Adultery Cheating and Rivals by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Cheating and Rivals Pt. 61-65

Cheating and Rivals Part 61

"Why'd you leave?" Jen asked Mike later at home, wondering why he left Ricky's since he loved so much seeing her with other men. They were in bed on their sides, looking at each other.

"Sometimes it gets intense," Mike admitted with a sheepish grin. "I can tell you two are really into each other."

"You expected that though right?" Jen said gently, affectionately brushing her fingertips across his cheek. "That's the point. Why you picked Ricky."

"I think you picked Ricky," Mike pointed out with a crooked grin.

"Well ..."

"It's okay. I want this," Mike said, letting his wife off the hook. Reflecting on how fast it was going, he said "It's like we're back in college. Or just after the wedding."

"No, we're older now, smarter," Jen told him. "Back then we didn't talk enough."

"True," Mike agreed.

"I want to tell you something," Jen said hesitantly. "You know I hate rimming?"

Mike nodded. He knew she meant she hated giving it. She loved getting it.

Jen paused, steeling herself. Then she hesitantly admitted, "Once I told you I only did that with you. That's not true. I used to do it for Ricky."

Mike slowly nodded, processing that. After a moment he said "I guess you did that to him tonight."

"In the shower," Jen admitted, nodding her head. "You're upset," she said after a moment, knowing he was.

Mike was silent, processing this new information. Finally he said "I guess I'm wondering if you do anything just for me."

"I only love you," Jen said immediately, reaching for him and squeezing his hand.

But her answer seemed rushed, contrived, at least at that moment. That's how Mike felt anyway. Jen sensed it too.

Trying to explain, she squeezed Mike's hand again and gently said "When I'm with a guy, it's hard to set boundaries. Especially if he's my boyfriend." With a nervous laugh she added "I mean, I'm supposed to make him happy right? That's what girlfriends do."

Mike gave her a tight, forced smile. "So why'd you lie?" he asked.

Jen hesitated. Then, her eyes downcast, she admitted "I guess I knew you thought I only did it for you ..." Her voice trailed off seeing the hurt on Mike's face. She wanted to tell him everything though, so she said in a small voice "I did it for Frank too." She almost added "he kind of forced me" but stopped herself. She knew that wasn't a good excuse.

Mike was silent a long time. Finally Jen said "I'm sorry baby." When he still didn't say anything, she said "Tell me how I can make it better Mike."

Finally Mike said "It's not on the list."

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"Rimming's not on the list," Mike said again.

Jen slowly nodded as she got it. Her husband's list of things she wasn't allowed to do. She wasn't allowed to change her hair. No boob job. No tats or more piercings. "Yeah, it's not on the list," she agreed. They were still on their sides looking at each other. She moved closer so now they were almost touching. She rubbed his chest and said "I'm sorry baby."

"You don't have to apologize," Mike said. "A cuckold gets off when his wife does things for her boyfriend she doesn't do for him."

"I've done it for you."

"You hate doing it."

"I hate doing it for them too," Jen said. Seeing Mike's questioning look, she added "I'm a bottom."

Mike nodded. He was a cuckold. She was a submissive. It's how they were. "Have you done Ricky more than me?" he asked.

Jen could see Mike was torn. Both intense lust and hurt were on his face and in his voice. She felt his penis pressing against her thigh. He was so hard.

She reached down to caress him but he grabbed her wrist to stop her. "No, you'll make me cum," he said urgently.

Jen got it. Mike didn't want to cum yet. Instead he wanted to talk more. "Yeah, I've done it more for Ricky than you," she said answering his question. Mike seemed to breath harder at her confession. Laying so close to him, she could almost hear his heart pounding.

"All the time?" Mike asked, his voice almost quivering from cuckold excitement.

"Not all the time," Jen said emphasizing the word "all." Mike understood immediately. His wife licked Ricky's ass a lot, just not every time they fucked.

After a moment's hesitation, Jen added "He really likes it."

"You hate it though."

"Yeah but ...," Jen began. Her voice trailed off, as if trying to decide how much to tell Mike. It was a gross concept after all. Finally she said, "It's easier with Ricky. He keeps himself bare down there, like me."

"Like a porn star."

"Yeah, I guess," Jen said with a half laugh. "It's not as bad without hair there, you know?" In a playful chastising voice, she said "You could do a better job mister."

Over the years, in their sexy play, Jen had often "ordered" Mike to keep himself completely hairless from the neck down. Mike played along but wasn't consistent about it; at the moment he had a man's normal pubic hair around his cock and down his crack.

"With guys like Ricky, they look like porn stars," Mike said. "You like them to look that way. With me, it's different. You like ordering me around. But it's not because you think I look like a porn star."

"How do you know?"

"Jen come on," Mike told her. He was thin. He wasn't in bad shape, but he didn't have noticeable muscular definition. He certainly didn't have a "beach body." And his cock was smaller than average. When Mike shaved off his hair, he looked more like a teenage boy than a porn star. Jen knew that. And Mike knew Jen knew that.

"Well, I think you look cute that way," Jen said grinning at him.

Mike laughed. "Is that how you describe Ricky? Cute?"

"I guess not," Jen conceded with a half laugh back. She lowered her hand and gently cupped his erection (being careful not to stimulate him, because she didn't want him to inadvertently cum). "This is my favorite one though," she said.

"You always say that," Mike said skeptically.

"You always say I'm sensual, instead of a slut," Jen said. "Are you lying?"

"No, I'm telling the truth."

"So maybe I am too," Jen told him with a knowing grin. "Have you thought about that mister?"

Mike could help grinning back. He ran his hand down her body, over her tits, her stomach, to her pussy. Her lips were red and puffy. And moist. "He came inside you?" he asked.

"Yes. Both times. But I'm using a sponge," Jen said.

"You still have it in?"

Jen nodded. "You have to," she said.

Mike put his hand on his wife's flat stomach. Soft, yet firm from all her exercising. So sexy. But would her stomach stay flat? Was the sponge superfluous because she was already pregnant with Ricky's baby?

"Did you talk about it?" Mike asked as he caressed Jen's stomach.

Jen knew what Mike was talking about but she didn't want to get into it. Part of her - a big part - wanted to be pregnant. Because she wanted another one. She knew Mike wanted another baby, and she loved him, so she wanted to give him another baby.

Ricky wasn't a factor in her feelings. She certainly wasn't doing it for him. But, after thinking about it a lot recently, she'd decided it wouldn't be the worst thing if he was the biological father. Ricky had a lot of admirable qualities. He was handsome, athletic, courageous. He didn't have Mike's brilliance, kindness, compassion. But those were things they could teach their baby as parents, the way they were teaching Anna.

Still, Jen didn't want to talk about the "baby thing." Because that would lead to talking about where Ricky fit into the baby's life, and into her life. Jen didn't want to talk to Mike about it because she wasn't sure how she felt about it.

"No we didn't talk about it," Jen said honestly. Before Mike could say anything, she reached for her bag and pulled out the Azaleas's box. She handed the box to Mike. With a giggle she said "We talked about this."

Mike opened the box and saw the g-strings. "Ricky bought these for you?" he asked.

"He's really into g's," Jen said with another giggle.

"You used to wear them?" Mike asked referring to their earlier game playing with Ricky. He thought of that time as "Ricky 1." Now they were in "Ricky 2."

Jen nodded. "Towards the end," she said. Mike slowly nodded. They'd been apart a lot back then, toward the end of Ricky 1. She'd spent a lot of that time with Ricky, living with him for stretches of times. That explained why he didn't know about the g-strings.