Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

On top she wore a fitted blouse that showed off her slim figure. The blouse ended just above where the shorts started, so she was showing off a little of her flat tummy. The blouse was white and light weight, so if you looked hard enough you could just make out the dark of her nipples and aureole (since she'd left her bras at home). She looked achingly hot!

We ran into Jamie and his friends at reception. They were checking out too. "I'll be right back," she said. She walked over to him. I frowned but gave her space. He seemed pissed about last night. But he definitely checked her out in her slim leggy outfit, giving her long up and down looks. It made me wonder if she'd dressed this way hoping we'd run into him.

They talked a few minutes. By the end Jen had charmed him and he was smiling, even laughing. They hugged goodbye and she walked back to me.

"What was that about?" I asked, not able to keep annoyance out of my voice.

"Nothing honey," she said soothingly. "I just said goodbye." She leaned into me and took my arm. "Let's go home baby."

Jen turned a lot of heads in the airport. She was definitely high class eye candy! It felt great having her on my arm, it was like having a trophy wife!

We settled into our first class seats. I put my arm around her. "So I guess you're into Jamie," I said.

"I guess ... as much as I can be into a 21 year old," Jen said with a laugh. She squeezed my hand and laid her head on my shoulder. She lowered her hand and rubbed my bad leg.

I thought of what she said last night" "You can't control me Mike. I can do what I want."

I said "We need to talk Jen."

"I know honey," she said. "But not now, okay? I'm really tired. When we get home."

She slept all the way home on the plane, snuggled in my arm. It felt great holding her. My first wish had been really intense. I thought I knew what I wanted for my second and third wishes but honestly they scared me after what'd happened this weekend.

We were exhausted when we got home so we didn't get a chance to talk. Jen had to leave the next day for another business trip.

Her meetings around the country (and the world) were really intense. It wasn't like Google where they did a lot of prep and then had one big pitch meeting at the end. The companies owned by Memphis Global were too diverse for a single pitch. So Jen and her team essentially had to do separate pitches for each of the main Memphis companies. After all the pitches were done, the decision makers at all the companies would get together and decide whether to hire Jen's firm. So Jen and her team had to be on their A-game constantly for an extended period of time. It was really hard and stressful.

I started physical therapy after getting back from Cancun. My range of motion got better and it didn't hurt as much, but the therapist ultimately told me I'd have a slight limp for the rest of my life, and it'd hurt some off and on (like arthritis). Jen cried when I told her that. She still carried a lot of guilt. I did my best to console her. I didn't blame her. She was my world and she hadn't been hurt. All I had was a slight limp. I'd take that deal any day of the week.

Jen worked on Memphis Global constantly after Cancun. Finally a couple of weekends later she got some down time.

We were sipping wine after dinner. I had my arm around her and her head was on my chest. As I held her she rubbed my leg. She did that all the time now when we were together, rubbing my leg. It always felt great, not just the physical part of it, but also it showed how much she loved and cared for me.

"Can we talk about Cancun?" I asked.

"Sure," she said. She sat up cross-legged on the sofa looking at me. "I've wanted to talk to you too."

"About what?" I asked.

"You go first," she said.

"Okay," I said. But I didn't know where to begin. Finally I said "It was pretty intense. I told you - it was almost too exciting for me." I grinned at her.

"It was exciting for me too," she said grinning back. "I still can't believe how much I got into it."

"I was kinda surprised when you hooked up with Jamie the last night at Coco Bongo," I hesitantly said. I didn't want to start an argument but I needed to get this off my chest. "Then later you said you could do anything you wanted. That was kinda harsh Jen."

She didn't answer immediately, as if trying to process her own feelings. Finally she said "Keri has this thing that she's entitled to sleep with whoever she wants. Because she's so gorgeous."

I was surprised by that, and put off. "Do you feel that way?"

I guess Jen sensed my annoyance because she got wary. She seemed to struggle to articulate what she was feeling. "It's more like ... you push and push me to do things. To play the game. To be with other men. I'm not saying I don't enjoy it, I do. But you're the one pushing. Do you know what I mean?"

"Yeah, you're right," I agreed. I WAS the one always pushing and encouraging her to be with other men and test the boundaries of the game.

She looked relieved I saw it the same way. She said "That's what I wanted to talk to you about. You kinda lose some say Mike. It's my body. If I want to be with someone, I don't need your permission. I'll tell you about it after. I won't hide anything from you. But you can't control me Mike. I'm not your sex toy."

I leaned back against the sofa, startled by her words. She said it in a soft voice, but it was harsh. I didn't know how to respond. Finally I said "Is this about my cuckold fantasy?"

"I don't know. Maybe," she said. "I told you how I fantasize about a guy controlling me and you. I don't know if it started with your fantasies or if I already had that fantasy."

"Jen, you're my wife," I said. I emphasized "my."

"Of course I am baby," she said hugging my arm. "You're the only man I'll ever love. You know that right? This is just about the game. Do you want to stop playing?"

"Would you stop? If I wanted to stop, would you?" I asked, suddenly not sure of her answer.

"Of course I would baby," she assured me rubbing my chest. "Do you?" she asked again.

I thought of Cancun. How exciting it'd been. I thought of all the guys she'd been with. Yeah, it'd been hard sometimes. Really hard, more than once. But so exciting. And even the heartache and gut wrenching angst were exciting too. Someday we'd stop, I was sure. But I didn't want to stop yet.

"No, I don't want to stop," I told her.

"Okay," she said. "I don't want to stop yet either." She took my hands. "Since we're going to keep playing the game, we need to agree on this. I can do what I want, and I don't need to check with you first."

"Were you planning to fuck Jamie at Coco Bongo?" I said resentment in my voice now.

"I don't know," she said. "I didn't like it though when you showed up and made a scene."

Her rebuke felt like a physical blow. But god ... I was dizzy with excitement. "You'll tell me everything, right?" I said.

"Yes, absolutely," she assured me.

"Will I be able to watch?"

"It depends on where I am, who I'm with," she said. "I'll try to make it so you can watch, at least sometimes."

"Will you tell me before you hook up with someone?"

"I can't promise that," she said. "You know how it goes, right?"

"Yeah, I get it," I said. I didn't like her answer but I understood what she was saying. It was like in Coco Bongo with Jamie. Things can happen really fast.

"And you understand, if I do call, I'm only telling you, I'm not asking for your permission," she said. "I don't need your permission."

"Yeah Jen, I got that part," I said bitterly.

I was trying to process all this. I was her husband. As husband, her body was mine. Her lips, her breasts, her gorgeous legs, her pussy were mine. True, I shared her with other guys. But I was in control. She always had to check with me before being with someone, and I had veto power. If I said no, it was no.

Now she was asking me to give up control. I wouldn't just be sharing her incredible body. I'd be giving up control of her body. She could fuck whoever she wanted, whenever she wanted.