Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Well, you know, A leads to B, B leads to C," I said. That was how I always explained how I figured things out. I'd always been good at math, and when you got down to it Sapphire was just math. And numbers were like that. You figure out A, and that leads to B. Once you've got B, you go to C, and so on.

The three of them grinned at me. "Mike, you shouldn't be so modest, even though it's really cute," Elaine said with a giggle.

Steve and Brian shared a grin. Elaine was definitely tipsy.

"Elaine's right Mike," Steve said. "This is your moment, enjoy it."

"It's OUR moment," I said to them, and we toasted to that.

As we left, I said "Brian, did you get a chance to check on that alpha progression?"

Brian shrugged. "Yeah, but it looked good to me."

I frowned and shook my head. "Something about it doesn't look right to me. Did you check the regression model too?"

"I didn't think of that," Brian said. "I'll look at it again. Steve, can you check it with me?"

"You bet," Steve said.

I woke up early on Sunday and flew to Chicago in the private jet. The plane had a phone so I called Jen.

"You won't believe where I am," I said grinning into the phone.

"Where?"

"The firm's private jet!" I explained what had happened.

"I wish I was there with you!" she said excitedly.

"Yeah we could join the mile high club!"

"I would so be up for that!" she giggled.

"Me too!" And we both laughed at the double entendre.

"What are you up to today?" I asked.

"Heading to the gym," she said.

"Okay -- I'll probably get home late tonight, probably not before 10."

"No worries, just let me know," she said brightly.

I was more nervous to meet with the Chicago partners than the number crunchers. I dealt better with brainiacs since I spoke their language (math). The Chicago partners were all about money -- the more the better -- and they intimidated the hell out of me.

But if anything, the meeting in Chicago went better than SF. Maybe because the Chicago partners were money hounds, and they immediately saw Sapphire's potential to make serious cash.

Surprisingly, the meeting ended early. They got me a limo to the airport and flew me to NYC on the private jet. I could seriously get used to this. I called Jen from the plane but got her voice mail. I left her a message: "Hey baby, the meeting ended early, we should land around 6. Meet me at the airport and I'll give you the grand tour of the jet."

Jen wasn't at the airport when we landed. I tried her cell but again got her voice mail. I tried our apartment but she didn't pick up there either. I waited for a while at the airport hoping she would show up, but the pilots had to get to their next pickup. I said thanks to them and took a taxi home.

I got home around 730. Jen wasn't there. I tried her cell but again got her voice mail. I left another message: "Baby, I'm getting seriously worried, call me, I'm at home."

Finally around 9 I heard voices at the door. The door opened and Jen came in with her bike. "Oh Mike you're home," she said seeing me.

A cloud passed over my face when I saw Scott standing behind her.

She saw the look on my face. "Um, I guess I'll see you tomorrow," she said to Scott.

He grinned, oblivious to the sudden tension between me and my wife; or probably he didn't care. "I had a great time," he said to her.

"Yeah, me too," she said to him while still half looking at me. He moved to kiss her goodbye.

She gave him an awkward kiss on the lips, and said "See you tomorrow."

She leaned the bike on the wall and came to me. She hugged and kissed me. "I'm so glad you're home, I missed you," she said.

"Where have you been?" I asked. I managed to keep my voice level, if unemotional.

"A bunch of us decided to bike to Coney Island. Remember, like we did last year? It was so nice today, like spring, it was kinda spontaneous."

"You went with Scott?"

"I didn't go with Scott," she said cautiously. "He was part of the group."

"But you ended up with him?"

"No, Mike," she said soothingly, rubbing my arm. "After we got back to the city we all stopped for drinks. Scott rode with me to make sure I got home okay."

"I called you. Repeatedly."

"Oh shit," she said digging into her fanny pack for her iPhone. She saw all the missed calls and messages from me. "Oh baby, I didn't think to look. I thought you'd be home late." She got on her tip toes and kissed me, and then hugged me. "You know I would have so dumped everyone and come home if I'd known you were here, right?"

"Yeah," I said. It felt good to have her in my arms.

Later we took a bath together. We did that a lot. When we rehabbed our bathroom we'd gotten a large enough tub that we could both be in it, facing each other.

I had her foot in my hand, rubbing it. She loved her feet rubbed, couldn't get enough of it. And her slim feet were so cute and sexy I couldn't get enough of touching them. So it worked out for both of us. We were sipping wine, so we were feeling relaxed.

"I have to ask," I said. "Did anything happen between you and Scott today?"

"Nope. We just biked around, then went to a bar." She pressed a toe into my chest and smiled. "I've been a good girl baby."

"But yesterday?"

"Yeah, but ... you said I could, right?"

"Yeah ... I guess I was just wondering."

"Well ... I wasn't sure I wanted to. After you left I slept awhile and then went to the gym. I came home and worked on Kelloggs, but I got stuck on Scott's part because I didn't have his latest report. I emailed him, and that kinda lead to me going over to his place cause that's where all his stuff was. We worked for a while, and then we fooled around. Then later I met up with Allie."

"Okay. Thanks for telling me."

"You don't have to thank me baby, no secrets right?"

"Yeah. It's just, I mean ... sorry for being skitzo about this."

"That's okay baby, you can ask me anything, you're entitled."

I felt the need to explain more. "I don't know why I'm so hung up on him. Maybe because you're such good friends."

"I have a lot of guy friends Mike ... it's never bothered you before."

"Yeah but ... not with benefits, right?" I forced a laugh to break the tension.

"That's true," Jen laughed back, but her laugh seemed as fake as mine. "I don't know what to say honey," she said getting serious again. "Do you want me to break it off with him?"

Yes, that was exactly what I wanted. But we'd done that with Ricky and it didn't work out. It was better to play things out and let her work through her infatuation.

So I said, "No, I don't mean that."

"You're okay then?"

"Yeah. These talks really help."

"Definitely," she agreed.

We talked a little bit about Kelloggs and Sapphire. I liked talking about Kelloggs because I liked hearing her voice and seeing her excited. Things were going really well, and her boss said she'd definitely get a bonus and maybe a promotion. I was really happy for her.

"Your presentation is Thursday, right?" she asked.

"Yeah. Eric told me a lot of partners are flying here to attend the meeting in person." Usually partners outside NYC attended by video conference.

"Wow, and all this because of you," she said admiringly.

"Well ... I mean, it's a team effort."

"You're so modest," she said smiling. Then she kissed me. "But it's cute."

I chuckled.

"What?" she asked.

"That just reminded me," I said smiling and thinking about what Elaine had said.

"What?"

"Elaine said the same thing," I said. I realized my mistake as soon as I said it.

"Who's Elaine?" she asked. Jen wore a smile but her eyes definitely weren't smiling.

"You know, Elaine, on my team."

"I don't think you've told me about her."

"Oh, sorry. I guess she joined about 6 months ago."

"Hmmm ... and she said you're cute?"

"No --"

"That's what you said."

"No, she said I was being modest, and --"

"Where were you when she said this?"

"We were having a drink."

"You went out with her for drinks?"

"My team went out," I quickly corrected her.

"Hmmm. How old is she?"

"I think 22."

"Kinda young for you isn't she?"

I laughed nervously. "I've got you baby, why would I want anyone else?"

"Um hm," she said dismissively. "Is she pretty?"

"Well ... I guess."

"And is she blonde Michael?"

This was getting bad if she was calling me Michael. "Um ... yeah," I said.

"Hmmm ... so do I have competition Michael?"

"Jen of course not!"

She smiled, an evil glint in her eye. "That's good because I told you what will happen to this," she said squeezing my cock a shade too hard.

We got out of the bath and dried off, then got into bed. Later Jen was on top of me, rocking back and forth. I cupped and fondled her breasts.

"Are her breasts bigger than mine?" she asked.

"Who?"

"Elaine you shit head."

"Oh. I guess."

"Are they pretty?" she asked. Even though hers were perfect, Jen had a thing about her small breasts. Sometimes she talked about getting a boob job.