Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Mike's got a bum leg, but I can play," Jen said. She crossed her arms and pulled off her cover up, which was just a short sun dress. "Hold this for me okay honey," she said carelessly throwing it onto my chest. Without waiting for me to reply she ran off to join the game.

It was touch football, about half guys / girls. Jen was the oldest there (since she was 27 and the others were still in college) but you wouldn't know it by her youthful looks. She was by far the prettiest girl there.

There was a lot of flirting and touching going on. I quickly found out why they called it a drinking football game. With every touchdown, the other team had to chug a beer. After a couple of scores, the rules changed magically and both teams chugged a beer with each touchdown. Touching got more frequent and fragrant as the beer flowed, practically turning into tackle football. Jen seemed to be a favorite target. More than once the other team "fumbled" the ball right into her hands, and then immediately ran after her to tackle her. More than once I saw Jen adjust her bikini after a "hard tackle" (i.e. blatant fondle).

She finally returned to the chairs, laughing and walking next to Jamie. She was definitely way passed tipsy. Her nipples were hard and poked through her bikini top. "Hey baby," she said giving me a quick peck on the cheek. She grabbed her cover up and put it on. "They have a margarita happy hour but it ends in 5 minutes." She tenderly squeezed my bad leg. "I'll bring you back one okay?"

"Okay," I said.

Jamie lit a cigarette. He offered the pack to Jen. "Want one?"

"Oh god yes!" she gushed. She playfully took the one from his mouth. "I'll take this one," she said giggling. She took a long draw.

"I thought you stopped smoking," I said to her.

"Mike it's just one cigarette," she said dismissively.

"We better go," Jamie said impatiently.

"Okay," she said. Without another word to me she grabbed her high heels and ran along with him. She laughed and flirted as they walked to the pool bar, more than once leaning into him, her strappy high heels hooked in her fingers.

My heart pounded. I kept a towel over my crotch to hide my hard-on. I was so turned on!

I felt jealous and neglected. I let those emotions sweep over me. They felt delicious! And gut wrenching too. It was always a balance with me, between excitement and torment.

I knew she had no intention of coming back to the beach. She was teasing me, playing the game. Knowing she was just pretending helped keep my angst in check.

After about 30 minutes I gathered our stuff and walked back to the pool bar. It took some time because my limp made it hard to walk over the sand.

I saw her at the bar. She was sitting on a stool, her legs crossed. She wore only the bikini and the strappy high heels. At some point she'd taken off the cover-up. Jamie sat close to her. As they laughed and flirted they were very touchy-feely.

She smiled seeing me. "Hi baby," she said giving me a kiss. She turned towards me so she wasn't so close to him.

"Happy hour's still on?" I asked sarcastically.

"Oh darn I forgot!" she said. She quickly turned and grabbed a plastic cup. "Here's your margarita," she said looking apologetic. The ice had long melted. She turned to the bartender, "Manuel, can you freshen this up?"

"Forget it," I said bitterly. I felt like leaving. Even knowing she was playing I felt annoyed and hurt.

"Come on Mike, don't be a baby," she said with a laugh, giving Jamie a quick smile. She hooked her arm in mine keeping me there.

The bartender served a round of margaritas. "Thanks Manuel," she said to him with a smile. "This is my husband Mike."

Manual gave me a friendly smile and we shook hands over the bar.

"Here," Jen said handing the margarita to me. She sounded tipsy and slurred her words a little. "You need to catch up."

I did need to catch up. I needed to take the edge off to survive Jen's torment. It was my wish, but it was still gut wrenching. I gulped the margarita and Manual quickly made me another.

I pulled over a stool because my leg was starting to ache. Jen had turned back to Jamie, laughing and talking again. Their knees almost touched.

It was a big rocking party, the Miami and Florida State college students having a big combined happy hour. Jen seemed to know everyone. She talked and laughed with a lot of people but gave most of her attention to Jamie.

Jamie lit a cigarette and gave it to Jen. Then he lit another for himself. She inhaled the cigarette closing her eyes momentarily as the nicotine flowed through her body.

She saw my scowl. "We're on vacation, okay?" she said dismissively to me.

I felt anger growing. Okay, this was my wish, I got that. But she knew I hated smoking. She was going too far with the game.

The sun had set and the band was playing a funky reggae tune. "I feel like dancing," she said. She looked at me, but knew my bum leg made it impossible for me to dance.

"My husband hurt his leg," she said to Jamie. "Come on," she said with a laugh, pulling him off the stool. They laughed as they drunkenly stumbled for a moment.

Jen squished out the cigarette. She reached down and took off her high heels. "Hold these for me okay?" she said dropping her heels into my lap.

She looked at me and saw the cloud over my face. She lean towards me. I thought she was going to say something like "I'm just playing baby. Do you want me to stop?"

Instead she whispered harshly "Lighten up Mike, god we're on vacation."

I felt shaken. Manual must have noticed because he looked at me with a raised questioning eyebrow, silently asking if I wanted another one. The margarita was typical resort quality, in other words, expensive with little alcohol. I needed something stronger. "You got a single malt scotch?" I asked him. He nodded and set me up.

There was a lot of rubbing and bumping on the dance floor. It looked like a big frat party.

Jen danced close with Jamie. She turned so her back was to him. She leaned into him, raising her arms and wrapping them around his neck. She slid up and down the front of his body in sync with the sexy beat of the music, like the strip tease she'd done with me.

They finally returned after 30 minutes on the dance floor. Jen's body glistened with sweat and her hard nipples poked through her bikini top. Manual served new drinks and Jen gulped down the margarita. She had her cum face on.

One of the cups of her bikini top had shifted with all the bumping and grinding, revealing a little of her areola. "Jen, come on," I said annoyed fixing her bikini top.

"Don't worry Mike, it's nothing I haven't seen before!" Jamie said drunkenly. He and everyone around laughed. My anger burned and I wanted to punch the bastard!

She leaned towards me and I thought she was going to chastise me again. Instead she gave me a big sloppy open mouth kiss. She squeezed my crotch. I was hard of course. "Don't drink too much, I'm gonna need this tonight," she said. She said it loud enough so everyone could hear, and she rolled her eyes while looking at her new friends as she said it. Everyone laughed, and I knew they were laughing at me. I felt my face flush and my erection shrunk, like she'd emasculated me. She felt me soften and she gave me a "Seriously?" look.

After a while people began drifting off, friends going out to dinner, couples going to their rooms to fuck. There was only a few of the group left. Jen wandered off with Jamie, back to the dance floor. The dance floor was still crowded. I could just barely see them on the far side, but they were like shadows in the darkness. I thought I saw them kissing.

Jen returned with Jamie later. She made a point of fixing her bikini top. She was holding his hand although as she approached she let his hand go. She looked flushed. She definitely had her cum face on.

I instinctively looked at her neck. There was a red mark there, he'd given her a hickey. I got so pissed! "You let him do this?" I hissed in a low voice touching her neck. I moved to get up. I so wanted to punch Jamie! He was bigger than me and I had a bum leg, but I didn't care!

"Will you calm down?" she said impatiently. She added dismissively, "It's no big deal." She said to Manual, "Can you give my husband another drink? He still needs to get in vacation mode."

I drank the scotch and started feeling drunk. Jen was talking with a group of Jamie's friends. She came back and said, "We're going to Jamie's room. They bought some weed."

My head was getting cloudy with alcohol. But I couldn't believe she'd just said that. "You want to smoke pot?" I said derisively. "Seriously Jen?"

"If you don't want to then fine, I'll see you later," she said impatiently.

"Forget it, I'll go," I said. Even though I was furious with her she was still my wife, I needed to make she was safe.

"Whatever," she said. She sounded disappointed I was joining them.

She grabbed the strappy high heels from my grasp. She sensed Jamie's presence behind her and smiled at him. She held onto his shoulder (instead of mine) as she slipped on her right high heel and then her left. I wondered how in the world I'd so quickly lost being her man.

I walked behind them, not quite able to keep up with my bum leg. She managed to not hold his hand although she playfully bumped into him constantly as they laughed and flirted.

Jamie was sharing a condo with a bunch of his buddies. Now there were about a dozen people in his room, including me and Jen, as joints were passed around the room. Like everyone else, I was drunk and rapidly getting stoned.

I closed my eyes for a second. Or maybe it was minutes or even longer, I didn't know. Some people had passed out. Others were necking. Jen and Jamie had disappeared.

Then I sensed motion in the dark hallway leading to the bathroom. I looked and was barely able to make them out. She still only wore the bikini and high heels. Jamie had Jen pressed against the wall. They were seriously making out and his hands were roaming her body.