Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Consequences Pt. 04

Author's note: Wanted to remind everyone this is a cuckold story. So people who bemoan Mike acting like a cuckold, when I'm telling you it's a cuckold story... well ... okay, whatever. Next point. Just to let you know, Mike and Jen NEVER grow out of their fantasies. This whole series is about exploring how Mike and Jen's fantasies affect their lives and marriage. It's not about how they outgrow their fantasies -- that never happens. So if you're rooting for that, I hope this note helps you decide whether to continue reading. Last point, and I guess this is a warning. This story, Consequences, is gonna explore some really extreme cuckold themes. The whole Jen pregnant by another guy thing, and Mike getting turned on by it? That's the central theme of this story. So if this offends or bothers you, well ... you've been warned.

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"Hey, Jen?" a young man said knocking on her office door.

Jen looked up from her computer. "Hi," she said. She sorta recognized him, but didn't.

"I'm Alec, over at IT," he said walking over. "I installed your new computer about a month ago."

"Oh, okay, thanks," Jen said.

"We pushed a software update to your computer this morning," he said. "I wanted to make sure it installed correctly."

"Oh, okay, sure," Jen said, moving to stand up to give him room to work.

"You don't need to move," he said, quickly moving to her side of the desk. "This will only take a minute." He moved close, so they almost touched. As he worked the mouse, Jen couldn't help noticing how good looking he was. He smelled good too.

"Everything looks good," he said. Rather than leaving, he leaned against her desk. "I heard about your Google score. Really cool, congrats."

"Thanks," she said. She was surprised at his familiarity. "Um ... Have we met before?"

"Last year's Christmas party," he said grinning. "You can really dance."

"Oh yeah," she said smiling. Now she remembered him. "Sorry, I'm terrible with names."

"Me too," he laughed. Then he looked into her eyes. "You're hard to forget though."

"Oh, thanks," she said looking down demurely and brushing her hair behind her ear. Sitting, she was eye level with his crotched. She stole a glance. He fit his jeans really well, and he looked to have a nice package.

"You really are a great dancer," he admired.

She smiled modestly. "I minored in dance at Penn State." Then she added, motioning to her computer, "Um ... anything else?"

"Already tired of me?" he teased with a laugh.

"No it's just --."

"I'm just kidding, I know you need to get back to work," he said moving off her desk. "Are you going to happy hour tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think so," Jen said.

"Cool, I'll see you there," Alec said with a big smile. He extended his hand. "Great to see you again Jen."

"Yeah, you too Alec," she said moving her hand to his. He took her hand. He was a big guy, so her hand disappeared in his. He held her hand for a few moments too long.

Finally he let her hand go and moved to the door. "See you tomorrow," he said smiling.

"Oh my god, he just hit on me," Jen thought. He'd been incredibly forward, and improper. But she couldn't help smiling.

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At home after dinner Jen and I sat on the sofa. She kicked off her heels and put her feet in my lap. "A guy from IT hit on me today," she said with a giggle.

I took her foot in my hand. She has the prettiest feet, slim, an elegant arch, and cute toes. I used my thumbs to rub her sole, down her arch and below her toes. "Who is he?" I asked.

"That feels good," she said closing her eyes. "He's Alec somebody. Manager of our IT department. I guess I danced with him at last Christmas party."

"Older?" I asked.

"A little," she said her eyes closed. "About your age I guess."

"You're so sexy babe," I said grinning at her. "He's just another guy who wants in your pants."

"Yeah right," she said with a skeptical laugh.

"A lot of guys've hit on you lately," I said. Jen was a beauty so she was constantly being hit up on, but lately it had been more than usual, especially at work.

"I know right?" she said, opening her eyes and tilting her head. "What's up with that? Maybe I'm sending out pheromones or something cause I'm pregnant."

I grinned. "That might happen BEFORE you're pregnant ..."

"You're just a math geek, how would you know?" she teased, jabbing her toe into my side.

"You know what I think?" I said. "Guys know you're available."

"What do you mean?"

"Word's spread you broke it off with Tom," I said grinning. "Other guys are talking their shot."

"Their turn with the office slut?" Jen said bemoaning herself.

"Come on honey," I said. "You always say that. But you're not. You're just a really sensual woman."

She gave me a lopsided grin. "Helps to have a perverted husband too, huh?" she joked with a giggle. She looked at me with a sparkle in her eye. "Do you really think that's it?"

I nodded. "You don't seem to mind," I said grinning.

She shrugged as if saying she didn't care, but I could tell she did care. Finally she smiled and admitted, "It makes me feel sexy. I haven't felt that way since, you know ..."

I leaned over. I lifted her blouse and kissed her still flat stomach.

"Thanks baby," she said caressing my head.

"Have you felt the baby move yet?" I asked rubbing her tummy.

"That'll be a while, I'm only a few weeks," she said with a laugh, but not in a mean way.

I leaned back and she put her feet in my lap again. "Hey you're coming to my happy hour tomorrow right?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," I said, massaging her other foot. I pretended to think. "I might need to work late."

It was a lie. I didn't like hanging out with her work friends. They were the "Populars," the Beautiful People looking like they just stepped out of a GQ or Vogue magazine cover. I didn't fit in with that crowd.

And, Jen's affairs were a well-known secret at her work. She'd gotten over people whispering and gossiping behind her back. As for me, her affairs turned me on. But it put me in an awkward position at her work functions. It was embarrassing, all her co-workers knowing she was fucking other guys behind my back.

"Come on," she said poking my chest with her toe. "We'll stay for just a little while. Then we'll go to dinner. Just us."

"I'll meet you at the restaurant," I suggested.

"Come on party poop," she said. She ran her foot up my chest, to my face, pressing her toes against my cheek. My pulse quickened feeling the silk of her nylons.

Then she curled her toes so the thin nylon seam running across her toes scbangd across my cheek. "You'll have fun, I promise," she said, smiling at me, knowing exactly how to tease me.

Later that night in bed I watched her undress. "Leave the stockings on okay?" I said as she took off her dress.

"You're so predictable," she said with a laugh.

"You look good in this," I said running my fingertips along the intricate lace of her garter belt. "When did you start wearing garter belts?"

"Just wanted to feel sexy," she said. She giggled, "I knew you wouldn't mind."

"You're always sexy baby," I said.

"You're only saying that because you're my husband," she said, the typical thing wives always say.

I went down on her and made her cum. Then I got on top of her. I lasted a good 10, 15 minutes. But I couldn't get her to cum again.

She saw my disappointment. "You'd already made me cum once baby, I couldn't cum again so fast," she said gently. But I'd often seen her cum multiple times with her lovers.

She took off the lingerie and put on my old frat t-shirt. It always made me feel good to see her wearing that, and she almost always wore it to sleep. She put on cotton VS panties too, going more for comfort than sexiness when she slept. She also put on fluffy pink socks because her feet got cold at night.

To me, this was the real Jen. Not the sexpot who wore slinky dresses, mini-skirts, seamed stockings and stiletto heels. That was the Jen the rest of the world saw, the Jen her lovers knew.

This was my Jen, the one I had all to myself. The sweet girl with innocent blue eyes who grew up a toy boy watching college football, who wore my old t-shirt and cute fluffy socks to bed. I shared the sexpot Jen with other men. I kept the real Jen all to myself.

She rolled to her side and I spooned her. I couldn't sleep though. I wondered if Jen missed having a lover. It hadn't been too long ago when she was hooking up with Tom two or three times a week.

Just the other day I'd told her I wanted to keep playing the game. Nothing turned me on more than seeing her with other men. But each time it was like a kick in the gut too, especially when she got attached to her lover.

"Are you awake baby?" she said in the darkness.

"Yeah," I said kissing the back of her head.

As if reading my mind she said, "You know the other night? Did you mean it when you said you wanted to keep playing the game?"

"I think so," I said.

She turned to look at me. "Just think so?" she asked.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

She paused, then said "Only if you want to." She reached down and felt my crotch. I was hard. She reached in and wrapped her hands around my cock.