Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Okay," I said hesitantly, the familiar knot returning to my gut. It was funny how a sentence or look from her could throw me for a complete loop.

For once she didn't have to travel and we had a great week together. We had dinner together every night. We didn't have sex every night, but we were constantly kissing and hugging and holding hands. She gave me all her attention. I began to think this out-of-town 2 boyfriend thing might work. It was exciting but just the right amount of risk. When she was home she was all mine. I think we were closer than ever.

The next Monday she left for meetings in Atlanta. We agreed to meet that Thursday in South Beach at the Delano.

By Wednesday my team had implemented the SEC's latest software modification requests. I ran some simulations and was troubled by what I saw. I decided not to talk to Eric or any of the other partners. While I saw a pattern in what the government was doing, the evidence was murky at best. They'd just blow me off again. I decided to wait to see if the SEC requested more changes.

I arrived Thursday looking forward to seeing Jen. I hadn't seen her all week and I missed her. I understood she was Jamie's girlfriend this weekend, but I hoped for some alone time with her before things got going.

I called Jen as soon as I arrived. She didn't answer. I called again. No answer. I called a third time. No answer. A few minutes later my phone rang. I saw it was Jen. "Hi honey," I said, "Where are you?"

"I'm with Jamie," she said. She was short of breath and I realized I'd interrupted them. She confirmed it when she said "We're kinda in the middle of something, I'll call you back later." She hung up.

I realized I'd interrupted their sex. I forced myself not to get upset. After all, that was the whole point of her spending time with him. I put on my bathing suit and went down to the pool to relax.

She called back an hour later. "Sorry about that baby," she said apologizing.

"That's okay, I get it," I said with a good natured laugh.

"Where are you?" she asked.

"At the pool just hanging," I said.

"Great!" she said sounding relieved. "You have fun tonight. I'll see you tomorrow."

That surprised me. "Wait," I said. "I'm not going to see you tonight? I haven't seen you all week."

"I'm going out with Jamie and his friends tonight," she said. When I didn't answer she said "Mike you know I'm with Jamie this weekend."

"I know but you said we'd see each other," I said.

"We'll see each other tomorrow, I promise," she said.

"Okay," I finally agreed. I wasn't happy but she was right, she'd warned me.

I hung out by the pool reading the latest John Grisham book on my Kindle until it got dark. I wanted to relax and enjoy myself so I tried not to get upset about Jen and Jamie. As it got dark I went up to my room. I showered and got dressed.

I went searching for a good scotch. I'm a social introvert. I like being around people, but I don't feel the need to interact with them. I know that probably sounds strange, but that's how I am. Anyway, the point is, I like people watching.

I found a place called Aromas right on Collins Avenue. They served high end single malt scotch and perfectly cooked steaks. I was in heaven!

I was lucky to get one of the coveted tables on the sidewalk. At the table I enjoyed my scotch as I watched people walk by. It was a great view too. Pretty young girls showing a lot of really nice long legs. The steak was excellent, a big marbled bone-in rib eye, charred on the outside and medium rare inside. I was alone but still I had a really good evening, sipping really good scotch as I watched a lot of shapely tanned legs walk by. I tried not to think about Jen and how I was missing her.

I walked back to the Delano around midnight. Well, staggered was probably more accurate. I felt half-drunk from the scotch. But I wasn't too bad. Once back I decided to go up to the roof top club.

The roof top at the Delano was THE happening place in South Beach. All the beautiful people were there.

I was hoping to see Jen there. After all, the Delano roof top WAS the place to be, and Jamie worked at the hotel. But they never showed up, at least not while I was there. At 1am I got up to go to my room.

I heard a name call me and I turned. It was Jasmine Kelly!

"Mike is that you?" Jasmine said surprised. "God, how are you?"

Pretty drunk I thought to myself. Of course I didn't say that. Instead I said "I'm good. What brings you here?" I tried not to slur my words.

"I'm doing a story on bullying in sports," she said. "I'm interviewing Coach Philbin on Saturday." She shrugged and grimaced. "I don't like doing sports stories. I'm trying to be a serious reporter. Whenever I do anything close to sports all the bloggers talk about how I should go back to ESPN."

"Bullying in sports is an important story Jasmine," I said. "And with your background in sports you probably can do a better job than anyone else at CNN. Coach Philbin will probably open up to you more than Anderson Cooper."

"You're a nice guy Mike," she said giving me a crooked grin. "Where's your wife? Are you here by yourself?"

"She's here. She's with girlfriends tonight," I lied.

"Okay you're single tonight so you have to have a drink with me," Jasmine said smiling at me.

"I'm kinda already smashed," I said.

"Then one more won't hurt!" she said with a laugh. She hooked her arm in mine. "Come on, one drink."

"Okay," I said with a laugh back. I joked, "Do me a favor though, no more pictures in the paper. That got me in trouble with Jen."

"Sorry about that," she said with another laugh. We walked to the bar. We got drinks and sat on one of the big rectangular cushioned lounge chairs.

I couldn't help noticing how stunningly beautiful she was. Of course I saw her all the time on CNN but she looked even more gorgeous in person. Jen wore her blonde hair long, but Jasmine's blonde hair was even longer. She had her legs crossed sitting on the lounge chair and was showing a lot of firm tanned thigh. My heart beat faster being so close to her. Jen has the best legs in the world, but sitting there at that moment, I think Jasmine's might run a close second.

We talked and laughed about everything and nothing. She was really easy to talk to. I was having a great time being with her.

Always the reporter, Jasmine eventually asked "What's new in your world? How's Sapphire doing?"

My face clouded over at the mention of Sapphire, and Jasmine saw it. She WAS a reporter after all. "What's going on Mike?" she pressed.

I don't know what came over me. Maybe because I was drunk. Maybe because I missed Jen. Maybe because Jasmine was beautiful and I didn't want her to leave. For whatever reason, I started talking.

"We've been working on scaling Sapphire up," I said.

"What's that mean?"

"The original Sapphire is structured for large investors," I explained. "It can handle small investors if they pool together, but the logistics are complicated. We've been working on a new version of Sapphire so any size investor can buy in."

"Okay," Jasmine said uncertainly. "So this is a big thing?"

"Sapphire is all about providing transparency to the market. If you've got transparency, you've got trust, stability, accountability. No more Wall Street scandals that crater the market and hurt the little guy. Everyone makes money, large and small investors. But right now the granularity of Sapphire is too big. What we're doing is scaling Sapphire to refine the granularity to the trade level."

"You mean ... transparency at the trade level?" Jasmine asked, processing what I'd said.

"Yeah," I said. She was getting it.

"Okay, I think I see the advantages," she said. "But transparency at the trade level? That sounds 1984-ish. Big Brother knows everything."

I nodded, impressed. She'd gotten it right away. "Yeah, that's the issue."

I could see the wheels turning in Jasmine's head. She was realizing the implications. The new Sapphire would provide a more stable, lucrative market. But at the expense of privacy.

"Mike, this sounds like a big story," she said her eyes boring holes into me.

I didn't say anything.

"Can I quote you? Will you do an interview?"

"No," I said. "This is all confidential with the SEC. You can't name me as a source."

"How can I follow up on this?" she asked.

"Call Ryan Hatch at the SEC," I suggested. "Tell him you've heard rumors. See what he says."

She nodded. "Mike, this story is huge," she said looking grateful. "Why are you giving me this?"

Because I'm drunk, I thought. Because I miss my wife and I'm lonely. And horny. Because you're gorgeous. Because you have amazing legs and look fucking incredible in those high heels!

"I better get going," I said instead.

She put her hand on my arm, stopping me. I couldn't help noticing how soft and warm her hand felt. "How can I thank you for this?" she said looking into my eyes. Was that an invitation in her eyes? An offer?

I felt my heart quicken. I stood up. "It was good seeing you Jasmine," I said. Then I went down to my room.

Inside my room I was surprised to see it was 4am. I'd spoken to Jasmine for almost 3 hours. Where had the time gone?

I checked my phone. Jen hadn't texted or called. Frustrated, I threw the phone on the bed. I tried not to be hurt, I tried to keep my anger in check. This was how the game worked. She couldn't be in two places. When she was with another guy, she wasn't with me. I signed up for this, I wanted this, and she warned me she was going to be with Jamie this weekend.

But she couldn't send me a fucking text?!!

I was horny. Yes, horny thinking of what Jamie was doing with my wife. I couldn't help it, even despite (or because of) my jealousy and hurt. I took out my cock and jerked off. As I fantasized about Jen with Jamie, images of Jasmine Kelly and her long legs flitted into my fantasies.