Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Drums picked her up like she weighed nothing. He carried her into the master bedroom and tossed her onto the bed. She landed on her stomach and he roughly yanked up her skirt. Almost in the same motion he ripped off her thong panties, making Jen yelp. Grabbing her hips he pulled her ass up into the air, and then he rammed his thick cock into her.

"Not so rough!" Jen cried, grimacing from the sudden penetration and pain.

"Shut up bitch!" Drums growled, grabbing a bunch of her blonde hair and jamming her face into the mattress. He pounded her pussy hard, reaching under to roughly squeeze her tits through her dress.

Jen loved fucked this way! Out of control, being taken, treated like a cum bucket! Frankie hadn't even undressed her! She loved when he fucked her rough, as if not caring at all for her pleasure!

"Ugh god!" she moaned into the mattress. She came hard even as Frankie rammed her face even harder into the mattress, so hard she almost couldn't breathe.

Drums felt her cum. He gave her no chance to gather herself. He flipped her over onto her back. Then he moved up her body. Before she could say anything he rammed his cock into her mouth, roughly gripping her hair to keep her from pulling away.

Jen almost gagged with the big thing in her mouth, especially as he pushed it down her throat. Her arms flailed and she tried to pull away but he held her tight, his hands on either side of her head gripping her hair. He used her mouth like a pussy, fucking her. He started slow but then got faster and deeper.

Jen struggled initially but his hold on her was too tight. She stopped struggling, it was no use. Remembering what she'd done before, she tilted her head up and relaxed. She breathed through her nose as Drums continued to abuse her face and mouth.

"I'm cumming!" he gasped, and then a moment later his cum shot down her throat. She immediately began gagging as she felt like she was drowning. Drums pulled out of her mouth and shot the rest of his load (which was a lot) onto her face and hair.

Drums panted heavily after cumming, looking at Jen's ruined face. Jen angrily pushed him away and went into the bathroom, locking the door. She looked into the mirror. Frankie's jizz was all over her face and wet her blonde hair. She got into the shower to clean herself.

She put on her robe and walked back into the bedroom. "What was that?" she asked scowling at Drums.

"Payback, for treating me like shit," Drums said referring to their breakup.

"What happened to no drama?" Jen said incredulously. "Fuck you Frankie, get out."

"I got you off first," he pointed out with a shrug.

"GET - OUT!" Jen snarled.

They locked eyes for a moment. "Whatever," he said sighing, Drums got dressed and left.

Jen tried her best to concentrate the next day. She had meetings scheduled all day. The final Memphis pitch was tomorrow!

She didn't know if she could do it, lead the pitch tomorrow. Everyone was counting on her, but she felt like a basket case, her emotions all over the place.

The phone rang. It was Frankie. She considered not answering, she was still fuming from last night. Just before it went to voice mail she picked it up and hissed "What do you want?"

"Let's go for a bike ride," Drums said.

"What?" Jen said caught off-balance. It wasn't even noon, she was working, tomorrow was the pitch.

"It's a great day, let's go for a bike ride."

"I'm working," Jen said. She scowled at the phone. "And after last night, you think I want to see you?"

"So you're pissed, I get it," Frankie said. "So be pissed riding bikes. Come on, you need a break before your big pitch tomorrow. I'll meet you in Central Park, how about it?"

Jen paused, looking out the window. It WAS a beautiful day. She was getting nothing done here. At this point, either she was ready or she wasn't. Maybe a mental health day would help clear her head.

"Fine, don't be late," she finally said, putting as much anger and annoyance into her voice as possible.

"Jen where are you going?" Johnny said worriedly as he watched her walk out. Her Memphis team also looked worried and anxious as their leader walked out.

"I need a break," she said. "I'll be back tomorrow."

"Jen!" Johnny called out but she was already gone.

Jen intentionally arrived late, almost 45 minutes late. Drums had arrived early and waited. He smiled and didn't mention her lateness. Instead he gave her a peck on the cheek and whispered "Sorry about last night, I was a dick."

"Whatever," Jen said dismissively. "Let's go." She rode off. Drums had to hurry to stay up with her.

Jen rode fast and Drums had to work to keep up with her. He marveled at the shape she was in. He knew she had a tight body of course but she always surprised him with how athletic she was. In reality, Jen was good at things like bike riding, swimming and dance, but at things like basketball, softball and flag football she was a real klutz.

Surprisingly, New York City was a great place to ride bikes if you knew the right paths. Jen took them through the Hudson River Greenway that started along the West Side and went through Hudson River Park and Riverside Park. Drums thought his lungs were going to burst when they got to the steep climb up the George Washington Bridge. Jen seemed to bike it easily and she got way ahead. He finally caught up with her at Inspiration Point.

Drums found Jen off her bike, drinking a bottle of water and talking to 2 guys (also bikers). He shook his head, Jen was a man-magnet! He felt a spark of jealousy but tried not to show it.

"Hey," he said to Jen as he approached. The 2 guys looked sourly at Drums. Realizing the pretty blonde was with him they said quick goodbyes, mounted their bikes and left.

Drums could tell why the 2 guys were hitting on her. Jen looked adorably pretty, her long blonde hair in a high ponytail. She wore no makeup so you could see the little freckles on her cheeks, making her look young and really cute.

Her nipples were hard from the exertion and they poked through her tight Under Armour tank and sports bra. The long and lean tank coupled with the leggings she wore really showed off her slim, athletic body.

Jen took her water body and walked to the overlook, looking over the view. Drums got his own water bottle and followed her. They both drank, silent for a few moments. Finally Drums said "So are you going to be mad at me forever?"

"You said no drama," Jen said. "I don't need shit in my life right now Frankie, I've got too much shit already."

"I said I was sorry," Drums said pleadingly. "I didn't mean to. Listen, you like it hard, I like it that way too. But sometimes when I do it that way, I don't know, sometimes things come out. Do you know what I mean?"

"I guess," Jen said with a shrug. She did sort of understand. When you have rough sex sometimes angry pent up emotions come out.

Drums rubbed her shoulder. It was a friendly gesture, not a sexual one. "It's out of my system now, it won't happen again, I promise. Okay?"

Jen looked at him. "Alright," she said.

Drums grinned boyishly. "I brought a picnic, do you want to eat here?"

Jen looked back at his bike. She hadn't noticed but there was a small picnic basket attached to the back of his bike. She was impressed. "Let's ride back to Central Park first," she said.

"God are you kidding?" he lamented. His thighs were burning and he was practically still heaving from the exertion, he needed more time to rest.

"Come on cowboy, you need to get in better shape," Jen said with a laugh, playfully poking him in the stomach. Then she mounted her bike and took off.

"God I'm with Supergirl," Drums muttered as he got on his bike and followed Jen.

They lazed around Central Park, eating lunch and people watching. Finally Jen said "I guess I better get home." She walked over to her bike. Then she turned to Drums. "Do you want to come over?"

They were all over each other as soon as they walked in the door of the loft apartment. They tore at each other's clothes, their lips barely parting. Jen's arms were around his neck and her legs around his thighs as he carried her to bed.

They collapsed onto the bed, Jen underneath Drums. His hard cock was poking at the folds of her wet pussy. "Frankie, condom," Jen reminded him.

Drums reached to the nightstand for a condom. Jen took it from him. She quickly tore it open, rolled it on his shaft and then urgently pulled him on top of her.

They fucked frantically, the headboard slamming against the wall as Drums pounded her hard. He roughly fondled her tits and called her slut and bitch and whore. Jen loved it! They both came really hard!

After cumming Drums pulled out, Jen made sure he was more careful this time. They lay in the bed next to each other, both of them still panting and reveling in post orgasmic glow.

Drums tried to put his arm around her but she pulled away. "Just sex, right," she said. She didn't want it to get emotional with him.

"Yeah, right," he said pulling his arm back. He hid his disappointment.

"Last night you didn't use a condom," she said in a chastising voice. "I had to tell you just now. I don't want to have to remind you Frankie."

"I'm sorry," he said.

"Don't do it again," she said. Then she got up and went into the bathroom. He heard her lock the door. Then he heard the shower come on.

Drums leaned back against the bed. It seemed like she was always yelling at him. It wasn't like before, when she'd been really affectionate. Was this really worth it?

Yeah it was worth it, he thought. Because he really liked Jen.

It was probably more than "like." Maybe he loved her. He didn't know, because he'd never loved a girl before, so he didn't know what that felt like.

What he did know was, she made him want to be a better man. She was the biggest reason he was trying to get his shit together.