Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Nothing," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him back to her. But Mike could tell she wasn't into it, she was distracted.

"What's wrong?" he said again sitting up.

"I'm sorry," Jen said sitting up too. "I just can't get Frankie out of my head." She quickly rubbed his chest and added "I don't love him or anything. It's just I wanted to show him what a real relationship was like, so maybe he'd grow up a little, meet a nice girl and settle down. Now I feel like I've made it worse."

The mood broken, Mike suggested they go to their favorite bistro for brunch. "I've got an idea," he said. "It's kind of crazy."

"Most of your ideas are crazy," Jen said with a playful laugh. "What?"

"It might help Drums with closure," Mike said. "And it works with my wish 2."

"Okay, what?" Jen said curious.

"What if you really became his girlfriend for the last 4 weeks?" Mike said. "Not just weekends, but all the time. Moved in with him."

"What?" Jen said trying to catch up.

"You said their tour is mostly over, right? They're just doing one-offs on weekends? Drums can move to New York for a month. You could move in together. You could travel with him on weekends."

"What about us?" Jen asked frowning. She wouldn't mind spending more time with Frankie, she liked him. But she barely saw Mike already.

"I'll be in London a lot anyway, working on the Ring," Mike said with a shrug. "We'll see each other at work when I'm home. We can go to lunch." He grinned. "Maybe grab a quickie."

"You want me to cheat on my boyfriend huh?" Jen teased. "I'm not sure about that."

"It's a win-win honey," Mike said seriously. "You'll have more time together. He'll be able to get closure. You will too. And this all works into my fantasy."

"God Mike where do you get these ideas ..." she said. But she was thinking about his idea. Frankie did need closure. And maybe Mike was right, maybe she did too. Not just with Frankie, but with their game. One last "all-in" romance before they stopped playing.

She'd miss Mike, but he was going to be gone a lot anyway. And Mike wanted this, she could tell. She remembered the definition of "cuckold" from the dictionary: "The wife may also separate from her cuckold husband for some period of time to become the full time "girlfriend" or "wife" of a favorite lover."

It was a crazy idea. Move in with another man? Be his full-time girlfriend? Not be with her real husband? But maybe Mike was right, it was a win-win. And it was for only 4 weeks.

In a way, agreeing to this was a pay back to him, not just his second wish, but for his incredible help with Memphis. At least that was how she rationalized it to herself.

"Maybe I should call Frankie," Jen finally said.

"Yeah," Mike agreed excitedly.

They went back to their loft apartment and Jen called Drums. Mike gave her space, leaving her alone in the bedroom.

"What do you want?" Drums asked. There was hurt and anger in his voice. He also sounded drunk and maybe high.

"Mike and I feel bad about this," Jen said softly. "He has an idea."

"Mike does, does he?" Drums said sarcastically. "Like his 9 week idea? What am I, a movie? Is that his idea, to give me an extra half week?"

"That was OUR idea Frankie, mine and his," Jen said getting annoyed. "Are you going to listen or what?"

"Go ahead," he said with a derisive "whatever" tone.

Patiently, Jen said "I'll move in with you for the last 4 weeks."

"What?"

"I'll be your REAL girlfriend Frankie, not your sorta girlfriend," Jen said.

"But still just for 4 weeks," Drums said sarcastically.

"You keep saying you wish we dated in college," Jen said. "I guess I kinda wish we did too. Isn't this better than nothing?"

Drums was silent as he considered. "What does "real" girlfriend mean?" he asked, emphasizing the word "real."

"I'll move in with you," Jen said. "I'll travel with you on weekends."

"What about Mike?" Drums asked.

"I mean, I'd see him --."

"No," Drums said interrupting her. He was sober now, their conversation purging the coke and alcohol from his system. "If you're my real girlfriend you can't see Mike. It wouldn't be real."

"I work with Mike," Jen protested.

"Then he's like any other co-worker," Drums said. "No hugging, no kissing, nothing. Definitely no sex."

"God Frankie he's my husband," Jen said.

"That's what I'm saying!" Drums said exasperated. "This real girlfriend idea is bullshit!"

"Okay, okay," Jen said relenting. She had to admit, he had a point. And it was only 4 weeks and Mike would be gone a lot of that time. "I'll do it," she said. "No romance, no sex. I'll treat Mike like a co-worker."

Drums smiled triumphantly. "Okay then," he said. "I'll catch a flight to New York right now. I have a buddy who lives in New York, he's in Europe for 6 months. We can stay there, it's a nice place."

"Okay, I'll meet you there," Jen said.

"Jen, you're my real girlfriend right now, right?" Drums asked. "For the next 4 weeks, right?"

"Yes, right now," Jen agreed.

"Okay, well – I don't want my girlfriend hanging with another guy," Drums said. "I want you to leave Mike and go to our apartment right now."

"Hey," Jen said to Mike a few moments later, walking out to him and poking him in the arm. "Frankie said okay. He's flying up right now."

"Where will you live?" Mike asked.

"His friend has an apartment in the Bronx," Jen said. "It's a nice building, I just looked it up. I guess I'll go over there and meet him." She smiled seeing the lust in her husband's face. "This is really turning you on, huh?"

"Yeah," he admitted. His cock was so hard. "I know you'll love sex with Drums every day."

"Yeah I guess," Jen said with a nervous laugh. "It'll be strange. I've only ever lived with you. Even with Collin I just slept over sometimes, I never lived with him."

"It's only 4 weeks," Mike said, putting his hands under Jen's blouse and feeling her flat stomach. He loved feeling her tight ab muscles. He pulled up her blouse and kissed her sexy stomach.

"No Mike," she giggled, stepping away. "I'm Frankie's girlfriend now."

"Seriously?" Mike said. "What about the quickies at lunch?"

"I can't be his girlfriend if I'm also your wife," Jen said. "He wants me to go over to the Bronx apartment now."

"HE wants you?" Mike said. He was getting use to the idea of another man telling Jen what to do.

"He's my boyfriend now Mike," Jen explained. "If it was the other way, would you want me hanging out with him?"

She took off her wedding and engagement rings (she'd put them back on last night after getting home from San Antonio). She took off the Sophia ring too. "Do you really want to do this? Tell me now Mike. Once we start I don't want to stop, it wouldn't be fair to Frankie."

"... yeah, I want to do this," Mike said his voice hoarse from excitement. He held out his hand and Jen gave him her rings. "Can I ask you something? Are you doing this because you want to? Or because it's my wish?"

"Kinda both I guess," Jen said. After a moment she added, "You know how I said you push me into things? So you kinda lose say? Remember?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"It's kinda that too," Jen said. "I'm doing this for me, and for you. For us. Hopefully we'll both get our fill of the game."

"Yeah, hopefully," Mike said. He couldn't help grinning. "I can't tell you how hot I am right now!"

"This does not allow you to see other girls, got that bubble boy?" Jen said with a grin. She said it jokingly but she was serious. "I better not hear you seeing Jasmine Kelly."

"Jen, I seriously have no interest in her," Mike said.

"You better not mister," she said giving him a playful punch in the arm. "I guess I'll go," she said picking up a small bag. Mike hadn't noticed but she'd packed some things. "You're going back to London this week? I'll come by for more stuff then."

"Okay," Mike said. "Four weeks right?"

"Yeah, four weeks," she said. "For four weeks we're just co-workers. After that I'm your wife again." They hugged. Then he watch his wife – the person he loved more than life itself – leave their apartment to go live with her boyfriend. Moments later Mike had his cock out, furiously beating off.