Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You don't have to worry about Tom," Allie said with a laugh. "You know he's boinking Teresa and Amy?"

"Teresa in finance?" Jen said surprised.

"AND Amy," Allie said with a big smile. "As in, at the same time. Don't worry about Tom, he's a major player. He's probably just pissed you dumped him, instead of the other way around."

"Oh my god," Jen said smiling back. She felt much better now. "Who's Amy?"

"You know, Mr. Winters' new secretary," Allie said. Mr. Winters was one of the senior partners in their agency.

"Oh right," Jen said vaguely remembering meeting the young busty secretary.

"So, how's bubble boy," Allie asked. "He's still okay with everything?"

"I think so," Jen said. "He's in London right now?"

Allie raised an eyebrow and teased "Meeting up with Jasmine Kelly again?"

"Shut up!" Jen said kicking Allie.

"Hey that hurt!" Allie whined playfully. "So when are you going to talk to him about her?"

"I don't know ... sometime," Jen said noncommittally. "I don't exactly have the moral high ground you know."

"You still need to kick his ass about the pictures," Allie said.

"Yeah," Jen agreed, but not enthusiastically. She wasn't going to be mean, not given the circumstances. Then she remembered the video Keri had shown her and broke into a big smile. "I think I know what to do."

"What?" Allie asked with an intrigued smile.

Jen ran a search on her iPhone and found the video. "Here," she said handing Allie the phone.

Allie's eyes grew wide. "Oh my god that's cruel!" she said laughing. "It made me kinda wet too," she giggled.

The next day Jen's cell rang. "Hello?" she said.

"Hello Jen?" came the voice. "It's Nancy Ambrose."

"Professor Ambrose!" Jen said surprised. "Oh my god it's good to hear from you. I haven't seen you since graduation." Nancy Ambrose was Jen's marketing professor and mentor at Penn State.

"Please, call me Nancy now. And you should visit us more often," Nancy said. "I remember how you like Penn State football. New York isn't that far away. You don't go to games?"

"Not so much ... I guess we've been busy," Jen said awkwardly. In fact, she hadn't been to a game since her sophomore year. She hadn't watched one either. But that was a long story and brought up bad memories. Wanting to change the subject, she said, "You know I married Mike Andrews."

"Oh, I remember him, you two were always together," Nancy said with a smile. "Lately the entire math department can't stop talking about him and his Sapphire invention. I've heard wonderful things about you too. First the Kelloggs campaign, and now Google. You're making quite the name for yourself, young lady. Honestly I always knew you had it in you."

"God Professor, I mean Nancy, I don't know what to say," Jen said blushing at the compliment.

"You can say you'll come lecture my class," Nancy said smiling.

"What?"

"I'm teaching a seminar on innovative campaigns for high tech companies," Nancy explained. "You know, like the 1984 Superbowl ad that launched the Apple Mac campaign. My students would love it if you'd compare and contrast your Kelloggs and Google campaigns."

"Really?" Jen said shocked. "They'd want to listen to me?" She'd never been a good student so she'd always had an inferiority complex when it came to college.

Nancy laughed. "Jen dear, you're becoming a celebrity in marketing circles. Of course they'd want to listen to you. So do I honestly. The way you adapted and tailored different tactics for Kelloggs versus Google is just fascinating. Homecoming is coming up. You can lecture at my Friday class and then stay over for the football game. President Smith is having a reception after the game and he has something special planned for you and Mike."

"I can definitely do the Friday class," Jen said enthusiastically. She added hesitantly "I'll check with Mike about the football game."

"Freaking awesome," she said to herself, awed that Nancy's class -- and Nancy herself -- would want to hear her speak. Her! But then she thought of the football game and her heart sank.

Mike got home from London later that week. They made love as soon as he got home. Their sex was rushed, both of them incredibly horny. Mike came after only a few minutes of hard pounding. Afterwards, Jen gushed "That was so good!" She giggled and said "We have to do it again later."

"Definitely," Mike said with an enthusiastic grin. But inside his heart sank. He knew he'd cum too fast, and "we have to do it again later" was Jenspeak for "you didn't make me cum and I need more." She'd never said that, probably didn't even realize she was sending that message, but after years of being together he'd figured it out.

Jen put on his old college t-shirt and cute fluffy ankle socks. She was naked under the t-shirt. Mike put on a t-shirt and boxers. They sat on the sofa with glasses of wine and the TV on as background noise. Jen sat sideways on the sofa and put her feet in Mike's lap. As always, he began rubbing her feet.

"Feels good," she purred. "How was London?" She added teasingly "Have dinner with Jasmine again?"

Mike rolled his eyes. "You talk about her more than I think about her," he said.

"And how often do you think about her?" she asked challengingly.

"Never."

"Uh huh," Jen said skeptically.

"Are we really talking about this?" he asked with a laugh.

"We WILL talk about it," she said giving him a playful threatening look. "But not tonight. I want to talk about something else." She smiled excitedly. "Remember Professor Ambrose, my advisor at Penn State? She wants me to talk to her class about Kelloggs and Google!"

Mike's face lit up. "Jen baby that's great!" he said enthusiastically. He understood immediately how much something like this would mean to her. "I'm so proud of you!" he gushed.

She beamed into his eyes, enjoying his praise. Then her face turned serious and she said hesitantly "Nancy -- you know, Professor Ambrose -- invited us to stay over and go to the football game."

"Oh," Mike said warily.

"President Smith invited us to a reception after," she added. "I think they're giving us an award or something."

"That's a big honor," Mike said. He forced a smile. "We should definitely go."

"Really? You think so?" she said surprised and unsure.

"Yeah," he said. "All that stuff ... it was a long time ago." He grinned. "I know how you like college football."

"Way better than pro football," she said, smiling slightly at their inside joke. "You're sure? I seriously don't care Mike."

He knew she was lying. She missed going to games. He squeezed her hands encouragingly. "It was a long time ago. I think we both need to move on."

She paused, then smiled. "Okay," she said, giving him a weak smile and squeezing his hands back.