Adultery He Fucked My Girl by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

She stepped into black high heel pumps. At the same time she took off her rings and laid them on the dresser.

"You might as well take this out," I said irritably, reaching into her blouse and pulling out Ricky's ring so it hung like a necklace. I felt hurt and annoyed at how she'd dismissed me a moment ago.

She didn't notice the hurt and annoyance in my voice. Instead, she looked into the mirror and hurriedly adjusted her lipstick. "You're so bad," she said distractedly without even looking at me, an automatic statement without any feeling behind it.

Satisfied with how she looked, she turned and saw the look on my face. "Are you okay baby?" she asked seeing my hurt expression. Just then the doorbell chimed and her face lit up in anticipation. She looked at the door as if wanting to rush to greet Ricky, but as if willing herself she remained in front of me and ran her soft hand across my cheek. "Are you sure it's okay I go?"

I forced a smile. "I want you to go," I lied. "Anyway, Sam texted me and he has tickets to the Mets game." That was the truth, Sam had just texted me.

"Oh baby I'm so happy for you," she gushed rubbing my chest. It DID sound like she was happy for me, I hadn't been to a Mets game all season and this was a great chance to catch up with Sam, my best friend since grade college. But then why did it seem like she was just happy to get rid of me for a few hours so she could be with Ricky?

At CitiField I couldn't concentrate on the game. I kept thinking about Jen, making excuses for her. She'd just been excited to see Melody again, and worried about Paul's deployment to Afghanistan, and rushed to dress for the party. That's why she'd acted so uncaring of me. And I couldn't complain about her spending time with Ricky and his friends. She was in another relationship now -- I'd pushed her into it -- and relationships meant spending time with her "boyfriend" and his friends. I'd pushed her into all of this, and in fact despite my heartache I still sported an erection at that very moment. This was all part of the Game, that's all it was.

Her growing feelings for Ricky both thrilled and worried me. But there were 2 things that made me feel better. First, her infatuation with Ricky wouldn't last forever. That was just human nature, every relationship eventually cooled off. Then she'd see Ricky for what he was, an arrogant womanizer. That'd been his reputation in college, and he was still the same guy, if not even more arrogant and full of himself. I mean, he wasn't a complete asshole and sometimes he could be an okay guy, but there was a reason why Jen picked me in college and not him.

The second reason was my ace card. Soon he'd be deployed out of the NY area. Because of his convalescence he didn't have to worry about being sent to Afghanistan like Paul, or any other hot spot. But it was very likely he'd be sent to a base in California or even Europe, to train new recruits. (Ricky had told me all this.)

So Ricky's hold on her had an expiration date on it. It'd be over as soon as he got deployed. This gave me a sense of security, and it let me push farther than I might otherwise because I knew eventually he'd be out of the picture.

Sam's nudge in my side brought me out of my reverie. "Hey, earth to Mike," he said.

I gave him a sheepish grin. "Sorry about that, daydreaming I guess."

"Well, you just daydreamed through a triple. We're down 2-0."

"Oh," I said with a grimace. Sam waved at the hot dog boy. I inwardly sighed. He needed to lay off the junk food. Sam was a great guy but he was practically obese. He was a nice looking guy and had a good job, but because he was so over weight he didn't have a girlfriend, and I couldn't remember the last time he went on a date much less got laid.

But then my mind wandered to Jen again, and how she was out with Ricky again. Were they fucking at that very moment? Was she clawing at his muscular arms and saying his name over and over as his monster cock (which she called beautiful) did its magic on her clit and g-spot?

"Are you okay buddy?" Sam asked concern on his face.

I broke out of my reverie again. "Of course, why?" I responded quickly, grimacing inside at how defensive I sounded.

He shrugged. "I had lunch with Shawn the other day. He said he and Millie ran into Jen. She was with Ricky."

"Oh ... yeah," I stammered, trying to remember. "A few months ago, right? She helped him pick out a wedding gift for Jack and Jill."

He looked skeptical. He knew our history, and remembered how people suspected Jen of having an affair with Ricky back in college. I wanted him to drop it, but he wouldn't. That's how best friends are, I guess.

"Mike, back in college ... hell, Mike, I should have told you then, but you were so happy with Jen, and Ricky was moving to California. Remember the birthday party Jen threw you? Well -- I saw her fucking Ricky in the backyard. Mike, I think she's cheating on you again. She's a slut Mike, a big time slut, you need to watch out about her."

I looked at Sam with fury burning in my eyes. "Sam I love you like a brother," I growled at him. "But if you ever call her a slut again I swear to god I'll punch your lights out!"

Sam backed down. He shook his head like I was crazy, but he didn't say anything more, and we finished watching the game in silence.

I got home around 11. I hoped but didn't expect Jen to be home yet. She wasn't. I sat on the sofa and put my head in my hands, wondering what the hell I was doing.

To my surprise, a few minutes later the door opened. "Hi baby," Jen said snuggling into my arms and kissing me. "I missed you," she said as she hugged me. God it felt so good!

Then I saw Ricky standing in the hall. Sensing me draw back, she looked back at Ricky, and then rubbed my chest. "I thought you might like us all together, like we used to."

"Here you go buddy," Ricky said handling me a beer. He handed Jen a glass a wine, and she smiled up at him.

There was an awkward silence. "How are Paul and Melody?" I asked.

A worried frown passed over Ricky face. "He'll be okay," Jen said, leaning back into him consolingly. He smiled, and squeezed her thigh. She squeezed his hand back. They held each other's gaze for a moment, and even when they looked back at me they kept their hands just like that, her hand on his, his hand on her thigh.

God, THEY seemed like the married couple. I felt like a third wheel, an interloper interrupting their date.

I guess trying to keep me involved, Jen smiled at me and lifted her feet into my lap. "Rub my feet baby," she said with a twinkle in her eye. I adore my girl's legs and feet. I softly traced my fingertips over the top of her foot around her high heel. It excited me feeling the nylon and knowing she wore pantyhose. I took off her shoe and smelled the musky smell of her foot that resulted after being in her heels all day. The musky smell was intoxicating! I rubbed her foot, along her elegant arch and cute toes. Unable to resist, I brought the sole of her foot to my face, inhaling the musky scent, and then sucked her toes.

I was so caught up in my foot fetish that I lost track of what they were doing. I looked over, expecting Ricky to be looking cross-eyed at my kinkiness, and my Jen to have an indulgent smile on her pretty face. But when I looked over I saw they were kissing, their arms around each other. They weren't paying any attention to me.

Still kissing my wife, Ricky unbuttoned her blouse. His ring on the gold chain came into view. I stopped rubbing her foot and I guess she noticed. She broke away from Ricky's lips, gasping. She undid the rest of the buttons and took off the blouse. "Help me Ricky," she asked and he helped her take it off her arms and tossed the blouse on the floor.

She reached behind her but Ricky playfully swatted her hands away, then he unsnapped her bra. "You'll never need to take off your bra yourself when I'm around," he joked, tossing her bra onto the floor next to her blouse.

"Oh is that right?" Jen teased back giving him a dazzling smile, and then they were kissing again. She broke the kiss long enough to reach out to me and say "come here baby."

I moved to her and put one of her nipples into my mouth. I loved her tiny tits. I'd never admitted this to her, but a major reason I adored her almost flat chest is that, combined with her slim body and youthful innocent face it gave her the look of a young college girl, and that barely legal look turned me on. As she got older and matured, her flat college girl chest just made her more sexy in my eyes, like Lolita growing up.

But while I loved sucking on her small hard nipples, I couldn't shake the feeling that they were the couple, that she was HIS girl and I the invited guest, the extra guy who made it a threesome. Her attentions were clearly focused on Ricky, and he was calling the shots.

This became even more clear when he pushed me down off her tits. His hands replaced me, cupping her breasts and rubbing her nipples. He covered this asshole move by saying "pull off her pants buddy."

I didn't like him ordering me around, especially with my girl, but I wanted to see her with her jeans off. I loved seeing her in pantyhose, just as much I loved seeing her in stockings. I undid the button and then the zipper, and then I pulled the skinny jeans off her long legs. Honesty it wasn't easy, that's how tight the pants were. Jen lifted her butt to help me, but otherwise her attention was solely on Ricky and his hands and lips.

My eyes feasted on her long legs, clad in the black opaque pantyhose. I ran my palms up and down her legs, from her slim ankles to her knees, from her knees up her firm thighs. I wanted to eat and fuck her while she wore the pantyhose. I eased her legs apart, and with my index finger I tore a hole in the crotch of her pantyhose.

Jen sensed what I was doing and she looked at me, an amused twinkle in her eyes. "Mike, that's what Ricky said he was going to do to me," she said giggling.

"Great minds think alike," Ricky said, and then he snaked his hand down her body to the hole I'd made. With a finger he easily pushed her thong to the side and he rubbed her aroused clit. She moaned and arched her back at his touch. "Thanks for the easier access bud," he said giving me a smug wink. She giggled at his joke.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I sat back watching them, feeling like a third wheel. Still leaning back on his muscular chest, she turned her head to open mouth kiss him. As they kissed, he cupped her breasts with one hand. With his other hand he fingered her clit. Moaning into his mouth, she rubbed his muscular thighs and reached back to cup and fondle his erection.

After kissing a long time, she broke away from him, gasping. She came to me and put her hand on my chest. "Just give me a second," she said to be still gasping, her hand on my chest for balance. Then she straddled my legs and kissed me. We tongued each other and I moved my hand between our bodies, fondling her breasts as Ricky had been doing.

But Ricky didn't give me any space with her. He pressed his muscular chest into her slim back and kissed her neck. She moaned into my mouth as he expertly kissed and nipped just below her ear, one of her most erogenous zones. He snaked his hand back down her body and again found the hole in her pantyhose, this time pushing one and then two fingers into her wet pussy. Why hadn't I fingered her when I had the chance? He finger fucked her, and she moved up and down on his fingers like they were a cock. This caused her to break the kiss with me, and for a moment we made eye contact as she moved up and down on his thick fingers. Her eyes were glazed over with passionate lust. She closed her eyes breaking even the eye contact with me, her nostrils flaring as she moved up and down on his fingers. Then he pulled her hair and she looked back and they were kissing open mouth again.

They kissed and Jen rode his fingers for what seemed like minutes, my baby moaning into his mouth. Then he picked her up -- somehow still kissing and fingering her -- and carried her to our bedroom. She broke the kiss long enough to say "come here baby."

I followed but stopped short of the door, looking at them through the mirror as I'd done earlier that day. "Where's Mike?" she asked as Ricky laid her onto her back and got between her opened legs.

Ricky answered her by pushing his big cock into her wet pussy. "Oh god!" she groaned.

"You shouldn't have left me this morning babe, I knew you needed more!"

"I think I got enough from you last night!" she said with a giggle. But then the giggle turned into a groan as he pushed more of his thick shaft into her. "God you feel so good!"

"You like feeling me inside you babe?"

"God you know I do! I can't get enough of you!"

Clearly she'd forgotten all about me. So much for all of us playing together like we'd done in the past. I sat on the sofa feeling sorry for myself, listening them fuck just a few feet away. Despite my heartache I was hard as a rock. I took out my cock and jacked off listening to them fuck. I came almost immediately, catching my jism in a tissue. I tossed the tissue away, feeling pathetic and hating myself. I laid on the sofa and smashed the pillow over my head to drown out their moans and groans of sex.

I guess I must have nodded off. It was still dark, although I saw light coming from the hallway.

"You need to go Ricky," I heard Jen say.

"Why babe? He's passed out."

I heard kissing, and then giggles from Jen. "Come on Ricky, stop," she said with more giggles.

"Why do I have to go?" Ricky asked again, this time with annoyance in his voice. "You can't leave me this way - what are you, a fucking cock tease?"

"Don't get mad," Jen said in a soothing voice. I imagined her softly rubbing his chest, the way she always did with me. "He's my husband."

"I need you as much as him," he said, his voice now tinged with anger. "He gets you all week long, I only get you for one night. Why did you leave this morning?"

"I told you," she said in her soothing voice, still softly rubbing his chest. "I promised Mike I'd get home early."

"What about me?" he said bitterly. "Don't I mean anything to you?"

"You do baby, I've told you how much you mean to me." I imagined her reaching on her tip toes and kissing Ricky's face, the way she did with me when I was angry.

A pause, and then Jen softly said, "You mean a lot to me."

Then I heard Ricky moan. I imagined Jen had got on her knees and she was giving him head. This was confirmed when Ricky moaned, "Fuck Jen you do that so good."

"You like that?" she breathed in a soft sultry voice. A pause as she sucked him some more.

"Yeah, yeah," he moaned. I imagined him rolling his head back as his orgasm neared. "Shit Jen. Shit, yeah, fuck, yeah, ..." Then a loud groan, and then sounds of swallowing and choking.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I heard shuffling of feet -- Jen standing up. "God you always cum so much," she with a giggle.

"Here," he said -- probably helping her wipe her face with a towel. I heard them kiss. "I have Wednesday off, spend the day with me."

Silence. I imagined she looked back at me in the darkness, a look of indecision and guilt on her pretty face. "We'll see," she said noncommittally. "You better go now. I'll see you Wednesday if I can."

Moments later I heard her footsteps. I thought she was coming to me, but instead she went into the bathroom. I heard the water run as she washed her face. I heard her brushing her teeth and using mouth wash. Then I heard her changing the sheets on our bed. Finally she came over to me and sat on the edge of the sofa.

My eyes were open. She didn't seem surprised to see me awake. She ran her hand through my hair. She wore a robe and had her hair up into a pony tail. Her face looked freshly washed and her breath smelled fresh. She looked so pretty and sweet. Still running her fingers through my hair, she said "I'm sorry, that didn't go like I wanted."

I paused, not knowing what to say. Finally, wanting to fill the silence, I said "You two get pretty intense."

She gave me a tight smile, but she sensed from the hurt on my face that this wasn't the time to joke or play the Game. "You're so great for letting me go tonight. I think it helped Melody with me there." Jen leaned over and kissed me. As she did Ricky's ring fell out of her robe.

"I'm sorry," she said. She took it off and laid it on the table.

I stared at the ring. "Did you fool around?" I asked.

"No," she said with a shake of her head, softly rubbing my chest. "He wanted to go to his apartment, but I wanted to come back to you." I guess hurt was still on my face, so she added, "I'm sorry it turned out like it did."

A long silence followed. Then she asked "What are we going to do Mike?"

I didn't know. Another long silence. Then I said "I guess it's more than a crush now."

Jen hesitated, then said, "Maybe ... I guess so."

"Would you stop seeing him if I asked you to?"

"Yes," she said. But I heard reluctance in her voice. She saw me looking inquiringly at her, and she added, "He's an asshole, I know. But he's fun too. And sometimes he's nice."

I didn't know what to make of her answer. But I'd pushed her into this, and it didn't seem right for me to just abruptly end it. I was afraid it might throw up a wall between us. "I don't want you going out with him Wednesday," I said with finality.

"I won't then," she said. She tugged at my shoulders. "Come on baby, come to bed." I spooned her in bed (in the fresh sheets she'd put on), and she hugged my arm tight around her. She felt my erection pressing between her cheeks. She reached behind, took out my cock and guided me into her, and we made love.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He Fucked My Girl Ch. 08

The next weekend Ricky came to our place for dinner. I didn't want her to spend all evening with him at a party like last weekend, but I also didn't want to forbid her from seeing him again. This seemed like the best compromise.

She wore her wedding and engagement rings, but not his high college ring. Also, she dressed casually, just jeans and a loose shirt. In fact, she wore one of my button down polo shirts. I think she did all of this to make me feel better, to reassure me that she was my girl and Ricky was the FWB.

Despite dressing casually, she looked hot! But then, she always did. Her tight ass and long legs looked good in any jeans, and the loose shirt provided ample opportunities to look down her blouse at her cute lacy bra covering her small breasts. And of course, she had the prettiest face and silkiest blonde hair.

Ricky and I shared her that night. Jen made sure to pay as much attention to me as Ricky. In fact, she was in my arms and kissing me more than him. Ricky got aggressive and tried to take over a few times, but each time she put him in his place. He gave her another mind-blowing orgasm and he fucked her bareback and came inside her, but she gave me most of her attention. Afterwards, she told Ricky to leave (she didn't let him sleep on our sofa). Then she guided me into the shower and soaped me up. She changed the sheets and then snuggled into my arms. "I want to smell just us," she told me. Then we made love, and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Obviously, I felt great the next morning. Jen and I spent the day together, sleeping in, making love, a long relaxing brunch sitting outside at our favorite bistro, more love making. Ricky texted her. She looked at the first one, then turned off her phone without even responding.

The next weekend was similar. Ricky came over and had sex with Jen, but clearly she and I were the married couple, and he was the third person making it a threesome.

The weekend after she didn't see Ricky at all. We had a family event on Saturday, and obviously he wasn't there. On Sunday he texted and called Jen and wanted to see her, but she flat out told him no.

Obviously, all of this reassured me and eased my insecurities and jealousy. She was my hot wife and we both loved the excitement of the Game, but there were limits to it. She was my hot wife, a very pretty girl so sensual and adventurous she'd fuck other men on our wedding night and honeymoon, but at the end of the day it was about just the two of us. She was my girl. She was mine.

The next weekend we went to a party with friends. Ricky was only tangentially part of this group. I'm sure he came only to see Jen. She held my hand or hugged my arm the entire party. When Ricky arrived she said hi and kissed him hello, but she'd done that with all our male friends there.

It was my turn to give Ricky a smug smile, which told him she was MY girl. I might loan her out to him, but she was mine. MINE!

The party got really crowded. The hosts had a huge house and it seemed packed wall to wall with people. I got separated from Jen, which is normal at parties like this. But after an hour I started wondering, because I hadn't seen Ricky either. I walked through the house looking for her. It was a slow search because I kept running into people I knew and each time to be polite I had to spend a few minutes chatting.

Jen wasn't anywhere. Of course she could now be someplace I'd searched earlier, which would make perfect sense because she was a bubbly social butterfly who pranced from place to place smiling and chatting with everyone. But then I remembered the house had a sub-basement. I only remembered it because once Larry (the owner and host) mentioned it because he was thinking of using it as a wine cellar.

It took me a while to find the stairs to the sub-basement. The way the house was designed, you couldn't accidentally run into it, you had to be looking for it. Finally I found it, and I walked down the stairs. There were tall wine racks everywhere. Apparently Larry had followed through on his plans to build a wine cellar there.

The wine racks made the room like a library, where you had to move passed one tall rack to see the next one. I heard moans from the other side of the room. I slowly and silently navigated through the tall wine racks. My heart sank as I got closer and recognized the moans as my wife's.

I peered between the bottles of the last wine rack. Ricky had Jen bent over a table, her skirt around her waist. Her hands gripped the side of the table as he fucked her from behind.

"Oh god I need this so bad!" she moaned as he rammed her. "God Ricky, fuck me hard, give me all of it!"

Ricky grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, twisting her head and kissing her. She kissed him back and I could tell from their cheeks they were tonguing each other. "You missed my cock babe?" he hissed into her ear.

"Oh god yeah," my wife gushed. "I've missed your cock. I've missed you!"

Ricky smirked. "Mike is kidding himself if he thinks he can keep a hot girl like you satisfied."

"Don't be mean Ricky," Jen gasped as he plunged into her again. "Just fuck me!"

Ricky smiled delightedly, and then he kissed her neck. His mouth and lips moved to her shoulder. Then she pulled her shoulder away from him. "No marks Ricky."

Anger flashed in his eyes and he pulled out. "What?" Jen said not understanding.

He pushed her away and said angrily "Fuck you Jen!"

They stood facing each other about 3 feet apart, both of them still panting from their sex. Anger showed on Ricky's face, concern on Jen's. Jen's skirt had settled back into place when she stood, but the top of her dress was still around her waist. Self-consciously, she adjusted her bra so her breasts were back in the cups.

She took a step towards him and rubbed his chest. "Ricky, you know you can't leave a mark on me," she said in a soft voice, reasoning with him.

He glared at her but didn't pull away from her hand. "I'm tired of sneaking around!"

"I know baby," she said soothingly. Reaching up on her tiptoes (even in her high heels he still towered over her), she gently took his face in her hands and tenderly kissed him.

Her intimacy and tenderness seemed to appease him, and his anger cooled. "I'm tired of sneaking around," he said again, but this time there was more bitterness than anger in his voice.

"I know I know," she soothed him, still on her tiptoes, gently caressing his face and kissing him.

They kissed deep. Ricky lifted her up so she sat on the edge of the table. He lifted her skirt back around her waist and spread her legs. He pressed his cock against her pussy lips. "I love you Jen," he said as he pushed his cock inside her.

She grunted as he entered her. They fucked like out-of-control teenagers. He made Jen cum, her body shaking as the massive orgasm rushed through her body.

Then it was his turn. "I want to cum inside you!" he said.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close to her. "I want you to Ricky, cum inside me." Then she kissed him and wrapped her legs around him, keeping his cock deep inside her as he ejaculated his sperm deep inside her fertile womb.

They lay there hugging each other and gasping into the others face as they caught their breath. Even after their breath returned to normal they stayed like that, hugging each other, tenderly kissing each other. She ran her fingers through his hair, looking deep in his eyes.

"I really love you Jen," he said to her. She smiled tenderly at him but didn't say anything. "I've never loved a girl before, not really. But I love you. God, Mike is a lucky bastard to be married to you!"

He blushed feeling foolish, and Jen smiled and tousled his hair. But the mention of me must have broke her out of her reverie, as she pushed against him. "I have to get back Ricky," she said.

He held her there, kissing her and nuzzling her neck. "Why aren't you wearing my ring?" he said, his tone playful.

"Ricky, you know why," she playfully back. She kissed him and then took his hand and rubbed it across her stockings. "I think of you whenever I put on stockings."

He smiled and kissed her again. She kissed him back, but then broke away. "Ricky I really need to go," she said, urgency creeping into her voice.

"First, tell me you love me," he said.

"I've told you before," she giggled, trying to wiggle from under him.

"Tell me again," he insisted.

Jen -- my wife -- took Ricky's face tenderly into her soft hands. Looking deep into his eyes, she said "I do love you baby."

At that moment I felt like my life was over. I had trouble breathing, and staggered back, like I was having a heart attack. Somehow they didn't hear me, and that probably was the reason Ricky didn't see me. He dressed and walked right by me, but he didn't see me because I'd staggered into dark shadows.

I felt despair overwhelm me, and my heart pounded. Somehow I managed to stay silent. Looking between the wine bottles, I watched her. Working fast, she undressed completely. She pulled a package of wipes from her purse, and she wiped her body all over. She put her bra, panties and stockings into a plastic bag, and stuffed the bag in her purse. Then she pulled out new lingerie (matching the soiled ones) and dressed quickly. She fixed her hair and makeup.

There was a mirror, and she inspected herself carefully. She seemed satisfied because she picked up her purse and hurried out of the wine cellar. I waited a few moments and then followed her out. To my surprise, she didn't immediately rejoin the party. Instead, she disappeared up the back staircase, that I knew led up to the master bedroom. Then I remembered and it made sense to me. The master bath had a bidet. She knew how to cover her tracks, clearly she'd done this before, and she'd planned to fuck Ricky here at the party.

A little later Jen approached me, a smile on her face. She looked perfectly normal, from looking at her you wouldn't know she was freshly fucked. She hugged my arm and kissed me. "Hi baby, where have you been?" she asked cheerily. "I've been looking all over for you." She knew something was wrong when she looked at my face. "Are you okay?"

"I'm leaving," I said abruptly. "Are you coming, or staying?"

"Of course I'm going with you," she said, concern on her face, hugging my arm tighter.

"Whatever," I said.

We didn't speak as we rode the taxi home. During the entire drive she held my hand, she looked at me with concern but didn't say anything.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

At home, I immediately went into our bedroom. I got down my suitcase and threw clothes into it.

"What are you doing?" she asked alarmed.

"I'm leaving," I said.

"Baby, what --"

"DON'T YOU EVER CALL ME THAT AGAIN!" I screamed at her.

"I saw everything!" I cried, tears welling in my eyes. "I heard everything," I added, a sob in my throat.

I slammed the suitcase shut and walked to the door. "No, no, no," she wailed. She got in front of me and closed the door. She pressed her body against the door. To open the door I'd have to push her out of the way. Even in my furious state I could never do anything that might hurt her.

My shoulders slummed. "How could you Jen? You love him." I didn't even care about the sex. But she said she'd loved him.

"It's not like that," she said approaching me.

"Don't lie to me!" I cried. "And don't touch me!"

"Okay, I won't," she said her hands out consolingly. "Please, let's talk, okay?"

We sat on the edge of the bed, next to each other but not touching. I forced myself to calm down. "You've been seeing him," I finally said.

She looked down, not able to look at me. "Yes," she admitted.

"Since Paul's party."

"Yes."

"Pretending to pay so much attention to me," I said bitterly. "I guess you and Ricky had a good laugh."

"No Mike we didn't!"

"That's how Ricky acted!"

"Mike, he's an ass, you know he is!"

"But you love him anyway, right?" I said bitterly. "That's what you said."

"Mike, no, baby ..." she pleaded.

"I told you not to call me that anymore!"

She pressed her fists against her eyes feeling a mix of frustration and desperation. "Mike, please, listen to me," she pleaded. "Okay, I said that, I did, but it doesn't mean I love him like you."

Her answer wasn't very satisfying, and she sensed that. Not knowing how else to explain her feelings in words, she hugged me, "please Mike" she pleaded for me to understand. I tried to push her away but she hugged me tight, her body against mine. Then I got hard. I couldn't help it, not with her silky blonde hair tickling my face and her high heels pressing against my legs. She felt my erection, and she reached between us and rubbed me. At the same time she kissed me. I tried to pull away but she kept kissing and caressing me. It was a lost cause on my part. She pulled down my zipper and took out my cock, stroking me, and I pulled up her skirt. She opened her legs and guided my cock into her, raising her lips to ensure I was fully in. She wrapped her legs around me, making sure I stayed in her. I fucked her hard, and came inside her. As I lay panting, she tenderly kissed my face and stroked my hair, saying "I love you, I love you," over and over again.

Afterwards we lay in bed, looking into the other's eyes. "If this is going to work, you have to tell me everything," I said.

"I will," she promised.

"It has to be the truth, all of it."

"It will be, I swear to god."

I took a deep breath. Then I began. "That Wednesday. Did you see him?"

She looked down, ashamed. "Yes."

"You fucked him?"

"Yes."

"How many times since then?"

"I don't know. Two or three times a week."

My heart sank. So many times she can't remember. "Did you see him before Paul's party?" I asked, dreading her answer.

"No I didn't, I swear, only the times you know about."

"You swear?" I asked, pressing her. This point was really important to me. I needed to know when she started to cheat on me so I could start dealing with it.

She took my hand and kissed it. "I swear to god Mike, I didn't."

You have to be into the hotwife or cuckold fantasy to understand. Even as her admissions ripped out my guts, they also excited me, and my cock was hard. My erection pressed against Jen's leg. She reached down and took hold of my shaft. She didn't joke or comment over my erection, she knew I was hurting. She understood my fantasies and how conflicted I was.

"Ask your next question," she said softly, slowly stroking me.

I paused, then asked, "Why did you cheat on me the first time, in college?"

Jen hesitated, then said, "Because I didn't think I'd ever see him again, and I wanted him one more time."

"You're that attracted to him?"

She hesitated again. "If I tell you, you promise you won't get mad and leave?"

I prepared myself for the worse. "I promise," I said.

"Mike ... I lose control when I'm with him. I can't help myself. I don't understand it. Maybe some people are sexually crazy about each other, maybe that's how I am with him. I get wet when I see him. God, I'm wet now just thinking about him."

I guess her answer didn't surprise me, not after seeing them together. I asked, "Back in college, were you attracted to him then?"

"Yes, but I was with you."

"So you must have been pretty psyched that first time."

She didn't say anything.

"Were you?" I insisted.

"Yes," she finally admitted.

"Did you cheat on me back then?"

"No, god Mike, no," she said immediately. "Just that one time."

"But you liked it when we got together with him."

"Yes, I did," she hesitantly admitted.

"Then ... back in college ... why didn't you break up with me and be with him?"

She tenderly took my face in her hands. "The same reason as now. I love you."

"You said you loved him."

"But I don't. Not how I love you."

"But you love him somehow?"

"I don't know. Maybe. I'm not sure. Mike ... you have to understand ...when he fucks me and makes me cum like that, it FEELS like love ... but that doesn't mean I'm IN love."

I was hard as a rock. She got on top of me and guided me into her. Slowly riding me, she whispered into my ear, "As your next question."

"Does he fuck you good?"

"Yeah."

"Better than me?" She hesitated and I said, "It's okay baby, I won't get mad."

Hearing me call her by our pet name, the tension left her body. "Yeah, he fucks me better than you," she whispered in my ear.

"When I fuck you after him, can you feel me?"

"Not really."

"Can you feel me now?"

"Yeah. I can feel you more if I'm on top."

"But does it feel as good as him?"

"No."

I lurched and came. I held her, and then she rolled off and we snuggled, me stroking her hair, she stroking my back. "Have I ever gotten you as excited as Ricky?" I asked as I stroked her hair.

"Yeah," she giggled thinking back. "On our honeymoon, when you undid my top to let Kyle see me. And then you left me in the water with him, and I knew you were watching. That was so hot!"

"But it was Kyle who fucked you."

"Yeah, but honestly, he wasn't that good. I mean, he had a nice body and he was big, but he wasn't a good lover. What made it so hot was fucking him on our honeymoon, and you wanting me to."

What she said made me think a minute. She stroked my hair in the silence. Turning back to Ricky I asked "Why did you tell Ricky you think of him whenever you put on stockings?"

"Um -- you know back in college?"

"When you cheated on me?"

"Um, well, yeah. He told me he liked girls in stockings."

"I didn't know you had any."

"I didn't. I had to buy some, before I went to his apartment. I know it's crazy. I didn't think I'd ever see him again, and I wanted him to really want me."

"I think he wants you," I said dryly.

"Yeah but ... I didn't know that back then."

"You know ... I get turned on seeing you in stockings too. You know I think you have the best legs. It's a huge thing for me. You knew that back then, but you never wore them for me."

"I know Mike, but, I mean, you know I hate pantyhose. I only wore them for him once, when I thought I'd never see him again. I only started wearing stockings because I had to for work. It's not like I wear them for him now."

"But you think of him whenever you put on stockings."

"Yeah, but, I mean ...," she stammered. But then she relented and admitted the truth. "Yeah I do." Then she added, "I'll always wear stockings for you from now on, or pantyhose, whatever you want."

A long pause, and then she asked, "Are we okay baby?"

Another pause. "I don't know," I said truthfully. "If he's around, can you resist him?"

"I already decided, I'm not going to see him again."

"You didn't answer my question," I said frowning at her.

"Mike, I'm not a silly college girl anymore. Don't worry, I'm not going to open my legs whenever he's in the room."

Her answer wasn't entirely satisfying, but we left it at that. We were both too emotionally exhausted to talk anymore.

Ricky didn't take "it's over" very well. After she broke up with him, he called and texted repeatedly. Maybe he did love Jen. It was hard for me to believe a self-absorbed womanizer like him could ever love a girl, but maybe he did.

He wanted to meet with Jen to talk it over, to get closure, but she said no. I think she was afraid if she saw him they'd wind up in bed. The thing was, if this was just about sex I would have felt better about it. It would still have been gut wrenching knowing I couldn't satisfy her as well as him, but that was an exciting part of my fantasy.

But it got to be too much when it crossed over from sex to love. Jen said she loved me more than Ricky. But the fact remained she did love Ricky, she admitted as much. I believed her when she said she didn't love him as much as me. But wouldn't her love for him grow if they kept seeing each other? And could Jen really love more than one man? So in the end, wouldn't I get pushed aside for Ricky if she loved him as much as me, since physically and as a lover he was so much better than me?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

So it was the right time to end it with Ricky. It bothered me she found him so hard to resist. But he'd be deployed away soon, and then it would be over with him.

The next month was hard. Jen was withdrawn. She was dealing with breaking up with a man she liked a lot, even loved somehow. I was supportive and understanding, but mostly I gave her space. For her part she never mentioned Ricky to me, not wanting to hurt me. I guess we were both healing.

I guess I hoped Jen would still be as exuberant and full of life as before, when she'd been dating Ricky. I hoped she'd be as lively and cheerful with me, as with Ricky. But of course that didn't happen. Although we were still technically newlyweds, we were long passed the infatuation period of our relationship. Jen lost that extra bounce in her step, and it really bothered me. I didn't say anything to her, but I found myself wishing our relationship could be the rocket blast high flying romance she'd had with Ricky, instead of the slow and steady relationship ours had always been. In truth, I think I was more afraid Jen would crave what she'd had with Ricky.

But we were healing and the weeks passed. Don't get me wrong, we held hands and snuggled and kissed, we talked and laughed and made love. We loved each other, and things were getting better and back to normal.

I have to admit I missed the excitement of the Game. Jen was as pretty as ever, and male heads turned wherever she went. I got a charge seeing other men look at her, and she got hit on all the time. She wasn't as outgoing as before, though, when she might have spent a few minutes flirting with a guy before politely turning him down. Often in the past she'd flirted right in front of me, which really turned me on. But she was more reserved now.

I missed that part of her. And I have to say it affected our sex life. We still made love as much as before. But it was plain vanilla sex, if you know what I mean. The kinkiness and edginess weren't there. I hoped it would come back over time, after we'd both healed some more.

So that's how it stood as of 2 months and a few days after Jen broke up with Ricky. And then it all got turned upside down. That's when Jen got a call from a distraught Melody. Paul had been killed by enemy fire in Afghanistan.

Of course, Jen went over to help comfort Melody. Other friends of Ricky would be there, and none of them (including Melody) knew the whole story. Out of respect for Ricky, she didn't wear her wedding rings. As far as those people knew, things had just not worked out and Jen and Ricky had broken up.

When Jen returned later that day, I asked if Ricky had been there, and whether they'd spoken. She said yes to both questions. I asked if he'd hit on her. She said yes again.

This was a good example of the ass Ricky was, using Paul's death as a chance to hit on Jen. What bothered me was how disturbed Jen seemed by seeing Ricky again. I asked her if she'd been tempted by his offer, and she said she'd spent most of the time by Melody's side. Our love making that night was more frantic and urgent than it'd been for a while, although there was no pillow talk as we made love.

The funeral was the next day. That morning Ricky called. He'd been given the job of driving Melody to the funeral. He asked if Jen would come along to help comfort Melody. I knew what Ricky was up to but what could I say? As it turned out, Melody (being from Minnesota) didn't have many girlfriends in NYC, and I knew it would be a great comfort to her if Jen was by her side. I told Jen she needed to do it (anyway she was already planning to go to the funeral), so she agreed.

Jen dressed in a simple knee length black dress, black hose and low heeled pumps. She didn't try to dress up but she still looked spectacular, since she looked amazing no matter what she wore. Ricky picked her up from our apartment, but he didn't come in farther than the foyer. I couldn't stand the thought of seeing him, much less shake his hand. Jen gave me a big hug and kiss, and then she went with him.

When she got home that night she was quiet. She hadn't fucked Ricky, I could tell. But I knew Jen as well as one person could know another. She wore what I called her "cum face." She was aroused beyond belief. Her pussy ached. She needed fucked. She was like a drug addict, and she desperately needed a hit. And I knew it wasn't me she needed, it was Ricky. The thing was, I needed it too.

I sat down with my wife and we talked it over. The rules were simple. They'd fuck at our loft, never at his apartment. She wouldn't sleep with him, he'd leave after they fucked. She would not have any contact with him outside our apartment unless I knew about it, no telephone calls or even texting. There would be no dating, just fucking. Also, he had to wear a condom, he would never again ejaculate into my wife.

He came over the next weekend. Honestly I couldn't bear to see him, so I left before he arrived, intending to see a movie or something.

But I couldn't stay away. Even though it felt like watching a train wreck happening, I was aroused beyond belief, and a part of me rejoiced at what was happening.

I heard their moans as soon as I walked in the door. I didn't need to see to know Ricky was giving my wife everything I couldn't. I could tell just by her moans. I'd never made her moan that way, not once in all the years we'd been together. I knew if I walked into the bedroom I'd see the same thing I was hearing. My wife in pure sexual bliss, getting kissed and fondled and fucked better than Ricky than anything she'd ever gotten from me.

I walked into the bedroom. Jen was under Ricky, and he was fucking her long and slow, rotating his hips, hitting her clit and g-spot, and she was moaning and writhing under him, her arms around his neck pulling him down to her in a long passionate kiss.

She was completely nude, nothing on. That was another rule I had. I forbid her from wearing lingerie with him, and certainly no hose, and no heels. She would not dress up for him, she'd wear only a robe. Maybe it was petty, but I wasn't going to give him that. Of course, Jen by herself was any man's wet dream, and short of putting a bag over her pretty face I couldn't do anything to hide her incredible natural sexiness. But it seemed both me and Ricky had a leg fetish, and by god Jen was going to wear stockings and high heels only for me.

Ricky gave Jen an incredible toe curling orgasm, and then he came too. They held each other after cumming and then he began to kiss her lips and cheek and whisper in her ear. "Okay, that's enough," I said immediately.

Reluctantly, Ricky pulled out (I was pleased to see he wore a condom -- the sack was full of his cum), and then he got dressed and left. I didn't let him even give Jen a goodbye kiss on the cheek.

As we'd already agreed, Jen took a shower while I changed the sheets. I didn't want any evidence of Ricky having been there. We held each other in bed and talked. She said the sex was really good, but not as good as before. The rules made the sex kind of artificial, although she was quick to say she agreed with the rules.

I knew what she meant. I don't think girls can separate sex from feelings. The sex is better if the girl has some feelings for the guy. My rules had taken all the feelings out of it. Honestly, it wasn't as exciting for me either. I realized the gut wrenching and jealousy I always felt fueled my fantasies, made them more intense and exciting. The rules took all that away, it was like Jen was using a dildo, and how exciting was that?

But what else could I do? I couldn't let it get out of control like last time.

Jen and I made slow love after talking, and she fell asleep with me spooning her.

We did this same thing the next 3 weekends. Sex might not have been as good, but it was good enough that Jen still wanted Ricky, and clearly he wanted any contact with her he could get. For my part, I was looking forward to the day Ricky got deployed, I was sure Jen would get over him then.

Melody threw a remembrance party for Paul. It was a time for his friends to get together and laugh and joke and celebrate his life. Jen told me Melody was having a hard time getting over his death, and her therapist suggested she throw this party to help her healing process.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jen went to the party, but she went by herself, not with Ricky. As far as his friends knew, they were still broken up.

She came home late that night crying, falling into my arms. I knew it before she said it. I knew by how she looked, how she smelt. She'd let Ricky fuck her.

"What happened?" I asked, surprising myself with my calmness. She told me everything, in a sobbing rush. Ricky asked to speak to her alone, just for a minute. She agreed because there were so many others around; she felt safe in the crowd. They stepped into the den. They were alone, but the rest of the party was just on the other side of the door, she could hear their voices.

They sat down and Ricky took her hands. He said he loved her, he was broken up inside, he couldn't live without her. He was practically begging, and she felt terrible for him. She hugged him to console him, and before she knew it they were kissing. Then his hands were inside her dress, and then she was on her back with him inside her.

She admitted she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She returned his kisses, she tugged at his pants and stroked his cock, she opened her legs, she guided his cock into her pussy.

When it was over, she hurriedly dressed feeling guilty and ashamed. When they opened the door the rest of the party clapped. The guys slapped Ricky on the back and Melody kissed Jen and said "I'm so happy you're back together again, you two were meant for each other." Jen had been set up. It had been a celebration for Paul, but also Ricky's friends had wanted them to get back together. That's why no one had bothered them in the den, everyone had been in on the plan (with Ricky being the ring leader of course).

I looked down at Jen's legs. Her stockings were laddered. So much for my stupid rule about not wearing stockings for him.

"Did you let him cum inside you?" I asked.

She looked down shamefaced. "Yes," she admitted.

"So, did it work? Are you his girlfriend again?"

She began to protest. "Mike, baby, I ..." But then she realized they'd been no bitterness in my voice. No anger on my face. Instead, she saw ... excitement. "His friends think we're back together again."

"Are you?"

She paused, then hesitantly asked, "Do you want us to be?"

I looked down at her thigh again. I traced the run in her stockings. "I guess Ricky liked seeing you in these." She didn't say anything.

I traced up her leg, pushing her skirt up. Her lacy stocking top came into view, and pushed her skirt higher until I saw her bare skin above. Then I saw her stocking was attached to a garter strap. She'd worn a garter belt to the remembrance. She hardly ever wore garter belts. Only when she wanted to be extra sexy. Had she expected -- hoped -- things to turn out as they did?

"I think you want to date Ricky again," I said looking into her eyes. "You want the romance as much as the sex."

"Baby ..."

"Please don't call me that," I said practically winching at the name. "Until you're over with him, you can't call me that."

I saw hurt in her face. Good! This had to hurt her some too.

She rubbed my arm. "Mike ... where does that leave us?"

"I don't know," I said honestly. "I guess, go out with him if you want, be his girlfriend."

She rubbed my arm more, and looked into my face, looking concerned. Then she straddled my legs and took my face in her hands. "Is that what you want?" she asked softly.

She felt my erection. I was so hard it hurt. She reached down and pulled me out, and then guided me into her. She felt loose and wet. She slowly rode me up and down. In moments I lurched and came inside her. It was the best orgasm I'd had in months.

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By unspoken agreement, she didn't tell when she was going out with Ricky. She would just ask "Are we doing anything tonight?" or "Do we have plans Saturday?" or "I'm staying over with a friend, okay?"

I always watched as she dressed for her dates with him. But we didn't talk about him or even speak his name. I always got hard watching her dress. Sometimes she'd open a package and pull out a new dress or new lingerie, and I'd know she'd bought that special to wear for him.

I saw changes in the way she dressed. She usually wore her hair down, which is how I liked it. But on her dates with him she almost always wore her hair up. There were other things. Her skirts got a little shorter and her heels a little higher. She wore more off-the-shoulder tops. Sometimes she went braless. She wore pantyhose under jeans. She bought cowboy boots! She looked sexy as hell in those boots with jeans and short skirts, but she'd never owned any before.

One good thing, Jen definitely had the extra bounce in her step again. Sometimes I'd see her smiling and humming to herself. It hurt since I knew it was because of Ricky and not me. But I benefited from it too. She became her bubbly flirty self again, and flirted more than ever with other guys. I think she flirted with other guys for my benefit as kind of a payback. It worked too, it never failed to turn me on.

When they first started dating again, when she got home from a date she'd shower, brush her teeth, and put her rings back on before coming over to me. One time though, I couldn't stand it, not with her looking so freshly fucked (and she always came home from their dates looking that way). I grabbed her and pushed her onto the bed and fucked her, smelling his cologne in her hair and neck, tasting his cum in her mouth, feeling her loose pussy, feeling his ring pressing against my chest as we kissed. After that, she stopped taking showers after her dates with him, waiting instead until the next morning after I'd used her freshly fucked body as much as I wanted.

They went out more often than just Saturday night, sometimes going out Fridays and Wednesdays, sometimes going out more. It seemed the more Jen saw him, the more she wanted to see him. They couldn't get enough of each other. I hurt when she was gone, and the fact she spent so much time with him hurt me more. She sensed that, so when she was home she always paid extra attention to me, holding my hand, giving me hugs from behind, kissing me, falling asleep in my arms. Pretty much, when she was home she was always in contact with me, even if we were just hanging out watching TV or reading the paper and it was our hands or hips touching.

Sometimes my hurt got the better of me. It usually happened when she went out with him two or even three nights in a row, or when she spent the night with him. My hurt and depression built up the longer she was away. It wasn't just the sex. I mean, by that time it was clear he was the better lover, I couldn't satisfy her sexually as good as him.

It was the emotions that really hurt. She fell more in love with him each time she saw him. At least that's what it looked to me. Sometimes I'd catch her looking off into the distance, a smile on her face, and I'd know she was thinking about him. When he called or texted her, her face always lit up. If they had a date planned, then she'd wake up that morning all excited, and stay that way all day long. If she wasn't seeing him that day, she didn't seem as happy.

Sometimes I thought about divorcing Jen. That's how much it hurt, how bad it got. But then I'd realize the hurt wouldn't go away if we divorced. It would make it worst, unbearable, because then I wouldn't have her at all.

I guess people might think her relationship with Ricky would make me love her less. But it did the opposite. I realized even more how much I loved her and needed her. Life without her was unimaginable.

Despite all my hurt, their dating and fucking kept me aroused constantly. People not into hot wife and cuckold fantasies won't understand this, but that's how it was. After their dates, we'd fuck and I'd always asked her the same questions, "Did Ricky fuck you good?"

"Does he fuck you better than me?"

"How many times did he make you cum?"

"Does he make you cum better than me?"

I always asked the same questions. Jen always answered like it was the first time, instead of getting annoyed or acting bored by the same questions. I guess since I gave her freedom to do what she wanted with Ricky, she paid me back by playing along.

But those were the easy questions, the ones during sex. The questions after sex were harder. In bed lying on our sides, looking into her eyes, I'd asked, "Last night, did you sleep in his arms?"

"Yeah. You know me honey I like that."

"Yeah," I said knowing she liked to be spooned when she slept. We never called each other baby anymore. Sometimes she called me honey. I didn't stop her; it was something.

"Does he still say he loves you?"

"Yes."

"Do you tell him you love him?"

"Mike ..."

"I want to know."

"Sometimes," she hesitantly admitted, but then quickly added "but I told you, I don't love him like you."

"Not like me," I repeated. Then I added bitterly, "Maybe you love him better than me, the same way he fucks you better than me."

"Mike, no," she soothed, rubbing my chest.

"Do you tell him you love him before you go to sleep?" I snapped. "And when you wake up?"

"Mike ..."

"Tell me, I need to know!"

"Yes."

"Which one!"

"Well ... I mean ... both."

I usually don't go down this road. It hurts too much. Sometimes I get taken over by the dark side of the force, I guess. Usually, she's able to soothe me with her words and caresses, and she ends up on top of me slowly fucking me, caressing my face, assuring me she still loves me.

You might think I hate her, but I don't. I understand her intense attraction and addiction to Ricky. I'm addicted to my own fantasies. The problem is, I know -- I KNOW -- she's going to leave me to be with him. I know it in my heart. That's the day I'll die, the day she leaves me. I won't kill myself, I'm not like that. But I'll die inside.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He Fucked My Girl Ch. 09

Every now and then all three of us went out. Part of it was my need to be with Jen. I was seeing less of her (since she was with Ricky a lot), and I missed her. Of course, part of it was my need to see them together. I was so conflicted about this. I guess I gave her mixed signals. She saw both my angst and excitement.

Often we sat in a booth, with Jen between us. Usually, she started out sitting closer to me, but gradually moved closer to him; it wasn't planned or choreographed, that's just the way it happened. Sometimes it might take a drink or two for us to loosen up, but eventually Ricky got her under his spell. It was excruciating watching it happen, seeing the woman I love gradually move closer to another man as they talked and laughed.

She looked so lively and vibrant as they interacted, smiling and looking into his eyes, delighted by everything he said. Being a highly tactile person, she often touched him as they spoke, a light touch on his arm or chest. Sometimes she moved closer to me or brought me into the conversation, but soon she'd been sitting close to him again, her attentions on him. It was all natural, nothing fake. I mean, she didn't act this way to turn me on. That made watching them so exciting and disturbing too.

Sometimes Jen would realize how they were ignoring me. She'd move closer to me and ask "Are you okay honey?"

"Yeah," I'd say my voice hoarse with excitement. She'd give me one of those sly knowing smiles, seeing the excitement on my face. She knew this was gut-wrenching for me, but I'd also told her how jealousy actually fuels my excitement.

One time it was me who met them for dinner (Jen had spent the afternoon with him). I got there a little late. Ricky's arm was around her, and they were talking. As she spoke and looked up into his face, she kind of absent-mindedly played with a button on his shirt. The intimacy of that moment stayed in my head for a long time.

It was an awkward moment when I approached their table. Ricky felt Jen's unease so he reluctantly withdrew his arm. She slid over to me in the booth. But the waiter had already pegged them as the couple and me as the invited guest, so it remained awkward. Eventually she moved closer to Ricky as we loosened up.

Usually after dinner we'd go back to our apartment for sex. I didn't join them in bed. Ricky didn't like me with them and he got pretty aggressive, wanting her all to himself. He wasn't verbally abusive, but whenever Jen tried to include me he'd pull her back and made sure his lips and hands and big muscular body were all over her, leaving no room for me.

I preferred to watch anyway, and Ricky didn't seem to care about that. In fact sometimes when Jen's moans got really intense or after he'd brought her to an earth shattering orgasm, he'd look at me with a smug smile on his face, silently telling me what I already knew, that I couldn't pleasure her like him.

Seeing them fuck never failed to get me incredibly hot. Seeing Ricky on top between her legs pounding the shit out of her was amazing. He was big and muscular, and when he pounded her like that the only thing Jen could do was hold on for dear life.

Even more exciting was when he slow fucked her. That's when he gave her the best orgasms, his long thick cock moving slowing in and out, hitting both her g-spot and clit. They caressed a lot, his hands on her breasts rubbing her nipples, and her hands moving up and down his chest and arms. They kissed a lot as they slow fucked, and they talked, whispering to each other, their lips almost touching.

Jen told me she liked slow fucking the best. When I asked why, she said it felt incredible feeling his long cock sliding forever pushing into her, and then sliding forever again pulling almost out of her. The sensations were even better of course because he was so thick and he knew how to rotate and angle his hips to hit all her pleasure spots. It pained me knowing I could never give Jen that same amount of pleasure.

I met Jen when she was 20, and we were exclusive almost immediately. Before me she'd had a few lovers (she'd lost her virginity at 18), maybe 8 or so, and she'd told me enough that I knew I was one of the smallest. Still, our sex had always been good. I usually made her cum through intercourse and she loved my tongue, I could always get her off that way.

I doubted our sex would ever be as good again. I was in decent shape but nothing like Ricky, I couldn't relentlessly pound her like he could. Worst, my cock was half the length of Ricky's, and not nearly as thick. No way could I long stroke her like him. After fucking Ricky regularly for months, getting spoiled by him, no way would she ever be satisfied by me again.

But it was their intimate touching and kissing and whispering that bothered me the most. Each time they slow fucked like that, Jen got closer to him, she fell more in love with him. Despite how gut wrenching it was, I still watched them, I still got painfully hard, I still jacked off as they fucked. I felt like I deserved to get something out of this train wreck. That's how fucked up everything was, how fucked up I was.

Life wasn't all about her relationship with Ricky. Outside of when she saw him (which was 2 or 3 times a week, with usually sleeping over 1 night with him) we lived our lives as a newlywed couple (I think you're a newlywed until your first anniversary). But Ricky crept up into our normal lives too.

Thankfully our circle of friends didn't overlap too much with Ricky's. But every now and then at a party someone would ask "so how is Ricky?" and Jen would stammer out something like "oh he's okay I guess."

Often their fucking got so rough it left marks on her body. Seeing the marks always excited me. One time at a party, a friend pointed out a hickey behind Jen's ear (we hadn't noticed it). Things suddenly got silent and awkward because I'd been away that entire week for work and the hickey looked a few days old (which it was – Jen had gone out with Ricky on Wednesday). Jen stammered an excuse about hitting her neck on something, but you could tell our friends didn't believe her. I was certain our friends thought Jen and Ricky were having an affair.

Whenever we talked about it, Jen would say "They might suspect something, but they don't know." I remembered she'd said the same thing back in college. It bothered me she was so flippant about it. She didn't seem to care that our friends thought she was cheating on me. I think her infatuation with him clouded her good sense. It was hard for me when our friends gave me looks. It was emasculating knowing they knew my wife opened her legs to another man. But I admit it was exciting too – I guess it pushed another cuckold button inside me.

As their relationship grew, we argued. It was about where "us" ended and "they" began. We argued about stupid things. One time the three of us were going to a party (the host was a mutual friend) and after they were going on a date. I got mad when she wore her hair up and went braless. "You're dressing for him!" I yelled at her.

"Okay, I'm sorry," she said. She said it like she thought I was being foolish. She put a bra on and let her hair down. Knowing she'd hurt my feelings, she stayed by my side during the party, ignoring Ricky. But as the party ended, she went into the bathroom and put her hair up and took off her bra. She made me feel like she was just condescending to me.

Ricky wanted more time with her. We argued about that a lot. What hurt the most was she clearly wanted to spend more time with Ricky too. That's when their dates went from once a week to 2 or 3 times a week. One time during an argument Jen said "I don't know why you're mad, I still spend more time with you than him." Like it was a sacrifice to be with me. She saw the hurt in my eyes and immediately said "I'm sorry, that didn't come out right." But it was too late; you can't take something back like that.

Jen knew I was hurting. I mean, she knew me as well as I knew her. I think she would have broken up with Ricky if she could, but she couldn't. That's how attracted (addicted?) she was to him.

To help me deal with her relationship with Ricky, she encouraged me to see other girls. It didn't start out that way. At first she suggested I not stay home when she went out, because she knew it wasn't healthy for me if I sat at home alone fretting about her and Ricky together.

So the next time she went out with Ricky, I went to a sports bar to watch the game. I was there for a couple of hours and the waitress flirted with me. I think she flirted more for a better tip than because she was interested in me, but the next day I mentioned it to Jen. I guess I was hoping she'd get jealous. Instead, she said it was a good idea if I saw other girls, maybe even dated someone I liked.

I forced a smile on my face and said I'd think about it. But that was a really low point for me. I think I died inside, part of me died. I knew she was just trying to help me deal with her growing romance with Ricky. But how committed was she to us and our marriage, if she wanted me to find someone else? Clearly she wanted Ricky, not me, so she wanted me to find someone else to ease her guilt about spending so much time with Ricky.

Jen even set me up on a blind date. Or maybe Ricky did. It was probably him, as a joke. One time she came home from a date, and she was kinda drunk (and full of Ricky's cum). She handed me a telephone number. Giggling, she told me it was Claire's number and Ricky said I should call her. Claire was the young busty brunette Ricky dated before Jen.

I didn't call her. Not that I wasn't attracted to her; she was pretty and sexy. But she was much younger (20 I think) and way out of my league and I didn't need more rejection.

Then one day, out of the blue, Claire called me! I think Ricky put her up to it. So the next time Jen went out with Ricky, I went out with Claire.

We didn't have sex. I think maybe she would have, like a mercy fuck. She even seemed let down when I pushed her away (we didn't even kiss), probably disappointed at being denied a funny joke to tell to Ricky (like how my dick was so small and how I sucked in bed).

But I wasn't interested in her. She was young and beautiful and any guy in his right mind would fuck her in a second. Yet, to me every girl paled compared to Jen. I just wasn't interested in Claire or any other girl.

The ironic thing was, our date wasn't a disaster. We had a fun time, but as friends, not lovers. She was at NYU and studying to be an actress (she had the looks for it), but she was flunking her math class, a prerequisite. I'd always been great at math, so we ended up spending most of our date with me tutoring her in math. I admitted I was worried Ricky would make fun of me to Jen if he knew what really happened on our "date." Claire was cool about it. She told me if Ricky asked she'd tell him we had great sex.

When Jen got home that night, she asked me about my date with Claire. She asked a lot of questions. I think Ricky wanted to know, hoping my date was a disaster so he could belittle me. I think he did that a lot on their dates, putting me down so Jen would think less of me and more of him.

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I lied, telling her we had sex and it was okay. She wanted more details, but I put her off saying something like I wasn't a kiss and tell guy. In truth, I didn't think I could lie convincingly and didn't want her to know my date had been a bust.

Claire aced her next math test, and her finals were coming up. She called me and asked if I'd tutor her again. Why not? Jen was going on another date with Ricky and I didn't have anything else to do.

During our "date," I told Claire about how Jen quizzed me about our sex the last time. Even though she was years younger, Claire was more worldly than me, at least with interacting with other people. She smiled knowingly and told me not to worry. She sometimes saw Ricky and Jen on their dates (she was an army brat and part of their group), and she'd make sure they had all the raunchy details of our "sex."

Not always, but often, Claire and I went on a "date" when Jen was with Ricky. We hung out as friends. Sometimes I'd tutor her, sometimes we'd see a movie. It was completely platonic. To be honest, our friendship turned into a big brother / kid sister thing. Claire dated a lot of course (she WAS very pretty) but she didn't have a steady boyfriend and she seemed to like hanging with me.

I told Claire the entire sordid tale of me, Jen and Ricky, starting all the way back with that first threesome in college. Claire didn't think we were weird. In fact, she thought Jen was pretty cool for being so sexually adventurous. (I think she kinda envied Jen to have both a husband and a hot boyfriend.) She agreed with me that Ricky was an ass, but she also understood why Jen found him so attractive. She admitted she'd been head over heels with Ricky too when they dated.

Claire had seen them last weekend at a party of Ricky's friends. "How'd they look together?" I asked.

"Like horny love birds," she answered without thinking. Seeing the anxiety on my face, she said "Sorry Mike, but you asked."

Jen and I always had sex after her dates, either that night or the next day. Seeing her freshly fucked never failed to drive me out of my mind. She never denied me when I wanted sex, although I don't think she got much pleasure out of it, not compared to what she got from Ricky. I mean, she didn't act like dead wood underneath me as I fucked her, but the uncontrolled lustful passion she had with Ricky was never there with me. She was my wife, but I couldn't give her sexually pleasure. I could hardly ever make her cum anymore. I could get her off with my finger or tongue, but not during intercourse. I think part of it was because Ricky always left her so satisfied and satiated. But also part of it was she wasn't sexually attracted to my body as much now. How could she be when she spent so much time with a man like Ricky?

"I'm surprise you even want me anymore, with all the sex you get from Claire," Jen joked once after our lovemaking.

"Are you saying you want to cut me off?" I said. I forced a smile and made it sound like a joke, but her comment cut me like a knife. She didn't want sex with me anymore? Is that what she was getting at?

"No, I'm just saying ..."

Her evasive answer proved it, she DIDN'T want sex with me anymore. Probably Ricky didn't want me touching her anymore, since her body and heart belonged to him know. Well, if she wanted to cut me off, I wasn't going to make it easy for her. I said, "Jen, I'll always want you, there's no one prettier or sexier than you! I like Claire but she's nothing compared to you! So if you have something to tell me, then god dammit just tell me!"

"Okay okay," she said with a big smile, looking pleased with herself. "Don't get mad," she said giggling.

What the fuck?! She's dicking with me?! "Whatever Jen," I said walking away. I was so pissed!

"Mike wait!" she said still smiling and hugging my arm.

That's how our conversations went alot. They weren't normal, they were all fucked up. I was fucked up.

One day Jen told me Ricky got leave and he wanted to take her away for a week's vacation. An entire week!

"Where?" I asked. It was a stupid question. It didn't matter where. But I was trying to mentally and emotionally deal with this new idea.

"Cancun," she said looking at me. "A lot of his friends have leave too, so we'll be going as a group. Melody will be there too."

"We'll be going" I repeated her words in my head. "We" was no longer me and her, it was Ricky and her. He'd have her all to himself for an entire week, an entire week to make her fall even more in love with him.

Jen looked expectantly at me, waiting for my answer. It was clear she wanted to go, but she was guilty so she wanted me to tell her I was okay with it.

The last time we'd been at a beach it was our honeymoon. I remembered how she'd pranced around in revealing bikinis during the day, and revealing dresses at night. I remembered how she'd fucked Kyle twice on our honeymoon, back when I was still the number 1 guy in her life even though she fucked other men. Now she'd be with Ricky, wearing revealing bikinis and dresses for him, fucking him all day long and sleeping in his arms at night. They'd shower together, and she'd soap him up and then get on her knees and go down on him. It was stupid, but I thought about how he'd wash her hair and massage her neck and shoulders. A stupid thought, but the one that hurt the most.

"I guess you want to go," I finally said.

"You want me to?" she asked hesitantly, probably afraid I'd say no. She looked down and saw the tent in my pants. Yes, even though I was losing my wife, all of this still turned me on; yes, I'm pathetic and didn't deserve her, go ahead and chastise me, pile on, what does it matter.

She didn't joke or even comment about my erection. She understood my conflict. But she knew it meant I was okay with it. In truth, my cock was okay with it. My heart was pretty much dead.

"It's spring break. I guess you'll be able to spend time with Claire," she said.

What? Claire? Why was she talking about Claire, how did she matter at all? Then I remembered the lie, that I was having an affair with Claire. I managed to sound enthusiastic. "Yeah that's a good idea."

"Is she your girlfriend now?" she asked with an inquisitive smile.

I shrugged, making a joke of it. "I haven't given her my high college ring yet." Then I looked at her bosom, seeing the outline of Ricky's ring under her blouse. She wore it a lot now, even when she wasn't seeing him.

Seeing where I was looking, she said "Oh I'm sorry," and began taking it off.

"Leave it on if you want," I said, hiding the bitterness from my voice. Why did it matter anymore?

She left it on and gave me a tight smile. Then she pressed her body against me, cupping my crotch. "I can take care of this for you," she said with a grin.

I got it. A quick thank you fuck for giving her my okay to spend the week with Ricky. But it was impossible for me to say no to her. "Okay," I said, and we went into our bedroom.

The next weekend I drank a beer and watched ESPN as Jen packed for her trip. She ran out to get some last minute toiletries, so I took the opportunity to look in her suitcase. Almost everything was brand new, all things she had bought that week to wear for him. Skimpy bikinis, tight dresses, short skirts, filmy low cut blouses. No bras and no panties. I guessed Ricky wanted her braless the entire week, with easy access to her pussy. A lot of spikey high heels, and 7 pairs of stockings. A pair for each night in Cancum. She planned to wear stockings for him, even though Cancun was hotter than hades this time of year.

Ricky picked her up later that day. She hugged and kissed him, and then came over to me. "I guess I'm off," she said. Even though the plane didn't take off until tomorrow, Ricky wanted her to sleep over that night so they could get an early start. Jen had asked me if that was okay. I shrugged and told her it was. Why would 1 night more matter?

I forced a smile on my face. "Have a good time," I said hugging and kissing her.

"You too," she said hugging me back.

"Give me a call sometime," I said with a crooked grin.

"I'll call every day," she promised, squeezing my hand. I doubted it, but whatever. She looked into my face. Despite my forced smile, she saw the hurt in my face. She brushed her hand across my cheek. "Are you okay? If you don't want me to go, I won't."

Yeah right. If she didn't want to go, why did she buy all new bikinis and dresses for him? Why didn't she pack any bras or panties? Why did she pack thigh highs for every night, to wear for him, when she hadn't worn stockings for me even once on our honeymoon? She just wanted to hear I was okay with it to ease her guilt.

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I hurt inside. I ached seeing her go, spending a whole week with him, a whole week in his arms. I was losing her – maybe I'd already lost her – but I would NOT let Ricky see me tear up. Looking for any excuse, I blurted out, "You better go, Claire is coming over."

"Oh. She's staying with you?"

"Yeah," I lied. "She'll be here soon, so you better get going. I hope you have fun."

"Yeah ..." she said, looking off into the distance. Then she looked at me and gave me a mischievous smile. "Save some of this for me," she said cupping my crotch. "I'll have a lot of sexy stories to tell you when I get back."

Then she was gone. And I was alone. The loft felt like a coffin. Not knowing what else to do, I called Claire. I cried on her shoulder for a long time.

"Mike, you've got to do something, you can't go on like this," Claire said.

"Yeah ... like what?"

"Tell Jen you don't want her to see Ricky anymore."

"Oh yeah, like that worked so well last time," I said sarcastically. "I told you, she's addicted to him. Hell Claire, she just left with him for a week vacation. If I told her to choose, me or him, who do you think she would choose?"

"Then you should dump her!" Claire said harshly. "She's not good for you!"

"It's not that easy Claire."

"Why?!"

"Because I love her," I said resignedly. "I'm as addicted to her as she's addicted to Ricky." I saw Claire shake her head. "I know, fucked up, right?" Then I looked at Claire for the first time that evening. She'd dyed her hair blonde! "Claire, what the fuck did you do to your hair?"

She laughed, and her face went from anger to delight. "I got the part in Romeo and Juliet! I'm Juliet! Okay, it's only off-Broadway, but it's my first real part!"

"But why the hair?"

"Oh, I don't know, the stupid director wants Juliet to be blonde. How do I look?"

"You look great," I said truthfully. I mean, she looked like a brunette who'd dyed her hair blonde. But I liked blondes, so of course I was going to like Claire more as a blonde than a brunette.

If this were a fairy tale, seeing Claire as a blonde would make me fall in love with her and we'd live happily ever after. But no, she was still Claire, my "kid sister," I was still head over heels with Jen.

In fact, Claire's blonde hair made me think of Jen. I thought back to college. When I first met Jen, I noticed two things first. First, her long blonde hair. Second, her long gorgeous legs. At that point, I was half-way in love. Then when I saw her pretty face, and talked to her and found out how sweet she was, I was head over heels. It took about an hour after we met for me to know I wanted to be with her for the rest of my life.

Jen was way out of my league, but for some reason she fell in love with me just as fast. I guess opposites attract. When she found out I had a thing (fetish?) for blonde hair, she used that fact to tease and titillate me, especially the fact she was a natural blonde. She always kept her pussy trimmed. She hated hair down there, and even had treatment so she was permanently bare, except for a thin landing strip. Once I asked her why she didn't go completely bare. She looked at me sweetly, batted her eye lashes, and then teasingly whispered into my ear "this way baby you'll never forget I'm a natural blonde."

That had been before we were married, while we dated in college. Ricky seemed to have a thing for blondes too. I wondered if she'd said the same thing to him?

Those memories made me depressed again. But Claire wouldn't let me go there. She practically threw the script at me, and demanded I help her practice her lines. She came over a couple more times that week, to make sure I was okay. She truly was my kid sister. I would not have made it through the week without her.

Still, I ached with being apart from Jen so long. We'd been together for years, and this was the longest we'd been apart. Even when she slept over with Ricky it was never more than a day I wouldn't see her. This was 8 nights she was away.

I caught myself wondering if she missed me. She had to miss me some. But she had Ricky and all his friends, and they were having fun at the beach and drinking and going out to dinner and dancing. And then she had Ricky in bed, they were probably having sex all the time like newlyweds, maybe at that very moment.

True to her promise, she called me every day. But usually there was a lot of background noise, like she'd stepped away from dinner or the night club. Sometimes she'd call me from their room, but then Ricky would tickle or kiss her, so those calls were always short. It was clear to me she was calling only out of a sense of obligation.

Finally Saturday came, the day she was getting home. I woke up giddy and so excited to see her. I was expecting her any minute when Claire called. She was frantic, she couldn't find her script and their first rehearsal was that night. I looked around and found it, and she came by to pick it up. She was on her way out and gave me a kiss goodbye on the cheek, and just then Jen walked in.

Jen's face went from a smile to a frown. "Oh, hi Claire." She frowned at Claire's blonde hair.

"Hi Jen," Claire said too excited about rehearsal to notice anything else. "I'm late, bye Jen." Then she was gone.

I hugged her. "I missed you."

Her back was stiff. "Has she been here the entire time?" she asked coldly.

"No, not the entire time."

"But a lot, right?"

I gave Jen a "what the fuck" look. She rolled her eyes at me and said "whatever."

She kicked her heels off and gave me a tight smile, "sorry I'm just tired." Just then her phone rang. I looked over her shoulder and saw it was Ricky. She gave me another tight smile and said "I'll be right back."

She went into our bedroom and picked up the phone. "Hi Ricky," I heard her say. "Yeah, I got home okay. Yeah, I had the best time, thanks. No, you know I can't. I told you why. Stop, I can't. Okay. Okay. I love you too ba ... um, I love you too."

I heard her in the bathroom, washing her face and brushing her teeth. When she came back out she had her hair in a ponytail. She wore jeans and one of my button down oxford shirts.

She held her wedding and engagement rings, in the process of putting them back on. She looked warily at me.

I scowled at her. "So he's your baby now?" I asked bitterly.

She sighed tiredly, still holding her rings in her hand. "Mike don't start, okay?"

Seeing me bore holes into her with my angry stare she said, "I didn't mean it. You won't let me call you that and sometimes it just comes out. It doesn't mean anything when I call him that."

"So it didn't mean anything when you used to call me that?" I spat out.

"God Mike you're twisting everything I say."

"But you love him right? You told him just now."

"Mike, we've talked about this ..."

"What did he want?" I snapped.

"What?"

"He wanted something, what?"

Jen shrugged. "He wanted me to spend the night."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I looked at her incredulously. "You were just with him for a whole week! Don't I get any time with you?"

"I know Mike, I know it's not fair to you, that's why I'm here."

I looked at her disbelieving, hurting inside. "So you'd rather be with him right now? You're only with me now, for what, out of mercy?"

"No, Mike, that's not what I meant! Stop twisting everything I say!"

I didn't believe her. She wanted to be with him, she was here only out of a sense of obligation. Something snapped inside me. I pointed at the door. "If you want to be with him, then just go. I don't need your pity."

She looked at me disbelieving. Suddenly my hurt and despair turned into rage. "Go!" I yelled jabbing at the door. "Just go!"

When she didn't move, I grabbed the rings out of her hand and angrily threw them out the open window. "You're a cheap slut and I want you out of here! Go! I don't want to see your cheating face!"

Her hand went to her mouth and tears welled in her eyes. She ran out of the apartment sobbing.

She went to Ricky's of course. I wanted to call, I wanted to apologize, but I didn't. What was the point? She didn't call me either.

The days that followed were a blur. I mostly stayed drunk the entire time. I didn't answer the phone, not even when Claire and Sam called. Finally Sam came over. He didn't know the whole story like Claire, but he'd heard Jen had left me. He got me sober and made sure I went to work the next day. It was a good thing, the last thing I needed was to get fired.

That night after I got home from work, I opened Jen's suitcase. It was a mess. Jen had never been a "let's fold everything neatly" person. Her idea of packing was stuffing everything in and then sitting on the lid to snap it shut. I studied each of her bikini bottoms. I couldn't help myself. They were all caked with dried cum. Many of her dresses, skirts and blouses also had splotches of dried cum.

To my surprise, there weren't any worn stockings in the suitcase. Probably they'd been too laddered and soiled to keep.

I picked up and studied her high heels. She'd brought 3 high heeled ankle strap sandals, black patent leather pumps, bright red high heels, and polka dotted pink high heels. She'd also brought flats and flip flops. She loved shoes. She always brought too many on trips.

I jacked off onto her clothes. I wrapped her soiled bikini bottoms around my cock while I beat off. That's how demented my fantasies were, how addicted I was to my fantasy.

I didn't see or talk to her for almost 3 weeks. I felt empty inside, a walking corpse. Then she showed up at our apartment. "Ricky's being deployed back to California. He asked me to go with him, help him settle in. He's downstairs, we're on our way to the airport."

"Okay," I said dumbly, feeling numb.

"I need to pack some things," she said.

"Okay," I said again. What else could I say?

A few minutes later she came out with her suitcase. She sat down next to me, seeing the anguish and hurt on my face. She softly rubbed my chest. "I'm sorry I hurt you Mike. You're the last person I wanted to hurt. This thing with Ricky –"

"You don't have to explain," I said managing a smile at her. "I think I understand." I paused, then said "I'm sorry about last time."

"Yeah well ..." she said looking off. She looked sad and hurt.

"I wanted to tell you ... you know Claire? There was never anything between us. We're just friends. I helped her pass her math class."

Jen smiled. "I know, she told me. I thought she'd dyed her hair blonde for you."

"She's in a play ..."

"I know, she told me." Jen laughed. "She was saying some crazy things about what you two were doing. I was pretty sure she was making it up."

"Why? Because she said she liked sex with me?" I said bitterly.

"I like sex with you Mike. I love it. I always have."

"Yeah right," I said sarcastically.

"Mike ... just because I like sex with Ricky doesn't mean I don't like it with you too."

"Jen, don't lie, okay? At least give me that."

She paused looking frustrated. "Mike, you know – you're the one who always wanted to hear about what we did."

"Oh, so now you're going to tell me you were lying all this time, that you really don't love getting fucked by Ricky?"

She squeezed my arm. "Please, let's not fight." She waited for me to calm down. "I'm just saying, I think a lot of what you think about me is in your head."

"In my head?" I laughed, but it was without any humor. "You've been living with him for a month," I said bitterly. "You never came to see me, you never called. You're going away with him again. That's not in my head Jen, that's for real."

"You didn't call me either."

"You were the one fucking him! You were the one falling in love with him!"

Jen looked like she was holding back tears. "And you didn't have something to do with that?"

"I'm just saying ..." I stopped, on the verge of losing it. "Just don't pity me Jen okay?"

"Mike ..." A tear rolled down her cheek. "What can I do to make you feel better?"

"Are you going with him?"

"Yes. I owe it to him."

I looked at her incredulously. "You owe it to him? It's not enough he gets to fuck your mouth and pussy and ass whenever he wants?"

Jen flinched, like my words were a slap across her face. "Is this when you call me a slut again?"

I flinched back at her words. I got up and walked a few steps away. I didn't want to cry in front of her.

She walked to me and kissed me on the cheek. "Goodbye Mike," she said. "Call me sometime, okay?" Then she was gone.

I stood there, unmoving, unfeeling. She'd just broken up with me. Or maybe we'd broken up with each other. It didn't matter. She was gone, and I didn't think I'd ever see her again.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He Fucked My Girl Ch. 10

My friends rallied behind me. I wouldn't have made it without Sam and Claire. (By the way, she was a hit as Juliet and now had the lead role in a revival of Chicago – this time as a brunette.)

Sam pretty much moved in with me, to get me on my feet again. I told him the entire sordid tale. I knew he thought I was an idiot and pervert, but he never said it, and he hugged me whenever I lost it, which was often the first few weeks.

Every day I dreaded going to the mailbox, expecting to find divorce papers from Jen. But I guess paperwork was on the backburner because she was too busy setting up Ricky's new home.

I moved out of the loft. I couldn't stay there as it reminded me of her. Sam told me to transfer all our assets into my name. "She screwed you, so you should screw her," he said more than once. But I couldn't do that to her.

My friends tried to hook me up with other girls. I went on a few dates, but my heart wasn't into it. Despite everything, I still loved her. Yeah, pathetic, I know.

Claire and Sam visited me a lot. Believe or not, they started dating! He lost a lot of weight and looked good, and of course Claire had always looked good. They had a whirlwind romance, and got engaged!

The weeks and months went by. I got better. I didn't think about her every second. I could make it a whole 15 minutes.

She never called or emailed, but I didn't expect she would. It hurt though, she didn't even call on my birthday. I dialed her number about a million times but each time hung up before the first ring. While I wanted to hear her voice, I couldn't bear to, knowing she wasn't mine anymore.

I knew I was pathetic. I knew I'd brought this on myself. Yet, despite everything, when I thought back at what'd happened, I got turned on. I'd masturbate and then after cumming I'd hate myself and get depressed. How pathetic is that?

I got angry at Jen. I couldn't believe she'd done this to me. Okay, we'd never sat down and made up rules. But there was one rule that shouldn't been clear, "you can have fun and romp in the hay with whoever you want, but you can't leave me." Clearly though, she hadn't lived up to her end of the bargain.

I started thinking maybe she never loved me at all. But how could that be, from the moment we'd met we'd been practically inseparable. Still, whatever we'd had, she'd thrown it all away for a handsome face and a big cock. Yes, I was bitter and hurt and angry, but most of all I loathed myself, because I knew it was mostly if not all my fault.

I threw Claire and Sam an engagement party. Partly I did it to try to rejoin human society. But it was hard at the party being around so many happy couples. God I missed her. I tried not to show my unhappiness. I didn't want to ruin the party. Claire and Sam could tell though. I saw them whisper to each other as they eyed me, and then Claire walked over. I guess she got the job of cheering me up.

But she surprised me when she said, "You know Mike, you're a real shithead."

"What?" I asked surprised.

She pulled me over so we were private and no one could hear. "You know I love you like a brother, right? And you introduced me to Sam. So I'm not judging you okay? But you pushed Jen to be with Ricky, and then you get pissed when she does exactly what you want. Is that fair?"

"Okay, okay, so I'm a jerk, I know that. Why are you saying this? Why does it matter now?"

She shook her head as if disappointed in me. "Mike, you never went to California after her. You never called her."

I gave her a WTF look. "Claire, she's with Ricky. She's in love with him. They're probably engaged by now. So what would be the point? Okay, I was stupid for hooking them up together. But once he was in the picture I never had a chance."

"God, you are so stupid!" Claire said frustrated. She made herself calm down and tried a different tack. "Remember when I called that first time, to ask you out? Didn't you ever wonder why I called you?"

I shrugged. "Ricky put you up to it. It was a big joke."

"It wasn't a joke you shithead! God!" she hissed angrily. Then again she forced herself to calm down. "I saw Jen dating Ricky, and I thought you were available. I asked Ricky for your number."

"Why?" I asked dumbfounded.

"Because you're a good guy," she said looking sheepish. "Mike, do you know how hard it is for a girl to find a good guy?"

I stood there stunned. Then I shrugged. I said "Claire, why are you telling me this now? Why does it matter? Jen's with Ricky in California."

Claire shook her head and looked at me like I was a complete idiot. "She's not with Ricky. She's not in California."

I gawked at her.

Still shaking her head, she said, "Mike, Jen's here in New York. She's been here for months."

My head spun, trying to process this. "Why didn't she call me?" I finally asked.

"Because she's all messed up. Thanks to you." Claire's eyes narrowed angrily at me. "Did you really call her a slut?"

************

I called Jen and we met for coffee the next day. She wore her hair down, no makeup. Jeans and a simple loose blouse. She'd lost weight. She'd always been slim, but now she looked frail and borderline unhealthy. She still looked gorgeous, but now so vulnerable. My heart went out to her, but I couldn't say it with my feelings so raw and confused.

"Why didn't you call me?" I asked.

She looked sad. "When I got home, you weren't there."

"I didn't think you were coming back."

We both sat there, first looking at each other, but that was too hard, so we both looked away. After a few moments I asked, "What happened Jen? Why did you go with him to California?"

She looked at me. "I needed to prove I was over him."

"Are you?" I said, bitterness in my voice. "Did you prove that to yourself?"

"Mike ..." she said looking imploring at me. "I needed to prove it to you."

I shook my head. What was she talking about? Finally I voiced what I was thinking. "I don't understand. You moved in with him ..."

"I never moved in with him," she said interrupting me. "I was already thinking about breaking up before Cancun. But then when I got home, you were so mean to me, and you threw out my rings ..."

She forced herself to calm down. "Then he got transferred to California." She paused. "You were making up things in your head ... I was afraid if we made up then, you'd think it was just because he was moving. It would hang over us. But if I went to California and came back, you'd believe I was over him."

"But then I got home and you weren't there," she added a tear falling down her cheek.

"I thought you'd left me."

"I told you I was just helping him get settled."

I shook my head. This made no sense. She'd given herself completely to him. I'd watched them, watched her respond to him, watched her kiss him, suck him, watched her orgasm again and again on his big cock. She'd let him do anything to her. Anything. "Did you fuck him in California?" I demanded cruelly.

"No, Mike, god!" she cried in despair. "I told you I broke up with him!" She pressed her palms against her eyes, as if reading the anger and bitterness in my head. "You can't – it's not – you can't hold it against me, what I did!" she cried tears running down her cheeks. "You were part of it! I'm not a slut! You can't call me that, it's not fair!"

I wanted to comfort her, but it was too hard. "Your hurt me so much Jen."

"You hurt me too!" she cried. "You were part of it Mike, all of it," she insisted again. "I always asked you first, about everything."

"You never asked me about Cancun!"

"Yes I did!" she insisted.

I thought back and realized she had asked, more than once. I just hadn't believed her. "You bought all new clothes ..."

"Mike ... he bought those for me."

"But you went to Cancun with him, you fucked him there," I said skeptically.

"Because you wanted me to!" she insisted. "You wanted to be with Claire!"

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"You know that was a fake!"

"I didn't know then!"

God, had all of this just been a misunderstanding? But no, there was more, the most important thing. "You fell in love with him."

"Mike ... you wanted me to, a little, didn't you?" she said looking pleadingly into my eyes. "I always told you it wasn't like how I love you. I always told you that." She hesitantly put her hand on mine.

Had I wanted her to fall in love with him? No, of course not! But ... I wanted her to have feelings for him. Is that love?

A long silence. Then she said "What now Mike?" She still had that pleading look in her eyes.

I looked at her, still angry and hurt. There'd be a lot to sort out. But I wasn't letting her get away.

I squeezed her hand. "It's been a hard year."

"Yeah, it has," she said squeezing back.

"You know, next week is our anniversary. Maybe we could go someplace, to celebrate?"

Her face lit up in a big smile. "I'd really like that."

We held hands, looking into each other's eyes. I took hold of both her hands and squeezed, and she squeezed back. Then we kissed.

~~ Epilogue ~~

Jen and I moved back into our loft apartment again. Things didn't return to normal immediately. We'd both hurt too much. We held hands a lot, kissed, took long walks, snuggled, and made love. It took time, but we were healing.

A few weeks after getting back together we were using our pet name for each other again, "baby." It might sound like a stupid thing to use as a measure of our healing, but it meant a lot to me when she called me baby again, and I could hear it from her with love in my heart (instead of anger and hurt). I think it meant even more to her when I called her baby back.

Soon after we got back together, she surprised me with her wedding and engagement rings. She'd retrieved them after I threw them out the window. I was overwhelmed. She'd been crying at the time when she left, and it touched me so much that even after I'd hurt her so bad, she'd taken the time to find the rings. I got on my knees and put them on her finger. I know it was goofy, but that's how moved I was. She cried when I put them on her, and we snuggled and kissed and made love all night long.

We talked a lot, about everything. As part of our healing we talked about our fantasies. We had to, they were too much of us now, we couldn't ignore them. We'd learned a lot about ourselves.

Jen loved the excitement of being bad. She liked the variety of other men. She liked a lot of sex, and she admitted she had probably turned into a size queen and was attracted to handsome men with hard bodies and big penises, and a latent submission streak turned on inside her with those alpha types. She couldn't have sex with the same man without emotions eventually developing. Also, she could easily lose herself in another man, at least until the infatuation wore off, and that was part of the thrill for her, the intimacy and romance. That's what happened with Ricky, although it did eventually wear off, although it took much longer than the 9 ½ weeks it did in the movie.

My fantasies were about her with other men, of course. My fantasies involved some humiliation. I liked it when she compared me to her lovers. I liked it when she flirted with men in front of men. I liked it when she ignored me in favor of her lovers. My most intense fantasies were when she developed emotions for her lover. The risk of losing her made it more exciting for me. The angst and jealousy made it more intense for me.

Obviously, we were a dangerous combination. Thinking back, what happened with Ricky was the perfect fantasy, for both of us. Yet it almost tore us apart. I'm not sure if we could ever play the Game again. I mean, where were the boundaries?

Jen gained her weight back, thank goodness. She was still slim, but healthy looking again. For my part, I started going to the gym to try to lose some weight.

Sometimes we talked about Ricky. I guess he did love her, in his own way. She probably still loved him somewhat too, like how you always have lingering feelings for an old girlfriend or boyfriend.

He was torn up when she broke up with him. He was a mess, that's why she felt she owed it to him to help him get settled in California. Mostly though she went to California (and then came back) to prove to me she was over him. She never fucked him after Cancun. I didn't feel sorry for Ricky. I shared my girl with him, and he paid me back by trying to steal her away.

She told me she hadn't worn stockings for him in Cancun. "He insisted I bring them, but I didn't wear them, it was too hot." She stroked my cheek and said, "I'd have worn them for you though." In fact, she brought the stockings home, still unopened in a zipper pocket I hadn't looked in. It wasn't about him though. "Stockings are expensive," she said.

I told her how hurt I was when she'd suggested I date other girls. She told me it'd been Ricky's idea. She said she became friends with Claire so she could keep tabs on me. She said she'd been jealous of Claire, but didn't think I could ever fall seriously for a brunette, not with my blonde obsession. That's why she got so upset when she got home from Cancun and saw Claire with blonde hair.

She'd always been kinda scatter brained when it came to taking her birth control pills. Often she forgot to take it a day or two, and it got worse once we got engaged since she figured it was okay if she got pregnant. A few weeks before Cancun her period was late. She got scared she was pregnant as around that time she'd been particularly bad taking the pill. Almost certainly it would've been Ricky's as they were fucking all the time and we were rarely having intercourse. Thank god her period was just late and she hadn't been pregnant. That had been a reality check for her, and the bubble of her infatuation with Ricky burst at that point and she started thinking about breaking up with him. When Jen told me this, I was sick to my stomach. Being Catholic, I knew she would've had the baby. Could we have survived if she'd been pregnant with his baby? At the same time, the thought of her belly getting big with Ricky's child got me hard. I never mentioned this in our pillow talk though because it frightened me too much.

I got really good eating her out. I'd lick and nibble on her clit, and as she got close, I'd stick a finger in her and find her g-spot (it wasn't too hard after I found it the first time). I'd lick her clit and rub her g-spot hard, and this never failed to give her a mind-blowing orgasm. I always paid a lot of attention to her breasts and nipples, and hit all her other erogenous zones like her ankles, behind her knees, and her neck below her ears. I also went to new places, like her sandbar and twirling my tongue around her anus. Maybe I didn't have the muscular physique or big cock like Ricky, but I wanted to give her just as much pleasure. She always rocked my world too, but seeing the look of satisfaction on her face after I made her cum was the reward I wanted the most.

When we went out men still hit on her. I mean, that'd never stopped, she was drop dead gorgeous. We were too fragile at first, but eventually we got our mojo back. I'd catch her looking at a handsome guy and tease her, and she'd blush. If the guy was bold enough to hit on her, she'd flirt with him a little. Afterwards she'd give me a sly smile. We'd always have great sex afterwards.

Our fantasies were too strong to keep bottled up forever. About 6 months after getting back together, I watched her fuck another man. We didn't plan it. We went to a party, one of those where you're invited but don't know many people. I went to get us drinks and when I came back a guy was talking to her. I could tell she was interested in him by her body language. I immediately hung back to watch them flirt. She saw me hanging back. She surreptitiously smiled at me, and then kept flirting with him. They slow danced, giving him a chance to check out her tight butt, and her a chance to feel his hard body and big cock pressed against her.

"Do you want to fuck him?" I asked her when he went to the bathroom. I knew she did, she had her cum face on.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yeah baby I wanna watch him fuck you."

We took turns kissing her in the cab as we drove to a hotel room (I didn't want to bring him back to our apartment because I didn't want him to know where we lived). The three of us started out in the bed, but then I held back to watch. She reached for my hand and held it as he entered and fucked her. He had a big cock and knew how to use it. She moaned and writhed under him as she had with Ricky. I knew she loved sex with me, but it was for the love, not the pleasure. This guy was all pleasure. The look on her face as she came was incredible. Knowing I couldn't satisfy her as well as other men hurt, but it excited me too. We made him wear a condom. She was on the pill but we didn't know him.

We had more hookups over the following weeks. It excited me watching her get dressed to tease and be seduced. Since they were strangers we always made them wear condoms.

The hookups were always exciting, but they were missing something. We kept them to one night stands. Even though they asked, I never let a guy have Jen more than once. No second hookups and certainly no dating. Both of us were afraid to go down that road again.

But our Game was missing something. For me, missing the edginess and danger. For Jen, missing the thrilling romance (also, I think she started feeling slutty with all the meaningless one night stands).

Jen's mentor at work was Gary, an older guy in his early 40s. He helped train Jen when she first started and they became friends. Sometimes they'd go for lunch. Jen had been an emotional mess before we got back together, and Gary stood up for her and kept her from getting fired (of course, he didn't know anything about Ricky, he only knew she was having problems with me).

Although he was almost 15 years older, Jen had always found him attractive. He married young and his wife tragically died in a car crash a few years before Jen met him. Around the office, he had the reputation of being a great guy and great in the sack (after his wife died he'd dated some of the girls in the office).

Jen confessed that after California, and before we got back together, she'd slept with Gary. They'd always been an attraction between them. Gary had never hit on her before, but at the time he'd thought Jen was available. Jen told me she'd gone to his apartment only because she was lonely and stricken over me. She said the sex had been incredible –just as good as Ricky– but she never went home with Gary again because she felt guilty and wanted me back.

"Do you want to fuck him again?" I asked. We'd been playing our Game again for a couple of months by this time.

"No ... I mean yes, but I don't want to lead him on. I think he's looking for a relationship."

My breath caught when she said "Relationship." I'd been thinking about finding that missing ingredient to our Game. "Maybe you should ask him out on a date," I hesitantly said.

She slowly turned her head to look at me. "Really?"

"What do you think? Are we ready for this?"

She pulled her legs to her chest and put her chin on her knees. "I'm not sure."

"Let me ask you something," I said. "If we hadn't gotten back together ... would you have dated him?"

"I don't know. I never thought about it. Maybe."

"But you like him."

"Yeah, but ... Mike ..."

I squeezed her hand. "I know. It's dangerous."

"Real dangerous," she said, squeezing my hand back.

"Do you think he could date a married girl? You could ask him."

She shuddered at the idea, but I think in a good excited way. "I don't know Mike. What if the same thing happens?"

"We've been through it once. We know more now." Thinking, I added "We'd have to talk more."

She nodded. "A whole lot more."

"Do you want to think about it?" I asked her.

"Do you?"

"Yeah," I said after thinking a moment. "I think so."

She paused. "Okay," she said hesitantly. "Then me too."

So we thought about it. And talked alot. And thought and talked a lot more.

And then ...

~~ The End ~~

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