Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Seriously?" Jen said. "How could you?"

"I won," I said. "He couldn't beat me himself, he needed help. I protected you, not him. And I got you."

"Yep, you've got me," she said snuggling deeper into my arms.

We were silent for long moments. "Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Yeah," she said.

I hesitated then said "You kept seeing Colin after we started dating, didn't you?"

"There may have been a little overlap," she said innocently.

"You can tell the truth I won't get mad," I assured her.

"I don't know Mike it was a long time ago," she said sounding defensive.

"Sandusky showed me those pictures," I said. I felt her back stiffen. Colin's collection of pictures of Jen, the ones Sandusky used to blackmail her.

"Why didn't you break up with me?" she asked in a quiet voice.

"I loved you," I said.

We were both silent. Jen was thinking of that one picture, her face splattered with Colin's cum, the one date stamped a month after we'd started dating. She said in a pleading voice, "That was the only time, I swear."

"It's okay baby, I'm not mad," I said rubbing her shoulder. "I think that's what started it, the pictures. Why Ricky happened. I got turned on looking at Colin's pictures. I still look at them."

"You have them?"

"He left them with me," I said. "I have them on my computer. Do you want to see them?"

"No," she said immediately.

"The last time you were at home," I began. "You know how I am. It would've turned me on if you fucked Colin." (Author's note: See Making It Work – Part 2)

"Mike ... god ..." she said. She reached down and found me hard again. She wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly stroked me. "You're crazy, you know that?"

"It's our game, we're both crazy," I said.

The next morning we taxied a couple miles to Spring Creek Presbyterian. I held back as Jen approached Coach Paterno's grave. She stood there a few minutes, her head bent, praying I guess. Then she turned and leaned into me. She wiped away a tear as I put my arm around her.

Penn State was playing Northwestern. We sat in the alumni section. It seemed like the whole math and computer science departments were there. They cornered me and asked a lot of questions about Sapphire.

I kept my eye on Jen. I was worried about her, being back here in Beaver stadium after so many years. But Colin was right, she seemed to know everybody and was her bubbly social butterfly self.

Penn State took an early two touchdown lead and Jen enthusiastically cheered along with the rest of her group with each score. It took me back to that football game 7 years ago, when she partied with the Populars and I was an outsider.

I was happy for her though. I knew Penn State football was important to her and it was good to see her making a reconnection.

Colin was there, big, brash and charismatic as always. The crowd engulfed him with cheers and slaps on the back, everyone wanting to shake the hand of the All-American quarterback.

He made sure to come over to me first. Ever the diplomat I guess. We shook hands and chit chatted about the game. Each time we spoke – and we'd spoken about half a dozen times over the years since Crypts -- it seemed like he was apologizing for what happened at Crypts. He never said the words or mentioned Crypts, but I could tell by his tone and posture. I think he really did feel bad about losing control at Crypts. Not that we were friends or even close to that. Whatever. Like I said, I was over it.

He drifted away from me and made his way over to Jen. I knew, of course, he wanted to get into her pants. The thought of him bedding Jen pushed all my cuckold buttons. My old college rival fucking my girl right under my nose? The prospect made me dizzy with lust. Not that I really wanted it to happen. Some of my fantasies – like Colin screwing her, Jen having a black baby – they were so intense I was conflicted about them actually happening. But the possibility they COULD happen, that was enough to get my heart pounding.

Colin tried to talk to Jen but she ignored him. She was talking to a tall guy, a dark haired hipster-type I didn't know. Then I realized I did know him! It was Drums, my old frat brother!

I made my way over but was intercepted by professors a half dozen types. "Was that Drums?" I asked when I finally made it over.

"Yeah!" Jen said enthusiastically. "Ramones are doing a comeback and he's drummer! Can you believe it?!" She loved old bands so her excitement didn't surprise me. "They're playing at Colin's after party!"

My cock jerked at hearing that. "So we're going?" I asked. We hadn't discussed it since Colin's invitation at Donovans.

"I guess we have to, to see Drums" she said.

I looked at her. Did she want to support my old frat buddy? Or did she want to fuck Colin again (now that she had the green light from me) and this was just a legitimate excuse to go?

In the end did it matter? "Okay, we're going," I said trying to keep my excitement in check.

Penn State won by 2 touchdowns. The President's Reception was even more boring than I feared and dragged on forever.

After the Reception we drove to Colin's house. It was unseasonably warm and he'd set up a big circus type tent in the yard. The grass made it tough on Jen in her high heels, but once inside the tent there was an artificial wood floor.

"Oh my god there they are!" Jen squealed seeing the Ramones playing on the stage. She grabbed my hand and literally dragged me to the front. The new band sounded just like Joey, Johnny and Dee Dee. Drums was great on percussions. To my surprise he sang really well too. Jen was soon dancing and bopping in place, her blonde hair swinging wildly, singing along. Honestly I wasn't into punk music but I loved seeing Jen having so much fun.

The band took a break and Drums approached us. He hugged Jen and we shook hands. He looked different now, older, more mature and confident. But then, I hadn't seen him for years. He told me how they'd just signed a big record deal and were about to go on a worldwide tour.

"Wanna go backstage and meet the rest of the band?" Drums offered.

"I'd love to!" Jen practically squealed. She was way into groupie mode now.

I looked at the mass of people behind the curtain surrounding the other two Ramones. "You go ahead," I said deciding to pass. "I think I'll go find the bar."

I got a scotch and went into the house. Inside was just as crowded as the tent. I looked around the place. It was a big house but rundown. It looked like Colin kept it just to host parties when he was at Penn State.

I went upstairs on my self-guided tour. I was being nosy but I didn't care. The sounds of the party faded as I explored further into the house. Towards the back – about as far away from the party you could get – I heard sounds of sex coming from the bedroom.

It didn't surprise me. This was a big party, a big house with a lot of bedrooms, a lot of alcohol (and recreational drugs) flowing. The door was partially open. I couldn't help it, I silently approached and looked in.

It was Colin. He was riding a girl. Feeling relief and disappointment, I saw immediately the girl wasn't Jen. The girl was a busty redhead, about as different from Jen as possible. I grinned. Jen had to see this!

I stumble upon a back staircase and went downstairs, back into the tent. Another band was playing. Jen wasn't in the tent. Neither was Drums. I saw one of the other Ramones and asked about him.

"He went into the house with a pretty blonde," he said.

I went back into the house. I searched all the rooms but couldn't find Jen or Drums. Finally I heard a familiar voice coming from the kitchen.

The kitchen was empty. I realized they were outside on the porch. The door was open and I could just see them. Drums sat playing guitar and Jen sat across from him.

"That's nice," Jen said listening to the music, sitting one leg under her on the sofa. "I didn't know you played guitar too. What have you been doing since college?"

"Bouncing around mostly," Drums said. "Hooked up with a few bands, did some solo. Clubs mostly, some concert halls, last summer I was in LA but mostly east coast."

"That sounds so good," Jen gushed. "I'd love that freedom, and being around music all the time, you're so lucky."

"Really?" Drums said surprised. "Sounds like you and Mike have a good thing going."

"We do," Jen said. "I'm just saying – I don't know – it's great the way you've avoided growing up." She laughed embarrassed. "That didn't come out right."

"That's okay, you're right," Drums said laughing back. He moved from his chair to her sofa, sitting next to her. "You like Bruce right?" he asked. When she nodded he played a soulful rendition of Thunder Road.

"That was freaking awesome!" she gushed when he finished.

"We're playing in New York City, I'll send you tickets," he offered.

"Awesome, we'll definitely be there!" she said excitedly.

He smiled at her. "You're a lot of fun, I wish we hung out more in college."

"Yeah," she agreed. "Can I asked you something? Drums isn't your real name, right?"

"Frankie," he said.

"That's nice, it fits you," Jen said. "Like a young Frankie Valli, you kinda look like him."

"Mostly only my mom calls me that," he said with a laugh.

"Oh okay, sorry," she said laughing back.

Drums looked into Jen's eyes. "You know ... I think I'd rather you call me Frankie."

"Oh ... okay," Jen said.

Suddenly Drums leaned in and kissed her. It was only a few seconds. He pulled away when Jen squirmed under him. "Sorry," he said breathing hard.

"That's okay," Jen said. She was breathing hard too.

"I always wanted to do that," Drums said with a crooked grin. "You can really kiss."

"I better find Mike," Jen said getting up, not returning his smile.

I hurriedly stepped into the darkness of the pantry. A moment later they passed me. I counted to ten and then followed.

I approached from a different direction. Jen was talking with some friends. Drums wasn't there. "Hey you," she said squeezing my hand.

"Hi," I said. "Can I talk to you?" I led her down the hall until we were alone. Then I pulled her into a bedroom. I pushed her up against the wall and kissed her.

"What's gotten into you?" she giggled kissing me back.

"I saw Drums hit on you," I said excitedly pushing my tongue into her mouth.

"That came out of nowhere," she observed with a giggle.

"You should've made out with him, let him touch you," I said pressing my body against hers, fondling her, pulling her skirt up.

"I would've if I'd known you were watching," she said with another giggle, getting her cum face on.

I reluctantly pulled away. "I wanna show you something," I whispered excitedly.

"What?" she whispered back smiling mischievously. I took her hand. "Wait," she said fixing her blouse and pulling her skirt down. "Okay," she said taking my hand. "Where are we going?"

I led her to the back staircase. When we got to the second floor I put a finger to her lips. We quietly approached the bedroom. The door was still cracked open and we looked in.

Jen's eyes grew wide. Colin was still fucking the redhead. Either he had incredible staying power or they were on round two.

Colin hadn't lost any of his football physique. His muscles tensed with each thrust, making his arms, legs and chest look even more chiseled.