Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mike nodded. He ran his hand up Jen's long shapely leg, feeling the silkiness of her nylons. He ran his hand under her skirt. Jen lifted her butt slightly so Mike could push her skirt up. Lace came into view. She was wearing thigh high stockings, not pantyhose.

Mike leaned over and kissed her knee. Then he kissed her thigh. "You slept with him?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she admitted. She quickly added "Not often."

"But he lived here?"

"It wasn't like that," Jen protested. "He came over, then I made him leave. He hardly ever slept over."

"He came over to fuck?"

Jen studied Mike's face. She saw mostly excitement there, instead of anger or hurt. She said "Yeah, to fuck. That's all it was honey, just sex."

"When I was in jail, I knew you'd hook up with someone," Mike said. "I knew you couldn't go that long without sex." Seeing the distress come over Jen's face, he added "I love that about you. That you're so sensual."

Jen nodded, but she looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. Usually Mike's assurances made her feel better. Now though she felt like a cheap slut, a tramp who betrayed the man she loved.

"Did he fuck you good?" Mike asked. "He always made you cum, right?"

Jen winched at Mike's words. She started crying. "What do you want me to say?" she sobbed.

"I want you to tell me the truth," Mike said urgently. "I need to know."

"It was just sex Mike, that's all," she insisted. "I was so scared. I couldn't handle being alone."

"He fucked you good though, right?" Mike asked again, his throat dry from cuckold lust. "He always made you cum."

"Mike stop!" Jen sobbed. "Please Mike ..."

Mike got down on the floor, on his knees. He moved between her legs. He kissed up her thigh, ran his cheek over the lace of her stocking top. "I guess it's better, if you were with him just for the sex," he said in almost a whisper, like he was talking to himself.

"It WAS just sex!" Jen insisted. "I don't love him Mike!"

Mike nodded, staring at her pregnant stomach. Her body belied her words.

"It was an accident!" Jen said urgently. "I got drunk. You know how I get."

Mike nodded again. He put his hands behind her knees and pulled her towards him. Now she was halfway laying on the sofa.

"Make love to me Mike," Jen pleaded, the tears still flowing down her cheeks.

Mike didn't answer, it was like he didn't hear her words. He pushed her skirt up, all the way to her waist. Then he pulled her panties off her long legs. He felt the crotch of her panties. They were bone dry. She wasn't excited for him at all. He knew with certainty if Drums was here instead of him, despite all the tears and drama, she'd be soaking wet.

He looked up at her pussy. Despite her pregnancy it still looked the same, so pretty and innocent like a teenager's, two thin lips pressed tightly together, barely a shade darker than the surrounding skin.

Above her clit she was bare. Well, not quite. There was a little stubble there, like she'd shaved recently.

Or someone had shaved her.

"Make love to me baby," Jen repeated, reaching for him.

In that moment, Mike knew what had happened. He gently rubbed the stubble with his thumb. "Drums did this right? He shaved you."

Jen's silence and the alarmed look on her face confirmed his suspicions. "I guess that's his right, with what else he did to you," Mike said bitterly, looking at Jen's baby bump.

"No Mike ..." Jen pleaded.

"Do you miss his big cock, fucking him?" Mike said, all the bitterness, anger and hurt coming out now. "Do you miss HIM?"

"No Mike, no!" she insisted, tears flooding down her face.

"Stop lying to me!" Mike yelled. He wrapped his arms under her knees and abruptly pulled her towards him so her ass hung off the sofa. Then he launched his face at her sex, licking up and down her slit and around her clit. Jen resisted at first but there was no way her body wouldn't respond to getting eaten out, that was just how she was.

Mike slowed down, kissing and gently licking her clit. He reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, pushing her bra up. He tenderly caressed her enlarged breasts and big tummy as he lovingly worshipped her pussy.

Jen came after a few moments. "Come here," she said reaching for him. She wanted him inside her, she desperately wanted the physical connection of making love.

"I can't," Mike said pulling away.

"Why not?" Jen whined, tears falling again.

"I just ... I can't," Mike said. Tears welled up in his eyes. They cried and held each other on the sofa, not knowing what the future held for them.

Later after calming down, Jen changed for bed. She finished taking off her blouse, bra, skirt and stockings. Then she put on comfy VS cotton panties (she'd gone from a size 0/2 to 2/4) and Mike's old fraternity t-shirt.

"You don't have to wear that," Mike said, seeing it was getting tight with her baby bump.

"Of course I'm wearing it," Jen said. Mike had given her the t-shirt the first time they'd slept together, at his bedroom of the frat house. They hadn't planned to sleep together and Jen hadn't brought anything. He'd "loaned" the t-shirt to her. She loved the way the t-shirt smelled like Mike. The next morning she took the t-shirt with her when she went back to her sorority house, and she'd worn it to sleep almost every night since then. To her, the t-shirt was a symbol of their relationship, almost as much as her engagement and wedding rings.

As Mike spooned her in bed, Jen thought about what he'd said, "don't lie to me." Her thoughts went to the letter in her purse from Father Preston, about Joe. She wasn't technically lying to Mike about that, she just hadn't told him yet. She'd tell Mike eventually. Now was definitely not the right time, he was too fragile, their relationship was too fragile.

A few days later things were worse for Mike. He felt anxious all the time, he had trouble concentrating, he felt uncomfortable being around people. Job prospects in NYC were bleak, which made him feel even more miserable.

And then there was Jen. He was so conflicted about her. Looking at her, looking at her pregnant, it made him feel hurt and heartbroken, angry, jealous, betrayed. Yet it got him so hot, he was constantly rock hard. He felt like he was going crazy!

He had doubts about her, about their marriage. Did she really love him? Would she rather be with Drums? How could he support her and the baby?

The baby ... Could he love the baby? Or would the baby always remind him of this time, of when she hooked up with another man while he was in jail. While the government was doing all those things to him.

Finally he made a decision. Luckily he still had her number on his iPhone.

"Hi Tara, it's me, Mike Andrews," he said when his young friend answered. "Thanks. Yeah, it was ... it was pretty bad. But listen, I was wondering if you could do me a big favor."

When Jen got home from work that evening Mike was waiting for her. He was sitting on the sofa. Next to him where 2 suitcases.

Jen's eyes focused on the suitcases. "What's going on?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"I need to leave Jen," Mike said softly. "I need to ... get my head straight. I can't do it here."

"Okay, give me a sec to grab some stuff and we'll go," Jen said moving towards their bedroom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt Mike grab her wrist. He didn't want her to pack. He wasn't inviting her to go with him. "Please don't do this," she begged.

"I can't stay with you Jen," he said looking pained and conflicted. "I don't know. I'm ... I'm not right right now. I can't get better here. It's just ... so much has happened. Everything's too complicated. I can't get better here."

"You promised!" Jen sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Mike said, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "I just can't do it anymore." He picked up the suitcases. "I'm sorry Jen. I'm sorry." Then he left.

~~ The End ~~

(Mike and Jen's story concludes in "Life After We")