Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I looked down and saw I'd cum on my hand. I hadn't even realized it but I'd taken out my cock and masturbated as they fucked.

I cleaned myself and returned to the sofa, expecting Jen to come get me. I knew tonight wasn't over yet. They'd fuck again. But I wanted a few moments alone with her. I needed to hold her, I needed a little reassurance from her that it'd just been raw meaningless sex, that she still loved me, that she was still mine.

But she didn't come out of the bedroom. Not 5 minutes later, or 10, or 30 minutes. I silently walked back to the bedroom door. They were laughing and talking inside. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could tell it was excited animated talking. I got it. It was like after a big football game when you stood around with buddies and analyzed every play. They'd wanted each other for so long. And their sex had been so fucking good. They were talking about how fantastic the other had been, analyzing their sex. When you touched me there it felt so good. When you did that, god, no one's done that to me before. God when you did that I almost came right there. Oh my god I thought you'd split me wide open but then it felt so freaking good.

I went back to the sofa. I waited. Surely she'd come out to see how I was doing, right? They were in our bed. Pictures of us back in college, our wedding, our life together, they were all over our bedroom. There were tons of reminders of us in there, of me in there. She couldn't forget I was out here waiting, right? She'd come and see how I was doing.

But she didn't come out. Instead, I heard sounds of sex again. They were going at it again. Scott had Jenny Sue Andrews in his arms, and he wasn't letting her get away. I put my head in my hands and did my best to keep from crying.

Maybe I dozed, I don't know. Maybe I was in a numb stupor. At some point I felt Jen softly shake my shoulder. "Hey you," she softly said. She wore a tender smile and jostled my hair. "Are you okay?"

"No," I said truthfully. The clock said 1am. They'd been going at it for hours.

"We're almost done, okay?" she said rubbing my arm.

"Okay," I said dumbly. At that point what else could I say?

Her hair was tussled and her make up gone. She looked radiant. She wore a short slinky silk robe, the one I gave her last Valentine's day but she hardly ever wore because she liked to snuggle into her big fluffy cotton robe. Her nipples were hard and dented the silk material. Her pretty feet were bare.

She got two big glasses of water. Then she picked up the joints. "I'll be back soon, okay?" she said. "I left you one, in case you want it."

Then she left. I watched her walk back to the bedroom. As she approached Scott opened the door. He took the water and joints from her, put them someplace, and then pulled her to him. "I missed you," he said kissing her.

She closed the door. As it closed I heard her giggle, "I was only gone a minute."

I heard him give her a playful slap on the butt. "Okay lose the robe and put those high heels back on."

She laughed. "God you're so bad." Then the door closed.

Sounds of sex came from the room. I looked at the joint. What the hell. I smoked the entire thing and got high. It helped some as I listened to the bed shake and Jen's constant moans. I imagined their pillow talk.

"Put on the high heels," he'd say. Jen would smile at him and hold her long blonde hair up above her head, the nipples of her perky tits rock hard. She'd step into one high heel and then the other. She'd do a sweet pirouette on her tip toes. "You like?" she'd ask. He'd pull her to him and she'd giggle. Then he'd kiss and fondle her and she'd get her cum face. "I want you inside me," she'd say. He'd tease her by rubbing his big cock head between her pussy lips. "Who's pussy is this?" he'd ask. "Yours," she'd say.

I came, my head spinning from the pot and the sounds from the bedroom.

I must have passed out. When I woke it was passed 7am. All was quiet. I approached the bedroom. I didn't hear anything. I slowly opened the door. They were asleep, both of them nude. Scott was on his back. His arm was around her, and she was snuggled into him, her head in the crook of his arm. One of her legs was over his, her hand on his chest.

I sat back down on the sofa. On the shelf was a picture of us in Cabo. I was looking at the camera, and she was looking at me. We'd just gotten back together after Ricky, and had never been closer. We looked so together, so much in love.

Since then we'd become disconnected. We were out of sync. I didn't know why. I felt lost. I couldn't help it -- tears rolled down my cheeks.

A little later I heard stirring in the bedroom. Whispering and laughing. Then moans. They were fucking again.

Finally the bedroom door opened around 830. They'd fucked for over an hour.

It was Jen. She came over to me. She looked tired but beautiful as always. She was wearing the fluffy cotton robe this time.

She knew she'd fucked up. "I'm sorry baby," she said reaching for my hand. I pulled my hand away and didn't look at her.

She sat next to me, looking at me concerned. Scott called to her from the bedroom. "I'll be right back," she said. Right, I thought to myself.

"Come here babe," Scott said.

"You need to go Scott, Mike is really upset."

"Okay, but come on, one more time, I'll be quick."

"No Scott."

"Just give me a kiss then."

"Scott, please get dressed, you need to go."

As he got dressed, she came back and sat next to me. He came out of the bedroom and I sensed he was coming over to give her a kiss goodbye. She must have stopped him with her eyes. "Bye Scott, I'll see you Monday," she said.

"I had a great time," he said.

She smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything. A few seconds later the door opened and closed.

She sat next to me, looking at my face concerned. She tentatively leaned her head on my shoulder. When I didn't push her away, she put her arms around me. "I'm sorry," she said. "I let it get out of control."

"He must have really rocked your world to get you that way," I said.

She heard the bitterness and hurt in my voice. "It was more like it was pent up," she said carefully.

She kissed me. "Wait here," she said and she went into the bedroom. I heard her changing the sheets. "Come here Mike," she called to me. We lay down. I was on my back, and she was in my arm. How they'd been just a little earlier.

"Sometimes I think I'm a nympho or something," she said with a self-deprecating laugh. "I get into it and lose track of everything."

She knew the things that hurt me most. We'd been through this with Ricky after all. "I didn't mean to sleep with him," she said. "Too much pot I guess," she said with a cautious smile.

She looked into my eyes. "Will you say something?"

I hurt a lot. But I didn't want to show it. I probably already looked pathetic to her, I didn't want to lose more of her respect. "I'll be okay," I said.

She looked at me, doubt on her face. But she didn't press. She hugged me, and I put my arms around her.

We got in the shower together. We soaped each other. She winced when I soaped her pussy and clit. "It's kinda sore," she said. No doubt he'd fucked her raw. I soaped her more gently. "That feels good," she said.

She got on her knees. She took my cock in her mouth. She sucked me, and then she got up and we made out, the shower falling onto us like a waterfall. She turned around to face the wall and bent at the waist. She reached back and guided me into her pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me. "A little gentle okay?" she said and then we kissed as I gently moved in and out of her. I came inside her.

We went to our favorite neighborhood bistro for a lazy Saturday morning brunch. As always, we bought newspapers and read and talked. We'd gotten the early Sunday edition of the New York Times, and the Times Magazine published the winners of a poetry contest. Jen loved poetry. With her love of old bands, she thought Bruce Springsteen was the greatest poet who ever lived. She read the poems to me, and we laughed and talked.

There was a story about how Europeans were better travelers than Americans. "It's true," I said with a grin. "Americans are like superheroes in the US. But when we go overseas we lose our super powers. We can't charge our computers and our cell phones don't work. It's like Superman going back to Krypton." Jen kicked me under the table, but she laughed and had a delighted sparkle in her eye.

It was a good morning. It was like Scott had never happened. I began feeling better.

Later that night we were watching TV. She had her feet in my lap. I rubbed her feet. "That feels good," she said.

She had black tights on under her jeans. I loved feeling the material of her tights. I got hard and my erection pushed against her tights-covered foot.

She moved closer to me on the sofa and straddled my waist. She leaned down and kissed me. As we made out, I caressed her tight ass. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. I continued to fondle her ass. She sensed I wanted to play.

"He likes my ass too," she said.

"Scott does?"

"Yeah."

"He told you?"

"Yeah."

"Is that why you wore jeans last night?"