Adultery Cheating and Rivals by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jen lifted her left foot and pressed her toe into Mike's stomach. "I bet you like this though."

Mike took his wife's pretty foot into his hands. Jen was wearing the new gold anklet under the stockings. "Yeah," he said with a dry throat as he caressed her ankle and the elegant arch of her slim foot. "I can't wait until tomorrow." Tonight it was just Jen and Frank; tomorrow night he would join them.

Jen had an idea. She knew how to keep Mike's thoughts on her. Giving him a teasing grin, she said "No playing with yourself tonight."

Mike grinned at her. "Now you're controlling my orgasms?" he said, emphasizing my.

"That's right mister," Jen told him with a playful scolding voice. "But I'm not a cruel mistress." She undid his pants and pulled out his cock. "Come here baby," she said, laying down on their bed and pulling him on top of her. She reached between their bodies and guided Mike into her.

"What about Frank?" Mike asked as he entered her. He knew Frank didn't like sloppy seconds. Mike's eyes rolled back into his head at the exquisite, velvety smoothness of his wife's pussy.

"He won't notice," Jen said, wrapping her arms around Mike's neck. God she needed this! She needed Mike inside her! She needed him to love her!

"You mean because I'm so small?" Mike said excitedly.

"Yeah because you're so small," Jen said shifting into the game. Then shifting out she said "I'm still your goddess right?"

"Yeah you're my goddess," Mike said, his words coming out like a moan. "But Frank's slut?"

"Yeah I'm his slut, I love fucking him," Jen said shifting in. Then shifting out, she hugged Mike tighter and said "Make love to me baby."

Afterwards, Mike watched Elmo with Anna and Maggie while Jen finished dressing. A little while later Jen came out of the bedroom. In keeping with the game, she wore her hair up. She wore one of Frank's dresses and underneath, his bra and panties. She wore his perfume. But on her left hand she wore her engagement and wedding rings. For once Mike didn't notice.

Before going Jen pulled Maggie aside. "You're seeing Frank tonight?" Maggie said with an excited smile. She found Jen's lifestyle incredibly exciting and fascinating.

"Yes," Jen said. She whispered, "Do me a favor. If Mike goes out, call me."

"What?" Maggie said, not understanding. "I think we're going for pizza later."

"No, if Mike goes out by himself," Jen whispered.

"What?" Maggie said. She really didn't understand now.

"Call me if Mike goes out by himself," Jen irritably snapped in a low voice. Why was this so hard to understand?

"... okay," Maggie said hesitantly. This was weird. It was like Jen didn't trust Mike. That bothered Maggie. Despite their swinging lifestyle, she considered Mike, Jen and Anna the perfect family. "Is something wrong?" she said looking concerned.

"Just do this for me," Jen whispered urgently.

"Alright," Maggie said looking confused and concerned. She didn't like this. Mike was her friend, just like Jen. Ultimately though, girls had to stick with girls so she would do this for Jen. She would spy on Mike.

Cheating and Rivals Part 55

To say Jen didn't enjoy sex with Frank wouldn't be accurate. She was reticent at first. But Frank knew her body too well. Soon Jen was responding to him. She kissed him back and returned his caresses. She moaned as Frank kissed up her neck and played with her nipple rings. That's how Jen came the first time. With Frank sucking her nipples and fingering her ass and clit.

Panting from her orgasm, Jen moved down Frank's muscular body. She stroked his cock. His heavy, thick manhood never failed to excite her. She licked and sucked him, reveling in his freaking incredible thickness.

She let Frank open her legs. She let him penetrate her. Jen loved the feeling of being stretched. Of being so full. That's what she loved most about fucking Frank Tower.

Jen let Frank fuck her. She fucked him back. She lost herself with him. For the moment she forgot about Mike. That was the problem with Jen. No matter what else was happening in her life, how bad things might be, great sex made her forget all of that. It was a testament to how much she was an addict for sex. And it had gotten her in trouble more than once.

Afterwards though, after Frank filled her with his cream and she was sated, thoughts and worries about Mike flooded back.

"What's troubling you?" Frank said as he tenderly stroked her long blonde hair.

Jen didn't want to get into it with Frank. He wasn't that kind of friend. Was he even a friend at all really? But she needed to talk to someone and obviously Allie was out of the question.

Feeling chilly and exposed, Jen got up and put on Frank's shirt (a button down white dress shirt). Then she sat crossed-legged on the bed (Indian style), facing him. "Mike got together with Allie," she told him.

Frank raised an eyebrow in surprise. He knew "together" meant sex of course. He studied Jenny, sensed her distress. He could tell this was serious for her, momentous even. Suddenly all the pieces came together.

All this time he'd concentrated on Jenny, getting HER to do things, in order to drive a wedge in her marriage. But now he realized he should've focused on Mike. He should've worked harder on getting Mike "together" with another girl.

Frank understood now - Mike's fidelity was a pillar of their marriage. The foundation of Jenny's trust and faith in him. Once that was gone, it would take just a nudge for their marriage to fall apart and crumble to the ground.

"Tell me what happened," Frank said gently. Frank was an exceptional businessman. He knew the art of closing a deal was patience. You nudged rather than pushed; suggested rather than ordered. Then you watched and waited, and course corrected until you got what you wanted. And what Frank wanted was Jenny.

"It happened on Christmas," Jen told him. "After I left you. I found them together."

Frank nodded like he was sympathizing with her. "Are they seeing each other?" he asked.

"I don't think so," Jen said. But she wasn't sure. She didn't know anything anymore. That's why she asked Maggie to call her if Mike went out alone.

"But they're talking to each other," he said, stating it like a fact rather than a question. He didn't know of course but it was a reasonable guess.

Jen looked at Frank. Then she nodded and said, "Mike says they're worried about me."

"Do you believe that?"

Jen shrugged but didn't say anything. She didn't know. That was the problem. Mike was her rock. The sun rose in the east. People lived and died. What went up always came down. That was Mike. He was consistent, predictable, reliable. He grounded her. He made everything possible in their lives. But now? She didn't know.

Then something occurred to Frank. He said "Is that why you're wearing stockings? And your wedding ring?"

Jen shrugged but still didn't say anything.

Frank understood immediately. He said "You're trying to win back Mike's interest. Keep his attention on you and not Allie."

Jen shrugged again.

Frank connected the dots in his head. He said "That's why you're here tonight. With me. You're playing into Mike's fantasies."

Jen braced herself. She assumed Frank was about to give her a guilt trip, about how she was using him, how they had something special, how she was disrespecting him. She steeled herself for the hurtful attack she expected from Frank.

But to her surprise Frank chuckled. "Alright, I understand," he said with a good-natured grin.

Jen looked at him with surprise. "You're not mad?" she asked.

To be honest, Frank WAS mad. He wanted Jenny for himself. The fact she was using him to keep her husband bothered him to the core. He was jealous and hurt. Big time hurt. At that moment he realized how much Jenny meant to him, and how much he wanted her. Really wanted her.

But Frank knew lashing out would be counterproductive. Sometimes in business (and life) you had to take 1 step back to take 2 steps forward. You had to be patient.

"I admit I'm jealous. Hurt too," Frank said, still wearing that good-natured smile. He knew it charmed Jenny when he opened up. Well, it was easy to look vulnerable now because that's how he felt. "But I understand." With another chuckle he added "From one manipulator to another I commend you."

Jen couldn't help a slight grin. But she quickly said "I'm not manipulating Mike. I'm just trying to show him I can give him what he wants better than Allie. Better than anyone."

Frank nodded, keeping the smile planted on his face. Jen's words tore into his heart - an unfamiliar feeling for him as he hadn't cared for a girl, really cared, since his wife Sally died. But again he told himself to be patient. It was time though, for a nudge. So he said "If I may say, I think your play is a touch off."

"How?" Jen asked with a slight tilt of her head.

"Wearing stockings and your rings," he said. "They dilute the impact of being with me you hope to have on Mike."

"Mike assumed you told me to wear stockings," Jen told him. Her voice cracking slightly, she said "My rings, it wasn't about the game ... I wanted to wear them."

Frank gave Jen an understanding nod. Inside though her words again caused him heartache.

With another forced smile he said "Still, my point is you might wish to consider ramping up your game. Until you're certain Mike has lost interest in Allie."

Jen pursed her lips at the possibility Mike might still be interested in Allie. She said "I don't want to push too hard. That's what led to Mike getting together with Allie."

Frank inwardly frowned at Jen's use again of "together" as a euphemism for sex. The thought of her husband having sex with another girl so disturb her she couldn't even say the word. Still, he was pleased with the direction of this conversation. He said "Upon reflection, our mistake was allowing Mike to leave Christmas evening." Frank purposely said "our" to show Jenny they were in this together.

"That's true," Jen lamented.

"In the future, we'll be better," Frank said, purposely using "we." THEY were the team, Frank and Jenny, not Mike and Jen.

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"Thanks Frank," Jen said with an appreciative smile. She was so grateful for his understanding and support she hugged him. To Jen it was a hug among friends. It was more to Frank though. He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent as he hugged her tight.

Frank realized something. It was unthinkable yet he wasn't able to deny his feelings.

He loved Jenny.

Was it possible, after all his sins - especially the way he treated Sally and Sophie - God would grant him another opportunity to fall in love?

Trying to keep his voice steady and unemotional, Frank said "My point is simply this. Now may be a good time to play more into Mike's fantasies. To divert his attentions away from Allie and towards you." Feeling anxious - another unfamiliar feeling for him - he forced an indifferent voice and said "You can spend more time with me, for example. An extra night a week. Perhaps a weekend getaway."

Jen pursed her lips at the idea. Yes, that would definitely add fuel to the fire of Mike's cuckold fantasies. But the last thing she wanted was more time apart. She needed Mike right now. Desperately needed him. Being apart tonight and tomorrow while with Frank was agony for her. Her "Mike Meter" needed filled up, although Jen didn't think of it in those terms.

Still, Frank was being sweet so she didn't want to reject his idea outright. She said "Yeah, maybe. Let me think about it."

Frank couldn't help breaking into a big grin at the prospect of more time with Jenny. Then his good mood was crushed when Jen said "Frank I can't keep this." She took off his tennis bracelet and handed it to him. "Mike's really bothered by it."

Frank frowned. Mike again. Always Mike. His patience was at a breaking point. But again he told himself to be patient. "I understand," he said with a forced smile. "I'll hold it for you. It's yours whenever you want it."

"I won't want it," Jen told him.

"You never know," Frank said, the fake smile still on his face. "You might want it in the future."

"I guess, maybe," Jen said giving him a weak smile.

Frank pulled Jen into his arms. He began making love to her. Jen didn't resist. In fact, after a few moments she returned his kisses and caresses. That's how she was. Despite her worries about Mike her body was always easily seduced. Frank wasn't able to get hard again. But he made Jen cum with his lips, tongue and fingers.

Afterwards Frank hugged Jen to him. Again she didn't resist. In fact, being in his strong arms was comforting. Emotionally exhausted, Jen fell asleep as Frank gently stroked her long blonde hair, their naked bodies pressed tightly together.

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The next night - Saturday evening - did not go well. Jen tried to make it good for Mike. She wore one of Frank's dresses and panties underneath, and went braless so the nipple rings showed. She wore her hair up and the Jenny perfume. She took off her wedding rings and wore Frank's diamond necklace.

As always on these Saturday night "threesomes," Jen and Frank were supposed to be the couple with Mike the tag-along friend. Mike wanted Jen to make him feel like a 3rd wheel to play into his cuckold fantasies. He wanted to watch Jen with her "boyfriend" Frank, not just having sex, but also on a romantic date.

But Jen missed Mike so much she immediately went to him in the restaurant. She sat with Mike instead of Frank and held his hand the entire time. The waitress and anyone looking probably thought Jen and Mike were the married couple. Which of course they were but that wasn't the way the game was supposed to be played.

Jen's sex with Frank later that evening was a disaster too. Yes, Frank pleasured her body. Yes, she came. But both Mike and Frank could tell her heart wasn't into it and she was just going through the motions. It was a disappointing evening for all of them, just like the last time.

Jen went home with Mike rather than staying over with Frank (which was the original plan). Frank urged her to stay but Jen wanted - needed - to be with her husband.

Mike didn't say anything but Jen felt the sting of his disappointment. Later in bed in their loft apartment she tried to initiate sex but Mike couldn't get hard. That alarmed and distressed her. It fueled her insecurities that Mike wasn't hot for her unless they were playing the game. And she worried the girl Mike really wanted was Allie, not her.

Mike was just as distraught as Jen. Even though she took it back, he wasn't able to forget her biting criticism - "now you're no better than Colin." Because he WASN'T any better than Colin. He cheated on her, with her best friend no less. To Mike, the fact Jen wasn't into the game showed she hadn't forgiven him yet. She didn't trust him. With all that weighing on him, of course he couldn't get hard.

The following weeks were difficult. They barely spoke unless with Anna. It was like they were drifting apart with an impenetrable wall between them. Their sex life was non-existent; they barely touched, not even holding hands. There was no talk of seeing Frank or playing the game at all.

Mike threw himself into work, both Apple and CATF. It was hard though. He felt anxious all the time, like the walls were closing in on him. He talked to Dr. Gupta a lot, trying to hold things together.

Dr. Gupta's advice to Mike was simple: he needed to make things right with Jen. Dr. Gupta said, after countless hours talking with Mike and studying his case, Jen was the key to his good mental health and happiness. But Mike didn't need a doctor to tell him that; he already knew it. The problem was, he didn't know how to make things right. He cheated on Jen. There's no do-over for that.

Jen cried a lot; constantly. She stopped going to work. Not that it mattered, with all her clients transferred to other people.

Jen ignored Allie's calls and texts. It was hard though as more than ever, she needed her best friend. But was Allie still her best friend? Were they even friends anymore? These doubts made Jen feel even worse.

Jen began wondering if her marriage was going to end up like Allie's. In divorce. But that was unthinkable. She wasn't going to lose Mike again. She might as well die. But she couldn't die, because Anna needed her.

It was then Jen knew she had to do something drastic. She and Mike needed to get beyond this. She wanted - needed - to be Mike's goddess again; his center of the universe. Maybe if Jen wasn't so distraught and desperate she would've decided something else. But she WAS distraught and desperate.

So that night after putting Anna down Jen handed Mike a business card. "I ran into him," she said.

Mike looked at the card. "Ricky?" he said shocked. "He's here?"

"Somehow Frank transferred him here," Jen said. With a shrug she added "You know. His power games. Ricky's not real happy about it."

"Did you do anything with him?" Mike asked.

"No Mike," Jen sighed with exasperation, bothered he would think that. When it came to the game - to sex - Mike always thought the worse of her. Of course she wouldn't hook up with Ricky without talking to Mike first. Especially not with the issues they were having.

They were silent for long moments. Then Jen looked at her husband and asked "Should I have?"

"You were tempted in AC," he reminded her.

Jen shrugged but didn't respond. Mike had to say it. She wasn't teasing or playing hard to get. He had to say it, because that would mean he was interested in her again. That she was his goddess again. That he still loved her.

"Should I call him?" Mike asked.

"Is that what you want?" Jen asked.

"What do you want?"

"I want what you want," Jen answered as they spared with each other.

Another silence passed between them. Jen saw excitement in Mike's face. But uncertainty and conflict too. Sensing he needed some encouragement, she asked "You still want me to have a second boyfriend?"

Mike's eyes opened wide. "You think Ricky?" he asked.

"I'm pretty sure he'd be up for it," Jen said. She smiled at the double entendre. Mike smiled back. It was their first genuine smile in weeks.

"You'd be up for it too right?" Mike asked. He put his hand on Jen's thigh.

Jen's heart leaped. It was the first time he'd touched her sexually in weeks. More importantly for Jen, the first affection Mike had shown her in a while. She grinned and said "It wouldn't suck." They shared a laugh. As they laughed they reached for each other. They held hands and then hugged.

They were being affectionate to each other again. The wall between them crumbling down. Jen felt Mike's love again. Mike felt Jen's forgiveness. They weren't back to normal. Both were still insecure and unsure about the other. But it was a start.

Their hug turned into a kiss. The kiss turned into making out and fondling. Jen reached down. Her heart leaped as she felt him. He was hard!

"I'll call Ricky tomorrow," Mike said between kisses as he urgently unbuttoned Jen's blouse and pulled down her panties. "Set it up for this weekend."

"We can't," Jen said. With as much urgency she worked on Mike's belt and zipper. "I've got Jasmine's thing tomorrow," she reminded him.

"Yeah, right, okay," Mike said as he kicked off his pants and boxers. He got between Jen's legs. "Next weekend then?"

"Yes, definitely," Jen said. They were both panting now. She reached between them and guided Mike's cock to her pussy. Her heart filled with joy as he entered her. At that moment she didn't care about Ricky or Frank or any other man. All she cared about was Mike. And he was hard and inside her. He loved her again!

The next day, while Jen was at Jasmine's event, Mike stared at Ricky's card for what seemed like hours. Finally, making a decision, he dialed the number. "Hello Ricky?" he said. "Yeah it's me. Mike Andrews."

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Cheating and Rivals Pt. 56-60

Cheating and Rivals Part 56

Frank pulled Jen aside. "Where have you been?" he asked. "You haven't returned my calls."

"It's been difficult," Jen whispered. "Me and Mike."

Frank slowly nodded, processing her words, reading her emotions. He was annoyed and hurt by her absence. Big time hurt. He missed her immensely. But he realized this wasn't the time to lash out. It was clear she and Mike were going through a difficult time. The impact of Allie was greater than he anticipated; she was driving a wedge between them. Their marriage was on the brink of collapse.

"Be patient," Frank told himself. Jenny Johnson was almost his.

Trying to look supportive, Frank squeezed her arm consolingly and asked "How can I help?"

"Nothing now," Jen said. She gave him a weak, grateful smile and said "Thanks for being there." She was worried, distracted by the prospect of Mike calling Ricky today. What if Ricky talked about California? But then, maybe that would be a good thing. She wanted Mike jealous. Jealousy was a good thing because it meant Mike loved her. It kept his attention on her.

"You'll share my room at the rally?" Frank asked. The rally had been Jasmine's big announcement today. Finally, after months of hard campaigning and her numbers strong among almost all groups of voters, the President had announced his support for her. Most pundits now considered Jasmine a lock to be the Democratic candidate for New York's Senate seat. The rally was going to mark the start of her campaign against the Republican candidate and the President had agreed to attend.

Jen thought about it. Mike wanted to keep playing the game, and he wanted her to have 2 boyfriends. All Jen wanted was for them to be good again. To make things right she'd do whatever Mike wanted. So Frank and Ricky. Well, fine, it certainly wouldn't be hardship duty. She wasn't sure how her top/bottom relationship with Frank would work with Ricky involved. Both were uber-confident, alpha men. But really she didn't care. She just wanted things to be good with Mike again.

"Alright then," Jen said with a hesitant smile.

Frank smiled back. He whispered "I have a room upstairs. Come up with me, after this is over."

Once again Jen considered. What would Mike want? She knew immediately of course. He would want her to go up with Frank of course. "Okay," Jen whispered.

Normally she'd fuck Frank without telling Mike beforehand. He was her bottom after all, and anyways, Mike knew a romp in bed was always possible whenever she was with Frank. But these weren't normal times. She felt on eggshells with Mike after what happened with Allie. Also, it wouldn't hurt to keep his thoughts and attention on her. So Jen took out her iPhone and texted to Mike: "Going with Frank to his room. Will be home late."

Jen thought about it, then added "Don't wait up." She hit send. She knew of course that her husband would be awake when she got home later that night.

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"Jen told me you ran into her," Mike said to Ricky over the phone. He had just put Anna down for the night.

"A couple of times," Ricky said, thinking about Atlantic City as well as recently at Starbucks. "Your friend Frank's an ass."

Mike decided not to tell him Frank Tower wasn't a friend. He said "How's the new job?"

"Hate it," Ricky said. Then he admitted "Working at the Pentagon is pretty cool. Things are intense now. I can't really talk about it."

Mike silently nodded. He knew Ricky was probably talking about the "Twins" threat. At the moment though he wasn't interested in that. He didn't know how to start the conversation though, not with all the history there.

Ricky helped when he said "Let's get together."

Mike knew he was talking about the three of them. He said "I shared Jen with you. Then you tried taking her from me."

"Didn't work," Ricky said with an awkward laugh. "Look, you can't blame a guy, right? Jen told me you never stopped swinging. You saying no one else tried?"

Mike was silent for a few moments as he thought about Tom and Drums, Clint, probably Frank now. Ironically, the person he hated the most - Scott - never tried stealing Jen away, he just wanted a fun time. Finally Mike admitted "Yeah, other guys tried."

Ricky was silent as if processing that. Then he asked "And you still swing?" It was like an accusation. Like saying "Men try to steal your wife yet you still share her? What are you, an idiot?"

Mike said "We're into the excitement. It's not for everyone."

"Well, you're still together so it must be working for you," Ricky said. He had a lot of divorced friends. A lot.

Mike barely heard Ricky. He was still thinking about how men tried to steal Jen away. It was Mike who encouraged Jen to get close, to think of them as boyfriends and not just lovers. Was it that farfetched then that those men tried to steal Jen away for their own? No, it wasn't at all farfetched given Jen's beauty and intoxicating personality. In fact, it was entirely predictable. Given that, why did Mike continue to push his wife into these close, intimate relationships with other men when the outcome was predictable?

Mike knew the answer. It was because this was the core of the cuckold fantasy - the risk of losing your wife to another man. Maybe his insecurities were driving his desires. Maybe he needed to see Jen tempted by another man and then come back to him, like that movie Indecent Proposal.

"Mike you still there?" Ricky said over the phone.

"Yeah, sorry," Mike sputtered; he was still thinking. Was this why he wanted to see Jen with Ricky again? Because he suspected Jen almost left him for Ricky, back when she went with him to California? And he needed Jen tempted by Ricky again, to see her choose him again?

"What happened in California?" Mike abruptly asked.

Ricky froze. At one time he and Mike were friends. Maybe they still were at some level. How do you tell your friend you tried to fuck him over?

Mike frowned when Ricky didn't respond. His silence told him a lot. "Are you with anyone?" he asked.

Ricky was relieved to change the subject. "Off and on," he said. "Almost got married once, believe it or not. But it didn't work out. No one right now. I have a few friends here. From when I was stationed here. They try to set me up. Haven't met anyone yet."

Mike nodded, remembering. Jen knew some of those friends. She went with Ricky to Paul and Melody's wedding. Then to Paul's funeral when he was killed soon after in Afghanistan. (See He Fucked My Girl, Part 8.)

Mike said "So you want to see Jen again?" His heart was pounding and there was a lump in his throat.

"Yes, I do," Ricky said without any hesitation. He said bluntly "Do you want to see me and Jen together again?"

Mike's cock jerked in his pants. This was Ricky. Jen had fantasized about him while they dated. She needed little convincing to fuck him. Ricky was the first man to fuck Jen on their wedding night (and the only man to make her cum) and she leaped at the chance to fuck him again after they got back from their honeymoon. Jen went with Ricky to LA and probably almost stayed with him. It was incredibly dangerous. But then, so was Frank. So was Drums. So was all of the game.

"Yes," Mike said, his voice dry with excitement. He was silent for a few moments as he tried to compose himself. Then he said "You only see her with me, or when I say. Never behind my back."

"Sure," Ricky said with a shrug, as if saying "your girl, your rules." "When can we get together?"

Mike hesitated. He could still stop this. But he said "Next weekend."

After hanging up with Ricky, Mike got a text from Jen. It said "Going with Frank to his room. Will be home late. Don't wait up. Love you, J."

Mike stared at the text for a long time. This is what he wanted, right? Jen into the game again. Because that meant she was over what happened with Allie.

And next weekend she would have Ricky too. Both Ricky and Frank. Two boyfriends. Exactly what Mike wanted.

So why wasn't he happy? He was excited. He was hard. But he wasn't happy.

Mike poured himself a scotch and turned on ESPN. He sat in front of the TV, the cuckold waiting for his beautiful wife to return from her lover.

Jen got home well past midnight. Mike leaped up at the sound of the key in the door. The door opened and he saw his wife's beautiful face. She smiled and whispered "Hey baby. You didn't have to wait up."

"Of course I waited up," Mike whispered back. They were whispering because Anna was asleep. They hugged and kissed hello.

"How was it?" Mike asked as he stroked her back.

"Awesome," Jen said grinning. "Tired though."

"Oh," Mike said disappointed. She wanted to go to sleep without playing? Without talking?

Jen saw his disappointment. She gave her husband an encouraging smile. "Let me check on Anna," she said.

Mike and Jen quietly went into Anna's room. She was sound asleep. Then they went into their bedroom and got in bed. Jen snuggled into Mike's arms.

"You smell like Frank," Mike said sniffing Jen's soft blonde hair.

"You like that right?" Jen said with an uncertain laugh.

"You know I do," Mike said kissing the top of her head. "You had fun?"

"Mmm hmm," Jen said, her cheek pressed into Mike's chest.

"What did you do?" Mike asked as he caressed her back. He traced along her bra line. "You still have your bra," he joked with a grin.

"I was afraid I might run into someone from Jasmine's campaign," she said.

"You didn't though?" Mike asked. He was still tracing his fingertips along her bra line.

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"No, everyone had already gone home," she said, relief in her voice.

"By now everyone probably suspects anyway?"

Jen rose up so now her chin was on Mike's chest. This way they were able to look at each other. "Yeah, I guess," she said. "Does that excite you?"

"Yes," Mike admitted. He knew it was selfish to feel that way though, as Jen took the blunt of people thinking she was a cheating wife. "Does it bother you?"

Jen searched her emotions, then said honestly "No." By now she was used to rumors, and anyway she had bigger worries. "As long as it excites you ...," she added, moving her hand to Mike's crotch. He was hard of course. She rubbed him over his pants. "Frank came inside me," she said. She felt his cock jerk.

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

"Yeah," Jen said. "He came a lot. He always does."

Mike moved his lips to Jen's. They kissed and were soon making out. As they kissed they fondled and undressed each other.

Mike got up on an elbow so he was able to see his wife's pussy. Her lips were swollen and wet. "He fucked you hard," he said as he caressed his fingers along her inner thigh.

"He always does," Jen said, parting her legs for her husband.

"Do you feel it when he cums inside you?"

"Yes," Jen said. "It feels good."

"That's why you like bareback," Mike said.

"Everyone likes bareback better," Jen said with a grin. "But yeah, that's part of it. When a guy cums a lot ... especially if he's big so he's way inside me ... when he cums it feels awesome. Not like a orgasm, different, but really good." Jen shivered at the memory of the sensation, then laughed at herself. "I don't know," she said searching for words to describe the sensation. "It's like an explosion inside me. Sometimes it's so intense it makes me gasp."

"You gasp?" Mike asked, intrigued. Jen had never described in so much detail how it feels when a big cummer shoots off inside her.

"Yeah, it's like, ugh!" Jen said with a giggle. "That only happens when a guy cums a lot."

"It made you cum?"

"With Frank tonight? No, not then. Sometimes I do but not tonight. I came before him. It still felt good though."

"You came on his cock?"

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh.

"What's so funny?" Mike asked.

"Just how you say things," Jen said smiling back at him. She'd heard it a million times now but it still made her laugh.

Mike grinned. Then his eyes wandered back to her pussy. He gently stroked a finger between her lips. They glistened from Frank's cum.

"Let me taste it," Jen said.

"You want to?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yeah," Jen purred with a seductive arch of her back. Just like Mike, talking about the game turned her on. She was getting hot. She also wanted to give Mike a show. She brought one hand to her breast to play with herself, and the other to Mike's shoulder, as if urging him to do as she said.

Mike didn't have to be asked twice. He had a fascination with the sperm of other men, when on or inside his wife. He pushed a finger into Jen's pussy. It was easy as she was loose after fucking Frank's thick cock. He rotated his finger and then pulled it out. His finger was wet with Frank and Jen's sex juices, and on his finger tip was a dollop of milky white sperm.

"Yeah give it to be baby," Jen said with a husky voice. Her eyes were heavy lidded and she was gently playing with the stud in her nipple.

Mike offered his finger Jen. She immediately parted her sexy lips and welcomed him in. She sucked and licked his finger like she was a baby feeding from her mother's breast.

"What does he taste like?" Mike asked.

"All men taste different," Jen told him. "Frank has a strong taste." With a giggle she added "It always makes me think about Italian suits and leather shoes when I taste him."

Mike slowly nodded. He never knew cum had such nuances, like fine wine. "What do I taste like?" he asked.

"You taste sweet," Jen said. "When I taste you, I think of us."

Mike's lips parted in surprise. They looked at each other. At that moment, they felt intense love for each other, they felt like they were together again, connected. They were good again.

But Mike wasn't like Jen. He couldn't hold things in. Secrets - especially secrets from Jen - tore at his soul. So he blurted out "There was one other time with Allie. I figured her."

Jen immediately went cold. She sat up in bed and pulled the sheets up to her chin. "What did she do to you?" she asked with a cold voice.

"Nothing," Mike said honestly.

"Did she offer?" Jen asked.

"... yes," Mike admitted after a moment's hesitation.

Jen was silent as she processed this. Then she said "What else?"

"Some touching," Mike said, wanting to admit it all and get it over with. "But nothing ,,, intimate."

Jen was angry, hurt, jealous. Lashing out, she said "So, let me get this straight. You get Allie off twice and you get nothing. God Mike how pathetic. I was wrong. You're nothing like Colin. He always made sure he got as much as he gave."

Mike sat in bed, frozen, not saying anything. It was probably the lowest point of his life. And then it came. The debilitating anxiety. The feeling of walls crushing in on him. It was like dark storm clouds surrounding and engulfing him. It was at these times he didn't know if he had the will to live.

Suddenly Jen's arms were around him. She was sobbing into his chest and saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

Mike didn't understand. Why was she crying? Why was she sorry? After all, he was the cheat, the liar.

But the why didn't matter. All that mattered was Jen was in his arms. And he felt her love. That was enough to push back the walls. It was enough to make the clouds part and the bright, brilliant sun to shine though.

After a while Jen calmed down. "I guess I'd rather know," she said. "Thank you for telling me." After a moment she admitted "You're better at honesty than me."

"I understand better now," Mike said. "How easy it is to ... hold things back."

"Yeah ..." Jen agreed in a soft voice. Their bodies were pressed together but the sheet was between them. She pulled back the sheet so now they hugged skin-to-skin. Wanting to be even closer, Jen wrapped her leg over his. Mike felt a wetness. It was from Frank leaking from her pussy. He immediately got hard again. Jen felt his hardness. Without a word she wrapped her hand around his shaft and slowly stroked him.

"You're okay about Allie?" Mike asked.

"I don't know," Jen said. Continuing to stroke him, she said "Let's not talk about it now."

"It's just - I hate it hanging over us," Mike said, feeling the dark clouds lingering. "I want to get passed it."

"I know, I do too," Jen said. "But I can't help how I feel. I'll get over it. It'll just take time."

Mike hesitated, then warily said "I'm worried about Allie. The divorce. Without you she's all alone."

Jen was about to snap at Mike but she bit her tongue. She didn't want to argue. She said "Allie's a big girl and she has lots of friends. She's got her parents. She'll be fine."

"But ... maybe you can talk to her," Mike suggested. "I know it's asking a lot but -."

"No Mike," Jen said firmly. This time she did snap and anger flared in her. But she forced the anger away. She didn't want to fight with Mike. In a calmer voice she said "Let's talk about something else. Don't you want to hear about Frank?"

Mike still felt the wetness as Jen's pussy pressed against his thigh. He'd softened talking about Allie but now he was hard again. Looking into his eyes, Jen licked spit on her hand for lubrication and began slowly stroking him again.

Breathing hard, Mike gently fingered her pussy (knowing she was probably sore after getting fucked hard by Frank). He asked "You use a sponge?"

"Yes."

"It's still inside you?"

"Yes, you have to leave it in overnight," Jen said as she continued to slowly stroke him.

"Right now you're safe though?" he asked.

"Yeah but better extra safe than sorry."

"Does Frank know?"

"Only you know baby," Jen said with a soft kiss to her husband's lips. Actually, Allie also knew she was using the sponge. But she didn't mention that. She didn't want to think about Allie.

"What about next weekend?" Mike asked.

Jen counted days in her head; she'd be ovulating, or just before. "Not safe," she said. She felt Mike's cock jerk in her hand.

Mike was silent. Eventually Jen asked "What?"

"We're seeing Ricky next weekend," Mike reminded her.

Jen's lips parted as she remembered. She felt a tingle run down her back. "You talked to him?" she asked. When Mike nodded, she said "What'd he say?"

"He wants to see you," Mike said.

Jen hesitated as she felt the tingle again. Now it was in her pussy as well as her back. "And you want me to see him," she asked. They both knew "see" meant "fuck."

"Yes," Mike said, excitement in his voice; in his cock too. Jen was still slowly stroking her husband. He was as hard as he'd ever been.

"What about California?" she asked.

"You're not leaving me again, right?" he joked with a smile.

"That's not funny Mike," she said sourly.

"So?"

"So you're really okay with Ricky now?"

"Maybe I wanna let him fuck you one more time, to show him what he's missing," Mike said with a grin.

"You're so full of shit," Jen said with a laugh. "So this is your way of getting back at him? Letting him fuck me?"

"Let me guess - it wouldn't suck right?" Mike joked, using the expression his wife often used.

"No it wouldn't suck," Jen agreed with another laugh. "God, you're obsessed with my old boyfriends," she lamented. "And yeah, right, like it would only be one time," she added, knowing her husband.

Mike shrugged and said "He'll be your boyfriend number 2."

"My god Mike," Jen lamented.

"I know what you're thinking," Mike said. "But I know Ricky's safe."

"How?"

"Because you already chose me," Mike said, looking into Jen's eyes.

Jen's lips parted, not knowing what to say.

"I guess I AM obsessed with your old boyfriends," Mike continued. "It's more exciting playing with guys we know, especially guys you've been with before. I know there's chemistry so there's risk. But you've already picked me over them. So I don't get bad hurt. At least not real bad hurt."

"I don't want you hurt at all," Jen said softly.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mike shrugged. "You know that's a big part of it for me," he said. "Sometimes we go over the line. That's okay. As long as we reconnect after." He grinned and added "As long as I get to refill my Jen meter."

"Your what?" Jen asked with a half laugh.

"That's what I call it," he said grinning.

"Okay, whatever," Jen said with another laugh and a playful roll of her eyes.

Mike cupped Jen's breast, carefully rubbing her pierced nipple with his thumb. "So Friday night with Ricky?" he asked.

Jen pursed her lips, thinking. "Anna should sleepover with Maggie," she suggested.

"That means yes?" he asked, hopeful since she was thinking about how to do it rather than whether to do it.

"I need to talk to Frank," Jen said. Friday night through Sunday morning were usually Frank's time with her (although not as much recently, since Christmas night).

"He can't complain," Mike said. "He's been trying to hook you up with Ricky. He got him transferred here."

"That's true," Jen said with a half laugh. Frank was more obsessed with her old boyfriends than Mike. She looked seriously at her husband. "We'll have to be really careful," she said, referring to the fact this weekend was her most fertile time of the month.

"Yeah," Mike agreed. "But we'd be careful no matter who it was."

Jen nodded. That was true.

Mike moved on top of her. Jen automatically opened her legs and reached between them, guiding his cock into her.

"You're loose," Mike moaned as he pushed inside her. He was referring to how Frank stretched her pussy with his thick cock earlier.

"I'll be loose after Ricky too," she told him.

"He's as thick as Frank?" Mike asked.

"No, but he's thick enough," Jen said. She added, "From what I remember."

Mike stopped moving and looked at her. "Did you fuck him? You can tell me, I won't get mad," he said.

"You mean recently?" Jen said. "No Mike. I didn't, I swear."

Mike started rocking back and forth again but he continued to stare into her face. "You said you didn't have sex in California," he said. "You can tell me if you did. I won't get mad."

"I didn't Mike," Jen said. "I swear."

Mike saw something in her face though. Apprehension? Guilt?

After cumming, Mike spooned Jen and eventually fell asleep. But Jen couldn't sleep. She thought about Friday night with Ricky. She had mixed feelings. But that was in her head and heart. Her body was different. Her body tingled at the prospect of being with Ricky again.

She looked over her shoulder at Mike. She studied him for long moments, looking at his closed eyes, listening to his regular breathing. Yes, he was asleep.

Jen had cum earlier with Frank but now she was hot again. Closing her eyes, she moved her hand to her pussy and began playing with herself. She fantasized about Ricky as she rubbed her clit. Her body shuddered as she came. She quickly looked back at Mike. She was relieved to see him still asleep.

She hadn't thought about Ricky in years. Well, that wasn't entirely true. She thought about him sometimes. Like, if she was reading a travel magazine and saw an advertisement for Cancun. Or if she was in LA for work, or in a bar they used to go to. Sometimes she thought about Ricky when she was putting on stockings. Or - and this always scared her - if there was a story on the news about a Marine dying overseas. Given their history it was impossible not to think about him sometimes.

She had a lot of good memories. A lot not so good too. It was ironic that Ricky might be the one to bring Mike and her back together. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and eventually fell asleep.

Cheating and Rivals Part 57

"I can't see you this weekend," Jen told Frank over the phone. "I'm seeing Ricky Friday night."

Frank frowned. "So Saturday then," he said.

"No Frank," Jen said firmly. "It's your fault, you got him transferred here. And it was your idea upping the game."

"I hoped that meant we'd spend more time together, not less," Frank said with disapproval in his voice. "This is unacceptable Jenny."

"I'm sorry," Jen said frustrated. "There's only so much I can do. We'll get together next week. I promise."

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

Allie hesitantly knocked on Jen's office door. "Hey," she said.

"Oh, hey," Jen said back.

For a moment they looked warily at each other. Then Allie stepped in and closed the door. "So, it's official," she said with a forced grin. "I'm divorced."

"So fast?" Jen asked, surprised.

"Darren started the process a while ago," Allie said with a shrug, her eyes welling up with tears.

"I'm sorry Allie," Jen said.

"It's okay," Allie said wiping away the tears with the back of her hand. "It's better this way. But, ah, want to get a drink tonight?" She forced a grin and said "To celebrate my new singleness?"

Jen looked down. She said "Mike told me the other things you did. It's not your fault, it's mine. But I can't Allie. I love you. I want to be there for you. But I can't."

Allie stared at Jen, tears falling down her cheeks. "Okay," she said in a barely audible, resigned voice. "Okay," she said again, wiping away the tears. "It's just ... we were together ... things just happened."

Jen looked away, grimacing. She didn't want to hear this, another woman talking about being with Mike. It hurt. She didn't want to hear it.

An awkward silence formed between them. An impenetrable wall. "Okay then," Allie said in that resigned voice again. Tears were falling down her cheeks. "I'll see you around then?"

"Yeah," Jen said. Now tears were falling down her cheeks too.

Allie opened the door and backed out of the room. She took a last look at Jen and then left. When she was gone Jen cried for a long time.

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

Thursday night in bed Mike caressed Jen over the white nightie. "Ricky called me," he said. "He confirmed for tomorrow."

"He confirmed?" Jen said with a laugh. She said teasingly, "What am I, a dinner reservation?"

Mike grinned and said "You're dessert." They both laughed at the clichéd joke.

Mike continued to fondle Jen's breasts over the nightie. Jen took it off, then pulled down his boxers. He was hard. She moved down his body and took him into her mouth.

Jen easily swallowed all of him. Mike noticed and, playing the game, he said "Tomorrow you'll have a bigger cock to play with." The words came out like a moan as Jen licked and sucked him.

Jen looked up at him. "Let's just be us tonight," she said. Tomorrow might be Ricky. Frank later that week. But tonight she just wanted her husband.

"Just us?" Mike said. "No Frank or Ricky?"

"Yes," Jen said. "No game tonight. Just us."

"Okay," Mike said. He turned Jen onto her back and pulled her VS cotton panties down her long shapely legs. He parted her legs and went down on her.

Jen moaned at the feel of her husband's skilled tongue. God when was the last time he did this? So long she couldn't remember - before Frank's "no cumming with Mike" command. But ... she didn't want this. She wanted Mike inside her. She wanted to be connected.

"No, baby," she said, putting her hand on his head. "Come here baby," she said pulling him to her.

"I thought no Frank," Mike said sourly as he moved on top of her.

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"You're not going to let me make you cum?" Mike said, referring to Frank's "no orgasm with Mike" command.

"That's not it," Jen said, reaching between their bodies and guiding him into her. "I want you inside me."

Mike moaned as he entered his wife. Her pussy had returned to its normal tightness (after fucking Frank that weekend) and its smooth silkiness was exquisite.

It wasn't Jen's intention - she truly did want to be just her and Mike tonight - but he still felt like he wasn't allowed to make her cum. That hurt, but she was showing him so much attention and affection it wasn't anywhere close to bad hurt. So the feeling of denial turned him on, like pouring gasoline on the flames of his cuckold desires.

"I won't last," he warned as he rocked back and forth inside her.

"It's okay, cum baby," she urged, hugging him tight. She wrapped her arms around him and they kissed as they made love. He came after just a few minutes. Jen held him tight as he panted and recovered from his orgasm.

"I didn't make you gasp," Mike said with a smile.

"What?"

"I didn't cum enough to make you gasp," he said still wearing the rueful smile.

"God I never should have told you that," Jen said with a half laugh. "You came inside me though. Maybe we just made a baby."

"Yeah, maybe," Mike said. But he didn't believe it. He didn't cum enough. And, the test said he was infertile.

Jen sensed his doubt. To be honest she wasn't sure either. She hugged him tight and said "I just wanted to make love tonight." She kissed him on the lips. "I love you baby," she said tenderly.

"I love you too baby," Mike said. They kissed and snuggled. Eventually Jen rolled to her side and Mike spooned her. She hugged Mike's arm tightly to her bosom. They fell asleep that way, their naked bodies pressed together.

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

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mike took Anna to Maggie's apartment to sleep-over. When he returned to the loft apartment Jen was dressing for her date with Ricky. Mike silently walked to the bedroom and looked inside. Jen had one leg up on a chair, her pretty foot arched on the cushion, carefully rolling up a silk stocking. Then she repeated the process with her other leg.

"Stockings tonight?" Mike asked.

Jen practically jumped at his voice. "God you scared me," she gasped.

"Sorry," Mike said with an apologetic smile.

"You know Ricky's into stockings, like you," Jen said answering his question. In fact, the first time she ever wore thigh highs was for Ricky, on the day she and Mike graduated from Penn State (Jen with her bachelors, Mike with his grad degree). Remembering that, she walked over and took her husband's hands. "Are you okay?"

"I miss seeing you in stockings," Mike lamented, caressing the lacy stocking tops. "Maybe some day you'll wear them for me again."

Jen heard excitement in her husband's voice. He was playing the game, enjoying the angst of being the martyred cuckold husband. She gave him a crooked grin and teased "Maybe someday cucky." Mike grinned back at her.

Jen finished dressing. She held up her long blonde hair for Mike to zip her. After stepping into high heels she turned and let Mike look at her. "How do I look?" she asked. "Still fuckable at 30?"

"God you're way better than fuckable," Mike gushed. "You're so hot it hurts."

"Thanks baby," Jen said with a smile. She kissed him. On the cheek because she didn't want to spoil her lipstick. In the 4 inch high heels, she was almost the same height as Mike so she didn't have to get on her tiptoes to reach him.

Then Jen gave him a serious look. "So just condoms?" she asked, wanting to make sure. They'd talked about this all week. Condoms only, or condoms plus the sponge? Mike wanted condoms only.

Jen had resisted the idea initially. But she knew the risk of getting pregnant by another man was a big turn on for him. How could she deny him that thrill? After all, he let her enjoy other men while she went into crazy bitch mode by a harmless (in comparison) hand job. Condoms were as safe as the sponge after all. So why not let him have his fun?

"Yes, just condoms," Mike said. Then he asked "Should we let Ricky sleep over?"

"With me? In our bed?"

"If that's what he wants," Mike said.

"You're pushing too much Mike," Jen said with a frown. He was going too fast. But she knew he was in full cuckold mode now. He craved the mixed feelings, the jealousy, the angst. Not just his wife fucking another man, but acting like his "girlfriend."

At that moment there was a knock at the door. Ricky. They looked at each other for a long moment. Then, holding hands, they walked together to the door.

There were drinks and small talk first. Ricky looked at their pictures of Anna. "She's beautiful. She looks just like you Jen," he said. "She's a serious athlete," he said looking at her dance and gymnastic pictures.

"She's going to be a great ballerina," Mike said proudly. "Her instructors say she's really talented. Like, Broadway-talented."

"Let's not put her name in lights yet," Jen said with a half laugh. "Maybe she'll want to do something else." But she was smiling just as proudly as Mike. Jen could already tell Anna had more natural talent than her, and more ambition too. Maybe the physical talent came from her, but Jen knew the ambition and determination came from Mike.

Things were awkward at first. After all, they hadn't spent time together in years and there was all that history. But the drinks helped with their nervousness. And their physical attraction for each other drew Jen and Ricky together. Mike watched excitedly as Jen and Ricky's playful flirting led to kissing. The kissing to fondling. The fondling to making out.

Ricky pulled away Jen. Both were panting. Mike heard Ricky whispered "Let's go to your bedroom." As he said it his hand was cupping and fondling her breast. Like that's where his hand belonged. Mike felt delicious cuckold angst swelling inside him.

Jen nodded and stood up. Ricky stood up too. She had her hands on his hips. Like that's where her hands belonged.

Mike stood up too, ready to follow them into the bedroom. But then Jen said "Let me talk to Mike first. I'll be right there." Ricky nodded and went into the bedroom. Jen went over to Mike.

Jen took her husband's hands and said "Mike honey can you give us a few minutes alone?"

"Alone?" Mike said surprised.

"Just a few minutes," Jen assured him. She squeezed his hands and said "I'll come get you."

"... yeah okay," Mike said hesitantly. Jen smiled at him. She joined Ricky in the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

"Hey babe," Ricky said to Jen with a big smile, reaching for her.

Jen let him pull her into his arms. But she avoided his kisses. "We have to talk," she whispered. "You talked to Mike. Did you talk about LA?"

Ricky frowned. "No," he said honestly.

"Good," Jen said feeling relieved. "Don't okay?" She'd decided it was better not to tell Mike about California. Better not to open that Pandora's Box.

"Okay, whatever," he said irritably. "Come on," he said moving again to kiss her.

"Wait," Jen whispered. "I want you to understand. This is just sex. It doesn't mean anything."

"Thanks a lot Jen. Why don't you just get a dildo?" Ricky said irritably.

"You know I like you," Jen said, rubbing his chest. "But we're just having fun. You get that right?"

"If we're having fun why are we still dressed?" Ricky joked. Jen laughed and he did too. "Right?" he said grinning, moving his hands around her to unzip her dress.

"Wait," Jen said with another laugh, pushing against his chest. "You get it right? We're just having fun."

"Yeah Jen whatever," Ricky said impatiently. He pulled Jen to him again. This time Jen let him. Soon they were seriously making out and Ricky was tugging the zipper of Jen's dress down. Within moments her dress was off and lay scattered on the floor.

"Wait I need to get Mike," Jen said panting, trying to pull away from Ricky's lips and hands.

"Let me see these first," Ricky said pulling her back to the bed and onto her back. He tugged down the cups of her bra. "I've missed these," he said looking lustfully at her breasts. They were small but perfectly shaped. He thumbed her upturned, pierced nipples. "Nice."

Jen moaned and arched her back at Ricky's caress. "This too," she said pulling his hand (and eyes) to her belly button.

Ricky caressed her belly button ring while his eyes gazed at the bars in her nipples. "They match," he said referring to the small perfect diamonds.

"I know, aren't they awesome?" she gushed.

"Yeah," Ricky agreed. "Mikey is full of surprises."

"Shhhh," Jen whispered looking nervously at the closed bedroom door. She said scornfully "Don't call him that."

"I didn't know he's into piercings," Ricky said.

"Not Mike. They're Frank's," Jen told him.

Ricky slowly nodded his head, processing that. "So Frankie's into piercings?" he said.

"God," Jen said with a half laugh. The way Ricky called them "Mikey" and "Frankie" - he was such an ass sometimes. Wanting to put him in his place, she said "Yeah, and he knows what to do with them too. He practically makes me cum when he plays with my nipples."

"Only practically?" Ricky said with a grin. "That sounds like a challenge." He pulled her bra down so it was around her waist. Then cupping her bare breasts, he took one nipple into his mouth while thumbing the other one.

"Oh god," Jen moaned as she rolled her head back. Her pierced nipples were still super sensitive so there was both pain and pleasure if they weren't touched right. But Ricky, like Frank, had experience playing with pierced nipples. So Jen felt only pleasure. There was a little pain too, but just the right amount so it heightened the pleasure.

"Of fuck Ricky that feels so good!" Jen groaned, her beautiful face contorted in intense pleasure. "Oh god, Ricky ..." With Ricky working so skillfully on her body, Jen had forgotten all about Mike waiting outside.

*********

Mike watched as Jen disappeared into the bedroom, closing the door behind her. He couldn't believe it. She wanted to be alone with Ricky? WTF? It was supposed to be different this time. They were supposed to do this together. Yet, she was in the bedroom with Ricky (their bedroom!). And he was out here alone. Mike felt bad hurt closing in on him.

But he forced it away. He told himself Jen was probably just playing the third wheel game. He told himself she would come out in a minute to get him.

But Jen didn't come out to get him. After about 5 minutes Mike moved to the door. He listened. They were whispering so he couldn't make out their words. But he heard the emotions in their voices. They were having fun, playfully teasing each other, flirting.

The reality of the situation hit Mike. Jen really liked Ricky and he liked her too. Back in college, they'd been great friends as well as lovers. Mike remembered how, at parties, Jen spent more time with Ricky than him. Their relationship got even more intense after graduation, when all 3 were in New York. At times it seemed Jen lived with Ricky as she spent 2 or 3 nights a week with him. She went to a wedding and even a funeral with Ricky (as his girlfriend). They went on vacation together to Cancun. And then there was LA.

So now here they were back together again. And already, whispering sweet nothings to each other. Jen wanting to be alone with him. Mike felt the heartache, jealousy and insecurity of being replaced by another man. He knew he was the cause, he pushed Jen back into Ricky's arms. But that didn't make it hurt less. He just made him feel like an idiot.

Mike continued to listen. He heard a zipper being pulled down. The shuffling of clothes. Kisses. Moans. Then he clearly heard Jen say "Oh fuck Ricky that feels so good ... oh god, Ricky ..."

Mike was paralyzed. He couldn't move. It was like his feet were glued to the floor. Were they already naked? Fucking? Was Ricky already inside her, stretching her pussy, hitting all her pleasure spots with his big cock?

But, if he was inside her, was he wearing a condom? Jen was ovulating, it was her most risky time of the month. She wasn't on the pill, she didn't have a sponge inside. Condoms were her only protection. But did Jen remember to make Ricky use a condom?

Finally able to move, Mike reached for the door. But then he hesitated. Wasn't this what he wanted? Wasn't this the whole point of getting back with Ricky? For another man - his rival - to shoot his virile seed into Jen's fertile and unprotected womb?

This was his ultimate cuckold fantasy. For another man to get Jen pregnant. And not just any other man, but Ricky. A man Jen loved to fuck, a man she ... loved? Wasn't that what Mike wanted? To experience - really experience - another man's baby growing in Jen's tummy. And the risk Ricky might steal Jen away from him, once he had that life-long unbreakable bond of being biological parents of a baby.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mike opened the door and went in. His heart was pounding and he was so hard it hurt. What he saw was bad but not his worse fears. Jen was on her back. Her dress and bra were off but she still wore panties, stockings and high heels. Ricky was still fully clothed as he worked on her breasts. Jen moaned and writhed on the bed, clutching at the sheets as Ricky licked and rubbed her pierced nipples.

Somehow Jen sensed Mike standing there. "Oh baby, come here," she said reaching for him. Ricky stopped sucking Jen's nipple and waited for him to come over although his hand still cupped her other breast.

Mike took his wife's hand and sat on the edge of the bed. Jen squeezed his hand tight as Ricky went back to working on her tits and nipples. Mike watched as her long stockinged legs writhed on the bed as Ricky expertly fondled and titillated her nipple rings.

Ricky must've felt like it was his turn because he abruptly pulled away from Jen's tits and started undressing. Jen was panting and it took her a moment to recover, but then she looked over at Ricky as if wanting to watch him undress. Mike wasn't surprised Jen wanted so much to see Ricky's naked body as she'd always been really attracted to him.

Jen had an intake of breath as Ricky took off his shirt. Ricky had always been muscular but in the past his body had been like a body builder, muscles gained through lifting weights rather than real life exertion. But now his body was lean and sinewy, all toned muscle gain through being an active Marine for almost a decade. Ricky wasn't made for a desk; he was a man of action. He was literally a fighting machine. And his body was tanned too, probably from hours on the LA beaches during his off-times.

Jen appeared mesmerized by the sight of Ricky's chest. She'd always been attracted to athletic muscular men and somehow Ricky's sculptured body was even more alluring and captivating because it was gained through service to their country.

Jen dropped Mike's hand and reached for Ricky. She ran her fingertips over his chest, tracing along his well-defined muscles. "You look good Ricky," she said softly.

Jen's attention was drawn to a scar on his side. She remembered it was from the bullet he took while rescuing some of his unit in Afghanistan. It was how he got the medal of honor. She traced a fingertip across the scar as if paying homage to his bravery.

But there were other scars on Ricky's chest now. "God Ricky," Jen lamented, knowing he got those from combat as well.

Ricky shrugged modestly. He considered the wounds badges of honor, but he didn't like talking about it. He was the lucky one. Others - his friends - died.

Jen sensed his reticence. She didn't pursue it. It was the life he chose. And she had made her choice too. So she didn't have the right to question his decisions.

Jen moved her hands to his pants. She unbuckled his belt. His jeans were the kind that buttoned instead of zipped. It took longer to undo them which added to the sexual tension in the room. Finally she got his pants opened and she tugged them down his hips. At the same time she pulled down his shorts.

Jen had another intake of breath as Ricky's cock popped out. Her pussy tingled at the sight of him. Without even thinking about it she compared him to her other current lover. Ricky was longer than Frank. Not as thick (Frank was the thickest she'd ever had), but still thick, and Ricky's cock curved inwards towards his hard stomach. Jen remembered how that curve did wonderful things to her clit and g-spot. She practically shuddered at the delightful memories.

It was telling Jen didn't compare Ricky to Mike. She wasn't being mean. But her attraction and love of Mike wasn't about his body and certainly not what he had between his legs. Even more than that though, Mike's pillow talk with her for over 10 years was constantly how he was smaller than other men. Way smaller. He bought it up all the time, not her. So Mike had conditioned her to think of him as small. Given that, it wasn't surprising Jen didn't think of her husband when comparing the bodies and manhoods of other men. She just didn't think about Mike in those terms.

Jen couldn't take her eyes off Ricky's cock. After a few moments he grinned and said "I'm up here." He knew this was one of Jen's lines.

Jen looked up at him and grinned back. "Jerk," she joked. Then she lightly scbangd her manicured fingernails under his sensitive ball sack. When he moaned she said "You still like that."

Ricky grinned and said "I remember where you like touched too."

With an impish smile Jen said "Is that a promise or a threat?" They grinned at each other. Jen playfully pushed against Ricky's chest, making him fall onto his back. Then, pulling her long blonde hair to the side, she lowered her head and went down on him.

Mike was in turmoil. Ricky and Jen's joking and flirting had the intimacy of long time lovers reunited after being apart. And that was exactly what they were. Not only were they in lust for the other's body, they really liked each other; their mutual affection was clear.

Jen struggled to get Ricky's cock into her mouth. It wasn't like last night when she was easily able to swallow Mike's penis up to the hilt. With Ricky she was barely able to get a few thick inches into her mouth. But she did her best. She stroked him with her two hands as her head bobbed up and down, the spit from her mouth operating as lubrication.

"Yeah Jen that's good," Ricky moaned. He put his hands on her head, lacing his fingers through her lush blonde hair. Now he was able to control her. Holding her head still, he pistoned upwards as if he was fucking her mouth.

Jen's eyes bulged and she tried not to gag as Ricky forced more of his cock down her throat. Mike considered stopping Ricky but he knew his wife loved it rough and he'd seen her face fucked before. She loved it when her lover took control. It was a big part of her submissive nature; she wanted to be taken. Still, Ricky was being extra rough. So rough Jen's hands were flailing around as he abused her face and mouth.

Jen's chin and neck were wet with her spit when Ricky finally pulled out and let her go. Jen collapsed to the bed, gasping. Ricky didn't give her any time to recover. He flipped her around onto her back. With a powerful tug he ripped off her delicate thong panties. Then he threw open her legs.

Ricky looked at Jen's pussy. Just as he remembered. He got even more lustful looking at her sex. She had the prettiest pussy. Completely bare except for a tiny blonde landing strip above her clit, a short slit with thin lips just a shade darker than the surrounding skin. Maybe the lips were a little puffier and not as tightly pressed together anymore. That was understandable after giving birth (and also getting fucked by so many big cocks). But still her pussy was pretty, sweet looking, like a teenager's.

Ricky also knew how good she felt. He couldn't wait to bury his cock inside her.

"What is this, a revenge fuck?" Jen joked as she wiped her face with the sheet.

Ricky hadn't thought about it, he'd been going on instinct. But maybe it was. Maybe this was payback for the past. And also for the now, for getting him transferred, for using him, for dicking with his emotions. "Yeah, maybe it is," he told her.

Jen looked into Ricky's eyes. She sensed there was a lot behind his words. Then she looked worriedly at Mike. She wondered what he was thinking. "Are you okay?" she asked him, re-taking his hand. Mike nodded yes.

Jen felt Ricky press his cockhead against her pussy lips. "Wait Ricky," she said pressing a hand against his chest. "Mike honey?" she said turning to her husband.

Mike was closest to the bedside table. He opened the drawer and took out a condom. He made sure it was XL size. The wrapper was a run-on sentence: "Magnum XL Ultra Safe Ultra Thin Feels Natural for Maximum Pleasure."

Mike handed the condom to his wife. Jen gave him a brief smile. Then, turning back to Ricky, she opened the foil package with her teeth. Then she rolled the condom over Ricky's cock. Ricky didn't look happy but he didn't object.

After he was sheathed Ricky pushed Jen back onto her back. He leaned down and kissed her. "Put me in you," he whispered to her between kisses.

Jen reached between their bodies. She wrapped her hand around his cock. She guided him to her pussy. Ricky dug his toes into the mattress and pushed forward. Jen groaned and rolled her head back as he penetrated her.

It took some time for Ricky to get balls deep into Jen, as she WAS still tight (even after giving birth and all the big dicks she'd fucked over the years). Jen looked into Ricky's eyes, her pretty face flushed as he pushed into her. Frank was super thick but Ricky was super long. She'd forgotten the pleasure of being penetrated so deeply.

Ricky began moving in and out. Fucking her. Jen continued to grip Mike's hand. She looked at her husband even as Ricky banged her. Mike saw her beautiful face flushed with passion, her eyelids heaving with lust. But his heart leaped because she wasn't ignoring him. She was trying to include him.

Mike reached down and fondled her breasts. He kissed her. It was like back in college, when both Mike and Ricky pleasured Jen. Back then they had group sex, MMF threesomes. It was before Mike really discovered himself, before he understood and allowed his cuckold-side to take over.

Ricky moved Jen's long shapely legs over his shoulders. He leaned down so her legs pressed against her tits. Mike had no choice but to pull away.

Ricky grabbed Jen's wrists and pulled her hands over her head. Jen had to let Mike's hand go.

No longer part of the action, Mike moved off the bed and sat in the chair. His memories flashed back to college. This was what happened during their threesomes back then. Ricky was in control, he called the shots. And usually he did exactly this, pushing Mike away so he could have Jen all to himself. It made him feel like a discarded, forgotten third wheel. And that made his head spin with delicious cuckold lust.

Mike watched as Ricky held Jen's hands over her head as he fucked her. Jen was submissive to Ricky, not fighting at all as she gave him complete control of her body. Mike saw in his wife's beautiful face frenzied excitement and lust. She had a major cum face on. He realized Ricky was tapping into Jen's sub-space fantasies. Just as he was playing up his own cuckold fantasies. Was that why he and Jen were so drawn to Ricky? Because he tapped into both their fantasies?

No, that wasn't it. All Jen's lovers - ultra confident, aggressive, alpha men - they all pushed Jen's sub-space and Mike's cuckold buttons. Just look at Frank Tower. No, the reason he and Jen were drawn to Ricky was because Jen was drawn to Ricky. They had a special connection at a deeper level than any of her other boyfriends.

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Mike watched as Ricky changed his approach with Jen. He was still ramming her hard. But now his powerful thrusts were more urgent than rough. He kissed her as he moved in and out. He dropped her legs from his shoulders and also let her hands go. Jen immediately wrapped her legs around his, and also hugged him to her. She rubbed his arms and back as he fucked her, caressing him with her fingertips and manicured nails. Ricky fondled her too, expertly caressing all her erogenous zones, making her moan into his mouth.

It hurt to watch. Because Mike knew they were making love, not fucking. But he'd known it would be this way. This is what he wanted, right? And the fact Jen was so into the game again meant she was over his mistake with Allie. She had forgiven him.

Mike could tell Jen was almost there. It was the urgency of her moans, the writhing of her body, the way her feet angled down (which told him she was curling her toes in the high heels). Ricky knew it too. So he did the thing he knew Jen loved. He angled his body and rotated his hips so now his long curved cock was hitting both her clit and g-spot.

Jen's body thrashed at the added stimulation. Her moans become constant and soulful and she gripped Ricky's back so hard her nails almost drew blood. Then she came. Her orgasm was so intense and powerful she screamed. Her scream was so loud and long Mike was sure their neighbors heard. Probably the people down below on the street heard too.

It was like before with Ricky. Jen went limp under him. It looked like she passed out. Concerned, Mike moved to his wife. But Ricky shot him a glare. "She's fine," he said.

Ricky tenderly kissed Jen's lips. He was still deep inside her but not moving. "You okay babe?" he said in a soft voice. He kissed her again.

"God babe," Jen said as she slowly stirred back to life. She grinned at him and gushed "That was so freaking awesome!"

Ricky grinned. Then he began moving again. "I'm almost there," he said with a urgent face. He whispered to her "I hate condoms."

"I know babe," Jen whispered back, tenderly stroking his cheek. "But we have to."

"Why? We never used to before," Ricky said.

"Just cum Ricky," Jen said urging him, working her pussy muscles to give Ricky more pleasure. "Cum in me."

Ricky continued to fuck Jen hard. Then on a deep inward thrust he stopped, his eyes closing and his breath catching. It was like time standing still. Then his body jerked and his head rolled back. He moaned and growled as he jack-rabbited into Jen's pussy with short, powerful, rapid thrusts. Ricky was cumming, ejaculating while inside Jen. And the only thing keeping his virile seed from reaching Jen's unprotected fertile womb was the "Ultra Thin Feels Natural" condom.

Ricky collapsed onto Jen after cumming (although he supported most of his weight on his arms). Jen's arms were still around his neck. She kissed him as he panted into her face. "God that was so fucking good!" he gushed. Jen smiled at him and kissed him again.

After a few moments Ricky began pulling out. Alarmed, Jen moved her hand to his cock. As she always did (especially when she was ovulating), she wanted to hold the condom at the base to make sure it didn't roll off as Ricky pulled out.

Mike saw it happening and something came over him. He impulsively shot his hand to Jen's. He grabbed her hand so she couldn't get to Ricky's cock. Jen looked at Mike like he was crazy. Ricky saw all this of course but didn't say anything. Jen continued to stare at Mike as Ricky slowly withdrew his long cock from her pussy.

When Ricky was out, Jen looked between her legs. The condom was still on and it was intact without any tears. It was heavy with Ricky's sperm.

"Hey babe, give us a minute," Jen said, rubbing Ricky's chest. "Help yourself to a beer."

Ricky nodded although he had a sour look on his face. He reluctantly got out of bed and pulled on his shorts. Then he left the bedroom. He had the good graces to close the door behind him.

Jen reached for Mike and he sat next to her on the bed. "You haven't cum yet," she said, rubbing his hard-on over his pants.

"No," Mike said, his voice hoarse from excitement.

Jen undressed her husband. She got on top and was about to guide him into her when he stopped her. "Wait," he said. "I just want ..." He laid her down next to him and pulled her into his arms. "I just want this for a minute," he said. His words came out like a contented sigh as he hugged Jen tight. He needed to hold his wife, to fill up his Jen meter.

"I like this," Mike said, rubbing his leg against Jen's. He was referring to her thigh high stockings. She still had them on along with her high heels. "I miss it," he said as he felt the silky nylon.

"I'll wear them again," she promised.

"Really?" he said looking surprised. "What about Frank?"

"I think Frank may be ending," Jen said with a shrug. Their problems since Christmas evening had broken Frank's spell over her. She was no longer as fascinated with him.

Mike should have been happy. After all, Jen was breaking it off with Frank on her terms instead of his. That was exactly what he wanted. But doubts crept into his head. Was she doing it because of Ricky? Because now she was under Ricky's spell?

Jen sensed Mike's anxiety. She saw the angst in his face. Inside she was elated! This was what she wanted! She wanted Mike's entire focus on her, she wanted all his attention. Yes, Jen knew it was narcissistic. But really, weren't all girls that way? They wanted their husbands/boyfriends focused on them, not other girls.

Jen grinned at him and said "Disappointed?"

"What? No. You were amazing," Mike gushed.

"I mean the condom. You hoped it'd come off."

Mike hesitated. He felt conflicted. He didn't know what he wanted so he didn't answer. Instead he returned to the subject of Frank. He said "I want you to have 2 boyfriends." Two boyfriends were safer. Like when she dated Jamie and Alec.

"Frank's not completely out," Jen told him with a shrug. "The sex is still great. It's just, I guess I'm over the infatuation."

Mike asked "So you're infatuated with Ricky now? It looked like you had fun."

"Well yeah," Jen said with a helpless laugh. "Ricky can still fuck." With a teasing smile she asked, "Do you want me to be infatuated with him?"

Mike hesitated, then said "I want you to feel whatever you're feeling."

"Okay," Jen said with another laugh. "That sounds like - what's his name, the baseball guy, who always said things like that?"

"Yogi Berra," Mike said with a grin. "It's like deja vu all over again," he said quoting a Yogi.

"Yeah - I want you to feel whatever you're feeling - that sounds like Yogi Berra," Jen said grinning back at him. Squeezing his hand she said "You know baby, I have some control over it. If you want me infatuated with Ricky, I can be infatuated with him."

"How can you do that?" Mike said not understanding. She had an infatuation switch she could just turn on and off?

"I'll just give into it," Jen said. She made it sound like it was a simple thing, like turning on the lights.

Mike looked alarmed at his wife. "You mean, you have to resist NOT to get infatuated with Ricky?"

"I wouldn't say that," she said.

"Then what do you mean, just give into it?" Mike said anxiously, his head spinning.

"You love all this," Jen told him with a knowing smile. To confirm she cupped his crotch. He was as hard as he'd ever been. She got on top of him, straddling his legs. She held his cock as she lowered herself on him.

Mike moaned as he entered his wife. "I won't last long," he warned. She felt loose from just being with Ricky, but god so wonderful!

"I know. It's alright," Jen said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you baby," she said looking into his eyes.

"I love you too," Mike said looking back into his wife's beautiful blue eyes.

They did love each other. More importantly, they each felt loved by the other. Really felt it. It was funny, how it took another man to bring them back together, to reconnect them.

True to his word, Mike didn't last long. Only a few strokes, a few moments. He was too worked up. He grunted and came. He shot off inside his wife but he knew it wasn't a lot. He never came a lot (Mike sometimes wondered if load size was proportional to dick size). Mike looked at Jen's pussy when she rose and he fell out of her. Her sex looked the same as before he entered her. It was like he'd never even been inside her.

"We better go out to Ricky," Jen said. It'd been at least 30 minutes since he left the bedroom. She took off the high heels and stockings, leaving her completely naked except for her wedding rings and the gold anklet (and the Sophia ring of course). She put on comfy VS cotton panties and Mike's button down shirt.

Mike put on his boxers and a t-shirt. "You don't have to wear this," Jen said tugging the t-shirt. She knew Ricky was shirtless.

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"Not with Rambo out there," Mike said with a crooked grin.

"He does look freaking incredible," Jen gushed, an excited sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes. To offset the sting of her gushing over Ricky she affectionately pressed her body against Mike. Mike hugged her tight. Again they felt each other's love. At times like this, Jen's talking about other men turned Mike on and didn't hurt (not bad hurt anyway).

Ricky didn't seem put off by being left alone for so long (if he was he hid it well). Instead, he was cheerful and the life of their 3 person party. He played bartender while Mike put on music. He poured a Highland Park for Mike, a Cosmo for Jen and a beer for himself. Jen kind of flitted between both men, helping Mike find a good playlist on Pandora, then helping Ricky pass out the drinks. When Jen gave Mike his drink she kissed him on the lips.

The drinks helped with any remaining awkwardness. They laughed and talked like they were back in college, reminiscing about those carefree days and also catching up on the years since Ricky moved to LA.

Ricky couldn't say much about his job. But it became clear he was in an anti-terrorist unit and had seen a lot of dangerous action (although Jen already knew that from the bullet wounds). Ironically, as part of CATF, Mike had a much higher security clearance than Ricky but he didn't say anything. He could easily check into Ricky's military record but he decided not to. He was already intimidated enough by Ricky's good looks and sculpted body (it didn't help Jen said he looked "freaking incredible"); he didn't need to read about all the heroic things Ricky had done.

Jen didn't say anything either. Although if she had she would've told Ricky she was glad he was now in a desk job and out of danger. She would've told him he'd done enough for his country. She would've told him life was precious; HIS life was precious. But, she didn't say anything.

Things eventually turned back to sex. Jen and Ricky were intensely attracted to each other. For Ricky, now he knew the spark was still there; it was more than just physical, there was a connection. For Jen, she felt she could let go and enjoy Ricky, because she and Mike were good again. Once again she was Mike's goddess, so she could allow herself to enjoy another man.

The sex started with horse play on the sofa, with Jen between Mike and Ricky. The two men teased and tickled her and she playfully fought back. Their wrestling turned into kissing, with Jen going back and forth between Mike and Ricky. But they all knew where this was going. So eventually Jen allowed Ricky to pull her into his arms and she stayed there, wrapping her arms around his neck and returning his kisses. Mike moved over to the opposite chair to watch.

Their minimal clothes were soon on the floor. Jen reached for a condom and rolled it on Ricky. Then she got on top and guided him into her. He went in easier this time (since she was still loose from earlier). As she moved up and down on him they fondled and kissed. Again Mike felt heart ache and angst as it looked like they were making love rather than fucking. But god it turned him on so much! He reached into his boxers and stroked himself as he watched.

Ricky soon took over, flipping Jen onto her elbows and knees. He fucked her hard from behind, so hard Jen's pretty face was buried into the sofa cushions. Mike could tell his wife loved it. She loved it rough, loved being taken, loved being submissive.

Jen came with a long deep moan, her lithe body shuddering. She collapsed onto the sofa, as if passing out again. Ricky didn't give her a moment of relief. Impatient for his own orgasm, he flipped Jen onto her back.

Ricky pulled out and took off the condom. Mike's eyes opened wide at the sight. Was Ricky going to finish off bareback in Jen? Shoot his seed into her? Mike was frozen, as if paralyzed. But then Ricky moved up Jen's body to her face. For a moment Mike wasn't sure if he was relieved or disappointed.

Before Mike could process that thought fully he watched as Ricky pressed his thick cockhead between Jen's sexy full lips. Jen seemed to stir back to lie. "Ricky, what?" she said, sounding disoriented.

"Don't swallow until I say," Ricky ordered her. "Hold it in your mouth."

Jen understood. She nodded and opened her lips, offering her mouth to him. It only took a few strokes of his hand and then Ricky came. His creamy sperm shot from his cock into Jen's mouth. There were two strong jets of his cum, a pause, another jet, and then more of a constant stream for a few moments. Mike was surprised at the amount of his ejaculation especially since he came just a couple hours earlier. But maybe a couple hours were all a man like Ricky needed to recharge.

"Let me see it," Ricky ordered Jen. Jen looked up at him with her pretty face and opened her mouth. Ricky grinned at the sight. Mike had a clear view too. Jen's mouth was a pool of Ricky's creamy sperm. "Fuck that's so sexy," Ricky said with a grin. "Isn't it sexy Mike? Show him Jen."

Jen turned slightly to face her husband. Now Mike had an even better view at his wife's Cover Girl beautiful face. Her mouth wide open and filled with her lover's jizz.

"Stick your tongue out," Ricky told her with a mischievous smile in his voice. "Play with it."

Jen did as Ricky said. She stuck her tongue out - it was covered with his milky cream. Then, still holding her mouth open, she used her tongue to swirl the cream in her mouth. That was too much though. Jen started to gagged. She pressed her lips closed and swallowed. Mike watched Jen's throat muscles as she desperately worked on swallowing Ricky's huge load to avoid coughing it out.

When Jen finished swallowing, she smiled sheepishly and laughed, as if embarrassed by her sluttyness. Ricky laughed too. They hugged and kissed, all smiles. They looked so familiar, so intimate, like the years apart had never happened.

"God I need a shower," Jen said, as some of Ricky's cum had dribbled down her chin and neck.

"Sounds good to me," Ricky said cheerfully. Clearly he expected to shower with Jen.

Jen smiled at him. Clearly the idea sounded good to her too. She said "I'll meet you there baby ... um ..." She looked anxiously at her husband.

Ricky got the message. He went into the bathroom, giving Mike and Jen a moment of privacy.

Jen wiped her face and neck with a towel then sat on Mike's lap on the love seat. "Sorry," she said referring to how she called Ricky baby.

Mike decided to let it go. He gushed "I'm so proud of you."

Jen knew he was taking about how she played with Ricky's sperm in her mouth. "God how slutty," she said with a sheepish grin.

"You know I love it when you lose control a little," he said.

"A little?" Jen said with a self-effacing laugh. "But I'm glad you liked it," she said wrapping her arms around his neck. Giving him a concerned look, she said "Are you having fun?"

"This is a perfect evening," he said smiling at her.

"Really?"

"Yeah. It hurts sometimes," Mike admitted. "But as long as we do this," he said hugging her tighter. He felt his Jen meter filing up. "So, are you infatuated?"

"Getting there," Jen said with a laugh. She gave Mike another concerned look and said "But we should talk first."

"You can really control it?"

"I can always not see him again," Jen said simply.

"Were you still infatuated with Ricky when you left him in LA?"

"No Mike, I wasn't," Jen said with a soft voice.

"So it can stop and then come back again?"

"I guess," Jen said. "That's how we are right? Every marriage is like that."

"I've never stopped being infatuated with you," Mike said looking into her eyes. He was serious. He meant it.

Jen heard the emotion and sincerity in his voice. She smiled and kissed him again. "Thank you," she said. "I like hearing things like that. Especially when we're playing the game."

She stood up and grabbed his hands. "Come take a shower with us."

"With Rambo? No thanks," Mike said grinning. "You go ahead. Have fun."

"You're sure?" Jen said. Looking concerned at him, she said "You won't leave right?"

"I won't leave," Mike promised.

Jen hesitated, looking at Mike. She was still holding his hands. She said "If it looks like I'm excited to be with Ricky, it's only because he's new. It's just NRE, you know? It wears off. It always does. Except you. You've never worn off."

Mike smiled at her. Repeating her sentiment from a moment ago, he said "Thanks. It makes me feel good to hear that when you're with another man."

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Jen and Ricky laughed and played in the shower. But they didn't have sex again (even they had limits). As they toweled off, Ricky asked if he could sleep over. It was late, after 1 am. "Let me ask Mike," she told him.

Jen quickly huddled with Mike. Mike agreed immediately. Although he immediately second-guessed his decision. But Jen seemed giddy at the prospect of spending more time with Ricky and Mike loved seeing his wife that way.

Mike and Ricky both watched as Jen got ready for bed. Her skin still damp from the shower, she rubbed on moisturizer. Before doing so, she took off her rings (not wanting to get the lotion on them). When at home, she usually didn't sleep with her rings. Ironically (or appropriately), her only remaining jewelry was the hot wife gold anklet around her left ankle (it was a bother to take off with its tiny clasp).

Jen put on the white nighty and comfy VS cotton panties. She put on white ankle socks too because her feet got cold at night. Then she brushed her long blonde hair. Because Ricky was there, she put on lipstick.

After she was done Jen smiled at Mike and Ricky and joked "You boys having fun?" She knew they'd been watching of course. She enjoyed the attention.

Mike and Ricky grinned at her. Jen got into bed between them.

Almost always Mike and Jen spooned in bed. So Jen automatically turned to her side and Mike slid up behind her, molding his body to hers and wrapping his arm around her. This left Jen looking at Ricky. As Mike watched, Ricky smiled at her and tenderly brushed his fingers across her cheek. Jen smiled at him. Mike wondered if they were going to go at it, and maybe that's what Ricky wanted, but Jen told Ricky, "I'm kinda tired."

Ricky nodded giving her an understanding (but disappointed) smile. Jen backed more into Mike, creating more space between her and Ricky. He got the message and didn't try to snuggle with her.

Jen pulled Mike's arm tighter around her and closed her eyes. After a while her breathing became regular and Mike knew she was asleep. Ricky fell asleep soon after, lightly snoring.

Mike wasn't able to sleep though. He was conflicted, happy he and Jen seemed to be good again, but wondering what Pandora's box he'd opened by introducing Ricky back into their lives.

"Can't sleep?" Jen whispered to him.

"I thought you were asleep," Mike whispered back.

Jen turned to him and shook her head in the darkness. "I feel ... I don't know. On edge or something. Like I need to do something."

"Something at work?" Mike asked.

"No," Jen said. She didn't have anything going on at work. Her last day was soon in fact. "Are you happy we did this?" she asked.

"I think so," Mike said, although he wasn't sure. "I guess I'm surprised it's going so fast."

"It kind of makes sense," Jen said. "We know Ricky." They were still whispering so as not to wake him up.

"You mean you know Ricky," Mike said. "And he knows you."

Jen couldn't deny it. "Does that bother you?"

"Yes," Mike admitted. "But it makes it more exciting too." He gave her a sheepish grin. "You know me. Old boyfriends turn me on. But I'm always conflicted."

"Well, you don't have to worry about Ricky," she assured him. She reached down. He was rock hard. "You didn't cum?"

"Just that time before, with you," he told her.

"We can't have that," she said. She pulled her panties down and got on top of Mike. She guided him into her.

"Did you fuck in the shower?" Mike asked as she slowly rode him.

"No, just fooled around."

"You really like him," Mike said looking into her eyes.

"You just said that excites you."

"Yeah," Mike admitted.

"You don't have to worry about Ricky," Jen whispered, assuring him again. "Remember. It's just NRE."

Mike nodded. A moment later he came. Jen kissed him as he came down from his orgasm. She she rolled back to her side, facing Ricky. Mike spooned her again.

"I think that was it," Jen said sleepily. "What I needed to do."

"What?" Mike said not understanding.

"I needed to take care of you," she said pulling his arm tight around her. "Make sure you came."

Jen words made Mike feel incredibly good. "Thanks baby," he said kissing the back of her head.

"You don't have to thank me," Jen said. "I love you baby." Moments later she fell asleep. His heart content and his passions sated, Mike fell asleep too.

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Mike slowly woke up. Was it because of the rustling of the bed or the soft moans? Probably a combination of both.

When Mike opened his eyes he saw the beginnings of daylight. The sun was coming up. It was probably 7am or so.

Sometime during the night Jen had reversed position. Now she was facing him and was pressed against Ricky, empty bed separating the husband and wife.

Jen was awake. They looked at each other. Jen had her cum face on. It was an urgent, desperate cum face. Mike recognized it. She got that way when she was super aroused. When she desperately needed fucked.

As Mike looked down his wife's body he saw why. Ricky was pressed against her back. He was kissing and nuzzling up her neck just behind her ear. Also he had worked the white nighty up above her tiny tits. With one hand he was caressing the sensitive underside of her small breast with his fingertips and rubbing her pierced nipple with his thumb. With his other hand he was fingering her pussy. Jen wasn't wearing panties. Mike remembered she fell asleep pantyless last night after their sex.

Jen's cheeks were flushed and her eyelids heavy with lust. She was panting, breathing hard. Her nipples were diamond hard. Mike couldn't see her pussy because of Ricky's hand but she was so aroused he was able to easily smell the scent of her pussy juices.

Jen had her hand behind her. By the motion of her arm Mike knew she was stroking Ricky's cock. No doubt he was rock hard.

Mike watched as Ricky worked his wife. He reached down and stroked himself. Jen closed her eyes and clenched her teeth as Ricky's tongue approached her ear. She moaned and her body jerked as he flicked his tongue inside her ear.

Ricky moved his hand so now his fingers as well as his thumb were at her nipple. He expertly tugged and rolled the stud in her nipple. "Oh god!" Jen groaned, her whole body quivering at the intense pain/pleasure.

Ricky's other hand left Jen's pussy. "Babe, move your leg ...," he said moving his hand to Jen's thigh. Jen let Ricky lift her leg and pull it back so it rested on his lower hip. Now she was wide open for him.

Now Mike was able to clearly see her pussy. Her clit and lips were swollen and glistening with excitement. The swollen lips were parted slightly, as if inviting Ricky into her.

Mike was also able to see Ricky's hard cock. From their position it was curved upward towards Jen's pussy. Ricky adjusted slightly. Now his big cockhead pressed against Jen's pussy lips. He wasn't wearing a condom. And she was ovulating.

Ricky pushed forward. His cockhead pushed between her pussy lips, separating them, but he wasn't inside her yet.

"Mike," Jen said urgently. Ricky pushed harder, almost penetrating her. She looked back at her lover and said "Wait babe." Looking back at Mike she said even more urgently "Mike." She reached towards the nightstand behind Mike where they kept condoms.

Mike made no movement towards the nightstand. He and Jen looked into each other's eyes, silently communicating. He gave her a tender smile and took her hand. He nodded and squeezed her hand reassuringly. Jen looked unsure at first, scared too. But eventually she smiled weakly and nodded back.

Mike knew he had to say it. So he looked at Ricky and said "Go ahead."

Ricky didn't have to be asked twice. Holding Jen's hips for leverage, he pushed forward. Mike's eyes were on Jen's pussy. He watched as Ricky penetrated her, her pussy lips tightly stretching around his thick shaft.

Mike watched as Ricky slowly pushed his long cock into his wife. He watched as, inch by inch, Ricky's thick shaft disappeared into her unprotected pussy.

In the past, Jen told him Ricky was 9 inches. 10 when he was really aroused. Mike watched as Ricky pushed inch after inch into Jen. When his balls pressed against Jen's pussy lips, he knew Ricky had ten inches of thick cock inside his wife. He was bottomed out inside her, his cockhead at the end of her vagina and perfectly positioned to spray his seed inside her fertile womb. Mike's head spun with cuckold lust.

Mike finally tore his eyes from Jen's pussy and looked at her face. Jen was breathing hard, her nostrils flaring at the huge thing stretching her pussy lips and invading her womb. But her eyes were locked on Mike, looking urgently at him. "You promise?" she whispered to him.

There was a lot in those 2 words. You promise you'll always love me? You promise we'll always be together? You promise to love the baby? You promise to never leave us?

Mike moved closer and tenderly kissed her. It was a kiss of love rather than passion. "I love you," he told her. "You'll always be my goddess."

Jen smiled at him, relief and happiness in her face. She seemed to relax. At that moment Ricky began moving in and out of her. Jen groaned and rolled her head back as he began fucking her. But she held onto Mike's hand as if her life depended on it.

Mike's eyes drifted down Jen's sexy dancer's body. He had a clear view of Ricky's cock buried deep inside her pussy. Ricky moved his cock in and out slowly, slowly pushing all the way in balls deep, and then slowly pulling out until just his head was still inside. A big thick vein ran up the underside of his shaft, and the sight of Jen's pussy lips stretched and molded around it made Mike dizzy with lust.

Mike looked back at Jen's pretty face. Now with the exertion of fucking, her forehead glistened with sweat. Her nostrils flared and her jaws clenched as she accommodated Ricky's long thick cock.

Mike's eyes drifted to her hand - her left hand - she was ringless, having taken off her wedding and engagement rings last night when putting on lotion. Mike found that fitting, that Jen wasn't wearing those symbols of their marriage, given what he was urging her to do.

Ricky and Jen's fucking quickly took on a frantic pace. This wasn't going to be a long leisurely fuck session. Their earlier foreplay had gotten them too aroused and worked up for that.

Mike could tell Jen - and more important, Ricky - were about to cum. He knew the best position for conception was missionary. It allowed for the deepest penetration. And, especially for a well endowed man like Ricky, it meant he'd be shooting his sperm directly at the opening of Jen's uterus.

Double downing on his fantasies, Mike said "Ricky, move Jen to her back."

Jen looked at Mike, not understanding at first. But then she got it. They shared another telepathic moment. Mike nodded at her again. Then Jen gave into it. She liked missionary better than sideways anyway. She let Ricky roll her onto her back. For good measure, Jen spread her legs wide and placed her feet flat on the bed, ensuring the deepest possible penetration of Ricky's cock inside her.

His passions dizzy with cuckold lust, Mike urged Jen, "I want you to cum with Ricky. Can you do that for me?"

Once again Jen got it. Mike wanted her to be in the throes of an orgasm when Ricky came inside her. "I'll try," she said. She wasn't sure though if she could hold out. She was really close.

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"I'm almost there," Ricky said after a few moments, his brow glistening with sweat. He was breathing hard, his powerful leg muscles tensing with each thrust into Jen's pussy.

"Okay, okay," Jen panted. "I'm ready. Give it to me."

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Ricky chanted, his brow furrowed in concentration. He pushed in deep, his cock buried all the way to the hilt inside Jen, bottoming out inside her. He held that position for a long moment, his eyes clenched closed. Then suddenly his muscular ass and thighs tensed as he came, his hips violently jerking back and forth as he ejaculated his fertile sperm deep inside Jen.

"Oh god babe I'm cumming!" Ricky cried.

"Ugh!" Jen gasped as she felt the powerful jets of Ricky's sperm hitting her insides. That wonderful sensation, as well as his cock twitching and jerking inside her, sent her over the edge. She cried his name, "Oh god babe! Ricky!"

Jen cried his name again as pleasure flooded her body. "Ricky!" She wrapped her arms around him and pulled his lips to hers.

They kissed open mouth, moaning into the other's mouth as orgasmic pleasure flooded their bodies. Throughout his orgasm Ricky jerked his hips back and forth, ejaculating powerful jets of his fertile seed deep inside Jen's unprotected, fertile womb. Even as his orgasm tailed off he continued rocking back and forth, depositing more of his sperm inside Jen at the opening her uterus.

Their bodies finally stopped shuddering as their orgasms tailed off. Ricky lay on top of Jen, between her open legs, their arms around each other. Their bodies were still joined together with his cock buried deep inside her. They continued to tenderly kiss and fondle in the tender, intimate way of familiar lovers.

Mike's hand was wet around his cock, slick with his own spunk. He had cum too while watching. With the clarity that comes after an orgasm, he wondered "What have I done?"

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"My god that was so fucking good," Ricky gushed a few moments later, reveling in their great sex and mutual orgasms.

"Yeah, god," Jen said just as enthusiastically, smiling and looking at Ricky with awe. Then she remembered where she was. The loft apartment. Her bedroom. Mike.

And she realized what she'd done. Let Ricky take her without a condom, and cum inside her. She'd stopped taking the pill a long time ago. And she didn't have a sponge inside. She was ovulating and completely unprotected. It was very possible Ricky just impregnated her. On top of that, his cock was still buried deep inside her, keeping his sperm from escaping, increasing the chance of impregnation.

"Um, Ricky ...?" she said pushing against his chest.

Ricky got the message. He pulled out and sat up on the bed, unaware of the significance of their coupling. "Cigarette?" he said as he reached for the smokes in his pants pocket.

"No Ricky," Jen gently told him. "We don't smoke here. Anna."

"Oh yeah, sure, right," Ricky said.

"Why don't you have one on the fire escape?" Jen suggested. That's what New Yorkers did. They climbed out their window to the fire escape to smoke.

"Yeah, okay," Ricky said. He sensed Jen wanted to be alone with Mike. Whatever.

"Mike ...," Jen began when Ricky was gone but Mike stopped her with a kiss.

"I love you so much," he gushed. He kissed down her body, over her breasts, her stomach, to her legs. He raised her long legs and put them on his shoulders. He caressed and kissed up and down her firm thighs and shapely calves, her pretty feet too.

"Mike you know what you're doing right?" Jen said.

"What am I doing?" he said back as he continued to kiss and caress her long, shapely, dancer's legs.

"You're keeping Ricky's sperm in me," Jen said. More than that, Mike was using gravity to direct Ricky's seed to her womb. To fertilize her. Get her pregnant (if she wasn't already).

When her husband didn't say anything, she said "You're crazy." She pulled her legs down off his shoulders and pulled him to her. "Make love to me," she said, reaching between them and guiding his hard cock to her pussy. "I need you inside me."

Mike pushed in. He barely felt anything, almost no friction. It was like his small dick was floating in Ricky's sperm. But pleasure was secondary. Jen needed to reconnect with Mike. Mike needed it too. They kissed and hugged as they made love.

It didn't take Mike long though to cum. He was too worked up. He even came more than usual. But his sperm was just a drop in the bucket of what Ricky shot into her. Also, Ricky had been deeper inside Jen, bottoming out inside her.

Afterwards, Jen said "Let's get rid of Ricky." Mike nodded. They dressed and found Ricky in the kitchen. He'd made coffee and breakfast.

"I guess I'll head out," Ricky said, guessing they were going to kick him out anyway. "I had fun," he said looking at Jen and smiling at her.

"Yeah, me too," Jen said smiling back at him.

"You remember Melody?" Ricky said. "She got married again."

"Oh yeah," Jen said, remembering. Melody was the wife of Ricky's sergeant. He was tragically killed in Afghanistan. "That's good."

"They have a daughter, Priscilla," Ricky continued. "She's a couple years older than Anna. She dances too. She goes to the New York college of Fine Arts."

"Oh, wow," Jen said looking impressed. Mike looked impressed to. Fine Arts was one of the finest, most selective ballet academies this side of London.

"Priscilla has a recital this week," Ricky said. "Would you like to go? I thought Anna might like to see it. Meet Priscilla too."

"Oh," Jen said, surprised. She was pretty certain the invitation was for her and Anna, not Mike. That didn't sit well with her. They didn't involve their daughter in their game. But she didn't want to be rude to Ricky and reject him outright. So she said, "Um, let me think about it."

After Ricky was gone Jen took Mike's hand. "Let's take a shower baby," she said.

They tenderly washed each other in the shower. Mike washed Jen's long blonde hair, using shampoo then conditioner, and rubbing her scalp, neck and shoulders in the process. As he worked her muscles, Jen closed her eyes and leaned back against Mike, her back pressed against his front. They often did this when showering together. It was one of the familiar, yet intimate routines of their marriage.

Mike lathered the rest of Jen's body, paying special attention to her pussy. She was clearly sore, her pussy lips red and puffy from Ricky's hard fucking. Mike tenderly washed her. He considered going down on her. When was the last time he made her cum? But Jen didn't seem to want or need it. And part of Mike, being a cuck, was turned on by being denied the ability to make his wife cum.

Jen, likewise, paid special attention to Mike's cock. She lathered his shaft and worked underneath, gently fingering his sandbar and ass. Mike moaned and panted as she gently pressed her fingertip against his puckered asshole. Then, her hand still slippery with soap, she lightly scbangd her fingernails across the underside of his balls.

"You did that for Ricky," Mike said.

"Yes."

"It looked like you've done that before."

"Yes," Jen said. "He likes that."

Mike grinned sheepishly. He said, "I like it you know each other so well. And I hate it."

Jen frowned and gripped the sides of Mike's chest. "You can't be conflicted about this Mike," she said seriously, referring to what they just did that morning.

"You know I'll be a devoted father," Mike promised. "Just like with Anna."

"With me too right?" Jen said with a hesitant smile. Leaning into him she said "Just remember. No other girl can make your fantasies come true like me." Then she slid down his body and went down on him.

They picked up Anna from Maggie's and spent good family time for the rest of the weekend. They didn't talk about Ricky or Frank or their game. They didn't talk about the possibility of pregnancy. After all, people weren't rabbits. Yes, Ricky came in her. Yes, she was ovulating. But that didn't mean she was pregnant. Most likely she wasn't. Think about all the times couples TRY to get pregnant and it doesn't happen.

Sunday night after putting Anna down Mike packed. He had a business trip to Apple that week. "What are you doing this week?" he asked.

"I promised Frank I'd see him," Jen said. "Is that okay?"

"Of course baby," Mike said with a kiss to her lips. "Just don't spend the night."

"I'd never do that Mike," Jen said. She'd never spend the night away from Anna with Mike away. Maybe if her mom or his parents were babysitting, but that wasn't the case here.

Mike slowly nodded, thinking. He felt renewed enthusiasm for their game. A big part of it was reconnecting with Jen this weekend. Another part was Jen's incredible sex with Ricky. They clearly had a deep, intimate connection, and their history added to the excitement. He knew it was dangerous but risk was a big part of the thrill of their game. With his Jen meter topped up, the angst was delicious instead of hurtful. On top of that, they seemed over the Allie issue; that took a huge weight off his shoulders.

On top of all that was Mike's pregnancy fantasy. Yes, he was anxious and conflicted, and frankly scared. But finally he was experiencing it for real. He wanted to explore it. Play with it, like a new exciting toy.

With these thoughts in mind, he said "You should go to the recital."

"Mike really?" Jen said frowning.

"Not to play the game," Mike said. "But Ricky's right, Anna'd enjoy it."

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"Sometimes I think we're pushing her too hard," Jen said with concern on her face. "I want ballet to be fun. I don't want to pressure her."

"We're not pressuring her," Mike said. "This way Anna can compare herself to those girls. They're older and go to a better college. If Anna is anywhere near as good then maybe ballet is really a future for her."

"That's not pressuring her?" Jen said warily.

"It's not pressuring, it's data gathering," Mike said going into geek mode.

"And what happens when Ricky hits on me?" she said, skepticism still in her voice.

"He won't do that in front of Anna," Mike said. Then with a mischievous grin he said "But later, you can get Maggie to babysit, go out with him."

"God Mike," Jen said with a roll of her eyes. She laughed though. Her husband was so predictable and consistent. "So, you want me to see both Frank and Ricky this week," she said, emphasizing the word "both."

"It won't suck right?" Mike joked. Getting serious, he said "I want next weekend to be just us." He knew he'd be missing Jen big time after his week long business trip and not want to share her. Their pillow talk would be great though if she played while he was away. "So ..."

Jen laughed again. Grinning at him she said "I'll think about it okay?"

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On Tuesday Jen met Frank for lunch at his Central Park penthouse.

"How's Ricky?" Frank asked.

"He's fine," Jen said with a half laugh. She realized he might consider her answer dismissive. She said "Sorry. Do you really want to know about other men?"

"I suppose not," Frank admitted. "I take it though you enjoyed yourself with him."

"We have a lot of history," Jen said with a shrug.

"Which means?"

"You said you didn't want to hear about it."

"What do you mean, history?" Frank pressed.

"We have history," Jen said with another shrug. "We've been together before. He knows what I like. I know what he likes."

Frank slowly nodded, processing her words. He didn't say anything but he looked bothered.

Jen sensed his jealousy. She said "It'd be like if we got together years from now. We'd know each other."

Frank nodded again. "Yes, I understand," he said reasonably, although he still looked bothered. After a few moments he said "But I thought we were exclusive."

"Frank you set me up with Ricky," Jen reminded him.

"Yes but ... yes," Frank reluctantly admitted. Only now was he realizing his error. It was Ricky, not Mike. Ricky was his true rival for Jenny's affections. Mike he could deal with. But Ricky - the handsome Marine, the medal of honor hero - he was the bigger challenge.

Frank asked "Where does that leave us?"

"I'm here," Jen said. "We're friends."

"It's just, Jenny ...," Frank sputtered. He took her hands. "It's my wish to be more than friends."

Jen looked away. She didn't want emotional drama from Frank. At that moment she considered ending it with him. But Mike wanted her to have 2 boyfriends. Also, if she broke up with Frank, that might lead to spending more time with Ricky and she was concerned where that might go. So she said, "Frank ... I have your jewelry in my nipples. I wear your dresses and perfume. Even your freaking panties. I fuck who you say. I think we're already more than friends."

Frank stared at Jenny. Despite her reassurance, he sensed he was losing his hold on her. His show of weakness wasn't helping things. It was power that made him attractive. Revealing his feelings to Jenny - his affection for her, his fear of losing her - made him weak in her eyes. That was unacceptable. Of all people, he wanted Jenny Johnson to see him as a strong powerful man.

So Frank grinned at her and said "I have something you might enjoy."

Thirty minutes later Jen was naked on Frank's bed. The bedroom was dark illuminated only by candles.

Frank tied Jen's hands to the bedposts above her head. "Frank I'm not sure I'm into this today," she said warily.

"Indulge me," Frank said as he tied her feet to the bedposts at the foot of the bed.

Now Jen was spread-eagled. She felt herself getting wet at being so exposed and helpless.

Frank took a feather and tickled the bottom of her foot. "Stop," Jen said giggling, trying to pull her foot away. When Frank tickled her other foot she giggled again and yelled "Stop Frank that's not fair."

"You think life's fair?" Frank said grinning at her. Jen grinned back. Frank moved up her body and sat next to her side. He brushed the feather over her breasts and across her pierced nipples.

Jen gritted her teeth. The sensation of the feather was more torture than pleasurable. Then Frank brushed the feather along her pussy lips. He flicked it across her clit. Again Jen gritted her teeth. She was breathing hard now and definitely aroused.

Frank knew it too. Grinning at her, he said "You have your cum face on Jenny."

"Just untie me and fuck me Frank," she said, frustration in her voice. But Frank was right, she had her cum face on.

"Patience Jenny," Frank said as he continued to tease her with the feather. Eventually he dropped the feather. He picked up one of the candles.

Jen knew what he was going to do. "Don't Frank," she told him. She pulled away from him, straining against the silk ties. The ties weren't strong; if she really tried she could rip them.

"Stop Jenny," Frank commanded. Jen stopped struggling, obeying immediately.

Frank tilted the candle and drops of hot wax fell onto her sexy flat stomach. "That hurts Frank!" Jen cried. "Why are you doing this?"

"You know you're punished when you disobey me," Frank said simply.

"How did I disobey you?"

"You broke our weekend date."

"I was with Ricky," she said. "I told you."

"Do you think that matters?" Frank said disapprovingly. He tilted the candle again and more hot wax fell on her stomach. This time though the wax fell on her sensitive pierced belly button.

"Ow! You're hutting me!" Jen cried, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Yes I set you up with Ricky," Frank said, moving the candle so it was above her breasts. "But my time with you is sacred. You understand Jenny?" He tilted the candle so drops of hot wax fell onto her small breasts.

"Ugh god!" Jen cried as the hot wax hit her sensitive breasts. "Frank stop it really hurts!"

"Do you understand?" he repeated.

"Yes, yes, I understand!" she said desperately.

Frank studied her. "I don't think you do," he said. He tilted the candle so the scalding hot wax fell on her super sensitive pierced nipples.

"Ugh god, god!" Jen cried. Tears rolled down her pretty cheeks. "Please Frank stop!" she begged. "I understand, I do, I understand!"

Frank studied her again. He said "No, you don't understand." He moved the candle to above her clit.

Jen's eyes went wide. "No Frank please!" she begged, twisting her body away from him. "Please don't Frank! I'm already sore there!"

Frank looked at her pussy. He didn't notice it before, but yes her pussy lips were slightly red and swollen. He asked "Ricky?"

Jen was scared to answer. Frank saw the fear in he eyes. "Tell me!" he demanded.

"Yes," Jen said in a little voice. She was looking fearfully at the candle. Frank held it right above her clit. "Please don't Frank, please!" she begged. She was crying, tears flowing down her cheeks.

Frank sighed. He put the candle to the side. "When are you seeing him again?" he asked.

Jen knew he was talking about Ricky, not Mike. "Thursday," she said. She'd stopped crying although her cheeks were still wet.

"So, Ricky already gets weekends AND weekdays?" Frank said bitterly.

"We're going to a children's ballet recital, with Anna," Jen said. She tugged against the silk rope. "Can you let me go?"

Frank glared at her, suddenly angry. "No, not yet," he growled. He went to a cabinet and returned with a black magic marker. "I think I'll write a F next to your pussy," he said taking off the cap.

"Don't you dare Frank," Jen hissed, twisting away from him. "Let me go."

"Why not?" Frank asked sarcastically. "The F on your ankle aroused your husband."

"Ricky's not like Mike," Jen said, tugging at the silk rope.

Frank nodded, processing her words. "So, you intend to fuck Ricky after the recital," he said, anger and bitterness in his voice.

"I haven't decided," Jen said honestly. "But anyways, I don't want an F on me. I don't belong to you Frank."

Frank hesitated, then said "Yes, I see that now." He untied the silk rope, freeing Jen. He felt jealous and hurt. But resigned too. He was a realist and he saw the writing on the wall. He said, "I suppose this is the end?"

Jen didn't want to end it, not without talking to Mike first (since he wanted her to have 2 boyfriends). Also, she liked Frank and felt bad for him. When they ended it, IF they ended it, she didn't want it to be like this.

With a crooked grin, Jen said "What, you're going to leave me like this?"

"You found that arousing?" Frank said surprised, referring to the bondage and candle wax play.

"Um, yeah," Jen said with a hello tone of voice. She was being truthful. She was a submissive. More than once in her life she'd fantasized about being tied up and "tortured" with hot wax. She'd almost cum when he poured the hot wax on her nipples.

A smile came to Frank's face. "You said you were sore."

"Not for this," Jen said rubbing her hand over Frank's crotch. Frank grinned and pulled Jen into his arms. Then they fucked.

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Afterwards they sat in bed and sipped tequila. They were silent, both thinking and feeling reflective. Finally, she said "Remember you asked how a man could share his girl?"

Frank looked at Jen and asked, "Are we talking about Mike now?"

Jen nodded. She said "You wondered how a man could love a girl if he shared her with other men."

"My point was, if he shared her, then did he really love her," Frank corrected.

"It's the same thing."

"Not really," Frank said. "But go on."

Jen shrugged. "You know we're into this lifestyle," she said. "That's why I'm here with you."

"So?" Frank said prompting her.

"So, Mike sharing me doesn't mean he doesn't love me," Jen said.

"It sounds like you're trying to convince yourself," Frank said.

"No, I need to talk about this and you're my friend," Jen said. This was bothering her - it had always bothered her - and she obviously couldn't talk about it with Allie.

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Frank nodded, pleased she thought of him as her friend. He said "You sound like you've had an epiphany."

"Not an epiphany, but, well ...," Jen sputtered. "I've just been thinking about it. Mike loves our game. But he's always conflicted. He always gets upset. Always. Like, he's all for it one second, and then the next he's having a meltdown. It happens all the time. All the time."

"Must be annoying," Frank said.

"It is sometimes," Jen said. "But don't you see? That proves Mike loves me. If he didn't get jealous, if he didn't get upset, that's when I need to worry. That would show he didn't love me anymore."

"So you've got it all figured out," Frank said with a shrug. He didn't enjoy this role as Jenny's confidant, not when it involved marriage counseling and whether Mike loved her or not.

"Not really," Jen admitted, glumly sitting back in the bed. "Sometimes when I'm feeling insecure - which is like, all the time - I push him. Make him jealous. Make him feel bad. Upset."

"Perhaps you lash out at Mike because you're angry he shares you," Frank said.

"Honestly I love being shared," Jen said with a laugh. "I love the variety, the romance, all that. I'm a slut, you know that. I get angry when I think he doesn't love me."

"Sounds like a vicious circle," Frank said. There was irony and bitterness in his voice.

"Now you're upset," Jen said sensing his mood. "I get you don't like talking about this. It's nice having someone to talk to though."

"Well, we are friends, aren't we Jenny?" Frank asked putting his arm around her.

"Yes we are," Jen said resting her head on his chest.

"As a friend then, may I confide in you?"

"Yes, sure," Jen said.

Frank tenderly ran his fingertips across Jen's cheek. "I love you Jenny," he revealed to her. "And it's not just as a friend."

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When Mike traveled for business, he usually ate dinner in sports bars. Even though he was shy, he liked being around people. He especially liked crowded bars with a lot of fun energy. He was content to sit at the bar, sip a Highland Park or two, maybe eat a burger and fries, and watch whatever games were playing on the flat screens. This was also a great time of the year for sports fans because you had NBA and NHL playoffs and baseball (soccer too).

So Mike was shocked when Alan Bigebers (Mr. Big) sidled up to him at the bar. "Alan," he said shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"The Mets are losing again?" Alan said looking at the game.

Mike shrugged, a sour look on his face. "Their pitching isn't as good as last year," he said. "And they should've re-signed Murphy instead of Cespedes." Murphy was having an MVP-caliber year; Cespedes, not so much. And don't get Mike started about Matt Harvey. Tom Seaver he wasn't.

"Why are you here Alan?" Mike asked again.

"I found something in Hal," Big told him in a lowered voice. "A virus. It's got the Cloak's signature. You know anything about it?"

"Your job is to check Hal for viruses?" Mike said sarcastically. But his demeanor had turned wary.

"My job is to solve problems," Big said looking into Mike's eyes. "Are you a problem Mike?"

"Nope."

"It's got the Cloak's signature," Big said again.

"There are lots of people with access to that code."

"But it's your code," Big said. "It's morphed. I can't get inside it."

"Can't help you Alan," Mike said with a shrug, feigning innocence.

"You can't or won't?" Big said. He leaned closer to Mike. "Remember, the government didn't have proof last time either. They still put you in jail. Do you want to lose another year of your life?"

Mike frowned as he remembered those times. "You think that's right? They lock you up without evidence? They take your money. Your career. You think that's right Alan?"

Now it was Big's turn to frown. "No, I don't think it's right. You got screwed," he said. "That's why I haven't told JJ. Remove the virus. No one will ever know."

"Then what happens when JJ decides to get rid of me? That's why he bought you over, right? To replace me," Mike said. "What happens to the replaced Alan?"

"You're forcing me to tell JJ," Big told him.

Mike was silent for long moments. Finally he said "Your wife's Erin right?"

Big's eyes narrowed. "How do you know that?" he said guardedly. He was a private person. Long ago he'd purged details of his private life from the government's files. It was ironic. He was a computer specialist but as far as the government was concerned, he was off the grid.

Mike shrugged. It hadn't been hard to hack into Big's phone. Trace his calls. Find out where he lived. Get into his home computer. "If the government did to you what they did to me, wouldn't you take precautions? For Erin's sake?" he said.

"What does the virus do?" Big pressed.

"Nothing," Mike said. "As long as nothing happens to me."

"Mike you can't beat the government," Big said with exasperation. "You of all people should know that."

"I'm smarter now," Mike said. "I don't mind helping CATF. I enjoy the work. Just leave me alone. Zero zero zero Alan." After a pause he added "Zero."

"What does that mean?" Big said not understanding.

But Mike didn't answer. Instead he put the scotch to his lips as he turned back to the game.

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Madame Agatha let Anna practice with her class before the recital. Even though Anna was at least 2 years younger than all the other dancers and not classically trained, she more than held her own. Also there was Anna's beauty. She was easily the prettiest girl in the dance class.

"She has extraordinary potential," Agatha gushed in her rich German accent, excited about the prospect of having such a talented and beautiful girl to train and mentor. "Anna must join us at Fine Arts when she's of age."

Jen smiled gratefully but inside she wasn't sure. She knew Mike would be all for it. His dream was Anna on Broadway or London's West End. It was an exciting dream and Jen sometimes hoped for it too. But most of all she wanted Anna to be happy. The life of a budding ballerina at Fine Arts was difficult. Jen wasn't sure she wanted her daughter under such intense pressure. Anna was a bubbly girl, always laughing and smiling, full of life and energy, happily bobbing around everywhere. Jen didn't know if she wanted to expose her to the harsh environment of Fine Arts and a strict matron such as Madame Agatha.

Jen had barely seen her old friend Melody. They hugged hello and chatted briefly but then Melody rushed backstage to help with the production (she was a super involved parent volunteer). Madame Agatha invited Anna to watch the recital from backstage. So that left Jen sitting alone with Ricky to watch the recital with the rest of the audience.

Ricky was fidgety during the first act. Swan Lake performed by 8 and 9 year old girls wasn't how he rolled. "How about a smoke?" he asked Jen at the intermission. She nodded and they went outside.

Jen rarely smoked anymore, not wanting Anna to be around second hand smoke. But she was nervous being alone with Ricky so she took the offered cigarette. "Babe you look so hot," Ricky said grinning and looking her up and down.

"I didn't want to be underdressed. I think all the parents must be rich," Jen said. She joked "They're all practically wearing tuxedos and evening gowns." Jen was wearing a slightly too short dress. Stockings and high heels. And she wore her hair up.

"I like it when you wear your hair up," Ricky said.

Jen remembered of course. Was that why she dressed this way? For Ricky? Not wanting Ricky to suspect that, she laughed and said "Frank wants me to cut my hair too. He thinks my hair's too long."

"I don't want you to cut your hair," Ricky told her, still grinning. "I like it up, because of the way it falls over your face. And I like seeing your neck."

Jen flushed as she imagined Ricky kissing up her neck and behind her ear. "We're just watching the recital, remember?" she said.

"What? I'm not allowed to be honest?" Ricky said with a grin. "After this weekend? Which by the way was incredible."

Jen couldn't help smiling. "Yeah it was incredible," she agreed, whispering. "But we're with Anna. So let's keep it clean okay?"

"Have I tried touching you?" Ricky asked. Following her lead, he whispered too.

Jen knew it was true. Ricky hadn't tried to touch her even once, and even now he was keeping a respectful distance away. "Okay," she said relenting.

"You're not on the pill, are you?" he asked.

"What?" Jen said, taken off guard by the abrupt change of subject.

"Friday night you made me wear condoms," Ricky said. "Saturday morning I don't and then there's the serious talk between you and Mike."

"Keep your voice down okay?" Jen said looking nervously around them. There were a few other people milling around during the intermission. She whispered "I don't know what serious talk you're talking about."

"Yes you do," Ricky said knowingly. "You made Mike promise something. Mike talked goddess shit. Then he told me to fuck you missionary. What's going on Jen?"

"You're so smart, you tell me," Jen shot back.

"Why are you getting pissed?"

"Because it's none of your business."

Ricky glared at Jen. He wasn't stupid. He said "Using me as a sperm donor, that's my business Jen."

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"We didn't do that," she sputtered.

"Are you on the pill?" Ricky asked again.

"We better get back," Jen said turning back towards the auditorium.

Ricky grabbed her wrist. Looking intently at her, he said "I have a right to know Jen. I do. And you know it too."

Jen stared at Ricky. She knew he was right. He had a right to know. "No, I'm not on the pill," she whispered to him. "When we did it ... I was ovulating."

Ricky stared at Jen, processing her words. Things clicked into place. "This is why I'm here?" he said. "You want another baby. Mike's shooting blanks. So you turn to me."

"Mike's not shooting blanks," Jen insisted with a scoff. Honestly she wasn't sure if Mike was or wasn't but she didn't tell Ricky that of course. "It just happened okay? There's no grand plan. If you want to know why you're here go ask Frank."

She turned to the auditorium but Ricky grabbed her hand again. "Let me just say, if you'd asked me I would've said yes," he said giving Jen a solemn look. "And if you're pregnant I'll be a good father, I promise."

"Mike is the father!" Jen insisted, her voice rising so much people turned to look. Forcing herself to calm down, she said "Mike is the father Ricky. Don't get any ideas."

"If it's my baby I have rights," Ricky said suddenly angry, his male pride kicking in.

"What are you talking about Ricky?" Jen said with exasperation. "There's no baby. It was just this weekend."

Ricky knew she was right. "Okay, you're right, sorry," he said relenting. He saw people going back into the auditorium. He said "I guess we better get back." Frowning, Jen walked back into the auditorium with Ricky.

After the recital Jen and Anna went to lunch with Melody, her daughter Priscilla as well as Ricky (Melody's husband Tucker was at work). Melody didn't know Jen and Ricky's whole story. She only knew they dated years ago and broke up. Now Jen was married to another man and had a daughter Anna. But were Jen and Ricky back together? Melody didn't know. She was discrete enough not to say anything in front of the children.

Jen enjoyed herself at lunch. It was fun catching up with Melody. She always liked Melody and with her issues with Allie it was nice having a girlfriend to hang with. Also, Anna and Priscilla were really hitting it off even though they were a few years apart. By the end of lunch Jen was in good spirits again.

Melody took the opportunity to ask Jen about her relationship with Ricky when they went to the bathroom. "Is there a thing between you two?" Melody asked.

Jen didn't want to lie. After all, Melody could just ask Ricky. So she said "It's complicated. I'm married."

"Happily married?" Melody asked, probing.

"Yes," Jen said. She hoped to see Melody again, be friends. So she felt she had to explain. She whispered "Mike and I swing."

"Oh," Melody asked surprised.

"We were married then," Jen added.

"You mean when I first met you?" Melody asked, looking even more surprised. "When you were dating Ricky?"

"Yes," Jen admitted. She felt terrible, knowing she'd deceived Melody back then. "Do you hate me?"

"I don't hate you. You were really sweet to me then," Melody said, referring to the tragedy of her first husband Paul dying in Afghanistan. "We didn't know each other well. So I get why you didn't tell me."

"Thanks," Jen said feeling relieved. As girls do, she and Melody hugged.

"Ricky went through a hard time after you broke up," Melody said. "He dated other girls. He even almost got married once. But I don't know if he ever really got over you."

"Oh," Jen said, feeling surprised and guilty.

"He'll never admit it because he's so macho," Melody said. "You know Marines."

"Yeah," Jen said with a humorless laugh.

"But I mean - and please don't take this the wrong way, I'm not criticizing you," Melody said. "But if you're with Ricky again, be gentle. Don't lead him on."

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

"I've got to take Anna home," Jen said after lunch. Melody had taken Anna and Priscilla to the bathroom. "Can you meet me later?"

"Absolutely," Ricky said with a playful lecherous grin.

"Not for that," Jen said with a laugh. Thinking about what Melody said, she said "We need to talk."

"About what?" Ricky said.

"About things," Jen said evasively. There was no time to openly talk because Anna was approaching with Priscilla and Melody. They said goodbyes and promised to keep in touch. On the way home, Jen called Maggie to babysit.

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

They met in an out of the way bar. Jen was in the same clothes but had freshened up her hair and makeup. Ricky noticed and gushed "You look incredible." He put his hand on her knee.

"No Ricky," Jen said pushing his hand off. "We need to talk. I want to make sure you understand what's happening here."

Miffed at her rebuke, Ricky shrugged and said "Okay, go ahead. Talk."

"We had fun last weekend," Jen told him. "But it didn't mean anything. If it happens again it's for fun. That's all it is Ricky. Just fun."

"I get it Jen," Ricky said irritably. "Fuck buddies. Friends with benefits. I get it."

"You're okay with that?" Jen asked, wanting to make sure. "Melody said you were upset after last time."

"God Jen, you're so full of yourself," Ricky snapped.

"I didn't mean -," Jen hurriedly added but Ricky cut her off.

"I'm here in New York by myself," Ricky said. "Not worth making new friends since I'm trying to get transferred back to LA. I'm sick of the bar scene. You're hot. You're convenient. That's all it is. So don't worry. All I want is fun too."

Jen slowly nodded her head. "Okay," she said, processing his words.

They were silent for a few moments. Then Ricky grinned and added, "It's more than that. I like you. I like Mike too, believe it or not. There's a reason we roomed together in college. I admit, when we're all together I get competitive. Doesn't mean I don't like him."

"Thanks for saying that," Jen said smiling back at him. "I like you too. I just don't want it to get like last time."

"I love Melody like a sister but she doesn't know what she's talking about sometimes," Ricky said.

"It's more than what Melody said," Jen said. "Last time we went too far. We were really mean to Mike."

"Like how?"

"Hooking up behind his back," Jen said. "Going to Cancun without him."

"He was fucking Claire," Ricky reminded her.

"He wasn't," Jen said. "You know he wasn't."

"Well, whatever," Ricky said. "Back then you said he loved all that."

"I was wrong," Jen said with a grimace. "Maybe if it happened now ... we understand better now ... I understand better. But back then, we didn't know anything. I was stupid. I didn't know what I was doing."

"Yes you did."

"No Ricky I didn't," Jen insisted giving him a serious look.

Ricky returned her stare with his own. Then, wanting to relieve the tension, he joked "So you're saying if we go to Cancun now Mike will be okay with it?"

"No way Ricky," Jen said with a laugh, shaking her head. "Mike is going to know about everything. I'm not doing anything behind his back."

"Oh well," Ricky said with a grin. "There's gonna be a wall anyway."

"Yeah, right," Jen said with a laugh and a roll of her eyes.

Still grinning, Ricky asked "Does Mike know you're with me now?"

"Yes."

Ricky put his hand on Jen's leg again. He said "So if you come home with me you won't be going behind Mike's back."

Jen knew it was all leading to this. The truth was, she wanted to go home with Ricky. She looked into his eyes and whispered urgently "Ricky, if we do this again, it can't end up like last time."

"Parts of last time were good," he said, caressing her knee.

This time Jen didn't push his hand away. "Yes," she admitted. "But the other parts ..."

"We won't make the same mistakes," Ricky promised.

"Are you sure?" Jen said. "I don't want to hurt Mike again."

"What about you and me?" Ricky asked, referring to their emotions and hurt after it ended.

"That's what I'm saying," Jen said. "This is all just fun. It's not serious."

"Well, I seriously want you right now," Ricky said with a grin. He moved his fingertips up her leg and under her skirt. "And you want me too right? There's something between us. We have a connection. It's always been there. You know what I mean."

Jen did know what he meant. Maybe it was chemistry, pheromones. Whatever the reason, sometimes 2 people had a physical connection. An intense attraction and desire for each other. Jen had always felt that way about Ricky, from the moment she first met him when Mike was in Cambridge for the Barnes Fellowship (see Cheating and Rivals - Part 5). That was why it'd been so easy for Jen to fall into a relationship with Ricky, even while she was dating and in love with Mike. It'd been the start of their game. And now here she was with Ricky again, full circle.

Still moving his hand up Jen's leg, his fingertips touched lace. She was wearing thigh high stockings under the short skirt. "You still think about me when you put these on?" he asked with a grin.

"Sometimes," Jen admitted. "Not always, but sometimes." Ricky was the first man Jen wore stockings for. He was the first man who ever fucked her in thigh high stockings. It was on the day she and Mike graduated from Penn State. She'd been with Ricky while, not knowing what was going on, Mike was with their parents just before their graduation celebration dinner.

"Does Mike know?" he asked. He wasn't being a dick. He was just curious.

"I told him," Jen said. Her eyelids fluttered as Ricky's fingertips moved to her bare skin above the stocking tops. She had a major cum face on now. "If I go home with you it's just fun," she said reminding him again.

To Ricky it sounded like Jen was trying to convince herself more than him. Whatever. At that moment he would say anything to get her into his bed. "I get it Jen," he said. His finger tips reached her panties. She was soaking. With a smug grin, he joked "Let's go before you wet yourself. But I guess you already have."

"God you're such an ass sometimes," Jen scoffed. Then her eyes closed as he stroked the camel toe formed in her panties. "Okay, let's go," she breathed. Jen pulled down her skirt when she stood up. She held his hand as they walked out of the bar.

Ricky and Jen were all over each other as soon as they got inside his hotel room (since he hoped the posting was temporary he was living in a hotel instead of an apartment).

Ricky was extra charged when he took off her dress and discovered she was wearing a garter belt in addition to the stockings. "You wore this for me right babe?" he said as his mouth covered hers and he ran his hands over the heavily laced garter belt.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Yes," Jen admitted as she hurriedly undressed him. He had worn his formal uniform to the recital and she hated taking it off. She loved how he looked in it. But she wanted to see his naked body more.

As always Ricky took control. Unlike Frank, he didn't exert dominance over Jen through mind games and manipulation. No, Ricky was old college. He was a big man and Jen a petite girl. She was like a rag doll in his hands (a very pretty, sexy rag doll). Ricky did whatever he wanted with her body. If he wanted her on her back, he pushed her down. On her hands and knees, he flipped her over. If she struggled, he pushed her arms away. If she pushed away he pulled her back.

She wasn't forced, she was willing. The point was, Ricky used his physical dominance over Jen to control her. To do what he wanted. He didn't ask - he wasn't gentle or considerate - he took what he wanted.

And Jen loved it all. Maybe Ricky didn't push her sub buttons to the extreme like Frank. But he made her feel weak, helpless, completely under his control. A little girl being dominated by a strong man. Ricky more than satisfied her submissive desires.

Also, Jen reveled in sex with a man her age. Frank was good. His thick cock was freaking incredible and he definitely knew his way around a girl's body. But while Frank was in amazing shape for an older man, Ricky was almost 30 years younger and it showed. He practically fucked Jen's brains out.

Like last time, as Ricky made her cum Jen called out his name, screaming "Oh fuck Ricky I'm cumming! You're making me cum babe!"

Afterwards they lay panting next to each other. As she'd done that weekend, Jen looked at Ricky with awe. Their sex was even better now than before, if that was possible. "I think I like getting revenge fucked," she joked, affectionately stroking his chest.

"Get used to it babe," Ricky joked back, his chest still heaving. But he was half serious too. Deep inside him, there was still hurt from before. "So, no condom this time?"

Jen shrugged but didn't answer. She was at the safe part of her cycle. Still, she had a sponge inside her, just as she'd had a sponge inside her the other day with Frank. She wasn't taking anymore chances. She didn't tell Ricky that though.

"Let's go out Saturday night," Ricky said stroking Jen's sexy flat stomach.

"You're already thinking about more?" Jen laugh. She was still panting, her body still tingling from the intense clitoris/g-spot orgasm Ricky just gave her.

"I'm always thinking about more," Ricky joked, motioning to his cock. Jen looked down. He was already getting hard again! Another benefit of a younger man!

"Mike doesn't want to play this weekend," Jen told him.

"That never stopped us before," Ricky said with a grin.

Jen frowned. They just talked about this! "This isn't before Ricky," she told him.

"So ask him," Ricky said with an unconcerned shrug. "You know he'll change his mind."

Jen suspected Ricky was right. So it was up to her. Did she want to see Ricky again so soon? She knew the answer was yes.

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

Mike flew home Thursday night. He was exhausted when he got home just before sunrise Friday morning. Jen immediately ushered him into the bedroom to get some sleep.

Mike woke up around 11am. He was disoriented at first then he heard Jen and Anna's voices outside in the TV room. His spirits immediately lifted. He'd been lonely in Cupertino but now hearing the voices of his family he felt happy. He quickly brushed his teeth and threw water in his face, then went out to see his wife and daughter.

Mike paused though before entering the family room, looking at his girls. Jen and Anna were playing a spirited game of Candy Land. Jen laughed a lot and was feisty, playfully joking and teasing Anna. She usually wasn't like that. Jen was the "serious and nurturing mom" and Mike the "fun dad." At the moment though, Jen seemed happier, more full of life, an extra bounce in her step. Mike knew why. He'd seen it many times before. She was in a new relationship and infatuated.

They had a wonderful day together. Jen stayed home on purpose to be with Mike, so this way they had a long weekend to look forward to. The three played board games, watched TV and read books. They had lunch in Central Park under their tree.

These times were important for Mike and Jen. They needed to reconnected after she was with another man (and this week she'd been with 2 men, both Frank and Ricky).

Other couples in the lifestyle learned this lesson early on, and it's not like they were unaware of the importance of reconnecting. But, Mike and Jen pushed the boundaries and played dangerous games. Often those games didn't give them a chance to reconnect (like when Jen was seeing her "boyfriend" a lot, or when they pretended to be separated). Now though they were smarter. Not only did they know the importance of reconnecting, they were committed to doing it.

"You had fun this week?" Mike asked later that night after putting Anna down.

Jen knew they were drifting back into their game, into pillow talk. "Yeah," she said taking his hand and leading him into their bedroom. They undressed each other (kissing along the way) and got into bed.

Jen told Mike about Frank's bondage games and the hot wax "torture." Alarmed Mike looked at her nipples and belly button. They were a little red but otherwise fine. "It wasn't any worse than a bikini wax," she joked.

Then she told Mike about her day with Ricky. "How did Anna act around him?" he asked.

"Honestly she barely knew he was there," Jen said. "She was more interested in Priscilla."

"What'd she call him?" Mike asked. Had Ricky tried to pull a "call me Uncle Ricky" move?

"I introduced him as Mr. Ricky," Jen said. That was a parenting decision Mike and Jen had made. For adults their age, Anna called them by their first names with a Mr. or Mrs. in front. Trying to remember, she added "But I don't think she ever talked to him."

Mike nodded approvingly. That was a good thing. He didn't want Anna to think there was anything special between Ricky and her mother. The young girl obviously wouldn't understand.

"Ricky wants to get together this weekend," Jen said hesitantly.

Mike looked at his wife, processing that. After a moment he said "You're happier."

"What?"

"You're happier," Mike repeated.

"Because you're home," Jen said.

"Yeah but ...," Mike began. With a grin he said "I've seen this before baby. You get extra happy at the start of a new relationship. More alive. Like an extra bounce in your step."

"If you say so," Jen said with a laugh, wondering how she must look "bouncing" around.

"It's true," Mike said grinning at her. "I think you're infatuated with Ricky again. It's okay, I want that."

Jen felt like he was pushing her to be with Ricky. "Mike you're crazy," she said. "You remember all the drama from the first time right?"

"You've already started up with him again," he pointed out.

"So far it's just sex," Jen said. "You keep saying you want him to be my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend #2," Mike said, as if that clarification was significant. "Each time we learn more. Yes we've had drama." He wasn't talking about just Ricky, he was talking about all of their game. "But when you think about it, all we had to do was talk more."

"Yes," she agreed. That was certainly true.

"You almost married Colin before we met, and we still played with him," Mike reminded her. "You were seriously infatuated with Scott and we played with him again."

"That's true," Jen said, agreeing again.

"So Ricky's here," Mike continued. "You clearly like him. I say go for it."

Mike rubbed her stomach. "And there's the possibility of this," he said looking into her eyes.

Jen was silent. Then she said "You hope I'm pregnant?"

Mike evasively said "I know I'll love the baby just like I love Anna."

"You never give me a straight answer," Jen said frustrated.

Mike paused, trying to put his feelings into words. Finally he said "I'm conflicted about the fantasy. But I'm certain about the baby. Does that make sense?"

"None of it makes sense," Jen said with a laugh. Then she affectionately leaned into his arm. "Yeah, I guess it makes sense. You are a freaking awesome father. Anna adores her My-My."

Mike grinned at her. Then getting serious again, he said "If it happens, and if Ricky wants, I think he should have a relationship with the baby."

Jen's eyes opened wide with surprise. "You're serious?" she said.

"If he wants," Mike said. "But if he does then it seems fair. He has some rights to the baby."

"He said the same thing," Jen said. She was skeptical of the concept though. From her point of view, Ricky would have no rights with the baby.

"Ricky? You told him?"

"He figured it out," Jen said.

Mike slowly nodded, processing that. Ricky wasn't book smart, but he was real world smart. It didn't surprise him he figured it out.

Mike stroked Jen's arm and said "I guess I feel like he has some rights to you too."

Jen stared at her husband. She wasn't surprised by this, not after playing the game for so many years, especially knowing how turned on Mike got by Jim and Stacy's relationship. But still she stared at him. Eventually she said "You said you never wanted to share me forever with a guy."

"I thought about what you said, about seeing Frank a few times a year," Mike told her. "Maybe that'll work. If you like someone, it's stupid to artificially end it." Then he added, and this was the really important part, "As long as I'm the only one you love."

"You are Mike," Jen assured him immediately. Was Mike changing his rules to better fit his pregnancy fantasies? For whatever reason, she liked this change in their game. It was difficult knowing at the start of each new relationship it HAD to end eventually. Mike called her lovers "boyfriends." Maybe they were for a time. But to Jen the "friends" part of that label meant something. And she hated losing friends; it was difficult, it hurt. That's why, for the most part, she was still friends with most of her old "boyfriends."

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"So, what I'm saying is, I won't share your heart," Mike said, wanting to make sure the rule was clear. "But I can share your body." He added with a chuckle, "Obviously." They grinned at each other. "And if you're fond of him - not love, but like - that's okay. That actually adds spice to it for me."

"To me too," Jen admitted. She squeezed his hand. She said cautiously, "Mike honey I think this can work."

"So Ricky, tomorrow?" Mike said. He grinned and said "You already have a pet name for each other. Babe."

Jen stared at him, surprise on her face. Then she grinned. "You noticed that?"

"Baby I noticed everything about you," Mike said.

Jen's heart did a flip. She loved when he said things like that! "I'm trying not to call him baby," she explained rubbing Mike's arm. "He started calling me babe so I just went with it. How do you feel about it?"

"It makes me jealous but it's a turn on too," Mike said. With a grin he added "It's no worse than you wearing his high college ring around your neck."

"I guess that's true," Jen said with a grin back. "I feel like this is the best talk we've ever had."

"I think you're right," Mike said. "Maybe we're growing up." He put his hand on her stomach again and caressed her with his thumb. Their game was really affecting real life now. Maybe they had to grow up.

"We have to talk like this all the time. All the time," Jen insisted, emphasizing the word all. "And we can't play games that separate us. We need to be together all the time."

"You'll still go on dates without me," Mike said.

"Yeah okay."

"Overnights, weekends," he added, wanting to keep the boundaries where they were.

"Overnights, okay," Jen said. "But we have to talk about weekends. They can't be too often. Overnights either."

Mike frowned. "They're exciting," he insisted. "We both like it."

"No Mike. That's when we get into trouble. When we're apart," Jen said firmly.

They stared stubbornly at each other for long moments. They were setting boundaries, rules. The rules would make their game safer. But not nearly as exciting and thrilling.

"Okay," Mike finally said, relenting. As if wanting to get a quid pro quo, he said, "What about Ricky?"

Jen knew he wasn't just talking about tomorrow. He was talking about the future too. About the baby. "It's too early," she said in a soft voice. "Let's wait and see what happens."

Mike was impatient. He wanted to talk about it now, play with his new toy. But he nodded, agreeing reluctantly.

Jen saw his disappointment. Wanting to give him something, and still talking in a soft voice, she said "If Ricky behaves and is respectful, then he can be in the baby's life. As for me ... we'll see. I don't know Mike. We don't know. It's still early."

Mike nodded. It wasn't the answer he wanted (not completely) but he was happy she was being honest and open with him. He was hesitant to pursue it. First of all, she was right, it was still too early to know about pregnancy. Second, while he was definitely able to separate the fantasy (his cuckold desire for Jen to continue her relationship with Ricky, the biological father of the baby) from reality (his love and devotion as the actual father of the baby) he wasn't sure Jen was convinced of that and he didn't want her to think he was completely demented and irresponsible.

"I want you to know I'm feeling major NRE for Ricky right now," Jen said.

Mike's cock jerked in his pants. "Is that a threat or a promise?" he joked, using one of her lines.

Jen grinned at him. Then she got serious again. She said "Whenever I'm crushing on a boy it leads to trouble. And this is Ricky."

Mike slowly nodded, processing her words. She was crushing on Ricky. She said it. Admitted it. What if Jen was pregnant? Pregnant, AND infatuated with the father of the baby? Mike imagined all the delicious cuckold possibilities.

A wave of immense cuckold lust washed over him. He pushed Jen onto her back. He opened her legs and lowered his face to her pussy.

Jen began breathing hard as Mike worked his incredible oral magic on her pussy and clit. She missed this! "You're so good at this baby," she said, running her fingers through his hair. Her words came out like a moan.

Mike wanted to make his wife cum. She was turning him on so much and he wanted to give her pleasure. He wrapped his arms around her toned thighs to control her movements. He wasn't going to be pushed away this time. He was going to make her cum!

Jen wasn't fighting though. She wanted it too. She laid up on her elbows, watching her husband as he ate her. He was the best at this. For a moment her thoughts flashed to Allie, and Mike doing this to her. But she forced those dark thoughts away. She focused on good thoughts, her and Mike, their love for each other.

Jen's body began trembling and her fingers clutched at the sheets. Mike knew she was cumming. He moved up slightly so now the flat of this tongue was directly over her clit. He licked her harder and faster. At the same time he reached inside with 2 fingers. He curled his fingers up and rubbed over her g-spot.

Jen tensed and rolled her head back. "Oh, god, Mike!" she cried as she came. Mike licked and rubbed her through her orgasm. Eventually her clit got too sensitive. "Okay, okay," she panted, gently pushing his head away.

Mike moved up in the bed and pulled Jen into his arms. He tenderly kissed her as she recovered from her orgasm. He stroked her long blonde hair.

"I told you I'm crushing on Ricky, because I want you to know what I'm feeling," Jen told him. "I don't want to keep anything from you. But you don't have to worry. A crush is just a crush. It goes away."

"So you do want to see Ricky tomorrow," Mike said.

Jen hesitated a moment. Then she admitted, "... yes. But that would be seeing him 3 times in a week. That's a lot."

"You're playing hard to get?" Mike joked.

Jen gave him a playful scowl. "You know what I mean," she said punching his arm. "It's going fast."

"Fast is good as long as we talk, like this," Mike said. He kissed her again. "So text Ricky," he said.

Jen looked at Mike. Then she picked up her phone and texted Ricky. He texted back immediately.

"Can I see?" Mike asked reaching for her phone.

"Later baby," Jen said, dropping the phone next to them. "First this," she said as she pulled down his boxers and straddled his hips. She guided his cock into her. She leaned down and wrapped her arms around his neck. They kissed as they made love.

Cheating and Rivals Part 60

They went for dinner and drinks first. Normally Jen was on the arm of her "boyfriend," sitting with him, giving him all her attention, with Mike in the role of casual friend instead of husband. But, being cautious and wanting to slow things down, she sat with Mike at dinner and went out of her way to keep him in the conversation. Ricky was impatient but he didn't say anything and kept in good spirits. He knew he'd get his chance.

His chance came after dinner when they stopped in a bar for a drink. It was crowded with people dancing. Ricky asked Jen to dance. Jen looked at Mike. He smiled and nodded, and said "Enjoy yourself." Jen smiled back at him. Then, turning back to Ricky, she took his offered hand and walked with him to the dance floor.

Even though it was a fast song Ricky pulled Jen into his arms and they slow danced. They got in sync immediately, slowing swaying to every fifth beat of the fast techno dance song. "You feel good," Ricky said looking into Jen's eyes.

"You do too," Jen said. Ricky did feel good too, her soft body pressed against his muscular chest, his strong arms around her. She felt secure and also comfortable in his arms. They knew each other, they had history. More than that, they had a connection. It was the intimacy of close lovers.

"Never thought we'd be doing this again," Ricky said with a grin, tenderly brushing a loose strand of blonde hair from Jen's beautiful face.

"Yeah," Jen agreed with a half laugh. With Mike's new rules, she knew - this time - breaking up with Ricky was no longer pre-destined. Now, the length of their relationship depended on their feelings for each other, rather than an artificial time limit. So Jen snuggled into his arms and rested her head against his chest. Contented, she said "This does feel good."

Ricky ran his hands down Jen's back, to her waist. He rested his hands on her slim hips so his palms were on the swell of her tight ass. He felt garters under her skirt. "You wore this for me again?" he asked with a grin.

Jen nodded, then said "Don't throw it in Mike's face okay?" She knew it turned her husband on she was wearing stockings for Ricky after not wearing legwear for so long (except at Frank's command). But if Ricky gloated about it, his excitement might quickly turn to bad hurt.

"I've grown up too Jen," Ricky said with an "I'd never do that" expression on his face. Then he grinned sheepishly and admitted "Okay I'm still an ass sometimes." After a moment he laughed and said "Okay, more than sometimes."

Jen grinned and said "Lucky for you I'm attracted to jerks."

They smiled at each other. Then Ricky said "Let's go to my place." He was hard and his erection was pressing against Jen's stomach.

"Slow down cowboy," Jen said with a laugh. She whispered conspiratorially and said "Mike likes this part. When I'm with my boyfriend. Not just the sex part. The romantic parts too."

"So I'm your boyfriend and we're in a romance?" Ricky said with a teasing smile.

"Um, I'd say you're still on probation," Jen said with a teasing smile back. Then getting serious, she added "Remember, we're just having fun."

Ricky shrugged, not really liking that answer.

Sensing his mood change, Jen said "Anyways, I don't really get why you want to be with me. Why aren't you married? Or at least have a serious girlfriend?"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I told you, I don't know anyone here."

"That's bull shit," Jen scoffed. "You're hot and you know it. Probably every girl in here would go out with you. The single girls."

"How do you know I'm not dating someone?"

"Are you?"

"Say I am," Ricky said, that teasing grin on his face again. "Say I get married. Would you still hook up with me?"

"You're not married yet and you're already thinking about cheating?" Jen joked.

"Maybe we'll have an open marriage."

"That'll be the only way Ricky," Jen told him seriously. "I don't want to be the reason you cheat on your wife."

"Like you haven't fucked married men," Ricky said knowingly.

"I try not to make a habit of it," Jen said. "I'm trying to be a better person. And anyways this is different."

"How?"

"You know how."

"No I don't," Ricky insisted. "How?"

"We're friends," Jen said looking annoyed at having to explain. "So I'll be friends with your wife. I wouldn't betray her."

"So you've never fucked a friend's boyfriend? Husband?" Ricky teased.

"I told you I'm trying to be a better person," Jen said evasively, looking even more annoyed.

"I'm just kidding," Ricky said chuckling.

Jen scowled at him for a moment. She said "Shit head," but her admonishment was as much playful as filled with annoyance.

"So if I get married, and she says no to open marriage, where does that leave us?" Ricky asked, half playful, half serious.

"It leaves us as friends," Jen said. It was clear she meant the "with benefits" part of their relationship would be over. "Friends is good, right?"

Ricky stared at Jen. He said "So I guess I'm not getting married."

Jen looked back into Ricky's eyes. His words bothered her. But they made her heart flip too. A warning voice inside her said "you need to end this now."

Before she could say anything, Ricky brushed another wayward blond strand from her pretty face. He grinned and said "You said Mike likes to see romance right? Can't show him romance if there's no romance."

"Ricky, remember -," Jen began.

"I know, we're just having fun," Ricky said interrupting her. "Don't worry babe, I'm a big boy."

Jen continued to stare at Ricky. Then she let him pull her back into his arms. They held each other like boyfriend/girlfriend as they swayed to the music.

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They went to Ricky's hotel room because it was easier if Maggie slept over at their place rather than Anna at hers. Mike watched from the chair next to the bed as Ricky ravished his wife.

Ravished seemed the right word. Or maybe overwhelmed or enraptured. Ricky brought Jen to amazing sexual heights. Jen did to him too. There was definitely a connection there. Mike knew his wife always enjoyed sex better if she had an emotional connection with her lover. It was clear she had that with Ricky. It made him jealous, nervous and anxious but he managed to keep the dark emotions at bay. Also, those same dark emotions made it more thrilling for him.

After cumming Jen and Ricky lay panting in each other's arms. Mike saw an awestruck look on their faces. It was like they were both shocked they were able to rekindle the burning hot fire of their past affair so quickly. There was delight there too as they smiled into the other's eyes and whispered sweet nothings. It was like they were celebrating the incredible connection and intense attraction they had for each other.

It was a very intimate moment and Mike felt like a trespasser. He moved to the bed and said to his wife, "I'll be back. I'm going downstairs."

Jen immediately looked alarmed. Mike gave her an encouraging smile and said "I'm fine. Just want to get some air. I'll be back."

"There's a good sports bar around the corner," Ricky suggested.

Mike gave him an appreciative nod, then said to Jen "I'll go there, get a drink. I'll be back."

"How about a shower?" Ricky said after Mike was gone. His nose was inside her lush blonde hair and he was nuzzling her neck.

Jen's breath caught as Ricky kissed up her neck behind her ear. "Yeah, okay," she said, her words coming out like a moan. Even though she just came, her body still tingled as Ricky touched and kissed her. That's how infatuation was, at least for Jen (and especially when her nympho switch was on).

In the shower they hugged and kissed as the hot water rained down on them. "Let's do this," Ricky said. He turned Jen around so now her back was to him. He poured shampoo in her hair and massaged her scalp with his big strong hands. As she did with Mike, she closed her eyes and leaned back into Ricky's body.

"You still like this?" Ricky whispered into her ear as he massaged her scalp, neck and shoulders.

"Yes," Jen whispered back, the word coming out like a contented sigh. She felt guilty, doing the same things with Ricky that she did with Mike. But with both men she was the same girl, the same person. What she liked with Mike she liked with Ricky, she couldn't help it. Also, Jen knew Mike wanted her to think of Ricky as her "boyfriend." So she pushed the guilt away and gave into it.

Ricky remembered what Jen liked. With her leaning against him, he massaged her neck and shoulders. Then he massaged her scalp, firmly rubbing his finger tips across her temples. Jen moaned. She loved this.

Ricky ran his fingertips down Jen checks, then down her neck. He lingered there, caressing her, and Jen felt herself getting aroused. She leaned her head back and parted her lips invitingly. Ricky lowered his head and kissed her. Jen opened her lips wider and Ricky pushed in his tongue. She welcomed him into her mouth, rolling her tongue over his.

As they kissed Ricky ran his hands to Jen's tits. Her small breasts easily disappeared in his big hands. Ricky cupped and fondled her, stroking the sensitive undersides with his fingertips. Soon Jen was breathing hard into his mouth as they continued to kiss. Her pierced nipples were rock hard. She moaned into his mouth as he expertly tugged and twisted the diamond bars.

Jen felt Ricky's erection pressing into her back. She reached back and, knowing what he loved, she scbangd her long fingernails across the sensitive underside of his balls. "Oh fucked," he moaned into her mouth.

Ricky turned Jen around so now they were facing each other. Their lips parted only a moment. Ricky had one arm around Jen's waist, keeping their bodies pressed tightly together. With his other hand he fingered her pussy. She was breathing hard and her eyelids were heavy with lust.

Jen did with Ricky what she always did with Mike. And what she used to do with Ricky too in the shower. She soaped up her hand and then caressed his crack, from his balls to his asshole. Ricky was completely hairless down there. Jen liked that, it really turned her on (she kept herself completely bare too, except for a tiny blonde landing strip).

Ricky groaned as Jen caressed his crack. Sudden uncontrollable lust flared through his body. Moving his hands to her shoulders he forced Jen onto her knees. "God Jen, suck me babe!" he hissed. "Suck me slut!"

Jen's head swirled with excitement. Rough play turned her on. Being called a slut turned her on. And at that moment, submissively on her knees with Ricky's big thing in her face, she did feel like a slut. A helpless slut, her only purpose to pleasure strong men like Ricky. It so turned her on!

Jen also loved being forced. She hesitated on purpose, her lips almost touching Ricky's cockhead. Then as she craved, Ricky wrapped his fingers in her wet hair and pulled her face towards him. With her nipples hard as diamonds, Jen parted her lips and allowed Ricky to "force" himself into her mouth.

For a moment Jen thought of Mike. She knew he would never force her. He was too sweet for that. That's why she loved him. But, paradoxically, why she also needed a man like Ricky.

Jen gave into Ricky's control over her, meekly letting him move her head back and forth on his manhood. Her nostrils flared and she almost gagged as he stuffed his long shaft down her throat but she didn't resist. She was in major sub space now.

Then Ricky raised one foot on the side of the bath, opening himself to her. "Lick me babe," he said pulling her off his cock and pushing her face lower. Jen submissively licked his balls. When Ricky pulled her closer she licked his sandbar.

Then Ricky pulled Jen closer. Now her pretty face was practically underneath him, in his crack. Jen knew what he wanted her to do.

"Come on babe," Ricky urged her. "Lick me like you used to do."

Jen hesitated, then tentatively stuck out her tongue. She licked over and around his puckered asshole. "Oh fuck yeah," Ricky groaned as Jen rimmed him with her soft tongue. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the incredible sensations of Jen licking his asshole. God he so missed this!

Then Ricky wanted to be inside Jen. He pulled her up and pushed her against the tiled shower wall. He bent his legs and positioned his cock, then pushed in. He went in easily because she was loose from fucking before, and she was soaking (and not from the shower raining down on them).

Ricky fucked her hard and furious. He fucked her so hard her cheek and tits were smashed up against the ceramic tile wall. He had his arms around her, one hand roughly groping her tits and the other rapidly rubbing her clit. Jen exploded in a massive orgasm! Soon after Ricky came too, the jets of cum so strong they made her gasp. "Ugh!" she cried as she felt his ejaculation hitting her walls. Her body shuddered in another mini-orgasm.

Then Jen went limp in his arms. Their sex was so intense, her orgasms so powerful, she sometimes went catatonic after, as if her body needed time to recover.

Ricky held her tight, gently kissing her face with tender kisses. After a few moments Jen opened her eyes. "Fuck Ricky," she said. There was amazement in her voice and she was looking awestruck at him.

Ricky was moved just as much as her. "Yeah fuck," he said smiling into her eyes.

Jen was alarmed when she looked at the clock. Mike left over an hour ago and wasn't back yet. "I've got to go," she said and hurriedly dressed.

As Jen was about to go Ricky stopped her. "Wait, this is for you," he said handing her a small box.

Jen saw it was from Azaleas, a high end lingerie boutique in East Village. She had a feeling she knew what was inside. Her suspicions were confirmed when she opened the box. Inside where 6 g-strings.

"Oh my god, really Ricky?" she said with a laugh.

"You know me," he said with a grin.

"Are these the same ones?" she asked, the grin still on her beautiful face. She was tickled at the men in her life. Frank and Ricky, both with panty fetishes. And Mike with even more fetishes. Well, at least their fetishes were about her, she thought to herself.

"No, I tossed those out," Ricky said. He was smiling but there was emotion in his voice. Jen heard it too. An awkward silence formed between them.

"I have to go," she said in a soft voice, rubbing his arm. Trying to break the awkward moment, she stuffed the box in her bag and with a grin said "Thanks." She added "I guess" with a playful roll of her eyes.

Ricky grinned back. "Wear one next time," he said.

"We'll see," Jen said with a laugh and another roll of her blue eyes. They shared another look. Then they kissed and Jen hurried out.

Mike was on his third Highland Park when he felt a gentle tap on his shoulder. It was Jen. She affectionately leaned into him and said "I thought you were coming back up baby."

"I got caught up in the game," Mike said motioning to the flat screen TV above the bar. It was only a half lie. He motioned to the screen. The Mets were losing. Again. "I think they pushed Harvey too much last year."

"Who's Harvey?" Jen asked.

"Matt Harvey. He's the pitcher."

Jen was only a casual baseball fan and didn't know the controversy about Matt Harvey's innings limit last season. She rubbed Mike's arm and said "Want to watch the rest of the game? Or go home?"

"Harvey has threesomes," Mike told her. "He said it in an interview."

Jen couldn't help smiling. "So he's your hero," she playfully whispered. Then a question occurred to her. "Two guys? Or two girls?" she whispered, wondering if it was MMF or MFF.

"Two girls," Mike whispered back, his cheeks getting hot.

"Oh so he's not a cuckold like you," Jen whispered with a teasing smile. She looked up at the TV, at the Mets pitcher, like she was checking him out. "He's hot," she told her husband. She leaned close and whispered into his ear "Do you want me to fuck Matt baby? Do you think he'll fuck me? Maybe I'm not pretty enough."

Mike's eyes went wide, like a deer in headlights. He was speechless, and his dick was rock hard. "You're way pretty enough," he managed to say with a dry voice.

"Fuckable huh?" Jen teased with a crooked grin. She giggled. Grabbing his arm, she playfully pulled him to his feet and said "Let's go home baby."

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Cheating and Rivals Pt. 61-65

Cheating and Rivals Part 61

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

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

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

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

"Well ..."

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

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

"True," Mike agreed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

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

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

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

"I've done it for you."

"You hate doing it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You hate it though."

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

"Like a porn star."

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

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

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

"How do you know?"

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

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

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

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

"You always say that," Mike said skeptically.

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

"No, I'm telling the truth."

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

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

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

"You still have it in?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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"So you always wore g-strings for Ricky?" Mike asked, feeling a wave of cuckold angst wash over him.

"I mean, not always ...," Jen sputtered, seeing the agony on Mike's face. She wanted to change the subject from the "baby thing" but she didn't want to go into bad hurt territory.

"That's okay, I'm just curious," Mike quickly assured her.

"Um, well ...," Jen said hesitantly. With a sheepish grin she said "Ricky used to say he liked seeing my ass in a g-string."

"You have a fantastic ass," Mike said with a grin, reaching over and giving her a squeeze. Jen's ass was shapely yet incredibly firm and tight, silky smooth, and tan too from laying out in the hot summer sun.

"Well I'm glad you approve," Jen teased with a giggle.

"I want a better look," Mike said. He rolled his wife over onto her stomach and admired her ass. He imagined Jen in one of the g-strings and Ricky lusting over the sight. A wave of intense desire washed over him. Without a word to Jen, he spread her cheeks and began licking her puckered asshole.

"Oh fuck," Jen moaned at the delightful sensation of her husband's wet tongue licking her ass. "Oh god Mike. Fuck. Yeah. Oh fuck. Do it. Do it baby. Lick my ass."

Jen's dirty talk inflamed Mike, especially when she said "Lick my ass."

A switch turned inside Jen. Now she was the top and Mike her bottom. He was eating her ass! He was her cuck! She was his dom!

Jen twisted on the bed so she was on her back. She opened her legs and, grabbing Mike's hair, she pulled his mouth to her pussy. Her lips were still wet with Ricky's cum. She was still full of him. Even knowing that, Jen pulled Mike to her pussy and said "Eat me out baby. Make me cum."

Mike wasn't into creampies. He was a cuck but that had never been his thing. But Jen's dominance made him wild with desire! He was out of his mind with lust! He eagerly lapped at Jen's cum filled pussy.

Jen had her cum face on and Mike was SO - FUCKING - GOOD at eating pussy. Within moments she came.

Panting as she came down from her orgasm, Jen pulled Mike up to her. His lips and chin were wet with Ricky's cum (and her own juices). With her finger she wiped up the sex juices from Mike's face. Feeling naughty, she offered her finger to him. After a moment's hesitation, Mike took her finger into his mouth and swallowed more of Ricky's jizz. Seeing Mike do that - reluctantly do that!! - so delighted her she feed him the rest of her lover's cum.

"You like that?" Jen asked as she feed Mike another finger of sex juices.

"No," Mike said, although he swallowed her finger into his mouth.

Jen giggled, a delighted sparkle in her beautiful blue eyes. She LOVED making Mike do things he hated!

Finally after Mike's face was clean, Jen put her hand over his hard cock. "You haven't cum yet," she observed.

"It won't take much," he said.

Jen nodded. She could tell he was so turned on it would probably only take a single stroke of her hand. She also knew he wouldn't enjoy that too much.

"You're not allowed to cum until I say so," Jen said. She squeezed the base of his cock, just hard enough to be painful. It made Mike wince but also made his orgasm less imminent.

"I know what you want," she said reaching over to the nightstand. She pulled a Durex condom from the drawer. She ripped the square foil package open with her teeth and rolled the rubber down her husband's shaft. Then she pushed him onto his back and straddled his hips. She used her hand to guide him into her pussy.

"I guess my little cock isn't good enough to be inside your pussy bareback," Mike said.

Jen looked into her husband's face. Cuckold lust burned in his eyes. Playing along, she said "That's right baby. Not after a real man like Ricky."

Mike moaned at her words. Jen rode him slow, trying to draw it out, wanting to make his orgasm really good. "You probably don't even want my cock anymore," he said between gasps.

"Yeah baby," Jen said. "Ricky gives me everything I need. He takes all my horniness. I don't need your little cock anymore."

"You don't WANT my cock anymore," Mike insisted, drawing a difference between "want" and "need."

"That's right baby," Jen said, knowing what her kinky husband wanted to hear. "I have Ricky, so I don't want your body. Your little thing's cute, but it can't compare to a real man's cock."

"Oh god!" Mike cried. With a lurch, he grunted and came into the condom.

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As Mike and Jen were fucking and playing their game, Ricky was alone in his hotel room. He felt lonely and down. When Jen was here, he was happy; life was good. But now with her gone, life wasn't as rosy. It wasn't miserable, it wasn't that bad. But it certainly wasn't good.

What the fuck was he doing with Jen again? She broke his heart once. Now he was giving her another chance? Really? Where was his pride? His was a fucking Marine, he had the Medal of Honor! Why was he acting like a pathetic love sick wuss?

The problem was, he loved Jen. He had thought he was over her. He'd been in a good place in LA and working an important job. He had felt good about himself. And then Frank fucking Tower got him transferred here!

His one consolation - his hope - was Jen was the reason. That SHE convinced Frank to get him transferred. Because SHE wanted to be with him again.

Jen denied it but it made sense. After all, here they were back together again. They had a real connection. Their sex was incredible and he could tell she still had feelings for him. It was like all those years apart never happened.

But still, Jen was married to Mike. Why, he didn't understand. He never had. Mike was a nice enough guy - he really did consider the brainiac a friend - but he wasn't in Jen's league. The fact they split up a few times (he heard the rumors) proved their future together wasn't a sure thing. The way Jen fucked around so much outside her marriage proved that too.

Ricky paused and reconsidered that thought. Maybe that was something Jen liked about Mike. He gave her the freedom to be with other men. So she had the best of both worlds, the security of a dutiful husband at home and a free pass to fuck whoever she wanted. Maybe that's why Jen stayed with him.

Whatever. That didn't explain why he was fucking around with her. Again. Because he hoped she would eventually dump Mike and fall into his arms? Again, how did he become such a pathetic wuss?

The smart move was to cut all ties with Jen. Do it fast, decisive and with finality, like cauterizing a wound. The world was full of pretty, bubbly girls. He just needed to find one who didn't have so much baggage. How hard was that? He was a good looking guy. He made decent money. He had the Medal of Honor for Christ's sake. How hard was it to find a good looking girl?

The problem was, he didn't want another girl. He wanted Jen. He loved her.

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Ricky forced himself to wait until Wednesday. Then he called up Jen. "Hey babe," he said with a smile in his voice. "What're you up to?"

Jen smiled hearing Ricky's voice. No, more than smiled. She felt her heart flip. "Not much," she said, a smile in her voice too. "My last day's soon."

"You're really going on Broadway?" he asked.

"I don't know," Jen said with an uncertain shrug. "Duncan postponed rehearsals again. I think maybe it'll never happen. That's okay though. I'm looking forward to spending more time with Anna."

"A stay at home mom huh?" Ricky joked with a grin. "I guess you're officially a MILF now."

"Well I am 30," Jen said with a laugh.

"You don't look 30," Ricky said back.

"Well thanks, I guess that's a compliment," Jen said with another laugh.

"It's definitely a compliment," Ricky assured her. "You still look like that girl I met in college. But more beautiful and hotter. Although I'm not sure how that's possible."

Jen smiled at Ricky's gushing praise. But it made her feel uncomfortable too. They lapsed into an awkward silence. It was understandable. Despite being lovers again, they didn't know where they stood in the other's life. That made talking hard sometimes. You didn't know what was fair game, and what was off-limits.

"So ...," Ricky said with a laugh.

"So ...," Jen said with a laugh back.

"If you're not doing anything, let's have lunch," he suggested.

"We just saw each other."

"That was last week."

"Ricky," Jen said. "I told you this can't be like last time."

"You told me we can't go behind Mike's back," Ricky said. "So ask him." When Jen didn't respond, he said "Come on, it's just lunch."

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

"Ricky asked me to lunch," Jen said a few minutes later on the phone with Mike.

Mike felt himself get hard. "Do you want to?" he asked.

"He'll want more than lunch," she told him.

"I know," Mike said. "Do you want to?" he asked again. "Tell me the truth." He heard excitement in her voice so he knew she wanted to. But he wanted her to say it.

Jen hesitated, then said honestly "... yes."

"Thanks for being honest," Mike said. "And asking me."

"I'm trying to make the game work better," she said.

"I know you are," he said. "I think it is."

"I think so too," Jen agreed. "So, um ..."

"Go ahead," Mike said. "You'll be home by dinner?"

"Of course baby," Jen assured him.

"Okay," Jen said a moment later to Ricky. "Where?"

"I'll pick you up," Ricky suggested.

"You know that's not a good idea," Jen told him. The last thing she needed was a co-worker seeing her go out with Ricky. There were already too many rumors swirling around her.

She thought about where to go. This was always the challenge. Going to a place where she wasn't likely to run into someone she knew. She whispered "Let's just go to your hotel room." Sometimes the obvious answer was right in front of you.

"That's where I hope to end up," he said with a chuckle.

"What?"

"I want to hang with you Jen," Ricky said, opening up his heart. "I want it to be more than just sex. I want to hang out together, like we used to."

"We're just having fun Ricky," Jen reminded him again.

"What? Going to lunch isn't fun?" he said with a laugh.

"I guess you're right," Jen said with a laugh back. Whispering again, she said "We can't go to just anywhere. I don't want to run into someone I know."

"Do you know many Marines?" he asked.

"Um ... no."

"Then I know a place," Ricky said. He gave her the address.

After talking to Ricky, Jen went into her private bathroom. Looking into the mirror, she wished she wore something sexier. But she hadn't counted on seeing Ricky today.

There were some things she could do. She pinned up her hair, knowing he liked her that way. Then she rolled on stockings (she always kept a spare in her desk in case of a run). She was still usually bare legged. Frank had gotten her out of the habit of wearing hosiery. But she knew stockings turned Ricky on so of course she was going to wear them for him. Her thoughts flashed to Mike. He loved it too when she wore stockings. Yet she never wore hosiery for him anymore. The reason was Frank, but that really wasn't an excuse anymore since she was wearing stockings for Ricky.

But Jen remembered the other night. Ricky fucked her bareback yet Mike had to wear a condom. And the whole thing about rimming Ricky but not Mike. That had really turned Mike on. Being denied. Doing things for her boyfriend and not him. Mike got so hot at all that. Not just the other night, but other times, like with Frank and other men. Jen shrugged inside. Mike was a cuck after all. A bottom. Frank believed that, and now she believed it too. At that moment she decided to continue wearing stockings for Ricky but not her husband.

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Jen touched up her makeup. She put in a sponge. Then she rushed out to catch a cab.

It was a pub called Shore Leave. It catered to the military crowd in New York City. Ricky met Jen outside. She greeted him with a brief hug and kiss to the cheek.

"Can you do me a favor?" he asked.

"What?"

"This is a military bar. I probably know people inside," Ricky said. He looked at her left hand. "Can you take off your wedding ring?"

Jen hesitated as she processed Ricky's request. This was the whole point of the game - she was his boyfriend. So she couldn't exactly wear her rings in front of his friends. Last time she did the same thing. On top of that, she and Mike played the wedding ring game all the time so she knew he'd be okay with it.

"Alright," Jen said. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and put them into a zippered pouch of her purse.

"You look incredible," Ricky gushed as they sat in a booth close to each other. He brushed his fingers across her blonde hair. "I like it like this," he said with an appreciative smile.

"I know you do," Jen said with a smile back. With a playful giggle she said "Don't get too full of yourself. I always dress for the man I'm with. I mean, why wouldn't I?"

Ricky didn't like hearing that but what could he do? He was a big boy and knew the score. Jen was married and played with men on the side - not just him but MEN as in plural.

"So how does Frank like your hair?" he said trying to keep bitterness out of his voice.

"I told you, short. So I wear it up for him too," Jen said. "Mike likes it long," she added although Ricky already knew that too.

"When you go out with Mike and Frank, do you wear it up or down?" he asked, curious.

"If I'm with Frank I wear it up," Jen said with a shrug. "But Mike wants that so I'm doing it for him too."

"Okay, whatever," Ricky said with a laugh. He reached under the table and squeezed her thigh. "Speaking of dressing for me, are you wearing a G?"

"I couldn't. I came right from work," Jen told him, looking apologetic. "It's funny. You and Frank are obsessed with panties."

"What?" Ricky asked with a curious raised eyebrow.

Jen explained about the panties. Then at his prompting she gave him more information about Frank.

Ricky thought about it. Then he said "The panties might not be his wife's."

"Then who?"

"This is kind of psycho ...," Ricky warned.

"Go ahead," Jen said. Now she was really curious.

"Maybe they're Sophie's," Ricky suggested.

Jen's jaw dropped. "Sophie is his daughter!" she said shocked.

"So?" Ricky said with a shrug. "Frank likes young girls. Maybe they fucked. You said they don't talk. Maybe that's why. See? It fits."

"That's fucked up Ricky," Jen said with a shiver.

"I'm just saying," Ricky said with another shrug. "I've got another one."

"I'm not sure I want to hear it."

"You probably don't. Seriously. You probably don't."

Jen didn't say anything for long moments. Then her curiosity got the better of her. "Okay, what?" she asked.

"This'll really freak you out."

"Just tell me," Jen snapped.

"Okay," Ricky said with a laugh. "You said Frank's a major player right? And he's friends with your parents? Maybe he had an affair with your mom."

Jen's eyes went wide and her lips parted, once again shocked. She was silent as she processed Ricky's idea. Finally she said "That's freaking demented Ricky."

"I know," Ricky said with a laugh. "Maybe Frank IS fucking his daughter. But it's you not Sophie."

"Oh god I do NOT want to hear this!" Jen said covering her ears with her hands. "That is demented Ricky!"

"I'm surprised you and Mike didn't think of it," Ricky said.

"That's because we're normal people!" Jen said glaring at him. "We don't have a sick imagination like you!"

"Are you really pissed?" Ricky said with a grin. "I'm just kidding around. They ARE probably his wife's. Which is still weird but whatever."

"It's not weird it's sweet," Jen said with another glare at him. Then she broke down and laughed. "Okay, it's weird too."

They shared a good laugh. It was the laugh of 2 people who liked each other. A lot.

Ricky grinned at her and caressed her back over her bra straps. "You used to go braless for me," he reminded her.

"Ricky my nipple rings will show," Jen whispered.

"So?" Ricky said with a grin. He held out his hand and said "No one knows you here. Go into the bathroom. Take off your bra. And then put it in my hand."

Jen stared at Ricky. Suddenly her heart was pounding. If Mike was there he'd say she had her cum face on.

Without saying anything, Jen got up and walked to the bathroom.

As soon as Jen was gone a couple Marines came over, Mac and Hank. Ricky had gotten to know them since being transferred. They were good guys.

"Hey Ricky, who's the hottie?" Mac asked.

"Her name's Jen, we're college friends," Ricky said.

"Looks like you're more than friends," Hank said.

Ricky grinned. He and Jen had been sitting and talking close. Anyone looking would think they were a couple. Which, at the moment, they were.

"I guess you could say we're together," Ricky said. He felt proud saying that. He felt even prouder when Mac and Hank gave him impressed smiles.

"Way to go buddy," Mac said impressed.

"Yeah, OO-RAH," Hank said with a grin.

"OO-RAH!" Ricky and Mac repeated and then they all laughed.

"Hey you're buddies with Goose right?" Mac asked.

"Yeah we served in Afghanistan together," Ricky said. "We were stationed here before."

"Well he's back," Mac said. "Just got back from another tour."

"No shit," Ricky said.

At that moment Jen approached. Mac and Hank immediately took a step back to give her space. "Ma'am," they said politely with a slight nod of their heads.

"Jen, this is Mac and Hank," Ricky said. "Guys, this is Jen."

Jen demurely shook their hands. Mac and Hank tried to be gentlemen but they couldn't help stealing glances at her chest. Without the bra her nipples (and the bars) were clearly outlined in her dress. Jen knew they were looking and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Thankfully Mac and Hank stayed only another moment.

"Oh my god I can't believe your friends saw me like this," Jen said sitting down next to Ricky. Under the table, she stuffed her lacy white bra in his hand. The bra was one of Frank's, padded to conceal her pierced nipples.

Ricky grinned. He looked at her chest too. "Damn you look incredible Jen," he gushed.

Jen couldn't help smiling. She loved male attention!

Ricky moved closer until their thighs touched and put his arm around her. "Ricky not here," Jen said pulling away but he held her tight.

"Babe no one knows you here," he said reassuringly. "They think you're with me." Looking in her eyes and tenderly stroking her cheek, he said "You are with me right?"

Jen looked back into Ricky's eyes. She nodded. Then Ricky kissed her.

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Ricky and Jen lay panting next to each other on the bed in his hotel room. They had both just cum and her pussy was full of his cream.

"I better go," Jen said getting up. It was getting late and she promised Mike to be home by dinner.

"Just wait a second," Ricky said, wrapping his arm around her. As they snuggled, he said "This feels good right?"

"Yeah," she agreed. She meant it too, it felt awesome. She contentedly closed her eyes and snuggled deeper in his arm. She needed to get home but she could enjoy this for a few more minutes.

Ricky thought about all the freedom Mike gave Jen. To be with other men. Then he thought about what Mac said. He said "You remember Goose? He's here in New York."

Jen's body tensed in surprised. Then she forced herself to relax. "How is he?" she asked.

"I haven't seen him yet," Ricky said. "He just got stationed here."

Jen thought about Goose, remembering. Then she shrugged, as if saying to herself "that was a long time ago." She got out of bed and said "I really have to go." She hurriedly dressed.

"You know, I think I need to get an apartment," Ricky said looking around his hotel room.

"It must be expensive staying here," Jen said as she stepped into her high heels. She hadn't bothered to put stockings back on. After all she was only going home to Mike.