Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jen felt self-conscious in the taxi home. She knew she looked freshly fucked. Fortunately it was dark, although the driver glanced repeatedly in the mirror at her braless tits in the tube top.

Jen was distracted as she entered her loft apartment. It was just after 1am in NYC but in San Jose it was only 10pm. Mike probably would be awake, upset she hadn't called all day. It was better she call from home, so he saw she was at home (via caller ID) and not spending the night with Frankie. She'd like to spend the night with Frankie sometime. It wasn't just the sex, she really enjoyed being with him. But she knew she needed to be careful with Mike. He might say "I want you to lose yourself in Frankie," but there were some things that really got him upset, and a big one was her sleeping with her lover.

Jen was halfway across the living room, distracted by these thoughts, when she realized Joe was there. He was awake, and staring at her! She was horrified! She knew she looked freshly fucked! She was braless and the stretchy material of the tube top was molded around her breasts. Her pantyhose was gone, her hair tussled! And she had the hickey on her neck!

Joe's eyes were locked on her bosom. She looked down. God! Her nipples were hard and dented the tube top, their darkness clearly visible.

"Um, hi," she said, then she walked quickly into her bedroom. "Oh god, Joe knows I'm having an affair!" she thought her heart sinking. What if he tells Mike's (his) parents?

She hurriedly undressed and took a shower. She didn't want to smell like sex or Frankie's cologne. She put on VS cotton panties and Mike's old frat t-shirt. Then she put on her big fluffy cotton robe. Steeling herself she went out in the living room.

"Hey you, I thought you were going to bed early," Jen said sitting across from Joe and forcing a natural smile.

"I couldn't sleep," Joe said, his face neutral. "How was the concert?"

"God it was out of control," Jen said beginning her lie. "People were drinking and so crazy. One guy grabbed me and sucked on my neck. The bouncers kicked him out. God Mike is going to be so mad, he put a hickey on me."

"I'm sure Mike will understand," Joe said, looking doubtful.

Jen chatted with Joe a little longer, then wished him goodnight. Back in her bedroom, she leaned against the closed door. God ... she thought Joe sort of bought her lie. At least it explained the hickey and her messed up hair. As for her the absence of pantyhose ... well, maybe the jerk at the concert pushed her down and ripped them. She started feeling better. The lie explained everything and wasn't too farfetched.

Then her heart sank as she remembered the bra. Where had her bra gone? "Okay, maybe I took off my bra because I got drunk at the concert too," she thought to herself. She shrugged. She decided to go with that story if Joe quizzed her tomorrow, she couldn't think of anything better.

She got under the covers in bed and called Mike. He picked up on the first ring. Clearly he'd been waiting for her call. The realization of that made her feel guilty. She remembered her wedding rings! She hastily grabbed them from her bag and put them back on her left hand.

"How'd today go?" Mike asked, clearly bothered.

"Oh god baby, you won't believe what happened," Jen said. She explained walking in on Joe and how he saw her looking so freshly fucked. "Do you think he believed me?"

Hearing the distress in Jen's voice, Mike's emotions switched from being upset to wanting to comfort his wife. "I'm sure everything's okay," he assured. "It's a good story, it explains everything. Don't worry, Joe won't tell mom and dad."

Jen felt relieved. Then her guilt returned. She said "I'm sorry I haven't called before now. It was just so busy with Joe and Frankie."

"Thanks for spending time with Joe," Mike said.

"Of course baby, you know I like him," Jen said. Joe was easy for her to like, he was a lot like Mike.

"Sorry he's there, Drums could be spending the night with you," Mike said.

"I guess ..." Jen said noncommittally. "If I spend the night with Frankie I want you here."

"If you're sleeping with Drums why does it matter if I'm there?" Mike said with a playful laugh.

"It's like when I slept with Alec you were in the next room, or when I slept with Jamie you were in Miami too," Jen said. "That way even though I'm with someone else we're still connected. I don't want you upset. And I want you there, I kinda like having you around mister."

"Okay," Mike chuckled. The upset was gone from his voice now. Jen felt relieved and a little less guilty. She decided to hold off telling Mike about the wedding ring thing until he got home tomorrow.

"So how's Drums?" Mike asked. She heard excitement in his voice.

"Freaking amazing," Jen gushed. "He took me to a Tears for Fears concert!"

"How was it?"

"Awesome!" she gushed. She excitedly recounted the highlights of the concert.

"So you really like him," Mike said.

"I do," Jen admitted. "He's fun, we have things in common, he's hot." She laughed. "Don't worry honey, I'm not going to fall in love with him."

"It's okay if you get close to him," Mike assured her. He laughed too. "It's my wish remember? I want you to let yourself go."

"Are you hard right now?" Jen asked. "Are you playing with yourself?"

"Yeah."

"Want me to tell you something?"

"Yeah," Mike said breathing harder.

"I am letting myself go with Frankie," Jen said. "I am kinda getting close to him. I guess I'm kinda infatuated with him."

"Okay," Mike said stroking himself faster.

"Do you like hearing that?" Jen said.

"Yeah," Mike said his heart pounding.

"Wanna hear more?"

"Yeah."

"You know back in college? It's good I didn't meet Frankie before you. Cause I definitely would've fallen for him."

"Really?" Mike said. Jen heard the jealousy and anxiety in his voice.

"Yeah, I think so," she said. "I wouldn't have married him. Frankie's just another player and I would've figured that out eventually. You and I would've still gotten together. It would've just been more complicated if I'd dated Frankie first, you know?"

"How do you know that?" Mike asked. "Say you were dating Drums when you met me, at the frat. You would've seen me as one of the other geeks like Simon and Zack.

"You're a lot more impressive than that Mike," Jen assured him.

"You say that now, because you know me," Mike said. "But if you were dating Frankie you wouldn't have given me a second look."

"I would have," Jen assured him. "You're a lot better looking than you think honey." After a moment she asked "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he said.

"I'm just telling you this because you want me to get close to Frankie. I'm just trying to tell you, I am getting close to him. That's what you want right? Your wish?"

"Yeah," Mike said. She heard anxiety in his voice. Excitement too.

"I'm not going to fall in love with him Mike," she assured him.

After a few moments Mike said "I'm okay. I want to keep going, the whole 9 weeks. I want this. Keep letting yourself go with him." After a moment, he added "You want that right?"

"Yeah," she admitted. "I like being with him. He's different, uncomplicated. That kinda appeals to me right now."

"He fucks you good too, right?" Mike said with a laugh.

"Yeah, that too," Jen said laughing back. "Are you still playing with yourself?"

"Yeah," Mike said. "Have you fucked a lot?"

"Yeah," Jen said blushing. "He's kinda rough." She quickly added "I like it though, he doesn't hurt me."

"What does he do?" Mike asked excitedly.

"He slaps my ass. He calls me names. He treats me like a slut. He calls me his cheap whore."

"That turns you on, right?"

"Yeah," she admitted blushing. "Sometimes I want to be treated like a slut. But I don't want to be a slut. Does that make sense?" She laughed self-reproachfully. She was regularly fucking 3 guys not her husband, Alex, Jamie and Frankie, and if given half a chance she'd fuck Frankie's gorgeous friend Malcom. "I guess I am I'm a slut."

"You're not a slut honey, you're just really sensual," Mike assured her. "There's nothing wrong with liking sex."

She smiled. He always made her feel good about herself, always put her on a pedestal. She thought of the pictures Frankie took. "You might not say that if you saw the pictures Frankie took," she said.

"Pictures?"

"He fucked my face really hard," Jen explain. "God I was such a mess. He took pictures."

"Was that a good idea?" Mike said concerned. He didn't like the idea of another guy having explicit pictures of his wife. He suspected Collin had pictures, but that was back in college.

"He used my phone baby," Jen said.

"Oh okay," Mike said. He grinned. "Send them to me."

"Okay, but prepare yourself," she giggled. She got her iPhone and emailed the pictures to her husband.

"God ..." Mike gasped a few moments later, looking at the pictures. His wife's pretty face was completely covered with spit and Frankie's cum, so were her small perky titties.

"Pretty slutty huh?" Jen said feeling embarrassed and like a slut.

"You're so beautiful!" Mike gushed. "God you're incredible!"

She smiled, beaming into the phone. "Seriously?" she giggled. Mike always saw the best in her, no matter what. "Can you believe how much he cums?"

"He always cums that much?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yeah," she said. She decided to tease him and said "Good thing he's using condoms or I'd seriously be pregnant right now."

"Is he trying to fuck you bareback?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yeah, but I told him a good boyfriend doesn't pressure his girlfriend," Jen said with a giggle.