Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Mike, I can't go, we have too much work to do," Jen said.

"You owe me, after my Ring of Power idea," he said grinning.

"I do," she said giggling. "Where did you come up with that?"

"You should watch more science fiction movies," Mike said grinning.

"Uh huh sure," Jen said with playful sarcasm. "Not!"

"You can take the weekend off," Mike said. "You owe me. I want you to spend the weekend with Drums."

"Oh you do, do you?" Jen said with a teasing voice. She thought about it. Allie, Scott and Calvin probably could handle things this weekend. In fact, they'd get more done with their teams if she wasn't around looking over their shoulders. "Okay, let's go."

In the taxi Mike said "I'm dropping you off at the airport," he said.

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"I'm going to London," he explained. "My flight's later. I'm going home to get some stuff."

"Wait, I don't understand," Jen said.

"It works out better this way," Mike said. "We only have a few weeks left. You can spend all weekend alone with Drums. I want you too."

"But why are you going to London?"

"Most of your software programmers are in London," Mike said. "I need to get them working on the Ring. I can't do it myself, it'll probably be over a million lines of code."

"I'm coming to London with you then," Jen said.

"Baby, I want you to spend the weekend with Drums," Mike insisted. "This is my wish right?"

"I'll feel guilty if I'm playing with Frankie while you're working in London," Jen said.

"But that's what I want, and you owe me after today," Mike insisted. Then he added "Also, I'm doing Darren a favor."

"What?" Jen asked.

"Remember Stacy, the girl Darren got pregnant?" Mike said. "She's had the baby, but now she and her husband are going through a tough patch. Darren asked me to talk to them, try to help them work it out."

"Okay," Jen said, her head spinning. Mike was throwing a lot at her. "I still feel bad about going to Miami without you."

"I want you to honey," Mike assured her. "I want you to be his girlfriend this weekend. Seriously, I want you to let yourself go, like last weekend."

"Okay," Jen said.

Mike heard the uncertainty in Jen's voice. "I really mean it," he said. He took her left hand and slid her wedding and engagement rings from her finger. "You're not my wife. You're Drums's girlfriend. Until we see each other Sunday night." He slipped the rings in his pocket.

"Okay," Jen said with a resigned laugh. "You're so bad."

At the airport Mike took out Jen's bags from the trunk. He moved to kiss her goodbye but Jen stepped away. "No goodbye kiss for your husband?" Mike said with a grin.

"You used to be my husband," Jen said with a teasingly smile. Feeling playful, she gave Mike a stern look and said "I have a boyfriend now Mike, you have to get used to that." She smiled seeing Mike's sudden look of tortured lust on his face.

On the plane Jen reflected on the day. Mike had literally turned defeat into victory. He was the hero (again!). Yet instead of being with him, she was flying off to be with her lover. No, more than her lover. Her boyfriend.

She had to keep reminding herself that this was what Mike wanted. Otherwise she'd go crazy with guilt.

Frankie kissed Jen when he picked her up at the Miami airport. Not having to worry about being seen, Jen melted into him, kissing him back, enjoying the feel of his body. They traded tongue until a smiling security officer offer good naturedly told them to move along. They laughed and Jen took Drum's arm as he led her out of the airport to his rental car.

They were fucking 5 minutes later, in the back seat of the rental car, just like teenagers. Jen was on top of Drums, her skirt pushed up around her waist, her panties somewhere in the front seat. Jen planted her lips over his as she rode him hard, her arms around his neck.

Drums ripped opened her blouse and pushed her bra up. He roughly groped her tits and twisted her nipples hard, making her yelp in pain. But it felt so good! "Treat me like a slut!" she hissed into his mouth.

She came moments later. Then Drums flipped her onto her back and mounted her missionary. It was cramped because he was tall, but he braced his feet against the door for more leverage, fucking Jen harder than ever! Jen grimaced as she felt like he was ripping her open, he was so fucking thick and he was ramming her so hard she feared a bruise on the top of her head from repeatedly being slammed into the door. Finally he came, but not before making Jen cum again on his cock.

"I'm gonna fuck you all weekend long," he said panting, cradling her in his arms.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she said beaming into his eyes. She traced the tattoos on his arms. "You're so freaking incredible," she gushed.

"You're coming with me tomorrow, to the tattoo parlor, right?" he asked as she continued to trace the tattoos on his arms.

"I wouldn't miss it," she said smiling into his eyes.

"We can get you one, right here," he said sliding his finger just above her ass. "Give Mike a welcome home present."

"I don't know about that," Jen said with a laugh.

"I can't believe I've got you all to myself again this weekend," he said smiling into her eyes.

"Mike had to go to London," Jen said.

"If you were my wife I'd never let you out of my sight," he said.

"Hey, we said we wouldn't talk about him, remember?" she said. She said it like a joke, but she was serious. He was starting to make her feel guilty again.

Drums sense her mood change. He quickly changed the subject. "We better get going, the party's already started."

"Awesome!" she said, excited to see Frankie's friends again. "But can we stop so I can change?"

The party was in full force when Jen and Drums arrived. Luckily the band was staying at the Mandarin Oriental hotel across the causeway, far enough from the Delano Jen didn't have to worry about running into Jamie.

Jen was welcomed by a loud chorus of enthusiastic hellos from Frankie's friends. A martini and joint were pushed into her hands at almost the same time, making her laugh. Jen sucked down hard on the joint, holding the rich magic smoke in her lungs for a ten count before finally exhaling. She immediately felt a wave of relaxed euphoria pass through her body. She leaned into Drums and he kissed her, making her spill the martini. They both giggled and laughed, and almost immediately another martini was pushed into her hand, along with another joint. Good sense prevailed and she passed on the joint. It was going to be a long night and she needed to pace herself.

Jen went into the kitchen for a towel to wipe the martini off her arm. Malcolm followed her in. For a moment they were alone. "Looking good Jen," he said admiringly, taking a towel and wiping her arm. He wiped her soft and slow, so it was like a caress.

He looked her up and down. He liked what he saw. A lot. Jen had changed from her sexy but classy designer dress into a filmy number that looked more like a negligee than a dress. It was partially see through but had a floral pattern that (mostly) managed to cover her most private parts. The short dress ended way above her knees, showing off almost all her long shapely legs. She wore black high heels making her legs look even longer.

Underneath she wore a black unlined lacy bra and matching panties. The panties were little more than a g-string. She didn't wear hose. Miami was too hot and anyway her long legs were tanned from Cancun and her other visits to Miami to see Jamie.

The dress was actually a Christian Dior, but was definitely going towards the slutty side. She didn't care. She didn't have to worry about running into anyone from home, and she wanted to party with Frankie and his friends!

Mal took out a joint and lit it. "Want a hit?" he asked her.

"Sure," Jen said holding out her hand for the joint.

To her surprise, Mal didn't hand it to her. Instead he took a long drag, and then he planted his lips over Jen's. He clamped his hand behind her head holding her tight, and as he kissed her the sweet marijuana smoke passed from his lungs to her's.

Mal tongued her and felt up her tits before Jen finally pushed him away. "Next time just give me the joint," Jen said coughing.

"God I want you so much!" Malcolm said pulling her into his arms. Her body felt so tight and firm, yet soft in all the right places!

"I'm with Frankie," Jen said pushing him away.

"So what? We share." He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. "I know you want some of Big Malcolm."

"Um, yeah, sure," Jen said politely. He was hard and she stroked him over his pants. He was kinda small. But he was gorgeous! She got wet looking at him!

Artie stepped into the kitchen. "Come on Malcolm, we need to head over to the Miami concert hall."

"Okay, right," Mal said reluctantly. He left giving Jen a longing look.

Artie was about to follow Mal out when he turned to Jen. "Do me a favor, okay?" Artie said. "Don't fuck up the band."

"What are you talking about?" Jen said frowning.

"I've been in the business for 20 years," Artie said. "These Ramones are the first hit I've had. They're horny kids, I'm trying to keep them together. Why do you think I let them fuck my wife whenever they want? My wife! I don't need rivalries, that's why. I don't need drama between Mal, Frankie and Jay."

"Lucy doesn't seemed to mind," Jen said.

"My wife's a slut," Artie said with an unconcerned laugh. "So is Diana, Jay's wife. They keep the band happy. The band stays happy, we have fun and make money. That's how it works." Artie abruptly reached over and cupped Jen's breast. "Are you gonna keep the band happy Jen?"

"I told you, I'm with Frankie," she said. But she didn't make Artie take his hand away. Artie was older than the band, but he was just as hot.

Artie noticed. He smiled and thumbed her hard nipple through her dress and bra. "I hope you don't think Drums is saving himself for you," he said ironically. "All the guys fuck around." He pinched her hard nipple. "Me too."