Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Okay," I said almost as if in a daze, my heart pounding.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "I won't wear it if you don't want me too."

"I want you too," I said, "Turn around." I laced up the bustier like before.

She wore the bustier like a top, with a mini-skirt, stockings and heels. She wore her blonde hair up and the bustier showed off her sexy shoulders and elegant neck. She looked incredible!

She got down on her knees between my legs. She rubbed my hard-on over my pants. "I can take care of this for you," she said her glossy pink lipstick sparkling.

"No," I said. I didn't want her to think I was mad or rejecting her, so I explained "You know how I get kinda melancholy after I cum?" She nodded. "I don't want to get that way now." She slowly nodded, and I could see she understood.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Scott and Allie were already there. I thought it was going to be awkward figuring out how to pair up, but Scott immediately put his arms on Jen's hips and kissed her, saying she looked incredible. When the maître-d arrived Scott took Jen's hand and went with the maître-d to the table. My jealousy grew at watching Scott and Jen holding hands.

"Hi bubble boy," Allie said smiling, taking my arm and following the waiter. She'd called me bubble boy since college. I had no idea why. Whenever I asked she laughed and told me to ask Jen. When I asked Jen, she'd laugh too but wouldn't tell me. "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing," she always told me. It was like their private joke. I'd given up years ago trying to get them to tell me what it meant.

Scott was charming at dinner and dominated the conversation. Jen and Allie didn't seem to mind, they laughed at his jokes and seemed spellbound with his stories. He was charismatic and charming, which was probably why he was so good at advertising.

I felt like a third -- I guess fourth -- wheel. Jen had eyes only for Scott. She tried to bring me into the conversation a few times, but each time she returned her attentions to Scott.

Scott reminded me of Ricky. Ruggedly good looking, charismatic, tall and powerful, a man's man. Jen definitely was drawn to that type. I wondered how she ever fell in love with me. I guess I'm reasonably good looking, but I'm far from having a "beach body," and I'm quiet and introspective. No way could I compete with a captivating guy like Scott at dinner conversation. I think Jen forgot I was even there.

After dinner we moved over to the adjacent bar. As in the restaurant, I looked around and didn't see anyone we knew. We'd picked the bar because it was across town from where we normally hung out.

I think Jen sensed I was feeling left out, so she took my arm and we went to the dance floor. It was a slow dance. I put my arms around her waist and she put her arms around my neck. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I lied.

"See, Scott's really nice," she said. She saw the reaction on my face. "That wasn't the right thing to say, was it?"

I shook my head, and I couldn't help grinning.

"Gary's a nice guy," I said mentioning her older mentor at work. "I wish he was here instead of Scott," I joked, but I was half serious.

She paused as if making sure she said the next thing right. "I like Gary but I don't have feelings for him except as a friend," she said carefully. "You know that right?"

I nodded, not knowing where she was going with this.

"But if I ever fell in love with another man -- really in love -- it would be with a man like Gary," she said looking into my eyes. "You know why?"

I shook my head.

Still looking into my eyes, she said, "Because he reminds me of you."

I stopped moving. Relief flooded through me. She'd said exactly the right thing. "Thank you," I said.

"It's true," she said kissing me.

Our tender moment was broken when a fast song came on and Scott jumped hog dogging onto the dance floor. He was purposely making a fool of himself and Jen laughed. He pulled her to him and they started dancing. Laughing, Jen reached for me but he playfully grinded against her and she was soon laughing even more and playfully slapping his hands away. Once again it was like I didn't exist to her. Our moment had passed and I felt the jealousy and anxiety returning.

Allie took my arm and led me off the dance floor. "Come on, we have to at least try to keep everyone thinking she's with him and you're with me," she said.

"You must think I'm pathetic," I said once we were sitting at the table.

She laughed. "I never thought you, of all people, would turn out to be so demented!"

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"No," she said laughing again. Bitch.

Our attention turned to the dance floor. As they slow danced, Scott caressed Jen's neck as they looked into each other's eyes. I knew that would turn her on, her neck is one of her most sensitive erogenous zones.

"It really turns you on to see Jen with other men?" Allie asked amazed.

I turned to her. "So this is where you tell me I'm sick and perverted."

She laughed. "No, I'm just curious."

"Do you know the whole story?"

"I think so, but feel free to tell me your side of it."

"No thanks."

"I didn't think so," Allie said with another laugh. She was really enjoying this. She looked curiously at me. "I've heard about men like you, but you're the first one I've met."

I looked back at Jen and Scott. "Welcome to my hell."

"If it bothers you, why do you let her do it?"

"I don't think I can stop her."

She shrugged. "You were the one who let the genie out of the bottle. Opened Pandora's box. Got what you wished for --"

"Okay Allie I get it," I said cutting off her gleeful recitation.

Scott and Jen returned. We moved to the bar. I stood next to Jen and put my hand on her back as she sat on a stool. Scott talked about gossip at work, and soon the three of them where laughing and talking animatedly. Scott put his hand on Jen's knee. He looked at me and smiled. Jen let him keep it there.

After a while Jen realized I was being left out. She took my hand in hers. "Okay no more talking about work," she announced to everyone. Allie announced we should all do shots. She winked at me when she ordered 4 shots of sex on the beach. Bitch.

We downed those. Then Scott ordered vampire shots. "What are those?" Jen asked. Allie grinned, clearly knowing what they were. I didn't know either. I saw the bartender pour Chambord, vodka and cranberry juice into 4 shot glasses.

Scott crushed a few sugar cubes onto the bar top, and then sprinkled some crushed sugar on Jen's shoulder right next to her neck. He had a mischievous grin on his face, and she was clearly intrigued.

He took one of the shot glasses and downed the concoction, and then he lowered his head and sucked the sugar off Jen's neck. It must have tickled because Jen squealed and laughed delightedly.

"Now your turn," Scott said. Jen took some crushed sugar and sprinkled it on Scott's neck as he had done to her. She took a shot glass and downed the shot, and then on her tip toes she sucked Scott's neck. They both laughed like college kids.

Scott looked at Allie since it was her turn. "No thanks," she said with an amused smile. She was clearly enjoying this. He looked at me but I just glared at him.

"Okay, I guess I'm up again," he said. He poured more sugar on Jen's neck. He downed a shot, and then sucked her neck again. Jen laughed again, but then his sucking went from playful to sensual. I saw it in her eyes as her arousal grew. His lips moved up her neck, and soon they were kissing, and the kissing turned to full blown making out. Jen let my hand go so she could put her arms around Scott's neck. I looked away. She was doing this right in front of me, in the middle of a bar. It turned me on, but it hurt so much.

"Okay guys, get a room," Allie said, seeing the nearby bouncer frown. Jen and Scott finally broke apart. I wondered how far they'd have gone if Allie hadn't said something.

"Okay Jen your turn again," he said handing the last shot glass to her.

Jen was all smiles as she took the glass. She glanced at me, and saw my face. Her smile turned to concern. She reached for my hand but I wouldn't take it. She came over to me and said "Do you want to do one on me?"

"No I'm good," I said grateful my voice didn't crack with the emotions I was feeling.

"Come on Jen your turn," Scott repeated.

She put the still full glass on the bar. "I think we better get going," she said to Scott and Allie. "Do you mind if I say goodbye to Scott?" she asked me.

I shrugged. "Wait for me outside okay?" she said. She joined me 15 minutes later and we got into a taxi.

"Sorry about the vampire shots," she said looking at my face.

"No problem," I said, keeping my gaze ahead, not looking at her.

"I mean it, I let it get out of control," she said.

I shrugged, pretending to be unconcerned. "You were his date tonight. No worries, it's all good."

"I wasn't his date," she said, rubbing my arm. "I should have done the shot with you. At least the first one."

"Don't do me any favors, okay Jen?" I said, the bitterness coming out. My words hurt her. We drove the rest of the way in silence.

At home she let down her hair. She stood at a mirror and brushed it. I came up behind her and looked at her in the mirror. There was a hickey on her neck where he'd done the vampire shots. I touched it with my finger.

Jen saw where I was touching. "Sorry, I didn't know he did that," she said.

I looked into her eyes in the mirror. "Why'd it take 15 minutes to say goodbye to him?"

She frowned at me. "So now you want to play the Game?" she said irritation creeping into her voice.

I deserved that. "You're right, I don't know what I want," I admitted. I went into our home office and sat down, staring off into the distance. I was so conflicted by this I couldn't think straight, and I was frustrating the hell out of Jen.

She came in a few minutes later and sat in my lap. "You're difficult sometimes," she said, but there was no heat in her voice, and she tussled my hair.

"Do you think it'll ever be just you and me?" I asked her.

She put her arms around my neck, her fingers lightly caressing the back of my head. "Is that what you want?"

I thought about it. "I'm not sure. I guess I don't think you'd be happy with just me."

"It was just us for a long time," she said.

"Yeah, but ... that was before Ricky. And it's hard to put the genie back in the bottle."

She thought a moment, as if knowing what she wanted to say, but not how to say it. "Remember Cabo?" she finally said. "When we talked about moving out of the city and buying a cute house with a big yard, and having kids and watching them grow up, and holding hands and walking on the beach when we got old and gray?"