24-12-2018, 01:18 PM
"That makes it worse," Jen said gritting her teeth as he penetrated her. She'd fucked him dozens of times by now but he still was so long and thick!
They had a fast, furious morning fuck, both of them cumming.
Afterwards Jen hurried to shower and get dressed, she was already late. She packed her gym bag and said "Let's meet at the gym tonight okay?" She kissed him then rushed off to work.
Mike called Jen later that morning. "How are you?" he asked.
"No change from yesterday," she said with a laugh. She knew she was being dismissive. But she figured that's what he wanted. He wanted her to play his ex-wife.
"What'd you guys do?" he asked.
"Mike I'm not going to give you play by play," she said. She gently added "Come on, you have to accept I'm with Frankie now."
"I guess you've forgotten all about me," Mike said disheartened.
"I haven't forgotten all about you, I think of you, we were together a long time," Jen said. "Mike, what do you want me to say?"
Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said "Maybe we can go to lunch when I'm back."
"That's probably not a good idea," Jen said.
"We can't go to lunch?"
"Frankie won't like that," Jen said. "Mike, I'm with Frankie now, you have to understand that." Abruptly she said "I'm really busy, I have to go. Take care of yourself Mike."
Jen stared at the phone for long moments. She knew it was a game, but it kinda felt real living with Frankie, like she and Mike were really separated. It was like the game merging with reality. Maybe it was because she was having so much fun with Frankie. She did things with Frankie she never did with Mike, like going to see local bands, partying with artsy people. It reminded her of the fun she had in college before meeting Mike.
She missed Mike of course, but she had Frankie so she wasn't lonely. Still, she felt guilty. She decided he needed some assurance. She typed out a text to him and hit send.
Mike stroked himself replaying in his head the conversation with Jen. After cumming, with his lust sated, the hurt, jealousy, and anxiety attacked him. It threatened to overwhelm him. Jen had Drums to occupy her time. Mike was alone.
Jen's words echoed in his head.
"You have to accept I'm with Frankie now."
"Mike, I'm with Frankie now, you have to understand that."
Mike knew she was playing a role. But Drums had her all to himself. She already liked him. Was it possible she might really fall in love with him.?
Mike felt himself slipping into despair. Yeah, this fantasy was hot – the fantasy of Jen leaving him for another man – but maybe it was too much. Just then Mike's iPhone buzzed. It was a text from Jen. It said:
Dear Mike, I still think of you as my soul mate. Frankie is right for me right now. But I hope you'll wait for me. Love, Jen PS: You wanted to see pictures of the pretty girl I partied with last weekend in San Antonio?
Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Jen was still playing her role, but clearly she was telling him it was all a game.
Feeling much better, Mike clicked the link. It took him to Nicole's FaceBook page. There were a lot of pictures and content there, videos too. Nicole seemed just like Jen, she was on FaceBook all the time to keep up with family and friends.
Mike spent a long time on Nicole's FaceBook. She and Jen were FB friends now, and Nicole (like Jen) had security set to "Friends of Friends" so Mike could see everything.
Mike was struck by Nicole's beauty. She had a striking resemblance to Sofia Vergara, the beautiful Latin actress. Nicole wasn't dressed sexy in the pictures. That made sense, these were family pictures after all, intended to be seen by friends and family. Still, her casual dress couldn't hide her incredible body. She mostly wore jeans and t-shirts, tank tops too. Casual, but everything was tight and form-fitting. She wore yoga pants a lot, and shorts. Nicole had nice legs, although not in Jen's class. Then again, no one had legs like Jen.
Then again, Nicole was really busty. Often her form-fitting tanks and t-shirts showed a little cleavage. Not a lot, but definitely hinting at what was inside her bra. Nicole's hair went a little passed her shoulders, but often she wore her hair in a pony tail.
She looked to be in her mid-30s. From all the comments Mike saw her husband was Nick. They had 2 daughters. Both girls were definitely pretty, taking after their beautiful mother. Nick had a friendly face and from all the comments it looked like he was a good husband and father. Mike found himself liking Nick.
Mike again looked at pictures of Nicole. She was older but really hot, a real MILF. He could tell she was really hot even though she was wearing casual clothes with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup. Mike could only imagine what she looked like when she got all vamped up! Still, Mike didn't think Nicole was nearly as pretty as Jen, but he knew he was biased. Jen was his wife, and he preferred blondes and Nicole was a brunette. Also, he favored slim leggy girls like Jen, rather than curvy hour glass figures like Nicole (and Allie for that matter).
Mike was hot again, and he thought of masturbating to pictures of Nicole. But while he could appreciate Nicole's beauty, Jen was the only girl in the world he wanted. As he stroked his cock, he closed his eyes and fantasized about Jen with Drums.
Later that evening Jen met Drums at the gym. She got up on her tip toes and they hugged and kissed hello, 2 lovers reunited after being away from each other all day.
The sales girl explained that Drums had signed up for a year, and his membership included a wife or significant other. "I'm his girlfriend, does that count?" Jen joked with a friendly smile, holding Drums's arm and leaning into him.
The sales girl smiled back. She had Jen sign some papers and gave Jen a membership card under Drums's account.
"A year?" Jen asked as they walked to the locker room.
"I like New York, I might stay here for a while," Drums said with a shrug. Inside the ladies locker room, Jen frowned as she changed into her workout clothes. She wore a bra top and capri leggings that stopped a few inches below her knees.
Jen saw Frankie working out with weights. She usually avoided weights, except for light weights sometimes (5 or 10 pounds). She wasn't trying to build muscle. Her goal was to remain firm and toned.
She did a yoga class. It was about 45 minutes. Afterwards she was sweaty. She liked the class, but it was a little less intense than what she was used to. She looked at the schedule and made a mental note of times of the more advanced yoga class.
Drums was chatting with some guys, it looked like his workout was done. Jen was just getting started. She did planks and lunges, and then worked on her abdominals. When she was done her bra top was soaked with sweat. Finally she went to the mats and stretched for 20 minutes.
Jen got her bag and then walked over to Drums. He was talking to a tall broad shouldered blond guy. She smiled and said thanks when Drums handed her a fresh towel. She used the towel to wipe her forehead, cheeks and neck.
"You don't kid around do you?" Drums said smiling admiringly.
"It feels good to work out again," Jen said. Her body DID feel good.
"I'm grab my bag and we can go," Drums said walking to the men's locker room.
"Impressive workout," the blonde guy said after Drums left. "I'm Lance by the way."
"Jen," Jen said shaking Lance's hand.
"New here?" Lance asked, looking Jen up and down.
"Frankie and I just moved here," Jen said.
"You're with him?" Lance asked.
"Here's my boyfriend," Jen said.
Lance nodded. "Maybe we can go out sometime."
"Maybe we can," Jen said.
"You look like a girl who works in Manhattan," Lance said.
"You're right, but what does a Manhattan girl look like?" Jen said with a laugh.
"Like she just stepped out of Vogue magazine," Lance said giving her another up and down look.
"I doubt I look like that," Jen said with another laugh, holding her hands out to emphasize her sweaty bra top and tights.
Lance laughed with her. "I work in Manhattan too, let's get a drink sometime," he said smiling into her eyes.
"Um, I just told you I'm with Frankie," Jen said, but it wasn't much of a rebuke as she was smiling at Lance.
"Are you married?" Lance asked.
Jen laughed. "Okay, let me get this straight, a girl is fair play as long as she's not married yet."
"Something like that," Lance said grinning.
"What if she's engaged?" Jen teased.
"I'd have to think about that exception," Lance said pretending to contemplate the question.
"Let me guess, you're a lawyer," Jen said smiling.
"Guilty as charged your honor," Lance said and they both laughed.
Just then Drums walked up with his bag. "Let's go," he said frowning at Jen.
They walked to their apartment, stopping at a pub for a drink. "What was that all about?" Drums asked. He looked annoyed. "I leave you for a minute and you flirt with another guy?"
"I wasn't flirting, I was just talking," Jen said.
"Jen I heard you talking, he hit on you," Drums said getting angry, his jealousy flaring up.
"I can't help it if a guy hits on me," Jen said. "It's not my fault."
"Don't flirt!" Drums said. "And don't wear clothes like that!"
"What do you mean?" Jen said holding out her hands. "These are my workout clothes."
"Look at this!" he said flicking his finger along Jen's crotch. A camel toe was clearly outlined in her tights.
"Oh," Jen said looking down. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Trying to make up, she rubbed his arm and grinned mischievously. "You didn't mind showing me off at the Roxy."
They had a fast, furious morning fuck, both of them cumming.
Afterwards Jen hurried to shower and get dressed, she was already late. She packed her gym bag and said "Let's meet at the gym tonight okay?" She kissed him then rushed off to work.
Mike called Jen later that morning. "How are you?" he asked.
"No change from yesterday," she said with a laugh. She knew she was being dismissive. But she figured that's what he wanted. He wanted her to play his ex-wife.
"What'd you guys do?" he asked.
"Mike I'm not going to give you play by play," she said. She gently added "Come on, you have to accept I'm with Frankie now."
"I guess you've forgotten all about me," Mike said disheartened.
"I haven't forgotten all about you, I think of you, we were together a long time," Jen said. "Mike, what do you want me to say?"
Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said "Maybe we can go to lunch when I'm back."
"That's probably not a good idea," Jen said.
"We can't go to lunch?"
"Frankie won't like that," Jen said. "Mike, I'm with Frankie now, you have to understand that." Abruptly she said "I'm really busy, I have to go. Take care of yourself Mike."
Jen stared at the phone for long moments. She knew it was a game, but it kinda felt real living with Frankie, like she and Mike were really separated. It was like the game merging with reality. Maybe it was because she was having so much fun with Frankie. She did things with Frankie she never did with Mike, like going to see local bands, partying with artsy people. It reminded her of the fun she had in college before meeting Mike.
She missed Mike of course, but she had Frankie so she wasn't lonely. Still, she felt guilty. She decided he needed some assurance. She typed out a text to him and hit send.
Mike stroked himself replaying in his head the conversation with Jen. After cumming, with his lust sated, the hurt, jealousy, and anxiety attacked him. It threatened to overwhelm him. Jen had Drums to occupy her time. Mike was alone.
Jen's words echoed in his head.
"You have to accept I'm with Frankie now."
"Mike, I'm with Frankie now, you have to understand that."
Mike knew she was playing a role. But Drums had her all to himself. She already liked him. Was it possible she might really fall in love with him.?
Mike felt himself slipping into despair. Yeah, this fantasy was hot – the fantasy of Jen leaving him for another man – but maybe it was too much. Just then Mike's iPhone buzzed. It was a text from Jen. It said:
Dear Mike, I still think of you as my soul mate. Frankie is right for me right now. But I hope you'll wait for me. Love, Jen PS: You wanted to see pictures of the pretty girl I partied with last weekend in San Antonio?
Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Jen was still playing her role, but clearly she was telling him it was all a game.
Feeling much better, Mike clicked the link. It took him to Nicole's FaceBook page. There were a lot of pictures and content there, videos too. Nicole seemed just like Jen, she was on FaceBook all the time to keep up with family and friends.
Mike spent a long time on Nicole's FaceBook. She and Jen were FB friends now, and Nicole (like Jen) had security set to "Friends of Friends" so Mike could see everything.
Mike was struck by Nicole's beauty. She had a striking resemblance to Sofia Vergara, the beautiful Latin actress. Nicole wasn't dressed sexy in the pictures. That made sense, these were family pictures after all, intended to be seen by friends and family. Still, her casual dress couldn't hide her incredible body. She mostly wore jeans and t-shirts, tank tops too. Casual, but everything was tight and form-fitting. She wore yoga pants a lot, and shorts. Nicole had nice legs, although not in Jen's class. Then again, no one had legs like Jen.
Then again, Nicole was really busty. Often her form-fitting tanks and t-shirts showed a little cleavage. Not a lot, but definitely hinting at what was inside her bra. Nicole's hair went a little passed her shoulders, but often she wore her hair in a pony tail.
She looked to be in her mid-30s. From all the comments Mike saw her husband was Nick. They had 2 daughters. Both girls were definitely pretty, taking after their beautiful mother. Nick had a friendly face and from all the comments it looked like he was a good husband and father. Mike found himself liking Nick.
Mike again looked at pictures of Nicole. She was older but really hot, a real MILF. He could tell she was really hot even though she was wearing casual clothes with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup. Mike could only imagine what she looked like when she got all vamped up! Still, Mike didn't think Nicole was nearly as pretty as Jen, but he knew he was biased. Jen was his wife, and he preferred blondes and Nicole was a brunette. Also, he favored slim leggy girls like Jen, rather than curvy hour glass figures like Nicole (and Allie for that matter).
Mike was hot again, and he thought of masturbating to pictures of Nicole. But while he could appreciate Nicole's beauty, Jen was the only girl in the world he wanted. As he stroked his cock, he closed his eyes and fantasized about Jen with Drums.
Later that evening Jen met Drums at the gym. She got up on her tip toes and they hugged and kissed hello, 2 lovers reunited after being away from each other all day.
The sales girl explained that Drums had signed up for a year, and his membership included a wife or significant other. "I'm his girlfriend, does that count?" Jen joked with a friendly smile, holding Drums's arm and leaning into him.
The sales girl smiled back. She had Jen sign some papers and gave Jen a membership card under Drums's account.
"A year?" Jen asked as they walked to the locker room.
"I like New York, I might stay here for a while," Drums said with a shrug. Inside the ladies locker room, Jen frowned as she changed into her workout clothes. She wore a bra top and capri leggings that stopped a few inches below her knees.
Jen saw Frankie working out with weights. She usually avoided weights, except for light weights sometimes (5 or 10 pounds). She wasn't trying to build muscle. Her goal was to remain firm and toned.
She did a yoga class. It was about 45 minutes. Afterwards she was sweaty. She liked the class, but it was a little less intense than what she was used to. She looked at the schedule and made a mental note of times of the more advanced yoga class.
Drums was chatting with some guys, it looked like his workout was done. Jen was just getting started. She did planks and lunges, and then worked on her abdominals. When she was done her bra top was soaked with sweat. Finally she went to the mats and stretched for 20 minutes.
Jen got her bag and then walked over to Drums. He was talking to a tall broad shouldered blond guy. She smiled and said thanks when Drums handed her a fresh towel. She used the towel to wipe her forehead, cheeks and neck.
"You don't kid around do you?" Drums said smiling admiringly.
"It feels good to work out again," Jen said. Her body DID feel good.
"I'm grab my bag and we can go," Drums said walking to the men's locker room.
"Impressive workout," the blonde guy said after Drums left. "I'm Lance by the way."
"Jen," Jen said shaking Lance's hand.
"New here?" Lance asked, looking Jen up and down.
"Frankie and I just moved here," Jen said.
"You're with him?" Lance asked.
"Here's my boyfriend," Jen said.
Lance nodded. "Maybe we can go out sometime."
"Maybe we can," Jen said.
"You look like a girl who works in Manhattan," Lance said.
"You're right, but what does a Manhattan girl look like?" Jen said with a laugh.
"Like she just stepped out of Vogue magazine," Lance said giving her another up and down look.
"I doubt I look like that," Jen said with another laugh, holding her hands out to emphasize her sweaty bra top and tights.
Lance laughed with her. "I work in Manhattan too, let's get a drink sometime," he said smiling into her eyes.
"Um, I just told you I'm with Frankie," Jen said, but it wasn't much of a rebuke as she was smiling at Lance.
"Are you married?" Lance asked.
Jen laughed. "Okay, let me get this straight, a girl is fair play as long as she's not married yet."
"Something like that," Lance said grinning.
"What if she's engaged?" Jen teased.
"I'd have to think about that exception," Lance said pretending to contemplate the question.
"Let me guess, you're a lawyer," Jen said smiling.
"Guilty as charged your honor," Lance said and they both laughed.
Just then Drums walked up with his bag. "Let's go," he said frowning at Jen.
They walked to their apartment, stopping at a pub for a drink. "What was that all about?" Drums asked. He looked annoyed. "I leave you for a minute and you flirt with another guy?"
"I wasn't flirting, I was just talking," Jen said.
"Jen I heard you talking, he hit on you," Drums said getting angry, his jealousy flaring up.
"I can't help it if a guy hits on me," Jen said. "It's not my fault."
"Don't flirt!" Drums said. "And don't wear clothes like that!"
"What do you mean?" Jen said holding out her hands. "These are my workout clothes."
"Look at this!" he said flicking his finger along Jen's crotch. A camel toe was clearly outlined in her tights.
"Oh," Jen said looking down. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Trying to make up, she rubbed his arm and grinned mischievously. "You didn't mind showing me off at the Roxy."
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