24-12-2018, 12:19 PM
Consequences Pt. 01
Jen sat next to Mike one leg under her. "You're okay?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"I think so," Mike said.
"Just think so?" she asked. She snuggled into his arm. She grimaced self-reproachfully. "I feel so stupid."
"The game's dangerous," he said.
"I know, but ... I should've made Tom wear a condom."
"The game's dangerous," Mike repeated. "That's part of the excitement, right?"
"So ... if I'm really pregnant?" she tentatively asked.
Mike knew abortion or putting the baby up for adoption were out of the question for his wife. Either would tear her apart. He'd signed up for this when he encouraged her to play the game. They'd played with fire and now he had to deal with the consequences.
"We've talked about starting a family," he said.
Jen's eyes grew hopeful. "So you're okay with ... with everything?"
Mike knew she meant "with the baby maybe being Tom's." He pulled her close. "Yes, with everything," he promised.
"I don't deserve you, you know?" she said leaning into his arms.
He hugged her. "Tom's out of the picture, right?" he asked.
"That's completely over," she assured him, hugging him tighter. She noticed he was hard. She rubbed him.
"Sorry, my head's all over the place about this," he said sheepishly, his cheeks going red.
"Don't be embarrassed, I get it," she said softly, rubbing his hard-on. She knew he had wild fantasies. They both did. She took him out, lowered her head and went down on him.
The next day Jen hesitantly entered her church.
"Jennifer!" Father Nathaniel said with a big smile. They hugged hello. "I haven't seen you and Michael for some time."
"I'm sorry Father," Jen apologized, embarrassed. "We've been kinda busy. Um ... can I talk to you?"
"Of course," Father Nathaniel said inviting her into his office. "How can I help you Jennifer?" he asked, concerned. After over 30 years of being a minister, he could tell when something serious was up with one of his flock.
Jen didn't know how to begin, so she got right to the point. "Um, well, I was just wondering how the Church feels about abortion," she stammered.
Father Nathaniel took her hands. "Child, are you pregnant?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. Then she admitted "I might be."
"Then why on Earth are you considering abortion?" he asked. "The last time we spoke, you and Michael talked about starting a family."
"It's just ..." Jen started. She looked away, shamefaced.
Father Nathaniel read her face. He'd been around the block many times with his flock, and instantly knew what was going on. "I see," he said, his tone judgmental. "Well Jennifer, the Church's position hasn't changed. Every life is sacred, a baby's most of all. So abortion's a sin."
"Okay," Jen said, her cheeks red with shame. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She moved to get up.
Father Nathaniel squeezed her hands, holding her in the chair. "And how are you and Michael?" he asked.
"We're okay, I think," she said.
"He knows?" Father Nathaniel asked. "You've told him everything?"
"Yes," Jen assured him.
"That's good," Father Nathaniel said nodding. "Honesty is good. Confession is good." He gave her a warm encouraging smile. "I'll tell you something Jennifer. We're human. We all sin. But God and his son Jesus Christ will forgive our sins, if we confess them with a pure heart."
The next week, Mike went to the store and bought a pregnancy test. At home, Jen hesitantly went into the bathroom. A few moments later she came out, tears rolling down her cheeks. Mike looked at the slim white stick. There were two blue lines in the small display. She was pregnant.
Jen wept and Mike pulled her into his arms. "Shhhh, it's okay," he said kissing her.
"I'm sorry Mike!" she sobbed into his chest.
"It's okay, it's okay," he said hugging her into his chest. Even as he comforted her, his head spun, thoughts bouncing wildly though his head. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. The baby probably wasn't his. She'd let another man impregnate her!
His head and heart were in turmoil, doubts abounded. Fathering another man's child. Could he really do it? Could he love and nurture another man's baby?
But he loved Jen. They'd played the game. She'd done only what he wanted her to do. He couldn't toss her out now. If he did, what kind of man would he be? He loved her, adored her even. Could he live without her?
She sensed his turmoil. "You still love me right?" she asked hugging him tighter. She felt his hard-on. She knew his fantasies, knew he was conflicted. She wanted him inside her. She didn't care why he was aroused, she needed the connection with him.
She pulled him down on her, kissing him, tonguing him, pulling his hands down to her long legs. He pulled up her skirt and yanked off her panties. She opened her legs. She reached between them and hurriedly unbuckled his pants. She took his shaft and guided him to her pussy lips, and it felt so good when he pushed in, not sexual pleasure so much, more like love, his confirmation that he still loved her.
He fucked her frantically and came after just moments. She didn't cum -- she hadn't gotten close really -- but she didn't care, she just wanted to feel him inside her, feel the connection.
Later they snuggled in bed on their sides, looking at each other. "You're really okay with this?" she asked. "If you want, I can ... I mean ... there's abortion ..."
Mike put a finger to her lips. "You don't believe in that. I don't either."
"You're sure?" she asked softly.
"Yeah ..." he said. "I mean ... I'm still getting used to the idea ... but I guess I knew this might happen."
"Yeah ..." she agreed, her eyes downcast.
She felt his hard cock pressing against her. "Already?" she said with a giggle. He went red embarrassed. "It's okay, I get it," she assured him, knowing his fantasies.
"You must think I'm so perverted," he said
"No I don't," she said. "Your fantasies kinda turn me on," she admitted with a smile. She thought back to the crazy fantasies she'd had lately involving him.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know," she said. She didn't want to get into it. "It's kinda hard to explain." She snuggled into him. "Hold me okay?" she asked, and he held her. Later they made love again.
The next day Allie stepped into Jen's office. "Well?" she asked, closing the door. She knew the answer by the look on her face. "God Jen," she said, hugging her friend.
"Mike's okay with it?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jen said. "So far at least."
"Have you thought about abortion? Or adoption?"
"I've thought about it," Jen said. "It could be Mike's you know."
"You really think so?" Allie asked skeptically. "You and Mike never use condoms, right? And it's not like this is the first time you spazzed on the pill. But you never got pregnant with Mike before. Anyway, haven't you mostly been doing it with Tom?"
"That's over," Jen insisted.
"I'm just saying ..." Allie said.
"I don't know," Jen said looking down, disheartened. "You can't tell anyone I'm pregnant, especially Scott. I don't want Tom finding out."
"He'll find out eventually," Allie said.
"I just don't want to deal with him now."
"I get it," Allie said. She saw concern cross her best friend's face. "What's wrong?"
Looking worried, Jen said "I hope Mike doesn't change his mind. About being okay with everything."
The next week after work Jen went to the gym. In the locker room she changed into a sports bra, cami top and black leggings. The cami's 2 thin straps did little to hide the bra straps, and ended just below her belly button.
As she walked out of the locker room, she paused in front of a full length mirror. She looked at her flat stomach and tight ass, adjusting to look at her profile. She wondered what pregnancy would do to her body.
She did her regular yoga class, and then went to the mats to work on her abs and butt. She did lunges for her ass, and walkout planks and pushups for her abs. 45 minutes later her cami and bra were wet with sweat.
The mats were next to the weights, and she'd acquired more than a few admirers. "Looking good Jen," Blake said. Blake was with some of his buddies, and they were all looking her up and down.
"Thanks," Jen said toweling the perspiration from her forehead.
"Want me to spot you on some weights?" Blake asked approaching her. Sometimes they worked out together. His eyes darted down to her chest, where the wet cami and bra molded around her small shapely breasts.
"Thanks but I'm heading home after this," Jen said.
"I'm done too, how about a drink?" Blake asked. "A group of us are going out."
"I better get home, maybe next time," Jen said.
Back in the locker room, Jen gathered her things. "Hi Jen," she heard behind her.
Jen turned and saw it was Denise. "Hi Denise," she said with a smile. They were casual gym friends. "Hot date tonight with your hubby?" Jen asked seeing Denise doing her hair and makeup.
"No, Tyler's off with his buddies this weekend," she said sourly. She added with a humorless laugh, "Golf, cigars and strip clubs, you know, every boy's dream weekend."
"Um, yeah, boys will be boys," Jen agreed politely, sensing the tension between Denise and her husband and feeling awkward.
Jen sat next to Mike one leg under her. "You're okay?" she asked, looking into his eyes.
"I think so," Mike said.
"Just think so?" she asked. She snuggled into his arm. She grimaced self-reproachfully. "I feel so stupid."
"The game's dangerous," he said.
"I know, but ... I should've made Tom wear a condom."
"The game's dangerous," Mike repeated. "That's part of the excitement, right?"
"So ... if I'm really pregnant?" she tentatively asked.
Mike knew abortion or putting the baby up for adoption were out of the question for his wife. Either would tear her apart. He'd signed up for this when he encouraged her to play the game. They'd played with fire and now he had to deal with the consequences.
"We've talked about starting a family," he said.
Jen's eyes grew hopeful. "So you're okay with ... with everything?"
Mike knew she meant "with the baby maybe being Tom's." He pulled her close. "Yes, with everything," he promised.
"I don't deserve you, you know?" she said leaning into his arms.
He hugged her. "Tom's out of the picture, right?" he asked.
"That's completely over," she assured him, hugging him tighter. She noticed he was hard. She rubbed him.
"Sorry, my head's all over the place about this," he said sheepishly, his cheeks going red.
"Don't be embarrassed, I get it," she said softly, rubbing his hard-on. She knew he had wild fantasies. They both did. She took him out, lowered her head and went down on him.
The next day Jen hesitantly entered her church.
"Jennifer!" Father Nathaniel said with a big smile. They hugged hello. "I haven't seen you and Michael for some time."
"I'm sorry Father," Jen apologized, embarrassed. "We've been kinda busy. Um ... can I talk to you?"
"Of course," Father Nathaniel said inviting her into his office. "How can I help you Jennifer?" he asked, concerned. After over 30 years of being a minister, he could tell when something serious was up with one of his flock.
Jen didn't know how to begin, so she got right to the point. "Um, well, I was just wondering how the Church feels about abortion," she stammered.
Father Nathaniel took her hands. "Child, are you pregnant?" he asked.
"I don't know," she said. Then she admitted "I might be."
"Then why on Earth are you considering abortion?" he asked. "The last time we spoke, you and Michael talked about starting a family."
"It's just ..." Jen started. She looked away, shamefaced.
Father Nathaniel read her face. He'd been around the block many times with his flock, and instantly knew what was going on. "I see," he said, his tone judgmental. "Well Jennifer, the Church's position hasn't changed. Every life is sacred, a baby's most of all. So abortion's a sin."
"Okay," Jen said, her cheeks red with shame. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She moved to get up.
Father Nathaniel squeezed her hands, holding her in the chair. "And how are you and Michael?" he asked.
"We're okay, I think," she said.
"He knows?" Father Nathaniel asked. "You've told him everything?"
"Yes," Jen assured him.
"That's good," Father Nathaniel said nodding. "Honesty is good. Confession is good." He gave her a warm encouraging smile. "I'll tell you something Jennifer. We're human. We all sin. But God and his son Jesus Christ will forgive our sins, if we confess them with a pure heart."
The next week, Mike went to the store and bought a pregnancy test. At home, Jen hesitantly went into the bathroom. A few moments later she came out, tears rolling down her cheeks. Mike looked at the slim white stick. There were two blue lines in the small display. She was pregnant.
Jen wept and Mike pulled her into his arms. "Shhhh, it's okay," he said kissing her.
"I'm sorry Mike!" she sobbed into his chest.
"It's okay, it's okay," he said hugging her into his chest. Even as he comforted her, his head spun, thoughts bouncing wildly though his head. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. The baby probably wasn't his. She'd let another man impregnate her!
His head and heart were in turmoil, doubts abounded. Fathering another man's child. Could he really do it? Could he love and nurture another man's baby?
But he loved Jen. They'd played the game. She'd done only what he wanted her to do. He couldn't toss her out now. If he did, what kind of man would he be? He loved her, adored her even. Could he live without her?
She sensed his turmoil. "You still love me right?" she asked hugging him tighter. She felt his hard-on. She knew his fantasies, knew he was conflicted. She wanted him inside her. She didn't care why he was aroused, she needed the connection with him.
She pulled him down on her, kissing him, tonguing him, pulling his hands down to her long legs. He pulled up her skirt and yanked off her panties. She opened her legs. She reached between them and hurriedly unbuckled his pants. She took his shaft and guided him to her pussy lips, and it felt so good when he pushed in, not sexual pleasure so much, more like love, his confirmation that he still loved her.
He fucked her frantically and came after just moments. She didn't cum -- she hadn't gotten close really -- but she didn't care, she just wanted to feel him inside her, feel the connection.
Later they snuggled in bed on their sides, looking at each other. "You're really okay with this?" she asked. "If you want, I can ... I mean ... there's abortion ..."
Mike put a finger to her lips. "You don't believe in that. I don't either."
"You're sure?" she asked softly.
"Yeah ..." he said. "I mean ... I'm still getting used to the idea ... but I guess I knew this might happen."
"Yeah ..." she agreed, her eyes downcast.
She felt his hard cock pressing against her. "Already?" she said with a giggle. He went red embarrassed. "It's okay, I get it," she assured him, knowing his fantasies.
"You must think I'm so perverted," he said
"No I don't," she said. "Your fantasies kinda turn me on," she admitted with a smile. She thought back to the crazy fantasies she'd had lately involving him.
"What do you mean?"
"I don't know," she said. She didn't want to get into it. "It's kinda hard to explain." She snuggled into him. "Hold me okay?" she asked, and he held her. Later they made love again.
The next day Allie stepped into Jen's office. "Well?" she asked, closing the door. She knew the answer by the look on her face. "God Jen," she said, hugging her friend.
"Mike's okay with it?" she asked.
"Yeah," Jen said. "So far at least."
"Have you thought about abortion? Or adoption?"
"I've thought about it," Jen said. "It could be Mike's you know."
"You really think so?" Allie asked skeptically. "You and Mike never use condoms, right? And it's not like this is the first time you spazzed on the pill. But you never got pregnant with Mike before. Anyway, haven't you mostly been doing it with Tom?"
"That's over," Jen insisted.
"I'm just saying ..." Allie said.
"I don't know," Jen said looking down, disheartened. "You can't tell anyone I'm pregnant, especially Scott. I don't want Tom finding out."
"He'll find out eventually," Allie said.
"I just don't want to deal with him now."
"I get it," Allie said. She saw concern cross her best friend's face. "What's wrong?"
Looking worried, Jen said "I hope Mike doesn't change his mind. About being okay with everything."
The next week after work Jen went to the gym. In the locker room she changed into a sports bra, cami top and black leggings. The cami's 2 thin straps did little to hide the bra straps, and ended just below her belly button.
As she walked out of the locker room, she paused in front of a full length mirror. She looked at her flat stomach and tight ass, adjusting to look at her profile. She wondered what pregnancy would do to her body.
She did her regular yoga class, and then went to the mats to work on her abs and butt. She did lunges for her ass, and walkout planks and pushups for her abs. 45 minutes later her cami and bra were wet with sweat.
The mats were next to the weights, and she'd acquired more than a few admirers. "Looking good Jen," Blake said. Blake was with some of his buddies, and they were all looking her up and down.
"Thanks," Jen said toweling the perspiration from her forehead.
"Want me to spot you on some weights?" Blake asked approaching her. Sometimes they worked out together. His eyes darted down to her chest, where the wet cami and bra molded around her small shapely breasts.
"Thanks but I'm heading home after this," Jen said.
"I'm done too, how about a drink?" Blake asked. "A group of us are going out."
"I better get home, maybe next time," Jen said.
Back in the locker room, Jen gathered her things. "Hi Jen," she heard behind her.
Jen turned and saw it was Denise. "Hi Denise," she said with a smile. They were casual gym friends. "Hot date tonight with your hubby?" Jen asked seeing Denise doing her hair and makeup.
"No, Tyler's off with his buddies this weekend," she said sourly. She added with a humorless laugh, "Golf, cigars and strip clubs, you know, every boy's dream weekend."
"Um, yeah, boys will be boys," Jen agreed politely, sensing the tension between Denise and her husband and feeling awkward.
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