Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Ready?" Jen asked with a forced smile, and they each got ready. Joe went into his bedroom. He undressed and got face down on the bed, pulling the sheet over him. Jen put on a similar outfit as last time, form-fitting yoga pants, sports bra and a loose top. Again because of her vanity she wore a thong to avoid panty lines.

"Ready Freddie?" Jen said affectionately running her fingers through Joe's hair.

"Yeah," Joe said into the mattress (he was lying face down).

Jen began working on his neck and back. Looking down Joe had a clear view of her pretty feet (she was barefoot). Her toes were painted the same pink as her fingernails. As she leaned forward to reach his lower back she extended on her tiptoes and he saw the elegant arch of her slim feet. Like Mike, Joe had a thing for legs and feet. He felt himself stiffening.

Also as Jen stroked from Joe's shoulders to his lower back, her soft blonde hair fell over his head, tickling down his neck and cheeks. "Sorry," Jen said. She stopped for a moment and put her long blonde hair into a high ponytail.

"That's okay," Joe said, relishing the silky lush feel of her long thick blonde hair, and the vanilla strawberry scent of her shampoo.

Thirty minutes later Jen held the sheet up like a privacy screen as Joe rolled over. As he settled on his back he parted his legs slightly and shifted his hands to the sides of the bed. Despite beating off earlier he had a raging hard-on, tenting the sheet.

Jen noticed of course. What could she do? She wasn't trying to turn him on. Like last time, she folded a towel and placed it over his eyes.

She moved to the dresser to get more oil. Her hands were slippery so she dropped the bottle. Joe turned his head. He looked under the towel as she bent over to get it. The T of Jen's thong peeked above her yoga pants. They were pink and lacy. His cock got even harder.

Joe turned his head back and fixed the towel over his eyes. Jen turned and moved to the side of the bed to do his chest. His hand was at the side of the bed. She could shift to the side but then he'd know he was busted and get embarrassed. Jen decided it was better to pretend any contact was accidental.

She rubbed across his chest, working on his pecs. Again she was impressed by the muscular definition of his chest. As she stroked across his chest, she leaned into his hand. Once again his hand pressed just above her pussy.

Joe watched from under the towel. He had a sudden desire for her pussy to press against his hand. Throwing caution to the wind he shifted his hand slightly so his fingers dangled over the edge of the bed.

Jen noticed the movement of course. "Okay, now Joe's being bad," Jen thought. But why did it matter? She wore pants and panties. It wasn't like he'd be able to feel anything. Jen decided to go with it. She continued to rub Joe's chest. Each time she leaned over her pussy pressed against his hand. Jen told herself, "If Joe moves his hand I'll stop," but Joe didn't move his hand.

Joe's head was spinning. "I'm touching her pussy!" he thought to himself. His cock was so hard!

Jen finished with Joe's chest. She moved the sheet up to his shoulders. Then she moved the sheet off his legs, folding it over his waist (and the tent formed by his erection). She went to the end of the bed and began working on his feet, then moved up to his calves. After finishing with his calves she began on this thighs. She rubbed up and down, using her thumbs to dig into his inner thighs as she stroked up and down.

Jen's touch wasn't electrifying like the other night when she'd scbangd her nails up and down his inner thighs. But still, just having her hands on him got his heart beating hard. He felt close to cumming. He didn't want to cream the sheets again, that would be too humiliating. He said "Maybe you should stop."

Jen heard the pain in his voice, the pain of needing sexual release but knowing he wasn't going to get it. "I'm sorry about last time," Jen said continuing to massage his thighs.

"It was an accident," Joe said. "I didn't even ..." He stopped alarmed by what he almost said.

"What?" Jen asked. "You didn't what?"

Joe hesitated, then he sputtered out, "It was an accident, it didn't feel like a sexual thing."

Jen slowly nodded, understanding coming to her. Yes, Joe had cum, but without stimulation on his penis it had been like a ruined orgasm. He'd gotten no pleasure from it, just frustration. "I'm sorry," she said.

"Don't worry about it, I can take care of myself," he said with a laugh.

"You don't have - um - a friend?" Jen asked. Every single guy (especially a cute guy like Joe) had at least one friend with benefits, right?

Joe pulled the towel from his eyes and leaned up on his elbows. He looked at Jen. "I told you, girls see me as damaged goods."

"You're not damaged goods Joe," she assured him, squeezing his knee.

"Yeah right," Joe said sarcastically with a bitter, ironic laugh.

Jen felt like she'd put her foot in her mouth. Of course he was damaged. He was going to die.

Willow's words came back to her: "What matters is not when Joe dies, but the quality of his life until then."

Jen looked into Joe's eyes, she saw the pain there, the desire, the desperation. She knew it was wrong, a mistake, but ...

She moved from his feet to his side. "Maybe I can be your friend Joe," she said in a low voice. His eyes went wide as her hand disappeared under the sheet.

"You don't have to do this," Joe said nervously.

"I want to," Jen said. Joe's face contorted and he groaned as her soft hand went around his hard cock.

"Oh god," Joe moaned as Jen began to slowly stroke his shaft. "It feels so good!"

Jen stroked him faster. Precum seeped from his cockhead, but his shaft was still dry. She poured some oil on her palm and then began stroking him again.

It felt even better now! God, it felt so good! Lust in his eyes, out of control, Joe reached towards Jen's breasts. Jen immediately pulled away. "No Joe," she chastised him.

"I'm sorry!" he said immediately, embarrassed by what he'd intended.

Jen didn't blame him, she knew how it was to lose control. He looked embarrassed and ashamed, she felt sorry for him. She remembered Willow's words again, and thought "He's dying."

Jen smiled at him and said "That's okay." Still smiling at him (not sexily but affectionately), she crossed her arms and pulled off the loose shirt. His eyes grew wide seeing the sports bra. She smiled inside. Joe had seen her often in a bikini. But you call it a "bra" instead of a "bikini top" and all of a sudden it's naughty and sexy, like seeing something you weren't supposed to.

"We'll keep it this way, okay?" she said to him, meaning she wasn't taking anything else off.

"Okay," Joe agreed not taking his eyes off her bra and practically salivating.

Jen saw the hunger in his eyes. Impulsively she said "You can touch me."

"Really?" Joe said like an excited young boy.

Jen giggled, charmed by his boyishness. That naiveté had always attracted her, it was something she liked about Frankie and Mike. Mike ...

She tried not to think about her husband. She started this, she needed to finish it.

She moved closer to Joe. "Go ahead," she whispered, reaching under the sheet and stroking him again.

"God ..." Joe moaned feeling Jen's hand around his cock again. He was close to cumming but he forced himself to hold off. He wasn't going to pass up the chance to touch his sister-in-law.

He reached his hand up and cupped Jen's breast. He squeezed it. He felt her nipple under the soft bra cup and rubbed it with his thumb.

Jen began breathing harder. A big hard cock in her hand, a cute guy fondling her breasts, her pussy already desperate for cock. She was turned on too.

"God I'm cumming!" Joe shouted, his body tensing.

"Yeah Joe cum!" Jen said encouragingly, stroking him harder and faster.

As Joe's orgasm hit his hand jerked, pulling her bra down. Whether intentional or by accident her breasts were now exposed to Joe's eyes. As the orgasmic pleasure shot through his body Joe groped and squeezed Jen's naked breasts.

Jen felt the milky warmth of Joe's ejaculation covering her hand as she continued to stroke him through his climax. She bit her lip to stifle a cry of pain as Joe roughly squeezed and pinched her nipples as his body shuddered and jerked.

Joe finally stopped cumming. They looked at each other, both of them panting. Jen pulled her hand back, wiping Joe's cum on the sheet.

She took a step back, her cheeks flushed. "Um ..." she began, then she stopped seeing Joe's eyes on her breasts. She looked away from him, not able to meet his eyes, and demurely fixed her bra so her breasts were covered again.

"Thank you," he gushed, looking contented and satisfied.

"Don't tell Mike, okay?" she said.

"I won't say anything," Joe promised.

Jen nodded uncertainly at Joe. Then she left and went to her bedroom.

At that moment at the CATF, Colonel Banks was in a meeting with the Secretary of Homeland Security, the Director of the FBI, and the head of the NSA. "Liberty's a success" the NSA director announced proudly. "Based on leads from Sapphire, we've already shut down a terrorist cell operating in Seattle."

"You've also arrested over a dozen American citizens who turned out to be innocent," the FBI Director pointed out, frowning.

"They weren't arrested, they were held for questioning," the NSA Director corrected. "No civil rights were violated."

"Liberty IS a violation of civil rights!" the FBI Director said with frustration.

"Liberty is giving us good information" the Secretary Taylor said shutting down the conversation. "We've never had information like this before. The President fully supports Liberty." The NSA Director looked triumphantly at the FBI Director.

Secretary Taylor turned to Colonel Banks. "Anything new to report about Andrews?"

Colonel Banks shook his head. "He hasn't hacked into Sapphire since before Liberty went live."

Secretary Taylor frowned. "He still concerns me. Continue to monitor him, closely. Liberty is too important to national security. We cannot allow Mike Andrews to interfere with Sapphire."

In her bedroom, Jen undressed. Her nipples were hard, her pussy throbbing. Her panties were soaking wet.

She got into bed naked. Her hands stroked her breasts, ran down her flat tummy. She circled her clit with her finger.

She needed relief! She got out her favorite toys, a dildo and a vibrator. The dildo wasn't huge like some of her lovers (Scott, Frankie). In fact it was similar to Joe, although not as thick. She ran the head of the dildo up and down between her pussy lips. She pushed the dildo in, it went in with just a little pressure (she was so wet!).

She used one hand to slowly move the dildo in and out. With her other hand she played with her breasts, her sensitive nipples. She closed her eyes. She tried fantasizing about Scott, about Colin, about Frankie. Anyone but Joe.

Nothing worked and she got frustrated. Then she thought about Jamie, her young boy toy in Miami. She remembered that time, the threesome with Jamie and Larry. She fantasized about that as she moved the dildo in and out of her. Yeah, that worked. As she got close she grabbed the vibrator. She turned it on and rubbed it against her clit as she fucked herself with the dildo, getting closer as she re-played that threesome with Jamie and Larry.

She'd taken Larry's virginity. God that was so hot! Sweet too, but so hot. And Larry.

Larry was Jamie's brother.

With that thought Jen had a massive orgasm.