Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Later at Tao, Keri hooked her arm in Jen's. "Mike, you won't mind if I steal your pretty wife?" she said giving Mike a big smile.

Keri led Jen to Tao's balcony with the breathtaking view of the Strip. "You've been working so hard we've barely talked," Keri said. "Great meeting by the way, your team's doing a wonderful job. You're doing a wonderful job."

"Thanks!" Jen said gratefully.

Keri eyed her young protégé and her empty hands. "You're not drinking?" she asked with an inquisitive look.

"Keri, I'm pregnant," Jen admitted.

"I knew something was up!" Keri said happily, hugging Jen. "I'm so happy for you and Mike!"

"It's not Mike's," Jen whispered. "Tom's."

"Oh," Keri said her smile disappearing. "Oh." After a moment, she said "Is Mike -."

"He's okay with it," Jen said. "But now you see why I've been paying a lot attention to him."

"Yeah, I get it," Keri said. "Are you still seeing Tom?"

"No," Jen shook her head. "It got kinda ugly at the end. He doesn't know about the baby."

Keri nodded, understanding. She gave Jen a concerned look. "You and Mike are really okay?"

"Yeah," Jen said nodding. "We've actually closer than ever." She pulled Keri to a more isolated spot on the crowded balcony. "It's kinda wild," she said grinning excitedly. "We're ... exploring things."

Keri raised an intrigued eyebrow. "You're still playing your game?"

"Yeah," Jen said smiling delightedly. "Just the other day ... it's more exciting now than ever."

"Wow," Keri said amazed. "You two are really something." She gave Jen a mischievous smile. "This IS Sin City. Planning anything?"

Jen returned her friend's smile. "Now that you mention it – I wanted to ask a favor." She whispered her plans to Keri.

Keri grinned. "I think I can make that happen," she said with a giggle.

Returning from the balcony Jen looked for Mike in the crowd. He was nowhere to be seen. Knowing him he probably found a quiet spot for a scotch.

Jen felt a hand on her arm. Turning she saw it was Scott.

"Hey sexy," Scott said grinning. He looked at her empty hands. "Not drinking?" He moved closer, into her personal space.

"Pacing myself," Jen said. She smiled into his eyes. "Party's just getting started right?"

"Right," he agreed grinning, moving even closer. "So ... wanna get together tonight?"

"Remember that henna tattoo I got?" Jen asked abruptly changing the subject.

Scott rolled with it. "Yeah, made your ass look great," he said with a lecherous grin.

"My ass doesn't always look great?" she teased, batting her eyelashes.

"Let me check," Scott said moving still closer until his chest pressed against her breasts. He reached around and squeezed her ass. "Feels like I remember, but I'd have to see you naked to make sure."

Jen pulled away from his groping hand. "You're bad!" she said laughing. She hooked her arm in his. "Come on."

"Where're we going?" Scott asked with a delighted smile.

"You wanna see my ass don't you?" Jen said giving him a teasing smile.

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I was sipping my scotch when Jen approached holding Scott's arm. My breath caught seeing them like that, walking arm-in-arm, Jen looking into his eyes as she laughed and flirted with him. "They're starting up again," I thought to myself. I felt dread, but a lot of excitement too.

"Look who I found," Jen said to Mike her arm still in Scott's.

"Hey bro," Scott said cheerfully. "Sorry about that video man. I can be a real ass sometimes. I was just having some fun, nothing personal."

"Give me a sec with Mike, okay?" Jen said to Scott. She took my arm and led me to an alcove off the lobby.

"I'm Jenny tonight," she whispered to me.

"What?"

She seductively ran a finger down my chest. "When we're playing the game, I'm Jenny. Like back in college. You remember how slutty I was back then?"

"Jen --."

She put a finger to my lips. "Jenny," she corrected me. "You know what you are when I'm Jenny?" She whispered in my ear, "You're my cucky."

She ran her finger down my chest again, this time more reassuring than seductive. "You might not like everything that happens. You might get upset." She gave me a smile and squeezed my hand. "If it gets too intense for you, call me Jen."

"Jen versus Jenny?" I said doubtfully. "Kinda confusing."

"You're a smart guy, you can handle it," she said with a wry grin. She took my arm and we walked back to Scott.

We got in a taxi and headed west of the Strip. "Where we going?" I asked.

It was like my heart stopped when she said "Remember we talked about tattoos?"

We got out in a seedy part of town. Tattoo parlors lined both sides of the street. Bad Apple Tattoo, Desert Ink, Diversity, Polynesian, Club Tattoo, 3 Lions. Many of them looked rough and even unsanitary.

Scott seemed to read my mind. He pointed to an official looking certification sticker on the window of one parlor, Pussykat Tattoo, that looked particularly seedy. "If it's been certified then it's safe, no matter how it looks from the outside," he explained. His endorsement didn't exactly put my mind at ease.

We entered a place called the Voodoo Parlor. A black guy sat behind the counter. He looked Jen up and down and smiled. "Getting a tat?"

Jen smiled back and nodded. "On my back," she said.

"Tramp stamp huh?" the black guy said. We followed him into the back room. He handed Jen a book full of tattoo designs.

Jen put the book on a table. She was between me and Scott, the black guy on the other side of the table. As she flipped the pages, she and Scott talked about the designs. "What do you think of this one?" and "Do you think this is too much?"

I felt jealous, like a third wheel. This was her body, and she was MY wife. She should be talking this over with me, not Scott!

Jen sensed my annoyance. She said "Sorry baby, it's just Scott knows a lot more about tattoos than you."

"Don't worry bro, I'll make sure she picks a good one," he said punching my arm.

Jen turned the page and looked at me, trying to involve me in her decision. "What do you think of this one baby?" she asked.

"Looks okay," I said with an annoyed shrug. She was acting like she'd already decided to get one. I thought we were still talking about it.

"Not the right size, it won't fit you," Scott said like he was an expert.

My annoyance grew when the black man agreed with Scott. "He's right," the black man said.

"How can you tell?" Jen asked.

The design was like a stencil. The black man took it out of the plastic page and handed it to Jen.

"I'll show you," Scott said, taking the design from Jen's hand. Clearly he'd done this before. "Raise your blouse," he said.

Without even looking at me for permission, Jen pulled her blouse from her skirt and raised it a few inches. He gently pushed her down so her elbows were on the table. Then he laid the design on her lower back. "Mirror?" he said to the black man.

There was already a standing mirror on the table. The black man handed Scott another mirror, and he held it so Jen could see the stencil by looking into the table mirror. "Oh yeah," she said, seeing what they were talking about. I saw it too. The design looked fine in the book. But it was clearly too big on Jen given her slim waist.

Jen moved to rise up but Scott put his hand on her back. "Just a minute," he said. Jen stayed bent over with her elbows on the table, her tight ass sticking out. I didn't like the way he was ordering her around, and I liked it less that she was doing what he said without even a glance at me.

Scott flipped through the book and picked out another tattoo design. He laid it on her lower back. "See?" he said.

"Oh yeah, that's a lot better," Jen said looking into mirror, agreeing with him.

"You can tell better if you pull down your skirt some," Scott said. When Jen hesitated, he grinned into the mirror and said "You said you'd show me your ass."

"Jerk," she said smiling into his eyes. The black man and Scott shared a grin.

Still bent over, Jen reached back and unzipped her skirt. She pulled the tight skirt down. When she put her elbows back on the table, half her ass was in view, her pink lacy thong wedged in between her firm ass cheeks.

Scott moved the black stencil until it was just above the swell of her ass, just above the T of the pink thong. "That's hot," Scott said, but he wasn't talking about just the tattoo.

The black man moved around the table, wanting a better view of Jen's ass. And it was an incredible view. Jen bent over, her skirt low on her hips, most of her firm ass on display, her long shapely legs looking even longer in high heels.

"Yeah, that's nice," the black man said his eyes wide with excitement. He adjusted the stencil, taking his time, letting his fingertips trail over Jen's bare skin as he did so.

Jen hadn't spoken to me or even looked my way while all this was happening. It was like she'd forgotten I was there. Finally she looked my way. "What do you think Mike?" she asked me.

The black man looked surprised. Clearly he thought Jen and Scott were together and I was a tag along. At that moment I felt like a tag along. But I was incredibly excited too, my heart pounding. Not trusting my voice cracking, I just nodded.

"Told you I'd take good care of her," Scott said caressing Jen's lower back around the stencil.

Jen looked at him in the mirror caressing her. She didn't tell him to stop touching her. "You picked a good one, just like last time," she said, referring to that other time in Vegas. Emboldened, Scott moved his hand lower until his fingers were caressing between her butt cheeks. Still Jen didn't stop him. I watched her cheeks flush and her eyes glaze over. She definitely had her cum face on.

The black man was enjoying the show – it wasn't the first time he saw shit like this, it was Vegas after all – but he had a business to run. He got out the needles and jet black ink. "So we're doing this?" he said moving towards Jen.