Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Consequences Pt. 14

Author's note: There was this comment on the last chapter.

Two criticisms on this chapter

05/17/14 By: raggmopp

I have enjoyed all your writing and, unlike many of your critics, I do see the characters changing over time with each new lover Jen takes on. However, I have two criticisms on this chapter.

As many others have pointed out Jen is taking a terrible risk getting involved with Drums without requiring he get tested for STDs first. She and Mike knew the high risk life style he leads and, although they are both way out of the mainstream in their own sexual behavior, they are both presented as intelligent individuals. This makes their behavior with Drums out of character and, frankly, unbelievable.

My second comment has to do with the fact that this chapter covers about two months and the government and Mike's company would have acted by now on his decimation of Sapphire. Even if they hadn't traced the problem to him, they would have contacted him since he was the principal architect of the system.

Thanks for the comment raggmopp. Here are the answers:

(1) This is a very good point, and I should have mentioned this before now. In the universe of this story, STDs are not as prevalent as they are in our world. So when Jen lets a guy fuck her bareback and cum inside her, she only has to worry about getting pregnant, not getting a STD. It's easier to focus on the pregnancy thing if I don't have to worry about STDs. Now, you may think this is complete bullshit, but hey, this is fiction, and you enjoy TV and movies with zombies, vampires and mutants, right?

(2) This is an easy one. The new Sapphire's not been launched yet, and won't be for a few more chapters. The government keeps asking for more code mods. And it's been a challenge to make the changes with Mike gone.

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Consequences - Part 14

~~ Week 2 ~~

The next morning Jen was still too sore for intercourse, and she had to hurry to work for a Memphis staff meeting anyway. "I promise, tonight," she assured Mike.

As she hurriedly dressed, she asked "So you're good with seeing Frankie tonight?"

"Yeah, but Jen, I want to spend some time alone with you," he said.

"I know baby, I do too," she said soothingly, rubbing his arm. "We'll have dinner, talk with Frankie, then send him home." She laughed. "Believe me, I'm too sore for another night with him!"

"We need to talk," Mike said. "Things are going really fast."

"Does that bother you?" Jen said concerned. "I thought you wanted that."

"I do, I want you to let yourself go, to enjoy it," Mike said. "But I still want to talk to you about it."

"Okay," she said. She paused a moment in her hurry to get to work. Thoughtfully she said, "I think what you said yesterday is right. I've been working so hard, the stress's so intense. Frankie's lifestyle really appeals to be now, that's why it's going so fast."

"I understand honey. It's okay if it goes fast," Mike said hugging her. "We just need some alone time because communication is really important."

"You're right," Jen said hugging him back. "We'll talk to Frankie for a little while tonight and then send him away. We'll have the rest of tonight just for us."

Mike smiled. He said "I know things are really stressful at work. You know honey, you don't have to work, we have enough money."

"I know," she said smiling gratefully at Mike. "But everyone's counting on me. Anyway, what would I do?"

"I've been thinking, you know how you used to volunteer at St. Marthas?" Mike said smiling. "We could move to State College. We could go to all the football and basketball games."

"Wow, I never thought of that," she said thinking about Mike's idea.

"Think about it baby," Mike said. "It'd be nice to get out of the fast lane."

Jen had an extra bounce in her step that day. Things were ultra-stressful at work. So many people were counting on her. But the weekend with Frankie had been a big stress reliever, and she was excited to see him again that night, if only for a little while.

"You seem chipper today," Allie said walking into Jen's office.

"Yeah, I am," Jen said smiling. Normally Allie would ask if her good mood was due to a new lover, but she didn't this time. In fact, Allie never asked about the game anymore.

She knew Allie and Darren were getting really close. They were exclusive now, and she knew Allie fretted about Darren's old BBC bull lifestyle. Allie wanted that part of Darren's old life permanently over. Jen had been part of that old life, having been with Darren twice. That was why Allie didn't want to talk about the game.

Jen lamented this wall between them. In the past Jen would've told Allie all about Frankie, and they would've gossiped and giggled like collegegirls talking about Frankie and Malcolm and all the possibilities. The old Allie would've loved the Ramones's happy-go-lucky, party-all-the-time lifestyle, and more than likely she would've joined Jen in all the partying and fun.

It would've been fun to share all this with Allie. Jen was infatuated with Frankie and his lifestyle. It was temporary of course. Still, there were things Jen could tell Allie she couldn't tell Mike, not without risking bad hurt territory. She regretted not being able to talk to Allie about Frankie and all the fun and excitement she was having with him.

Scott joined them a few minutes later. With her two main lieutenants, they brainstormed ideas for their Memphis trip next week. After she left, Jen glanced at the New York Times. There was a glowing review of the Ramones concert the past weekend. Thinking of the Ramones she called Frankie.

"Hey slut," Drums said as he answered.

"Oh god stop," Jen said with a disbelieving laugh.

"I'm not kidding," Drums said. "Tell me you're a slut Jen."

"Frankie stop, I'm at work," Jen whispered into the phone.

"Tell me you're a slut," Drums insisted.

Jen hesitated, feeling her nipples hardening. "I'm a slut," she whispered.

"Did you fuck Mike this morning?" he asked.

"No, jerk, I was too sore," Jen said.

"Good. Your pussy's mine slut, I don't want him inside you until I leave New York," he said.

"Have you, like, been thinking about this all day?" Jen asked with a laugh. "Listen Frankie I don't play that game. Mike's my husband, he can do whatever he wants to me whenever he wants."

"But he didn't fuck you this morning did he?" he playfully taunted her, making his point.

"God you're such an ass," Jen said laughing again.

Drums laughed too. "I'm just messing with your head."

"I know," she said, and they both laughed. "Do you want to come to dinner tonight? Around 630?"

"Definitely," Drums said.

Mike was horny all day. When Jen got home he pulled her into his arms.

"Mike, Frankie will be here soon," she said giggling, pushing him away.

"Come on, a quickie," he said grabbing her again. "I'm so hot for you honey."

"Later, I promise," Jen said giggling and wiggling out of his arms. "But baby, I'm still really sore from this weekend. You'll have to be gentle, okay?"

Mike served drinks when Drums arrived. Unsurprisingly, things were awkward between Mike and Drums. They'd known each other for years, friends but not close, and now Drums was fucking his wife, had gotten Jen to admit he fucked her better than Mike.

Drums had thought of that though. "Feel like a smoke?" he asked grinning, pulling out a few joints.

"I'd love a smoke!" Jen said also sensing the tension and awkwardness in the room.

"Yeah," Mike agreed.

Drums lit a joint and inhaled a long puff, then handed it to Jen. Jen did the same and handed it to Mike. He inhaled the smoke, holding it in his lungs as he handed the joint back to Drums. Without talking they shared the joint. When it was gone Drums lit another one.

Feeling more at ease, Mike asked "What do you go by now, Drums or Frankie?"

"I mostly still go by Drums," Drums said with a shrug.

"Okay," Mike said hesitantly. This was embarrassing to discuss with someone he'd known in college. "So, I guess Jen's told you we have an open relationship."

"Yeah man," Drums said. "I never thought you'd be into that kind of shit Mike." He quickly added "But it's really cool!"

"Yeah well ..." Mike said his cheeks going red with embarrassment.

"We'd like to keep it a secret between us," Jen said to Drums. She sat next to Mike and held his hand.

"Absolutely, I won't tell anyone," Drums promised.

Jen smiled reassuringly at Mike, rubbing his arm. She could tell he was embarrassed to talk about this with someone he knew from college. "Frankie, I told you Mike might watch us sometimes," she said.

"I'm cool with that," Drums said immediately. She smiled a silent "thank you" at him for not making an issue of this.

"Not just when we're having sex; hanging out too," Jen said, knowing what her husband liked.

"Okay," Drums said with a shrug. "Just tell me how you want to play it."

"I'd rather your friends not know I'm Jen's husband," Mike said, finally breaking his silence.

"Okay," Drums said thinking. "Our business manager's Artie," he said coming up with an idea. "You've got a lot of money, right? You could tell Artie you want to be a sponsor or something. If you're willing to drop some cash you can hang out all you want and no one will think you're Jen's husband."

"That's a good idea," Mike said smiling. Jen beamed at Drums.

"One thing Drums," Mike said his arm protectively around his wife. "When Jen's with you, I expect you to take care of her."

Jen smiled at Mike and leaned into him, rubbing his arm.

"Absolutely Mike, I'll take care of her, I swear," Drums promised.

With that out of the way, they had dinner and avoided talking more about the game. It wasn't too hard as they laughed and reminisced about their college days.

It was almost 10 when Jen said to Drums, "I'm sorry to make you eat and run, but I've got a long day tomorrow."