Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"If you want," she said.

I thought about it. "That's okay, you can wear it for him," I said. I continued to trace lines on her breasts, following the soft slopes up and down.

"Scott likes bustier girls," she said.

"Yours are perfect," I assured her, speaking truthfully.

"Yeah, perfect but tiny," she said with a laugh. "Scott said I should get a boob job." Seeing my frown, she added, "If I did it, it wouldn't be for him."

Her assurance didn't make me feel better, at least not completely. Sensing this, she said, "Sorry, I'll stop talking about him."

A little later we made love. Like before, our sex wasn't frantic and passionate like hers with Scott, but tender and loving. I came inside her. I was pretty sure she didn't cum, but she seemed content.

It was getting late and we both had to get up early, but I didn't want our time together to end. She seemed the same way.

My fingers trailed down her body and caressed her stomach over her garter belt (she'd worn it for me, making it really a special evening). "Have you ever worn a garter belt for Scott?" I asked.

"No," she said.

"I don't want you to ever wear one for him," I said.

"Okay, I won't."

"I know it's petty --"

"That's okay baby, you're entitled," she said kissing me on the lips.

We kissed a little (tender kisses, not making out). Then I said, "Has he asked you not to do things for me?"

"No, but ..." she didn't finish, as if unsure whether to say more.

"What?" I pressed her.

"He said he'd like to spend more time with me," she said.

"Oh," I said. I was silent processing that. "Do you want to spend more time with him?"

"I think so," she said hesitantly.

Her words felt like a punch in the gut. But this was what the game was all about. I said, "I guess I'm okay with that. Just tell me when you see him, okay?"

"Of course," she said. She reached down and cupped by crotch. Although I'd just cum, my cock had stirred with our conversation. "Do you want to go again?" she asked.

"I'm not sure I can," I said with a laugh.

"Okay," she said tiredly. "I guess I'll go to sleep now. Love you baby."

"I love you too." She fell asleep almost immediately.

We had to work the next day, but then we had the whole weekend together. It was really good. We didn't do much, other than be together.

Sunday Jen was surfing the internet while I did some mindless busy work on Sapphire (the real work would start the next day). She started laughing, looking at the computer screen.

"What's up?" I asked smiling at her.

"Look," she said gleefully showing me the computer screen. It was Scott's Facebook page. It showed Scott and his buddies with a bunch of really pretty girls. Scott was in Vegas for a bachelor's party.

There were a series of pictures and they got pretty explicit. They didn't get x-rated, but it was pretty clear Scott and his friends had sex with the girls. Jen's delight grew as she scrolled through the pictures.

"Oh he is such a hound dog!" she said delightedly looking at one picture of Scott kissing a really pretty girl. His hand was just below her very large bust. "I told you he liked big breasts," she said laughing.

She scrolled through other pictures, each showing Scott with another girl. All the girls were drop dead gorgeous -- their faces and bodies so perfect to be runway models -- and from the pictures it was pretty clear he'd had sex with a lot of them. "Oh I'm so giving him shit about this tomorrow," she laughed delightedly.

I felt deflated and inadequate. All the girls were gorgeous, and Scott seemed to have his pick of any (or all) of them. I was pretty sure none of the girls would give me the time of day. Jen was prettier than all of them, but it made me wonder why she ended up with a geek like me instead of a stud like Scott. Jen was too involved with the pictures to notice my unease.

One picture showed Scott kissing a girl at a club, his hand inside her pants and squeezing her ass cheek. The girl had a tattoo above her ass. "Isn't that sexy?" Jen said pointing to the girl's tattoo.

"Yeah," I agreed. Sure, it was sexy and Jen had talked about getting one before (she didn't have any tats now), but I talked her out of it. I didn't like the permanency of a tattoo. Jen's body was perfect, she didn't need anything like that. I hoped she wasn't thinking about getting a tat for Scott.

Jen scrolled through more pictures of Scott with gorgeous girls. I guess trying to make myself feel better, I blurted out, "They're probably hookers."

Jen laughed and said "Mike, believe me, Scott doesn't need to pay for it." Her comment stung but she was so focused on the pictures she didn't notice my reaction. The weekend had been going really great, but this made it a bummer.