Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"I was wondering if you missed having a boyfriend," I joked.

"That's not it," she said, slowly stroking me. "I know you like it when there's an emotional connection. But that's not what I'm looking for."

"Take this off," I said, and she raised her arms as I took off the t-shirt. I leaned down and kissed and sucked her nipples.

"Feels good," she purred.

I kissed her lips. "You like the emotional connection too," I said cupping her breasts.

"Yeah, but ... it's more like I can't have a physical thing without an emotional thing," she explained. "But that's not what I'm looking for."

"What then?" I said with a laugh. "A big cock?"

"Mike, come on," she said in a soft voice, leaning into me so I hugged her. "I feel slutty enough already."

"Sorry," I said immediately, hugging and kissing her. "Baby, you know you're my goddess." I kissed her again. "Then what is it?"

She paused. Then she said "I want to feel sexy."

"God Jen, you're the sexiest girl alive!" I gushed.

"I know you think so," she said with a giggle. "But I need to feel it. Like today when Alec hit on me. It made me feel sexy. And it gets you hot, and that makes me feel more sexy."

"I think I get it," I said, kissing her softly on the lips. "Have someone in mind?"

"Maybe," she said, reaching back into my shorts and stroking me again.

"Scott?" I asked. Her soft hand felt really good.

She raised an eyebrow. "You'd really be okay with that?" she said stroking me harder.

Honestly, I wasn't sure. But the idea turned me on. I put it back on her, asking, "Do you want to hook up with him again?"

She got between my legs and pulled off my shorts. Holding my cock, she licked the underside of my shaft. Then she took me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times. Then she looked at me over my cockhead. "I think you want me too," she said.

"Do you want to?" I pressed.

After a moment she admitted, "Maybe. He's a great lover. Allie can't get enough of him." She grinned at me. "Maybe we'll do another threesome." She took me into her mouth again, bobbing up and down.

"I'd like to see that," I said excitedly. I'd love to see Allie's body again. I had mixed feelings about her as a person, but her body was incredible. I'd loved to see her with Jen again, and to see Scott fuck them both with his big cock.

"I bet you would," Jen said taking me out of her mouth. Her lips were wet. Stroking my cock with one hand, she reached her other into her panties and rubbed herself. "Maybe I'll get a tattoo for Scott. He'd love that."

"Jen ..." I moaned.

"I know you hate tattoos. But if you give me to Scott again he'd insist I get one." She stroked me faster.

I couldn't breathe. I felt about to explode.

"What do you think of that Mike? Are you sure you want to give me to Scott again?" she said. I could tell she was rubbing herself furiously, even as she beat me off. "He'd mark my body forever with a tattoo. Like branding me. I'd belong to him Mike."

"Oh fuck!" I cried, my body convulsing in an orgasm. Moments later Jen came too, moaning and her body shuddering.

Later as we calmed down, Jen snuggled into my arms and giggled. "God we have the wildest fantasies!" she said delightedly.

"Yeah," I said laughing back.

I wanted to ask if it was real, or all just pillow talk. She wouldn't get a tattoo without asking me. I was sure of that. But what about everything else? Was she really considering getting together with Scott again?

She read my mind. She put a finger to my lips, stopping my unspoken question. "Let's see what happens, okay?" She kissed me, then rolled over. I spooned her, and we fell asleep.

I arrived late to the happy hour. I spotted her immediately. It was always easy to find my wife -- just look for the biggest cluster of guys.

I paused before joining the party. They had dress down Fridays at her office, so she was dressed casually. Her jeans were so tight they looked painted on -- I think they call them jeggings. They really showed off her great ass and shapely legs. She wore a trim tailored white blouse and black stiletto heels. Her long legs seemed to go on forever in the high heels. With her long blonde hair and bubbly, pretty face, she looked achingly beautiful. How could she think she wasn't hot? But she'd always been kind of insecure, now more so because of the pregnancy.

She was being her normal social butterfly self, laughing and talking to everyone. I approached and she saw me. "Fashionably late, as usual," she said with a crooked grin.

She kissed me hello and squeezed my hand. We chatted with people around us. She wasn't drinking of course. When people asked, she said she had a little headache so was just hanging.

Then she was off mingling with other people. That's how she was, my social butterfly. I chatted with a few people, keeping my eye on her.

At one point I saw her talking with Scott. She has this way of giving you all her attention, like you're the only person in the world. That's how she was treating him. Looking into his eyes, laughing at his jokes, touching his hands and arms as they spoke. It took me back to when they dated. Back then, if the three of us were together, I always felt like a third wheel.

After a while I was standing by myself, alone. I didn't know anyone well. I saw Allie and she saw me, but we didn't talk. We put up with each other because of Jen, but by unspoken agreement we avoided each other whenever possible.

Jen didn't look at me, her attentions focused on Scott. I eventually drifted off, feeling hurt and jealous, but aroused too. I went to the bar and ordered a scotch. I'd almost finished it when I felt her hand on my arm. She leaned into me. "Hey you," she said. "Here's where you disappeared to."

"How's Scott?" I asked.

"Freaking awesome," she said smiling. The she saw the cloud over my face. "You said I could, right?" she asked.

"I didn't think it'd happen so fast," I said.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked. She leaned in closer, so our bodies touched. She felt my erection and knew my answer. "Are you almost ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be back in a little bit," she said.

"How long?"

She looked at my almost empty glass. She caught the bartender's eye. Giving him a smile, she lightly tapped the rim of my glass with her finger. The bartender immediately refilled my glass, grinning at her. She smiled thanks at the bartender, then said to me "I'll be back before you finish this," she promised, giving me a peek on the cheek.

Was she going to invite Scott to our place? I was heady with excitement. Anxious too. It's not like Scott and I were on the best of terms. But my lust was overwhelming my good sense.

To my surprise, Jen didn't go back to Scott. Instead, she walked up to a guy I didn't know. He was part of a different group, not Jen's Populars. I could tell he was her type though. Tall and good looking, broad shouldered. He radiated charm and confidence.

They talked and laughed a while, then disappeared into the back bar. That embarrassed me, my wife disappearing with another man, her co-workers glancing over at me. She was gone for over ten minutes. I was starting to get worried when she reappeared. She was alone. "Ready Freddie?" she said hugging my arm. We said our goodbyes and left.

"I thought you wanted to hook up with Scott?" I said, part relieved, part disappointed.

"Can't make it easy for him," she said flippantly.

Waiting for a taxi, I asked "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

"I'm not really hungry," she said.

I looked at her. For the first time I noticed her heavy lidded eyes, her flushed cheeks. She had her cum face on.

"Who was that guy?" I asked.

"Alec," she said. "The guy from IT? I told you about him."

"What did you do in the back bar?" I asked, remembering it was dark back there and had a lot of nooks, offering a lot of privacy. I looked from Jen's face to her chest. My heart stopped. "Baby, you missed a button," I said. The second button was inside the third button hole. "How far did he get with you?" I asked excitedly, fixing her blouse.

"Not too far," Jen said. Far enough to unbutton her blouse, I thought. My cock was so hard it hurt.

"He works fast," I said. "You only met him yesterday."

"He's transferring to our London office," she said.

"When?" I said surprised.

"He leaves tomorrow," Jen said. "We talked a lot today." She fiddled with the buttons of my shirt. "I told him about us. A little anyway."

That surprised me. But then, he was leaving tomorrow, so it had to be tonight. "What'd he say?"

"He thinks it's cool. Demented but cool." she said with a giggle, still playing with my shirt. "He's nice. I like him."

I had to make a snap decision. My little head was definitely controlling my big head at this point. "Do you want to invite him over?"

"I already did," she said looking a little guilty. "I said I had to check with you though."

"You want him?" I asked.

She nodded. "He's really cute. I like him." She looked up at me expectantly.

"Okay," I said with a nod. "How will we do this?"

"He's waiting. I just need to text him." She reached into her purse for her iPhone. "It was better to leave separately anyway. We can taxi home together."

Jen sat between me and Alec in the taxi. It was awkward for all 3 of us. He and I talked across her about his new job in London. He was talking over as IT manager there. He seemed like an okay guy.

At home I got everyone drinks. Alec a beer, and wine for me and Jen. We sat on the sofa, Jen between us. The awkwardness continued. I realized why. With her other lovers, she knew them really well before things got physical. But she'd only really met Alec yesterday. She didn't know how to start.

I put my arm around her. She leaned into me and looked up into my eyes. I lowered my head and kissed her. We made out right next to Alec.

She put her arms around me as we kissed. I moved my hand between our bodies and cupped her breast. I was tempted to unbutton her blouse. But I wanted to see Alec undress her.

I felt her body stiffen. I looked over her shoulder and saw Alec had moved close. He was kissing her neck and fondling her ass.

I pulled away. Jen turned, and then she was kissing Alec.

I moved to the chair to give them more room, and also have a better place to watch. From her cheeks I could tell his tongue was in her mouth. His hands had replaced mine on her breasts.

They kissed for long minutes, finally pulling away. Both were gasping. He unbuttoned her blouse. Then he reached under her and expertly unsnapped her bra. He pushed the bra up, revealing her small perfect breasts. "I've wanted to see these for a long time," he said gazing at her perky tits.