Adultery He Fucked My Girl by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

He Fucked My Girl Ch. 10

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" I asked surprised.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why?" I asked dumbfounded.

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

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

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

I gawked at her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I thought you'd left me."

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

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

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

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

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

"You never asked me about Cancun!"

"Yes I did!" she insisted.

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

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

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

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