Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"That's different, you were with me," Drums said still angry.

"I'm with you now," she pointed out.

"You were flirting with that guy!" Drums said feeling jealous.

Later in bed, Jen was on top of Drums, slowly riding him. He was still angry, but that didn't mean he didn't want sex (he was a man after all!).

"I'm sorry I flirted with him," Jen said as she slowly went up and down on his shaft. "I'm so used to Mike, he likes that."

"Most guys don't like that Jen," he scolded her.

"I know, I'm sorry, I won't do it again," she said. Trying to lighten the mood, she joked "I thought guys liked seeing camel toes."

"I do, but not when you're flirting with another guy," Drums said frowning at her.

"Okay, I said I'm sorry," she said leaning down and kissing him. "Let's not fight okay?" She grinned at him. "I got that way because of you, you know."

"Yeah?" he said, a smile finally breaking out on his face.

"My lips are all puffy because of you," Jen said.

"Mike doesn't do that to you huh?" Drums teased.

"We're not supposed to talk about him remember?" Jen said.

"I remember," Drums said, rolling Jen onto her back. He looked into her eyes as he continued to fuck her. "I want you to be mine as long as possible."

"I am yours Frankie," Jen said. Remembering his one year membership at the gym, she added, "For the next 3 and a half weeks."

"Are you really counting it down?" Drums said, part joking, part bitter.

"I just want you to be ready for it," Jen said. She caressed his face. "I like you Frankie. This time with you is helping me get ready for it too."

"Does it really have to end?" Drums said. "Can't we keep seeing each other on the side?"

"It has to end baby," Jen said. "If it helps any, you'll be my last boyfriend. We're going to stop playing after this."

Later they snuggled in bed. "Frankie, can I tell you something?" she said hesitantly. "I think you use too much drugs. Especially the coke. It's bad for you. You need to stop."

"Why's it matter?" he said being a martyr, knowing he had only a short time with her.

"You're really talented Frankie," Jen said encouragingly, rubbing his chest. "You're a great songwriter. Don't throw it away on drugs."

"I'm not good enough for you I guess," he said feeling sorry for himself. "Just tell me this. If we met first, do you think we might've worked?"

Jen heard pleading in his voice. She said gently, "Frankie baby, let's not go there okay?"

A long silence passed between them. Then Drums pulled her to him. They were on their sides and Jen put her leg over his. "I promise to pull out," he said, entering her without a condom. "I probably won't cum again anyway. I just want to be inside you."

Jen knew it was dangerous (she was definitely ovulating), but at that moment she couldn't deny him. They fucked like that for a long time, slow and tender, looking into the other's face, softly kissing, making love really.

"I'm trying really hard not to fall in love with you," Drums said looking into Jen's eyes as he slowly made love to her.

"Don't do that," Jen said.

"If we met first, do you think there's a chance you might've fallen in love with me?"

"Please Frankie ... I have to go back to Mike."

"You have to?" Drums said.

"I want to," Jen quickly corrected. "Stop trying to trick me Frankie."

"I just can't believe it," he lamented. "If I had just asked you out first ... who knows what would've happened."

Jen didn't answer. Instead she held and kissed him as they made love. She didn't cum. Fortunately neither did he, as Jen wasn't certain she had the will to make him pull out. He finally pulled out, and they fell asleep in each other's arms.

The next day Mike called Jen at her office. "How's it going?" he asked.

"It's hard," Jen said honestly, breaking out of her role of the ex-wife. "Frankie's dealing with the end."

"You're dealing with that too?" Mike asked.

"I guess," Jen said, remembering the emotion from last night. "Mike, I think I'm ready to stop playing the game. It's just too much."

"You want to stop now?"

"Not now," Jen said. "I can't do that to Frankie. But after, yeah, I'm ready."

"... I think I'm ready too," Mike admitted. "This separation thing is really hard. I don't like it."

"Are you okay?" Jen asked concerned.

"Yeah ..." Mike said. "Your text last night really helped. But not being emotionally connected to you ... it's really hard."

"We ARE emotionally connected baby, we're just playing a game," Jen assured him.

"I don't know, it doesn't feel that way," Mike said. "It feels like we're really separated."

Jen started to object, but then she remembered how she'd felt the same way earlier.

"I don't know Jen," Mike continued. "Maybe we should stop. I'm not sure I can make it 3 more weeks."

"We can't honey," Jen insisted gently. "It would really hurt Frankie."

"You're my wife Jen," Mike said, not likely his wife picking another man over him.

"It's just another 3 weeks," she said reading his mind. "Then we'll be together again. I've told Frankie when it's over it's over."

"... okay," Mike said after a few moments. Jen's assurance eased his anxieties. He chuckled. "I guess I can make it 3 more weeks."

"We can stop the separation role playing," Jen suggested.

"... no," Mike said after a moment. "I guess if we're going to do it, I want to experience it. Does that make sense?"

"No," Jen said with an incredulous laugh. "Yes. I don't know." After a moment she whispered "I'm ovulating right now."

"We talked about that," Mike said. "Spontaneity is okay."

"Mike how can you say that?" Jen said disbelievingly. "We've been separated less than a week and it's too much for you. How could you handle another man getting me pregnant?"

"I did though, before," Mike said softly, referring to when she was pregnant with Tom's baby. "Back then we were really connected. What's hard now is we're not."

Jen needed Mike to be crystal clear. "Do you want me to have Frankie's baby?" she asked. "Is that your third wish?"

Mike was silent for long moments. "I don't know Jen," he finally said. "I don't know if I have a third wish anymore."

~~ Week 7 ~~

Drums took Jen out almost every night, taking her to see local bands, get-togethers of his artsy friends, silly things like bowling. She had a lot of fun! Mike rarely took her to things like that. Mike was more of a homebody so they didn't often go out. When they did they went to more "serious" places like art galleries, trendy restaurants and off-Broadway plays. She liked those things too, but the lighthearted places Drums took her were a breath of fresh air and so much fun!

Drums also took Jen to a lot of hole-in-the-wall diners. He searched them out. He thought they had a lot of personality and were down to earth, and some of them had surprisingly creative menus. Jen liked going, most were family owned and really charming, and often the person waiting on you was the current owner of a long line of owners from the same family. That was really cool, and she always found something healthy and low cal to order. This so differed from the places Mike took her, the French bistros and sophisticated restaurants like Bar Americain, Daniels and Per Se. She knew Mike liked those fancy restaurants because he liked seeing her get all dolled up in designer dresses and high heels, but often dinner took hours! With Frankie she typically dressed casual in skinny jeans and tight tops, and dinner usually only took an hour and then they could do something fun.

They were having dinner in a fun and lively diner called The Spot. Drums had put coins in the old juke box and they were laughing and bopping along to the Beatles and Jerry Lee Lewis as they drank beers and munched on French fries.

They sat next to each other in a booth. The diner felt like a cheesy (yet charming) night club, the lights dark and a disco ball spinning around. Jen wore skinny jeans, a cross-over stretch top that ended just below her belly button and high heels.

They sat close so their legs touched. Drums had his arm around her, and he nuzzled her cheek and neck as he said silly things and made her laugh. Looking at them you'd have no doubt they were a couple, a guy with his girlfriend, in love even.

Drums leaned in and kissed Jen. It started as a laughing kiss but then it turned passionate and heated. Soon they were trading tongue. No one cared they were making out in the booth. It was that kind of place.

Drums moved his hand inside Jen's top as he continued to tongue her. He cupped her naked breast. Jen hadn't worn a bra. Frankie liked her braless.

Jen reached down and put her hand over this crotch. She stroked him over his pants as he kneaded her breast and thumbed her nipple. People were starting to turn and watch.

Jen heard someone call her name. She ignored the voice, continuing to make out and pet Frankie. She so wanted him! She wanted to go home and fuck all night long!

The voice called her name again. Suddenly Jen realized she recognized the voice. She pulled away from Frankie and looked at the voice.

"God Jen, it is you," the voice said shocked. It was her neighbors Alicia and Ella!

"Oh my god," Jen cried horrified. How long had they been watching? Jen pulled away from Frankie. He still had his hand inside her blouse! Jen pushed his hand away and fixed her blouse. She stammered "Alicia, Ella, I --."

"Jen," Alicia said still shocked. "Are you and Mike broken up?"

Jen hurried back to the Bronx apartment, dragging Frankie along beside her. He didn't understand why she was so upset. Tell a lie or something and then just move on.