25-12-2018, 05:19 PM
Mike would rather Jen came home early and nap here instead of stay longer at Frank's. And would she really be sleeping at Frank's, or fucking? But he thought about it. He would have tomorrow night. Then all Sunday afternoon and evening. And at least part of Saturday. That was enough of Jen's attention to fill up the Jen Meter. So he'd be able to enjoy the cuckold angst without going over the cliff. And this way he got to spend more time with Anna. Now that he was working for Apple he had less time during the week to be with their daughter. He missed that quality time with her.
"Okay," he finally said. "I guess this is okay."
Jen grinned excitedly at Mike and squeezed his hand. She was clearly delighted. "I'll tell Frank."
Mike grabbed her hand. He said "So you're really infatuated with him."
"You want that right?" Jen asked. She knew her husband didn't want her to just hook up with guys. He wanted her to develop a bond with them. That's what she wanted too.
"Yeah but, I don't want it to be permanent Jen," Mike said. It was an ongoing conversation between them.
"Let's just focus on tonight honey," Jen said. Sensing he wanted a more definitive answer, she said "It won't be permanent. He'll get tired of me or I'll get tired of him. So don't worry baby."
Mike slowly nodded. He wasn't happy with that answer. But really, wasn't that how it always was? Jen's affairs ended when she got tired of her "boyfriend." That was the thing though. In the past Jen always ended it. Would she ever tire of Frank? And if Frank was the one who ended it - if she was the dumpee instead of the dumper - how would that affect them?
"Can you start Anna's bath?" Jen asked him.
Mike nodded. He went into the bathroom with Anna. Hearing the water run, Jen went into the kitchen for privacy. She got a sponge and pulled up her skirt. Her thong was soaked. She took it off then inserted the sponge. She got one of Sally's panties (it was light pink) and put it on, knowing Frank would like that. Then she called Frank and told him to come up in 30 minutes.
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"Take off your clothes," Frank ordered. They were in the bedroom. Before starting, Mike made sure Anna was sound asleep.
Frank was sitting on Mike and Jen's marital bed, lounging there as if he owned it. Jen stood in front of him. Mike sat in a chair off to the side.
Jen took off her dress, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She reached back and unsnapped her bra. Soon it lay on the floor next to the dress.
Frank smiled seeing the light pink lacy panties. But he frowned at the stockings. Hosiery was Mike's thing, not his. "Take off the stockings," he ordered.
With a glance at her husband, Jen stepped out of the high heels. She rolled off the thigh high stockings and dropped them on the floor next to her dress and bra. She stood up and was about to step back into the high heels when Frank stopped her. "No leave those off," he told her. "Put socks on. The ones you wear to bed." Frank liked that. In his mind, this way he was fucking the "real Jen."
Jen usually wore cotton socks at night because her feet got cold. She reached into her dresser but Frank stopped her again. "Wear those," he said pointing. It was the Elmo socks, the one's Anna picked out for her birthday present.
Jen looked over at Mike. She hesitated, giving him a chance to object. But he didn't say anything. He looked bothered, but beside himself with uncontrolled lust.
Jen pulled on the Elmo socks. They were slim bobby socks, the kind cheerleaders wore with saddle shoes. Jen folded the tops down to form a cuff at her ankles. The socks were virgin white. Each sock had a furry red Elmo on the cuff.
"Now the jewelry," Frank said. "Take it off. Those rings and the bracelet."
Jen didn't hesitate to take off her wedding and engagement rings. After all, they played the "wedding ring game" all the time. But she hesitated before taking off the tennis bracelet. She looked at her husband again. Still Mike was paralyzed, unable to say anything. Since Mike didn't object, Jen took it off. She laid the tennis bracelet - Mike's birthday gift - next to the rings on her dresser top.
Jen knew what Frank would command next. His diamond necklace. She didn't want Frank to order Mike to put it on her; she didn't want to subject her husband to that level of submissiveness. So she picked up the necklace and handed it to Frank. "Put it on me?" she asked Frank. She turned around and held up her long, lush blonde hair. Now she and Mike were facing each other. They looked into each other's eyes. Still Mike didn't say anything, but inside his emotions were churning.
Frank stood up and clasped the necklace around Jen's slim elegant neck. Frank sat down as Jen turned around to face him again. She was about to drop her hair when Frank said "Leave it up."
With a shrug, Jen pinned up her hair. Now she looked like a short haired girl. Just as Frank liked. Still blonde though; that was something for another day, Frank thought.
Frank grinned as he looked Jen up and down. She was all his. Her breasts with his diamonds in her nipples. Her sexy stomach with his diamonds in her belly button. Her ass and pussy too, since she was wearing the panties he gave her. On top of that, he was gradually reshaping her pussy to fit his thick cock. And of course, Jenny was wearing his diamond necklace. Frank glanced over at Mike and grinned. He silently thought "How does it feel to watch as I slowly make Jenny my girl?"
Mike was reeling. He felt on the brink of the abyss, especially when Jen offered to put on the diamond necklace, asked Frank to fasten it around her neck. He felt there was nothing left of his wife that belonged to him. He felt betrayed too. Not only was Jen - as his wife - giving herself to Frank. But wearing the Elmo socks, she was giving herself to Frank as Anna's mother.
Then Jen moved her right hand behind her back. Mike could see but Frank couldn't. He watched as Jen wiggled her ring finger at him. The Sophia ring. She was still wearing the Sophia ring. Jen was sending Mike a message. This was all a game and she was just playing along. Frank could believe what he wanted but to Jen it was all make believe. It wasn't real. To Jen, only Mike and Anna and their life together were real.
Mike forced himself to calm down, to compose himself. It was just a game. He told himself to enjoy the scene in front of him and not get bad upset.
"Who are you?" Frank asked Jen. His arms were around her. He was caressing her ass, his fingertips tracing the lace of the light pink panties. "What you said in our room at the Borgata. Say it again. Who are you?"
Jen whispered something, so low Mike couldn't hear. Frank grinned. "Louder," he ordered.
"I'm your slut," Jen said. Her voice was still low but Mike heard it, and just like that his composure evaporated. Jen had gone beyond being a slut. She was Frank's slut. Mike heard it in her voice. She wasn't joking or just saying it. There was conviction, certainty in her voice. Jen BELIEVED she was Frank's slut. She BELIEVED she belonged to Frank.
Without even touching himself, Mike came in his pants.
Mike panted after cumming. It took a moment to refocus. At first he was mortified Jen and Frank had noticed. But they were too occupied with each other. Mike found himself wishing Jen had noticed. He wished Jen would look over and give him an understanding smile. But no. Jen only had eyes for Frank.
It was like in the limo for Mike. A series of images. Jen started on her elbows and knees. She whimpered as Frank pounded her from behind, her hands clawing at the sheets.
Mike knew his wife loved this position. It was probably her favorite. But they rarely had sex that way. Mike's cock was too small; too short. He continually fell out so it was always frustrating for both of them. By silent agreement they rarely tried doggy anymore.
Mike knew it was no hardship for Jen though. She got what she needed from her lovers. As that thought passed through Mike's head, he heard Jen scream into the pillow (fortunately the scream was muffled so Anna didn't wake up). Jen's first orgasm on her birthday. She got it from Frank, not him. Mike felt himself getting hard again.
Jen turned Frank over so he was on his back. She got on top. For a moment Mike had a clear view of Frank's cock. The man truly was thick. Mike was relieved to see he was wearing a condom. He was so thick though it only reached halfway down his shaft.
Jen reached down and guided Frank back into her. Then she rocked up and down on him. She leaned down and kissed Frank. Frank put his hands on Jen's hips. He held her ass suspended a few inches above him. Now he was doing the work, slowly thrusting up and down. They kissed as they fucked (or, as Mike saw it, made slow love).
From his vantage point, Mike was able to clearly see Frank's cock moving in and out of Jen's pussy. He was surprised to see that, like Jen, Frank was completely hairless (Jen had a small landing strip but from behind she looked completely bare).
Frank truly was thick. He stretched Jen so much her pussy appeared molded around his shaft. Before long Mike heard the telltale moans and whimpers from his wife. Jen was close again. Moments later Jen buried her head in Frank's muscular chest as her orgasm hit. Mike's eyes drifted to her feet. The red furry Elmos smiled at him as Jen's toes curled in orgasmic pleasure.
Jen's orgasm pushed Frank over the edge. His ass muscles clenched as he rose up from the bed, burying his cock balls deep in Jen's pussy. His hips jerked. Jen said Frank always came a lot. It was a really dangerous time of the month for Jen. Mike hoped to god the condom didn't break or leak. But frenzied with cuckold lust, part of him hoped it would.
Mike watched his wife tenderly kiss and hug Frank in the afterglow of cumming together. Frank's cock was still inside her, their bodies still intimately connected.
Frank rolled Jen over. Now they were on their sides, still facing each other, still connected by his manhood. Jen's long shapely leg was over Frank's hip. Their arms were around each other. They whispered sweet nothings between kisses. Mike got anxious. Frank was still inside Jen. He had to pull out before he got soft and the condom fell off!
"Okay," he finally said. "I guess this is okay."
Jen grinned excitedly at Mike and squeezed his hand. She was clearly delighted. "I'll tell Frank."
Mike grabbed her hand. He said "So you're really infatuated with him."
"You want that right?" Jen asked. She knew her husband didn't want her to just hook up with guys. He wanted her to develop a bond with them. That's what she wanted too.
"Yeah but, I don't want it to be permanent Jen," Mike said. It was an ongoing conversation between them.
"Let's just focus on tonight honey," Jen said. Sensing he wanted a more definitive answer, she said "It won't be permanent. He'll get tired of me or I'll get tired of him. So don't worry baby."
Mike slowly nodded. He wasn't happy with that answer. But really, wasn't that how it always was? Jen's affairs ended when she got tired of her "boyfriend." That was the thing though. In the past Jen always ended it. Would she ever tire of Frank? And if Frank was the one who ended it - if she was the dumpee instead of the dumper - how would that affect them?
"Can you start Anna's bath?" Jen asked him.
Mike nodded. He went into the bathroom with Anna. Hearing the water run, Jen went into the kitchen for privacy. She got a sponge and pulled up her skirt. Her thong was soaked. She took it off then inserted the sponge. She got one of Sally's panties (it was light pink) and put it on, knowing Frank would like that. Then she called Frank and told him to come up in 30 minutes.
********************
"Take off your clothes," Frank ordered. They were in the bedroom. Before starting, Mike made sure Anna was sound asleep.
Frank was sitting on Mike and Jen's marital bed, lounging there as if he owned it. Jen stood in front of him. Mike sat in a chair off to the side.
Jen took off her dress, letting it fall to the floor around her feet. She reached back and unsnapped her bra. Soon it lay on the floor next to the dress.
Frank smiled seeing the light pink lacy panties. But he frowned at the stockings. Hosiery was Mike's thing, not his. "Take off the stockings," he ordered.
With a glance at her husband, Jen stepped out of the high heels. She rolled off the thigh high stockings and dropped them on the floor next to her dress and bra. She stood up and was about to step back into the high heels when Frank stopped her. "No leave those off," he told her. "Put socks on. The ones you wear to bed." Frank liked that. In his mind, this way he was fucking the "real Jen."
Jen usually wore cotton socks at night because her feet got cold. She reached into her dresser but Frank stopped her again. "Wear those," he said pointing. It was the Elmo socks, the one's Anna picked out for her birthday present.
Jen looked over at Mike. She hesitated, giving him a chance to object. But he didn't say anything. He looked bothered, but beside himself with uncontrolled lust.
Jen pulled on the Elmo socks. They were slim bobby socks, the kind cheerleaders wore with saddle shoes. Jen folded the tops down to form a cuff at her ankles. The socks were virgin white. Each sock had a furry red Elmo on the cuff.
"Now the jewelry," Frank said. "Take it off. Those rings and the bracelet."
Jen didn't hesitate to take off her wedding and engagement rings. After all, they played the "wedding ring game" all the time. But she hesitated before taking off the tennis bracelet. She looked at her husband again. Still Mike was paralyzed, unable to say anything. Since Mike didn't object, Jen took it off. She laid the tennis bracelet - Mike's birthday gift - next to the rings on her dresser top.
Jen knew what Frank would command next. His diamond necklace. She didn't want Frank to order Mike to put it on her; she didn't want to subject her husband to that level of submissiveness. So she picked up the necklace and handed it to Frank. "Put it on me?" she asked Frank. She turned around and held up her long, lush blonde hair. Now she and Mike were facing each other. They looked into each other's eyes. Still Mike didn't say anything, but inside his emotions were churning.
Frank stood up and clasped the necklace around Jen's slim elegant neck. Frank sat down as Jen turned around to face him again. She was about to drop her hair when Frank said "Leave it up."
With a shrug, Jen pinned up her hair. Now she looked like a short haired girl. Just as Frank liked. Still blonde though; that was something for another day, Frank thought.
Frank grinned as he looked Jen up and down. She was all his. Her breasts with his diamonds in her nipples. Her sexy stomach with his diamonds in her belly button. Her ass and pussy too, since she was wearing the panties he gave her. On top of that, he was gradually reshaping her pussy to fit his thick cock. And of course, Jenny was wearing his diamond necklace. Frank glanced over at Mike and grinned. He silently thought "How does it feel to watch as I slowly make Jenny my girl?"
Mike was reeling. He felt on the brink of the abyss, especially when Jen offered to put on the diamond necklace, asked Frank to fasten it around her neck. He felt there was nothing left of his wife that belonged to him. He felt betrayed too. Not only was Jen - as his wife - giving herself to Frank. But wearing the Elmo socks, she was giving herself to Frank as Anna's mother.
Then Jen moved her right hand behind her back. Mike could see but Frank couldn't. He watched as Jen wiggled her ring finger at him. The Sophia ring. She was still wearing the Sophia ring. Jen was sending Mike a message. This was all a game and she was just playing along. Frank could believe what he wanted but to Jen it was all make believe. It wasn't real. To Jen, only Mike and Anna and their life together were real.
Mike forced himself to calm down, to compose himself. It was just a game. He told himself to enjoy the scene in front of him and not get bad upset.
"Who are you?" Frank asked Jen. His arms were around her. He was caressing her ass, his fingertips tracing the lace of the light pink panties. "What you said in our room at the Borgata. Say it again. Who are you?"
Jen whispered something, so low Mike couldn't hear. Frank grinned. "Louder," he ordered.
"I'm your slut," Jen said. Her voice was still low but Mike heard it, and just like that his composure evaporated. Jen had gone beyond being a slut. She was Frank's slut. Mike heard it in her voice. She wasn't joking or just saying it. There was conviction, certainty in her voice. Jen BELIEVED she was Frank's slut. She BELIEVED she belonged to Frank.
Without even touching himself, Mike came in his pants.
Mike panted after cumming. It took a moment to refocus. At first he was mortified Jen and Frank had noticed. But they were too occupied with each other. Mike found himself wishing Jen had noticed. He wished Jen would look over and give him an understanding smile. But no. Jen only had eyes for Frank.
It was like in the limo for Mike. A series of images. Jen started on her elbows and knees. She whimpered as Frank pounded her from behind, her hands clawing at the sheets.
Mike knew his wife loved this position. It was probably her favorite. But they rarely had sex that way. Mike's cock was too small; too short. He continually fell out so it was always frustrating for both of them. By silent agreement they rarely tried doggy anymore.
Mike knew it was no hardship for Jen though. She got what she needed from her lovers. As that thought passed through Mike's head, he heard Jen scream into the pillow (fortunately the scream was muffled so Anna didn't wake up). Jen's first orgasm on her birthday. She got it from Frank, not him. Mike felt himself getting hard again.
Jen turned Frank over so he was on his back. She got on top. For a moment Mike had a clear view of Frank's cock. The man truly was thick. Mike was relieved to see he was wearing a condom. He was so thick though it only reached halfway down his shaft.
Jen reached down and guided Frank back into her. Then she rocked up and down on him. She leaned down and kissed Frank. Frank put his hands on Jen's hips. He held her ass suspended a few inches above him. Now he was doing the work, slowly thrusting up and down. They kissed as they fucked (or, as Mike saw it, made slow love).
From his vantage point, Mike was able to clearly see Frank's cock moving in and out of Jen's pussy. He was surprised to see that, like Jen, Frank was completely hairless (Jen had a small landing strip but from behind she looked completely bare).
Frank truly was thick. He stretched Jen so much her pussy appeared molded around his shaft. Before long Mike heard the telltale moans and whimpers from his wife. Jen was close again. Moments later Jen buried her head in Frank's muscular chest as her orgasm hit. Mike's eyes drifted to her feet. The red furry Elmos smiled at him as Jen's toes curled in orgasmic pleasure.
Jen's orgasm pushed Frank over the edge. His ass muscles clenched as he rose up from the bed, burying his cock balls deep in Jen's pussy. His hips jerked. Jen said Frank always came a lot. It was a really dangerous time of the month for Jen. Mike hoped to god the condom didn't break or leak. But frenzied with cuckold lust, part of him hoped it would.
Mike watched his wife tenderly kiss and hug Frank in the afterglow of cumming together. Frank's cock was still inside her, their bodies still intimately connected.
Frank rolled Jen over. Now they were on their sides, still facing each other, still connected by his manhood. Jen's long shapely leg was over Frank's hip. Their arms were around each other. They whispered sweet nothings between kisses. Mike got anxious. Frank was still inside Jen. He had to pull out before he got soft and the condom fell off!
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