Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jen looked shocked. Mike didn't want to make love?

But then she got it. If she got pregnant this weekend, they'd want to know who the father was.

"I guess you're right," Jen said. "I guess I should only be with Scott this weekend."

Mike gasped, his heart suddenly pounding. "You're going to fuck him, let him cum inside you?" he said excitedly. "Maybe get you pregnant?"

"That's what you want, right?" Jen asked with a teasing smile.

"Yeah," Mike said although hesitantly. Truthfully he was torn by it. "You want it too?"

"The fantasy turns me on," Jen admitted. "I'm not sure how Scott will treat you after."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what a jerk he can be," Jen said.

"Yeah ..." Mike said. He thought about how Scott would treat him if Jen was pregnant with his baby, especially if he had urged Jen to let Scott impregnate her. The prospect both worried him and got him lightheaded with lust.

Jen opened her suitcase and took something out. It was a pink strapless bustier.

Scott's bustier.

"I brought it in case we decided to do it," she said. "You remember it, right?"

"Yeah ..." Mike said staring at the bustier. If Jen wore that tomorrow Scott would know she was his. At least for tomorrow night. And after that? Mike was torn between lust and good sense. "You're gonna let him cum inside you?"

"I guess so," Jen said. "I'm just in the first week of my cycle so I'm probably safe."

"So you'll let Scott cum inside you but you really don't want to get pregnant?" Mike asked.

Jen laughed and rolled her eyes. "God Mike I don't know what you want me to say!"

"I want you to tell me you want it too," Mike said. "It's not just me."

"I don't know Mike," Jen said. "You know how much I like Scott, how we're buds. I think a lot of him. He's a freaking marketing genius!"

"He doesn't seem so impressive to me," Mike said bothered by her unabashed praise of his rival.

"Like you would know," Jen said a dismissive laugh. She kissed the top of Mike's head to take the sting out of her words. "I'm sorry baby. You're not in marketing, you don't know how amazing Scott is."

"I thought you were over him," Mike said getting worried. Where was all this coming from? She barely talked about Scott nowadays. Now she was talking like she thought about him all the time.

"That's what I'm saying Mike," Jen said. "I've ignored all these feelings for Scott. But they're still there. If we hook up tomorrow ... god, if he gets me pregnant ... I'm not sure what will happen."

"Oh ..." Mike said. "I guess I didn't realize you still had feelings for Scott."

"I don't love him the way I love you," Jen assured him. She wrapped her arms around Mike and hugged him.

"You love him?" Mike said even more alarmed.

"I didn't say that," Jen said. She lightly rubbed the bustier against Mike's cheek. He felt the silkiness of the material and the hard ribbing underneath. "Do you want me to wear this for Scott tomorrow?"

Mike wasn't able to respond. He was too overwhelmed and conflicted with lust, jealousy and insecurity.

"I wish my breast were bigger, this would look better on me," Jen mused. Then she giggled and added "I guess if Scott gets me pregnant my breasts WILL get bigger, at least for a little while. But then I wouldn't be able to wear this because it's so tight and my stomach will get big." She shrugged. "Maybe I should get a boob job. What do you think Mike?"

"Jen ..." Mike croaked out, his throat hoarse from lust. He managed to say "Your breasts are perfect."

"How would you know, you haven't seen them for a while," Jen said laughing cheerily. She eyed him teasingly. "Do you want to see them?" She began unbuttoning her blouse. Mike saw her lacy white bra, the swell of her small breasts above the cups.

"Only Frankie's seen them, only he's touched them," Jen said as she slowly peeled off her blouse. "Only he's been inside me. What do you think about that Mike?"

"God Jen ..." Mike moaned.

Jen reached down and stroked Mike's cock over his pants. "You want me to wear the bustier for Scott, don't you?" she whispered hotly as she stroked him. "Admit it Mike. You want me to let him fuck me and cum inside me. You want him to get me pregnant."

"OH GOD!" Mike yelled his body jerking as he came in his pants.

Mike cleaned himself up. Then he watched Jen put the pink bustier back in her suitcase. "Let's worry about it tomorrow, okay?" she said. She got into bed with Mike and they snuggled. She hugged him tightly and they snuggled for a long time, just holding each other.

"I guess I better get ready," Jen said as it started getting dark outside.

"Yeah ..." Mike said still holding his wife.

Jen heard the hesitation in Mike's voice. "Don't you want me to see Mal and Jay?"

"I want you to," Mike assured her. He grinned. "One last crazy weekend, right?"

"Yeah," Jen agreed smiling back. She added "I'll make them use condoms."

"Okay," Mike said. He felt torn about the weekend. Not just with Scott, but Mal and Jay too. Now that he had her back, part of him wanted to scoop her into his arms and take her home, to keep her all to himself. But his cuckold lusts and fantasies were too strong.

"You're crazy, you know that?" Jen said looking at him, a twinkle in her eyes. She rubbed his crotch. He was hard again.

She unzipped his pants and took out his cock. She looked at it. She hadn't seen his penis since their "separation."

"I must look really small to you," he said. There was excitement in his voice. He added "It's okay to tell me, I want you to."

"You do huh?" Jen said playfully. "You do look small," she told him honestly, looking at his penis. "You feel small too," she said stroking him, knowing he wanted the unvarnished truth. She'd gotten used to Frankie's manhood, so long and sooo thick. She couldn't help thinking her husband's thin, not quite 5 inch penis was small. Every girl would make that same comparison.

"Are you sure you'll be happy with this for the rest of your life?" Mike said breathing hard as Jen slowly stroked him, looking intently at his cock, studying it.

"Yeah, I'm sure," she said. "This is still my favorite one." She lowered her head and took her husband into her mouth.

In truth she WAS kinda concerned about it. She was a size queen, big cocks turned her on and they felt sooo good. And she loved sex.

But people have to grow up. She and Mike had to move on from their game. Allie was right, it was too dangerous.

Mike was a considerate lover, and he ate her out better than anyone. He'd do that 10 times a day if she asked him to. And there were sex toys they could play with. Anyway, there was more to love than mind-blowing sex.

It didn't take Mike long to cum. Afterwards they both undressed completely and got back into bed. They snuggled together skin to skin. It felt so good! They needed this to reconnect.

"Was it everything you wanted?" Jen asked as they held each other, referring to their "separation."

"I guess," Mike said sounding uncertain. "I never want to do it again. The times you acted like we were really separated ... I wanted you to do that ... but it was really hard. I missed you a lot. I was busy with the Ring so that helped."

"I really missed you too," she said pulling his arm tighter around her.

"It was easier for you though, right? Because you were with someone else, you weren't alone," Mike said.

"Yeah, I guess," Jen said. Mike was right. She and Frankie were always doing things. They had things in common. The sex was great. She'd been infatuated with him. Sometimes - often - she didn't even think about Mike.

Reading her mind, Mike asked "Do you still have a crush on him?"

Jen searched her feelings. "I'd be lying if I said I didn't care about him. We got close. We shared things. I guess I see him as a really good friend. I miss him." She looked at Mike. "Does this make you upset?"

"Yeah," Mike said with a sad smile. "But what else could I expect, right? Don't feel guilty, it's not your fault. This was all my idea."

"But I went along with it," Jen said knowing it wasn't all on Mike. "That's part of why I want to stop playing the game. I don't think I could ever love another man. But what if with the next man, or the man after him, I do kinda fall in love. I'm not saying I'd love him like I love you. But you see how that would complicate things?"

"You said you loved Scott," Mike pointed out.

"Not really," Jen said.

Mike waited for Jen to say more, to reassure him she didn't love Scott. When she didn't say more, he said "I could never share your heart with another man. That would tear me apart."

"You don't have to worry about Frankie," Jen assured him, kissing him on the lips. "There are things about him I don't like. I don't like his politics, he's really conservative. He's fun, but he's really basic. It's not just that though. He isn't you. I care about him like a good friend, but I'm not in love with him."

"What about Scott?" Mike asked.

Jen put a finger to Mike's lips. "Let's not talk about him okay?" she said. It was getting late. She kissed Mike. "I better get ready."

Jen got into the shower. A few moments later Mike joined her. They hugged and then Jen looked him up and down. "Good boy," Jen said with a teasing smile, seeing him completely hairless. She smiled inside realizing her comment was accurate, as his small hairless cock looked like a little boy's.

Mike looked embarrassed under his wife's gaze. He knew he didn't have a ripped body or impressive manhood like Drums. To make him feel better, Jen kissed him and then used her hands to lather his body with soap. He soon had a hard-on. Jen got on her knees and went down on him. Again he didn't last long.

After catching his breath, Mike turned off the shower spray and turned on the bathtub faucet, turning their shower into a bath. Mike sat down and turned Jen so her back was to him. He pulled her towards him so she sat between his open legs, reclining against his chest. Then as the tub filled he rubbed shampoo into her long lush blonde hair. Jen closed her eyes as Mike massaged her scalp. She loved when Mike did this! He'd washed her hair countless times over the years, and she never got tired of it. The relaxing pleasure was almost as good as an orgasm!