Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You like that?" she asked looking up at me with her big blue eyes.

"God yes!"

She hesitated , then tentatively said, "What you did to me was so amazing, but I'm not sure I can do that."

Her statement came out almost like a question. I quickly reassured her, "That's okay baby, you don't have to."

"You're such a great guy, you know that?" she said smiling at me. I saw the love in her face, and it made me feel so good. "I think I know how to pay you back," she added. She took off my shoes and socks and pulled my pants completely off. She lightly ran her manicured nails from my ankles up my calves, and then ran her nails up my inner thighs. I moaned and my cock jerked. "You like that baby?" she asked, knowing full well I did.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly stroked me. With her other hand she used her nails to lightly tickle the underside of my balls. She gave me a sly, knowing smile. "You want to talk about tonight, don't you?"

I nodded. "What did you think of Scott?"

Her smile widened. She'd known this is what I'd want to talk about. "He's a really good dancer."

"You're attracted to him?"

"What do you think?" she asked, the sly smile still on her face. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I'm not the biggest guy, so she can easily swallow all of me. I groaned feeling her tongue running up and down the underside of my shaft.

"Did he hit on you?"

She looked up at me, her lips glistening with moisture. "A little."

"A little?" I repeated. "Did he touch you under the table?"

Slowly stroking me, she said "Do you hope he did?"

"Did he?"

Instead of answering, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth again. "Where did you go? Where you with Scott?"

"So many questions," she said with a husky voice, looking up at me with heavy-lidded bedroom eyes, my cockhead still half in her mouth.

"Did you fuck him?"

She rose up and straddle my legs. Reaching down she guided my cock into her pussy. We both moaned as I entered her. "Did you?" I moaned.

Slowly moving up and down on me, she put her arms around my neck and pulled my ear to her lips, my face immersed in her silky blonde hair. She whispered into my ear, "Can you smell him on me?" That was all it took. With a grunt and lurch I came.

She kissed me and rolled onto the bed, curling into a ball as if inviting me to spoon her. She loved being snuggled at night. I could tell she was exhausted. I undressed her, gently taking off her dress, her heels, her stockings (she hadn't worn a garter belt). I finished undressing myself and then spooned her, pulling the covers over both of us. "Thank you baby," she said to me half asleep. Then we both fell asleep.

When I woke the next morning I had a major headache. Too much scotch. The sun was full in the sky and I saw it was mid-morning. Jen wasn't there. She left a note: Went to help with the gifts.

As a bridesmaid, one of her jobs was to help bring all the wedding gifts to Jill's parents' house, about 30 minutes from the reception hotel. We'd talked about how I'd help her with this. I wished she'd woken me, because I felt like we'd barely spent any time together yesterday.

I wondered if Scott had gone with her. Is that why she hadn't woken me? So she could spend more time with Scott?

I lay back down and pulled out my cock. I was hard. I closed my eyes and remembered how she'd held his arm walking down the aisle, gaily laughing and talking, and how they continued their flirtation all during dinner. She'd ignored me the entire day, all her attentions on Scott. On the dance floor she'd barely danced with me, instead choosing to dance with Scott. It'd been like he was her husband and I was an unwanted third wheel. And she'd dirty danced with him, inviting his hands on her. Had he fingered her during dinner, under the table?

And what about that half hour, when they disappeared? She practically admitted it -- she let him fuck her. With all our friends there. Thirty minutes was more than enough. He might have fucked her twice, once in her mouth and once in her pussy. Had she fed me his creampie when I went down on her, made me eat his cum out of her? Did she have that little respect for me?

I came, thinking these thoughts. Then I lay in bed catching my breath, feeling insecure.

It'd been a year since we got back together, after her relationship with Ricky ended. About 6 months ago, I watched her have sex with another man. I'd encouraged her. I knew she needed more than I could give her. And my strongest fantasy -- obsession-- was her with other men.

We began playing our Game again. But the one night stands made her feel cheap. She grew up Catholic, with all the guilt that goes with that. We stopped playing the game 2 months ago. I wanted to keep going, but it got her too upset.

You might wonder, "how can I be insecure about other men, when I want her to sleep around?" Well, if you have to ask that question, you don't really understand the cuckold fantasy. The risk of losing her to another man -- a better man -- a handsomer, more successful, better body, better endowed man -- is a big part of the fantasy. Jealousy, heart ache and angst are like fuel on a fire. Early in our relationship, I thought I was enough to keep her sexually satisfied. That bubble burst the first time Ricky fucked her. He did things to her I never had. She responded to him like she never had with me. That made me realize I could never give her all she needed.

But you can't separate physical love from emotional love. That's true for everyone, but especially for girls I think. If another man is pleasing her body -- rocking her world -- she can't help but develop feelings for him. That's what happened with Ricky. Jen fell in love with him. Today, she denies she did. But I was there, I know.

As I lay in bed, with jizz on my hand, I thought about those things. She probably didn't fuck him last night. She likes to flirt, and that's all she did last night. But why'd she spend so much time with him last night, ignoring me? And why didn't she wake me up this morning?

I knew everyone from the wedding was probably downstairs, and I had to make an appearance. I showered and got dressed (masturbating again in the shower, thinking of them together).

Downstairs, there was a big crowd of people from the wedding. People kidded me about being hung over. "Have you seen Jen?" I asked Jill, the bride. She and Jack were leaving on their honeymoon tomorrow.

"She and Scott took the presents to my parents' house," she said, watching me closely as if wanting to see my reaction. She probably knew what was really going on with Scott and my wife.

My suspicions were confirmed when Jill shared a knowing glance with her other bridesmaids, and they broke into a giggle. They all knew Jen had Scott's cock in her at that very moment. It was probably long and thick, her pussy stretched so tight she could feel the thick veins running up the sides. They all knew I can't satisfy her, she needed a real alpha man like Scott, not small dicked me.

Of all the bridesmaids, Allie was the worst. Jen and Allie met freshman year of college, and they'd been best friends since. Like Jen, Allie is a knockout, although she was still single. I doubted she'll ever marry, being so wild and fun loving. That was why Jen liked Allie so much. She grew up in a kind of conservative Catholic home, and by college she was ready to let loose some. Allie was the perfect partner in crime.

Allie and I don't get along. I mean, we played nice for Jen's sake. But Allie's never liked me. I don't think she thinks I'm good enough for Jen, and honestly I don't think she liked losing her wingman. I'm sure Allie knows the entire Ricky story. She wasn't around when it happened. She works at the same advertising firm as Jen -- but at the time she was in London working on a high profile project. I assume Jen told Allie the entire story, but to be honest I try to avoid talking about Allie with Jen.

But I was trapped here, and Allie gave me a look. I have to admit, she's hot, but opposite to Jen. Brunette instead of blonde, busty instead of petite. She's a flirt too, but if Jen's a 10 in the flirtatious department, then Allie's a 15.