Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

All In My Head ch.01

"How do I look?" Jen asked, a big smile on her pretty face.

"You look incredible," I gushed, admiring her petite body in the brand new dress. It was a bridesmaid dress, and we were going to the wedding of our friends Jack and Jill (after one of the longest engagements on record). Jill mercifully chose dresses her bridesmaids could wear again, so Jen's silk dress was all one color (light pink) and didn't have the frills and fluffs that would've made it impossible to wear again. The dress hugged her curves, had a scoop top that hinted at the soft curve of her breasts, and ended just above her knees. My heart quickened looking at her calves, but that always happened whenever I looked at her legs. They were perfect, long and slim and athletic and shapely, and they ended with the slimmest ankles and prettiest feet. She wore off-white hose and ankle strap heels and a cute ribbon in her hair, the heels and ribbon the same pink as the dress.

She looked pretty and sexy and sweet all at the same time, and her big smile and obvious excitement about the wedding made her look absolutely radiant. We hadn't spent much time with our friends since getting back together, and Jen was excited to see everyone.

I wasn't as enthused to see everyone. People knew we'd gone through a rough patch. No one knew the whole story, though, except for Claire and Sam (and Allie, who'll I'll talk about later). But people suspected. Certainly, our friends knew she'd had an affair with Ricky. I'd never actually talked to anyone about it, but I figured it was pretty common knowledge (a "well known secret" I guess you'd call it). How much people knew -- that Jen had dated Ricky, that we'd separated for a time -- I wasn't sure of, but I was sure there was a lot of gossiping behind our backs.

Jen wasn't really concerned about it. "They might suspect something, but they don't really know," she'd say. She was like that, carefree and happy-go-lucky. But when you're as pretty as her, and you have a bubbly and delightful personality, you get used to getting away with things, with people giving you the benefit of the doubt. Still, there were good reasons not to let her affair come out into the open. It would not be a good thing if our families found out about it. So a "non-denial denial" was probably the way to go.

We separated at the church, with Jen going with the wedding party and me with the rest of the guests. I said hello to a lot of friends, people I hadn't seen in months. I imagined them staring at me, whispering to each other about how Jen fucked Ricky behind my back, about how she loved his cock and the way he fucked her, about how she'd fallen in love with him and left me just months after our own wedding.

These thoughts got me hard. Of course they didn't suspect the extent of it all. They didn't know I encouraged my wife not only fuck Ricky, but date him and be his girl friend. And not just Ricky, but other men too. But Ricky had been best, because she HAD loved his cock, and she HAD fallen in love with him.

The bridal processional song began. I recognized it -- Pachelbel -- the same from our wedding. The bridesmaids walked up the aisle. Jen was fourth, right before the bride, and she was the prettiest (including Jill, the bride). Of course I'm biased, but really it wasn't even close.

I didn't hear any of the service. I spent the entire time looking at my wife. We'd been together for years, and married for about a year and a half, and I still can't take my eyes off her. She's so gorgeous, with her pretty face and soft blonde hair, her firm body, her small shapely breasts, her perfect legs, her bubbly personality. She beamed during the entire ceremony, so happy for Jack and Jill and excited to be back among her friends. I willed her to look over to me. To find me in the crowd, to give me a smile. But she didn't, instead trading glances and smiles with the wedding party flanking the bride and groom.

After Jack and Jill were pronounced man and wife, I watched as Jen was paired with a groomsman for the exit processional. I didn't know him (I later found out his name was Scott.) Jen took his offered arm. She beamed and chatted merrily with him as they walked as a couple down the aisle.

Other men with cuckold fantasies will understand this. I cannot see my wife with another man without thinking about him fucking her. It's like the fantasy is hardwired in my head. And Scott was a good looking guy. Around my age (I'm 28 and Jen's 25), taller than me, broad shoulders, a confident swagger as he walked. I felt butterflies watching them walk down the aisle, smiling and talking, as if they were the only people in the world.

I wondered if she would notice me as they walked by. I didn't think she would, but then just as they passed by, she turned her head slightly. Momentarily she looked disoriented at seeing me, as if remembering I was there too. She gave me a hesitant smile. And then did she loosen her hold on Scott's arm? Maybe out of guilt? I was so hard it hurt.

While waiting in the receiving line, I watched Jen and Scott continue their friendly banter as they greeted guests with the rest of the wedding party. "Hi Mike," she said to me when it got to be my turn. I looked at her new friend expectantly. Finally she added, "Um ... this is Scott, he's Jack's friend from college." I shook Scott's hand and then moved along the line. I looked back, seeing Jen and Scott back to flirting again. She didn't glance my way.

At the reception, Jen sat next to Scott at the head table. I watched from where I sat, at a table about 3 layers deep from the head table. The two of them flirted almost non-stop. I wondered if he'd heard the rumors, about Jen sleeping with Ricky. Maybe Jack had told him. I had known Jack for years, but we were just casual friends, so he didn't owe me anything. I imagined Jack saying to Scott, "At the wedding make sure to talk to Jen Andrews, she's hot."

Scott would laugh. "Yeah, but the real question is 'is she easy'?"

Jack would laugh back, and then give his friend a knowing grin. "She's married, but she fucks around. Remember Ricky, you met him one time? She's been fucking him since college, behind Mike's back. Look, here's a picture of her."

"Fuck, you're right she's hot," Scott would say, leaning back and looking more serious. "You really think I have a chance with her? Won't her husband be there?"

Jack would shrug and give his friend another grin. "Like I said, she's fucks around."

"She fucks around," I repeated in my head. I wondered if that's what people thought of Jen, that she fucks around, that I'm not good enough in bed so she needs other men to satisfy her. I looked at Jack, the groom. Did he think he had a chance to get inside Jen's pants, knowing she "fucks around"? His new bride Jill was pretty, but not nearly as Jen. Did he hope to get a piece of her in the future knowing she fucked other men?

I willed myself to stop thinking these thoughts. My cock was so hard it hurt, but worse, if I didn't stop the pre-cum would seep through my pants. I tried to concentrate on the dried chicken breast on my plate.

People started dancing. The obligatory first dances, and then more people got on the dance floor. Jen came over to me. "Wanna dance cowboy?" she asked playfully, looking a little tipsy from wine.

A series of fast songs played. My wife loves to dance, and is fabulous at it. After a little bit, Scott danced over to us, and for a while we danced in a circle. At best I'm an average dancer, but Scott really knows how to move. He edged closer to Jen, and soon they were dancing together. I moved off the dance floor and got a scotch at the bar. I leaned against the wall in a darken area, watching them dance.

I could tell she was having a great time dancing with Scott. He moved behind her and put his hands on her hips, and they gyrated in sync. I wondered if he could feel her garter belt. But then, he probably played with her under the table so he probably already knew.

He pressed his body against her, and she pressed her ass back against them. They gyrated like that, his crotch pressed against her ass, and then Jen raised her arms above her head. She looked back at Scott with a sultry smile on her face. As they danced, his hands slowly moved up her sides. Soon they'd be just below her bust, and I knew what would happen next. He'd cup her breasts. She'd look back over her shoulder, and then his tongue would be in her mouth.

How could she act this way, in front of all these people we knew? Everyone knew she stepped out. They knew about Ricky. How could she humiliate me this way?

"Who's bed is she going to tonight?" I imagined our friends saying.

"Not Mike's," someone would answer, and then they'd all laugh.

Their dancing gradually led them away from me, and I lost sight of them. I waited for them to dance back into my sight, but they didn't. I moved around the ballroom to get other views of the dance floor, but they were nowhere to be seen. I started to panic, not for her safety (because while I didn't know him he was Jack's friend), but for what might be happening between them.

At least 20 minutes (and 2 more double scotches) passed. Then suddenly Jen was in front of me. "Hey you," she said. She had perspiration on her forehead and seemed to be breathing hard. Scott was across the room, talking with Jack. They glanced at us as they spoke.

"Have fun?" I asked trying to act normal.

"Yeah, Scott's an awesome dancer," she said looking at him across the room.

Later that night we were in our hotel room. We were in bed, and I'd pushed her dress up around her waist. I was between her open legs, going down on her.

"Yeah Mike, yeah, like that," she moaned, her eyes closed. She had one hand behind my head, and the other rubbing her nipple.

I licked between her lips, and then twirled my tongue around her clit. God she had the prettiest pussy, I could stay there forever! I moved below her pussy and licked across her sandbar, making her groan. Knowing how it drove her crazy, I moved further down, licking across her sweet asshole. "Oh god," she groaned pushing her ass into my face. I rolled my tongue around her puckered anus. "God Mike god yeah," she moaned.

I played with her like that for a long time, not letting her cum, letting the pleasure build up until her body writhed on the bed. Only then did I return back to her clit. Licking hard with the flat of my tongue, I also pushed a finger into her and immediately found her g-spot, making her practically shriek with pleasure. I rubbed against both her clit and g-spot, while with my other hand I fondled her tit and rubbed her nipple. "Oh god I'm cumming baby I'm cumming!" she cried. Then her body convulsed and her hands tore at my hair. "Oh god oh god!" she cried.

I moved up the bed and put my arm around her. She snuggled into my arm. "That was freaking amazing!" she gushed, still panting. I felt great, knowing I'd given her a lot of pleasure.

Eventually she moved down my body. She pulled down my pants and wrapped her hand around my hard cock. "Your turn," she said with a teasing smile, then she licked the pre-cum off my cockhead. I moaned as she licked me up and down. She teased my balls with her nails as she licked me. Then she moved her head lower and licked my balls with her soft tongue. She moved lower, touching the edge of my sandbar. God it felt so good.