyes. That's something he normally didn't do. But Jen never expressed interest in it before. "You like that?" he asked. 

 "Yeah, sort of," Jen admitted. Reading her husband's mind, she said "It's how he does it. He's really into it."

 "I can do it," Mike offered moving his hand to her ass.

 "You don't have to. That's not you," Jen said. She gave him a weak smile. "Everyone's different."

 "Another thing you do with Frank," Mike said bitterly, letting her hands go.

 "Mike honey it's not us," Jen said, trying to reassure him. She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him. "It's not us baby," she said again. 

 "You know why Frank holds your hands like that?" Mike said. "So when you cum you know it's his cock." Mike read it in Jen's face. "He told you that right?"

 Jen nodded. She remembered what Frank said and her cheeks flushed with excitement. "What do you think of that?" she asked her breath quickening.

 "Do you always cum with him?" Mike asked.

 "So far," Jen said nodding. "What do you think of that baby?" she asked again, caressing his chest as he continued rocking in and out of her.

 "Always on his cock?" Mike asked.

 "His tongue and fingers too," Jen said. "But yeah, when he fucks me I always cum on his cock. Every time so far." She stroked his face and said "Wanna hear something? Something Frank said?"

 "Yeah," Mike said eagerly.

 "It's really bad," Jen said. Her words were a warning but she knew Mike wouldn't be able to resist. She didn't want him to. She wanted to tell him.

 "Tell me," Mike said breathlessly.

 "He says, when you and I fuck," Jen said looking into Mike's eyes. "I should play with myself. Make myself cum."

 Other girls did it. Help themselves during intercourse. It was common. But Jen rarely did it. Maybe it was because of Mike. He was so obsessed with her cumming on the cock inside her. Mike's fantasies became hers. So for Jen, her lover either made her cum, or she didn't cum. She didn't play with herself during intercourse.

 Mike stared at Jen, processing her words. He continued to move in and out of her pussy. Finally he asked "Are you going to cum?"

 "I might," Jen said. She searched her body. This talk was turning her on. "Yeah, probably. If you hold off a little."

 "Play with yourself," Mike said. "Make yourself cum."

 "You want me to?" Jen asked excitedly. "With a little more, you'll make me cum baby."

 "No," Mike said shaking his head. "Make yourself cum."

 Jen reached a hand between their bodies. Mike lifted up on his arms to give her room. Jen found her clit. She rubbed herself. Mike looked down, watching his wife play with herself as he fucked her. 

 "What should I think about?" Jen asked.

 "Think about Frank," Mike told her.

 "No ... I'll think about, how you can't make me cum baby, so I have to make myself cum," Jen said excitedly.

 "Yeah," Mike said moaning.

 Jen closed her eyes. Her fingers danced over her clit. "Oh god," she groaned moments later. Her back arched and her toes curled as she came. Mike came moments later.

 *************************

 Aaron was all over Jasmine at the door of her hotel room. He ran his hands down her back to her ass as he kissed up her neck towards her lips.

 "No Aaron," Jasmine said turning her head away. "I've got an early meeting tomorrow."

 "You do? Again?" Aaron said clearly disappointed. They'd been dating for 2 months and she still hadn't let him into her panties. He hadn't even been inside her bra yet. It was torture, going out with a girl who had the looks and body of Kate Upton. Yet, not being able to feel her body or fuck her.

 "I'm sorry honey," Jasmine said with a weak smile, pulling away from him. "I'll call you tomorrow okay?" She gave him a kiss on the cheek and hurriedly escaped into her room.

 "God," Jasmine sighed as she dropped her bag on the floor and tossed off her high heels. At that moment her cell rang. "God," she lamented again thinking it was Aaron. But looking at the caller id she saw it was Deidre. "You're up late" she said into the phone to her best friend.

 "How was your date with Aaron?" Deidre asked. 

 "Another disaster," Jasmine said. "We have no chemistry."

 "Of course not. You're just dating him because he's the whip's senior aide," Deidre said judgmentally.

 "I just met him that way Dee," Jasmine said tiredly. This was an old argument. Deidre was always critical of her choice of men, going all the way back to when they were roommates in college. They roomed together all 4 years. "I'm not that scheming."

 "Yes you are," Deidre said, although this time her voice was softer. After a pause, she asked "Can I come up?"

 Jasmine paused too. Then she said "Okay."

 It took Deidre only a minute. They were staying in a hotel in Washington DC because the next day Jasmine had a meeting with party leadership. "Hey," Deidre said when Jasmine opened the door.

 "Hi," Jasmine said back. Deidre stepped inside and Jasmine closed the door. Jasmine poured two glasses of white wine. She handed one of the glasses to Deidre.

 "So did Aaron fuck you?" Deidre asked.

 "God Dee," Jasmine lamented tiredly. She wasn't up for Deidre's critique of her love life tonight.

 Deidre heard the weariness in Jasmine's voice. "Sorry," she said. "Long day?"

 "Long campaign," Jasmine said. "Why am I doing this Dee?" she asked feeling frustrated. "I'm going to lose."

 "Because you want to be President someday," Deidre said. "And this is the first step. Remember our plan. Senate. Governor. VP. President. It doesn't matter if you lose this time. You're going to run for Governor in 4 years anyway. What matters is, this campaign is changing the voters' perception of you. And you're building a big war chest to use later."

 "I got the latest numbers from Jen," Jasmine said. "My numbers are up. Across the board, even with women."




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"That's good Jas," Deidre said coldly. "But I really don't feel like talking about Jennifer Andrews."

 "Well I don't feel like talking about her either," Jasmine shot back. "How do you think it makes me feel having to sit in meetings with her? She always looks so perfect. Do you think she dyes her hair?"

 "Every blonde dyes her hair," Deidre said knowingly.

 "Fuck you Dee," Jasmine said with a glare.

 "Whatever," Deidre said. They were silent for long moments. Finally Deidre got the wine bottle and refilled their glasses. She said "You know she's fucking Frank."

 "Dee everyone knows she's fucking Frank," Jasmine scoffed. "And I'm sure Mike is getting off on it. They're perfect for each other."

 "You should have married him Jasmine," Deidre said scoldingly.

 "Like I had a choice," Jasmine said angrily. 

 Deidre put her hands out as if in surrender. "I'm just saying, Mike was perfect. Public figure but not overbearing. Agrees with your views." She looked at Jasmine intently to emphasize her next point. "Open minded."

 "You mean perverted," Jasmine said. 

 "I mean open minded," Deidre insisted.

 Jasmine gave a "whatever" shrug. As if to herself, she said "I liked him too."

 "I know you did honey," Deidre said, squeezing Jasmine's hand consolingly. She felt a tinge of jealousy. But Mike Andrews was a guy. She could live with that. "I liked him too," Deidre said, squeezing Jasmine's hand again. The squeezed turned into a caress. "We need to find a man like that. Right?"

 Jasmine looked at her friend. Deidre was a little taller. She had long dark hair and wore glasses. With the glasses she looked like a pretty librarian. Deirdre didn't have a voluptuous Playboy centerfold body (unlike Jasmine) but she was definitely attractive (in a bookish kind of way).

 Jasmine gave Deidre a weak smile. "Right," she said.

 Deidre leaned in and kissed Jasmine. "Wait honey," Jasmine said. She took off Deidre's glasses. Then Jasmine kissed her back. They fell onto the bed and took their time undressing each other. Then they made passionate love.

 *******************

 A few days later Willy was eating a Burrito Supreme from Taco Bell and drinking an Old Mil when he got the latest download of Jasmine Kelly's hotel room. He clicked on the video and watched. 

 Willy's eyes went wide as the video played out on the computer screen. Taco Bell and the cheap beer were forgotten. "Holy fuck, this is the mother lode!" he said to himself, barely able to believe his eyes. The sexy ESPN-CNN reporter was a dyke! He was going to be rich! 





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 "I'm going to miss you so much honey," Jen said as she hugged and kissed Anna. "I have to gone on a business trip for a couple days. Daddy will be here. Maggie will be too sometimes."

 "Okay mommy," Anna said. She was too young to really understand what it meant for her mother not to be there. Her mom worked a lot anyway; Anna was used to it. Anna brightened at the prospect of seeing Maggie. She loved playing with Maggie. Maggie was like her big sister.

 Jen kissed Anna again then went into the bedroom to finish packing. As she entered the bedroom she took off her engagement ring and wedding band and put them in a box on the top of her dresser. Then she turned to Mike and hugged him. She said "I'm going to miss the two of you."

 "It's only a couple days," Mike said hugging her back. He grinned at her. "You'll be busy."

 Jen grinned back at him. "It really helps with you here," she said hugging him tight. She added with a whisper so Anna couldn't hear, "I'm not just talking about the game." In a more normal voice she said "I mean everything. Knowing you're here when I'm not. Taking care of Anna."

 "I never thought I'd be a stay at home dad," Mike said. He worked part time teaching and with the CATF. Because his jobs were part time, it meant he was able to be with Anna a lot. But it also meant his income was limited. 

 Reading his thoughts, Jen said "I like it this way baby. We have friends who are just like us. It's pretty common now you know." Mike was the stay at home dad while she was the primary wage earner.

 "I always thought the man should make the money," Mike lamented.

 "You ARE my man," Jen assured him, giving him another kiss and hug. "It doesn't matter how much money you make."

 Mike didn't want to get into this conversation with Jen about to catch a plane. Changing the subject, he said "I'm thinking about getting a drink with Jim to catch up." He closed their bedroom door halfway so they could still watch Anna as she played with her toys but she couldn't hear their conversation.

 "Oh," Jen said. She'd forgotten about that. "Stacy's pregnant again?"

 "That's what Jim texted me," Mike said with a nod. "I'll get the details when I see him. I might see Stacy too."

 "Oh okay," Jen said hesitantly. "And Stacy's friend – what's his name? Deshawn? Will he be there?"

 "I guess he might," Mike said with a shrug. "I don't know where things stand with them."

 Jen nodded and thought about it. She knew Mike's pregnancy fantasies would go into over-drive after seeing Jim and Stacy. Especially if Deshawn was there. Especially if Stacy really was pregnant and her bump was showing. Jen would have to deal with that when she got home because that was one fantasy she had no intention to make come true. But lately she'd been thinking of ways to help Mike explore his pregnancy fantasies (without actually doing it for real). After all he was letting her explore her fantasies with Frank, so it was only right she help him explore his if she could.

 Having Mike wear Durex condoms was one way. She didn't like using condoms (especially the extra thick Durex's) because she liked feeling him but she knew at some level he got off on knowing there was no way his sperm could get inside her. Her conversation with Paige gave her other ideas. So maybe it was a good thing Mike was seeing Jim and Stacy (and Deshawn too). It would certainly give him some exciting fun (beyond watching the Mets) while she was with Frank. 

 Then it hit Jen. Watching might involve Mike seeing Deshawn and Stacy having sex. Jen didn't like the idea of that. She wanted Mike's sexual thoughts and life to be focused exclusively on her. But they'd watched Stacy and Deshawn before, both of them, at the sex party. (Author's note: This happened in Cheating and Rivals Part 12) This was a tame thing (watching people fucking) compared to what she was doing (actually having sex with other men). Jen knew she had no right to object. 

 Having reached that decision, Jen decided to encourage Mike. So she smiled and said "I think it's a great idea. Say hi to Jim and Stacy for me. And Deshawn too if he's there."

 Mike nodded, looking at Jen. Her easy, complete acceptance bothered him. It was what he wanted, but it still bothered him. It was like she was getting rid of him (so he wouldn't bother her while she was with Frank). It reminded him of what Maria said. He felt an ache in the pit of his stomach but didn't show it, because he knew he was being schizoid about everything.

 A little later Jen said "Oh I almost forgot. Bobby and Grace are renting that house in the Hamptons next weekend."

 "This late in the year?" Mike asked surprised.

 "That's what I said," Jen said. "I don't know. Allie says it's an excuse to party."

 "Maybe watch the Mets and the Royals," Mike offered. "If they're still playing."

 "Yeah I guess," Jen said with a shrug. "I don't really want to go. But Allie's going and she really wants us there. She's upset about Darren. He's mentioned divorce."

 Mike grimaced, feeling bad for both Allie and Darren, and especially their son Darren Jr. (they called him DJ). "Maybe you should go and I'll stay here with Anna," Mike suggested. "You can make it a girl's weekend." Even after knowing Allie for over a decade Mike still felt uncomfortable around her. Mike felt uneasy around "Populars" and Allie was the epitome of The Popular Girl. 

 Jen read his thoughts. "Allie likes you Mike," she assured him. "She really does. She'll be disappointed if you aren't there. Anyways, Allie's bringing DJ and he'll want to play with Anna. She will too. I don't want you here by yourself if we're at the beach."

 A few minutes later Jen got a call on her cell. "Lou and Hugh are downstairs," she told Mike. She picked up her suitcase.

 "Have fun," Mike said forcing a smile.

 "You too," Jen said with a smile back. She gave him a hug and kiss. "I'll call you."

 "If you don't that's okay," Mike said. He didn't want Jen to make a promise she might not be able to keep. "I know you'll be busy. We'll catch up on Sunday. You'll be home Sunday right?" Calling was one thing, but getting home was another. He wanted her home.

 "I'll fly back early Sunday," Jen promised. "And I will call." She kissed and hugged Mike and Anna, then she was gone.

 It was a short flight from the private New Jersey airport to Boston's Logan Airport. The fundraiser was being held at the Marriott but Frank booked rooms at the St. Regis hotel so they would have more privacy. He booked 2 rooms so there was at least the illusion to the rest of Jasmine's team they weren't sleeping together. 

 They arrived at the St. Regis and Frank hurriedly led Jen to his room. Inside his room he was all over Jen. "I missed you," he said as he urgently kissed her and ran his hands over her body. Jen was just as hungry for Frank. They tore off their clothes and made passionate love. 

 Jen had a small orgasm when Frank entered her bareback, his thick cock stretching her wide. She came again when he came, the feel of his cock erupting inside her throwing her over the edge into a massive orgasm. Like he often did, Frank held Jen's hands over her head so she knew it was his cock giving her body such pleasure.

 Afterwards they got ready for the fundraiser. Frank watched as Jen pulled one of the new padded bras from her suitcase. "You brought some of the unpadded ones?" he asked.

 "Yes but I'm not wearing one tonight," Jen told him, finality in her voice. If she wore an unpadded bra the nipple rings would easily dent her dress. No way she was going to let that happen at a formal event like the fundraiser. Especially with the bottle blonde bitch Jasmine there. Frank's head games were exciting but there were limits.

 Frank nodded, as if agreeing there were limits. "I have something for you," he said. He opened the closet. It was full of dresses.

 "Oh my god," Jen gasped. She hurried to the closet and ran her hands through the dresses. Christian Dior, Prada, Gucci, Chanel, Fendi, Armani, Vera Wang, they were all there, all the designers Jen admired and coveted. "Freaking amazing," she gushed with wonder as she slowly fingered through the beautiful dresses. 

 "Claudia worked with the designers," Frank explained. "She and Annette picked them out for you."

 "She worked with the designers?" Jen said in shock, staring at Frank. "Who? What did she say?"

 Frank gave Jen a helpless smile. "To be honest Jen honey I don't know the details," he said. "I'm sure Claudia will be happy to explain everything. Have you contacted her yet?"

 "No," Jen said.

 "You should Jenny," Frank urged her. He tenderly stroked her cheek. "She works for you. Claudia, Annette and Bridget, they all work for you. They want you to call them, ask questions, have them do things for you. Otherwise they think you're not happy with their work. It's all about managing your personal staff."

 "Um, okay," Jen said uncertainly. "I have a personal staff?" she said to herself.

 "This I did attend to myself," Frank said handing Jen a small wrapped box.

 "God Frank you have to stop giving me things," Jen said with a laugh. Despite her words she was clearly pleased and charmed. Like all girls, Jen liked gifts. Especially gifts from a man she liked.

 "Open it," Frank said, smiling at hearing the delight in Jenny's voice.

 Jen opened it. Inside was a small bottle of perfume. Jen spritzed a little on her wrist. The fragrance was amazing!

 "You normally wear Ralph Lauren Romance?" Frank said.

 "Um, yeah," Jen said, surprised he (or any man) would recognize her perfume. She'd worn Romance for years. It'd been a Valentine's Day gift from Mike. He never even smelled it, he just liked the name ("Romance"). Jen had worn it ever since.

 "Claudia told me," Frank explained with a grin. "I met with Ralph and he designed this perfume for you.

 "You freaking met with Ralph Lauren?" Jen said shocked and awestruck.

 Frank nodded like it was no big deal. "I told Ralph how special you are," he said. "Sexy, young, bubbly, beautiful, sassy, romantic, full of life. A ballerina. I told him about your role in Chicago."

 "Oh my god you won't let that go," Jen said with a laugh but she was clearly flattered by all his compliments and attention.

 "I have friends on Broadway," Frank said grinning to her. "I told them about you. They'd like to meet you."

 "Frank, god, you're crazy," Jen said looking incredulously at him, but also beaming into his eyes. 

 Frank chuckled. "In any case ... Ralph started with Romance and made it special for you. This is the only bottle in the world."

 "God," Jen said staring mesmerized at the crystal bottle. "This is too much Frank," she said completely blown away.

 "We need to name it," Frank said, the grin still on his face. "I think we should call it Goddess."

 Jen looked uncertainly at Frank. "Goddess" was Mike's nickname for her. It didn't feel right letting Frank use it. Using it as her safe word was okay; it was like Mike saving her. But this didn't feel right.

 "Um, I'm not sure, Goddess might be too highfalutin for me," Jen said with an awkward laugh. "How about, um ... how about Jenny?"

 Frank's smile grew wider. "Jenny, I like that," he said. "Because you're my Jenny."

 Jen gave Frank a weak smile. "I do kind of feel like Jenny when I'm with you," she said. Her knees felt weak looking at him. 

 "Jenny it is then," Frank said. He leaned in and kissed Jen. Jen kissed him back.

 "It's all too much though," Jen said a moment later. She worried about Mike's reaction to all this. She looked at the dresses and perfume. All that added to the extremely expensive diamonds in her nipples and belly button. And the Caribbean vacation. And the private jet. And, and .... Mike was not going to like this.

 Frank read her mind. "People make choices Jenny, and things happen for a reason," he said sagely. "Mike has certain skills but he's squandered opportunities, made shortsighted decisions. I think your husband's reached his ceiling professionally. That's something you need to accept Jenny."

 "There's nothing wrong with teaching," Jen said. "I always thought he was going to be a teacher when we were in college. He's not practical really. He doesn't do well with the rat race. Teaching fits him better than Wall Street or Apple."

 "He's teaching high school, not even college. Not even graduate school," Frank pointed out. "And part time at that."

 "I like it that way," Jen told Frank. "I like Mike at home. I like knowing where he is."

 "A man's not supposed to stay at home," Frank said. "A man's supposed to go out and take care of his family."

 "God that's so Neanderthal," Jen scoffed. "And you wait until someone you love is put in jail, and you can't see him, you don't know what's happening, you don't know if they're ever going to let him go. Then maybe you'll like knowing he's at home."

 Frank didn't reply, one of the few times in his life he didn't have anything to say. With the fundraiser approaching, Jen said "I think I'll just wear my own dress Frank." She laid the bottle of Jenny on the table, unused. She pulled a dress from her suitcase. With the mood broken, Frank didn't try to convince her otherwise.

 ********************

 Jen forced herself to work the room. Unlike the prior fundraisers, Jasmine and Leo were there along with others from Jasmine's campaign like Deidre. Other Democratic bigwigs were there too, like JJ. 

 So Jen pushed Frank from her thoughts as she worked the fundraiser. By the end of the evening they once again exceeded the target goal by over 150%. Everyone on Jasmine's team thanked and congratulated her. Most realized the evening's success was due to Jen's efforts even more than Frank's. 

 Jasmine didn't thank Jen though. She didn't even talk to Jen all night long although more than once Jen caught Jasmine looking at her, like she was judging her. That annoyed Jen, but then she made no effort to talk to Jasmine either. Whatever, it didn't matter. She was making contacts and advancing her career. Which was a good thing, because even though Frank was an ass, he was right. Mike didn't make a lot of money.

 Afterwards everyone went to a bar to celebrate. Jen chatted with people she knew like Leo. She did her best to avoid Frank. The evening's success though tempered her annoyance. 

 "Are you going to ignore me all night?" Frank whispered to her as the celebration continued around them.

 "I might if you keep being a jerk," Jen said.

 "I'm sorry Jenny," Frank said earnestly. He looked vulnerable again. "I'm actually not good with people. Socially I mean. I don't know when to turn it off."

 "Well, now you know criticizing Mike's career is over the line," Jen chastised him. "It's not Mike's reached his ceiling. It's where he wants to be right now. And I want him to be where he wants to be. Do you understand that Frank? It's what married people do, they support each other."

 "I understand," Frank said between clenched teeth. He wasn't used to this. Being chastised, having to admit he was wrong. He didn't like it. But he liked less Jenny being angry and giving him the cold shoulder. "I apologize." He gave her an almost boyish smile. "I take it all back. Are you coming to my room tonight?"

 "Will see," Jen said noncommittally, her tone still cold. Then she moved her foot and dug the stiletto of her high heel into Frank's ankle. Giving him a sexy smile, she said "If you're a good boy." Frank grinned at her, a mixture of relief and excitement on his face.

 JJ watched Jen and Frank from across the room. He approached them. "Hello Frank," he said offering his hand.

 "JJ," Frank said with a nod, shaking JJ's offered hand. The 2 power brokers looked at each other a moment, like 2 predators paying each other respect.

 JJ turned to Jen. "I don't think we've met," he said. "I'm Jonathan Jakes. People call me JJ."

 "Jennifer Andrews," Jen said shaking JJ's offered hand. Frank frowned at Jen's use of her real last name, but what could he do?

 "You did a wonderful job tonight," JJ said to Jen. He grinned and joked "Maybe we can get your help with a candidate who has a chance of winning."

 Jen frowned at JJ. "Jasmine Kelly is a social liberal who's financially conservative and supports a strong military," she said. "How is that a bad thing? Her only problem is she's young and beautiful." Jen frowned at herself. Why the fuck was she defending the Jasmine Kelly bitch?

 "Well, perhaps the former more than the latter," JJ said with a chuckle. He tilted his head as he eyed Jen. "You're Mike Andrews's wife?"

 "Yes," Jen said.

 "And you support Jasmine Kelly?" JJ asked with a raised eyebrow. 

 Jen flushed at JJ's reference to Mike and Jasmine's past relationship. "I'm working for her," she said defiantly. "I'm voting for her." Once again she couldn't believe what she was saying. 

 JJ looked at Jen contemplatively. "Well, good for you," he said. He nodded at Frank then walked away. As he did he glanced at Jen's left hand. No wedding ring.

 As the celebration wound down, JJ kept his eye on Jennifer Andrews. It wasn't hard, the stunning girl was easy to look at. JJ noticed she spent a lot of time with Frank Tower. He frowned at that.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 30-31



****************

 By the time they got to Frank's room in the St. Regis Jen was over her annoyance at him. They arrived to a spread of champagne, caviar and scrambled eggs with white truffles and that certainly helped! 

 Frank stood behind Jen as she surveyed the table of food. He kissed her neck and behind her ear as he unzipped her dress. He pushed it off her shoulders and it fell to the floor, bunching around her high heeled feet. 

 Frank kissed down Jen's neck, making her moan. He kissed down the straps of her bra. Then he unsnapped her bra and pushed it off her shoulders and arms. It fell to the floor next to her dress.

 Frank picked Jen up, like a groom picking up his new bride. He carried her to the silk covered bed and gently laid her down. He sat on the edge of the bed and looked at her, his eyes traveling from her face, down her body then back again. "God you're stunning," he gushed.

 Jen smiled at him. "Come here," she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. She pulled him to her and they kissed. They made out until they were both panting.

 "Just us tonight?" Jen asked. It was just the two of them in his room.

 "You sound disappointed," Frank said with a chuckle.

 "No," Jen said. "More like ... I'm surprised."

 "Don't worry Jen honey, I've got plans for tomorrow," Frank assured her. The Saturday fundraiser was in the morning. Then all afternoon and evening in Belmont. Jen played to fly home first thing Sunday morning.

 "Is that a promise or a threat?" Jen joked. Her pussy tingled at the prospect of what might happen tomorrow. Certainly something exciting, pushing her boundaries even more.

 Frank brushed her blonde hair from her beautiful face. He gave her a tender, loving kiss. Then he sat back up and looked at Jen's breasts. "So beautiful," he said almost reverently, his eyes focusing on the nipple rings. "Has Mike played with the rings yet?"

 "My nipples are still too sensitive," Jen said.

 "That's the point Jenny. They're supposed to be sensitive," Frank said. "Mike doesn't know how to touch you." Frank gently stroked his fingertip across one of Jen's nipples.

 "Oh god," Jen groaned, her back arching. "Too much Frank, I'm not ready yet."

 "Yes you are," Frank said. He took off his tie. He pulled Jen's hands over her head and began tying her wrists to the bed post using the tie.

 "No Frank," Jen objected. Although the prospect of being tied up made her pussy tingle.

 "Trust me Jenny," Frank said. He secured her wrists to the bedpost. "I won't hurt you. I'd never hurt you," he said tenderly stroking her pretty face. "You're too precious to me."

 Frank leaned down and gently kissed Jen's nipples. He tenderly sucked her nipples into his mouth, rolling his tongue over them. 

 Jen grimaced expecting to feel pain. But she felt pleasure instead. Unlike Mike, Frank knew exactly how to touch her newly pierced nipples. Where to touch her, how fast, how hard, everything.

 Frank continued to expertly kiss, suck and lick Jen's nipples. Jen moaned and arched her back, her head swinging back and forth. There had always been a connection between her nipples and clit. After having Anna that connection has been weaken somewhat. Now though it was stronger, stronger than ever before. It was like her nipples and clit weren't just connected, they were one and the same. As Frank kissed and licked her, it was like he was kissing and licking both her nipples and clit at the same time.

 Frank expertly read Jen's body. He knew exactly the right time. Too soon and she wouldn't be able to handle it. Too late and he'd miss the crest. But Frank knew exactly when. Just as Jen was peaking, just as she was going over the edge, Frank used his fingers to gently tug and twirl the bars in Jen's nipples. 

 Jen's response was immediately and thunderous! "OH GOD!" she cried, violently throwing her head back, her back arching wildly, her toes curling in her high heels, her hands clutching at the bindings. "OH FUCK!" she screamed as an orgasm like no other ripped through her body.

 "Oh god oh god oh god," Jen panted as her body shuddered from orgasmic aftershocks. Frank knew from experience that now Jen's nipples WERE too sensitive to be touched. He backed off her breasts. He untied her hands and pulled her to him. Jen willingly melted into his arms, her body still convulsing from the most FREAKING INCREDIBLE orgasm of her life.

 "See?" Frank said. "Mike doesn't know how to touch you."

 "I guess not," Jen said still panting. 

 Frank tilted Jen's face up to him so they looked into each other's eyes. "I do," he said.

 Jen stared into Frank's eyes, a look of wonder and awe at the man who just gave her the best orgasm of her life. "Yeah, you do," she agreed. 

 A little later Frank asked "Have you thought about Juliet and Mike?"

 "I'm still thinking about it," Jen said.

 "It'll give us more time together," Frank said urging her.

 Jen didn't say anything. She wasn't sure if she wanted more time with Frank Tower. The pleasure he gave her, the excitement. His power and affluence. Maybe it was too dangerous to spend more time with him.

 Frank frowned when Jen didn't respond. But he didn't pursue it. Time enough for that later. He pulled Jen to him and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. Jen didn't resist. In fact she snuggled into him, her arm going around his chest, her leg over his. They slept that way, snuggled together all night long.

 ****************

 At that moment, Deidre was with Jasmine in her room at the Marriott. "You fucking couldn't keep your eyes off Jen tonight," Deidre said scowling at Jasmine.

 "You're so wrong," Jasmine said with a dismissive laugh. "I'm happy though you hate the flat chested bitch as much as me."

 "I don't hate Jen," Deidre said, although she was yellow with jealousy. "I hate YOU because it's so obvious you cream whenever you look at her."

 "Are you out of your mind?" Jasmine said with an incredulous look on her face. "I can't stand Jennifer Andrews."

 "Just tell me the truth Jas," Deidre said challengingly. "Do you want to fuck Jen because you want to fuck Jen? Or do you want to fuck Jen because you want to fuck Mike?"

 Jasmine stared at Deidre but didn't say anything. At that moment her cell rang. It was Leo.

 "I just sent you a video," Leo said. He sounded angry and scared. "You need to watch it."

 "What is it?" Jasmine said opening her MacBook.

 "Just watch it," Leo snapped.

 Jasmine shrugged, thinking "what's up Leo's butt tonight?" She clicked on the video attached to Leo's email. Deidre stood behind her, watching the screen along with Jasmine.

 Jasmine's eyes went wide as the video play. "Oh my god," she gasped.

 "Yeah, oh my god," Leo said dryly on the phone. "I'm calling your father."

 "No Leo you can't!" Jasmine said immediately. She was horrified at the prospect of her father finding out. 

 "We have to Jas," Leo said. He said accusingly (sounding angry and hurt), "Why didn't you tell me?"

 "How could I tell you?" Jasmine said looking at Deidre. "Please Leo! Don't tell my father! Don't tell anyone!"

 Leo hesitated. He'd know Jasmine all her life. Now she didn't sound like the confident, assertive, hard charging candidate. Now she sounded like a frightened little girl. "Alright, I won't call him," Leo said. But he added "Yet." He said "I'm coming up. We need a plan."

 "Okay," Jasmine said. After hanging up, she looked at Deidre. Dee looked terrified.

 "What are we going to do?" Deidre asked looking scared.

 Jasmine shook her head. She was just as scared. She felt like her life was over. All her plans, her future, destroyed by a sex tape. She didn't know what to do.

 Then she thought of Mike Andrews.

 *********************

 "Stacy's pregnant?" Mike asked as he sat down with Jim at a bar. (Maggie was babysitting Anna.) "With Deshawn?"

 Jim nodded with a big grin. "About a month pregnant," he said excitedly.

 "So everything's okay?" Mike asked.

 "Everything's brilliant mate," Jim said enthusiastically. "Stacy's happy, she's got the man she wants. It's different this time, but good different. Deshawn's different than Darren."

 "How?"

 "Deshawn's more big black cockish I guess," Jim said with a laugh. 

 "Darren's getting more into that," Mike told him. Darren was the biological father of their daughter, Dannika. "He and his wife broke up."

 "Yeah, I'm sorry about that," Jim said, having already heard. Although Mike sensed he didn't really care. They were with Deshawn now. Darren was just a bull from their past. Which was probably a good thing for Jim and Stacy's future together. They seemed enthralled with Deshawn right now, but in time he would fade away from their lives and just be a former bull like Darren.

 "How's Deshawn more ...." Mike paused as a waitress appeared. She was a cute college girl and wore skinny jeans and black ankle boots. Wow, long legs. The waitress introduced herself as Charlie, telling them it was short for Charlize. Mike ordered a scotch and Jim a pint. Both men watched as Charlie walked away. Nice view.

 "How's Deshawn more BBC?" Mike asked, finally turning his eyes away from Charlie's backside and back to Jim.

 "More demanding, of both me and Stacy," Jim said with a grin. "Stacy loves it. He's exactly what she wants."

 "You love it too?" Mike asked.

 "It's hard sometimes," Jim admitted. "I'm not allowed sexual contact with Stacy. Deshawn says she belongs to him until the baby's born. Like, he doesn't want his baby soiled."

 Mike nodded, his cock getting hard. He asked "What happens then?" 

 "Deshawn's not specific," Jim said. "He says I'll get Stacy back. But he says she's still his whenever he wants."

 "Stacy's okay with that?" Mike asked with a frown. It was hot but disturbing.

 "Stacy's good with anything Deshawn wants right now," Jim said with a laugh. But it was a laugh without any humor. For the first time Mike sensed cracks in Jim's wall of exuberance. 

 Mike wanted – needed – to know more. He asked "So, what does no sexual contact mean?" 

 "It means no sexual contact," Jim said. "Nothing. I'm not even allowed to see Stacy naked." He laughed, again with no humor. Mike sensed some resentment and concern. "I haven't seen my wife's breasts for weeks."

 "That's fucked up Jim," Mike said. Yes, he shared Jim's fantasies. But there were limits. He would always insist on being the #1 man in Jen's life. It seemed like Jim was ceding that away.

 "We started down a path Mike," Jim said, as if telling Mike something he already knew. "An exciting path. You know what I'm talking about. But I had to give up some things."

 "Your wife," Mike said.

 "No, Stacy's still my wife," Jim said defensively. He was getting irritated with Mike. "I gave up sex with Stacy for a while. But really, when Jen's hot with another man, how much sex do you get? Don't count mercy fucks or hand jobs to keep you happy. I mean real hot sweaty sex with Jen. How much do you get?"

 Mike knew Jim was right. When was the last time he and Jen had hot passionate sex that didn't involve Frank somehow? So long ago Mike couldn't remember. 

 "Okay Jim I'm sorry," Mike said relenting. He smiled apologetically to ease the tension between them. "You're right. I'm sorry. I sure can't judge you."

 "Alright then," Jim said although he still sounded miffed.

 "I guess it's what I'm going through right now," Mike explained. "Jen's with a real controlling guy."

 "She's with him now?" Jim asked, his annoyance turning to curiosity. Two cuckolds talking about their favorite subject and sharing experiences, like boys trading baseball cards.

 Mike nodded. "His name's Frank. The father of one of Jen's high school friends."

 "Jen knew him when she was in high school?" Jim asked excitedly. He gushed "Mike that's so fucking hot."

 Mike grinned. He thought it was hot too.

 "Did they hook up back then?" Jim asked eagerly.

 "No but Jen fucked her history teacher" Mike said with a grin.

 Jim's eyes went wide. "God Mike I think I'm in love with your wife," he joked admiringly.

 Mike grinned proudly. At that moment he felt even happier and luckier than usual to be married to Jen. She was the perfect girl!

 "So how's Frank controlling?" Jim asked.

 "He pierced Jen's nipples and belly button," Mike said. In his mind, despite Jen's protests to the contrary, she did her belly button for Frank, as well as her nipples.

 "That's hot," Jim said enthusiastically. "You benefit from that. You should thank Frank."

 "I'm not into piercings," Mike said.

 "You don't think it's hot?" Jim said skeptically.

 "Okay it's hot," Mike admitted with a laugh.

 "Okay so what else?" 

 "Frank doesn't like hose," Mike said. "So Jen doesn't wear stockings anymore."

 "Doesn't wear stockings, okay got that," Jim said with a laugh, clearly discounting the importance of hosiery. "Next?"

 Mike couldn't help laughing too. Not that stockings weren't important to him, but at Jim's good spirited reactions. It was contagious. He said "Frank's got me wearing condoms with Jen."

 "You still have sex though?" Jim asked. When Mike nodded he said "But he makes you wear condoms?" Mike nodded again. "Let me guess, Frank doesn't use condoms?"

 "No," Mike said.

 "Is Jen on the pill?"

 "Yes."

 "Okay, let me get this straight," Jim said with a laugh. "You use condoms and Frank doesn't. But you're still having sex with Jen. And it doesn't matter anyway because Jen's on birth control. No offense Mike, but your version of controlling is pretty Cuckold 101 to me."

 Mike laughed. Jim laughed too.

 "Remember I'm the dude whose wife is pregnant with her second black baby" Jim added with a grin.

 "Okay, okay," Mike said laughing some more. "You win." Jim laughed too.

 "Actually I'm not that worried about what happens after the baby comes," Jim said, returning to Mike's earlier question. "Black bulls like Deshawn are in high demand. You have no idea how many white couples are into this. Black guys like Deshawn get all the white pussy they want. And really hot white girls too."

 "To get pregnant?" Mike asked.

 "Maybe not at first," Jim said. "The white couple might start with a pretty vanilla BBC fantasy. But they meet other people in the lifestyle, like Stacy and me. They see how hot it is. And it's not unusual today to have bi-racial babies so that's not a big deal like before. These bulls, they're fathering children all the time. It's like that horse, the Triple Crown winner -- American Pharoah – I read they're charging $100,000 for every colt he's siring and there's still a list a mile long. It's like that with black bulls. Deshawn has a long wait list. He showed me. Stacy's worried. Now that she's pregnant Deshawn's not around as much. He's with other white wives. That's why I'm not that worried about after the baby comes. I think Deshawn will move on. Stacy and the baby will just be another notch in his scorecard."

 Mike nodded, processing all this. He was breathing hard. All this fed into his pregnancy fantasy. "Before you said Stacy was having a problem getting pregnant?" he asked.

 "Yeah but, it worked out. Obviously," Jim said with a happy and relieved laugh. "We had to work at it. Stacy wanted it to happen in the missionary position. You know, when they conceived the baby. She wanted to look into Deshawn's eyes when it happened. You know how chicks are. But you know, missionary's not the best position to get pregnant. It's good because the dude can get deep so he shoots his seed right at her womb. But doggy is actually the best position. The bull gets just as deep as missionary. But since the girl is slanted down it makes it easier to get pregnant."

 "I didn't know it was so nuanced," Mike said with a grin.

 "Listen, I'm an expert now on getting a girl pregnant," Jim said with a grin back. "Deshawn doesn't care about the science. He likes it to happen a certain way."

 "Like?" Mike prompted.

 "Like, Deshawn wanted Stacy completely naked," Jim said. "No bustier, no stockings, no heels. He wanted Stacy naked like the day she was born. Including bare all over. Stacy had to get regular waxings. Although he let Stacy put her hair in a pony tail. She likes it better that way so her hair doesn't get in her face when she's getting fucked."

 "So, you know when it happened?" Mike asked excitedly. When conception happened between Deshawn and Stacy.

 "I'm pretty sure," Jim said grinning. "We went to that sex club. The one we went with you guys. Deshawn set it up. It's his thing."

 "His thing?" 

 "When he thinks it's going to happen," Jim explained. "He said he had a good feeling about it. He wants it to happen a certain way. So he had his boys there. Six black guys, all like Deshawn. Handsome guys, ripped and they were all big. I told you about their competition? I guess they were his main rivals. Carl was there, remember him?"

 Mike nodded. Carl was the black guy who wanted to fuck Jen. His horse cock was so big Jen was afraid he might cause her permanent damage if he penetrated and fucked her.

 "Deshawn invited two other white couples," Jim said. "The wives were hot Mike. Deshawn told me he was already fucking them. The wives were loving it. The husbands too. But Deshawn was going to break it off unless the wives agreed to go off the pill. Deshawn didn't want to waste his time. I guess he invited the two couples to help them decide."

 "Crazy Jim," Mike said, amazed at the story. "Did they decide to do it?"

 "I think so," Jim said nodding. "I think that's where Deshawn is, when he's not with Stacy. I'm sure he's also cucking the husbands too, like he's doing to me. Like, making them wear panties, and not letting them touch their wives."

 "Yeah," Mike said, breathing hard. His cock was so hard it hurt in his jeans.

 Jim could tell this was getting to his friend. "Pretty hot huh?" he said grinning.

 "Yeah," Mike said with a laugh.

 "Anyway, it was kind of a party," Jim said, continuing. "No beer or wine. Just hard stuff. Scotch, vodka, bourbon. But just the black guys were drinking. Black bulls want the white wives and husbands to be sober when it happens. So the husband knows he's giving his wife to the bull, and the wife knows she's letting the black bull get her pregnant."

 "That's when it happened?" Mike asked, awestruck by the story.

 "Yeah, that's the night Stacy got pregnant," Jim said. "Stacy and Deshawn have already picked names. Deshawn junior if it's a boy. Desiree if it's a girl. Deshawn wants a girl. All the black bulls want girls. The 'daddy's little girl' thing. The 'apple of her father's eye'."

 "You didn't help with the names?" Mike asked.

 "I wanted to but, like I said, with Stacy it's all about Deshawn right now," Jim said. "I guess it hurts more because I want a boy so we have one of each. But Stacy wants a girl because that's what Deshawn wants. She's hoping Deshawn will come over more if it's a girl. But don't feel sorry for me mate. I'm loving all this." 

 Their glasses were empty. Charlie came by and they ordered another round. Both men watched as the young blonde waitress walked back to the bar to put in their drink order. "The black bulls would love to get their hands on her," Jim whispered. "Probably not now, she's still single. But once she's married."

 "Because she's hot?" Mike asked. Charlie was definitely hot.

 "Well yeah, looks are always a must with these black guys," Jim said. "But especially because she's blonde. And she looks like a natural blonde. Black bulls love to impregnate natural blondes."

 "Why?" Mike said, his heart pounding (since obviously his Jen was a natural blonde).

 "Because they see natural blondes as the purest form of the white race," Jim explained. "And ... I guess the best way to explain it, is black bulls want to soil that. Taint the white race. If they had it their way, they would father all the children of natural blonde girls. So in a generation there wouldn't be any natural blonde girls anymore. Or boys either."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 32



Jen looked like a mess when she got home. Her hair was tussled, her makeup gone. Her top and skirt were disheveled.

"You made Colin cum?" Frank asked. They were in her bedroom again. He handed her a tumbler of vodka on ice.

Jen took a gulp of the icy vodka. She needed it after what happened. To calm her body (and her passions) down. "Yeah," she said.

"Where?"

"My mouth," Jen said. "Can't you tell?" she said with a helpless grin, holding out her hands. Her top was covered with cum splotches. Colin had cum a lot, she hadn't been able to swallow it all. Jen finished the vodka and put the glass on the dresser.

"He didn't fuck you?" Frank asked.

"He did, a little," Jen said. "I stopped him."

"Why?" Frank asked. He already knew the answer but he wanted Jen to say it. To admit her obedience. 

Jen's cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Also excitement. "You told me not to cum," she said timidly.

Frank smiled and tenderly stroked her cheek. "Good girl Jenny," he said approvingly, like a teacher to a student. 

Jen wanted Frank to kiss her. Frank sensed that. "Clean up," he said dismissively. "I'm not like your husband." Then he added "Remember, I have something else for you tonight."

Jen cleaned up and fixed her hair and makeup. As she brushed her hair Frank said "I have a young friend. An intern actually. Just started with me but I've already grown fond of him. He's a virgin. You'll fuck him tonight. Make him a man."

Jen slowly turned to Frank, her eyes wide. "Are you serious?" she said shocked. "How old is he?"

"Don't worry Jenny, Thomas is legal," Frank assured her. He added with a grin "Barely, but definitely legal."

"Frank ..." Jen said hesitantly. This didn't feel right. 

"I assume he won't be your first virgin boy," Frank said knowingly.

"No," Jen admitted with an embarrassed laugh.

"This is all consensual Jenny," Frank assured her. "Thomas is willing. Eager actually. I showed him your picture."

"You showed him my picture?" Jen said shocked and horrified.

"Nothing inappropriate," Frank assured her. "Although you looked quite striking in a short black dress."

"Frank ..." Jen lamented.

"Thomas is a nice boy. A hard worker," Frank said. "Handsome but shy. I suspect that's why he's still a virgin. Actually he reminds me of Mike."

Jen looked at Frank, processing that. She asked "Is he from Belmont?" 

"Yes but he doesn't know you," Frank assured her. "We'll go to my house. You're more than 0 years older, a different generation. There's no reason he needs to know you're also from Belmont."

Jen thought about it. This was all part of Frank's game. Making her fuck who he wanted. Hugh and Lou, Johnny. Then Colin. Now this young boy. 

Then the slutty side of Jen kicked in. What was the harm if Thomas was willing? He's shy. Jen liked shy. And he was a virgin. It was the same for girls as guys. Taking a boy's virginity was always naughty and exciting (as well as kind of an honor). She certainly knew Mike would get off on it when she told him later.

"You're not forcing Thomas somehow?" Jen said to Frank. 

"Not at all," Frank assured her.

"You swear Frank?" Jen said. "You're not doing some kind of mind fuck on Thomas?"

"Jenny, Thomas just turned legal this week," Frank said with a laugh. "Now he has a chance to lose his virginity to an extremely beautiful and desirable girl. Why in the world would I need to force him?"

The idea was beginning to grow on Jen. "Okay then," she said, agreeing. Although her hair and makeup were done, she was still naked. "What should I wear?"

"Actually, I would like to ask a favor," Frank said. "I'm fond of Thomas. I'd like to make this special for him."

"Okay," Jen said prompting Frank.

"Would you mind wearing your cheerleading uniform for Thomas?" Frank said touching Jen's cheer box. It was still on her bed. "I understand this is special to you and Mike. But it wouldn't be like me or Colin, or any contemporary of Mike. Thomas is just a harmless naïve boy, a virgin. It might even enhance Mike's pleasure when you eventually wear it for him."

Jen thought about it. Wearing her cheerleading uniform for Frank or Colin or any of her past boyfriends would be betraying Mike. That's how he would see it, and she understood that. But for a boy like Thomas? To give him something extra when he lost his V card? It added an element of exciting kinkiness to it. Yet it was kind of sweet too. Maybe sweet wasn't the right word, but it certainly wasn't dirty. Jen suspected Frank might be up to something, but he was right. Mike would get off on it, yet he wouldn't consider it a betrayal or somehow taint her cheerleading outfit for him. Not with a young virgin boy like Thomas.

"Okay, I'll wear it for Thomas," Jen finally agreed. She opened the box and picked out one of the uniforms. "Frank, you can't watch me get dressed in this."

"I understand," Frank said reasonably. "I'll wait downstairs with Hugh and Lou."

"And you can't watch me with Thomas. Not if I'm wearing this," Jen added. "This outfit is Mike's. I'll wear it for Thomas but --."

"I understand," Frank said again. "I'll wait for you downstairs." 

"One more thing Frank," Jen added. "If I do this right – really make it special for Thomas – I'll probably cum. I won't be able to help it."

Frank smiled. "If it happens it happens," he said reasonably. 

Jen was surprised how reasonable Frank was being. She suspected a catch somewhere. Once again Frank was leaving her off-balanced, guessing. It was exciting but disconcerting too.

But Jen's slutty side had kicked in. The idea of Thomas excited her now. Someone so young (but legal!). Handsome and shy. And a virgin. It was so naughty, so wicked. Jen shivered with anticipation.

Jen opened her cheer box and picked out a uniform. A cotton turtleneck, sleeveless vest, short pleated skirt, briefs, ankle socks and saddle shoes. There was a cursive B on the vest for Belmont High School. Jen also picked out one of her new padded bras. She picked a strapless bra so it would be easy to take off.

Jen dressed. She was really happy and proud (and relieved) the outfit still fit her. She was a little curvier now but also more toned. As she hoped, the turtleneck and vest fit perfectly with the padded bra.

Jen also put on a long coat. This way Frank wouldn't be able to see her in the cheerleader uniform. She was doing her best to keep it exclusively for Mike. At the same time, she was excited by the prospect of doing another guy in the cheer outfit before her husband. 

This new part of their game turned her on. Actually she realized it wasn't really new, but maybe it was out in the open now. For some reason, and she couldn't explain why, controlling Mike turned her on. Making him do things he didn't want, or denying him things. It got her hot. 

It was weird. If she was playing the game with any other guy it wouldn't be exciting or even fun. But the fact it was her husband, the person she loved more than anyone in the world, her soul mate and best friend ... that made it hot! 

Maybe it was the same for Mike. Maybe the game wouldn't be good for him if with a different girl, someone he didn't love. It was crazy, but it was their love for each other, and their marital vows, that made it all so deliciously hot and exciting.

But she had to be careful. She didn't want Mike in bad hurt territory. Thomas worked. Letting Thomas be the first guy to do her in the cheer outfit kind of denied Mike (which got her wet) but it wasn't over the top. Frank or Colin or Scott instead of Thomas would definitely be too much. But she wasn't doing that. And she was sure Mike would get off on it.

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"You're keeping the coat on?" Frank said after they arrived at his house.

"Not with Thomas," Jen told him.

"Alright then," Frank said with a chuckle. "You can wait in the guest room upstairs. I'll send Thomas up when he arrives."

Jen went into the guest room. She didn't have to wait long. After a few minutes there was a knock at the door. She opened it. Standing there was a high school boy. "Thomas?" she asked.

"Yeah," Thomas said looking anxious and embarrassed. 

"Come in," Jen said taking his hand. "I'm Jenny." She led Thomas into the room and closed the door.

Thomas had floppy dirty blonde hair. He wore a casual button down shirt and jeans. He definitely seemed shy. Thomas kind of looked familiar. Not completely, but something in his face, his eyes. Jen shrugged it off. All teenage boys looked kind of the same.

Although much younger, Thomas was taller than Jen by at least 6 inches. Jen liked tall. Often, tall meant ... well ... she giggled inside at the thought.

"So I'm Jenny," Jen said again.

"Hi, I'm, ah, Thomas," Thomas said awkwardly. He hesitantly offered Jen his hand. Jen took his hand but then moved close to give him a hello kiss on the cheek. But Thomas was too tall even on her tiptoes (especially wearing the saddleback flat shoes instead of heels). 

"Um ..." Jen said. She put her hand behind Thomas's head and tilted him down a little. Then, back on her tiptoes, Jen gave him a kiss on the cheek. She let her soft lips linger on his cheek for a few moments. 

"Hi," Jen said looking into Thomas's eyes.

"Hi," Thomas said. His face was awash with unbridled sexual excitement. He couldn't take his eyes off Jen's beautiful face.

"So your birthday was this week?" Jen asked. She stood close to him on purpose, inside his personal space. To heighten the sexual tension. Thomas certainly wasn't complaining.

"Yes ma'am. Wednesday," Thomas said.

"Please don't call me ma'am," Jen said with a grin. "Call me Jenny. Or Jen."

"Okay, I'm sorry," Thomas said with an embarrassed grin. 

"Don't be sorry, it's okay," Jen said smiling at him. She moved even closer and squeezed his hand.

"Okay," Thomas said again. His body was tingling all over and his heart was pounding with Jen standing so close to him. 

"So how old are you?" Jen asked. She wanted to make sure.

Thomas told Jen his age. She nodded. Legal but just barely. By just a few days. God she felt like a cougar! 

Some people might judge her harshly. But heck, it wasn't like this was a book club. What, older men didn't want to do her when she was barely legal and still a virgin? It worked the same way with girls. Well, at least for bad girls like her.

"So I guess I'm your birthday present," Jen said smiling up at him.

"Ah ..." Thomas stuttered, his face going red.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarrass you," Jen said. She squeezed his hand again. She grinned up at him and said "I wore something special for you."

"You did?" Thomas said excitedly.

"Yeah," Jen said smiling into his eyes. She stepped back so he had a good view. Then she opened her long coat.

Thomas's eyes went wide seeing what Jen was wearing. "You're a cheerleader?"

"I used to be," Jen said still smiling at him. "You like cheerleaders?"

"Well, I guess all guys like cheerleaders," Thomas sputtered out, his cheeks red. His eyes ran up and down Jen's body in the cheerleading uniform. He couldn't take his eyes off her! Yet, he was embarrassed to be so obviously checking her out.

Jen sensed his embarrassment. "Thomas, let me tell you a secret," she said giving him a conspiratorial smile. "Girls like when guys look. That's why we dress like this."

"Really?" Thomas said, his eyes open wide. It was like Jen just told him a secret of the universe.

"Well, really, girls mostly dress for other girls," Jen told him with a smile. "I know it sounds weird but it's true. But we like when guys look."

"Okay," Thomas said, not really understanding. That was okay. Men much older than Thomas didn't understand it either.

"Why don't you sit down?" 

"Okay," Thomas said, sitting down on the edge of the bed. Jen sat next to him and took his hand.

"You're really cute Thomas," she said.

"God you're so pretty," Thomas gushed. 

Jen smiled at him. She put her hand behind his head. "Come here Thomas," she said pulling him to her. They kissed.

Thomas was inexperienced so Jen took control. She kissed him softly, then after a few moments she gently pushed her tongue into his mouth. Not too fast or too hard. Thomas hesitantly pressed his tongue against Jen's. Jen slowly and softly ran her tongue over and around his. They kissed like that for about a minute. When Jen pulled away Thomas was gasping, excitement all over his face.

"You like that?" Jen asked smiling him.

"Yes!" Thomas gushed, still panting. Jen tilted her head. Panting like that, an excited glint in his eyes, Thomas reminded her of someone. But she couldn't place it. 

"Let's do it again," Jen said. She moved her hand to the back of Thomas's head again. "This time you can touch me." With her other hand she took his hand and brought it to her breast. Thomas gasped and looked like he might have a heart attack. 

They kissed again. This time as Thomas hungrily kissed her he also groped her tits. His caresses were clumsy of course, but it charmed Jen instead of turning her off. He was just a boy after all.

"I feel something," Thomas said.

"They're my nipple rings," Jen told him. She unbuttoned the vest then pulled up the turtleneck. Thomas's eyes went wide seeing the sexy lacy strapless bra. "Have you ever taken off a girl's bra?" she asked.

"No," Thomas said, the one word coming out like a moan. He couldn't take his eyes off Jen's bra.

"Come here honey," Jen said moving closer to him. "Wrap your arms around me. That's it. Now at my back – feel the snap? You have to pull in a little, then out. No, try again. That's it. Almost. One more time." Jen felt the tension of the bra strap ease. "There you did it," she said smiling at him. She still held the cups in place. "Ready to see?" 

Thomas urgently nodded.

Jen pulled the bra from her breasts. Thomas gasped as he saw her naked breasts for the first time. He looked like he was going to pass out from the excitement.

"See, they're not really rings," Jen explained. Thomas's eyes were locked on her breasts. "They're more like bars I guess. But I always call them rings."

"God they're beautiful!" Thomas gushed excitedly. Jen smiled at him again.

Jen felt impatient. She wanted to move things along. All this was sweet, and she wanted to make Thomas's first time really good. But the fact was, she needed fucked! She knew Thomas was going to cum fast the first time. He might cum fast the second time too. Jen was all for making it good for Thomas, but really she wanted Frank, not this boy. And maybe Hugh and Lou after Frank. That's how horny she was!

But she knew she had to make Thomas happy first. "Why don't you lay down?" Jen suggested. 

With Thomas on his back, Jen took off his shoes and pants. She didn't bother with his shirt or socks. She expected (and wanted) this to be fast. 

Jen pulled down his shorts. His cock popped out. Thomas was kind of long but not too thick. Thin really. Wanting to encourage him though, Jen lied and said "God you're really big Thomas. You have one of the biggest I've ever seen."

"Really?" Thomas said clearly pleased with himself.

"Oh yeah, definitely baby," Jen said beaming into his eyes. She was good at lying. Girls had to lie sometimes. Men had such fragile egos. And, of course, a girl wanted her man to feel good. So, to make her man happy, a girl had to lie sometimes.

Jen reached into her bag and pulled out a condom. She ripped the package with her teeth and showed Thomas the condom. Since he was a virgin, she assumed he never put one on. So she did it for him. "It goes like this," Jen said. She pressed the condom against his cockhead and then used her hand to roll it down. 

A quarter way down though Thomas lurched violently and came. The force of his ejaculation was so strong it threw the condom off his cock and he came all over Jen's hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," Thomas said regretfully, still panting from his orgasm. He was mortified with embarrassment.

"It's okay honey, it's okay," Jen assured him. She half expected that to happen. But she sighed inside. Thomas was STILL a virgin. So it was going to take more time before she could be with Frank (and Hugh and Lou).

It didn't take long though before Thomas was hard again (letting Thomas feel her up and going down on him helped). They switched positions, with Jen on her back and Thomas on top of her. For his first time, Jen wanted Thomas to fuck HER, instead of Jen on top fucking HIM. It was a subtle difference, but Jen though it would make Thomas feel more like a man for his first time.

Jen thought it would make it even more exciting for Thomas if she let him fucked her still fully dressed as a cheerleader. She knew it would get Mike hot too. She imagined herself teasing her husband by saying "Thomas fucked me in this. I haven't washed it. His sweat and cum are all over it. Can you smell Thomas baby? He fucked me in this first, not you. He's just a boy but his cock's so much bigger than yours. He made me cum all over his cock baby."

Jen's head spun with excitement as these wicked thoughts swirled through her head. She couldn't wait to wear her cheer outfit for Mike! 

So Jen reached down between her legs and pulled the briefs away from her pussy. Then she took Thomas's cock and guided him into her. "Oh god!" the teenager groaned as he penetrated a girl's pussy for the first time.

Thomas didn't last long. Although Jen's body was on fire, she didn't cum. His cock was too thin and his technique too clumsy. She didn't hold that against him of course. After all it was just his first time. But Jen didn't cum! Her body was on fire! If anything Thomas was a tease. She desperately needed fucked hard and long. Desperately!

Still, Thomas was sweet. As he fucked her, she smiled at him and stroked his youthful face. She watched his cute boyish face as he arched his back and came.

And it was when Thomas came – when he was in the passionate throes of orgasm – that Jen recognized him. She knew with certainty who he was.

"Oh my god!" she thought to herself, horrified. "Oh my god!"

After Thomas came down from his orgasm, Jen gently pressed against his chest. "Pull out honey," she gently said. 

Thomas pulled out and rolled on his back, gasping. "That was so incredible!" he gushed between pants. "Thank you, thank you!"

"I'll be right back honey," Jen said giving him a peck on the cheek. Thomas was so spent he didn't notice her agitation.

Jen rushed downstairs. "Where is he?!" she snapped at Hugh and Lou.

"In his study," Lou said looking alarmed.

Jen stormed into Frank's study. She didn't knock. She slammed the door shut. 

"Who is he?!" Jen hissed at Frank.

"Why, he's Thomas," Frank teased, feigning innocence. It didn't suit him.

"Fuck you Frank!" Jen snapped. "Who is he?!"

"You know who he is Jenny," Frank said.

"I don't know," Jen insisted.

"You know Jenny," Frank said. "Of course you know. We're in Belmont. Where you grew up. Colin was first. Who else would I set you up with?"

"God Frank please tell me who Thomas is," Jen pleaded. She was begging now. It wasn't really him, was it?

"Fine, if you want to continue this charade," Frank said. "Thomas is Thomas Hayden. Your history teacher's son." He grinned at her. "You fucked the father. And now you've fucked his son."

Jen stared at Frank, her lips parting in shock. "How did you know?" she asked. 

"Your affair with Hayden?" Frank said. He waved his hand nonchalantly. "You mentioned something. After that it was obvious." Seeing her horrified look, he said reassuringly "To me. I doubt others suspect."

"Why Frank?" Jen asked looking dismayed. "Why did you do this?"

"Come here," Frank said. When she didn't move, he said again "Come here Jenny. I'll tell you."

It was like she didn't want to but she had to. She didn't want to hear it, but she needed to hear it. In the end, Jen walked to Frank's side of his desk. Frank pulled his chair back so Jen stood between him and the desk.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 32



"You look lovely Jenny," Frank said looking her up and down. She was still dressed in her Belmont High cheerleader uniform. "Just how I remember you in high school."

"Shut up and just tell me Frank," Jen scoffed.

Frank smiled. He put his hand behind Jen's knee. It was one of her most sensitive erogenous zones. So sensitive it was painful if not touched right. But Frank knew how to touch Jen. He understood her body. With his fingertips he lightly caressed her, applying just the right pressure at just the right speed at just the right places.

Jen's face flushed with desire. "Stop," she said, pushing his hand away. Her freaking body was already too fired up. "Just tell me."

"You know you captivate me Jenny," Frank said smiling into her lovely face. He put his hand behind her knee again. But he didn't caress her. Jen let him keep his hand there.

"So beautiful. So alluring," Frank continued. "The gracefulness of a ballerina. By the way, my friends on Broadway want to meet you. I called them while you were with Colin."

"Frank," Jen said with exasperation. "Can you just tell me?"

Frank chuckled. He said, "You know, of all your high school friends, I believe you were the last to lose your virginity."

"What, you hired perverted private detectives to spy on us?" Jen said derisively.

Frank grinned. He was clearly enjoying this. "No Sophie told me," he said.

"Whatever," Jen said with a shrug.

"But you made up for it," Frank said. "You lost your virginity to Colin." It was half question, half statement. Jen's silence confirmed it. He said "You had an affair with Hayden."

"It was when Colin broke up with me," Jen said defensively.

"I know that Jenny. I've worked out the timing," Frank said. Seeing her surprise, he smiled and said "I think about you a great deal Jenny. A great deal." He caressed up her leg.

Jen gave him another shrug. She felt his hand move under her short cheerleading skirt. She didn't stop him.

"You met Mike," Frank said. "You dated. Married. But there were rumors Jenny. It's a small town and you're the prettiest girl by far. People talk."

"So whatever," Jen said with a self-critical voice. "You already know I'm a slut."

Frank nodded, as if agreeing with her. He said "But there's an innocence about you Jenny. A freshness. You're kind and compassionate. You're outgoing and bubbly. But you're insecure too. You want to be loved. But you're afraid no one will love you." Frank's hand moved to her ass under the short cheerleading skirt. He caressed her over the thin blue briefs. Blue was the school color of Belmont High.

"Why are you saying all this?" Jen said. She was breathing hard. "Why Thomas?"

"Because you are a slut Jenny," Frank said, emphasizing "are." But he didn't say it cruelly. It was more like he was stating a fact about her, like "you have blue eyes." "And that's what sluts do. They fuck fathers and sons. That's why you fucked Thomas."

"I didn't know he was Mr. Hayden's son," Jen insisted.

"Yes you did Jenny," Frank said knowingly. "Perhaps not consciously, but inside you knew he was your teacher's son. It got you hot because you're a slut. You need to accept that. You say it but you don't accept it. You are a slut Jenny." Once again Frank emphasized "are." He moved his hand to Jen's front. He softly rubbed her clit over the thin cheerleading briefs. Jen's eyelids grew heavy with lust. Her lips parted and she moaned slightly.

"I accept you that way Jenny," Frank said as he stroked her. "You're a slut and I adore you. You captivate me."

Jen stared into Frank's eyes, her breathing getting heavier.

"Did you enjoy the sex with Thomas?" Frank asked as he continued to stroke her. "Did he make you cum?"

"No," Jen said, the one word answering both his questions.

"Tell me the truth Jenny," Frank said looking intently into her eyes. "I want you to tell me the truth."

Jen stared at Frank, waiting.

Continuing to stroke her, Frank asked, "Now that you know Thomas is Mr. Hayden's son. You know for certain. You want to fuck him again, don't you?"

Jen's lips parted in a small O. Her heart pounded. She felt dizzy. "I told Thomas I'd come back," she said meekly, her voice shaking.

"Of course you did Jen honey," Frank said approvingly. He patted her tight ass. "Good girl Jenny," he said smiling at her. He stood up and kissed her tenderly on the cheek. He whispered into her ear, "You're learning. You're accepting who you are. Now go back to Thomas."

Jen stared at Frank. Then she nodded. On shaky knees, Jen walked back up the stairs to the bedroom. 

Thomas was still on the bed when she opened the door. "Is everything okay?" he asked looking anxious.

"Shhhhh, everything's fine," Jen said putting a finger to his lips and getting on the bed with him. She finished undressing him, taking off his shirt and socks. "You have a nice body," she said huskily, running her hands over his chest. 

Before Thomas was just a boy. He was still a boy. But now he turned Jen on. She wanted him desperately!

"Thanks," Thomas said breathlessly. Her touch was like electricity on his skin!

Jen took off her cheer vest and then the turtleneck. Then she took off the briefs. Now she had on only the short blue pleaded skirt, while ankle socks and saddle shoes. "Come here baby," she said pulling him too her. She kissed him and soon they were making out. But it wasn't the tentative kisses like before. Jen urgently pushed her tongue into his mouth. A fast learner, Thomas did the same. Soon they were passionately making out.

Jen urgently pulled Thomas's hands to her body. She encouraged him to touch her, she showed him where and how to touch her. Jen touched him too, hungrily caressing his chest, his back, his legs and ass.

"God, god," Thomas said panting when Jen finally broke their kiss. "This is the most exciting time of my life."

"We just started," Jen told him. She pulled her long blonde hair back, then she lowered her head and went down on Thomas. She wanted him in her mouth. She paid attention this time. Did he taste different from his father?

Jen gave the young boy her best blowjob. She worshiped his cock. When he came she swallowed all his cum. 

Like a dirty slut, Jen raised her head and opened her mouth. "Oh god," Thomas groaned seeing her pretty mouth full of his milky cum. "Oh god," he groaned again as he watched her swallow it.

Jen wrapped her arms around his neck and they made out again. Thomas was a young horny teenager in bed with a really hot girl. He got hard again fast. Breaking their kiss, Jen looked into his eyes and said "Remember me Thomas. I'm Jenny. Jenny the cheerleader."

"I will, I'll always remember," Thomas gushed, reverently looking back into Jen's eyes.

"The way we did it before, that's making love," Jen said. "That's what you do with your girlfriend or wife." She got another condom and rolled it on his hard cock.

"Yeah?" Thomas said not understanding. 

Jen got on her hands and knees and looked over her shoulder at him. "But I'm a slut Thomas. You fuck sluts." She pulled Thomas behind her. Reaching under her she guided Thomas's cock to her pussy. "You fuck sluts like dogs. Come on Thomas, fuck me hard. Like a dirty slutty dog. Fuck me hard like a slutty whore!" 

Although bewildered, Thomas managed to give Jen what she wanted. Thomas didn't last long but it was long enough. Jen screamed as she came on his cock.

A male valet (he said his name was Kevin) came into the bedroom to help Thomas get dressed. Jen was stretched out in the bed, her fucked pussy exposed with her skirt pushed up around her waist. Her long shapely legs looked even more enticing than usual with her pretty feet in the school girlish ankle socks and saddle shoes.

Kevin tried to avert his eyes with little success. Jen barely noticed he was there, her nympho body basking in the orgasm but still desiring more. She wanted Frank. She craved him! At that moment no one else mattered. Not Mike, not even Anna. No one. Only Frank Tower. Regret would come later. But at that moment she was his. She would do anything for him!

"Well, bye Jenny," Thomas said shyly. 

"Bye baby," Jen said smiling at him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a sloppy open mouth kiss. Like a true slut she grinned lustfully at him and said "You're a good fuck."

Frank came in. He took in the scene before him. Jen stretched out on the bed. Her cheer outfit strewn around the room. Frank saw 2 used condoms on the floor. He nodded approvingly. Jenny understood. No reminder was necessary. Her pussy was his. Only he took her bare. 

Frank sat on the bed next to Jen. He put his hand on her upper thigh next to her just fucked pussy. Jen arched her back as if inviting his fingers into her. "Fuck me Frank," she said throatily. "I want you inside me." Without his asking she raised her arms above her head. "I'll cum on your cock. I will," she promised.

"I'll fuck you," Frank said. "Put your cheerleader uniform back on."

Jen thought of Mike. Her sweet husband. "Frank, no," she said alarmed. "Please."

"Jenny, I love it when you beg. It gets my dick hard," Frank said grinning at her. He pushed two fingers into her pussy and immediately found her g-spot. Jen arched her back and groaned at his touch. "You knew I was going to fuck you in it. Just like you knew Thomas was Hayden's son. Tell the truth Jenny. You knew it."

Jen hesitated, looking into Frank's eyes. "I didn't know," she insisted.

"Yes you did," Frank said kissing her on the lips. "You're mine Jenny. Put your cheerleader uniform back on. Do it for me."

Jen paused, but then she got up. She put on the turtleneck and vest. 

"The underwear too," Frank ordered.

Jen looked at Frank. Then she put on the panties and briefs. 

"Brush your hair," Frank said. "And put on lipstick."

Jen did it. Now she was a Belmont High School cheerleader again. She got back on the bed with Frank. Thinking of Mike, she said "Please be careful with it."

Frank took off his pants and got on top of Jen between her open legs. "Sure Jenny," he said smiling. 

Frank was careful, he didn't rip anything. But when he came he pulled out and shot his load all over the cheerleader uniform. At Frank's orders, Hugh and Lou did the same thing.

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Frank opened his eyes. He saw it was still dark outside. But there was a lamp on in the bedroom. He looked up. Jen was already up, getting dressed.

"Where are you going?" Frank said sitting up.

"Home," Jen said. Her hair was wet from showering. She zipped her jeans and pulled on a blouse.

"I'll take you home," Frank offered.

"No I have a flight," Jen said. "My taxi will be here soon."

"Jenny --," Frank began. He had a limo, a private jet. Why take a taxi or fly commercial?

"Frank just stop," Jen said holding out her hand. "I want to go home by myself."

Jen gathered up her cheerleading outfit. It was soaked with Frank, Lou and Hugh's cum. The cum was wet in places, dried in other places. Jen stuffed the soiled outfit in a plastic bag.

"So you're upset with me," Frank said, a concerned look on his face.

"I don't know what I am Frank," Jen said honestly.

"I'm giving you what you want," he said.

Jen held out her hand again. "Stop Frank," she said. She gave a humorless half laugh. "It's too early for that."

"Can you sit here, next to me before you go?" Frank said. "For a moment?"

Jen hesitated, but then she sat next to Frank on the bed. "We're exploring things Jenny," he said tenderly stroking her back. "I'm helping you discover the true you."

"I'm not sure I like the true me," Jen lamented. With her nympho lust sated (for the moment), her inhibitions and good sense had returned. "Frank, what if I see Mr. Hayden and Thomas together?" The thought horrified her.

"How many times have you seen Mr. Hayden since graduation? My guess is none," Frank said with a reassuring smile. "It'll never happen Jenny. I promise I'll never do that to you."

"Like you promised about my cheerleading uniform?" Jen said frowning at him.

"Alright, we had fun with that last night," Frank admitted with a grin. "But truly Jenny, it's just clothes."

"It's important to Mike," Jen said.

"I'll have it dry cleaned. Completely sanitized," Frank offered. "It'll be as good as new. Mike will never know. I won't say anything. You have my word on that."

Jen hesitated, then said "No, I'll take care of it."

"As you wish," Frank said with a shrug. "Jenny, next Saturday. I really would like to introduce you to my Broadway friends."

"Your friends?" Jen said with a skeptical laugh.

Frank laughed back. "Believe it or not, they really are friends. They're in the arts, not business, so I find it easier to ... temper my competitiveness."

Jen nodded, looking at Frank. It was shocking to see him acting so normal like a real person, especially compared to last night. "I'm not a real dancer," she insisted. "I have no talent."

"You're being too modest. You're a lovely dancer. You sing too, remember? Like an angel," Frank said with a tender smile, stroking her cheek. "And it's not always about talent. Often it's about presence. You have presence Jenny."

"Where can this go?" Jen asked helplessly. "I have a job. I need to make real money."

"You have me Jenny," he said with a kind smile. "I have money for you and Anna. For Mike too." He stroked her cheek again. With an encouraging smile he said "Meet my friends. I know you love the arts. If nothing else it'll be an enjoyable evening."

Jen was about to say "I need to check with Mike." But then she remembered their new game, about not asking him unless it was on the prohibited list. "Alright, next Saturday," she said. She even managed to give Frank a smile. 

Frank smiled back. Pressing his advantage, he said "Jenny, I want you to think about Juliet."

"Frank this isn't the time," Jen said.

"I don't want you to be distracted next weekend. It's our time," Frank pressed. "I'll call Jules. We'll set up a date for Saturday."

"No Frank!" Jen snapped. "You have to let me do this my own way!"

Frank frowned at Jen but he let it go. He even said "You're right. I apologize."

Jen's hand was on Frank's thigh. She saw he had an erection and it was tenting the sheets. Frank gave her a "what can I do?" shrug, a sheepish smile on his face. "This is what you do to me. Whenever I'm with you. Or think about you. Which is often."

Jen looked thoughtful for a moment. She asked "You know Frank ... I was wondering ... about Lou and Hugh ... and Colin ... and Thomas even ..."

"Yes?" Frank said, prompting her. Was Jenny finally going to ask the question?

Jen thought about it. Changing her mind, she said "Never mind."

"Tell me what you're thinking," Frank said.

"No, it's nothing," Jen said.

Frank shrugged. He didn't press it. He knew she would ask eventually.

Jen smiled slightly, looking embarrassed. She pulled back the sheets. Looking at his hard thick cock her pussy began to tingle. "I have a few minutes," she said. She pulled back her long blonde hair. Then she went down on Frank.

It was a short flight and the traffic into the city was light (for once). Jen was home before 9am. Mike was awake, waiting for her. Anna was still asleep.

"How was it?" he asked after kissing and hugging her.

"Crazy," Jen said. She was exhausted, physically and emotionally.

"You sleep," Mike said. 

"Okay," Jen said appreciatively. She let Mike lead her into the bedroom. 

"What's in the bag?" he asked looking at the plastic bag in her hand.

"I'll explain later baby," Jen said nervously. She put the bag in her closet and closed the door. She knew Mike wouldn't look. He was too trustworthy for that. She undressed and got into bed. "Come here baby," she said reaching for him. Mike was wearing sweats. Jen pushed the sweats down. He was hard. She tugged off her panties and pulled Mike on top of her. She knew he needed release before she slept.

"So you had fun talking to Jim," she said giving him a knowing grin.

"Yeah," Mike said excitedly. "But I know you're tired. We'll talk about it later."

Jen smiled appreciatively at Mike. He was so kind and gentle. With him she always came first. She reached between their bodies to guide him into her. 

Mike held back. "You can do it," he said looking into her beautiful face. "If you need to."

Jen didn't know what he was talking about. Then she remembered. She nodded at him. Then she licked spit on her hand. Mike watched intently as she used the spit to lubricate herself. Then, as if remembering, she rolled a Durex condom on his cock. "We're almost out," she said.

"I'll get more," Mike said breathing hard.

Jen reached between them again and guided his sheathed cock inside her. Mike's thin cock entered her without any resistance.

"You're so loose," Mike marveled. "Lou and Hugh fucked you too?"

Jen nodded. "Two other guys too," she said.

"God Jen," Mike gasped. But he wasn't being negative. It was more like awe. "God I love you so much," he gushed admiringly.

Jen couldn't help grinning. Mike's unconditional acceptance always centered her. He was her rock. 

Mike said "Colin was one, right?"

Jen's eyes opened wide in shock. "How did you know?"

"He took you to Belmont," Mike said. "I'm getting to understand Frank."

"That's scary," Jen said with a laugh.

"Yeah," Mike said laughing back.

"You're not upset about Colin?" she asked. "I should've asked first."

"You're not supposed to ask, remember?" Mike said, touching his fingertip to her lips.

"Oh yeah," Jen said, remembering. She realized Mike wasn't upset about Colin. 

Voicing her thoughts, Mike kissed her and said "You know that turns me on. Old boyfriends."

"Yeah," Jen said kissing him back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight.

Mike slowly made love to his wife. He wanted to fuck her hard, he needed release. But he controlled his passions, wanting not just to cum but to reclaim her. So he made love to Jen. Jen welcomed it, and they kissed and hugged until Mike came. Jen didn't cum, but it felt good in her heart and soul.

As Jen drifted off to sleep, she said "Wake me up baby before lunch."

Jen woke up to Anna laughing and bouncing on top of her. Mike jumped on the bed too. Jen and Mike tickled Anna, and then Anna and Mike ganged up on Jen. Things got nasty when Jen and Anna attacked Mike. Mike HATED being tickled. He turned the tide by wrapping Jen and Anna in a blanket and then rudely dragging them out of the bed and across the family room. Then he jumped on top and tickled them both through the blanket. Jen and Anna were laughing with tears in their eyes when Mike finally let them go. "Just remember," he playfully growled in his best Batman voice. "I am your worst nightmare!"

They spent the day as a family. By silent agreement, Mike and Jen didn't mention Frank or their game. It was becoming their standard way of dealing with the "day after Frank." Be a family and reconnect. Wait until bedtime for the sexy talk.

In the afternoon Mike was engrossed in the Jets game. Jen had time. She had a full bottle of Woolite in their laundry closet. But her instinct told her to ask Mike first.

"Baby I might do some laundry," Jen said to Mike.

"Okay," Mike said as he watched the Jets play the Jags. They seriously needed to win this game. 

"But there's something, you might not want me to wash," Jen said hesitantly.

"What?" Mike said, turning away from the game and looking at his wife.

"Something you might not want me to wash," Jen whispered, glancing nervously at Anna who was playing on the floor with her dolls.

"What?" Mike whispered back.

"The thing in the bag," Jen whispered nervously.

"Can I see?" Mike asked suddenly excited.

"Later baby," Jen told him. She didn't want to derail their family day. Lowering her voice even more, she said "You might get mad. But I think you might want to see it, before I wash it."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 32



"Okay," Mike said nodding his head.

"I guess I'd like to ask you right now not to get mad at me later," Jen said with a sheepish laugh. "But I guess that's not fair huh?"

"Did it break any rules?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said. "I mean, not any we talked about. But I think it was a rule." Jen understood there were unspoken rules too. Like, never take off the Sophia ring. And don't let Frank fuck her and cum all over her cheerleading uniform.

Mike hesitated, anxious and conflicted about what Jen was going to tell him later. Defaulting to what he knew, he said "Well, if I can have honesty, it's easier to overlook mistakes." He said somewhat formally, like he was reading from a script.

"Um, okay," Jen said with a nervous laugh. That didn't sound like Mike. 

"You know who said that?" Mike said as if answering her unspoken question. The Jets game was forgotten.

"Who?"

"Captain Kirk," Mike said. "In the Space Seed."

"Oh okay."

"You know the most recent Star Trek movie?" Mike continued. "It was a remake of Wrath of Khan, which was a continuation of Space Seed."

"Oh um, good to know," Jen said. 

"In Space Seed, there was a character, Lt. Marla McGivers. She told Captain Kirk Khan was a better man. Can you believe it? Better than Captain Kirk. Because Khan was bolder, and more adventuresome."

Jen got it. She whispered, "Am I Marla? And you're Captain Kirk? And Frank's Khan?"

"Let's talk about it later," Mike said, his voice suddenly hoarse with excitement. He looked over at Anna.

"Okay," Jen said following his eyes. They didn't want their baby to hear.

"You know Marla?" Mike whispered to his wife. "She had short dark hair."

Jen looked at him sharply. She understood the significance of that. She whispered "The bag. It's not about my hair."

Mike nodded. His heart was pounding. He looked bothered too.

At that moment Jen's iPhone buzzed. She was grateful for the distraction. She read the text. Wanting to change the subject, she forced a laugh and said "Oh god." 

"What?" Mike asked.

"It's my cousin Cindy," Jen said with forced cheerfulness. "You know I told you she has this flirtation thing going with this guy Michalis?" 

Mike nodded. He didn't remember but he went with it. 

"They trade poems," Jen said.

"Poems?" Mike said surprised. Grinning, he asked "Love poems?"

Jen was relieved to see Mike smiling. She said "More like dirty limericks. They usually start with 'there's this three-foot thirty-five inch chick ...'."

"That's Cindy?" Mike asked with a bigger smile.

"Yeah, never ever say she's 6 feet," Jen warned.

"Well she's not," Mike said, always into numerical precision. An image of Cindy in 4 inch high heels flashed through his head. There was something really sexy about a tall girl in high heels. Then he thought about the poem. "Maybe 'chick' is their code word for 'dick'." He grinned. "It rhymes."

Jen laughed. She was relieved as he seemed to have forgotten the bag (for now). "Well, they do grow them big in the country," she joked. She rapidly typed a text to Cindy.

"What did you say?" Mike asked.

"What you said," Jen said giggling. She playfully elbowed Mike in the side. "Now she can asked him."

"Ask him?" 

"Ask Michalis how big he is," Jen said with a playful "duh" in her voice. "Cindy can forward my text to him. It's easier if someone else asks."

"You think he'll answer?" 

"They're flirting. Sometimes it's not the answer, it's the question," she said. She hugged and kissed Mike and said "That's how flirting works baby." Then Jen snuggled into Mike, pulling his arm around her.

Later that night after putting Anna to bed, Mike nudged Jen and said "So tell me what happened."

Jen gave Mike a weak smile. She said "Let's get ready for bed."

They brushed their teeth, Jen brushed her hair. Mike undressed to his boxers. Jen put on the white nightie. Then they got on the bed, on their sides looking at each other. Mike was already hard.

"Friday night it was just us," Jen said.

"Okay," Mike said, feeling immediate angst as Jen used "us" to refer to her and Frank. 

"Frank played with my nipple rings," Jen said. "I thought they were still sore, but actually they're really super sensitive."

"He made you cum?" Mike asked.

"Yeah."

"Just from playing with the rings?" 

"Yeah."

"Wow. Was it a good cum?"

"It was different, but really good."

"Okay," Mike said, the angst inside him growing.

"Are you okay baby?" Jen asked.

Mike didn't answer at first. When he did he gently touched her nipples over the nightie and said "Why do we call them rings? They're not rings. They're more like bars."

"Yeah. I don't know," Jen said. "When Allie had them she always called them rings."

"I guess it doesn't matter," Mike said with a shrug. He gently caressed her nipples over soft thin fabric of the white nightie. "I guess I'll have to learn how to touch you, like Frank," he said.

Jen heard hurt and jealousy in his voice. "It's better that way," she said reassuringly. "We can explore it together."

"Yeah, sure," Mike said. Of course she'd already experienced it with Frank. And he doubted he would ever learn, or play with the rings much at all. They were something Jen did with Frank. 

"So then what happened?" Mike asked.

"Saturday got crazy," Jen said. She told him about Colin. "But I wasn't allowed to cum," she said. 

"Frank said that?" Mike asked surprised.

"It's a game Frank plays," Jen said with a nod.

"So you play the game with Frank too?" Mike asked, the angst inside him flaring up again.

Jen realized her mistake. "I mean, it's not our game baby," she quickly assured him. Rephrasing it, she said "You know, Frank's mind fucks."

"Yeah, okay," Mike said but his angst was barely soothed. He forced a grin and said "So you must've been going crazy to cum. Because I know you're still hot for Colin."

"I'm not really," Jen said. "I mean, at this point he's just a guy with a big dick."

"Jen you used to love him," Mike said with a skeptical laugh.

Jen didn't even try to deny it. Instead she said "It was a different kind of love," she said. "Baby you know that. It was before I met you." She looked into his eyes and rubbed his chest. "Are you okay baby?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Mike said. He forced another grin. "You know how I get. I'm all over the place. But I'm good." He squeezed her hand. "Tell me what happened next. Who was the other guy?"

"You won't believe it," Jen said. "It was a serious mind fuck. Remember I told you about my teacher, Mr. Hayden?"

"It was Mr. Hayden?" Mike said his eyes going wide.

"Almost. It was --."

Mike got it. He did the math in his head. The age was right. "Mr. Hayden's son," he said incredulously, his eyes even wider.

"Yes," Jen said. "He turned legal this week. He was still a virgin."

"God Jen," Mike gasped, the words coming out like a moan.

"You think that's hot?" Jen said giving him a knowing smile.

"Incredibly hot!" Mike gushed. "God Jen," he moaned again. God he loved her so much! He was so proud she was his wife!

"I don't know, I'm still processing it," Jen said with an embarrassed laugh. "Want to know what's really fucked up? I wasn't into it. Not really. I mean, it was fun at first, but then it kind of got to be a job."

"Did you know who he was?" Mike asked excitedly.

"That's what's fucked up," Jen told him. "I didn't at first. But then I realized Thomas was Mr. Hayden's son. And I went crazy, a real freak. I got so slutty. I fucked him really hard and got off on it."

"It's okay baby, who wouldn't get turned on by that?" Mike assured his wife, kissing and hugging her.

"So you don't think I'm a freak?" Jen asked with a hesitant look on her beautiful face. "It feels like incest or something."

"It's not incest, you're not related to them," Mike assured her. He grinned. "Out of control though."

"And you love that right?" Jen said grinning at him. Their conversation was making her feel better about herself. She asked again "You don't think I'm a freak?"

"Maybe a MILF," Mike said with a grin.

"Or a cougar," Jen said with a laugh.

"God Jen that's epic," Mike said looking awestruck at her.

Jen felt all warm inside. Yeah, Mike was getting off on it, but she saw love and complete acceptance in his eyes. It wasn't like Frank saying "You're a slut, just accept it." With Mike it was "You're the most freaking awesome girl in the world, I'll always think that no matter what you do."

"God I'm so hot I'm going to cum in my pants," Mike said, still grinning.

Jen giggled. "Well we can't have that," she said with a grin back. She took off her comfy VS cotton panties and pulled down Mike's boxers. She got on top of him. "No condom okay? I want to feel you." Without even waiting for an answer, Jen took his cock and guided her husband inside her.

"Thomas must be big," Mike said feeling Jen's looseness.

"Not really," Jen said slowly moving up and down her husband. "After Thomas, Frank, Hugh and Lou fucked me."

Mike moaned as she said that. "You like getting gang banged?" he asked excitedly.

"I'm such a nympho right now," Jen admitted, her cheeks going red with embarrassment. "I can't get enough."

"It's okay baby. I love you like this, when you lose control," Mike said looking into her eyes. 

Jen looked back into her husband's eyes and saw total love and acceptance there. "I love you Mike," she said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as they made love.

A little later they snuggled together. Mike didn't even bother to ask if she came. He knew she hadn't. But he knew she got a lot out of it too. The fact she didn't want him to wear a condom made him feel good. It helped them to reconnect as a married couple to be skin-to-skin.

"What's in the bag?" he asked. He was stroking her long blonde hair.

This was the moment Jen had been dreading all day. But she felt like she had to come clean without trying to spin the story. She owed Mike at least that much. Cringing inside, she said "It's my high school cheerleader uniform."

Mike abruptly stopped stroking Jen's hair. His body went rigid. With no emotion in his voice, he said "You wore it for Frank?"

"No, it didn't happen that way," Jen said quickly. She sat up so she could see Mike's face. "I know you're not going to believe this, but I decided to wear it for you. The padded bras, they filled out the top."

"But you wore it for Frank," Mike said accusingly.

"No baby, that's not what happened," Jen said stroking his arm. She hurriedly explained. "I put it on for Thomas. He's in high school. I thought it would make it more special for him." Jen squeezed Mike's hands. "I thought you would be okay with it. He's just a boy, a virgin."

"It was your idea then," Mike said frowning.

"I mean ... Frank suggested it," Jen admitted hesitantly. She squeezed Mike's hands again. "Thomas is just a boy. He's in high school. I thought it might turn you on."

"But then you fucked Frank in it," Mike said bitterly, knowing the truth. "And Hugh and Lou."

Jen wanted to explain but ... what was there to explain? "Yes," she admitted. She grimaced at the hurt look on Mike's face. "I never should have put it on," she said to herself as much as Mike. "I lost control. I always lose control."

Somehow Mike stayed calm despite his ache inside. "Yeah," he agreed. But it wasn't fair to blame her. Just a moment ago he said how he loved it when she lost control. "Why's it in a plastic bag?"

Jen hesitated, then said "... it's kind of messy."

Mike nodded, getting it. "From who?" he asked. "Thomas? Or the other guys?"

Jen looked down shamefully. "The other guys," she admitted in a low voice. 

Mike nodded again. He understood of course. Frank purposefully shot his load on Jen's cheerleader uniform. He told Hugh and Lou to do the same. To rub Mike's nose in it. To let Mike know he was the first man to fuck Jen in the outfit (Thomas of course didn't count).

"I'm sorry Mike," Jen said, looking desperately into his face. She felt his hurt and jealousy, his feelings of betrayal. It pained her seeing him this way. What made it a million times worse was she knew she was the reason for it. "I never should have put it on."

"It's not your fault," Mike said, forcing a smile. His instinct was always to make her feel better. "You lose control. But I like that. Shit happens sometimes."

"Do you want to see it?" Jen said hopefully. She could tell Mike was hard. Despite it all this turned him on at some level.

"Maybe later," Mike said. At some level it did excite him. But at that moment he didn't want to see it.

"I'll wash it," Jen quickly offered. "It'll look brand new. I'll wear it for you."

"Yeah, sure," Mike said but his voice carried no enthusiasm.

"My other cheer uniforms are at home," Jen said, her voice sounding desperate. "I'll get mom to send them. I'll wear them for you. There's a lot. Ankle socks and saddle shoes. Pantyhose too. I'll do a fashion show for you baby."

"Yeah, let's do that," Mike said. But again he wasn't able to muster any enthusiasm. 

Frank had done more than just rub Mike's face in it. He had marked his territory. Claimed it. Like an alpha dog. Jen's cheerleader outfits were Frank's now. Frank won; he took them from Mike. Now, if Jen wore them, he would feel like she was just condescending to him. Sharing what belonged to Frank. Out of pity. 

Maybe that's not what Jen thought or intended. But that's how Mike felt. Yeah, it was exciting at some level. But he still had pride. Jen made her choice. He wanted nothing to do anymore with her cheerleader outfits.

"I'm sorry Mike," Jen said, her eyes tearing up. She felt his loss and it broke her heart. She felt so stupid. For years he asked her to wear her cheerleader outfit for him. For years! He practically begged her. She always said no out of some misplaced feelings of pride; like, she was better than that now. But now she ruined it for him. She felt loss for him and her. For both of them. Something they would never be able to share now. How could she be so stupid?!

"It's okay. It's part of the game," Mike said forcing another weak smile. "Shit happens sometimes."

Jen gave him an apologetic, regretful smile back. She reached down and cupped Mike. He was still rock hard. "Do you want to?"

"I'm kind of tired," Mike lied. "Let's go to sleep." He gently moved Jen to her side, facing away. Then he spooned her. It was Jen's favorite sleeping position and had become Mike's favorite too. 

Jen was even more disheartened Mike didn't want sex. She didn't push him though, even though he stayed hard pressed against her behind. Eventually he softened as he fell off to sleep. But Jen didn't fall asleep until much later, staring at nothing in the night. "How could I have been so stupid?" she kept asking herself.

Jen decided not to wash her soiled cheer outfit. Later, when she had a moment alone, she folded it and put it in a more permanent zip lock storage bag (by then the cum was all dried; it reeked of musty man-ness). She put a note in the bag: "Dear Mike, I'm so sorry I ruined it for you. Someday I hope you'll forgive me. I kept it like this because I thought maybe you might want to see it someday. I love you more than anything baby. I'm so sorry."

Jen called her mom and she sent the cheer box. Jen put the plastic bag in the cheer box so the note was on top. She put the cheer box next to her memories box (Mike's, not her old boyfriends'). She knew sometimes Mike looked at it. Maybe he would look. She hoped he would.

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JJ was in a briefing with the Big 4 at the CATF headquarters. These were the men most responsible for the defense of the United States against internal and external terrorist attacks. JJ frowned as aides provided status reports of hot spots around the world. As the briefing continued he grew more and more concerned.

During a break JJ pulled Colonel Banks aside. "I don't know Ethan," JJ said worriedly, motioning to the big screens in the CATF op center. "I don't like the way things are lining up. I feel like we're about to get hit."

"I feel the same," Colonel Banks said, looking just as concerned.

"What's the status of the quantum project?" JJ asked. "If we can get a breakthrough ...." JJ didn't need to say it, they both understood. If they could get a breakthrough on a quantum computer, even a partial success, they might be able to decrypt more emails and computer transmissions. Get advance warning on what might be coming their way.

"They seem to be going in circles," Banks said shaking his head.

"What about Mike Andrews?" JJ asked. "Is he contributing?"

"He's brilliant, but not fully engaged," Banks said, repeating the reports he'd gotten from Abraham and Allen. From Brent too, although he tended to leave out the "brilliant" part. "Still hasn't bought into what we're doing."

JJ scowled, feeling frustrated and helpless. "I met his wife," he said. "Jennifer. A beautiful girl. Stunning actually. She's working on Jasmine Kelly's campaign. Seems passionate about it."

"Okay," Banks said noncommittally. 

JJ added "She's having an affair with Frank Tower."

Banks nodded. He knew more than he wanted to know about Mike and Jennifer Andrews. He got the information during the Liberty-gate fiasco. He didn't know how much JJ knew about their open marriage arrangement. He decided not to say anything. He was old school, didn't believe in interfering with what people did in private. It was like gays in the military. He might not agree, but if they didn't hurt anyone, it was none of his business.

"His idealistic views, his marriage – Mike Andrews is too unstable," JJ said. "I don't see how he can help us. And he's a distraction."

"I still think he has value," Colonel Banks said. "Whatever advances we've had lately on QC, they've come from him."

"Then we need to get him motivated," JJ said looking intently at Banks. "We're running out of time Colonel. Do what you have to do."

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The next day Mike walked home from the subway. He was returning from teaching his high school math class. He took the long way, trying to clear his head. He was still trying to come to grips with what Jen did with Frank that weekend.

As Mike approached their loft apartment he saw a figure sitting on the outside steps. It was a girl with long blonde hair. His heart quickened thinking it was Jen. But as he got closer he realized it wasn't Jen.

"Jasmine," Mike said with surprise. "What are you doing here?"

"Mike I'm in trouble," Jasmine said pleadingly. She looked scared, terrified even. "I didn't know who else to go to."

Mike stared at his friend. He said "Jasmine, what has happened?"

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While Mike was talking to Jasmine, Jen sat in her office at work staring out the window at the New York skyline. She was trying to process everything. Frank was pushing all her buttons. Buttons she didn't even know existed. 

She didn't feel like herself when she was with Frank. She felt like he was making her into something else. A girl in his image. A girl with pierced nipples. Who fucked old boyfriends. Fucked fathers and sons. With a wave of Frank's hand she fucked whoever he wanted.

She felt like a slut. Not a goddess. And she was getting off on it. That's what scared her most.

But she was hurting Mike. And she knew it would get worse. With Frank she couldn't control herself. Pierced nipples. Durex condoms. The cheerleader outfit. What was next?

Jen felt, eventually, it would end with Frank. It had to, right? But where would Mike be then? Where would their marriage be? Their family?

Mike wasn't pulling her back. If anything, despite all his conflict and angst, he was pushing her boundaries even more. Pushing her to Frank. Wanting her to do things for Frank instead of him. Wanting her to deny him. Mike was conflicted (like always) but was getting off on it. 




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 32



Look at this weekend. Okay, she really screwed up with her cheerleading outfit. But everything else Mike was ecstatic about. Fucking Mr. Hayden's son. It got him so hot. She wondered if, deep down, Mike hoped she would fuck both Mr. Hayden and Thomas at the same time someday.

And Colin was worse. Didn't he remember the last time? It led to her miscarriage, and Mike almost dying. It was like for Mike all that never happened.

Jen knew she was just as bad. In the heat of the moment she had no inhibitions or good sense. And Frank was pushing so hard. He was like a pusher and they were addicts. How much longer would it take? Before she let Frank cut her hair, tattoo her. Or worse. 

Mike would hate it all. It would hurt him terribly. But he wasn't capable of stopping either. It was like a drug for him. When it finally ended with Frank, would Mike still love her? Would he be there? She couldn't bear the thought of life without Mike. Of losing his love and respect.

So if Mike wouldn't stop it, she needed to stop it. But the truth was – and this showed her sluttiness more than anything else – she didn't want to stop with Frank. Not yet. She – her body – she loved it too much. She craved it. Frank was like a drug to her too. And she wanted more. She was addicted.

At that moment Jen made a decision. She WOULD set Mike up with a girl. The thought of Mike with another girl drove her crazy. So if Mike was seeing another girl, she'd pay more attention to him, be more careful with what she did with Frank. She would think about the consequences of her actions more. It would be like the Golden Rule. It would give her the strength to control herself with Frank, while still allowing her to explore her desires with him.

At that moment Allie walked into her office. "You're still going this weekend right?" she said.

Jen had forgotten all about the Hamptons party. And now she had plans with Frank. "Um I don't think so," she said. "Something's come up."

"Are you serious?" Allie said, clearly disappointed. "What about our birthday party?"

"We'll get a drink this week," Jen said. But she knew her offer was lame. She felt terrible about backing out, as she knew the weekend was really important to Allie. Another casualty of her obsession with Frank Tower.

"Fuck you bitch, we'll party without you," Allie said dropping into the chair in front of Jen's desk. She looked at her friend. "What's wrong with you?" she asked, seeing the distress on Jen's face.

"It's nothing," Jen said. "I mean ... I don't know."

"What?" Allie pressed. She studied her friend. "This is about a guy right? You and Mike are playing your game again."

"Yeah ..." Jen admitted.

"So what's happening?" Allie asked. Anything to get her mind off her own problems.

"It's just stupid," Jen said in a self-critical voice. "I'm involved with this guy. It's getting kind of heavy."

"It always does with you and Mike," Allie said.

"Yeah ..." Jen agreed. "It feels different this time. Frank's not like other guys. Or maybe I'm different. I'm trying to control myself."

"Yeah right," Allie said skeptically. She knew the history of their game. "So how are you going to do that?"

"Something Keri said, what she does," Jen said. She hesitated, not wanting to say it.

"What?" Allie asked with an intrigued look on her face. "What?"

"I'm thinking about setting Mike up with a girl," Jen finally said.

"Are you serious?" Allie said disbelievingly. "Your bubble boy? You'll let him fuck another girl?"

"I don't want to," Jen said. "But it'll keep me from going too far with Frank."

"Why don't you just end it with Frank?"

Jen shrugged. Looking embarrassed, she said "I'm not ready for that."

"God Jen," Allie said incredulously. Shaking her head she said "Well, I don't know. I think you should dump Frank and go to the Hamptons with me. You, Mike and Anna. At least then I can be your wingman." She thought of her pending divorce and gave a humorless laugh. "Or you can be mine," she lamented.

"It's just ... I've got a date with Frank," Jen said apologetically.

Allie shook her head. As she left she gave Jen a sad disappointed look. 

Jen returned to staring out the window. She didn't know what to do.

A moment later Allie abruptly walked back into Jen's office. Closing the door, she said "I'll do it."

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"I'll do it," Allie said. "I'll be Mike's lover."

Jen stared at Allie, her lips opening in shock.



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"What?" Jen said, looking shocked at Allie.

"I'll be Mike's lover," Allie repeated.

"Are you crazy?" Jen said looking bewildered. "You?"

"Why not me?" 

Jen's head was spinning. "You want to?" she asked feeling flabbergasted.

"I don't know," Allie said, collapsing into the chair in front of Jen's desk. She looked as bewildered as Jen. "You know, after my father, I've known Mike longer than any other guy."

Jen thought about it. It was probably true. She met Mike when she was 19, ten years ago. Over the years Allie had a lot of boyfriends but almost all were short relationships lasting just a few months. She met Darren only a few years ago. So it wasn't surprising Mike was her longest male relationship after her father.

"I guess it kind of bothers me," Allie said. "I mean, Mike's your bubble boy, but he's mine too sort of. I don't like thinking about him with another girl."

"That makes no sense," Jen said with the bewildered look still on her face. "He's my husband, how does it affect you?"

"It's just ...," Allie stammered, trying to explain. It was hard to explain because she didn't understand it herself. "Okay, you and me, we're sluts, we fuck anything that moves. But Mike's different. He's always goo-goo eyes with you. He'd never cheat on you. And I kind of got used to that. It's comforting. That certainty. It was like, one noble guy in the entire world. So, if you're going to set Mike up with another girl, I want to be the girl. Cause then it's still the three of us. Does that make sense?"

"It makes no freaking sense," Jen said scoffing. But in a way it did make sense. In a demented crazy wild kind of way. It was also kind of sweet. "I don't know Allie," she said. "This is really hard for me. It'll be easier if it's not a girl I know. You're my best friend."

"Mike's seen me naked. He's seen me fucking," Allie reminded her. "I've seen him naked. God Jen we almost did him together that time in Vegas. I get what you're saying, but it's got to be easier too knowing it's me." (Author's note: Consequences Part 5)

"I don't know," Jen said hesitantly. But even as she expressed doubt she saw the advantages. There wasn't anyone she trusted more than Allie (other than Mike). She wouldn't try to steal him away. On top of that, Allie had no relationship with Frank. So, unlike with Juliet, Jen didn't have to worry Frank would try to use Allie to dick with Mike. She knew Allie would never do that anyways.

But at the same time, Jen didn't like the idea of Mike getting intimate with Allie. They were best friends after all, like sisters. What would their relationship be after this particular "game" was over?

On the other hand, Allie was Jen's opposite. Brunette versus blonde, big busted versus tiny ones, voluptuous and curvy versus slim and leggy. Jen knew Mike preferred her looks. So that was another reason she was less likely to feel threatened by Allie.

"Why do you want to do this?" Jen asked.

"I don't know," Allie said with a humorless laugh, looking bewildered again. "It's fucked up, right? Me and bubble boy? God .... But, I mean ... it would be nice to hang with a guy who's not a complete jerk. You know?" Allie laughed again. "I've dated a little since the separation. I get horny right?" Another humorless laugh. "Guys are worse now than before. And I'm still dealing with Darren." She looked disheartened and tired. "I guess I want to take a break from men. But sometimes it's nice to hang with a guy." Allie shrugged. "I guess that's why."

"So ... you're not actually thinking about sex?" Jen asked hopefully. Could this be another Claire set up? That would be perfect!

But her hopes were dashed when Allie said with an evil smile, "Ah no. You fucked Darren. Pay back is a bitch, bitch." 

Jen looked shocked at Allie, her mouth dropping open. Then Allie broke out laughing. "Oh my god, your face!" After she stopped laughing she said "I'm fucking with you of course."

Jen gave Allie a tight smile.

"It's up to you. What are you going to tell Mike?" Allie asked. "Doesn't Keri set her husband up with actual lovers?"

Jen frowned at that, knowing Allie was right. She might not be reined in with Frank if Mike was just in a platonic relationship with another girl. There had to be at least the possibility of sex. 

Maybe that was the key. "Possibility." Mike was intimidated by Allie. Even with her blessing, he might not actually do anything with Allie. And it wasn't like Mike was Allie's dream stud. So they might not do it even if they had a hall pass from her. Yet, the "possibility" of them fucking might be enough to rein her in with Frank. Maybe this was the perfect setup!

Wanting to test her theory, Jen hesitantly asked "So ... you're attracted to Mike?" 

Allie knew this was a loaded question. She carefully said, "I think he's cute. I always have. In a geeky sort of way. I'm not a size queen like you." She laughed nervously. "But it's not like I've waited all these years to jump his bones. You're the one looking for a fuck buddy for him. I'm just offering to help." Allie eyed her best friend. "Are you really serious about this?"

"I mean ...," Jen sputtered. Was she? Was she really serious about this? As if talking to herself, she said "I don't want to hurt Mike. But I'm not ready to end it with Frank. It works for Keri ...."

Allie saw her friend's conflict and uncertainty. "I've got an idea," she said. "Your date with Frank – is it an overnight thing?"

"Yeah, I think," Jen said, not sure where Allie was going with this. 

"How about this?" Allie said. "You do your thing with Frank. I'll go to the Hamptons with Mike." Before Jen could say anything, Allie said "Nothing will happen. We'll just talk, hang out. And this way too, Anna and DJ can play."

Jen stared wide-eyed at Allie. The idea was crazy. But it kind of worked too. Their friends would be there but Allie knew how to handle things. Also, this way – and she knew this was selfish – she could spend Sunday with Frank. She wouldn't have to rush home that morning. But that wasn't her main reason, Jen told herself. The main reason was to rein herself in with Frank. To keep Mike from getting bad hurt.

"So you're really up for this?" Jen hesitantly asked Allie. 

"I can't think of anyone who would make Darren more jealous," Allie said with a laugh. She said it as a joke but she was serious too.

"Darren jealous of Mike?" Jen said, not understanding. 

Allie laughed at Jen's bewilderment. Although again her laugh had no humor. She said "You're so clueless about Mike sometimes Jen."

Jen nodded slowly, trying to process that. Trying to process everything. Finally, making a decision, she said "I'll talk to Mike." 

"That should be fun," Allie said with a grin.

"Allie, before anything happens – I mean anything – you have to talk to me," Jen told her best friend.

"I will," Allie assured her.

"And you have to tell me everything," Jen said.

"Of course I will," Allie promised.

"And if I stay stop, it stops," Jen said.

"Jen, honey, you can trust me," Allie said earnestly.

"And Allie," Jen said. There was one more, really important thing. "If something does happen, you have to use condoms."

"You know I hate condoms," Allie said immediately.

"Allie ..." Jen said. She didn't want Mike bare inside Allie. Also, she didn't want any chance – ANY chance -- of Allie getting pregnant. She couldn't stand that thought. "He's my husband."

Allie sensed Jen's concern. She said "I'm on the pill. And you can wrap bubble boy in plastic all you want. But is that really going to get you what you want? You can't control it Jen. Isn't that the point of all this?"

Jen slowly nodded her head. She knew Allie was right. "Just tell me before anything happens," she said.

"I will Jen," Allie said, squeezing Jen's hand. "I promise."

********************

The first part was easy. Mike found Willy's computers and servers on the internet. He inserted a worm to erase all the data.

Then it got harder. It was possible Willy kept backups of Jasmine's sex tape on DVDs or hard drives not connected to his computer. Mike needed to physically search Willy's home. To do that, he needed to find Willy. That wasn't easy, because Willy moved around a lot to prevent people like Mike from finding him.

But no one was completely off the grid. It wasn't possible in today's world. Especially for Willy, whose business depended on the internet. 

Mike studied Willy's credit card statements. A pattern emerged. Mike thought about it. The code would be straightforward to write, but it was a lot of data to collect, organize and process. It would take a lot of computers to make happen. If it worked though, he'd find Willy in a day or two. 

Time was short. Willy had told Jasmine (actually, Leo) he would release the sex tape on his website if she didn't immediately pay his blackmail demands. So Mike wrote the code. It took most of the day to write and distribute.

Now came the really hard part. Mike wasn't a field agent. He needed one.

Mike flew down to the CATF headquarters. He got lucky as he didn't run into anyone. He wanted to do this fast. In and out. Fortunately he already had his man. He choose him from hacking into the CATF's files of its field agents. This guy was a free agent, officially a "contractor." Mostly he worked for the CIA but he did jobs for CATF too (apparently Colonel Banks was close with the director of the CIA's Counterterrorism Center).

Mike hacked into the CATF's attendance log (everyone had to sign in and out). He got lucky. His man was inside the CATF's headquarters. 

The agent was in the break room drinking coffee. "You're Mitch?" Mike said, sitting at the table across from the man.

Mitch looked up. He had dark hair and a dark complexion. He wasn't tall, maybe Mike's height. But he was powerfully built, like an NFL linebacker (actually he played lacrosse in college, at Syracuse). Mitch had a dangerous aura around him, like a predator. Maria was right. The field agents oozed testosterone. It was more than that thought. Mitch looked dangerous, even sitting at the table with a coffee mug in his hand.

"Who are you?" Mitch asked. He had a gravelly, serious voice. 

"Mike Andrews," Mike said. 

Mitch gave Mike a long look. He'd heard about the "Phantom." And he read the papers. He said "What do you want?"

"An operation," Mike said. He passed a thin folder to the agent. "His name's Willy, a porn operator. He's got a sex tape on a Senate candidate. He's blackmailing her. I'm taking care of his computers and servers. But I need someone to search his home. And to make Willy understand he should leave the candidate alone."

Mitch didn't touch the folder. He asked "Why do you care?"

"She's a friend," Mike said. 

Mitch gave Mike another long look. Then he opened the file. He wasn't surprised when he saw the candidate was Jasmine Kelly. He read the papers. He knew about "JasMike."

"Why should I care?" Mitch said. 

Mike was ready for this question. It was why he picked Mitch. "Jasmine's a good American. She's running for the Senate. That makes Willy a terrorist. You don't like when terrorists target Americans, especially women." Mike had read Mitch's file. About how his college girlfriend and his wife were both murdered by terrorists.

Mitch's head snapped up. He gave Mike a dangerous look. "Be careful," he warned in his hard gravelly voice. 

Mike was scared. It wasn't smart to try to manipulate an assassin. Somehow he kept his hands from shaking.

Once again Mitch studied Mike. Mike's audacity shocked him. To approach out of the blue and drop the operation on him. Of course the op wasn't sanctioned. Did Andrews know how many laws he was breaking? Actually, Mitch figured Mike probably did know and he was doing it anyway. God, the stupidity. No wonder this asshole ended up in jail over Liberty-gate.

But Mitch knew there were other words to describe what Mike was asking. Bold. Idealistic. Courageous. Those words fit Liberty-gate too. And maybe this country needed more of that. Fuck the rules and just kick ass over what was right.

Mitch tapped the file. "You're sure Willy's at this location?"

"Yes."

"How'd you find him?" Mitch asked.

"It wasn't hard," Mike said, trying to sound confident.

"Not hard huh?" Mitch said. He eyed Mike, studying him. In the end, his decision was based on a basic human emotion. Curiousity.

"Alright, I'll do this," Mitch told Mike. "But then you owe me. Someday I may call you for a favor."

Mike nodded slowly, cautiously. The favor would involve computers of course. He wasn't going to give Mitch a blank check. He said "And I'll listen. If I agree with what you're doing, I'll help."

Mitch looked at Mike, studying him again, taking the measure of him. Finally he said "Fair enough." He turned back to the file. "ROE?"

"Nothing permanent," Mike said. "But make sure Willy understands he should leave Jasmine alone."

"You're sure Willy's at this location?" Mitch asked again.

"Yes," Mike said. "But he moves around. It has to be done fast."

Mitch thought about the logistics and timing. Finally he said "It'll be done in a few days. A week at most." Without another word Mitch was gone.

Mike went straight to the airport. He had about an hour before his flight back to LaGuardia. He went to the bar and ordered a scotch. His hands began shaking. He swallowed the scotch in a single gulp and ordered another. He gulped that one too. But still his hands shook.

In a way, helping Jasmine was a welcome distraction because it helped take Mike's mind off their game, off Jen's growing relationship with Frank. But he had just made a deal with an assassin. Was it a deal with the devil? And he just broke a lot of laws (both US and foreign). If Banks found out .... 

Mike thought about more jail time. Of being separated from Jen and Anna again. But he had no choice. Jasmine needed help. He owed her. More importantly, she was his friend. But if Banks found out ....

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The next day Jen got home from work late as her client meeting went long. She and Mike played and snuggled with Anna a little while, then they put her down to sleep for the night.

It was awkward afterwards with Mike. There was still the "cheerleader outfit fiasco" hanging over them. Still though, she wanted to talk about that weekend. About her date with Frank that Saturday. And Allie. But she didn't know how to start. It didn't help Mike seemed distracted by something. Was it Frank? Her intuition told her it was something else. CATF? 

For his part, Mike struggled about whether to tell Jen about Jasmine. On the one hand, he knew Jen would blow up if she learned he helped her. But it would be worse if Jen found out another way (like, for example, if Colonel Banks found out and threw him in jail). In the end, Mike decided not to tell Jen, for 2 reasons. First, because he didn't want to get Jen involved; if the shit hit the fan he didn't want to implicate his wife. Second, he was still pissed about her cheerleader outfit. Maybe it was childish, but he felt she didn't deserve to know.

As the evening wore on, Jen decided she had to just come out and talk about things. After all, it was already Wednesday night. If anything was going to happen that weekend, they had to talk about it now.

"So ... remember Bobby and Grace are renting that house in the Hamptons this weekend?" Jen said to Mike.

"Yeah, we're going to that?" Mike said.

"Well, um ... Frank asked me out," Jen said hesitantly.

"Oh," Mike said. He forced himself to stay calm. After all, this was the point of their game. She was "dating" Frank. He asked "What's going on? Anything special?"

"Frank is kind of obsessed with my dancing," Jen said with a laugh. She brushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear. "He has this wild fantasy of me on Broadway. Helping me reach my Broadway dream. So he's introducing me to some people."

Jen's words seemed to stop Mike in his tracks. He asked "Producers? Directors? Writers?"

"I don't know. Maybe. He calls them his Broadway friends."

Mike nodded, processing all this. He said "I never knew that was your dream."

"I mean, maybe back in high school. That's every girl's dream," Jen said. With a laugh in her voice she added "But now it's more Frank's dream than mine."

Mike nodded again. His head was spinning. He said "I'll support you if you want to give it a try. I'll call Apple or Google, maybe Facebook or Microsoft, get a real job."

"Mike you're as crazy as Frank," Jen said with a laugh. "I take dance classes at the gym, that's all. I have no talent. And I'm almost 30. Girls on Broadway are young."

"You have incredible talent baby," Mike said encouragingly, squeezing her hands. "Think about the Rockettes. You could do those routines. And you'd make an incredible Rockette. From there you could go on to musicals."

"You just want to see me dancing around in leotards and tights," Jen said giving her husband a knowing grin. "But I like my life Mike. I like my job. And I don't want you to work for those big companies. I like you're home a lot. I love our life just the way it is."

"Then why meet with Frank's Broadway friends?" Mike asked.

"Because it's fun and exciting," Jen said. "But it's just fantasy Mike. It's not really going to happen. It's just part of the game."

Mike nodded, thinking again. He wasn't so sure. What if Jen WAS offered a spot on the Rockettes? Or as the understudy to the female lead in a Broadway musical? How could she turn that down? With Jen's gorgeous looks, her long incredible legs, her singing and dancing talent -- was it that farfetched? Especially with a powerful and wealthy benefactor like Frank Tower behind her? 

This was Jen's dream. She downplayed it, but Mike could tell. And Frank was making it come true for her, not him.

Mike played it out in his head. Jen excitedly hugging Frank when she got the part. Holding his hand as they celebrated. Spending more time with the rich and powerful Frank as she became a starlet. Jen would be on Mike's arm at openings as they had to keep up appearances as a married couple. But she'd make eyes with Frank all night long, and afterwards she'd be in his bed. 

Mike played it out, like a movie in his head. The jealousy, the feelings of inadequacy, having less of Jen's time and attention, of being minimized in her eyes as Frank became a bigger part of her life. It was like a wave of angst washing over him. 

Mike played more of the movie in his head. Jen would quit her job to follow her dream. Frank would offer to support them. But Mike swore he would never let that happen. He would call Apple, work 10 jobs if he had to, but he would support his family. Even as Jen got closer to Frank, spent more time with him, maybe fell in love with him. He would support his family. He would support Anna.

But Mike didn't show any of these dark thoughts to Jen. Because the fact was, he did want her to perform on Broadway. It was a voyeur's and cuckold's dream. Jen dancing around on stage in leotards, short skirts, stockings and high heels. Countless men in the audience admiring her beautiful face, tight body, long legs. Maybe getting hit on by famous actors. Mike practically shuddered from delicious cuckold lust and angst.

"Are you alright?" Jen asked in her soft voice. She saw the conflict, hurt and excitement in her husband's face. "It's just a game baby."

"It's your dream," Mike said, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"It really isn't," Jen said. She rubbed Mike's arm. She didn't know exactly what was going through his head but she had an idea. She said "It's okay to think about it baby. Play with it, let it get you hot. But don't get upset. Because it's not going to happen. It's just part of our game."

Mike nodded but he barely heard her. "Are you auditioning Saturday?" he asked.




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"I don't think so," Jen said. Honestly she hadn't thought about it. "I'm not bringing any dancewear."

"But Frank could give you that," Mike said. "Or maybe you'll just sing for them."

Jen could see Mike was agitated. Excited but seriously bothered. She rubbed his arm again. "What's wrong baby?"

"I want to be there when you audition," Mike said. 

Jen could tell this was important to him. "Of course baby," she assured him, rubbing his arm again. "But I don't think it'll get that far."

Mike doubted that. He was sure Frank would make it happen. "I want to be there," he insisted.

"You will baby, I promise," Jen said. Mike was really agitated by this. She wasn't sure why but it was really important to him. Like her cheerleader outfit. 

The memory got her scared. Being at the audition was really important to Mike. Jen truly meant what she said, that he would be there (if it really happened). But in the heat of the moment, would she break that promise too? Like her cheerleader outfit? Jen knew the answer was probably yes. Unless she could find a way to control herself.

"I want to talk about something," Jen said hugging his arm. "Something important."

Mike nodded. He waited for her to say something.

"I know I've been terrible lately," Jen said looking pained and regretful. "I should stop with Frank. And if you want me to I will. But honestly I don't want to. Not yet."

"I don't want you to stop either," Mike said. Frank was pushing both their boundaries. It was hard, painful sometimes. But so exciting too.

Also, he didn't blame Jen. Sex was a powerful drug. Just look at what happened to Jasmine. She wasn't nearly as sensual as Jen. Yet, Jasmine allowed her passions to almost destroy her life.

Jen was an extremely sensual girl. Once her nympho switch got turned on, she craved sex all the time. Mike knew he pushed her. He added combustible fuel to the passionate fires burning inside her. Add to that Frank, who was tapping into her submissive fantasies. When Jen was like this, she had a hard time controlling herself. Mike understood this. And, to be truthful, Mike liked it when his wife was like this. Because it fueled his own fantasies.

"But we have limits, remember?" Jen said hugging his arm. "Things we've talked about. And other things too. Things you don't have to tell me. I know they're limits."

Mike nodded, waiting.

"But I keep fucking up," Jen admitted, looking regretful and ashamed. "Like my cheerleader outfit."

Mike nodded again. The reminder was like a blow to his gut. But he didn't say anything, continuing to wait for Jen to make her point.

"So, I have an idea for trying to control things," Jen said. "We tried it before and it kind of worked then. So I think it'll work now. Keri and Jim do it. It helps them."

"What?" Mike asked.

Jen hesitated. She had a hard time saying it. Finally she blurted out "Maybe you should see another girl." She added, "A little."

Mike's jaw dropped. "Someone besides you? I don't want anyone else."

"It'll be like Claire," Jen said.

"That was fake."

"I know," Jen said. "But before I found out it was fake, it helped. I thought about you with Claire. It bothered me. So it cooled things down between me and Ricky. See? It's a way for me to control myself."

Mike stared at Jen. Was this what Maria said? If you want to break up with a guy, you set him up with another girl. 

All his insecurities rushed to the surface. About why a gorgeous girl like Jenny Johnson would date and then marry a less-than-handsome geek like Mike Andrews. Especially since he had a small thin dick and couldn't give her the toe curling orgasms of men like Ricky and Scott.

Feeling like he was teetering on the abyss, Mike said "Jen if you want a divorce just come out and say it."

Jen's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. It was the first time Mike had ever said the D word. It sobered her. Completely.

"Mike I don't want a divorce," she said immediately. "This isn't about that. But never mind. It doesn't matter. I'm ending it with Frank. It's over." Jen hugged herself into Mike. She clung to him, her arms around his chest, her legs tangled with his. It was like she was trying to make them into a single person.

"I'm sorry," Mike said after a few moments.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, it's my fault," Jen said hugging him tighter. "Let's not talk about it anymore."

"Maybe we should," Mike said.

"I don't want to," Jen said. She wasn't being a martyr. She wasn't mad at Mike, or resentful, or being stubborn. But she was done with the game. If the game got to the point where someone said the D word, then it was over. She lost all interest in the game. Over. Done with. Caput.

"It can't end like this," Mike said. "You've got the rings. The bras."

"I'll take the rings out later and give them back to Frank," Jen said. "The bras too. Everything."

"Are you mad?" 

"I'm not mad baby," Jen said honestly, tenderly holding Mike's face in her soft hands and looking into his eyes. "But saying the D word isn't acceptable to me. If you think I'm thinking that, then we have to stop. You see? I'm not saying we won't play again someday. But this game needs to stop right now." 

Mike nodded, not knowing how he felt about that. After a few moments he asked "Who's the girl?"

Jen hesitated. She finally let Mike go and raised up on an elbow to look at him. She said "Allie."

Mike stared at Jen for a moment, then he started laughing. "Allie?" he said laughing hard. He laughed so much tears formed in his eyes.

Jen couldn't help smiling. "I'm sure she'll appreciate all the laughing," she said with a wry grin.

"I just ...," Mike said, shaking his head as his laughter finally died out. "Allie, god ...," he said with wonder, not able to stop smiling. Allie Oh La La and him. They hated each other. Okay, maybe not hate, but far from like. It was like the biggest joke ever.

"Why not Allie?" Jen said smiling now, getting into the spirit of it. "Don't tell me she's not hot. I've seen you look mister. And she's freaking awesome in bed. Trust me."

"You would know," Mike said giving Jen a mischievous knowing grin.

"Yes I would know, jerk," Jen said, giving Mike a playful scowl and punching him in the stomach.

"So Allie was Frank's idea?" Mike asked.

"No Frank wants to set you up with a Juliet chick," Jen told him. "You'd love her. She looks like Jasmine Kelly. Except she's younger, prettier, has bigger tits and doesn't dye her hair blonde. Your basic nightmare. But she's nice which makes it worse."

Mike nodded slowly. He was pretty sure Jasmine was a natural blonde but he didn't say that of course. And given recent events, he had a hard time thinking about Jasmine in sexual terms. "So, this was Frank's idea?" Mike asked.

Jen shook her head. "Keri's actually," she said. Then she admitted "But Frank's all over it."

"Of course he is," Mike thought to himself. "Get me out of the way so he has more time with my wife." He wasn't sure whether to be flattered or pissed that they talked so much behind his back.

Jen read his thoughts and conceded "Frank wasn't worried about you." She gave Mike a weak smile. "But I was. I swear to god Mike. This wasn't like what Maria said." 

Jen reflected that Maria was causing her a lot of trouble. WTF? They were supposed to be sorta friends. Girls didn't do that to other girls.

Jen continued, saying "I mean, if I was really trying to break up, would I pick Allie? I'd pick Juliet. I picked Allie because I know she won't try to take you away from me. I trust her. Juliet is nice but I don't know her that well. I don't really know her at all."

"I just needed to make sure," Mike said.

"I get that honey."

"I'm sorry I said divorce," Mike said.

"You better be," Jen said, frowning at him.

"But I don't want to stop playing the game," Mike said. "I'm not ready for that. And I know you aren't either."

"I don't know Mike," Jen said uncertainly.

"You say you're exploring things with Frank," Mike said. "I'm exploring things too, with you. Like you doing things for Frank and not me. Denying me things. With other guys, it's always exciting. But you're too nice sometimes. Remember those times with Jamie, when you were mean to me?"

"That got you so hot," Jen said grinning at the memory.

"Got you hot too," Mike pointed out with a smile.

"Okay, guilty," Jen said with a laugh.

Remembering how Jim said it, Mike said "That was like Cuckold 101. What you're doing now is a lot hotter."

"Okay," Jen said with another laugh. Then getting serious, she admitted "It gets me hot too. Really hot. It's like, I'm a bottom with Frank. But a top with you. And that gets me really hot. I guess I like controlling you." Jen laughed again as if needing to ease the tension. Then she got serious again and said "I like it you're my sub. You're my sub, you know that right?"

Mike didn't answer. But there was lust written across his face. Jen's too. "That's okay baby," Jen whispered. Her voice was husky from excitement. She pushed her finger into Mike's mouth. "You don't have to say it. We both know."

Mike was breathing hard. His eyes drifted to Jen's legs. Her feet.

Jen followed Mike's eyes. She was still in her work clothes. "Oh that's right," she said. "I'm not wearing high heels for you anymore." She tossed off the high heels. "Or stockings," she added, running her smooth shapely calf over Mike's hand so he felt her bare, stocking-less legs.

"At least I'm saving money," Mike joked. 

"Yes you are," Jen said, pulling his hands to her legs. "So you won't buy stockings anymore? To save money?"

"No, I'll buy all the stockings you want," Mike said, his voice dry from excitement.

"But I don't need stockings now do I?" Jen asked, running her bare foot up his chest. Mike's hands were still on her firm thigh, slightly under her dress.

"No," Mike said, his voice throaty.

"Because I'm not wearing stockings anymore," Jen said, running her bare foot up Mike's neck, her pedicured toenails scrapping along his skin. "You love them, but Frank doesn't."

"Yeah," Mike said.

"Yeah what baby?"

"You're not wearing stockings because that's what Frank wants," Mike said.

"That's right baby," Jen cooed, running the sole of her bare foot across Mike's mouth and cheeks. "God this is getting me so hot," she said delightedly. She pulled up her dress and tugged at Mike's hair. "Eat me baby. My cucky boy. Eat me."

Mike enthusiastically pulled off Jen's panties. They were moist with her excitement. He got on the floor on his knees and pulled her forward so her butt was just on the edge of the sofa. He opened her legs and lowered his head. He worked this magic on her excited pussy and clit.

"Oh yeah baby, yeah," Jen moaned. Mike was soooo good at this! She felt an orgasm approaching. 

But then she remembered Frank's command. To make herself cum even when Mike went down on her. To deny her husband the satisfaction of giving her an orgasm. The thought got Jen even more hot!

"Wait baby, wait," Jen said, pushing Mike's head away and squeezing her legs together. She reached into her bag. She felt around until she found it. "Frank gave me this," she told Mike showing him the metal vibrator. "See it's about as big as you baby," she said with a giggle. She saw Mike was breathing hard, cuckold lust in his eyes. He was loving this.

"You're not allowed to make me cum baby," Jen said, running the vibrator over his lips. "Frank says so."

"I can't make you cum?" Mike said, dumbly repeating her words.

"No honey, you can't," Jen said tenderly stroking his face. She teased "I don't need you for that anymore. I've got Frank. And this little thing."

Mike looked like a hurt puppy. But still there was lust in his eyes and across his face.

"You can help though," Jen offered. "Lick my pussy baby. But not my clit." She opened her legs and pulled Mike's face down to her sex. But then Jen had a better idea. An inspiration. "Do something for me honey," she said eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Lick my ass. Will you do that for me baby?"

"Yeah, yeah," Mike said excitedly. He was panting now.

Mike pulled Jen further off the sofa. Holding her behind the knees, he spread her wide and lifted her up. Then he eagerly went down on her asshole, licking around and over, reveling in the sweet bitter muskiness.

"Oh god yeah, yeah," Jen moaned. She loved ass play. She always had, but even more lately with Frank's finger, and being DPed by Hugh and Lou. But it was best with Mike. Her sweet husband's tongue. He'd do anything for her! God she loved it! It was so hot!

Jen twisted the vibrator, turning it on. She rubbed it against her excited clit. Oh god! Mike's tongue in her ass and the vibrator on her clit. This was nirvana! Moments later she exploded in a massive orgasm!

Her body shuddered with orgasmic aftershocks. Then she giggled, both delighted and embarrassed by her brazen, naughty behavior. She pulled Mike to her and lavished his lips and face with kisses. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, swirling his tongue with hers. She was crazy for him!

Jen yanked off his pants and climbed onto his lap. "Oh I know what to do with cucky boys," she playfully teased with a taunting smile. She got a Durex condom and ripped the package open with her teeth. She rubbed the condom across his face. "Feel it Mike," she said teasingly. "With this on your little cock your sperm will never get inside me." She kissed up Mike's cheek to his ear. "What do you think of that baby? Do you like that?"

"God yeah," Mike groaned. He was so hot his body was practically shaking.

"So only Frank's sperm gets inside me?" Jen teased even more. "You like that baby?"

"Oh god yeah," Mike moaned.

Jen smiled at him. "I thought so," she said with a giggle. She rolled the condom on Mike's cock. Then she guided him into her. "I know what you want to hear," she said looking into his eyes. "I can barely feel you. There's no way I'll cum. It's true too. Frank takes all my horniness."

"Oh gawd!" Mike cried as he came.

A little later Mike and Jen were snuggling in bed. They were on their sides, looking at each other. "Was that too much?" Jen asked.

"Don't ask," Mike said kissing her lips. "You can tell when it's too much, right?"

"Yeah," Jen said. She could tell when he got bad hurt.

"So don't ask," Mike said again. 

"Okay," Jen said smiling at him. She liked it better that way too.

"I don't want you to stop with Frank," Mike said. "Not yet."

"... I don't either," Jen hesitantly admitted. "But I don't want us talking about breaking up or divorce again. I don't want that. I can't handle talking about it."

"Okay," Mike said, kissing Jen again. "I don't want anyone but you."

"I know. It's for me," Jen assured him. It wasn't just to control herself. That was the main reason. But there was emotional drama that went with her side of the game. Maybe it would be good if Mike got a taste of that. Because he needed to control himself too.

With a frown, Mike asked "What happens now?"

Jen said "I guess the plan is I'll go out with Frank. And you and Anna will go to the Hamptons. Anna can play with DJ, she'll love that. And you and Allie can talk a little."

"I can't imagine Allie," Mike said dubiously. "There's no way."

"This weekend is just talking," Jen assured him. She laughed anxiously as she added "I can't imagine it either. I have to get used to the idea. But nothing's going to happen this weekend. Just talk."

Mike nodded, thinking about it. He was always back and forth with the game. With some bitterness he said "So Frank gets you for the weekend. Again."

"We'll be back together Sunday night," Jen assured him.

"He gets you all Saturday and all Sunday," Mike said.

"Not all," Jen said. "Saturday night, a little Sunday. Mostly I'll be here."

"Alone?"

"Yes baby, alone," Jen assured him, squeezing his hand. "Don't worry honey. I won't be with Frank much."

Mike frowned. He doubted that. Maybe that's what Jen believed. But once Frank got his hands on her ...

Jen sensed Mike's concerns. She saw he already forgot all about Allie. That comforted her. Part of her – a big part -- hoped Mike and Allie's hanging out would turn into a platonic friendship, like with Claire. 

The thing was though, she knew Allie. When the curvy brunette tried – and really Allie didn't have to try too hard -- she could be irresistible to men. Mike didn't know that part of Allie because she never tried with him. Also, Allie was new. Jen of all people understood the power of NRE.

Jen saw the benefits of Mike spending some time with Allie. But she wanted to make sure her husband's big head and little head both remained firmly focused on her. 

And Jen knew how. How to raise the stacks in their game to make sure Mike's thoughts and attention stayed on her even while he was with Allie.

"So, I saw Paige the other day," she began. "She told me something."

"What?" Mike asked. The Hamptons and Allie were completely forgotten.

"She thinks Frank might be sterile," Jen said. "It happened after his wife died. He got sick, there were complications. She heard Frank talking to the doctor." 

Mike was silent, processing this. Finally he said "You think Frank told Paige to tell you that?"

"I thought of that. I don't think so. Not the way it came up," Jen said. "Paige told me she's not sure. It's just something she heard."

"Do you think he is?" Mike asked.

"I don't know," Jen said. "I guess it's possible."

Mike was again silent as he took all this in. Jen reached out and squeezed his bad leg. As she frequently did (at least once a day) she began massaging him. She asked, "So ... you still want me to push your boundaries?"

Mike immediately got hard. "Like what?" he asked excitedly.

Jen gave him a knowing smile. She said "Like ... do you want me to go off the pill?"

Mike's eyes went wide. "Are you going to tell Frank?"

"No, only we'll know," Jen said, still massaging his leg. She edged her hands higher up his thigh towards his cock. She saw he was hard again. "I'll make him pull out or use condoms when it's dangerous."

Mike's breathing caught at her words. "And if he's sterile it won't matter anyway," he said, his voice hoarse from excitement.

"Exactly baby," she said, her hands moving to cup his erection. She softly massaged him there.

"How long will we play?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Until you say stop," Jen said smiling mischievously at him. "Until then though, you have to use condoms. Every time." She leaned down and kissed her husband's erection. "That's what you want, right baby?"

"Yeah, yes," Mike said. He was practically panting now. "You said Frank cums where he wants."

"Frank's just a guy, I can handle him," Jen said confidently. She looked into Mike's eyes and stroked his face. "If something does happen you'll be there right Mike?"

"Yeah, I'll always be there baby," Mike promised looking back into his wife's eyes. "I'll always love you Jen."

"I need you to say that a lot," Jen said, insecurity creeping into her voice. At that moment, she was more thinking about the Allie game than the pregnancy game. She was more worried about the former than the latter. Pulling Mike on top of her, she said "Make love to me baby."

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Jen took off work Friday to spend the day with Anna. Then on Saturday morning, she helped Mike finish packing. She was nervous and conflicted about sending her daughter to the beach without her, and her husband to another woman. 

Mike sensed his wife's unease. "We don't have to do this," he offered. "We'll stay here. You can still go out with Frank and sleep over."

Jen gave Mike a weak smile. It was tempting, to have her cake and eat it too. But she knew how that would turn out. Actually, the fact she was so uneasy meant this was working. "No, you should go," Jen said squeezing his hand. "Anna's looking forward to playing with DJ. And Allie's lonely. She'll like the company."




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Mike didn't get that. Allie (like Jen) was the IT girl among their friends. She was always surrounded by people, the center of attention. On top of that, since she was separated and back on the market (kind of), she'd have tons of male suitors. When Mike said that, Jen said "It's not the same baby. She doesn't have the history with those people she has with you."

Mike nodded but didn't understand. He and Allie had history?

Mike had more important (and exciting) things to think about. He hesitantly said "So about the other night ...."

Jen looked at Mike not sure what he was talking about. Then she nodded, remembering. She opened her lingerie drawer and pulled out her birth control pills. "So, throw them away?" she asked her husband.

"You're sure you can control Frank?" Mike asked. Could she make Frank wear a condom, or at least pull out, when she was ovulating (and just before)? He knew pregnancy was possible only the days before ovulation (about 5 days) and then during ovulation (about 2 days). So it was dangerous about a week every month. During that time Jen would have to abstain from sex with Frank (not likely) or make him use a condom or pull out.

"I think so baby," Jen said edging up to Mike. She reached down and touched his crotch. He was rock hard. 

"Okay," Mike said as if making a decision. He took the small round pink packet. He punched out all the little pink pills and flushed them down the toilet. Jen could get more if she wanted of course but this was symbolic. She was now off birth control. Once the lingering effects of the pill were gone she would be unprotected. The thought made Mike shiver.

"Are you okay baby?" Jen asked.

"Yeah," Mike said, his heart beating rapidly.

Jen moved her lips to Mike's ear and whispered "I'll stay off the pill until you say."

"Okay," Mike said his voice hoarse from excitement. 

Jen looked at Mike. His face was covered with lust. She smiled at him and rubbed his chest. She silently locked their bedroom door. They could still hear Anna playing by the TV. Walking back to Mike, she got on her knees. Without a word, she took out his cock and went down on him. She was NOT sending Mike to Allie all hot and bothered.

After Mike and Anna left for the Hamptons, Jen trudged around the loft apartment. She cleaned up a little, did some laundry and caught up on work. She was excited about tonight, about meeting his Broadway friends. She was tempted to call Frank. Have him come over early. But she didn't, living up to her promise to Mike not to see Frank until that evening.

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It was about a 3 hour drive to the Hamptons. When Mike was about 30 minutes away his cell beeped with a text. He looked at the screen. It said "It's done. Mitch."

Mike was happy and relieved. But seeing the text made him anxious too. He broke a lot of laws. He broke CATF policy (which might be worse). It would not be good if Banks found out (Mike knew that was an understatement). On top of that he now was in the debt of a ruthless American operative, an assassin (albeit a sanctioned assassin). Mike didn't feel comfortable. There were too many loose ends.

At the same time Mike couldn't help feeling proud of himself for pulling it off. His first operation. He grinned. Maybe he was a "secret agent man."

Mike called Jasmine. "It's done," he told her.

A huge wave of relief washed over Jasmine. Mike did it! But what did he do? Was it done done? Or done for now? She needed to know if there were future minefields she had to watch out for. 

Jasmine needed details. But not over the phone.

"Where are you?" she asked urgently.

"Driving to the Hamptons."

Jasmine thought it was strange going to the Hamptons this time of year, but whatever. She was still in DC. She could fly to New York, drive up. "Can we meet later, after dinner?" she asked.

Mike thought about it. He probably could get Allie to watch Anna. "Yeah," he said. "But not at the house." He didn't want anyone to know about the meeting. He hadn't told Jen and didn't plan to. He didn't know how she would react if she learned he helped Jasmine Kelly. More importantly, if things blew up, he didn't want to implicate his wife in any way.

Jasmine didn't want anyone to know either. So far, only Leo and Deidre knew and she wanted to keep it that way. "There's a bar," she said. She told Mike the address and they agreed to meet later. Then she went to tell Leo and Deidre the good news.

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Around 3pm Frank called. "May I come over?" he asked formally. "I have a dress for you for tonight."

"You do, do you?" Jen teased with a delighted laugh. "I have my own dresses Frank. I might not like one you picked out." She was sort of playing hard to get. But in reality her heart leaped at the sound of his voice. Also she was excited to wear another one of the custom designer dresses.

Frank chuckled. He read through her subterfuge of course. "I'll drive over now," he said. "And Jenny?" 

"Yes?" 

"Wear high heels. Nothing else," Frank said. It was a command, not a request.

Jen stared at the phone as she hung up. No guy ordered her around like Frank Tower. Not Colin or Scott or Ricky. Certainly not Mike. Jen shivered. Her pussy was moist.

Knowing Frank would arrive soon, Jen hurried into her bedroom and undressed. She quickly did her makeup and hair. She got the bottle of Jenny and spritzed her neck, wrists, under her breasts and on her small trimmed landing strip. She put the bottle of Jenny back in its hiding place. She hadn't told Mike about it yet. 

She went into her closet for high heels. Her eyes fell on the plastic bag containing her soiled cheerleader outfit. She suspected Frank might look through her things like at her parent's house. Jen put the plastic bag in her "Mike" mementoes box and placed it behind long dresses; she didn't want Frank to mess with any of that. Finally Jen stepped into Jimmy Choo 4" high heels. 

Frank arrived soon after. He smiled seeing how she was dressed (or not dressed) and also her use of the Jenny perfume. "You look and smell lovely," he said pulling her into his arms. 

Moments later they were in bed – in Jen's marital bed with Mike – making love. As usual Frank held Jen's arms over her head. "Did Mike make you cum?" he asked looking in her eyes.

"No," Jen said honestly.

"Did you have sex?" 

"Yes but I made myself cum," Jen said.

"Is he using condoms?"

"Yes," Jen said. Up to this point Mike hadn't always, but from now on he would. Jen didn't feel like giving Frank all the details. She certainly didn't want Frank to know as of that morning she was off the pill.

"Good girl," Frank said kissing Jen. "You're about to cum," he said knowingly.

"Yeah," Jen said. Her body was on fire with Frank. He REALLY turned her on. All the head games. His awesome body. His super thick cock. And, Frank knew how to fuck, especially now that he understood her body so well. 

On top of that, sex with Mike left her longing (even when she made herself cum). Their game – like their sub/dom game – turned her on beyond belief. But from a purely physical point of view, Jen got little physical pleasure from intercourse from Mike. It wasn't satisfying sex. It was more like a tease. 

Mike could be a good lover. A great lover even. He ate pussy better than anyone else, and when he tried he could often get her off with his cock (after all, size WASN'T everything). But when they were really into their game – like now – their sex was not nearly as satisfying. Was that because Mike couldn't compare to other men in bed? That was probably part of it (after all, size DID count). But sometimes Jen wondered if Mike was purposely a bad lover with her, so she would desire and crave other men more.

Frank sensed her thoughts. He said "I'm all you need."

"What?" Jen said, Frank's words breaking her out of her reverie.

"I'm all you need," he repeated.

Looking into his eyes, Jen said "Yes." It was true. Frank took all her horniness.

"You don't need Mike," Frank said.

"I do," Jen objected. Mike was still her soul mate, her life partner, her best friend. And his fantasies became hers. Her thoughts flashed to Mike with Allie in the Hamptons. She wondered what they were doing.

"Not for sex," Frank pressed.

"What?" she said, his words interrupting her thoughts again.

"You don't need Mike for sex," Frank repeated.

"No, not for sex," Jen agreed. Not for physical sex. Not when they were playing their game.

"It's fine to still be friends with Mike," Frank said, kissing her lips. Then he rubbed her nipples and twisted the nipple bars while still pounding her. That pushed Jen over the edge. She screamed as her body convulsed in a massive orgasm.

Jen panted under Frank as she recovered from her orgasm. Then she said "Let me on top. I want to make you cum."

They rolled over so Jen was on top. She looked into his eyes as she moved up and down, squeezing her pussy muscles to give him more pleasure. "I can make you cum too," she told him.

"Yes," Frank said, his breathing heavy as he basked in the smooth silkiness of Jenny's incredible pussy.

"I'm all you need," Jen said still looking into Frank's eyes, emphasizing the word "you."

"Yes," Frank agreed again, stroking Jen's beautiful face with his fingertips.

"Do you still fuck other girls?" she asked.

"Yes," Frank said honestly.

Jen frowned at that. She said "We're supposed to be dating. Exclusive."

"Are you still having sex with Mike?" Frank said, knowing the answer.

"You knew what you were getting into," Jen pointed out.

"You fuck other men," Frank pointed out.

"Only when you say so," Jen said. 

"Jenny honey," Frank said stroking Jen's cheek. "Are you that upset? That jealous?"

"What if I said yes Frank?" Jen said, continuing to rock on him, milking his cock with her pussy muscles. She ran her nails up his chest. "If I told you I was really jealous." She leaned down and let her long silky blonde hair brush across his face. "Would you like that?"

"Yes," Frank said looking into Jen's eyes. "I would like that very much Jenny," he said with labored breathing. "But Jenny. I only have you for an evening. A weekend at most. I'm a man. I need more."

"So, if I gave you more?" Jen asked, still looking into Frank's eyes. "If I spent more time with you?"

"Yes, yes, that would make a difference," Frank said eagerly.

Jen moved on his cock harder and faster. "Cum for me baby," she urged him, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Cum inside me baby," she said as she kissed him. Moments later Frank exploded inside Jen.

Frank panted as he came down from his orgasm. He rolled over so they were on their sides, their faces close, their bodies still connected.

"Did you mean that?" Frank said looking into Jen's blue eyes. He gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "All that you said?"

"No," Jen said simply. "I was dicking with you."

Time seemed to stop. "What?" Frank finally said, his eyes wide.

"You fuck with me Frank," Jen said. "You say, 'it's okay to still be friends with Mike.' I mean, really? Well, guess what? I fuck with you too."

Frank's face went from surprise to disappointment to anger. "You bitch!" he yelled, pulling out of her pussy and throwing her across the bed.

"It's not all one way Frank," Jen told him. "And you DID know what you were getting into."

"Fuck you!" Frank yelled angrily, storming out of the bedroom.



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"Did you mean that?" Frank said looking into Jen's blue eyes. He gave her a tender kiss on the lips. "All that you said?"

"No," Jen said simply. "I was dicking with you."

Time seemed to stop. "What?" Frank finally said, his eyes wide.

"You fuck with me Frank," Jen said. "You say, 'it's okay to still be friends with Mike.' I mean, really? Well, guess what? I fuck with you too."

Frank's face went from surprise to disappointment to anger. "You bitch!" he yelled, pulling out of her pussy and throwing her across the bed.

"It's not all one way Frank," Jen told him. "And you DID know what you were getting into."

"Fuck you!" Frank yelled angrily, storming out of the bedroom.

Whatever, Jen thought. She sighed, knowing she had to apologize to Frank. She picked up her iPhone first. No texts from Mike. She frowned. He must've arrived by now. No calls or texts? She wasn't surprised though, Mike was terrible at staying in touch. Still, she wanted to know how things were going, especially if Anna was okay. She quickly texted "Hey baby. Did you make it okay? Having fun? How's Anna? Seen Allie yet?"

Then she got out of bed. She decided to leave the high heels on. Then, on impulse, she put on Frank's shirt. She took a selfie of herself and texted it to Mike. Then she went outside to Frank.

"I don't wish to speak to you right now," Frank growled at her. Anger and hurt were written across his face.

Jen sighed inside. Even grown men - powerful men - like Frank Tower could pout like little boys sometimes. "I'm sorry okay?" she said edging up between his legs. She climbed onto his lap. "I'm in a bitchy mood. Mike's at a party in the Hamptons. With Anna."

Frank glared at Jen as if demanding more of an explanation. "I did what we talked about," Jen explained. "I set Mike up with a girl."

"Who?" Frank said.

"My friend Allie," Jen said.

"We agreed on Juliet," Frank said.

Jen knew he was going to say that. "Frank it doesn't matter," she said. "I mean, it matters, but it doesn't. All that matters is Mike is spending the weekend with Allie. So we get to spend the weekend together. That's what we want right?"

Frank nodded. But he was still smarting, hurt by Jenny's ruse in the bedroom.

Sensing his hurt, Jen wrapped her arms around Frank's neck and kissed him. "I'm sorry," she said in a soft voice. "I'm a bitch sometimes. I AM jealous. I guess I don't understand how we can be exclusive if you're seeing other girls."

"It's only sex Jenny," Frank said. "And we don't see each often enough."

"I can't give you anymore Frank," Jen said, looking into his eyes and affectionately brushing her fingers through his hair. "I'm a mother. I'm already spending too much time away from Anna. Like this weekend."

Frank frowned at that, not liking the situation. But at least Jenny's reason was her child and not her husband. And Anna was certainly an adorable young girl. Frank knew situations and relationships could change over time. Often they did change.

"Well, let me just say," Frank said. "I consider myself exclusive to you. Because you're the only girl I've opened my heart to. Ever, other than Sally."

Jen couldn't help smiling at that. And blushing too. Affectionately brushing her fingers through his hair again, she smiled and said "Sometimes you're really sweet." She gave Frank a soft kiss on the lips and said "I love Mike. But I think I've kinda opened my heart to you too. I get like that." She grinned at him and said "You know I had a major crush on you in high school."

"I wish I'd known," Frank said grinning back.

"But you were already banging Paige," Jen said with a laugh. But then she remembered Sally. "Sorry," she said sheepishly, feeling like her foot was in her mouth.

"Not my best moment," Frank admitted looking regretful and ashamed. "I had many bad moments with my marriage."

Jen knew he was talking about his cheating on Sally. "I have too," she said. Looking just as regretful and ashamed, she said "I've cheated on Mike. I told him eventually. But I still cheated."

Frank certainly understood why a gorgeous, wonderful girl like Jenny Johnson would cheat on a barely average husband like Mike Andrews. If Jenny was his wife, she'd have no need to cheat.

"Maybe that's why I'm so drawn to you," Frank said looking into her eyes. "Because we're so much the same."

Jen wasn't sure if she wanted to be the same as Frank Tower. She didn't say that of course. 

"I like this," Frank said touching his shirt. 

"I like it too," Jen said smiling at him. She moved her lips up to his ear. "It smells like you. I like that."

They kissed. To his surprise, Frank found himself getting hard again. Jen felt it too. She reached between their bodies and guided his cock into her. She clenched her teeth at the penetration. He was so freaking thick!

Frank was a top. So he rolled Jen onto her back on the sofa. Holding her hands over her head, he long stroked in and out. They looked into each other's eyes as they made love. Frank pushed all Jen's buttons and soon she threw her head back as she had another incredible orgasm on his beautiful thick cock. Afterwards Jen kissed and caressed Frank until he came again in her pussy.

Jen thought about that morning. Going off the pill. But it was only that morning. She was still safe.

Frank carried Jen to the bed like his bride. They snuggled and took a short nap (Jen wore his shirt while she slept). After about an hour they woke up to the ring of Frank's phone.

Frank spoke a moment and then hung up. He stroked a stray blonde hair from Jen's beautiful face and softly said "Time to get up Jen honey. It's Claudia."

"Claudia?" Jen said trying to wipe the sleep from her eyes.

"And Annette and Bridget."

"Bridget?" Jen said not understanding.

"They're here to help get you ready," Frank said. "For our date tonight. With my Broadway friends."

Jen had practically forgotten. "I don't need help," she said getting out of bed. "I'll take a quick shower." She needed it after having sex 2 times (and Frank cumming inside her twice). She knew her body probably reeked of sex.

"Jenny they're your personal staff," Frank told her. He tenderly stroked her face. "You're with me. This is your life now. You deserve this. Enjoy it." 

There was a world wind of activity when the "stylists" arrived. Claudia and Annette carried bundles of dresses, shoes and makeup. They both kissed Jen warmly and fussed about her. They good naturedly teased her about wearing Frank's shirt. 

Bridget arrived a few minutes later. To Jen's surprise, the younger girl carried a fold-up table. Also, while Claudia and Annette were both wearing expensive, trendy dresses, Bridget was in a bra top and yoga pants. Bridget took the table into the bedroom (saying she needed to "set up") while Claudia and Annette continued to fuss over Jen.

"All ready," Bridget said a few minutes later.

"You go ahead Jenny darling. We'll draw your bath," Claudia set.

"My bath?" Jen said with a laugh. Did she really just say "draw your bath"? But anyway, Jen let Bridget lead her into the bedroom.

"A massage table?" Jen said surprised.

"I'm a masseuse too," the seamstress said. "You're auditioning tonight? So exciting!" 

"Um, I don't think so," Jen said, remembering her promise to Mike.

"Well, just in case," Bridget said with a warm smile. "We want all the kinks out."

Jen let Bridget help her onto the massage table. The young masseuse/seamstress worked on Jen with lavender scented oils. "This'll make your skin really soft," she said as she rubbed the lightly scented oil into Jen's muscles. Jen had to admit, Bridget knew what she was doing. The massage felt fabulous!

Bridget saw Jen's iPhone on the dresser. "I'll mute this so it doesn't ring," she said, not wanting anything to interrupt the relaxing massage. "I'll turn it back on after."

Okay," Jen mumbled, already in major relaxin' mode. 

After about 45 minutes Jen was completely relaxed. "Almost done Bridge?" Annette whispered, peeking her head into the bedroom. "Jenny's bath is ready."

"Yes she's ready," Bridget whispered back. They were whispering to maintain the relaxing Zen spa experience. She said "Here let me help you up Jenny." Bridget and Annette walked Jen to the bath, fussing over her like mother hens. 

Jen was surprised and delighted to see the bath filled with vanilla scented bubbles and rose pedals. She let Bridget and Annette help her into the bath. As she soaked in the tub, Bridget knelt next to her head and continued the massage of her neck and shoulders. 

As Jen soaked in the bath, Frank sat on the sofa in the living room. There was a tequila in his hand but he didn't touch it. He frowned at the wall, feeling troubled.

He was used to being in control. He liked it that way, with all things, both in business and his personal life. He wanted to be in absolute control. But he didn't feel that way with Jenny. The way she dicked with him earlier in bed. The way she chose Allie instead of Juliet. He felt like she was controlling things instead of him. It was a new experience. It made him desire Jenny more. 

Jenny needed to understand he was in control, not her. Frank knew she was a sub. She knew it too but resisted her true nature. Jenny needed to give into it. Give into him (because her "husband" certainly couldn't give her what she needed). She would be happier that way. So Frank picked up the phone and made a few calls.

After the bath, Annette did Jen's makeup while Bridget knelt on the floor and gave Jen a pedicure. Claudia showed Jen the dresses she'd brought and the girls talked about the best one to wear tonight.

Jen had never felt so pampered! She felt like a princess with Claudia, Annette and Bridget her handmaidens. It was so much fun! It was like a spa and shopping day with her best friends. Except she got all the attention. Jen couldn't help feeling special and privileged. Like Cinderella with not one but 3 fairy godmothers.

After finishing her makeup, Annette stood behind Jen as they looked in the mirror. Jen almost didn't recognize herself. Annette used heavier make up than what Jen normally used. "Frank likes an older more sophisticated look," Annette explained. Jen normally used light make up, knowing Mike liked a younger, fresher look. Now though, Jen looked more like a movie star about to hit the red carpet. Jen decided to go with it. After all tonight she was with Frank, not Mike.

Still looking in the mirror, Annette stroked her fingers through Jen's long, lush blonde hair. "Your hair's beautiful but maybe a little too long honey," Annette said. Smiling she said "You'd look better with a little trim. And Frank likes shorter hair."

"You know I'm married?" Jen whispered to Claudia and Bridget as well as Annette. "My husband likes my hair long."

"I understand honey," Annette whispered back. "But it would only be an inch or two. This isn't really about Frank. You'll look better, I promise. I own a salon, I'll take care of you. Your husband will probably not even notice. If anything he'll think you look even more beautiful."

Jen knew Annette was right. Mike liked her hair "pass her bra strap." But really, at the moment, her hair was too long. If she cut it an inch, even two, she'd look a lot better and her hair would still fall pass her bra strap. But if Jen cut her hair now, even a tiny amount, Mike would have a meltdown. It was on his list. And he WOULD definitely notice. "I better not," she told Annette with a weak smile.

After finishing with Jen's hair and makeup, the stylists helped her dress. Jen was relieved to see Claudia had selected one of the padded bras, especially since the dress was clingy. Jen didn't want to meet Frank's Broadway friends with her nipple rings hanging out there.

To her surprise though, Claudia laid out a garter belt and stockings. Seeing her surprise, Claudia said "Frank picked out the lingerie."

"Oh," Jen said. She hesitated only a moment, thinking of Mike. Then she carefully pulled up the silk stockings. Annette and Bridget helped to attach the garter snaps. Jen couldn't remember the last time she wore hose. It felt comfortable and reassuring, like an old friend.

After slipping on the dress and high heels, Jen had an idea. "Can you take a picture?" she asked Claudia, handing over her iPhone. Jen sat on the edge of the bed and crossed her legs. She tugged up her skirt a little so a lot of her legs was showing. Claudia snapped a few pictures. "I'll be right out," she told them. "I need to check in with my husband." The stylists smiled politely and left the bedroom to give Jen privacy.

Jen checked her iPhone. Mike had texted back after she sent the picture of her wearing Frank's shirt. Finally! He said: "We got here okay. At the beach now. Ocean too cold for swimming but Anna is making sandcastles with DJ."

Jen frowned at Mike's unemotional "just the facts" message. She sensed he was bothered by the picture. Well, Jen kind of wanted him bothered. To keep his thoughts on her instead of Allie. She noticed his message didn't mention Allie. Were they hanging out? Had they talked?

They must be together since Anna and DJ were playing. But maybe not. Allie trusted DJ with Mike. Jen was DJ's godmother and Mike his unofficial uncle (Allie was Anna's godmother). DJ really liked Mike. So Mike might be watching both kids at the beach while Allie partied at the house. That would be so like Mike. And so like Allie. But Allie was supposed to be with Mike to take his mind off her and Frank. 

The idea of "Allie with Mike" bothered Jen. She knew she was all over the place on this stupid arrangement/setup idea. Why couldn't Mike just stay her bubble boy? But she knew why. No sense in second guessing herself.

At that moment though, Mike wasn't with Allie. He wasn't even at the beach house. He was with Jasmine Kelly. Alone. In her car.

Jen called Mike. No answer. She wasn't surprised. Coverage at the beach was always spotty.

So instead Jen wrote another text to Mike. She wrote: "So glad you're having fun baby. Missing you and the banana. Take tons of pics! Is Allie with you? Anyway, I'm wearing stockings for Frank. Knew you would want to see. Call me when you get a chance. Love you lots! Jen."

Jen looked at the message before sending. She wanted Mike anxious and a little bothered. Distracted. That's why she took the picture. But she didn't want him hurt. Thinking about it, she changed the text to say: "So glad you're having fun baby. Missing you and the banana. Take tons of pics! Is Allie with you? Anyway, I'm wearing stockings tonight. Knew you would want to see. Love you forever! Your Jen (forever!)."

Satisfied with the text, she attached a picture (making sure to pick one showing a lot of leg as well as her high heeled feet) and hit send. She thought about waiting for a text back but Mike didn't check his cell often. Checking herself in the mirror (Annette really used a lot of makeup on her) she left the bedroom and rejoined the others.

The stylists were waiting. They fussed over Jen some more, making slight changes to her hair, makeup and dress. Looking into a mirror, Jen couldn't believe how she looked. She truly looked like a glamour movie star! "God I feel like Cinderella," Jen said awestruck to her stylists.

"That's exactly what you are Jenny darling," Claudia gushed excitedly. All 3 girls were excited for Jenny. "Have fun tonight. Break a leg with Frank's Broadway friends."

Frank was discreet enough not to insist walking with Jen from the loft apartment to the car. So he was outside waiting. Jen joined him in the car (Hugh and Lou were driving).

"You look incredibly lovely Jenny," Frank gushed, his eyes sparkling as he took all of Jen in.

"It's Claudia, Annette and Bridget," Jen said modestly.

"No Jen honey it's you," Frank assured her. "You're truly stunning." Jen couldn't help smiling at him.

"So, stockings?" Jen said with a grin.

"My friends are somewhat old fashioned. They appreciate a woman in hose," Frank explained. He grinned and said "No accounting for taste."

"Oh my goodness, Frank Tower just made a joke," Jen teased grinning at him.

Frank grinned back. He put his hand on Jen's exposed thigh and said "It's not my preference, but I certainly appreciate your lovely legs in silk."

"Um, well, let me get Google to translate that," Jen said, teasing at the formal way he often said things. They shared a laugh. "So, Frank, your friends. Is this a casting couch kind of thing?"

"You're asking if I want you to have sex with my friends?" Frank said.

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh. Maybe he had as much trouble understanding her as she did him sometimes.

"If I told you to have sex with them, would you?"

"I mean ... yeah," Jen said.

"You haven't met them yet," Frank pointed out.

Jen felt like Frank was testing her. Playing with his tie, she said "I'm sure they're handsome and charming like you."

Frank gave Jen a calculating look. She knew that look. Whatever she just said, it somehow fit into his plans for the night. She suddenly felt hot and her pussy tingled.

"Yes they are," Frank agreed after a moment. "But no, you won't have sex with my friends. This is real Jenny. I want you to follow your dream of dancing on Broadway. And my friends are truly interested in meeting you."

"Frank, I have no talent," Jen said for the umpteenth time. "And it's not my dream."

"It used to be your dream," Frank said confidently. "You gave up your dream after you met Mike."

"Okay, maybe in high school, maybe even when I started college, it was my dream," Jen admitted (after all, she minored in dance). "But it's not like I gave it up because of Mike. It's I grew up. And anyways, Mike is like you, if it was up to him I'd be a Rockette. But that's not what I want."

"Jenny, I'll make your dream come true," Frank promised. "Mike couldn't but I will."

"God Frank," Jen lamented with a laugh. "Not everything's a competition."

"Perhaps not," Frank said looking deep into her eyes. "But everything important is."

Jen sighed but decided to let it go. After a moment Frank said "You spoke to Mike?"

Jen shook her head no. "We texted."

"You sent him pictures?" Frank said having spoken to Claudia. "What?"

"Frank some things are private," she said.

"Why does this have to be private?"

Jen felt foolish so she decided to tell him. "A picture of me in your shirt," she said. "A picture of me in this outfit." Frank didn't respond. Sensing his disapproval, she asked "What?"

Frank shook his head and chuckled (as if to himself). He said "For a moment I allowed myself to feel good seeing you wearing my shirt."

Jen was touched and charmed by his show of vulnerability. Yes, usually he was the manipulative Master of the Universe Frank. Often a pushy ass. But the more time they spent together, the more he opened his heart to her. 

Squeezing his hand, Jen said "I always wear my boyfriend's shirts." She squeezed his hand again making it clear HE was her boyfriend. "But if it'll get Mike excited, why not share it with him? I want him to enjoy it too." She knew Mike would hate the pictures and love them too. Mostly love them.

When Frank still didn't answer, Jen said "Let's not talk about Mike anymore. He's with Allie. I'm with you." She squeezed his hand again. "Don't you see that means something?"

"Yes Jenny I do," Frank finally said. He squeezed her hand back. Inside though, he wondered if HE was a pawn in Jenny's game, like others were pawns in his. The thought disturbed him, but made him want Jenny even more. And he WOULD have her. Never in his life had he failed to get what he wanted. And he wanted Jenny Johnson.

They arrived at the restaurant. Before getting out, Frank said "May I send Mike a picture?"

"Um ... what?" Jen asked hesitantly.

"Lou, turn the light on please," Frank ordered. He handed the bodyguard his iPhone. Frank put an arm around Jen and they posed. He pulled Jen close to him so their cheeks almost touched. Lou took the picture and handed the phone back to Frank.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 34



Frank keyed in a text: "Jenny and I are about to go to dinner. I hope you're enjoying your evening with Allie. Give my regards to Allie and Anna."

Frank showed the text to Jen. She read the text and looked at the picture. They were smiling, sitting close, Frank's arm around her. They definitely looked like a couple. Jen knew it would turn Mike on to see the picture. It would upset him too. But not too much. Just enough to keep his thoughts on her. On top of that, Frank's message was surprisingly civil.

"Okay," she said handing the phone back to him.

"I can send it?"

"Yes," Jen said.

Frank hit send. "May I text Mike other pictures?" he asked.

Jen thought about it. This was a big part of what Mike got out of the game, seeing her with her lover ("boyfriend"). It would excite him, keep him on the edge. He might get bothered and upset, but that was part of it for him (he reminded her that all the time), and anyways they would be back together tomorrow. 

Making a decision, she said "Yes, if you're nice like the other one. And thank you for asking."

Dinner was at Masa. Jen had heard of the famed Japanese restaurant but had never been there (dinner was over $1000 per person!). She was shocked when Chef Masa himself joined them for a pre-dinner drink of sake. If was the first time Jen had ever had sake. It was heavenly! 

They dined in an elegant private room (all paid by Frank of course). Four couples joined them as well as 2 single guys. They were all mostly in their 40s and 50s. Jen learned the men were the producers of current Broadway musicals - Wicked, Phantom, Beautiful, Spring Awakening; major A-list productions like that. The producers were handsome and distinguished looking like Frank. The wives were attractive if not beautiful. They looked to be original wives. Their marriages seemed happier and more secure than Frank's other "friends" who had young beautiful trophy wives.

It was clear the producers were taken by Jen's stunning beauty and bubbly personality. They talked about possible roles in their musicals. 

The producer of Spring Awakening - Duncan - was the most interested (he was 1 of the 4 men who was married). That made sense, because Wendla, the main female character of Awakening, was a 14 year old girl. Even with the heavier makeup, Jen looked young and fresh. She looked ripe. "You can sing and dance?" Duncan asked.

"She has the voice of an angel," Frank said, answering for Jen. "And she's a striking dancer. Jenny has incredible presence on stage."

"Frank, I mean ..." Jen began with an embarrassed laugh. "This is all flattering but I can't do it. My last show was high school." She gave another embarrassed laugh. 

Duncan gave Jen a kind understanding smile. "You've seen Spring Awakening?" 

"Yeah, god, I love it," Jen gushed. "I saw it when Lea played Wendla." It was the first Broadway show Mike took her to see when they moved to New York (at Jen's urging). The coming of age story of the young Wendla, her first love, pregnancy, abortion. Jen balled at the end. Spring Awakening was Lea Michele's breakout role in the original production of the musical, before she became famous in Glee.

"So you know My Junk?" Duncan asked. "Would you sing it for us?"

"What? Here, now?" Jen asked looking nervously at Frank. He had a knowing smile on his face. He set this up!

"I have the lyrics," Duncan said taking a folded paper from his coat pocket. "Can you sing just a little bit?"

"Um ..." Jen said uncertainly, her cheeks going red.

"Just the beginning," Duncan pressed with an encouraging smile, offering the paper to her. "It's a cast song but that's okay. Just to the refrain Jenny?"

"I, um, I know the words," Jen said nervously brushing her hair behind her ear. She'd listened to the soundtrack a million times and sang "My Junk" more than a few times in the shower.

Jen took a sip of water then stood up. She took a deep breath to compose herself. Then she began singing.

"In the midst of this nothing, this miss of a life

Still there's this wanting just to see you go by

It's almost like lovin', sad as that is

May not be cool, but it's so where I live

It's like I'm your lover or more like your ghost

I spend the day wondering what you do, where you go

I try and just kick it but then what can I do

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you

See us, winter walking after a storm

It's chill in the wind but it's warm in your arms

We stop all snow blind, may not be true

We've all got our junk, and my junk is you."

When Jen finished, the room was silent. She brushed her hair behind her ear again, looking down at her feet. She felt nervous, shy and embarrassed. She finally mustered the courage to look up at the people around the table.

The producers (especially Duncan) had their mouths open, shocked and impressed. The wives began clapping. Frank had a big proud smile on his face.

"Here's the thing Jenny," Duncan said excitedly. "The current cast is going on tour. Eventually they'll settle in London for a year. We're auditioning for a new cast for our Broadway show."

"I've never performed professionally," Jen objected. "My last show was high school."

"No one has," Duncan said, excitement in his voice. "That's our angle. A fresh show with a cast of all new faces. The timing couldn't be more perfect."

"You'll have to cut your hair short," Frank said. "And dye it black."

Jen looked sharply at him. He had a triumphant smile on his face.

"That's true," Duncan agreed. He missed the sudden tension between Frank and Jenny. All he cared about was his show. And Wendla had brown hair. She wore it just pass her shoulders (not close to her bra strap).

"I can wear a wig," Jen said. She couldn't believe she was talking about really doing this. But to be on Broadway! If just for a little while. A year, maybe two. Could she pass that up?

Duncan frowned not liking the wig idea. "There's a lot going on backstage," he said. "Wigs are just another complication." He didn't understand Jenny's reluctance. Actresses often had to change their appearance to match the characters they were playing. 

Jen frowned. She thought about Mike at the Hamptons with Allie. This was not going to work. It was on Mike's list. Her hair. She couldn't cut it and she certainly couldn't dye it black.

Duncan looked at Jenny. Young and beautiful, fresh faced, innocent, ripe. A lovely singing voice. She would make a perfect Wendla, the young girl who was just discovering her womanhood in the musical. He didn't know what Jenny's hang up over hair was, but he didn't want to lose her over that. He said "I'm sure we can work something out. Let's schedule an audition and go from there."

As dinner ended Jen was beside herself with excitement. Broadway! Even if it never happened it was still hugely flattering that a famous producer and musician like Duncan would consider her for a major role in this production. 

Jen wanted to tell Mike the exciting news. Mike was more than her husband. He was her soul mate and best friend. If she didn't tell him, it was like it didn't happen. Until she told him it wasn't real.

Frank went to get her coat. Jen took the opportunity to check her iPhone. She did a heart flip seeing a text from Mike. It said "Anna's great. Already asleep. We went to that pizza place for dinner."

Jen frowned. Just that short text, and another unemotional one at that. No pictures of Anna. He didn't try to call. WTF? Was he upset about the pictures? Then Jen had a disturbing thought. Maybe he was having fun with Allie. Allie promised not to do anything. But you can still do a lot without doing anything. Jen of all people knew that. Feeling anxious and jealous, Jen was about to speed dial Allie when she realized it would be no use, the restaurant was too loud. So instead she texted her best friend: "What's happening? Where's Mike? What are YOU doing?!!"

Allie texted back immediately. She said "Will you calm down. Mike had a heart attack seeing those pics. He's probably someplace wanking off. Don't worry he's still your BB."

Jen smiled with relief at Allie's text. (BB meant bubble boy of course.) So maybe Mike was hanging with Allie (with Anna and DJ) but his attention WAS focused on her. She liked having her bubble boy wrapped around her finger. 

And this arrangement seemed to be working. She was definitely spending lots of time thinking about her husband even while on her date with Frank. 

Jen wanted to call Mike. If he WAS someplace playing with herself (she giggled at that) she could make it fun for him. But she eyed Frank walking back from the coat room. She didn't have time for phone sex or even a quick call. So instead she texted him: "Hey baby - Just had dinner with the Broadway crowd. Lots to tell you! Want to talk to you. Call me! Love you bunches, your baby."

****************

"I can't believe I'm really thinking about this," Jen said excitedly when they were in Frank's Central Park penthouse. "God Frank is Duncan for real?"

"The role's practically yours," Frank said grinning at her. "Just an audition. Sounds like a formality. I think Duncan's set on you."

Jen eyed Frank. "You're not forcing Duncan?"

"All I did was tell them about you and set up dinner," Frank said honestly. "This is you, not me. I give you my word."

"Oh my god, oh my god," Jen squealed delightedly. She was sitting on the edge of the sofa and stomped her high heeled feet over and over like an excited little girl. "Broadway! I can't believe this is happening!"

Then reality kicked in. "How much does it pay?" she asked looking concerned.

"Jenny I'll take care of you and Anna," Frank assured her. Anticipating her objection, he added "And Mike too of course."

Jen shook her head knowing Mike would never agree to that. Before doing that he'd quit teaching, get a job with Apple or Google or something. Jen thought about it. He already offered to do exactly that. Jen got excited. Maybe he could do that for a couple years then go back to teaching. They'd have to get a nanny for Anna. But then, shows were at night. She'd have more time to spend with Anna during the day. That was a major plus. Mike could take care of Anna at night while she was performing. Maybe this could work. Jen couldn't believe she was actually planning like it might actually happen.

"I'll talk to Mike about it," Jen finally said.

"Do you really need to ask him?" Frank said disapprovingly.

"Yes Frank I do," Jen said with a "seriously?" laugh. "This is about our real life."

"So I'm not real?" Frank asked frowning.

Jen smiled at him. Pulling up her skirt, she got onto his lap, straddling his legs. "You Mr. Frank Tower are so real," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and smiling into his eyes. "Do you know how hot I am for you right now?" she said. She pulled his hand to her panties to show him how wet she was. Then she gave him a long, open mouth wet kiss.

They made out for a while. When they finally stopped both were panting. Still exuberant about Broadway and Spring Awakening, she gushed "This night's so amazing! God I feel like a princess! Cinderella!"

"Yes, a Cinderella princess," Frank agreed. "Jenny will you do something for me?"

"Of course baby," she said, beaming into his eyes. She kissed him again. "Anything."

"Walk over there," he said.

"Um, okay," Jen said uncertainly. She got up and walked to the middle of the room, her high heels clinking on the imported Italian hardwood floor. Frank stared at her but didn't say anything, like he was waiting. 

A man walked into the room. He was older (40ish) and had a greasy complexion, receding hairline, a heavily pock marked face and a major paunch. 

Frank said "Jenny, this is Jimmy."

Three men were with Jimmy. They were older too and if anything were even uglier and fatter than Jimmy.

Jen looked from Frank to Jimmy and his friends, then back to Frank. Surely Frank didn't expect her to have sex with these fat, ugly men? Hugh and Lou were right there. They were handsome and buff. Why not them? Or one of his Broadway friends. Okay, not Duncan, he was married and going to be her boss (if she got the gig and decided to take it). But his other Broadway friends were all dapper looking and distinguished. Two of them were single (at least they didn't wear wedding rings). Why not one of them? Or both for that matter. Why these fat ugly men?

"You don't lie Frank, she's a hot one," Jimmy said giving Jen a big leering smile. His teeth were smoke-stained almost black. He walked up to Jen. "We're going to have some fun tonight. Aren't we baby doll?"

Jen looked at Frank. He nodded at her, an intense look in his eyes. He DID want her to fuck these men! Not just Jimmy but all 4! 

Here she was, feeling like Cinderella. She had a chance to star in a Broadway musical. And now she was going to degrade herself by fucking these old men. These fat ugly men soiling her body, violating all her holes. All because Frank wanted it. All because Jen really wasn't a Cinderella or any other Disney princess. She was a slut. Jen shuddered at the thought.

"We're going to have some fun tonight, aren't we baby doll?" Jimmy asked again smiling lecherously at Jen.

Jen looked at Frank again. He had that same intense look. She lowered her eyes submissively. 

Jimmy grinned. Without warning, he grabbed the back of Jen's head. He pulled her to him and kissed her open mouth. Jimmy pushed his tongue into her mouth. His breath stank of cigarettes, beer and his last meal of cheap fatty food. Jen felt like she was going to gag.

Jen was too occupied to notice Frank taking pictures and video.

Jimmy broke off the kiss. He tugged at Jen's dress. Jen stopped him, again looking at Frank for help. Did he really want this? Really want her to do this? Frank made no move to help her. In fact, he nodded approvingly at Jimmy.

Grinning, Jimmy pushed Jen's hands aside and pulled up her skirt so it bunched around her waist. Jen flushed at his manhandling, and being so abruptly exposed to the eyes of Jimmy and his friends. She knew now Frank wasn't going to help her. He wanted these fat ugly men to have their way with her. She felt helpless and humiliated. It all aroused her!

Jimmy hungrily leered at her tight sexy ass and long shapely legs. He pulled at one of the garters and let it go like a rubber band. Jen yelped as the garter slapped across her sensitive thigh. Jimmy and his friends laughed.

"You're a pretty girl," Jimmy said running his calloused hands over Jen's beautiful face. As if reading her thoughts, he said, "You think I'm ugly. Think you're better than me."

"No," Jen lied sounding anxious and scared. 

"I got what you want though," Jimmy said, pulling Jen's hand to his crotch. He was hard and felt really big. "Frank said you like big cock."

"No," Jen said again, this time her voice quivering. Jimmy and his friends laughed. Frank smiled. They all knew she was lying. They all knew she was a slut for big cock.

Jimmy took off his shirt. He had a major beer gut and his chest and back were covered with unattractive wiry black hair. "I bet you like the pretty boys," he said. "You think I'm ugly. Not good enough for you." Jen didn't say anything.

"Bend over," Jimmy ordered. When Jen didn't move, he repeated in a harsher voice "Bend over bitch."

Jen looked at Frank. There was no help there. Blushing, Jen bent over at the waist. Her skirt was still bunched around her waist so her behind and legs were completely exposed to Jimmy and his friends.

Jimmy admired Jen's tight ass, caressing down her crack that was barely covered by her lacy black thong. "Damn man...this bitch has a fine ass!" He rubbed a finger against Jen's sensitive asshole, making her suck in her breath. Jimmy grinned. "Fuck she's a horny slut. Stand up bitch."

Jen stood up straight again. She felt shaky in the high heels and reflectively put her hand on Jimmy's hairy shoulder for balance. She immediately pulled her hand back, repulsed by the feel of him. It's like she wanted to wash her hand. "That's alright baby doll, you can touch me all you want," Jimmy said with a grin. His friends laughed.

Jimmy got on his knee and pulled her thong down her long stockinged legs. Jen submissively stepped out of them. Jimmy was eye level with Jen's hairless pussy. Her pussy lips glistened with moisture. "This cunt is really creaming," he said grinning at his friends. They grinned back, their eager eyes on Jen's pussy too.

"Take off the dress bitch," Jimmy ordered as he stood up. Jen flushed. She wished Jimmy would just fuck her. Hold her down and take want he wanted. Force her. "Rape" her. Instead he was making her cooperate. Make her a complicit accomplice. It was more humiliating and demeaning to willingly go along with what this fat ugly man wanted.

But anyway, Jen reached behind her. She undid the hook at the top then pulled the zipper down. She let the dress fall off her body. 

Jen thought about how just a few moments ago she felt like Cinderella. Now her Cinderella dress lay bundled around her feet. Her face felt hot and her pussy tingled as she stood almost naked among these fat ugly men. 

"Man this bitch has a fine body. Frank says you got a brat kid at home. Is that right?" Jimmy asked.

Jen nodded.

Jimmy shook his head in awe, taking in Jen's flat stomach, slim hips, tight ass, long toned legs. "Man!" he gushed admiringly. "The bitch has one fine body. Even after having a kid. What do you think boys?"

The other men grinned and nodded eagerly. They were ogling her body too. One of the other guys (his name was Danny) said "Made for cum dumping." They all laughed.

Jen felt completely humiliated by the way these crass ugly men were inspecting her body, talking about her like she wasn't even there. She felt like a piece of meat. To them her only purpose in life was to satisfy the sexual carvings of men. To them she was no more than a sex toy. They didn't care about her brain or her personality. All they cared about was her body. Her mouth, her pussy, her ass. Places for their cocks. That's all they cared about. Despite her disgust, her face felt hot and her pussy throbbed.

Still on his knee, Jimmy was eye level with Jen's pussy. He reached out and stroked a finger between her lips. He said, "I like when a cunt keeps her pussy completely shaved...smooth." Then he touched her tiny trimmed blonde landing strip. "I like this too. Sexy. You know that's sexy, right bitch? That's why you keep it this way. Looking sexy. To get more cock." 

Jen didn't respond. Jimmy grinned knowing he was right. "You love cock, don't you baby doll?" he asked. He abruptly pushed a thick finger into her pussy, making her grunt. "That's what Frank says. You're a slut for big cocks. Right baby doll?"

Jen didn't answer. She was breathing hard with Jimmy's finger inside her. She felt violated. But she didn't move away from his hand. At that moment she wanted more fingers inside her! She knew Jimmy was right. Frank was right. She WAS a slut for big cocks. 

Jimmy pulled out his finger. His finger was wet with Jen's juices. Jimmy stood up and walked to his friends, showing them his wet finger. They are grinned. They all knew Jenny wanted it. She was more than ready for their cocks.

Jimmy said "Why don't you take off that bra, baby doll."

"I'm not your baby doll," Jen said, finally pushing back against his crassness.

"Oh yes you are," Jimmy said smiling lecherously at her. "Right Frank?" he said looking at Frank.

Frank was still sitting. He looked interested. But he wasn't like Mike. Frank was more like, dispassionately intrigued. "Do what he says Jenny," Frank ordered Jen in a stern voice.

"That's right, do what I say Jenny," Jimmy said with a sneering laugh. He said "Jenny" in a contemptuously way, as if saying she didn't deserve to have a real name, bitch-slut-cunt-whore were all the names she needed.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 34



Jen looked at Frank for a moment. Then, with her cheeks burning, she reached behind and unsnapped her bra. She pulled the straps off her arms and let the bra drop to the floor next to her dress. Now Jen only wore the garter belt, stockings and high heels.

"Oh my will you look at that," Jimmy said his eyes going wide seeing Jen's pierced nipples. "A sweet little thing like you with hardware like that. Guess you are a bitch in heat, no matter how sweet you look." Jimmy curled a finger at her and said "Come here baby doll. Don't be afraid. I'm going to make you feel soooo good." From the side Jimmy's friends laughed.

Jen walked the short distance to Jimmy. He walked around her, admiring her body. Jimmy hugged her from behind. His hairy pot belly pressed against her bare back and she felt his erection on the upper swell of her ass. She felt a slight tickle as Jimmy's abundant chest hair touched her smooth, creamy skin.

Jimmy moved Jen's hair to the side and kissed the back of her neck. Despite herself, Jen moaned. Jimmy sucked on the juncture where her slender neck met the shoulder. He grabbed her small, perky tits and squeezed them, rolling her hard pierced nipples.

Jen moaned and whimpered, breathing hard from the pleasurable sensations coursing through her tight body. Her eyes glazed over as Jimmy kissed and sucked on her sensitive neck and played with her tits. Thinking of Mike, she said pleadingly "Please no marks."

Jimmy looked at Frank. Seeing him nod "yes", Jimmy continued to suck hard on Jen's neck. When Jimmy finally pulled away there was a red hickey on her neck. 

"Slut, now it's time for you to take care of my cock," Jimmy said as he leered at her. "Get on your knees and take out my cock bitch."

Jen submissively got on her knees. Breathing hard, she unbuckled and unzipped Jimmy's pants. It took longer than it should because her hands were shaking. "It's okay baby doll, my cock ain't going nowhere," Jimmy said with a grin. He and his friends laughed.

Jen pulled down his pants and shorts. Jimmy's cock was in an unkempt nest of wry dark hair. His hygiene was definitely lacking as there was a slight smell of urine. But his cock was big. Long and thick. She saw he was uncircumcised.

"You know what to do baby doll," Jimmy told her.

Jen took his hard uncircumcised cock in her hands. She slowly moved her hands up and down his thick shaft, feeling the thick veins. She was mesmerized by Jimmy's cock. It looked mean and dangerous yet felt so velvety. Jen pulled the foreskin back exposing the thick cock head which was leaking pre-cum.

"Lick it cunt," Jimmy said to her. The crude and degrading way he was talking to her was actually turning her on. She stuck her tongue out and licked the leaking pre-cum. Then she took the fat cock head into her mouth. 

"Oh yeah bitch, show me how you suck cock," Jimmy moaned, his eyes rolling back into his head.

Jen licked Jimmy's hard cock up and down and then took his uncircumcised cock into her pretty mouth. She bobbed up and down on his hard meat, her long blonde hair swaying back and forth. She managed to work half his long thick cock into her mouth.

"Yeah slut, suck it good. That's it. You love my cock ... you slutty cunt ... don't you? Come on slut, take it all." 

Jen bobbed up and down on his cock, moving her pretty hands on his shaft in sync with her head. Somehow she was able to take his whole cock inside her mouth, controlling her gag reflex and relaxing her throat muscles. Jen's pert, cute nose was buried in Jimmy's thick curly pubic hairs at the base of his cock. She was disgusted by his taste and the smell of urine but it turned her on too.

"Damn! This bitch is one fine cock sucker. A true slut," Jimmy said enthusiastically as he looked down at Jen's beautiful face, his cock stuffed in her mouth. 

Jimmy abruptly grabbed her hair and pulled her off his cock. "A beautiful face like yours, it looks better getting face fucked." He grinned at his friends. They grinned back. They knew what was about to happen. "Keep your mouth open. Put your hands on my ass. I'm gonna fuck your pretty face."

Jen did as he asked. She opened her lips and put her hands on his fat hairy ass. 

Jimmy slapped Jen's pretty face with his big hard cock. "You want it bitch?" he taunted. "You want me to fuck your mouth like a slutty pussy?" When Jen didn't say anything he got pissed and said deridingly "Stupid blonde cunt."

Still holding her hair, Jimmy slowly pushed his cock into Jen's open mouth. He pulled back, then pushed back in. Each time he pushed more of his shaft into her. Then he started moving faster and harder, using Jen's mouth like a fuckhole.

Jimmy pounded Jen's pretty face with his cock, making her gag and choke. Saliva ran down her chin and neck. Sometimes Jimmy pulled out to let her catch her breath. But then he rammed his cock right back down her throat. Jimmy kept fucking her mouth brutally as her face got flushed and tears ran down from her innocent blue eyes.

Jimmy abruptly pushed Jen off his cock. "Suck my balls," he ordered, holding up his shaft towards his big potbelly. Jen submissively bent lower and sucked on his hairy, wrinkled, nut sac. She licked his balls, taking his balls one by one in her mouth and sucking on them. Jimmy moaned with pleasure.

After some time he grabbed Jen's hair, pulling her mouth away from his hairy balls. "Look at me bitch. Open your mouth."

Jen submissively looked up and opened her mouth. Jimmy drooled his slimy spit into her open mouth. Jen swallowed Jimmy's disgusting spit, the depravity making her pussy throb.

"Man you're a dirty slut," Jimmy said with a lecherous grin. "You love sucking cock don't you bitch?"

Jen kept looking up at him but didn't respond. Jimmy slapped her hard with his hand. Her right cheek instantly turned red. Jen was stunned by the stinging pain.

"Answer me you stupid blonde cunt," Jimmy snarled at her. "You love cock don't you?"

Jen was panting hard but still didn't answer. Jimmy slapped her face again. This time her left cheek turned red. 

"No more Jimmy," Frank ordered from his chair. He didn't want to take the chance of marring Jenny's sweet beautiful face.

Jimmy glared at Frank. He grabbed her hair and roughly jerked her head back. Hugh and Lou, watching from the corner of the room, protectively moved towards Jen. Frank stopped them with an upraised hand. Jenny needed to learn to obey.

"Say it slut!" Jimmy snarled at Jen. "You're a slutty cunt and you love cock. Say it!"

"Yes," Jen finally said. She looked resigned and defeated. Yet, her body burned with submissive lust.

"Yes what you stupid blonde cunt?" Jimmy snarled derisively. "Tell me how much you love my cock!" 

Jen felt completely humiliated. Broken. Defeated. All her self-respect gone. But her body burned with desire. She wasn't Cinderella. She wasn't a goddess. She was a slut. It was true. A slut. That's all she was.

Looking up at Jimmy with her big blue eyes, she said "I love your cock. I love it in my mouth."

Jimmy smiled triumphantly. But that wasn't enough. "Dumb blonde cunt. Open your mouth." Jen submissively opened her mouth. She kept it open even as she knew and dreaded what was about to happen. Jimmy spit into her mouth again.

Frank noticed Jenny's purse vibrating. He opened it and saw it was her iPhone. Mike was calling. In fact he'd called and texted a number of times. Frank noticed the phone was on mute. He thought about it, then put the phone back in Jenny's purse. Then he texted Mike.

Jimmy turned around and sat down in a chair. "Bring your worthless ass over here," he ordered. "Fucking white whore. Crawl to me on your hands and knees, like a dog." 

Jen did what Jimmy ordered. She got on her hands and knees and crawled over to him, her high heels scraping along the rich hardwood floors. Her cheeks burned with humiliation and arousal. Her nipples were rock hard and her pussy was soaking.

"What you waiting for dumb cunt," Jimmy said derisively. "Suck my cock." Jen took his cock into her mouth. After sucking on his cock for a little bit, Jimmy ordered her to suck on his balls again.

Jen bent below and started pleasuring his wrinkly, hairy balls. She swirled the tip of her tongue around the ball sac. She took each ball one by one all the way into her mouth, sucking on them. She licked along the vertical line in the middle of his sac.

Jimmy rolled his head back and moaned loudly with pleasure. He grabbed the back of Jen's head and pulled her lower. "Lick my crack bitch. Do it. Lick my ass."

"No," Jen said pulling back. 

But Jimmy held the back of her head, pulling her face down so her pretty pert nose pushed into his disgusting crack. "Do it bitch," he ordered. "Lick my ass you dumb whore."

"No," Jen whined, trying to pull away. "Frank, no. Goddess. Goddess."

"Stop Jimmy," Frank said immediately.

"Fuck Frank you said I could do whatever I wanted with this cunt," Jimmy snarled glaring at Frank. He looked angry, annoyed and frustrated.

"Jimmy ..." Frank said in a low dangerous voice. Hugh and Lou looked poised to strike.

Jimmy warily eyed the bodyguards. But Frank scared him more. "Fuck it," he said, relenting. "Stand up slut."

Jen submissively did as he asked. Jimmy dragged her by her hair to where his friends were sitting. He roughly threw her to Danny. Jen fell down clumsily with her face landing in Danny's lap. She looked so undignified. Jen felt so humiliated and defeated at being handled so roughly by this fat ugly man. But her face was covered with lust. She was incredibly aroused.

Jimmy slapped her ass hard. "Bitch on your feet. Stand up and bend over. Keep your legs straight."

Jen got to her feet. Jimmy again slapped her ass, harder this time. She yelped loudly and lost her footing. Usually Jen was elegant, like a ballerina. But now she fell down on the floor clumsily. She felt so humiliated and defeated. So worthless.

Jimmy bent down and slapped Jen's face again. So hard Jen teared up and her eyes saw unfocused flashes of light. Frank frowned but he let it go this time (Jimmy wasn't wearing any rings to potentially scar Jen's beautiful face). After all the whole point of this was to further break Jenny's spirit. 

Jenny was too independent. Frank wanted to break her. Return her to that teenage Jenny he first met. That beautiful, sexy, fun-loving, flirty girl. But that Jenny was also fragile. So fragile she allowed even a feeble boy like Colin to dominate her. Well, Frank was anything but feeble. Jenny needed to realize she was weak and delicate. Breakable. Once that happened, she would opened herself to him. Then Frank would own her. Not just her body, but her mind, her spirit, her heart. And he would never let her go.

Jimmy snarled derisively at Jen, "Stupid cunt you can't even stand up." He grabbed her hair and jerked her up onto her feet. Jen looked like a complete mess, like slutty trash. She had a major cum face on.

Jimmy held her hips as he forced her head down towards Danny's crotch, bending her over at the waist. Her beautiful face was red from all the slaps. 

From his vantage point Jimmy saw juices leaking from Jen's pussy. She was so turned on her upper thighs were slick with her moisture. "Fuck this bitch wants it bad," he marveled. 

Jimmy lined his fat cock with Jen's wet slit and was about to push in when Frank said "Condom Jimmy." Jimmy looked disgustedly at Frank but rolled on a condom. Then, he bent his knees and with one savage thrust filled her up with his pelvis smashing into her tight sexy ass.

Suddenly Jen came! She gasped loudly and her mouth opened wide at the unexpected orgasm. Her hands reached out desperately to grab something, latching onto Danny's knees. Jen came hard. She stretched out onto her tip toes in the high heels, her body writhing as waves of orgasmic pleasure coursed through her body again and again.

"Fuck Jimmy you made the bitch cum," Danny said with an amazed crooked grin.

"Yeah the stupid cunt must've been ready to pop," Jimmy said with a grin back. He rolled his head back at the feel of Jen's smooth silky pussy. "Oh man this bitch has a sweet pussy!" He held her hips as he pushed all the way in, bottoming out. "Fuck she's tight too," he groaned with pleasure.

"Danny stick your cock into the cunt's mouth," Jimmy said to his friend. He grinned at Frank and said "Don't be too rough. Frank won't like it if you mess up the cunt's pretty white teeth."

Danny didn't have to be asked twice. He hurriedly pulled out his cock and stuffed it into Jen's mouth. Jen moaned at the double penetration. 

Jimmy had his cock buried deep in Jen's pussy. He slowly withdrew his cock, keeping just the tip of his cock inside her. Then he savagely slammed the entire length of his 8 inch cock back in. Jen gasped loudly as Jimmy bottomed out in her pussy and his pelvis slammed against her ass again. He then again slowly withdrew his cock and Jen whimpered in anticipation. Jimmy smiled at hearing her whimper. Without any warning he again slammed his hard cock into her pussy. His thrust was so hard he pushed Jen onto her tip toes and also forced Danny's cock down into her throat.

Jimmy started fucking Jen hard and fast. Again and again he bottomed out in her pussy, his pelvis slamming into her ass. 

Jen was like a see-saw. Jimmy slammed in, pushing Jen onto her tip toes and onto Danny's cock in her mouth. Then Jimmy pulled back, Danny's cock sliding from her mouth. Back and forth like that, Jen as a see saw, getting it at both ends.

The living room of Frank's penthouse was filled with the noise of flesh hitting flesh and the loud moaning, groaning and grunting from Jen's mouth around Danny's fat cock. She was being thoroughly used like a slut. Jen felt like a cheap whore. A true slut. God she loved it! Soon she was in the throes of another massive orgasm. Jimmy fucked her through the intense orgasmic sensations.

Jen pulled her mouth from Danny's cock. "Please stop ... please stop ... Jimmy please stop," she said through labored breathing, reaching back and pushing against Jimmy's hip. She needed a break from the hard fucking after her intense orgasm.

But Jimmy immediately grabbed her neck and pushed her face back down onto Danny's cock. "You fucking worthless whore! You stupid blonde cunt!" he growled. "We'll stop when I say stop!" Jimmy pounded Jen even harder and faster.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!" Jimmy moaned.

"Jeez Jimmy, you loser, popping off so early," Danny said laughing derisively. They'd been fucking for barely 10 minutes.

"I know Danny but man this bitch has a sweet pussy," Jimmy groaned rolling his head back. Then suddenly his body tensed and he pushed deep into Jen. He gripped her hips tight, holding her in place, as his body convulsed into a massive orgasm.

"Fuck, fuck," Jimmy moaned. God it was a fucking good orgasm! What a sweet pussy! 

Panting, Jimmy pulled out. The reservoir of the condom was full of his baby making juice.

Jimmy took off the condom. He grabbed Jen's hair and pulled her off Danny's cock. He pulled her hair so she was looking up at him. "Open your slutty mouth cunt," he hissed at her. 

Jen hesitated, knowing what was about to happen. The fat ugly man disgusted her, and what he intended was repulsive. But she submissively opened her mouth. Jimmy emptied the condom into her mouth, squeezing from the closed part of the condom to the open end so as to feed Jen all of his sperm. Jimmy grinned as he watched the cunt work her throat muscles to swallow his entire heavy load.

Then Jimmy collapsed onto the floor. "Man the bitch really drained my balls," he groaned.

Jen collapsed on the floor too. She lay on her back with one arm over her eyes. Her sexy svelte body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her breathing was ragged. Her face was still red from the slapping. Her stockings were laddered and the stocking tops soaked with her sex juices.

But there was no relief for Jen. Danny and the other 2 guys took off their clothes. They got on the floor with Jen. They moved her around like a sex toy, penetrating all her holes at the same time. 

The 4 fat, ugly men used Jen's body for their pleasure for hours. Jen lost count of her orgasms. Finally she passed out from exhaustion. It was only then that Frank ordered Jimmy, Danny and the other 2 men to stop. 

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Claudia, Annette and Bridget entered the room. With concerned looks on their faces, they tenderly washed and tendered to Jen's bruised, battered, well fucked body. They put ice on her bruised face. Jen was only half conscious. 

Bridget rolled off the laddered stockings. She unhooked the garter belt. Both were wet with semen and Jen's juices. Bridget held both with just her fingertips, not wanting to touch the pungent sex juices. She looked at Claudia as if saying "what should I do with this?"

Claudia said "Just throw them away."

Jen woke up enough to say in a barely audible voice "No, I want them."

Claudia shrugged. She said to Bridget "Put them in a plastic bag."

After the stylists finished cleaning and tending to Jen, Frank lovingly carried her to his bedroom, like a groom carrying his bride. In bed, he tenderly kissed Jen. He helped her put on one of his shirts to wear as a nightie. He put lace edged, white cotton socks on her feet, knowing she got cold at night. Then he pulled her into his arms. They slept holding each other.

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The sun was bright in the sky when Jen woke up the next day. She slowly opened her eyes. Her entire body ached. She had a hard time moving.

Frank was holding Jen in his arms. He was awake looking at her. He brushed a loose strand of blonde hair from her face.

"You're beautiful when you sleep," Frank said looking lovingly into her eyes. 

"What time is it?" Jen asked. She gently probed her face. It still hurt from the rough treatment last night. She certainly didn't feel beautiful.

"A little after noon," he said.

"Oh god I've got to go," Jen said moving to get out of bed. She winced at the pain. Her body was really sore and stiff. And her face hurt. "Where's my phone?"

Frank shrugged.

Jen got out of bed. She was in Frank's shirt and the white socks. She saw Frank taking a picture of her. "It's too early Frank," she said with a humorless laugh.

Frank shrugged again.

Jen found her purse and pulled out her iPhone. "God," she lamented to herself. There were lots of texts and calls from Mike.

She opened the texts and read the conversation. There were lots of texts last night from Mike. Things like "I just called" and "are you ok?" and "Pick up I'm getting worried." Then he abruptly stopped texting and calling. 

"Oh god," Jen said to herself. Mike was hurt. Really hurt. She grimaced inside. She did it again. Again!

How did she not hear the phone ring or the buzz of incoming texts? Then she saw her phone was on mute. The massage last night! Bridget muted her phone. They both forgot to unmute it. "Fuck" Jen said under her breath. She immediately called Mike. The call went straight to voice mail. "Fuck" she said again. This was not good.

Jen looked at the texts again. She saw there was a new conversation, a group text between Frank, Mike and her. WTF?

She opened the conversation. There was just one text, from Frank. It said "Mike - Jenny's too busy to talk. Pictures from tonight. Enjoy. Frank." Following the text were pictures of her getting banged by Jimmy and his 3 friends. Jen looked at the timestamp. Mike stopped calling and texting last night right after Frank sent this. 

"Why'd you send this?" Jen asked Frank accusingly. 

"You gave me permission," Frank said simply. 

"But why?"

Frank shrugged. "I sent just pictures, no video," he said, as if that made everything okay.

"You took video too?" Jen said alarmed. She grabbed his phone and looked at the videos. She shook her head as she watched herself being such a nasty slut - and loving it.




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 34



"If Mike saw these videos," Jen thought to herself, horrified by the idea. It would be like the Scott Vegas video. But then she had an idea. She used Apple Airdrop to copy the pictures and videos to her iPhone. Then she deleted them from Frank's phone.

"I'm in so much shit. I've got to go home," Jen told Frank. She picked up her overnight bag. It had a change of clothes. She took off Frank's shirt and the white socks then quickly dressed. She saw the bag with the soiled stockings and garter belt. She stuffed it in her bag.

"Just wait Jenny," Frank said. "Sit with me a moment. Let's talk about last night."

Jen hesitated. She needed to get home, call Allie, find out where Mike and Anna were. But she wanted to talk about last night too. So she sat down on the bed next to Frank, pulling one leg under her.

"So what?" she asked.

Frank put his hand on her thigh and caressed her. "Don't," Jen said stopping him. "Just talk. Tell me why."

Frank looked annoyed but didn't force caresses on her. He kept his hand on her leg though. "Your audition for Duncan," he began.

"I need to talk to Mike about it," Jen said cutting him off. Seeing Frank about to object, she said "Stop Frank. I need to talk to Mike. Now tell me why those men."

"Your tattoo," Frank said, reaching behind and touching her lower back.

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"I believe Spring Awakening has a brief nude scene," Frank explained. "You should have the tattoo removed."

"What?" Jen said again, trying to catch up.

"I know an excellent doctor," Frank continued. "Two, perhaps three visits. Gone. You'll never know you had a tattoo."

Jen stared at Frank. Ignoring his tattoo sidetrack, she asked with exasperation, "Why Jimmy?"

Frank looked even more annoyed but didn't push the audition or the tattoo issues further. "You know why."

"No I don't," Jen insisted.

"You will do what I say Jenny," Frank said matter-of-factly, like it was a law of the universe.

"But why those men?" Jen asked emphasizing "those."

"Because you do what I say," Frank said impatiently, like talking down to a student who wasn't getting it. "You fuck who I say. Even men like Jimmy and his friends. You belong to me Jenny."

Understanding came to Jen. If she was willing to fuck a disgusting man like Jimmy, then she would fuck anyone for Frank. Fucking handsome hot men like Hugh and Lou (even the young but cute Thomas) was easy. Allowing fat ugly men like Jimmy and his friends to gang bang her showed the control Frank had over her. Showed his dominance over her, and her submission to him. 

Despite herself Jen shuddered. Being dominated like that. Submissive to not just Frank but also the fat ugly Jimmy and his friends. Letting them use her, violate her, cum all over her. She shuddered again. 

Frank looked at Jen's face and smiled. "You're getting your cum face on Jenny."

Jen glared at Frank. "I've got to go," she said brusquely.

Frank grabbed her wrist. "You belong to me Jenny," he said again. "Let go. Give yourself to me. You know that's what you want."

Jen stared at Frank, not saying anything. She was breathing hard.

Frank pulled back the sheets. He was hard. Jen looked at his hard cock, at the thick vein running the length underneath. God he was so big and gorgeous. She felt herself getting wet, her pussy getting ready to take his thick cock. Despite her body being sore and needing to go home, she felt longing in her pussy.

"Suck me Jenny," Frank said. "Take off your clothes. Get back into bed. And suck me."

Jen hesitated. Her face felt hot. Her pussy was wet. But Mike was out there someplace, hurting.

Frank put his hand behind Jen's head. He pulled her face towards his manhood. "You know you want this," he said. "I'll make you cum. You know I will. You want me. We both know it."

Somehow, Jen managed to pull away. "I've got to do," she said. At the door she turned and looked at Frank again. She looked at his face. At his manhood. Then she willed herself to turn back to the door. She opened the door and left.

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Jen hurried to their loft apartment. Mike and Anna weren't there.

She tried calling and texting. Mike didn't answer. She tried Find My iPhone. His phone wasn't there. He turned it off? He was that upset?

Jen tried calling Allie. Her call wouldn't go through. God, the Hamptons had such god-awful cell service!

The thing was, Jen didn't understand WHY Mike was so upset. Okay, she spent yesterday with Frank. But that was the plan. She got fucked. Mike knew that would happen. That was the whole point of their game.

Yeah, there was Duncan and Spring Awakening and the possibility of cutting and dying her hair. But Mike didn't know any of that yet.

So why was he mad? Okay, yeah, Frank sent those texts and pictures. But Jen understood Mike. She was able to gauge how things would affect him. The texts and pictures would excite Mike. He might get jealous and hurt some, but not bad hurt.

So why was he so upset?

As the day wore on, Jen got more and more worried and agitated. Where was Mike? Where was Anna? Were they hurt? Did they get into a car accident? Jen sat down and pressed her palms against her head. She was so frustrated and worried! She hated this! She hated not knowing! Where were they?!

She tried calling Allie again. They connected for a moment but then the call dropped. Fuck! When were they going to fix the freaking cell coverage in the Hamptons?!

Allie called back moments later on a land line. "Where are you? Where are Mike and Anna?" Jen asked urgently.

"I'm at the house, helping Bobby and Grace clean up," Allie said. "Mike and Anna left a couple hours ago."

"Two hours ago?" Jen practically screamed into the phone. "They should be home by now!"

"Jen, calm down," Allie said soothingly. "Maybe he ran into traffic."

"But he's not answering," Jen said feeling panicked. "He turned off Find My iPhone."

"Maybe he ran out of power," Allie said reasonably.

Jen frowned. That wasn't like her uber-responsible husband. If he was running out of power he'd stop and buy a charger. "What happen?" she asked worriedly. "Is Mike upset?"

"Well ..." Allie said hesitantly. 

"What?" Jen said urgently. "What happened? Tell me!"

"It kind of slipped," Allie said apologetically, clearly embarrassed and regretful.

"What slipped Allie?!" Jen said desperately.

Allie told her.

"Oh god," Jen lamented. Now she knew why Mike was so upset!

"I'm sorry, we were talking, it slipped out," Allie said apologetically. "Does it really matter? I mean, after all that happened after?"

"God Allie, you know it matters," Jen said squeezing her eyes shut. Fuck, fuck, fuck ... Fuck!

Allie nodded, grimacing. Yeah, she knew it mattered. Especially with Mike. "I'm sorry Jen," she said apologetically. 

"What happened this weekend?" Jen asked.

"Between me and Mike? Nothing," Allie said with a short laugh. "He thought about you all weekend. Don't worry Jen he's still your bubble boy."

Jen smiled briefly. But it was bittersweet since she was so worried.

"Let me know when Mike and Anna get home," Allie said. "I'm worried too."

They hung up. Jen pressed her palms against her head again. Knowing why Mike was upset answered her question but it didn't help her anxiety, worry and distress. Where were they?! She felt about to cry from worry and frustration.

Then Jen heard voices on the other side of the door. Leaping off the chair, she ran across the room and threw open the door.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 35



Mike was about 30 minutes away from the Hamptons when his cell beeped with a text. He looked at the screen. It said "It's done. Mitch."

Mike was happy and relieved. But seeing the text made him anxious too. He didn't feel comfortable. There were too many loose ends.

At the same time Mike couldn't help feeling proud of himself for pulling it off. He called Jasmine. "It's done," he told her.

A huge wave of relief washed over Jasmine. But she needed details. They agreed to meet for a drink later that night.

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Mike held Anna in one hand and their suitcase in another as they opened the door of the Hamptons house. But as soon as they walked in Anna bolted. She was so excited! The beach! A big weekend party!

Anna was a blonde haired ball of energy and she loved water and sand. The fact it was chilly outside and too cold for the ocean was no deterrent to a determined 3 year old. Anna also loved parties. She was a big social butterfly just like her mother. She was so excited she barely noticed her mother wasn't with them.

On top of that her good friend DJ was there. Anna immediately rush off in search of him. Mike ran to catch up. Most everyone else was already there and he said quick hellos as he tried to keep up with Anna. 

There were 15 or so couples there along with about 10 kids including Anna and DJ. There were a few singles there too, but not many.

Anna quickly found DJ. He'd been looking for her too. They squealed with delight seeing each other and ran off to play, holding hands. Mike ran after them and almost ran head first into Allie.

"Calm down they'll be fine," Allie said grinning at him. "Bobby and Grace hired 4 teenagers as baby sitters. It's like a day care center downstairs."

"Oh okay," Mike said suddenly feeling awkward. He always felt awkward around Allie. Now, on top of that, there was this crazy idea of them hooking up as part of the game. 

Allie felt awkward too. But like Jen, she was super-outgoing so she was always able to get pass awkward situations. She grinned and said "Come on let's go check on the kids."

As they walked downstairs they passed and said hello to many of the other party-goers. Almost everyone was paired up, married or in serious relationships. Mike remembered these Hamptons weekends in the past when most were single. 

Reading his mind, Allie said "I guess everyone's growing up."

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "Probably a lot of weddings next summer."

"Yeah," Allie said with a laugh. But there was sadness there, not humor; her love life was going in the opposite direction.

They got to the playroom downstairs. It was a big room with lots of toys and an Xbox connected to a huge TV. Anna and DJ were playing with the other kids (all about the same age). The kids were being carefully watched by the 4 teenage girls. 

Mike and Allie sat off to the side and watched the kids play. "Seems under control," Allie said.

Mike picked up on Allie's melancholy. He said "Sorry to hear about you and Darren. Are you still trying to get back together?"

"We did therapy," Allie said looking sad and resigned. "Darren comes over once a week to see DJ. But we barely talk. Like there's a wall between us."

"It's all about his fantasies?" Mike whispered.

Allie didn't respond. She looked sad and resigned. As if trying to force herself into a good mood, she grinned and said "Come on bubble boy, I need a drink." She got up and started walking up the stairs.

Mike looked over at Anna. She was in paradise playing with DJ and the other kids and the 4 teenagers seemed to have everything under control. He looked at the stairs. Allie was already half way up. She wore short shorts. Allie's legs weren't as good as Jen's but they were ... really nice. Not as long, or slim, or shapely, but better than most. Way better. Mike got up and followed Allie up the stairs.

Upstairs, Allie was already surrounded by a bunch of guys. That didn't take long. Mike wasn't surprised. That was how it always was with Allie and Jen. They were men-magnets. 

Allie was laughing and joking with the guys. She was like a different person now, the melancholy of a few moments ago forgotten. It reminded Mike of the old Allie, the happy-go-lucky Allie who partied hardie with guys like Scott. Mike wondered. Which was the real Allie? This one? Or the one downstairs of a few moments ago?

Mike watched Allie flirt for a few moments. When Jen flirted it was like a subtle tease with everything having elusive sexual undertones. Jen kept you guessing. Was that an accidental touch or an intended caress? Did she mean to reveal so much thigh when she crossed her legs? Was that smile and whisper into your ear an invitation? 

Allie was different. She was out there, bold and deliberate. There was little subtlety. She took what she wanted. If she wanted a guy he knew it. Unlike Jen, with Allie there were no doubts or questions. Like Jen though, Allie was so beautiful and sexy she almost always got what she wanted.

Maybe that was the difference between the 2 best friends. Jen wanted to be pursued and conquered; she wanted to be taken. Whereas Allie took what she wanted. Jen was a bottom and Allie a top.

Mike was happy to see Allie getting so much attention from the guys there. Both to get her mind off Darren, and also to keep her away from him. He always felt awkward around Allie. He felt even more so now with this crazy idea of them hooking up. How ridiculous. They were so different. Yes they had history but it was mostly bad (or at best indifferent) history. Also what about Darren? He and Darren were friends. Mike wasn't going to betray a friend by doing something with his wife even if they were heading towards divorce.

Mike got a beer and mingled a little. When people asked (and everyone did), he said Jen got hung up at work. 

Mike went back downstairs to the playroom. The babysitters were feeding the kids a late lunch of hot dogs and mac & cheese. Mike didn't want to be a helicopter parent. At the same time, he didn't enjoy mingling and all the mindless chit-chat of the party. So he grabbed a hot dog and went out to the porch next to the playroom. He read his Kindle while eating the hot dog and sipping his beer.

Around mid-afternoon Anna came outside. DJ was with her. "Daddy let's go to the beach," she said tugging his arm. DJ tugged his other arm. Mike laughed and got up. "Let's find your mom," he said to DJ.

Allie was upstairs among a crowd of people. She was talking with RH. Mike didn't know him well, only that his parents loved "Happy Days" and named him Ron Howard. No wonder the dude went by his initials. 

RH had separated from his wife a few months ago. He and Allie were flirting. Mike wasn't surprised as RH was definitely a Scott-type looks-wise. "Well good," Mike though. RH was a nice enough guy. On top of that he wore a Mets jersey. Maybe he and Allie could hit it off and help each other get over their failing marriages. 

Approaching Allie, Mike said "I thought I'd take the kids to the beach."

"Oh okay, that sounds like a good idea," Allie said.

"I can handle it," Mike offered giving RH a slight nod. He didn't want to interrupt RH making moves on Allie.

"I'll go," Allie said putting her beer down. "See you later RH," she said with a smile. 

"There's a bonfire later," RH said.

"Cool beans," Allie said, giving him a smile and lingering look before turning away.

Mike and Allie agreed to meet outside by the dunes in 15 minutes. He took Anna to their bedroom to get dressed. (Mike lucked out. In the lottery, he and Anna got a bedroom. No such luck for Allie and DJ though as they had to sleep in cots hostel style in the playroom downstairs.)

As they got into their bathing suits, Mike's iPhone buzzed. His heart leaped when he saw it was a text from Jen. It said "Hey baby. Did you make it okay? Having fun? How's Anna? Seen Allie yet?" 

There was a picture attached. Of Jen. It looked like a selfie. 

Mike's eyes went wide. Jen looked gorgeous as usual. But her hair was tussled and her cheeks flushed. She looked freshly fucked. On top of that, she was wearing a man's dress shirt.

Frank's shirt.

In their game, there were some things that really got to Mike. You'd think seeing Jen going down on a guy or getting fucked, or a guy splattering her beautiful face with his cum, those types of things would be the worst. But they weren't. Not even close. 

Jen smiling and making eyes with a guy. Holding his hand. Kissing him. Sharing sweet nothings. And wearing his shirt. Intimate things like that were the worst. They made his cuckold angst go into overdrive. And they got him really hard.

This wouldn't do of course. Tenting his bathing suit. Not around Anna and DJ. And certainly not around Allie.

Mike turned his thoughts to sports. The Mets and Jets, that always did the trick. The collapse of the Mets in the World Series. The litany of Jets embarrassments, like the butt fumble and the backup linebacker breaking the starting quarterback's jaw (probably deserved but still embarrassing, especially when Ryan immediately signed him).

That did the trick. Mike lost the erection. Wanting to keep it that way, he decided to wait until later to text Jen back. There was another reason he didn't text back immediately. In her text, he sensed Jen's need for an update on Anna. That made sense, probably all mothers were wired that way, having the need to know the whereabouts of their children at all times. 

Well, Jen made her choice. She was with her boyfriend in New York, instead of here in the Hamptons with her husband and daughter. She was getting fucked and cumming on Frank's cock. She was wearing his shirt. So if she had to wait for an update on Anna, too bad. 

Mike knew that was unfair. After all, he encouraged her to stay in the City and meet Frank's Broadway friends. Still, she didn't have to enjoy it so much. Barely the afternoon and already fucking Frank? Whatever happened to not spending too much time with him?

The water was too cold for swimming but that didn't stop Anna and DJ from splashing at the edge of the surf and making sand castles. Mike managed to put lotion on Anna before she ran off with DJ. With her fair, lily white complexion (just like Jen's) he ladled on the sun tan lotion. Allie sprayed on lotion but wasn't as concerned about sun burn given DJ's caramel colored skin. She wasn't worried too much about herself either, not with her olive Mediterranean complexion. 

Mike and Allie sat next to each on the sand as they watched the kids play. She wore a short stringy sundress with a bikini underneath. 

"Heard from Jen?" Allie asked.

"She texted me."

Allie heard something in Mike's voice. She asked "Can I see?"

Mike was a private person so his instinct was to say no. But he didn't want to be rude and Allie knew all about their game. On top of that she was Jen's best friend. So he handed his phone to her.

Allie read the text: "Hey baby. Did you make it okay? Having fun? How's Anna? Seen Allie yet?" She grinned when she looked at the picture of Jen looking freshly fucked and wearing her lover's shirt. "You two are so out of control," she said with a laugh. 

"Thanks a lot," Mike said with a laugh back, but it was without any humor.

Allie studied Mike for a moment. "Why do you keep doing it if you hate it?" she asked.

Mike shrugged but didn't say anything. Allie frowned at him. Feeling annoyed, she said sarcastically "You know Mike, it's easier to have a conversation if you actually talk instead of grunt all the time."

Mike frowned back at her, stung by her rebuke. This was the Allie he knew. But while Mike was anti-social to the point of being a recluse, he didn't want to be impolite. He said "Sorry. I guess it's a defense mechanism. When I don't have a good answer."

"Most times people don't have good answers," Allie told him. "That's why we talk. To work things out."

"Yeah," Mike said with another shrug, feeling chastised. At least this time he added "yeah" to his shrug.

"You know she's just dicking with you," Allie said. "Wearing his shirt."

"Wearing his shirt after sex," Mike pointed out with a "yeah right" tone of voice.

"I so don't get you bubble boy," Allie said with a laugh. "You want it but you don't want it."

Again Mike shrugged but didn't respond. Allie shook her head but didn't give him shit this time.

"So what did you say back?" she asked.

"I haven't," Mike said.

"What?" Allie said her eyes going wide with surprise and alarm. "You've been here for hours and haven't called Jen to say you're okay? She's probably worried sick."

"I doubt that," Mike said, waving his phone to remind Allie about Jen's freshly fucked look.

"God Mike, don't be an ass," Allie said disapprovingly.

Allie's judgmental retort stung. Mike knew she was right. He gave up the silent treatment and typed a message to Jen. He still felt raw about the picture so his text was pretty unemotional. It said "We got here okay. At the beach now. Ocean too cold for swimming but Anna is making sandcastles with DJ." 

Jen didn't see the text until later. At the moment she was being pampered by her stylists.

Mike and Allie were silent for long moments as they watched the kids play. Finally Allie said "So you asked about Darren."

"Yeah," Mike said turning to her.

"I wanted to ask you about him," Allie said. "I don't get him. Maybe you do."

"Okay," Mike said. He waited for Allie to explain. 

"So yeah, it's about his fantasies," Allie said, answering Mike's question from before. She was talking about Darren's BBC fantasies and his desire to bed married white wives. "It's made a wall between us."

"I thought you worked that out," Mike said. 

"We opened our marriage," Allie said with a nod. "But the sex isn't enough for him. He wants to get other white girls pregnant. Like Stacy. That's fucked up Mike."

Mike nodded. He understood how it was with black bulls like Darren and Deshawn. The turn on for them. Mike was on the other side of the equation and it turned him on too.

Reading his thoughts, Allie shrugged and said glumly "No offense."

"That's okay. It is fucked up," Mike agreed.

"So - can he change?" she asked.

Mike thought about his own fantasies. Can HE change? "I'm not sure," he said honestly, answering for both himself and Darren.

"That's so fucked up," Allie said, frustrated and angry. "I don't want my husband getting other girls pregnant. Is that too much to ask?"

"No," Mike said honestly.

"What about you?" Allie said challengingly. "You want other men to get Jen pregnant?"

Mike's cheeks reddened. "It's a fantasy," he said defensively.

"But it happened twice," she pointed out.

Mike's face clouded over. They both knew the first time ended in a miscarriage for Jen and almost death for Mike. "Sorry," Allie said.

"The first time was an accident," Mike said. "The second time, we weren't together."

"Yeah but, are you still playing that fantasy?" Allie asked, although now her voice carried less of an edge.

"Allie, look, I said it was fucked up," Mike said evasively. "But sometimes fantasies are hard to stop. Don't you have fantasies?"

Allie gave Mike a withering, derisive look. It was like she was saying "Do you seriously think you're good enough to hear about my sexual fantasies?"

It reminded Mike of college. Back then she gave him that look a lot. Back then it was "Don't even think about it bubble boy. You have no chance with me. I'm so far out of your league we're not even on the same planet."

After a moment Allie's expression softened. She said "Sorry. I guess that's my defense mechanism."

Despite her apology, Mike felt small and awkward. Like the way he felt around Allie back in college. She was the uber-popular chick and he the shy math geek. Jen was super-popular too. But Jen was bubbly and friendly; she wanted everyone to like her even the non-populars. Allie was feisty and aloof; she didn't give a fuck if you liked her or not. Of course, most people did (especially men).

Mike gave Allie a shrug but didn't respond. They sat that way for a while, not talking, watching the kids play in the sand.

"So anyway ...," Allie said to break the silence.

"Darren probably can't change," Mike said. "But you can still make it work. You just have to find a middle ground."

"Like what?" 

Thinking about Jen going off the pill but making Frank pull out or use a condom, he said "Something that'll make it feel real for Darren. But not really be real."

"I don't know," Allie said gloomily. "I think he wants it to be real."

"If he loves you, he'll meet you halfway," Mike said encouragingly.

"Do you think Darren still loves me?" Allie asked hopefully.

"I don't know Allie," Mike said honestly. "I haven't talked to Darren in a while."

Allie looked distressed at his answer. She said "You know Mike, most people would say 'yeah Allie, Darren definitely loves you. He just needs time.' Something like that."

Feeling like he put his foot in his mouth, Mike stammered "Sorry, I -."

"That's okay," Allie said with a humorless laugh. She looked sad and resigned, but perhaps a little grateful too. "I'm tired of bullshit. Maybe time to face reality. No more bullshit." She went silent, looking contemplative.

Mike felt like an idiot. He hadn't helped the situation at all. It was at awkward times like this he didn't know what to say. That's another reason he loved Jen. She took care of all this. She always knew what to say to make people feel good about themselves. If she was here Mike would've been able to let her handle it. He could relax knowing Jen would handle it.

They were silent for a long time, watching the kids play, watching the sun set. Finally Mike stood up and said "We better get the kids dinner."

"Yeah, good idea," Allie said. She stood up too and shook the sand off. Still looking melancholy, she said "I don't feel like going back to the house. There's a pizza place down the road."

"Sure," Mike said. They corralled in the kids and the 4 of them walked to the pizza joint.

As they shared a cheese pizza, Mike said "RH's a nice guy."

Allie knew where Mike was going with this. Still looking melancholy, she said "Nice try bubble boy. But I'm not looking for a weekend fling."

"Doesn't sound like the Allie I know," Mike said giving her a grin.

"What?" Allie said with a surprised laugh.

"The 'fuck the world' Allie. The 'I'm better than everyone else' Allie. The 'in your dreams' Allie. The feisty Allie. The in-your-face Allie."

"Thanks a lot. You make me sound like such a nice person," Allie lamented.

"I'm just saying, the Allie I know would say 'fuck Darren,' and then she'd fuck RH's brains out. And love it."

"I don't know Mike," Allie said doubtfully. She knew he was trying to cheer her up but she wasn't feeling it. She felt sad and resigned, tired, defeated even. "I don't think that Allie exists anymore."

Mike felt sad too. He said "That's too bad. I like that Allie. I miss her." To his surprise, Mike realized what he said was true.

Allie stared at Mike. She looked down, like she was blushing. "Okay, whatever," she said with a grin.

It was dark when they left the pizza joint. The sandy sidewalk was lit by a few scattered lamp posts. Just ahead, about halfway to the house, were a few tough guys hanging out next to a beat up Dodge Challenger. They looked like day laborers, heavily muscled and tattooed. They were drinking beer and smoking weed. Allie was on their side of the sidewalk holding DJ and Anna's hands. All the men hungrily eyed Allie in her short sundress. She felt a tingle of fear and clutched the kids' hands tighter.

Mike moved so he was between the men and Allie and the kids. One of the men saw it and shouted out "Don't disrespect us man, we ain't gonna do nothing."




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 35



Mike said "I've got the girl and 2 kids. What would you do?"

"We ain't no hoods man," another man said. Mike nodded at him and put his hand on Allie's back, urging her forward.

"What would you've done if they did something?" Allie asked as they arrived at the house.

"I don't know," Mike said honestly. Allie stared at Mike for a moment. Then she smiled and shook her head.

Anna and DJ ran down to the playroom as soon as they got into the house. All the kids were there and the babysitters were setting up the cots in rows like a hostel. Anna begged Mike to sleep downstairs with the other kids. Relenting, Mike said to Allie "I guess you can have the bedroom. I'll sleep with Anna and DJ down here."

"We'll see how it goes," Allie said.

Mike gave her a look, as if saying "You can have the bedroom with RH."

Reading his thoughts, Allie laughed and said "We'll see." She seemed less melancholy now. She had more pep in her step.

Despite their excitement, all the kids were soon fast asleep, exhausted from a day of playing in the sun and water. It was just after 7pm. Remembering his meeting with Jasmine, Mike asked Allie "Would you mind watching Anna for about an hour? I've got to meet someone. For work."

"What? Now?" Allie said surprised.

"Yeah I've been doing some consulting," Mike said evasively.

"Yeah, okay," Allie said. She gave Mike an inquisitive look but didn't pursue it.

Mike drove to the bar Jasmine picked out. She was already there waiting in the parking lot looking anxious. They exchanged a brief hug hello. Then Jasmine said "Let's talk in my car." She didn't want to risk being recognized in the bar.

Mike nodded. Being inconspicuous was good. It would definitely be a bad thing if a photo of their meeting ended up on the New York Times society page.

"The video's destroyed," Mike told Jasmine once they were inside her car. 

"Willy?" Jasmine asked.

"We made it clear it's in his best interests to leave you alone," Mike said.

"Who's we?" Jasmine asked.

"You know I work at CATF?" Mike said.

"Yes."

Mike shrugged. He said again, "I work at CATF." He said it like that should answer her question. In fact it did.

"So, you're important enough at CATF you can do things like this?" Jasmine asked looking surprised and impressed.

"It wasn't exactly authorized."

"God Mike. Are you in trouble?" 

"Not if they don't find out," Mike said honestly.

"God," Jasmine lamented. "I'm so sorry about this."

"It's okay Jas, I owe you way more than this," Mike assured her, squeezing her hand.

"It's really over?" Jasmine said still looking anxious but mostly relieved.

"Yes," Mike assured her. 

Jasmine gave him a grateful smile. Then her expression turned hesitant. "Did you watch the video?" she asked.

"The beginning," Mike admitted looking embarrassed. "I erased it. No copies are left," he assured her.

"So ... you saw me and Dee?" Jasmine asked hesitantly.

Mike nodded, feeling embarrassed.

"I guess I owe you an explanation," Jasmine said.

"No Jasmine, it's okay."

"No, I want to," Jasmine said, squeezing Mike's hand. She knew he deserved an explanation for a number of reasons. "So ... I guess I've always been confused. I like boys. But I like girls too. I guess I'm bi."

Mike nodded but didn't say anything, letting her tell him at her own pace.

"I ignored it a long time. Denied it I guess. My dad. He would not be able to deal with it," Jasmine explained. She grimaced at the thought of her father finding out. "Then I met Dee. She was my roommate in college."

"So Deidre's your girlfriend?" Mike asked gently.

"Off and on," Jasmine said with a shrug. "We both had demons to deal with. It's hard admitting to yourself you're different. That you're not like everyone else."

"So ... Dee's bi too?" Mike asked hesitantly.

"I don't know. She doesn't know," Jasmine said looking frustrated. "She's had boyfriends. She was even engaged once. Do you get what I'm saying Mike? You want to be normal. I want to be normal."

"Who defines normal?" Mike said. "Normal changes. Look at Caitlyn Jenner. Compared to her you and Dee are boring and conventional."

"I guess," Jasmine said with a humorless laugh. "Doubt my dad will think so. Or the voters."

"The world's moving Jas," Mike said.

"Donald Trump wants to ban an entire religion from immigrating to the United States," Jasmine pointed out. "It's not moving fast enough." Mike was silent, not having a response to that.

After a moment, Jasmine said "Anyway, I'm telling you this so you know I wasn't just dicking with you. I really liked you. When we were dating."

Mike nodded but didn't say anything. Like before with Allie, he didn't know how to deal with awkward situations like this. Talking about the past with an old girlfriend.

At that moment Mike's phone rang. He glanced at the caller ID. His heart did a flip when he saw it was Jen. He decided not to answer though, not wanting to take a chance of revealing he was with Jasmine Kelly. He hit "end" and put the phone back in his pocket.

"Jen?" Jasmine asked. When Mike nodded yes, she said "She's here?" 

Mike didn't answer immediately. Jasmine got it. She said "She's with Frank?"

"... yeah," Mike hesitantly admitted, his cheeks going red. "They're back in the City." 

Jasmine nodded. She knew all about their game. She didn't approve. She didn't understand why Mike put up with it. But he made his choice. He chose Jen. The flat chested bitch. Over her. It still stung. 

Jasmine didn't understand why he would choose Jen over her. Well, that wasn't true. She understood. It didn't help though. It still hurt.

Mike's iPhone buzzed indicating a new text. He knew it was Jen. He urgently wanted to read the text but wanted to be alone when he did. "I better get going," he told Jasmine, reaching for the car door.

Jasmine grabbed his wrist. "Do me a favor? Don't tell Jen about any of this."

"I won't," Mike promised. He had his own reasons for not telling Jen. Namely, she would go ballistic if she knew he had helped Jasmine Kelly.

Jasmine held onto Mike's wrist. She wanted to - what do you call it? Make him an offer? A proposition? 

Ultimately she decided not to. Not so much because of Mike. But ... 

"So I guess I'll see you," Jasmine said, letting Mike's wrist go. "Thank you Mike. You saved me. You really did."

"That's what friends do," Mike said. "Like how you saved me."

Jasmine nodded. She looked at Mike and gave him a hesitant smile. She had the urge to kiss him. Not just from gratefulness. What he did, that was real power. And it was sexy. But like the unsaid proposition, she didn't.

***********************

Mike hurried back to the beach house. He went downstairs to the playroom to check on Anna. She was sound asleep along with the other kids. Allie wasn't around but the 4 babysitters were there, quieting watching a movie and tapping away on their phones. 

Back upstairs the party was going strong. People were everywhere, talking, laughing, drinking and having fun. Mike didn't see Allie. Was she with RH at the bonfire? Or maybe in the bedroom?

Mike went into a bathroom for privacy. After locking the door he looked at the text. As he hoped it was from Jen! It said "So glad you're having fun baby. Missing you and the banana. Take tons of pics! Is Allie with you? Anyway, I'm wearing stockings tonight. Knew you would want to see. Love you forever! Your Jen (forever!)."

With both anticipation and wariness, Mike scrolled to the picture. Jen looked stunning as always. She was sitting on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, showing a lot of shapely thigh. Her fabulous legs always looked smooth and toned, like they were air brushed. But in the picture they looked even silkier. Mike knew it was from wearing stockings. 

Stockings. When had Jen last worn stockings or hose of any kind? Mike couldn't remember. And now she was wearing stockings for Frank. For Frank. It made his heart ache, but also got him hard.

Mike panned around and zoomed into the picture. Jen was his wife and he last saw her just that morning. But it was like she was a different person. At that moment she was Frank's girlfriend, not his wife. And he couldn't get enough, he wanted to see every detail, every nuance.

He zoomed into her beautiful face. Her makeup was different, a shade darker and heavier. Was that how Jen did her makeup when she was with Frank? Is that how he liked it?

Mike panned and zoomed to her lap. He searched for the tale tell signs. It took only a moment before he saw them. Slight bumps in her skirt. Jen wasn't just wearing stockings, she wore a garter belt too. For Frank. Mike felt dizzy with cuckold angst and lust.

He panned and zoomed to her chest. She looked a little bigger than usual and he saw no sign of the nipple rings. That told Mike she was wearing one of her new padded bras. The ones Frank bought her. The dress was new too. Another gift from Frank. Mike knew she wore Frank's diamond jewelry underneath the dress. 

Yes, she wore his Sophia ring on her right hand. But Frank's jewelry was more intimate. In her sweet belly button. And also literally under her lingerie, in her perky nipples. 

Frank was really into piercings. Was he done? Where was next? Mike knew. Jen's most intimate spot. Her clit. Would she let Frank pierce her clit? Put his diamond there?

It was like a home settler claiming land with a flag. "Her breasts are mine, her stomach is mine," Mike imagined Frank saying. "Now I'll make her pussy mine."

Mike thought about his limits. No boob job. No tattoos. No changes to her hair. Why had he said nothing about piercings? Because he wanted to leave the door open? He wanted Frank to claim more of his wife's sexy body?

Mike felt dizzy. He put his hand on the sink to steady himself. "It's alright," he told himself. "They're only piercings, they aren't permanent. It's only a game."

After steadying himself, he looked at the phone again. He saw there was another text. From Frank. It said "Jenny and I are about to go to dinner. I hope you're enjoying your evening with Allie. Give my regards to Allie and Anna."

There was a picture. Of Frank and Jen. They were sitting close, their cheeks practically touching as they looked into the camera. Frank's arm was around her. They looked like a couple out on a date. Mike knew that's what they were. A boyfriend and girlfriend out on a date.

He couldn't stand it any longer. He took out his cock. He held his iPhone in one hand. With his other he stroked himself, scrolling through the pictures. It took only a moment before he came. His body lurched and he shot a rope of semen into the toilet.

Panting, Mike fixed his pants and washed his hands and face. As always, with his lust sated, he was hit with all the dark emotions. He looked at the picture of Frank and Jen again. His eyes focused on Frank. Mike's insecurities flared. He knew Frank was the better man. He might be older but he was handsomer, he had the better body. He was rich and powerful. He was going to make Jen's Broadway dreams come true. 

Mike stared at the picture for long moments. Jen looked happy. Sitting close to Frank, inside his arm. Snuggled into him. Happy to be with him. Happy to be his girl.

Mike clenched his eyes shut, trying to get hold of himself. "Get a grip! It's just a game!" he told himself. Jen was still his. She was just playing with Frank.

Composing himself, Mike thought about calling Jen back. But she was probably still at dinner with Frank and his Broadway friends. So instead he sent her a text: "Anna's great. Already asleep. We went to that pizza place for dinner."

Then Mike left the bathroom and went in search of a drink. He saw Allie coming in the door with a bunch of other people. She was walking close to RH. So close in fact they seemed to be together.

To Mike's surprise, Allie immediately left RH's side and walked over to him. "Just get back?" she asked.

"Yeah. How's the bonfire?" Mike asked.

"Too windy," Allie said with a shrug. "Everyone's going to the pool." There was an indoor pool in a pavilion connected to the house. Seeing the unenthusiastic look on Mike's face, Allie grinned and said "Come on, you've got to come with us. Jen'll be pissed at me if I let you be a hermit all weekend."

At the pool Mike chatted with a few friends as Allie flirted with RH. Allie peeled off her sweatshirt and shorts (she must've changed since dinner). Every male head (including Mike's) turned to look at her. Allie had a classic hourglass figure. For a time after having DJ she'd let herself go a little. But she'd been dieting and working out with Jen a lot. Now, Allie had her pre-baby figure back. She looked fabulous, definitely back to her Allie-Oh-La-La glory.

Abruptly Allie looked over at Mike. His cheeks flushed, realizing she caught him staring. Mike's thoughts flashed back to the last time he was at this house. It was a few years ago when the Jen/Scott thing was just starting. Just as now, Allie caught him staring at her in a revealing bikini. Back then she'd given him one of those withering "you have no chance with me looks." 

This time was different. To his surprise, Allie gave him a friendly smile and an inquiring "are you okay?" look. Mike nodded to her, as if saying "I'm good." Allie looked at him for a moment longer then returned to flirting with RH. To his surprise, Mike felt a kinship with Allie, like they were on the same team.

Mike took out his iPhone and was disappointed to see Jen hadn't texted back. He looked again at the pictures from before. He was studying them so intently he didn't notice as Allie walked up.

"What's so interesting?" she asked.

"Nothing," Mike sputtered out.

Allie gave him a knowing, sly smile. "Come on, let me see," she said holding her hand out.

Mike hesitated but realized that was silly. Allie knew everything and Jen would show her later if he didn't. So he handed Allie his phone.

Allie looked at the pictures. First the picture of Jen in Frank's shirt looking freshly fucked (the one she saw before). Then Jen in stockings. Then Jen and Frank sitting cheek to cheek with his arm around her. 

Allie looked up at Mike and saw the pain and angst on his face. "Why do you do it?" she asked. It was the same question she asked before. Why do it if it hurts so much?

Mike didn't answer at first. Then he said "She's doing what I want."

Allie studied Mike. Yeah, she saw pain there. But she saw excitement too.

Feeling uncomfortable, Mike said "I think I'll go to bed."

Allie looked at Mike for a moment longer. Then she nodded and gave him back his iPhone.

"Do you want the room?" Mike whispered, glancing over Allie's shoulder at RH. RH was talking to others but he repeatedly looked at Allie. He was clearly waiting for her to return.

Allie couldn't help smiling. How far they'd come. Who'd ever thought bubble boy would be HER wingman. 

"I haven't decided," she said honestly. "Are you going to bed right now?"

"I might be up a while," Mike said. 

"I'll see you later then," Allie said. She gave him a knowing grin, suspecting what bubble boy was going to do with those sexy pictures of Jen on his phone. 

A little while later Allie got a text on her phone. It was from Jen. It said: "What's happening? Where's Mike? What are YOU doing?!!"

Allie rolled her eyes and laughed. "What is it?" RH asked.

"It's nothing," Allie said still grinning. Moving away slightly so RH couldn't see, she sent a text back to Jen: "Will you calm down. Mike had a heart attack seeing those pics. He's probably someplace wanking off. Don't worry he's still your BB."

Mike went downstairs to check on Anna. She and the other kids (including the babysitters) were asleep. Mike laid down next to Anna on the cot. He tossed and turned for a while. He couldn't sleep thinking about what Jen was doing with Frank. Finally, not wanting to wake Anna up, he went back upstairs.

The party was starting to die down. Mike wondered if Allie was with RH in the bedroom. For a moment he pictured RH kissing Allie and taking off her string bikini. Then Mike's phone buzzed with a text. Allie was immediately forgotten as he hurriedly opened the text. It was from Jen! It said "Hey baby - Just had dinner with the Broadway crowd. Lots to tell you! Want to talk to you. Call me! Love you bunches, your baby."

Mike stared at the text for long moments. "Lots to tell you!" What did that mean? It had to mean she scored a part. But how? She must've auditioned. But she promised not to audition without him being there. Did Jen break another promise?

Mike immediately called Jen. No answer. He called again and again. Still no answer. Where was she?

Getting worried, Mike called and texted continuously for the next hour. He texted things like "I just called" and "are you ok?" and "Pick up I'm getting worried." Jen didn't pick up or respond to any of his texts. Mike started to get frantic. Was she okay? Was she hurt?

Finally his iPhone buzzed with a text. But it wasn't from Jen. It was from Frank. It said: "Mike - Jenny's too busy to talk. Pictures from tonight. Enjoy. Frank."

Mike held his breath as he scrolled through the pictures. The pictures were of Jen getting fucked by 4 men. The men weren't like Jen's normal Adonis-type lovers. These men were old, balding, ugly, fat. But Jen didn't seem to mind. In fact it was clear from the pictures she was loving getting banged by these men. 

Mike saw all the men were well endowed. Maybe that's all Jen really needed, he thought. Big cocks. He knew his wife was a size queen. He also knew his cock didn't satisfy her no matter what she said. 

Mike hurried to the bathroom. He went to the same as before as it was off the beaten path and didn't get a lot of traffic. He took out his cock and slowly stroked himself as he scrolled through the pictures. "Fuck that slut," he softly chanted as he scrolled through the pictures of the 4 fat ugly men fucking his wife. "Fuck that nasty slut." Moments later he came. 

Mike staggered from the bathroom. He felt unsteady as a rush of dark emotions hit him. He needed a drink so he walked to the kitchen. Luckily he didn't run into anyone so he was able to compose himself somewhat.

To his surprise, Allie was there when he walked in, rummaging through the cabinets. "Oh hi," she said seeing Mike. She had her sweatshirt and shorts back on. 

"What are you looking for?" Mike asked.

"Something stronger than beer and wine," Allie said. Mike was all for that. He helped her look and they finally found a bottle of cheap tequila. There were no clean glasses so they each took a slug from the bottle.

"What are you up to?" Mike asked, curious about RH.

"One," Allie said. She took another drink of the tequila and said "Two." Mike grinned. 

"I feel like some air," Allie said. "Come on, keep me company." Mike nodded. He could use some air too.

They walked on the beach, sharing the bottle of tequila (but now taking sips instead of gulps). The beach was softly illuminated by the moon and the light from the big mansions next to the dunes. They arrived at the bonfire. They were the only ones there. The wind had died down and there were embers still burning, making it a pleasant place to be. They sat on the sand in front of the embers and looked at the moon over the ocean.

Remembering, Mike said "Happy birthday."

"Don't remind me," Allie said, not happy about turning 30. "I think your pretty wife and I are going to celebrate at happy hour or something."

"Oh okay, good," Mike said.

"How is she?" Allie asked.

Mike hesitated, then said "She's being Jen."

Allie laughed, knowing what that meant. She said "You said you want that."

"I do want it," Mike said.

"But it drives you crazy too," Allie said. She asked again, "So why do you do it?"




Cheating and Rivals Pt. 35



Mike shrugged. He didn't answer at first, taking another sip of the vodka. Then he said "Do you think, if we didn't play the game, Jen would cheat on me?"

"Hold on cowboy, no fair," Allie said taking the bottle from Mike and taking a sip. "She's my best friend. You can't ask me that."

"You know about Wesley right?" Mike said.

"... yes," Allie admitted after a moment's hesitation.

"Were you part of that?" Mike asked.

"What?"

"Did you setup Jen with Wesley? He was your boyfriend's friend back then."

"God Mike she didn't tell me until after," Allie protested.

"But you never liked us together," Mike said.

"Mike ..." Allie sighed. "That was a long time ago okay? I like you together now."

They were silent for long moments. Then Allie said "Look Mike, people make mistakes. Jen was young. She was getting hit on all the time. You were in London. I'm not saying it was right. But shit happens sometimes."

"She cheated on me another time, when we were living together in New York, before we got married," Mike said.

Allie knew about that one too. "Are you really upset about this?" she asked. "With all the kinky shit you're into?"

"You asked me why," Mike said. "I'm telling you why."

"What?"

"Why we keep playing the game," Mike said.

Allie frowned, not sure what he meant by that. She asked "So, you play your game, because otherwise you think Jen'll cheat on you?"

"No," Mike said. "We play the game because Jen loves sex. And the variety. And all the romance. And I'm - like you said - I'm into shit."

Allie stared at Mike. Then she laughed. "God Mike," she said smiling incredulously at him. "At least you're honest." Mike couldn't help laughing (at himself).

Still grinning, Mike glanced behind them at the big mansions just beyond the dune. The one directly behind was incredibly big. The sight triggered a memory. He said "I wonder ..." 

"What?" Allie asked.

"The last time we were here," Mike said. "Jen just met Scott. They walked out here. Jen told me she saw a huge house. I wonder if that's the one."

Allie remembered and laughed. "Oh yeah I'm sure they were looking at the houses."

"What?" Mike said not understanding.

Still laughing, Allie said "I doubt Jen was looking at the houses with Scott's dick in her mouth."

Mike froze. It was like his heart stopped. But he didn't show it to Allie. Instead he kept a fake smile plastered on his face. "We better get back," he said abruptly, standing up.

"Oh okay," Allie said. She looked at him. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah fine," Mike said tersely. They walked back to the beach house in silence. Inside the house Mike asked "Do you want the bedroom?" 

"I already used it," Allie said. She gave him a conspiratorial grin, like a pilot to her wingman. Maverick to Goose.

Mike managed a smile. So RH got lucky with Allie. Well, good for him.

"Goodnight then," Mike said, clearly distracted.

"Yeah, goodnight," Allie said. She studied him. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Mike lied with the fake tight smile still on his face. 

After leaving Allie, Mike went downstairs to the playroom. Seeing Anna still sound asleep, Mike rushed upstairs to his assigned bedroom. He sat down on the edge of the bed, his heart pounding. He clutched the sheets as thoughts and emotions swirled through his head. 

Jen gave Scott a blowjob on the beach? But that's not what she told him. Jen said they kissed and fondled but that's all. (Author's note: Jen told Mike this in All In My Head Part 2.) 

Did it matter? After all, Jen DID go down on Scott later that night, in the bathroom. Beach or the bathroom. Why did it matter?

But it DID matter! Jen said they only kissed on the beach. Real intimacy - oral - came later that night, in the bathroom. Actual penetration sex with Scott only happened some time later after Jen admitted everything to him.

If Jen lied about the beach - if she DID go down on Scott - then she probably lied about everything else. That meant she probably had intercourse with Scott BEFORE she admitted everything about the Hamptons. In fact, she might have actually fucked Scott in the bathroom instead of just going down on him. Or maybe they even started fucking at Jack and Jill's wedding when they first met.

It was more lies and broken promises! More cheating! How could Mike trust Jen? For all he knew, maybe she was still fucking Scott. Maybe she was still fucking Clint or Ricky or even Drums.

Mike violently pressed his palms against his head. How could Jen do this to him? He adored her! Worshipped her! He gave her so much freedom. He forgave all her indiscretions. And yet ... and yet! She still repeatedly lied and broke promises. Still! Like tonight, auditioning for Frank's Broadway friends. What the fuck?! When she knew it was so important to him?! When she promised not to do that?! Another broken promise! What was he supposed to do?

Did she really love him? How could she with all the lies and broken promises? Maybe she was just using him. Maybe he was really just a friend to her, an emotional rock in the hurricane of life. Maybe this way she had it both ways, the security and stability of him and the romance and excitement of her lovers.

That's when Mike's emotions really started going off over the cliff. When he thought about the possibility of Jen not really loving him. Faking her feelings and affection (like the way she faked her orgasms sometimes). Really just loving him as a friend.

Maybe it wasn't just a game for Jen. Maybe, intentionally or not, she was trying out men for real. Ricky, Scott, Tom, Drums, Clint, Frank. She had Mike until she found the one she really wanted. The man who could give her everything. Then she'd dump him. Or keep him around as a safety net. That would be even worse.

Mike imagined that beach scene with Jen and Scott. Like a movie in his head. Maybe it started out as kissing. Then petting. Scott's hand inside Jen's blouse and bra. Jen getting hot as Scott rubbed her nipples and kissed up her neck and behind her ear. 

Jen moving her hand to his crotch. Rubbing him, feeling his size and hardness. That's when Jen would have lost control. When she felt how big he was. She probably missed having something so big after having only Mike's disappointingly thin, not even 5 incher for such a long time (since after Ricky ended and they got back together).

It would have happened fast. Jen undoing the snap of his pants. Edging her soft hand down his boxers (Mike imagined it was her left hand, with his wedding ring). Feeling him. Pulling him out. Looking at his big cock in the moonlight. 

Jen would have a major cum face on. Maybe she hesitated a moment, thinking of Mike in the beach house, probably looking for her, worried about her. But the big cock in her hand was too much to resist. So she pulled her long blonde hair back and then lowered her head. She opened her lips wide and took Scott into her mouth.

Jen bobbing up and down on Scott's long thick shaft. Her chin getting wet from her saliva and Scott's pre-cum. Scott's hands in her soft blonde hair, urging her to take him deeper down her throat. His hand going under her and back into her bra to fondle her small perfect breasts as she blew him.

Scott on the edge. Almost there. Jen sucking and stroking him faster, more urgently, wanting to give him pleasure. Scott's fingers locked in her hair. His head rolling back, a huge moan. His cock exploding in her mouth. Jen's throat muscles working frantically to swallow all of his huge load.

Jen cleaning Scott with her tongue as he softened in her mouth. Finally pulling off his cock. Seeing that even soft he was way bigger than her husband.

Scott pulling Jen into his arms and kissing her. "Give me a minute," he said. With her beautiful face and sexy body it would only take a minute or two to get hard again. And now he wanted to fuck.

"No, I have to get back," Jen would say, pulling out of his arms. "My husband."

"Forget him," Scott would say.

"I can't forget him Scott, he's my husband," Jen would say. 

Not "I love him." Just "he's my husband."

"Can I have that?" Jen said reaching for the beer bottle.

Scott handed her the beer bottle. Jen would take a big slug of the beer, sloshing it around her mouth, using it like mouth wash. So Mike wouldn't be able to taste Scott's cum.

"We have to get back," Jen said getting up.

"Wait," Scott said grabbing her wrist. "You haven't cum." He'd go down on her, or at least finger her.

"We've been gone too long," Jen would say, desperation creeping into her voice. "Mike's probably looking for me. I need to get back."

They walked back to the beach house. Jen let him hold her hand as they walked. Only as they got close did she let his hand go. But she still walked close to him. People looking at them would think they were a couple.

"Can I see you later?" Scott asked just before going into the house.

Jen hesitated only a moment. "I'll come get you tonight, after Mike's asleep," she would have said. She only made one mistake. She forget to tell Scott to bring a condom.

It was a measure of his cuckold obsession that Mike urgently stroked himself as this scene played out in his head. He came so hard his jizz shot up into the air (even though he already came a few times earlier that day). As he panted after cumming, he was flooded with all the dark emotions.

Mike tossed and turned all night long. Before sunrise he went to the Dunkin Donuts and got dozens of donuts, box carafes of hot coffee and a case of OJ. Back at the house he shunned the donuts and pounded black coffee. 

Anna and DJ wanted to play on the beach again before going home. Normally Mike would prefer to go home immediately, to see Jen. But why? She was probably still at Frank's. Getting her brains fucked out. Kissing him. Snuggling with him. Wearing his shirt. So why rush? Especially after what Allie told him.

"What the fuck is wrong?" Allie said to Mike as they sat on the beach watching their kids. He hadn't said 2 words since getting there. "You look like shit."

Mike turned to Allie. He didn't want to get into it. So rather than answering her question, he said "You like RH?"

Allie rolled her eyes, feeling frustrated. Did this guy EVER give straight answers?! She sighed feeling frustrated. Finally she said "He's okay. But I'm not ready for anything serious."

"He's a nice guy. You know, he's wearing 17," Mike pointed out. "Keith Hernandez."

Allie rolled her eyes again. "Why do men always think sports solves everything?" she asked, frustration in her voice.

Mike shrugged but didn't say anything. They watched the kids in mostly silence for another hour. The entire time Mike held his iPhone in his hand. He willed the phone to ring. He willed Jen to call him.

"Tell me anything," he said to himself, feeling desperate. "Tell me why I'm wrong. Tell me why it wasn't a lie. Tell me anything. I'll believe you. I'll forgive you. Just tell me." 

But Jen never called. She never texted. Nothing. Mike knew why. She was too busy with Frank. She didn't care about a lie told years ago. She probably didn't even remember it. It was just one of many. 

Finally Mike got up and said "I better get going."

Allie looked at Mike. "Are you pissed at Jen over something I said?" she asked. "Because if you are Jen is going to kill me."

"It's not you Allie," Mike said. To Allie's surprise, Mike leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. Then he corralled Anna and took her back to the beach house to wash up before the drive home.

Allie stayed on the beach, replaying the conversation from last night in her head. Mike had been fine but then he fell off the edge. What happened? Suddenly she realized her mistake. The blowjob on the beach! Jen's lie! "Fuck!" she said to herself. She got DJ and ran to the beach house. But when she got there Mike and Anna were already gone.

Mike took his time driving home. At some point his iPhone ran out of power (he forgot to charge it last night). He barely noticed. 

They stopped for lunch. Then gas. Then a snack. Once inside the City he purposely parked the Zipcar miles away from the loft apartment. Then he took his time on the subway home.

Mike and Anna finally arrived home. As they approached the loft apartment the door suddenly swung open.



Cheating and Rivals Pt. 36-37



Cheating and Rivals Part 36

"Mommieeeee!" Anna squealed when she saw Jen. She ran to her mother and leaped into her arms. Jen squeezed her daughter tight, tears of relief falling down her cheeks.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" Anna asked, her tiny hand going to Jen's cheeks.

"I'm just happy to see you honey," Jen said hugging Anna tight. She looked at Mike. He was definitely upset. She whispered "I wish you called."

Mike frowned at Jen. He said "What happened to your face?"

Jen looked down, disheartened. Her face was swollen and blotchy in places from Jimmy and his friends' rough treatment last night. But Mike's words and the look in his face stung even worse than their slaps. Yes, she knew he was mad and upset. But the first thing he mentions is her face? "I'll tell you later," she whispered.

Jen wiped the tears away with the back of her hand. Forcing a smile on her face and happiness into her voice, she picked up Anna and walked to the kitchen. "Come on honey," she said. "I made your favorite for dinner. Tell me everything that happened this weekend."

Mike stayed back in the family room. He felt angry and hurt. And what the fuck happened to her face?

After a few moments Jen walked out to him. She held a tumbler in her hand. "Come on baby, I made your favorite too. A ribeye steak and baked potato. I got sour cream and bacon bits," she said handing him the tumbler. The tumbler held an inch of scotch and one ice cube.

"I don't want Frank's scotch," Mike said bitterly. Frank had given Mike an expensive bottle of Highland Park (the one that cost over $1000).

Jen had anticipated her husband's reaction. "It's your Highland Park baby," she assured him. Mike hesitated a moment longer, then took the tumbler. Jen held out her hand. "I talked to Allie. I know why you're mad. You have every right. But come on honey. Let's have dinner with Anna. We'll talk later."

As with the tumbler, Mike hesitated. Finally he took his wife's hand and they walked together into the kitchen.

Mike and Jen managed to act normal during dinner. They didn't want Anna to know they were arguing and get upset. After putting Anna to bed, Jen said to Mike, "Do you want to talk now?"

Mike nodded. Jen took his hand and they walked into their bedroom. Mike got on the bed and Jen climbed on top of him. Mike resisted but Jen pushed his hands away. She held him and kissed all over his face. As she did she said over and over "I love you. I'm sorry. I love you."

Jen pushed Mike onto his back. Again he resisted but it was a half-hearted effort. He loved Jen. Adored her. Although he was angry and hurt, he was giving her every chance to explain. The worst thing would've been if she said "yeah I lied, deal with it." But she wasn't doing that.

Jen snuggled into him, pulling his arm around her. She wrapped her arms around him tight so he couldn't get away. Then she said "I admit I lied. I went down on Scott on the beach. But that's the only thing I lied about. You probably think we fucked in the bathroom. But we didn't. It was like what I said. We were going to fuck but he didn't have a condom. So I went down on him again, and he went down on me. That's what happened Mike. We didn't have sex until later, when you were there. I told you just that one lie. Just that one."

Mike was silent, processing all this. If it was just that one lie ...

He wanted to believe her. He wanted to. He asked "Why lie?"

"I wish I hadn't," Jen said squeezing him tighter. "At the time ... I don't know ... I thought ... it's just ..."

"Just tell me Jen," Mike said. He was mad and hurt but he didn't pull away from her. He just wanted to know.

Jen hesitated. Then she finally said "I was really into Scott back then. I guess I didn't want you to know how much. I know your fantasies. But if you knew how much, I thought you'd get upset."

"You didn't want to tell me you went down on him twice that night?" Mike said, not understanding.

Jen hesitated. Then, wanting to come clean with her husband, she said, "Yeah but, it's more than that. I really wanted Scott. So after we got back from the beach - after I went down on him - I was trying to figure out a way to get him alone. So we could fuck. If I told you what really happened - that we hooked up on the beach AND the bathroom - twice, not once - you'd figure it out. We'd talk, like we're doing now. And you'd figure it out. How much I was into Scott. I mean, back then, I thought about Scott all the time. It scared me. Not just the physical part. What I was feeling. So I didn't want you to know. Because I didn't want to hurt you. So that's why I lied."

Mike nodded slowly, processing all this. After a moment he said "But I know you get infatuated."

"I know you know," Jen said hugging him. "But this was back then. I get it better now. But still ... I don't think you understand how intense it gets. When you're infatuated with someone."

"Jen, I know," Mike said looking into his wife's eyes. He was still infatuated with Jen. Even after all these years.

Jen smiled and beamed into her husband's eyes. She snuggled deeper into his arm.

"Was Scott different?" he asked. "From Ricky? Or Tom?"

Jen looked at her husband. She saw excitement on his face. She moved her hand to his crotch. He was hard. She began to softly stroke him over his pants. "They're all different baby," she said, kissing him on his cheek. "Scott happened so fast. I met him at Jack and Jill's wedding and then bam. With Ricky it built up. Tom was that way too."

"How intense it got with Scott," Mike said. "It happens with all your boyfriends?"

"Yeah, I mean, less with Tom," Jen said. "More with Ricky."

Mike raised an eyebrow at that. "So you were more into Ricky than Scott?"

"I guess they are like real boyfriends," Jen said, kissing him again. This time she let her soft lips linger on his cheek. "You know. You like some better than others. So yeah, Ricky more than Scott."

"What do you mean they're like real boyfriends?" Mike asked, emphasizing the word like. "Aren't they real boyfriends?"

Jen shrugged and said "I actually think I've only had 2 real boyfriends in my wife. You and Colin. Clint too I guess. Sort of. I don't know. Everyone else is just the game."

"But you said the infatuation gets intense," Mike said. "You can't stop thinking about them."

Jen moved her hand lower to between his legs. She caressed over his balls with just her fingertips. Mike was breathing hard now. He parted his legs slightly to give Jen easier access. Jen kissed his cheek again. Then she moved slightly, so her lips were close to his ear. She whispered huskily, "That's right baby. It gets so bad I can't stop thinking about them. But not with all of them. Not really with Tom. Or Clint. A little but not that much. But with Ricky. With Scott and Frankie, for a little while. Yeah, it got like that."

Jen continued to stroke him. Mike knew if she kept doing that he was going to cum in his pants. "Stop," he said, grabbing her hand. He pulled her hand up to his chest. They were still snuggling together, Mike's arm around her, Jen's head on his chest in the crook of his neck. 

"I'm terrible huh?" Jen said again. She began playing with the buttons of his shirt. She often did that (and, mimicking her mother, Anna also often played with the buttons of her daddy's shirt).

"You're perfect," Mike gushed.

Jen smiled, a warm glow running through her. Relief too. It felt like they were pass the bad part. She grabbed a handful of his shirt and squeezed him tight. "I think sometimes it gets so intense because of you," she mused, as if thinking out loud. "Because you're there. I can let go. You know? Live for the moment. I don't have to worry about the future, if they'll take care of me, if they'll be there. Because they're not real. You're real Mike. I know you'll always take care of me. You'll always love me. So I can let myself go with them."

"I will," Mike promised, hugging her tighter. What she said made him feel incredibly good. He felt secure with their love, their relationship and marriage, his place in her life. After a moment he asked "What about Frank?" 

Jen moved her hand to his crotch again. He was still rock hard. She unzipped his pants and took out his cock. She wrapped her soft hand around his hard shaft and slowly stroked him up and down. "What about Frank baby?" she asked.

"I don't want to cum yet," Mike said.

"I won't let you," Jen promised. 

"Who's the better boyfriend? Frank or Ricky?"

"You mean boyfriend right?" Jen said with a grin, emphasizing boyfriend so as to put air quotes around it.

"Yeah," Mike said with a grin back.

"I don't know baby," Jen said with another lingering kiss on his cheek. "It's kind of hard to compare since I'm with Frank now."

Jen felt Mike's cock jerk in her hand. The littlest things did it for him. Like saying "I'm with Frank now." 

"But probably Ricky more than Frank," Mike guessed.

Jen hesitated. She felt they were getting into dangerous places. Places she didn't really want to go. "Maybe," she said. "I don't know. I was a lot younger when Ricky happened. A lot stupider." Jen laughed (at herself). 

"What about Colin?" Mike asked. There was huge excitement in his voice. "Ricky or Colin?"

"I don't know Mike," Jen said with a laugh. "It's hard. I have so much history with Colin."

"Yeah but, if you had to pick," Mike pressed.

"You," she said with another kiss on his cheek.

"You know what I mean," Mike said grinning.

"I really don't know," Jen said evasively with another laugh. 

Mike looked at her. He felt like she was holding back. He said "You never really told me what happened when you were with Ricky in LA."

Jen's body stiffened. It was just an instant and then she forced herself to relax. But Mike felt it. "You never asked," she said evasively.

It was true. Back then, after Jen moved back and they got back together, he didn't want to know. Then Scott happened. Then Tom. And on and on. Ricky was forgotten. He was on the west coast, they on the east. What happened in LA didn't seem to matter. But now Mike was curious.

As if reading his mind, Jen hugged Mike tighter and said "Let's not talk about Ricky baby. That ended years ago. He doesn't matter. None of them matter. They're just a game. I get a little infatuated because it's new and exciting. Then I get over it. You know that baby. Just like I'll get over Frank. You're the only one who's real baby."

"So you're not over Frank yet?" Mike asked.

"Well ...," Jen said with a laugh and playful roll of her eyes. 

"It's okay, you know I like it," Mike said grinning at her. Then his expression turned to concern. He gently touched her bruised cheek. "What happened?" 

Jen stopped stroking him. "It got kind of rough last night," she said. She was glad to change the subject from Ricky.

"The Broadway people?" Mike asked with a disapproving frown.

"No, other guys," Jen said. "I have a lot to tell you."

Mike tenderly stroked her bruised cheek, concern on his face. "It'll be better soon," Jen assured him. Her beautiful face was still swollen and red in places but it was a lot better from that morning. "By tomorrow. I'll be all better."

"I don't like this," Mike said as he gently touched his wife's bruised face. "I'll call Frank tomorrow. This better never happen again."

"It's okay baby," Jen assured him. "It looks worse than it is. It'll be all better tomorrow." She didn't want Mike to do anything rash against Frank. She wasn't worried about Frank. She was worried what Frank might do to her husband. Mike's way of protecting her was throwing himself in front of a bus. Literally. She didn't want him to get hurt.

"This better never happen again," Mike said again, anger in his voice.

"We'll add it to your list baby," Jen said soothingly, trying to calm her husband down. 

Mike nodded. He forced himself to relax. But he said to himself "This will never happen again. Never."

"So, tell me about this weekend," Jen said wanting to change the subject. She especially wanted to know everything about Anna's weekend. They spent the next half hour talking about their daughter.

"So, um, baby, what happened with Allie?" Jen asked her husband with a mischievous smile. Allie already told her nothing happened so she wasn't worried.

"Nothing," Mike said, suddenly feeling awkward. He had no interest in another girl, and certainly not Allie.

"Nothing? Not even a little smooch?" Jen teased.

"Jen ... just stop," Mike said, knowing she was dicking with him. "I'm not interested in Allie. You know that. And she's not interested in me. She was more into hooking up with RH."

"RH? Are you serious?" Jen said surprised. Why the little horny slut. She couldn't blame Allie though. RH was a hottie.

"Well, just in case," Jen said with that teasing look again. She took one of the Durex condoms and put it in his wallet. "Now you're a player baby," she said with a giggle. "You have a free pass with Allie. Just make sure you wear this."

It still bothered Mike that Jen was willing to let him have sex with another girl. He wasn't fond of the nickname "bubble boy." But he liked the meaning behind it. That Jen loved him so much that she wanted him exclusively hers. From her joking tone of voice though, it was pretty clear Jen knew nothing would ever happen. This was Allie after all, her best friend. If Jen really wanted to hook him up with another girl, she would have picked someone else, like that Juliet chick.

"Tell me what happened last night," Mike said. This is what he was interested in. Not him with another girl. But Jen with other men.

"You saw the pictures right?" Jen said. Frank had sent Mike a few pictures.

Mike nodded. "Who were those guys?" he asked.

Jen thought about it. "I don't know," she said honestly. Frank never told her. She said "Fat ugly men."

"You let them fuck you?" Mike said with a frown. His beautiful sexy wife was way better than those men. They weren't in her league. Men like them should never get within spitting distance of his lovely, sexy wife.

"I mean ... yeah," Jen said her face going red. "You saw the pictures right?"

"There were just a few," Mike said. 

"I have all of them. Video too," Jen said giving Mike her iPhone. Seeing Mike's look of concern, she quickly added "I deleted them from Frank's phone."

Mike put her phone on the bedside table. He wanted to look at the pictures and videos but not at that moment. He said "Tell me what happened."

"It was after dinner," Jen said. She moved her hand back down to his cock and started stroking him again. "Frank set it up of course. They were awful and repulsive. And I fucked them. Because Frank told me to." Jen shuddered at the memory. At her submission to Frank.

"So ... you're really under Frank's spell," Mike hesitantly said, looking concerned.

"Baby it's not like that," Jen said. "Frank's different."

"He's different, but the same," Mike said.

"What do you mean?"

"He's different but in the end, he's just like the other guys," Mike said. "Maybe not Scott. Scott'll probably never settle down with just one girl. But all the other guys. He wants you. He wants to take you away from me."

"So maybe we should still be playing with Scott," Jen joked. When Mike didn't smile, she got serious too and stopped stroking him. "What do you want me to do? Break up with Frank?"

"So he IS your boyfriend," Mike said. He had to be, otherwise she wouldn't need to "break up" with him.

"Baby ...," Jen said with a laugh. Mike was always all over the place with their game. She eyed him with a knowing smile. She began stroking him again and said "You like the risk, don't you baby? It gets you hot. You don't want me to break up with Frank."

Mike leaned back, enjoying his wife's soft hand on his cock as delicious cuckold angst washed over him. He knew she was manipulating his fantasies to get what she wanted; it was clear she didn't want to break up with Frank yet. That bothered him but was so hot too. He wanted her to cuck him with another guy, and it worked best if she was into the guy. With Frank she clearly was. The cuckold angst and hurt (and yes, the risk) got him so hot!

"No, I don't want you to break up," Mike said, his words coming out like a moan. He ran his hand over her ass. "So the ugly guys fucked you really hard?" 

"Yeah. They were really rough." She moved up a little in the bed to give her husband easier access to her behind. That put her closer to his face so she used the opportunity to kiss him again. 

"You loved it," Mike said. Now he was the one giving her a knowing smile.

"It was so nasty baby," Jen said with a delighted smile, still awed by the debauchery. And how she got off on it so much. "I felt like such a dirty slut."

Seeing her excitement, Mike asked, "That turns you on, acting like a dirty slut?"

"I am a slut," Jen said simply; it wasn't an act. "With Frank."

Mike frowned at that. "You think you're his slut?"

"I am a slut," Jen answered, emphasizing the word am. "Maybe not his. But a slut."

"Jen ...," Mike said disapprovingly. 

"I'm your goddess baby," Jen assured him, kissing his cheek again. "But think about it. Frank's right. I'm a slut. Everyone thinks so. I sleep around. I have an easy reputation. Handsome guys think they can get into my pants. And they're right. I'm easy. I'll fuck anyone. Like last night. Think about it Mike. I am a slut."

"Jen, it's our game," Mike said looking concerned at his wife. "That's why you do what you do. You're not a slut." He emphasized not.

Jen saw his concerned. "It's okay baby. I'm okay with it. Frank's helping me accept what I am."

"Jen ...," Mike said, frowning and really concerned now. He didn't like the sound of that; the power and influence Frank had over his wife.

"He's helping both of us," Jen said. She gave him a tender kiss. "I understand you better now. You're a cuck. My bottom." She kissed him again and said gently, "It's okay baby. It gets me hot too. You're my cuck, right?" She was still stroking him.

"Yeah," Mike said, looking into her beautiful eyes and breathing hard. Yes, he was a cuckold. But it only worked with Jen, the woman he loved.

"Frank's helping me," Jen said. "I understand me better now too. I am a slut Mike. I am. And I'm his bottom."

"So you're saying, you are Frank's slut," Mike said, getting more troubled and upset. 

"Don't get upset baby," Jen said soothingly. She kissed him again. "It doesn't affect you and me."

"How can it not affect you and me?" Mike said with exasperation.

"Baby, I'm still your wife," Jen said kissing him again. "That's all that really matters."

"But you're Frank's slut," Mike said again looking troubled. "I don't like you being another man's. Any part of you."

"It's always that way baby," Jen said. Her voice was calm and reasonable but soothing too. "When I'm another man's girlfriend - he has part of me. You know that baby. And it gets you hot. Right?"

Mike hesitated, then said "... yes." She was right. Giving herself to another man was incredibly hot. And the danger made it even more thrilling.

"It's okay to get a little upset," Jen said kissing him again. "I know that's part of it for you. But you can't get so upset you get mean. Because you know how the game works." She was talking gently and loving, but there was also a firmness in her voice, like she was chastising him. 

"What do you mean?" Mike asked.

Jen was still stroking him, and she kissed him again to take the sting out of her next words. "You can't disappear Mike," she said. "Especially if you have Anna. That was really mean. It was kind of a jerky thing to do."

Mike was about to object but she gently put a soft finger to his lips. She kissed him again to show she loved him and wasn't mad. But she had limits, just like he had limits.