Adultery Pandora's Box by xleglover

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Chapter 9


Mike woke before Jen. While sleeping she'd thrown the blankets off, giving him a clear view of her body. Her nipples and pussy lips were swollen. Hickeys marked her neck, bite marks on her breasts. Additional evidence of her passionate night of sex with Ralph was all around them. The bed smelt like sex. Jen's torn and laddered pantyhose lay on the floor.

Jen opened her eyes. "Hey you," she said sleepily.

"Hi," Mike said, his one syllable reply carrying the weight of all his emotions.

Jen smiled weakly. "It got really intense last night."

"Yeah. Really intense."

Jen tried to read her husband's face. Not able to, she snuggled close to him. After a few moments of silence, she asked, "Was it good for you? Everything you wanted?"

It was a fair question, given how much he'd talked about it over the years, how much he'd encouraged and coaxed her to play his games. He made a snap decision not to reveal how much he hurt. He wanted to keep his wife. If he had any chance at doing that, he couldn't act like a wimp or a whiner. "It was great!" he said forcing a smile and trying to sound enthusiastic. "You were wonderful!"

She looked relieved. "I was afraid there. I know I got out of control a little. Sometimes you didn't look too happy."

He shrugged, but he kept the smile planted on his face. "You know, I've told you, sometimes I feel jealous, but that just adds to the excitement." He forced a chuckle, trying to sound lighthearted. "You did get out of control there. I guess you really enjoyed yourself."

"Well – yeah!" she said laughing. "I mean, Ralph is incredible! I know you'll want to know how many times he made to cum, but honestly I lost count. I mean, it was like one continuous orgasm! And each one got more intense! He's so amazing! I can't believe Alicia let a man like that go!"

Mike kept the smile on his face, but her words were like daggers in his heart. They were silent, Mike thinking about how to say the next thing. He had to be careful, he didn't want Jen to lose her temper. He said tentatively, "You know, we didn't make Ralph wear a condom last night ..."

"I know, and he came gallons," she giggled. Then she realized the implications. "Oh my god ..."

It was telling how much Jen had gotten completely caught up in Ralph's body and cock that, until now, she hadn't realized the possible consequences of letting him fuck her bareback and cum inside her.

Mike quickly took her hands. "It's all my fault," he said. "I got so caught up in the moment I wasn't thinking. But ... I think we need to get you a morning after pill."

Jen's face dropped. "But ... we've been trying for months to get pregnant. We've been having so much sex lately, I thought this might be the month." The reality of having to take the morning after pill and aborting what could be Mike's baby hit her, and she started to cry. She so wanted to have a baby and start a family.

"Shhhhhh, it's okay, it's okay," he said taking her into his arms and comforting her.

Later that day Mike took Jen to see her doctor, Irene. "Well, that's wasn't fun," she said emerging from the doctor's office and into the waiting room. "Irene knows we're trying to have a baby, so when I asked about the morning after pill she asked me if I'm having an affair."

Mike felt bad for her embarrassment. Irene had been Jen's doctor since she was a little girl. "I'm sorry honey."

She shrugged, not looking at Mike. "Whatever," she said giving Mike the cold shoulder. She was mad because she felt he'd gotten her into this. Mike went into the Long's drug store while Jen waited in the car. Morning after pills were over the counter, but Jen had wanted to see her doctor to make sure there weren't any side effects, especially with her ability to have children later. Mike intended to get just 1 pill. Hopefully they'd never need it again after this time. But then he thought ... who knows what could happen, they might need more of these. But how many? Two, three? He shrugged and just bought five. When they got home Mike took out one of the pills, putting the rest in his medicine cabinet. He handed the pill to Jen, and she looked at it like it was death. Then quickly she put it in her mouth and swallowed it with a big gulp of water.

Jen was too sore for sex that evening, and anyway the morning after pill had put a damper on everything. It wasn't until a few days later that she recovered, both physically and emotionally. Mike's cock was bursting, he was dying to fuck and re-live the night with Ralph. The ordeal of the morning after pill brought them closer, and his insecurities of the experience had faded, leaving only his lustful fantasies. "Did you get any sleep, or did you fuck all night long?" he groaned as he fucked her.

"I think I passed out once," she said, pushing her pelvis up to meet her husband's thrusts. "It was right after we both came. But he stayed in me while we slept, I think. I woke up with him inside me. He was soft but he's so long and thick I still felt full. I started kissing him and rocking on him, and he got hard, and then he woke up and we fucked again." Mike came thinking of Ralph spooning his wife, both of them sleeping, with her still impaled on his long cock.

A few weeks later, Mike and Jen saw Ralph at church. He was alone, so they assumed it was Alicia's weekend with the kids. Mike steered Jen to Ralph's pew. He couldn't stop thinking about their evening together. He'd gotten jealous and bothered, but survived it. Strong emotions were sure to follow after watching your wife get her brains fucked out by another man. But that's a big part of what made it so exciting, and he wanted it to happen again.

As the service ended, Mike whispered into Jen's ear. "Do you want to go home with him?"

"Mike, no," she whispered back. "It's too awkward."

"I can talk to him."

"Mike ..."

He could tell she wanted to. After the service ended and they were walking out, Mike looked questioning at his wife. She gave him a non-committal shrug. He gave her a lecherous grin and caught up with Ralph while she waited.

"Ralph, wait up," Mike said catching up. He motioned Ralph to an unoccupied corner of the church's foyer. It was the first time they'd spoken since that evening, and he could tell Ralph was feeling awkward. He gave him a friendly smile to put him at ease. "Do you have plans today? Picking up the kids or anything?"

"No, Alicia has the kids until tomorrow morning."

Mike lowered his voice even more, looking around to make sure no one was within earshot. "Interested in coming over?"

Ralph looked surprised. "Are you serious? You're not upset about the other night?"

Mike smiled. "No -- I told you what I'm into."

Ralph slowly nodded, as if coming to grips with Mike's crazy fantasy. "Are you sure Jen wants to?"

Mike grinned. "Yeah, she does." Both men looked over to where Jen stood.

She blushed as they looked at her, looking down at her feet to avoid their eyes. She couldn't imagine a more awkward situation. Mike annoyed her with his one track mind. But to be honest she'd thought about that night – and Ralph -- a lot. It'd been incredible, and she wouldn't mind trying it – and him -- again.

Outside in the parking lot, Mike held the door open for Jen. "Do you want to follow us?" he asked Ralph.

"You know, I actually have to be close to home. Alicia said she might drop the kids off early. I think she might have a date." More awkwardness followed. Alicia might have a date, but that was nothing compared to what they were doing.

Mike spoke up with an easy solution. "Why don't you two go over to your place? Honey, I'll be at home. Just call me when you want to be picked up." As the three of them split into two cars and drove away, they didn't notice the person watching them from across the parking lot.

Ralph and Jen rode in silence, and the awkwardness continued when they got to his house. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife. "Want a drink?" Ralph finally asked.

"I'd love one!" Jen said immediately. They looked at each other, and then burst out laughing.

"Are you okay with Alicia dating?" Jen asked as Ralph handed her a drink.

"I don't care. I think she's doing it to make me jealous."

"Are you jealous?"

"No," Ralph said immediately with an air of finality.

Jen thought he was being callous, but didn't say anything thinking it wasn't her business. She sat down with her wine and crossed her legs. Ralph sat next to her, his eyes going to her legs. "I have to admit something to you," he said tearing his eyes from her legs and looking at her face. "Remember that time you came over to watch football, and you wore those holey jeans? I kept looking at that hole the entire day." He blushed in embarrassment. "I've never met a girl who wears pantyhose under jeans."

Of course Jen remembered. His confession made her blush. "I guess I got in the habit in college. Freshman year, my business class was all the way across campus from the dance studio. So sometimes after dance class I had to pull on jeans over my tights to get to class on time."

Ralph smiled lustfully. "You look incredible in leotards."

"How would you know?" she asked with a sly grin. She took a dance class at Ralph's gym, but she didn't remember him ever seeing her in dancewear.

He looked embarrassed again. "Sometimes I use the security camera to watch your class."

Jen's eyes went wide. "Oh my god, you're a stalker!"

He grinned, hearing the playfulness in her voice. "I am when it comes to you."

Jen got on her knees on the sofa and leaned into him, his arms immediately going around her waist. "Well, maybe I'll have to come over here sometime in my leotard and tights."

"I'd love that," he said as he kissed her, his hands cupping her firm ass cheeks. He was treated to the feel of a garter strap.

Jen smiled sensing his excitement. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" she asked as she felt his hands disappear under her dress and explore her lingerie. "I thought the day might end this way. Mike's been talking about that other night a lot."

"He's different, that's for sure."

"You're being too nice," she said giggling. "I think perverted is the right word. Maybe obsessed."

"Well, whatever it's called, I'm just happy I get to spend time with you," he said trying to be nice. He ran his fingers along the lacy stocking tops, her bare skin above, the straps of her garter belt. "You wore this for me?"

"Yeah," she said huskily, getting turned on by his caresses. "Just for you."

Ralph's heart leaped. She'd been thinking about him, and even dressed special for him. He kissed her and rolled her onto her back, pulling her skirt up as he did. Jen's hands went to his chest, pulling off his tie and then unbuttoning his shirt. As he reached around her and unzipped her dress, she reached to his pants. In moments they were both completely nude, except Jen still had on her bra, garter belt, stockings and heels (she hadn't worn panties). Neither needed any foreplay, they were too hungry for each other. Ralph got between her legs and aimed his cock at her pussy. He was about to push into her when Jen remembered.

"Wait Ralph," she said pushing on his chest. "In my purse. A condom."

Ralph hated condoms. "Come on, we didn't need that last time."

"I know, but we have to." She reached over into her purse and pulled out one of the packages. "Sorry," she said as she tore open the package and rolled the condom onto his cock. Even though the condom was extra-large she still had difficulty getting it around his girth, and it went down barely half way down his long shaft.

Their sex was fantastic. Like before he fucked her long and hard, and when she came her orgasm seemed to go on forever. Ralph loved it too, her pussy was so tight, and her body was incredible. Also, looking into her gorgeous face as they fucked was hypnotizing, something he could easily lose himself in. After they both came and caught their breaths, Jen reached to his cock and pulled off the condom. She'd never done this before, but it fascinated her. She held it from the opening and the thin sheath strained downward from the weight of the large amount of thick milky cream inside. "Wow, I can't believe how much you cum."

He laughed. "Alicia always called it my super power."

Jen smiled at the joke. She remembered how many times he'd cum inside her that first night, each time shooting a huge load like this into her unprotected womb. It was a good thing she'd taken the morning after pill. If she hadn't already been pregnant from Mike, Ralph surely would have impregnated her.

"Are you hungry, I can order Chinese food," Ralph said. He took the condom from her and tossed it in the trash.

"That sounds good." She held out her arms inquiringly. She still wore the bra, garter belt, stockings and ankle strap heels. "Um ... would you like me to keep this on?"

He gave her a crooked smile. "Would you mind?"

She giggled, charmed by his adorable boyish expression. "Of course not," she said giving him a quick kiss. "But do you have a robe I could wear ... I'm kind of cold."

"Yeah, sure," he said looking around.

Then Jen saw his shirt and picked it up. "Oh, I can wear this, if that's okay." She put it on. It comfortably dbangd over her. She liked it, it smelled like him.

"Sure," he said. He liked seeing her in his shirt. Also, she looked incredibly hot, the shirt just long enough to cover her stocking tops, but short enough to show off the rest of her shapely stocking clad legs.

After eating they fucked again. Their sex was fantastic (once again her orgasm lasted forever), and after their breathing finally returned to normal, Ralph pulled out. He was careful, but as he pulled out the condom ripped leaving a large glob of his sperm in her womb. "Damn!" she said alarmed seeing the ripped condom.

"I'm sorry, I tried to be careful."

"I know you did, it's not your fault," she said stroking his cheek with her hand. But she felt panicked, looking down and seeing the milky cream leaking from her pussy lips.

"I don't get it, you didn't seem to mind last time," Ralph said.

"I'm not on any birth control," Jen explained distractedly as she hurriedly shed her lingerie and heels and went into the bathroom. She got into the shower and tried to clean up as best she could.

Ralph stood in the door of the bathroom, watching her frantically cleaning up. "So I guess we were lucky," he said.

Not thinking, Jen shook her head and blurted out, "I took a morning after pill."

Jen's words hit him like a physical blow. "What?" he said harshly.

Jen looked up, hearing his angry tone. She dried herself. "Ralph, I had to. Mike and I are trying to have a baby. That's why I stopped taking the pill. We couldn't take a chance."

"So you killed what could have been my baby?" he asked angrily.

She tried to reason with him. "Ralph, listen to what you're saying. I'm not married to you." She picked up her dress and put it on. "I better go." She picked up her phone and called Mike. "Can you pick me up? Yeah, it was. Um, I can't really talk now. 10 minutes? Okay, love you." Jen looked back at Ralph. "Mike's at a Starbucks down the street, he'll be here in a few minutes." She stroked his cheek with her hand. "I'm sorry I've upset you. I had a great time, you're wonderful. "

She stuffed her lingerie in her purse and picked up her heels, holding them by the ankle straps. She turned to go but Ralph grabbed her arm. "Jen, I know what I said was crazy. I'm just saying ... if you were my wife, I'd never let another man get within 10 feet of you, much less touch you or have sex with you. Mike doesn't deserve you. He's a pervert. You deserve a lot better than him."

Jen pulled away. "Ralph, I don't want to talk about this."

Ralph took both her arms and looked into her eyes. "Jen, just think about this. You say you're trying to get pregnant, right? Then why's Mike letting me make love to you? Not once, but twice! What kind of man is he?"

Jen pushed against Ralph's chest. "I've got to go," she pleaded. Ralph let her go. She opened the door and, looking once more into his eyes, she left.

Mike fucked Jen later that night, but she didn't seem into it, just going through the motions. He sensed she'd had a spat with Ralph, and that gave him a sense of comfort. Sure, Ralph was a good fuck, but at his core he was just a big dicked jock, not someone Jen could be happy with long term. Ralph was like all the guys Jen dated before she met him. They were all handsome and good in bed, but she'd fallen in love with him, not any of them. But this confirmed to Mike that Ralph was the perfect man to help further their fantasies. Clearly she was enthralled by Ralph's huge penis and sexual prowess, but turned off by his personality.

Jen worried about the ripped condom (luckily she hadn't been ovulating). She decided not to tell Mike. He'd want her to take another morning after pill, and she couldn't bear to. She was religious, and had a problem with the idea of abortion (although she didn't judge what other women did). The morning after pill was too much like abortion to her, and she couldn't do that again. She and Mike had been having a lot of sex, so if she got pregnant it was just as likely his as Ralph's. She decided to pray a lot, and leave it in the hands of God.

A week later, Jen went to happy hour with Annie, Tracy and some other friends from work (it was Annie's birthday). "Isn't that your friend Ralph?" Annie asked. Jen looked across the room. Yes, it was Ralph. He was in a small booth with a girl Jen recognized from the gym. At first Jen thought it was Sophie, but she quickly realized it was another girl. What a surprise, Jen thought somewhat annoyed -- the girl had short dark hair and was very pretty, very young, and very busty. They left soon after, with the girl's arms around his neck and Ralph's hands all over her. Jen was certain they were going back to his house to have sex. It bothered her, although she knew she had no reason to be. Still, he hadn't called her all week (granted, she hadn't called him either).

Jen got her period, and said a silent prayer to God. Later that month Mike prepared for another business trip. "Why don't you give Ralph a call while I'm away," he suggested. They hadn't played the game for weeks (since the last time with Ralph), and his obsession craved more excitement.

"I don't know," Jen said without any enthusiasm. She'd avoided Ralph since seeing him the last time. What he'd said bothered her, because it fed into her own growing doubts about her husband. But what really hit Jen was when Ralph referred to their sex as "love making." She didn't want to think of it as lovemaking. It was just fucking, right? Right?

Mike grinned. "Just think about it," he said light heartedly. He disappeared into her closet. A few minutes later he came out with an outfit and dropped it on the bed. "Wear this if you change your mind," he said with an easy smile. "Remember to email me a picture."

Something inside Jen snapped. She couldn't believe Mike's nonchalant carefree attitude. He treated sex like it was as casual as shaking hands. He didn't see any consequences from it. "Fine," she said with barely controlled anger. "Well, if I'm going to do this then I think I should go back on the pill." She narrowed her eyes, saying it as a challenge.

Mike was oblivious to her signals. Instead, he was delighted. If Jen wanted to go back on birth control, she must really be getting into this. That was completely okay with him. He wasn't ready for a baby yet, as that would completely put a kibosh on their game playing. "That's probably a good idea," he said enthusiastically. "It won't help this time, but you still have the condoms, right?"

"Right," Jen said hollowly. She'd assumed Mike would back off the game if it meant delaying starting a family. Clearly though he had his priorities elsewhere.

Mike finished packing, excited at the prospect of another adventure between his wife and her big dicked lover. He knew condoms weren't 100% guaranteed, but he still had four of the day after pills in his medicine cabinet.

Jen resolved not to call or see Ralph. She had issues with Mike – maybe they should go to counseling -- and seeing Ralph again wouldn't help things. Sometimes she caught herself thinking about him. That wasn't good. She threw the clothes Mike had picked out into her closet. No, she wouldn't see Ralph.

While in her closet, she glanced at her lingerie drawer. She opened it. Underneath her panties she found the birth control pills. One pack was full. She thought about where she was in her cycle. With a heavy heart, she punched out the right tablet and swallowed it. She and Mike had too many issues to work out to think out having a baby right now.

On Friday Annie and Tracy invited her to another happy hour. She decided to go. Mike wouldn't be home until Sunday evening, and it was lonely at home. They went to a trendy bar in the Meat Packing district. Good looking guys repeatedly approached Jen and hit on her, ignoring Annie and Tracy. Tracy looked at her sourly. "Jen, don't take this the wrong way, but this is the last time you're coming to happy hour with us." Jen smiled trying to look modest, but deep down she loved the attention.

"Jen, there he is again," Annie said pointing across the room. Jen looked, and she saw Ralph. Once again he was with a new girl, but she looked the same as the others: short dark hair, pretty, young and busty. "God, I wish I could get a man like that to notice me. What's she got that I don't?"

Jen and Tracy looked at Ralph's date, and then at Annie, trying to hold back laughter. Finally Annie smiled sheepishly. "Okay, a couple of bra sizes," Annie said, and then all three girls burst out laughing.

By that time, Jen was already feeling tipsy from two Cosmopolitans, and some girlish prideful part of her wanted to show Annie and Tracy that she could hold her own against a busty 21 year old. "I think I'll go say hi," she said getting up, then she walked over to Ralph's table.

"Hey you," Jen said as she caught Ralph's eye.

"Hi Jen!" Ralph practically shouted excitedly when he saw her. He noticed her flushed cheeks, and the way she seemed unsteady on her feet. He grinned. "Are you drunk?"

"Absolutely not," she said definitively, slurring her words a little. Then she brazenly took the Guinness from Ralph's hand and took a big gulp. "Okay, well, maybe now." Then the taste of the dark bitter beer hit her taste buds. "Yuk! What is this?!" she exclaimed, screwing up her face and looking at the bottle like it was poison.

Ralph laughed and pulled her to sit next to him. "Cathy, can you move over a little?" he said moving his date so far over she barely had any room in the booth.

Cathy recognized Jen from the gym. She'd seen her there, parading her tight body around in her Danskins, tights and ballet slippers, getting the attention of every male eye there. She'd heard rumors there was something going on between her and Ralph. She knew Jen was married (she didn't try to hide it, she always wore a wedding ring and an engagement ring with a big diamond). She didn't have much respect for Jen, she didn't like women who cheated on their husbands. But she was mature and self-aware beyond her 21 years, and she knew she didn't stand a chance if a girl as pretty as Jen was after the same man as her. So as Ralph pushed her over on the booth, she just kept going. She stood up and left. So happy was Ralph to see Jen he didn't even notice Cathy leaving. If Jen had been sober, she'd never have allowed Cathy to leave, and later when she remembered she'd feel terrible.

Ralph watched with affection as Jen gulped down water, trying to get rid of the bitter beer taste. He ordered himself another beer and her another Cosmo. This was the first time they'd spoken since their argument over the morning after pill. Normally things would've been awkward, but meeting in a bar both acted like nothing had happened and they were soon laughing and talking. Tracy and Annie stopped by to say hello, and tell Jen they were going to another bar. Annie whispered in Jen's ear, "Remember what I said. White guy – three hands -- rarity." Jen giggled and blushed. Ralph asked what Annie said, but Jen wouldn't tell him.

As they left, Tracy whispered to Annie, "Is she having an affair with him?"

Annie nodded. "I'm pretty sure. But look at him. Wouldn't you?"

A few times guys approached Jen and hit on her. Ralph couldn't believe it. She was with him. She wore a wedding ring. For all these jerks knew, she was married to him. Yet they hit on her, right in front of him? "Is it always this way?" he asked irritably right after another guy hit on her.

"Um ... I don't know," she said innocently, the room spinning a little. She was on her forth Cosmo. She got up to go to the rest room, and coming back she was intercepted by a tall handsome guy who'd been eyeing her all night. They danced, the man's hands on her waist and drifting down to her ass. The man liked what he saw and felt. This girl knew how to dance even in the high heels she wore, and she was drop dead gorgeous. She wore a simple blouse and skirt, but she had a tight body, and she had fantastic long legs that went on forever.

There was a commotion on the dance floor. A lot of shouting and shoving. In her drunken stupor, Jen realized she was in the middle of it. She felt a strong arm practically drag her from the bar. She almost screamed but then saw it was Ralph. "What's wrong? What happened?" she said as he pushed her into his car.

"Why do you do that?!" Ralph shouted angrily. He had his keys out but was too agitated to drive, so they just sat there parked.
"What? What did I do?"

"In there! The bar! You left me and danced with another guy!"

Jen felt confused. "No I didn't," she insisted. "That was you ... wasn't it?"

Ralph realized Jen was drunk. Maybe she hadn't known what was going on. But the way men came on to her constantly ... and the way she reacted to them. He knew she was a flirt. He could live with that, it was part of why he liked her, she had an adventurous bubbly personality. But the games she played, that was too much.

Jen seemed to read Ralph's thoughts. The walk in the cold from the bar to Ralph's car had sobered her a little, as had his harsh words. "I only do those things because Mike wants me too," she said. "I know most men aren't like him. I'd never do that to you. I swear, in the bar I thought he was you."

Ralph scoffed. "But you play those perverted games of his, don't you?" he shot back bitterly.

"He's my husband," she answered simply.

In the moonlight Jen saw the contempt in Ralph's face, and she softly put a finger to his lips to stop him from saying anything more. "Please, let's not go there again," she said.

But Ralph couldn't stop himself. "But Jen, you fuck other guys!"

She put her finger on his lips again to calm him down. "No, only you. Since I married Mike, you're the only man I've been with besides Mike." She paused, then made a decision. She lowered her head into his lap.

When Jen put her head in his lap, Ralph thought she had passed out again. But then he felt her open his zipper, and take out his cock. Then he felt her soft lips around him. Feeling her go down on him, he rolled back his head and gripped the back of her head.

After cumming in Jen's mouth, Ralph took her home and they fucked all night long. Once again Jen lost track of the times Ralph made her cum. It was like one long orgasm lasting all night. They used condoms at first, but Jen only had 3 (and one ripped as she rolled it over his shaft). Ralph offered to run to the drug store, but by that time Jen's lust was so great she was like a bitch in heat, so she just made him promise to pull out. He promised, and she never regretted the risk she was taking because the feel of his bare skin inside her felt so incredible.

They finally fell asleep as dawn broke, and they slept until 1pm. They fucked again, and then showered together, then Jen made Ralph a big brunch with the odds and ends in his refrigerator and pantry.

Jen looked at her cell and saw Mike had called 25 times. She felt guilty. She'd completely forgotten about him, and knew he must be worried out of his mind. "Can you do me a favor?" she asked putting on her blouse and skirt. She didn't bother with underwear.

"You're not leaving are you?" Ralph said alarmed.

"No," Jen said distracted, looking for her high heels and finally finding them. She put them on and brushed through her hair, then put on lipstick. She looked back at Ralph, then grinned giving him a "you're not going to believe what I'm about to tell you" look. "Mike likes me to send him a picture when I go out with you."

Ralph didn't understand at first. Then he did and laughed. "Oooookay," he said, but he held his tongue on the other things that came into his mind about how much of a loser and wimp Mike was. He didn't want to risk Jen getting angry and leaving. But then he had an inspiration. He went into his closet and came out with a shirt. "Why don't you put this on?" he said showing it to Jen. It was his Penn State football jersey.

"Wow," Jen said fingering the number 47, and then Ralph's last name along the top. She loved Penn State, especially the football team, and the jersey reminded her that he'd been a player. She also knew what Ralph was thinking. If a girl wore a boy's jersey, it meant she belonged to the boy. She should know, she'd worn her boyfriends' football jerseys in high college. She knew Mike would love it. It would make him jealous, but he was the one always saying how jealousy made his fantasy even better for him. And if it did bother him – well, good!

She took off the blouse and skirt, then put on the jersey. She thought about how best to pose. Deciding, she brushed her hair again until it showed off its natural luster, but swung it over her shoulder so it didn't cover Ralph's last name. Then she tied the jersey at her waist to it ended right above her ass. She left the high heels on. Ralph took the picture of her back, with her smiling mischievously over her shoulder at the camera. She emailed the picture to Mike, and he called seconds later.

"You're with Ralph?" he asked excitedly.

She giggled. "Since last night."

He started asking questions but she impishly decided to torture him. "I can't really talk now," she said in an urgent whisper, but she was smiling at Ralph. He was so near her phone he could hear everything, and he looked like he was trying to keep from laughing.

"Is he about to fuck you again?" Mike moaned into the phone.

Ralph jerked his hips back and forth, pantomiming like he was fucking her from behind. Jen had to look away to keep from laughing.

"Are you playing with yourself right now?" Jen asked.

"Tell me what he's doing to you," Mike moaned.

"You ARE playing with yourself." Jen glanced at Ralph. He had both hands at his crotch, rapidly moving up and down, pretending like he was beating off.
This time Jen couldn't keep from laughing. But she covered for it by turning her laugh into a pretend moan. "He's fucking you right now, isn't he?"

"Ugh, yeah," Jen said pretending to moan. Ralph covered his face with a pillow so Mike couldn't hear his laughter.

"Leave the phone by the bed, so I can listen."

Jen felt bad for making fun of Mike, so she said, "I can't – my phone's out of power. I'll tell you all about it later. Bye." Then she hit end.
Jen threw a pillow at Ralph, and he laughed and jumped onto her. They wrestled and tickled, and then they fucked again.

After another long fuck session, they fell asleep in each other's arms. When they woke it was dark and they were both starving. Ralph wanted to order pizza but Jen insisted on cooking. She didn't like fast food and anyway it was too fattening. She grilled Ralph a steak and made him pasta with olive oil and spices, while she ate a salad. After dinner they relaxed drinking wine. Jen wore his jersey. He liked seeing her in it. She pointed at the pictures on the shelves. "Why do all your girls have big breasts?"

He laughed. "That really bothers you, doesn't it?"

Jen frowned and crossed her arms over her chest. "It's just a question," she said testily.

Ralph knew her well enough now to realize she was about to lose her temper, so he backed off. "If I tell you the reason why, you have to promise not to laugh or get mad." As he hoped, Jen relaxed and nodded her head. "You're going to think this is a typical guy thing, but sometimes with a girl with big breasts, you know, I can, I mean ..."

He struggled to find the politically correct words when Jen blurted out, "You can fuck her tits."

He exhaled. "Well ... yeah ..."

"Well then just say it. You like big boobs because you like tit fucking. It's not like it's a big guy secret."

He looked wary. "You said you wouldn't get mad."

She scowled at him. "I'm only mad because you've never tried to fuck my tits!"

"Ah ... what?" Ralph looked at Jen's breasts. In his jersey she looked flat chested.

Jen got up and grabbed his hand. "Come on," she said dragging him to his bedroom. She pointed at the bed. "Sit!" she commanded. She grabbed her purse and a few clothes and went into the bathroom, closing the door. When she emerged 15 minutes later the sight of her took Ralph's breathe away. She'd done her hair and makeup and looked incredibly beautiful. She'd taken off the jersey and wore only her bra and pantyhose from last night. Her long legs looked simply incredible in the hose, and he loved it the way the nylon went over her flat tummy, ending just below her belly button. As Ralph watched she sat and put on her high heels. As she leaned over to buckle the thin ankle straps, her long blonde hair brushed across the hardwood floor.

Jen got on the bed, on her back. "Come here," she beaconed softly. Her commanding tone of a moment ago had disappeared. On his knees, Ralph moved towards her head. "Straddle me," she said, and Ralph did as she asked, his hard cock between her small breasts. She reached up and ran her fingers over his chest, tracing along his muscular biceps and the ridges of his 6 pack. The feeling was exquisite and then it got even better as she replaced her finger tips with her long manicured finger nails, lightly scrapping enticingly across his chest.

Finally she took his shaft in her hands and softly stroked him, looking into his eyes. She barely held him, her hands around his shaft but barely gripping him, teasingly moving back and forth like a feather on his sensitive flesh, all the while looking at him with her sweet blue eyes. He wanted her to grip him tighter but she refused, continuing her slow tease.

He had the urge to move down her body and shove his cock into her pussy, wanting to feel her tight pussy around him instead of the light grasp of her hand. But before he could do anything she slid underneath and put the head of his cock into her mouth. Just the head, nothing else. She licked across the head, and his eyes rolled back at the sensation. But she did no more than lightly lick across the head. She didn't suck him or stroke his shaft. And even her licks were light, barely touching him. It was enough to deepen his cravings and desire for orgasm, but not enough to bring him any real pleasure. She was driving him crazy!

With him panting, she took his cock out of her mouth and rubbed it across her cheeks, her lips, even across her closed eyes. He looked down at her as she did this, seeing her rubbing his manhood across her gorgeous face. He'd never seen anything so alluring. His pre-cum and her own saliva smeared across her face. She left it there. It made her look even more sexy.

"Touch me," she said. She'd bent her knees to form a back for Ralph. He leaned back, careful not to put too much weight on her (he probably outweighed her by 100 pounds). He excitedly felt her nyloned legs press against his back, and he reached back and caressed her slim ankles, then his fingers moved across the smooth surface of her patent leather high heels, tracing down the 4 inch stilettos. The entire time she looked into his face with her blue eyes, running his cock across her beautiful face.

Even though she wasn't stimulating his cock he felt ready to burst. She sense that, and gripped him tightly at the base of his shaft. She stayed that way until his panting calmed down (but not his longing). Then she slid underneath him further until her face was directly below his cock. She reached with her tongue and slow ran the tip along his long shaft. As she did she ran her nails across his ass and down the back of his muscular thighs, making him shiver. She trailed her tongue down his shaft to his balls, softly licking and sucking each one. Then she went back up his shaft, starting all over again. She did this over and over until he felt about to cum again, but then like the last time she gripped the base of his cock hard.

Once he calmed down, he felt her tongue on his shaft again, but this time she moved passed his balls to the sensitive skin between his balls and asshole. No girl had ever touched him there, much less licked him. He was so turned on he felt the room spin. His chest beat so hard he felt like he was going to have a heart attack. As she licked him she continued to grip the base of his cock hard, preventing him from climax even while driving him mad with lust.

Then she did the unthinkable. She flicked her tongue over his puckered asshole, making him gasp with pleasure. She did it only once. There was a pause. Then he heard her lovely voice coming from underneath his ass. "If I touch you here, will you still kiss me?" she asked, like a little girl asking her father if he'll still love her if she does something wrong.

"Yes!" he said immediately.

"Do you promise?"

"Yes! Yes! I swear to God!"

Then he felt her tongue on his asshole, tentatively at first, then more confident, more urgent, moving around it, across it, pushing into it. At that moment he fell in love with Jen. He probably already loved her, but now he was sure. He'd never met anyone like her, and never would again in the future.

She felt him ready to cum, and again she gripped the base of his cock. He sensed her doing something, he didn't know what. Finally she slid back up and he looked at her face. Her lips were a glossy silky bright red. Somehow she'd fixed her lipstick. He was mesmerized with her beauty.

Now his cock was over her tits again. "Take off my bra," she asked him. He immediately reached under her and expertly unsnapped it. A part of his brain registered she'd worn the bra only so he could take it off of her. But she didn't take it off completely. She let the straps fall to her elbows and the bra slid to her tummy, the lacy material making her breasts even more alluring.
"Please," she begged. "Fuck my tits."

Ralph wanted this more than anything else in his entire life. He moved his cock between her breasts. They were perfect, two full mounds topped with perky nipples that pointed towards the sky. But they were so small, tiny really. She couldn't be more than a 32A, maybe 32b. How could he do this?

But then she squeezed her tits together with her hands, forming a tight pussy around his cock with her hands and breasts. "Please fuck my tits," she begged.
Ralph didn't have to be asked twice. He rocked back and forth. It felt as good as any tight pussy his cock had ever been in, any big tits his cock had ever been between. It didn't take long. His back arched and his pelvis lurched. Just before he came Jen took his shaft in her hands and pointed his manhood at her face. He looked down on her beautiful face just as thick milky globs of his cum shot from his cock. Jen aimed his cock so his cum coated her all over her face and in her hair. By the time he was done her gorgeous face and lush hair were soaked with his jism.


He panted, catching his breath, amazed at what had just happened. It was simply the greatest sexual experience of his entire life. He looked down at her. Her pretty face was completely soiled with his seed. The sight stirred something deep inside him, something primal, something at his core. She belonged to him now.

She said something. Her mouth and lips were so covered with his jism bubbles formed between her lips as she spoke. "I guess you can't live up to your promise right now," she said throatily. "Put I'm not letting you off that easy." She licked off her lips. Then she rubbed his cock across her cheek, pushing his cum to her mouth and swallowing it, licking his cum off his cock. She did this all over her face, swallowing and licking up all his cum. When she was done her face was clean, and his cock was hard again. "Will you kiss me now?"

Ralph immediately leaned down and kissed her hungrily, at the same time taking hold of his cock and pushing it between her pussy lips. He forgot she wore pantyhose, so he frantically ripped a hole and then shoved his cock into her. Even though he'd just cum he felt frantic with lust. He penetrated her balls deep with a single thrust. Jen cried out in pain but she didn't push him away. He fucked her like a madman, slamming her so hard and fast her head hit the headboard, and she clutched the mattress and held on for dear life. She started cumming, and he did his Yoda sex trick again and her orgasm lasted forever, or maybe it was a bunch of orgasms spaced so closely together it felt like a single incredible orgasm. Whatever, she flung her head side to side, her blonde hair flying in the air, screaming Ralph's name over and over. For a fleeting moment she remembered Ralph wasn't wearing a condom, that his super power was shooting huge gobs of baby making juice when he came, and she was ovulating and at her most fertile time of her cycle. But she didn't care, it felt too fucking good!

Ralph put Jen's long shapely legs over his shoulders. He licked and sucked her stocking clad calves as he pounded her as hard as he could. He wasn't going to pull out! He was going to cum inside her as deeply as he could! Just as he covered her face with his cum, he'd shoot her fertile womb full of his seed. He was going to make her completely his. He'd impregnate her, and then force her to choose between him, the father of her baby, or wimp limp dicked Mike.

When he came, he ejaculated once, twice and then three times into her, each time delving as deep inside as possible. It wasn't as much as he usually came, but it was probably enough. He kept his cock deep inside her as he lovingly kissed her lips and cheeks, and softly told her how wonderful she was.

Feeling the comfort of post orgasmic bliss and being completely satiated, Jen felt herself drift to sleep. They'd fucked almost non-stop for 24 hours, stopping only to eat and for short naps. She softly played with Ralph's hair, then fell asleep.

He gazed at her beautiful face as she slept, keeping his cock deep inside her, preventing his seed from escaping. He carefully rolled off her, turning her to her side, keeping his cock inside her. He was soft but even still his cock was thick and long enough to keep his cum locked up inside her. He held her in his arms and drifted off, their legs intertwined together and Jen still impaled on his cock.

A few hours later Ralph woke. It was just passed 1am. He was still inside her. He gently kissed her lips and cupped her tiny breasts, fondling and rubbing her nipples. He slowly rocked back and forth. He quickly hardened to his full length and thickness. Although still sleeping, Jen's body responded to him, her nipples hardening, her body rocking with his. Finally her eyes open. "Hey you," she said sleepily. He realized she used that phrase as a term of affection, and he loved it when she said it to him.

"Hi," he said, kissing her and rolling on top of her. He felt her legs wrap around him. He realized she still wore the pantyhose and ankle strap heels. Even her bra still hung from her arms. It got him hot and he fucked her faster. She responded to him with growing passion, and she gripped his muscular arms with her hands, digging her nails into him. He loved the feeling. Her back arched and she cried out in orgasm. He covered her lips with his, feeling her moans in his mouth. He worked her hard and long, rotating his hips, changing the angle of his cock, using all the tricks he'd learned to extend her orgasm. Finally he couldn't hold it any longer and he shot inside her, ejaculating this time 5 times inside her. He felt her body shudder as the sensation of his cum hitting her walls gave her another mini orgasm.

"You give me the best orgasms," she said softly, her eyes closing and drifting back to sleep, smiling contentedly.

Like last time, Ralph carefully rolled to the side, keeping her pussy plugged up with his cock. He woke up two hours later and did it again. "Ralph, no, I'm too tired," she whined, cranky. But soon her body responded and they slowly fucked, and he made her cum again, and he shot inside her again. "Can you help me with my bra and shoes?" she asked just before drifting off to sleep again. He took off her bra but left her shoes on, because he couldn't reach them without risking pulling out of her pussy.

Jen woke first. It was passed 9am. Their legs were still intertwined, and he was still inside her. She looked at Ralph's face, at his muscular chest and arms. He was handsome and sexy. Annie was right, he was Mr. Hunk. Then she thought of Mike and felt guilty. Especially how they'd made fun of him the day before, without him even knowing. And she thought of how she and Ralph had fucked almost non-stop for a day and a half, and how he'd fucked her bareback for most of the time, and how he'd cum in her the last times. And then she felt again Ralphs' cock inside her. Even though he was soft she still felt so full. And she thought again of how much Ralph had cum inside her.

Ralph opened his eyes. He smiled seeing her.

"Hey you," she said with a smile. And then she saw his smile get even bigger.

She motioned to their legs. "Have we been like this all night?" she said with a giggle.
"I guess I can't get enough of you."

She smiled at him, but then moved to disentangle their legs. He held her. "One more time?" he said hopefully.

"Ralph, I can't, I'm so sore," she said begging off.

Jen pulled away and Ralph's shaft pulled out of her, like a long snake sliding out. It felt good and she was tempted to take Ralph up on his offer, but she had to get going. His cockhead emerged with an audible pop. She looked down at herself. Her swollen pussy lips remained gaping open. "I'm not sure Mike is going to like that," she joked.

"You probably won't be able to feel him in you," Ralph replied. He smiled like he was joking too, but there was an edge to his voice. Jen decided to let it pass.

"I have to get going. Can I use your shower?"

"Why not stay longer? You said Mike isn't getting back until tonight?"

She shook her head. "He's not, but I have some things I have to do." She realized what she'd said came out abrupt, so she kissed him on the lips to take the edge off. She looked at her blouse and skirt. They were a mess.

Ralph read her mind. "You can wear my jersey.
"
She looked at it, looking doubtful. Thinking fast, she said, "Um ... I can't take that, it's too important to you." She went into the bathroom and started the shower. She hesitated. She didn't want Ralph to get in the shower with her. She really had to do something, and she wanted to get it over with. But she knew it would be rude if she locked the door, so she left the door unlocked and just tried to take a quick shower. She was happily surprised when he didn't try to join her.

She found out why when she came out with a towel around her. He stood there grinning, showing his jersey to her. He'd spent the time taking off the letters of his last name. "I figured you couldn't wear my jersey if it had my name on it."

He'd guessed her thinking. "Ralph, you're so sweet, but you shouldn't have ruined your jersey, and I really can't take it, it must be too special to you."

"Don't worry, I can always sew the letters back on, and you can give it back to me when you're done with it."

Jen was tempted. She had a Penn State football jersey, but not an authentic one. "Okay!" she said excitedly, the Penn State groupie in her taking over. She dropped the towel (they'd done so much together she was no longer bashful in front of him). She pulled on her pantyhose even with the hole in it and the laddering, because it was cold outside. She pulled on the jersey, then her heels (because they were the only shoes she had). She liked the jersey, but it was so big and loose around her she was afraid a gust of wind would puff it up and show everyone her private parts. So she scanned the bedroom and saw a scarf Alicia had left behind. She used it like a belt, silently promising to have it dried cleaned and return it the next time she saw Ralph. She rolled her bra, skirt and blouse into a small bundle and looked at Ralph, ready to go. "Um ... I left my car at the bar. Can you give me a ride?"

Ralph had watched Jen get dressed. He knew she wasn't trying to dress pretty or sexy, but still she looked like she had just stepped out of the sexiest Maxim cover imaginable. Belted the way it was with the scarf, the jersey only went to her mid-thigh, and her fantastic legs looked even sexier in the laddered pantyhose. And of course he knew there was a hole in the pantyhose over her pussy with the nylon caked with his sperm and her juices. And wearing a football jersey with ankle strap stiletto heels was any football fan's wet dream. Add to that her beautiful face and lush blonde hair. His cock got hard.

Jen saw his erection and sighed playfully. "Ralph, not now, I really have to get going," she pleaded. "Can't you – I don't know – take a cold shower or something?"

He laughed, and then pulled on some clothes. "Let's go," he said grabbing his car keys.

Jen sat at home after getting back from the drug store (she'd gone there right after Ralph dropped her off at her car). She knew she had to do this, but she felt paralyzed. Already, so soon, again. She felt like a slut, an irresponsible Christian, someone destined for hell. And what if it hurt her chances to conceive in the future? Irene had said that was a possibility, they just didn't have a lot of experience with it. But she didn't have a choice. Ralph had cum so much, and she was ovulating. It she got pregnant she could lie to Mike, tell him it was his, but they had too many issues to work through to get pregnant now, and she wondered about how Ralph would react if he saw her pregnant. Would he claim the baby as his? She shuddered at the nightmare that would cause. So she put the morning after pill in her mouth. This time, though, she washed it down with a glass of vodka. She needed the alcohol, she was an emotional wreck. The tears came, and she curled herself in a ball. This was why she needed to leave Ralph's early. She needed to buy one of these pills and take it, and then have time to pull herself together before Mike got home. Because she felt so guilty she had to do something special for him, even though her heart wasn't into it.

Mike's plane touched down. He couldn't wait to see his wife. He hadn't spoken to her since their brief call yesterday when she'd been in the middle of fucking Ralph. He couldn't wait to sink his cock into her. He wished he'd seen her fucking Ralph, but hearing about it was something.

He turned on his phone. Although almost out of power, it beeped with a text message. It showed a picture of Jen, her hair and makeup perfect, wearing one of his favorite outfits. The text said: "I'm at the hotel by the airport."

Mike's pulse quickened. It was the hotel they'd first played the game. He texted back, "I'll be right there," and then rushed to a cab.

Midway his phone beeped again. "You better hurry or you'll miss it." He told the cab driver he'd pay an extra 20 if he stepped on it.

The bar was crowded when he arrived. He scanned the crowd and saw Jen at the bar. She wore the red lycra dress he'd bought her last Valentine's day. It was like a second skin on her with a scooped top and back, and scandalously short. She'd sworn she'd never wear it outside their bedroom, but here she was sitting at the bar, her legs crossed and the skirt so short her stocking tops were clearly visible. She was with a tall broad shouldered man, someone you'd describe as ruggedly handsome. She was laughing and giggling with him, seemingly enthralled with his every word. His hand rested on her knee.

She saw Mike, glancing his way just a second. She picked up her phone, typed something, then put it in her purse and whispered into the man's ear. He smiled and took her hand, leading her onto the dance floor. His phone beeped and he read the text: "How bad do you want me to be?" His heart caught in his throat, and he turned back to the dance floor. They were dancing slow, her arms around his neck and his hands around her waist. His hands moved to her ass, and she didn't stop him. As he fondled her, she looked up at him, and he kissed her. She opened her lips and let him stick his tongue into her mouth.

With shaky hands Mike texted back a one word reply: "BAD".

Jen and the man went back to the bar. Her cheeks were flushed and her nipples hard and poking through the tight lycra material of her dress (clearly she'd gone braless). She picked up her phone and read the message. She smiled. She made eye contact with Mike momentarily, and glanced towards the back of the bar. She whispered something to the man. She kissed him briefly and walked towards the ladies room.

Out of sight from the man, they embraced and kissed. "How far do you want me to go?" she asked excitedly.

"All the way!" Mike moaned, his cock so hard it hurt. "But what happened with Ralph?"

"Forget Ralph," Jen said dismissively. She stepped back so he could see all of her. "Do you like?"

He took her all in, her gorgeous face, her hard nipples straining against the lycra, the too short skirt showing her fantastic legs, the stiletto heels. "God yes!"

"What about these?" Jen asked, taking his hand and running it along her thigh. He felt runs in her stockings. Then she raised her dress a little and he saw – and then felt – the heavily laced stocking top, and he gasped as he recognized it.

She smiled impishly. "It's the stockings I wore on our wedding day," she said confirming what he'd figured out. Even back then he'd role played with her. He'd talked about how hot it would be if she fucked another man on their wedding day. Back then she'd thought it was just her new husband's wild fantasies, she never imagined so many of them would come true. But Mike had made sure to keep her stockings from that day. "Is that what you'd like, to see Greg fuck me wearing these?"

"That's his name, Greg?"

"Yeah."

"God yes, I want to see him fuck you!" Mike pulled her to him and kissed her hungrily. "I want to see him cum all over your stockings!"

"You would?" she said reaching down and rubbing his hard-on. "And then, would I wash them, or just let his cum dry on them?"

"You'll leave them just like that!" He hissed into her ear. "We'll go home with his wet cum all over your stockings. His cum will dry on them and stain them like that!" Mike couldn't resist, he stuck his tongue into Jen's ear. Jen grimaced at the sudden pleasure/pain, but she didn't complain, she just endured it. "Then you'll wear the soiled stockings on our next anniversary! You'll do that, right?"

"Yeah, I will," Jen promised, enduring the pleasure/pain of Mike's tongue in her ear. "I promise."

But then Mike had a thought. "Did you bring a condom?"

"No," she said, relieved he finally pulled his tongue from her ear. She pulled his hand to her breast. "But they have a machine in the bath room. Should I buy one?"

"Yes, I mean no," he said kissing her again and rubbing her tits. Her nipples were so hard. "I'd love to watch him fuck you bareback! Did Ralph fuck you like that?"

"No," she lied. "Stop talking about Ralph, okay? I want you to tell me what I should do with Greg!"

"I want you to fuck him!"

"Without a condom?" she said. She undid his belt and unsnapped his pants and reached down into his pants.

"Yeah, fuck him bareback!"

She wrapped her hand around his cock and stroked him. "And let him cum inside me? That's what you want, don't you, you want me to let him cum inside me?"

"God yes!" he cried.

"You know the pill isn't working yet, right? And I'm ovulating. So if he cums inside me he'll get me pregnant. Is that what you want? You want me to cuckold you, and have another man's baby?"

"Oh god yes!" Mike cried and he lurched and came.

They held each other as Mike's breathing returned to normal. Making sure he was looking, Jen wiped her hand on her stockings, leaving it wet with his cum. "My god you're incredible," he gushed.

"Welcome home darling," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him.