Adultery Making It Work by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"God you have the greatest legs," he said admiringly.

"THAT's why we can't be friends," she said with a laugh, pulling her skirt down.

He put his hand on her knee. "I'll never feel these beauties wrapped around my waist again?" he asked giving her a lecherous smile.

"Nope," she said laughing again, pushing his hand away. She looked around. "Can you like keep your voice down?"

"Why do I need to keep my voice down, do you have something in mind?" he teased, caressing her thigh again.

"Don't you ever stop?" she said with another laugh, pushing his hand away again.

"God you're beautiful," he admired, stroking her neck.

"Stop," she said pulling away.

He caressed her again, running his fingertips along her neck and behind her ear. "I know where your buttons are," he said with a smile, lustfully watching her nipples getting hard in her blouse.

She closed her computer and hugged it against her chest. She got up her expression serious. "It's over Scott," she said curtly. "If you can't deal with that, you need to transfer off my team."

Jen left the Starbucks. Scott watched her leave. He smiled. He knew he'd get her eventually.

Instead of going back to work, Jen called her assistant and said she had an outside appointment, then she went home.

At home she felt flushed. Even though it was only mid-afternoon she poured herself a glass of wine and gulped it down. She kicked off her heels as she walked into the bedroom. She crawled into bed.

For a moment she put her arm over her eyes. Not able to resist further, she reached down and tugged her skirt up around her waist. With one arm still covering her eyes, she reached her other hand into her panties.

She was soaking. She ran her fingers up and down her wet pussy lips. Then with her fingertip she ran circles around her clit. "Yeah Scott like that," she whispered, her eyes closed, her fingers teasing her clit.

Scott had gotten her so hot. She missed his body, his cock, the way he treated her like a slut, the way he took control, the way he fucked her. She loved making love with Mike, but that's what it was with her husband, making love. Sometimes she just needed fucked, raw hard passionate dirty fucking.

She fingered herself. Mid-way through she impatiently tore off her blouse and bra. She used one hand to fondle her breasts and rub her nipples as she used the other to rub her clit. "Fuck me Scott, fuck me, yeah like that Scott, stick it all the way in, harder Scott harder," she chanted fantasizing about being roughly fucked by Scott's long thick cock.

Afterward she felt guilty and dirty. She undressed and got in the shower. She sat down in the corner and hugged her legs to her chest, sobbing as the shower rained down on her.

She pulled herself together and called Mike. "Will you be home regular time?" she asked after telling him she was home.

"Yeah," he said concern in his voice. "Are you okay?"

"Just needed a mental health day," she said. "Can we go to the bistro tonight?"

Jen hugged and kissed him when he got home. "Is everything okay?" he asked.

"I'll tell you at dinner, okay?" She hugged his arm tight as they walked the short distance from their loft to the bistro.

"What's new with Sapphire?" she asked after the waiter brought their drinks. Mike got a scotch with one big round ice cube and Jen a glass of the house sparkling wine. He said reporters were calling for interviews. Sapphire was becoming big time national -- even worldwide -- news. "Oh baby I'm so proud of you!" she gushed.

Mike knew something was bothering her, and he had a good guess what. "So what happened?" he said. "Did Scott hit on you again?"

She blushed, nodding. She told him what happened.

"Do you want him?" Mike asked. Jen didn't answer.

The waiter came to take their order. They ordered things they often got. A mixed plate of meats and cheese, an arugula salad with fresh shaved Parmigianino and drizzled with EVOO, and warm crusty bread with rich French butter. They ordered a cheap bottle of Bordeaux. As they requested, all the food came at once and they shared like a picnic, sipping wine as they took bites here and there.

"What are you thinking?" she asked nervously.

"Do you love him?" he responded.

"God no Mike!" she said immediately, "I don't love him!" But then she hesitantly admitted "But I guess I'm still attracted to him."

Mike didn't say anything, processing his wife's admission. He poured the rest of the wine into their glasses. The cocktails and wine helped take the edge off. "I still think about you with other guys," he said finally. "I can't help it."

He paused. "I can't handle seeing you with Scott again," he said finally. "But maybe another guy ..."

"I don't think we should play the game again," she said. "I don't want to lose control again."

"It's not just you," Mike assured her. "I lose control too." His urge to see her with other men was as strong -- stronger maybe -- as her urge to be with other men.

After pausing he said "It'll be better with someone you're not buds with, someone you don't work with." Then he hesitantly asked, "Or is it just Scott you want?"

She blushed embarrassed. "I shouldn't want anyone but you ..."

"But you do," Mike said. He quickly added "You know that's okay with me."

She gave him a crooked smile. "We are SO weird." They shared a laugh.

She looked down like a shy little girl, embarrassed. "No, it's not just Scott," she said answering his question. She put her head in her hands, laughing nervously. "God Mike I can't believe the conversations we have!"

Mike laughed too, feeling relieved it wasn't just Scott she wanted. He hugged her. "This is another way we're made for each other," he joked.

"I guess," she laughed. "Are we always gonna be this demented?"

He hugged her tighter. "It's okay we're like this baby. We just have to figure out how to make it work."