Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"It's alright," he said pressing his body against hers. He kissed her again, then he worked his lips up her neck, behind her ears. By now he knew all her erogenous zones, and exactly how to turn her on.

"Come on Frankie, stop," Jen protested even as she felt a tingling between her legs.

Drums didn't stop. He worked her lips, her neck, behind her ear. Then his hands went to her breasts, touching her just right.

"Frankie, stop I can't," Jen insisted, her breathing growing deeper. "Mike ..."

"Mike wouldn't want you to be alone," Drums said as he unbuttoned her blouse. "He'd want me to take care of you." He pushed up her bra and then took one of her nipples into his mouth. Jen's back arched as she moaned.

"I know you, I can tell you need it," Drums said as he reached down and pulled up her skirt. He palmed her pussy over her panties, he could feel the heat. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he continued to rub and lick her nipples.

"God ..." Jen groaned. Frankie was right, she did need it. She hadn't had good sex since before Colin's party ... back when she was still with him!

"Come on babe," Frankie said urgently. He pulled her hand to his crotch. He'd taken out his cock! Frankie wrapped her small hand around his shaft. He felt so hard and thick!

She felt Frankie pulling down her panties. She squeezed her legs together and pulled her hand away from his cock. "I can't Frankie," she begged. "Mike ..."

"I know your body Jen," Frankie said cupping her breast and thumbing her rock hard nipple. "I know you want this."

"I can't, Mike ..." she said again. Now tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"Come on honey, don't cry, Mike will be okay," Frankie said kissing away her tears even as he continued to rub her nipples. Sensing her concerns, he said "It'll just be sex, no drama."

Jen paused. She looked into Frankie's eyes, breathing hard. "Just sex?" she finally said.

"I promise," he said nodding. "No drama." He laid her on the sofa, his lips going back to her nipples. He tongued and nibbled her just as he knew she loved it. At the same time he reached under her skirt and pulled her panties down. This time Jen didn't stop him, in fact she raised her butt to help him.

He moved back up and kissed her again, gently pressing his tongue into her mouth. His hands replaced her mouth at her breasts, gently fondling her. He correctly sensed she needed gentleness right now, not rough play.

He got on top of her, his hips edging her legs open. Her skirt was already around her waist. As he continued to kiss her, he moved his cock to her pussy, pressing its thick head between her folds.

"Frankie, wait," she gasped, breaking away from the kiss. She reached for her purse and gave him a condom. "Put this on."

"Okay," Frankie said, quickly opening the package and rolling the condom on his shaft. Inside he was doing cartwheels. Until this moment he wasn't sure if she'd let him fuck her. But now he knew he was in business, a chick didn't give you a condom unless she was going to let you fuck her!

With the condom on he guided his cock to her pussy, pressing between her folds. As he did he looked into her pretty face. She was breathing hard and her cheeks were flushed. Despite everything going on in her life, she wanted fucked, her body needed it! God he so wanted this girl!

Jen grunted and her nostrils flared as he penetrated her. God she felt tight! Her pussy must've tightened up since he'd last fucked her!

"God Frankie," she groaned, gripping his muscular arms.

"You feel so fucking good," he gushed as he pushed into her inch-by-inch. Her pussy was so tight and smooth, like velvet! "God I've missed your pussy!"

Frankie fucked her slow and gentle. "Does this feel good?" he asked looking into her eyes.

"Yeah," Jen breathed out.

"Do you want to go faster?"

"Yeah ..."

"Like this?" Frankie asked moving faster.

"Frankie?" Jen said.

"What?"

"Stop asking me," she said desperately. "Just fuck me."

Frankie gave Jen a wicked, lustful grin. This was the Jen he remembered! He suddenly put her legs over his shoulders and then pinned her arms over her head. "Is this what you want slut?" he growled, fucking her harder, faster and deeper.

"Oh god yeah ..." Jen moaned, relishing the feeling of being out of control, of being taken, of being fucked by a really big cock! For a moment she forgot about her troubles, instead focusing on Frankie's thick cock pounding her pussy over and over again.

"Fuck Frankie, oh god, oh god Frankie!" she cried as her toes curled over his shoulders, her body erupting in a massive orgasm.

Frankie gave her no chance to recover. He flipped her around onto her hands and knees. In this position he pounded her even harder, driving her pretty face practically through the mattress! Jen loved this position! She loved doggy style, it made her feel so cheap, and now Frankie's big thick cock was hitting both her clit and her g-spot.

"Oh god ..." she moaned, but it was muffled with her mouth buried into the mattress. Suddenly Drums grabbed her long blonde hair and roughly pulled her head up. As he pounded her from behind he locked his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue down her throat.

Jen felt another orgasm approaching. She felt Frankie wrap his arm around her chest and then he roughly squeezed and pinched her nipples. The rough treatment and sudden pain pushed her over the edge and she groaned into Frankie's mouth and over his tongue as her body exploded in another orgasm.

The shuddering of Jen's lithe body and the convulsions of her pussy threw Drums over the edge. He grabbed Jen's hips and rammed himself deep into her. He paused there for a moment, and then he climaxed, relentlessly pounding her pussy as orgasmic pleasure ripped through his body.

Drums collapsed onto Jen, both of them panting. After a few moments, not wanting to crush her, he rolled off. But he wasn't careful so as he pulled out the condom rolled off, lodging itself in her pussy. The condom was partially inside out, some of the sperm leaking across her pussy lips.

"Fuck," Drums muttered under his breath. He reached in and pulled the condom out.

"What?" Jen said as she felt the condom pulled from her. She quickly looked between her legs. "God Frankie!" she said seeing the milky liquid across her pussy lips.

"I'm sorry!" he said apologetically.

"You have to be careful!"

"I'm sorry, none of it got inside you!" he said defensively.

Jen looked again. It look like he was right, his sperm was just across her lips not inside her. "God Frankie ..." she lamented knowing she couldn't be sure.

"Come on, I'm sure it's okay," Frankie said, kissing her cheek and putting his arm around her.

"You said no drama," Jen reminded him, scowling at him.

"This isn't drama honey," Frankie insisted, brushing her hair affectionately.

She pulled away from him. "You better go," she said.

Drums sighed but he didn't argue. He got dressed and left.

Jen staggered to the bedroom. Her legs were shaking, she was still drunk and high and, well, she'd just gotten fucked really good and hard.

Her clothes were in a disarray. She took them off and got into the shower, taking extra care to wash her pussy. She hoped to god none of his sperm got into her.

She dried off and got into bed. The shower had sobered her a little. Her worries flooded back to the forefront of her mind. Oh Mike where are you?

She rolled into a ball and started crying. She worried desperately about Mike. She needed him, she felt so alone and lonely. What were they doing to him?

She was such a slut. She'd always been a slut, she was so easy to seduce. She felt terrible. But she knew Mike would understand. He knew she was weak. It'd just been sex. She felt nothing for Frankie, any lingering feelings she had for him were pushed away by her worry for Mike. She'd explain that to Mike, and once he understood she had no feelings for Frankie, that it'd just been sex, she was sure he'd forgive her, it'd even get him excited.

"My name is Ethan Banks, I'm Director of CATF," Colonel Banks said to Mike in the interrogation room. They were sitting across from each other. Mike's wrists were handcuffed to his chair.

"What's CATF?" Mike asked.

"Cyber Anti-Terrorism Task Force," Banks said.

Mike nodded slowly. He said "Why am I here? I want to see my lawyer."

"You leaked classified information," Bank said. "Terrorists have no rights, you don't get a lawyer."

Mike tried to hide his fear. "I'm an American citizen, I have rights."

"Aren't you listening? You're a terrorist, you have nothing," Banks said scowling at Mike. He crossed his arms. "When did you infect Sapphire?"

"I don't know what you're talking about," Mike lied.

"You infected Sapphire with a virus so Liberty's data feed was mirrored to a public web site," Bank accused.

"No I didn't," Mike said. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"We know you hacked into Sapphire, repeatedly."

"I didn't hack in, I wrote Sapphire, I went in through a back door."

"Why?"

"I told you, I wrote Sapphire, I wanted to check on its progress," Mike said.

"Why? You quit."

"Like I said, I wrote Sapphire, I still care about it, I care about the people there," Mike said.

"You don't seem to understand the trouble you're in," Colonel Banks said. "You're a terrorist, I can do anything I want to you. I can hold you here indefinitely, you'll never see your wife again, hell, you'll never see the sun again. We know you infected Sapphire, we have evidence. We know most of what happened, we just need you to fill in some gaps. So why don't you start talking."