Adultery He Fucked My Girl by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Within an hour we were laughing and joking, drinking beer and telling funny stories about college and gossiping about people we knew. Looking Jen up and down, Ricky said, "Jen, you've really changed!"

She had changed too. In college she wore her blonde hair long and straight back. Now her hair was shorter, just passed her shoulders, but layered so it was full and lush while still silky. She never wore makeup in college, but now she did. She'd already been very pretty, but now she was a drop dead knockout, like a model out of the cover of Vogue. She hadn't changed out of her work clothes, so she still wore a Fendi designer dress that hugged her curves and ended mid-thigh showing off a lot of her fantastic legs.

"Well, I hope in a good way!" Jen said, giving Ricky a smile. She made it sound like a joke, but I could tell she was pleased by Ricky's compliment.

"Hell yeah, you look fantastic!" Ricky gushed.

"Well ... it's painful to look good," she said. She flexed her feet grimaced -- she still had on high heels. "My feet always hurt after wearing high heels all day."

"I've been known to give great foot massages," Ricky said with a glint in his eye.

Without thinking, I blurted out, "You should take him up on his offer babe."

Both Jen and Ricky looked at me. I regretted saying it. They'd been joking around, but now I was turning things serious.

Finally Jen said in an annoyed tone, "Sure, why not." She turned on the sofa and laid her feet on Ricky's lap. "Okay, do your magic," she said to him, shooting me a glare.

Ricky took off one shiny black high heel, and then the other, letting them drop onto the floor. He took a moment to look at Jen's pretty feet. They were petite and slim with an elegant arch, smooth and unblemished. The seam of her nylons ran across her cute toes.

Ricky began working her feet, digging his thumb into her arch. "Oh, that feels good," Jen said at the sudden pleasure. Ricky worked Jen's toes back and forth, rubbing this thumb over every ache in her soles. "You ARE good at this," Jen purred, closing her eyes.

Ricky massaged Jen's feet for a long time. She kept her closed, enjoying every second. Ricky slowly and subtlety changed from massaging to caressing, his fingers running lightly over the top of her feet, and around her slim ankles. Jen didn't react -- her eyes still closed -- but her cheeks blushed with growing arousal.

I watched with a growing erection as Ricky's fingers lightly caressed her stockinged feet. Ricky looked at me inquiringly, with a raised eyebrow. I nodded, even without knowing exactly what he intended. At my nod, Ricky grinned confidently at me, like he knew that would be my answer. Then his caresses ventured up Jen's legs, up her shapely calves. Jen still had her eyes closed, but she was definitely breathing harder. His fingertips lightly drew circles behind her knees and she gave a shudder. I followed Jen's legs from her knees to her feet. Her feet rested on his crotch, on the huge tent his erection formed in his pants. She wasn't moving her feet, but there was no way she couldn't recognize his hard-on for what it was.

I moved onto the sofa and shifted Jen so her back rested against my chest. She instinctively turned her head to me and we kissed. I reached to her front and cupped and fondled her breasts. She turned her body completely to me, pulling her legs away from Ricky's hands, and we made out passionately.

I found her zipper and pulled it down, but she reached back to stop me just as I passed her bra strap. She moved her lips to my ear. "Are you sure about this?" she whispered into my ear, so low Ricky couldn't hear. "My god Mike we're getting married in a week."

My lust was controlling me by then, not any good sense. I answered her question by tugging the zipper the rest of the way down. She looked into her eyes. She hesitated, although I saw arousal in her face too, unbridled excitement in her pretty blue eyes. "Fuck it," she finally said. She moved back to Ricky, straddling his lap. She put her arms around his neck and they kissed.

Seeing them like that made me lightheaded with excitement, their arms around each other, their lips locked together. Ricky pulled her dress down, Jen helping him by pulling away so it could fall off her arms. Jen's choice in lingerie had changed too over the last 3 years. In college it had all been simple cotton bras and panties. Now she always wore heavily laced push up bras from Victoria Secrets, and matching lacy thongs. The push up bra pushed her small, girlish breasts together in an enticing way.

Ricky definitely liked the changes, his eyes eating her up. He cupped her tits, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. Her head rolled back as she moaned, and Ricky took the opportunity to kiss her neck, targeting one of her most erogenous zones just below her ear, and she moaned and writhed under his touch. I had to hand it to Ricky, he knew exactly where and how Jen liked to be touched.

They kissed and fondled each other for a long time. Finally they paused, pulling apart slightly, both of them panting. They looked deep into the other's eyes, and I got the feeling they'd forgotten about me. It was gut wrenching but delicious at the same time, something I'd dreaded but also longed for.

"Let's get this off of you," Ricky said, trying to push Jen's dress down her legs. She stood up to help him, and the dress fell to her feet. He grinned appreciatively when he saw her thigh high stockings, his fingers caressing the lacy stocking tops.

"I wear them all the time now," she said returning his smile, clearly pleased by his reaction. I felt like I was coming into the middle of a conversation, and their familiarity made my gut wrench with jealousy.