13 comments/ 26913 views/ 7 favorites Don't Fall In Love Ch. 02 By: xleglover Girls don't usually stick in my head. I'm a love 'em and leave 'em kind of guy. What do you expect, I'm only 25, it's not like I'm looking to settle down yet. But I'll admit I've been thinking about the blonde for a while. And not just because she's a knock out and a better fuck than just about any girl I've ever known. I don't know, maybe it's because she's older. Maybe it's because I don't get her, how she can be so passionate one second, and then melancholy and distant the next. It's been over a month since that night. I've done some checking around and no one knows who she is. I figure I'll never see her again. Then, on a Saturday afternoon, I'm at a stupid food court at the mall and I look up, and she's walking by. She's looking at a mannequin at the Victoria's Secret store when I catch up to her. The mannequin is dressed in a bustier, stockings and high heels. I sidle up to her and say "You'd look great in that." She looks over to me and her eyes go wide with recognition and surprise. Seizing the opportunity, I say "I had a great time the other night. I'd love to see you again." I move in closer, our bodies are just inches apart, when an older guy approaches. The blonde quickly pulls away from me, takes the guy's hand, and says to me, "This is my husband. Mike, this is ... I'm sorry, I don't know your name." Her husband. She's married. Feeling like a fool, I dumbly answer, "Jake." "Jake," she repeats. "Mike, this Jake. I met him at, um, at a bar a few weeks ago." I can't believe she just said that. I mean, WTF? Mike raises an eyebrow at me, and I feel my cheeks flush. Fuck, I'm blushing. BLUSHING! I'm expecting him to throw a punch at me, but he just stares at me. I say something to get away, like "nice to meet you, I gotta go I'm late" or something stupid like that, and then I'm gone. I rush away, feeling like an idiot. And I get mad, because I don't like feeling like an idiot. I hate getting caught off guard. I didn't know she was married. Hey, I'm no saint, I've fucked married women before, but if I'd known she was married I'd have approach her more carefully. Instead, I go bumbling up to her and then end up staring face to face with her husband. I go into the TGI Fridays to get a beer to calm down. I down my first beer but it doesn't help, I'm still mad and feeling like an idiot. Then who do you think turns up? Yeah, that's right, the blonde. She has the gall to sit right next to me. I look passed her but I don't see Mike. "Where's your husband?" I hissed at her in a low voice. "Why are you mad?" she says without any emotion in her voice. She's wearing that melancholy look again. I looked down at her left hand and see she's wearing a huge rock on her finger. "You didn't tell me you were married!" I hiss. I motion at her left hand. "You weren't wearing that!" "Why do you care?" "I don't care!" I growl. "I just want to know ahead of time if I've got to worry about a pissed off husband!" She laughs, but it's a mirthless laugh. "You don't have to worry about Mike." I narrow my eyes at her. "What do you mean?" She hesitates, looking like she's already said too much. Finally, she says, "He likes it when I'm with other men." My jaw drops. "What?" "You heard me." Yeah, of course I've heard about it, husbands who want their wives to fuck other guys. But I've never met anyone like that. "But ... I mean ... how long have you been married?" I stammer, beginning to babble. "When did you start doing this? How does it --" "Look," she interrupts me, and looks at me like I'm an idiot. "I just tell you my husband likes it when I sleep with other men. And you want to talk?" Ten minutes later we're in my apartment (I live close to the mall). Like last time, the blonde's on her knees between my legs, her mouth, lips, tongue and hands doing wonderful things to my body. Just like before, she's blowing my mind! "What -- what's your name?" I gasp out. She takes my cock out of her mouth, my cockhead pressed against her chin. She looks up at me with heavy lidded, lust-filled bedroom eyes. "Jen," she answers in throaty voice. She swallows me again, but now I want to reciprocate. I pulled her off my cock and lay her on the bed. She's wearing flats. I take them off her small, dainty feet and toss them onto the floor. I pull off her jeans. She's wearing opaque black tights underneath, and they make her long legs look even better. Reluctantly I pull them off of her. She's wearing a thong, and I pull that off too. Getting between her legs, I get a good look at her pussy. It's pretty, the lips thin and tight together (more evidence she's never had kids) and just a couple shades darker than her ivory white skin. The lips gleam with her moisture. She's got a thin, trimmed landing strip above her clit. Otherwise she's completely bare. "It's your turn," I say as my mouth moves toward her sex. "You don't have to do that," she responds. "I want to," I say like a gentleman. "I want to make you feel as good as you make me feel." She shrugs, like she's saying "whatever." Her face shows no interest or excitement at all. I don't get it, just moments ago with my cock in her mouth she looked full of passion and lust. I don't know, maybe she doesn't like getting eaten out. But I dive in anyway, determined to give her pleasure. Let me tell you, I know how to eat pussy. I'm good at it, and I can get a girl writhing with my tongue, begging me to fuck her. But this chick, it was like eating out a corpse. No moans, no squirming, no nothing. I look up at her and she has the same look of disinterest. She must see the disappointment in my face, because she says gently "it's not you, I just don't like that." She pulls me towards her and adds "just fuck me." Being a gentleman (unlike last time), I ask "do you want me to wear a condom." "Yeah, that'll be good," she says, again with no emotion or interest in her voice. I pull on the XXL Trojan, and then I enter her, going slow this time so as not to hurt her. It takes a little while but soon I'm balls deep, and then we get into fucking. I'm loving it, her pussy feels as tight and good as before, but after a little while I realized she's not responding like before. I look down at her and I see little excitement or passion. It's like she's just along for the ride. I'm a guy so I eventually cum, but knowing she didn't get close to an orgasm, it's not satisfying for me. I pull out and go into the bathroom to dispose of the condom. When I get back she's already got her bra and thong panties back on. "You have to leave already?" I ask. "My husband's waiting at home," she says in answer. I get it. He's waiting for her to return and tell him all about this quickie. She's acting cold to me again, distant, like I'm just a fuck toy, a prop in this kinky game she plays with her husband. It gets me mad. She picks up her tights and sits next to me on the bed. She rolls the tights up her right leg, and then her left. She stands up, pulling the tights up to just below her belly button. Then she adjusts the tights so they're smooth on her legs. I told you I'm a leg man. And I guess I have a fetish about pantyhose and stockings. Jen has great legs, and watching her putting on the tights has gotten me hard again. Also, I'm still pissed at her. She moves to pick up her blouse but I pull her beside me on the bed. "Stop!" she hisses at me. "I told you, I have to get home!" "I'm not done with you!" I growl, my lust and anger getting the best of me. I grab her hair and push her face down into my lap. "Suck it bitch!" I order, stuffing my cock down her throat. She's never had so much of my cock in her mouth and she gags. I don't care. I pull her onto the bed and straddle her head, and then I fuck her face hard. She gags and her spit runs down her cheeks. I pull out to give her a moment to catch her breath. "Please stop," she pleads. But I'm deaf to her. I push my cock back in and face fuck her so hard she's gagging and her arms flailing wildly at her sides. But ultimately it's her pussy I want, not her mouth. I pull out and get between her legs, forcing them wide apart. I rip a hole in her tights. She tries to get away but I throw her back on the bed. "Your husband likes you fucking other guys, huh?" I taunt. "When I get done ruining your pussy he might regret that!" Then I roughly shove half my cock into her pussy. Even though we'd just fucked, it still hurts her and she yelps out in pain. "Is this what your husband wants, bitch? For you to get fucked hard?" I fuck her hard, pulling almost all the way out and then ramming in hard and fast again, over and over. I reach down and grab her bra, then rip it off of her. She yelps again in pain, and I know there'll be some marks on her back and shoulders where I tore it off of her. Thinking of marking her, I pull her head to the side exposing her neck, then I lean over and suck her neck like a vampire. She knows what I'm doing and she struggles, but I pin her arms and keep sucking. When I'm done there's the beginnings of a big black and blue mark on her neck, a big hickey to tell Mike I've fucked his wife royally good. "You bastard!" Jen screams. "And don't you dare cum inside me!" "I'll cum anywhere I want bitch!" I growl back. Still inside her, I turn her around so she's on her hands and knees, and then I fuck her doggy style. I fuck her so hard I'm practically ramming her through the mattress to the floor. "Please don't cum in me!" she pleads again. I don't answer, instead I reach under her and squeeze her tits hard, pinching her hard nipples between my thumbs and fingers. She moans and I turn her back over, back to missionary. I lean close to her so our faces are close. "I'm gonna watch you cum!" I snarl at her. "I'm not gonna cum for you!" she screams back. "Yes you are!" I growl, and I fuck her even harder and faster, pushing down hard so I know I'm rubbing against her clit. I reach between our bodies and squeeze her tits again, this time not so hard, rubbing her nipples softer this time to increase her pleasure. "No, no, no," she whines, but I see her claw at the sheets beside us and I know she's about to climax. I begin rotating my hips as I pound her, hoping the big head of my curved dick hits her g-spot. That does the trick, as her lips form an O and her back arches, and then suddenly she's crying and moaning as her orgasm hits her. Her pretty face is something to see as she climaxes, and like before I feel the soft inner walls of her pussy tighten around my dick. That sensation plus watching her face as she orgasms is enough to tip me over, but I want to torture her more. "I'm gonna cum in your pussy, tell me I can, beg me to!" I order and taunt. "Beg me to do it! Beg me to shoot my cum into you!" As I taunt her she's moaning, "oh god oh god oh god oh god," like she's still cumming. Finally it's all too much for me, and I groan and have the best orgasm of my life, pumping a huge load of my seed into her pussy. We lay there gasping, me still on top and still in her. I lean down to kiss her, but she turns her head so I hit her cheek. Fuck this! I'm so tired of this girl's shit! So I take her head in my hands and force her to look at me, and then I plant a good one open mouth on her. Eventually I let her go, pull my cock out of her pussy, and roll off. I expect her to bolt, but she lays next to me, neither of us speaking. After a while I look at her. She really is good looking. I don't mind tiny tits, and on her petite body they look great. Her stomach is flat and taut, her ass firm, and she's got the best pair of legs I've seen in a while. Long and slim and shapely, and I especially like how they look in the tights, especially with the tights laddered from the hard fucking I gave her. On top of all that she's got a pretty face. She's a hot cougar, and she'd definitely be a MILF if she had kids. She sees me looking, and notices my cock stirring. Despite the life my cock is showing, there's no way I'm getting hard again after cumming twice in so short a time. But Jen moves between my legs and takes my barely hard cock in her mouth. Fuck she knows how to give head! To my surprise she gets me hard again, and pretty soon with all her tricks she has me writhing on the bed. This time though she doesn't tease me, and I explode in her mouth. My third orgasm in an afternoon, a new record for me. I seriously can't believe it. I'm even more surprised when she doesn't leave right after, but instead lies back next to me in the bed. We lay next to each other in silence for a long time, the setting of the sun casting long shadows across my apartment. Finally, I ask "So how does it work?" I don't need to be any more specific, she knows what I'm asking about. She shrugs. "How did it work with you? I go to a bar, I meet a guy, I go home with him." She's matter of fact about it, like she's describing how she makes mac and cheese. "Is Mike always there, watching? Was he there that night when we met?" She shrugs again. "Not always. But usually." She pauses, as if thinking back. "I can't remember if he was there that night." The fact she can't remember tells me something. It tells me they do this so often she can't remember one hookup from another. I let this sink in. The more I think about it, the more questions I have. "So how does it work?" I blurt out. "I mean, what are the rules?" She laughs, but it's humorless. "There are no rules," she scoffs. "Okay, maybe one. I'm not allowed to see the same man more than once. I can fuck anybody I want, but I'm not allowed to fall in love with anyone." She says this with a lightness in her voice, like this is all part of a playful game, but I hear some bitterness in her voice. Then it hits me. "Wait a minute. This is our second time." Suddenly Jen is silent, like she said more than she wanted. She knows I'm waiting for an answer. Finally she shrugs and says "It's not a hard rule." I sense there's more to it, but maybe that's just my ego talking. She's withdrawn, so I know we're at the end of this Q&A session. But I'm curious about her husband, so I ask "Mike looks older than you. What is he, 55? How'd you guys get together?" She's silent for long moments. Finally she gets out of bed and picks up her clothes. "It's a long story," she says as she dresses. She sits next to me on the bed and brushes her hand across my cheek. It's the first time she's shown me any affection, and my heart leaps, surprising me. But then my elation is dashed as she says, "You're a nice guy, Jake. But I don't think we should see each other again." Just like that she's gone, out of my apartment and out of my life. Why should I care? Yeah, she's a sexy chick, but I can get a lot of sexy chicks, whenever I want. That's what I tell myself, and it's true. But then why do I feel like shit? Chapter 3 Seven. That's the number of girls I fucked before seeing Jen again, two months later. All 7 were young and beautiful, and I thoroughly enjoyed fucking each and every one of them. I'm working on picking up my 8th when I see Jen sitting at the bar. I guess it's not surprising I'd eventually run into her, since we both go to bars for meaningless hookups. She looks good, wearing pinkish glossy lipstick and a classy dress that shows off a lot of her long legs. Her high heels match the color of her lipstick, and she's wearing sheer white hose. A guy about my age who looks like a young Kevin Costner is flirting her up. She's got that detached, melancholy look on her face again. I inwardly scoff as I look at her left hand and see she's ringless. Intrigued, I look around and spot Mike, watching from a high top not more than 10 feet from his lovely bride. He's so close he can probably hear them talking, which I realize is probably the idea. Jen gets up and says something into Kevin's ear, and then moves towards the back of the bar towards the restrooms. A few moments later, Mike gets up and follows her. I follow too, moving behind people to avoid being seen. Halfway to the bathrooms, Jen turns and goes out the service door that leads to an alley, and Mike follows. I know this bar pretty well, and I run up to a little used balcony on the third floor. I've fucked more than one hottie on this balcony, and I know it overlooks the alley. I creep out onto the balcony, hiding behind a stack of crates. I have good view of Jen and her husband down below, and I can hear them clearly. "Are you attracted to him?" Mike asks excitedly. "Oh yeah," Jen says smiling, returning her husband's excitement. "His hand's been on my knee the entire time." "Oh yeah?" Mike says even more excitedly. He reaches down and puts his hand on Jen's knee. "Like this?" Jen takes her husband's hand and moves in up her thigh, to just below her skirt. "More like this. Does that turn you on?" With her other hand she reaches down and cups her husband's crotch. "Oh, I see it does," she says with a sultry smile. She rubs him through his pants and he moans. She rubs him some more, then she gets down on her knees and unzips his fly. "What are you doing?" "This," she says, pulling out his dick and swallowing it. They're standing sideways to me, so I can tell his dick is pretty small. No wonder she went wild with me. No matter, she still gives him a great blow job. He clutches her head and moans as he rolls back his head. Jen stands and faces the wall, putting her hands against the brick. "Fuck me Mike," she urges, reaching back and pulling up her skirt, then jutting out her ass as an invitation. "Take me right here." Mike is breathing hard, and gazes at his wife with her skirt up around her waist. I look too. Jen is gorgeous, her body is petite and tight, and her long legs simply amazing, especially adored in sheer white thigh high stockings as they are now. I find myself envying Mike, which is strange because I've never envied a married man who's sentenced to fucking the same pussy for the rest of his life. But there's something about Jen, and it's not just her pretty face and sexy body. Surprisingly, Mike shakes his head and stuffs his dick back into his pants. "You know what I want," he says zipping up his fly. "Go back inside, go home with him. I'll be waiting at home." Jen pauses, then stands up away from the wall, pulling down her skirt. "I'll see you back home then," she says. I'm not sure, I think I see disappointment in her face. Anyway, there's one thing I do know for sure -- my cock is hard as a rock! I run down the stairs, and she's just ahead of me when I hit the ground floor. We're in a dark hallway. I grab her and push her against the wall. She screams, thinking it's a rapist or something, but then she recognizes me in the dim glow of the moonlight coming in the single window in the hallway. "Jake, what --" I cut her off by covering her mouth with mine. She struggles initially, but then responds to my kiss. Soon she's pressing against my body as much as I'm pressing against hers. I reach down and pull up her skirt. I finger her clit and discovery she's wet. Whether she got excited from Kevin or her husband, I'm gonna be the one who fucks her! I roughly twist her around and shove her against the wall. I'm gonna give her what her husband wouldn't! I rip off her panties and almost throw them away, but then I think why the fuck not, and I stuff her soaking panties into her mouth. She tries to twist her head away, but I grab her blonde hair and pull her head back, exposing her neck to me. I suck on her neck hard. Another souvenir for her husband! Once again I shove her against the wall. In my lust I push her harder than I should, and she grunts in surprise and pain as her face hits the wall. At that moment, I don't care if she comes away with some bruises. I take out my cock and with one powerful thrust I shove my entire cock balls deep into her. I ram her pussy so hard I lift her off her feet, and I hear her heels clang to the floor. She yelps painfully into the panties stuffed in her mouth. I don't care. I ram her hard, as hard and deep and fast as I can, and each time I thrust into her she hits the wall again. Don't Fall In Love Ch. 02 I turn her around so she's facing me, then shove back into her. I grab behind her knee and lift her leg so I can get even deeper. I looked at her pretty face as I abuse her pussy, and with the lacy white panty stuffed in her mouth, it's a hot sight! A part of my mind registers the tears welling up in her eyes, and there's the beginning of a bruise on her cheek, and I know I'll feel bad about that later, but for now I just want to fuck! I reach between our bodies and roughly grope and fondle her breasts through her dress. Once again she's braless. Despite the tears I see rampant lust in her eyes. I pull the panties from her mouth. She immediately throws her arms around my neck and pulls me to her. Urgently she covers my mouth with hers, and then I feel her body stiffen, and then spasm into climax. She's moaning into my mouth as I jackhammer her pussy through her orgasm. Her orgasm seems to go on forever, but finally she stops humping me, and I slow down to give her a moment to catch her breath. But I'm impatient to start up again, because I'm close too. She sees it in my face. Unexpectantly she pulls away and my hard cock falls from her pussy. She sees the disappointment in my face, and she affectionately strokes my cheek. "It's the most dangerous time of the month for me," she explains, taking hold of my shaft and stoking me. Then it's her turn to press my back against the wall. She gets down on her knees and swallows me, and within moments I blow a huge load down her throat. She swallows most of it, but some of it coats her chin and drizzles down to the front of her dress. Like a lot of guys, my cock is extremely sensitive after I cum. Most girls know that, and take care after a guy cums. I know Jen knows it, because this isn't the first blow job she's given me. But this time, she keeps sucking and licking long after I've cum, and she holds my balls tight so I can't pull away. I'm cursing her and trying to squirm away, but there's nothing I can do with her hand around my balls. Finally she lets me go and stands up. I'm gasping practically in pain, so bad I can't even say anything, but I've got a what-the-fuck look on my face. "Bastard," she says to me, but she's got a lopsided grin on her face. I remember how rough I got with her, and I can't help smiling back sheepishly. Okay, you got me back, I think to myself. "Come back to my place," I say to her a few minutes later as she's pulling down her skirt and adjusting her stockings. She looks at me, like she's thinking about my proposal and her husband's "only see a guy once" rule. But even before tonight she broke that rule. "Ok, let's go," she finally says. I could take Jen out the service door, but I'm too much of an asshole for that. I lead her back into the bar. "What are you doing?" she asks as I take her hand and lead her back to where she was sitting, instead of to the door. Pretty boy Kevin is still there, waiting for Jen. He smiles when he sees her. But his smile disappears as he sees the state she's in. Hair tussled, dress wrinkled, makeup all but gone. And then there's the big hickey on her neck and the splotches of my cum still wet across the bosom of her dress. Yeah, she looks freshly fucked and I've marked her as mine. "Jen --" boy toy Kevin starts. But then he sees my arm possessively around her. I throw a hundred on the bar to more than pay for her drinks. Then I look Kevin in the eye and grin mockingly. "Thanks for keeping my girl company til I got here." Then we're gone and a couple of minutes later we're in my car. I look over and she's giving me an admiring look. "Your girl, huh?" she says with a smile. Later in my apartment I'm on top of her. I like this position because I like looking at her pretty face as we fuck, although I feel bad because there's a nasty bruise on her cheek where I slammed her into the wall at the bar. Despite that, her arms are around my neck and as we enjoy a slow fuck we're either kissing or looking into each other's eyes. Her body tenses and her back arches, and her French manicured nails dig into my back and I kiss her through her orgasm. Then I'm fucking her harder and faster because I want to cum. She takes my face in her soft hands. "Remember," she says looking into my eyes. Reluctantly, I pull out just as I cum, pumping my cream onto her stomach. Later I've got my arm around her and she's snuggled into me. She's got one leg draped over me, and I feel the silk of her sheer white stockings across my thigh. She's still got her high heels on, and I feel the smooth stiff patent leather against my calf. With her fingers she's absent-mindedly tracing my pecs and ridges of my six pack. I think about the conversion I overhead with her husband. I've got so many questions running through my mind. It's passed midnight. Wanting to start the conversation, I blurt out "Will Mike be worried you're not home yet?" She raises up on an elbow and looks at me. "You want me to go?" she asks. "No, I don't mean that," I quickly say. "I just don't want you to get in trouble." She looks at me a moment longer, as if deciding whether I'm lying or not. Finally she snuggles back into me, her head on my chest. "Mike doesn't mind if I'm home late," she says. I think about that. It doesn't make sense to me, because if she were my wife I'd be out of my mind worried. But then I factor in this game they play, and I realize the later Jen gets home, the more she's been fucked, so Mike's excitement grows the longer she's out. But from the conversation I overhead, I sense Jen isn't as into this game as her husband. I ask, "Have you and Mike been doing this for a long time?" She raises up on an elbow again and looks at me. "Why all the questions?" I shrug trying to look nonchalant. "I'm just curious." She grows cold. "Yes, we've been doing this for a long time," she says in a challenging tone. "Satisfied?" Under her glare I don't know what to say, and long moments of silence pass. Finally she pulls away from me. "Maybe I should be getting home." She slips into her dress. That surprises me, because my cum is still moist on her stomach. She doesn't bother to fix her hair and makeup. She's going home looking exactly like she looked after cumming on my cock less than 30 minutes ago. But then I get it. It's part of Mike's thrill. He wants her looking freshly fucked and wearing evidence of her fucking other men when she gets home. She looks into the mirror and examines the bruise on her cheek, as if noticing it for the first time. She looks concerned, probably worried it might leave a permanent mark. "I'm sorry about that," I say feeling bad. She looks at me. It's not a friendly look, but not the intense glare from a moment ago. "Just watch out for my face the next time," she reproaches me. Seeing the concern on my face, she softens and adds, "I've got to stay pretty, right?" She starts for the door and I quickly say, "I'll drive you home if you want." She looks at me, and then sits down on the bed. She softly brushes her hand across my cheek, then tussles my hair. "You're sweet Jake," she says. "But I'll be fine." Then she leans into me and kisses me, pressing her soft tongue into my mouth. Moments later, she's gone. Chapter 4 Reading this, you might think I never have girlfriends, but that would be wrong. I've had a lot of girlfriends. But my relationships never last long, I'm just not that kind of guy. Sure, someday I'll settle down (maybe), but for now I like playing the field. Like I've said, I'm a good looking guy and I have my choice of chicks, so why should I settle for just one. I have to admit, though, that Jen's gotten under my skin. It's not like she's the prettiest or sexiest girl I've ever been with. Okay, I admit, if you line up all the girls I've ever been with, she'd be in the top 5 for looks, even though she's older than all the other girls by a lot of years. But I think what sets her apart is all the questions I have. I mean, this relationship she has with her husband is plain weird. Like I said, my relationships are short and for the most part meaningless. But when I do have a girlfriend, that girl is mine. I'd never share her with another man, the thought makes me sick. And if I ever get married, if a dude ever so much as gives my wife a lewd look, I'll probably cut off his balls. So this thing between Jen and her husband, I just don't get. Also, I don't think Jen's as into it as Mike. All of this rumbles around in my head, and because of that I can't get Jen out of my mind. I wonder if I'll ever see her again. I start looking for her when I'm in bars, but I don't see her. I'd Google her to try to get her number, but I don't know her last name. About a month after our last fuck, I give up hoping to ever see her again. So you can imagine my surprise when one day my cell phone rings. "Hello," I say. "Jake." I'm so surprised to hear her voice I'm speechless. Finally I manage to say "Jen?" Yeah, I know, brilliant response. But how the hell did she get my cell number? Then I remember she knows where I live, so it wouldn't be too hard to figure out. As I realize this, she says, "What are you doing for lunch?" She looks at me across the small table in the crowded restaurant. She looks gorgeous as usual, again dressed in a classy yet alluring dress, hose and high heels. Groping for something to say, I blurt "I'm glad the bruise healed." She smiles. "Still pretty I guess," she says, and I hear relief in her voice. With this chick, who knows if this'll be the last time I ever see her, and there's something that's been bugging me. It's a personal subject, but hey, I figure she owes me one question, after all she invited me to lunch. "Something I've been wondering about," I begin. "Last time you told me to pull out." I hesitate feeling awkward, but then push on. "I mean, with what you and your husband do, I would've figured you'd be on some kind of birth control." Jen looks surprised, shocked I'd ask something so personal. Her shock morphs into a frown, as if saying "how is this any of your business?" She sips her white wine to buy time. She could get up and walk away of course, but she's invited me here for a reason and getting pissed and storming away probably isn't it. "Mike doesn't want me on the pill," she finally says. Her answer catches me by surprise, and without thinking I blurt out, "Aren't you worried about getting pregnant?" She laughs, but it's without any trace of humor. "But that's part of the excitement, isn't it?" She says it with forced gaiety, irony and resentment laced in her words. "If you're worried about becoming a daddy, don't," she adds with another mirthless, mocking laugh. "I've got a big bottle of morning after pills at home, so you don't have to worry about anything." I'm getting tired of her sarcasm. "I'd have thought your husband would worry about it," I shoot back. She gives me a "are you really that stupid" look. "You just don't get this, do you Jake?" she says impatiently. I eventually get it. Not only does Mike get off with her fucking around, the risk of another man getting her pregnant makes it even more exciting. I mean, how perverse is that? I wonder how often she has to take a morning after pill. Most guys, myself included, don't have the will power to pull out (or frankly care enough to pull out, for that matter). She's frowning like she's wondering if she made a mistake calling me. I half expect her to get up and walk away. But then her iPhone buzzes, and she looks at the text message. She takes a deep breath, writes a quick reply text, and then looks back at me, this time without the animosity. "Listen, do you really want to talk about all that?" she asks in a friendlier voice. She leans back in her chair, and suddenly I feel a foot in my lap. I look down and see her pretty foot rubbing my crotch. It's a sexy foot. Small and slim, an elegant arch, smooth and unblemished, and on top of all that, she's wearing silky silk stockings with a seam that runs across her dainty, French manicured toes. I'm a leg and foot guy, so yeah, she gets me hard. But I'm getting pissed too. I push her foot away. "What do you want Jen?" I ask annoyed, my voice rising. "Why did you call me?" She looks anxious and glances around the room. My eyes narrow. "Mike is here watching us, isn't he? That was him who just texted you!" "Keep your voice down!" she hisses, forcing a smile onto her face so anyone looking won't think anything is wrong. In a calmer yet still urgent voice she admits, "Yes he's here, over to the side, but don't look, okay?" Why is she so concerned? Then understanding hits me. "Mike doesn't know you told me about your game, does he?" The expression on her face tells me I'm right. "That's another rule, isn't it? You're supposed to pretend like you're fucking around behind his back, and not let on he knows." I pause, and again from her face I know everything I just said is right. "Why?" I ask her. "Why all the mystery, and why'd you tell me?" She glares at me. "Look Jake, does it matter why?" she asks exasperated. "You're getting what you want, aren't you?" I scoff, glaring back at her. We're two stubborn people, that's for sure. But maybe I'm less stubborn. Or maybe it's because she's right, why should I care as long as I get to stuff my cock into her tight pussy. "Alright," I relent. "So what's the plan?" "It's not complicated," she says. "You come up to my room and we sleep together." I nod my head. "Let me guess, Mike will be in the next room watching. What? He's wired the room with video and sound? Maybe he'll be recording so you two can get off on it later?" She looks away, her cheeks reddening. "If you don't want to do it, just say so. You don't have to make fun of it." "I didn't say that," I said still annoyed. "Just tell me one thing." She looks at me expectantly. "Well, what?" she snaps impatiently. I glare at her. I'm getting tired of her cranky attitude. "Why me?" I ask. "I thought you had a one time rule." "I told you it's not a hard rule," she says. She sees I want a better explanation. "Look --" she begins with a sigh, "-- sometimes Mike likes it if I see a guy more than once." I frown, not sure I understand this wrinkle. "But why did you call me?" She has a twinkle in her eye and smiles impishly. "How do you know you're the first guy I called?" At first I'm mad, but then smile back. "Bitch," I say to her, but it's without rancor. Okay, she got me on that one. Up until now, I've always been the aggressor. While not passive, she's always taken my lead. But in the elevator she's all over me. She throws her arms around my neck and pulls my lips to hers, and snakes a hand between our bodies and rubs my crotch. Despite this show of passion, I get a feeling it's fake, mechanical. I look into her face, and I see a woman who's just going through the motions. Why's she doing this? Maybe it's because she wants to ensure I'm hot, so I'll give her husband a good show. Then I think -- maybe it's because she wants to make sure I'm hot FOR HER, so her husband WILL SEE I'm hot for her. It makes me wonder if she's ever been rejected on one of her dalliances, if she's ever gone through an evening sitting at a bar with Mike watching, and not gotten hit on. I wonder how that might affect how Mike feels about his wife. I mean, if you're into your wife getting fucked by other men, and guys don't think your wife is hot, then how's that gonna make you feel about your wife? I remember how she was so relieved the bruise on her cheek didn't leave a mark, and I think how fucked up her marriage with Mike seems to be. We crab walk from the elevator to the door of her room, her lips planted on mine. She swipes her keycard, but just before opening the door she whispers urgently to me, "Don't let on you know!" I silently scream, "Okay, okay, I get it!" I am royalty pissed at being a pawn in their game. Well, if she wants a show, I'll give her a show! As soon as we enter her room I roughly throw her onto the bed. Her skirt flares up giving me a good view of her bare skin above her stockings. I get on top of her and push her head hard into the mattress. "Not so rough!" she cries. "Shut up bitch!" I yell, and then slap her ass hard. She yelps with pain, but unlike in the elevator I see excitement in her face. Straddling her thighs so she can't move, I throw off my jacket and take off my shirt. Jen looks at my sculptured chest and six pack stomach and I see her excitement grow. I wonder if Mike enjoys the view as much as his pretty wife. I move and kneel by her head. Without warning, I grab her blonde hair and pull her head to my crotch, rubbing her nose in my hard-on. She unbuckles and unzips me. As she pulls down my pants she frowns at me as if saying, "why are you being so rough, I was going to do this anyway." But that's not the game I'm playing today, Jenny-girl. My hard cock springs out as she pulls down my shorts. She's seen it before of course, but she still stares at it. I pause in the action and let her look, let Mike see how much his pretty wife is in lust with my cock. My cock is about 9 inches, long but not ungodly long. What sets my cock apart is its girth, thick at the head and thickest at the base. Girls need both hands to hold me. My cock also has a pair of thick veins running up the sides, and curves inward towards my stomach. Before Jen has a chance to do it herself, I grab her head and mash my cock against her lips and across her cheeks. Clutching the back of her head, I force her face back and force over my cock. Then I position my cockhead at her lips. I pull her hair hard making her yelp with the sudden pain, and as her lips open I shove my cock into my mouth. She gags at the sudden intrusion of thick hard man meat. "Jake!" she yells but her cry is muffled by my cock in her mouth. Holding the back of her head with both hands so she's at my mercy, I face fuck her hard. She's gagging and saliva is running down her chin and onto the front of her expensive designer dress. I finally release her and she gags and coughs as her mouth is free of my cock. "What the fuck are you doing!" she screams at me. Her makeup is ruined and her hair a mess. The front of her dress is soaking with her own drool. I point at the bathroom. "Go fix your face." She glares at me. "Who do you think you are!" she hisses. I glare back at her, and she eventually realizes I'm not backing down. She stomps into the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind her. I kick off my shoes and socks and take my pants and shorts all the way off. This leaves me naked, and I walk around the room as if checking things out. But really, I'm giving Mike a chance to look at my ripped body, to get a good look at my hard cock swaying back and forth as I walk. I spot Jen's purse on the bed where it fell when I tossed her there. I open it and look at her driver's license. Okay, now I know her last name and where she lives. In her wallet I see a single credit card -- an Amex Black Card. I don't know a lot about the card, other than it means she and Mike are stinking rich. This is further confirmed when I see the Audi convertible car keys. In her wallet I see pictures of Mike. I also see a picture of a much younger Jen with a still younger boy and girl. Given the resemblance, it's probably a teenage Jen with her younger brother and sister. I don't see any children pictures, further confirming she's never had kids. Finally, I see a half dozen XXL magnum condoms in a zippered pocket. As I'm rifling through her purse, I'm expecting Mike to come rushing into the room with a shot gun or baseball bat. But he doesn't show up. That really shouldn't surprise me, given how he didn't do anything to stop me as I was abusing his wife's mouth and pretty face. I shake my head, not understanding how Jen could be married to a man like that. Don't Fall In Love Ch. 02 Finally the bathroom door opens and Jen steps out. Her hair and makeup are perfect again, and she looks achingly beautiful. She stands there silent and unmoving, the next step being mine. "Take off the dress," I order her. She narrows her eyes at me, but reaches back and unzips the dress, letting it fall off her shoulders and onto the floor. She steps over the dress, leaving it a small rumbled pile on the floor. To my surprise, she's wearing a lacy pink bra, instead of being braless. It's unpadded and sheer, so it looks air-painted on her, the dark of her nipples and areola clearly visible. Her panties are a matching lacy pink, as is her garter belt. I notice she put the panties on after the garter belt, the way they do it in porn movies. I wonder if she did that herself or if Mike told her to do it that way. Her stockings are a sheer white, with heavily laced stocking tops attached to the garter belt. Her ankle strap high heels match the pink of her lingerie. I take a seat in the arm chair, spreading my legs wide, my thick heavy cock falling towards my six pack. Sensing I want her to blow me, she takes a step forward, but I stop her with a raised hand. "Get down on your hands and knees," I order her. "Crawl to me like a bitch in heat." She glares at me. "You bastard!" she hisses. Long moments pass, and she realizes I'm not giving in. "You bastard," she says again as she gets down on her knees, this time resignation in her voice. She leans down onto her palms, like a dog. I enjoy the view of her bra-covered tits and the sound of her nylons sliding over the hardwood floor as she crawls over to me. She gets between my spread knees and begins to raise up, but I push her back down. "Did I say you could get up?!" I snarl. I slide down until my ass is on the edge of the chair and yank her hair so her face is underneath me. "Lick my asshole slut!" "No!" she cries and pulls away, but I jerk her back. She yelps with pain as I roughly yank her hair. "Lick it slut!" "Jake—" "LICK IT!!!!" I snarl, pulling her hair so tight her face is pressed against my balls and ass. Then I feel her soft tongue licking my puckered asshole. "Yeah, like that your dirty slut," I moan. "Yeah, just like that. Lick my asshole. Yeah, like that. Stick your tongue into my asshole. Do it! DO IT! Oh yeah, like that, oh you're such a dirty whore, yeah, clean me out, yeah, yeah." I make her lick me for a few minutes, expecting Mike to barge in at any moment to stop the abuse, but he never comes. Finally I push her head away. Her makeup's messed up again, and tears of humiliation are flowing down her cheeks. "You bastard, I hate you," she says, but she doesn't run away, and I see lust in her eyes. I toss her onto the bed. She lands on her back but I roll her onto her hands and knees. I pull her panties down so they're at her knees. "You're gonna love this Jenny," I say mockingly. I spit on my hand and rub the makeshift lubrication around and into her asshole. She looks back at me with daggers in her eyes. "DON'T YOU DARE!" I grab her hair again and slam her face into a pillow. At the same time I take hold of my shaft and ram my fat cockhead into her ass. "Oh god stop it hurts!" she cries, tears (of pain this time) rolling down her cheeks. "Jake, no, stop!" But I don't stop. I lunge more of my cock into her. I move in and out, each time impaling her ass with more of my thick shaft. She's balling now, but she doesn't call out to Mike, and he doesn't come in to stop by abuse of his pretty wife's body. Finally I bottom out, and she's so tight around my cock, it's such an incredible feeling. I start fucking her ass, slowly at first, but then faster, and harder, harder. Somewhere along the way her cries of pain turn into moans of pleasure. She's getting into it. I reach under her and squeeze and fondle her tits, rubbing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra. I reach my other hand underneath her to her clit, and I expertly rub it as I jack hammer in her asshole. I feel her body tense and know she's about to cum, and suddenly I stop, withdrawing my hands from her tits and clit, and pulling out of her ass. "No, keep going, just a little more," she groans disappointedly. I don't give her even a moment to catch her breath. I roll her over onto her back and straddle her chest. With one hand behind her head and the other holding my shaft, I stuff my filthy cock into her mouth. "NO!" she cries just before I plunge my cock down her throat. "SUCK YOUR SHIT FROM MY COCK YOU DIRTY SLUT!" I roar, and like before I'm fucking and abusing her face. She's gagging and flailing with her arms as I relentlessly fuck her face. I pull my cock from her mouth and move down her body, ripping off the panties still around her knees. Not giving her even a moment to regain her bearings, I put her stockinged legs over my shoulders and ram my cock balls deep into her with a single thrust. Again she cries out in pain at the sudden intrusion. I don't give her a chance to adjust to my size, I'm immediately banging her. I fuck her at one speed, hard, fast and deep! She's clutching at the sheets beside her, holding on for dear life as I fuck the living shit out of her! I lean over to get better leverage to fuck her even harder and deeper, smashing her thighs against her tits. Her wails turn to moans, and I know she's about to climax. I let her cum this time, in fact I rotate my hips and adjust my thrusts to better rub up against both her clit and g-spot. She throws her arms around my neck and pulls my lips to hers, and I hear and feel her moan and groan into my mouth as she cums. I continued to long stroke her, rotate my hips, rub her nipples, and her back remains arched and her long legs tensed as her orgasm goes on and on. I'm close, and I'm sure Jen knows. But this time as we look into each other's faces, she doesn't ask me to pull out. I dig my feet into the mattress for more leverage, and then I erupt into her pussy, ramming her so hard again and again that her head bangs against the wall as I ejaculate an enormous load of my sperm into her fertile womb. I let her legs fall from my shoulders and collapse onto her. We pant into each other's mouth. I soften but I'm long enough that my cock is still inside her. Eventually she pushes against my chest and I roll off, my cock exiting her pussy with a pop. "Please leave," she says, turning away from me and hugging a pillow. I get up and get dressed. I wonder what I should do now. Kiss her goodbye, or just leave? She answers my unspoken question when she says coldly, "I hope I never see you again." It's not unexpected, but to my surprise it still hurts. I open the door and leave.