Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Why? If it bothers you so much?"

"Because you have a thing for him," I explained. "And it has to run its course, or you'll always be thinking what if."

"I would never think that Mike," she assured me.

"I'm not willing to take that chance," I said.

We were both silent, like at an impasse. After a few minutes Jen said, "Wanna play hooky today? They owe you a day off, and I can take a mental health day."

Why not? I thought to myself. My presentation was done. Sure there was some tweaking, but I had until Thursday to do that. "That's a great idea," I said. Just as I did, my cell rang.

"Mike, where the hell are you?" my boss Eric practically shouted into my ear.

"Home boss," I said. "The meetings went great this weekend. Catching up with Jen."

"They didn't go great," Eric said. "They went FUCKING great! I need your ass in London, they want you to brief them before the partner meeting."

Jen got off me and I sat up. Despite my interest in what Eric was saying, I ached when Jen pulled off my cock, as I hadn't cum yet.

"Eric, what's with all the pre-meeting meetings?" I asked not understanding what was going on. Jen leaned in so she could listen.

"Mike, your Sapphire baby is big," Eric said. "Really big. The partners are thinking about scrapping everything and going all in with Sapphire, changing our short and long terms plans around it."

"Fuck," I said under my breath.

"You got that right kid," Eric said. "You know how it is now right? All the big investment firms got spanked with the housing crisis and stupid shit like derivatives. Made us look like selfish money hungry bastards. Since then we've been playing catch up. But Sapphire will change all that. It's based on sound fundamentals. We can make a lot of money for our clients, and do it the right way. Mike, we can restore the public's faith in Wall Street. And by the way make the partners a fortune."

"So tell Jen I'm sorry, and then get your ass to the airport," Eric continued. "The plane is waiting for you. And Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't fuck up." Then Eric hung up.

"Shit," I said under my breath.

"Mike this is really something," Jen said awestruck. "You're doing something amazing, world changing even."

"Well you know," I said shrugging. "It's just math. A to B, B to C ..."

"You're so modest, it's so freaking cute!" she giggled. But then her laughing cut off as we remembered how she'd (and Elaine) had said the same thing. I dreaded her going ballistic on me again. She got off the bed and went into her closet. I braced myself for the worst.

She came out. She looked stunning! She'd brushed her hair and put on black eyeliner, making her blue eyes really pop. She'd also put on pink lip gloss making her sexy lips look wet. She wore black thigh high stockings and high heels.

She'd put on black high heels, and carried something pink in her hands. It was Scott's bustier.

She brushed the bustier against my chest, and my heart raced feeling the soft velvet and hard ribbing. "You know this is Scott's right? I'll wear it for you right now. Would you like that?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" she whispered breaking out of the game. "You like this? I'm not upsetting you?"

"No. I mean yeah, I really like it."

"Okay," she said with a smile. She turned her back to me and held her long blonde hair up. "Tie it for me?"

I tied the laces, and then she stood up and let her hair drop. She attached the straps to the thigh highs. No words could describe how achingly stunning she looked, the bustier pushing up her tits and stopping just below her belly button, her tight ass and long shaping legs below.

"You like?" she asked getting on the bed and straddling my crotch.

"Yes!" I said running my hands over the bustier.

She caught hold of my hands. "You understand this belongs to Scott right? This is the last time you'll ever see me in it."

"God yes, I understand!"

She let go my hands and I caressed her again. Reaching down she took hold of my cock and guide me into her. "God you feel so amazing!" I gushed. Then I excitedly asked, "Have you worn this for him?"

She smiled teasingly. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Mike, I wore this for him on Saturday."

"Oh god!" I moaned.

She moved my hands to her feet. "These heels too."

"God Jen!"

"You know what else?" she hissed into my ear. "You know I told you I gave him a blow job? I swallowed most of it. But some of it got on the bustier."

"Ugh god!" I cried. I came shooting my cum into her.

Afterwards we kissed and held each other. "Did you like that?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was amazing," I gushed. "You really know how to push my buttons."

She giggled. "I thought you might like to play the game a little."

"You're incredible!" I gushed. I was probably babbling but I couldn't help it, she completely rocked my world!

"You're incredible too Mike," she said kissing me.

I obviously felt great on the flight to London. Flying in the private jet certainly didn't hurt. I felt everything was perfect. I had a young pretty wife, she loved me, we had a great adventurous sex life, my job was great, everything was moving up.

The only damper was Scott. She'd offered to end it with him, but made it my decision. It had to be her decision. If I forced her to end it, she'd eventually resent me for it. It could drive a wedge between us. Then he'd look like the good guy and me the bad, and that might drive her into his arms. Despite all the pain, it had to be her decision.

I didn't trust him. He didn't want just Jen's body, he wanted HER. Just like Ricky.

I wished we could have played the game with just nameless, one-night-stand fucks. But that hadn't been good for her. It wasn't just sex for her, she needed the romance. If I was honest with myself, that's what I really wanted from the game too. It just hurt a lot.

I called Jen from the plane. "Hey baby," I said catching her at work. "Can you talk?"

"Yep, anything for my jet setter hubby," she said.

Even though I was the only one in the cabin, I lowered my voice. "Baby, I think you should go back on the pill," I said.

"Yeah, I was thinking that too," she said. "I'll go to the drugstore today."

"But it's not effective for a while," I quickly cautioned.

"I know baby," she said soothingly. "For the next month I'll keep using condoms with him."

"Okay," I said relieved we were in sync. Now came the awkward part, but I'd been thinking about it and wanted to tell her. "Even after the month, I might want him to keep using condoms," I said.

"Oh ... okay," she said.

"We can talk about it though, okay?" I quickly added, not wanting her to think I was trying to dictate things to her. "I know it'd feel better for both of you without condoms. I'm just not sure I want him bare inside you ... or cum inside you." When she didn't answer immediately, I added "Sorry for being a control freak."

"It's okay baby, if that's what you want then that's what I'll do," Jen said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she said. I tried to detect impatience or annoyance in her voice, but I didn't hear any.

"We don't have to decide now," I added. "Let's talk about it when I get home."

"Okay."

I felt like an ass, like I was saying I didn't trust her. Trying to make it up to her I said, "I'd be okay with it if you want to see him while I'm away."

"Okay," she said. I think she sounded a little surprised. "We'll see. I'm not feeling it right now, but thanks for offering."

The meetings in London were tough. The London partners were old college, pessimistic, half-empty kind of people, but by the end they were on-board and as enthusiastic about Sapphire as everyone else. The meetings though went non-stop until late Wednesday night. Me and all the London partners boarded the firm's private jet for New York Thursday morning. We'd make it just in time for the full partner meeting that evening.

I barely had time to call Jen before take-off (I obviously couldn't call her during the flight with all the partners there). "The meeting will probably go until about 10," I told her.

"Got it," she said. "I'm so proud of you baby. I'll make a late dinner, your favorite."

"That sounds great!" I said.

We landed at 3pm and the partner meeting was scheduled for 7. More than enough time.

I gave Jen a quick call. "I'm so proud of you baby," she said. "I know you'll be awesome tonight."

"Thanks!" I said.

"Um ... can I ask you something?" she said tentatively.

"Sure."

"Scott just called and asked if I wanted to get together with him," she said.

"Right now?"

"Yeah," she said. "He asked yesterday and the day before, but I wasn't up for it. I'm only asking now because he's going to Vegas tomorrow for the weekend."

"Oh," I said. I felt deflated, after all this was my big day. But then, I'd told her it'd be okay with me if they hooked up. "I guess so," I said.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said. "He'll be gone before I get home, right?"

"Way before then," she promised.

The London partners took limos to the office. They'd gotten me my own limo, and we made our way into the city. I should have been thinking about my presentation but I couldn't get my mind off Jen and what she was doing with Scott. I was rock hard. It was only 315, I had a lot of time. Making a decision, I told the driver to instead go to my apartment.