Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jen took longer than normal to dress. Yesterday she wore a loose dress that sort of hid her pregnancy. She hadn't wanted to remind Mike of her condition every time he looked at her. But she knew that approach wouldn't work. The fact was, she WAS pregnant. She couldn't hide it.

She wanted to look good for Mike. She knew he liked her on his arm looking sexy and pretty. She put on tights, a short skirt and a stretch top. The outfit clearly showed the baby bump, but it showed the rest of her body too especially her ass and long legs (she'd gained a little weight in her behind and hips but not too much, and she kinda liked how the extra soft curves looked on her). She brushed her long blonde hair to a silky luster and put on pink lip stick.

She knew Mike would love it, but she couldn't wear high heels. She'd gotten too big for that, she felt unbalanced now in stilettos. So instead she slipped into flirty cowboy boots.

She was rewarded when Mike looked her up and down and gushed "Wow you look great!"

She smiled as her heart did a flip at his compliment. She hugged his arm tight and said with a big encouragingly smile "Let's go get you a job mister."

But job hunting was rough going. All of Wall Street was off limits to him. Jen's firm offered to hire him and pay him a lot of money but the Ring was complete. Mike didn't want a pity job. He wanted to make money, yes, but he also wanted a job where he would feel like he was making a difference, where he was needed.

Mike could work in a software company, but there wasn't a lot of high tech in the New York area. To make matters worse he was radioactive to some companies, either because the ownership disagreed with what he'd done or they didn't want the controversy.

"It's okay honey, it's just the first day," Jen said later at home, trying to reassure him. "Just give it some time, you'll have your pick of a lot of great job offers."

"Yeah ...," Mike said feeling down and depressed. "I wish I never hacked into Sapphire."

"Baby you're a hero!" Jen gushed, hugging him. "They were spying on people, you were right to expose them!"

"I'm not sure it was worth it," Mike lamented.

"You did the right thing," Jen assured him, hugging him tighter. "You're a hero, don't forget that." She added with a giggle, "Just don't do it again. At least tell me first."

Later after dinner Jen sat Mike on the sofa. Then she poured him a Highland Park scotch. After giving him the tumbler she kicked off the cowboy boots and plopped onto the sofa, putting her feet in his lap. "I've missed your foot massages," she said giving him a teasing smile.

Mike took one of her petite, pretty feet in his hands. The sole of her foot was slightly damp from wearing boots all day. He rubbed up her arch and below her toes. He felt himself get hard. He loved touching her feet, he loved touching the silkiness of her tights.

"Feels good baby," Jen sighed.

"Drums didn't give you massages?" Mike asked.

Jen could tell he wasn't playing the game, there was too much hurt in his voice. "No, I never wanted him to," she said. She forced a teasing grin. "That job's yours mister."

They were silent for long moments. With her other foot in Mike's lap, she knew he was hard. His focus seemed to be entirely on the massage, but she knew he was thinking other things too. She sensed he was conflicted, the fantasy of his cuckold desires versus the reality of what had happened. "Are you okay baby?" she asked hesitantly, fearing he wasn't.

Mike pulled his eyes away from her feet and looked at her stomach. "Pull your shirt up," he said, his voice almost cracking from excitement.

Jen pulled up the tight stretchy top, up passed her skirt and belly. She'd worn tights under the skirt, having folded the waistband down so it was like a band just below her belly button.

Mike's eyes were focused on the top of her tights, where she'd folded them down. He loved when she did that, he had a major leg and stocking fetish.

Jen teasingly moved her foot (the one not in his hands) over his crotch. "You like this?" she asked running her fingertips over the top over her tights, over her big pregnant stomach.

"Yeah," Mike said, the one syllable word coming out like a moan.

Jen slowly unfolded the lights and pulled them up, passed her belly button, over her big belly. The dark semi-opaque tights contrasted enticingly with her smooth white skin. "This?" she asked.

Mike nodded. Jen stood. She put her hands behind her and unzipped her skirt, then wiggled out of it. She crossed her arms and pulled off the top. Her bra was next. Now she stood in front of her husband in just the tights.

She pulled his hands to her belly, over the tights. "This baby is yours," she said. When he didn't say anything she said "It is Mike."

She got worried when he still didn't say anything. She felt faint and got on her knees, putting her hand on Mike's leg to support herself. "You promised Mike," she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

Mike put his hand over hers, but still he didn't say anything. "What's wrong?" she asked a tear falling down her cheek.

"... I don't know," Mike said honestly. He felt intense desire for Jen ... but what else did he feel? He wasn't sure. He felt empty inside.

Jen took his hand and kissed it. "I'm been thinking," she said in a small voice. "I couldn't get an abortion -."

"I'd never want you to do that," Mike said immediately.

Jen gave him a weak smile. "I know," she said kissing his hand again. "But maybe ... I think maybe we should give the baby up for adoption."

Mike heard the pain in Jen's voice as she offered that. After just a moment he said "I'd never ask you to do that."

"We Mike, we," Jen said urgently. "What WE would do."

"... yeah," Mike said after a few moments.

Jen heard the uncertainty in Mike's voice and started crying. She put her face in his lap and hugged his legs. "This isn't happening, is it?" she sobbed between tears.

Mike stroked her hair. "I just need time to get used to it," he said.

"It was an accident Mike, just like Tom!" Jen said sobbing. She said desperately "We were okay after that right? This is just like Tom!"

"Yeah," Mike said, but still there was uncertainty in his voice. They both knew this time was different.

He pulled Jen next to him on the sofa and hugged her. He wrapped the throw blanket they kept on the sofa around her since she was naked (except for the tights). He gently stroked her hair and back until she finally stopped crying.

"I love you Mike," she said holding onto him. She ran her hand down to his crotch. He was still rock hard. "Make love to me," she said in a pleading voice.

"... I can't," he said after a few moments. He didn't know why. He desperately wanted her. But it just didn't feel right.

She sobbed again, hugging him even tighter. He stroked her hair. "I need some time Jen," he said.

"Okay," she said in a small voice, holding back tears. After a few moments she kissed down his chest. She moved to unzip his pants. Mike stopped her but she gently moved his hands away. "Please let me," she said in a pleading voice. Jen threw off the blanket, exposing her body. Then she went down on him.

Mike's breathing quickened as Jen took him into her warm soft mouth. He tenderly ran his hands over her body, over her bigger breasts, over her tights and long legs, over the baby bump. Especially over the baby bump. He was more turned on by her body than ever, he desperately wanted to make love to her. But he couldn't. He didn't know why. It was like her body wasn't his anymore ...

Jen bobbed slowly up and down on Mike's cock, not wanting him to cum too fast. She looked at him, her lips wet. His hands were on her tits. "They're bigger," she said with a crooked grin.

"Yeah," Mike said, cupping her breasts. They seemed about a cup bigger and heavier in his hands. They were still perky though with the same eraser-sized upturned nipples.

"Do you like them bigger?" Jen asked.

Mike nodded, captivated by her breasts.

"I hope they stay this big," she said.

"I love them big like this, or small like they used to be," he gushed. "Either way they're perfect."

Jen smiled at him. She wanted to crawl on top of him and make love, but she didn't want to rush it. She went back down on him, and moments later he came.

Father Preston struggled over what Joe had told him. Normally confessions were confidential, not to be discussed with anyone but the confessor. But this was different. Joe was gone. What he'd done affected another person, she had a right to know. With a heavy heart, Father Preston began writing a letter to Joe's sister-in-law.

"How's Mike?" Allie asked when Jen finally returned to work.

"I'm not sure," Jen said looking sad. "Whatever they did, it's really affected him. Dr. Sloan said he might have posttraumatic stress disorder."

"What did they do to him?" Allie asked.

"He won't say," Jen said. "Whenever I ask, he looks ... pained. Scared. I guess he'll tell me eventually." She put her hands on her big stomach and grimaced.

"What did Mike say about that?" Allie asked looking worried.

Jen looked down. "I told him we should put the baby up for adoption."

"Oh god Jen," Allie said, horrified. "Give up your baby?"

"What else can I do?" Jen said suddenly crying. "I'm afraid he doesn't love me anymore!"

Mike sat in a Starbucks drinking coffee. He'd spent the day job hunting. With Wall Street cut off from him, he thought about joining a software startup but the pickings were slim in the New York area. The high school teaching position was still available but that wasn't an option anymore. With his bank account empty he needed a higher paying job.

His iPhone rang. He looked at the caller id and immediately got angry. "What?" he said irritably into the phone.

"Can we talk?" Drums said on the other end of the line.

"How you doing?" Drums said an hour later. They were in a bar sipping beers.

Mike shrugged, barely able to contain his anger. He had no desire to chit chat with Drums.