Adultery Making It Work by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Making It Work Ch. 12

Jen went over to Tom's later that week. "Hey you," she said.

"Hi," he said back, and they kissed.

It was Adria's night with Tommy and Maria was off, so they had the house to themselves. Over dinner, Tom said "Thinking about it?"

"Yes, it's been on my mind a little bit," Jen said making it sound like a lighthearted joke. But it was anything but.

"Talk to Mike yet?" Tom said pressing.

"Don't push me Tom," she warned. "This is hard for me."

"You're still having sex with him?" Tom asked.

"Yes!" Jen said exasperated. "God Tom, what a question! I'm still having sex with you too!"

"Okay, okay," he said his hands up in surrender.

Later in his bedroom, they were making out and petting. Both were panting as they hurriedly undressed each other. Jen rolled her head back, closing her eyes, as he sucked and nibbled her neck and nipples. She slowly stroked his long thick cock as he eased his hand over her flat stomach and fingered her clit.

He moved between her legs, getting ready to mount her. Just as he pressed his cock against her excited pussy lips, she thought of her birth control pills. Had she taken one this morning? When was the last time she took one? She couldn't remember.

She gently pushed against his chest. "Tom, we should use a condom," she said.

"I don't have any," he said.

"I think I have one in my purse," she said. "It's downstairs."

A thought struck Tom. If he got her pregnant, that would push her off the fence. She'd be his! He knew her religious convictions against abortion. He didn't want another child, one was enough for him. But if that's what it took to break up her marriage and make her his, it'd be worth it.

He leaned down and kissed Jen, at the same time pressing his cockhead between her pussy lips. "Come on Jenny, I hate condoms," he said between kisses. "I'll pull out."

Jen didn't like condoms either, and her pussy was so ready for his cock. Her purse downstairs seemed so far away. "You promise you'll pull out?" she said.

"Yeah," he lied, kissing her again.

"Okay then," she said, reaching between their bodies and guiding his bare cock into her unprotected pussy.

He fucked her hard and deep, he rotated his hips, he did everything she loved. He knew her body well by now, so he kept her from cumming, kept her right on the edge. Whenever she got close, he eased up. Soon she crazy with lust, her body writhing under him, desperate for the release and pleasure of an orgasm.

He neared his own orgasm. She sensed this, and said, "remember to pull out Tom."

"I will," he lied. Even as his own orgasm neared, he worked her body, pushing all her buttons, working all her erogenous zones. He wanted them to cum at the same time.

"Oh god oh god," she panted, her orgasm about to hit. "Remember to pull out Tom," she managed to remind him again.

He responded by pressing his lips over hers, thrusting his tongue down her throat. Then, both their bodies exploded in orgasms! He buried his cock deep into her and ejaculated ropes of his fertile seed into her unprotected fertile womb!

They panted into the other's face as they recovered from their orgasms. "Oh fuck!" Jen cried realizing what just happened. "Get off me Tom!" she said pushing against his chest. "You said you'd pull out!" She ran into the bathroom and cleaned up as best she could.

"I'm sorry, I meant to pull out," he lied as she came out with a towel around her.

"God Tom," she said resignedly, sitting down on the bed. She felt so stupid. There was a condom in her purse, why hadn't she gotten it?

"Come on, don't be upset," he said pulling her into his arms. He joked "People aren't rabbits, you're probably fine."

She got up, avoiding his arms. "I've to go," she said gathering her clothes and quickly dressing.

He stood up and hugged her. "I want you to know, I'll be there for you no matter what," he assured her, kissing her.

She laughed but without any humor. "I doubt that'll make Mike feel better," she said with a grimace.

"Jenny, honey, that's my point," he said stroking her long blonde hair. "I love you. I think you love me too. It doesn't matter what Mike thinks, does it?"

After she left, Tom wondered if he'd gotten Jen pregnant. He hoped so. Part of him felt bad over what he'd done. But he did what he had to do to get the woman he loved.

The next day, a distraught Jen said to Allie, "Tom wants me to leave Mike."

"Seems like a clear choice to me," Allie said with a shrug. To her life was simple. Seeing Jen's frown, Allie scowled. "Don't look at me like that. I know what you want. So do you. You need to tell him, Jen."

"It's not that easy Allie," Jen said. "It's complicated."

"Just tell him," Allie said again. "Get it over with."

Later while surfing the Internet, Allie discovered a couple of interesting pictures. She emailed the links to Jen.

At her desk, Jen opened the pictures. Her eyes narrowed and she got angry. She printed them, then went home.

Mike was surprised to see Jen at home before him. Usually she worked out before coming home.

She sat at the table. There were two color 8x11s in front of her. She pointed at them. "What's this?" she asked angrily.

They were pictures of Mike with Jasmine Kelly, from the society pages of the London Times and the New York Times. In both they sat close together, Jasmine leaning towards Mike, her arm through his. The caption in the New York Times read "Mike Andrews of Sapphire fame with CNN's Jasmine Kelley. The Big Apple's new power couple?"

"Well?" Jen said anger in her voice.

Mike shrugged. He was tired of her double standard. Especially after their conversation the other night. "What does it look like?" he shot back.

"That's what this has been about?!" she yelled angrily. "So you can fuck this slut?!!"

"What, you think you're the only pretty girl in the world who might be interested in me?"

Jen's eyes went wide with shock. "You know what I think?" she hissed, hurling the pictures at Mike's face. "I think you're a cheating shit!"

Jen stormed out of the apartment, slamming the door behind her. She angrily called Allie. "Why did you send me those pictures?!"

"To get you off your ass," Allie said, a smile in her voice.

"Fuck you Allie!" Jen screamed and slammed the phone back into her purse.

Having nowhere else to go, Jen went to her office. On her sofa she hugged her knees, crying. Despite everything, she cared for him. But Allie was right, she had to get it over with, it would be better that way.

The next morning, she made two calls. In the first call, she said in a soft voice, "Will you be there in a little bit? I need to see you. Yeah, I'm going to tell him. Yeah. Right now. I'll be over right after, okay? Be there, okay? I ... I love you."

In the second call, she said tersely, "We need to talk. Just stay there, okay? I'll be right over."