24-12-2018, 12:48 PM
As I waited I googled the Miami lacrosse team. Jamie was a mid-fielder, a 3 year starter. He wasn't a superstar, but he was pretty good. The last couple of years he made 2nd team All-ACC.
Watching the clock was like watching water boil. I checked ESPN again and saw the game ended at 4:10. I did a calculation in my head. Jamie would need to do team stuff and then shower and dress. Say he gets out by 5:30. He says bye to his parents. So he and Jen start driving to South Beach at 6:00. It was a 30 minute drive but say with traffic they get here by 7:00.
Jen said she'd call when they started driving over. Around 6 by my calculation. I turned on ESPN and told myself to chill.
She hadn't called by 630. I told myself to calm down.
No call by 7pm. My gut started to rumble.
At 730 I started getting angry and hurt. Even if they left campus now they wouldn't get here until 830 or later. Was she blowing me off again?
Suddenly my phone rang. I lurched for it. "It's me honey," Jen said.
"I thought you were leaving right after the game!" I practically shouted into the phone.
"We did baby," she said soothingly. "We're here in the hotel."
Oh. I felt like a dumb ass. Feeling foolish I said "Sorry I thought you said you'd call when you started driving."
"I did say that but Jamie's friends drove with us so I didn't get a chance," she explained. "We're in the Rose Bar but we won't be here long, can you come down?"
I bolted for the elevator. I didn't know what was going on but assumed Jen would explain.
Downstairs Jen intercepted me before I got to the Rose Bar. It was so good to see her! She pulled me into an empty hallway and melted into my arms. "I missed you baby," she said hugging and kissing me.
"I missed you so much!" I gushed holding her tight. Her hair fell around my face and I caught the scent of fresh strawberries of her shampoo. I pulled away to look at her. God she looked achingly hot! She wore one of her new dresses, a clingy number held up by thin spaghetti straps that ended way above her knees. The dress had a swoop back showing a lot of her smooth soft skin. There was no way she was wearing a bra with that outfit, and that was confirmed by the dents her nipples made in the bodice. She topped the outfit with stiletto high heels.
"Jen you look so incredible!" I gushed.
"Thanks baby," she said beaming into my eyes.
Then I glanced at her left hand and a cloud passed over my face. She wasn't wearing her wedding rings.
She saw my mood change and immediately said "Let me explain." She pulled me deeper into the hallway, I guess fearing I was about to lose it. "Some of Jamie's new co-workers are going clubbing with us tonight. He wants to make a good impression. I'm his girlfriend tonight, so I can't wear my rings. You understand that, don't you Mike?"
I clutched my fists, trying to contain my jealousy and anger. "It's always going to be something Jen!" I said. "What about next time? Won't it be the same thing then? This was one of our rules Jen!"
"It's different tonight baby," she said soothingly, rubbing my arm. "You were worried about me forgetting you. But you're here, you'll be with us. That makes it different, right?"
"But what about next time?"
"Mike, honey, let's just worry about tonight," she said, almost pleading. I looked at her and suddenly noticed she had her cum face on. She wanted me to agree because she desperately wanted to be with Jamie tonight.
My sudden lust pushed away my jealousy and hurt. "Okay, okay," I said. "So how does tonight work?"
She smiled and kissed me, clearly relieved. "It's easy. You're Jamie's friend. He promised to play along. You'll know some of the other people from Cancun but they're Jamie's friends, they won't say anything."
"Okay, I got it," I said.
"Thanks honey," she said kissing me again. "I really love you, you know that right? We're just playing our game, it doesn't mean anything."
"Yeah, I know," I said. I kissed her back. "I love you too Jen."
She smiled into my eyes and squeezed my hand. "We better get back. We're not staying here. Drinks are too expensive for Jamie and his friends."
"Okay," I said. I understood that. Drinks here were $20 or more.
We started walking back to the bar when Jen stopped me. "Mike, honey, remember," she said. "I'm with Jamie this weekend. Okay?"
"Yeah, I got it," I said. We started walking to the bar again and I automatically reached for her hand.
"Mike no," she said pulling her hand back.
"Oh yeah, right sorry," I said shaking my head. It wouldn't do for Jamie's co-workers to see his hot new girlfriend walk in holding another guy's hand.
As we approached Jen separated from me and went up to Jamie. She smiled and kissed him, and slipped her arm in his.
Jamie introduced me around. His co-workers were Karl, Ben and Stu. I recognized some people from Cancun but just barely. Jen was the social butterfly, not me.
We went down the street to a dive bar called Anchors Away (or AA to the locals, a really bad joke). Jen walked ahead with Jamie, holding his hand. She laughed and leaned into him, reminding me of how they'd been in Cancun not too long ago.
I fell in step with Karl, who seemed to be about my age (we were the two oldest there). Karl was the regular bartender at the Rose Bar. He was also the head sommelier and managed the wine cellar, so he was an important guy at the Delano.
"Oh yeah, I remember you from last night," Karl said. I'd gotten a drink there before going out and discovering Aromas.
We shook hands and made small talk. Karl struck me as one of those "I'm better than you" bartenders. He was a good looking guy I guess, but he was arrogant too. Whatever. I'd probably never see him again after tonight. It turns out we were both baseball fans so we chatted about our local teams.
AA was packed but Karl talked to a few people and scored us a table (I guess there's a bartenders fraternity or something).
Jen and Jamie sat across from me. We hung out together as a group. Jen had one long leg crossed over the other and was showing a lot of thigh. As time went on she periodically adjusted her skirt, shifting in her seat, pulling it down.
As the group talked, Jamie had his arm around Jen softly stroking her shoulder. Later he had his hand on her thigh. She often leaned into him and whispered into his ear. They were definitely playing the new boyfriend/girlfriend thing up. Their casual intimacy really turned me on.
They got up to dance and my eyes followed Jen. Her long legs looked amazing in the short skirt and high heels.
"Good eye candy huh?" Karl said.
I realized he was watching her walk away with Jamie too. "Definitely," I said, deciding to play along.
His eyes were locked on Jen's ass. "No way she's wearing anything under that dress."
She definitely wasn't wearing a bra, not with that swoop back. I focused on her ass. The slinky dress really hugged her cheeks. I looked for lines but I didn't see any. "I think you're right," I said to Karl. The realization got me even more lustful. The dress was so short it ended just a couple inches below her pussy. No wonder she kept adjusting her skirt.
I watched them dance but it wasn't the outrageous dirty dancing from Cancun. I guess Jen was more reserved back home in the USA, especially with Jamie's new co-workers here. Still she looked really hot on the dance floor.
"I'm going to ask her to dance when they get back," Karl announced, his eyes locked on Jen.
"I thought she was Jamie's girlfriend," I said.
Karl laughed and gave me a "you don't know who I am" kind of look. He grinned and said "Maybe not after tonight."
I looked back to the dance floor. This will be interesting, I thought to myself.
They returned after a while. Sweat covered Jen's brow after dancing consecutive fast dances. She gulped down her margarita and Jamie ordered her another one. His arm possessively went back around her shoulder, like she was his. My cock was rock hard.
The dancing had tussled her hair. She ran her fingers through it, but still some of her blonde locks fell over her pretty face. The nipples of her small breasts were hard from the dancing and poked through the thin fabric of her dress. God she looked so pretty! And so fucking hot!
Clearly Karl was taken by her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. After another round of drinks Karl got up and said to Jen "Wanna dance?" Karl looked at Jamie and said dismissively, "That's alright with you Jamie, right." He said it as a statement, not a question.
Jen glanced at Jamie. Jamie had a scowl on his face and was about to say something. I knew this was not good, Jamie might be about to tell his future boss to fuck off.
Then Jen said "Thanks Karl but I'm still catching my breath."
"Maybe later then," Karl said hopefully.
"Yeah maybe," Jen replied, but it was like she'd already forgotten about him. She leaned into Jamie and pulled his arm tighter around her, kissing his hand. She looked away from Karl and talked to other people as if he had ceased to exist.
Having been so thoroughly and utterly rejected, Karl said quick goodbyes and left.
Jen's behavior seemed foreign to me. I couldn't figure it out at first, but then I realized ... she'd stood up for Jamie. Another guy - Karl - hit on her right in front of Jamie, and she'd roasted him alive, staying completely loyal to her "boyfriend."
With me, her response would've been the opposite. Maybe she wouldn't have danced with Karl. But she wouldn't have completely rejected him. She would've flirted and charmed him before sending him away. And in some cases - if she felt mischievous - she WOULD have danced with Karl. Sure, she acted this way because of our game. But she'd acted that way even before we started playing the game, before Ricky happened.
I wondered why Jen acted one way with me, and differently with Jamie. It kind of surprised me. I mean, I'd been with Jen for years, I knew her better than anyone. Still, what she did sometimes surprised me. It was like I didn't know her as well as I thought.
I guess Jen noticed my distraction. She tilted her head and gave me a questioning look, as if saying "is everything okay?"
I gave her a subtle nod of my head, telling her everything was fine. I wasn't upset. But it was something I wanted to talk about later. As it turned out, I didn't talk to Jen about this until very much later.
Jen pretty much gave Jamie all her attention. But she wasn't mean to me, as she'd been in Cancun. True, she didn't pay attention to me, but that made sense, she was with Jamie not me. She did look and smile at me from time to time, like she was checking up on me. One time she even gave my hand a quick squeeze under the table.
Watching the clock was like watching water boil. I checked ESPN again and saw the game ended at 4:10. I did a calculation in my head. Jamie would need to do team stuff and then shower and dress. Say he gets out by 5:30. He says bye to his parents. So he and Jen start driving to South Beach at 6:00. It was a 30 minute drive but say with traffic they get here by 7:00.
Jen said she'd call when they started driving over. Around 6 by my calculation. I turned on ESPN and told myself to chill.
She hadn't called by 630. I told myself to calm down.
No call by 7pm. My gut started to rumble.
At 730 I started getting angry and hurt. Even if they left campus now they wouldn't get here until 830 or later. Was she blowing me off again?
Suddenly my phone rang. I lurched for it. "It's me honey," Jen said.
"I thought you were leaving right after the game!" I practically shouted into the phone.
"We did baby," she said soothingly. "We're here in the hotel."
Oh. I felt like a dumb ass. Feeling foolish I said "Sorry I thought you said you'd call when you started driving."
"I did say that but Jamie's friends drove with us so I didn't get a chance," she explained. "We're in the Rose Bar but we won't be here long, can you come down?"
I bolted for the elevator. I didn't know what was going on but assumed Jen would explain.
Downstairs Jen intercepted me before I got to the Rose Bar. It was so good to see her! She pulled me into an empty hallway and melted into my arms. "I missed you baby," she said hugging and kissing me.
"I missed you so much!" I gushed holding her tight. Her hair fell around my face and I caught the scent of fresh strawberries of her shampoo. I pulled away to look at her. God she looked achingly hot! She wore one of her new dresses, a clingy number held up by thin spaghetti straps that ended way above her knees. The dress had a swoop back showing a lot of her smooth soft skin. There was no way she was wearing a bra with that outfit, and that was confirmed by the dents her nipples made in the bodice. She topped the outfit with stiletto high heels.
"Jen you look so incredible!" I gushed.
"Thanks baby," she said beaming into my eyes.
Then I glanced at her left hand and a cloud passed over my face. She wasn't wearing her wedding rings.
She saw my mood change and immediately said "Let me explain." She pulled me deeper into the hallway, I guess fearing I was about to lose it. "Some of Jamie's new co-workers are going clubbing with us tonight. He wants to make a good impression. I'm his girlfriend tonight, so I can't wear my rings. You understand that, don't you Mike?"
I clutched my fists, trying to contain my jealousy and anger. "It's always going to be something Jen!" I said. "What about next time? Won't it be the same thing then? This was one of our rules Jen!"
"It's different tonight baby," she said soothingly, rubbing my arm. "You were worried about me forgetting you. But you're here, you'll be with us. That makes it different, right?"
"But what about next time?"
"Mike, honey, let's just worry about tonight," she said, almost pleading. I looked at her and suddenly noticed she had her cum face on. She wanted me to agree because she desperately wanted to be with Jamie tonight.
My sudden lust pushed away my jealousy and hurt. "Okay, okay," I said. "So how does tonight work?"
She smiled and kissed me, clearly relieved. "It's easy. You're Jamie's friend. He promised to play along. You'll know some of the other people from Cancun but they're Jamie's friends, they won't say anything."
"Okay, I got it," I said.
"Thanks honey," she said kissing me again. "I really love you, you know that right? We're just playing our game, it doesn't mean anything."
"Yeah, I know," I said. I kissed her back. "I love you too Jen."
She smiled into my eyes and squeezed my hand. "We better get back. We're not staying here. Drinks are too expensive for Jamie and his friends."
"Okay," I said. I understood that. Drinks here were $20 or more.
We started walking back to the bar when Jen stopped me. "Mike, honey, remember," she said. "I'm with Jamie this weekend. Okay?"
"Yeah, I got it," I said. We started walking to the bar again and I automatically reached for her hand.
"Mike no," she said pulling her hand back.
"Oh yeah, right sorry," I said shaking my head. It wouldn't do for Jamie's co-workers to see his hot new girlfriend walk in holding another guy's hand.
As we approached Jen separated from me and went up to Jamie. She smiled and kissed him, and slipped her arm in his.
Jamie introduced me around. His co-workers were Karl, Ben and Stu. I recognized some people from Cancun but just barely. Jen was the social butterfly, not me.
We went down the street to a dive bar called Anchors Away (or AA to the locals, a really bad joke). Jen walked ahead with Jamie, holding his hand. She laughed and leaned into him, reminding me of how they'd been in Cancun not too long ago.
I fell in step with Karl, who seemed to be about my age (we were the two oldest there). Karl was the regular bartender at the Rose Bar. He was also the head sommelier and managed the wine cellar, so he was an important guy at the Delano.
"Oh yeah, I remember you from last night," Karl said. I'd gotten a drink there before going out and discovering Aromas.
We shook hands and made small talk. Karl struck me as one of those "I'm better than you" bartenders. He was a good looking guy I guess, but he was arrogant too. Whatever. I'd probably never see him again after tonight. It turns out we were both baseball fans so we chatted about our local teams.
AA was packed but Karl talked to a few people and scored us a table (I guess there's a bartenders fraternity or something).
Jen and Jamie sat across from me. We hung out together as a group. Jen had one long leg crossed over the other and was showing a lot of thigh. As time went on she periodically adjusted her skirt, shifting in her seat, pulling it down.
As the group talked, Jamie had his arm around Jen softly stroking her shoulder. Later he had his hand on her thigh. She often leaned into him and whispered into his ear. They were definitely playing the new boyfriend/girlfriend thing up. Their casual intimacy really turned me on.
They got up to dance and my eyes followed Jen. Her long legs looked amazing in the short skirt and high heels.
"Good eye candy huh?" Karl said.
I realized he was watching her walk away with Jamie too. "Definitely," I said, deciding to play along.
His eyes were locked on Jen's ass. "No way she's wearing anything under that dress."
She definitely wasn't wearing a bra, not with that swoop back. I focused on her ass. The slinky dress really hugged her cheeks. I looked for lines but I didn't see any. "I think you're right," I said to Karl. The realization got me even more lustful. The dress was so short it ended just a couple inches below her pussy. No wonder she kept adjusting her skirt.
I watched them dance but it wasn't the outrageous dirty dancing from Cancun. I guess Jen was more reserved back home in the USA, especially with Jamie's new co-workers here. Still she looked really hot on the dance floor.
"I'm going to ask her to dance when they get back," Karl announced, his eyes locked on Jen.
"I thought she was Jamie's girlfriend," I said.
Karl laughed and gave me a "you don't know who I am" kind of look. He grinned and said "Maybe not after tonight."
I looked back to the dance floor. This will be interesting, I thought to myself.
They returned after a while. Sweat covered Jen's brow after dancing consecutive fast dances. She gulped down her margarita and Jamie ordered her another one. His arm possessively went back around her shoulder, like she was his. My cock was rock hard.
The dancing had tussled her hair. She ran her fingers through it, but still some of her blonde locks fell over her pretty face. The nipples of her small breasts were hard from the dancing and poked through the thin fabric of her dress. God she looked so pretty! And so fucking hot!
Clearly Karl was taken by her, he couldn't take his eyes off her. After another round of drinks Karl got up and said to Jen "Wanna dance?" Karl looked at Jamie and said dismissively, "That's alright with you Jamie, right." He said it as a statement, not a question.
Jen glanced at Jamie. Jamie had a scowl on his face and was about to say something. I knew this was not good, Jamie might be about to tell his future boss to fuck off.
Then Jen said "Thanks Karl but I'm still catching my breath."
"Maybe later then," Karl said hopefully.
"Yeah maybe," Jen replied, but it was like she'd already forgotten about him. She leaned into Jamie and pulled his arm tighter around her, kissing his hand. She looked away from Karl and talked to other people as if he had ceased to exist.
Having been so thoroughly and utterly rejected, Karl said quick goodbyes and left.
Jen's behavior seemed foreign to me. I couldn't figure it out at first, but then I realized ... she'd stood up for Jamie. Another guy - Karl - hit on her right in front of Jamie, and she'd roasted him alive, staying completely loyal to her "boyfriend."
With me, her response would've been the opposite. Maybe she wouldn't have danced with Karl. But she wouldn't have completely rejected him. She would've flirted and charmed him before sending him away. And in some cases - if she felt mischievous - she WOULD have danced with Karl. Sure, she acted this way because of our game. But she'd acted that way even before we started playing the game, before Ricky happened.
I wondered why Jen acted one way with me, and differently with Jamie. It kind of surprised me. I mean, I'd been with Jen for years, I knew her better than anyone. Still, what she did sometimes surprised me. It was like I didn't know her as well as I thought.
I guess Jen noticed my distraction. She tilted her head and gave me a questioning look, as if saying "is everything okay?"
I gave her a subtle nod of my head, telling her everything was fine. I wasn't upset. But it was something I wanted to talk about later. As it turned out, I didn't talk to Jen about this until very much later.
Jen pretty much gave Jamie all her attention. But she wasn't mean to me, as she'd been in Cancun. True, she didn't pay attention to me, but that made sense, she was with Jamie not me. She did look and smile at me from time to time, like she was checking up on me. One time she even gave my hand a quick squeeze under the table.
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