22-05-2021, 12:12 PM
Chapter 10
They arrived at the decision without even talking about it. They didn't need to talk about it, they both wanted it.
Jen knew she was safe. It'd been over a month of being on the pill again. Mike watched out of the corner of his eye as she got dressed for church. Her makeup and hair perfect. Lacy demi bra and matching panties, garter belt, and stockings. A slightly too tight blouse, a slightly too short skirt. Her favorite ankle strap heels. Silky wet red lipstick.
They saw Ralph in the pew. He'd saved space for them, and they moved towards him. It was Alicia's weekend with the kids. Mike knew his schedule as well as he knew his wife's fertility cycle. As Jen slid next to Ralph, he saw them briefly squeeze hands. The gesture bothered Mike, but excited him to as a prelude for what was to come later.
About half way through the sermon, Jen sensed someone in the aisle. She looked over. It was Alicia, and she had the four kids with her! They quickly scooted over to make room, and as they did Jamie hooped on Jen's lap. The combination caused Jen's skirt to hike up, revealing a glimpse of her stocking top. It was only a momentary flash as Jen quickly pushed her skirt down, but Alicia saw. She scowled and whispered judgmentally at Jen, "Is that really appropriate?" Jen blushed.
After the service Jen spoke briefly with Alicia. "Are you okay?" she asked with sincere concern. She hadn't seen Alicia since their separation.
She looked sad. "We're going to marriage counseling, to try to work things out." Alicia left soon after with the kids. Mike, Jen and Ralph lingered, drinking coffee and chatting with the pastor. They didn't want people to see them leave; see who was leaving with who.
Ralph drove away with Jen. Mike went to the Starbucks 10 minutes from Ralph's place to wait. This was part of the thrill for him, a big part, thinking about what Ralph was doing to Jen. The delicious torture of sipping coffee, waiting until another man finished with his wife's body. He opened his computer and looked at pictures of him and Jen, back in college, at their wedding, on vacations, just hanging around at home. He looked at older pictures of her, as a child, in high college. He twirled his wedding ring as he looked. His erect cock hurt in his pants. His heart hurt in his chest. His fantasy was an obsession, exciting and self-destructive. He hated it, yet couldn't resist it, like heroin, it wasn't enough to just take it, he had to increase the dosage to get the same high.
Ralph loved it she'd dressed up for him. He undressed her, leaving on just her garter belt, stockings and heels. He reached for a box of condoms he'd bought, but she caught his hand. "That's okay," she said with a smile, eager to tell him the news. "I went back on the pill."
His eyes grew wide with surprise and joy. "You did that for me?"
She'd thought of Ralph a lot the last month. She imagined kissing his handsome face, touching his wonderful body, feeling his incredible cock inside her, experiencing the non-stop intense orgasms he gave her. "Yeah," she said pulling him into her. "Just for you."
Ralph couldn't believe it. He knew how important it was to her to start a family, yet she put that on hold for him. He paid her back by fucking her harder than ever. He did everything he could to make her orgasms last longer. When she finally got up to go back to her husband she was so sore she could barely walk. He'd fucked her three times and given her incredible orgasms. She called Mike to pick her up.
The following week Mike wandered aimlessly at work, feeling jealous and insecure. He'd thought he could handle Jen's affair with Ralph, he thought Ralph was the perfect guy to turn his fantasies into reality. If it was just physical, he could handle it. But he suspected it was more than physical. The way they held hands in church and looked at each other. The way they whispered on the phone during the week. The way Jen daydreamed in the evening.
It didn't look like Ralph and Alicia were getting back together. They went to counseling, but Ralph seemed to consider it just an obligatory prelude to divorce. Mike was concerned Ralph intended to seriously go after Jen after his divorce with Alicia was final.
In his lucid moments, during the periods of clarity after cumming, he admitted to himself he'd been an idiot to let Jen go back on the pill. He should have stopped playing the game and gotten her pregnant. She'd be his forever if she had his child. She would never allow her baby to be without its father. But outside those moments of clarity, he was controlled and betrayed by his demented and self-destructive fantasies.
Later that week Jen rushed into the locker room of the gym. Her dance class had gone over and she was late for a date with Ralph (Mike was traveling again). She quickly showered and dressed. She put her long hair up in a loose bun, not wanting to spend the time to blow dry her hair. She left the locker room and saw Ralph across the big room, pretty girls surrounding him. She frowned inside. Then she noticed he wasn't holding court like he usually did, where he flirted with all the girls like each was a potential bedmate. Instead he seemed more business-like, standoffish. In retrospect, she realized he'd been acting like that for other a month. She wondered what was up (but felt pleased). She didn't know Ralph had lost interest in other girls, he only had eyes for her.
The girls around Ralph frowned and scattered when they saw Jen approached. They didn't know exactly what was going on between her and Ralph, but they all knew they didn't stand a chance against Jen's gorgeous face and tight body. Ralph gawked at Jen when he saw her. He'd never seen her with her hair up. Jen realized what had drawn his attention. "Be still, will you," she whispered smiling, hoping no one saw his reaction to her, although she wondered why she'd never thought of wearing her hair up given Ralph's love of girls with short hair. She briefly pressed his hand, and they walked out trying to keep a respectable distance between them.
They went to her place because Jen had a busy day the next day. As soon as they walked in the door Ralph was all over her, frenzy with lust over seeing her with her hair up. She almost giggled over what drove men crazy, but she didn't, enjoying what he was doing to her body. By now for Mike she would've shaken her long hair out, but of course she left it up for Ralph, he was enjoying it too much.
Ralph tore off her clothes, leaving her in just thigh highs and high heels. It was always the same with Ralph (and Mike), but she didn't mind, she felt sexy being completely nude except for her legwear and heels. He was an animal today, bending her over the arm of a chair to take her from behind. She loved it! He spread her legs apart with his knee, her heels scbanging across the hardwood floor, and then impaled her with his monster cock with a single thrust. She was getting use to him but it still hurt. Still, it didn't hurt as much as before, so she assumed his constant fucking of her and keeping his cock inside her while they slept was stretching out her pussy. She briefly thought how that might affect her sex with Mike, but then her attention was drawn back to the huge thick cock ramming her from behind.
He fucked her hard, and it felt glorious. Then he leaned over her and reached around and roughly groped her tits, and it felt even better. She felt her first orgasm approaching. She felt his mouth and tongue on her neck, his cock relentlessly pounding her from behind. Suddenly she felt his lips and tongue on her ear, and she cringed. "Ralph, wait!" she said. "I don't like that!"
But then his tongue snaked into her ear. She clenched her eyes preparing for the intense pleasure/pain. But to her surprise, the sensitive pain never came. Instead, all she felt was pleasure. Unlike her husband, Ralph gently probed her ear, flicking lightly here and there, being so gentle in her most sensitive erogenous zone while continuing to pile drive her pussy from behind. She'd never felt anything so incredible, his big cock pounding her, his fingers rubbing her nipples and clit, and most of all his tongue doing wonderful things to her ear. Her orgasm hit and it was so incredible her feet practically arched completely out of her high heels.
The next thing she knew she was on her back in bed. Ralph was above her looking concerned when she opened her eyes. "What happened?" she asked.
"I don't know. We were making love, and then you went limp."
"Wow. I think I came so hard I must have passed out. That's never happened to me before." They kissed, soft and slow, not the frantic kisses of lovers, but the patient caring and soft kisses of love. They stopped, their lips so close they breathed into each other's mouth, looking into each other's eyes. "Hey you," she softly said.
"Hi," Ralph said, then he kissed her again.
She softly stroked his cheek. "Make love to me some more, okay?"
Ralph's heart leaped. "Okay," he said beaming.
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After waking and making love again, Ralph left to give Jen time to get ready for her busy day. She had 2 stressful meetings scheduled at work, and then right after she had to run to see Danny her stylist. She brushed her hair in the mirror, in her stockinged feet and wearing her skirt and bra. Her hair reached at least three inches past her bra strap. She considered telling Danny to shorten her hair by a few inches – long hair took so much time to take care of – but she knew Mike would go ballistic if it didn't fall passed her bra strap. His silly winter bra strap rule. It annoyed her, which she knew was odd because usually she considered his rule silly but endearing. She realized a lot of things about her husband annoyed her lately. She found herself wishing Mike could be more like Ralph, but the thought bothered her and she forced herself to stop thinking about it.
She looked in her medicine cabinet for her brown lipstick. It wasn't a color she normally wore, but she thought it would look good with her outfit. Not finding it in her side of the bathroom, she moved to Mike's and opened his medicine cabinet. As she looked a small square package fell out. She was startled when she read the label. Five morning after pills. Dated the day she took the first one, after that first time with Ralph. Four pills were left in the package.
The implications staggered her. Mike had bought 5 pills, not just 1. She sat down, thinking. Mike had expected she'd sleep around so much with Ralph or other men she'd need 4 more pills. Did he think so little of her, think she was that much of a slut? She remembered it was her idea to go back on the pill, not his. Maybe the risk of her getting pregnant by other men was part of his sick fantasy. Maybe he was disappointed she'd gone back on the pill, maybe he got excited at the prospect of her having unprotected sex and then having to take another morning after pill. Yes, they fantasized about it when they role played, but was it real for him, did he really want her to do that? Didn't he understand the emotional cost and heartache it took her to take one of the pills? The fact she had, in fact, had to take a second one just made it all worse. Could she love or trust a man who treated her that way?
Something snapped inside. It was more than anger. She wanted to hurt him.
She finished dressing and got in a cab. On the way she called in sick at work. She went straight to Danny's salon in mid-town.
"Jennifer!" Danny said happily when she entered. He was flaming and always pronounced her name "Jen-Knee-Fuur," drawing out each syllable.
"You're very early, but I can take you now." He shooed her into a chair. "What is it today? A little cut-cut in the back?" He giggled. "Don't worry, I won't violate Michael's bra strap rule, I know how the silly boy is."
"Cut it short," Jen said curtly, bypassing the normal banter she had with Danny when she saw him. She pointed to just below her ears. "To here."
Danny's eyes grew wide with surprise, then he got excited. "Really?! Oh how wonderful, this will be so much fun! I've told you so many times, I can do so much more with short hair!" Danny gripped her hair just below her ears and opened a large scissors. "Are you sure darling? Last chance."
"Just do it," she said without any emotion.
With glee, Danny cut her hair, the long blonde locks falling to the floor. "Do you want to donate your hair to Locks of Love? They're more than long enough." The charity required donated hair to be at least 10 inches, and what Danny had cut was over a foot.
"Sure, whatever," she said distracted, looking at herself in the mirror. She was going to be a different girl now. Not the girl with long blonde hair Mike adored so much.
Danny went about layering what remained, when Jen interrupted him. "Danny --"
"Yes darling?"
"I want you to color my hair black."
They arrived at the decision without even talking about it. They didn't need to talk about it, they both wanted it.
Jen knew she was safe. It'd been over a month of being on the pill again. Mike watched out of the corner of his eye as she got dressed for church. Her makeup and hair perfect. Lacy demi bra and matching panties, garter belt, and stockings. A slightly too tight blouse, a slightly too short skirt. Her favorite ankle strap heels. Silky wet red lipstick.
They saw Ralph in the pew. He'd saved space for them, and they moved towards him. It was Alicia's weekend with the kids. Mike knew his schedule as well as he knew his wife's fertility cycle. As Jen slid next to Ralph, he saw them briefly squeeze hands. The gesture bothered Mike, but excited him to as a prelude for what was to come later.
About half way through the sermon, Jen sensed someone in the aisle. She looked over. It was Alicia, and she had the four kids with her! They quickly scooted over to make room, and as they did Jamie hooped on Jen's lap. The combination caused Jen's skirt to hike up, revealing a glimpse of her stocking top. It was only a momentary flash as Jen quickly pushed her skirt down, but Alicia saw. She scowled and whispered judgmentally at Jen, "Is that really appropriate?" Jen blushed.
After the service Jen spoke briefly with Alicia. "Are you okay?" she asked with sincere concern. She hadn't seen Alicia since their separation.
She looked sad. "We're going to marriage counseling, to try to work things out." Alicia left soon after with the kids. Mike, Jen and Ralph lingered, drinking coffee and chatting with the pastor. They didn't want people to see them leave; see who was leaving with who.
Ralph drove away with Jen. Mike went to the Starbucks 10 minutes from Ralph's place to wait. This was part of the thrill for him, a big part, thinking about what Ralph was doing to Jen. The delicious torture of sipping coffee, waiting until another man finished with his wife's body. He opened his computer and looked at pictures of him and Jen, back in college, at their wedding, on vacations, just hanging around at home. He looked at older pictures of her, as a child, in high college. He twirled his wedding ring as he looked. His erect cock hurt in his pants. His heart hurt in his chest. His fantasy was an obsession, exciting and self-destructive. He hated it, yet couldn't resist it, like heroin, it wasn't enough to just take it, he had to increase the dosage to get the same high.
Ralph loved it she'd dressed up for him. He undressed her, leaving on just her garter belt, stockings and heels. He reached for a box of condoms he'd bought, but she caught his hand. "That's okay," she said with a smile, eager to tell him the news. "I went back on the pill."
His eyes grew wide with surprise and joy. "You did that for me?"
She'd thought of Ralph a lot the last month. She imagined kissing his handsome face, touching his wonderful body, feeling his incredible cock inside her, experiencing the non-stop intense orgasms he gave her. "Yeah," she said pulling him into her. "Just for you."
Ralph couldn't believe it. He knew how important it was to her to start a family, yet she put that on hold for him. He paid her back by fucking her harder than ever. He did everything he could to make her orgasms last longer. When she finally got up to go back to her husband she was so sore she could barely walk. He'd fucked her three times and given her incredible orgasms. She called Mike to pick her up.
The following week Mike wandered aimlessly at work, feeling jealous and insecure. He'd thought he could handle Jen's affair with Ralph, he thought Ralph was the perfect guy to turn his fantasies into reality. If it was just physical, he could handle it. But he suspected it was more than physical. The way they held hands in church and looked at each other. The way they whispered on the phone during the week. The way Jen daydreamed in the evening.
It didn't look like Ralph and Alicia were getting back together. They went to counseling, but Ralph seemed to consider it just an obligatory prelude to divorce. Mike was concerned Ralph intended to seriously go after Jen after his divorce with Alicia was final.
In his lucid moments, during the periods of clarity after cumming, he admitted to himself he'd been an idiot to let Jen go back on the pill. He should have stopped playing the game and gotten her pregnant. She'd be his forever if she had his child. She would never allow her baby to be without its father. But outside those moments of clarity, he was controlled and betrayed by his demented and self-destructive fantasies.
Later that week Jen rushed into the locker room of the gym. Her dance class had gone over and she was late for a date with Ralph (Mike was traveling again). She quickly showered and dressed. She put her long hair up in a loose bun, not wanting to spend the time to blow dry her hair. She left the locker room and saw Ralph across the big room, pretty girls surrounding him. She frowned inside. Then she noticed he wasn't holding court like he usually did, where he flirted with all the girls like each was a potential bedmate. Instead he seemed more business-like, standoffish. In retrospect, she realized he'd been acting like that for other a month. She wondered what was up (but felt pleased). She didn't know Ralph had lost interest in other girls, he only had eyes for her.
The girls around Ralph frowned and scattered when they saw Jen approached. They didn't know exactly what was going on between her and Ralph, but they all knew they didn't stand a chance against Jen's gorgeous face and tight body. Ralph gawked at Jen when he saw her. He'd never seen her with her hair up. Jen realized what had drawn his attention. "Be still, will you," she whispered smiling, hoping no one saw his reaction to her, although she wondered why she'd never thought of wearing her hair up given Ralph's love of girls with short hair. She briefly pressed his hand, and they walked out trying to keep a respectable distance between them.
They went to her place because Jen had a busy day the next day. As soon as they walked in the door Ralph was all over her, frenzy with lust over seeing her with her hair up. She almost giggled over what drove men crazy, but she didn't, enjoying what he was doing to her body. By now for Mike she would've shaken her long hair out, but of course she left it up for Ralph, he was enjoying it too much.
Ralph tore off her clothes, leaving her in just thigh highs and high heels. It was always the same with Ralph (and Mike), but she didn't mind, she felt sexy being completely nude except for her legwear and heels. He was an animal today, bending her over the arm of a chair to take her from behind. She loved it! He spread her legs apart with his knee, her heels scbanging across the hardwood floor, and then impaled her with his monster cock with a single thrust. She was getting use to him but it still hurt. Still, it didn't hurt as much as before, so she assumed his constant fucking of her and keeping his cock inside her while they slept was stretching out her pussy. She briefly thought how that might affect her sex with Mike, but then her attention was drawn back to the huge thick cock ramming her from behind.
He fucked her hard, and it felt glorious. Then he leaned over her and reached around and roughly groped her tits, and it felt even better. She felt her first orgasm approaching. She felt his mouth and tongue on her neck, his cock relentlessly pounding her from behind. Suddenly she felt his lips and tongue on her ear, and she cringed. "Ralph, wait!" she said. "I don't like that!"
But then his tongue snaked into her ear. She clenched her eyes preparing for the intense pleasure/pain. But to her surprise, the sensitive pain never came. Instead, all she felt was pleasure. Unlike her husband, Ralph gently probed her ear, flicking lightly here and there, being so gentle in her most sensitive erogenous zone while continuing to pile drive her pussy from behind. She'd never felt anything so incredible, his big cock pounding her, his fingers rubbing her nipples and clit, and most of all his tongue doing wonderful things to her ear. Her orgasm hit and it was so incredible her feet practically arched completely out of her high heels.
The next thing she knew she was on her back in bed. Ralph was above her looking concerned when she opened her eyes. "What happened?" she asked.
"I don't know. We were making love, and then you went limp."
"Wow. I think I came so hard I must have passed out. That's never happened to me before." They kissed, soft and slow, not the frantic kisses of lovers, but the patient caring and soft kisses of love. They stopped, their lips so close they breathed into each other's mouth, looking into each other's eyes. "Hey you," she softly said.
"Hi," Ralph said, then he kissed her again.
She softly stroked his cheek. "Make love to me some more, okay?"
Ralph's heart leaped. "Okay," he said beaming.
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After waking and making love again, Ralph left to give Jen time to get ready for her busy day. She had 2 stressful meetings scheduled at work, and then right after she had to run to see Danny her stylist. She brushed her hair in the mirror, in her stockinged feet and wearing her skirt and bra. Her hair reached at least three inches past her bra strap. She considered telling Danny to shorten her hair by a few inches – long hair took so much time to take care of – but she knew Mike would go ballistic if it didn't fall passed her bra strap. His silly winter bra strap rule. It annoyed her, which she knew was odd because usually she considered his rule silly but endearing. She realized a lot of things about her husband annoyed her lately. She found herself wishing Mike could be more like Ralph, but the thought bothered her and she forced herself to stop thinking about it.
She looked in her medicine cabinet for her brown lipstick. It wasn't a color she normally wore, but she thought it would look good with her outfit. Not finding it in her side of the bathroom, she moved to Mike's and opened his medicine cabinet. As she looked a small square package fell out. She was startled when she read the label. Five morning after pills. Dated the day she took the first one, after that first time with Ralph. Four pills were left in the package.
The implications staggered her. Mike had bought 5 pills, not just 1. She sat down, thinking. Mike had expected she'd sleep around so much with Ralph or other men she'd need 4 more pills. Did he think so little of her, think she was that much of a slut? She remembered it was her idea to go back on the pill, not his. Maybe the risk of her getting pregnant by other men was part of his sick fantasy. Maybe he was disappointed she'd gone back on the pill, maybe he got excited at the prospect of her having unprotected sex and then having to take another morning after pill. Yes, they fantasized about it when they role played, but was it real for him, did he really want her to do that? Didn't he understand the emotional cost and heartache it took her to take one of the pills? The fact she had, in fact, had to take a second one just made it all worse. Could she love or trust a man who treated her that way?
Something snapped inside. It was more than anger. She wanted to hurt him.
She finished dressing and got in a cab. On the way she called in sick at work. She went straight to Danny's salon in mid-town.
"Jennifer!" Danny said happily when she entered. He was flaming and always pronounced her name "Jen-Knee-Fuur," drawing out each syllable.
"You're very early, but I can take you now." He shooed her into a chair. "What is it today? A little cut-cut in the back?" He giggled. "Don't worry, I won't violate Michael's bra strap rule, I know how the silly boy is."
"Cut it short," Jen said curtly, bypassing the normal banter she had with Danny when she saw him. She pointed to just below her ears. "To here."
Danny's eyes grew wide with surprise, then he got excited. "Really?! Oh how wonderful, this will be so much fun! I've told you so many times, I can do so much more with short hair!" Danny gripped her hair just below her ears and opened a large scissors. "Are you sure darling? Last chance."
"Just do it," she said without any emotion.
With glee, Danny cut her hair, the long blonde locks falling to the floor. "Do you want to donate your hair to Locks of Love? They're more than long enough." The charity required donated hair to be at least 10 inches, and what Danny had cut was over a foot.
"Sure, whatever," she said distracted, looking at herself in the mirror. She was going to be a different girl now. Not the girl with long blonde hair Mike adored so much.
Danny went about layering what remained, when Jen interrupted him. "Danny --"
"Yes darling?"
"I want you to color my hair black."
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