Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Those were good times," Tom said smiling into her eyes.

Jen closed the lunch room door for privacy. "Those times are over Tom," she said.

"I know that, I'm just saying ..." he said. He smiled to ease the tension. "So you're thinking about getting a real tattoo?"

"Mike and I are thinking about it," she corrected him.

"Okay, okay, I get it, shut up and go away," he said with a laugh.

She gave him a crooked smile. "I just want to make sure you understand where I am on this."

"I get it Jen, I do," Tom assured her. "Can I asked you something though? I'm not trying to creep you out, I'd just like to know." He paused for a moment, then said, "You don't drink anymore. You don't smoke. Are you pregnant?"

"Fuck!" Jen thought to herself.

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"Ready?" Professor Ambrose said.

From behind the curtain Jen looked at the crowd. "There's a lot of people here," she said trying to keep from being overwhelmed. There were over 200 students there, as well as many of the professors she'd had as a student.

"Nervous?" Professor Ambrose said with an encouraging smile.

"Yeah," Jen admitted with a nervous laugh. "I'll be okay."

Jen walked onto the stage. She'd worn a tight black pencil skirt that started high above her waist and ended half way down her shapely calves. On top she wore a fitted white blouse with a square neckline. The blouse had a front zipper that ran from the neckline to a couple inches down. The outfit showed off her slim leggy figure, especially her tight ass and flat stomach. She looked very New York sophisticated, very sexy, like a model instead of an ad exec.

She turned to the crowd and paused dramatically. Despite her nervousness, she was used to this by now. Without any notes, she began.

"You start by selling yourself," she said her confident voice and demeanor (and gorgeous looks) commanding immediate attention. As she spoke she slowly scanned the crowd making eye contact from person to person. "You convince him he's the world to you. That he is your everything."

As Jen spoke she slowly walked across the stage, her high heels clicking on the wood floor. "He is your reason for living. You must earn his trust. And you must never betray that trust. Because deception works just once, and then he's lost to you forever. 'He,' of course, is the customer. And once he trusts you – really trusts you -- he'll listen to anything you say, buy anything you sell."

Jen's presentation continued for 45 minutes, and when she was done she was deluged with questions. She finally finished to a standing ovation.

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I met Jen outside the building. "You were amazing!" I gushed. I'd been spellbound just like everyone else in the auditorium. Jen beamed into my eyes and hooked her arm in mine.

"Professor Ambrose – I mean Nancy, you remember Mike?" she said.

"Of course," Professor Ambrose said. "You two are going to the game tomorrow, right? And then the President's reception?"

"We wouldn't miss it," I said smiling. I squeezed Jen's hand encouragingly when I felt her body tense. "Wanna go to Donovans for lunch?" Donovans was an Irish bar & grill on the periphery of campus, a locals' place.

"I've got a faculty meeting, you kids have fun," Professor Ambrose said.

"You were really incredible," I gushed again as we sat at the bar. I had a beer and Jen a Pellegrino. "You look incredible too," I said tracing my finger along her shoulder. Watching her on stage had gotten me hot.

"You're just saying that cause I'm your wife," she said smiling with a twinkle in her eye. She felt relieved the presentation was over.

Her fitted blouse hugged her body so her bra straps were outlined in the fabric. I traced my finger along her shoulder and then down her bra strap. "I love it when you wear tops this tight."

"God Mike you're such a guy!" she said with a laugh. "You know it's faux pas for your bra strap to show."

"I like it," I insisted.

"Yeah, well, now you know how hard it's to be a girl," she said. "Tight tops are in this year, but bra straps are a no-no. So what the heck does a girl do?"

"Go braless I guess," I said grinning.

"Oh yeah, I bet you'd like that," she said giving me a playful scornful look.

My finger continued its path down her bra strap to the bra cup. I traced along the edge of the bra cup and then thumbed where I knew her nipple was.

"God Mike stop," she said in a hushed voice pushing my hand away.

My back was to the sparse afternoon crowd so no one could see. I moved my hand back to her bosom, gently thumbing her nipple through her blouse and bra. "When I first saw you in Platter Records I never thought I'd be doing this to you in a bar."

"I can't believe you're doing it now," she said, blushing and looking nervously around the bar.

I took my hand away. Her nipples were hard and dented her blouse. "Mission accomplished," I said grinning.

"You jerk," she said smiling back at me.

I chuckled both at her reaction and remembering my conversation with Darren.

"What?" she asked.

"Something Darren said, 'mission accomplished.' I had dinner with him this week."

"God, it's like you're best friends now," Jen said.

"He's a good guy," I said.

"I thought so too!" she joked and we laughed. "So what's mission accomplished mean?"

"Remember Stacy and Jim, the couple I told you about?" I said. "She's pregnant."

"And Darren's the father ...?"

"Yeah," I said. "She was making her husband use condoms."

"Wow," Jen said disbelief and wonder on her face. "Can I tell ya something?" she whispered, leaning into me. "That's kinda hot."

"Stacy having Darren's black baby?" I whispered back my excitement growing.

"Not that," Jen said. "I can't get pass the issues of raising a mixed baby. I mean ... you know ... what would our families say?"

"They're gonna pretend it's adopted," I said.

"That won't work," Jen said. "Not with me anyway. I'd have to tell my mom. She's my mom. I'd want her to be there. I'd wanna tell your mom too."

"Okay," I said feeling disappointed.

She saw the disappointment on my face. "You don't really want me to have a black baby?" she said with an incredulous laugh. "God Mike --."

I smiled sheepishly. "It's more like I have this list of fantasies in my head," I explained. "It's not so much I want it to happen, but it COULD happen. That's what gets me hot. But now that one's off the list."

"Like I haven't already made a lot of your fantasies come true," she said with another whispered laugh.

"That's true," I agreed smiling sheepishly again.

"So take that one off the list," she said with another laugh.

"Okay," I said laughing with her. "So ... then what got you hot?"

"The condom thing," Jen whispered, an excited glint in her eye. "Letting my lover cum inside me, and making you wear a condom."

I was rock hard now. "I like this new game," I said grinning.

"You better mister, you don't have any choice, I'm in control now," she said with mock sternness, smiling into my eyes.

"So you'd make me wear a condom huh?" I whispered role playing. "You'd let Tom fuck you bareback, cum inside you? And make me wear a condom to make sure the baby's his?"

"Yeah," Jen said and then she shivered as a bolt of excitement shot through her. "God Mike you've got to fuck me right now, I'm so hot!"

"I'd rather watch another guy fuck you," I said with a lustful grin. "Maybe one of those students from your speech."

"No Mike that's not gonna happen," she said in a chastising tone, the finality in her voice telling me to cross that fantasy off my list too. I understood. It might get back to Professor Ambrose and her other old teachers, and that was a line of discretion she wasn't willing to cross.

"Okay, sorry," I said backing off. We were both silent, the mood broken.

"You won't believe what happened the other day," Jen finally said. "Tom apologized for trying to break us up."

"Really? Do you believe him?"

"I don't know. I think so," she said. "Something else ... Tom suspects I'm pregnant."

"He said that? What did you say?"

"I blew it off," she said.

"You won't be able to do that forever," I said.

"I know," she said looking pained.

After a few moments I said "I think you should tell him. And it's not just because it turns me on. Tom IS the biological father. He has a right to know. Someday our baby might want to know him, have a relationship."

"I know," she said clearly having thought of all this. "But Mike ... I know you fantasize about me and Tom getting together again. But it'd be a mistake."

"Darren does it with Stacy and Jim," I pointed out.

"That's different," Jen said. "Darren's not trying to break Stacy and Jim up."

"You said Tom feels bad about that."

"I know," she said. "It's just ... I don't want to lead him on. Remember how it got at the end? I don't want that to happen again. Life is too complicated already."

"What if we made rules and he agreed?" I said persistently.

"God Mike you're incorrigible!" she said with a laugh.

"Come on," I said with a lustful smile. "You know it'd be hot."

She shook her head and laughed again. "God Mike ..."

"Nancy said you'd be here," a voice said behind us. We turned at the same time.

It was Colin.

"Hi Mike," he said with a smile holding out his hand. As I shook his hand my mind flashed back to college, after I'd regained consciousness. He visited me in the hospital and seemed sincerely regretful for the fight. I'd let it go a long time ago. In the end I got Jen, and that's all I cared about.

"Hi Jenny," Colin said the charming smile on his face. He tried to give her a hello hug but she stepped away. She gave him a "seriously?" look. After all the last time they'd seen each other he'd tried to do her in the car outside her parent's house.

Colin never stopped smiling but he got the message. He stepped away and said "I wanted to invite you two to an after party at my house tomorrow." Colin had a house here right outside campus.

"We have a reception after the game," Jen said coldly.

"Yeah I heard about that, congrats you two," Colin said with a big smile. "You know how it is though. My party will just be starting when the President's Reception is long over. You oughta come, you'll know a lot of people there."

That night we made love, our passion fueled by our earlier teasing and talk. I got Jen off with my tongue and she was passionate during our intercourse. But I'd seen her with other guys, most recently with Alec and Hunter. She was never like that with me.

After we snuggled, our hotel room barely lit by the glow of a street lamp. I said, "You know I'm over what happened at Crypts."