Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"That was really good!" she giggled a little later. Yeah, it was really good. I was feeling good.

We ate a light breakfast and then she said she was going to the gym. She's a workout freak and usually goes every day. I don't mind because it keeps her body really firm and tight. I had to do some work. We agreed to meet for lunch.

She put on a sports bra and leggings. I liked the idea she'd be full of my cum as she worked out. She packed an outfit to change into for lunch.

At noon I met her for lunch. It was an upbeat hole-in-the-wall cafe we often went to because we liked its retro vibe. Seeing her surprised me. Usually after working out she'd shower, put her hair up in a pony tail and wear jeans. But she had her hair down brushed to a luster, make up on, a dress with a high bodice and short skirt, nylons and high heels. "I feel under dressed," I said when I saw her.

"You look fine," she said with a laugh.

After lunch she said, "Hmmm ... you do look kinda grungy. Come on, I'll buy you something." She took my arm and we walked to some trendy stores.

Every guy we passed turned to look at Jen. That made me feel good. It's great to be married to such a pretty girl.

She picked out some things for me to try on. Well, a lot of things. Jen loves to shop. I tried them on and she rejected most of them. She's a clothes hound and likes things to look just right. She finally decided on a couple of pants and a few shirts. I left the store wearing all new clothes. "Much better," she announced smiling and looking me up and down.

I steered her to a boutique she likes. "I want to buy you a new dress," I told her.

"Twist my arm," she giggled. Like I said, she loves clothes. Only half seriously, I picked out a slinky black dress that had a scoop back and really short skirt. She indulged me by trying it on. It was classy -- it was Chanel after all -- but also borderline obscene. It was the kind of dress you'd see on a runway model at a fashion show but never in real life. A bra was not possible with the scoop back that went almost to her ass, and the material was so silky you could see the outline of her nipples if you really looked. The skirt was way above her knees. Luckily she was wearing pantyhose and not stockings or the stocking tops would show.

To my surprise she let me buy it for her. To my greater surprise she told the clerk she would wear the dress out.

As we walked, guys literally stopped in their tracks and stared at her. I saw a girl hit her boyfriend as he gawked at Jen. "I'm ready for a drink," Jen announced, and we decided to go to Yogi's, a sports bar we liked.

The bar was only a couple of blocks away. We passed a Victoria's Secrets and Jen steered me into it. "I need to replenish my stock," she said picking out packages of thigh high stockings, pantyhose and tights.

I showed her a black lacy garter belt. "How about this?" I asked jokingly. She owned only a couple of garter belts, and didn't need more since she rarely wore them. She preferred thigh high stockings that stayed up on their own.

She surprised me again by saying "I like it, it's really cute," and added it to her shopping basket. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me at the counter, and I smiled and paid for everything with my credit card.

"Wait a sec," she said to me. She stepped into the changing room. She took my breath away when she came out. She'd taken off the nude pantyhose and was now wearing black stockings with a seam down the back. She'd also put on the garter belt, as the straps were outlined in the thin silky material of the dress (although you had to really look).

The bar was packed with guys and a few girls watching football. Every male eye turned and stared at Jen, and more than a few guys seemed to be salivating. We knew the bartender and he made some room for us at the bar.

The bartender asked, and Jen ordered a Cosmo. I thought that was kinda strong for a Sunday afternoon, but what the hell. I ordered a scotch.

We had another round and were both feeling it. More than a few guys hit on her. She flirted back but more to be friendly than anything else.

Jen was definitely tipsy when she said with a big drunken smile and slurred, "I want to do a vampire shot on you."

I smiled back. I ordered 2 vampire shots. The bartender served up the shots with a little bowl of sugar, winking at me. Jen poured some sugar on my neck, swallowed the shot and then sucked the sugar from my neck. People around us cheered.

Then I did a shot on Jen. I sprinkled sugar on her neck, swallowed the shot and sucked her neck. I sucked long and hard, and she laughed and playfully batted me with her arms. But she didn't really try to get away or stop me. She knew what I was doing. I was giving her a bigger hickey than Scott's to mark my territory.

There were cheers and clapping from the guys around us. One guy asked Jen if he could do a shot on her. She looked at me. I gave her a smiling leer and told him "Go ahead."

He put sugar on her and swallowed the shot, and then sucked her neck. He didn't suck long, but I noticed he had his hand on her bare back as he sucked. Jen laughed as he did it.

Another guy asked, and I told him to go ahead too. Jen gave me a crooked smile but didn't object. This guy moved up her neck as he sucked, and he caressed her bare back as he did. I saw Jen's nipples hardening. Her neck was a major erogenous zone.

A third guy did a shot without even asking. Like the guy before, he moved up Jen's neck, but then he put his mouth over hers and kissed her. They made out for like 30 seconds.

This was getting out of control. Guys were lining up to do vampire shots on Jen.

Jen was drunk and had her cum face on. "That's it guys, you've had your fun," I said pulling Jen away and heading towards the door. There were disappointed hoots and howls but I wasn't stopping. Too much longer and my pretty wife might get gangbanged.

I grabbed a taxi even though we lived just a few blocks away. Inside our apartment Jen said "I'm sorry I let him kiss me."

I threw her on the bed and pushed up her new dress. "I guess you're not mad," she drunkenly giggled, but then she grunted as I rammed my hard cock into her. "Yeah baby fuck me hard," she moaned throwing her arms around my neck.

Even though I'd cum a lot that weekend, I didn't last long. Especially not when she took my hands and put them over her garter straps.

After I came I rolled off and we lay on our sides looking at each other. "You're not upset?" she asked me. We were both a lot more sober by that point.

I shook my head and grinned. "That was incredibly hot," I said. I moved my hand to her pussy. "I want to make you cum," I said, knowing she hadn't cum during our intercourse.

I rubbed her but she stopped me, grabbing my hand. "You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

She let my hand go and parted her legs, and I started rubbing her again. "It might take me a while," she said almost apologetically.

"That's okay," I said. "Close your eyes and think about fucking Scott."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I want you to."

She closed her eyes. As I rubbed her I watched her pretty face. It was so hot watching her sweet pretty face as her passion and excitement grew and she got closer and closer to cumming. I rubbed faster and harder as she got close. Finally she moaned and her back arched, and her body shuddered with orgasm.

"That was really good," she said to me. She saw I was hard again. It surprised her and me too. I'd cum just minutes ago and usually I don't recover that fast.

She pulled off the dress and got on top of me. She guided me into her. She moved up and down really slow. The soft patent leather of her high heels rubbed against my calves as she moved on me. She looked so hot with her perky tits, flat stomach, garter belt and stockinged covered legs.

"You're incredible, you know?" I said as I fondled her breasts.

She smiled through sultry heavy lidded eyes. "Feels good," she said.

It took a long time for me to cum but we took our time. We kissed and hugged. When my orgasm hit I moaned into her mouth and came inside her.

The next day I was really busy at work but whenever I had a moment I thought about Jen and the weekend. It had started really bad but got better and better. Overall it'd been the best weekend in a long time.

We'd spent quality time together, a lot of laughing, talking and hand holding, and we'd made love constantly. I knew she wanted to see Scott again. A skeptic would say she did all of that so I'd agree to let her see him again. But I didn't think that was it. We'd learned a lot from the Ricky experience. I think we both learned we needed to work on our relationship, even as she was having a relationship with another man (in this case Scott). That's what we'd done this weekend, worked on our relationship.

I decided to talk to Jen that evening about Scott, talk about where we'd go from here.