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Life After We Pt. 01

By: xleglover



Author's note: This is the 5th book in this series. The other books are:

Book 1: He Fucked My Girl 

Book 2: All in My Head 

Book 3: Making It Work 

Book 4: Consequences 

This story, Life After We, starts a few weeks after the end of Consequences. This story is a lot of things - a cuckold story, a cheating wife story, a nonconsensual sex story - most of all though it's a love story.

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"So can you be a little less brilliant all the time? You're making the rest of us look bad." 

"Oh uh, what?" Mike said distractedly. He turned from the computer screen and looked at the source of the bubbly female voice.

Tara was there, smiling at him. "Oh uh what," she said teasingly repeating his words. "Sometimes you don't sound like a genius," she said, playfully punching him in the arm to let him know she was just teasing. "I said, you're making us all look bad." The pretty brunette punched Mike's arm again. "If you weren't so cute I'd have to really hit you." 

Mike smiled at Tara's compliment. "Oh um ..." he began to say awkwardly, but stopped when he realized he was about to say the same stupid thing again. Tara gave him a knowing smile and they both laughed.

"So whatcha working on now?" the 22 year old, cute brunette asked, leaning over Mike to look at his computer screen. As she did her ample bosom pressed into his shoulder.

"They, ah, they've got me working on the iPhone 6 bugs," Mike said feeling uncomfortable.

Sensing his discomfort, Tara pulled away so she was no longer pressing against him, but she remained standing close to him. "I'm just joking, everyone's excited you're here," she said smiling at him. "You're kinda a hero around here you know." She looked around and frowned. They'd put Mike in an office away from the other programmers, away from everybody. "Don't you get lonely here by yourself?"

"No, I ah ... I like the quiet," Mike said looking away. 

"Oh ... yeah ..." Tara said, feeling stupid. She knew he was still getting over being held prisoner for months by the government. She rubbed his shoulder. "Let me know if I can do anything, okay?"

"Thanks," Mike said giving her an appreciative smile.

"A few of us are going out tomorrow night," Tara said. "Just a drink, maybe listen to some tunes. Wanna come along?"

"Thanks, but I've already got plans," Mike said. He grimaced thinking about what he had to do the next night.

"Are you okay?" Tara asked seeing the cloud appear over Mike's face.

"Yeah," Mike said. "I've just got to take care of something."

"How are you Mike?" Jen asked the next night. They were sitting at an Italian restaurant in Cupertino - the kind with a wood fire grill - at a quiet corner table. "You're working at Apple?"

"Yeah, the job's good," Mike said with a shrug, only half interested in the job. It was a job, it kept him busy, it paid well.

"That's good," Jen said forcing a smile. "Thanks for meeting me."

"Of course," Mike said. They were silent for long moments.

"You just flew in?" Mike asked breaking the silence.

"Last night, I'm staying with Keri and Jim," Jen said looking across the room. Mike followed her eyes. Keri was there waiting, like a mother hen, looking worried. They gave each other a brief nod of hello.

Mike looked back at Jen. She was as beautiful as ever. Being pregnant made her even more beautiful, if that was possible. Her eyes were red though. 

"I'm surprised the doctor let you on a plane," he joked, seeing that Jen was very pregnant. He knew she was due in a few weeks.

"I had to twist her arm," Jen joked back, forcing a laugh. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about actually." She nervously brushed a loose strand of silky blonde hair behind her ear. "I'm due soon. I was wondering if you could be there. As my friend."

"Oh," Mike said suddenly feeling cornered. "I don't know." He forced a laugh. "I'm not sure what to do."

"There's not much to it," Jen said with a nervous laugh. "Mostly listen to me scream if the pain medicine isn't strong enough," she joked. "I'm too much of a coward to do natural child birth."

"I don't know Jen -."

"It's just, it'd be nice to have you there, as a friend," she said quickly, cutting him off. Tears welled up in her eyes and she wiped away a tear. "Sorry, I promised myself I wouldn't cry," she said with a forced laugh. She was silent for a moment, collecting herself, willing away the tears. She forced another smile, trying to sound causal and light. "You won't have to do anything. It'd be nice to have you there, that's all. As a friend."

"Jen ... I can't," Mike said looking pained. "... I can't."

"Everyone will be there," Jen continued as if not hearing Mike, keeping her voice upbeat and light as if talking about a party she was planning, rather than giving birth. "Allie and Darren, Keri, my mom and sister, your parents said they'd be there too. Everyone will be there to hear me scream." She laughed at the joke, trying to sound bubbly, but tears were flowing down her cheeks. "It's just, you're still my best friend, you know?" she said smiling through the tears. "It would be nice if you were there, that's all. If you could hold my hand ..." 

Mike looked away, not able to see her crying. "I can't," he said in a voice so low Jen could barely hear. "If I go, we'd get back together."

"Would that be so terrible?" Jen asked, looking desperate. "Can't we try again Mike? I know you're going through things. I can help you Mike. I can. I'll do anything."

"I can't Jen," Mike said looking pained. "It's just ... I can't. I'm sorry."

Jen nodded. "Good decision," she said forcing a tight smile even as tears flowed down her cheeks. "I don't blame you." She added with a laugh, "Who wants to be around a screaming girl right?" She looked away into the distance. "I'm such a fuck up anyway."

"You're not a fuck up," Mike assured her. "You only did what I wanted. Even Drums."

"You told me not to see him," Jen said as if chastising herself.

"The next day I would have told you to see him again," Mike said, knowing himself better than anyone. "That's why we can't be together Jen. We're bad for each other. You're better off without me." 

"No I'm not Mike!" Jen said sobbing. "I'm not!"

Mike resisted going to her. "I don't feel like myself," he said. "I'm messed up inside. I can't get better if you're there. I'm sorry."

"We better go honey," Keri said coming up to Jen. Jen buried her head in Keri's arm, sobbing. "We'll see you later Mike," Keri said.

Mike nodded, his heart breaking as he watched Jen walk away with Keri. He wondered if he'd ever see Jen again. He knew it would not be good to see her, or even talk to her. They were bad for each other. They were like drug addicts, feeding off each other. It was better for both of them if they stayed apart.

He suddenly became aware of everyone looking at him, he needed to get away. He threw some bills on the table and hurried out. On the way home he stopped and bought a bottle of scotch. He planned to drink the entire bottle, he needed the alcohol to dull the pain.

~~~ Six months later ~~~

"Hey stranger, haven't seen you around," Tara said to Mike one evening. "Where've you been keeping yourself?"

"I've been working at home some," Mike said distractedly, still looking at the computer screen.

"Do you ever stop working?" Tara asked with a laugh, squeezing her body between Mike and his computer. "Come on, buy me a drink, you've never thanked me for getting you this job."

A half hour later in a bar, Tara watched as Mike finished his second scotch and ordered another one. "Wow you can really pound them down," she giggled. "Nice to see you're not a total boy scout."

"I'm not a boy scout," Mike said as if criticizing himself. 

"I know, you're a bad boy," Tara teased with a sparkle in her eye. They finished their drinks and ordered another round. Playfully squeezing Mike's knee, Tara whispered conspiratorially, "So you leaked the information, right?"

"I'm not supposed to talk about it," Mike said feeling half drunk.

"I'm not wearing a wire," Tara teased, feeling tipsy herself. She arched her back and pressed her chest against Mike. "Go ahead, search me," she added with a giggle. Mike couldn't help laughing. 

Tara leaned closer to Mike and whispered into his ear, "Come on, fess up, did you do it?" She leaned so close her knee pressed against his. She was wearing a short skirt. She had nice legs.

Mike suddenly wanted to impress this cute 22 year old. "Yeah, I did it," he admitted, his throat hoarse from excitement. It was the first time he'd admitted it to anyone. As if on its own volition, his hand went to Tara's knee. He caressed her thigh. She wasn't wearing hose, her skin was soft.

Rather than pull away, Tara smiled at Mike and moved even closer, wedging her legs between his. As she did Mike's hand moved up her leg, under her short skirt. His fingertips brushed against her cotton panties. "You ARE a bad boy," she giggled. She moved her hand to Mike's crotch. "A big bad boy," she breathed hotly into his ear, stroking his erection.

Mike abruptly pulled away. Through his near drunken stupor he thought of Jen and felt guilty.

Reading Mike's mind, Tara said "You guys broke up, right?" Seeing Mike nod, she asked "Have you been with anyone else?"

"No," Mike whispered, feeling horny but guilty too.

"The first time is always the hardest," Tara said knowingly, more worldly than Mike despite being years younger. She hugged him, pressing her big tits against him. "We'll go as slow as you want," she whispered into his ear, kissing down his neck.

Mike chugged down his scotch, his fourth in less than an hour. He was drunk and hadn't been with a girl in months (since Jen). Tara was pretty, sexy, young. And she was clearly available. He was rock hard and couldn't remember when he'd wanted a girl so much!

"Want to come over to my apartment?" he asked, the alcohol dulling his normal shyness around pretty girls.

"Let's go," Tara said with a bedroom eyes smile, playfully hitting her hip against his.

Knowing Mike's shyness around girls, Tara took control once they got to his apartment. She melted into his arms and kissed him. Soon they were making out big time and trading tongue. Mike's shyness quickly disappeared and his hands went to her breasts. He was so used to Jen's small ones he was incredibly excited to explore Tara's. Her bra seemed heavier and stiffer than Jen's, although that made sense since it had a lot more flesh to contain.

Tara pulled away from Mike, smiling knowingly. Men were always so eager to play with her tits. She was okay with that, they were her best asset and she was proud of them. She crossed her arms and pulled off her top, sultrily shaking her hair out after. Sometimes at this point she'd let the guy take off her bra. It was like a test, to see how smoothly he did it. But she sensed (correctly) that Mike would fumble with it, even after being married for years. That was okay. A big part of her attraction to Mike was his naiveté while also being a genius (and also cute!). 

She reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She let the bra fall to the ground and then squared her shoulders, letting Mike have a good look at her firm double Ds.

"You're beautiful!" Mike gushed. Tara's breasts were pear shaped, large and soft, with big up-turned nipples. "God you're beautiful," he said as his hands cupped the underside of her heavy tits and his lips went to her nipples.

Tara closed her eyes and stroked Mike's hair as he worked on her tits. Unlike some girls (especially ones with small tits), her breasts and nipples weren't very sensitive. Still, Mike's caresses felt good. 

She couldn't believe she was here in Mike Andrews' apartment, making out with him. She'd had a crush on him since Cancun. She never thought she stood a chance at taking him away from his wife Jen - she was so beautiful - but here he was with her, his lips around her nipples.

Mike took a long time playing with Tara's breasts. It was like a new toy, he was so used to Jen's small ones. Tara's were massive next to Jen's tiny tits. While he preferred petite, small breasted girls like Jen (he liked the way small breasts made a girl look innocent and young), he of course always admired busty girls (like Allie) and he found Tara's big fleshy breasts fascinating and alluring. 

He was crazy with lust! He hadn't had a girl in months since before being arrested, not counting Jen and he'd been so conflicted about that (and anyway that had only been oral). Feeling out of control, he kissed down to Tara's tummy while at the same time grabbing the hem of her skirt to push it up.

He kissed and licked Tara's belly button. A part of him registered the 22 year old's tummy wasn't flat like Jen's, she had a paunch that pushed over her skirt some. Mike didn't care, he was too lost in lust. He continued to kiss and lick her fleshy belly while tugging at her skirt.

"That tickles," Tara giggled, playfully pushing Mike's head away. 

"Sorry," Mike said breathing hard.

"You bad boy," Tara teased, smiling brightly at Mike and tussling his hair. She got up and reached behind her, unzipping her skirt. 

Mike pulled the skirt down her legs. His eyes locked on her panty-clad pussy. Unlike Jen, Tara wore cotton panties instead of a lacy thong. But at that moment he didn't care about that. The crotch of her panties was wet. He was turning her on! That was all he cared about.

Mike ran his hands up and down Tara's legs. Her legs weren't as long or shapely as Jen's, but they were nice and god he wanted her! He felt out of control! He kissed up her inner thigh, from her knees to the V between her legs. Then he kissed and licked over the wetness of her panties, his hands moving to her ass. He massaged and caressed her fleshy ass while he licked up and down over the camel toe in her panties.

Tara giggled. "You ARE a bad boy!" she said delightedly. Mike pulled the panties down her legs and she fell back onto the couch, her legs opening.

Mike looked at her pussy. She was trimmed, but not bare like Jen. That surprised him. He was so used to Jen's Brazilian he assumed all girls kept themselves bare that way.

But he didn't care. At the moment her pussy was like water to a dying man in the desert. He eagerly moved up between her legs and began eating her out.

Tara gripped the cushions as Mike worked his magic on her. This boy knew how to eat pussy! Soon she was moaning and writhing on his lips and tongue, her hands moving to the back of his head. Then she was screaming as Mike licked her harder, pushing her into an intense orgasm. He kept licking her, making her orgasm go on and on forever. 

She gasped for air as her orgasm finally subsided. He'd given her one of the best orgasms of her life! Cute, brilliant, shy, and the best pussy eater on the planet! She could seriously fall for this man!

"Let's go to your bedroom," Tara said eagerly. Mike helped her to her feet, and she snuggled into his arm as they walked the short distance to his bedroom. She laid Mike on the bed and undressed him, kissing and caressing his body as she went along. His body was average at best, but she didn't hold that against him. Mike was a serious guy, a genius, he had better things to do than spend his time in a gym, he was way more important than those gym rats who spent all their time working on their pecs and abs because they didn't have anything between their ears.

Tara pulled down Mike's boxers. He was small, one of the smallest she'd ever seen. But it was a cute penis, and it fit his thin body. Anyway, size wasn't important to her. She was more concerned about HIM liking HER body, not the other way around. After all, she already liked him. 

She smiled seeing him rock hard. Score one for her!

Mike rolled Tara onto her back. He got on top of her. "Should I wear a condom?" he asked. He didn't know what he'd do if she said yes, he didn't think he had any condoms.

"Yeah," Tara said reaching into her purse. She pulled out a condom and put it on Mike. She was on the pill, but you could never be too safe. She liked Mike but she made all her lovers wear a condom. If their relationship developed ... well, then things would be different.

She guided Mike's cock to her pussy lips. He pushed forward, feeling her pussy lips spread for him. He applied more pressure, and then he was inside her! 

"God you feel so good!" he gushed. She did feel good, so tight around his cock. It'd been so long since being inside a girl! He couldn't remember the last time he'd been inside Jen. 

"You feel so good too Mike!" Tara gushed, caressing his arms and back. 

"I won't last long," Mike said as he moved back and forth. Part of what made this so exciting was Tara's age. Young girls turned Mike on - that was part of what fascinated him about Jen, because she looked so innocent and young - and here he was fucking Tara, who WAS young, only 22.

"That's okay, cum whenever you want," Tara said reassuringly, caressing his chest. She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and pulled him down to kiss her. Mike kissed Tara, and then he moaned into her mouth as he came into the condom. 

Panting, Mike gently pulled out. He threw the condom away, then rolled onto his back. Tara snuggled into him, and Mike put his arm around her.

"That was so good!" Tara gushed, giggling.

"...yeah," Mike said after a short pause.

Tara noticed his hesitancy. "You liked it, right?"

"It was incredible," Mike assured her, smiling at her. He put his arm back around her and she snuggled back into him. 

With his lust sated, and no longer so drunk, he was thinking more clearly. What was supposed to happen now? He liked Tara as a friend, but he didn't have romantic feelings for her. Their sex had been good, but he didn't want to have to spend the night snuggling her.

These thoughts made him feel guilty. He was fond of Tara, he didn't want to be a jerk and tell her to go home.

Fortunately, Tara saved him. She said "I better get home, I have early meetings tomorrow." She kissed him tenderly. "You're incredible, I'm glad we did this." 

"Me too," Mike said without any hesitation this time, although inside he was unsure. Tara smiled and kissed him again. She gathered her clothes and went into the bathroom.

Mike took the opportunity to quickly dress. When Tara came out she smiled at Mike and hugged him. "I'm really glad we went tonight," she gushed.

"Me too," Mike said, forcing as much sincerity into his voice and face as possible. Feeling like she expected him to, he kissed her. 

Mike took a long walk after seeing Tara off in a cab. He'd enjoyed the sex with Tara. His body had needed it - he'd never gone so long without sex since before meeting Jen - and he'd been naturally sexually curious about his young friend Tara.

But he didn't feel anything for Tara besides friendship. He'd only had a few sex partners in his life, and each one had involved a romantic relationship. This was his first "casual sex" experience and he didn't like the feeling. He wasn't a one-night stand kind of person. The fact Tara obviously felt more for him than he felt for her made him feel guilty, and also anxious about how to deal with her moving forward.

His thoughts turned to Jen. He usually tried not to think about her, it still hurt too much. He felt guilty like he'd cheated on her, but he knew that was ridiculous. Their marriage was over. She'd no doubt moved on, he needed to move on too.

He couldn't help comparing Tara to Jen. Really there was no comparison. Tara was cute while Jen was movie star gorgeous. Tara's body was okay, while Jen's was Playboy centerfold worthy. Of course he hadn't seen her since she had the baby, but she was too much a workout fanatic, too concerned about her appearance, it wouldn't have taken her long to get back in shape. 


Life After We Pt. 01



He wondered if she was with Drums, or if she had a new lover (or lovers). Maybe she was with Tom, or even Scott. He knew she'd have plenty of suitors, she was too beautiful and amazing not too. The thought of Jen in a serious relationship with another man made him unhappy.

He put his hands in his pockets and forced thoughts of Jen out of his head. They weren't good for each other. She wasn't good for him. He wasn't good for her. He had to move on. There were lots of beautiful, amazing girls in the world. He'd find one eventually. Not Tara, but someone.

Jen rushed into the meeting, late again. "Sorry," she said taking her place at the front of the table and glancing over the latest Memphis status reports. Most everyone - especially the women - gave her patient, understanding smiles. "Okay, where are we?" she said to begin the meeting.

After the meeting Allie went into Jen's office. "How's it going?" she asked closing the door.

"Anna was up all night," Jen bemoaned, dropping tiredly into her chair. 

"I thought she was sleeping better," Allie said.

"She is, she's a good baby," Jen said proudly. Then she looked tired again, her exhaustion mixed with worry. "I think she has colic."

"Oh, Darren had that, he never stopped crying," Allie lamented understandingly. She smiled encouragingly. "It'll get better honey. How's the nanny situation coming along?" Jen had already gone through 2 nannies, both were older women (in their 50s) and neither had worked out.

"I have a new one starting today, Maggie," Jen said hopefully. "She's a student at NYU."

"See? It's already getting better," Allie said reassuringly.

Jen sighed as Allie left. She worried about Anna. It took all her will power not to call the daycare center to check up on her. She resisted the impulse, she didn't want to be a high maintenance, helicopter mom. But it was hard leaving her 5 month old in the care of people who were little more than strangers.

She looked at her calendar and sighed again. There was no chance of leaving early today, her calendar was packed with meetings. Many were high stress with Memphis execs on how their marketing campaign was progressing. She had to be on the top of her game, she couldn't afford to lose the Memphis account, she really needed this job.

She went into her private bathroom. She'd thrown on jeans and a casual blouse to rush Anna to daycare. Now she had to get ready for the day.

She undressed and did her hair and makeup. She spent way less time than she used to, being busy and only having so much time. 

She picked out an outfit from the small armoire in the bathroom. Before dressing she looked at herself in the full length mirror. She sighed as she appraised her body. She'd lost most of the baby weight, mostly because she was always running around and often forgot to eat. But her body wasn't as firm and toned as before. She hadn't been to the gym since before having Anna. Who had time? She wouldn't feel comfortable wearing a string bikini any time soon.

As usual, Jen ran the Memphis meetings. Scott sat in the back of the room with Leo and Owen, all of them on Jen's Memphis team (Leo and Owen were a few years older than Scott). "She looks good," Leo whispered, his eyes on Jen's ass and legs.

"Her tits are bigger," Owen said approvingly. He looked at Scott. "So Mike's history?"

"That's what I hear," Scott said, his eyes roving Jen's body too. She definitely looked good in the tight designer dress. He liked her new curves.

"Have you hooked up with her yet?" Owen asked. Everyone knew Scott had had an affair with Jen, it was a well-known secret. Most knew about her affair with Tom too. Their beautiful and sexy boss was often the subject of lunch time and happy hour conversations among the guys (and a lot of the girls) of the office.

"I'm biding my time boys," Scott said, eying her tits. They definitely were bigger, and for him bigger was better.

"I think I'll make a move on her," Leo said his eyes still on her legs. Fuck she looked great in those 4 inch high heels.

"Yeah, like you'd have a chance with Jennifer Johnson," Owen said with a derisive laugh. Although Owen enviously knew Leo was as big a player as Scott, and just as good with the girls.

"Jennifer Johnson?" Leo asked. "Whatever happened to Jennifer Andrews?"

"She went back to her maiden name dick head," Owen derided again. Owen was good with the girls too. He'd have as good a chance getting into Jen's pants as Leo and even Scott.

"Keep it down!" Scott chastised in a low voice, seeing Jen casting them a glare.

"Just tell me this," Owen whispered. "Did you really fuck her ass at a party at Penn State?"

Scott grinned at his two friends. "I promised not to say anything."

"Who did you promise? Jen?"

"I can only say this," Scott said grinning wickedly. "There was a party at Penn State. I was there. Jen was there." He paused dramatically. "Condoms were NOT in attendance."

"You lucky fuck," Leo said. Both Leo and Owen smiled enviously at Scott.

"What the hell was that about?" Jen said angrily bursting into Scott's office. "That was an important meeting, I needed you, Leo and Owen paying attention!"

"We were paying attention," Scott said innocently. "We were talking about how to improve the Ring's cross-marketing algorithms by getting finer segmentation resolutions."

Jen looked at Scott skeptically. "Okay, tell me your idea."

Scott's eyes drifted to Jen's chest. Her dress definitely looked tighter across her bust. And was that just a hint of her nipples denting the fabric? Scott felt himself getting hard. Jen's body had already been perfect. Now, with bigger tits and a curvier ass, she was even more alluring, it was like Jen v2.

"Hello Scott, I'm up here," Jen said sarcastically. "Tell me about your idea," she demanded.

"I'm still working the numbers boss," Scott said motioning to his computer screen. "I'll get you a memo."

"Whatever, okay," Jen said irritably. "I want the memo by Friday."

"You got it boss lady," Scott said giving her a boyish, dazzling smile. He looked at Jen's curvier ass as she walked out. Very nice, he thought to himself. He imagined fucking her doggy style, looking down at that improved, v2 ass. Definitely very nice.

Jen picked up Anna from daycare and then met Maggie at the loft apartment. Maggie was 19, a sophomore at NYC. But her freshman year had been a challenge so she'd shifted to the 5 year plan with a reduced course load. Her classes were on weekends so on weekdays she could watch Anna all day and into the early evening, and babysit sometimes on weekends after class. She was perfect!

The next week, with things working out fabulously with Maggie, Jen decided to check out a new gym. Her old gym was too expensive on just her salary, and anyway she didn't want people she knew seeing her in work out tops and tights until she got her old figure back. "Hi, I'm Jen, do you guys have yoga classes?" Jen asked the guy at the desk.

"I'm Danny," the man said, shaking Jen's hand and giving her a not so subtle up and down look. Jen was in her work clothes, a slim dress, stockings and high heels. "Sure, we've got yoga, pilates, dance classes too."

"Oh that's awesome!" Jen gushed. "I'd love to take dance classes, I minored in dance."

"I can tell," Danny said.

"You can tell?" 

"Sure, you move gracefully, like a ballerina," Danny said admiringly, eyeing her up and down again.

"Um thanks," Jen said looking away demurely. She brushed a loose strand of blonde hair behind her ear and turned her attention to the price list. "So how much do you cost?"

"How much do I cost?" Danny said with a teasing grin, putting emphasis on the "I."

"I mean the gym," Jen said with a laugh.

"I'm a trainer so I've got a price too," Danny jokingly pointed out. 

"Well, good for you," Jen said with another laugh. "Mostly I want yoga and pilates, maybe some dance. I don't need a trainer." She grimaced as she looked at the price list. This gym was more expensive than her old one! "I think you're too expensive for my pocketbook."

"I can do better than these rack rates," Danny said. "How does half off sound?"

"That sounds like, sign me up!" Jen said enthusiastically. 

"I'll throw in a few training sessions, so you can try me out," Danny said grinning at her.

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. "Um ... is there a yoga class now? I'd like to get a workout in tonight." 

Danny checked the schedule. "You're in luck, we've got an advanced class starting now," he said smiling at her.

A short time later Danny watched Jen in the yoga class from the security monitor. He was able to focus and zoom on her. He liked what he saw. She was a knock out and had a great body. Sure, she could use some toning up, but she was easily the prettiest girl in the gym, in fact the hottest girl he'd seen anywhere in a while. He was definitely looking forward to getting to know her better.

The next day Jen had lunch with Keri. Keri was in town to check on how things were going with the Google campaigns. "How are you doing honey?" Keri asked looking concerned. "Have you heard from Mike?"

"Nope," Jen said uncaringly. "I try not to think about him." Mike hadn't called her once since she'd practically begged him to be with her during the delivery. Not even once. Not to find out if she was okay, to find out if it was a boy or girl, to find out Anna's name. Not even once.

Okay, she'd done terrible things and he'd gone through a lot. Okay, she got that. But he wasn't completely innocent. He'd pushed the limits of their game. He'd maneuvered her to be with Frankie, he'd encouraged her to develop feelings for him. And, most of all, he'd promised over and over he'd never leave her. He'd promised her repeatedly, no matter what she did, no matter what happened, he'd never leave her. Over and over he'd promised her that. That was a big part of why she'd agreed to go along with a lot of the things he wanted.

Yes, she'd done terrible things. But after all his promises, after his involvement in the things she'd done, he couldn't give their marriage a chance? He couldn't at least be there when she delivered Anna, to hold her hand as a friend? They'd been through so much together. How could he just turn her off that way? 

"Well, I've got some news," Keri said hesitantly. "Do you want to hear?"

Jen shrugged as if she didn't care. She felt a lot of resentment and anger for Mike. He'd left her all alone, a single mom with a newborn. He hadn't called once. Not even once. She'd called him. He never answered. He never returned any of her calls. 

"Whatever, tell me," Jen finally said.

"You know he's at Apple, right?" Keri began. She had a lot of contacts in Silicon Valley, she knew everything. "He's doing a good job. Better than good. He's attracting attention. Google would love to hire him."

"He's always been smart," Jen said with a shrug, looking away.

"He's really quiet though, from what I hear," Keri said continuing. "Keeps to himself. I mean, I know he's shy. But this is different, like he's detached from the world."

Jen shrugged again. He'd rejected her, he didn't want her help. And she was barely keeping above water now, having to take care of Anna all by herself and having all the responsibilities at work. "Is he seeing anyone?" she asked.

"I don't know," Keri admitted. She said gently, "There's a girl Tara -."

"I know who Tara is," Jen snapped.

From her tone, Keri knew better than to ask how Jen knew Tara. She said "I don't know if he's seeing her, but they seem to be friends."

Jen nodded, as if processing this information. Then she abruptly stood. "Thanks for lunch Keri, I'm got to get back," she said and hurried out.

She went into her office and locked the door, ignoring all the people trying to get her attention. She sat on the sofa with her knees together, urgently gripping the cushion. "I will not cry, I will not cry," she said over and over to herself, willing the tears away. 

But then the tears came. The floodgates opened and soon she was curled up into a ball, sobbing into her hands. How could Mike do this to her? How could he leave her? He'd promised over and over. He was her hero, her knight in shining armor, how could he leave her all alone?

Finally Jen calmed down. She forced the tears away. She went into her private bathroom to fix her makeup. She would not let people know she cried. 

She was over Mike. He was out of her life, he was dead to her. She'd thought he was a good man, but in the end he was a shit just like all the other men in her life. It'd just taken her longer to figure it out with him.

"Mike will never again make me cry," she swore to herself.

A few weeks passed and Jen got her life under control. She loved being a mother, and Anna was the joy of her life! Anna was a wonderful baby! She was over the colic and sleeping through most of the night.

Jen was getting more sleep and was starting to feel like a human again. Maggie was working out, so Jen even had some free time. Jen worked out whenever she could and it was showing, her body was firming up. She'd never be a size 0 again, but she was happy to be a size 2 as she liked the extra curves pregnancy had given her. And what girl would complain about going up a full cup size?

The next day Jen's cell rang. She had mixed feelings when she saw who it was. "Hi Frankie," she said into the phone.

"Hey babe, I'll be back in town tomorrow," Drums said brightly. "Wanna get together?"

"So how was your tour?" Jen asked the next evening. They were sitting in a bar around the corner from the loft apartment.

"Great, better than great!" Frankie gushed. He'd been on a worldwide tour for his new solo album since before Jen's delivery. "I've got another hit song!"

"I know, I hear it on the radio," Jen said smiling at him. "That's wonderful Frankie. I'm really happy for you."

"I'm sorry I haven't been around, to help with Anna," he said squeezing her hand. 

"Don't worry about it Frankie, no drama remember?" Jen said. "You're not obligated to do anything."

"I want to be in her life, I want to be there for you Jen," Frankie said.

Jen smiled and nodded but didn't say anything.

"Can I met her?" Frankie asked.

"Sure, let's go," Jen said with a proud smile, always happy to show off her wonderful baby daughter.

"Maggie, this is Frankie," Jen said in the loft apartment.

"Oh my god, I know you!" Maggie said excitedly. "I love your songs!"

"How's Anna?" Jen asked, amused by Maggie's excitement over meeting Frankie. She didn't think of Frankie as a celebrity, but maybe he was (or was turning into one). 

"She's good, she just went down," Maggie said distractedly, more interested in talking to Frankie. Jen went into the nursery (the old guest bedroom) to check on Anna, leaving Maggie to fawn over Frankie.

"You've got a fan club," Jen said with a laugh when Frankie joined her a few minutes later.

Frankie smiled. "Maggie seems like a nice kid," he said. "She's Anna's nanny?"

"Yes. She's wonderful, really saving my life," Jen gushed. "What do you think of Anna?"

Frankie looked down at the sleeping baby. She was a beautiful baby, silky blonde hair like Jen's, in fact her facial features resembled Jen's, it was easy to tell she was her daughter. He didn't see any of himself in Anna's face, but he figured that would come later as she grew up.

"You probably shouldn't pick her up, we don't want to wake her up," Jen whispered, looking lovingly at her daughter.

"That's cool, another time," Frankie said. He really didn't care about holding Anna. In fact, he really didn't care about Anna at all. He was there for Jen.

"Want a beer?" Jen asked. "I've got St. Pauli Girl."

"Cool, my favorite," Frankie said brightly.

"I remember," Jen said with a smile. They closed the nursery door and Jen got him a beer. She poured herself a glass of wine and they sat on the sofa.

"You look good Jen," Frankie said as they clinked glasses. He looked her up and down. She did look good, really good, even better than before she got pregnant.

"Thanks, I've been working out," Jen said smiling at him. "I've almost got my body back."

"You look like you're already there!" Frankie gushed.

"Um, not quite," she said. She pulled the blouse out of her skirt and undid the bottom 3 buttons. "I'm still working on my stomach," she said opening the blouse to show him her tummy. Her stomach was flat but perhaps not quite as firm and toned as before. 

"Looks good to me," Frankie said putting his hands on her stomach.

Jen smiled at him. She unbuttoned the rest of her blouse and tossed it on the floor. Frankie was pleasantly surprised to see her wearing a sexy lacy bra instead of a maternity bra. 

"You're not breast feeding?" he asked.

"I did at first, but it was impossible after I went back to work," Jen said with a grimace. That'd been one of the saddest days of her life, the last time Anna suckled at her nipple. Putting that sad memory out of her mind, she arched her back and said happily, "They stayed big though."

"I see that," Frankie said excitedly, looking at her tits. "I can feel it too" he joked as he cupped her bra covered breasts. "I've missed these."

"Yeah?" Jen said her eyelids getting heaving as he rubbed her nipples though the thin lacy material. She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra, tossing it onto the floor next to the blouse.

Jen got onto his lap, straddling his legs. She put her arms around his neck and kissed him. They tongued each other as he fondled her bare tits. When they took a break from making out a few minutes later they were both panting. 

"You knew this would happen?" he asked as he continued to fondle her breasts, smiling and looking into her sweet blue eyes.

Jen nodded. "I haven't been with a man since the last time with you," she admitted. "I seriously need laid," she added with a giggle.

"Seriously?" he said both surprised and pleased. "You waited for me to get back?"

Not quite, Jen thought to herself. She'd been a basket case after seeing Mike. Then after having Anna, sex had been the last thing on her mind. And only now was she getting her body back. 

Honestly she hadn't thought about sex much (if at all) since the last time she'd seen Mike. Even now she wasn't that into it. But she wanted sex with a man, because it was another step to putting Mike behind her and out of her head. Frankie was easy. She already had a relationship with him, it wasn't like she had to get picked up in a bar.

She kissed him again to avoid answering his question. Frankie fumbled at the zipper at the back of her skirt. Jen slid off his lap. She unzipped the skirt and wiggled out of it, pulling off her thong at the same time. Now she only had on stockings and high heels. 

"You look really good Jen," Frankie gushed, seeing her (mostly) naked body. She was hotter than ever! He reached behind and cupped her ass cheeks in his palms. Her ass was fuller now, but just as tight. He definitely liked her more womanly curves!

Jen undressed him, running her fingertips over his muscular chest. She slid onto the floor and pulled off his pants. She pulled down his shorts and his rock hard cock popped out. She wrapped her hands around his shaft. He was so thick it took both hands to hold him. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

Frankie moaned and rolled his head back. Jen wasn't great at giving head, but having her submissively on her knees between his legs really turned him on. But he didn't want to cum in her mouth. He picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed, laughing. She quickly put a finger to his lips. "Not too loud, Anna," Jen whispered, reminding him she had a baby she didn't want to wake up.

"Sorry," Frankie said, hiding his irritation.

"Come here cowboy," Jen said smiling at him. Frankie got on top of her, between her open stockinged legs. She reached to the nightstand and got a bottle of lub from the drawer. 




Life After We Pt. 01



"Since when have you needed that?" Frankie said as he watched Jen rub some lub around and into her pussy.

"You're so big honey and I haven't done this in a long time," Jen said stroking his cheek. "Come on, I want to feel you inside me," she said pulling him towards her.

"No condom?" he asked.

"I'm on the pill," Jen told him. She was never getting pregnant by mistake again! Two dumb blonde moments were two too much. She'd gone on the pill as soon as possible after having Anna, and she was taking the pill each day religiously.

Jen reached between their bodies and guided his cock to her pussy lips. "Go a little slow okay?" she said.

Frankie pushed into Jen slowly. Jen grimaced as he penetrated her, he was so thick! She poured lub on his shaft as he eased deeper into her.

"Oh god," Frankie moaned as he got balls deep inside Jen. He hadn't known what to expect, but her pussy felt as good as before, like a tight smooth velvet glove around his cock. He moved in and out of her. "God your pussy feels so fucking good!"

Frankie rolled her over onto her hands and knees. He knew Jen loved it like it like that - it made her feel like a slut (which she was!) - and he loved the control it gave him over her sexy body. He started slamming her, pile driving her pretty face into the mattress. 

Frankie didn't last long. He had a lot of opportunities to fuck anonymous pussy on tour, and he took advantage of those opportunities, bedding a new girl two or three times a week. But quantity didn't mean quality. Most girls he hooked up with on tour were pretty, some even beautiful, but none were as hot as Jen, and she had the best feeling pussy! She was the best fuck!

"I'm cumming!" he groaned. "I'm cumming!" Moments later his body jerked and he flooded Jen's pussy with his cum.

"That was really good," Jen said moments later as they lay on their backs, gasping. It HAD been good too. He'd made her cum. It wasn't a mind blowing orgasm like ones he'd given her before, but it was good. 

Drums rolled to his side to look at her. He ran his hand between her perky tits and onto her flat stomach. "I didn't know you were waiting for me," he said. He grinned and joked, "You should have called, I would've flown back for a booty call."

Jen smiled. "Maybe I should have," she said. 

"Seriously, I wanted to give you some space, to work things out with Mike," Drums said.

Jen's smiling face turned melancholy. "That was really nice Frankie," she said.

Drums did a high five inside his head. He'd played it perfectly! In truth, he'd leaped at the chance to go on the world tour. He'd gotten tired of fucking Jen's pregnant body so when Mike was released and came home he was happy to dump her for a while. He figured they'd break up, with Mike being so fucked up in the head over what the government had done to him and coming home to find Jen fat with his baby.

The tour had given him an excuse to miss the delivery. The last thing he wanted was to be around THAT! And he knew from experience, a girl's pussy was ruined for a month or two after giving birth, and most girls never got their hot bodies back.

Drums cupped and squeezed Jen's larger breasts, his eyes moving down her flat stomach and long sexy legs. Jen HAD gotten her sexy body back, in fact she looked better than ever. Her pussy still felt great too.

Jen was still the prettiest and sexiest girl he'd ever met, and now she was his! Jennifer Johnson - he found out she was using her maiden name again - the hottest girl at Penn State, she was his now! 

He figured he'd married her, make it official. He'd enjoy having her on his arm, his beautiful and popular trophy wife, and fuck her whenever he wanted. (Of course he'd keep fucking all the young pretty girls who threw their hot bodies at him on tour.) He'd keep Jen as long as she kept her looks, and he planned to get her tubes tied as soon as possible to keep her looking young and hot as long as possible.

He kissed behind her ear and rubbed her nipples, just how he knew she loved it. "Give me a minute and I'll be ready to go again," he whispered hotly into her ear.

Just then Anna started crying. Concerned, Jen bolted from the bed and hurried to the nursery, wrapping a robe around her. "Dumb ass brat," Drums said under his breath, scowling.

Jen came back a few minutes later. "She's back asleep," she said. "Maybe you should go, I don't want her to wake up again."

Drums frowned. "I came straight here from the airport," he said. "I didn't get a hotel room."

"... you should stay here then," Jen said after a moment's hesitation. "I probably should sleep though, I have an early meeting tomorrow."

"Sure, whatever," Drums said, disappointed. He'd wanted to have another go with Jen to explore more of her new curvier body.

The next morning Jen was already dressed when Drums woke up. She smiled at him. "You better get going, Maggie's already here," she said.

"She's in college right? She probably figured I was staying over," Drums said with a laugh. He looked Jen up and down. He loved seeing her all dressed up for work, wearing a form fitting dress, stockings and high heels. She was gorgeous! He put his hand on her ass and pulled her to him. "Come on, a quickie before you go to work, the way we used to."

"I can't Frankie," she said giggling as she pulled away from his grasp. "I told you, I have early meetings today." She poked a finger into his muscular chest and giggled again. "Come on cowboy, get up, you need to leave."

Later that morning Jen had a moment between meetings. Sitting in her office, she looked out the window and thought about Frankie. He was handsome, had a great body and was a wonderful lover. She couldn't help comparing him to Mike. Frankie was fun and full of life, whereas Mike was moody and major drama. Did she have a future with Frankie? He was most likely Anna's biological father after all. 

But how did she feel about him? 

Whatever, it didn't matter. No matter how nice he seemed at times, Frankie was just another player, like Colin, Scott and all the others. Or maybe she should say Frankie was just another Mike.

She thought about it. No, that wasn't right. Mike wasn't like Frankie, or any of the other guys. Mike was his own category of shit.

A few weeks later Jen was having lunch with Keri again. "No news about Mike," Keri told her. "No one's seen him lately. He's working from home even more than before."

Jen gave an uncaring shrug.

"His work is still amazing from what I hear," Keri said. "He's got a really bright future at Apple. Being a recluse helps, believe it or not. The old enigma wrapped in a mystery thing."

"Can we talk about something else?" Jen said exasperated. She was trying not to think about Mike.

"Sorry, I thought you wanted to know," Keri said. 

"I don't!" Jen snapped.

"Sorry," Keri said again. They were silent for long moments. Finally Keri broke the silence, saying "Jim and I have someone we'd like you to meet."

"God Keri, a blind date?" Jen groaned. What was next, Internet dating sites?

"No just anyone honey," Keri assured her. "His name's Clint. He's Jim's lawyer, we've known him for years. He's a good man Jen. We've told him about you, he wants to meet you."

Jen scowled at Keri. She said "So he's older?"

"Early 40s," Keri admitted. She quickly added "But he lives young. He's in great shape. He's really handsome too." When Jen didn't say anything Keri said "What, you don't like older men?"

"I don't mind older men," Jen said thinking of the affair she had with her history teacher back in high school. Mr. Hayden had been in his forties at the time and she'd been wild about him.

"So what is it?" Keri asked.

Jen shrugged. "I'm kinda seeing Frankie." She'd been seeing Frankie 1 or 2 times a week, although they'd been more hook ups than dates.

"Frankie, seriously?" Keri said skeptically. She'd never met the musician but she'd heard about him. She knew of course he was Anna's biological father (she didn't know about Joe). "Do you really like him?"

Feeling pressured under the glare of Keri's questioning, Jen laughingly joked "The sex is good!" Although she said it unconvincingly. Their sex had been just okay (at least from her point of view). It was satisfying, but not the mind-blowing passionate sex like before. Jen didn't know why, Frankie was still Frankie. Maybe she'd changed, she was a mother now after all.

"You won't have to worry about that, Clint's a great lover," Keri assured Jen. She laughed when she saw Jen's inquiringly look. "No, I haven't been with him. I'd love to. But he's Jim's lawyer, not a good idea."

"He's divorced?" Jen asked. 

"He divorced his second wife last year," Keri said nodding. "His first wife died. It was a tragedy, she was really nice."

"I don't know Keri," Jen said unsure. 

"Go out with him honey," Keri pressed. "It'll help you get over Mike."

"I'm already over Mike," Jen insisted. But Keri gave her young friend a skeptical look.

Mike dreaded going into the office. He'd avoided it for weeks, not wanting to see Tara after their one night stand. But Apple had quarterly "all-hands" meetings where attendance was mandatory.

There were lots of people gathering for the start of the meeting, hundreds. As Mike made his way to the big common room, he noticed people staring at him. Not only were they staring at him, they moved aside as he approached, forming a corridor in the crowd.

Many of the men looked at him with envy, others nodded and smiled admiringly at him. The girls gave him interested, inquisitive looks or smiled knowingly at him. Mike felt uncomfortable with all this attention. What was going on?

Mike saw Tara. She had a sad look on her face. He continued on, not feeling up to a confrontation.

Finally he reached the common room. There was a very pretty blonde girl standing there, surrounded by a lot of people including his bosses. It was clear she'd been waiting for him to arrive.

"Hi Mike," the beautiful blonde girl said, smiling brightly at him. 

Mike gave the gorgeous young woman a crooked smile. "Hi Jasmine."



Life After We Pt. 02



"So you're going out with Clint tonight?" Keri asked on the phone.

"Yes, he's picking me up after work," Jen said.

"You have to tell me who you think he looks like," Keri said with a laugh.

"Who does he look like?" Jen asked not understanding.

"Just call me after and tell me," Keri said with another laugh.

"Hi Jen, I'm Clint," Clint said that evening as he met Jen at her office.

Jen's eyes opened wide with surprise. "Oh my god, you look like Clint Eastwood!" He did too, like a slightly owner Clint Eastwood from the Dirty Harry movies. Clint was the same height as Eastwood, 6' 2" (towering over Jen's 5' 3"). While Eastwood was lean, Clint was more broad shouldered.

Clint laughed. "Everyone says that," he said. He offered his arm. "Shall we?"

Clint took Jen to a trendy bar close to her office. After ordering drinks he said "You're even more beautiful than your pictures."

"You've seen pictures?" Jen said with a laugh, although clearly she enjoyed the compliment from this handsome man.

"Keri showed me your Facebook page," Clint said smiling at her.

"Oh okay," Jen said as their drinks arrived. 

"Here's to new friends," Clint said offering his glass.

Jen smiled. "New friends," she said clinking her glass to his. She took a sip and said "You're Jim's attorney?"

"I try to keep him out of trouble," Clint said with a laugh. "You know the mischief billionaires can get themselves into."

"Yeah," Jen said suddenly melancholy.

"Sorry, that was insensitive," Clint said, realizing he'd reminded Jen of her ex-husband. "For the record, I think Mike Andrews is a real American hero. What he did was courageous. What the government did to him was cowardly and a gross injustice."

"Thanks," Jen said forcing a smile.

Realizing the evening hadn't gotten to a good start, Clint said "Jen, I'm sorry your marriage didn't work out. I really am. I loved my first wife. She was the love of my life. I lost her to cancer, she was only 35. I married again, but she wasn't the same as my first wife. So I understand what you're going through."

"Then why did you want to go out with me?" Jen asked.

"Because you're beautiful, you're smart, you're interesting," Clint said. "Because I think it's possible to fall in love again. Because I'd like to get to know you better."

"Wow, I don't think I've ever had a first date like this before," Jen said with a laugh.

Clint grinned and shrugged. He opened his hands. "This is who I am, open, cards on the table," he said. "Communication, that's the key to everything."

"That's true," Jen said. Being a marketing person, she definitely understood the value of communication. That was something she and Mike didn't do nearly enough of. She looked at Clint. "Why didn't your second marriage work?"

"It wasn't for lack of communication, Ellen and I talked all the time," Clint said. "I guess you could say we were sexually incompatible."

"Oh ... how?" Jen asked, curious now.

"Well, the answer to that is also the answer to why Jim and Keri knew I'd be interested in you," Clint said with a grin. "I believe in open relationships. That was something that made my first marriage special, Sarah and I believed the same things. We had sex with others, but it only made our marriage stronger."

Clint's revelation surprised Jen. She thought lawyers were all conservative and straight laced. "So, Ellen wasn't into that?" Jen asked. 

"She was at first, but then she wasn't," Clint said. His eyes bore into Jen. "I think sensuality makes a woman more beautiful. Keri told me you've a very sensual woman."

Jen's eyes narrowed. "What did Keri tell you?" she said, thinking of the file Keri ran on her.

"Not much actually," Clint said. "I'm a lawyer, I know how to find out information."

"Is that right?" Jen said crossing her arms defensively.

"Please forgive me," Clint said giving her a charming, sheepish smile. "I saw how beautiful you were, Jim and Keri told me a little about you, I couldn't help myself."

Jen couldn't help being flattered, at least a little. "So what did you find out?" she asked.

"I found out you're someone I want to get to know better," Clint said evasively.

"Stop with the lawyer bullshit okay?" Jen said with a glare. "What did you find out?"

"Okay," Clint said with a chuckle, enjoying her directness. "You're brilliant, I like that. You enjoy sex, I like that. You like variety, I like that too."

"So you're looking for a slut?" Jen scoffed.

"I don't think you're a slut Jen," Clint said reaching over and squeezing her hand. "I think you're sensual, that's a turn on for me."

Jen flinched at his words. "That's what Mike always called me."

Clint squeezed her hand again. "I know you're still getting over him. I'm okay with that, I understand what you're going through. To be honest, I'm still getting over Sarah."

"I'm wish I knew her, she sounds really nice," Jen said.

"She was the best," Clint said, suddenly looking sad. It was Jen's turn to reach over and squeeze his hand. He gave her a weak smile.

"So what are we, wounded souls?" Jen asked, also looking melancholy.

"New friends, remember?" Clint said forcing a smile. He squeezed her hand back.

"Yeah," Jen said, giving him a weak smile. Mustering up her spirits she said "I'm glad I'm here Clint." Then she laughed. "Oh my god, I just realized ... sometimes I call my lovers 'cowboy.' You ARE a cowboy!"

Clint chuckled. "I think of myself more Dirty Harry than spaghetti western."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Jen said laughing.

Clint laughed back. Then he realized what Jen had said. He gave her a crooked grin and said "So am I a potential lover?" 

"You move fast for a first date," Jen said still laughing. Then her laughter died off and she turned melancholy. "I'm not ready for anything serious Clint." After a pause she said "Would you mind taking me home?"

Clint drove Jen to the loft apartment in his rental car. He found a parking space a few doors down, the overhead street lamp making their faces just visible in the starless night.

They sat in silence for a few moments, looking at each other. Finally Clint said "I had a really good time Jen." He looked into her face as if mesmerized. "God you're beautiful," he gushed. Hoping to continue their evening, he asked "Can I come up?"

"That's probably not a good idea," Jen whispered. If Maggie saw Clint she might say something to Frankie, and she didn't want to deal with that. 

Yet Jen made no move to get out of the car. After another moment Clint leaned in and kissed her. 

Jen could immediately tell he was experienced. His kisses were soft yet urgent, tender yet passionate. When Jen returned his kisses he pulled her into his arms. He stroked her silky hair and neck as they made out. When he felt Jen shudder and moan as his fingertips brushed across her neck, he moved his lips to her neck, kissing and nibbling up her neck and behind her ear. 

As Clint worked on her neck he moved his hand to Jen's breast. He cupped her breast and immediately found her hard nipple, denting her blouse through her bra. Clint rolled her ultrasensitive nipple with his thumb while still kissing and licking behind her ear. "Ugh god," Jen groaned, rolling her head back at the pleasure.

After getting worked on for about 10 minutes, Jen pushed Clint away. "Stop please," she gasped, her body on fire. 

"Let me come up," Clint said running his hand up her leg. Jen's skirt had hiked up and the lacy tops of her stockings were showing. Clint ran his hand over them and gushed "God you're sexy!"

"I better go," Jen said pulling down her skirt.

Clint put his hand behind Jen's head. "Come on," he said applying slight pressing.

Jen looked to where he was trying to pull her, down at his crotch. His pants were tented with a major hard-on. 

Jen felt Clint put more pressure behind her head. She looked into his eyes. "Come on," he said urgently, applying even more pressure behind her head.

Jen looked back at his hard-on. He looked huge! Fuck it, she thought to herself. She expertly unbuckled and unzipped his pants. She pulled out his cock, holding his heavy member with both hands. His manhood was very impressive! 

She stroked him up and down. "Is this what you want?" she whispered huskily.

"Yeah," he moaned, his breathing heavy as Jen stroked him with her petite, soft hands.

"Okay," Jen said, her own breathing heavy at holding such an impressive cock in her hands. She pulled her long blonde hair to the side, then she lowered her head and went down on Clint.

He was big, so she could take only part of him into her mouth. She stroked his shaft with her hands as she bobbed her head up and down. Clint moaned and rolled his head back as Jen worked on him. In truth, Jen was just average at giving head. Above average maybe, but he'd definitely had much better. But her mouth was soft and hot, she was drop dead gorgeous and had an incredible body, and he liked the fact she was going down on him on their first date. She was definitely sensual!

After a few minutes Clint's body tensed and he groaned, and then his cock erupted in Jen's mouth. His hips jerked up and down as he ejaculated down her throat. Jen managed to swallow all of it, even though he came a lot. Even as he was caught up in the pleasures of his orgasm, Clint noticed Jen swallowed. He squeezed her shoulder affectionately, thinking she might very well be his dream girl!

Jen rose up, her lips wet. She brushed back her hair and leaned back into her seat, a big smile on her face. "I feel like I'm back in high school," she said laughing.

"That was amazing, thank you," Clint said, kissing her. His hands went down to her skirt. "Let me take care of you."

"No," Jen said pulling her skirt back down. "I'm okay. I need to check on Anna." 

"I understand," Clint said. He stroked her blonde hair. "I think you're incredible. Can I see you again tomorrow night?"

"Um, I already have plans," Jen said. Frankie was coming over tomorrow. "Maybe next time you're in New York." She knew he lived in San Francisco. "How often are you here?"

"A couple times a month," Clint said. He brushed her hair with his hand again. "I can be here more often."

"Um, just call me the next time you're here," Jen said, not wanting to commit to anything more serious than casual dating. She gave him a brief kiss. "Bye," she said, then she was gone.

"How's Anna?" Jen asked Maggie as she stepped into the loft apartment.

"She's fine, I just checked on her," Maggie said. She saw Jen's tussled hair and rumpled blouse and skirt. "Hot date?" she asked with a giggle.

Jen smiled back at the teenager. "Don't tell Frankie okay?" she said. 

"Never, girls have to stick together, right?" Maggie said with another giggle.

Jen checked on Anna and then went into her bedroom. She undressed and got into bed. She didn't bother with a nightie or panties. Her body was hot from making out and going down on Clint, she needed an orgasm.

She stretched out on the bed and played with herself, one hand fondling her breasts and nipples, the other caressing her inner thighs. She closed her eyes and fantasized about Clint. Despite his age, he was gorgeous and had a great body, and had an impressive cock. She rubbed her nipples imagining it was his hand, not hers. She rubbed her clit imagining it was his tongue. She put two fingers into herself imagining it was his cock.

But she couldn't cum. She felt frustrated, this was happening more and more, not being able to get herself off. She switched her fantasy to Frankie, then Ricky, then Scott, she even thought about Colin, but still she couldn't cum.

So then, as if on their own volition, her thoughts turned to Mike. She remembered Colin's party, when she and Mike had been on their knees in front of Mal. Mal's cock pressed against Mike's cheek. 

"Go down on him Mike," she'd said. The sight of Mike opening his lips and taking Mal's hard cock into his mouth had been so erotic. And then Malcolm had started fucking Mike's face. She shuddered at that memory, her fingers furiously rubbing her clit. 

"Cum on Mike's face," she'd told Mal. "Please do this for me," she'd begged Mike. Mike had let Mal cum all over his face, even though he didn't want that. She'd never seen anything so hot. She'd loved Mike so much at that moment.

She was close to cumming as she continued to remember that evening. But in her fantasy, things deviated from what had really happened. As she rubbed her clit, she imagined pushing Mike down on his back. His little cock was rock hard. She mounted him. As she fucked him she leaned down and licked all of Mal's cum from his face. In her fantasy Mike looked deep in her eyes and said "I love you baby." 

At that moment Jen came. Her body convulsed from a massive orgasm. Afterwards she lay gasping. Then reality hit her. Mike was gone. He didn't love her anymore. They were getting a divorce. Despite her promise to herself, she curled into a ball and cried.

The next day Keri called Jen. "Tell me everything!" Keri said excitedly.

Jen shrugged, still feeling emotionally unbalanced. "Clint's nice I guess ...," she said. "He comes on kinda strong."

"He's a lawyer, what do you expect?" Keri joked. "I thought you liked aggressive men."

Jen couldn't help laughing. "I do, but he got really heavy for a first date."

"He's older Jen," Keri patiently explained. "He doesn't have time to waste. He's trying to find out if there's potential for something long term."

"I need to get Mike out of my head," Jen thought to herself. "Maybe Clint can help. But still ..."

"I'm not sure I'm ready for something serious," Jen said.

"Jen honey, Clint is a good man, Jim and I have known him for years," Keri said. "He's handsome, wealthy. You can trust him, he's transparent, he is what you see. Jen honey, you should give him a chance."

"Maybe," Jen said unsure. "He told me he's into open relationships."

"Yes, like Jim and me," Keri said. "That's what you want, right?"

"I don't know," Jen said with a frown. "Not exactly what I dreamed about when I was growing up."

"But Mike -."

"Mike wanted it more than me," Jen said. Then she admitted "Okay, I wanted it too. But you know how that ended."

"It's different honey," Keri said gently. "Mike was into seeing you with other men, the whole cuckold fantasy. Clint's not into that. He wants both of you to enjoy life, but he understands the difference between love and sex. Clint's a man, he's mature. You need someone like him Jen, he'll take care of you, he'll never let you down."

"He divorced Ellen," Jen pointed out.

"That was mutual, and amicable too," Keri told her. "And Clint took care of her financially, she'll never have to work again in her life."

"Okay, well ... he is kinda hunky," Jen said with a giggle.

"Only kinda?" Keri said giggling back. "So, did anything happen?"

Jen blushed into the phone. "I went down on him," she admitted with an embarrassed giggle. She remembered how Clint had pushed her head down into his lap. "He's a pushy shit."

"He's a lawyer!" Keri joked again. But she knew Jen. "I bet you liked it though."

"Well ..." Jen said in a soft voice.

"I think he's right for you Jen," Keri said turning serious. "He's an aggressive asshole sometimes, but nice too." She laughed knowing her young friend. "See? Perfect for you."

"Oh my god, just imagine my match dot com profile," Jen said laughing back. "In search of well-endowed hunky man, assholes preferred."

"You know what I mean!" Keri said laughing. "You'll go out with him again?"

"Maybe, we'll see," Jen said unsure again.

That night Jen had a date with Drums. While Maggie watched Anna, she and Drums went to dinner at an Italian place down the street (Jen never went to the little bistro anymore). Afterwards they went to a club to listen to a local band, and then went back home to the loft apartment.

Jen checked on Anna while Drums chatted with Maggie. Maggie seemed as star struck as ever with Drums even though she saw him a couple times a week on his dates with Jen.

Maggie went to bed (Jen had converted the study into a 3rd bedroom for Maggie). Jen and Drums went into her room.

They fucked, as they did at the end of all their dates. But their sex no longer had the passion and lust from before. It was like they were going through the motions, at least from Jen's point of view.

"Okay if I stay over?" Drums asked. "I forgot to get a hotel room."

"Again?" Jen said irritably. Frankie knew she didn't like him to stay over. He did this all the time! How hard was it to book a hotel room? God he was so irresponsible!

"Come on, what's the big deal?" Frankie said. 

"It's not good for Anna to wake up and see you here," Jen said.

"She's a baby!" Frankie said with a dismissive laugh. "Anyway, I'm your boyfriend, right?"

"I need to brush my teeth," Jen said going into the bathroom. Afterwards she slipped into a silk nightie and got into bed with Frankie. Jen rolled to her side and Frankie spooned her. 

Frankie moved his hand to her breasts, cupping her. Her body felt really good. She worked out regularly now, and she definitely had her firm toned body back. He felt his cock stiffen as he fondled her perky tits. He was ready for round 2! 

Jen felt his erection too. She pulled away from him and said "No Frankie, I have to get up early tomorrow."

"Come on babe, we used to do it all the time," he said pulling her back.

"I've got a baby now, I'm a single parent, my job is more important now," Jen said wiggling from his grasp.

"Fine, whatever," he said irritably. He moved to spoon her again. 

"Um, would you mind sleeping on your side?" Jen said gently.

"I thought you liked sleeping that way," Drums said confused.

"I do usually," she said. "I don't know, I don't feel like myself, maybe I'm PMSing."

"Okay, sure, I get it," Drums said. He stayed on his side of the bed while Jen rolled to her side, moving as far away from Drums as possible while still being on the same bed.

The next morning Drums felt a soft hand gently shaking his shoulder. He opened his eyes.

"Hi sleepyhead," Jen said smiling at him. She was already dressed for work, looking sexy in a body hugging dress, hose and high heels. "You better get up, I've got to go soon."

Drums looked at the clock. He groaned seeing it was only 7am. "Do people really get up this early?"

Jen laughed. She tussled his hair and said "Sorry I've been such a bitch lately."

"That's alright, I get you're stressed at work," he said smiling at her. He pulled her to him, running his hand up her stockinged leg. "You can be a little late right?"

"I really can't," Jen said laughing. She got up. "You need to get up Frankie."

"Come on, help me out," he said motioning to his erection.

"You've got a hand, right?" Jen said with another laugh.

"Whatever," Frankie said dramatically, flopping back onto the bed. "I'm gonna sleep in a little, okay? Don't worry, I'll make sure Anna doesn't see me."

"... well, alright," Jen reluctantly agreed. "Just don't stay too long, okay?"

Frankie fell back asleep. When he woke it was 1030. He lay in bed and thought about Jen. She'd changed. She used to be so much fun, bubbly and flirty, fun loving, out of control, a social butterfly. That was part of what made her so irresistible, it wasn't just her pretty face and tight body, it was the whole package. 

Now she seemed so serious all the time, so grown up. Maybe it was because she was a mother now. 

He remembered how it used to be. Jen couldn't get enough sex, she was insatiable, practically a nympho. She did drugs, nothing too strong but enough to get a buzz and have a lot of fun. Now, nothing. Sure they had sex, and he was always hot for her, she was too beautiful not to be. But she wasn't passionate anymore. The lustful wickedness, the SLUTTYNESS, that wasn't her anymore. It was just plain vanilla sex, that was all she gave him.




Life After We Pt. 02



Drums was still hard from that morning. It was impossible not to get hard around Jen, especially when she was all dressed up in stockings and high heels. She had the best legs! He thought about jerking off but that wasn't appealing to him. Maybe he'd catch up with Jen tonight.

He got up and pulled on his jeans. He cracked open the door. He saw Maggie but not Anna. He went out and said "Where's the brat?"

Maggie laughed. "She's taking a nap," she said. She gave Drums an admiring up and down look. He was shirtless, and she felt flushed looking at his muscular chest. He looked hot in those low rise jeans, they hung on him really well.

Drums noticed Maggie's appraising eye. He liked that, the admiringly look, the excitement on her face. He got that from a lot of girls, but not Jen, not anymore.

Maggie was a cute girl. Short brown hair, farm fresh cute face. She wore glasses, that was kind of hot. She had long legs, a nice ass. Her tits were bigger than Jen's.

He walked over to Maggie. "So how old are you?" he asked brushing a hand across her cheek.

"I'm 19," Maggie said, her face getting hot at Drums's touch.

"19," Drums repeated. So young, like a college sophomore. Definitely good looking. Not in Jen's class, not even close. But still, only 19. And he liked the idea of fucking Jen's nanny, in Jen's bed. Jen deserved it for not taking care of him that morning.

"Let me show you something," he said. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. "What do you think?"

"Oh my god," Maggie gasped, her eyes going wide. This was going to happen, it really was! She'd dreamt about making love to this hot rock star, fantasized about it, and now it was really going to happen! Not wanting to give him a chance to change his mind, she quickly got on her knees and took him into her mouth.

"Good girl," Drums said, stroking Maggie's face. She wasn't very good at giving head, but it was really hot being inside a 19 year old's mouth. And anyway, she was probably just as good as Jen.

"Pull down my pants," he said. Keeping the head of his cock in her mouth, Maggie pulled his jeans down his legs. Drums kicked them off. 

He put his hands on the back of her head and shifted her lower. "Lick my balls," he told her. As instructed, Maggie lapped at his big balls, licking them and sucking them into her mouth.

"Yeah, good girl," Drums said approvingly. He raised his leg and put his foot on the sofa, opening himself to her. He pushed her head lower and said "Lick my asshole Maggie."

When she hesitated, he said, "Come on, do it. Jen loves doing it."

"Really?" the naïve teenager asked.

"Oh yeah," Drums lied. He knew Jen would never do that. He stroked Maggie's hair. "Come on, you'll love it."

Maggie smiled weakly at Drums. She let Drums move her head lower, and then she hesitantly licked his asshole. "Oh yeah," Drums moaned. "Yeah, that feels so fucking good. That's it Maggie, yeah, just like that. Oh yeah, you're my ass licking slut, aren't you?"

Soon after Drums was ready to fuck. He carried and threw Maggie onto Jen's bed, delighting the teenager. He got on the bed and made Maggie strip for him. He liked what he saw. She didn't compare to Jen, but who did? She had a pussy, that was all that mattered. 

He didn't want her to try to kiss him (not after licking his ass) so he rolled her onto her hands and knees. As he was about to enter her she hesitantly asked "Do you have a condom?"

"No," he lied. He had one in his wallet but he wanted to fuck her bareback. "You're on the pill right?"

"No," she said sounding scared. Drums's cock twitched. This was getting even better! "I'll pull out," he promised, but he was lying again. That seemed to appease Maggie and she let him enter her.

Drums fucked Maggie hard, his lust magnified by the fact he was fucking an innocent teenager not on any birth control. Maggie squealed under him like a wild pig, loving every second of it. He reached under and fondled and squeezed her big tits, making her moan even more. He felt her shudder with an orgasm, and then he was close to his own climax. The thought of shooting his fertile seed into her unprotected womb was driving him crazy with lust. 

He grabbed and pulled her hair as his orgasm hit. At the very last second he pulled out and shot his load over her back. He realized if he got Maggie pregnant Jen would find out he was cheating on her. He didn't want that drama. Despite the bump in their relationship he still wanted to marry her.

Afterwards Maggie was giddy as she snuggled into Drums's arm. She couldn't believe she'd just fucked a famous rock and roll star! She couldn't wait to tell her friends! 

"I want to thank you for all your help," Mike told Jasmine after the all-hands meeting. They were sitting in a crowded Peet's Coffee. Everyone recognized Jasmine Kelly of course. Although they kept a respectful distance away, everyone was looking at her, especially the men. Mike couldn't blame them. Jasmine was gorgeous! She was just as pretty as Jen, and he'd seen her in a bikini so he knew she had an incredible body. She was probably the only other girl he'd ever seen who might have legs as good as Jen's.

"You were right Mike, I was wrong, it was the least I could do," Jasmine said. She put her hand over his. "What you did was so brave. I really admire you." She smiled into his eyes.

"Thanks," Mike said smiling back. He was well aware of Jasmine's hand over his. Her hand was petite and pretty, and so soft. 

Finally though Jasmine pulled her hand away. She said "So you and Jen broke up? I'm not surprised. I'm not trying to be mean, she's nice enough. But you two seem so different. She's so wild."

"I try not to think about her," Mike said with a tight grin. 

"I'm sorry, I'm being an idiot."

"No you're not, it's just ... we were both wrong." He grimaced. "I'm not proud of myself, the way it ended."

Jasmine nodded, feeling Mike's discomfort and pain. "I guess all breakups are like that," she said.

Mike suddenly felt anxious in the crowded coffee bar. "You feel like getting a drink?" he asked.

"Definitely," Jasmine said smiling at him.

Mike took Jasmine to a neighborhood bar. He'd been there before, he knew it would be mostly empty. 

"So I hear you're doing amazing things at Apple," Jasmine said as she sipped a glass of white wine.

"I'm just a programmer," Mike said.

"You're being modest," Jasmine said giving him a playful hit in the arm. "I know Bob Lynch. He raves about you." Lynch was Senior VP of Development at Apple, essentially the CTO.

"Yeah, well, thanks," Mike said, his anxiety spiking again. Part of him - the ambitious part - wanted to jump onto the Apple fast track and go as far as possible. But that life would be really stressful and he wasn't sure he was up for it, with his head and psyche being so fucked up. Another part of him wanted to crawl back into his apartment and be by himself. That life would be lonely, but at least he wouldn't be so anxious all the time. He knew he had to find some middle ground, but he wasn't sure what.

He felt Jasmine put her hand over his again. "I know I'm being forward - I can't help it, I'm a reporter," she said with a laugh. "I've always liked you. I've always been attracted to the strong silent types." She laughed again, this time a little nervously. "I'd like to get to know you better Mike."

Mike didn't know what to say. He wasn't used to being pursued by girls, much less girls as beautiful as Jasmine Kelly. Since when had he become so desirable?

"People say I'm a pushy bitch," Jasmine said with another laugh. She slid closer to Mike. "I've wanted to do this a long time." She leaned into Mike and kissed him. 

Mike was stunned at first. Then he kissed Jasmine back. Her lips were so full and soft. They kissed for a few moments, and then Jasmine pulled away. They were both gasping. "Sorry, I couldn't resist," she said giving Mike a delighted smile. "I hope you're not weirded out."

"No, I liked it," Mike said. 

She smiled and beamed into his eyes. "I've got to go, I'm meeting my producer," she said. "I'm going to dinner with some work friends tomorrow. Would you like to go?"

"Ah yeah, sure, I'd like that," Mike said a little nervously.

"You're so cute," Jasmine giggled, leaning into him. She got a pen and paper from her bag and wrote down an address. "Pick me up at 7, okay?"

The dinner was with 6 of Jasmine's work colleagues, all bigwigs from the major news channels. Everyone seemed impressed with Jasmine for getting the reclusive Mike Andrews to go out to dinner. They'd all tried to interview Mike since being released by the government, but he'd refused all requests. He was a very private person and the thought of being interviewed on TV turned his stomach. They quizzed Mike throughout dinner, wanting to know the full story about what he'd done and what the government had done to him while being held prisoner. Mike dodged their questions as best he could. By the end of the dinner he felt like he'd been interrogated by the CATF.

He felt shaky as he drove Jasmine to her hotel. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm good," Mike said, but he was anything but. 

"Thanks for coming to dinner with me," she said, squeezing his arm and leaning into him. 

"Are they your friends?" Mike asked referring to the people at dinner.

"No, not really," Jasmine said. "People I need to know though. Here's my hotel." Mike parked at the curb in front of the Belvedere hotel, the trendiest boutique hotel in Palo Alto. Still holding Mike's arm, she said "Want to come up?"

Inside her suite, Jasmine said "Can you make us drinks?" She stepped out of her high heels and walked to her bedroom. "I'll be back in a minute."

Mike stared at the 4 inch high heels. He felt his erection growing. Remembering the drinks, he hurriedly opened a bottle of wine from the in-room bar and poured 2 glasses.

Jasmine came out a few moments later. Mike gasped when he saw her. She'd taken off the sexy designer dress and now wore a filmy negligee that ended well above her knees. Two thin spaghetti straps held up the negligee. It was clear she wasn't wearing anything underneath, no bra or panties. His heart pounded in his chest.

Mike nervously handed her a glass of wine and they clinked glasses. "I'd like to get to know you better Mike," she said after taking a sip of wine, looking into his eyes. "Would you like to get to know me better?"

"Yes," Mike said, his throat dry from excitement. He put both wine glasses on the table. Then he pulled her to him and kissed her.

They fell onto the sofa, kissing and petting each other. Jasmine's body felt incredible! He couldn't help comparing her to Jen. While Jen was small breasted, slim and petite, Jasmine had a classic hour glass figure. Jasmine's legs were just as long as Jen's, and while not as slim as Jen's were perhaps just as shapely. 

Mike cupped and fondled Jasmine's breasts while he kissed her. He pulled down the tiny straps, revealing her breasts to his eyes. They were magnificent! So big and full, yet firm too, with hard upturned nipples. She didn't need a bra, it was like they defied gravity. Mike always thought Jen's small tiny tits were perfect. Jasmine's were perfect too, yet so much bigger!

Mike's lips went to one of her nipples, licking and sucking it. He rolled the other between his thumb and forefinger. He worked on her for long moments. Jasmine stroked his hair as he played with her tits. 

Mike looked up at her and was surprised. While she was smiling at him, there wasn't lust or excitement in her face. With Jen, if you played with her breasts and nipples for even a few moments she'd be writhing under you with her cum face on, practically ready to climax. While Jasmine seemed to be enjoying the attention, she certainly wasn't out of control, not even close to it.

"Don't you like this?" Mike asked cupping and fondling her breasts. 

"Of course I do," Jasmine said smiling at him, but again her face was devoid of excitement. 

Mike's heart sunk. Clearly he didn't turn her on. But he was too lost in lust to stop now, he wanted her! He pulled the negligee completely off her. He took a moment to look at her. Her body was perfect, flawless! So full and lush, so tight and firm!

He kissed down her body, over her perfect breasts, her flat stomach, down her firm shapely thighs. He got on the floor, between her legs. He looked at her pussy. She kept herself completely bare with just a trimmed landing strip, similar to Jen. Her pussy looked like Jen's too, although Jasmine's lips were fuller than Jen's (matching the rest of her body). 

Mike moved up between her long legs. He knew he was good at eating pussy. He intended to take his time with Jasmine, use all his magic to make her writhe under his lips and tongue and give her an incredible orgasm.

To his surprise, she closed her legs modestly. "I don't really like that," she said blushing.

"Really?" Mike asked surprised. He'd never met a girl who didn't like being eaten out. Jen adored it.

"Yeah, I never have," Jasmine said looking embarrassed. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay," Mike said feeling bad for making her feel uncomfortable.

She pulled him to her. "Let's work on you," she said with a sly smile, undressing him. She took off his shirt, then kissed down his chest as she unbuckled and unzipped his pants. 

Mike worried as she pulled down his shorts. Would she be disappointed with his size? To his relief, Jasmine didn't look disappointed. But she didn't look excited either. She smiled at him, but there was no lust on her face. 

She stroked him a few times, then briefly took him into her mouth. Then she got up and said "Are you ready?"

"Yeah," Mike panted, looking at her beautiful face, her wet lips, her ripe body. 

Jasmine stood up. She took Mike's hand and led him into the bedroom. They passed Jasmine's high heels on the floor. For a moment Mike's thoughts flashed to Jen. Countless times he'd seen her step back into her high heels before getting into bed to fuck. Also, Jen almost always wore stockings. Jasmine was bare legged. Not that she needed stockings, her legs were incredible no matter what. But then so were Jen's. As he thought about it, he couldn't remember ever seeing Jasmine wearing hosiery, she always went bare legged. Jen on the other hand almost always wore hose (even if just pantyhose or tights), except when it was really hot.

Jasmine playfully pushed Mike onto the bed. She reached into her purse and got a condom. "I'm on the pill but -."

"I get it," Mike said taking the condom from her. He opened the foil package and was about to put it on when Jasmine took it from him.

"I'll put it on you," she said giving him a dazzling smile. She rolled it onto his cock. After he was sheathed, Mike kissed her, moving his hands over her body again. He moved her onto her back and got between her legs. Jasmine reached between their bodies and guided his cock to her pussy. "I want you," she said.

Mike pushed into her pussy. He groaned and his eyes rolled up into his head as he entered her. Her pussy felt so good! He began moving in and out of her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss her. They kissed as Mike fucked her.

"Do you think you'll cum?" Mike asked between kisses, his orgasm getting close.

"Don't worry about me," she assured him.

"I'm gonna cum," Mike warned.

"Go ahead, I want you too," Jasmine said, pulling Mike to her again and kissing him.

Mike came moments later. He stayed on top of Jasmine supporting himself on his arms, then carefully pulled out. He disposed of the condom then got back on the bed next to Jasmine.

"Are you okay?" he asked stroking down her stomach. 

"I'm fine," she assured him, smiling at him and snuggling into his arm. 

"Did you cum?" Mike asked.

"No, but that's okay," she said kissing his chest. "I'm fine."

Jasmine sensed Mike was upset. "What's wrong?"

"... it's just ..." Mike said, but he was too embarrassed to continue.

"Tell me honey, what's wrong?" Jasmine gently pressed.

Mike hesitated, then finally said "Jen hardly came. With me anyway. Her lovers always made her cum."

Jasmine sat up. She took Mike's face into her soft hands and gently said, "I'm not Jen Mike. I think you're a great lover, I had a wonderful time." She kissed him. "I hardly ever cum, no matter who I'm with. That's just how I am. Okay?" She kissed him again.

"Okay," Mike said giving her a crooked grin.

"I've seen Jen's lovers, they're good looking," Jasmine admitted. "That's not important to me." She quickly added with a giggle, "I think you're good looking."

"Okay," Mike said with a laugh.

"Sex isn't that important to me Mike," Jasmine said. "I mean, it is and it isn't. I'm looking for a partner in life. Sex is just part of it." She gave a crooked smile. "Sorry for getting so serious, but you started it." She giggled.

"No, it's okay," Mike assured her.

She took his face in her hands again and looked into his eyes. "I'm not Jen Mike. I'm a one man girl. I don't want other men." Then she tilted her head and gave him an inquiringly look. "Are you looking for that?"

"No, I'm done with that," Mike said referring to his and Jen's game.

"Good because that's not me," Jasmine said. She kissed him. "Do you want to sleep over? I'd like you to."

"I'd like that too," Mike said. They got under the blanket. One thing Jasmine had in common with Jen, she liked to be snuggled in bed. It felt good to hold a woman, especially one so beautiful and sexy as Jasmine Kelly.

"Do you think we're going too fast?" Jasmine asked as they lay in bed looking at each other.

"Probably," Mike joked with a laugh.

"I've had my eye on you for a while," Jasmine said smiling into his eyes.

"You're hard not to notice," Mike said smiling back. His hand drifted to her bare breasts. He cupped them, amazing at their perfection. "You're so sexy," he gushed, his dick getting hard again.

She felt his hard dick poking her. She smiled at him. "I really need to get some sleep," she gently said. She hugged and kissed him to make sure he didn't see it as a rejection.

"Okay," he said, knowing sex was over for tonight. Jasmine rolled over and Mike spooned her, and they fell asleep holding each other.

For their second date Clint rented a sleek, 75 foot yacht for a private dinner cruise around the New York Bay. He picked her up in a limo at the loft apartment and they drove to Pier 81 on the west side of Manhattan. As they boarded the yacht they were greeted by a staff of 20, including a private chef and a string quartet. They sipped Dom Perignon and nibbled on Russian caviar as they sailed down the Hudson. They were serenaded by the quartet as they rounded the tip of Manhattan and sailed up the East River to midtown. They had a gourmet dinner as they watched the sunset over the Empire State Building and the Chrysler Building. As darkness fell they slow danced to the soft music of the string quartet as the ship circled Ellis Island and the Statute of Liberty.

"Are you having fun?" Clint asked as they swayed to the soft music.

"Not really, I yacht around the Statute of Liberty all the time," Jen joked. She looked into Clint's eyes. "I'm having a wonderful time," she said. She reached up on her tip toes and kissed him.

Clint ran his hands down Jen's back and ass as he kissed her. He felt the straps of her garter belt. "I like your choice in lingerie," he said grinning at her.

"I like it you like it," she said smiling back at him. She looked at the string quartet. She took Clint's hand and guided him to a private alcove where they could still hear the music but couldn't be seen. "You went to a lot of trouble to get laid," she joked.

"Is it going to work?" he asked smiling at her.




Life After We Pt. 02



"I guess you'll have to see, huh?" she teased. She slid down his body onto her knees. She took his cock out and went down on him.

She licked up and down his shaft, at the same time caressing his balls. Then she took his cock into her mouth. She stroked him with her hands as she bobbed her head up and down.

Clint groaned. "Keep doing that and you're going to make me cum," he warned, his words coming out like a moan. He pulled her up to her feet. He put his cock back into his pants and then took her hand. "Let's go downstairs."

In the bedroom, Clint unzipped Jen's dress. It fell to the floor around her feet. She stepped out of it, leaving her in bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and high heels. Then she undressed him until he was naked.

Clint laid Jen on the bed. He pulled down her bra and sucked and rubbed her nipples. "Feels good," Jen said closing her eyes.

Clint moved his hand over her firm flat stomach down to her panties. He rubbed over her pussy. To his surprise, her panties were dry. He reached into her panties, feeling her pussy. He was pleased to find her completely hairless. But her pussy was barely moist.

"Don't you like this?" he said looking at her, concerned.

"Of course I do," she said immediately. She pulled him on top of her. "I want you so much," she said kissing him. They made out and fondled each other. Jen ran her fingertips over his muscular chest and over his six pack abs. Clint fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples. 

Jen lifted her butt as Clint pulled off her panties. He moved between her legs, guiding his cock to her pussy. She was still dry. He frowned. Wasn't she enjoying this? Wasn't he turning her on?

Reading his mind, Jen said reassuringly "I've been that way since having Anna." She tongued spit onto her hand and lubricated herself. She smiled at him, inviting him to enter her.

"Condom?" he asked.

Jen shook her head. "I'm on the pill," she said.

Clint smiled, clearly happy with that answer. Leaning on his elbows, he pressed his cockhead between her pussy lips. She still seemed dry so he used he own spit to lubricate his shaft. Then he pushed harder until his thick cockhead popped into her. 

"God you feel good!" Clint gushed, feeling Jen's soft velvety pussy for the first time.

"Yeah," Jen said with a grimace. Clint was almost as thick as Frankie, and longer. Clint took his time, knowing it took girls time to get used to his big cock. Soon though, he was balls deep inside Jen. He began pumping in and out, moving slow at first but then going faster.

"Oh god," Clint moaned. Her pussy felt so good! So soft and smooth, and tight too! He couldn't believe she'd had a baby!

"Are you close?" Clint asked kissing up her neck.

"Almost," Jen panted. "Just a little longer."

"I can last," Clint said panting back.

"Yeah?" Jen panted. She closed her eyes, enjoying the wonderful sensations of Clint's long thick cock moving in and out of her. But she wasn't sure if she'd cum, she couldn't seem to get over the edge. She could fake it to spare his feelings. But she wanted to cum.

She glanced to the side. There was a chair there. She closed her eyes. This time she imagined Mike was sitting in the chair, watching Clint fuck her. "Suck my nipples," she whispered to the make believe Mike. Clint heard her. As he continued to pound her he leaned down and sucked and rubbed her nipples. "Oh god yeah," Jen moaned. In her fantasy Mike was sucking her nipples as Clint fucked her. Moments later she arched her back and her toes curled in her high heels as she came. Clint followed soon after, cumming and ejaculating deep inside Jen.

Afterwards Jen felt guilty. Clint had gone to a lot of trouble and spent a lot of money for this evening, she shouldn't have thought about Mike while he fucked her. She took off the bra, garter belt, stockings and high heels. Then, to help make it up to him, she asked "Can I borrow your shirt?"

"Yes, of course," Clint said smiling and looking pleased.

Jen smiled into his eyes and put on his shirt. She knew men loved it when you wore their shirts. She leaned into him. "That was wonderful," she said running her hand down his chest and smiling into his eyes.

Jen went out with Clint about every other week, whenever he was in town. A few weeks after the yacht date they were in his hotel room, in bed after having sex. "Can I asked you something?" he asked. "How do you think we're doing?"

"How do I think we're doing?" Jen repeated with a giggle. It was such a lawyer way to say that. "I don't know." She added with a laugh, "If we're going to have a serious talk I need a drink."

Clint laughed back and went over to the bar of his suite. "Let's see what we've got," he said looking over the hotel room's stock of bottles. 

Jen got up from the bed and joined him at the bar. She was naked, except for her bra (which somehow managed to stay on during their sex) and stockings. She put Clint's shirt on because she was a little chilly, and also because she knew he liked that. 

Jen looked at the bottles of the suite's bar. Among the bottles was Highland Park Scotch.

Clint said "Let's see, we've got vodka, gin, wine, scotch -."

"Scotch," Jen said looking at the Highland Park.

Clint raised an inquiring eyebrow at her. "I thought you liked vodka, or wine," he said. "I didn't know you drank scotch."

"Sometimes," Jen said with a shrug. "Just a little. With one ice cube."

Clint nodded approvingly. He poured both Jen and himself one. She smiled at Clint as he handed a glass to her. She sipped it, remembering all the times she'd watched Mike drink Highland Park with a single ice cube. Then she realized Clint was saying something to her. "Sorry, what?"

"I asked, if you enjoy being with me," Clint asked.

"Of course I do honey," Jen said smiling at him and rubbing his arm. They sat down on the sofa.

"I really like being with you," Clint said smiling and putting his arm around her.

"Well, good," Jen said with a giggle, leaning into his arm.

"So maybe we should take the next step, become exclusive," Clint said.

"Oh," Jen said suddenly off-balance. She wasn't ready for this conversation. To buy time she joked "Exactly how does that work, since you swing?"

He smiled. "I don't call it swinging, it's an open relationship," he explained.

"There's a difference?" Jen said with a laugh. She affectionately squeezed his arm to let him know she was joking.

"Maybe not," Clint admitted laughing back. "How does it work? We'd be committed to each other. But when we're not together, you can see who you want and I can see who I want."

"Okay ..." Jen said hesitantly, processing this.

"We don't talk about our lovers," Clint said. "Unless you want to."

"No, I wouldn't want to know," Jen said immediately. They both were thinking about Mike (Clint had heard about Mike's cuckold fantasies from Jim and Keri, how Mike liked Jen to tell him about her lovers).

Clint nodded. "I'm that way too," he said. He carefully said "I'm not putting Mike down. I'm just not into that."

Jen nodded, looking at her glass of Highland Park Scotch.

"It'd just be sex, it'll keep us hot for each other," Clint said talking about sex with their respective lovers.

"I get that," Jen said. 

"But we'd be committed to each other," he added.

"Kinda like going steady," Jen joked with a giggle.

"Yeah I guess," Clint said with a chuckle. "What do you think?"

"I don't know Clint, I'm not sure I'm ready for that," Jen said. Seeing the disappointment in his face, she gave him a weak smile and said "You know I'm still getting over Mike. Do you really want to be my rebound boyfriend?"

"You haven't seen him, talked to him, for over a year right?" Clint said gently. "You need to move on honey. I want to be with you Jen. I'll do my best to make you happy. Give us a chance."

Jen looked away. She didn't respond, not knowing what to say. Seeing her discomfort, he changed the subject and said "Can I asked you something else?"

"I guess," Jen said with a nervous laugh.

"A couple of things," he said.

"Okay," Jen said with another laugh.

"I like when you wear this," Clint said smiling at her and touching the collar of his shirt. "It makes me feel good."

Jen smiled back at him.

Jen hadn't bothered to button the shirt, so her lacy pink bra showed through. Clint fingered the lace. "I'd like you to go braless," he said.

"Oh, I'll take it off," Jen said reaching behind her.

"No, that's not what I mean. When we go out, I'd like you to go braless." He grinned at her. "That's always turned me on."

"Okay, I can do that," Jen said giggling. She knew different people had different kinks. She didn't mind going braless when she was with him, she'd just have to pick the right things to wear so it didn't look obscene. "That's what you wanted to ask me?"

"That's the first thing," he said. He touched the ring on her left hand. It was the Sophia ring. "Why do you wear this?" he asked.

"I like the ring, it's by Sophia Dakati," Jen said defensively.

"But why do you wear it on your left hand?"

"I don't always," Jen said. "When I don't want to get hit on I wear it like an engagement ring."

"But you're with me," Clint pointed out.

"Of course I am," Jen said, leaning into him. She smiled and shrugged. "I forgot." She moved the Sophia ring from her left to right hand. "Sorry," she said, and she kissed him.

"Mike gave you that ring, right?" Clint asked.

"Well, yeah," Jen admitted. "But I wear it because I like the designer, not because he gave it to me." 

Clint nodded. He decided not to push it. "You'll think about what I said?"

"I'm already thinking about it," she assured him, smiling into this eyes. She got on her tiptoes and kissed him again.

"Congratulations!" Jasmine gushed, clinking Mike's champagne glass. "I can't believe Apple's offered you Code Master."

"It's not that big a deal," Mike said. "It's more of a figure head position."

"No it's not Mike," Jasmine said seriously. "Apple's never had a Code Master, not even with Steve Jobs. It's equivalent to CTO, you'll have major influence over the direction of the company." She squeezed his arm and said gently but forcefully, "Honey, you need to be less modest sometimes. It'll hurt your career."

Mike shrugged. "I'm not sure I want this career," he said.

Jasmine gave him a "seriously?" look. She said (with disbelief in her voice), "You're not thinking about turning down the promotion? Do you realize the buzz this is getting? Not just the Valley. CNN ran a spot on it today, so did the 3 networks. No one turns down a promotion like this."

"I'm not sure I want to do this for the next 10 years," Mike said. He was tired of being on the fast track. Money and advancement used to be important to him. He wasn't so sure anymore. The posttraumatic stress disorder was getting better, he was doing better around people, being in crowds. The lethargy and depression were lessening. But the prospect of getting back into the rat race held little appeal for him. And for what? To make a better iPhone? To design Apple's version of Google Glass? Is that what he wanted to spend his life doing?

"Do you realize how powerful you would be, not just in the Valley but the whole world?" Jasmine said pressing him. "The bonuses and stock options, you would be rich again. Mike, I won't let you turn down this opportunity."

Mike laughed. "It's my decision Jasmine."

Jasmine gave him a crooked smile. "No it's own decision," she said hugging his arm. They'd been seeing each other regularly for weeks. When Jasmine was in Silicon Valley she stayed with Mike in his Cupertino apartment. "Mike, this will help my career too," she said looking into his eyes. "We're a team now right?"

Mike smiled but didn't say anything. "Hmmm, I bet I know what you'd like," Jasmine said grinning at him. "If you're a good boy I'll wear stockings to the dinner tonight."

Mike's eyes went wide and he grinned at the prospect of Jasmine in thigh high stockings. Jasmine rarely wore hose, it was considered unfashionable among the elite. When Jasmine told him that a few weeks ago, Mike thought about it and realized he rarely saw movie stars or TV personalities wearing hosiery; they always went bare legged. That made him wonder about Jen. Jen was the biggest fashion hound, she knew all the latest styles. Surely she knew the faux pas about hosiery, yet she always wore stockings, tights or pantyhose. He wondered if he'd ever have the chance to ask her about it.

Then his head processed what Jasmine had said, "the dinner tonight." His heart sank. He'd forgotten, they had another one of those dinners tonight, with people she called "friends" but she didn't really know, typically bigwigs in the news, entertainment and political arenas who Jasmine wanted to network with. 

Of course, he knew Jasmine was using him to get to know these people. But it was better than being alone. He was fond of her, and owed her a lot. And, of course, Jasmine was incredibly beautiful (she was the only girl - besides Jen - he'd rate a 10). It irked him though she only wore stockings if he was "a good boy."

"I've got a meeting with Sam this afternoon." Mike reminded her.

"Okay, I'll meet you at Il Fornaio," she told him. She smiled at him. "Don't be late. And wear your blue shirt, you look good in it." She hugged and kissed him.

"I can't believe you're nailing Jasmine Kelly," Sam said later as they shared a pitcher of beer. "Who's next, Erin Andrews? 

Mike laughed. "You're married to a movie star," he pointed out, referring to his wife Claire. 

Sam scoffed, being dramatic about it. "Blonde. Big tits. And she can get tickets to any football game. That's dream girl in my book buddy boy."

Mike laughed again. Then he got melancholy as he remembered why they were there. "Have you heard from Jen?" he asked.

"Claire's talked to her," Sam said. "She's okay I guess. Anna's a cute kid."

"Yeah," Mike said looking off into the distance. He'd seen pictures of Anna on Jen's Facebook page. Anna was beautiful, just like her mother. "Is she with Drums?" he asked.

"Mike, if she is, that's on you, you know?" Sam said frowning at his best friend from college.

"I'm just asking Sam," Mike said.

Sam shrugged. "I'm not sure who she's with," he said honestly. "I guess she's seeing Drums. Another guy too, Clint Baxter."

"Who's he?" Mike asked.

"An older guy, 45 maybe," Sam said. "He's a lawyer. I know him by reputation, represents mega rich people like your friends Keri and Jim."

"They're Jen's friends," Mike pointed out. Sam shrugged again. "Are they serious?"

"I don't know Mike," Sam said exasperation creeping into his voice. "Why don't you call Jen and ask?"

"You think I was wrong to leave?" Mike asked.

Sam's tone softened. "I don't know Mike. I know you went through a lot. You needed to get your head straight. Since I like you both, I guess I wish it ended differently."

"Anna's not mine Sam," Mike said. "She was living with Drums while I was in jail."

"I know that Mike," Sam said looking gloomy. "So why did you want to meet?"

"It's been over a year," Mike said. "We need to finalize things."

"Mike you're not asking me to handle your divorce," Sam said looking wary.

"The only thing we have left is the loft apartment," Mike said. "I want Jen to have it. That's all I need you to do, handle that."

"... alright," Sam said reluctantly. He didn't want to get involved in this, but Mike was his best friend.

Sam met with Jen the next week in New York City. Even after knowing her for years, despite being married to a beautiful movie star, he had a hard time not staring at Jen. She was devastatingly beautiful. Physically, god had given her everything. 

"Mike wants to give me the loft apartment?" Jen said. "But he sent you to tell me?"

"I'm just the messenger Jen," Sam pointed out shrugging.

Jen shook her head. "I don't want the loft apartment," she said. 

"Mike feels bad for leaving you the way he did, he's trying to make up for it," Sam said imploringly. "You don't have to keep the apartment, you can sell it, use the money."

"He said that?" she asked. "He feels bad?"

"I mean ... not in so many words," Sam admitted. Seeing the disappointment come over Jen's face, he quickly added "You know how Mike is, not the best communicator."

"I don't want the apartment," Jen repeated in a low voice. They were silent for long moments. Finally Jen asked "Is he seeing anyone? Tara?"

"I don't know a Tara," Sam said warily.

"But he's seeing someone?"

"I don't think it's serious," Sam said evasively.

Jen waited, her eyes boring into Sam. Finally he said "I think he's dating Jasmine Kelly." Sam winched as he saw the distress come over Jen's pretty face. 

"You're not surprised are you?" Allie said to Jen later that day. They were in Allie's office.

"I guess not," Jen said glumly.

"I mean, Jasmine really helped Mike out," Allie reminded her. 

Jen looked sharply at Allie, glaring at her. "Sorry," Allie said, knowing this subject was a sore point with Jen. 

Taking another tack, she said "You're seeing other people right? So is Mike. It's good Jen. You two need to move on with your lives."

"Yeah, I guess," Jen said.

"So how is Clint Baxter?" Allie said smiling. "I've seen his picture, he looks just like Clint Eastwood."

"Yeah, he does," Jen said finally smiling. "He's nice. I like him."

"You're still seeing Frankie?" Allie asked.

"Sometimes," Jen said with a shrug.

Allie got up from her desk and sat on the sofa next to Jen. "So guess what?" she said giving Jen an excited look.

"What?" Jen said looking interested.

Allie gave Jen an excited smile. "Darren and I have started playing our own game," she said delightedly.

"Are you serious?" Jen said her eyes going wide. "What are you doing?"

"Going to clubs," Allie said. "God I never knew there were so many swingers in New York."

Jen gawked at her friend. "How does it work?"

"It's like a party, usually in someone's house," Allie explained. "If we meet another couple we like, we find a bedroom."

"Oh my god," Jen said shocked. "When did this start? I thought you didn't want Darren to play."

"I didn't want Darren to play the way he used to," Allie said. She laughed. "But you know me, I'm a bigger slut than you." They both laughed. "We talked about it. We decided to have fun while we're young." Allie laughed again and held out her hands. "It's forced me to get back into shape."

Jen nodded. Allie did look good, she had her pre-pregnancy body back. "I bet Darren is happy about that," she joked.

Allie rolled her eyes playfully. "He can't keep his hands off me," she giggled. She whispered conspiratorially "We usually swap with mixed couples like us."

"Black husband and white wife?" Jen asked.

Allie nodded delightedly. "After Darren I can't get enough of black men," she said giggling. "And Darren likes white girls." She scowled playfully at her best friend. "Don't even think it, I'm never letting you near Darren again."

"That's okay," Jen said with a laugh. She actually had no interest in Darren. She'd enjoyed the sex with him but she wasn't really interested in black men.

"So what about you?" Allie asked. "You have Clint and Frankie. Who else? Barista boy? That trainer at your gym, what's his name, Danny? I know how bad you are. Who else is in your harem?"

"I don't have a harem," Jen said with a laugh.

"But the sex is good right?" Allie asked. "With Clint and Frankie?"

"Sure," Jen said sounding less than enthusiastic. Seeing Allie's questioning look, she said "I used to think about sex all the time, I couldn't get enough." She shrugged. "I don't know, maybe it's being a mother. It's not so important anymore."

Allie gave her friend a concerned look. Then to keep things light, she laughed and said "Speak for yourself girlfriend!" Despite herself Jen laughed.




Life After We Pt. 02



Their laughter died off and they were silent. Then Allie said "Maybe we'll have some fun in Vegas." They were going to Vegas next week for a Google status meeting. Their Google account was just as important as Memphis, and Keri liked holding meetings at the Venetian in Vegas.

Jen shrugged a "maybe" and gave Allie a weak smile.

"Can I get a Highland Park scotch and a white wine?" Mike asked the bartender. As the bartender fixed the drinks he turned back and looked over the crowd. He was with Jasmine at a swanky party in the San Francisco Ritz. All the movers and shakers in Silicon Valley were there. It was Jasmine's kind of event.

Mike looked in the crowd for Jasmine. She was easy to spot, just look for the biggest crowd of men. She was easily the prettiest girl in the room and always attracted a lot of attention.

He looked at Jasmine talking to the men around her. She definitely knew how to work the room. In that way she was a lot like Jen. But while Jen was a bubbly, flirty social butterfly, Jasmine was all business. 

Jasmine used her beautiful looks to attract attention, but she wasn't a flirt. She was always looking for the next story, to further her professional network, figuring ways to advance her career. To Jasmine, the measure of a man wasn't whether he had a handsome face or hard body, but his power, wealth and influence in the world.

Mike felt a touch on his shoulder. "Excuse me, Mike Andrews? Do you remember me?"

Mike turned and saw an attractive older woman smiling at him. She was just an inch or two shorter than him, about 5'6" or so. She had short auburn hair and green eyes. She wore a dress that hugged her body and showed off her curves, but was classy too. Always the leg and foot man, he noticed she wore high heels with a little toe cleavage.

Mike recognized her. "Nancy, right?" he said with a smile. "From the Beekman High School?" He'd interviewed with her when he was looking for jobs in Manhattan. "What are you doing in San Francisco?"

"We have a conference of high school principals here," she explained. "I'm here with a friend."

Nancy's friend approached. He was tall and younger than Nancy, just a few years older than Mike. "Ready to go?" the man said, putting his hand on her back. Mike noticed as the man's hand started at the middle of Nancy's back and then moved down, only stopping when he reached the swell of her ass.

Mike remembered meeting Nancy's husband while interviewing, he'd happened to be at Beekman High that day visiting his wife. This younger man definitely wasn't her husband.

"Call me if you're ever back in New York," Nancy said. "We still have a position open. We'd love you to join us."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," Mike said. They exchanged a smile and then Nancy and her friend turned and left. Mike watched as they walked away. For an older woman (she was maybe early 50s), Nancy had a really nice ass and legs. She fit her dress well. 

Nancy leaned into the man as they walked away, and his hand moved lower, from her back to her ass. Clearly they were more than platonic friends.

Mike shrugged. If Nancy sought out men when she was away from home, well, that wasn't any of his business. But he realized he was hard in his pants. The possibility of Nancy cheating on her husband- that she was cuckolding him with a younger and better looking man - it turned him on.

Mike shook his head as if to clear his head. He knew Jasmine would never cheat on him, or any other man for that matter. She was a good person, passionate about the causes she believed in, loyal to a fault. She was beautiful and had an incredible body. But she wasn't bubbly or happy-go-lucky. She wasn't flirty, she wasn't adventurous sexually. She wasn't Jen. 

Mike shrugged. He still held Jasmine's white wine. He went looking for her.



Life After We Pt. 03



Jen's alarm went off. She slowly woke and hit the off button. Frankie was next to her. He'd forgotten to get a hotel room (again!) so he slept over. 

Frankie was awake too. He kissed the back of Jen's neck and cupped and caressed her breasts. He was erect. Jen felt his hard cock pressing against her behind.

"We can't Frankie," she said wiggling from his grasp. "I've got to get to work."

"You're always working," he said frustrated. He pointed at his hard dick. "You can't leave me like this." The problem was, Jen was so damn gorgeous, and he was more addicted to her body than ever - her improved, even sexier body with all the new curves.

Jen couldn't help laughing. "If you had your own hotel room you wouldn't have this problem," she pointed out, teasingly giving his shaft one up-and-down stroke. "Next time, remember to get a room," she told him for the umpteenth time. She smiled to soften the rebuke. Then she tussled his hair and got into the shower to get ready for work. She made sure to lock the door so Frankie couldn't try to join her. 

She actually had a slow morning at work. But she had no desire for another round of sex with Frankie. She liked his company, their sex was pleasant, it was better than being alone. But the romance and passion she used to have for him were gone. That was how it always was with her. With Ricky, Scott, Tom and now Frankie ... she went heads-over-heels for a while, completely infatuated, but she always got over them. Even with Colin, her first love, she got over him. 

Even with that shit Mike, she was over him. She looked determined as the hot water sprayed onto her. "I'm over Mike," she told herself.

When she got out of the shower, Frankie was still in bed. "You've got to get going," she said exasperated. She didn't like Frankie being in the apartment when she wasn't there. Jen didn't want Anna getting too used to seeing Frankie around, she didn't want her becoming attached to him (not that she had to worry, as Frankie paid almost no attention to the infant).

"I've got a big show tonight, I'll sleep for a little more then leave," he said.

"... okay," Jen reluctantly agreed. 

Jen dressed and fed Anna. Maggie helped too of course, as Anna's live-in nanny. "Is Frankie still here?" Maggie asked.

Jen nodded. "He shouldn't be here long," she said. "Let me know if he ever bothers you."

"Oh he doesn't bother me," Maggie said looking down, a slight smile coming to her face. Jen noticed the smile and frowned.

Frankie heard Jen leave the apartment, then waited 10 minutes in case she forgot something. Then he yelled out, "Come here babe." 

Maggie put Anna in her playpen with some toys. She carried the baby monitor with her, in case Anna cried out. She went into the bedroom, smiling excitedly at Frankie.

"Take off your clothes," Frankie said grinning at her.

Maggie quickly stripped and got into bed with Frankie. Frankie pulled her into his arms and rolled her onto her back, kissing her and fondling her big tits. Unlike Jen, Maggie desperately wanted him, her nipples were rock hard, her pussy soaking wet, and her face had the excited expectant look of a girl wanting to be fucked. If Jen wouldn't take care of him, he'd get off using this 19 year old slut.

"Have you thought more about the Apple proposal?" Jasmine asked Mike in his apartment.

"I haven't decided yet," Mike said. Seeing the disappointment and disapproval on Jasmine's beautiful face, he explained "I'm not sure that's what I want to do with my life. I'm feeling better now, feeling like myself again. But things that seemed important before don't seem as important now."

"Being powerful, making money, having influence, they're not important?" Jasmine asked incredulously. "You have this great opportunity, all this potential, and you'll just let it go? No Mike, I won't let you do that."

"Jasmine, this is my decision," Mike pointed out.

"I care about you Mike," Jasmine said squeezing his hand. "I want what's best for you."

"I care about you too Jasmine," Mike said squeezing her hand back. "Without your help I might still be in jail."

Jasmine smiled and leaned into Mike. "So take my advice Mike," she said hugging him. "Take the job."

"... I'll think about it," Mike said after a moment.

Jasmine gave him a crooked smile. "God you're stubborn," she said with a laugh. She kissed him, and he kissed her back. Soon they were making out.

Mike undressed her as they kissed. She had such an incredible body. Mike undressed himself and got between her legs. She reached into the nightstand for a condom and put it on him. He entered and fucked her, kissing her as he moved in and out of her tight pussy. 

Mike took his time fucking her, kissing and fondling her body. He was getting to know her, where she liked touched, how she liked touched. It took some time, but eventually Jasmine moaned and her body trembled. She arched her back as she came. 

Mike inwardly patted himself on his back. He was keeping track, that was 10 for 10. The last 10 times they'd fucked, he'd gotten her to cum on his cock. Ten times straight, that was something. Mike knew they were real orgasms too. Jasmine wasn't the kind of girl to fake it. He felt good about himself. Maybe Jen didn't think he was a good lover, but Jasmine certainly did.

Mike kissed Jasmine as she recovered from her orgasm. Having gotten Jasmine off, he felt relaxed to cum himself. It didn't take too long. While she wasn't too passionate, she was so pretty and her body was just incredible. He came moments later.

He pulled out and disposed of the condom, then she snuggled into his arms. "You're an incredible lover," Jasmine said beaming into his eyes.

Mike smiled. Maybe he was a good lover!

Jasmine saw the smug smile on his face and playfully hit his arm. "Don't get too full of yourself," she joked. Then she snuggled back into his arms, purring from post orgasmic bliss.

Mike hugged her, smiling and feeling good. He felt Jasmine fall asleep.

As Jasmine slept, Mike looked up at the ceiling in the darkness. He enjoyed sex with Jasmine. It was impossible not to with the body she had. It was like fucking Kate Upton, what man wouldn't enjoy that? And the fact he was able to regularly make her cum - on his cock, 10 for 10! - made him feel incredibly good.

But he didn't crave Jasmine like he had Jen. With Jen, even after years of being together, often he'd be distracted all day, fantasizing about her, craving her, his dick painfully hard all day long. That was why he always came so fast with Jen, whereas with Jasmine he was able to last.

It wasn't just the game he and Jen had played. It was Jen. She was bubbly and a natural flirt. She turned guys on, even when she wasn't trying. When she WAS trying, she could make a man drool, practically make him cum in his pants, without even touching him. She loved sex, she'd do practically anything to pleasure herself and the man she was with. Mike often thought Jen spent more time thinking about sex than most guys.

Jasmine wasn't like Jen. She was just as pretty and like Jen had a centerfold body. But while Jen adored sex, for Jasmine it was something you did maybe once a week, and if you missed a week that was okay. Jasmine enjoyed it but didn't crave it or miss it if it didn't happen. She wasn't passionate about sex, and wasn't adventurous. She didn't like oral sex. To her sex was kissing, a little foreplay, and then missionary position (always using a condom).

But Jasmine thought he was a good lover! For her, his thin 4" cock was all she needed or wanted, and he made her cum all the time now. Jen always said he was her favorite lover, but did she really mean it? She never craved him like he craved her. She rarely came with him through intercourse. She craved other men, came on their cocks. How could she possibly think he was a better lover than those guys? 

Mike shrugged. He knew she'd probably lied, to make him feel good since he was her husband. To give him something, since he gave her the freedom to be with other men to satisfy her desires.

Thinking these thoughts, Mike started getting hard again. But Jasmine was not the kind of girl who would want to fuck twice in one night, and anyway she was sound asleep. He spooned Jasmine and tried not to think about Jen anymore.

Mike woke the next morning with Jasmine snuggled in his arms. That's something Jasmine loved, snuggling. 

Mike got hard holding her, having her body pressed against his. How could he not, it was like sleeping with a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model. Mike kissed her and fondled her magnificent breasts. Jasmine slowly woke up. She smiled at Mike and let him take her. Twice in two days! That was probably a first! Mike could tell she wasn't into it, but she didn't stop him as he made love to her. 

Jasmine told him once she thought her looks and her body were both a blessing and a curse. They helped open doors and advance her career, but men could not be around her without wanting to fuck her. Men couldn't think straight when they were around her. Sometimes she went to bed with a man JUST so he could get over his lust for her and they could THEN have a serious conversation.

After Jasmine told Mike that story, he wondered about Jen. Jen had that same effect on men. Guys went goo goo around her. He knew sometimes Jen found it annoying too like Jasmine. But mostly she enjoyed all the attention, she got off on being hit on all the time, being lusted over. In fact, Jen intensified the situation. She was the biggest flirt he knew and she always dressed to show off her best assets (her tight ass, long legs and firm slim body).

Later that morning Mike and Jasmine went to brunch at a local restaurant. It was a nice day so they sat outside. They read the paper as they sipped coffee. Mike looked around. There were a lot of loving couples around them, holding hands, smiling into the other's eyes, brief intimate kisses. 

Mike wondered what he was doing with Jasmine. He liked her, he owed her a lot, she was beautiful and their sex was okay. But were they a loving couple? Would they ever be?

The restaurant reminded Mike of the little bistro in New York outside the loft apartment. He and Jen had eaten there countless times, often outside on sunny days just like this. 

Suddenly Mike missed Jen immensely. It wasn't about sex or his lust for his ex-wife. He and Jen had been together for years, they'd been inseparable from the moment they first met at her sorority party at Penn State. Jen was his best friend. Now, even though he was sitting across from an extraordinary beautiful woman who any man would covet, he realized what he had lost. He hadn't just lost his wife. He'd lost his soul mate.

He realized Jasmine was saying something. "What?" he asked.

"Next weekend," Jasmine said. "You're meeting me in DC, for the Correspondents' Dinner right?"

"Oh yeah, sure," Mike said reluctantly. He grimaced at the reminder. The last thing he wanted was to spend an evening with reporters. But he knew it was important to Jasmine so he would go, even though he'd hate every second of it.

Jasmine heard his reluctance. "You'll have fun," she said, smiling encouragingly at him. "It'll be good for you too. People admire you Mike, they want to talk to you. You need to embrace the attention, not run away from it."

Jen was exhausted. Anna had a bad night and was up most of the night, and then she had back to back meetings all morning. She needed to get away for a break. She needed caffeine! 

She decided to go to the Starbucks. She hadn't been there for over a year. During her pregnancy she'd avoided caffeine. Afterwards, well - she hadn't wanted to run into barista boy. She hadn't felt like flirting. Part of it too was, she'd been embarrassed by her weight gain. But now she had her body back. She shrugged, knowing it was silly and petty on her part. Anyway it was likely barista boy didn't even work there anymore, it'd been over a year.

"Hey no-whip Jen, haven't seen you in forever," barista boy said greeting her with a big grin. "Let me guess, skinny caramel latte, no whip."

"You got it Joey," Jen said with a laugh. It was good to see him. He was like a friend, even though she barely knew him.

Joey served her up then held up the can of whip cream. "Come on, I know you want some cream," he said grinning at her.

"I think I'll pass today," Jen said laughing.

"Come on Jen, it's our thing, you and me" he said grinning at her.

"Our you and me thing huh?" Jen said smiling. "Okay," she said relenting, and held up her left hand.

Joey raised an eyebrow when he didn't see a wedding ring. "Facebook status changed?" he asked.

Jen shrugged. "About a year ago," she said.

"Well here you go," Joey said, squirting cream on Jen's ringless finger. He topped it with chocolate sprinkles. "To celebrate being single again," he said grinning at her.

"Thanks, I guess," Jen said with another laugh. She took her latte and sat down.

Joey watched as Jen walked away. She was VERY pretty. And now very single. He stared at her ass and legs and felt his cock stir. She was wearing a designer dress that hugged her very nice ass, and high heels that made it impossible not to lust after her incredible legs. 

The Starbucks was mostly empty. He went over and sat down next to her. "Hey Jen," he said.

"Oh, hi Joey," Jen said looking up from the report she was reading.

"My frat's having a party tonight," Joey said. "You oughta come."

Jen smiled at him, flattered and also amused by how forward he was. "I'm kind of old for a fraternity party," she said scrunching up her pretty face.

"What are you, 23?" Joey asked.

"You're teasing right?" Jen said with a laugh. "I'm 29."

"Wow, you don't look 29," Joey said surprised.

"Well, thanks," Jen said. "I'm kinda busy tonight, but thanks." She gave him an appreciative smile. "And thanks for thinking I'm 23. You made my day." 

Jen saw Clint that evening. At a candle lit booth in one of New York's hottest restaurants, he caressed down Jen's back. His fingers lingered where her bra strap would normally be. But she wasn't wearing a bra, she went braless on dates with him because he liked her that way. "Have I told you how sexy you are?" he asked grinning at her.

"Um, not tonight," Jen joked, and they laughed. 

"I've got something for you," Clint said. He took a small box out of his pocket. "This is for you," he said handing it to her.

Jen hesitantly opened the box. Inside was a beautiful gold ring inlaid with diamonds. 

Jen's eyes grew wide at seeing the ring. "I can't take this, it's too expensive," she objected. What was this? Was Clint proposing to her? 

"It's Keri's," Clint said. "She's letting you borrow it. You can give it back to her whenever you want."

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

Clint touched the Sophia ring on her right hand. "You can wear Keri's ring instead," he said. "I think it'll be good for you, to distance yourself from Mike."

"I told you, I wear the Sophia ring because I like it, I've always loved Sophia Dakati. It has nothing to do with Mike."

"I'd like you to wear this ring, instead of Mike's ring," Clint insisted.

Jen gave him a playful frown. "Is this the aggressive lawyer Clint taking?" 

"No, it's the insecure Spaghetti cowboy Clint taking," he joked. He shrugged, looking boyish despite his 40+ years. "I'd rather you didn't wear your ex-husband's ring when we were together, that's all."

Jen gave him a crooked smile. She playfully bumped her shoulder into his, charmed by his show of vulnerability. Then she took off Mike's Sophia ring and put on Keri's ring. She put it on her right hand. 

"I'd rather you wear it on your left hand," Clint said.

Jen knew if she wore the ring on her left hand, it would mean something. "We'll see," she said in a soft voice, keeping Keri's ring on her right hand. Clint looked disappointed but Jen wasn't sure if she was ready to take that step with him yet.

"Can I see you next weekend?" Clint asked. He really liked Jen, he wanted to see her as much as possible.

"I can't, I'm in Vegas for the Google meetings," she reminded him.

"Oh right," Clint said, remembering. He put his arm around Jen and brushed his fingers through her hair. "Have you thought about my proposal?"

"About going steady?" Jen said, joking to hide her nervousness.

Clint smiled but didn't say anything, waiting for her answer.

"I'm not sure Clint," she finally said.

"Can I ask you something?" he said. "Are you seeing anyone else?"

Jen decided to tell the truth. "Yes," she said. After a moment she added "He's Anna's biological father."

"Oh," Clint said surprised. "That complicates things." He said it as a joke, but they both were serious. Then he added "Is it Mike?"

"No it's not Mike," Jen said. She blushed and said self-deridingly, "What can I say? You know my history right? I'm a slut."

"You're not a slut Jen," Clint said with a kind smile, affectionately brushing her silky blonde hair with his fingers. He asked "Who is it?"

"His name's Frankie," Jen said. "I went to college with him."

"Do you love him?"

"No," Jen said without hesitation.

"Why are you with him?" Clint asked.

Jen hesitated, as if searching for an answer. Finally she shrugged and said, "I don't know."

Clint studied the beautiful blonde's face for long moments. Then he asked "Jen, why are you with me?" 

When Jen didn't answer, Clint said, "Jen, I like you. I enjoy your company, I think there's potential for us. I'm patient, I'm willing to wait for you to work things out. But you've got to give me something."

Jen held up her right hand and joked "I'm wearing Keri's ring."

Clint smiled. "I guess you're going steady with her," he joked with a laugh.

"I guess so," Jen said with a laugh back.

The joke eased the tension only temporarily. They were silent for long moments. Then Clint said, "Jen, can I ask you something else?"

"I guess," she said with a nervous laugh.

Clint gave her a kind smile. He gently asked, "Do you still love Mike?"

Jen turned away. She didn't answer Clint's question.

The first day of the Google meetings in the Venetian went fabulously. Keri continued to be impressed with her young friend Jen and her team.

Afterwards Keri took Jen for a drink. "Who's looking after Anna?" Keri asked.

"My sister," Jen said. She looked worried. "This is the first time I've been away from her."

Keri smiled understandingly. She didn't have any children herself, but she had a lot of friends who did. "She'll be fine honey," Keri said squeezing Jen's hand. "It'll be good for Anna to be around other people."

"I guess ..." Jen said uncertainly. 

"I've got news on Mike," Keri said.

Jen didn't answer at first. Finally she said, "Okay, what?"

"Apple wants to promote him to Code Master," Keri said, barely able to contain her excitement.

Jen frowned. "Code Master? What's that? It sounds like from the Hunger Games."

"It's close to that," Keri said with a laugh. "Code Master is kind of a mythical thing in the Valley. Apple's never had one, neither has Google. IBM had one but that was a long time ago."

"You said they want to promote him?" Jen asked. "He hasn't said yes?"

Keri shrugged. "Maybe he's holding out for more money."

Jen thought about it. That didn't sound like Mike. 

"How's Clint?" Keri asked interrupting her thoughts.

"Good I guess," Jen said. She narrowed her eyes, raising her right hand to show the ring. "Thanks a lot bitch." 

"That's one of my favorite rings," Keri said with a laugh.

"I like Sophia Dakati," Jen said. 

"That's from Tiffany's!" Keri pointed out. "Jim gave it to me on our first anniversary." She lowered her voice and said "You could buy an apartment on Central Park for that ring."

Jen shrugged. "I like Sophia Dakati," she repeated in a soft voice, looking away.




Life After We Pt. 03



"You need to get over Mike," Keri implored.

"Then why do you always bring him up?" Jen asked exasperated.

Keri paused, then she shrugged. "Because he's interesting," she said.

Jen rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she said.

They were silent, finishing their drinks and then ordering another round. Finally Keri gave Jen an excited smile and said "I'm hooking up with Byron tonight, want to join us?" Byron was Keri's sometime lover, and once they'd had a threesome.

"Didn't he get married?" Jen asked. When Keri's smile turned wicked, she said "God Keri, really? Tell me you didn't fuck her on their honeymoon."

"Yes he married Sonya, you met her last time in Vegas, remember?" Keri said with mock impatience.

"Oh yeah ..." Jen said remembering.

"And don't give me shit about their honeymoon," Keri said pretending to be indignant. "You of all people - remember YOUR honeymoon? Your WEDDING night?"

"Okay, okay," Jen said holding up her hands in surrender.

"Yes, I've been with Sonya but it's not like she's an innocent bride," Keri said. "Remember in Vegas? She was the first one to take off her clothes."

"Okay, right," Jen said, but truthfully she didn't remember what Sonya had been doing. During that trip she'd been focused on other things, in particular teasing Mike to distraction. She smiled at the memory. He was so much fun to tease! But then reality hit and she got sad.

Keri noticed her mood change. "Are you okay honey?" she said looking concerned. "You should join us tonight, it'll be fun."

"I don't think so," Jen said forcing a smile. She joked "I've got a bitchy client, I need to get ready for tomorrow's meetings." Not wanting Keri to feel guilty or worry about her, she quickly added "I'm meeting Allie and my team at the pool, I'll be fine, really."

Jen put on a skimpy string bikini. She worked hard to get her body back, she was going to show it off a little! She remembered how before in Vegas she wore high heels to the pool. She had different goals then. Now she just wanted to relax and work on her tan, so she put on flip flops.

Allie, Scott, Leo, Owen and the rest of her team were already at the Venetian pool, drinking and partying. She politely said hi to everyone then found a lounge chair away from the rowdiness. 

"You know I hate you, right?" Allie said a few minutes later, enviously looking Jen up and down. Allie had lost the baby weight and her body looked good, but she wasn't as toned or firm as before (in the hotness scale, she was like a 7 while before she was a 9 or 10). In contrast, Jen looked better than ever, her body toned and firm, with larger breasts and more feminine curves than before her pregnancy (she was off the hotness scale!).

"You need to work out, dieting isn't enough," Jen told her friend.

"Let me tell you, getting fucked by Darren is a workout," Allie deadpanned. Then she playfully punched Jen. "But then you know that, don't you bitch."

Jen laughed. "You got him in the end, so you win," she said smiling.

"Yeah," Allie said smiling back. "He's flying into Vegas tonight."

"Cool," Jen said. It would be nice to see Darren, they were friends now. "He's bringing little Darren?"

"No, Darren's with my parents," Allie said. She gave her friend a mischievous smile. "Rumor is, both Leo and Owen want to get into your pants. I mean, all the guys want in your pants - what else is new?" Allie laughed. "Lately Leo and Owen have been really talking it up."

"So what, you're my pimp now?" Jen said with a laugh.

"More like your therapist," Allie said with a kind smile. "I want my old fun loving Jen back."

"You mean your slutty Jen?" Jen said with another laugh.

"If you want to call it that," Allie said laughing back. She got serious and squeezed her friend's hand. "I just want you happy Jen. You haven't been happy in a long time." Allie's mischievous smile returned. "Come on, it'll be fun. Hook up with Leo or Owen - or both I don't care." Allie laughed. "Come to my room tonight. We'll do our lesbo thing. Darren's never seen that before, he'll love it!"

"I thought you didn't want me close to Darren," Jen teased.

"We'll do the lesbo thing, THEN I'll have Darren in MY bed and you'll have YOUR guy in YOUR bed," Allie said with a playful glare. They both laughed.

"I don't know Allie," Jen said after their laughter died out. "I'm not into that anymore. I'm a mom now."

"I'm a mom too honey," Allie pointed out. "That doesn't mean we're dead."

"Yeah," Jen said distantly, looking melancholy. "I'll think about it."

Allie nodded, but she knew that meant no. 

Later Jen got dressed for dinner, putting on a blouse, skirt and heels. It was too hot in Vegas for stockings, and anyway she wasn't planning anything romantic (or sexual) that evening. She was meeting her team for dinner at Charlie Palmer's Aureole. It could be a long cab ride to get to the Mandalay Bay from the Venetian with the traffic on the Strip, but it was nice to get out of the Venetian and she liked watching the wine angels (in their black body suits) repelling up and down the immense glass wine tower for bottles of wine.

Everyone was meeting in Allie's room for a drink before cabbing over to the Mandalay Bay. Allie's room was big enough to hold everyone because Darren had upgraded her room to one of the largest suites in the Venetian (Darren had more than enough money having gotten wealthy off of Sapphire). 

When Jen arrived everyone was crowded around the TV. Jen maneuvered around people to see what was so interesting. Allie and Calvin tried to head her off, looking worried. "What's up?" Jen asked, not understanding why they didn't want her to see the TV. They were too late though and Jen was soon in front of the TV. 

The TV was turned to CNN. Candy Crowley was at the Correspondent's Dinner in Washington DC, and the camera was panning over the crowd. Then the camera focused and zoomed in on a couple. The couple was surrounded by people, as if they were the stars of the event.

It was Mike and Jasmine Kelly.

Mike was wearing a tuxedo. He looked uncomfortable being the center of attention.

In contrast, Jasmine seemed to revel in the attention, with everyone's eyes on her and Mike. Jasmine looked gorgeous! Her hair and makeup were perfect, and she wore a silver sequined gown that was so tight it looked air brushed on her shapely body. The dress plunged in the front, showing a lot of her impressive cleavage, and plunged even more daringly in the back almost to her very shapely ass.

Jasmine smiled into Mike's eyes and leaned into him, her arm around him as if claiming him as hers. Mike had his hand on her naked back.

Jen felt dizzy, confused, hurt, jealous, and angry. As if coming out of a stupor, she heard what Candy Crowley was saying: "And there's my colleague Jasmine Kelly with Mike Andrews. As you may remember, Jasmine led the campaign to free Mike from what many still call an illegal detention by the government." Candy chuckled. "Her efforts seemed to have paid off in her love life, because now she and Mike are the IT couple. People are already calling them JasMike. Rumor has it Mike may soon be named the Code Master of Apple, so they are truly one of America's new power couples."

Someone turned off the TV. The room was silent, everyone looking at Jen. Abruptly Jen turned and left the room. People hurriedly moved to get out of her way.

"Jen wait," Allie said rushing after her.

"Leave me alone Allie," Jen said not stopping.

"Jen -" Allie said again.

"Leave me alone!" Jen yelled, running away as tears fell down her face.

Jen needed to get away. She wanted to go home but she was stuck in Vegas. 

She got into a cab. "Just drive," she told the cabbie, crying as she watched the lights of the Strip pass by. She just wanted to go home, she wanted to get away!

No, that wasn't want she wanted. She wanted to hurt Mike! She wanted to hurt Mike like he was hurting her! 

Then she knew what she wanted. Thinking back, she searched her memory for the name of the place. Remembering, she said "Take me to the Voodoo Tattoo Parlor."

The driver looked back in the mirror, at the young pretty girl with tears flowing down her cheeks. "Are you sure?" he said with a fatherly frown. He was dark heavy set and had an Indian accent. "That's not a safe place for a young girl by herself."

"That's where I want to go," she said. In truth, she didn't know what she was doing.

Jen looked scared when they arrived. They were in a seedy part of Vegas. She said to the driver, "If I pay will you wait for me?"

The driver had 2 daughters about Jen's age. He felt for Jen, he could tell she was going through a rough time. "You don't need to pay anything, I'll wait," he promised, giving her a kind smile.

Jen nodded and gave the driver a weak smile. Then she went into the tattoo parlor.

Jen recognized the large, tough looking black man behind the counter. He recognized her too because he smiled and said "You're back."

"Yeah," Jen said nervously brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. 

"You're here to get that bullseye?" the black man asked. He looked behind her and didn't see either of her male companions from last time. "You came here by yourself?"

"The cab driver's waiting for me," Jen said hurriedly.

The black man gave her an amused laughed. "You don't have to worry about me. Not that it means anything, but I went to Harvard."

"Seriously?" Jen asked surprised.

"Here," the black man said. He pulled out a photo album. Inside were pictures of his graduation at Harvard, smiling with his proud parents, and his diploma. "I'm Davis by the way," he said, offering her his hand.

"Oh um, I'm Jen," Jen said briefly shaking his hand. His hands were big and callused, belying his Ivy League education. 

"Um, how did you end up here?" she asked.

"It's a living," Davis said with a shrug. "I studied comparative art at Harvard. You know how many jobs there are for that? I like inking people. It's the same as painting, just a different canvas."

"Yeah, I can see that," Jen said. 

"It's pretty good money," Davis continued. "A lot of people get inked in Vegas."

Jen nodded. She said, 'I looked at a tattoo when I was here. You probably don't remember."

"Sure I do," Davis said. He pulled out a book and flipped through pages. Then he took out the tattoo, it was like a stencil. Davis took the stencil out of the plastic page and handed it to Jen.

"Yeah, that's it," Jen said remembering. "Can I see again how it looks?"

"Sure," Davis said. "You'll need to pull up your blouse."

"Oh ... yeah," Jen said. She looked at Davis nervously. He was a tall, muscular black man, and she was here all by herself. But the taxi was outside (she could see the roof light), and there were people walking on the sidewalk outside, they'd hear her if she screamed. Making a decision she pulled her blouse from her skirt and raised it a few inches. 

"Here, it's easier to see this way," Davis said, his hand on her back. Jen let him pushed her down so her elbows were on a table. Then he laid the design on her lower back. 

Davis handed Jen a mirror. Like before, she used the mirror to see the tattoo in the standing mirror behind her. Davis said "You'll see better if you pulled down your skirt."

Jen gave him a skeptical look. "Did you really go to Harvard?" she joked.

"I swear," Davis said with a laugh, holding up his right hand.

Jen laughed back. She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She pulled it down a little. Davis pulled her skirt down more until the T of her lacy thong showed. "This is where most people get it," he said, putting the stencil just above her panties.

Jen nodded, studying herself in the mirror. It was perfect.

As Jen studied herself Davis's eyes were on her ass. She looked enticingly hot, bent over with her elbows on the table, her tight curvy ass sticking out, her long legs flexed in 4" high heels. 

Suddenly Jen had second thoughts. She wanted it, both because she'd always wanted a tattoo, AND because Mike had always been against her getting one. Mike was out of her life now, the tattoo would be a symbol of a new beginning.

But a tattoo was permanent. What if she didn't like it next week, or next month?

"Um, do you have a smaller one?" she asked Davis.

"Why? This one is perfect," he said with an expert's critical eye.

"I know but ..."

People always had second thoughts with their first tattoos (the tat virgins). Davis knew how to handle the situation. He pulled another design out of the book and put it on Jen's lower back. "How about this one?" he suggested. "It's smaller, so you can get used to it." He used his finger to trace along the edges of the design. "If you like it, I can add to it later so it looks like the other one." 

"Oh yeah," Jen said studying the design. She was so intent on studying the tattoo she barely noticed Davis practically caressing her ass. "Okay, let's do it."

"You sure?" Davis said. He rubbed his thumb over her lower back. Right now her skin was lightly tanned, soft and smooth, no blemishes at all. When he was done they'd be a jet black tribal design here, it would be permanent, she'd be marked there forever.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Jen said. Mike had clearly moved on, he was with Jasmine now. She needed to move on too. "Let's do it," she said looking determined.

"Hold on," Davis said with a laugh. He gave her ass a playful pat. "Getting inked is painful." He pulled a bottle of vodka from a freezer. "Maybe you want some of this." He poured 2 fingers of icy vodka into a glass.

Jen eyed the glass. She could definitely use a drink. And she didn't look forward to the pain of getting inked. She took the glass and downed the vodka. She pushed the glass back to Davis.

"Another one?" he asked with a laugh. Seeing her nod, he poured another glass, 3 fingers this time. 

Jen downed it again. "Let's do it," she said, feeling tipsy now. She wanted to start before she chickened out. She leaned her elbows on the table, her tight curvy ass sticking out. 

"Okay," Davis said. He knew she was half way drunk. He'd love to see more of her sexy body. 

He pulled her blouse up a couple more inches. Then he pulled her skirt down. Her ass came into view. Her black lacy thong was wedged in between her firm ass cheeks. Davis felt himself getting hard.

As Davis pulled her skirt down lower, Jen said "Davis?"

"Yeah?" 

"Don't be a jerk, okay?" 

Davis chuckled at the rebuke. He stopped trying to pull her skirt off. He used a clean cloth and disinfectant to prepare Jen's skin. He reached for his tools (he was anal about cleaning and sanitizing them). He dipped a needle into a bottle of jet black ink. Then, using the stencil, he injected the jet black ink into Jen's smooth, flawless white skin.

Jen grimaced as the needle punctured her white skin with permanent, jet black ink. "Are you okay?" Davis asked.

"Yeah," Jen said gripping the edge of the table top.

Davis nodded, and continued to ink Jen's lower back.

Jen stood up after he was done, fixing her clothes. Davis held up a small round container. "Moisturizer," he said. "You should apply some a few times a day. Here, let me." He turned Jen around so her back was to him. "You don't want to wear tight clothes for a few days." He unzipped Jen's skirt and pulled it down so it was below her new tat. Then he rubbed the lotion of her new tribal tramp stamp.

His hands continued lower to her ass. He cupped and squeezed her ass cheeks. He was impressed. Curvy and feminine, but tight without a hint of jiggle. His cock was hard. 

Jen stepped away from his hands. Turning to face him, she asked "How much do I owe you?" 

"Want another one?" Davis said picking up the vodka.

"Sure," Jen said with a shrug. Her new tat ached, more vodka would dull the pain.

Davis poured her another vodka. Jen sipped it this time.

Davis was sitting while Jen was standing. He reached out and stroked the back of her leg, behind her knee. "There are a lot of ways to pay," he said caressing her leg. 

Jen stepped away from his hand again. "I'd like to pay the normal way," she said.

Davis gave her a "you can't blame a guy for trying" grin. He looked at her ringless left hand. The last time she was here she was wearing both wedding and engagement rings. "You got divorced?" he asked. "So what was the tat, a fuck you to your ex-husband?"

"Something like that," Jen said with a shrug. "A new beginning for me too."

"Sex with a black man is a great 'fuck you' to an ex-husband," Davis said with a grin.

"I'll think about it," Jen said with a laugh.

Davis laughed back. "300 bucks," he said.

Jen took 300 dollars from her purse and handed it to him. She gave Davis a smile over her shoulder as she left.

Frankie called later that week, when she was back in New York City. He wanted to get together. Jen reluctantly agreed. She wasn't sure what she was doing with him. She had no future with him, she knew that. She liked him and their sex was okay, but she'd become less interested in casual sex. Maybe she was growing up.

"So let me see your new tat," Frankie said grinning at her. Jen gave him an indulgent smile. She turned around, undoing her jeans and pulling them down a little. Then she raised her blouse.

Drums liked what he saw. He'd rather she got a bigger tattoo, but the jet black tribal bulls eye right above her perfect ass looked fucking sexy. He caressed her there, and then his hands moved to her ass. He kissed over the tattoo as he fondled her ass cheeks. He was hard, he wanted to fuck her doggy style so he could look at her new tramp stamp as he rammed her hot pussy.

"No Frankie," Jen said pulling away. She fixed her clothes. 

"What?" Drums asked, not understanding what was going on. When they got together he fucked her. That was his right, she was his. Why was she saying no?

"I think we should stop seeing each other," Jen told him.

Drums mouth opened in shock. "What?"

"I like you," she said affectionately brushing her hand across his cheek. "But I think it's time to stop. We can still be friends."

"Friends?" he said incredulously. Indignation and anger flared in him. "Friends? I'm not your friend Jen. I'm your man. You belong to me."

"I don't belong to you Frankie," she said frowning at him.

"What's this about?" Drums derided. "Is this about that asshole lawyer you've been slutting around with? What, you think I didn't know about him?"

Jen glared at him. "I think you should leave."

"You don't fucking tell me when to leave!" he yelled angrily. "Who else have you been fucking Jen? God you're such a cheating slut!"

Jen's anger boiled over. "I'm a cheat?" she hissed. "You don't think I don't know about you and Maggie?"

Jen's revelation seemed to take the wind out of Frankie's sails. He put out his hands conciliatorily. "She doesn't mean anything to me," he said in a calmer voice. 

"Frankie, I don't care who you sleep with," Jen said, tired of all of this. Tired of him. What happened to no drama?

Frankie moved closer and pulled her into his arms. "Come on Jen, let's work this out. We're good for each other. We love each other. I'm Anna's father for god's sake."

Jen had had enough. She pulled away and said "I don't love you Frankie." Then she said "You're not Anna's father." She was only telling Frankie part of the truth. She'd been with Joe that one time, and he was most likely sterile. But she was angry, she wanted Frankie gone.

Frankie's eyes bulged out in shock. Furious anger covered his face. "You cheap whore!" he growled. "You cheating slut!"

Jen angrily narrowed her eyes. "You don't get it, do you Frankie?" she said tauntingly. "I cheat on everyone."

Drums reared back and slapped Jen hard across her face. The blow threw her across the room. It took her long moments to recover. When she finally did she glared at him. "Get out!" she hissed. She pulled a can of pepper spray from her purse. "Get out or I swear I'll hurt you!"




Life After We Pt. 03



Drums shook his head dismissively at her. "You know Jen, you're not always gonna be pretty," he derided. "When your looks are gone, who's gonna care?" 

Jen flinched at his words. Seeing that, Drums grinned meanly, knowing he'd hit on her biggest fear. With that minor triumph, he left, slamming the door behind him.

Jen wearily went to the kitchen. She was grateful Anna was quiet. Somehow she'd managed to sleep through all of that. Jen got a bag of ice and sat down on the sofa, putting the ice on her cheek. She hoped she didn't get a black eye, that was the last thing she needed.

Maggie hesitantly came out of her bedroom, looking afraid and ashamed. She'd heard everything. "I'm sorry Jen," she said looking afraid and about to cry. 

Jen looked at the 19 year old college student. She felt sorry for Maggie. Frankie had taken advantage of both of them. Jen didn't blame Maggie for falling under his spell. But they both knew she could no longer be Anna's nanny. "I think you better go Maggie," Jen said regretfully.

Maggie nodded. Trying to hold back tears, she quickly packed and left.

Mike looked at the beautiful sunset as he waited for Sam to arrive. He was feeling better, he felt like he was over the PTSD. He hated his job though. Jasmine continued to pressure him to take the Code Master position, but the prospect filled him with dread. That wasn't what he wanted to do with his life. 

What did he want? He wanted to be happy. He was tired of Apple. He was tired of Jasmine. He was even tired of the never ending beautiful days. He was an east coast person, he liked the change of seasons. He was tired of California. He wanted to go home.

He felt the need to see Jen. There were loose ends. Things that needed to be said. He couldn't rest until he got that closure.

Sam finally arrived, his flight late from LA. Sam ordered a beer and Mike got a scotch. "How'd it go with Jen?" Mike asked.

"She doesn't want the loft apartment," Sam said. 

"What does she want?" 

Sam shrugged and said "She didn't say." After a moment he said "Why don't you call her Mike?"

Mike was silent for a few moments. Then he asked "Is she still seeing that lawyer?"

Sam shrugged again and said, "I don't know Mike." Then he repeated "Maybe you should call her."

Mike played with his drink, twirling the scotch around in the glass. He was quiet for so long Sam said "Are you okay Mike?"

Mike didn't seem to hear Sam. He continued to look into the scotch, as if it was a crystal ball and he was trying to figure out the mysteries of life. 

"I just don't get it," Mike said softly, as if talking to himself. "Why didn't she do anything?"

Sam tilted his head. "What are you talking about?"

Mike looked at Sam, as if remembering he was there. "When I was in jail. I don't get it. Why didn't Jen do something to help me get out?"

"You don't know this?" Sam asked looking surprised. 

"Know what?"

"Mike," Sam said. "Jen didn't do anything because I told her not to."

"What?" Mike said confused. "What?"

"Buddy boy, think about it," Sam explained. "The Feds were holding you as a terrorist. They have almost unlimited power under the terrorism laws. They could have held you forever. The only thing we had going for us was the public's outrage that you were being held without being charged, without being allowed to see your lawyer."

"Okay," Mike said, still not understanding. 

"Jen wanted to help, she was all fired up, she started calling Penn State, Google, people at your old firm, Keri and Jim, senators, congressmen, everyone," Sam said. Then he added with finality, "I told her to stop."

"Why Sam?" Mike said still not understanding.

"Because of your lifestyle Mike," Sam said gently. "Think about it. Jen gets involved. The press's attention shifts from you to her, the government's attention shifts to her too. You know how this works. Jen's a beautiful girl, a rising marketing star, people get interested, they want to know more about her. So the press digs. How long does it take before they find out about your lifestyle?"

Mike nodded. It wouldn't take long. He remembered the file Keri ran on Jen. If Google could figure it out, so could everyone else.

"Your lifestyle goes public, then what happens?" Sam continued. "The public outrage goes away, the pressure to release you goes away. That's why I told Jen to stop, it was going to hurt you big time." 

Mike nodded, understanding now. People would find out he liked watching his wife with other men. They would find out he was a cuckold. He would be labeled a pervert, a deviant. That would help the government's accusations he was a terrorist. All his support would've dried up.

Sam asked, "Jen didn't tell you anything of this?"

Mike shook his head.

"She might've had a hard time talking about it," Sam said. "She was really upset. I think it ate at her, that she couldn't do anything to help you." He leaned over the table and said gently "It was tough for her Mike. You were in jail, she wasn't allowed to help you. Joe had only weeks left. She had work pressures."

"So what she did was okay?" Mike asked.

"I'm not saying that," Sam said immediately. "I'm saying, maybe she doesn't deserve this silent treatment. You guys were together a long time. Maybe you ought to give her a call."

Mike nodded but didn't say anything. Instead he looked off into the distance, at the sunset.

"I've decided not to take the promotion," Mike told Jasmine when he saw her next. "In fact, I've resigned from Apple."

"What?" Jasmine said looking incredulous.

"I'm moving back to New York," he told her.

"Okay," Jasmine said slowly, trying to catch up. "Okay, if that's your decision." She forced a smile and squeezed his hand. "It's good you'll be in New York. We can see each other more." Then a thought occurred to her and a genuine smile came to her face. "You can move in with me, I have a lot of room."

Mike nodded, but didn't say anything.

Jen hurried to the daycare to drop off Anna. She winced as Anna kissed her goodbye. Luckily she didn't get a black eye, but her cheek still stung where Frankie hit her.

Her life was super hectic again with the loss of Maggie as Anna's nanny. She sighed thinking about Maggie. She felt bad about the young girl. Maggie was young and impressionable, and naïve too. She was afraid of how what had happened might affect her. She was also afraid Maggie might continue to see that creep Frankie. Jen felt responsible, after all she'd been the one to introduce Frankie to Maggie.

Later that week Jen asked Maggie to meet her at the office. "I'm really sorry about what happened," Maggie said immediately, looking anxious and scared. She looked down, ashamed. "I'm sorry I cheated with your boyfriend."

"It's okay Maggie, he wasn't my boyfriend," Jen assured her. Looking concerned she asked "How are you doing?"

"I'm okay I guess," she said, but she was clearly hiding the truth. Breaking down she tearfully admitted "I'll probably have to drop out. My grades suck, I lost my scholarship. My parents are gonna be so mad."

Jen felt even worse for Maggie. The young girl reminded her of herself. 

She squeezed Maggie's hand. "You're not still seeing Frankie are you?"

"God no," Maggie said as if shocked Jen would even ask. "Not after I saw him hit you, after calling you all those names."

Jen looked relieved. She squeezed Maggie's hand again. "I don't want you to drop out of college Maggie," she said. "I can hire you as an intern. Would you like that?"

"Really?" Maggie gasped, hope in her eyes. "A paid intern job?"

"Yes, we'll pay you," Jen said with a laugh.

Tears of relief and gratitude flowed down Maggie's cute face and she hugged her new boss. "Oh god, thank you Jen!" she gushed.

Despite the ache in her cheek, Jen felt good. She helped Maggie. Frankie was out of her life. She had a wonderful baby girl who she adored. She finally had a tattoo!

She went shopping for low rise skinny jeans, to show off her tattoo. That made her feel good too, she loved to shop for clothes.

Maybe her life was turning around. She was even coming to peace about Mike. The anger she'd felt seeing him with Jasmine Kelly was gone. Maybe this was how it was meant to be, Mike with someone else, she with someone else.

She reflected on her life. When she met Mike back in college, she was a mess, almost a dropout (like Maggie). He'd helped her, turned her life around. She knew without him she never would have done so well in advertising. Without Mike she might not even be alive.

So she owed him a lot. And she would probably love him forever, in some way. But maybe she was his stepping stone to Jasmine Kelly. And he was her stepping stone to - who? Clint? She didn't know. But to someone else.

Maybe someday, after time healed their wounds, she and Mike could have a relationship again, be friends. Because despite everything, she had a lot of feelings for him, she considered him a great friend. She also admired him, in her eyes he was a hero, a quiet, modest hero.

She needed to move on from Mike, as he'd moved on from her. Maybe Clint was the man for her. He wanted a deeper relationship, and she'd been holding him off. Maybe it was time to give their relationship a chance. 

The next time she saw Clint, Jen smiled and said "I've got a surprise."

"What's that?" Clint asked smiling back.

Jen held up her left hand. Keri's ring was on her ring finger. Jen leaned into him. "I'd like to go steady with you," she said smiling into his eyes.

Clint beamed into her eyes. He pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her. "I want to go steady with you too," he said, and then he kissed her again.

They went back to the loft apartment and made love. Even though Clint was handsome and had a great body, she couldn't cum. She resisted thinking about Mike. That would push her over the edge for sure, but Mike was in her past now. She didn't want to ever think about those Mike fantasies again. 

But she knew Clint was a proud man, an alpha guy. It would hurt him if he didn't make her cum. So she faked it. She was good at it, he never suspected anything.

After their sex, Jen lay awake while Clint slept next to her. She imagined a life with him, as his wife. It would be a comfortable life. Clint was a good, trustworthy man. He would never intentionally hurt her. He would take good care of her and Anna.

Jen thought of Mike. Their love for each other had been boundless. It'd been a giddy, exuberant, intense love. They'd been inseparable, always holding hands, their heads always together, always sharing sweet nothings. Their love was so intense they couldn't stand to be away from each other, not a day, not an hour, not even a minute. She'd had flings with other men, but her heart had always belong to Mike, always. Even their game had been a testament of their love. For her, being with other men confirmed how wonderful Mike was. For him, seeing her with other men increased his passion and love of her.

But maybe their youthful love wasn't something that could last a lifetime. Maybe what she had with Clint - the steady support, companionship, security - maybe that was real love, grown-up love. 

As Jen drifted off to slept, she considered her blessings. She had Anna. A good man loved her. She had her health and a good job. "Maybe this is what life is about," she thought. "Maybe this is as good life gets."

Jen was late to work the next day as she fought through the rush hour commute to first drop off Anna at day care, and then rush to the office. When she got to work she found a crowd outside her office. There was a lot of excited gossiping and whispering going on. 

Allie hurriedly approach. "Jen ...," she said taking Jen's arm and pulling her aside.

"What's going on?" Jen asked, looking at Allie and then the crowd, and then back again.

"It's Mike," Allie said looking worriedly at Jen. "He's in your office."



Life After We Pt. 04



"Mike's in your office Jen," Allie repeated. "He's waiting for you."

Jen felt paralyzed. In a stupor she looked at the crowd around her office and said "Why is everyone here?"

"He's the reason we're still in business, as much as you and me," Allie pointed out, referring to the Ring. "He's like, a hero around here. And with the Apple Code Master thing in the news ...." Allie diplomatically didn't mention Jasmine Kelly.

Jen nodded, still frozen. Allie said "Are you going in?"

"How do I look?" Jen whispered worriedly.

"You look beautiful honey," Allie assured her. 

But Jen didn't feel beautiful. She'd thrown on jeans and a loose blouse to rush Anna to daycare. She had a little of Anna's burb on her shoulder. This was not how she wanted Mike to see her.

She abruptly turned and rushed out of the office. "Jen where are you going?" Allie said rushing after her.

"Tell Mike I've got an off-site," Jen said hurriedly. "Tell him I'll meet him tonight for a drink."

"Where?"

"I don't know," Jen said. "Pegu." The Pegu Club wasn't too far from the loft apartment.

A few minutes later Allie stepped into Jen's office. "Jen's got meetings all day," Allie said going with her friend's lie. "She'll meet you at Pegu at 7 tonight."

"Oh okay," Mike said. He couldn't remember if he'd ever been to Pegu. He'd Google it later. "How is Darren and your baby?"

"They're good," Allie said cheerfully.

"And the company?" Mike asked. "You guys are doing okay?"

"Yeah, Google, Memphis, Kelloggs, all under control, we're good," Allie said.

There was an awkward silence. They rarely spoke to each other especially alone, this conversation was probably one of the longest they'd ever had.

Mike finally asked "How's Jen?"

Allie shrugged. "I guess you'll find out tonight, right?"

"Yeah," Mike said, looking aimlessly out Jen's window. Allie took the opportunity to look at Mike. He looked the same. He was a few inches taller than her, maybe 5'9" or 5'10". Thinner than she remembered, she knew he had little muscular definition (she'd seen him in a bathing suit). He was kinda cute, in a geeky sort of way. Mostly he was average looking. 

When they first started dating, she could never figure out what the drop dead gorgeous Jennifer Johnson saw in Mike Andrews. In fact, she thought that for years. She was pretty mean to him all those years, she admitted to herself.

But he'd grown on her, and now she understood. He was average looking, but he had something going for him. He was like the reluctant, tragic hero in a Shakespeare play.

As Mike moved to leave Allie gave him a hug. "It's good seeing you Mike," she said with real affection. 

"Ah yeah, it's good, ah, seeing you too Allie," Mike stammered out. Allie nodded, smiling, amused how Mike could never talk to her without sounding nervous and dorky.

Mike left the building. Unlike San Francisco, it was chilly in New York. Not having anywhere else to go, he zipped up his jacket, put his hands in his pocket and started walking, killing time until 7pm.

The Pegu Club was only half full when Mike got there early at 645am. It was one of the hottest clubs in New York City, but it was early. 

Jen wasn't there yet. Mike got a table in a quiet corner. He had a view of the door, he waited nervously for her.

Jen finally arrived at 745pm. "Sorry, I got held up," she said.

"No worries," Mike said. He hesitated, then got up and gave her an awkward hug hello.

The table was empty, Mike hadn't ordered anything. "You didn't have to wait for me," Jen said with a laugh.

"That's okay," he said. He caught the eye of a waitress. Jen ordered a Cosmo and Mike a scotch. 

Mike had so much to say. But he was nervous and his thoughts were scrambled, he didn't know how to begin. As he began to say something Jen interrupted and said "Oh there's Leo." She smiled delightedly looking like an excited schoolgirl wanting to talk to the star high school quarterback. "I'll be right back Mike."

Jen hopped off the bar stool and quickly walked over to Leo. Her skirt had hiked up while sitting and she tugged it down. Before she did Mike saw a flash of lacy stocking top. 

Mike studied Jen as she talked to Leo and his friends. She looked as breathtaking gorgeous as ever. Her lips were wet with pinkish lipstick, and her long blonde hair was silky and lush, with a wave to it. Did she curl her hair all the time now?

She wore a dress that hugged her body in all the right places. And while still petite and slim, she seemed curvier now. Her breasts were definitely bigger. Her dressed strained under their bigger size. It was more than just her bust. Jen's hips and ass used to be slim almost like a teenage ballerina. Now she was curvier, and while Mike loved Jen's old body, she looked even sexier now, more feminine if that was possible.

Jen was flirting shamelessly with Leo, smiling into his eyes, laughing at everything he said. She used her hands to talk, and often touched his arm and chest. She hadn't changed at all. She was the same Jen, a bubbly social butterfly, a pretty outgoing girl who loved to flirt.

Mike couldn't help it. Even though they had serious things to talk about, he couldn't help it. As he looked at his gorgeous, sexy ex-wife flirting with a group of handsome men, he got hard.

Jen finally returned after about 15 minutes. She was still smiling and half laughing from her conversation with Leo. "Sorry Mike," she said sitting back on the stool. She crossed her long legs as she took a sip of the Cosmo. Mike could help noticing as her skirt rode up. Looking back at him she asked "So, you're back in New York. For a visit?

"I moved back," Mike said. "I'm staying with Steve and his family until I get a place."

Jen nodded. She wondered why he wasn't staying with Jasmine Kelly but didn't say anything. 

Mike noticed the ring on her left hand. With trepidation he asked. "You're engaged?"

She shook her head. She said "My boyfriend likes me to wear his ring." She of course didn't tell him the ring belonged to Keri.

Mike nodded slowly. He said "You're going with a lawyer, right?"

Jen nodded. "His name's Clint." Then she casually, nonchalantly said "You're with Jasmine?"

"No we're --."

Just then Jen's iPhone rang. She looked at the screen. It was her babysitter, she had to answer this. "Excuse me," Jen said hopping off the stool again. She brushed her long blonde hair to the side and put the phone to her ear.

As she spoke she adjusted her skirt, straightening it and pulling it down again. Again Mike saw a flash of stocking top. Her skirt was short. Her long legs were still incredible, even more so in high heels, and along with everything else they made her achingly hot. 

Her skirt was tight too. Was that the outline of garter straps? Mike knew Jen only wore a garter belt if she planned to fuck. Was she seeing Clint tonight? 

Then he thought of the way she'd shamelessly flirted with Leo. Was she fucking around, planning to sleep with Leo tonight? Mike knew she had an insatiable sex drive, she couldn't get enough sex. Was she fucking Leo behind Clint's back? 

Jen ended the call with the babysitter, everything was good with Anna. But she kept the phone to her ear, pretending to still be on the call. She processed what Mike had said. She'd asked if he was with Jasmine. And he'd said no. 

She turned back to Mike and got up on the stool again. She absentmindedly crossed her legs. She took another sip of the Cosmo and then, just as casually and nonchalantly as before, said "So you were talking about Jasmine?"

"Yeah," Mike said with an uncertain laugh. "Honestly I'm not sure what's going on with Jasmine."

Jen nodded, a smile plastered on her face. What did that mean? That he loved her, but she didn't love him? That they were deciding whether or not to move in together? That it should be MikeJas instead of JasMike?

As these questions flittered through her head Jen looked at Mike. His face was flushed. She recognized that look. He was turned on!

Why was he turned on? Because how she was dressed? She'd gotten her hair done and bought a new dress that afternoon. She'd worn a garter belt to be extra sexy and flashed her stocking tops at him. Was that it?

She played back the evening so far. She'd arrived late and left him at the table to flirt with Leo to dick with him. She knew those moves were immature, but when she was nervous as she was now she resorted to things like that as a defense mechanism.

She flirted with Leo. She told him about her boyfriend Clint, how he likes her to wear his ring.

"Wait," Jen thought. "Is that why he's turned on? Because he thinks I'm cheating on Clint with Leo?"

Mike forced his dark fantasies out of his head. He willed his erection to go away. There were important things to talk about.

"I want you to have the loft apartment," he said abruptly. 

It took Jen a moment to catch up. She said "We both own it. We can put it on the market. We'll split the money."

Mike looked pained. "The government took your money too."

"Despite everything Mike, I think you did the right thing," she said. "I don't care about the money." After a moment she asked "Are you feeling better now?" 

"Yeah," he said. "Better, but different I think."

"What do you mean?"

They stopped talking as they ordered another round from the waitress. Then Jen asked "How different?"

Mike hesitated, not sure how to articulate what he was feeling, not really understanding his feelings himself. He finally said, "What used to be important to me isn't important anymore. I used to be so serious about my career. I wanted to make partner, make a lot of money." He shrugged. "Those things aren't so important anymore."

"I thought you were going to be Apple's Code Master," Jen said.

"No, I'm not," Mike said. "I'm not working for Apple anymore, I quit." He prepared himself for incredulity from Jen. That was what he'd gotten from Jasmine for months, pressure to throw himself into the rat race and then looks of disbelief and disappointment when he not only turned down the promotion but resigned altogether.

"It doesn't surprise me," Jen said with a shrug. "I never understood why you wanted to work on Wall Street. In college I thought you wanted to be a teacher."

It was Mike's turn to be surprised. "I thought you wanted to live in New York City."

Jen shrugged again. "I did, but I would've been happy living anywhere. I grew up in a small town, went to college in a small town. I like small towns. I like New York, but I like small towns too."

"Oh," Mike said. How could they have been married, been together for years, yet not know these things about each other? Jen seemed to be thinking the same thing. They were silent for long moments.

So far their conversation had been like between strangers, cold and impersonal. But in a moment of gentleness, reminiscence of the intimate relationship they used to have, Jen said in a soft, encouraging voice, "I think you should be a teacher. You're really good at it."

Mike smiled gratefully at her. It was nice to hear that, especially after all the pressure he'd been getting from Jasmine for months. Jen smiled back. For a moment it was like they were still together.

Then Jen's iPhone rang again, breaking the moment. It was the babysitter again. Jen got up to answer it.

When Jen returned she was distracted. Anna had a cough. She worried her baby might be coming down with a cold.

"I've got to get home," she said, her thoughts now on Anna. "Did you want to talk about anything else?"

"What's wrong?" Mike asked.

"I lost my nanny," Jen said. "I have Anna in daycare, life's hectic."

"Oh sorry," Mike said. "I've seen pictures of your baby. She's beautiful. I'd like to meet her sometime."

Jen stared at Mike. After all this time without even a single phone call or text, now he wants to meet Anna? She felt a rush of emotions, mostly hurt and anger. "Maybe another time," she curtly said.

Mike could tell she was angry. What could he do? If he hadn't been suffering from PTSD maybe things would have played out differently. But he wasn't going to apologize for not being at her side at Anna's birth. That had been asking a lot, considering everything. The question was, could they put all this behind them and have some kind of relationship?

"I've got to go," Jen said getting up.

Mike quickly said "Maybe we can get together sometime, go to brunch maybe."

"Why?" she asked.

Mike decided to come clean. He said "Because we were best friends. I miss that. I'd like to get to know your daughter."

Jen's emotions were all over the place. He was saying the words she wanted to hear. But they were coming so late. "It's been over a year Mike," Jen said her voice trembling from anger and hurt. "You never returned any of my calls. You never emailed or sent a card. Now you want to be friends?"

They were silent for long moments, at an impasse. Finally Jen said "I'll think about it." 

Just then Leo approached with his buddies. "Hey Jen, we're going to a party, want to come along?"

Jen looked at Leo and then back at Mike. She saw that familiar flush of excitement on his face. Seriously? With all this drama going on, his dick was still in the freaking Game? Something snapped inside Jen. 

"Excuse me Mike," Jen said. Giving him a dazzling smile, she took Leo's arm and pulled him aside. Jen flirted with him again, laughing delightedly, touching his arm and chest. Leo's buddies grinned, looking enviously as it looked like their friend might have a chance to score with the beautiful, leggy blonde.

Mike's pulse quickened and his cock got hard as he watched Jen shamelessly flirt with Leo. But he was bothered too. Jen had gone from completely serious single mom/career woman to giddy flirty schoolgirl. The mixed persona didn't fit the Jen he remembered.

Jen came back a few minutes later, still holding Leo's arm. Grinning to his friends, Leo announced "I'll see you guys later, I'm walking Jen home."

Jen looked at Mike. "I'll call you," she said. Mike nodded but didn't say anything. Jen stole a glance at Mike's lap just as she left. He was trying to hide it, but she could tell he was hard.

Jen let go of Leo's arm outside the club. They walked a couple of blocks and then Jen saw a taxi. She said "Let's taxi the rest of the way." 

"Sounds good," Leo said smiling. He figured he had a chance to score with his sexy boss after the way she'd flirted with him all night. He knew her reputation, he knew she fucked around. Maybe she was horny and wanted some dick after seeing her ex-husband. All he had to do was get into her apartment. Then he'd be between those incredible long legs.

The taxi arrived and Leo walked her to the door. "Thanks for taking me home," Jen said.

"Anytime," Leo said. He had his hand on her back, close to her ass. "Can I come up?"

Jen knew he'd ask. "I'm your boss," she said.

"I promise not to sue for sex discrimination," he joked.

Jen smiled. "Not tonight, I've got a sick baby," she said.

Leo was disappointed, but he knew the secret to getting pussy was patience. "Let's go out sometime," he said.

"Maybe," Jen said back. Then she wondered if Mike was watching them. It would be just like him to follow her home, to watch.

Jen felt something stir in her, something come alive. 

Or maybe it was something turning back on.

She put her hand on Leo's chest, playing with the buttons of his shirt. "Exactly what have you heard about me?" she teased smiling into his eyes.

"I've heard you like having fun," Leo said grinning at her.

"That's a nice way of putting it," Jen said with a flirty laugh.

"I've heard about wild parties," Leo said. "Did you really take it all off at the Caesar's pool?"

"Um, I think I still had my high heels on," Jen said with another laugh. She patted his chest. "Those were my wild days."

"You're not wild anymore?" Leo asked grinning at her.

"I don't know, maybe," Jen said. 

Her thoughts flashed again to Mike. She would not be at all surprised if he was watching her at that very moment. The possibility sent a shiver through her. Her pussy tingled.

Reaching on her tiptoes in her high heels, she wrapped her arms around Leo's neck and kissed him. Leo was surprised but he quickly recovered. He pulled Jen close and kissed her back. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she let him. As they made out Jen thought to herself "Is Mike's watching?"

Leo snaked a hand between their bodies. He cupped her breast. As he fondled her, Jen excitedly wondered "Can Mike see him rubbing my nipple?"

Leo's hands moved to Jen's ass. As he groped her cheeks he pulled her skirt up. Jen thought "Can Mike see my stockings? Can he see my garter belt?"

Jen couldn't remember the last time she'd been so turned on. She gave Leo tongue, wrapping her leg around his. Emboldened by her passion, he moved under her skirt, his fingers finding her panties. She was soaking wet!

"Ugh god Mike!" she thought to herself as she moaned into Leo's mouth. "Can you see him? He's fingering me where anyone can see! Are you watching? Can you see him, fingering my pussy?"

Jen snaked a hand between their bodies, moving to his crotch. She cupped his erection and moaned "You're so big and hard."

"You like big," Leo said, having talked to both Scott and Tom.

"God yeah," Jen said rolling head back as Leo pulled her panties inside and stuck a finger into her.

"Oh god Mike!" Jen thought to herself. "He's finger fucking me, can you see?! Is this turning you on?!"

Jen sensed movement. She pulled her lips away from Leo's and looked over his shoulder. There were people on the sidewalk, a husband, wife and their young child! Jen came to her senses. Mortified, she pushed away from Leo, pulled down her skirt and ran into her apartment building.

Inside the loft apartment Jen quickly paid the babysitter and then checked Anna. She was sleeping peacefully. Anna seemed okay, she wasn't warm and she wasn't sneezing or coughing. 

With Anna okay, Jen turned to her own needs. She felt flushed, heady. She hadn't felt this way in a long time. She splashed vodka into a glass and drank it in one gulp. Then she had another one.

She walked into her bedroom, feeling unsteady, her high heels scratching across the hardwood floors.

She fell onto the bed, still fully dressed. She ran her hands over her tits. Then she pulled up her skirt, she parted her legs.

She felt her panties. She was soaking wet. She pushed a hand down into her panties. With her other hand she unbuttoned her blouse and pulled down her bra.

She closed her eyes and masturbated. She imagined Leo fucking her. Pulling up her skirt and fucking her against the brick wall. And she imagined Mike just a few feet away, watching. Jerking off while Leo fucked her hard.

She imagined grabbing Mike, kissing him as Leo pounded her. She imagined looking into Mike's eyes as Leo made her cum all over his big cock. In Mike eyes she saw lust and excitement. 

Jen's body jerked as she came, a massive orgasm shooting pleasure throughout her body. Afterwards she lay gasping. She was half drunk from the vodka. Her clothes in disarray but still fully dressed, still even in her high heels, she curled into a ball and fell asleep.

Mike watched as Jen walked out with Leo. Tonight hadn't gone well. He'd hoped to reach some kind of peace with Jen, some understanding. But everything was still up in the air. She hadn't even let him meet Anna.

He thought about another scotch, but he knew getting drunk wouldn't help. He paid the check and left the club.

He walked through the chilly New York air. His erection had subsided but not his lust. 

He couldn't believe it. He hadn't seen Jen in over a year. Tonight he'd been with her less than an hour, talking about serious stuff, certainly nothing sexual. But he was already drawn into it again. He was drawn into HER. What hold did she have over him? 




Life After We Pt. 04



True, she was gorgeous, a knockout. She looked better than ever. But Jasmine was just as beautiful, and Tara was sexy too. At that moment though, he was hotter than he'd ever been with Jasmine or Tara, there wasn't any comparison.

He shook his head to clear his head. He needed to get beyond his lust and dark fantasies. He and Jen had serious things to work out. He needed some kind of closure with her. He couldn't do that if he always go hard whenever he was around her.

He wandered downtown. A Barnes & Noble was open. He went inside, aimlessly browsing. On a whim, he went into the parenting section. He picked up two baby books, What to Expect the First Year and What to Expect the Second Year. He bought both and went home to Steve's house.

Inside his bedroom, he began reading the books but he couldn't concentrate. His thoughts were on Jen. He enjoyed watching her flirt with Leo. She looked so bubbly and alive, he loved when she was like that.

He wondered if she was with Leo right now, in bed. He closed his eyes, thinking about Leo between Jen's legs, her dress pushed up around her waist, Leo running his fingers over Jen's garter belt and lacy stocking tops as he fucked her.

Jen had a boyfriend, Clint. Mike had googled him, the dude looked like Clint Eastwood! How serious were they? Serious enough for Jen to wear his ring on her left hand. So Jen was cheating on Clint with Leo. Mike couldn't resist anymore, he took out his cock and stroked himself.

Jen had cheated on Mike too. Like with Ricky, on the day they graduated. That had been the first time Jen had ever worn thigh high stockings. She wore them for Ricky, not Mike. It was kind of like giving away her virginity. She gave it to Ricky, not him. That had always bothered Mike, but it turned him on too.

She fucked Colin, after they started going out. 

And she fucked Drums, after he told her Drums was off limits, when he was in jail.

Mike's feelings were mixed about Jen's cheating. First, were they really cheating? With Ricky, definitely. But she eventually told him about it. With Colin, no, that wasn't cheating. They hadn't been exclusive at the time, and he at least partially forced himself on her. 

With Drums? It was complicated. 

Mike knew Jen's reputation before they started going out. She was a popular, fun loving girl who enjoyed sex. Her sleeping around and wildness got him hot, it was another reason he was so enchanted by her. He encouraged her sensuality, starting way back in college when he hooked her up with Ricky. He did more than that, pushing her to develop feelings for her lovers. He went farthest with Drums, pushing her to pretend like they were an exclusive couple.

Jen's straying turned him on. Getting cheated on turned him on. A wife/girlfriend cheating on her husband/boyfriend turned him on. Like Nancy cheating on her husband. Jen cheating with Ricky, wearing stocking for him. It hurt, but it got his dick so incredibly hard.

That was just how he was wired. There were a lot of other emotions there too. Bad emotions. Jealousy, betrayal, insecurity, feeling inadequate. That was why he and Jen weren't good for each other. They enabled each other in bad, dangerous ways. It was thrilling, but hurtful too.

But at the moment ...

Mike closed his eyes and stroked himself. He thought of Jen fucking Leo, cheating on her boyfriend Clint. Did Clint know how insatiable Jen was? Did Clint know he was getting cucked by Leo? Mike didn't last long, cumming all over his hand.

The next morning Jen rushed to feed Anna and get her ready for daycare. She was distracted by the memories of last night. She'd been a bitch to Mike. He offered her an olive branch – offered to be friends -- and she all but threw it back in his face. 

She looked at her cell. She was tempted to call him up. But then she looked at the ring on her left hand. Clint's ring. No, it wouldn't be right to call Mike. Anyway, did she really want to?

She sighed, everything was confused. She moved the ring from her left hand to her right. She wore it on her left hand last night to dick with Mike. But she preferred wearing it on her right hand. 

Jen practically jumped out of the chair when her cell rang. She looked at the caller ID. It was Mike!

"Um ... hello?" she said hesitantly into the phone.

"Hi, it's Mike," Mike said.

"Oh, uh, hi," Jen said.

"I've got an idea," Mike said, having rehearsed his lines. "I've got a job lined up, but it doesn't started until next semester. I can watch Anna until you get a new nanny."

"What?" Jen said, catching up to what he was saying. "You don't know how to take care of a baby."

"I studied a couple books last night," Mike said. "I think I've got the theory down, I just need some practical experience."

Jen couldn't help a laugh. Mike always made everything sound like a math equation. But Anna wasn't a math equation. "You haven't even met her," she said.

"I'm outside, I can met her now."

"You're outside?" she said surprised. The presumptuous shit had a lot of nerve. But then she blurted out, "Okay, whatever, come on up."

"This is Anna," Jen said a few minutes later after letting Mike into the loft apartment. She was holding her daughter.

Mike couldn't help smiling at the baby. Anna was a beautiful baby, and she looked just like Jen! Her face was so alive and she had a beautiful disarming smile, Mike instantly knew she was bubbly and full of life just like her mother.

Unlike around fellow adults, to his surprise, Mike didn't feel nervous at all around Anna. He asked Jen "Can I hold her?"

"She's going through stranger anxiety right now," Jen warned with a grimace. It was 100 times worse around men, the last time Clint tried to hold her Anna had screamed bloody murder. Jen sighed inside, this wasn't going to work.

"Let me try," Mike said still smiling at the little baby.

"Oookay," Jen thought skeptically. She hesitantly handed her baby to Mike.

"Hi Anna-banana," Mike said in a baby-talk voice, smiling into the baby's eyes. "Hi Anna-havana." Mike tickled Anna's tummy. "Hi Anna-cabana."

To Jen's surprise, Anna giggled and wiggled her toes. Startled, Jen said "Um, Anna, this is Mike."

"My My," Anna said in a sweet baby voice, giggling and grabbing Mike's chin with her little hand. Mike hadn't shaved that morning. Anna seemed fascinated by the stubble and rubbed her little fingers over his chin and cheeks.

"See, I've got this," Mike said grinning at Jen. Remembering the mental notes he'd made while studying the baby books, he said "Write down her schedule, tell me where her formula is, and her car seat."

"Her car seat?" Jen said dumbly.

"If something comes up I can always take her to your office," Mike pointed out. "I'll need her car seat."

"Oh ... yeah," Jen said. She still was unsure. "I don't know Mike."

"I really want to get to know Anna," Mike said, his sincere eyes looking imploringly at her. "And I want to help you out."

Jen stared at him. He hadn't apologized for disappearing for a year. Maybe he never would. Maybe it was unreasonable (and unfair) for her to want an apology. But he was offering an olive branch again. 

From a practical point of view, she could really use his help. Navigating day care in New York City was a painful chore. And honestly, she'd rather Anna be with someone she knew rather than day care people who were little more than strangers.

Jen finally agreed. She quickly jotted out Anna's schedule, showed Mike where she kept things, and then left. She waited outside the apartment door for 15 minutes, to see if Anna was going to start screaming. When she silently poked her head in, Mike was on the floor playing games with Anna. The baby was giggling and rolling around the floor, calling Mike "My My." 

Jen shrugged. Okay, she'd give this a try. Quietly closing the door, she hurried off to work.

In her office, she tried to figure out why Anna had taken to Mike but not other men, like Clint. Well, Mike was different from the other men she knew. Mike was kind, unassuming, shy. All the other men in her life, including Clint, were alpha men. They were confident, aggressive, hulking. Maybe Anna didn't feel threatened around Mike.

At that moment Allie rushed into her office. "What happen last night?" Allie asked as she closed the door.

"Mike's taking care of Anna," Jen said with a shrug. "He's like, her nanny until his new job starts."

"Seriously?" Allie said dumbstruck. "What about everything else?"

"We didn't talk about much," Jen said with a shrug. "I don't know ... it's hard. He was gone over a year."

"Yeah ...," Allie said. Then in a lowered voice she said "So what happened with you and Leo?"

Jen had to think, and then she remembered. Leo! She'd forgotten with all the drama that morning. "Oh fuck what's he saying?" Jen said alarmed.

"You guys made out?" Allie said. "He had his hand up your skirt?"

"Fuck!" Jen cried. She bolted up and hurried to his office.

"Leo, can I talk to you?" she said entering his office and closing the door. "About last night --."

Leo came up to Jen. He put his arms around her and kissed her. They kissed for a few seconds and then Jen pushed him away.

"Leo you can't do that," she said in hushed tones.

"I had fun last night," he said smiling at her.

"Leo, listen I was drunk," she said. It was a lie, she hadn't been drunk, but she needed to tell him something. "Don't talk about last night okay? I was drunk. I've got a boyfriend."

"Seriously?" Leo said sounding disappointed.

"Yeah, I do," Jen said holding up her right hand to show him Clint's (Keri's) ring. "So don't talk about last night okay?"

Back in her office, Jen dropped into her chair. "God," she sighed to herself. She seriously made out with Leo, he practically fingered her. 

Had Mike watched? He didn't say anything that morning of course. But he was definitely turned on last night after she flirted with Leo.

Jen squeezed her legs together. She rubbed her thighs back and forth, hearing the swish-swish of her nylons rubbing together. Her pussy tingled. When Leo kissed her a moment ago, his erection pressed against her. He was big. She knew that from last night, from groping him. He was thicker than longer, but she liked thick.

"Stop!" she told herself. Why was she thinking about Leo? She'd known him for years, he was a junior marketing exec. He was nice looking but she'd never been interested in him. Why was she lusting after him now? 

She imagined him coming into her office. He'd throw open her legs and ram his fat cock into her. She wondered what his cock would feel like, inside her? She wondered if he fucked hard. Yeah, he was an aggressive ass, he'd fuck her hard, he'd fuck her slutty pussy really hard.

"STOP!" she yelled at herself. What was going on? Her body was on fire, she knew her pussy was soaking wet. She hadn't felt this turned on in a long time.

Fuck it, she thought to herself. She'd be useless the rest of the day if she didn't get an orgasm. She locked her door and then spread out on her sofa. She pulled up her skirt. She reached one hand inside her panties, and the other inside her blouse. Then she masturbated, fantasizing about Leo fucking her outside the loft apartment while Mike jerked off as he watched.

"So how was it?" Jen asked later that night, taking Anna into her arms. She of course showed no sign of her fantasies from last night or earlier that day.

"Really good, we had fun," Mike said smiling brightly. He ticked Anna's stomach. "Right Anna-Banana? We had fun."

Anna giggled and said "My My, My My," looking adoringly at him.

"I've got a meeting at the school," Mike said grabbing his coat. "So I'll be back tomorrow morning right?"

"Um yeah, okay," Jen said. "You're going to teach?"

Mike nodded. "I got a job at Beekman High School," he said. "Hey, I was wondering if tomorrow night, after you get home from work, we can talk some." He shrugged and said "To catch up."

"Oh ah, I can't, I've got a date tomorrow with Clint," Jen said.

"Oh," Mike said. Without thinking he blurted out "Would you like me to babysit?"

"Babysit? You don't have to do that."

"I don't mind, I want to," Mike said warming to the idea.

"Don't you ... um ... have to see Jasmine?" Jen hesitantly asked.

"She's in London," Mike said with a shrug. Jasmine was always traveling on assignments. "I want to Jen, it's good getting to know Anna."

"Well ... okay," Jen finally agreed.

Beekman High School was having an open house that evening for potential new students and their parents. Nancy (the principal) thought it would be a good opportunity for Mike to meet everyone. Mike spent a couple hours talking with faculty and parents. 

Unlike Jasmine's get-togethers, Mike had a pleasant time. He could relate to teachers, they were academics like himself. The parents weren't as much fun to talk to, but for the most part he was with other teachers the entire time and they ran interference for him.

As he chatted, Mike had one eye on Nancy. She wasn't wearing a slinky dress like in San Francisco. But she definitely looked good in her blouse and knee length skirt. She definitely looked good in high heels.

With his trained eye, Mike judged Nancy to be about 34-26-36. She was maybe 5'7", although the high heels made her taller. She was slim, probably only around 125 pounds. She had a pretty, youthful face for her years (Mike knew she was 51 from the school's bio of her), and her short auburn hair and green eyes gave her a mischievous look.

Nancy exuded sexuality. Mike saw other men (teachers and dads) checking Nancy out, so he wasn't the only one to think so. In a way, Nancy was an older version of Jen.

Mike wondered if she had fucked that younger guy in San Francisco. Was she cheating on her husband? Or did she have her husband's blessings to fool around? 

Nancy was wearing a simple string of pearls. It was a classy look and matched her green eyes. But Mike couldn't help imagining that young guy in San Francisco fucking Nancy's married pussy and then cumming on her tits, giving her a string of sperm pearls. Or was Nancy the kind of girl who liked men to cum inside her?

Mike shook his head, trying to reign in his imagination. She was his principal for god's sake! Her meeting with that younger man was probably innocent, he was probably just a colleague she was catching up with. But that guy had been practically fondling her ass. They hadn't looked like platonic friends, they looked like lovers in heat.

"So how is it going?" Nancy asked him a little later.

"Good," Mike said, trying to hide his awkwardness with talking to Nancy after having his earlier carnal thoughts. "I thought I'd get more criticism over Liberty-gate. I think half the country still thinks I'm a traitor."

"And half the country thinks you're a hero, including me and the faculty," Nancy said giving him an encouraging smile. She laughed and joked, "We're all bleeding heart liberals here." Getting more serious she said "The parents are open-minded, they send their kids to Beekman to get a global education. Even if they don't agree with you, they're excited to have you here." She laughed and said "Now they have something new to talk about at their dinner parties."

Mike smiled. He liked Nancy. 

Just then a man walked up. Mike remembered him from when he interviewed. He was Nancy's husband, although they'd never been formally introduced. He definitely was not that man from San Francisco.

Nancy seemed to read Mike's thoughts. She looked anxious and nervously said "Oh ah, honey, this is Mike Andrews, our new math teacher. Mike, this is my husband Mac."

Mike smiled and shook Mac's hand. They exchanged some friendly small talk. Mac was diplomatic enough not to discuss Liberty-gate. Mike was discreet enough not to mention San Francisco.

Mac was an older man, around Nancy's age (which made sense since they were married). He didn't have the looks or physique of the young guy in San Francisco. That guy looked like a GQ model. Mac looked like an average middle aged man.

"I'll see you at home honey," Mac said to Nancy. He gave her an affectionate kiss on the cheek and then left the big auditorium.

"Thanks for not saying anything," Nancy whispered to Mike. She looked relieved.

Nancy's thank you confirmed Mike's suspicions. She HAD cheated on Mac with that younger man! He whispered "No worries, it's none of my business." Thinking his words too gruff, he added "I'm not judging you. You know, glass houses."

Nancy tilted her head, intrigued. She knew Mike had split from his wife. "Is that why you divorced?" she asked.

"Jen didn't cheat on me," Mike said. Deep inside, that was what Mike thought. Jen hadn't cheated with Drums, it was part of the game. It had just been too much.

"Then what do you mean by glass houses?" Nancy asked.

"It's a long story," Mike said with a sheepish smile.

Nancy hesitated and then said "I love my husband, I couldn't live without him. It's just ...."

"I get it," Mike said.

"Maybe you can tell me your story sometime," Nancy said.

Mike nodded. He said "I'd like to hear your story too."

They smiled at each other, like new friends sharing a secret. 

When Jen got home from work the next day, Mike was feeding Anna. "I made you that," Mike said motioning to a plate of sliced vegetables and cheese. "I thought you might be hungry, before your date."

"Oh ... thanks," Jen said awkwardly. "This is weird," she thought. She nibbled on a piece of cheese. Mike had opened a chilled bottle of white wine too. She poured herself a glass. "Want one?" she asked.

"No thanks, I got this for later," he said. There was a bottle of Highland Park scotch on the table. "I'll only drink one, in case Anna wakes up," he assured her.

"It's okay Mike, I trust you," she said. "Um ... I guess I should get ready." She took the wine and another piece of cheese and went into her bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Jen showered, then did her hair and makeup. She thought about what to wear. Clint was taking her to dinner at a posh club, to meet some of his clients and friends. She should wear something slinky and dressy, like a little black dress. But ...

She pulled on one of her new low rise skinny jeans, and then a black top. Stepping into black stiletto heels, she knew she was a little underdressed, but in New York it was acceptable to be stylishly chic.

The top had long sleeves. It was almost off-the-shoulder and had a daring scoop front. As a result, it showed a lot of cleavage. It was also pretty clear she was braless. She knew Clint would love it.

She went out to the living room and played with Anna. She could feel Mike's eyes on her but pretended not to notice. 

As Anna's attention turned to her toys, Jen got up and looked through the mail. She took her time, reading every letter (even junk mail).

As Jen studied her mail, Mike took the opportunity to look at her chest. Her thin, tight blouse left little to the imagination. She was clearly braless, her blouse hugging her perky, upturned breasts. Her tits were clearly bigger than he remembered, a lingering benefit of her pregnancy. He felt himself growing hard.

Finished reading, Jen tossed the mail onto the counter. She got on her knees and bent at the waist to play a game with Anna. She felt her thong ride up her ass but again she pretended not to notice.

Mike was behind Jen, his eyes on her curvy ass in those tight jeans. She was showing a lot of skin between her jeans and blouse. He saw the T of her lacy black thong peeking above her jeans. 

And above the thong, just above the swell of her ass, there was a tattoo.

Mike put on his jacket. He wasn't cold, but it helped to hide his erection. His throat dry, he asked "You got a tattoo?" 

"In Vegas," Jen said nonchalantly, continuing to play with Anna.




Life After We Pt. 04



"The place we went, with Scott?"

"Yeah, maybe," she said pretending not to remember.

"Did Scott go with you?"

Jen didn't answer, pretending to be distracted by something Anna did. Then she looked over her shoulder at him and nonchalantly said "What do you think of it?"

Mike was tongue tied, his cock rock hard from looking at her. Somehow he managed to sound calm and said "I thought you were getting a bigger one."

Jen gawked at him but quickly recovered. "Yeah, well, whatever," she said dismissively. She stood and grabbed a short black leather jacket and said "I've got to go." She kissed Anna and gave her a big hug. With a fleeting glance at Mike, she said "See you later" and was gone.

Jen fumed in the back seat of the cab. "I thought you were getting a bigger one." What the fucked did that mean? That he hated it, so he was glad it was small? Or he wished it was bigger? She was so tired of his "enigma wrapped in a mystery" bullshit. Why couldn't Mike just say what he was thinking?

She glanced at Clint's ring on her right hand. She felt guilty. Clint was her boyfriend, she should be thinking about him, not another man, certainly not that shit head Mike. That was the problem with Mike, he was all drama. She had things all figured out before he turned up, her life turning around. Then Mike appeared and now everything was fucked up. 

In the loft apartment, Mike played with Anna then read her a book. She fell asleep in his arms and he put her down in her crib.

His thoughts returned to Jen and he quickly got hard again. God she looked so good! She was just as petite as before, but now she had bigger breasts and curvier hips and ass. Her tits weren't as big as Jasmine's, but they looked ENORMOUS on her petite frame. With all her new curves, she looked like a sexpot Barbie doll instead of a young innocent ballerina! Especially with her blonde hair that she was wearing longer now, way pass her "bra strap line." 

Mike put the chain on the door in case Jen got home early. He went into her bedroom, into her clothes hamper. On top was a bra and thong, the lingerie she'd worn to work. Mike looked at the bra. It was an entire cup larger than what she used to wear! He put the bra back and took the thong.

Where were her stockings? On a hunch, he looked in the trash can in the bathroom. There they were! As he'd suspected, there were runs in them and she'd thrown them away.

Mike laid down on Jen's bed (the bed that used to be their marital bed). He took out his cock, it was rock hard. He licked his hand and began stroking himself. He looked at Jen's thong. It was pink and lacy, barely a wisp of material. He put it to his nose and took a deep breath. He remembered her scent, a mixture of sweet muskiness and perfume. His head spun with lust!

He wrapped Jen's laddered, silky stockings around his shaft. He pumped himself up and down, keeping her panties over his face, loving the feel of the delicate lace and smelling the scent of Jen's sex. 

As he masturbated he pictured Jen from this evening. He imaged touching and fondling those big tits. He imagined fucking her from behind and caressing her new tat as he banged her.

But then his fantasy shifted to Clint, her boyfriend who looked like Clint Eastwood. He imagined it was Clint groping her tits and fucking her like a horny dog.

Once again his fantasy shifted, to Leo. Now Leo was fucking her. "She's cheating on you Clint," Mike said in a low voice, continuing to stroke himself. "Leo is taking your girl, his cock's in her pussy, he's cucking you."

Then Mike's fantasy shifted to Drums. Drums was on top of Jen, stroking her silky hair. Jen ran her fingertips over his tattoos. "I got one for you," she told him, smiling into his eyes. "Mike hates it."

"But you got it anyway, right?" Drums said smiling triumphantly. "For me."

"Yeah, because he gave me to you."

"What an idiot," Drums said grinning at her. He cupped her bigger tits and gushed "Fuck I love these." Then he moved his hand to her pussy. "I love this too," he said pushing a finger into her. "When was the last time Mike fucked you?"

Jen thought about it. "I don't remember," she said with a giggle.

"So he gave me your pussy too?" Drums said with that triumphant smile again.

"Yeah," Jen said looking into his eyes.

Drums opened Jen's legs, positioning his cock at her pussy lips. "You need to wear a condom," she said. 

"Come on, I'll pull out," Drums promised, kissing her. Jen didn't object as he pushed into her. "Fuck you pussy feels good!"

"God yeah," Jen said already panting. He was so thick!

"It feels better this way, bare," he said stroking in and out of her.

"Yeah," Jen agreed her cum face on. "But pull out okay?"

"I thought you're on the pill," Drums said.

"I am but I've missed some days," Jen said.

Jen was about to cum when Drums flipped her over. "I want to look at your new tat as I fuck you," he said. He grinned and then slapped her ass.

"Ouch!" Jen said, but she looked back at him and smiled. 

Drums grabbed her curvier hips and began pounding her. It didn't take too long before she had her first orgasm. He fucked her through it, ramming her even harder. It was like he was going to fuck her right through the mattress! "Oh god I love this!" Jen moaned into the pillow, her pretty face smashed into the feathery softness.

Jen felt another orgasm approaching. She bit into the pillow as she eagerly anticipated the impeding pleasure of another climax.

Drums was close too, about to go over the edge. Jen's pussy felt so good, he didn't want to pull out. "You're on the pill right?" he yelled, his climax almost there. "We're gonna do this!" he yelled as his orgasm hit. He rammed his long thick cock as deep as possible into Jen, sperming her unprotected womb with his fertile seed.

Mike lurched and came, his jizz coating his hand and shooting up to his chest. He panted as he recovered from the orgasm. That was probably the most intense orgasm he'd had in a long time. He used Jen's ruined stockings and panties to wipe up his sperm. Luckily he hadn't cum on her bed.

Mike put his cock away. He held Jen's soiled stockings and panties. It wasn't like he could put them back where he got them, not soaking with his cum. He put them into his coat pocket. Jen wouldn't notice them gone, she didn't pay attention to details like that. This way he could use them later to masturbate again.

He carefully fixed Jen's bed so she wouldn't know he'd been there. Then he heard Anna crying. He rushed into the nursery. He picked her up and comforted her. His jacket was in the way so he took it off and put it on the floor. He rocked her and gave her a little more formula, and she fell back asleep.

Mike silently closed the nursery door (cracking it open a little so he could hear if Anna stirred again), then poured himself a glass of Highland Park scotch. He sipped it slowly as he only intended to have one. He didn't want to get drunk or even tipsy, not since he was babysitting Anna.

He turned on ESPN with the volume low, but he didn't watch the game. His mind was on other things. Had Scott gone with Jen to get the tattoo? Was she fucking Scott? Was she seeing Leo regularly? What about Drums, was she still seeing him? Did Clint know? Or was Jen cheating on him?

Mike thought about Drums. He told Jen not to see him. "I know you need sex. You can see other men, just not Drums." That was what he told her. 

But she saw Drums anyway. Almost as soon as the government arrested him. She lived with him. She got pregnant with his baby.

But Sam said Jen had been fucked up. Worried about him, not able to do anything. Worried about Joe too, and stressing over work. Didn't it make sense she would go to Drums? After all, they'd been living together right before everything blew up. He pushed them together. He encouraged Jen to get close to him, be his "real" girlfriend. Wasn't he at least partially responsible for everything that happened next? 

Mike sipped the scotch, thinking about these things. Then he realized it didn't matter anymore. What happened, happened. They both had moved on. He was with Jasmine, she was with Clint. It was like Nancy at Beekman High. What Jen did with other men wasn't any of his business.

Jen forced Mike from her head as she dined with Clint and his friends. Clint went out for a smoke and she went with him. She wasn't smoking anymore, even socially, she didn't want Anna around second hand smoke. But she wanted to keep Clint company.

Clint opened up her jacket and gazed admiringly at her chest. "You look amazing," he gushed. Normally with him, Jen wore heavier-weight or opaque tops where you couldn't easily tell she was braless. With this top there was no doubt she was braless. "Do me a favor?" he asked, stroking her back where her bra strap was noticeably absent. "Take off the jacket back inside."

Jen was practically falling out of the top. If she took off the jacket she'd be out there for the world to see. "You want to show me off to your friends?" she asked with a smile.

"I want them to see what I've got and they don't," Clint said with a grin.

Jen didn't get that. He wanted an open relationship. If she wanted, any of the men at the table could have her.

Reading her mind, Clint said "I'd rather you didn't hook up with my friends. You wouldn't want me with Allie, right?"

"Yeah, that makes sense," she said. "I didn't know there were rules."

"No rules," Clint said. "Just common sense stuff." He stroked down her neck and over her bare shoulder. "Have you been with anyone?"

"I thought you didn't want to know," Jen said with a laugh.

"I don't want details," he said with a smile. "You're my girlfriend, I want to make sure everything's okay. I care about you."

Jen smiled at him. "I haven't been with anyone, no," she told him. "I would like to talk to you about it though, the whole open relationship thing."

"Let's save it for later, we have to get back."

"Okay," Jen said.

Clint leaned in and kissed her. They kissed for only a few moments, but in that time he managed to squeeze and fondle her tits. As they returned to the table, Jen amusingly wondered if he'd done that to make sure her nipples would be hard when she took off the jacket. Another "look what I've got" message to his friends.

Jen knew it was also control over her, if she took off her jacket in front of his friends (at his request). But she understood how the male mind worked, especially for alpha guys like Clint. And she kinda liked being controlled, she had a submissive streak. As she sat back down, she took off the jacket, pretending not to notice the hungry looks on his friends' faces.

After dinner as they taxied to the loft apartment, Jen said hesitantly "I need to tell you something. It's really weird." She paused, having dreaded this moment all night. But she needed to tell him. "Mike showed up the other day. This is gonna sound really weird, but he's babysitting Anna."

"What, right now?" Clint said shocked.

"Yeah, freaky right?" she said with a carefree laugh, trying to make the situation sound like a meaningless, funny thing. But inside she was scared. What if Clint freaked? What if he insisted she cut ties with Mike? She knew that wouldn't be an unreasonable request, he was her boyfriend after all. She continued, "I guess – I don't know – he wanted to babysit Anna. I think he needs it for closure."

Clint was silent for long moments, thinking. Jen waited anxiously for his reaction. He finally said "I think you need it too, for closure. So I guess this is a good thing."

"Really, you think so?" Jen said breaking out into an incredulous smile. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "You mister are one incredible man," she gushed. Then she kissed him again.

"So you're Mike Andrews, we finally meet," Clint said later in the loft apartment, pumping Mike's hand. "I'm Clint."

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Mike said giving him a smile. He noticed how Clint had his other arm possessively around Jen. His message was clear: "I'm a fair man, I'll be polite to you, but make no mistake, this girl belongs to me."

Mike pulled his hand away from Clint's and turned to Jen. "Anna's fine, she's asleep," he assured her.

"I'll just go check," Jen said. She kissed Clint and said "I'll be right back."

Jen went into the nursery and saw the baby was sleeping peacefully. She saw Mike's jacket on the floor. She picked it up to bring to him when she noticed something pink in the pocket. Pink and lacy. She reached in. Her eyes grew wide when she saw it was her panties and stockings from earlier that day. And they were sticky and smelled like sperm.

She instantly understood. Mike had rifled through her laundry and trash to find her worn lingerie, and he'd jerked off cumming all over them. The perv! What had he fantasized about? Her new tat? The shit! He couldn't bring himself to compliment her, yet he jerked off to seeing it. 

What else had he fantasized about? Clint fucking her? Leo fucking her? Maybe the shit even fantasized about Frankie fucking her! 

Jen suddenly realized her heart was pounding. She looked in the mirror. Her nipples were hard. She felt wet between her legs. God she wanted Clint inside her! She wanted Leo inside her! She wanted fucked!

Without even thinking, she took off her jacket. Her tits stood proudly on her chest, barely covered by the filmy material of her blouse. She put her soiled panties and stockings back in Mike's jacket. She left the nursery, leaving his jacket and hers on the floor.

"Hey baby," she said to Clint, melting into him. She saw both Clint and Mike held glasses of scotch. "Is there any wine left?" 

"Sure," Clint said, pouring her a glass.

"Thanks baby," Jen said giving him a kiss. The kiss was brief, but she managed to give him some tongue for a second.

They sat down, Clint and Jen on the sofa, Mike on the chair across from them. Clint had his arm around Jen, holding her tight. Jen leaned into him, pressing her braless tits against his chest. She also casually stroked his thigh.

Clint and Mike seemed to be talking about Liberty-gate but Jen wasn't listening. She thought to herself "Do you see me with my new boyfriend Mike? See how handsome and strong he is? His cock is so beautiful. So long and thick. So much bigger than yours."

"Clint doesn't cum in my panties Mike," Jen thought to herself. "Clint cums inside me. He fucks me and then he cums inside my pussy."

Jen noticed Mike stealing glances at her, at her tits, at her feet (she was still wearing high heels), at her hand casually stroking Clint's thigh. 

Clint caressed Jen's long blonde hair. She laid her head on his chest, as if tired. Inside she was thinking "Do you see Clint's arm around me Mike? Like I belong to him? Tonight he'll be inside me. He's going to fuck me so good. He's going to make me cum so hard."

God she was so wet, her pussy was throbbing!

"I guess it's late," Clint said, his arm around Jen, stroking her hair.

"Yeah," Jen murmured into his chest. She desperately wanted Clint to fuck her. But she wanted Mike to watch! Her mind raced trying to think of a way, but she couldn't think of anything.

"I guess I'll get going," Mike said. He was embarrassed as he stood up, as he knew his hard-on was apparent. He noticed Jen glance at him. Embarrassed, he hurriedly grabbed his coat from the nursery. He kissed Anna softly goodbye, and left.

Clint pulled Jen into his arms after Mike left, kissing her deeply. They made out for long minutes, tonguing each other. When he pulled away they both were gasping. "You gave Mike a show," Clint said cupping her breasts. She was practically spilling out of the daring scoop top. 

"I thought you like showing me off," Jen joked.

"So you DID give Mike a show?" he asked.

She shrugged. "I guess I wanted to show him what he doesn't have anymore," she said. She quickly added "What belongs to you now."

He nodded, as if weighing her words. Then he abruptly pulled her to the floor, onto her knees. "This is what I want," he said pulling out his cock.

"Okay," Jen said, giving a laugh at Clint's aggressiveness.

"Now," he demanded. He put his hands behind Jen's head and pulled her face to his lap. Jen barely had time to open her lips before he was inside her mouth.

Clint thrust up, shoving his cock into Jen's mouth almost to her throat. Jen gagged and pulled away. "Not so rough honey," she said.

But Clint didn't listen. He grabbed fistfuls of Jen's blonde hair and roughly moved her face up and down on his shaft. She was gagging and saliva was running down her chin and neck, but still Clint wouldn't stop roughly fucking her face.

Jen understood what Clint was doing. She threw him for a loop, telling him Mike was back and was babysitting Anna. He didn't like the fact she teased Mike. More like, Clint didn't like the fact Mike was still important enough to her that she took the effort to tease him.

So now Clint was taking her back. He'd been a good guy about letting her get closure with Mike, but now he was exerting his will over her. He was showing her who she belonged to, who her boyfriend was.

Jen let him. She understood this was important to Clint. She didn't fight back as he practically gagged her on his big cock.

Clint pulled her off his cock and threw her onto the sofa. Like an animal he tore off her clothes. He jerked open her legs. He saw she was soaking wet. He positioned his cock at her pussy. Then he moved lowered, to her little puckered asshole. He considered fucking her ass. That would really prove she was his.

Jen didn't like taking it in the behind. She'd done it only a few times in her life, and had never enjoyed it (except the last time with Scott, but even then she'd only half way enjoyed it). But she felt guilty about thinking so much about Mike. She was with Clint now, he was her boyfriend.

Feeling Clint's cockhead at her asshole, she looked into his eyes and said "You can do anything you want to me."

Her words of submission seemed to ease the emotional tension in the room. Clint smiled and affectionately stroked her pretty face. He moved his cock from her asshole to her pussy. "This is what I want," he said pushing into her. Jen wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed as he made love to her.

Their love making was furious and intense. Jen was extremely passionate, moving her hips in sync with his thrusts, fucking him back. She fondled and caressed his body as much as he did hers, and desperately kissed and tongued him. She had an intense orgasm on Clint's cock, arching her back and digging her toes into the mattress. Clint came moments later, crying out as pleasure ripped through his body, his cock shooting sperm deep into Jen's body.

Afterwards Jen lay in Clint's arm, both of them panting. "That was incredible!" Clint gushed with an amazed laugh.

"It really was!" Jen said with a laugh back. It was easily the best sex they'd ever had together.

They kissed and hugged. As they held each other, Clint said "You were really into it tonight."

"I'm always into it with you Clint," she said rubbing his arm. "I love sex with you."

"You were more passionate tonight," Clint observed.

"Was I?" Jen said. She shrugged. "I don't know. I told you how I ended it with Frankie."

"You haven't told me details," he pointed out.

"I'd rather not, I don't like thinking about it," Jen said with a grimace. "It was ugly. I guess maybe I'm getting my mojo back."

Clint slowly nodded. He was skeptical but decided not to press it.

"That's kinda what I wanted to talk about," Jen said. "The whole open relationship thing. How does it work? Have you been with anyone?"

Clint nodded. "I have a few friends," he said.

"Fuck buddies?" Jen said with a laugh.

"I guess," he said smiling. Like a lawyer he said "They're friends, we share a common attraction."




Life After We Pt. 04



"Okay ..."

"It's just sex though," Clint assured her. "I'm fond of them, but it's not romantic. I can tell you, whenever I'm with one of my friends, I always think about how I'd rather be with you. That's what I like about an open relationship. It reaffirms our feelings and passion for each other."

"Okay ..." Jen said.

"I have to ask you," Clint said. "Why are you bringing this up now? Is it Mike? Do you want to sleep with him?"

"God no," Jen said immediately. She rubbed Clint's arm. "It's over with him." Feeling she owed him an explanation, she said "There are a couple of men I'm interested in."

"Can I ask who?" 

"Well, I guess there's three ... my trainer, Danny. Joey, a guy I met at Starbucks. And Leo, I work with him." Jen laughed nervously. "God I sound like such a slut!"

"You're not a slut Jen," Clint assured her, gently stroking her cheek. "I'm attracted to your sexuality. I'm glad you're attracted to other men, it's healthy."

"God this is the strangest conversation!" she said with a nervous laugh.

"You had strange conversations with Mike right?" Clint said grinning.

"You have no idea!" Jen said laughing.

Clint softly stroked her cheek again. "So this isn't about Mike?"

"No," Jen assured him. She hugged him. "I told you, I'm just getting my mojo back."

The hug turned into a passionate make out session. "I could fuck you all night long," Clint said stroking her body.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Jen asked smiling into his eyes. Clint pulled her close and they made love again.

Afterwards Jen snuggled in his arms. "Are you asleep?" she asked.

"No, do you want to talk?" 

"It's just ... I was wondering if you could tell me about Sarah," she said gently, asking about Clint's first wife. "You know about Mike. I'd just like to know more about her." When he didn't answer Jen said "If you don't want to --."

"I met her right after law school," Clint said. He gave a sad smile. "It was love at first sight. We were inseparable, until ... she died of cancer. It came out of nowhere. One moment she was fine. Three months later, she was gone."

"God Clint I'm so sorry," Jen said feeling terrible for him.

"She was the love of my life, my soul mate," he said with a tight grin, a tear welling up in his eye. "Sorry. She died 5 years ago, I still get emotional about it. I guess I'm still getting over her."

"You don't have to apologize baby," Jen said hugging him. "I'm sorry, I just wanted to know more about her."

"This doesn't affect my feelings for you," Clint said looking into her eyes. "I really like you Jen. I feel a real connection to you."

"I do too honey," Jen said, hugging him tight.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah, I really like you Clint," Jen said telling him the truth.

"Then could you do something for me?" he asked. He reached into his briefcase and pulled out a small box. He opened it. There was a ring inside. "This ring was designed by Jacob Klein. Do you know him?"

"I don't think so," Jen said looking at the ring, awestruck. It was beautiful. 

"Turns out Jacob and Sophia were lovers," Clint said. He chuckled. "At least that's what the jeweler told me. They were contemporaries, competitors, then they fell in love."

"Oh," Jen said surprised. She loved the rings and other jewelry by Sophia Dakati, but she'd never researched the designer.

"Will you wear this ring, instead of Keri's ring?" he asked. "It would mean a lot to me."

"I don't know Clint ..." she said hesitantly. She already agreed to be exclusive with him. She felt if she accepted and wore his ring – this beautiful ring that could easily pass for an engagement ring -- it would ratchet their relationship to a new level.

Clint read her mind. "I'm not asking for a long term commitment," he assured her. "I'm asking for the possibility of a long term commitment, that's all."

"Just the possibility?" Jen asked. After a few moments she said "Okay then." 

She began taking off Keri's ring but Clint stopped her. "Let me," he said. He took off Keri's ring – it was on her right hand at the moment – and put his ring (the Jacob ring) on her left hand. "I'd like it if you always wore it here," Clint said tapping the Jacob ring on her wedding ring finger. He was essentially asking her to wear it like an engagement ring.

"We'll see about that, okay?" Jen said with a nervous laugh. He was being major aggressive with her, but she'd thrown a lot at him tonight about Mike coming back and the babysitting thing. She was his girlfriend, he was reasserting his position in her life, she got that. It was actually kind of flattering. She left the Jacob ring – Clint's ring – on her wedding ring finger for now.

Jen looked at the ring. "It's beautiful," she admired.

"You're beautiful," Clint said looking deep into her face. He took her into his arms and kissed her.

Mike decided to walk back to Steve's house. As he walked he fingered Jen's lingerie in his pocket. He was rock hard, picturing how good Jen looked tonight, remembering how she'd leaned into Clint and caressed his thigh. He wondered if Clint was fucking her right now. How stupid. Of course he was. Mike had felt the sexual tension in the room, they'd been super hot for each other. 

God he was so horny. Beating off wasn't enough. He wanted to feel his cock inside a tight, soft pussy. For a moment he considered going to New York's red light district and finding a prostitute. That's how horny he was.

His cell phone rang. It was Jasmine. "Hi honey, just wanted to let you know I'm home," she said.

"How was London?" Mike asked.

"Good, but long," she said clearly tired.

"Can I come over?" Mike asked.

"Of course honey," Jasmine said sleepily. "I might be asleep when you get here though." 

Jasmine was asleep when Mike arrived. She barely stirred as he pulled the covers off her. She was wearing a filmy negligee. For a girl who wasn't really into sex, she always dressed enticingly. 

Mike kissed and fondled her. "Hi honey," Jasmine said sleepily.

"Hi Jas," Mike breathed, kissing her neck and fondling her breasts. Jasmine's tits were much bigger than Jen's, even Jen's larger ones. But as he thumbed Jasmine's nipples he thought of Jen's tits, how they practically spilled out of her top tonight.

"I'm really tired Mike," Jasmine said trying to roll over.

"I know you are honey," Mike said kissing her neck and breasts. He pulled her panties down and got between her legs. "I'll be quick okay?"

"Condom, okay?" Jasmine said, relenting but always thinking practically.

"Yeah," Mike said disappointed. He'd never been inside Jasmine bare. He thought of how Jen let men inside her bareback, how she let them cum inside her. He knew Jasmine's condom rule was the better approach, but Jen's sluttiness still turned him on.

He got a condom and rolled it on his hard shaft. 

Jasmine was dry. Mike used his spit to lubricate her. Then he entered her. 

Despite his horniness, he lasted a long time. Maybe it was because he'd jerked off earlier that night. Jasmine even responded to Mike's fucking. She came on his cock, her body shuddering as the pleasure ripped through her body. 

Having gotten Jasmine off, Mike allowed himself to think of Jen. He thought of Clint fucking her. Then he thought of Drums fucking her bareback, of sperming her unprotected womb. "Did you cum on his cock when he spermed you Jen?" Mike thought to himself. "Were you wearing my wedding ring when you let him cum inside you?"

Mike lurched into Jasmine and came into the condom.

"So let me get this straight, you're babysitting Jen's baby?" Jasmine asked incredulously the next morning.

"The baby's name is Anna," Mike said. "Jen needs the help and my job doesn't start for a couple months."

"Your job as a high school math teacher," Jasmine said disbelievingly. They'd argued about this repeatedly. "You turned down Code Master for Apple to be a teacher." She shook her head, she would never understand. "And now you're babysitting your ex-wife's baby."

"Her name's Anna," Mike said again.

"I know what her name is Mike!" Jasmine cried. She clenched her eyes shut, forcing herself to calm down. In a lower but still tense voice, she said "You think I don't know what's going on?"

"Nothing's going on Jas, I'm just helping out with Anna," Mike insisted.

"I'm not stupid Mike!" Jasmine said. "Just tell me the truth okay? You owe me that. What are you doing with Jen?"

Mike searched inside himself for the answer. Finally he said "I ... I don't know."

Jasmine looked disappointed, sad and hurt. She said "You should leave."

Mike nodded. He got dressed and moved towards the door. He felt like scum. This girl had done so much for him, and he was treating her like shit. 

Just before leaving he said "I'm sorry Jasmine."

Jasmine didn't look at him. After Mike left she curled into a ball and cried.



Life After We Pt. 05



Jen hurriedly finished dressing. She paid a lot of attention to her hair and makeup, and picking out just the right outfit. 

She was just straightening her stockings and stepping into high heels when the door buzzed. Composing herself, she moved to the door. She checked herself one more time in the mirror next to the door. As she reached for the door knob she saw Clint's ring on her left hand, her wedding ring finger. She moved the ring to her right hand. Then she opened the door.

Mike was standing there. "Hey," she said giving him a friendly smile, the kind she'd give to her neighbor or another casual acquaintance. 

"Hi," Mike said smiling back. He wanted to hug her hello but she made no move to hug him, so he didn't either.

"My My, My My, hi My My," Anna squealed on the floor, crawling to him excitedly.

Mike picked her up. "Hi Anna-Banana," he said giving her a big smile. He gave her a kiss and she giggled like he'd tickled her.

"Would you mind feeding Anna? I'm running late," Jen said moving back into her bedroom.

Mike looked at her ass as she walked away. Her dress clung to her body. It was super short, showing a lot of leg. She wore seamed stockings, a thin black seam running down the back of each slim, shapely leg. God, how was it possible for her to look so perfect at 730 in the morning?

She came out giving her hair one last brush, and then she did her lipstick in the mirror. Mike tried not to stare, but he couldn't resist. Jen brushed on pinkish lipstick, leaving her lips glossy and wet. 

Then she turned to her baby in Mike's arms. "I'll see you tonight Anna," she said hugging her. "I love you." Anna didn't respond to her mother, she was more interested in playing with the buttons on Mike's shirt.

"I'll see you around 6," Jen told Mike.

"You don't have to rush home," Mike said. "Work out if you want."

"Really?" Jen said. "You don't need to see Jasmine?"

"She's traveling," Mike said. "You know, always after the next story." In truth, Mike didn't know what Jasmine was doing, but he didn't want to get into it with Jen. Mike's eyes gazed at Jen's chest. Her dress was tight across her breasts. It was like she was still wearing the same size dresses, even though her breasts were bigger.

He abruptly realized he was staring and jerked his eyes back up to look at Jen's face.

"Maybe I will," Jen said, a barely amused smile on her lips. She went into her bedroom and packed a workout outfit. "Thanks Mike," she said coming out. She gave him a brief hug. She felt him rub her back briefly. It was a friendly gesture, but she knew he did it to find out if she was wearing a bra (she was). He was still the same Mike. She decided not to bust him for it.

"You said the other day, you want to talk and catch up?" she asked, keeping her voice casual and nonchalant (like she didn't care either way). "I'll bring home a bottle of wine."

Mike's eyes were drawn to the ring on Jen's right hand. He hadn't seen it before.

"How does that sound?" Jen asked.

"Yeah, definitely," Mike said looking back up at her. 

For the next 4 hours Mike devoted himself to Anna. He feed her breakfast, then took her for a long walk in the stroller. Back in the loft apartment, he played toys with her and read her books. He fed her lunch. Then he put her down for a nap. 

Closing the nursery door, Mike sat down on the sofa. He'd avoided thinking about Jen while taking care of Anna, but now he couldn't resist. God she looked so good. How was it possible, that she was more beautiful and sexier than ever?

He locked the door and put the chain up. He didn't want to get caught if Jen returned home unexpectantly. He went into her bedroom. He looked at the bed, at the sheets. Had she washed them since fucking Clint that weekend? Were they soiled with his cum? He sat down and ran his hand over the sheets. He didn't feel any dried cum or other love juices. "God I'm obsessed," he silently derided himself.

He went to Jen's hamper and opened it. There were more clothes there than when he last looked, Jen hadn't done laundry that weekend. That was so like Jen, she did laundry only when she absolutely had to. In fact, when they were together he often did the laundry.

Mike dug into the pile of clothes. He found the off-the-shoulder blouse she'd worn on her date with Clint. He brought it to his nose and took a deep breath. The blouse smelled like her. Strawberry and vanilla of her shampoo, a little baby powder, her perfume. 

He smelled something else too. A man's cologne. Clint. He was her boyfriend, he fucked her all the time, he spermed her all the time. 

He put the blouse back into the hamper, arranging it back the way he found it. He went into the bathroom and took out his cock, pointing it at the water in the bowl. He was rock hard. He closed his eyes and stroked himself. He thought of Jen, her legs open wide inviting Clint into her. He thought of the black seams running up the back of her legs. He thought of Jen letting Drums fuck her bare and cum inside her. He thought of Jen flirting with Leo and then fucking him, cheating on Clint. Within moments Mike came, shooting his jizz into the toilet.

Mike gasped as he caught his breath. He put his cock away and flushed the toilet. He knew this wasn't healthy, his obsession with his ex-wife. He resolved to reach closure with Jen – whatever that meant – and then get out of her life. Get her out of his head. Maybe their talk tonight would start the process. 

"Why are you so dressed up?" Allie asked when Jen got to work.

"I'm not dressed up," Jen said playing innocent.

"You are," Allie said. She was a girl, she knew how much effort it took to look fabulous. She studied Jen. The softly curled hair, the perfect makeup, the extra short skirt, the seamed stockings, the designer high heels. "The way you're dressed, like before ..."

"Before what?" Jen said, an edge in her voice.

"Forget it," Allie said.

"Before what?" Jen snapped.

"Nothing Jen, forget I said anything," Allie said. 

Jen scowled at Allie. "I didn't dress for Mike, if that's what you're thinking."

"I'm not thinking that," Allie said with a laugh. Although that was exactly what she was thinking. Jen was dressed to impress the way she used to before Mike got arrested. "How is bubble boy? Did you see him this weekend?"

"Don't call him that, okay?" Jen scoffed. "No, I spent the weekend with Clint. Remember, my boyfriend?"

"Okay Jen, I'm sorry," Allie said putting her hands out in surrender. She hugged her friend. "I think you look great, okay?"

After work Jen went to the gym. She did an advanced yoga class. Then she worked on her core with table tops and planks. Afterwards she worked on her behind with lunges. 

"Hey Jen, great workout," Danny said, eyeing Jen up and down. "You ever gonna use those training sessions I comped you?"

"I want to," Jen said. She shrugged. "Life's busy." She felt awkward taking to Danny, after all he was on her "open relationship" list she'd told to Clint.

"I get it, no worries," Danny said amicably. "Hey, how about a drink?"

"Um, well --."

"I get you have a kid," Danny said. "We can go to your place."

Jen smiled at his forwardness. Danny had a heavy Brooklyn accent. Normally she didn't like that, but he was really cute and had the best ass. "Maybe some other time, I'm meeting a friend tonight," she said.

Jen went into the locker room. Her sports top and leggings were sweaty from her workout. Normally she just went home in her workout clothes. But should she shower and put back on her clothes from earlier? No, that's silly, she finally decided. She did, however, brush her hair and fix her makeup.

As Jen taxied home, she thought about her upcoming talk with Mike. He'd said he wanted to "catch up." What did that mean? Did he want to talk about what happened to him in jail? Or what she did with Frankie during that time? Or did he want to talk about Anna's birth, or her first year? Did he want to talk about Joe's last days? Was it possible he knew about her and Joe and wanted to talk about that? She frowned. Mike was so mysterious. 

Jen hugged and kissed Anna when she got home. As Mike watched, she played with her baby, then feed her and put her down.

"Oh shit I forgot the wine," Jen said. She'd been so distracted in the taxi she completely forgot.

"That's okay, I thought we could go out," Mike said. "Mrs. Price said she could look after Anna."

"Oh," Jen said. Of course Mike knew her neighbor Mrs. Price, she'd been his neighbor too. "Okay, I'll just jump in the shower."

Jen came out 20 minutes later wearing a tailored blouse and skinny jeans. Her wet hair was in a high pony tail. She put on a little makeup and lipstick that made her lips look glossy and wet. Flats would have been more appropriate with the outfit, but she decided to wear high heels. She also decided to wear pantyhose under the jeans.

By unspoken agreement, they went to a bar they'd never been to before. They didn't want to deal with running into people they knew and then have to explain why they were together.

Jen got an appletini and Mike a scotch. "You wanted to catch up?" Jen asked hesitantly.

"Yeah," he said. "Mostly I wanted to hang out." He offered his glass and she clinked it. "It's good seeing you Jen. I really missed you."

Jen shyly looked down. "I've missed you too."

"Is that a new ring?" Mike said smiling and motioning to the new Jacob ring on her right hand. He did his best to ask the question casually.

Jen nodded. "Clint gave it to me."

Mike kept the smile plastered on his face. "He seems like a nice guy."

"He's a very nice man," Jen said.

Mike nodded, the fake smile still on his face. He noticed how she referred to Clint as a "man." "So you guys are serious?" he asked.

"He's my boyfriend," Jen said by way of answer. "What about you? Do people really call you two JasMike?"

"No," Mike said with a laugh. "That's more a media thing."

"Oh, a media thing," Jen said repeating his words, giving him a playful "aren't you special" grin. "I guess the press is around you a lot, you're like a celebrity now." She looked around, ducking low and pretending to be concerned. "We better watch out for paparazzi. Jasmine would be pissed if there was a picture of you with your ex-wife in the New York Times." Jen said it as a joke but there was an edge in her voice.

Her sarcasm stung, especially remembering the picture the New York Times had published of him and Jasmine. "I'm not a celebrity Jen," he said.

Jen was about to reply when a guy walked up. "Hi, can I buy you a drink?" the man said.

"I've got one thanks," Jen said holding up her still half full appletini. She smiled at him though and said "I like your ring." The man was wearing a Penn State ring. 

"Did you go to Penn State?" the man asked smiling at Jen.

"Yep," Jen said. She eyed the man. He was really good looking, and built like a linebacker. "Did you play football?"

The man nodded, smiling proudly. "3 year starter at safety."

"Wow, how cool!" Jen gushed. "Did you play with Colin?"

"Mr. All-American quarterback?" the man said with a laugh. "I wish! With him we might have gone to the national championship. No, he was after my time. I've met him a few times. You know, alumni events."

"Oh okay," Jen said. "I used to go with him."

"Seriously?" the man said surprised. He gave Jen a long look. "Wait, I know you. Jenny Johnson right? I think we met before. I'm Josh."

"Oh yeah, I think I remember you now," she said smiling at him. She got off the stool and gave Josh a hello hug. Mike noticed how Josh held Jen for a few seconds too long.

"Wow, small world," Josh said grinning at Jen. "Are you still with Colin?"

"No that ended a long time ago," Jen said.

"Oh okay," Josh said. He noticed Jen wasn't wearing a wedding ring. He motioned to the pool tables behind him. "Want to play a game of pool?"

"Um thanks but ..." Jen looked at Mike. Up to that point Mike had been completely out of the conversation. In fact, Josh had wedged in between, mostly blocking her view of Mike.

"This is Mike," Jen said. "He went to Penn State too."

"Oh, hey bro, cool," Josh said, shaking Mike's hand. He realized Jen was with Mike, which surprised him. A super hottie like Jen Johnson with this ordinary looking guy. "I'll see you around Jen. I'm here most Saturdays watching the games if you want to hang out."

"Great, maybe we'll play pool sometime," Jen said giving him a friendly smile.

"Yeah, definitely," Josh said eagerly smiling back. They hugged again, and then Josh returned to his friends back at the pool tables.

Jen watched Josh walk away. He had really broad shoulders. Clearly he kept in shape. And a nice ass too, he really fit his jeans. 

Then Jen looked back at Mike, as if remembering he was there. An awkward silence passed as they both sipped their drinks. 

"Have you seen Drums?" Mike asked finally breaking the silence.

Jen shook her head. "That ended," she said simply.

Mike processed her reply. If it ended, then that meant there had been something to end. "So, what was going on between you two?"

"Does it really matter now?" 

"Probably not," Mike said. "I'd just like to know. Kinda like, closure, you know?"

"It was a mistake, okay?" Jen said tersely. She didn't like talking about Frankie. "A huge fuck up."

"It wasn't a complete mistake," Mike said with a sincere smile. "It gave you Anna. She's worth anything, right?"

"Yeah," Jen said softly, smiling back at Mike. 

More moments of silence passed, then Mike said "For what it's worth, I don't blame you, for getting together with Drums. I get it. You were going through a lot of shit. You'd been with him. It all makes sense to me, I get why you got together with him." He gave Jen a moment to process all this. Then he took her hands. Looking into her eyes he said "I know how you tried to help me. Sam told me he wouldn't let you. I understand how hard that must've been. I know you would've helped me if you could."

Jen was silent for long moments. It looked like she was trying to keep from crying. "Thank you for saying that," she said in a soft voice, looking down at her feet.

"I'm sorry, what part?" Mike asked. "About getting back with Drums, or helping me?"

"Both," she said. She got up and gave Mike a hug. She pressed her face into his shoulder. "I'm sorry, about everything."

They hugged for long moments. Then they parted, Jen sitting back on the stool and wiping away tears. "I think I'm ready for another drink," she said with a laugh.

"Me too," Mike said laughing back. They ordered another round and clinked glasses. "It's really good to see you Jen," Mike said smiling at her.

"It's good seeing you too Mike," she said smiling back at him. She hugged him again.

It was like they're gotten passed a hurdle. There were a lot of things still unresolved, things that needed to be said, questions that needed to be answered. But at least now they could be friends.

"Can I ask you something?" Mike said. "It's none of my business."

"Go ahead," Jen said with a laugh.

"The other night with Leo," Mike said. Having started, he couldn't figure out how to finish the question. He stammered "I mean, you're going with Clint right?"

"Are you asking if I cheated on Clint?" Jen said with another laugh. She explained "We have an open relationship."

"Oh," Mike said surprised.

"I know, right?" Jen said smiling. "First you, now Clint. I pick all the pervs." She squeezed Mike's hand to show she was joking.

"I think we should drink to that," Mike joked back.

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. They clinked glasses and they both finished their drinks. 

"One more round?" Mike asked.

"Okay, but that's it, I have to work tomorrow,' Jen said. She was already slurring her words. She hadn't drunk this much in a long time, she was definitely feeling it.

The bartender served their drinks. "So what should we toast to?" Jen asked, the alcohol making her silly.

Mike glanced down at the nylon encasing her feet. "How about, pretty girls who wear pantyhose under jeans?"

"Oh god, you're still the same pervert," Jen laughed, playfully punching him in the arm. They clinked glasses and both drained half their new drinks. Half-drunk now, she eyed Mike mischievously and asked "So does Jasmine play your kinky games?"

"No Jasmine's pretty conventional," Mike said with a laugh.

"Okay, describe your sex life with Jasmine in one word," Jen said slurring her words. She was definitely getting drunk.

"Probably ... boobs," Mike said smiling.

"You shit, I always knew you lusted after her big tits," Jen said giving him another playful hit in the arm. But there was an edge in her voice. She'd always been insecure about her small breasts.

"So your turn, one word to describe your sex with Clint," Mike said grinning.

Jen was still smarting from the boobs comment, and her insecurities were magnified by the alcohol. With a sudden impulse to dick with Mike, she leaned close to him. She pressed her tits against his chest and whispered huskily into his ear "Is one word enough Mike? I bet you'd love to hear all about how Clint fucks me."

Mike's smile disappeared. Jen regretted her taunt and was about to apologize when Josh walked up. "Hey Jenny, some buddies just got here, they played with Colin. Wanna come say hi?"

Jen was about to tell him no. She and Mike still had things to talk about, and she really had no interest in hanging with old Penn State football players. But then she looked at Mike's face. She recognized the look on his face, she'd seen it many times. He was turned on! 

"Go ahead, don't worry about me," Mike told her. Jen didn't hear any hurt or anger in his voice. Instead, she heard eagerness, excitement.

"Give me a sec Josh," Jen said.

"Sure, no worries," Josh told her, clearly happy she was coming over to hang out. "See you around bro," he said giving Mike a fist bump. It was clear Mike hadn't been included in the invitation, despite also having gone to Penn State.

"I'll just be a minute," Jen said to Mike.

"Take your time," Mike said. He smiled and added "I know how you get when you start talking football."

"That's true," Jen said with a laugh. She pulled out the hair tie and shook out her hair. Then she brushed her long blond with a brush from her purse. She put the brush back in her purse and took out a compact and lipstick. "Can you hold this?" she asked handing him her purse. 

Mike held her purse in his lap. He watched as she used the little mirror in the compact to put on a little makeup and apply lipstick. He didn't even try to hide his interest as she prettied herself up to talk (and probably flirt) with the Penn State football players.

"Okay, so I guess I'm going," she said as she tossed the compact and lipstick back into her purse. She got up off the stool. "What are you going to do?"

"I guess I'll watch the game for a while," Mike said motioning to the big TV behind the bar. The World Series was on.

"Who are you rooting for?" Jen asked looking at the TV.

"I guess I should say the Giants since I was just there," Mike said. "But I want the Royals to win."

"That's cool, you're a New York sports fan anyway right?" she said giving him a smile and a playful bump of her hip. "Can you do me a favor? Can you hold this until I get back?" She handed him her purse again. This way she didn't have to carry it around in the crowded bar. Also, more importantly, this way Mike would have to stay until she got back.

Jen made her way through the crowded bar. Men checked her out as she passed, looking her up and down. A few tried to strike up conversations with her. She politely smiled and kept walking towards the pool area.

Mike watched as Jen talked to Josh and his buddies. There was a lot of laughing and joking around. It looked like Jen knew some of the guys, at least casually. The scene reminded Mike of that first time he went with Jen to a Penn State football game. She'd been a social butterfly, laughing and talking with a lot of guys, even though she was his date. That was how she was today, bopping around and flirting with the guys as they played pool. 




Life After We Pt. 05



Mostly though Jen hung out with Josh. He was older than Jen (and Mike) by a few years, but they seemed to be hitting it off. 

Mike watched as Jen and Josh played pool. Jen was horrible at it, practically launching the ball from one table to the next. Jen could dance like an elegant ballerina, she was athletic and loved biking and swimming, she was Supergirl in the gym, but in any game involving a ball she was a total klutz. But she was always adorably cute about it, laughing at herself and paying undivided attention as people (usually guys of course) tried to help her play better.

It was like the night before with Leo, watching Jen with Josh. It was like he was the center of her world. She laughed at all his jokes, hung on his every word, touched his arm as he talked. Mike had seen it many times before, how Jen reacted with she was into a guy.

Josh helped Jen line up a shot, behind her as she leaned over the pool table. His hands were on her waist, then he leaned over with her, showing her how to hold the cue. As he did that his crotch pressed against her ass. Was he hard? Did Jen feel his erection pressing up against her ass? 

Despite Josh's help Jen still messed up the shot, not coming close to getting the ball in the pocket. They both laughed, and when Jen turned around she was in his arms, facing him. Their laughs turned into excited smiles, and their smiles turned into looks of anticipation. 

Mike had a clear view of Jen's pretty face. She had her cum face on. She wanted Josh.

Mike expected them to kiss, standing so close together. But instead Josh whispered into Jen's ear. She smiled and nodded, and whispered back. A few minutes later Jen broke away from Josh and walked towards Mike.

"Hey, who's winning?" Jen asked Mike. Her cheeks were still flushed, she definitely had her cum face on.

"The Royals are up by 1," Mike said.

"Oh good, I bet you're happy," Jen said. "Beer?" she asked seeing the icy bottle in front of Mike.

"I don't want to drink too much," Mike said explaining why he didn't go for another scotch.

"Good advice," Jen said with a laugh. Mike had seen her drinking another appletini, although the pool playing (and flirting) had sobered her some. Jen took Mike's beer and sipped it.

"Can you do me another favor?" Jen asked. With one hand she held the beer. With the other she played with the buttons of Mike's shirt, the way Anna had done earlier. "I might be here a while and don't want to keep Mrs. Price too late. Can you go and stay with Anna?"

"Sure," Mike said. 

"I might be late," Jen said giving Mike an apologetic smile. "If you want you can sleep in the den. I made that into a bedroom."

Mike nodded. He'd noticed. "I might hit the sack after checking on Anna," he said.

"Absolutely, do that," Jen said. "Just bring Anna's baby monitor with you okay?"

"Of course I'll do that Jen," Mike said.

"Sorry, anal mom," she said giving him a weak smile. She seemed in a rush to get back to Josh and his friends. "Good night then, if I don't see you." She took another sip of the beer and handed it back to him. It was half gone. "This is good, what is it?"

"Anchor Steam, they make it in San Francisco."

"Cool," Jen said, clearly in a hurry to get back to Josh. She gave Mike a hug. She held him tighter and longer than he expected. "Thanks a lot Mike. I liked talking to you tonight."

"Me too," Mike said. As he hugged Jen, he tried not to press his crotch against her. He didn't want her to know he was hard from watching her flirt with Josh.

Jen walked back to Josh and bumped her hip against his. "Hey cowboy," she said smiling into his eyes.

"Hey babe," Josh said smiling back. He was playing pool with a couple friends. "I've gotten 50 bucks riding on this game, give me a minute okay?" 

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. She sat on a stool and watched the game. But she wasn't paying attention, her thoughts were elsewhere.

Mike had watched her flirt with Josh! He watched the whole time, Jen had noticed. It'd gotten him hot, she'd felt his erection when she hugged him!

And now Mike was sleeping over at the loft apartment.

Jen was so horny! She knew her panties were soaking! Josh was cute, definitely hunky. And, through all their subtle touching while playing pool, she knew he was big.

She definitely wanted him! She hadn't felt this slutty since ... well, since the other day with Leo. And she had the green light from Clint.

Would Mike watch if she took Josh home? Would he watch Josh fuck her? 

Of course he would. This was Mike. She shivered at the thought.

"Hey babe, we're doing double or nothing, want another one?" Josh yelled over to Jen.

"Um, yeah," Jen said. "Can I have an Anchor Steam?"

Thirty minutes later Jen walked into the loft apartment with Josh. "Quiet okay?" Jen whispered. "I don't want to wake up my baby."

"You have a baby?" Josh said surprised. With that tight body?

"Yeah," she said. She rubbed his chest. "I'll just go check on her."

Jen went into the nursery. Anna was sleeping soundly. She kissed the baby and went back to Josh. She noticed the door to the den was cracked open. It was cracked open!

"Hi," Jen said melting into Josh.

"Hi," Josh said putting his strong arms around her. They kissed. Soon they were seriously making out. 

They fell onto the sofa. Josh's hand went to Jen's breast, cupping and fondling her. Jen moaned as Josh kissed up her neck.

In the den, Mike watched from the slightly opened door. He had a perfect view as Josh kissed Jen and unbuttoned her blouse.

Jen slid to the floor, getting on her knees between Josh's open legs. She ran her hands up and down his erection, smiling excitedly at him. Jen unbuckled his pants and pulled down his zipper. She gave him an impressed smile as she pulled out his cock. She lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

Mike couldn't resist anymore, he took out his dick and began stroking himself. He paced his strokes to match the bobbing of Jen's head on Josh's cock. 

Jen climbed on top of Josh, straddling his legs. He cupped her bra covered tits. Jen reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Josh reached inside the bra, cupping her naked tits. Jen moaned and rolled her head back as he rubbed her hard nipples.

He pulled her to him and they kissed, tonguing each other. "Let's go to your bed," Josh said. 

"No, fuck me here," Jen said between kisses.

Josh rolled Jen onto her back on the sofa. He pulled off her jeans and pantyhose, leaving on only her lacy thong. He opened her legs. "Condom?" he asked.

"I'm on the pill," Jen moaned, pulling at his arms. She desperately wanted him inside her!

Josh grinned and moved her thong to the side. Then he rubbed his cock up and down her slit. "Fuck you're wet," he said.

"Come on!" Jen whined. She grabbed his shoulders and pulled him towards her.

"Fuck you're a horny bitch," Josh said with a laugh. He used his hand to guide his cock to her hole. He dug his feet into the sofa and then pushed in.

The back of the sofa blocked Mike's view. With Jen on her back and Josh on top of her, he could only see Josh's head and upper chest, and Jen's shapely calves and feet. He knew when Josh entered her though when he heard her moan.

Josh began moving back and forth, slowly at first but then faster. Jen moaned with each thrust. Josh leaned down to kiss her, so now all Mike could see where Jen's legs. He watched as her legs jerked forward with each pump of his cock. He knew when Jen came, both from hearing her soulful moan, and also from watching the curl of her pretty toes.

Josh fucked her hard and fast. Mike could tell he was getting close. Jen was getting close to another orgasm too. "Fuck I'm cumming!" Josh growled. "Where do you want it?"

"Cum inside me!" Jen cried, her calves tensed and her toes curling again. Josh made a series of powerful thrusts, each time the sofa sliding a few inches across the hardwood floors. Then he pushed deep inside her one last time and stayed there. His body spasmed as he came and ejaculated into Jen. Jen clawed at his powerful shoulders as the feel of his money shot pushed her over the edge into another orgasm.

Mike was breathing hard. He realized he'd cum over his hand, shooting his spunk against the door and carpet. He silently closed the door shut. Then he got a towel and did his best to wipe it up.

Josh snuggled Jen on the sofa, kissing her. "Can I stay over?" he asked kissing her.

"You better not," Jen said kissing him back. "I don't like my baby seeing men sleeping over."

"I get it," Josh said, but made no move to get up.

"You better get going, it's late and I've got to work tomorrow," Jen said. She kissed him again to soften the dismissal. Josh looked disappointed, but he got dressed.

"Can I call you?" he asked.

"Definitely," Jen said smiling at him. She took his cell and called herself. He smiled and kissed her again – she kissed him back – and then he left.

Jen went into her bedroom. She stretched out on her bed, grinning up into the darkness. That had been SO – FUCKING – GOOD! She let a guy pick her up – practically a stranger. She took him back to her apartment, and then fucked him. 

God she felt so slutty! But she felt so alive, so happy! She definitely had her mojo back!

Grinning wickedly, she wondered if Mike had watched her get fucked. Of course he watched! The thought made her body tingle. God she was still horny, she should have let Josh stay to fuck again! She couldn't remember when she'd been so insatiable! She loved that feeling, she'd really missed it!

The next morning Jen slowly woke up. The sun was shining brightly, it was a beautiful day. Jen stretched out like a cat, still basking in the memory of last night. She felt good! She felt like herself again! Okay, she'd been a slut. So what?! She and Josh were adults, it was all consensual. She had Clint's permission, it wasn't cheating. Josh had been good, the sex had been great! It'd been fun. On top of that, she felt completed rested after a full night's sleep. 

Wait ... a full night's sleep?

Jen's head jerked to the clock. Fuck, it was 11am! 

Anna!

Jen bolted out of the bedroom towards the nursery. She abruptly stopped after only taking a step. Mike was sitting on the floor, playing with Anna. "Hi mama," Anna said, then returned to her toys happily playing with Mike.

Jen realized she was nude. She wore only the thong from last night. Mike was staring at her. "Be right back," Jen said ducking back into her bedroom.

Jen leaned back against the door, feeling relieved. She felt something else too. Mike had looked at her almost naked body with lust and desire on his face. Jen felt her pussy tingle.

"Get control of yourself," she silently chastised herself. She put on a long fluffy cotton robe. She was about to go back out when she decided to brush her hair. She looked at the markup on her dressing table. "Fuck it," she thought. She picked up a lipstick and brushed on lip gloss.

"Hey," Jen said to Mike a moment later. "I'm sorry I overslept."

"No worries, you work, I don't," Mike said. "Anna's all fed. We're having fun playing ABC blocks, right Anna-banana?"

Anna giggled. She looked at Mike adoringly and said "My My."

Mike smiled at the 1 ½ year old. "I think she's learning her ABCs."

"She's kind of young for that," Jen said with a laugh.

"No, look, she's putting them in order," Mike said pointing to the blocks on the floor.

Jen looked at the blocks. They were sorta in order. A-B-C then E-F. But that could've been random. She couldn't help smiling though. Mike seemed so into teaching Anna her ABCs.

"Sorry for bailing on you last night," she said.

"You don't have to apologize, that's what friends are for right?" Mike said smiling at her.

"Yeah," Jen said smiling back. She affectionately bumped her shoulder against his.

"Did you have fun last night with Josh?" he asked.

"Um, yeah it was fun," Jen said hesitantly. 

"It's okay Jen, we used to be married, you don't have to tippy-toe around it," Mike said with a laugh.

"Okay, then, I had a freaking amazing time," Jen said with a laugh back. She joined in playing with Anna for a while. Then she got up. "I better get ready for work."

Inside her bedroom, Jen let the robe drop to the floor. She peeled off the thong. She slept with it up between her ass cheeks, it was caked with Josh's dried cum. Jen tossed it on the floor and looked at herself in the full length mirror, turning this way and that to see her whole body.

She appraised her body, knowing Mike had gotten a good look at her just a moment ago. He'd seen her larger (yet still perky) breasts, her firm tummy, her curvier ass and hips, her long toned legs. She wondered if he got hard looking at her.

She looked at her pussy. The lips were still a little swollen from the hard fucking Josh had given her last night. She kept herself completely bare. For most of her relationship with Mike, she kept a thin trimmed landing strip there. Their inside joke was, this way Mike knew she was a natural blonde. Scott had shaved it off that time in Vegas (when he'd videoed fucking her and Allie), and since then she'd mostly kept herself bare. She felt herself. There was a little stubble. She'd need to shave if she wanted to keep herself completely bare.

She got into the shower. As the hot water rained down on her, she thought of last night. She imagined Mike watching as Josh kissed and fondled her, as he got between her legs and penetrated her with his big cock. She closed her eyes and began playing with herself.

In her fantasy, Mike was next to her as Josh fucked her. "Touch me Mike," she said as Josh slid in and out of her pussy.

Mike cupped and fondled her breasts. "Feels good," she said as he rubbed her nipples. "Do you like them?"

"Your breasts are more beautiful than Jasmine's," he said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, way better," he said in a husky voice. Mike looked at Josh, then back at Jen. He asked her "Is he fucking you good?" 

"Soooo good," Jen said, her heavy bedroom eyes looking at Mike. "He's fucking me so good. He's already made me cum." She reached into Mike's pants and pulled his cock out. She stroked him as Josh continued to pound her. "He's so much bigger than you baby."

Josh looked at Mike's cock. He smiled at the comparison, he was twice the man Mike was. He fucked Jen harder, knowing he was close to cumming again on his cock. "Who does your pussy belong to Jenny?"

Jen looked at Josh and said "Right now my pussy belongs to you."

"God you're such a slut," Mike groaned, close to cumming as Jen stroked him.

"Do you like that?" Jen taunted him.

"Oh god yeah!" Mike groaned as he came over Jen's hand.

Back in the shower, Jen came. Her orgasm was so powerful she collapsed onto the shower floor. She hugged her legs to her chest as the water rained down on her. "I'm going freaking crazy," she thought to herself.

She got out of the shower and dressed. Just before leaving she saw her soiled panties on the floor. She thought about starting a load of wash, her hamper was almost full. But no. Maybe tomorrow. Opening the hamper, she put the cum stained panties on the top.

Mike fed Anna lunch and put her down for a nap. Anna's schedule was regular now, she'd sleep for about 2 hours.

Mike put the chain up on the front door (in case Jen came home early). Then he went into her bedroom. Her jeans and blouse from last night were on the floor. Her bra and pantyhose were there too.

Mike opened the hamper and saw what he was looking for. Her panties. He picked them up. They were red and lacy, barely a wisp of material. And they were stained with cum!

Mike brought the panties to his nose. There was no doubt the stains were sperm. 

He studied the panties. The thin strip of material connecting the front to the back was still moist. There were dried cum stains on the lacy front material. Clearly, Jen had slept in the panties. The cum stains on the front had dried. But Josh's cum had leaked from her pussy all night, keeping the connecting strip of material moist.

Mike took the soiled panties back to the den. He got on the bed and took out his cock. He closed his eyes as he began stroking himself, replaying the scene from last night of Josh fucking Jen. He didn't last long, cumming into the lacy panties. He put his cock away and then went back into Jen's bedroom. He put the soiled panties back in the hamper. By the time Jen got home all the cum (both Josh's and his) would be dried and caked on the lacy material, they'd be no evidence of what he did.

Mike thought of how Jen let her lovers cum inside her. She was so different from Jasmine and Tara (and probably most girls) who insisted their lovers wear condoms even despite being on the pill. Jen liked skin-to-skin, she liked how it felt for a man to cum inside her. 

A lot of people might think that made Jen a slut. Mike had mixed feelings about it. On the one hand he liked it. Jen's sluttiness turned him on. On the other though, he'd rather she used condoms with lovers. It was a safety issue, a pregnancy issue, an intimacy issue. But he didn't have a say now. He guessed it was Clint's problem now.

Impulsively Mike looked in Jen's lingerie draw. He knew she kept her birth control pills there. Mike frowned at the thin round container. According to the numbers on the container, Jen forgot to take the pill that morning. She had to be more careful -- hadn't she learned that after Anna? Mike put the container on top of the dresser (rather than inside the drawer), where she couldn't miss it. 

He was about to leave Jen's room when, again impulsively, he looked in the side cabinet where she kept condoms. There was a half full box there with 5 condoms (all Magnum XL size of course). He wondered if Jen carried condoms in her purse.

"Everyone's going out for happy hour tonight, how about it?" Scott told Jen later that week on Friday. He didn't expect Jen would go, he couldn't remember the last time she went to happy hour. But who knew, she'd been in a better mood lately.

"Tonight huh?" Jen said, thinking. It would be fun to go out and hang with everyone. She'd been a hermit for the longest time, but she felt like she was coming out of her shell, becoming herself again. She thought of how she used to go to happy hour with Mike. "Okay, let me see if I can get a babysitter."

"Cool," Scott said with a surprised smile. He spread the word that Jen was going to happy hour. A lot of people were already going, but when it got around about Jen almost everyone decided to go. Some people (like Scott and Leo) hoped to get into her pants. Most people though just wanted to hang with Jen in a social setting, who they affectionately called the "boss lady."

"Hey Mags," Jen said to Maggie later that day. "Are you going to happy hour?"

Maggie grimaced. "Scott picked a bar where they card at the door," the 19 year old said disappointed. "My fake ID got confiscated last week at a bar."

"Oh, sorry," Jen said. "Don't worry, age solves that problem," she added with a giggle. "Can you do me a favor? Can you babysit Anna tonight?"

"Seriously? You want me to?" Maggie said hopefully.

"Yeah Maggie," Jen said. "Anna really likes you, you do a good job. It's just ..."

"I know," Maggie said shamefaced, still embarrassed over what happened with Frankie. She hugged Jen. "I really appreciate what you've done for me Jen. You're like, my hero."

Jen smiled at Maggie and hugged her back. Back in her office, Jen called Mike. "Hey you, feel like happy hour tonight?" she asked him. 

"Oh ah, I don't know," Mike said. "What about Anna?"

"I got a babysitter," Jen said. "You should go, a lot of people want to say hi."

"Okay," Mike agreed. He joked "No karaoke right?"

"Right," Jen said with a laugh.

Mike arrived about 30 minutes late to the happy hour. He chatted to a lot of people, in fact many sought him out to say hi. People knew him either as Jen's ex-husband or the architect of the Ring. 




Life After We Pt. 05



Mike kept one eye on Jen. She was bopping around, laughing and talking with everyone. She hadn't changed at all, she was still the bubbly social butterfly he'd always known. She looked happy, and he was glad for that. 

As was his nature as a loner, Mike wandered off from the group. He thought about leaving but he wasn't ready for that yet. Sometimes he wanted to be AROUND people, even though he didn't want to be WITH people, if that made sense.

The bar was big. He found an area with TVs playing the World Series. He ordered a scotch and settled in to watch a while.

Sometime later he heard a voice behind him. "I thought I'd find you here," the voice said. He turned and saw Jen's pretty, smiling face. She sat down next to him. "Is that your Highland Park scotch?"

"Yeah."

She took his glass and took a sip. It was strong, but smooth. She liked it.

"You drink scotch now?" Mike asked surprised.

"Sometimes," she said. She took another sip and handed it back to him. She asked "Are you seeing Jasmine this weekend?" 

Mike shrugged. "Honestly I'm not sure where I am with Jasmine."

"Oh why?" 

"She wants me to be someone I'm not."

"Sorry," Jen said. They were silent as they watched the game.

"Happy hour's over?" Mike asked breaking the silence.

"Not quite," Jen said. "People are figuring out where to go for dinner." After a moment Jen asked "How do you feel about Jasmine?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said with an uncertain laugh. "Are you seeing Clint this weekend?"

"In a little while actually," Jen said. "He just flew in. He's meeting us for dinner."

Mike nodded. He noticed Jen hadn't invited him to dinner, but then why should she? She was with Clint now. She wanted to be with Clint when she was out to dinner with her work friends.

"So I want to thank you for all your help with Anna," Jen said. "It's nice having you around. Things ended so ... I mean ... there were a lot unresolved things. I feel like --."

"Closure," Mike said giving Jen a melancholy smile. 

"Yeah," Jen said, her smile melancholy too. "It's a good thing, right?" 

"Yeah, definitely," Mike said giving her a more cheerful smile.

They heard a lot of enthusiastic hellos and excitement from the happy hour crowd. "That must be Clint," Jen said with a laugh. "He really plays up the Clint Eastwood thing."

"It's amazing how much he looks like Clint Eastwood," Mike said.

"I know right?" Jen said with another laugh. "You want to say hi?"

"I think I'll make a graceful exit," Mike said forcing a grin.

"Okay," Jen said with an understanding smile. "I'll see you Monday morning?"

"Absolutely," Mike said. They hugged briefly then parted.

Jen had fun at dinner. A lot of fun! It felt great to be out with her work friends again. Clint was outgoing, upbeat and fun. He was great company, he even laughed at himself when people told stupid lawyer jokes. Everyone always had fun around him, including Jen.

Clint and Jen's sex later that night was extremely intense and passionate, like the last time. Their sex life was really improving, and Jen was enjoying sex (and Clint!) more and more. She purposely avoided thinking about Mike fantasies while they made love. Yet, she still came twice with Clint! She felt so happy about that, she definitely was feeling like herself again!

"God that was incredible, you're gonna kill me!" Clint gushed as they lay next to each other in bed, panting from their incredible sex and orgasms.

"I'm not done with you yet mister," Jen teased, running her hand over his well-defined chest and arms.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" Clint said with a smile, repeating her joke.

Jen smiled and kissed him.

"You seem more relaxed," Clint said. "Happier."

"I think I am," Jen said nodding. "Mike and I have so much baggage. It's good having him around, talking through things. I'm not proud of things I did. Talking with Mike, I can live with it better, y'know?"

"Yeah, I understand," Clint said. "Will you tell me the things you're not proud of?"

"I'd rather not," Jen said with an embarrassed laugh. "I'd like to make a new start, concentrate on getting better."

"A new start with me?" Clint asked hopefully.

"You're the one in my bed Mr. Spaghetti cowboy," Jen teased. They kissed again.

"Thanks for being so understanding about Mike," Jen said a little later. She looked into his eyes and said "You're an amazing man."

"I just want you to be happy," Clint said pulling her into his arms.

"I am happy Clint, happier than I've been in a long time," she told him. They kissed and snuggled.

After leaving the happy hour, Mike called Jasmine. "How are you?" he asked.

"I'm okay," Jasmine said sounding sad. Then she admitted "I miss you."

"Can I come over?" Mike asked.

Jasmine paused, then said "Yeah, okay." Thirty minutes later he was in Jasmine's bed, fucking her.

Afterwards Jasmine said "You were barely there."

"What?" Mike asked not understanding.

"You were fucking me, but thinking about Jen, right?" Jasmine said accusingly. "Right?"

"I'm just helping with Anna," Mike insisted.

"Don't bullshit me!" Jasmine cried. Tears welled up in her eyes.

Mike felt terrible. He was acting like an ass, a player like Colin, Scott and Drums. "There's something about Jen," he admitted. "She gets inside my head."

"Then why do you keep seeing her?!" Jasmine cried. 

"I don't know," Mike said. "We ended badly. I need to work things out with her, to get on with my life."

"God," Jasmine said, putting her hands in her head. After a moment she looked up "Have you slept with her?" 

"No Jasmine," he said. At least that was the truth. "My new job starts soon. I think this'll all work itself out."

"Your new teaching job?" Jasmine said, not able to resist a dig. Realizing it was a bitchy thing to say, she quickly said "Sorry, I shouldn't have said that. If teaching makes you happy, that's what you should do."

She sighed. "I guess I'll have to wait for you to get this out of your system. But don't sleep with her Mike. I can't handle it if you cheat on me."

"I'm not going to do that Jasmine," Mike said, running his hand up her very long, very shapely leg.

"You don't really think you're getting more tonight do you?" she said with a laugh.

"I guess not," Mike said with a laugh back.

Jasmine smiled, her tone softening. "I've got a thing tomorrow, at the Met. You'll go with me right?"

"Of course I will Jas, I want to," he assured her. He snuggled her and she fell asleep. He dreaded going to the Metropolitan Opera, he hated Jasmine's networking functions. But sometimes you had to do things you didn't want to. 

Jen was with Clint, they seemed serious. He didn't know if he was meant to be with Jasmine. But he liked her, their sex was good. Jasmine was incredibly sexy and beautiful, he was the envy of every guy he knew. There were worse places to be.



Life After We Pt. 06



"I saw you and Jasmine on TV this weekend," Jen said to Mike when he arrived Monday morning. "Are you two better?"

"I think the jury's still out," Mike joked with an uneasy laugh. "Those functions aren't much fun."

"The worldwide opening of a new production of La Bohème, that's not fun?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh. "You'd rather watch baseball?"

"Maybe you should date Jasmine," Mike joked laughing back. Then he explained "It's the pre-party, intermission and post-parties that aren't fun. It's all networking."

"The happy hour Friday was networking too," Jen pointed out. "Bonding, team building."

"Jasmine's functions aren't about bonding," Mike said. "More like, sharks circling each other." Wanting to change the subject, he asked "How's Clint?"

"He's good, we had a good time," Jen said smiling.

"He's still in New York?" 

Jen shook her head. "He's traveling for two weeks. I'm going to miss him."

Mike hesitated. Then he said "Sounds like you two are getting serious." 

Jen hesitated, then said "I'm happy right now."

Mike nodded. He said, "That's good Jen." 

As she usually did, Jen took the subway to work. It was faster and cheaper than a taxi. As she rode, she noticed men looking at her. She pretended not to notice, but inside she smiled. It was a petty ego thing, but she liked men noticing her. 

Lately she'd worn sexier clothes to work. Lower tops, tighter and shorter skirts, higher heels, dresses that hugged her curves. She was spending more time on her hair and makeup. It was the way she used to dress, before Anna. She was rediscovering that part of her, the fun-loving, flirty, sensual part of who she was. 

She knew part of it was Mike. His being around turned something back on inside her. But it wasn't all Mike. Sex with Clint that weekend had been great. He got her to cum twice, and she didn't have to think about the Mike fantasies to climax. So her happiness and sex life weren't tied to Mike, which was obviously a good thing.

Later that week Jen went to the Starbucks for a caffeine break. "Hey no whip Jen," Joey said with a grin. 

"Hi Joey," Jen said with a smile. She gave him a quick up and down look. So cute!

"You don't come around a lot," Joey said grinning. He teased "Are you getting your whip from another guy?"

"Yeah Joey I'm cheating on you," Jen said with a laugh. Joey served up her skinny caramel latte and Jen took the coffee to a chair in the back.

Joey sat down next to her a few minutes later. He said "We've got another mixer tonight, you should come."

"I've got a boyfriend," Jen said, flattered by the invitation and again amused at how forward he was.

"You're not married to the guy right?" Joey said looking at her ringless left hand. Jen was wearing the Jacob ring on her right hand.

"That's true," Jen said with a laugh. This boy was persistent!

"So come to the party, we'll hang out, just friends," Joey said giving her a charming boyish grin.

"Just friends huh?" Jen said with a skeptical smile. She gave him another quick up and down look. He was definitely hunky! Why not? "Okay, tell me when and where," she said with another laugh.

Jen called Mike when she got back to her office. "Can you babysit tonight?" she asked.

"Oh sure," Mike said. He asked "Working late?"

"Actually, I've got a date with Joey," she said with a laugh. "You remember, barista boy?"

"Oh yeah."

"You really don't mind?" Jen asked.

"No, I'm good," Mike assured her. "It's more comfortable here than at Steve's place. They've got a lot going on with their kids. After I put Anna down I'll watch the game."

"Okay... baseball?" Jen asked.

"No, Thursday Night Football," Mike said.

"Is it a good game?" 

"All Thursday night games suck," Mike said with a laugh. 

Jen laughed back, mostly to be polite. She was more interested in college football so didn't keep up with the pros. "I got some Anchor Steam, it's in the frig."

"Oh, thanks," Mike said flattered she remembered.

"I don't know when I'll be home," Jen said. "Maybe you should plan to spend the night again."

Mike paused. If Jen brought Joey home, he'd have a chance to watch them. "... sounds good," he said.

Without thinking, Jen blurted out "If you want you can stay in the loft apartment. Until you get your own place. I mean, if it's more comfortable than Steve's place."

Mike didn't answer immediately, processing what she'd said. Finally he said "Clint won't mind?"

Jen shrugged. "The apartment's half yours anyway."

As if thinking to himself, he said under his breath, "Not sure Jasmine will like that."

Jen frowned into the phone. She said tersely "Do whatever you want Mike, I'm not forcing you."

After hanging up, Jen looked out her office window at the New York skyline. She regretted snapping at Mike. They were with other people know, she had no right to be jealous. But did Mike know how he pushed her buttons? She admitted to herself though that she probably pushed his buttons too. 

It was hard, trying to be friends with an ex-spouse. She told herself it was worth it though, for Anna. She'd done a lot of stupid things, but this decision she knew was right. 

Mike fed Anna. He played with her and read books, and she fell asleep in his arms. He gently put her into her crib, knowing she'd likely sleep through the night.

Mike looked in the frig for the Anchor Steam. There were a few bottles. He opened one and turned on the football game (New Orleans at Carolina). But while his eyes were on the TV his mind was elsewhere. Jen was going out with Joey, the barista/college student. Jen was 29, Joey 19 or 20. He thought about their age difference. Jen was a MILF, a cougar! 

Mike was rock hard. He couldn't concentrate on the game.

"Will she let Joey fuck her bare?" Mike asked himself. He went into her bedroom. The birth control pills were no longer on her dresser. He opened her lingerie drawer. The round container was there. Mike saw she was current with taking the pills, so she should be protected.

He went to the side of the bed and opened the drawer of the bedside cabinet. The five condoms were still there. Yes, Jen would definitely let Joey fuck her bareback, let him sperm her. Mike felt dizzy with lust.

"Oh, there you are," a voice said from the door.

Mike spun around. It was Jen! Fuck, he'd forgotten to chain the door! 

"I thought you had a date?" Mike sputtered out.

"I do, I need to get dressed," Jen said. She looked at the open drawer. "What are you looking for?"

Jen's question gave him an excuse. He said "I'm trying to find my Kindle." He closed the drawer, trying to look casual and unconcerned.

"I put all your things in a box, in the den closet," Jen said. "I don't think your Kindle's there."

"That's because my Kindle's at Steve's place," Mike thought to himself. He said "I'll go look in the box." He hurriedly left her bedroom.

Jen closed her bedroom door after Mike left. Curious, she opened the draw of the nightstand. The only thing inside was a half empty box of condoms. The other day she'd found her birth control pills on top of her dresser. She didn't remember putting them there, she normally kept them in her lingerie drawer. It made Jen wonder...

45 minutes later Jen came out of the bedroom. "Find your Kindle?" she asked playing dumb.

Mike stared at Jen. She wore her hair down, combed straight back with a black hair band. She wore low rise skinny jeans and a black, long sleeve crop top that ended an inch above her belly button. On her feet she wore black flats. "I'm sorry?" he said realizing she asked something.

"Did you find your Kindle?" she repeated.

"Oh ah, no," he sputtered out. "Maybe I left it in San Francisco."

"Oh that's too bad," she said, rubbing his arm briefly. She went into the nursery to check on Anna. Mike stared at her ass as she walked in. God she looked so good! Some of her new tattoo was visible above her low rise jeans. Mike had to admit the jet black tribal tramp stamp gave her an even sexier, bad girl look, so different from her sweet innocent face.

Jen abruptly turned around, catching him looking. She left the nursery, closing the door behind her. "Did you say something?" she asked innocently, pretending she hadn't noticed him checking out her ass.

"Oh ah, I just wanted to say your new tattoo looks good," Mike said.

Jen broke out into a smile. "You jerk, I thought you didn't like it," she said giving him a playful punch in the arm. She held her arms out. "So do I look like a college girl?"

"What?" Mike said not understanding.

"I'm going to Joey's frat party," Jen explained. She scrunched up her pretty face. "He's only 20. I feel so old."

"I think he's really lucky you're his date," Mike gushed.

Jen moved a step closer, getting inside Mike's personal space. "You really think so?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "Every guy there will be envious."

"The girls there will call me a cougar," Jen said. "You think it's bad, going out with a 20 year old?"

Mike's heart pounded in his chest. With a hoarse voice he said "Honestly? I think it's really hot."

Jen laughed, but the delighted sparkle in her eyes told Mike she liked what he said. 

She got on her tiptoes and gave Mike a quick goodbye kiss on his cheek. As she did her breasts rubbed against his chest. She whispered into his ear "Thanks for being here." A moment later she was gone. 

Mike stood there for long moments after Jen left, not able to move. His cock was so hard it hurt. He finally picked up the Anchor Steam and sat on the sofa. He finished the beer and got another. The game was on but his thoughts were elsewhere. 

The frat house was packed. Jen squeezed in and asked a group of guys about Joey. They gave her a long up and down look. One of the guys gave her a red Solo cup filled with cheap beer.

Joey appeared suddenly, as if he'd been watching out for her. "Hey no-whip," he said grinning.

"Hi Joey," Jen said, laughing at his nickname of her.

"Want a beer?" 

"I think I've got one," Jen said holding up the Solo cup and smiling at the guy who gave her the beer.

Joey glared at his frat brother. "This is Jen guys, she's with me," he announced. He wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the circle of guys.

"Bye guys," Jen said laughing.

"You've got to watch out for the guys here, they're all mass murderers," Joey joked.

"Oh really?" 

"Yeah, and they steal towels from hotels, really low life," Joey said smiling.

"Uh oh, then I better stick close to you," Jen said grinning at him.

"That's right, you better," Joey said putting his arm around her. "You know what I want to do?"

"Um... squirt whip cream on my finger?"

"No... this." Joey lowered his face to Jen's and kissed her. His kiss was soft yet urgent. After a moment he pushed his tongue into Jen's mouth. She let him.

Their kiss went on and on. Finally Jen pulled away, panting. She had her cum face on. "Whatever happened to friends?" she said gasping.

"I make out with all my friends," he joked.

"Jerk," Jen said giving him a playful hit on the chest.

"Want to go up to my room?" 

"Why don't you show me around first," Jen said with an incredulous laugh. This boy moved really fast!

Joey gave Jen a tour of the frat house. It was messy and stunk of beer, just like all the frat houses in Penn State. They got another beer and danced to a cheap cover band. The music slowed and they slow danced. "I like this shirt," Joey said caressing the bare skin between her crop top and low rise skinny jeans.

"I can tell," Jen said, laughing at the way he was so boldly touching her. 

"So you serious with your boyfriend?" he asked.

"Are you really asking me that now?" Jen said with another laugh, feeling Joey's hands move to her ass and cup her cheeks. She pulled his hands back up to her waist.

"I wanted to see if you're just using me for my body," Joey deadpanned, moving his hands to her ass again.

"God you're so full of shit," Jen laughed, moving his hands back up to her waist again. Then as they swayed to the music she said "My love life's complicated."

"Yeah? How so?"

Jen tried to explain her feelings, but she couldn't. She tried to focus her thoughts on Clint, but the image of Mike kept popping up into her head. She ended up shrugging and said "It's so complicated I don't get it."

Later they went to the basement to play pool. "I suck at this," she said thinking of her most recent attempt at playing pool with Josh. 

"I'll teach you," Joey said.

Jen rolled her eyes knowing what that involved but went with it.

Jen attracted a lot of attention in her tight crop top and skinny jeans. Joey kept close to her all the time, as if telling the other guys "she's mine, stay the fuck away!"

As Jen leaned over the pool table for a shot he caressed her tramp stamp. "This is so hot," he gushed.

"Thanks," she said over her shoulder, still holding the cue stick. Joey's hand went from her back to her ass. He caressed up and down between her ass cheeks.

Jen closed her eyes. Joey had been touching her all night. She'd been doing some touching too, and she knew he sported an impressive package. And, he was so gorgeous! And so young! She was hot, she definitely had her cum face on!

Joey looked around as he fondled Jen's tight ass. He smiled smugly at his frat brothers, silently bragging "Don't you wish this hot girl was yours?" The girls in the room looked enviously at Jen. Envious of her pretty face and sexy body, and envious she had snagged the hottest guy in the fraternity.

Jen looked at Joey over her shoulder. With heavy lidded bedroom eyes - and Joey still caressing her ass - she whispered "Let's get out of here."

Joey grinned. He pulled her up and kissed her passionately for long moments. Then he wrapped his arm around her and led her out of the room.

Jen expected Joey to take her up to his bedroom. Instead, he took her downstairs, to a sub-basement. The room was dark except for a red "Exit" sign above a door.

"This is our playroom," Joey said grinning.

Jen looked around, her eyes getting used to the darkness. There were couches and mattresses on the floor. Couples were scattered about, in various stages of dress (or undress), kissing, fondling, some were openly fucking. In more than one case, there were 2 guys on a girl.

"More like an orgy room," Jen said looking around.

"Yeah, you could say that," Joey said. He took her into his arms and pulled her onto a sofa, kissing and fondling her.

"God," she groaned as Joey kissed up her neck and rubbed her nipples. This 20 year old shit was driving her wild! She was so wet she might leak through her jeans!

Joey caressed down her front to below her crop top. He ran light circles around her belly button, feeling her firm stomach. "You've got a great body," he whispered huskily as he kissed around her ear.

"Yeah?" Jen said. Then she moaned as Joey nibbled on her ear lobe and lightly flicked his tongue inside Jen's ear. How could this college boy be so good?!

"Come on babe," Joey said, pulling Jen's hand to his crotch. Somehow while kissing and fondling her he'd taken out his cock. He was rock hard and big. Not that thick but way longer than average.

Jen wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him. "Come on no-whip, you can do better than that," he said with a laugh. He put his hand on the back of Jen's head and pushed her down.

Seriously? He wanted her to blow him here, in a stinky frat house basement surrounded by 19 and 20 year old college kids. Jen was a decade older, she was an elite marketing exec, she was a sophisticated woman who wore expensive designer dresses, she was the mother of a 1 year old.

"Come on," Joey said, applying more pressure to the back of Jen's head.

What the fuck, Jen thought. She let Joey push her onto her knees between his open legs, and she went down on him.

She bobbed up and down on his cock. He was long but not thick, she could take a lot (but not all) of him into her mouth and down her throat. Joey apparently wasn't satisfied with that. He put his hands on the back of Jen's head, grabbing her blonde hair, and controlled as she moved up and down on his shaft, controlled how fast she went, how deep, how hard.

She felt dizzy with lust. She was 29 and he was just barely 20, he couldn't even buy alcohol, yet here she was submissively on her knees as he fucked her face, under his complete control as he used her mouth like a pussy. At that moment, if someone touched her clit she would cum.

Jen felt someone grab her tits. "Fuck off," Joey growled. The intruder left. He said to Jen "Sorry."

Jen looked up at him. His cockhead was halfway in her mouth, touching her wet lips. Her eyes were lust filled and heavy lidded. She breathed "Do you share girls?"

"Yeah, sometimes," Joey admitted. "Do you think that's bad?"

"Yeah, that's bad," Jen breathed. Bad but so hot! She felt dizzy with lust. She took him back into her mouth, pumping his shaft with one hand as she bobbed on him. With her other hand she undid her jeans and snaked inside her panties. She fingered herself as she blew him. She was so close, it would only take a moment.

Joey was close too. He began humping Jen's face, thrusting his hips up, fucking her face. Jen let him abuse her mouth and face as she rapidly fingered her clit.

They both came at the same time. In the throes of orgasm, her body shuddering from climax even as Joey ejaculated into her mouth, Jen heard clicking. One of Joey's frat brothers was taking pictures!

As Jen's back arched from the orgasmic pleasure, she head clicks. 

As Joey came in her mouth and some of his sperm leaked down her chin, she head clicks.

As Jen panted and collapsed onto Joey's lap - more clicks.

As Jen wiped her chin with the back of her hand - more clicks.

As Jen straightened and re-did her jeans - more clicks.

As Joey kissed her and pulled up her crop top to grope her bra covered tits - more clicks.

As Jen pulled down her crop top and glared at the photographer - more clicks.

"Give me that!" Jen hissed at the photographer, holding out her hand. 

"It's okay babe, it's my phone," Joey assured Jen, taking the iPhone from his friend. 

"Delete the pictures Joey," Jen told him sternly.

"I will, I promise," Joey said rubbing her back reassuringly. "I just want to look at them okay?"

Joey put away his cock and led Jen out of the playroom. "God Joey if those pictures get out," Jen lamented.

"I promise to delete them," he said hugging her. "Come on, let's go up to my room. We'll look at them and then delete them, I promise."

"You swear?" Jen said frowning.

"I swear to god," Joey assured her. "Come on, let's go to my room."

With her anxiety about the pictures taken care of, her lust returned. She got herself off, but she needed fucked really bad. She thought of Mike at the loft apartment. She thought of catching Mike looking at the box of condoms. 

"I need to get home," Jen said. She took Joey's arm. "Come to my apartment."

When Jen got home Mike immediately saw she had her cum face on. Her face was flushed and her eyes heavy lidded. Also, her nipples were hard, they dented her crop top. (Jen and Joey had kissed and petted in the cab over, so they both stayed super hot).

Joey looked wary and disappointed when he saw Mike. Was this Jen's boyfriend?

It was an awkward moment for Mike too. Jen eased the tension by saying "Joey, this is Mike my roommate."

"Oh okay, hey bro," Joey said offering Mike his hand.

"Hi," Mike said, sizing Joey up. He was tall and had shaggy hair, tanned (even though it was the winter), a casual ruggedness to him. He was young, he looked like he was a surf boarder who just stepped out of a cover of Sports Illustrated.

"Want a drink?" Jen asked Joey.

"Sure, a beer if you got it," Joey said.




Life After We Pt. 06



"Mike?" 

"Yeah, a beer sounds good," Mike said.

"We've got Anchor Steam and Bud Light," Jen said looking in the frig.

"Anchor Steam definitely," Joey said enthusiastically.

Jen brought over two bottles. She gave Joey a Bud Light. "Sorry we only had one Anchor Steam," she told Joey. She gave the last Anchor Steam to Mike, smiling at him.

"Whatever, it's only beer," Joey said with a scowl. "You're not drinking?"

"I've had enough," Jen said with a laugh. She'd had 3 big solo cups of beer at the frat and still felt tipsy.

Joey sat down on the sofa and Jen sat next to him, nuzzling up to him. He put his arm around her. He whispered into her ear "Let's go to your bedroom."

"Don't be rude, we should hang with Mike for a minute," she whispered back.

Mike sat on the chair, all of them watching the game on the TV. He saw Joey put his arm around his ex-wife, and the two of them whispering to each other. He was so hard it hurt.

Joey didn't want to watch TV. He leaned down and kissed Jen. Jen kissed him back, giving him tongue.

Mike watched as they kissed. He watched as Joey's hand went to Jen's breast and cupped her.

"Why is he still here?" Joey derided, scowling at Mike.

"Pretend he's not here," Jen said, pulling him back to kiss her. She pulled his hand to the bottom of her crop top, pushing his hand underneath. 

Joey snaked his hand under her top, finding her bra covered tits. He fondled her, and then said "Take this off." 

Looking at Mike in the eyes, she crossed her arms and pulled off the crop top. Shaking out her hair, she reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Scowling at Mike, Joey pulled off the bra and tossed it at his feet. "Here you go dude," he said derisively.

"If you want to stay you'll be nice," Jen chastised him.

"Why is he here?" Joey asked.

"I told you, he's my roommate," Jen said.

"But why's he here?" Joey repeated.

"Why's it matter?" Jen said, pulling his hands to her now bare tits and kissing him again.

They kissed and petted, Joey fondling her tits and rubbing her nipples as Jen rubbed his crotch over his jeans. As in the frat house playroom, Jen got on her knees between Joey's legs. He unbuckled and unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. He was rock hard. She licked up and down his shaft, making sure Mike had a good view so he saw how much bigger Joey was compared to his little dick.

Joey moaned and rolled his head back, enjoying the feel of Jen's hot mouth around his cock. But he came in her mouth earlier, he wanted her pussy now. He pulled her up and threw her onto her back on the sofa. He undid her jeans and pulled them off her long legs. As he did he pulled off her panties. Now Jen was completely naked.

Joey quickly stripped too. "Are we fucking here?" the 20 year old asked.

Jen looked at Mike. He was beyond turned on, his eyes lustfully looking her naked body up and down. But he no longer owned her body. She said "Come on." She took Joey's hand and - both of them completely naked - led him into her bedroom. Jen closed the bedroom door. 

Mike was panting, his head spinning. He hadn't expected any of this. He turned off the TV. Now the loft apartment was completely quiet. He waited, listening closely. It didn't take long. Within moments he heard whispers and moans. He knew they were fucking.

Mike couldn't resist. He turned off all the lights in the apartment, like he was going bed. He silently crept to Jen's bedroom. The door was partway open. It was just a sliver, but from his vantage point Mike had a clear view of the bed.

Joey was on top of Jen, between her open legs. He was slowly pumping her. His cock wasn't thick but it was really long - it had to be at least 9 or 10 inches. Joey was slowly pushing all the way inside her, and then all the way out until just the tip was still inside. He did that over and over, really slow, his cock sliding into her pussy, and then sliding out of her pussy.

Jen was looking into Joey's eyes. Mike saw desperation in her face. He understood. Jen liked it hard and rough. Joey was teasing her.

"Please..." Jen said.

"Please what no-whip?" Joey said grinning. He knew exactly what he was doing.

"Fuck me harder."

"Like this?" Joey said, giving her one hard thrust. 

"God!" Jen grunted, but then Joey went back to the slow (but deep) stroking. "Fuck Joey!" she cried frustrated.

Joey laughed. Figuring he'd tortured her enough, he began fucking her harder. "Is this how you like it?" he said in a taunting voice, ramming her hard and fast.

"Oh god yes!" Jen cried. This was exactly how she liked it! Moments later she came. She screamed as the pleasure shot through her body!

Anna started crying. Jen's scream must have woken the baby up. "Oh no!" Jen said worriedly.

She hurried put on her big fluffy cotton robe and ran to the nursery. When she opened the door Mike was already there. He was rocking the baby in his arms. "She's okay," Mike said softly. "Just a bad dream."

Jen came over to look at her baby. In doing so they stood close, their hips touching. Anna was already asleep again. Jen gently kissed the baby.

"I've got her," Mike assured her. He was essentially telling Jen it was okay to go back and finish with Joey, because he had things under control with Anna.

"Thanks Mike," she said softly. She kissed him on the cheek. Her body was still hot from fucking Joey. She moved a little and her lips touched his. She kissed him, and even gave him some tongue.

It only lasted a few seconds. She pulled away and said "Sorry. Jasmine probably wouldn't like that."

"Probably not," Mike managed to say, stunned.

Jen moved her hand to Mike's crotch. He was hard inside his jeans. She caressed him for a brief moment, then abruptly turned and went back to her bedroom.

Mike stood motionless, panting, his head spinning. He gently put the sleeping Anna back in her crib. He closed the nursery door and went back to Jen's bedroom. The door was still cracked open. He looked in.

Jen was on top of Joey now. She had her cum face on, riding his big cock, her hands on his muscular chest for balance. Her eyes were closed, her mouth open, her head rolled back. Mike could tell she was close to another orgasm.

"I'm fucking cumming!" Joey growled. 

"Yeah, yeah..." Jen panted. She ground on his cock, in and out, in and out, giving him deep stimulation while also rubbing his shaft against her clit. As she came she threw her head forward, her long lush blonde hair tumbling over his chest and face.

Joey's hips jerked as he thrust his ass upwards, getting deep inside Jen. He held his cock inside her, his hands clamped on her hips so she couldn't move, as he ejaculated his seed deep inside her womb.

Outside the door, Mike came as he watched Joey cum and sperm Jen. This time he came into a wad of tissues. 

Mike watched as Jen pulled off Joey. Milky sperm covered his half hard shaft. Mike thought, "He must have shot a lot into Jen for that much to be on his cock."

Mike froze as Jen glanced towards the door. He told himself there was no way she could see him in the darkness. After a few moments Jen looked away. Mike took that opportunity to silently walk back to the den bedroom.

"That was really awesome Joey but you better go," Jen said rubbing Joey's chest. "It's late and I don't like Anna seeing men here."

Joey frowned. He wanted to sleep over, have another go with Jen's incredible body. He said "Anna sees Mike, right?"

"Yeah, but she's close to Mike," Jen explained. That was the first time she'd voiced the obvious - the first time she'd admitted it to herself - that Anna was getting close to Mike.

"Can I call you?" Joey said as he got dressed.

"When's your next mixer?" Jen giggled. 

"Not worried about your boyfriend?" Joey asked.

Jen shrugged. With their open relationship she could do anything she wanted, but she didn't feel like getting into it with Joey. Then she remembered. "Wait, let me see those pictures."

"Oh yeah," Joey said. He'd forgotten about them too. He pulled out his iPhone and they flipped through the pictures. Jen realized they weren't too bad. They were definitely x-rated, but her face wasn't in most of the pictures. Her face was in about a dozen of the pictures, but the room was dark and it could be any blonde girl. 

Even though she wasn't worried about it, Jen made Joey delete the pictures that showed her face. She let him keep the others.

"Just wanna let you know, my iPhone backs up to the cloud," Joey said.

"Shit, that means the pictures are saved somewhere," Jen thought to herself. But why did it matter? It was so dark you couldn't tell it was her. Also it wasn't like she was Jennifer Lawrence, no one was going to hack into iCloud to get sex pictures of her.

"Just don't download them back to your phone, okay?" Jen told Joey. They kissed and Joey promised to call her soon. Then he left.

In the den bedroom, Mike was already horny again. Jen hadn't changed at all! She was just as insatiable as before! And she looked even better than before!

He threw off the blanket and pulled down his boxers. He stroked himself, remembering how Jen had ridden Joey's long cock. He remembered how Joey's ass had clenched as he came and flooded Jen's pussy with his seed. Feeling incredibly horny and kinky, Mike reached into his jacket. Jen's soiled pink panties were still there. He wrapped the lacy material around his shaft and continued stroking himself. "Yeah Joey, cream that slutty pussy," he chanted in a low husky voice as he stroked himself. "Are you protected Jen? Did you forget to take the pill? Did that 20 year old college kid just get you pregnant?"

After Joey left, Jen retrieved her clothes from the living room. Back in her bedroom, she felt Joey's cream leaking out of her. She used her panties - a lacy black thong - to wipe her pussy lips and her inner thighs. 

She still felt horny, even after fucking Joey and cumming twice. It was like before. She was becoming insatiable again, like a nympho, the more she fucked the more she wanted.

Impulsively she pulled the panties up her long legs. She pulled them high up her hips, between her pussy lips and into her crack. They were quickly soaked in Joey's cum.

She looked in the mirror. She looked freshly fucked, her hair tussled, her cheeks flushed, her swollen pussy lips camel toed in the wet panties. She paced around her bedroom, feeling hyper, like on a caffeine high. 

She stepped into high heels then continued pacing. She looked into the mirror again. Now she looked like a freshly fucked slut wearing the black stiletto high heels. The word "slut" echoed in her head. "Yeah, I'm a slut," Jen said to herself. Voicing the thought (even to herself) made her shiver.

She paced around the room more. It was like she was struggling with herself, trying to block something from her thoughts, trying to resist.

Finally she couldn't resist anymore. "What's Mike doing?" she thought to herself.

She put on a negligee. It was one Mike had given her for Valentine's day when they'd been engaged. It was filmy and pink and practically see though. It was held up by just 2 thin straps and ended just an inch or two below her pussy. The negligee had a matching lacy pink g-string, but she left the black thong on.

It was a special negligee, Mike's favorite. She usually wore it to bed on their anniversary or other special days, like Mike's birthday. Because it was special to Mike, she'd never worn it for any of her lovers.

Jen left her bedroom. She silently stepped to the den bedroom, walking on her tip toes to avoid the high heels scraping on the hardwood floor. She lightly pressed her ear to the door. She heard Mike inside. It sounded like chanting, but she couldn't make out the words.

She knew it was an invasion of his privacy, but she couldn't help herself. She suddenly opened the door.

Mike's eyes went wide in shock. He paused for a split second, but then he threw the blanket over him.

But that split second had been enough. She'd seen it. Her pink panties around his cock, as he played with himself.

Mike knew she saw it. He waited for her to ridicule him, call him a pervert, call him a panty-boy sissy or something like that. 

But Jen didn't say any of that. Instead she said "Thanks for taking care of Anna tonight."

"Sure, of course," Mike sputtered out.

"I think she likes you," Jen said.

"I like her a lot, she's a great baby," Mike said. Feeling confident, he gave Jen a long up and down look. She was wearing the negligee. His negligee, the special one. He smiled and said "You look really good."

Jen gave him a smile.

"Is Joey still here?"

"He left."

"Why are you wearing that?"

Jen didn't answer. She didn't know why.

She walked towards Mike, her high heels clinking along the floor. She stopped when her knees touched the bed. Feeling out of control, she said in a soft voice, "Do you mind?" She pulled the blanket from Mike.

Her eyes focused on his penis. The red panties laid crumpled around his balls. She pulled them away so she could look at his penis.

She was mesmerized looking at him. He was rock hard. His cock was small. Only about 4 inches hard, a little thinner than average. She'd had her share of lovers, many while she was with Mike (with his blessing and encouragement). But she'd held his cock in her hands more than any other. He'd been inside her mouth and pussy more than any other. He'd cum inside her more than any other man. If she added it all up, he'd made her cum - his cock had made her cum - more than any other man.

Mike couldn't move as Jen studied his penis. Part of him - a big part of him - wanted her to touch him. Touch him with her hands, her mouth, her pussy, anything, just touch him and make him cum. 

But Mike thought of Jasmine. He was with Jasmine now. He'd done a lot of shit with Jen lately, stuff some might consider cheating. But if Jen touched his cock and got him off, that would definitely be cheating. 

Jasmine had been too good to him. He liked her a lot, he owed her too much. He wouldn't cheat on her.

He pulled the blanket back over himself.

Jen seemed to snap out of a trace when he did that. Mike thought she looked relieved. Maybe she was struggling over cheating on Clint. They had an open relationship, but her ex had to be out of bounds, right?

Jen stepped away from the bed, looking flustered and confused. Impulsively, she pulled the soiled black thong off. She threw the panties onto the bed and rushed out of the room.

Mike looked at the lacy black thong panties for long moments, probably minutes, unable to move. He finally picked them up. They were wet. Mike didn't need to smell them to know the wetness came from Joey's cum. Unable to control himself, he wrapped the black panties around his cock (he was still rock hard) and stroked himself. He came in seconds.

The next morning, Mike softly knocked on Jen's door. When she didn't answer, he opened the door a crack and looked in. Jen was still asleep. She'd tossed and turned most of the night.

She'd kicked most of the blanket off. She still wore just the negligee, but the straps were down and he could see her breasts. He could also see her firm ass and toned thighs. God she was so hot. Her breasts had always been so perfect. Now they were larger and still perfect! 

Her hips and ass. She was still petite and slim, but now with her more womanly hips and ass she looked so delicious!

Mike felt himself stiffening. He willed his hard-on to go away. He gently pulled the sheet back up to cover her. Then he gently shook her shoulder. "Jen, you have to get up," he said softly.

"What?" Jen asked waking up. She opened her eyes and saw Mike.

"Don't you have to work today?" he asked.

Her eyes opened wide. "Shit!" she said looking at the clock. It was 8am. It wasn't a disaster. She had a meeting at 930. She could easily make it if she hurried.

The sheet had fallen away when she turned to look at the clock. When she turned back to Mike he was staring at her completely exposed breasts. 

She pulled the sheet back to cover her. "I better get back to Anna," Mike stammered, hurriedly going back out to the kitchen. As he left Jen glance at his crotch. He was hard.

Jen hurriedly showered and dressed. She tried not to think about last night. Mike didn't mention last night either when she came out. By unspoken agreement they were avoiding the topic, at least for now.

That day Jen thought a lot about Mike. There was something definitely going on between them. Ok, that was Captain Obvious! She'd spent the evening with Joey, fucked him and came on his cock twice, but it seemed like the 20-year old college student was just a cameo bit player in this drama that was playing out between them.

Then she thought of Clint. She felt guilty and confused. He was away for another week, for business. She had mixed feelings about that. But this gave her time to talk to Mike, work through things. 

When Jen got home later that night Mike was feeding Anna. She hugged and kissed Anna, and then played blocks and games with her baby while Mike looked on.

Later, after putting Anna down for the night, Jen said hopefully "Want to get brunch tomorrow? We can take Anna to the zoo. It'll be fun to hang out."

"Oh, I would," Mike said awkwardly. "But I'm spending the weekend with Jasmine. I've actually got to run, we have a late dinner reservation. If you need help this weekend with babysitting -."

"No, I'm good," Jen said immediately, a fake smile plastered on her face. She felt like a complete idiot. A desperate ex-wife looking for... what?

After Mike left, Jen sat on the sofa looking out the window at the night sky. She needed to face reality. Mike had moved on. Whether with Jasmine or Tara or another girl, he'd moved on. Jen knew he'd have his choice of pretty girls, he was a good catch. No, not a good catch, a great catch. Good husband and father material. Just look at how he'd bonded so quickly with Anna.

Jen got it. Mike felt bad about disappearing for a year, so now he was helping out with Anna. He also wanted some kind of ongoing relationship with both her and Anna. That was his way of getting closure.

Sure, she could dick with him, tease him to distraction. She knew all his buttons. He was still Mike, a kinky voyeur. Apparently he wasn't getting that from Jasmine, so she was his outlet. But he didn't feel anything for her, except friendship.

She felt sad. She knew no other man would love her, adore her, worship her even, as much as Mike. And deep down, she knew her love for him had been special. Their connection had been special. Mike made her feel good about herself. She might fall in love with another man, but it wouldn't be the same.

She'd lost so much. She knew it was her own fault, but that didn't make it any easier.

She tried to look to the bright side. In a way Mike was still looking after her. He was helping her become herself again. Maybe they needed each other to get to the next stage of their lives. 

She thought about Clint. He was handsome, hunky. He was steady and trustworthy, wealthy and kind. He was low maintenance (unlike Mike who was a lot of drama). He allowed her to explore her sexuality. What was wrong with this picture? Nothing! Why wasn't she going all in with Clint?

Why wasn't she?

She thought about it. Clint was traveling all over the place, but this weekend he was in Atlanta. Atlanta was just a short hop from LaGuardia. 

She called him. Smiling into the phone, she said "Hey cowboy, want to spend the weekend with your favorite 2 girls?"

Jasmine had the weekend all planned out. A networking dinner on Friday, a black tie on Saturday, a country club brunch on Sunday. Mike went with it. He didn't enjoy it, but he put on a brave face and did his best to mingle. 




Life After We Pt. 06



In quiet moments, Jasmine told him her dream was to get into politics as a socially liberal democrat who was financially conservative and an ardent supporter of the military. A reasonable, open-minded person who could work on both sides of the aisle. 

Mike had no doubt she would someday be governor or a senator, maybe more than that. He'd definitely vote for her. He figured, with a leader like Jasmine Kelly, the future of our country was in good shape.

They had sex 3 times, once each night. Jasmine wasn't passionate or adventurous like Jen, but she was so beautiful and sexy it was impossible not to enjoy sex with her. 

Mike did his best not to think about Jen as he made love to Jasmine. Also, he tried to feel affection for her when they were together. He was fond of Jasmine. But more than once during the weekend, he thought to himself "What does it mean I have to try so hard to feel affectionate to Jasmine?"

He found himself wondering what Jen was doing. Not what she was doing sexually. Just what she was doing. He wouldn't allow himself to miss her. That would be a betrayal to Jasmine. But he allowed himself to miss Anna. That was okay.

On Sunday, Mike got an unexpected call from Mr. Winters, the senior partner at Jen's advertising firm. "This is for you," Mr. Winter's said smiling warmly at Mike. He handed Mike an envelope.

Mike opened it. Inside was a check for $250,000! "What?" he said not understanding.

"Your back pay, and a substantial bonus for your help on Memphis," Mr. Winters said smiling gratefully. He assured Mike, "I've checked with the lawyers, you can accept this money."

Mike nodded eagerly. He would check with Sam, but he was pretty sure Mr. Winters was right. Mike's prohibition dealt with finance not advertising. Mike's old firm had tried to give him money for Sapphire. Darren had too (over a million dollars!). Mike couldn't take that money. This he could!

"Thank you Mr. Winters," Mike said with a big grin. 

"Good weekend?" Jen asked Monday morning when Mike arrived.

"Yeah, you?"

"Anna and I spent the weekend with Clint," Jen said. She opened the New York Times to the society pages. "More pictures of JasMike on the town," she said with a good-natured laugh. 

Mike grimaced as he looked at the pictures. "I hate that name," he lamented.

"I bet your mom is saving the pictures in a scrapbook," Jen said smiling.

"I'm not sure about that," Mike said with a shrug.

"Why?" Jen said with a tilted head. "Doesn't she like Jasmine?"

"... I think she does," Mike said after a moment, although he didn't sound convincing. Changing the subject, he said "Speaking of mom, she and dad are gonna be here this weekend, about Joe's ashes. They asked if you could go. But if you're busy with Clint..."

"Of course I'll be there Mike," Jen said. She gave a curious look at the suitcase Mike had with him.

"You said I could stay here?" he said seeing her look.

"Oh yeah, sure," Jen said.

Mike showed Jen the check. "Did you do this?" he asked.

Jen smiled seeing it. She pushed the partnership hard to give Mike a big bonus. "You deserve more, we wouldn't have Memphis without you," she said. "The partners are stingy." Jen didn't tell Mike it had actually been touch-and-go, because many of the partners didn't support what Mike had done in Liberty-gate.

"That's okay, this is enough," Mike said gratefully. This money, with his remaining savings from Apple, would give him a good runway. Also, he had an idea how to make more money.

Later that week (on Wednesday) Mike and Jen were watching TV after putting Anna down. Jasmine Kelly appeared on the TV, reporting from London. "She's in London a lot," Jen observed.

"She got a promotion, I guess like their European anchor," Mike said.

"Oh," Jen said impressed. Anchor, and only in her mid-20s.

"So where's Clint?"

"He's in Houston until Thursday, then he goes back to Atlanta," Jen said. She scrunched her face. "It looks like his trip is going until next week."

"Sorry," Mike said. 

Jen shrugged. 

"Can I talk to you about something?" Mike asked. "About last Thursday."

"Okay," she said with a nervous laugh. She turned off the TV. "Go ahead."

"It's personal..." he said his voice trailing off. He suddenly wished he hadn't started this.

"Come on you started this, you can't stop now," Jen said playfully kicking his thigh with her stockinged toe.

"I'm saying this as a friend," Mike said feeling awkward.

"Will you just say it!" Jen said with another laugh. Now she was really curious.

Mike hesitated, and then blurted out "You oughta use condoms with guys like Joey. It's a safety issue."

Jen opened her mouth in shock. That was probably the last thing she thought he'd say. She gave him a frown. "I'm on the pill," she said.

"It's a safety issue, and the pill isn't 100%," Mike said. "I get you have an open relationship, but I bet Clint would want you to use condoms. Have you asked him?"

Jen shrugged. She and Clint hadn't talked about this. She teased "So what are you now, Clint's wingman?" When Mike flushed red, she shook her head and said "You've got a lot of nerve." She was smiling though.

"I'm just saying..." Mike managed to say, turning the TV back on and staring at it.

Jen continued to look at Mike, an amused smile on her face. "God," Jen said with an incredulous laugh, giving Mike a playful punch in the arm. Still smiling, she turned to watch the TV too.



Life After We Pt. 07



Author's note: There will be 10 chapters in this story.

*****

On Friday night they met at an Italian restaurant Mike's mom and dad liked. Jen arrived from work and Mike brought Anna from the loft apartment.

There were hugs and kisses, especially over Anna. Mom couldn't get enough of the bubbly, beautiful baby. To his chagrin, Anna went ballistic when Dad tried to hold her. The baby was still going through stranger anxiety and Mike was the only man she let hold her.

It was awkward, the five of them having dinner together, since Mike and Jen were no longer together. In some ways having Anna there made it less awkward. In other ways the baby's presence made it more awkward, because by that time Mom and Dad had looked at the calendar and counted months.

After dinner they took a walk in the crisp New York city air, Jen and Mom walking in front and Mike and Dad walking about 10 feet behind. Mom held Anna as they walked, enjoying being the doting grandmother.

"You and Mike are living in the loft apartment?" Mom asked Jen.

"Yes, until we sell it," Jen said nervously. She dreaded talking to Mom by herself. Her relationship with Mike's mom didn't start well. They met with Mike in the hospital after he defended her at the Crypts against Colin and others. But over the years they grew close. Still, she was Mike's mom and Jen was now Mike's ex-wife. There was no doubt whose side mom was on.

After a pause, Mom said "Do you think that's a good idea?"

"It saves us money," Jen said, knowing how inadequate her answer was. Wanting to change the subject, she asked "What do you think of Jasmine?"

But Mom wasn't going to be distracted. She said somewhat incredulously "It saves you money?"

Jen shrugged. She admitted "I guess we're trying to get closure."

Mom was silent, thinking about Jen's answer. She finally said "I've never understood what that means, closure."

Jen didn't know either. Struggling to find an explanation, she said "Peace I guess. We're trying to find peace."

Mom nodded. She still didn't fully understand, but she sensed Jen didn't understand either. She decided to let it go. Returning to Jen's question, she said "Jasmine's a very ambitious girl."

Jen laughed. She often laughed when she was nervous, like now. She said "Is that bad? I guess I'm ambitious too."

"No, you're not at all like Jasmine," Mom said. She didn't sound fond of Jasmine. As if sensing that, she quickly added "She's a sweet girl." But Mom said it unconvincingly. 

They walked in silence for long moments. Mom hugged and kissed Anna as they walked. She looked bothered, like she was struggling with herself. Finally she asked the question she desperately needed to know. "Jen, is Mike Anna's father?"

Jen was ready for the question. She knew people suspected, anyone could look at a calendar and count months. The answer was really important to Mom and Dad, Jen understood that. They'd lost one son. Their other son seemed wounded. They needed to know whether Anna was their grandchild.

"Of course he is," Jen said immediately. 

They met the next morning in Central Park. Joe had loved visiting New York City and often took long walks through Central Park. In his will he asked that some of his ashes be spread along the foot path he often walked.

It was a somber, private ceremony. Joe had died over a year ago, but with everything that had happened to Mike, and then his abrupt move to California, it was only now that it felt right to carry out Joe's last wishes. 

After the ceremony, Mike spent the rest of the day with his mom and dad. Mom didn't want to let Anna go, so Jen agreed to let them keep her for the day. Mike promised to be back with Anna at the loft apartment before dinner time.

Jen had a lot of time to think and reflect. She hadn't been able to think a lot about Joe since he died. There had just been so much. Mike's release, their terrible breakup, giving birth and being a single mom. She hadn't been able to do anything other than survive.

But now, spreading his ashes, thinking about Joe ... Tears fell down her cheeks and soon she was sobbing. She missed him. He died so young, it was such a waste.

All the doubt and guilt hit her, the feelings she'd suppressed. Had she been wrong to comfort Joe? At the time, she'd rationalized it as part of the game. Mike encouraged her to see other men while he was in London. And he told her to take care of Joe. Would he be upset if he knew the truth? After all, he got turned on when she was with Jamie and his brother Larry in Cancun. Wouldn't Mike react the same way if she told him about Joe?

But did it matter anymore? They weren't together. Why risk their relationship (whatever was left of it) by telling Mike something that was no longer important?

Part of Jen felt though, if they were going to have a relationship moving forward, she needed to tell Mike. She needed to be honest with him. Also, didn't Mike have a right to know that there was some chance his brother was Anna's biological father? That Joe might have left behind some legacy of his life?

As he promised, Mike returned with Anna before her dinner time. Jen fed Anna and then the baby fell asleep, tired from the long day.

Mike was already sipping a scotch, looking weary. "Tough day, huh?" Jen said pouring herself a glass of wine.

"Yeah," Mike said. His eyes looked red, like he'd been crying. Maybe he (like Jen) hadn't had a chance to mourn Joe until today either. He gave Jen a sad smile and said "Here's to Joe."

Jen smiled back, her smile sad too. "To Joe," she said. They softly clinked glasses.

"We got coffee with Willow, Joe's therapist," Mike said. "She said you did a great job with Joe, a big comfort to him. Thanks for doing that."

"Oh, ah, of course," Jen said awkwardly.

"Willow said you helped with Joe's massage therapy?" Mike asked.

"Um ... yeah," Jen said. She laughed to make it sound like a joke. "You know I took that class at Penn State, and worked at the St. Regis spa."

"Yeah, I remember," Mike said nodding. He gave Jen a long look, as if thinking. Then he said "Well, thanks again for taking care of him."

"Of course Mike," Jen said. Wanting to change the subject, she asked "Are you hanging with your parents tomorrow?"

"No, they're going home tomorrow morning," Mike said. He shrugged and said "They didn't want to risk having to see Jasmine. It didn't matter, Jas is in London until next week."

"They don't like Jasmine?" Jen asked.

"They like her," Mike said. "Jas can be intense sometimes."

"Oh," Jen said. After a moment she hesitantly said "So since Jasmine and Clint aren't here, you feel like brunch tomorrow?"

"Yeah sure," Mike said, a smile coming to his face.

"Where do you feel like going?" Mike asked the next day. 

Jen hesitated, then said impulsively, "How about the bistro?" It was their favorite restaurant close by the loft apartment, they'd eaten there dozens of times. Neither had been there since their split.

It was too cold to eat outside. Inside the hostess sat them next to the warm, cozy fireplace. 

They ordered breakfast and took their time eating. They read the paper, talked and laughed, taking turns holding and feeding Anna. Often they were silent, comfortable in the other's company. Other times they were playing with Anna or laughing and joking around. It was almost like they were back together again. If a stranger saw them, he'd think they were a young, happy family.

"Oh my god it's late," Jen said looking at her watch. It was almost 4. They'd been there for hours.

"Maybe we should stay for dinner," Mike joked.

"Breakfast for dinner," Jen joked back.

"Or maybe just stay until breakfast tomorrow," Mike said lightheartedly.

They laughed, and Anna laughed too, waving her arms and legs delightedly. Mike and Jen smiled at Anna, and then smiled at each other.

"I'm glad we did this," Mike said smiling into Jen's eyes.

"Me too," Jen said smiling back. She suggested "We could get a bottle of wine and go back to the apartment -."

At that moment Jen's iPhone rang. "It's Clint," she said looking at the screen. She got up and moved away from the table to talk to her boyfriend.

"He just flew in from Atlanta," Jen said when she returned. 

"That's a nice surprise," Mike said forcing a smile on his face.

"Yeah," Jen said, her face showing no emotion. 

"I can babysit," Mike offered. "I'll move her crib into the den with me, so if she wakes up ..."

"That's nice, thanks," Jen said. "I better get back, to get ready."

At the loft apartment, Mike played with Anna while Jen changed. When Jen emerged from her bedroom she'd changed out of the causal blouse and skinny jeans from earlier. Now she wore a little black dress, stockings and high heels. Her hair and makeup were perfect.

"Thanks for babysitting tonight," she said.

"Sure," Mike said looking Jen up and down. He smiled at her. "You look incredible, as usual."

Jen smiled back at him. She turned and held up her long blonde hair. "Can you zip me up?"

With the zipper open, Mike could see a lot of Jen's sexy back. He could also tell she wasn't wearing a bra. He fingered where her bra strap would normally be. He asked "You don't wear bras anymore?"

"Not with Clint, he asked me not to," Jen said.

"You always go braless with him?" Mike asked.

"He likes it that way," she said.

Mike continued to stroke and caress her back.

"Mike?" Jen said.

"Yeah?"

"Can you zip me up?"

Mike swallowed. Then he zipped up Jen's dress and fastened the clasp at the top.

She turned around to face him. "Thanks," she said.

Mike's eyes were on her chest. The black dress was opaque but her hard nipples dented the silky fabric. "Hey you," Jen said softly. She smiled at him. "I'm up here."

"Sorry," Mike said his cheeks red from embarrassment.

"That's okay," Jen said. They looked into each other's eyes, not moving. There was a knock at the door. "That's Clint," she said.

"Yeah," Mike said. Still neither moved.

Finally Jen turned to the door. But she paused before opening it, as if remembering something. She moved Clint's ring from her right hand to her left hand. "He likes me to wear it this way," Jen whispered.

"I don't blame him," Mike said, looking at Clint's ring on her wedding ring finger. They shared another moment looking into the other's eyes. Then Jen turned and opened the door.

Later at dinner Clint said incredulously "Mike's living with you?"

"No, he's not living with me," Jen said reassuringly. "Sometimes he babysits late so he sleeps over in the den bedroom. That's all. It's only fair."

"Jen, what's going on?" Clint said skeptically. "I agreed to the babysitting so you can get closure, but living together wasn't part of the plan."

"What can I do Clint?" Jen said playing innocent. "He owns half the apartment."

"This is so fucked up," Clint scoffed shaking his head. "Have you put the apartment up for sale?"

When Jen didn't answer, Clint said "Jen, have you even filed for divorce?" His question was full of both exasperation and accusation.

Jen squeezed Clint's hand soothingly. She said gently "Honey, you know how messed up Mike was, he practically had a nervous breakdown. It didn't seem right then."

"But he's fine now," Clint said, his anger rising. He asked impatiently "Do you have a divorce lawyer? A realtor?"

"Sam's helping," Jen said weakly.

"Sam is Mike's lawyer, he can't represent both of you," Clint said exasperated. "Look, I'll get Arnie to represent you. He's the best divorce lawyer in LA." The way Clint said it, he wasn't taking "no" for an answer.

"... okay," Jen said after a moment. "I don't want anything ugly."

"It won't be," Clint assured her, in full lawyer mode now. "Simple no-fault divorce, split the apartment down the middle. Do you think Mike will go for alimony?"

"Alimony?" Jen said not understanding.

"You make a lot more than Mike, he might go for alimony," Clint pointed out.

"Mike would never do that," Jen said immediately.

"Okay, I'll just make sure Arnie is prepared in case Mike brings it up," Clint said with a shrug.

"Just ... do what you need to do," Jen said reluctantly.

Clint heard her reluctance. He said soothingly "Jen honey, you've got to do this. You've got to get on with your life."

"... I know," Jen said hesitantly. She gave Clint a tight smile and hugged him. "Thanks for looking after me."

Clint stroked her back, feeling no bra strap. Jen looked up at him. He lowered his face to her and they kissed. As they kissed Jen moved her hand to his thigh. "Let's get out of here," he said, his cock getting uncomfortably hard in his pants.

In the loft apartment Clint practically carried Jen into her bedroom. Jen noticed the door to the den bedroom was fully closed.

Clint and Jen made out in her bedroom, their hands all over each other. "Wait, I've got to check on Anna," Jen gasped pulling away from his kisses. But when Jen went into the nursery Anna wasn't there. The crib wasn't there either. She got momentarily scared. But then she remembered Mike saying he would bring Anna into the den bedroom with him.

She went over to the den and knocked. "Mike, is Anna with you?" she said softly.

"Yeah," Mike whispered back. He opened the door. Jen stepped in and looked at Anna. The baby was sleeping peacefully in her crib. Jen leaned over and kissed her, careful not to wake her up.

"Is Clint in your bedroom?" Mike whispered.

Jen nodded. "He's waiting for me."

Mike looked her up and down and smiled at her. "You look amazing," he gushed. "Clint's a lucky guy."

Jen gave him an appreciative smile. "You've got Jasmine Kelly," she pointed out. "She's hot. I'd fuck her." She giggled and Mike smiled back.

"Good night," Jen said softly.

"Night," Mike said.

Jen stepped closer. She kissed Mike on the cheek. Then she moved until her lips touched his. She kissed him, giving him tongue for a few seconds.

She pulled away. "Good night," she whispered again.

Mike nodded, gasping. Jen left and returned to Clint.

The next morning when Mike woke up Anna wasn't in her crib. He hurriedly dressed and went into the kitchen. Jen was there feeding the baby. "My My, My My," Anna said excitedly, waving and kicking her little arms and legs.

"Hey Anna-banana," Mike said smiling at the baby. He kissed Anna on the head. Then he said to Jen "I think I'll head out, to give you and Clint space."

"Oh, okay," Jen said. She felt relieved, otherwise it would have been an awkward morning. But she didn't want Mike to be surprised. "Um, Clint asked one of his partners to help, um, finalize things. You know, between you and me."

"Oh," Mike said. He didn't know what to say.

"His name's Arnie. The divorce lawyer. I guess he'll contact Sam."

"Okay," Mike said. He forced a weak smile. "I'll let Sam know."

Jen did her best to smile back. They were silent for long moments. 

"I guess I better get going," Mike finally said.

Without thinking Jen grabbed his hand and blurted out "Can you do me a favor?"

"Yeah, what?" Mike said looking curious.

"The other night, when I was with Joey," Jen said. "He took pictures. He deleted them, but they got uploaded to iCloud."

Mike grinned. "You want me to hack in and delete them?"

"Can you do it without getting into trouble?" 

"I think so," Mike assured her. "Just give me Joey's cell phone number." 

Mike didn't want to go to Steve's place. He took the subway and found an inexpensive hotel close by La Guardia airport. He picked the hotel because it was cheap and had free WIFI. 

In his room, he hacked into iCloud and used Joey's cell phone number to locate his backup of pictures. It wasn't hard, and he used his cloaking device software to hide his actions. He sorted by date to find the pictures of Jen. He copied the pictures to his computer, and then deleted them from iCloud.

Mike looked through the pictures. The pictures were dark, but knowing it was Jen it was easy to recognize her. There was a picture of Jen on her knees between Joey's open legs. A picture of Jen stroking Joey's shaft with her hands while looking into his eyes. A few pictures of Jen with Joey's cock in her mouth. Pictures of Joey with his hands behind Jen's head fucking her face. Pictures of Jen blowing Joey with her hand down her pants. 

A picture of Jen with her back arched. Joey's cock was in her mouth and pleasure was painted on her face. She was clearly in the throes of an orgasm.

A picture of Jen with her cheeks ballooned out. Clearly Joey was cumming and filling her mouth with his sperm.

The next picture showed Jen still with her cheeks ballooned out, and some of Joey's sperm leaking from the corner of her mouth and dripping down her chin.

A picture of Jen smiling and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Another picture of Jen. In this one she was zipping up her jeans.

There were a series of pictures of Joey kissing Jen, pulling up her top and fondling her tits over her bra.

Then there were pictures of Jen's bare breasts as Joey pulled down her bra.

Finally there were pictures of Jen fixing her bra and pulling down her top, looking furious at the photographer. 

Mike was rock hard. He created a slide show so the pictures showed like a movie. He took his cock out and stroked himself, playing the movie over and over like a vine. When he came his orgasm was so forceful his spunk shot out and hit his computer screen.

Even after cumming he was still horny. 

Mike sat down and looked out the window. He thought about yesterday, about his time with Jen since moving back to New York. Yes, Jen was giving him attention, showing him affection. But things were reversed now. Back when they were together, Jen played with other men like Ricky and Scott. She had feelings for those guys, was affectionate to them, but it was always just temporary, her affections always returned entirely to him. 

Now, Clint was Jen's man, and Mike was playing the role of Tom or Drums. Sure she was showing him attention and affection. That was how it always worked with her. But it was all a game, all temporary. Soon she'd tire of him and go back exclusively with Clint.

Mike watched the sun go down over the horizon. He admitted it to himself. He still loved Jen. Yes he was in lust with her too, but it was first and foremost love. He loved her, he would always love her. She would always be his soul mate.

But she'd moved on. Maybe before he harbored the hope they'd get back together eventually. Maybe that was why he returned to New York, not to get closure but to reconcile. But Jen was moving for a divorce, she probably hired a realtor to sell the loft apartment. Clearly she'd moved on. 

Despite these sad thoughts, Mike couldn't resist. He masturbated to the picture slideshow again. Then he fell into a restless sleep.

He awoke with a start. Looking at the clock he saw it was 10pm. He was starving! He showered and dressed, then went down to the hotel bar.

To his surprise the bar was packed. Thinking about it though, it made sense to him. This was an airport hotel, it was Sunday, the hotel was packed with business people flying out from La Guardia tomorrow morning. 

He found a seat at the bar. He ordered a beer and a burger, then settled in to watch Sunday Night football.

But his attention wandered to the action happening around him. This was a busy airport hotel, full of traveling strangers, by its nature a meat market. Were there hookups being planned at that very moment? Was there a married woman planning to cheat on her husband tonight?

Then he saw her, across the room. It was Nancy, the principal of Beekman High. She was talking and laughing with a handsome young man (definitely not her husband Mac). She wore a wraparound dress, and with her legs crossed, she was showing a lot of leg. The young man had his hand on her knee as they talked.




Life After We Pt. 07



Nancy laughed at something the man said, and as she did she glanced in Mike's direction. She saw Mike, and for a moment their eyes locked.

Nancy looked flustered. She whispered something to the man. He whispered something back and gave her something. Nancy put it in her purse. Then they got up. They kissed briefly, then Nancy walked over to Mike while the young man left the bar.

Nancy sat next to Mike at the bar. She crossed her leg and Mike caught a flash of lacy stocking top before she fixed her dress. "Well Mike Andrews, I keep running into you," she said. She caught the bartender's attention and ordered a glass of white wine. Mike ordered a scotch, sensing he needed something stronger than beer.

"Who's your friend?" Mike asked.

"I think you know," Nancy said taking a sip of her wine. "What are you doing here?"

Mike decided to be honest. "Trying to get over my ex-wife," he said talking a gulp of the scotch.

Nancy gave a humorless laugh. "Maybe we should have that talk," she said.

"Isn't your friend waiting for you?" 

"He'll still be there, believe me," Nancy said confidently. She had a key card of the man's room in her purse.

"Okay, so tell me your story," Mike said taking another gulp of scotch.

"Ladies first huh?" Nancy said with a grin. "Alright. My story's simple. I'm 50 years old and I've been married 25 years. I love Mac but I need more than he can give me. I've been seeing other men for almost 10 years. Mac travels a lot for work, he's away this week."

"Does he know?" Mike asked.

"Mac? God no," Nancy said with an incredulous laugh. "He thinks I'm the devoted wife. I AM devoted to him. I love him. I just need more. About 10 years ago he started having problems getting an erection. Viagra doesn't work, the doctor says it's in his head. That's when my affairs started. We still have sex. But Mac can't get hard anymore. It's funny, even though he can't get hard he can still cum." Nancy laughed, but it was a sad laugh. "He likes cumming on my toes."

"So who's your friend?" 

"His name's Bob, I met him online," Nancy explain. She motioned around the bar. "This is a good hotel to meet. Travelers from other states, no one knows me. Except the bartenders but I tip well, they won't say anything." She gave another humorless laugh. "That's my story, tell me yours."

"Jen and I split up," Mike said with a shrug. "I guess she needed more too."

"But you said she didn't cheat on you," Nancy reminded him.

"We played games," Mike said with another shrug. "That's what we called it, our game. She hooked up with other men. I liked ..." Mike hesitated, it was hard to say. But they were both sharing personal secrets. "I liked watching her with other men."

Nancy nodded, taking this all in. "You shared her with other men?" she asked.

"More than that," Mike admitted. "Jen had relationships with other men."

"Romantic relationships?" Nancy asked, looking incredulously at him.

"Yeah," Mike said.

"So that's why you broke up?" Nancy asked gently. "Jen fell in love with another man?"

"No, I don't think she ever fell in love," Mike said. Struggling to explain, he said "Jen used to say she felt love for her boyfriends, but didn't love them. Does that make sense?"

Nancy nodded. It made perfect sense to her. Often in the throes of fucking she felt in love with her lover, but afterwards she knew her heart belonged to only Mac. "I understand," she said softly.

"Jen loved the romance as much as the sex," Mike continued, encouraged by Nancy's empathy. "She loved all the new relationship energy. I got jealous, mad, hurt when she got infatuated. But it got me hot too. I mean, seeing Jen hold her boyfriend's hand got me hotter than watching them fuck. Honestly, I was the one doing the pushing into this lifestyle. She went along with it but if I hadn't pushed -."

"If you hadn't pushed maybe she would've ended up like me, cheating on my husband," Nancy said.

"Maybe," Mike said, thinking of the times Jen had "arguably" cheated on him. He looked sheepishly at Nancy. "You must think I'm such a pervert."

"Well, definitely interesting, and surprising," Nancy said with a laugh. "But a pervert?" She thought about it. "I don't know. Maybe your way is better. At least you're both involved." After a moment she gently asked "So why did you break up?"

"I wish I could take things back," Mike lamented. "I mean, once you're in this lifestyle, it's hard to set rules. And is it really a rule, or just more cuckold fantasy?" Mike went red realizing he'd said the C word.

"It's okay Mike, labels don't mean anything," Nancy said soothingly, squeezing his hand. She asked "Jen broke one of your rules?"

"We only really had one rule," Mike said. "She wasn't allowed to fall in love with her boyfriend."

"But ... you said she didn't fall in love," Nancy said confused.

The bartender appeared and they ordered another round. After he refilled their glasses Nancy said "Jen didn't fall in love?"

"You know I was in jail, no contact with anyone," Mike said. "I got fucked up. She got fucked up."

"That's why you broke up?" Nancy said incredulously. "Over ... what? Because you couldn't talk?"

Mike didn't answer. Nancy studied him. It was written all over his face. Voicing the obvious, she said "You still love her don't you?" When Mike still didn't answer, she said "Mike why don't you tell her?"

"She wants a divorce. And she's with someone else. His name's Clint." After a moment he continued. "When we played the game, sometimes her lovers tried to get her to leave me."

Nancy got it immediately. "So if you tell Jen how you feel, it'd be like you trying to take her away from her boyfriend."

"It's more than that," Mike said. "It's like, we're addicted to each other, in a bad way. The game, it's not healthy. We end up doing things, hurting each other, hurting other people."

"It sounds hot to me," Nancy said with a laugh. "I wish Mac was like you. I -."

"Anna's not my baby," Mike interjected. "Jen's lover got her pregnant."

"Oh," Nancy said softly. She asked gently "Was that part of your game?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know," Mike said. "It's like I said. Boundaries get blurred once you start this lifestyle."

"Yeah, okay," Nancy said, not really understanding.

"You see what I mean?" Mike said. "If we get back together, we play the game again. Maybe there's another Anna. Is that fair to a baby?"

"I don't know Mike," Nancy said. "I'm a school teacher, I've seen a lot of unconventional families. Believe me. At the end of the day, all that matters is whether the child is loved."

"Yeah, I guess," Mike said unsure. Their glasses were empty. "Don't you have to get up to Bob?"

"Yeah," Nancy said, although talking to Mike she'd forgotten all about her lover. She put on new lipstick and then got up, straightening her dress.

"Hey Nancy?" Mike said.

"Yes?" Nancy said stopping and turning back to Mike.

"I get you have needs," Mike said softly, careful to keep any judgment from his voice. "But don't risk losing Mac. It's not worth it."

Nancy nodded warily, suddenly feeling completely sober. She turned and walked out of the bar. 

"Sleep well?" Jen asked when Mike arrived the next morning. She was smiling at Mike.

Mike was still thoughtful from his conversation with Nancy. He saw she was still wearing Clint's ring on her left hand. He blurted out "So are you two engaged?"

Jen frowned at his abrupt question. "No," she said.

"Then why do you wear his ring on your wedding ring finger?" Mike snapped.

Jen didn't like his accusing tone. Also, after the shit Clint had given her, she was feeling guilty about her decision to let Mike sleep over. She said "He's my boyfriend?" She said it with a "hello?!" tone of voice.

Mike gave Jen a "whatever" shrug and walked over to Anna. The baby was like a neutral corner and their bickering ceased. 

Anna reached for Mike excitedly. Mike sat down with her and played blocks.

Jen couldn't help smiling as she watched Mike work on Anna's ABCs and numbers. Anna WAS sorta putting the letters and numbers in order. Maybe she WAS learning.

As they played on the floor Jen looked at Mike. He was still thinner than he used to be.

She had a few minutes before she had to go to work so she checked her email. She smiled at one of them and took a long time scrutinizing the email.

"What's up?" Mike asked.

"Remember Belinda, my maid of honor?" Jen said.

"Yeah," Mike said thinking back. "I never understood why Allie wasn't your maid of honor."

"Back in college, Belinda and Allie were my best friends," Jen explained. "The maid of honor has obligations and Belinda's way more responsible. Believe me, Allie didn't mind." As Jen said this she was still studying the pages of Belinda's email.

"So what's so interesting?"

"Belinda's a jewelry designer and she's about to launch a new line through Tiffany's. Want to see?"

Mike got up and looked at Jen's computer. He saw lots of rings, bracelets and necklaces. Mostly rings though, engagement and wedding rings. "They're beautiful," he said politely, but in truth he wasn't really interested. 

Jen could tell he was faking it and laughed. "I guess it's a girl thing," she said smiling.

"I guess so," Mike said sheepishly.

Jen gave him an appraising look and affectionately squeezed his arm. "Are you eating right? You're still thin."

"I don't know, I guess I'm eating okay," Mike said with a shrug. He used to be into cooking, especially grilling meats and vegetables, and used to have a big appetite. Not so much anymore, not since being released from jail.

"You should exercise," Jen suggested. "It'll put on some muscle and get your metabolism and appetite going. Why don't you meet me at my gym tonight? I'll get Maggie to babysit."

"Okay," Mike agreed, not knowing what he was getting himself into.

Later that evening in the locker room, Jen changed from her work clothes to her dancewear. She put on one of her normal outfits, a Danskin bra top that crisscrossed in the back, and leggings.

What she did next wasn't normal. She brushed her long blonde hair to a luster, leaving it down (usually she worked out in a ponytail). She put in a pretty pink headband. Then she put on makeup, finishing by brushing on lip gloss that made her lips look shiny and wet.

When she left the locker room Mike was already there at the check-in desk. "Sorry, wait long?" she asked.

"Just a few minutes," Mike said, staring at Jen. He couldn't take his eyes off her. This is how she worked out? She looked gorgeous!

Jen handed the guy at the check-in desk some money. "Danny, this is Mike, he's my guest," she said.

"You should've let me pay," Mike said. "I've got money."

"I know you do," she assured him. She laughed saying "It's my treat, okay? Come on, the class is starting." Jen pulled him into one of the dance rooms. "This is a yoga class," she whispered to him as the class was already underway. "It looks like dance, but you'll be surprised by the workout." She touched his chest. "It really works on your core."

Mike wasn't the most coordinated and he had a hard time keeping up with the instructor and the other students. But Jen patiently help him through the moves and pretty soon he was getting it. 

By the end of the class his face and shirt were drenched with sweat. "God you're right that's a tough workout," Mike gasped.

"You know we're just getting started, right?" Jen said with a laugh. She took him over to the weights. She spotted him while he worked on his chest and shoulders, helping him pick out the right weights and giving him tips on form. 

They switched, with Mike spotting Jen. Unlike Mike, Jen did less weight and more reps as she wanted to stay toned and petite, not build muscle.

Jen showed Mike how to sit on a big ball to do sit ups, and how to do table tops and planks. They worked on their abs side-by-side, and by the end both of them were sweating and gasping.

Jen noticed Mike limping. "Have you been doing your stretching?" she asked.

"I guess not regularly," Mike admitted with a shrug.

"Oh god, come on," Jen said exasperated. She put down a mat and told him to lay down. Sitting on her haunches next to him, she rubbed her fingers up and down his bad leg. First she worked on his calf, then the muscles around his knee, then his thigh. "You have to do your stretches," Jen chastised him. "Otherwise your leg will lock up."

Mike swallowed hard as Jen ran her fingers up and down his leg. He concentrated, willing himself not to get hard. That would be too embarrassing in this crowded gym. But it was a losing battle. As he felt his erection begin to grow he pulled away and sat up. "Thanks, I'm good," he blurted out.

Afterwards Mike said "How about a drink? I'll buy since you paid my admission."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh.

They went to a bar close to the gym. They were both still in their workout clothes (having worn coats on top), although Jen brushed her hair and touched up her makeup. She also put on a thin stretchy pullover so she didn't show so much skin.

They sat at the bar and ordered drinks. They both ordered Anchor Steams. 

"You give a wicked massage," Mike said swinging his bad leg as if testing it.

"It feels better?"

"No it hurts more," Mike said with a laugh.

Jen laughed too. "Your muscles were tight, I got the blood moving, it'll feel better tomorrow," she promised.

"Thanks," Mike said smiling at her. "Is that the kind of massage you gave to Joe?"

"Um, not really," she said uncomfortably, willing herself not to blush. "His treatment was mixed, some Chinese Medicine, Ayurvedic from India, some Buddhist healing techniques, stuff like that." She hoped by keeping it vague and technical Mike would lose interest.

"Oh okay," Mike said, giving her another long look. Jen had her legs crossed and he squeezed her knee. "Anyway, thanks again for taking care of him. I know you were a real comfort to him."

"Of course Mike," she said. 

"I mean it, I really appreciate it," he said. He got up and hugged Jen, rubbing her back. When he sat back down he squeezed her knee again. This time he left his hand there. They were siting close together and it was like he was just resting his hand there. She let him keep his hand there. 

Mike tapped her knee with his index finger. "I have to say, you look really good in this," he said. He laughed to make his compliment sound more platonic than sexual.

"You always liked me in dancewear," Jen said with a smile back. "The first time you saw me, coming out of my dance class in leotard and tights." She giggled.

"No, I first saw you in the record store," Mike corrected her.

"I know," Jen said with a laugh. "By the time you saw me at my dance class you were stalking me."

Mike grinned, not able to deny it.

"I stalked you too, you know," Jen admitted.

"You did? When?" Mike asked surprised. She'd never told him this.

"After the sorority party," Jen said. She gave him a crooked grin. "You don't think I checked you out? All the professors knew you, after you won the Barnes award."

"Not like being an All-American like Colin," Mike said with a shrug.

"No Mike it's better," she said rolling her eyes. "There're tons of All-Americans every year. There's only one freaking Barnes winner. You shouldn't be so modest all the time."

Mike shrugged. "That's what Jasmine says."

"Well, maybe you should listen to her," Jen said curtly. She turned in her chair, the movement causing Mike's hand to fall off her knee.

"Sorry," he said.

"About what?" she said uncaringly. 

"Nothing, forget it," Mike said.

Jen gave Mike a "whatever" shrug and sipped her beer. 

They both finished their beers, but neither made a move to go. "Another one?" Mike asked.

"Sure," Jen said. Mike ordered another round from the bartender. 

"So tell me this," Mike said in a lighthearted tone. He was smiling good-naturedly at Jen. He tapped her wedding ring finger, where she was wearing Clint's ring. "Why do girls wear a ring here if they're not married or engaged?"

"God you're obsessed with this!" Jen said with a laugh. Answering his question she said "I wear it on this finger because it makes Clint happy."

"Do you always do things to make Clint happy?" Mike said challengingly.

"Oh my god, you're asking me that?" Jen said with an incredulously laugh. "Do you know all the things I did to make YOU happy? A lot. A lot."

"You liked it," Mike said with a laugh.

Anger flared inside Jen. "Not exactly what I dreamed about growing up," she said with a glare at Mike.

Mike nodded, knowing she was right. Their game certainly wasn't conventional. Especially the way it ended, with Jen pregnant with another man's baby. That was the reality, no matter whose fault it was. "Sorry," he said. 

They were silent for a long time, drinking their beers. The bartender came around when their bottles were empty. Mike expected Jen to ask for the check in order to leave, but instead she said "Can I have a Cosmo?"

Surprised, Mike ordered a Highland Park scotch. When the drinks arrived Jen said with a laugh, "I need something stronger if we're gonna talk about these things."

Mike nodded and laughed back. They clinked glasses. He subtly put his hand back on her knee, and she let him.

"So what else do you want to talk about?" Jen said with another laugh. She was tipsy and slurred her words somewhat.

There were a lot of things Mike wanted to talk about, wanted to know. But a lot of it was sensitive and at that moment he didn't want more tension. 

So he grinned and said "I deleted the pictures."

Jen grinned back. "Did you peek?" she asked with a mischievous glint in her eyes. She knew he had so even before he answered she asked "What'd you think?"

"Joey's definitely your type," Mike said teasingly. Not only had he seen the pictures, he'd watched them fuck from the hallway outside Jen's bedroom.

Jen knew he was talking about Joey's impressive manhood. "God I'm not that much of a size queen," she said giggling. After a moment, she admitted "Okay I am." 

Mike grinned at her. He moved his hand a little up her leg and began caressing her.

Jen noticed of course but pretended not to. She took a long swig of her Cosmo. She was definitely tipsy now. She held up the martini glass like a holy goblet. "This is truth serum," she said slurring her words. "Ask me what you want, I have to tell the truth."

"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. "So, does Clint play around a lot?" he asked, referring to their open relationship.

"Does he fuck around?" Jen clarified. "I don't know. Yes." She shrugged. "We don't talk about it."

"Do you fuck around?" Mike asked.

"Not as much as Clint," Jen said with a laugh. "Don't look at me like that, I'm not as big a slut as I used to be."

"Does it bother you?" 

Jen shrugged. "It works for us," she said simply.

The waiter came around again. Mike ordered 2 ice waters. "You should drink this, you don't want a hangover tomorrow," he said pushing the water glass to her. They both took a big drink of water.

"Next question," Jen said, now holding up the water glass as the truth serum.

Mike grinned. "Anyone on your horizon?" he asked again referring to her open relationship with Clint.

"Oh, you'd love to know that, wouldn't you?" she said with a flirty laugh. She uncrossed her legs and they were parted slightly. Mike moved his hand up her inner thigh a couple inches passed her knee and caressed her there. 

"Come on, tell me," Mike said moving his fingers even higher up her thigh.

"You know, you're really bad," Jen said, her breathing getting heavier. She looked at him, tilting her head inquisitively. "Did you put my birth control pills on my dresser?"

Jen's smile and playful tone of voice told Mike she wasn't going to bust him for looking through her lingerie drawer. Still he was embarrassed at being caught. "You need to be more careful," he told her, willing his cheeks not to redden.




Life After We Pt. 07



"God, first the condoms and now this," Jen said with an incredulous laugh. "You really are Clint's wingman." She put both her hands on Mike's. But rather than pushing him away, she squeezed his hand, and then moved his hand still higher up her thigh.  

"I'd rather be your wingman," Mike said grinning. He continued caressing her inner thigh, knowing the higher he went, the more of an erogenous zone it was for her. Now his fingertips were just a couple inches from her pussy.

"You really shouldn't be doing that," Jen said, her eyes getting glazed. She was getting her cum face on. "You want to know who turns me on? Danny."

"The guy at the gym?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yeah," Jen said dreamily, both from thinking of Danny and what Mike was doing to her. She smiled, remembering how Danny had "accidentally" rubbed against her in the gym a few times. "I think he's my type."

"You think he's big?" Mike asked, wanting her to say it. He was breathing hard too.

"Oh yeah, really big," Jen said, half drunk and way horny. She leaned forward so her lips almost touched his ear. "Way bigger than you Mike," she whispered into his ear. Mike's breath caught and his cock pulsed in his pants.

"Another round?" the bartender said.

Jen pulled away at the bartender's appearance. She demurely looked down, although there was a smile on her face. Mike, trying to control his breathing, managed to choke out "Sure."

"Tease," Mike accused Jen after the bartender served them up and left. His hand was still between her legs. He moved his hand further up until he was at her pussy. He rubbed the thin Lycra material right when he knew her clit was.

"You think I'm a tease?" Jen said practically panting. Her eyes fluttered and her lips formed a small O as Mike stroked her clit, only her tights and thong separating his finger from her bare skin. "Are you trying to make me cum?" she said breathlessly. 

Suddenly Jen's attention was drawn to something behind Mike. She abruptly pushed his hand away and re-crossed her legs. A moment later Danny walked up with others from the gym.

"Hey Jen," Danny said smiling at her. 

"Hi Danny, hi guys," Jen said, her breathing still ragged.

"Are you okay?" Danny asked noticing her flushed cheeks and heavy breathing.

"I'm fine," Jen said, picking up her Cosmo to conceal the fact she was not at all fine. Her body was on fire! She had to concentrate to keep her hand from shaking. She took a gulp of the Cosmo.

"I thought you didn't party on weekdays," Danny said with a laugh.

"Well, you know," she said with a shrug. "Um, you remember Mike."

"Yeah sure. Hey buddy, good workout right?" Danny said shaking Mike's hand. "Well, see you later," he said, grinning as he gave Jen an approving up and down look. Then he joined his friends across the bar. Jen watched as Danny walked away, admiring his ass and broad shoulders.

Jen turned back to Mike. He was smiling knowingly at her. At first she glared at him, but then she smiled back at him. Then they laughed like school kids sharing a naughty secret.

She put the Cosmo down and picked up her glass of water. She took a drink then handed it to Mike. "Okay, now your turn, truth serum."

"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. He took the glass and drank. "Ask away."

Jen's body was on fire. She hadn't planned it, but now there was no doubt in her mind she was getting fucked that night. She needed it!

She gave Mike a teasing, naughty smile. Like before she leaned close to Mike, her lips almost touching his ear. This time she put her hand on his crotch, rubbing his erection. She whispered huskily into his ear "What would you rather do? Fuck me? Or watch Danny fuck me?"

Jen felt Mike's cock twitch, and she inwardly smiled. But when she pulled away and looked at his face she didn't see the unbridled excitement she expected. Instead she saw doubt and uneasiness.

"What's wrong?" she asked pulling her hand away, her smile disappearing.

"It's just ... I mean ... I can't cheat on Jasmine," Mike said.

Jen leaned back feeling a rush of emotions. Shock, jealousy, hurt, betrayal, humiliation. "You shit!" she said in voice riddled with emotion. "You lead me on, then you throw Jasmine in my face! Yeah I get it, Jasmine's a perfect blonde angel and I'm a cheap slut, is that it?"

"That's not what I meant!" Mike said immediately putting his hand on her knee.

"Don't you touch me!" Jen hissed pushing his hand away. She said in an angry, hurting, taunting voice, "You want to see me act like a slut, is that what you want?" She abruptly stood up.

"Jen wait," Mike said grabbing her arm.

"Why don't you just leave!" Jen said angrily pulling her arm away. She walked over to Danny. Along the way she wiped a tear from her eye.

"Hi Jen," Danny said as Jen approached, clearly happy to see her again. He guided her a few feet away from his friends so as to get her alone. His buddies understood and grinned enviously at him. 

Danny had noticed the intense exchange between Mike and Jen. He said "Who is that guy?"

"My roommate," Jen said. Seeing the surprised look on his face, she said "Long story."

"So when are you going to let me train you?" Danny asked with a grin.

Jen didn't feel like a drawn out flirtation. Mike thought she was a slut. Fine! She'd be a slut! "What about tonight?" she said with no emotion in her voice.

"What, tonight?" he asked with a surprised laugh.

Jen no longer felt horny. But she forced a sexy smile on her face and said seductively, "You can give me a workout, right Danny?" 

Danny smiled at Jen's barely veiled invitation. "Yeah babe, I can definitely take care of you," he said, his hand going to her back just above her tight ass.

Jen glanced over at the bar. The shit Mike was still there! "I'll be right back," she said dismissively to Danny. She stormed back to Mike.

"Why are you still here?" she hissed at Mike.

"You're drunk, I'm not leaving you alone," Mike said.

"Don't you dare try to take care of me, not after -." Jen squeezed her eyes shut. "Just leave Mike!"

"Jen, Jasmine knows we're spending time together," Mike hurriedly explained, trying to get it out before she stormed off again. "She doesn't like it, but she knows I need closure with you. The one thing she asked is we don't have sex. Jasmine's a good person, I owe her a lot. That's all I meant."

"Oh, how noble of you," Jen said sarcastically. "Of course, you told me not to see Frankie, and I completely fucked that up! So you DO think I'm a slut!" She turned to walk away.

Mike caught her wrist. "You know I don't think that," he said imploringly. "I don't blame you, I understand about Frankie, I told you that. You're not a slut Jen, I've never thought that."

Jen continued to glare at Mike, but his words seemed to take the fight out of her. They were silent for long moments, as if each waiting for the other to take the next step.

Finally Mike picked up the glass of water. "Truth serum right?" he said. He took a drink. Then he looked in Jen's eyes and said earnestly, "I'd rather watch Danny fuck you. That's my answer. Pretty pathetic, right?"

Jen looked back into Mike's eyes. Just as earnestly, she said "No Mike, I never thought you were pathetic or anything bad like that. I never thought that even once."

Mike smiled gratefully at her. "I really want to see you with Danny," he said, his lust out of control. "I really want that."

A smile slowly came to Jen's face. Her body started tingling, it was like Mike's declaration flipped a lust switch inside her. "You do huh?" she said with a teasing smile. "You have to do something for me then."

"What?"

Jen leaned close to Mike. Her soft lips touched his sensitive ear. "I need you to get condoms."

Pulling away, this time Jen was rewarded with a startled, yet excited look on Mike's face.

"What?" he said.

"Condoms Mike," Jen said simply. "Your idea, remember?" She moved close again and stroked his leg. "Although I'm okay without them. You know I like skin-to-skin. I like to feel a man cum inside me. It's up to you."

Mike felt dizzy with lustful excitement. He knew Jen had condoms in her bedside table. But ...

"Okay," he said agreeing. "Shall I meet you back at the apartment?"

"No, we'll wait for you," Jen said. She felt dizzy too. She was so turned on! She wanted to fuck Danny, and she wanted Mike to watch! "But Mike - hurry," she said urgently.

After Mike left Jen went back to Danny. "Hey you," she said affectionately to Danny. She took his arm and guided him away from his friends. 

"Ready to go?" he asked excitedly.

"In a minute," Jen said. "I need to tell you something." She lowered her voice to a whisper. "I kinda have a weird thing going on with Mike. If it's too freaky just tell me."

"What?" Danny asked.

"He's going to watch us," Jen said.

"You're shitting me?" Danny said shocked.

"No," Jen said. "Are you okay with that?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"No," Jen said simply. "Not if you want to come home with me."

Mike ran to the Long's drugstore. He hurriedly bought a box of XL Magnum condoms. After an internal debate, he bought the ultra-thin extra sensitive type instead of the normal thickness ones, even though the ultra-thins had more risk of ripping. He hurried back to the bar. 

When Jen saw Mike she stepped towards him, moving away from Danny and his friends. Mike saw she still had her cum face on.

"Do you have them?" she asked excitedly.

"Yeah," he said holding a small brown bag. "Do you want them?"

"Hold them for me okay?" she asked. She played with the buttons of his shirt again. "Do me a favor? Go home and pay Maggie, and check on Anna. We'll meet you there."

Mike started feeling like an errand boy. He said "You're a spoiled brat, you know?" He laughed to make it sound like a joke, but there was an edge in his voice.

Jen smiled and laughed back. "Have I changed?"

"No you've always been a spoiled brat," Mike said smiling.

Jen leaned in and whispered in his ear, "Just with you mister." 

After Mike left, Jen talked and flirted with Danny and his friends for about 30 minutes, giving Mike enough of a head start to get things ready at the apartment. Jen sensed Danny's friends knew she was about to get fucked by Danny, but they were discreet enough not to say anything (at least to her).

In the taxi Danny pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her. Jen sucked on his lower lip, then pushed her soft tongue into his mouth. Danny responded by tonguing her and running his hands over her body. She moaned into his mouth as he cupped and fondled her breasts over her stretchy top.

"You like touching me?" she said. She groaned as he reached under her top and rubbed her nipples through her Danskin bra top.

"Yeah I like touching you," he said trying to push her sports bra up to get at her bare tits.

"No, not here," Jen said pushing his hand down, one eye on the driver who was watching them in the mirror. "We'll be home soon." She put her hand over his crotch, feeling his hardness. "You feel so big," she breathed into his ear. She giggled. "I like big."

"God I want to fuck you!" he groaned as Jen rubbed him, not caring whether the driver heard or not.

Jen put his hand to her mound. "You want this pussy?" she said tauntingly. "You have to be a good boy okay? I don't want you to make fun of Mike."

"Seriously, he's gonna watch us fuck?" Danny asked incredulously.

Jen took his hand and sucked two fingers into her mouth, like she was blowing him. At the same time she rubbed his cock again. "Just pretend he's not there," she said his fingers still in her mouth.

"Okay," Danny agreed, the one word coming out like a moan. He felt like he was going to burst!

When Jen and Danny entered the loft apartment Mike was opening a bottle of wine. "I thought you might want this," he told Jen.

"Thanks," Jen said. She was holding Danny's hand. Both of them looked flushed and were breathing hard. Jen definitely had her cum face on, her hard nipples denting the thin stretch top and sports bra underneath.

Jen got Danny a beer. "I'll freshen up," she said to him. She checked on Anna, and then disappeared into her bedroom. A moment later they heard the shower start up.

Mike and Danny stood awkwardly, trying not to look at each other. Finally, Mike turned on ESPN. "You want a scotch?" he asked Danny.

Danny looked at the bottle of Highland Park scotch. "Yeah, sure, why not."

Mike poured them each a glass. He handed one to Danny. They sipped the scotch and watched Sports Center as they waited for Jen.

The shower turned off, the hair dryer coming on. Mike's cock got even harder as he knew Jen was prettying herself to get fucked.

Finally, 45 minutes later, Jen came out of the bedroom. Mike and Danny's jaws dropped. She looked gorgeous!

Her makeup was perfect, her long blonde hair brushed to a silky luster; she'd even curled her hair. Her pink lipstick gave her lips a wet sexy look. 

She wore the pink negligee from the other day. It was filmy and practically see though. It was held up by just 2 thin straps and ended just an inch or two below her pussy. She wore the matching lacy g-string. Her long shapely legs were bare, although she wore pink high heels that matched the color of the negligee.

Jen went to Danny who was still sitting. "Worth the wait?" she asked smiling at him.

"Yeah," he said not able to take his eyes off her. He ran his hand up and down the back of her legs, softly, caressingly. 

Jen's pussy throbbed. "You have a nice touch," she said her breathing getting heavier.

"I like this," Danny said fingering the silky negligee.

"My ex-husband gave it to me," Jen said glancing at Mike. "On Valentine's day. When we were engaged."

"And now you're wearing it for me," Danny said running his hand under the negligee up Jen's sexy flat tummy.

"Yeah," Jen moaned, her eyes fluttering as Danny fondled her.

With one hand Danny cupped Jen's breast under the negligee, thumbing her nipple. He put his other hand over the front of the g-string. "This come with it?" he asked.

"Yeah, it's a set," Jen said breathing hard.

"Your ex fuck you in it?" Danny asked. He stuck a finger up her pussy. She was soaking wet.

"God Danny," Jen groaned, toppling over and steadying herself by holding onto Danny's broad shoulders.

Danny finger fucked her as he fondled her breast. "He fuck you in it?" he asked again.

"Yeah, a lot," Jen groaned, barely able to stand. "His favorite." She buried her face in his hair and held his neck to keep from falling down.

Danny stood up and pulled her to the bedroom. He was ready to fuck!

"Wait, wait," Jen panted, pulling away from him. She was shaking in the high heels. Danny's fingers were wet with her juices.

Jen walked weak kneed to Mike. She took Mike's arm and pulled him aside. "Where are the condoms?" she whispered, still half panting.

"The bag," Mike whispered back motioning to the kitchen table. 

"Not like that," she said digging her nails into his arm disapprovingly. "You have to give it to me."

"Okay," Mike said, although not understanding.

Jen took his hand and pressed it against her tummy, over the negligee. "You remember this?" she teased.

"Of course, I gave it to you," Mike said.

"When?" 

"Valentine's day."

Jen pressed her body against his and whispered into his ear "We just got engaged."

"I know."

"You remember?" Jen asked, pulling his hands to her breasts.

"Yeah."

"You like that?" she asked holding her hands over his as he cupped her tits.

"God yeah," Mike moaned, his breathing ragged.

"Remember fucking me in this?" Jen said pressing the pointy toe of her high heel into Mike's ankle.

"Yeah."

"When?"

"Our anniversaries," Mike said. "My birthdays."

"The truth serum's still working, okay?" Jen whispered.

"Okay."

"Do you want me to take the negligee off?" Jen asked breathing just as hard as Mike. "Or let Danny fuck me in it?"

"Let him fuck you," Mike said immediately, his cuckold lust making him dizzy.

Jen reached up and kissed him, giving him tongue. Then she whispered into his ear "I knew you'd say that."

Jen pulled away from Mike, looking into his eyes as she backed away. Then she turned and took Danny's arm, leading him into the bedroom. 

"You two are fucked up," Danny said.

"Yeah we are," Jen agreed as she pulled off his pants. Then she took him into her mouth.

Mike stood motionless in the living room, not able to move. He could still taste Jen in his mouth. He heard Danny's moans and that snapped him out of it. He went into the kitchen and got some condoms, then he went into Jen's bedroom.

Danny was sitting on the edge of the bed. Jen was on her knees, between his legs, her head bobbing up and down on his shaft. 

She sensed him in the room. With Danny's cockhead pressed against her lips, she said "Sit there Mike." Mike sat in the chair next to the bed.

Jen licked and sucked Danny for a few more minutes. Then she looked up at him and said "I want you inside me."

Jen finished undressed him, then they got onto the bed. Danny got on top of Jen, kissing and fondling her. He pushed the negligee up above her tits and rubbed and sucked her nipples, making Jen moan and squirm. He kissed down her sexy stomach and pulled the g-string off her long legs. 

Jen was now naked (expect for the negligee bunched above her tits) and he paused a moment to take in her body. God she had an incredible body! He was harder than he'd ever been, he'd never wanted anyone so much! He got between her legs and rubbed his cockhead up and down between her pussy lips. 

"Wait," Jen said gasping, sitting up. "Mike?" Mike handed her a condom. 

"Really?" Danny said looking disappointed. "You're on the pill, right?"

"Yeah, but ..." Jen ripped the thin square package with her teeth. She rolled the condom on Danny's shaft. But he was so thick it ripped. "Fuck," Jen said frustrated. She wanted him inside her! "Mike?" she said irritably.

Mike handed her another condom. This time she rolled it on without ripping it. "Come on," she said urgently, pulling Danny down on top of her. She reached between their bodies and guided him into her.

"Ugh god!" Jen groaned as Danny penetrated her. He dug his toes into the mattress and pushed into Jen's pussy. "Yeah, god, it feels good!" she cried.

Danny bottomed out, and then began sliding in and out. He put Jen's legs over his shoulders so he could fuck her faster and harder. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," Jen chanted as he rammed her.

Jen felt an orgasm approach. She looked to where Mike was sitting. "Mike?" she said reaching out her hand. Mike took her hand and got up on the bed.

Jen looked into Mike's eyes as Danny fucked her, holding Mike's hand. Jen pulled Mike's hand to her bosom. "Touch me," she said pleadingly. Mike cupped and fondled her breasts, rubbing her nipples like how he knew she liked best.

"Feels good," she moaned her eyes still on Mike, her orgasm so close. "Baby?" she said reaching for him, pulling him to her.

"Yeah?" Mike asked breathlessly.

"Kiss me baby," Jen said urgently. She pulled Mike to her lips as Danny continued to ram her. 

Jen pushed her tongue into Mike's mouth, her arms wrapped tightly around his neck. A moment later her body tensed and her back arched, and she moaned into Mike's mouth as she came on Danny's cock.

Danny fucked Jen through her orgasm. In fact he fucked her harder, pissed that Jen was paying so much attention to Mike and not him. 

Jen got lost in the hard fucking. She let go of Mike and wrapped her arms around Danny's neck, kissing him as he fucked her hard. "God Danny god, fuck me, god, Danny, Danny, fuck me!" she cried.

Mike got off the bed. He was horny beyond belief. But he was confused too, and felt guilty about Jasmine. He left the bedroom and went out to the living room. He closed the door and tried not to listen to their fucking as he mindlessly watched ESPN.




Life After We Pt. 07



But he was too horny. He got up and went back to the bedroom door. He didn't go back in, he couldn't handle that. He took his cock out and stroked himself as he heard the bed slamming against the wall and Jen's moans. He heard Jen chanting "Yeah Danny fuck me, god Danny, Danny, oh god ..." 

It took only moments and Mike came. But afterwards, with his lust no more a shield, he felt even more heartsick, and guilty about Jasmine. After cleaning up, he sat back on the sofa and mindlessly watched ESPN.

The fucking finally ended. Sometime later Danny came out, disheveled but dressed, looking satisfied. He picked up his beer from earlier and finished it. He looked at Mike and said "You're the ex-husband, right? I mean, I'm not an idiot."

"Yeah, I'm the ex-husband," Mike admitted. He felt drained of energy. He looked back at the TV although he wasn't watching.

"So what is this shit?" Danny asked. "What's between you two?"

"I don't know," Mike said. He shrugged. "We're fucked up."

"Yeah," Danny said with a laugh. "Whatever," he added not knowing what else to say. "I guess I'll see you around maybe."

"Yeah, maybe," Mike said. Then Danny left.

Mike heard the shower turn on. He starting flipping channels. 

Jen came out. Her hair was wet and she wore a big white fluffy cotton robe that went almost down to her ankles. "Hey," she said softly to him. She was reserved, and seemed just as confused and melancholy as Mike.

"That was intense," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said looking regretful. "I guess Jasmine might not like that."

"No," Mike said with a humorless laugh. "Clint?"

"No," Jen said with a laugh back. Looking down at her feet, in a regretful voice she said "I guess we shouldn't do that again."

"Yeah," Mike said.

They were silent for long moments. Finally Jen said "Can I sit?"

"Sure."

Jen sat next to Mike, her legs under her. She sat close to Mike, although she adjusted her robe so she was completely covered. As if trying to make normal conversation, she looked at the TV and said "What are you watching, the new Hunger Games movie?"

Mike focused on the TV as if seeing it for the first time. "I guess it's the second movie."

"Can I watch it with you?" Jen asked.

"Yeah, sure," Mike said.

They were silent watching the movie. Then Mike felt Jen leaned against him, put her head on his shoulder. "Tired ..." she said sleepily.

Mike was still for long moments, afraid to move. Then he put his arm around her. Jen snuggled into him, melting into him.

They stayed that way, Jen in Mike's arm, not saying anything, their eyes on the TV without watching the movie. Eventually they drifted off into sleep.

Later that night Mike woke up. He still had his arm around her. Jen was still snuggled into him, sleeping soundly.

Mike picked up Jen and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down, she was still sound asleep. He didn't take off her robe, not trusting himself. Instead he pulled the covers over her. He was about to go, but then he hesitated. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. As he did he whispered "I love you."

Jasmine flew back to New York on Friday. Mike met her at the airport and they taxied to her apartment. Jasmine excitedly told Mike about her week, and all the events she had planned for that weekend. 

"Jas, wait," Mike said dreading what he had to tell her. But he had to do this. Jasmine had been too good to him. He couldn't do this to her anymore. He didn't know if he had any future with Jen, beyond being just friends. But he couldn't continue to go with Jasmine while he loved someone else.

"What?" Jasmine said turning to Mike, a big smile on her beautiful face. Her smiled disappeared as she looked at Mike, turning to an inquiring look and then hurt and anger. It was written all over his face.

"You bastard!" she cried, slapping him hard across his face.

"I'm sorry Jas," Mike said feeling terrible. 

"You fucked her!" she said accusingly.

"I didn't!"

"But you still love her!" Jasmine choked out, knowing love was a million times worse than just sex. When Mike didn't deny it, she choked out "God Mike."

"I'm sorry Jas," Mike said. 

"Just get out!" she said angrily, her eyes wet.

Mike tried to think of something to say, but couldn't. What else was there to say? He felt like scum, the biggest asshole. He moved towards the door.

"Wait," Jasmine said. "You can't tell anyone."

"What?" Mike asked not understanding.

Jasmine looked his way, but she wasn't looking at him. Instead she was thinking, planning, calculating. "I need time to work this," she told him. "Just don't tell anyone."

"Okay," Mike agreed hesitantly. "How long?"

"Until I tell you!" Jasmine snapped. "Deidre will call you." Deidre was Jasmine's publicist. 

"Okay," Mike said. "I'm sorry Jasmine."

Jasmine shook her head derisively at him. "You're an idiot, you know that?" she said scornfully.



Life After We Pt. 08



The excitement spread rapidly through the advertising firm. With Memphis going well, along with Google, Kellogg and a few other new clients, the firm was prospering. Their complete turnaround was the buzz in the industry, and Jen got a lot of the kudos. She was being hailed as one of the top marketing stars in the country.

The partners decided to celebrate by doing an offsite in Vegas, a long weekend of team building, celebrating and partying. The firm's top performers were invited, and that included everyone on Jen's teams. "We should invite Mike Andrews," Johnny said during the partner meeting where they were deciding who would get invitations. Johnny was Jen's old boss and mentor.

"It's dangerous to associate with him," one of the partners said. He was among the group of detractors among the partnership who thought Mike was a traitor for what he did in Liberty-gate.

"Seriously?" Allie said sarcastically. "You don't mind using the Ring though, right?"

The partner scowled at Allie. But then he gave Jen an apologetic look. "I'm okay with whatever you want Jen," he said. All the partners looked at Jen, most of them nodding, agreeing it was her call. 

Jen hesitated for just a moment. "Of course we should invite him," she said.

Later that night at the loft apartment Jen invited Mike to the Vegas offsite. "Probably you shouldn't invite Jasmine," she said, feigning regret. She shrugged like it wasn't up to her. "It's supposed to be a team bonding thing, no spouses or significant others."

"Yeah, I get it," Mike said. Actually that made it easier, he wouldn't have to come up with a story why Jasmine wasn't there. He imagined seeing Jen in a skimpy bikini and flirting with her co-workers, like the last time he'd been in Vegas with her. "Definitely, I'm in," he said cheerfully.

Jen spent the next weekend with Clint. As usual, he was rough in bed. She liked it rough, she liked being out of control. Their sex was getting better and better. They were sexually compatible, Jen the submissive pretty blonde wanting to be taken, Clint the aggressive dominant well hung lawyer taking what he wanted. Clint was as good a lover as she ever had.

With recent events, Jen couldn't help thinking about Mike, comparing him to Clint. Clint was confident, outgoing and charismatic, a man's man. Mike was shy, awkward sometimes, a loner. She remembered in bed, Mike was rarely aggressive. Often he was passionate, but only in a gentle way. The few times he'd been rough with her, it was only because of something she'd done (like push his buttons too hard). 

"Your realtor's made progress," Clint said Saturday morning. He laid 3 contracts on the table. "You've gotten 3 offers on the apartment."

"Oh," Jen said surprised. Her eyes grew big as she looked at the offers. She hadn't realized the loft apartment was worth so much.

"With 3 offers we can play the buyers against each other," Clint said talking strategy. He tapped the contracts with his finger. "I'm sure we can up the offers by at least 15%."

"Um, okay," Jen said hesitantly.

"This is good right?" Clint asked.

"Yes, of course," Jen said.

"Arnie's made progress too," Clint announced. He pulled an 8 ½ x 11 manila envelope from his briefcase. "Your divorce papers," he said handing the envelope to Jen.

"So fast?" Jen said surprised.

"I told you Arnie's good," Clint said. "Actually it was easy. No fault, you've been separated over a year. You sign, Mike signs, we file the paper with the court. That's all it takes."

"Mike agreed?" Jen asked looking at the envelope in her hands.

"Sam agreed, he said he'd talk to Mike," Clint.

Jen nodded but didn't say anything, staring at the envelope.

Clint pulled the divorce agreement from the envelope and put it on the table. He handed her a pen. "Sign here," he said pointing to the signature line.

"Clint, wait, you're going too fast," Jen objected. "I haven't read it yet."

"It's straightforward honey," Clint told her gently but firmly. "No alimony, your only asset is the apartment." He gave her a "this is easy" shrug.

"Yeah but, I need to read it," Jen said. "What about Anna, custody?"

"Anna?" Clint said frowning on her. "What are you talking about? Mike's not the father, he has no rights."

"I mean ...," Jen sputtered. "I don't know the legal words. The settlement ... whatever you call it."

"I told you, settlement is easy," Clint said still frowning. "No debt, no alimony, you and Mike split the net proceeds of the loft apartment." He pushed the pen to Jen again.

"Clint I need to read it," Jen said bristling at his pushiness. "I can't read it with you looking over my shoulder."

"Okay, sorry," Clint said backing off, although he was clearly miffed. "I thought you wanted to get this done."

"I want it done right," Jen said. She put the paper in her bag.

"I'm sorry, I'm being the asshole lawyer," Clint said giving her an apologetic smile, his tone softening. He squeezed her arm and looked into her eyes. "I want to get pass this, so we can start."

"Um, I think we've already started," Jen said with a laugh, referring to their fantastic sex that morning and last night.

"You know what I mean," Clint said with a smile back. He brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her beautiful face. "I love you Jen." It was the first time he'd used the L word.

"Clint ... god ..." she said softly.

"I'm not asking you to say anything," he assured her. "I just wanted to say it, so you know. That I love you."

Jen looked down, shyly. "Okay," she said in the same soft voice.

"So I hear your firm is doing a Vegas junket," Clint said cheerfully, changing the subject. "Keri told me."

"Um, yeah, an off-site to celebrate turning the corner," Jen said. 

"Want company?" he asked grinning.

"Oh ah, I would honey, but it's supposed to be team building, just the firm," Jen said uncomfortably.

Clint tilted his head skeptically. "Keri and Jim are invited?" 

"Well yeah, Google's one of our biggest clients, Keri can do whatever she wants," Jen said with a laugh.

"I heard Mike's going," Clint said narrowing his eyes, his words like an accusation.

"Yeah but, I mean ... without Mike we don't get Memphis." She added, "The partners decided to invite him."

"I heard it was your decision," Clint said frowning at Jen. When she didn't say anything he said "Jen, I understand you need to work things out with Mike. I think I've been reasonable. But I have limits. Go to Vegas, do what you're going to do with Mike. But then that's it Jen. Then you need to make a decision."

"God Clint," Jen lamented in a soft voice. He was giving her an ultimatum? To help ease the tension she said "I'm wearing your ring." She was wearing the Jacob ring on her left hand; she'd moved it there from her right before Clint arrived.

"Will you wear it here until you get back from Vegas?" Clint asked, tapping the Jacob ring on her wedding ring finger.

"... yeah, okay," Jen said hesitantly.

Clint heard the hesitancy in her voice. He said "I know you have lingering feelings for Mike. I understand that, I still think about Sarah all the time." Sarah was Clint's first wife who died. "But you need to think it through Jen. Keri told me about Ricky, Scott and Tom. All those times you and Mike almost split up. Then you did split after Frankie. It must've hurt, all those times. Your marriage with Mike wasn't healthy. Do you really want to go through that again?"

"Keri said my marriage wasn't healthy?" Jen said dumbly, processing Clint's words.

Clint shrugged and said "Look at the facts Jen. You had another man's baby. Don't get me wrong, Anna's a great baby. But having another man's baby is wrong Jen. Think about Anna, what are you going to tell her when she's older?"

Jen was quiet when Mike arrived Monday morning. She was still thinking about Clint's words. He was right. Their game had been exciting and thrilling, but painful too. They'd repeatedly hurt each other, and other people too. And Anna ... what would she tell Anna?

She thought about the divorce papers in her bag. She should give Mike the papers, end it. That would be the smart thing. But something held her back.

Later that week Mike and Jen were watching TV after putting Anna down. The TV was mostly background noise, they were drinking wine and talking about current events, politics, new movies, music. 

They had a lot in common, it'd always been that way. Politically they were similar, both democrats, although Jen was probably farther to the left than Mike. They both loved movies. While they didn't always like the same movies, they both felt watching a bad movie was better than no movie at all. They didn't like all the same music, but they both enjoyed listening and talking about music and debating which bands were the best. Also, Jen had gotten Mike interested into classic bands like Springsteen and Fleetwood Mac so now he was a big fan. 

Now that they were talking again, their conversations were easy going and familiar, and they never ran out of things to talk about.

After work Jen had taken a shower and was now dressed in a short sleeve shirt and boy shorts. She noticed Mike stealing glances at her. She thought of Jasmine. Yes, she was beautiful and blonde, younger, had long legs and bigger breasts. But could she tease Mike as good? Did she know how to push his buttons?

"Hey, can I ask you something?" Jen said. "I'd like your opinion."

"Sure," Mike said.

Jen got up and turned around so her back was to him. She raised her top a few inches. "I'm thinking about making my tat bigger," she said. "What do you think?"

Mike's eyes darted between her firm ass (her ass looked so good in the body hugging boy shorts) to the jet black tribal. When he didn't answer Jen looked over her shoulder and repeated "What do you think?" As she said that she used her other hand to lower the boy shorts down an inch. Now, not only could Mike see the entire tattoo, he could also see the T of her lacy pink thong.

"I think that's a good idea," Mike managed to say, his throat suddenly dry. 

"How big?" Jen asked.

"How big?" Mike asked not understanding.

"Yeah, I mean ..." Jen took his hand and put it on her lower back, over the tat. "How long should I make it?"

"I guess, like how we saw it that time," Mike said. He slowly, softly traced a finger along the curls of the tribal, extending by an inch on one side, then moving all the way back, extending by an inch on the other side. "Like that." He continued to trace along the swirls of the tribal tattoo. "Want me to show you again?"

"Yeah," Jen said breathing harder.

Mike traced his finger again along the curls of the tattoo, one inch to the right, and then one to the left. "Like that," he said.

"Should it go lower?" Jen asked. She pulled the boy shorts down revealing the upper half of her tight ass cheeks.

Mike wrapped a finger into the sides her thong and pulled it down. Now the top half of her ass was completely exposed. Then he traced his finger along the curls of the tribal. This time though he swirled his finger tip downward, tracing just above her ass and then down between her ass cheeks. "You mean like that?" he asked.

"Yeah, like that," she said barely able to talk.

"No, don't do that," Mike said, still caressing up and down between her ass cheeks.

Jen let him touch her. Finally she pulled her thong and boy shorts back up. "I think you're right," she said in a low voice. She turned around, so she was facing him. They were just a few inches apart. His eyes were on her pussy. Teasing and his touching had gotten her hot. Her pussy lips were swollen and camel toed in the boy shorts.

Mike so wanted to stroke her pussy. He sensed she was his if he wanted. God he wanted to fuck her!

But he couldn't get out of his head that she was playing the game. Now though, Clint was her man. After all, she was wearing his ring on her wedding ring finger, they were practically engaged. He was just the temporary fuck buddy. Mike didn't want that. He knew where that ended. It ended with Jen with Clint, and he with his heart broken. 

Jen waited, not moving, silently inviting Mike to take her. But he didn't do anything. Finally Jen stepped away, feeling foolish. Yes, she could tease him to distraction, she knew all his buttons. But he was too good a guy, he wouldn't cheat on Jasmine. 

The next day Mike thought about Vegas. What was the point of going? He understood the script now. He'd dick with Jen, she'd dick with him. They'd both get hot. Probably he could fuck her if he wanted (he didn't have to worry about Jasmine anymore, and it seemed like Jen could do anything she wanted with her open relationship with Clint). But why go there? There was no long term benefit. Clint was her man now, not him. 

As the day wore on Mike went back and forth about Vegas. He remembered their last time in Vegas, how Jen and others strutted around completely nude at Caesars's Venus pool. And then the show she and Allie put on for him. Why not go and enjoy it? If Jen was really serious about Clint, this might be his last chance for something like this with her.

He thought more about it. "If I'm really going to do this ..." He got on his computer and hacked into the Venetian reservation system. The entire group was booked into rooms all clustered together in the same block. 

Mike changed his and Jen's rooms. He moved them away from the rest of the group, and made them side-by-side rooms with a connecting door.

Later that day there was a knock at the door. Mike was alone in the loft apartment. Jen's older sister Emma had picked up Anna the day before, she was taking care of the baby during the Vegas off-site. Mike opened the door. It was Jasmine.

"Hi," Mike said surprised. She'd never visited him at the loft apartment before, probably because it was Jen's home turf.

"Can I come in?" Jasmine asked.

"Yeah, of course," Mike said, moving to the side to let her in.

She was carrying a small box. "You left these in my apartment," she said handing him the box. She walked around the loft apartment, looking at the high ceilings and exposed brick walls. She abruptly asked "So are you and Jen back together?"

"She's with someone else," Mike told her.

Jasmine shook her head and laughed. It wasn't a kind laugh. "God Mike you and Jen are so fucked up." She shook her head again and said bitterly, "So I guess I was the rebound girlfriend, right?" 

Mike didn't know how to respond. He finally said "I'm sorry I hurt you."

"Don't flatter yourself, you don't mean enough to hurt me," Jasmine said dismissively. "I just want to know where you think this is going to end."

"What?" Mike said not understanding.

"You and Jen, where do you think it'll end?" Jasmine asked bitterly. "I'm a reporter, I want to know how the story ends."

"Jas ..." Mike said with a grimace. "Do we have to do this?"

"She's with Clint, that lawyer who looks like Clint Eastwood," Jasmine said having done her homework. "You don't really think you stand a chance, do you? He's rich, handsome, powerful. The San Francisco Magazine rated him one of the top bachelors in Silicon Valley."

"What's your point?" Mike asked irritably.

"You're an idiot, that's my point," Jasmine said scornfully. "You had everything. The Apple Code Master job. Powerful people wanting to be your friend. A million dollar advance on a book. Me. And you throw it all away for a slut who had another man's baby. Real smart Mike."

"Jasmine I want you to leave," Mike growled, barely holding back his anger.

"Whatever," Jasmine said, looking contemptuously at Mike. "Deidre will call you. In two weeks we'll make a joint statement. A mutual breakup, friends forever, bullshit like that. Until then you don't say anything to anyone. You at least owe me that."

"Fine, okay," Mike said, wanting Jasmine gone.

"You know what's really sad Mike?" she said, emotion finally coming to the surface and making her voice crack. "She doesn't love you, she loves Clint." She looked down, barely holding back tears. "I never had a chance with you, did I?"

"Jasmine ..." Mike said. He hugged her consolingly.

Just then the door opened. It was Jen, home from work. "Oh," she said seeing Mike hugging Jasmine. "I'm sorry, I'll come back," she said stepping away and closing the door.

"No, I'm leaving," Jasmine said to Jen. She gave Mike a long look, then she hurriedly left, squeezing by Jen at the door.

Jen watched Jasmine go. Then she stepped in and closed the door. "Sorry I interrupted ..."

"That's okay," Mike said. 

They were silent for long moments. Finally Jen said "Looked intense."

"Yeah," Mike said, still reeling from the conversation with Jasmine. He felt so terrible, such an asshole. "After all she did for me ..." he thought to himself.

"She's not happy you're going to Vegas without her?" Jen asked.

"She's not happy about a lot of things," Mike said with a shrug.

Jen nodded. "Love sucks sometimes, huh?"

"Yeah."

Jen sat down. "I resented Jasmine you know," she said. "When you were in jail."

"What?" Mike said sitting across from her.

"You always were my hero, coming to my rescue," Jen said, looking sad as she remembered. "You were in trouble, I wanted to be your hero. But Jasmine saved you, not me. Then ... I made it all worse."

Mike didn't say anything. There was nothing to say, because everything Jen said was the truth.

After long moments, Mike got up and said "I think I'll go to bed." Trying to ease the tension he smiled and joked "Not sure how much sleep I'll get in Vegas." They were leaving the next morning.

"Yeah, okay," Jen said standing up too. She looked sad, regretful. Mike wished he could say something to make her feel better. He wished he could've said something to make Jasmine feel better. But for both girls, no words came to him.

It took Jen a long time to fall asleep. For the millionth - kazillionth time - she thought about all the mistakes she made while Mike was in jail. She also thought about the conversation between Mike and Jasmine she interrupted. She sensed something was up. What was going on between them?

The next morning Mike and Jen shared a cab to the airport. They didn't talk much, the seriousness and melancholy of the night before carrying over.

Most of the people going to Vegas (including Mike and Jen) flew on the same plane. Jen flew in first class with the other partners and senior management, like Scott. Mike flew in coach. He didn't mind, the flight was free (Jen's firm was paying for everything) and he had an entire row to himself. He took advantage of the room by sitting in the middle of a 3 seat row.

He was still reeling from the emotional blowback of yesterday with Jasmine. He'd been cruel to her, an ass. But he couldn't do anything about it. Maybe someday he could make it up to her. He doubted it though. 

The conversation with Jen had been just as bad. He didn't blame Jen, not anymore. But he sensed there was nothing he could say to make her feel better.

Forcing yesterday from his thoughts, he closed his eyes and thought about his plan for making money. It would have to be carefully done, and he still wasn't sure it was the right thing to do. He thought about talking to Sam. In fact, he would definitely need to talk to his lawyer. But what he really needed was a moral compass, to help him sift through right and wrong. Really, there was only one person in the world he wanted to talk to.

With nothing else to do, Mike took out his iPad. He put in the earphones and began watching a movie.

Just then Jen approached. "Hey you," she said to Mike. "Can we talk a sec?"

"Sure," Mike said, happy to see her. Rather than sitting in the aisle seat, Jen squeezed passed Mike and sat in the window seat. 

"I wanted to apologize for yesterday," she told him. "You were going through major drama with Jasmine, and I turned it around about me. I'm sorry, I'm a spoiled brat sometimes."




Life After We Pt. 08



"Around me, right?" Mike said with a laugh.

"Probably with everyone, but mostly around you," Jen said returning his laugh. Turning serious she said "I was a terrible friend yesterday. Do you want to talk about it? What you and Jasmine were talking about?"

Mike hesitated. He didn't want to tell Jen he broke up with Jasmine. First because he promised Jasmine he wouldn't tell anyone. Second, because somehow, he felt Jen might think less of him if she knew he was now girlfriend-less. She'd eventually find out of course, but he preferred it be after this Vegas off-site.

"I can't really say," Mike said, laughing to soften his refusal to confine in her.

Jen frowned, but she quickly replaced it with a crooked grin. "Some JasMike intrigue huh?"

"I guess," Mike said with another feigned laugh. Wanting to change the subject, he said "Will you do me a favor? Can we stop thinking about what happened while I was in jail? We're passed it now, what's done is done."

Jen was silent for a moment. "... it's kinda hard to do that," she said hesitantly, looking sad and regretful again.

"Then let's agree not to think about it this weekend," Mike said trying to sound extra cheerful. "I'm looking forward to hanging out with you."

Jen gave him a crooked grin, a genuine one this time. "Okay," she agreed. She looked at his iPad. "What are you watching?"

"The Tom Cruise movie, Edge of Tomorrow," Mike said.

"Can I watch it with you?" she asked. 

"You probably won't like it, it's science fiction," Mike warned.

Jen shrugged. She took one of the ear buds and put it in her ear. Mike put the other in his ear, and they watched the movie, their heads close together and almost touching. Jen thought the movie was okay, but she was sleepy from her restless night. She leaned her head on Mike's shoulder and fell asleep. 

Like the other night, Mike froze when he felt Jen's head on his shoulder. But eventually he put his arm around Jen. Half asleep, Jen raised the arm rest, then snuggled into Mike. They stayed that way the rest of the flight, Jen sleeping in Mike's arm.

Their actions didn't go unnoticed by the others on the flight. "What the fuck's going on between Jen and Mike?" Scott said to Allie, having seen them sitting together a moment ago. "They split right? Jen's with that lawyer and Mike's with Jasmine Kelly?"

"I don't know," Allie said, frowning. She worried about her best friend Jen. She worried about Mike too. She worried someone - maybe both of them - was going to get really hurt. Jen couldn't have a meltdown like before, not with Anna.

As they neared McCarron airport, Mike gently shook Jen. "We're about to land," he said softly. Jen had drooled a little while sleeping. Mike took a napkin and wiped the corner of her mouth.

"Thanks," Jen said embarrassed.

Mike gave her a "don't worry about it" smile.

"How did the movie end?" she asked. "Did Tom and the girl end up together?"

"The movie was about saving the human race from alien invaders," Mike said with a laugh.

"No, the movie was a romance in the context of a war between the human race and alien invaders," Jen corrected him. "So did he get the girl?"

"It's hard to tell from the ending," Mike said with another laugh.

"Oh my god, I guess I'll have to watch it," Jen said rolling her eyes with playful exasperation. They smiled at each other and then Jen said "I guess I better get back to my seat. We have meetings this afternoon." There were a lot of team building and strategy meetings planned. As just an honorary guest, Mike wasn't expected to attend. He was invited to all the social functions of course.

"No worries," Mike assured her. The last thing he wanted was to go to team building activities, that wasn't his thing.

Jen squeezed by him to get back to the aisle. "See you later," she whispered, her lips almost touching his ear.

Keri met Jen at the airport in a limo. Jen thought about inviting Mike for a ride to the hotel but she saw him get into a cab with Steve. That was actually good, she wanted to talk to Keri alone.

"Have you heard anything about Mike and Jasmine?" Jen asked.

"What do you mean?" Keri asked.

"I think something's up," Jen said voicing her suspicions. 

"Do you want me to ask around?" Keri asked.

Jen nodded. She looked annoyed.

"Is something wrong?" Keri said sensing her young friend's mood.

Jen didn't say anything at first, her irritation growing. Finally she said "You tell Clint too much."

"What?"

"Scott, Tom, Frankie," Jen said. "What have you NOT told him?"

"Jen honey come on," Keri said giving her a helpless gesture. "Clint is crazy about you. He asks a lot of questions, I've known him for years, what can I do?"

Jen huffed irritably. She understood where Keri was coming from but it still annoyed her. She said accusingly, "Did you call my marriage unhealthy?"

"Jen I never said that," Keri assured her. "If Clint said that, those were his words. But honey ... your ex-marriage, right?"

"Why do you hate Mike?" Jen shot out.

Keri looked stunned. "Why do you think I hate Mike?" She looked at Jen as if trying to read her mind. "Jen what's going on? Do you want to get back together with Mike?"

Jen didn't say anything, suddenly wary. Keri and Jim were good friends with Clint.

Sensing her concern, Keri said reassuringly, "Clint's a big boy, he can take care of himself. I'm worried about you honey."

"I'm a big girl too," Jen said.

"Jen come on," Keri said squeezing her hand. "Don't lose your heart in Mike. Remember how bad you got, after he left you."

"It was postpartum depression, I got over it," Jen insisted.

"It was more than that honey," Keri said remembering. "And you haven't gotten over it. You've never gotten over it."

"What are you talking about?"

"You're still not over Mike," Keri said. "Allie thinks the same thing."

Jen narrowed her eyes. So Keri and Allie talked behind her back?

"Jen we love you," Keri said reading her friend's thoughts. "We don't want you hurt again."

"I can take care of myself," Jen said stubbornly.

"Jen honey, Mike is with Jasmine," Keri implored. 

"She's using him," Jen spit out.

"Of course she's using him," Keri said pointing out the obvious. "But you know her right? You think she's going to let him go?" Then Keri shrugged. "Honestly I do think she has feelings for him." When Jen glared at her, she quickly added "I'm just telling you what I think."

When Jen didn't say anything, Keri tapped Clint's Jacob ring on Jen's wedding ring finger. "You're wearing this here?"

Jen shrugged.

"Want me to tell you something?" Keri gently said.

Jen looked at Keri expectantly. "Well go ahead!" she said impatiently. Keri had this annoying thing about asking if should could tell you something, before telling you.

"Clint bought an engagement ring," Keri confided. "He's waiting for the right moment to ask you."

"Oh god," Jen lamented.

"Think about it Jen," Keri implored. "Clint would be a good husband, and a good father to Anna. What you're doing with Mike ... I get it's fun. But it's not love. You know that, right?" 

They had meetings at the Venetian for a couple of hours. As the meeting broke up Jen went to Steve. "Did Mike say where he was going?" she asked.

"He said he was going to read a book at the pool," Steve said.

"Oh okay," Jen said. She went up to her room to put on her bathing suit.

"Where's Jen going?" a few people asked Steve. It was like in high school, everyone wanted to know where the popular girl (their "boss lady") was going. When Steve said the pool, everyone decided to head to the pool.

In her room, Jen put on a bright pink string bikini. She brushed out her long blonde hair until it was a silky luster. She put on a cover up, which was like a super short tube top dress. She completed the outfit by stepping into pink high heels. She threw a small bag over her shoulder and headed for the pool.

Most everyone was already there, drinking, partying, splashing in the pool. Jen chatted for a few minutes, her eyes scanning the pool deck. She spotted Mike, sitting by himself on the far side. She walked over, politely declining invitations from Scott, Leo, Owen and other guys to jump in the pool and hang out.

"Hey you, whatcha doing?" Jen asked bumping her hip against Mike's shoulder. 

"Hey," Mike said smiling as he looked up from his Kindle. "Just reading a book."

"You found your Kindle?" Jen asked with a knowing grin. She took off the cover up and tossed it on the recliner next to Mike's.

"Oh ah, yeah," Mike said awkwardly, remembering the lie he'd told her.

Jen frowned seeing Mike's nose and shoulders. "You're getting burnt," she observed. She pulled suntan lotion from her bag. "Here," she said getting on her knees next to him in the recliner. She rubbed lotion into his shoulders and chest. It was more a massage than just putting on lotion. As she massaged him she appraised his body. He was finally gaining weight, and he was getting more muscular definition from working out at her gym (he was regularly working out now).

"I really notice the working out," Jen gushed as she massaged his chest.

"Yeah?" Mike asked, enjoying the massage. It felt really good!

"Yeah, I really do," she said admiringly, rubbing his pecs and biceps. She smiled into his eyes and said "You look really good Mike." As Mike smiled back, Jen ran her hands over his stomach. Moving down, her fingertips flittered lightly over the side of his bathing suit, and then she began rubbing lotion on his legs.

"I can do that," Mike said.

"I've got it, just relax," she said still smiling at him. She massaged back and forth over his bad leg. "Feel good?" 

"Yeah," Mike sighed. It felt wonderful as she worked out the kinks. 

Eventually Jen's rubbing became lighter, featherlike, turning from a massage to caressing up and down his legs. She felt his legs tense. "Just relax," she said softly, caressing his legs. She looked into his eyes and lightly ran her fingernails up his sensitive inner thighs. "Feel good?" she asked in the same soft voice.

Mike didn't answer, but his heavy breathing answered her question. She ran her fingers just inside the legs of his bathing suit. "Does it?" she asked again.

"Jen ..." he said, her name coming out like a moan. He was getting hard, and his cheeks flushed red at the embarrassing prospect of pulling a tent in front of everyone.

"Sorry," Jen said as she finally stopped, her eyes on his crotch and the beginnings of an erection. She stepped out of the high heels and laid down on the recliner next to him, on her stomach. "Do my back?" she asked.

Mike hurriedly poured lotion on his hands. As he always did with Jen, he rubbed his hands together to warm the lotion. Then he rubbed lotion into Jen's sexy back. Jen reached behind her and pulled the strings of her bikini. "You know I hate tan lines," she said. Then she stretched her hands over her head. "Do a good job okay?" she said closing her eyes. "I don't want to get burned."

"Yeah," Mike said, his heart pounding. From where he was sitting, he could see the side of her bare breasts. He rubbed the lotion up and down her back, looking at her breast and getting harder and harder.

Mike rubbed lotion on her tattoo. With it slick with the lotion, he traced the curls of the tribal with his finger.

Jen opened her eyes and said "You like it don't you?"

"Yeah," Mike admitted, continuing to trace the curls with his fingertips, his eyes moving from the tat to her sexy butt and back again.

"I'm thinking about getting it bigger tomorrow," she said. "Want to come?"

"Sure," Mike said eagerly. "When you got this one," he said still tracing the curls, "did Scott go with you?"

"God you're so obsessed with him," Jen said with a laugh. She folded her arms under her head, the movement causing her to raise slightly off the recliner. Now he could see her nipple!

"No he didn't go with me," Jen said. But Mike didn't hear, he was too intent at looking at Jen's bare nipple. "Hey," she said softly, smiling at him. "I'm up here."

"Sorry," Mike said, finally tearing his eyes from Jen's naked breast and looking at her face. Seeing her smile, he smiled back.

"I said I went by myself," Jen said.

Mike frowned at that. "It's a rough neighborhood, you shouldn't have gone alone," he said.

"Well, this time you're going, right?" she said.

"Yeah," he said grinning at her again. He ran his finger along the waist of her bright pink bikini bottom. "Is this new?"

She nodded. "I got new ones for this trip."

Mike nodded, looking at her bikini bottom. While not a thong, the legs were sharply cut so it revealed a lot of her tight ass. "I like it," he said rubbing lotion on her exposed cheeks.

"I can tell," she said with a giggle.

He moved down the chair. Getting more lotion, he ran his hands up and down her long, slim, fabulous legs. As she'd done, eventually the rubbing became more like caresses. He lightly caressed circles behind her knees, knowing that was one of her major erogenous zones (super sensitive like behind her neck and her ear). Then he lightly moved his fingertips up her inner thighs. 

"Open your legs a little," he whispered, his voice hoarse from excitement. Jen slightly parted her legs. Mike ran his fingertips all the way up her thighs. He reached under her slightly and stroked her pussy over her bathing suit.

"Mike ..." she moaned.

He rubbed her for long moments. He felt the material of her bikini bottom get moist. He said "Turn over."

Jen thought of her untied top. She said "It's not a topless pool."

Mike helped her tie her top, then he said again "Turn over."

Jen was practically gasping when she turned over. Mike's eyes focused on her bottoms. Her excited pussy was camel toed in the moist material. 

They were alone in this quiet corner, although a lot of eyes were watching them from across the pool. Mike didn't notice or care about the people looking. He caressed Jen's leg, up her inner thigh, and then gently rubbed between her pussy lips camel toed in her bikini bottoms.

Jen's cheeks flushed and her breathing got heavier. She had a major cum face on. She noticed her friends and co-workers looking intently at them from across the pool. She squeezed her legs together and said "Maybe we better stop."

"Yeah," Mike said, although he was clearly disappointed. "How about the pool?"

Jen nodded agreement. They definitely needed to cool off!

They jumped into the pool, laughing like school kids. They hung out at the edge of the pool next to their recliners, their legs floating in the water while they held onto the side. "I've got something we can do," Jen said reaching into her bag. She pulled out a deck of water proof cards. "Crazy 8s," she said.

"What's that?" Mike asked.

"You don't know how to play Crazy 8s?" Jen said gawking at him. "You're 31 years old, how is that even possible?" 

Mike tried to think of a clever retort but nothing came to mind. For Mike, those clever things to say only occurred to him later. So he just laughed and said "I don't know."

"God," Jen said giving him a playful grin. She taught him the rules and for the next hour they played Crazy 8s, laughing and talking and playing footsies under the water.

"Do you see what I'm seeing?" Keri said looking worriedly at Mike and Jen from across the pool.

"Yeah," Allie said, watching them too.

"Something's going on in Jasmine's camp," Keri informed her, having asked around. "They're not saying anything, like they're planning a big announcement."

"What announcement?" Allie asked.

"Like an engagement announcement," Keri said worriedly. It was clear Jen was opening her heart to Mike. If she fell in love with him again, and then Mike and Jasmine got engaged, she'd be devastated. Again! Just like before, after Mike left her a year ago.

"Do you think this is one last fling for Mike?" Keri asked worriedly. "One last fling with Jen, then he marries Jasmine?"

Allie shook her head. She'd known Mike a long time. "That doesn't sound like Mike," she said skeptically. 

Mike and Jen finally got out of the pool. They toweled off and laid on their recliners. They laid on their sides, looking at each other.

"That was fun," Mike said smiling into her eyes.

"Tomorrow I'll teach you checkers," Jen teased, smiling back.

Mike laughed. He looked down Jen's body. God she was so sexy ... achingly sexy. 

They were sitting close together. Mike couldn't resist. He reached up and caressed her breast. Her hot pink bikini top was unlined, so it was almost like caressing her bare skin. Her nipple quickly got hard and dented the thin fabric. Mike rubbed and caressed circles around it.

"You're bad," Jen moaned, her breathing getting hard again.

Mike reached a finger into the bikini and tugged the cup down, exposing most of her breast including her hard nipple.

"Mike," Jen whispered in a chastising tone.

"No one can see," Mike whispered back. He was right, they were sitting too close together for people to see. Still ...

Jen's breath caught as he fondled her bare breast and nipple. "You like showing me off, don't you?"

"I know you like it too," Mike said smiling at her. There was something in his eyes. He wasn't just asking about showing her off. He was asking about playing the game.

"Don't you?" he pressed.

His gaze was so intense, Jen couldn't help but look down almost modestly. She smiled and said "It doesn't suck." She pushed his hand away - giving him a playful scowl - and fixed her top. "I'm supposed to be the boss."

"The boss lady," Mike said smiling.

"Yeah," Jen said smiling back.

But Mike wasn't done touching her body. He looked down her slim and shapely body. "I think I missed a spot," he said grinning, picking up the suntan lotion.

"Where?" Jen said with a smile. 

Mike got up and moved to the end of the recliner. He got lotion and rubbed Jen's petite, pretty feet.

"Oh I've missed your foot massages," she said with a sigh, closing her eyes and enjoying the massage.

Mike spent a lot of time on her feet, then he caressed her ankles and began moving up her calves. "Um, maybe we better not start that again," she said with a laugh pulling her feet away. Her pussy was tingling. 

"Okay," Mike said reluctantly pulling his hands away. He was rock hard but he didn't care if people saw.

Jen sat up. She put the high heels back on, then she laid back down on the recliner.

Mike's heart pounded as he watched Jen sit back on the recliner and stretch out her long legs. His eyes lingered on her feet in the pink stiletto high heels. "You're already getting tanned," he said brushing her upper arm with his fingertips.

"You know I always tan fast," she said smiling into his eyes.

Mike continued to stroke her arm as he looked up and down her amazing body. His eyes lingered on her hot pink high heels. "You look really good Jen," he said admiringly.

"Yeah?" she said clearly liking his exclusive attention. She gave him a teasing smile. "What do you like best?"

Mike said the first thing that came to mind. "The way you wear high heels with a bikini."

"Yeah?" Jen said. She teasingly allowed the high heel to slip from her right foot so it hung from her toes. "You like this?"

Mike couldn't take it anymore. He was going to burst! "I'll be back," he said abruptly getting up.

Startled Jen said "Are you coming back?"

"I'll be back," Mike said. He jumped in the pool, the cold water taking care of his erection but not his lust. He hurriedly walked through the pool. He got out, toweled off and then went into the Venetian.

He hurried to his room. In the bathroom he pulled down his trunks, his hard cock aimed at the toilet bowl. He desperately needed an orgasm! He stroked himself and came after a few moments, the memory of the pink high heel dangling from Jen's pretty toes etched into his head.




Life After We Pt. 08



After cumming, he gasped trying to catch his breath. With the rationality that comes after having an orgasm, he knew he was being an idiot. Jen was playing the game. Now though, he was the "Tom" or "Drums" and Clint was the "Mike." It was fun, thrilling, but no future in it. 

He now appreciated how hard it was to be the "boyfriend" in Jen's game. It was an emotional rollercoaster. She was a very easy girl to fall in love with. How could any man she targeted not fall in love? But any affection - any love - she gave back was fake. For Jen it was all just a delightful, thrilling game. She was wearing Clint's ring on her left hand for god's sake! She was definitely being fair. She was saying "I'll play with you this weekend Mike, just know I'm Clint's girl."

Back at the pool, seeing Mike gone, Keri approached Jen. "Jen I need to tell you something," the older woman said. She told Jen how Jasmine Kelly's camp had gone silent like they were planning something.

"It doesn't mean anything," Jen said as if in denial. "Maybe they're going to announce her promotion to London anchor."

"She already got that promotion," Keri said gently. "They announced that weeks ago."

"Maybe they're silent because they don't have anything to say," Jen said.

"This is Jasmine Kelly, she always has something to say," Keri said. "No, they're getting ready for a big announcement. I can feel it. I know you can too."

Jen nodded. It was classic marketing. You go silent before a big announcement. The silence gets people excited, making the announcement even bigger. It was all about making the message the reality.

"You think she's going to announce she's engaged to Mike," Jen said reading Keri's mind.

"I don't know," Keri admitted, being honest. She said gently, "I'm just saying, be careful with Mike. There's a reason why you're wearing Clint's ring. You have feelings for him right? Open your heart to Clint honey. Give him a chance."

Jen nodded, despondent and confused. Was it true? Mike was (or was soon to be) engaged to Jasmine? She remembered the intense conversation between Mike and Jasmine she interrupted, and how Mike wouldn't tell her what it was about.

Jen didn't know what to think. She suddenly wanted to be somewhere else. Like, oblivion. She went to the bar and ordered a Cosmo. She drank half in a single gulp.

"Hey take it easy girlfriend," Allie said walking up. "This is Vegas, you've got to pace yourself." 

Jen said "Allie do you think I'm being stupid?" 

"Sometimes," Allie said with a crooked grin. "You're blonde right?"

Jen couldn't help smiling. It was an old joke between them. "Keri thinks I should marry Clint," she said.

"It's fast but ... Anna needs a father," Allie said. She added gently "I think you need a husband too. Do you love him?" 

"I guess, sorta," Jen said. She finished the Cosmo and ordered another one.

"Sorta?" Allie said with a laugh. They were silent as the bartender arrived with Jen's new Cosmo. She took another big gulp.

"Are you trying to get drunk?" Allie said with an incredulous laugh. Jen shrugged and took another drink (a sip this time).

Allie said "You can't go wrong with Clint. He'll take care of you." She laughed seeing Jen's half empty martini glass. "You need a lot of taking care of."

Jen looked down. "What do you think of Mike?" she asked hesitantly, almost not wanting to hear her best friend's answer.

"I think he's a lot of drama," Allie said frankly. She added with a laugh "Of course you're a Drama Queen."

"You never liked us together," Jen said, feeling half drunk.

Allie tilted her head as she looked at her friend. She said, "I gifted you a song." 

"What?" 

"I gifted you a song, on iTunes," Allie explained. "You like Pink?"

"Um, I don't know, I guess," Jen said. 

The bartender came back. "Another one?" he asked Jen, looking at her mostly empty martini glass.

"She's had enough," Allie told the bartender.

"I'm fine Allie!" Jen hissed. She wasn't in the mood to be handled. "Yes, another one," she told the bartender.

Allie sighed, thinking that Jen was more drama than Mike. Behind Jen, she motioned two fingers close together, telling the bartender to go easy on the alcohol. The bartender gave a subtle nod and put half the usual vodka in Jen's Cosmo.

Allie went back to the group. Jen huffed and said under her breath, "I'm fine, I can handle myself." But she felt unsteady in the high heels and had to sit down. She decided maybe the third Cosmo WAS too much and pushed it away, asking the bartender for a big glass of ice water. As she sipped the water she downloaded the Pink song on her iPhone. She listened to it. 

Then she listened to it again. And again. And again.

She walked hurriedly over to Allie, the song sobering her. "Do you really think so?" Jen asked urgently.

Allie smiled and hugged Jen. Then she whispered something in Jen's ear.

Tears welled up in Jen's eyes. She hugged Allie tight. Barely holding back tears she said "Thank you!"

Just then Mike arrived. "Everything okay?" he asked scoping out the scene.

"Yeah I'm ah kinda drunk," Jen said with a giggle, clutching Mike's arm for support.

"How'd you get drunk?" Mike asked. He'd been gone less than 30 minutes.

"This is Jen," Allie said with a laugh. Mike had to admit, that WAS all the explanation needed.

Jen's friends and co-workers crowded around them. Mike didn't like being the center of attention, especially among these "beautiful" people. He would never get over feeling uncomfortable around "The Populars."

Jen sensed that. She also didn't want to hang around her group (even though that was the whole point of the off-site). "We better get back to our stuff," she told Mike. She held onto his arm as they walked back, because she still felt tipsy, and because ... well because she wanted to.

At their chairs, Jen didn't want to be at the pool anymore. There were too many prying eyes, like Keri's. "Wanna go to the casino?" she asked Mike.

"Don't we have to change?" Mike asked.

Jen looked at him. He was in a casual resort shirt, swim trunks and worn LL Bean loafers. "You're fine, you look cute," she said smiling at him.

Jen threw her stuff in her bag. "I'll hold that," Mike offered, taking the bag from her. He threw in his Kindle and put the bag over his shoulder.

Jen wiggled into her cover up, then she brushed her hair and put on lip gloss. She noticed Mike watched her intently, his eyes on her sexy lips. Feeling like teasing, she took off her bikini top. "Can you put this in the bag?" she said handing Mike the top. 

"Yeah, sure," Mike said his throat suddenly dry. He couldn't help looking at Jen's chest. Her nipples dented the thin material of the tube top dress.

"Hey you, I'm up here," she said smiling at him. She playfully bumped her hip against him.

As they walked through the casino, they didn't hold hands, but they walked close together. Jen got a lot of stares. In addition to being clearly braless, the tube top dress (meant as a cover up) showed off most of her sexy long legs. With her long blonde hair, beautiful innocent face and pink high heels, she looked like Barbie walking through the Venetian.

They settled on a quarter slot machine. Mike wasn't much of a gambler, so he watched Jen as she played. The slot machines were mostly empty around them, but they soon filled up. The gamblers around them seemed more interested in staring at Jen's tits and long legs than playing the slots. 

The way Jen was sitting, her hot pink bikini bottom showed a little under the tube top dress. It wasn't a big deal, it was a bathing suit after all. But then Mike realized the men around them didn't know it was a bathing suit. They must think she was flashing her panties.

"Can you do something?" Mike whispered into her ear. He felt so lustful! "Take off your bottoms."

Jen tilted her head at Mike, momentarily not understanding. Then she noticed the men around them, looking at her. She got it. "You're so bad Mike," she whispered back. She got up and walked to the bathroom.

Mike felt lightheaded with voyeuristic lust. While he waited a waitress came by. She wore the standard outfit of many of the Venetian waitresses: a black bustier, leather short shorts and nude, opaque pantyhose, along with black high heels. 

"Anything to drink?" the waitress asked Mike. Mike gave the waitress a subtle up and down look. She was pretty with brown hair to her shoulders. Busty with shapely legs. 

"Can we get a single malt scotch, and a white wine?" Mike asked.

"You bet," the waitress said. She gave Mike a look the way people do when they think they recognize you. But she went away to get the drinks without saying anything more.

"My god I feel so exposed," Jen whispered when she got back. But she wore a delighted, excited smile. She sat on the stool next to Mike. She crossed her legs and quickly fixed her skirt. But the tube top dress was so short it showed off most of her legs, and she struggled to avoid flashing her ass to the men behind her. 

Mike looked down. The dress was so short he could see her pussy!

"Can you at least look at my face?" Jen said with an embarrassed, exasperated smile on her pretty face. She tugged her dress down in front, but if she tugged down too hard she might end up flashing her breasts. She definitely felt exposed!

Mike moved his stool closer so their knees almost touched. He reached under Jen's dress and lightly stroked her landing strip. "You've got this again," he said.

"Are you really doing this here?" she said with a helpless, exasperated smile, nervously looking back and forth at the men around them.

"They can't see anything," Mike pointed out with a grin. The closest man was 20 feet away and to Jen's side. "Have long have you had this?" he asked stroking the trimmed landing strip.

"Mike ..." Jen said pleadingly.

"Come on, play along," Mike said grinning. "You'll never see them again."

Jen glanced around nervously again. All the men were older, in their 40s and 50s, overweight, balding. And they all looked lustfully at her. She couldn't help shivering! 

"You know me," she finally said. "This way men know I'm a natural blonde."

"Do you tell guys that?" he asked stroking her.

"I think it means more to you than anyone else," she said with a laugh. She closed her eyes as Mike rubbed over her clit. "God Mike ..."

"Open your legs," Mike told her.

"Are you really doing this to me here?" Jen asked, uncrossing her legs but keeping her thighs pressed tight together.

Mike dug his hand in between her legs. He stuck a finger into her. She was soaking wet! He finger fucked her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. "I want you to cum in front of these guys," he told her.

"Seriously?" she said weakly, a desperate look coming to her face. She tried to be quiet but she couldn't help it. "God Mike ..." she softly moaned, her body responding to the naughty scene of the old fat men watching as she got finger fucked.

Mike rubbed her clit harder and faster, the way she liked it. Jen grabbed his arm for support, digging her nails into his forearm as she got to the brink. Then suddenly her body shuddered as Mike's fingers pushed her over the edge, Jen barely able to keep from screaming as her orgasm ripped through her body.

Jen collapsed into Mike's arms, panting. She gave the men behind her a quick flash of her sexy ass before Mike pulled down her skirt. "Mike?" she said weakly. "Make them go away." She buried her face in his chest, not wanting to have to look in the faces of the watchers.

"Show's over guys," Mike said to the men, his arms protectively around Jen. When they hesitated, he said "Come on, give the girl some room." The men reluctantly went away.

Jen finally sat up, her breathing returning to normal. "You're so bad," she said grinning at him.

Just then the waitress returned with their drinks. "Jen?" the waitress said to Jen.

Jen looked at the waitress. "Oh my god, Emily!" The two girls hugged. "I thought you worked at the Wynn."

"I changed jobs, Venetian pays better," Emily said. She looked at Mike and then back to Jen.

"Emily, this is Mike, he's ah, he's my ex-husband," Jen said, deciding it would be easier to tell the truth. "Mike, this is Emily, I met her during the Google pitch at the Wynn."

"Oh, hi," Emily said, shaking Mike's offered hand. Then her eyes went wide. "Wait I know you, Mike Andrews! God what you did was so great, you're like my hero! Can I get your autograph?"

"Oh ah sure," Mike said awkwardly. He searched around for a pen and paper but didn't have anything. Emily and Jen didn't have anything either.

"That's okay, I'll catch you later," Emily said cheerfully. "How long are you here?"

"All weekend," Mike said.

"Cool," Emily said smiling Mike. She looked at both of them. "So you guys are divorced but here in Vegas?" 

"We're still friends," Jen told her. 

"Wow, that's great," Emily said with a laugh. "Me and my ex can't stand each other."

"Oh I'm sorry," Jen said. When they met Emily was still married.

"Don't worry, we're both way happier this way," Emily said with another laugh. "I've got to run, maybe we can get a drink while you're here." She gave Jen another hug. Then she smiled and batted her eyelashes at Mike. "Nice meeting you Mike. Remember you owe me an autograph."

Jen looked at Emily go, then she looked at Mike. He had a stupid grin on his face, and was looking at Emily's ass and legs as she walked away. Jen felt a flash of jealousy. "Let's go," she said tugging his arm. "We should get ready for the mixer. What room are you?"

"I'm 8305," Mike said.

"Oh, I'm 8307, we must be next to each other," Jen said surprised.

"Wow," Mike said, playing innocent and feigning surprise too. Jen looked at him. She wondered ...

"Should we open the doors?" Jen said inside her room, referring to the connecting door.

"Good idea," Mike said with a smile. They opened the doors and looked at each other in the open doorway. 

Jen grinned back. "Did you have something to do with this? Don't lie."

Mike couldn't help looking guilty at being busted. "I told you I wanted to hang out," he said still smiling.

"So you hacked into the Venetian's computer?" Jen said with a delighted laugh. "God you're dangerous." 

They smiled into the other's eyes for long moments. "That was wild downstairs," Jen said softly, giving Mike a shy smile and playing with the buttons on his shirt. "You know -."

Just then Jen's iPhone rang. She looked at the caller ID. "It's Clint," she said. "I should get this. Um ... I'll meet you at the reception okay?" She closed her side of the connecting door.

For long moments Mike stared at the door. He felt suddenly cut-off. One moment he's with Jen, the next moment he's not. One moment he's Jen's guy, the next moment he's not. This must be what it was like to be "the boyfriend" in Jen's game. Her attention and affections were all temporary, fake.

"Hey babe," Clint said brightly. "How's Vegas?"

"Um, you know, Sin City," Jen said uncomfortably, forcing a laugh to make sure it sounded like a joke.

"Seen Mike?" 

"Yeah, some," Jen said.

"Show him the divorce papers?" 

"No honey," Jen protested gently. "We just got here."

"I get it, no worries" Clint said sounding reasonable. "Hey, good news, another offer came in on your apartment. Thirty percent higher than the others."

"Really?" Jen said her eyes going wide. She seriously hadn't realized the loft apartment was worth that much.

"No contingencies either, not even inspection," Clint continued. "This one's a winner, I think you should take it."

"It's not just my decision," Jen said, bristling at his pushiness.

"I know Jen," Clint said sounding reasonable again. "I'm just saying, that's something else to talk to Mike about."

"Oh. Okay."

"Something else," Clint said. "I was thinking about picking Anna up from Emma's. Spend the weekend together."

"Clint wait," Jen said her head spinning. "You're going too fast."

"I'd like to get to know Anna better," Clint pressed. 

"That's sweet honey," Jen said. "But you know she's still going through stranger anxiety, especially with men." Anna didn't scream around Clint but a weekend alone? No, that would not be good.

"She's okay with Mike," Clint pointed out, the frown clear in his voice.

"You're an aggressive man," Jen said, laughing to make it a joke. "Anna senses that. Don't worry, she's just going through a phase."

"Mike's not an aggressive man?" Clint asked.

"No ... he's not a man like you," Jen said.



Life After We Pt. 09



Mike showered and dressed and went to the reception, which was next to the pool. Most of Jen's firm was already there, taking advantage of the open bar. He chatted with Steve and Calvin. He said hello to Keri and her husband Jim. Not too far away, Scott was holding court. Tom was in that crowd. So was Leo.

Scott, Tom and Leo, three of Jen's past (present?) lovers. Mike didn't hold a grudge against Tom, and he didn't know Leo. He still hated Scott though, he probably always would.

He looked over the crowd. They were definitely the beautiful people. They were really dressed up too, cocktail dresses and heels for the ladies, designer slacks and jackets for the men. Mike felt underdressed in his chinos, button down shirt and loafers. But then, he always felt uncomfortable around the Populars.

Jen was the last to arrive. Everyone's head turned. When Mike saw her his breath caught.

Jen was wearing an outfit of all white. But not a dress like all the other girls. She wore white short shorts that rose high up to her belly button, emphasizing her slim figure and flat tummy. On top she wore a sleeveless blouse, showing off her slim elegant arms. The shorts were so short they barely covered her ass. They showed off almost all her long shapely legs, and she topped off the outfit with ankle strap high heel sandals. 

Jen looked chic and sexy, and she'd done it with her own unique style. She was definitely the IT girl!

It seemed everyone wanted her attention. She chatted politely, but as she did she scanned the crowd. She smiled seeing Mike and walked over to him. Of course people noticed as Jen headed to Mike, touching off a lot of whispering and gossiping.

"You look incredible," Mike gushed.

"Thanks," Jen said beaming at him.

"I feel underdressed," Mike said with a nervous laugh.

Jen looked him up and down. It was such a Mike outfit. "You look cute," she said smiling into his eyes. She squeezed his hand. "Sorry about before."

"No worries," Mike said. "Clint okay?"

"He's fine," Jen said with a shrug. She didn't want to think about Clint, not at that moment. He was putting major pressure on her. Maybe he had a right to, maybe she should listen to him. Maybe she WOULD listen to him, eventually. But not now. She didn't know what she was doing. She was just doing.

Mike frowned. Is that what Jen used to say when she was with a lover and he called? An unconcerned shrug and a dismissive "Mike's fine"? It bothered him, seeing it from the other side (the "boyfriend" side).

"Is something wrong?" Jen asked seeing the frown on his face.

"No, nothing," Mike said a little too fast. If it bothered him, why was he getting hard?

"Hey Jen, you look fantastic," Scott said approaching them. He grinned and gave her a long look, like he was eating her up with his eyes. "A few of us are going clubbing after dinner. How about it?" Begrudgingly acknowledging his presence, he added "You too Mike." With a laugh he added "Don't worry, no karaoke bars."

"We'll see," Jen told Scott, her tone dismissive. She took Mike's arm and with a softer voice said "Buy me a drink?"

"He's an ass," Jen said, seeing Mike distracted by their short conversation with Scott. 

"A freaking brilliant ass, right?" Mike said, repeating something she'd often said during her affair with Scott.

"He's talented," Jen said. Then she admitted with a sheepish shrug, "Maybe not so brilliant. You still don't like him, do you?"

"No," Mike said.

"I don't think he likes you either," Jen said with a laugh.

Mike still looked distracted, like he had a question on his lips.

"What?" Jen prompted.

"Why didn't Scott go with you when you got the tattoo?" Mike blurted out, remembering that time in Vegas all 3 of them checked out the tattoo parlor for Jen.

"Didn't feel like it," Jen said. She laughed and said "I bet you wish he had." Seeing the spark of excitement on Mike's face, she shook her head. "I don't get why me and Scott does it for you so much."

"I know don't," Mike said with an embarrassed smile. "Probably because we hate each other."

Jen nodded, feeling playful. She leaned in close and whispered into Mike's ear, "You know, Scott's the biggest ever in my ass. Like, by far."

"You liked it," Mike said remembering that time at Penn State. He knew Jen normally didn't like it up her ass.

"Yeah I did," Jen admitted, thinking back. She'd teased Mike, letting him think Scott was fucking her unprotected pussy without a condom. She'd been playing along with his pregnancy fantasy. In fact, Scott had been fucking her ass, not her pussy. She said "It was more the situation though." 

Partly because it was true, and partly because she knew it would drive Mike crazy, she grinned and said "Scott's an ass, but sometimes that's a turn on."

Mike grinned. "Is Clint an ass?"

"Yeah, sometimes," Jen said with a laugh.

"So he turns you on?"

"Do you really want to know?"

"I guess not," Mike admitted. They shared an uneasy laugh.

As the reception ended, people boarded buses for Caesar's Palace. Dinner was at Bobby Flay's Mesa Grill. Once at the restaurant, Jen said to Mike "I need to mingle, do my boss lady thing."

"Okay, no worries," Mike said.

"See you later," Jen said moving off to socialize. Mike watched her bop around from person to person, laughing and talking, doing her team building thing. She flirted a lot too, with Scott, Tom, Leo and others. 

Those guys (Scott, Tom, Leo and Owen) sat at a table and Jen put her purse down, reserving a seat at their table. Mike was disappointed. He'd hoped to sit with Jen, but he wasn't going to sit at that table with all her former lovers.

Mike started looking for an empty seat at another table when he felt a tug on his arm. "Hey you," Jen said. "I saved you a seat."

"With Scott and Tom? No thanks," Mike said with a "no fucking way" laugh.

"Oh, don't be like that," Jen said chastising him. She took his arm and pulled him to the table.

The table was a 6-top. Jen sat Mike down on one side, then she went to the other. She sat between Scott and Tom. He sat between Leo and Owen.

Jen flirted with Scott and Tom, seemingly mesmerized by everything they said, laughing at all their jokes, touching their arms to emphasize points. She flirted just as outrageously with Leo and Owen. It was like a competition, all 4 guys vying for Jen's attention. She gave them each her exclusive attention, moving from one to the next. When it was a guy's turn, it was like he was her entire world.

But she didn't pay any attention to Mike. She didn't talk to him, she didn't acknowledge his presence. It was like he wasn't even there. 

Mike got hurt and angry, feeling like a third wheel. Why had she gone out of her way to sit him here? It was like she was being mean, spiteful. 

Then, suddenly, Mike felt something in his lap. It was Jen's foot! As she flirted with Leo (it was his turn), she pressed the pointy toe of her high heel into Mike's crotch. Mike quickly adjusted the table cloth to cover up what she was doing.

Mike looked at Jen. Her face gave no clue what she was doing under the table. But as she flirted with Tom (it was his turn now), she slowly pressed and rotated her toe against his crotch. Mike quickly got hard.

Thinking 2 can play this game, Mike reached a hand under the table. He caressed Jen's slim ankle and shapely calf, her skin perfectly soft and smooth. He caressed her that way until he noticed her breathing getting heavier. Then he took off her high heel, letting it drop to the floor (the restaurant was noisy so people didn't hear). He flicked his fingertip across the bottom of her now bare foot. Alarmed, Jen tried to pull her foot back but Mike held her tight around her slim ankle with one hand.

With his other hand, Mike softly ran a fingertip up and down Jen's arch. If touched just right (so it didn't tickle), the bottom of Jen's foot was a major erogenous zone. That part of her body was so pleasurable it was almost painful, just like the inside of her ear and the back of her knee. Having been together so long, Mike knew exactly where and how to touch her. 

As Mike used his fingertips like feathers to caress her, Jen gave him a desperate "don't do this to me" look. Mike gave her a "you started this" grin. Somehow Jen managed to keep flirting with Scott, Tom, Owen and Leo as Mike caressed her under the table. Still, she quickly got her cum face on.

As the entrees arrived, Mike took mercy on Jen and let her foot go. Jen immediately pulled her foot back when she felt Mike release her ankle. With his foot, Mike pushed Jen's high heel over to her. He saw her adjust in her seat and knew she was putting her shoe back on. He couldn't help grinning when she scowled at him.

As dinner finished up, Scott, Tom, Leo and Owen urged Jen to go clubbing with them, encouraged by her flirting with them all night long. Jen politely declined, saying "I'm running the meeting tomorrow morning."

"Seriously?" Scott said incredulously. "We're in Vegas and you're going to bed early?"

Jen gave Scott a shrug. Then she took Mike's arm and hurriedly pulled him out of the restaurant. Everyone noticed of course, because they were the first to leave.

"Are you really going to bed?" Mike asked once outside Mesa Grill.

Jen gave him a wicked, excited smile. She still had her cum face on. She whispered "I want to play the game Mike."

"Yeah?" Mike said just as excited. He looked back at the restaurant. "Want me to get Scott?"

Jen gave him a shrug. Mike felt the same way. Scott added spice to their game, but it was kind of "been there, done that."

"I've heard of a place," Mike said thoughtfully. They got in a cab and rode to Climax, an adult club 20 minutes outside the strip.

"What are we doing here?" Jen asked after Mike paid the steep cover. She was tightly holding his arm.

"Let's hang out, see what happens," Mike said. To be honest he didn't have a plan. He'd read about Climax on a swingers website some time again. It was a strip club, and for a price any sexual fantasy could be made into reality.

Mike got a scotch and Jen an appletini. They sipped their drinks as they watched very attractive men and women strip and dance on stage.

They ventured further into the club. Things got more intense as they went deeper into the club. They entered a large, crowded room. There was a stage in the middle.

"God," Jen breathed as she watched a muscular black man penetrate a slim petite blonde with his huge black cock. "God," she said again as another black man took her asshole. The two men started fucking her. Their movements were awkward at first but they soon found a rhythm as they double teamed her.

"Wish that was you?" Mike whispered into her ear.

"Is that why you brought me here?" Jen said huskily, her eyes not leaving the black-white-black threesome on stage. "To get me gang banged?"

Before Mike could answer, a woman approached them. She handed Mike a refresh scotch and Jen an appletini.

"I'm Gia," the woman said. The woman was older, maybe 40s. She was very attractive. She had long lush dark brown hair and an exotic, beautiful face. Her body was curvy, a classic hour glass figure. She wore a black leather bustier and mini-skirt, black fishnet stockings and black high heels. The all black outfit nicely complemented her olive skin.

"I'm Mike, this is Jen," Mike said, giving her a thankful smile for the drinks.

"Are you married?" Gia asked.

"Yes," Jen said quickly before Mike could say anything. She gave him an "it's easier this way" side long glance.

"I thought so," Gia said nodding. She gave them a knowing look and said "Looking for couple's fun?"

"We're thinking about it," Jen said, intrigued by the beautiful, mysterious woman.

Gia gave Jen a long look. She moved closer and gently brushed her hand across Jen's cheek. "So pretty," she said. "And so young. How old are you?"

"Twenty three," Jen said. It was a lie (she was 29), but people always told her she looked younger.

"So young," Gia said giving Jen a long appraising look. She looked at Mike and asked "And how old are you Mike, thirty?"

"Thirty one," Mike said telling the truth.

Gia nodded at him, as if calculating the age difference. She asked "Join me at my table?" 

As they walked over Mike whispered "Why'd you lie about your age?"

"I don't know," Jen whispered back, being honest. She was running on instinct now.

Gia's table was more like a private suite. It had a large sofa, two lounge chairs and a coffee table. The suite was open to the rest of the club but had a privacy curtain. At the moment the curtain was open.

"THIS is your table?" Jen asked looking around.

"I'm a regular here," Gia explained. They sat so Jen was between Gia and Mike. "How long have you been married?" Gia asked.

"Not long," Jen said continuing her lie.

"Is this your honeymoon?"

"Kinda a belated honeymoon," Jen said glancing at Mike.

"So you're newlyweds on your honeymoon," Gia said, excitement clear on her face. "And you're here at Climax to play?"

"We're deciding," Jen said.

"You want to play with other people?" Gia asked, an intrigued smile on her face.

This time Mike answered. "We're thinking about it," he said, getting into Jen's game.

"Ah," Gia said looking at Mike, then back to Jen. She asked Jen "Have you been with many men?"

"A few," Jen said with a nervous laugh. "I'm not a prude." She joked "I guess I've been with more men than Kate Middleton, less than Lindsay Lohan." She added with another nervous laugh "I hope."

Gia smiled. "All before your wedding?" she asked.

"All before I met Mike," Jen corrected her. But of course that was another lie.

"And now you're thinking about swinging with another couple?" Gia asked.

"We've talked about it," Mike said. "We're actually thinking about Jen with another man."

"Oh," Gia said with a smile. She looked even more intrigued.

"We haven't decided for sure," Jen said giving Mike an uncertain look.

"Right, we haven't decided," Mike said taking Jen's hand. She smiled at him and squeezed his hand back.

"But you'd like to see your pretty young bride with another man?" Gia asked Mike giving him a knowing look.

"Yeah," Mike said, definitely getting into this game. He decided to be open with Gia, knowing he'd likely never see her again in his life. "I've always had that fantasy."

"Ah," Gia said giving Mike an intrigued smile. "And what about you Jennifer?"

"I'm here right?" Jen said, looking at Mike even though it was Gia's question. "I'm thinking about it."

"I know you are honey," Mike said giving her an encouraging hug.

"Just as long you're not doing this to have sex with another girl," Jen said with narrowed eyes.

"Baby you know that's not what I want," Mike said earnestly. 

They looked into each other's eyes and for a moment they broke out of their game. "I know," Jen said looking into his eyes. Mike hugged her and they shared a tender kiss.

Mike looked at Gia. He said gently "We've told you about us ..."

"Now you'd like to know about me?" Gia asked with a smile. "I'm married, my husband travels, we have an open relationship. This is Sin City right? I've done a lot. I enjoy new adventures."

"Are we your latest adventure?" Jen asked with a laugh.

"I think you might be, I hope so," Gia said giving them both a smile. "I can help you get started if you'd like. You can stop whenever you want, all you have to do is say so." 

Jen looked at Mike, who nodded. Then she looked back at Gia. "Okay ... how?"

Gia smiled excitedly. "Just wait here," she said.

With Gia gone Mike and Jen had a moment to talk. "Did you plan this?" Jen asked.

"No, did you?" Mike asked.

They looked stunned at each other, then they laughed like high school kids being naughty. "God I'm so hot!" Mike said practically gleefully.

"Me too!" Jen gushed.

"Are you going to do it?" Mike asked eagerly.

"Break my marriage vows?" Jen said teasingly. "I guess you'll have to wait and see, huh?"

Just then Gia returned. She had a man with her. She said "Jen, Mike, this is Hunter."

"Hi," Jen said smiling nervously.

Hunter smiled back. He shook Mike's hand and then turned his attention to Jen. "Gia says you want a dance."

"A dance?" Jen asked.

"A private dance is a good way to start," Gia said, sitting back down next to Jen. She whispered into Jen's ear "He's got such an incredible body you won't believe it."

"Um, okay then," Jen said. She looked at Mike and said nervously, "He's going to dance for me."

"Okay," Mike said with an excited grin.

Hunter moved the coffee table out of the way and closed the curtains. Then he pressed some buttons on a wall keypad and sexy music began playing. 

He leaned over Jen and whispered into her ear, "You're really hot, I'm going to enjoy this."

"Um, thanks," Jen said awkwardly. She whispered back "You're really hot too." He was to. Tall and lean, wavy brown hair, ruggedly handsome. He looked like a model.

Hunter grinned at Jen. Then he began swaying to the music. He danced close to Jen, his legs almost touching her knees. He took off his shirt, revealing a chisel chest and muscular arms. 

Gia leaned close to Jen and stroked her arm. "Isn't he hot?" she asked.

"Yeah," Jen said openly starring at Hunter, looking at his handsome face, well-defined pecs, muscular arms and six-pack abs. 

Gia continued to caress Jen's arm. She reached over and unbuttoned Jen's blouse. Jen looked at Gia. "Do you mind?" Gia asked. At that moment Hunter got on his knees and began stroking Jen's legs, watching the two women. He had a nice touch.

Jen looked at Hunter, then back at Gia. She glanced at Mike, who nodded. "Go ahead," Jen told Gia, her heart pounding.

Gia unbuttoned the rest of Jen's blouse and pulled it off her arms. The sexy older woman looked at Mike. "Should I take off her bra?" she asked.

"Yeah," Mike said in hoarse voice, his throat dry from excitement.

Gia said to Jen, "Lean forward honey, your husband wants me to show you to Hunter."

Jen glanced at Mike again. Then she leaned forward and Gia reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. Gia pulled the bra off exposing Jen's smallish breasts to Hunter's eyes.

Now it was Hunter's turn to stare at Jen's chest. "They're perfect," he gushed. He looked at Mike and asked "Can I touch your wife?"

Mike's throat was so dry he wasn't able to answer. But excitement was all over his face.

"I guess that means yes," Hunter said with a grin. He cupped and fondled Jen's breasts, and then leaned forward and took one of her nipples into his mouth.

"God," Jen moaned rolling her head back as Hunter worked on her tits. 

Gia smiled delightedly at Mike. "You like watching another man touching your wife?"

Mike nodded, his heart pounding. Gia's comments made the unfolding scene even more exciting.

Jen writhed under Hunter as he expertly sucked her nipples and ran his hands up and down her long legs. 

Gia got on her knees and pulled Hunter off Jen, as if she was impatient and wanted to move things along. "It's time to take this off, don't you think Jen?" Gia said rubbing her hand over Hunter's crotch. 

Jen intently watched as Gia unbuckled and pulled down Hunter's pants. She pulled down his briefs and his cock popped out. "What do you think?" Gia asked Jen, hefting Hunter's impressive manhood in her hand. His half hard cock was long and thick, like a python. Gia looked at Mike and said "What do you think Mike? Can you imagine this thing inside your pretty bride?" Mike swallowed hard, not able to say anything.

Gia smiled, as if triumphant. "Come here honey," she said pulling Jen onto her knees next to her. She pushed Hunter down so he was sitting where Jen had been a moment ago. "What do you think?" she asked Jen, stroking Hunter and making him harder and bigger.




Life After We Pt. 09



"He's big," Jen said with a nervous laugh. 

"He gets bigger," Gia said with a crooked smile. She lowered her head and swallowed Hunter into her mouth. She pulled off after a couple minutes. "What do you think now?"

"You're right, he's bigger," Jen said with another nervous laugh.

"Can you imagine this inside you?" Gia asked still stroking Hunter's cock.

"Um ..." Jen said with another nervous laugh, looking at Mike and giving him a "what do I do now?" look.

"Why don't we take a break?" Gia suggested. 

"Okay," Jen said immediately. She went over to Mike and sat on his lap. "This is wild," she whispered in his ear, so low only Mike could hear. "It's like the first time with another man." It felt that way, even though of course it wasn't.

"Yeah," Mike said running his hand up Jen's leg. His hand continued, over her shorts, passed her flat stomach, to her bare breasts. He cupped both her breasts with his hands.

"Mike should you really be doing that?" Jen whispered huskily into his ear. "What about Jasmine?"

"What about Clint?" Mike responded, gently fondling her. "They're bigger."

"Yeah, like, a whole cup size," Jen said proudly. 

"They're still so perfect," he said as if mesmerized. As he cupped them he ran circles over her nipples with his thumbs.

Jen moaned into his ear. "Do you want to go back to our room?" she whispered into his ear.

Mike raised an eyebrow at her. "You'd let me?" 

"Yeah, I'd let you," Jen whispered, momentarily darting the tip of her tongue in his ear. "I want you to."

Mike's eyes moved to Gia and Hunter. "I want to play the game more," he whispered back.

"God you're bad," Jen laughed, also turning to look at Gia and Hunter.

Gia looked back at both of them. "Ready?" she asked.

Jen looked at Mike, then back at Gia and Hunter. "Yeah, I think so," she said.

"Mike, why don't you take off Jen's shorts?" Gia suggested.

Mike hesitated, then said "I'd rather Hunter do it."

Both Gia and Hunter smiled excitedly at that.

"Um ... can we have another minute?" Jen asked. Gia and Hunter nodded. They moved outside the closed curtains, giving Mike and Jen privacy.

Still topless and sitting on Mike's lap, Jen wrapped her arms around his neck. Switching back to roleplaying again, she whispered into Mike's ear "This is what you want?"

"Yeah, you know I've fantasized about this forever," Mike said also slipping back into their roleplaying. "Do you want to do it?"

Jen thought of Hunter and whispered to Mike "I've always wanted to try one that big." She giggled nervously. Their roleplaying was fake but somehow she did feel nervous. It did feel like the first time with another man.

Mike smiled excitedly. "I want to see him inside you," he said.

"Are you sure?" Jen asked urgently. "Once it's done we can't go back."

"We've talked about this."

Jen's mood changed slightly. She said "Yeah but ... I just want to make sure it won't change anything." She looked intently into Mike's eyes. "After another man has me ... you'll still love me, right?" 

"Yeah," Mike said, studying Jen's face. Were they still roleplaying? Or was this real? He said "I'll never stop loving you."

Jen gave Mike a long look, a slight smile on her pretty face. "Pinky promise?" she finally said, raising the pinky of her left hand.

It was something they did in college, back when they first met. Back then they felt and wanted to express adult emotions, but felt too young and scared for those heavy, serious emotions. So they made it a kid's game, turning the emotions into "pinky promises."

"Promise," Mike said, wrapping his pinky around Jen's.

Jen smiled. Still clutching his pinky, she wiggled her ring finger and teased "This game would be more fun if this was an engagement ring."

"Whose? Mine or Clint's?" Mike thought. But he didn't say that. Instead he said "Does Clint think of it as an engagement ring?"

"I think he wants it to be," Jen said. 

"Do you? You wear it like one," Mike said accusingly.

"I told you, Clint likes it that way," Jen said defensively.

Mike felt conflicted over Jen's words. "Is that what you used to say to your lovers about me?" he asked feeling bothered. "You wore my rings only because I wanted you to?"

"Mike, come on," Jen said softly. She said regretfully "Sorry I brought up the rings."

Mike hesitated, then said "... it's okay." He didn't want to ruin the evening. He stroked Jen's bare breasts again.

"I can't believe I'm sitting on your lap topless!" Jen said with an incredulous laugh, wanting to get back to their game.

"What about earlier?" Mike asked with a grin, referring to fingering her at the slot machine.

"I can't believe that either!" Jen said with another laugh.

Gia and Hunter looked in between the curtains. "May we join you?" Gia asked smiling eagerly. She and Hunter sat on the sofa. Gia reached out towards Jen and said "Come here honey."

Jen hesitated only a moment. She gave Mike a kiss on the cheek, then walked over to Gia talking her hand. Gia positioned Jen in front of Hunter. Jen wore only the white short shorts and ankle strap high heel sandals. She said to Mike, "You want Hunter to finish undressing your wife?"

"Yes," Mike said with a nod, breathing hard again.

Hunter grinned up at Jen as he reached for her shorts.

"Um ... they unzip in the back," Jen said. 

"I got it," Hunter said with a confident grin. He reached behind Jen and smoothly unzipped the shorts. He wrapped a finger into either side of the shorts and pulled them down her long shapely legs, leaving Jen in just her thong panties and high heels.

"When was the last time another man saw so much of you?" Gia asked Jen.

"Before I met Mike," Jen lied, continuing to play the game. 

"Do you want to see the rest of this pretty girl?" Gia asked Hunter.

"Yeah," Hunter said, stroking Jen's leg. He and Jen were looking into each other's eyes. Her eraser size nipples were incredibly hard.

Gia looked at Mike and said "Mike, why don't you finish undressing your pretty bride for Hunter?"

Jen looked at Mike expectantly. She had a major cum face on.

Mike got down on his knees, behind Jen. With Gia and Hunter looking at him, he pulled Jen's thong down her legs. Jen raised each foot slightly to help him take it off.

"Leave the heels on," Hunter said. He said it casually, but it still came out like an order. 

Mike nodded, although it bothered him to be ordered around. It turned him on too. He sat back on the side chair, his head spinning from cuckold lust.

"God you're beautiful," Hunter gushed looking Jen up and down. "Mike's a lucky man."

"I think you're the lucky man tonight Hunter," Gia said with a delighted smile. She ran a finger over Jen's small landing strip.

"I keep it that way for Mike," Jen explained with a giggle. "So he knows I'm a natural blonde." It felt weird saying that joke standing naked in front of 2 strangers.

"I can tell you're so much in love," Gia said. She lightly stroked between Jen's pussy lips. "But you're going to let another man inside you?"

"... it's Mike's fantasy," Jen said with a glance at Mike. "He says I deserve a better lover."

"Better?" Gia pressed.

"Bigger," Jen clarified, her cheeks red from both excitement and embarrassment.

Gia and Hunter grinned delightedly at each other. "Is Hunter bigger than your husband?" Gia asked. Her question was directed at Jen but she looked at Mike.

"... yes," Jen said after a moment's hesitation. Gia smiled excitedly at Mike.

Gia continued to stroke Jen's pussy. "You don't mind me touching you here?" she asked.

"I've been with girls before," Jen admitted. She glanced at Mike again and lied "Before I met Mike." She quickly added "He knows all about it."

"You're bi?" Gia asked looking surprised.

"No ... I liked it though," Jen answered. 

"You're even more interesting than I thought," Gia said with a delighted laugh. "But you're a virgin bride, right?"

"I'm not a virgin," Jen said looking confused.

"A wife who's only been with her husband since meeting him," Gia explained. "We call that a virgin bride."

"Yeah, that's me," Jen said. She glanced at Mike again. Continuing the game she said "We've played with other men a little. Kissing, touching ..."

Gia nodded. "Not in your mouth, your pussy?"

"No," Jen said shaking her head. "I've jerked off other men though."

"Mike liked seeing that?" Gia asked Jen, smiling at Mike.

"He loved it," Jen said looking at Mike too. "That's why we're here."

"To take the next step," Gia said completing Jen's thought.

"Yes," Jen said, looking down almost shyly.

Gia got on her knees in front of Hunter. "Come here honey," she said, pulling Jen onto her knees too. Hunter opened his legs and Jen kneelt in between. 

Gia wrapped her hand around Hunter's cock and stroked him up and down. "Isn't he amazing?" she gushed. 

"Yeah," Jen said, staring at Hunter's manhood as if mesmerized. Hunter was so thick Gia's fingertips didn't touch. He was so long there were inches of him above Gia's hand. As if realizing what she said, she looked at Mike apologetically said "I'm sorry baby."

"That's okay," Mike croaked out, his voice so dry.

"Do you want to see Hunter in your wife's mouth?" Gia asked Mike.

"Yeah," Mike said without any hesitation.

Gia looked back at Jen. "In your marriage vows, what did you say?"

Jen immediately understood what Gia was referring to. "I like the traditional way," she said. "I promised to obey my husband."

Gia looked at Mike. "What do you want your wife to do Mike?" 

Mike looked into Jen's eyes. He said excitedly "Go down on Hunter."

Jen looked back into Mike's eyes. She said in a soft voice "Call me baby."

"I want you to baby," Mike said, emphasizing the "baby."

Jen smiled at Mike, beaming into his eyes. Then she turned back to Hunter. She wrapped both hands around his shaft. Then she lowered her head and took him into her mouth.

Hunter was soon panting as Jen bobbed on his cock. "Your wife's good man," he said to Mike. 

Mike nodded at Hunter, his eyes on Jen's pretty face. Her mouth was wide open as she struggled to swallow Hunter's thick shaft.

"Mike, why don't you sit next to Hunter?" Gia suggested. "Would you like that Jen?"

"Yeah, come here baby," Jen said reaching for Mike. She took Mike's hand and guided him over. As he sat down she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, pushing her tongue into his mouth and letting him taste Hunter. "Isn't this exciting?" she breathed into his ear.

"Yeah," Mike said, his heart pounding wildly.

Jen unbuttoned his shirt. "Wait," Mike said, talking hold of her hands. Although he was in better shape lately because of working out, he didn't have close to Hunter's physique. The last thing he wanted was to be naked sitting next to Hunter.

Jen said "Play along." She smiled to ensure he didn't take her words as a rebuke. Mike hesitated a moment, then he let her hands go. 

Jen undressed Mike completely. Then she got back on her knees. She took Hunter in one of her hands and Mike in her other. She slowly stroked both of them.

"Quite a difference," Gia observed looking at both men's cocks, a smile on her face.

"Yeah," Jen said honestly. Because they were sitting side-by-side, their cocks were barely a foot apart. Hunter's cock towered over Mike's, twice as thick and long. She looked into Mike's eyes and said "I'm sorry baby, but he's so much bigger than you."

"God this is so hot!" Gia gushed like she couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled Jen to her and pressed her lips against Jen's. As she pushed her tongue into Jen's mouth her hands fondled and caressed the younger girl's tits.

Their kiss seemed to go on for minutes, getting more and more passionate. Finally Gia pulled away, gasping, her face flushed with excitement. Jen had her cum face on too. 

Gia looked at Mike and said urgently "I need your pretty wife to do something for me." She stripped out of her skirt, leaving her in the bustier, g-string, stockings and high heels. She pushed Jen onto her back and straddled her head. Getting on her knees, she pulled the g-string to the side and lowered herself onto Jen's beautiful face. "Lick me honey," Gia urged Jen.

Jen hesitated only a moment. She knew what to do, having been with Allie and Keri. She extended her tongue and licked back and forth between Gia's pussy lips. Each time she licked up she rubbed the tip of her tongue around and over the older woman's clit. 

Gia moaned as Jen worked on her. "Oh you dirty girl, you HAVE done this before," she cooed. She clenched her eyes shut as Jen licked her clit harder and faster. "Fuck fuck fuck," she chanted, grabbing Jen's tits like handles, clutching them for support. Moments later Gia's body tensed and jerked as she climaxed. She rubbed her pussy hard over Jen's face as her orgasm shot through her body. 

"Fuck" Gia gasped as she recovered from her orgasm. As if spent, she fell over onto Jen so her head was just above Jen's pussy. "God you're such a good sex toy," she said under her breath, still panting.

She finally got off Jen. She got a soft moist towel and tenderly wiped her juices off Jen's face. Lust was written all over Jen's face. "You loved that right?" Gia asked Jen with a crooked grin. She reached between Jen's legs and flicked her finger over Jen's hard clit. The contact made Jen moan and arch her back. "Oh, my pretty slut needs fucked, doesn't she?" Gia teased with a knowing smiling, again flicking her fingertip over Jen's clit. 

Gia smiled delightedly when Jen moaned and arched her back again. She pushed Jen's thighs apart, opening her. "I think she wants Hunter," she said to Mike, giving him a wink. She looked back at Jen. "Don't you honey?"

Jen looked at Hunter, at his big hard cock, a desperate lustful look on her face. It was clear she wanted him, it was written all over her face. She wanted him inside her!

Hunter didn't need any more of an invitation. He got on the floor on his knees, between Jen's open legs. He took his hard cock in his hand and rubbed the cock head up and down between her pussy lips. He was soooo ready to fuck her. He dug his toes into the carpet and began pushing in.

Gia put a hand on Hunter's shoulder. "Wait a minute honey," she told him.

"What, seriously?!" he exclaimed frustrated.

"Just a minute," Gia said with a laugh, patting Hunter's shoulder. "You have to forgive Hunter, he gets extra hot for virgin brides." She ran her hand down Jen's long shapely leg. "Especially young, pretty ones like you."

Gia sat next to Mike. She whispered into his ear, "Are you ready for this? To see Hunter inside your pretty wife?" She ran her finger nails lightly up Mike's thigh, making his cock twitch (he was already hard again). "You know it'll never be the same right? Once Jen feels him inside her. Hunter's so much bigger, he's such an amazing lover. Once Jen experiences him. She'll know what it's like. She'll never look at you the same way. You'll never feel as good inside her again. Is that what you want?" As she said this Gia continued to caress his inner thigh.

"Stop," Mike said urgently, grabbing her wrist. He didn't want to cum again so fast. Gia smiled delightedly.

"What's going on?" Hunter said losing patience. Jen looked impatiently at Mike and Gia too. They both were so hot, the waiting was torture.

"Go ahead Hunter, take her," Gia told Hunter.

Hunter raised an inquiring eyebrow at Jen. Jen nodded at him, and Hunter began pushing into her.

"He's doing it," Gia whispered in Mike's ear. "He's going to fuck your wife."

"Wait," Mike said abruptly. Everyone turned to him. Looking at Hunter he said "Put on a condom."

"What? You're bringing this up now?" Hunter said, frustrated with all the hold ups. Also he wanted to fuck Jen bareback. Shooting his seed into a virgin bride - especially a newlywed like Jen - was even more of a turn on!

Looking at Jen he said "You're on the pill right?"

Jen looked just as frustrated. She nodded at Hunter and said to Mike, "It's okay, he doesn't have to."

Gia said "Hunter's clean, I promise."

"Put this on," Mike insisted taking a condom from his pocket and handing it to Hunter.

Hunter looked at Jen. She said "You better do it." She gave Mike a weak smile.

Hunter scowled, but he ripped open the package and rolled the condom onto his shaft. Then he positioned his cock again at Jen's opening, moving fast to avoid further interruptions. With a powerful thrust he penetrated Jen, getting his fat cock head and a couple inches of this thick shaft into her.

"Ugh!" Jen grunted at the sudden penetration. 

"Another man's cock is inside her," Gia whispered into Mike's ear. "She's no longer your virgin bride."

Gia continued her taunting as Hunter got balls deep inside Jen and started fucking her. "Hunter's fucking your wife. He's stretching her, reaching spots you can't get close to. Jen's feeling what it's like to have a big cock who knows how to fuck. She's fucking a real man now. Look at her face Mike. She's loving it, Hunter's giving her so much pleasure. Is that how she looks when you're fucking her? I know she doesn't."

At that moment Jen arched her back and cried out, digging her nails into Hunter's back. "Another man just made your wife cum Mike. It looked like a good orgasm too. Does she cum like that with you?"

Mike couldn't take anymore. Without thinking, he threw Gia onto her back on the sofa. He got between her legs, ripping off her g-string. Then he rammed his hard cock into her. 

Gia was soaking so Mike easily got balls deep inside her with a single thrust. The sexy older woman moaned at the penetration, clearly welcoming him inside her.

Gia's pussy was looser than what Mike was used to. Still she felt good. As he pumped in and out he grabbed the top of her bustier and pulled it down. Gia's breasts were big but they had some sag. Still Mike enjoyed fondling them and rubbing her nipples as he fucked her.

Despite being out of control horny, Mike used the techniques he'd practiced with Jasmine to keep from cumming and give Gia a lot of pleasure. He wanted to give this teasing temptress an orgasm she wouldn't forget!

Willing himself not to cum, Mike pressed down against Gia as she stroked in and out, ensuring maximum contact against Gia's clit despite his lack of girth and length. He thumbed her nipples and kissed up her neck as he fucked her, knowing those spots were erogenous zones for a lot of girls. 

It wasn't too long before Gia was moaning and writhing under Mike. Suddenly she wrapped her arms tightly around Mike's neck and cried out, her orgasm so immense her body shook and jerked uncontrollably. She dug her nails into Mike's shoulders as the pleasure and intensity of her orgasm seemed to go on forever.

Gia's pussy contracted as she came, and the extra sensations pushed Mike over the edge. He lurched into Gia and repeated rammed into her as he shot his load deep inside her pussy.

Mike collapsed onto Gia (although he supported most of his weight on his arms). They panted into each other's face as they recovered from their orgasms.

Suddenly Mike remembered they weren't alone. He jerked his head to the side.

Hunter and Jen had finished too. Hunter was sitting casually on the floor, watching. His penis was soft after cumming with Jen, but it was showing signs of life after watching Mike and Gia fuck. He gave Mike a congratulatory grin, as if saying "way to go dude, you fucked the shit out of her."

Then Mike looked at Jen. She was getting dressed. "We better get back," she said to him buttoning her blouse. She looked angry. 

They taxied in silence back to the Venetian, Jen giving Mike the cold shoulder. During the half hour ride back to the Strip, the only thing Jen said was "If I had to use a condom, you should've too." There was anger and hurt in her voice.




Life After We Pt. 09



Mike didn't respond. Jen was a spoiled brat, always wanting things her way. Their game was one sided and he was okay with that. His fantasy was Jen with other men, he didn't want other girls. But she resented this one time? Especially since they weren't even married anymore?

"Fuck you Jen," he thought silently to himself. He didn't need a monster dick to get girls off. Jasmine almost always came on his cock, and so did Gia tonight. He was a good lover, AND a nice guy, AND he was going to figure out a way to make a lot of money again. "So fuck you Jen, go ahead and marry your asshole lawyer if you want," he thought to himself. He crossed his arms angrily and they continued to ride in silence back to the Venetian.

Fortunately they didn't run into anyone at the Venetian. They went up to their connecting rooms. Jen said "I'm going to take a shower" and disappeared into her room.

Mike considered closing his side of the connecting door. But Jen had left her door partially open so he decided to do the same. 

He took a shower too. After drying off he put on a clean pair of boxers. His anger and annoyance had cooled. The reality of the situation hit him again. They were playing the game, but they weren't together. Jen was with Clint in a serious relationship. He was just the fungible "boyfriend" in her game. 

Mike felt lonely and disheartened. He desperately missed Jen, even though he'd just been with her, even though she was just on the other side of the wall. But he wouldn't go into her room. He had his pride, it wasn't fair she always got her way, she had no right to be angry.

Jen's room was dark, she'd gone to bed. Mike decided to go to bed too, it'd been a long day. He got into bed and turned off the lights. He left the curtains opened though, as he enjoyed looking at the sparkling lights of the Strip. 

A few minutes later there was a hesitant knock at the connecting door. "Are you asleep?" Jen whispered.

"I'm awake," Mike said.

"Can I come in?" Jen asked, her voice soft like a little girl's.

"Sure."

Jen came in and sat on the side of Mike's bed. The room was dark, but they could see each other through the light coming in the window.

"I'm sorry," Jen said regretfully, squeezing his hand. "I'm not used to seeing you with another girl. It ... got me confused. I'm sorry I was a bitch."

"That's okay," Mike said, not sure where Jen was going with this.

Jen was wearing a black silk negligee and matching panties. Not as revealing as the pink negligee and g-string, but still showing a lot and hugging her body. She wrapped her arms around herself like she was chilly from the AC. "Can I get under cover with you?" she asked.

"Sure," Mike said holding up the blanket for her. Jen got into bed under the blanket. They lay on their sides, just inches apart, looking at each other's faces. 

"That was wild," Jen said. "Did you plan it?"

"No, I didn't know Gia or Hunter before," Mike said honestly. "I just read it was a place couples go to swing."

"So you kinda planned it," Jen said with a knowing smile. "You hoped something like that would happen."

"Well, yeah," Mike said with a laugh back. "You said you wanted to play."

"That's true," Jen said with another laugh. 

Curious, Mike asked "Have you done that with Clint? Swapped?"

"In the same room?" Jen answered. "No ... I guess we might someday." After a moment she added "I'm not like you, I don't like seeing my guy with another girl."

Mike frowned at Jen's comment. Did she have to remind him that Clint was her man? More than ever he felt like the "boyfriend" in her game.

Jen didn't notice the change in his mood. With a laugh she said "So much for not cheating on Jasmine."

Mike frowned again, hearing the delight in Jen's voice. "You're real nice," he said reproachfully.

"It's not like Jasmine and I are friends," Jen said with a shrug. 

"What about Clint?"

"I told you we have an open relationship," Jen said. Looking into his eyes, she added "Besides Mike, you know I cheat on everyone."

There was an edge in Jen's voice. Mike heard lingering hurt and anger. Clearly she wasn't over him fucking Gia tonight. But at that moment Mike didn't care about Jen's feelings, whether she was upset or not.

He reached over and ran his finger along one of the thin straps of her negligee. "Is this new?" he asked.

"Clint gave it to me," she said.

"Do you always have to talk about Clint?" Mike said angrily. He knew that was such a "boyfriend" thing to say. He imagined Tom saying "Do you always have to talk about Mike, Jen?"

"You asked," Jen said with a shrug.

"I don't throw Jasmine in your face," Mike spat out.

"Oh that's such a lie," Jen said with an incredulous laugh, her laugh laced with hurt and anger.

Mike wrapped his finger in the thin strap and pulled her negligee down, revealing her breasts. He cupped her with his hand.

"You've got a lot of nerve," she snapped, but she didn't stop him.

"You're in my bed," Mike said simply. He pulled the negligee and panties all the way off, leaving her completely nude. Jen didn't help him, but she didn't stop him either. He ran his hands over her incredible body.

"What are you doing?" she said scornfully, but still she didn't stop him. 

"What? Worried about Clint? You cheat on everyone," Mike said cruelly. He pulled off his boxers and got on top of her, between her legs.

Jen looked pained at Mike's words, and suddenly tears flowed down her cheeks. 

"What?" Mike asked, not understanding. A moment ago they were taunting each other, and now she was crying? Not just a little crying, but major sobbing. It was like she'd gone over an emotional cliff.

He moved to get off her but Jen wrapped her arms around his neck and held him tight. "Make love to me," she pleaded even as tears flowed down her cheeks.

Mike hesitated, looking into her eyes.

"Please," Jen begged. She pulled him down and kissed him.

That snapped something inside both of them. Immediately they were kissing passionately, Mike running his hands all over the incredible body of the sexiest girl he'd ever known. Jen reached between their bodies. She took hold of his hard cock and guided him to her pussy. 

Mike pushed in, and just like that, he was inside her. It'd been so long ...

"Oh god," Mike moaned. She felt so good! Her pussy felt the same as always, warm and velvety smooth, tight around him. It was the best pussy he'd ever felt by far!

Mike moved in and out of her. He wanted to use everything he'd learned, he wanted to give her a massive orgasm, he wanted to show her how good a lover he was!

But then to his horror he felt himself cumming! No! No No No! He wanted to prove to Jen he could fuck her as good as Clint, but he'd lasted only a few strokes, he was worse than a high school virgin! It was like he lost all his superpowers with Jen, she was like kryptonite to him!

"I'm sorry," he sputtered out, his limp dick already falling out of her.

"I loved it," Jen said softly, looking into his eyes. She tenderly stroked his cheek with her soft hand. Tears still watered her eyes. 

Her words made Mike feel even worse. He felt like she was pitying him. He was sure he was the worse lover she'd ever had.

Mike moved to get off but Jen took hold of his wrist. She rolled to her side, pulling Mike with her so he spooned her. She snuggled back into him, holding his arm tightly around her. 

Mike felt Jen sobbing silently. He didn't understand. Why was she crying? He hugged her to him, and that seemed to calm her down. He felt her fall asleep. It took longer, but eventually he fell asleep too.



Life After We Pt. 10



[Author's note: Life After We concludes with the next chapter.]



Mike woke to a gentle shake on his shoulder. When he opened his eyes he saw Jen looking down at him. 

"Hi sleepyhead," she said with a smile. "I've got to run."

"Okay," Mike said with a smile back. He saw she was already dressed, looking beautiful as always.

"I liked last night," she said. "Sorry about getting all emotional."

"That's okay," Mike said, still not sure why she cried.

"You have fun?" she asked.

"... yeah," he said after a moment's hesitation. He knew he probably sounded unsure, but so much had happened. He was still processing it all.

Jen noticed his hesitation and gave a slow nod. Sadness and regret came over her face, but she quickly replaced it with a smile. "My meeting goes through lunch. Maybe after we can talk."

"I'd like that," Mike said.

After Jen left, Mike thought about last night. He sensed things were coming to an end. It'd been the same way with Ricky, Scott, Tom and Drums. Eventually Jen told each of them it was over. Was that what Jen wanted to talk about? Tell him it'd been fun, but it was over now? 

Maybe that was why she cried last night, because she knew their relationship was about to end. He wondered if Jen cried when she broke up with her other "boyfriends." Scott and Tom were here, he could ask them. Of course that was a crazy thought.

A gut instinct told Mike to look around Jen's room. It didn't take long before he found the manila envelope. The envelope was open. He pulled out the papers inside. He went numb seeing they were divorce papers. He also saw a report from a real estate agent, summarizing offers made on the loft apartment.

Mike stared at the papers a long time. Then he needed air, suddenly feeling the walls closing in on him. He went out onto Jen's balcony (like their rooms, his balcony connected with hers). Sitting down, he stared at the papers again.

Jen had taken care of everything. Their divorce and sale of the loft apartment, all in one tidy neat package. Probably she was going to ask him to sign when they spoke later today. 

And last night? And tonight, going with her to the tattoo parlor? Both were last vestiges of their game. Thrilling ... but sad too. Now he understood why she cried last night.

Did he still want to go to the tattoo parlor with her tonight? He knew that would be another exciting experience, a thrilling ride of cuckold lust. But no, he no longer wanted to go. In fact, he decided to catch a plane home after they spoke later today. 

Their game wasn't healthy. It certainly wasn't for him. It was going to end up breaking his heart. In fact, holding the divorce papers, the end of their relationship so imminent, his heart was already broken. 

Jen's firm had breakfast together at the Venetian's buffet, then they walked to the meeting room via the casino (like many hotels in Vegas, you had to go through the casino to get anywhere). 

She ran into her friend Emily, the Venetian casino waitress. She was working the early shift, dressed as yesterday in a black bustier, leather short shorts and nude, opaque pantyhose, along with black high heels. 

"Can I ask you something?" Emily asked, pulling Jen aside. "Do you know if Mike's busy today?"

"Mike? Oh right, you want his autograph," Jen said remembering their conversation yesterday.

"Yeah, but ..." Emily began. She gave Jen a conspiratorial smile. "I actually want to ask him out."

"Oh," Jen said surprised.

"I so admire what he did, he's a hero," Emily gushed with a big smile. She giggled and added "He's really cute too."

"Um ..." Jen sputtered.

Emily's smile disappeared as she looked at Jen's face. "Oh," she said surprised. "You still love him."

"What? No," Jen sputtered. "I've got a boyfriend."

"But you still love Mike?" Emily said seeing the expression on Jen's face. Emily's words were part question, part statement.

Jen didn't answer. Things were confusing. She didn't know what to say.

Jen was distracted during the morning meetings. Gia had clearly enjoyed the sex with Mike last night. That bothered her. She was even more bothered by Emily's interest in him. 

Throughout their relationship, she'd always had the upper hand because of her pretty looks and popularity. Men pursued her all the time, she was in high demand. They wanted her, not caring about the wedding ring on her left hand.

While Mike was cute, most of his appeal was on the inside. While she knew how amazing a catch he was, she didn't have to worry about other girls trying to take him away from her.

All that gave her an edge in their relationship. Mike put her on a pedestal, it was like he was always courting her. She liked that, it fed into her ego, and also alleviated her insecurities. On the other hand, well ... sometimes she took Mike for granted. She knew he'd always be there, chasing after her, and she didn't have to worry about other girls trying to take him away.

But things had changed. It was that way with men. As they got older, their charms became more apparent. Sure, men like Scott and Frankie were handsome and great lovers. But their appeal was on the surface, there wasn't much underneath. They didn't have Mike's depth, his intelligence, his integrity and sensitivity, his bravery. She knew the fact he was also modest and shy made him irresistible to a lot of girls.

Gia and Emily were both really pretty. Jasmine was gorgeous. Deep down – and you didn't have to go that deep – Jen was an extremely insecure, jealous person. The fact these beautiful girls all wanted Mike really bothered her.

Did it matter though? Not only did Jasmine want Mike, she had him. Mike was hers. That thought – that Mike belonged to another girl – really upset Jen. 

But she had Clint right? She knew he would be a good husband and father for Anna. They had a lot in common, they were sexually compatible. He was a pushy jerk sometimes, but she was attracted to that. And Clint didn't upset her like Mike, she didn't mind he slept with other girls. Mike was drama, Clint wasn't. Wouldn't she be happier with Clint?

Mike with Jasmine, her with Clint. They could still be friends. They had Anna after all.

She felt herself tearing up. "Get a hold of yourself!" she silently chastised herself. She wiped away a tear and did her best to pull herself together. It was bad enough she cried last night with Mike, she didn't want to cry in front of all her co-workers.

Mid-afternoon as the meeting wound down, Jen texted Mike "Meet V Bar in 30?"

Almost immediately Mike texted back "k".

Thirty minutes later at the Venetian's V Bar, Mike watched as Jen approached. She looked beautiful and sexy in a body hugging top and skirt. The skirt was short and showed off a lot of her legs. She wore hose and high heels too. Jen had stopped by the room to freshen up, so her hair and makeup were perfect. She looked achingly hot.

He noticed she wasn't carrying the yellow manila envelope. He didn't know what to make of that.

Mike rose to greet Jen. "Hi," he said giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"Hi," she said smiling cautiously at him. They sat down in a booth and ordered drinks.

"Have fun today?" she asked.

"Just hung out," he said with a shrug. "I'm thinking about catching a flight home tonight."

"Oh," Jen said looking disappointed. "You don't want to go to the tattoo parlor with me?"

Mike was about to say no, but god she looked so beautiful! Keeping his options open, he said "Maybe, the plane doesn't leave until 11 tonight."

"Okay," Jen said, still feeling deflated. They were both silent.

Finally Mike said "You wanted to talk?"

"Yeah," Jen said. "Don't you think we should?" 

"Yeah, I do," Mike said. There were still so many questions, so many things still unsaid. But where to start?

"You go first," Jen said as their drinks arrived.

"Okay," Mike said with a laugh. He got serious as he sipped his scotch. After a moment he said "I guess I'd like to know more about what happened with Drums."

Jen nodded slowly. "You know I broke up with him before Colin's party at Penn State," she began. Mike nodded. "I guess I still had feelings for him, but it's always that way. For me it was over. Not just Frankie but the game. We were planning to move to State College, start a family, remember?" Mike nodded again.

"The government arrested you," Jen continued. "No one knew where you were. They wouldn't even let Sam talk to you. Sam said they could hold you for years if they wanted. I freaked. I mean ... I freaked. Frankie was there, like, right after you got arrested he was there. I still had feelings for him. Not love, but ... feelings. He was a comfort."

Jen was quiet for a moment. Then she continued. "I told myself it was the game. Remember, you said I could see other men? Not Frankie though. But I thought, I mean ... like how me with Scott turns you on so much. Me with Colin. Like a rivals thing. I thought it'd excite you, me with Frankie. You'd be upset, I knew that. But I thought you'd be more turned on, and since I didn't love Frankie, you wouldn't be too mad. That's what I thought. And ... I needed him. Not forever, just right then. So much was going on all at the same time. You, Joe, Memphis. Frankie was like, a distraction, he helped me forget for a little while."

"You mean, when you had sex?" Mike gently prompted.

"... yeah," Jen admitted after a moment, looking down shamefaced.

"You had unprotected sex?" Mike asked, referring to her pregnancy.

"Just once," Jen said. Then wanting to come completely clean, she admitted "I didn't always make him use a condom." She added with a self-reproachful laugh, "I'm a slut right?" She looked down again, ashamed. She said "I never let him cum inside though. Except once."

"Was it an accident?"

"I don't know," Jen admitted sheepishly. "It was the day we won the Memphis account. Everyone went out to celebrate. I didn't go, I was too upset about you. I know it sounds weird, that it happened because I was upset about you, but ... I got drunk, high with Frankie. We had sex, he came inside me. It was the only time."

Mike nodded, thinking about Jen's words. Part of him wanted more details, the other part didn't.

"Are you okay?" Jen asked. She saw excitement on his face. She knew it was impossible for him not to get aroused by this talk. But she also knew he felt conflicted, his excitement mixed with pain.

"What happened next?" Mike asked, his throat hoarse from excitement. "You kept seeing him? After I moved to San Francisco?"

"It was more like, we fell into a routine," Jen said with a shrug. "We weren't a couple. He was there, familiar. That's all."

"So what happened?"

"It ended," Jen said with another shrug. "He was screwing Maggie. I seriously didn't care, but when it came out he hit me."

"He hit you?" Mike said alarmed, his eyes going wide.

"I threw him out," Jen said simply. "I don't ever want to see him again. I'm more upset I lost Maggie as my nanny. This happened right before you moved back."

"I'm sorry," Mike said, feeling angry and regretful at the same time.

"I've been hit before," Jen said with a shrug thinking of her first boyfriend Colin. She said it like getting hit was no big deal, but Mike could see the emotional pain in her eyes. She gave him a weak smile and said "Never by you of course."

Mike smiled back. His instinct was to protect her, and he felt guilty this had happened, even though he knew he had nothing to do with it. He vowed he would make Drums pay.

Jen was silent a long time, a debate going on inside her. Telling Mike about Frankie had been hard, but she felt better. It was like a confessional at church, good for her soul.

"I need to tell you something else," she said, her voice low.

"What?" Mike asked not able to hear her.

"I need to tell you something," she repeated, louder now. "Something else happened. I'm not proud it happened. But I don't regret it." She gave a humorless laugh and said "I know that makes no sense."

"What?" Mike prompted.

Jen had a hard time saying it, she couldn't make her lips form the words. But she knew it was like taking off a band aid, you had to do it fast despite the pain. So she blurted out "Joe and I had sex."

Mike's mouth opened in shock. He was speechless.

Wanting to get it over with, Jen hurriedly said "It happened while you were in London, before you got arrested. I was helping with his massage therapy. Just a few times. One night we had intercourse."

Mike noticed how she said "intercourse." So other times they had other kinds of sex? He wanted details but seeing her distressed he didn't press. Instead he said "Like mercy sex?"

"Yeah, I felt sorry for him," Jen said. Then she admitted, "I liked it." She hurriedly added "Not the sex so much. More like, because he was your brother. Like Jamie and Larry, remember?"

"Yeah," Mike said, his heart pounding. 

"I was going to tell you," Jen said. "I wanted to do it in person. Then you got arrested."

Mike nodded, his head spinning. He didn't say anything for long moments.

Finally Jen said desperately "Can you say something?"

After another moment, Mike admitted "I guess I hoped it would happen."

Jen gawked at Mike. "You planned it?" she asked, shocked.

"I didn't plan it," Mike quickly corrected her. "It was like a subconscious thing."

"But you've fantasized about me and Joe?" she said challengingly, putting her arms across her chest.

"You were friends, you flirted for years, he's my brother," Mike said. "Are you surprised?"

Jen scowled at Mike. She said angrily "I don't like you manipulated me." 

"I didn't plan it, I didn't know it would happen," he said honestly. "But if it did happen ... Joe couldn't know I knew. You had to do it on your own."

"God Mike," Jen lamented. WTF?! So with his brother, it had to be HER idea? His sexual fantasies were so complicated. She said "Do you know how long this has haunted me?"

"I'm sorry," Mike said feeling guilty. "I thought I'd only be gone a few weeks. We'd talk about it when I got home."

"So you DID plan it," Jen pressed. "You told me to take care of Joe, and said I could take a lover. You planned it."

"I didn't know it would happen," he insisted. Then he admitted "I guess I was giving you the green light."

"You should've told me," she said scowling at him.

"I just said ---"

"Right, it was your brother, it had to be my idea," Jen scoffed angrily. "So I'm such a slut, you knew I'd fuck him right?"

"Jen I didn't know anything would happen," he said exasperated. "How many times do I have to tell you you're not a slut, I'd never think of you that way."

Jen crossed her arms, scowling at him. "Never do that again," she scolded him. "I don't like being manipulated."

"I'm sorry," Mike said giving her an "I surrender" look. After a moment he said "I really do appreciate you taking care of my brother."

"Yeah, and I bet you have a big boner right now, right?" she said still angry.

Mike looked sheepish, not able to deny it.

"God," Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"I'd like to hear more details someday," Mike said with a crooked grin.

"Forget it, not happening," Jen said with another dismissive laugh, although this time there wasn't any anger in it. She couldn't help grinning at him. The situation was so ridiculous, so perverted, it was funny. 

But now that Jen knew how Mike planned things, how he manipulated her, how he set it up so she'd fuck Joe, so she'd fuck her brother ... it kinda turned her on. More than just kind of. Way more. It pissed her off, but still ....

"You devious shit," she told him, although she was still grinning at him.

Mike grinned back. 

"There's something else," Jen began getting serious. "That night we had intercourse? Joe took me again. I was sleeping, I didn't know."

"How do you know then?" Mike asked confused.

"Joe confessed to his priest," Jen said. 

"But ... why did he feel like he had to confess?" Mike asked, still confused. If they did it once, why did a second time matter? 

"The second time, Joe didn't use a condom," Jen said. "He came inside me."

Mike got it immediately. "You mean Anna?"

Jen nodded. "Joe might be Anna's biological father." She gave him a look. "You probably like that right?" Jen figured Mike would rather Joe be Anna's biological father, so she would be a legacy of Joe's life.

Mike surprised her when he immediately said "No, I'd rather Drums be her father."

"What?" Jen said surprised.

Mike gently explained, "Joe has cancer in his background. Drums doesn't."

Jen's mouth opened in surprise. She stared at Mike. His instinctive, immediately reaction was concern for Anna, not his brother Joe.

"Oh, okay," she said softly, not able to think of anything else to say.

"We need to find out who Anna's biological father is, we need to know," Mike insisted. "We need Drums to do a DNA test." Thinking a moment, he added "I'll take care of it."

Jen had thought of that, but didn't know how to approach Frankie even before their blowout. She said "Um ... how?"

"Don't worry, I'll take care of it," he assured her, looking determined. "I'll let you know the results."

"Um, okay," Jen said, feeling unbalanced. She kept staring at Mike.

Their drinks were empty. Sensing the intensity of their conversation, the waitress brought them new drinks without having been asked. Both Mike and Jen smiled appreciatively at her.

"So I guess it's your turn," Mike said taking a sip of his refreshed scotch.

"What?" Jen asked.

"Your turn to ask a question."

"Oh yeah," Jen said. She hesitated, then gently asked "I guess I'd like to know what happened in jail."

A look of anxiety and pain immediately came across Mike's face. Jen hurriedly said "You don't have to say."

Mike got himself under control and said "I'll tell you." He paused as he collected himself. Then he said "What they did was mostly emotional, mental. Not so much physical. I guess they didn't want to leave evidence of torture."

Jen nodded slowly, not sure she wanted to hear this.

"One time they water boarded a guy right next to me," Mike continued. "Then they started doing me. But they didn't do it."

"So they didn't water board you?" Jen said relieved.

"No they did," Mike said flinching at the memory. "But only sometimes. They'd throw my chair back with a bag over my head and a tube in my mouth, leave me that way for a long time. Sometimes they'd do it, sometimes they didn't. The not knowing was worse than when they did it."

"God," Jen said horrified.

"They shot a guy right next to me," Mike said. "Said he was a terrorist. They put a gun to his head and shot him, like an execution."

"God," Jen said her hand going to her mouth.

"Then I saw the guy the next day, he was one of the guards. They faked it."

"Why do that?"

Mike shrugged. "Mess with my head, keep me off balance. I don't know." He lowered his voice. "They did injections. They said it was truth serum. The doctor said sometimes it caused brain damage. After the first time, I couldn't see. I thought I was blind."

"What?" Jen said horrified.

"Another time, the injection did something to my arms and legs. I was paralyzed below the neck. They told me the damage was permanent. A bad reaction to the injection. I thought I'd be a quadriplegic the rest of my life."

"Oh Mike," Jen cried dismayed. She knew how independent Mike was. Having to rely on others would be a nightmare.

"The worst injection ... I couldn't think anymore," Mike said, his eyes focused at a spot on the wall as if remembering. "Things I did in my head ... simple math stuff. I couldn't do anymore." That one had been the hardest. Mike wasn't a handsome guy, he didn't have a beach body, his manhood was small. What distinguished him was his mind. If he lost that, he wouldn't have anything.




Life After We Pt. 10



Jen knew his insecurities. She said "But it got better, right?" She squeezed his hand encouragingly.

"Yeah," Mike said giving her a tight grin. But it was clear it had affected him. "That's what they did, things like that," he said with finality, signaling he didn't want to talk about it anymore. He drained the rest of his scotch, needing the alcohol. "I need a refill," he said. Despite the alcohol, he felt completely sober. 

"Me too," she said with a smile, gulping down the rest of her drink. She also felt completely sober. As if reading their minds, the waitress appeared a moment later with new drinks.

Jen sipped her new drink, feeling sad, guilty and regretful as she remembered those long months (almost a year) while Mike was in jail. How she'd done nothing to get him out, how she'd betrayed him by letting fuck her the one man Mike had prohibited.

Mike read her thoughts but he didn't say anything. He didn't blame her. Her hands had been tied, she hadn't been able to help him without hurting him worse. As for Drums, it turned him on she'd fucked his rival, just like Colin. Just like Scott.

Still ... he couldn't forgive her, not completely. It was something that would probably be between them for the rest of their lives. Like a wife raped before her husband's eyes. If there was a gun to his head, the husband would be powerless to help her. The wife would understand that, but still blame her husband for not trying to save her.

They were silent for long moments. Finally Jen forced a smile and said "I guess it's your turn."

"Yeah," Mike said. He forced the memories – the nightmare -- of his incarceration from his thoughts. He thought of his idea of making money, because it was related. He needed to talk to someone about it. He valued Jen's opinion more than anyone else's.

"I'm thinking of doing a deal with the government," he said to her. 

"What?" Jen said, off-balance by the change of subject. "What deal?"

"When I hacked into Sapphire, I used a software program to hide my tracks," Mike explained, whispering. "The government called it the Cloaking Device. You know, from Star Trek."

Jen nodded, vaguely recognizing the reference. She didn't often watch Star Trek, although Mike was a big Trekkie.

"That's why they let me go," Mike said. "I gave them the code for the Cloaking Device. But the Cloak's not perfect. It leaves a trail, if you know what to look for. I'm sure they've figured it out by now, they're probably not even using it."

"Okay ...," Jen said, not sure where Mike was going with this.

Mike lowered his voice even more. "I think I've figured out how to fix the Cloak, make it truly invisible. That's the deal. I'll give them a real Cloaking Device."

"But, then they could use it to spy on innocent people, right?" Jen asked.

Jen got it. She'd identified his moral dilemma. He said "When I was in jail, one of the guys – Allen, a scientist – he told me they'd been in the process of setting up a special court with oversight over Sapphire. To make it legal, like wiretaps."

"You believe him?"

Mike shrugged, as he didn't know. As if trying to convince himself as much as Jen, he said "A legal Cloak could really help protect the country."

"Yeah, but if they use it illegally ..." 

"Yeah." If the government used it illegally, no one would have any privacy. It would be much worse than Sapphire.

They were both silent, thinking about the dilemma. After a few moments she asked "What do you want from the government?"

"Under the settlement I can't do anything in finance or the stock market," Mike said. "I want them to lift the restriction so I can invest in the stock market. Not as a job, just personally."

"That's all you want?" Jen said surprised. "You don't want the money back?'

"That's all I need," Mike said looking confident.

Jen gave him a long look. In his own quiet, modest way, Mike was the most confident man she'd ever met. The most capable, the most powerful. It was kinda a turn on. More than kinda.

But he had blind spots. He wasn't good at dealing with people. She imagined him making an off-the-cuff offer to the government. No, that wasn't how things were done. People were too unpredictable, and these government people were serious, dangerous men. Things had to be orchestrated, nuanced. 

She needed time to think it through. If he did it wrong they might throw him in jail, torture him again until he told them how to fix the Cloaking Device. That possibility terrified her.

She took his hand and squeezed it. "Promise me you won't do anything without talking to me again," she said urgently. "Promise me."

"Okay, I promise," Mike said a little too fast and flippantly.

Jen frowned at Mike. In South Beach he'd promised not to hack into Sapphire, and he did anyway. [Writer's note: Consequences Part 11.] She tried to think of something that would seal Mike's promise, ensure he wouldn't break it. She thought of her daughter. 

"On Anna's life Mike," Jen said looking into Mike's eyes. "Promise on Anna's life you won't do anything without talking to me first."

Mike was startled by Jen's seriousness. He looked solemnly into her eyes and said "Okay, I promise on Anna's life." This time his words sounded like an oath made with God. 

It was good talking to her about this. He smiled and said "Thanks for hearing me out."

"Thanks for confiding in me," she said smiling back. She added with a laugh, "I think it's still your turn."

"Okay," Mike said with a laugh back. He thought of the manila envelope with the divorce papers inside. He asked, "So, are you gonna marry Clint?"

"He hasn't asked me," Jen said evasively.

"Come on," Mike prompted. He tapped Jen's half full glass. "This is truth serum."

Jen shrugged. "I'm thinking about it," she said honestly.

"What does that mean?" Mike said, laughing to hide his anxiety.

"It means what I said," Jen said getting annoyed. She shot back "What's your big JasMike announcement in 2 weeks?"

"How'd you know about that?" Mike asked surprised.

"God Mike really?" she said sarcastically. "A girl like Jasmine makes an announcement to announce they'll be no announcement until the official announcement. That's how she works, you haven't figured it out by now?"

"I get she's controlling her image," Mike said. Feeling like he owed it to Jasmine to defend her, he added "It's important, she wants to get into politics."

"Oh major alert, Jasmine's getting into politics, I never would have figured that one out," Jen said sarcastically, anger in her voice.

"I think she'll be good in politics," Mike said, continuing to defend Jasmine. "I bet you vote for her, her views are close to yours."

Jen laughed sarcastically. "Mike, believe me, I will never vote for Jasmine Kelly. Never ever." (But Jen was wrong. For the rest of her life, Jen voted for Jasmine whenever she ran for office. And so did Mike.)

Jen crossed her arms and glared at Mike. "Is that what the announcement's about? Jasmine's getting into politics? Or something else?"

"Jen ...." Mike started, feeling uncomfortable. "I can't say. I promised Jasmine."

Jen looked at Mike, feeling like he'd hit her. Never before had he picked another girl over her. Yet, by not answering her question, by remaining loyal to Jasmine, that was exactly what he'd done, picked Jasmine over her. 

"Okay, whatever," she said with an unconcerned shrug, doing her best to hide her feelings. She got up. Keeping her voice level, she asked "Are you going with me to the tattoo parlor or what?"

His eyebrows rose. He was surprised she still wanted him to go. He thought about saying no. Not out of meanness, but what was the point? 

But he sensed this might be the last time they ever spent time together, just the two of them. After tonight, their life together would really be over. 

"Yeah, I'll go," he said getting up.

"Okay then," she said.

They rode in silence to the Voodoo Tattoo parlor, both of them staring at (but not seeing) the sparkling lights of Las Vegas. Both felt like things were ending. 

The muscular black tattoo artist grinned as Jen walked in. Still distracted by emotions, Jen could only manage a weak smile and half-hearted hug hello. 

"Mike, this is Davis," Jen said. "Davis this is Mike, he's my ... my husband." She glanced at Mike and he nodded. They were playing the same game as yesterday.

Davis nodded. So he was her husband? Last time she told him she was divorced. He inwardly shrugged. Maybe they got back together. After all she had a ring on her finger.

He sensed the uncomfortable tension between them. Something heavy was definitely going on and it wasn't "happily ever after." Whatever, it wasn't his business. He gave a friendly smile and said "Back for another tat?"

"I'm thinking about making my tattoo bigger, like we talked about?" Jen said.

"You got it," Davis said amiably. He dug through a pile of books and pulled out a stencil of a tattoo, like the one on her back but larger. "This one right?" he said.

Jen joined him by the books and looked at the stencil. "Yeah, that one," she said softly, not really caring, her heart only half into the game this time. 

Davis sensed her melancholy. "Cheer up, this is Vegas," he whispered.

"People here always say 'this is Vegas,' like that means something," Jen whispered back. "Vegas isn't a magic pill, it doesn't solve problems."

"It helps people forget their problems," Davis whispered back. He joked, "If you don't like the Vegas pill, take another one."

Jen gave him a "whatever" shrug. But then she realized she DID have a pill. She thought about it and finally decided "what the fuck." She wasn't going to spend all night gloomy and brooding. After all, she was Jen, the bubbly, happy-go-lucky girl. Right? She didn't need a party. SHE was the party. At least that was what she told herself.

"You have vodka?" she asked Davis, now speaking normally.

"You bet," Davis said pulling a bottle of ice cold vodka from the refrigerator.

She took the bottle, giving Davis another weak smile. She collected herself, forcing the melancholy away. Then she walked over to Mike.

She took a drink of vodka straight from the bottle and explained "Getting inked hurts, vodka helps." She laughed cheerily and said "Want some?"

"Sure," Mike said laughing back, getting into her fun, cheerful mood. He took a drink while Jen reached into her purse. She pulled out a pill.

"Ecstasy," she told him with a mischievous smile. She said "I feel wild tonight." She put the pill in her mouth and washed it down with another slug of vodka. "You'll watch over me right? Or I might get gangbanged by Scott and Leo."

Mike's eyes grew wide, his heart suddenly pounding. "Yeah, I'll be your wingman," he said grinning at her.

"Good boy," Jen said with a grin back, and she playfully bumped her hip against his. She motioned to a chair. "Sit there." Then she turned back to Davis. "Let's do this," she said to him. She smiled at him, this time a real smile.

"What was that?" Davis asked as he moved behind her.

"Ecstasy," Jen told him.

"You're a bad girl," Davis said with a laugh.

Jen bent at the waist and leaned her elbows on the table, like last time. "You have no idea," she said giving him a sultry, teasing look over her shoulder. The Ecstasy was already hitting her. She felt like she was floating, in a dream, her body tingling. 

Davis grinned at her. "Okay, this is gonna be fun," he thought to himself. He said "You need to lower your skirt."

Jen pushed out her ass. "Do what you have to do," she said.

Davis's grin grew wider. He unzipped her skirt, then pulled it down her legs.

"You have to take it off?" Mike asked when Davis had it around her knees.

"It's okay Mike, Davis went to Harvard," Jen said giving him a smile. Her eyelids were heavy and cheeks flushed. She looked high (which she was).

Davis had seen everything, and he keyed in immediately to their dynamic. Jen was a hot wife and Mike was a cuckold. His dick jerked in his pants. He liked fucking other men's wives, and fucking a cuckold's wife was even better. 

He looked at Mike and said "Don't worry Mike, I'll take care of her." Grinning at Mike, he pulled Jen's skirt the rest of the way off. She stepped out of it and Davis tossed it aside. 

Davis admired she wore stockings, even in the Vegas heat (although it wasn't too hot this time of the year, especially at night). "Nice," he gushed, running his hand up Jen's killer legs. He ran his hand past her lacy stocking tops, over the bare flesh of her toned thighs and then onto her tight ass. He squeezed her firm yet soft cheeks. "Your wife has a great ass," he said grinning at Mike.

"He likes my ass Mike," Jen said with a giggle, wiggling her ass in Davis's face. Davis laughed and playfully slapped her ass. Jen yelped but half laughed too, he hadn't hit her too hard.

"Come on, just do the tattoo," Mike said disapprovingly, frowning at both of them.

Jen wrinkled her brow at Mike. She walked over to him, bumping her stockinged leg against his hand. "Will you be able to handle this?" she asked. Her voice was soft, she didn't say it mean, it was just a question.

Mike's hand automatically stroked Jen's leg. He loved feeling the silky nylons. "Does he have to touch you?" he said.

"He's gonna ink me," Jen said. Then, knowing it would drive Mike crazy, she added in a whisper "You know, brand me." She smiled seeing him shiver at her words.

Jen felt Davis beside her. "Ought to take this off," he said unbuttoning her blouse. Grinning at Mike he added "Don't want to get ink on this pretty blouse.'

Jen let Davis unbutton her blouse. She took it off her shoulders and handed it to Mike. "Hold this for me baby?" 

Davis's eyes roamed Jen's body (she was down to her bra, thong, stockings and high heels). This chick had an amazing body!

"I'm thinking of getting another tat," Jen said to Davis. She pulled her long, lush blonde hair aside and said "Behind my neck."

"No," Mike said immediately. He hated the idea of tattoos on Jen's body, marring her perfect, unblemished skin. The tramp stamp was bad enough, but not behind her neck. That was too close to her pretty face.

Jen gave Mike a long look. Then she leaned over and whispered in his ear, "You don't have a say anymore, do you?" Then to be mean – because she was still hurt over their earlier conversation – she added "Clint likes tattoos, he'll want me to get more, and I will, for him."

Jen stood back up, giving Mike a "so there" look. She felt Davis's fingers on the back of her neck. "It'll look good here," he said. He traced a circle on her skin. "Maybe a circle design."

"Yeah, I was thinking a circle too," Jen said, but she was still looking at Mike. She saw he was upset, sad. She regretted what she said, she'd crossed the line. 

She sat on Mike's lap, straddling his legs. She put her arms around his neck, their faces just inches apart. "Sorry that was mean," she said. Mike didn't respond, instead he gave her a hurt puppy dog look. That never failed to melt her heart. She said defensively "You were mean to me."

"I promised Jasmine," Mike objected.

"And you don't think that's mean?" Jen said with a scowl. She knew that made no sense. Still floating from the Ecstasy, she played with the buttons of his shirt. "Let's not fight," she said.

In answer, Mike pulled her to him and kissed her. She kissed him back, and soon they were seriously making out. 

When they finally broke apart, both were gasping. Jen had a major cum face on. "Do you want to take me back to the hotel?" she asked Mike, offering herself to him. "Or stay here?"

Mike looked over at Davis. The black man was tall, broad shouldered. Despite his Harvard education he looked mean, a permanent scowl across his face. His skin was jet black, like the black liquid he used to ink pretty girls.

With a voice dry from excitement, he said "Stay here." 

Just like yesterday, Jen gave him a knowing smile and said "I knew you'd say that."

Jen stood up. Mike had to steady her as she almost fell. The Ecstasy made her feel like floating, but that made it hard to walk especially in high heels.

Jen moved back towards Davis but Mike stopped her. "Wait, won't the Ecstasy make it hurt more?"

"Oh," Jen said. She hadn't thought of that. The Ecstasy made her skin supersensitive, at that moment she was tingling all over. Would it make pain hurt more too?

"Let's see," Davis said. He leaned Jen over the table as before. He took a sharp needle and pushed it against her skin.

"Ouch, stop," Jen cried immediately, the drug enhanced pain making her tear up.

"I guess this isn't happening tonight," Davis said with a shrug.

"Yeah, sorry," Jen said standing back up. She looked at Mike. Despite his reservations about tattoos, he looked disappointed.

She walked over to him. He stood up, offering her blouse and skirt to her. Ignoring the clothes she whispered "Do me a favor?" 

"Yeah, what?"

"Unsnap my bra," she said looking into his eyes.

"What? Why?"

"Don't you want Davis to see my breasts?" she whispered. Seeing the excitement on Mike's face she added "I need to pay him, for last time." It was a lie, she'd already paid with money, but the truth didn't matter at that moment.

Mike's eyes went wide. With trembling hands he reached behind Jen and unsnapped her bra. Then he pulled it off her arms. He dropped the bra and then took her breasts in his hands. "These are perfect," he gushed. 

Jen smiled appreciatively at him. But her joy at his compliment was tempered knowing Jasmine's were probably perfect too, and a lot bigger than hers. She forced Jasmine from her head, she didn't want to ruin tonight.

"Davis, can you come here?" Jen said to him. As she turned to him, Mike pulled his hands away from her breasts.

"This is a surprise," Davis said looking at her bare tits. He reached out and cupped her. "Nice," he said. "Natural right?"

"Yeah right, like I'd still be this small after a boob job," Jen said with a laugh. She flushed as he thumbed her nipples. She looked at Mike with her cum face on. Then she looked back at Davis. "You said there are lots of ways to pay, not just money, right?" 

"Oh yeah, absolutely" Davis said grinning. He continued to fondle her breasts, and she let him. He teased "Of course, more credit for better service."

Jen laughed. She said confidently, "Believe me, you won't be disappointed." It was a borderline arrogant thing to say. But like Mike, who could do magic with numbers and computers, she knew how to pleasure a man. She had the body, the experience, and was up for anything (almost).

She sat Mike back in the chair. Then she got on her knees in front of Davis. She was so close to Mike her shoulder almost touched his leg. "So what do you have for me?" she asked smiling up at him and running her hands over his crotch.

"Oh I've got a lot baby," Davis boasted. 

"Promises, promises," Jen teased. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them down. His hard cock looked massive in his tight shorts. In fact, the head and part of his shaft extended beyond the waist band. "Oh my," she said as if in awe.

Jen pulled down his shorts and his cock popped out. He was big and thick, bigger than Hunter last night. "You're big," she said impressed, taking him into her hands. She looked at Mike and said "He's so big, baby."

"Yeah," Mike said, looking at the black man's jet black cock in Jen's small white hands. The one word came out like a moan.

Jen licked up and down his thick shaft, lubricating him. Then she took the head into her mouth, sucking him as she used her hands to stroke his shaft.

"Oh yeah babe, you like black cock don't you?" Davis groaned. 

"Yeah, I like black cock," Jen said looking up into his eyes, his cockhead pressing against her wet lips. She opened her lips wide and took him into her mouth (although there was a lot more outside than inside her mouth). 




Life After We Pt. 10



"Oh yeah that's good," Davis groaned, slowly pumping in and out of her mouth. He stroked her cheek. "Yeah, you got a pretty face to fuck." 

He withdrew his cock from her mouth. Holding his shaft, he rubbed his cock across her face, making her cheeks and nose wet with his pre-cum and her own spit. "Your wife likes my black cock in her pretty face," Davis said to Mike. "You like it too, don't you Mike?"

When Mike didn't say anything, Davis laughed. "That's okay Mike," he said in a taunting voice. "But you know this black cock's gonna be fucking your pretty wife. You know that right? My black cock's gonna be inside her pussy. You got a small dick right? So your wife's pussy's gonna feel real tight around my cock."

Jen took hold of Davis's cock and stroked him with both hands. As she did she looked at Mike with an excited cum face. "Take it out Mike, show Davis," she urged him.

Like in an out of body experience, Mike found himself opening his pants and pulling out his dick. His manhood paled compared to Davis's, both shorter and thinner. Way shorter and thinner. He flushed as Davis grinned at his small equipment.

"It's alright Mike, it's how you use it, not size right?" Davis said with a big grin.

"He's really good using it," Jen said, giving Mike an encouraging smile.

"See? There you go," Davis said, barely holding back a laugh. Mike flushed red, yet his cock felt as hard as granite in his hand.

Davis pulled Jen to her feet. He ran his hands over her body as he kissed her. Jen kissed him back as she hurriedly undressed them. They made out as they fondled each other.

Jen had to get on her tip toes to kiss the tall black man. Seeing Jen's incredible legs extended like that, trading tongue with Davis as they petted and fondled, it drove Mike mad with lust. Feeling out of control, he dropped to his knees and took Jen's ass cheeks in his hands. Parting her soft cheeks, he dove into her crack and passionately licked her super sensitive asshole.

"Oh fuck!" Jen moaned, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. "Mike's licking my ass!"

"You like that?" Davis asked, looking behind her to see Mike's face planted up her crack. He'd never done that to a girl, although plenty had ate his ass. It was definitely an exquisite pleasure, but it was something a girl did to a guy, not the other way around. He didn't think much of Mike. Of course, with such a small dick, he figured Mike had to do something to keep a hot wife like Jen satisfied.

Davis tore open a condom and rolled it onto his cock. Mike noticed, and was glad he didn't have to tell Davis to wear one. 

"You keep licking her ass hole Mike," Davis said in the taunting voice again. "I'm gonna have fun in her pussy."

Davis bent at his knees, and then he thrust up powerfully, penetrating Jen. Jen squealed at the sudden penetration. It hurt a little, but she was used to big cock by now. She loved how they stretched her, how they made her feel so full. A big cock inside her made her feel so much like a woman!

Davis pushed more and more of his cock into her until he was balls deep. Then he began moving up and down, in and out. With each upward thrust he practically lifted Jen out of her high heels.

As Davis fucked her, Mike kept eating her ass. Jen reached behind and grabbed his hair, pulling him even deeper into her crack. She was in sexual bliss, with Davis fucking her and Mike licking her ass. In just moments she came, her body quivering on Davis's long thick shaft.

They hurriedly rearranged themselves. Jen got on her hands and knees and Davis took her from behind. Mike got in front of Jen and she took him into her mouth. After just a few seconds he exploded in her mouth. His orgasm was fantastic but he felt embarrassed at cumming so quickly.

Davis pounded her hard from behind. He fucked her so hard she groaned with every thrust. "Baby, do something for me," she said pleadingly to Mike.

"What?" he asked. 

"Lick my clit," Jen said. She had on a desperate look, the face she often got when she was close to cumming.

Mike hesitated only a moment. He crawled under Jen, so they were in the 69 position. With his head below her pussy, he could see Davis's huge cock pounding in and out of her. Mike extended his tongue and licked her clit. There was no way he could avoid touching Davis's shaft with his tongue. He knew that was what Jen wanted, for Davis's big black cock to slide over the flat of his tongue. Mike went with it, knowing that fantasy gave her a lot of pleasure.

Feeling Mike not resisting, Jen lowered her pussy onto his face, using his face like a pillow. Now as Davis fucked her, his cock not only rubbed against Mike's tongue, it also rubbed across his face. Again Mike decided to go with it.

Jen realized Mike wasn't resisting. She sensed he didn't enjoy it, he was just enduring it. He was submitting to it. He was letting Davis rub his cock over his face, over his tongue, even though he didn't like it. That realization drove Jen crazy! She exploded in a massive orgasm! It was one of the best orgasms of her entire life!

Mike crawled out from under Jen. Davis fucked her hard through her orgasm, and she never stopped panting and moaning. She was clearly enjoying the hard fucking. Watching them fuck got him hard again.

With Mike out of the way, Davis took the opportunity to flip Jen onto her back. He dug his feet into the carpet. Using that extra leverage, he fucked Jen even harder. He jack hammered her pussy, plunging deep inside over and over like a battering ram. Jen grabbed his arms to keep from getting fucked right through the floor, and her moans were continuous. 

Sweat soaked their bodies as they relentlessly fucked. Finally Davis tensed and let out a massive cry, and then he lunged deep inside Jen as he came.

Davis lay on top of Jen. They both panted heavily as they came down from their intense fucking. Finally Davis pulled out. Mike saw the condom was loaded with his sperm. Davis tossed the cum filled condom in the trash then collapsed into a chair, spent from the fucking. Still panting, he said to Mike "Your wife has a sweet pussy."

Mike looked at Jen. She was still on her back, still panting. After the hard fucking, she looked like a rag doll tossed on the floor, her arms and legs limp. But she still had her cum face on. That meant she hadn't cum again from Davis's fucking, but she was close.

Mike saw his chance. He was rock hard again. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted his cock to push her over the edge into another orgasm. He wanted her to cum on his cock.

He got down on the floor, moved on top of her. Jen welcomed him, wrapping her arms around him. They kissed passionately, and Jen fondled his body as much as he fondled hers. 

Jen reached between their bodies and guided Mike's cock inside her. She made no move to put a condom on him. "Make love to me," she said looking deep into his eyes.

"I want to make you cum," he told her.

"I just want you inside me," she said stroking his cheek.

Mike knew he could make Jen cum. He'd made Jasmine cum on his cock, Tara and Gia too. It wasn't rocket science. Stay hard, rub her clit while stroking in and out, fondle her erogenous zones. Fuck a girl long enough like that and she'd cum, especially since Mike sensed Jen was already close.

But as soon as Mike entered Jen, he felt his orgasm approaching. This, despite the fact he didn't feel a lot as Davis's thick cock had stretched her. In fact, knowing she'd been stretched by the black man inflamed his cuckold lust even more. After just a few strokes, barely a minute inside her, Mike came.

Davis chuckled at Mike's performance, having heard him announce he was going to make Jen cum. Mike's pitiful performance wouldn't have made a horny teenage virgin cum. 

Jen glared at Davis. She tenderly stroked Mike's hair. She whispered softly into his ear, "It's a compliment, you know?" She gave him tender kisses, trying to make him feel better.

Jen and Mike were a mess. So was Davis, but he didn't have to taxi back to the Venetian. They got dressed. Jen hugged Davis and gave him a crooked grin. She knew she had a friend and fuck buddy in Vegas. Davis knew it too, so he smiled back at her.

Again they were silent in the cab. But this time Jen snuggled into his arms. Mike enjoyed holding her, but he was distraught. He felt like such a loser. 

He'd seen Davis fuck Jen. Davis had fucked her like a real man. All Jen's lovers fucked her like real men. Mike was a loser. He had a tiny dick and shot off early. 

What was he good for? Jen reveled in the hard fucking she got from real men like Davis and Clint. What did she get from him? All he did was satisfy her kinky fantasies of a straight guy being forced to suck off another straight guy.

As if reading his mind, Jen said "That was freaking awesome. It was the best orgasm ever."

"Yeah," Mike said not wanting to talk about it.

Jen heard the hurt in Mike's voice. She said "It was your tongue that got me off, not Davis. You know that right?" She hugged him. "You're freaking amazing!"

"Yeah, sure," Mike said disheartened. Maybe it'd been his tongue, but only because he was licking Davis's cock as well as Jen's clit.

Jen looked into Mike's face. She sighed. She gave him a tender kiss, then snuggled back into his arms.

They were lucky again. They didn't run into anyone on the way to their connecting rooms. Like last night, they showered and then Jen got into Mike's bed with him. She rolled onto the side and pulled Mike to her so he spooned her. With all the alcohol, Ecstasy and fucking, she fell to sleep immediately. Mike was still bothered so he thought he'd be up all night fretting, but he fell asleep soon after Jen.

When Mike awoke it was mid-morning, the sun already bright. He was alone in bed. Had Jen already dressed and gone to her meetings? But then why didn't she wake him like yesterday? Maybe she was in her room dressing.

Mike went over to the connecting door. His side was still open, but hers was closed. He tried it. Locked. What was going on? 

He put his ear to the door. He heard movement and his suspicions rose.

Mike remembered the shared balcony. He went outside. Her curtain was partly open. The sliding glass door was cracked open too (he must not have shut it completely yesterday when he went out onto her side of the balcony). His suspicions were confirmed by the sounds he heard. Then he looked in and his heart sank.

Jen and Clint were on the bed. They were naked and she was on top, riding his cock. She had her cum face on. Jen moaned as she rode him, a desperate passionate look on her face. She groaned as he cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples, and then her body quivered as she came all over his big cock. 

Jen collapsed onto his chest. Clint rolled her onto her back. He slowly stroked in and out. Jen wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed as he fucked her. No, he wasn't fucking her. He was making love to her. And Jen was making love to him.

Mike couldn't stand watching anymore. This confirmed all his fears. He was just the "boyfriend" in her game. Clint was her real man, the man she loved, the man she was going to marry as soon as he asked her. Their recent experiences had been thrilling, but they were just a game. She might have a fondness for him because of their past, but that was all it was, a fondness.

Maybe they'd be friends forever. Maybe they might even hook up every few years, play their game. But it'd be just a temporary thrill. Their life as man and wife, as best friends, as soul mates, that life was over.

Surprisingly, Mike wasn't at all aroused by what he'd seen. He suddenly realized a truism of the hotwife/cuckold fantasy. The fantasy revolved around seeing YOUR girl with another man, the risk of losing YOUR girl. It didn't work if the girl wasn't yours. 

Mike took a shower and packed. There was an early flight back to New York and he wanted to be on it. He wanted to see Anna. He felt the little girl could help mend his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he desperately wanted to see Anna. At that moment he realized the joy and comfort a child could bring to a person's life. 

There was a soft knock at the connecting door. Mike didn't know whether he wanted to open it. Finally he did.

Jen stood there, looking freshly showered and dressed for work. Mike didn't see Clint.

"Clint arrived last night," she whispered. "He called my cell from the airport. You slept through it."

"Okay," Mike said. He could fill in the blanks. Jen moved to her room, she closed her side of the connecting door. She and Clint probably fucked all night long.

Jen saw the suitcase. "You're leaving?" 

"Yeah," Mike said. He didn't provide any additional explanation. What more was needed?

Jen nodded. She understood. She actually looked relieved. It would be awkward having Mike around, now that Clint was there.

"Would you mind if I picked up Anna from your sister's?" Mike asked hopefully. "I'll take her back to the loft apartment."

"Yeah, sure," Jen said immediately. That would save her a major hassle of picking up Anna when she got home. Also, it would be good if Anna spent more time with Mike.

"I probably won't stay over at the loft apartment anymore after you get home," he told her. "I'll still watch Anna during the day, until the next semester starts," he quickly added. "But I'll take off when you get home after work." For his well-being, Mike needed to stop playing the game with Jen. To do that he needed to stop sleeping over at the loft apartment.

"Oh," Jen said. She kept her face neutral. "Okay." They were silent a few moments. Then Jen said "Um ... there's a party next weekend. At Belinda's. Can you come? I'd like to talk to you."

"I'm here, you can talk to me now," Mike said with a nervous laugh. He looked behind her. The manila envelope lay on the table. It was open. No doubt Clint had asked her about the divorce papers. Did she want to talk about that, get him to sign? 

"Um, I'd rather wait," she said, looking as nervous as Mike. "Can you come to the party?"

"Yeah, sure," Mike said with a shrug. "Whatever" he thought.

Just then Clint emerged from the bathroom. He saw Mike and walked over, looking as confident as ever. They chatted for a few moments, talking about nothing – the weather, the Venetian, the dismal NY Jets. 

"I better go," Jen said. She had meetings that morning. She gave Mike an awkward goodbye hug. "I'll see you Mike, take care."

"Yeah, you too," he said. They shared a brief moment, looking into each other's eyes. Then she turned to Clint. She kissed him on the lips and hugged him (a real hug, unlike the one she gave Mike). Then she was gone.

Mike felt awkward standing there alone with Clint. "I've got to get to the airport," he mumbled. He turned to leave.

"Hold on Mike," Clint said. He put his hand on Mike's shoulder. It felt like a steel vise. "We need to talk, man to man."

"What?" Mike said turning back to him, pushing Clint's arm away.

"I have nothing against you," Clint said. "In fact, I support what you did in Liberty-gate. But you need to understand, Jen's with me now. You understand she's going to marry me, right? There's a reason she wears my ring on her finger."

"Why are you telling me this?" Mike said belligerently.

"This is about Anna," Clint said.

"What about Anna?" Mike growled angrily.

"Calm down Mike, we're talking man to man," Clint said demeaningly. "I want you to think about what's good for Anna. She needs a father, a strong family structure. I'm the man in Jen's life. I'm going to be her husband. And I'm going to be Anna's father. It won't be good for her if you're around. It'll just confuse her."

"You're telling me not to see Anna?" Mike said angrily. Clint was bigger and stronger, but Mike was ready to fight.

"I'm trying to do this like adults," Clint said. "The fact is, you can't do anything about it. I've already talked to Frankie, he's agreed to give up parental rights. After our wedding, the first thing I'm doing is adopting Anna. So I'm practically Anna's legal father right now. As her father, I want you to stop seeing her. I hope you respect that. If you don't, I'll go to court and get a restraining order."

Mike took a step back. He felt like he'd just been punched in the gut. Not see Anna anymore? Lose both Jen and Anna?

Clint smiled, knowing he'd won. He said smugly "You need to understand Mike. Jen and Anna, they're my girls now. Jen is mine, and so is Anna. Whatever you had, it's over."



Life After We Pt. 11



After landing in LaGuardia, Mike drove a rental car to Emma's house (Jen's sister). Anna squealed with delight at seeing Mike, opening her arms to be picked up and excitedly saying "My My, My My!" Mike drove Anna back to the loft apartment. For the rest of the weekend, Mike played games with Anna, read her books, and took her to the zoo and the park. 

They had a great time together, giving each other a lot of hugs and kisses. But in the back of his head he worried about what Clint had said. Surely Jen wouldn't cut him off from Anna. Children nowadays needed as much love and support they could get. How could his relationship with Anna confuse her? Even if Clint married Jen and became Anna's legal father, Mike could still be Anna's uncle, or maybe even her godfather. How was that not a good thing?

Mike sensed Clint's real motivations. Clint didn't care if Mike was around Anna, not really. What he cared about was Jen. Clint didn't want Mike around Jen. He wanted Mike out of the way so he could have Jen all to himself.

Mike actually didn't blame Clint. When they first started dating, Mike hated it whenever Jen saw Colin. Even while playing the game, it always got to the point when Mike was done with Jen's "boyfriends," when he wanted them gone so he could have Jen all to himself again. 

The fact was, Clint's concerns about Mike were justified. Mike DID want Jen, not just as her "boyfriend" in the game, but as her real husband again. Mike loved Jen and wanted her back.

Mike had been holding back, not wanting to be like Tom or Drums, the "boyfriend" in the game trying to take her away from Clint. But he wasn't going to lose Jen without putting up a fight. He resolved to open his heart to her. He'd tell her he loved her now more than ever, tell her he wanted her back as his wife, tell her he loved Anna and would be the best father he could be. He wouldn't wait for Belinda's party, he'd talk to her as soon as she got home from Vegas.

Jen felt off balance as the meetings broke for the day. Just yesterday she'd been with Mike. Now she was with Clint.

She should be happy though, right? Clint was her man, not Mike. She and Mike were good friends, great friends even, and they knew how to push each other's sexual buttons. But all that was just a game. In real life, she was with Clint and Mike was with Jasmine. So she should be happy her man was with her now, right?

Clint was waiting when she got to her room. He greeted her with a passionate kiss and an erection. Within moments she was naked and underneath him on the bed, with his long hard cock deep inside her pussy.

To his credit, Clint didn't ask what she'd done with Mike. But he fucked her last night, this morning (when Mike had watched, but she didn't know that) and now. Partly it was for the pleasure. But mostly it was to take her back, to reclaim her body and soul as his. Jen understood that. She knew how men like Clint were. So she gave herself willing to Clint. After all they were a couple. And it wasn't like she didn't enjoy it. Clint was handsome, had an awesome body, and was aggressive in bed just how she liked it. He never failed to give her an incredible toe curling orgasm.

After they were done Jen lay with her head on his chest. "We better get ready for dinner," she said as she stroked his muscular arm. They got into the shower together. They soaped each other, and then Clint got on his knees. He pulled her to him and began eating her. Surprised, Jen giggled at first. She thought he was playing as he rarely went down on her, and never to completion. But her giggles turned to moans as he feasted on her clit. He wasn't great at oral, but the fact this strong, powerful lawyer was eating her out pushed her over the edge. Her back arched and then she came on his mouth, grinding her pussy on his face.

"Oh my god that was so freaking awesome!" Jen gushed, collapsing into his chest as he stood up. She tenderly washed his face, wiping her juices from him. He was hard again and his cock poked her flat tummy. "Now your turn," she said with a smile, grasping his thick rod.

"I'll wait for later," Clint said smiling into her eyes. "That was for you."

"Really?" she said surprised. Sometimes Clint could be so tender and caring.

"Yeah," he said looking lovingly into her eyes. "I love you Jen." He wrapped his arms around her. She kissed his chest and melted into him, but didn't say anything back.

After doing her hair and makeup, Jen slipped into a thin silk dress that hugged her curves without being too tight. It was held up by two thin spaghetti straps and ended mid-thigh. Underneath she wore a strapless bra, thong and thigh high stockings. She finished the outfit with stiletto high heels.

Clint rubbed her back. He looked disappointed and Jen assumed it was because she was wearing a bra (he preferred her braless). "This dress is so thin honey, I have to wear a bra around my co-workers," she said gently, rubbing his chest. 

Clint gave her a weak smile. "That's not it," he said. "You didn't say anything after I told you I love you."

Jen said, "Of course I love you." But she said it in a carefree flippant way, the way you'd say "Of course I love chocolate." She gave him a quick hug and said "Come on, we'll be late."

Clint wasn't going to let her get away with the evasive answer. He grabbed her hand and asked "Did you talk to Mike about the divorce papers?" 

"Don't rush me Clint, it's complicated," Jen said bristling at his pushiness. Wanting to avoid an argument, she blurted out "The last thing I need right now is to have to find someone to look after Anna."

Clint nodded slowly, as if understanding now. "That's why you're not finalizing the divorce, you need Mike to babysit?" he asked. 

Jen shrugged. She threaded her arm in his and leaned into him. "Come on honey, we'll be late."

As always, Clint was the life of the party at the reception. He was charismatic and engaging, and people (both men and women) were drawn to him. Initially Jen stayed by his side, her arm in his, but she slowly drifted away as she chatted with her co-workers. 

She still felt off-balance, yesterday with Mike, today with Clint. They were so different. Mike was shy and a loner, he hated receptions like this. In contrast, Clint was in his element. He was engaging and outgoing, a real man's man so he attracted men as well as women like bees to honey.

Allie walked up to Jen. "Hey," she said to her best friend.

"What do you think of Clint?" Jen asked, watching her boyfriend work the crowd.

Allie looked at Clint. "He's a hottie," she said. "He's nice, I like him."

"The kind of man you always thought I should've married," Jen said still looking at Clint. "Instead of Mike."

"Come on Jen, I never said that," Allie objected.

"Yes you did," Jen said.

Allie was about to object more but stopped. Jen was right, she HAD said it, many times. But not lately.

"That's okay," Jen said squeezing Allie's hand. She walked back over to Clint. She knew people were talking, Mike yesterday, Clint today. She didn't care. Or, it was more like, she felt numb, like an out of body experience. She was just going with it, living moment to moment, not knowing where she was going.

Clint smiled as she approached. He put his arm around her. "We better get going," he told her.

"We have dinner here," Jen objected looking at her co-workers moving to the ballroom where dinner was set up.

"I made plans with clients who live in Vegas," Clint explained. He gave her his most charming smile. "You don't mind, do you? Your company's dinner's optional, right?"

"Yeah, sorta," Jen said with a shrug. "Okay, let's go."

"You're sure you don't mind missing your company's dinner?" Clint asked a few minutes later in the stretch limo.

"It's okay, I see them all the time," Jen said. She gave him a gentle scowl and said "I wish you would've asked me before you made plans."

"Oh, sorry," Clint said looking sheepish. "You're right, I should've asked first."

"That's okay," Jen said. She snuggled into his arm and ran her hand down his leg. She felt his erection.

"You look amazing tonight," he said. "I can't keep my eyes off you."

"I can tell," Jen said with a giggle. She gently squeezed his erection. Clint leaned down and kissed her.

"Do something for me," he whispered into her ear. He rubbed her back, over her bra strap. "Take this off."

"Oh god," Jen said with a laugh. In this dress she'd be showing a lot without a bra. Like, everything. But if that was what Clint wanted ...

She reached behind her and unsnapped the bra. She stuffed the lacy material in her purse and then arched her back at Clint. "Better?"

"Much," Clint said, looking at her chest. He liked the way the silky material of Jen's dress molded around her small yet perfectly shaped tits. "You're perfect, you know that Jen?" he said cupping her breasts with his hands. He held her tits possessively, like they belonged to him.

Jen felt herself getting wet. She had a submissive streak, and it excited her the way Clint took control. Pulling her away from her firm's dinner, making her take off her bra. It annoyed her (especially the dinner thing), but turned her on too.

She thought of Mike and realized again how different the two men were. Clint was an aggressive, take charge kind of man. Mike was easy going, more go with the flow.

Jen still had her hand on Clint's crotch. She felt his large manhood. That was another way the two men differed.

The taxi took them to Joël Robuchon at the MGM Grand. There were 3 other couples there. All eyes turned to look at Jen as they approached. The other girls were attractive and looked like trophy wives. But still, Jen was easily the most beautiful of the group.

There was a lot of festive conversation, laughter and expensive wine as the 4 couples enjoyed the lavish French cuisine. Jen tried to be social, but her thoughts wandered as she played with the food on her plate. She thought about Mike. He'd enjoy this restaurant, he loved getting dressed up and going to fancy restaurants. He and Anna were probably back at the loft apartment by now. She wondered what they were doing.

Jen's reverie was broken when she felt a hand on her knee. She looked to the man sitting next to her. His name was George. He was about Clint's age, and looked like a movie star.

George gave Jen a charming smile. "Clint's a lucky guy," he said as he caressed Jen's leg under the table. George had a sexy, deep voice. "I heard his new girlfriend was beautiful, but words don't do you justice."

"Um, thanks," Jen said awkwardly. She nervously looked passed George to his wife. She said "Stacy's beautiful too."

"Yes she is," George agreed, still sporting the charming smile. He glanced at his blonde, leggy wife, then looked back at Jen. "She's got incredible legs. I think yours are better though." 

"Yeah right," Jen said with a dismissive laugh, rolling her eyes. She'd seen Stacy, his young trophy wife was gorgeous and her skirt was shorter than hers. 

"You're sassy, I like that," George said grinning at her. He moved his hand up Jen's thigh, under her dress. "I'd love to see more of you."

"Um, hello, I'm with Clint," Jen said, putting her hand on top of George's to stop his upward movement. She looked nervously around the table. Everyone continued to laugh and talk, seemingly oblivious to what was going on underneath the table.

"We're both adults right?" George said still smiling charmingly at her. He forced his hand further up Jen's dress. His hand moved from her lacy stocking top to her bare thigh above. "I'd love to know what you're wearing under this," he said grinning, looking at her chest. She was clearly braless. Was she also pantyless?

"If you go much farther you'll find out," Jen said exasperated, scowling at him. His fingertips were just below her pussy.

George laughed and pulled his hand back. "If you get tired of Clint, call me," he said. Jen gave him a scowl and George laughed again.

Later in the limo going back to the Venetian, Clint said "Looked like you and George hit it off."

"He made a pass at me," Jen told him. She wasn't going to apologize, it wasn't like she led him on.

"He's an ass," Clint said derisively. "He pays me a lot of money, he thinks that makes him entitled."

Jen thought "Then why invite him to dinner?" but didn't say that. Instead she squeezed Clint's hand and said reassuringly "Don't worry honey, I told him no."

"Did anything happen?" Clint asked. He was smiling, but there wasn't any humor in his eyes.

"I can't help it if a guy hits on me," Jen said. "You don't want me to make a scene, right?"

"No, you're right," Clint said with a tight grin. He said to the driver "Charlie, drive around okay?" Then he closed the privacy screen.

"What?" Jen said confused. They were approaching the Venetian, why drive around?

"Come here honey," Clint said to Jen. He pulled her down to the floor of the stretch limo, so she was on her knees between his legs. "Come on, you know what to do."

"WTF?" Jen thought. "He wants me to go down on him, here? Seriously?"

She felt his strong hands on the back of her head, pulling her face down onto his crotch. She thought about telling him off. But then she realized he was taking her back from George, like earlier when she'd been with Mike. 

She was learning more about Clint. Despite being handsome and rich, an aggressive powerful attorney, inside he was an insecure boy. She softened at that realization, her heart going out to him. Also, her submissive side got turned on being controlled like this.

Jen unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. But instead of going down on him she took off her dress and got on his lap, straddling his legs. "I've got a better idea," she said smiling affectionately at him and putting her arms around his neck. She kissed him, and after making out and petting for long moments, she reached between their bodies and guided him into her. 

Jen kissed Clint and she slowly rocked up and down on his hard cock. Her thoughts flashed to Mike. She imagined Mike lowering the privacy screen so Charlie could watch, maybe even take her as he watched. She imagined looking into Mike's eyes and holding his hand as Charlie fucked her.

Feeling guilty, Jen forced thoughts of Mike from her head. Forcing herself to think only of Clint, she whispered into his ear "I want you to cum inside me." 

Later, back in their room at the Venetian, they lay on their sides in bed looking at each other. "Sorry for being such an ass in the limo," Clint apologized, looking regretful.

"It's okay baby, I get it," Jen reassured him, gently stroking his hair. She felt guilty about thinking of Mike in the middle of their love making, but of course she didn't tell him.

"I'm not used to my girlfriend getting hit on all the time," Clint explained.

"But, you've had open relationships," Jen said not understanding.

"It's different," Clint said with a humorless laugh. "I mean, sure, Sarah had sex with other men, so did Ellen." Sarah was Clint's first wife who tragically died young. Ellen was his second wife, they divorced because Ellen tired of their open marriage. "But Sarah and Ellen didn't get hit on like you." He shook his head in amazement. "Shit, George hit on you and I was right there." He gave Jen an inquisitive look. "That happens a lot, doesn't it?"

"Um, well ..." Jen sputtered.

"I'll take that as a yes," Clint said with a laugh.

Jen narrowed her eyes playfully. "Hey mister, you're the one who told me to take off my bra," she reminded him playfully.

"I'll have to rethink that one," Clint said with another laugh. He grinned at Jen and said "You're dangerous, you know that? You're so goddamn beautiful."

Jen shrugged, trying to look innocent. Clint laughed again. "Don't even try it," he said grinning. "I know you know. You're the biggest flirt."

"I wasn't flirting with George," she said honestly.

"Yeah, well ..." Clint didn't know what it was about Jen. The way she walked like an elegant ballerina, so sexy in high heels. The way she crossed her long shapely legs. The way strands of her long blonde hair sometimes fell over her pretty face. The way she always looked into your eyes when talking to her. The way she talked with her hands, sometimes touching you to make a point. The way her lips always looked wet with lipstick. The way she was always smiling and so bubbly.

Even when she wasn't flirting, she was flirting.

"I guess I don't like seeing you get hit on," he finally said. "I don't know ... I never thought of myself as jealous, but it really bothers me."

"I'm sorry baby," Jen said softly, rubbing his arm. Her thoughts flashed to Mike again. He liked when she got hit on. It turned him on. He got jealous too, but that got him hot too.

Clint read her thoughts. "I'm not like him," he said.

"I know you're not honey," Jen said. She gave him a weak smile and stroked his chest. 

"You know, Mike's not normal," Clint said. "A man shouldn't want to see his girl with other men."

"... I know Mike's different," Jen said after a moment's hesitation.

Clint looked at her for long moments. Then he kissed her, getting on top of her. They made love again. Clint made sure she came.

After finishing, Clint rolled off. He spooned Jen and fell asleep. Jen though couldn't sleep. She looked into the darkness, thinking.

When Jen opened her eyes Clint was already awake. "Coffee?" he asked with a smile.

"Oh god yes," Jen said gratefully, accepting the steaming mug. She'd been up long into the night, thinking.

"Sorry about getting so heavy last night," Clint said.

"That's okay honey," Jen said rubbing Clint's arm.

"I've got something else serious to talk about though," he said looking almost apologetic.

"Okay," Jen said with a nervous laugh.

He sat down next to Jen on the bed and took her hands. "You know I've always had open marriages, with Sarah and Ellen," he said. "It worked great with Sarah. Not so much with Ellen, but still I thought open relationships were the best. They promoted honestly, made you closer as a couple, and variety's a good thing right?" Clint laughed.

"Yeah, I guess," Jen said laughing back. She noticed Clint seemed nervous.

"You guess?" Clint asked. "You'd be happy with just one man?"

"Um, yeah," Jen said, off balance by his abrupt question. With a nervous laugh she said "I mean, little girls don't grow up dreaming of sex with other men."

Clint smiled, clearly pleased with her answer. "Here's the thing," he said. "With you, I don't need anyone else. You're the only girl I need. The only girl I want."

"Oh," Jen said surprised.

"Would you consider that?" he asked. "Just me, no one else? You enjoy our sex, right?"

"I love our sex baby," Jen said, tenderly stroking his cheek.

Clint smiled, beaming at her. He took her hand and kissed it. Then, still holding her hand, he got onto his knee. "Jen, when I lost Sarah, I thought my life was over. I didn't think I'd ever fall in love again, I didn't think it was possible. But then somehow I found you. It was like, my heart opened up, and anything was possible. I fell in love Jen. I fell in love with you." 

Clint kissed Jen's hand. "I love you Jen," he said. "I want us to be together for the rest of our lives." Clint looked deep into Jen's eyes. "Will you marry me Jen, and become my wife?"

Tears fell down Jen's cheeks. She kissed his hand. "Clint ..." she began, then emotions overtook her and she started crying.

Clint took her into his arms. "It's okay honey," he said soothingly. "You don't have to answer right now. This is the last day of your meetings right? Stay with me in Vegas for a few days. We can talk about things, our future."

"I don't know," Jen said between tears. "I've got to get home, to Anna."





Life After We Pt. 11



Clint knew Mike was with Anna now. That had to stop. His relationship and contact with Anna and Jen (especially Jen) needed to end. "Your old nanny is here right?" he said gently. "Maggie? We can ask her to watch Anna a few days."

"Maybe," Jen said giving Clint a tight smile. She'd stopped crying. "I need to get going, my meetings start soon." She wiped away the tears on her cheek. "We'll talk later okay?" she said kissing him.

A few hours later Clint walked over to the ballroom where Jen's meetings were taking place. They were at a break and people were mingling around drinking coffee. "Have you seen Maggie, Jen's assistant?" he asked a group of young girls (they looked like interns).

"Oh yeah, Maggie's over there," a plump brunette intern said, pointing across the room.

Clint smiled appreciative and walked over. "Maggie?" he said. He extended his hand. "I'm Clint, Jen's boyfriend."

"Oh yeah, hi," Maggie said taking Clint's hand. She knew of Clint of course, and had seen him with Jen. She knew Mike too, having crossed paths a few times about Anna. She thought Mike was really nice and good with Anna (although terribly shy). She knew Jen's relationship with her ex-husband Mike was complicated.

Clint gave Maggie his most charming smile. "You're flying back to New York today, right?" he said. "Jen's staying with me here in Vegas for a few days. Would you mind taking care of Anna until she gets home?"

"Oh sure, I love the little rug rat," Maggie said affectionately. "When's Jen gonna be home?"

"Probably not until the weekend," Clint said confidently. Still smiling he said "Mike is there now with Anna. No need to take up his time. So when you get there he can go."

"Got it," Maggie said.

Jen was distracted all through the meetings. When the meetings broke, people headed to their rooms to pack to go home. Jen started towards her room when Mr. Winters pulled her aside. Mr. Winters was the oldest and most powerful partner of her advertising firm. 

"Jennifer, we have a lead on a new account," Mr. Winters said his eyes sparkling. "Bigger than Memphis and Google."

"Oh ... who?" she asked.

Mr. Winters grinned excitedly. "Disney."

"Oh my god," Jen said her eyes going wide. Disney was the holy grail of marketing.

"They asked for you personally," Mr. Winters said beaming at her. "Exploratory meetings start tomorrow in San Francisco. Their EVP is at a trade show at the Moscone Center. Take Allie, Scott, whoever else you need." He squeezed Jen's arm encouragingly. "Make us shine Jennifer."

Jen hurriedly talked to Allie, Scott and Calvin, her main lieutenants. They excitedly agreed to meet later at McCarron to fly to San Francisco together.

Then she searched for Maggie. "Mags, can you take care of Anna for me?" she asked her young prodigy.

"You got it Jen," Maggie said immediately, having already talked to Clint about it.

"Oh ah okay," Jen said surprised at Maggie's immediate agreement without any questions. "Mike is there now. He thought I'd be home tonight."

"Ok, I understand," Maggie said having already gotten Clint's instructions about Mike going home after she got there.

After speaking to Maggie, Jen went to her room. "I've got to go to San Francisco, we're pitching Disney," she told Clint, grabbing her suitcase to pack.

"That's wonderful!" Clint gushed. "You can stay with me at my place." Clint's brownstone was in Nob Hill close to Chinatown.

"Yeah ..." Jen said. She looked at Clint for a moment, then kept packing.

Clint put his hand on Jen's arm, stopping her. He asked "I know you're rushing, but can we talk a minute?"

"Sure, of course," Jen said. They both sat down on the edge of the bed.

Clint took her hands. "Have you thought about what I said?"

"Um, yeah," Jen said with a nervous laugh. All day she'd thought of nothing but his marriage proposal.

"I don't want to rush you, take as much time as you need," he assured her, squeezing her hands. "But I didn't get a chance to show you this." 

Jen's breath caught when Clint took out a small box. He opened it. Her eyes went wide. Inside was the most amazing ring she'd ever seen. The diamond was incredibly big, and it sparkled like a million suns.

"Your engagement ring," Clint said hugging her. "Let's try it on, to see how it looks." 

Jen offered the ring finger of her left hand. Her hand was shaking. First Clint took off his Jacob ring. Then he slipped on the engagement ring. It fit perfectly. Then he put the Jacob ring on Jen's right hand, and she let him.

Jen looked at the engagement ring on her finger. It was so freaking amazing! It was meant for a queen, a goddess, not her. 

"Goddess." That was what Mike used to call her. She immediately started crying. 

"What's wrong?" Clint said taking her into his arms. She was sobbing.

"Nothing, it's just ... I thought of something Mike used to say," Jen said, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"It's okay, I know you were with him a long time," Clint said, trying to be understanding. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her back.

"We were young," Jen said, as if trying to explain why this was so hard for her. "I was just a sophomore in college. He helped me so much. I treated him like shit. But he was always there, helping me." Tears continued flowing down Jen's cheeks.

"I know, I know," Clint said trying to comfort her. "I know it's hard. Take as much time as you need."

Jen took his hands. She kissed his hands, then pressed them against her cheek. She kissed his hands again, as if never wanting to let him go. Then she looked into his eyes. She said, "I don't need more time, I know what I want."

Later at McCarron airport, Allie boarded the plane to San Francisco. Jen was already there, and Allie sat next to her. 

Allie looked at Jen. Her eyes were red, she'd clearly been crying. Then Allie looked at Jen's left hand. Her eyes went wide. "So you did it?" Allie asked staring at Jen's wedding ring finger. 

Jen nodded, looking like she was going to cry again. "Allie I'm so scared," she said, sounding like a little girl. Then the tears came.

Allie pulled her best friend into her arms. "It's okay honey, it'll work out," she said soothingly.

That evening in the loft apartment, Mike had just put Anna down when Maggie arrived. "Oh hi," Mike said, surprised to see Maggie. He'd been expecting to see Jen. All weekend he'd rehearsed what to say, how he still loved her, how he regretted leaving her, how he wanted them to be together again.

Mike looked passed Maggie's shoulder. "Where's Jen?" he asked.

"She's with Clint," Maggie said. "I think in San Francisco."

"She's with Clint?" Mike repeated dumbly, his heart sinking.

"I think so," Maggie said gently. She liked Mike, and it was clear he was still head over heels in love with Jen, no matter what he was doing with Jasmine Kelly. Anyone could see that (except maybe Jen). She'd seen Jen and Clint ride in a stretch limo to the airport. Rumor was, Jen was staying with Clint at his San Francisco home while the team pitched Disney.

"You don't need to stay, I can look after Anna," Maggie told him.

"Did Jen say that?" Mike asked.

"Well ... Clint and Jen sorta said it," Maggie said feeling sorry for Mike.

Mike nodded slowly, taking it all in. Jen was with Clint, and now they wanted to end his relationship with Anna. He sat down, not able to stand. He felt empty inside. Is this what it felt like to lose everything? 

"I'd like to spend time with Anna," he finally said to Maggie. "The mornings maybe. Until Jen gets home."

"Sure, that works for me," Maggie said with a shrug. That actually would help her out, so she wouldn't miss all her classes at NYU (she was back in school again, part time). After all, Jen hadn't said Mike couldn't see Anna at all.

The next afternoon, after leaving Anna with Maggie, Mike went looking for an apartment. It took time but he found a 1 bedroom in an old but well maintained 4 story walkup. He picked the apartment because it was clean, it came furnished, and because there was a used bookstore right next door.

Inside his new apartment he took stock of his life. He analyzed it like a math equation, and this equation had 3 variables. He went from easy to hardest. 

First, money. He still had the $100,000 from Mr. Winters, plus his remaining savings from Apple. He'd get half the money from selling the loft apartment. He also had the teaching job at Beekman High School lined up. So financially he was okay. And if he worked the deal with the government to invest in the stock market again, he'd be even better. Mike checked off that box.

Second, Anna. He wanted a relationship with Anna, at least like an uncle or good family friend. Jen was reasonable. She certainly wasn't cruel. Surely she'd let him see Anna a few times a month, stop by on holidays, maybe take her to Disney World or something like that when she got older. Clint, Mike had to admit, seemed like a reasonable person, not an ass like Colin or Scott. He needed to convince Clint he wasn't a threat, but they were adults, he thought he could do that. So Mike checked off the Anna box.

Now came the hardest part. Jen. Mike's equation fell apart when it came to her. Could he ever be happy without her? He didn't know ...

It wasn't just the sex. He loved her desperately. He had a hard time imagining life without her. 

But there was still hope. Okay, she was with Clint in San Francisco, their relationship was serious. But they weren't married yet, or even engaged. She'd invited him to Belinda's party that Saturday. She made it sound like she really wanted him there. She wouldn't have invited him to throw the divorce papers in his face, or announce her engagement to Clint. Jen wasn't cruel like that. So there was still a chance. He planned to pull Jen aside at Belinda's party and open his heart to her. 

The week dragged. Mike enjoyed spending time with Anna, but all he could think about was seeing Jen at Belinda's party. All he wanted was a chance. They had a long history together, and their playing in Vegas had to mean something, right? They could start slow, get to know each other, maybe date again. He just wanted a chance to get her to fall in love with him again.

Finally Saturday arrived. The afternoon party started at 2. He caught a cab at 1. He wanted to be there early to give him a chance to talk to Jen before things got crowded. 

But the traffic from his new apartment to New Jersey was horrendous. When he finally arrived at 3, Belinda's house was packed with her guests.

Mike ran into Allie as he searched for Jen. "Always fashionably late," Allie said grinning at him. 

"Traffic was bad," Mike said. "Have you seen Jen?"

"The sunroom, over there," Allie said motioning to the sunroom at the other side of the house.

Mike nodded. He asked hesitantly "Is Clint with her?"

"I think he's there, yeah," Allie said with a frown.

Mike nodded to Allie, then worked his way through the crowd to the sunroom. Okay, Clint was here, big deal. That didn't change his plan. He'd ask Jen for a quiet word. She couldn't refuse that, right? He'd talk to her. He still had a chance.

He made it to the sunroom. He saw Jen. His heart leaped at the sight of her. As always she looked gorgeous. She wore a slim dress that showed a lot of her amazing legs, hose and high heels. She'd curled her long blonde hair and it fell around her beautiful face. Her lips were wet with pink lip gloss.

Clint stood next to her. They were surrounded by a lot of people. He recognized most of the faces. Belinda had been Jen's maid of honor at their wedding so it made sense most of the guests were mutual friends and acquaintances.

Everyone looked at Jen. All smiling at her. 

No, not smiling at Jen. They were looking and smiling at her left hand. She had her hand extended to the crowd, like showing something off. Mike saw Jen and Clint exchange a glance, smiling at each other.

Mike focused on Jen's left hand. The blood drained from his face.

Jen wore a huge diamond on her wedding ring finger. An engagement ring. Jen had agreed to marry Clint. They were engaged.

Mike staggered back, as if the sight was a physical blow to his gut. He felt short of breath and claustrophobic. He needed to get away. He pushed his way through the crowd and ran out the door. He didn't stop running until he was blocks away from Belinda's house.

He walked for hours, aimlessly walking, feeling numb, not thinking or feeling. Somehow he found himself back in New York, at Central Park. He sat down on a bench. Then all the emotions hit him. Despair, hopelessness, heartache, jealousy, humiliation, anger.

How could Jen do that to him? Invite him to a party, then throw her engagement to another man in his face, in front of their friends? Was she that pissed about his leaving her, about his relationship with Jasmine? Was this her way of getting back at him?

But that wasn't Jen. She could be jealous and insecure, and sometimes had terrible temper tantrums. But her anger always flared out quickly, she didn't hold grunges, and she wasn't vindictive. 

Still, the evidence was right in front of him. Jen wore Clint's engagement ring, they were engaged. He'd lost her. He felt empty, his heart broken.

He sat in the park a long time ignoring the chilly weather. They often picnicked here. How many times since moving to New York years ago? So many times he'd lost count.

He imagined Jen having a picnic with Anna, smiling and laughing and running around. Being close and having fun as a family. But now, the man in that picture wasn't him, it was Clint.

Mike thought of Anna. He narrowed his eyes. He wasn't going to lose the baby. And he wasn't going to ask Jen for permission (hat in his hand) to keep seeing Anna. Fuck that. He was going to take her!

Mike left Central Park and walked a few blocks to an internet café. Using the Cloak to cover his tracks, he hacked into the government's vital records computers. He assumed Anna's birth certificate listed Drums as the father. His plan was to falsify her birth certificate to list himself as father. That way, no one could take the baby from him.

It took some time but eventually Mike hacked into the vital records computer. At the user interface he typed in Anna's name, "Anna Stephanie Johnson." He added her birthday and hit the Search button. He frowned when there were no hits.

He tried variations of Anna's name, like "Anna Johnson," "Anna S. Johnson" and "A. Stephanie Johnson." Still there were no hits. Frowning, he searched Anna's birthday and her last name "Johnson." Nothing.

What the heck? What was going on?

Then something occurred to Mike. Was it possible? He typed in "Anna Stephanie." But this time, for her last name, he entered "Andrews" (his name) instead of "Johnson" (Jen's maiden name). He hit the search button. There was a hit.

With his heart pounding, he double clicked on "Anna Stephanie Andrews."

It seemed to take forever for the window to open. When it finally did, he saw the birthdate was right. And Jen was listed as the mother. He looked to the "Father" field.

It said "Michael Andrews."

He leaned back in the chair, his eyes locked on the screen. He felt his eyes tearing up, his heart filling with joy and relief. He was Anna's legal father! He was!

Mike was floating on air as he walked back to his new apartment. He was Anna's legal father! No one could take her away from him!

But with his relief over Anna, his thoughts returned to Jen. He had the daughter, but not the mother. Jen was marrying someone else. Now, at best, they'd be friends, not a loving couple, intimate lovers, soul mates, husband and wife. His relief and joy at being Anna's legal father felt bittersweet.

With a heavy heart Mike turned the corner towards his building. As he approached he saw someone there, sitting on the brick steps. 

A girl with long blonde hair and long shapely legs.

Jen.

She stood as he approached. They looked at each other for long moments. Mike broke the silence by asking "What are you doing here?"

For a moment Jen looked lost for words. Recovering, she asked "Is this your new apartment?"

Mike nodded. A thought occurred to him. "How'd you know?" he asked. He just signed the lease the other day, no one knew he lived here, not even his parents.

"Oh, ah, you know, Keri," Jen sputtered.

"Of course, Keri and Google," Mike thought sarcastically to himself. "Do no harm, yeah right."

"Um ... can I see your new place?" Jen hesitantly asked.

They walked up the two flights. Inside Jen looked around. "Cute," she said, although she sounded sad.

"Why are you here?" Mike said, repeating his earlier question. 

"I wanted to talk to you," Jen answered.

Mike looked at her. After a moment he nodded and motioned to the sofa. Jen sat down. Mike sat too, but on the other sofa. Jen forced an awkward smile. She moved to Mike's sofa and sat next to him. 

Mike felt awkward sitting next to her. Vegas and all their game playing seemed so long ago. Since then she'd spent the week with Clint, getting engaged (and probably fucking him non-stop). Their intimate time together seemed a million years ago. 

"One last fling huh?" he said bitterly under his breath.

"What?" Jen asked not able to make out his words. When he didn't answer, she said "I missed you at Belinda's party. Allie said you were there?"

Mike blurted out the question that had bugged him as he walked home from the internet café. "Why's Anna's last name Andrews?"

"What?"

"Anna's last name," Mike repeated. "Why's it Andrews?"

"I mean ..." Jen sputtered. She looked down and said softly, "That's my name."

"Your name?" Mike asked surprised. "You didn't go back to Johnson?" He'd heard people calling her by her maiden name since moving back to New York.

"No," she said. Reading his mind, she added "I guess people assumed I did. But I didn't." She shyly looked down at her feet again. Mike was silent, processing this.

Then he asked the more important question. "I saw Anna's birth certificate. Why'd you name me as her father?"

Jen looked surprised at his question. "I mean, we were married when she was born," she said. "I think it's automatic."

Mike opened his mouth in shock, then quickly closed it. All this time he'd fretted about losing Anna, yet his place in her life had always been secure. He felt incredibly foolish and stupid. He decided never to tell anyone about hacking into the vital records computer and his scheme to change Anna's last name. He didn't want anyone (especially Jen) to know how idiotic and naïve he'd been.

In addition to feeling foolish, he also felt disappointed. He'd harbored a hope Jen had PICKED him to be Anna's father. In his fantasy, Jen had chosen him as Anna's legal father, writing his name in the "Father" field of her birth certificate instead of Drum's. That fantasy was now dashed. He was listed as Anna's father through a legal technicality, not through Jen's conscious choice.

He felt Jen's eyes on him. Wanting to hide his disappointment, he returned to her earlier question. "Yeah, I was at Belinda's," he said.

"I thought you'd talk to me," she said looking disappointed.

He thought back to the party, the anger and humiliation he'd felt seeing her show off her new engagement ring. Feeling irritated, he shrugged and said "Let's talk now."

"Okay," Jen said hesitantly. "I want to talk about Jasmine." She paused, as if gathering her thoughts (or remembering her rehearsed lines). "She's not right for you," she said, nervously brushing a strand of blond hair behind her ear. She hurriedly added "She's nice. But she's too serious."

"Too serious?" Mike said with a humorless laugh. "How's that bad?"

"I mean, it's just ..." Jen sputtered out. "You're so serious Mike," she said. She quickly added "That's not bad, it's how you are. But you can't be with a girl as serious as you."




Life After We Pt. 11



"I can't be?" Mike said, his words coming out like a derisive scoff.

"I know you Mike," she said. "You need someone not serious. Not as serious. Someone fun."

"Jasmine's fun," Mike said. In his head he added "sorta" but he didn't say that. 

Jen looked away, a pained expression on her face. "It's just ... you won't be happy with Jasmine." Looking nervous, she began playing with the buttons of his shirt. "She's beautiful, nice. I just know, you won't be happy with her."

Mike grabbed her hand to stop her playing with his shirt. "Why are you here Jen?" he asked irritably. Again he remembered what he saw at Belinda's party. He said angrily "What right do you have telling me what to do?"

"I care for you Mike, I -."

"You care for me?" Mike said with a bitter laugh. It was like the anger, disappointment and humiliation from Belinda's party opened a floodgate of pent up emotions. "You care for me so much, you lived with Drums while I rotted in jail!" he said bitterly. "You let him move into my house! Mine!" The flood of pent up emotions overwhelmed him. "You fucking let him get you pregnant!" he said choking off a sob.

"I'm so sorry!" Jen cried desperately. "I tried, I ... I couldn't handle it, not knowing where you were, what was happening, if they'd let you go! I lost it, Drums was there -."

"He was there, that's your excuse?" Mike said incredulously.

"Mike please, what can I do?" Jen cried, sobbing now. "Tell me how I can make it up to you." She reached for him but he pushed her away. "Mike don't," she begged. "Please! You think I didn't hurt?"

"You, hurt?" Mike said sarcastically. "How were you hurt? You were going to concerts, riding bikes, fucking Drums every night!"

"You left me!" Jen cried, tears flowing uncontrollably down her face. "You swore you never would, but you left me!"

"After what you did -," Mike started, but Jen interrupted him.

"You promised no matter what, you'd never leave me!" Jen cried. "Then you left, just like ... just like my shit father!" She wept as she pulled her knees up to her chin and hugged her legs.

Jen's words hit him like a physical blow. It was true. "I'll never leave you, I'll always love you, no matter what you do," he'd promised repeatedly. More than once he used that promise to convince her to go farther into the game. Like pretending they were separated and dating Drums like her real, exclusive boyfriend. He looked away, feeling guilty and ashamed.

They were silent for long moments. Jen wept silently, curled into a ball. Mike looked down, feeling like a shit.

Mike finally glanced at her. He frowned. She wore no rings on her left hand. "Where's the engagement ring?" he asked.

"What?" 

"The engagement ring," Mike said. "I saw you showing off a big diamond ring at the party."

"Diamond ring?" Jen said confused. Then she opened her mouth as if saying "oh." "It wasn't an engagement ring," she explained wiping tears from her eyes. "I mean, it was, but not mine. Remember I told you Belinda's a jewelry designer now? She's doing cosmetic jewelry. The party was like her trunk show."

"Oh," Mike said processing this. She wasn't engaged to Clint?

Jen wiped the tears from her cheeks. She put her feet down and pulled her skirt down, and then edged closer to Mike on the sofa. "You thought I got engaged to Clint?" she asked hopefully. When Mike didn't respond she said "We broke up, in Vegas."

"You broke up?" Mike said his head spinning. She hadn't spent the week with Clint in San Francisco? "Why?" he asked.

"I don't love Clint," Jen said. She reached for his hand. This time he didn't push her away.

Mike stared at her. He was lost for words. They weren't engaged? They broke up? 

Jen looked nervous and started playing with the buttons of his shirt again. "I love you Mike," she said tears welling up in her eyes again. She urgently hugged herself to him. "I never stopped loving you. I know I'm a fuck up. But you loved me before, right?" She pulled away and looked desperately into his eyes. In a pleading voice she asked "Do you think you could love me again? I know you have Jasmine -."

Mike interrupted her. "Jen -."

"Please let me finish!" Jen said looking urgently into his eyes. Tears flowed down her cheeks. She said desperately "I'll do anything for you Mike. I know I didn't help when you were in jail. I made things worse. But -."

"Why didn't you change your name back to Johnson?" Mike asked.

"I wanted you!" Jen cried, tears falling again. She clutched his hands and looked desperately into his eyes. "Jasmine will never love you like I will Mike! No one will! I'll do anything for you, you know that! Please give me another chance!"

"Jasmine and I broke up," Mike said. "That's the big announcement."

Jen stared at Mike for long moments, her mouth open in surprise, shock on her face. Then she collapsed into his chest, weeping and clutching him.

Mike took her into his arms. "I don't love Jasmine," he said hugging her and kissing the top of her head. "I love you. I'll always love you." With each of his words her sobbing grew louder and more out of control. 

They held each other a long time, Jen sobbing uncontrollably. Finally she calmed down, although they kept holding each other. They had a lot to talk about, but that would come later. They had time now. The rest of their lives. For now they just held each other.

~~~ The End ~~~

Director's Cut - Extended Scene #1

(From Life After We - Part 8)

Allie tilted her head as she looked at Jen. She said, "I gifted you a song." 

"What?" 

"I gifted you a song, on iTunes," Allie explained. "You like Pink?"

"Um, I don't know, I guess," Jen said. 

The bartender came back. "Another one?" he asked Jen, looking at her mostly empty martini glass.

"She's had enough," Allie told the bartender.

"I'm fine Allie!" Jen hissed. She wasn't in the mood to be handled. "Yes, another one," she told the bartender.

Allie sighed, thinking that Jen was more drama than Mike. Behind Jen, she motioned two fingers close together, telling the bartender to go easy on the alcohol. The bartender gave a subtle nod and put half the usual vodka in Jen's Cosmo.

Allie walked back to the rest of their group. Jen huffed and said under her breath, "I'm fine, I can handle myself." But she felt unsteady in her high heels and had to sit down. She decided maybe the third Cosmo WAS too much and pushed it away, asking the bartender for a big glass of ice water. 

As she sipped the water she downloaded the Pink song on her iPhone. It was called "Just Give Me a Reason."

She hit play. Her lips parted in surprise as she listened to the opening lyrics:

Right from the start

You were a thief

You stole my heart

And I your willing victim

I let you see the parts of me

That weren't all that pretty

And with every touch you fixed them

She hit pause and stared at her iPhone. The song seemed to be about her and Mike. They were the unlikeliest couple. People always said that. But opposites attract, right? From the moment she met him at the sorority party, she never seriously thought about being with any other man. No matter what she did - the parts "that weren't all that pretty" - he always made her feel good about herself. 

Until he left her.

She hit "Play" again. Her heart was in her throat as she listened to the refrain:

Just give me a reason

Just a little bit's enough

Just a second we're not broken just bent

And we can learn to love again

It's in the stars

It's been written in the scars on our hearts

We're not broken just bent

And we can learn to love again

Her heart beat wildly as the song finished. She played it again, and then again. 

She hurriedly walked over to Allie, the song sobering her. The lyrics "We're not broken just bent, and we can learn to love again" rang in her ears.

"Do you really think so?" Jen asked Allie urgently.

Allie smiled understandingly at her best friend. Next to Mike she knew Jen better than anyone. "He went away for a while, I get that," she whispered into Jen's ear, hugging her. "But he'll always be bubble boy to me." 

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Director's Cut - Extended Scene #2

(From Life After We - Part 11)

After speaking to Maggie, Jen went to her room. "I've got to go to San Francisco, we're pitching Disney," she told Clint, grabbing her suitcase to pack.

"That's wonderful!" Clint gushed. "You can stay with me at my place." Clint's brownstone was in Nob Hill close to Chinatown.

"Yeah ..." Jen said. She looked at Clint for a moment, then kept packing.

Clint put his hand on Jen's arm, stopping her. He asked "I know you're rushing, but can we talk a minute?"

"Sure, of course," Jen said. They both sat down on the edge of the bed.

Clint took her hands. "Have you thought about what I said?"

"Um, yeah," Jen said with a nervous laugh. All day she'd thought of nothing but his proposal of marriage.

"I don't want to rush you, take as much time as you need," he assured her, squeezing her hands. "But I didn't get a chance to show you this." 

Jen's breath caught when Clint took out a small box. He opened it. Her eyes went wide. Inside was the most amazing ring she'd ever seen. The diamond was incredibly big, and it sparkled like a million suns.

"Your engagement ring," Clint said hugging her. "Let's try it on, to see how it looks." 

Jen offered the ring finger of her left hand. Her hand was shaking. First Clint took off his Jacob ring. Then he slipped on the engagement ring. It fit perfectly. He put the Jacob ring on her right hand.

Jen looked at the engagement ring on her finger. It was so amazing. It was meant for a queen, a goddess, not her. 

"Goddess." That was what Mike used to call her. She immediately started crying. 

"What's wrong?" Clint said taking her into his arms. She was sobbing.

"Nothing, it's just ... I thought of something Mike used to say," Jen said, tears flowing down her cheeks.

"It's okay, I know you were with him a long time," Clint said, trying to be understanding. He kissed the top of her head and stroked her back.

"We were young," Jen said, as if trying to explain why this was so hard for her. "I was just a sophomore in college. He helped me so much. I treated him like shit. But he was always there, helping me." Tears continued flowing down Jen's cheeks.

"I know, I know," Clint said trying to comfort her. "I know it's hard. Take as much time as you need."

Jen took his hands. She kissed his hands, then pressed them against her cheek. She kissed his hands again, as if never wanting to let him go. Then she looked into his eyes. She said, "I don't need more time, I know what I want."

"Okay," Clint said, looking expectantly at her.

Jen took off the engagement ring. She took off the Jacob ring too. She handed both to him. "I'm sorry Clint, I can't." 

Clint looked suddenly distressed. "Jen why? I thought we had something. I thought you loved me."

"I'm sorry Clint," she said shaking her head. She felt sad and guilty and tears welled up in her eyes.

"You don't love me?" Clint asked looking devastated.

Jen shook her head again. "I'm sorry," she said.

"So what have you been doing, dicking with me?" he asked bitterly. "Using me to make Mike jealous?"

"Clint, no, please," Jen pleaded. Tears fell down her cheeks. "I met Mike in college."

"That's not a good reason!" Clint shot back angrily. "I get it, he helped you. But that's not love."

"I do love him!" Jen said, desperately trying to get Clint to understand. "He's like Sarah to me."

"What?" Clint said bristling at the mention of his deceased first wife.

"You told me, Sarah was your soul mate," Jen said gently. Her cheeks were wet with tears. "I'm sorry she died Clint, I really am. But Mike's my soul mate. You see? He's the only man for me. I can't love anyone else."

"Then why go with me at all?" Clint said exasperated.

Jen didn't know the answer. Trying to explain as much to herself as Clint, she said "Things got so confused. He went to jail, the PTSD, Anna, moving to California, Jasmine, everything."

Clint sat resignedly back on the sofa, deflated by Jen's words. "Mike's still with Jasmine," he said. The mention of Sarah took the fight out of him. 

Jen looked down. In a soft, barely audible voice, she said "I know."

They were silent for long moments. Finally Clint handed the Jacob ring back to Jen. "Take this," he said.

"No -," Jen protested.

"I want you to have it," Clint insisted, pressing it into her hand. "I'd like that, knowing sometimes you'll look at it and remember me."

Jen kissed his cheek. "I don't need the ring, I'll always remember you Clint," she promised him. He was a good man. But he wasn't Mike.

Later at McCarron airport, Allie boarded the plane to San Francisco. Jen was already there, and Allie sat next to her. 

Allie looked at Jen. Her eyes were red, she'd clearly been crying. Then Allie looked at Jen's left hand. Her eyes went wide. "So you did it?" Allie asked staring at Jen's wedding ring finger. She no longer wore Clint's ring. In fact she wore no ring on either hand. "You broke up with him?"

Jen nodded, looking like she was going to cry again. "Allie I'm so scared," she said. Then the tears came.

Allie pulled her best friend into her arms. "It's okay honey, it'll work out," she said soothingly.

"But what if Mike doesn't want me?" Jen said sounding like a scared little girl.

Allie softly stroked Jen's hair. She wasn't worried. It was clear Mike and Jen were still madly in love with each other. They just had to figure it out for themselves.

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~~~ Epilogue ~~~

(A few weeks later)

Mike pushed the cart through the grocery store as Jen walked in front. Anna sat in the baby seat and she laughed and played with Mike as Jen worked through their shopping list. Anna was definitely liking having Mike around all the time now, although the toddler was still adjusting to calling him "daddy" instead of "my my" (she often called him "my my daddy").

As Jen selected groceries from the shelves she often looked back at Mike and Anna, smiling and laughing as the two played together. She was constantly smiling and laughing nowadays. So was Mike. Their hearts were filled with love and happiness again. When Jen looked at Mike she beamed joyfully into his eyes, and they were always holding hands and hugging. They still had things to work out - some things might never be fully resolved - but they were in love and together again, and that was all that mattered.

As they walked the aisles of the market, Mike couldn't help noticing men turning their heads as Jen walked by. She was wearing a simple outfit (loose blouse that buttoned in the back, skinny jeans and ankle boots), yet as always her youthful beautiful face, lush blonde hair, tight ass and long shapely legs made her look achingly hot. The fact Jen was so happy and always smiling and laughing now made her even more beautiful and desirable.

At one point Jen got a few feet ahead as Anna grabbed for a box of Fruit Loops (it was her favorite cereal, although they didn't often let her eat sugar cereals). As Mike paused to put the box back on the shelf, he noticed a tall man approach Jen holding feta cheese in one hand and blue cheese in the other. The tall man grinned at Jen and they started talking. From their body language it looked like they knew each other. Mike held back with Anna, wanting to give Jen space to finish her conversation. As Jen spoke to the tall man she glanced back at Mike a few times (looking nervous). The tall man looked at Mike too, a frown on his face. Finally they parted, Jen giving the tall man a quick hug.

Jen walked back to Mike and leaned into him, squeezing his arm. "I think we've got everything," she said putting a quart of organic skim milk into the cart.

"Who was that?" Mike asked.

"Oh um, that's Damon," Jen said nervously. 

"Damon?" Mike asked. "You know him from work?"

"No, actually I met him here," Jen said. She laughed to make it sound light-hearted, but Mike could tell she was nervous. "A few months ago."

Mike nodded. He got it. He said "When I was in San Francisco."

"Um ... yeah," Jen hesitantly admitted. She hugged her body to his and squeezed his arm again. "Come on baby, let's go home."

Later that night after putting Anna down, Mike sat down on the sofa next to Jen. "What was the thing with the blue and feta cheeses?" he asked.

"What?" Jen asked.

"Damon," Mike said. "It looked like Damon talked to you about the cheeses."

"Baby are you still thinking about him?" Jen said with a carefree laugh. She looked nervous though.

Mike shrugged and looked expectantly at her.

After a moment Jen admitted "We went out a few times. He made me dinner once. He forgot to buy cheese for the salad and we joked about whether blue cheese or feta would be better." She hugged Mike's arm. "I was lonely honey. It didn't mean anything." 

"He made you dinner?" Mike asked. "At his place, or here?"

"Um ... his place," Jen admitted hesitantly.

Mike nodded, processing this. They'd talked a lot since getting back together, but not about other men Jen had seen while they were apart (other than Drums and Clint). "Did you sleep with him?" he asked.

"Mike honey should we really talk about this?" Jen asked gently, looking uncomfortable. "I haven't asked you."

"Tara and Jasmine," Mike said immediately. "The only girls I saw while we were apart."

"Okay," Jen said hesitantly, looking down. She knew about both Tara and Jasmine. She felt relieved there hadn't been others (although they'd been Gia too ...). And thank god no children. 

"So ...," Mike prompted. 

"This happened when we weren't together," Jen gently reminded him.

"I know, I'm just curious," Mike said. "Did you have sex?" he asked again.

Jen hesitated, uncomfortable with this conversation. She wanted to forget about their time apart and pretend like it never happened. 

"Tell me," Mike urged her. He ran his hand down her back, his fingers tracing along her bra line. At his touch, Jen looked up at his face. Playing with her bra like that was usually a sign he was turned on, and in fact she saw excitement on his face. Glancing at his crotch, she saw he had an erection. That was a sign too!

She knew his cuckold fantasies of course. They'd played as recently as Vegas, just weeks ago. But since getting back together he hadn't mentioned the game. 

Mike read her mind. "I watched you in bed with Clint, before I left Vegas," he said, his fingers still tracing along her bra. "From the balcony."

"You pervert," Jen said in a soft voice, giving him a playful smile and bumping his shoulder with hers. 

"That morning," Mike said. "Did you know you were going to break up?"

"Yeah," Jen said. Answering his unspoken question, she said "I guess it was kinda like goodbye sex." She suddenly looked melancholy. It wasn't that simple, but at the moment it was good enough.

"You're worried about him, aren't you?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, a little," Jen admitted. She hurriedly added "I don't have feelings for him. I just feel bad."

"I get it," Mike said, feeling bad himself about Jasmine. He immediately added with a frown, "I don't want you to see him."

"I won't," Jen assured him. She forced a grin and said "I'm not that worried, Clint can take care of himself."

Mike nodded. He felt the same way, Jasmine was a big girl, she could take care of herself. He still felt bad. His thoughts though returned to that morning watching Clint and Jen having sex.

"When I saw you and Clint in bed, it didn't turn me on at all," Mike told her, stroking her long blonde hair.

"Oh," Jen said surprised.

"I learned something about myself," he said. "The turn on comes from you being mine."

"I am yours," Jen said snuggling into his arm.




Life After We Pt. 11



"Back then, I thought I'd lost you," Mike said.

"You never lost me, I was always yours," Jen assured him, hugging him tight. "I'll always be yours."

"I know that now," Mike said. Even when riding Clint back in Vegas, she'd been his. He remembered that morning in Vegas, watching Jen on top, moving up and down on Clint's shaft. He remembered seeing the pleasure on her face as she came on Clint's manhood. But even as Clint made her cum, she'd been his. 

Jen looked into Mike face, seeing the extreme excitement there. She ran her hand over his erection, then she took him out. "You're so hard," she said. His penis was small but hard as granite.

Jen lowered her face and took him into her mouth. She sucked him for a few moments, then got up on the sofa. She pulled up her skirt. Mike hurriedly yanked her panties down her long shapely legs. Jen straddled Mike's thighs. Taking his cock in one hand, she lowered himself on him. He penetrated her easily, partly because he was small, but also because she was wet.

She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him as she made love to his cock. "You want to know about Damon?" she whispered huskily into his ear. "Yeah, we had sex."

"A lot?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Just a couple times," Jen said shaking her head, her long blonde hair swaying back and forth across his face. She continued slowly moving up and down his cock.

"Was he good?" Mike said, his words coming out like a moan as Jen squeezed her silky smooth pussy around his cock as she rode him up and down. 

Jen gave him a "not really" shrug. 

"No?" Mike asked.

"He was okay I guess," Jen said unenthusiastically.

"Was there anyone else?" Mike asked excitedly.

"A couple other guys," she said. "They were before you moved back." She hugged him tight as she rocked back and forth. "They didn't mean anything. Just hookups. I was lonely."

"While you were dating Clint?" Mike asked wanting to know the timeline.

"Um, no, before," Jen said.

Mike nodded as he did mental calculations. Damon. Josh, the Penn State football player. The guy from Starbucks (Joey). Her trainer Danny. Hunter and Davis in Vegas. The two nameless guys. Clint of course. Drums too. Ten guys. Jen had been with 10 guys during their breakup. 

"Are you okay?" Jen asked. She stopped moving although she made sure to keep him inside her. She seemed to read him mind. "I'm a real slut huh?" she said looking ashamed.

Mike immediately said reassuringly "No baby you're -."

"Stop," Jen said softly, putting a finger to his lips. "I know I'm a slut," she said. She shrugged resignedly. "I am."

"I'll never think of you that way," Mike promised, looking adoringly into her eyes. "You're perfect. My goddess. Never change anything."

Jen smiled, beaming at him. She hugged him close and said "I love being your goddess."

Mike was still rock hard inside her. Knowing what he liked, she whispered sexily into his ear "Want to hear about them?" She giggled when she felt his cock jerk. "I guess you do," she giggled delightedly.

"Was the sex good?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Um, sort of," Jen said honestly, not sounding enthusiastic about her sexual liaisons. 

Mike frowned at her unenthusiastic answer. Jen loved sex, that didn't make any sense. And he'd watched her with a few of the guys, she'd clearly enjoyed it. "You looked like you enjoyed it," he said voicing his thoughts.

"Well, yeah, after you moved back," she said. Seeing his questioning look, she grinned and said "I like your fantasies." She teased "I like keeping you around my finger."

"You do huh?" Mike said laughing. He rolled Jen onto her back, so she lay on the sofa. His cock fell out during the maneuver (he was too small to stay inside while turning her over), but he quickly mounted her again. He fucked her long and slow, using what he learned with Tara and Jasmine to keep from cumming and hit her pleasure spots. 

Jen's breathing quickened as Mike worked on her. He was definitely a better lover now, she regularly came through their intercourse. She didn't like thinking about HOW he got better, or WHO he got better with. "You belong to me right?" she asked clutching his arms, her insecurities coming to the surface even as her orgasm neared. 

"Yeah," Mike said, breathing hard as his own climax approached.

"Always?" Jen said her words coming out like a moan. "You'll always be mine, right?"

"Always," Mike assured her. He leaned down and kissed her. Jen wrapped her arms tightly around his neck and their lips never parted as they both came.

They were snuggling in bed when Jen's iPhone buzzed with a new text message. She looked at the screen.

"Who is it?" he asked.

"George, one of Clint's friends," she said dismissively. She tossed the phone aside and snuggled back into Mike's arms.

"What does he want?"

"I think he wants to hook up," Jen said with a laugh. "He heard Clint and I broke up."

"Doesn't he know you're back with me?" Mike asked.

"Of course he knows," Jen said. She laughed again. "I don't think he cares about husbands or boyfriends."

"He hit on you when you were dating Clint?" 

"Yeah," Jen said.

"He's still hitting on you?" Mike asked.

Jen shrugged, holding Mike tight. She felt like she knew where this was going.

Despite just cumming Mike felt himself hardening. "Are you going to see him?"

"Of course not," Jen said immediately.

Mike was silent for long moments. He finally said "I'd be okay with it if you want to see him."

Jen didn't respond immediately. Then she said "Baby I don't think that's a good idea."

"You said you liked my fantasies."

"Mike baby, no," Jen said softly. "Not after everything."

"It wasn't because of the game," Mike pressed. "It was Sapphire and the government."

Jen looked doubtful. "No Mike," she said.

"Think about when we played with Jamie and Alec," Mike said. "That worked."

"You got really upset," Jen reminded him.

"Only sometimes," Mike said. "You know that's part of the thrill for me."

"I think I've had enough thrilling adventures," Jen said with a laugh. She gave him a crooked grin. "Don't you worry mister, I can give you a lot of thrills and it doesn't need to involve other men."

Mike grinned back. "You think so huh?"

"Oh I know so," Jen said confidently, getting on top of him and kissing him. With a wicked smile she said "Think how hot I got you in Vegas."

"What about Hunter and Davis?" Mike reminded her. Both men fucked her during their game playing in Vegas.

"Yeah but ... what I mean is, if we do play with another man, it doesn't have to hurt you," Jen said, rubbing Mike's chest.

"You said you liked my fantasies," he reminded her, grinning. "Anyway, that's part of it for me." He shrugged. "I guess that's the difference between hot wife and cuckold fantasies."

"Oh god, can you stop?" Jen said with a laugh. She always found her husband's intricate categorizations of wife-related fantasies both disturbing and hilarious.

"At least I'm not into poly," Mike deadpanned.

"Stop!" Jen said with another laugh, punching his arm.

"We can make rules this time," he suggested. 

"Mike stop," Jen implored in a more serious voice. She curled back into his arms. "I'm not ready for that," she told him, kissing his chest.

"Okay," Mike said, giving in. "But maybe someday?"

Jen didn't respond. Mike repeated "Maybe someday?"

Jen was silent for long moments. Finally, she kissed his chest and whispered "Maybe someday." 

~~~~ The End ~~~~