Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Jen smiled, remembering that party. Her worry for Mike was always there of course, but that had been a really exciting time with Mike, for her it was a good memory. She was pretty sure it turned Mike on too, although he'd never admit it. Remembering that time from not too long ago, it actually helped relieve some of her worry for Mike. Of course, the Ecstasy helped a lot too.

Mal interpreted Jen's smile as an invitation. He pulled her close. "I can make you feel really good," he boasted.

"You have no idea how many guys have told me that," Jen said laughing again. Mal seemed to be clueless as to what was going on with Mike. In a way that was refreshing, to get away from her troubles for an evening.

"Give me a chance," he said grinning at her.

"Maybe I will," Jen purred. She moved into his arms, pressing her body against his. On her tips toes she reached up and kissed him.

They made out in the middle of the dance floor. Mal cupped and fondled her breasts. Jen snaked a hand between their bodies. She rubbed his hard-on. He felt small (like Mike) but really hard.

She felt someone pulling them apart. "Hey come on now," Drums said. He looked annoyed at Jen. He scowled at Mal as if saying "this is my girl."

"I guess not tonight," Jen flippantly said to Mal, laughing.

"God you're a cock tease," Mal said scowling at her.

"Um, guilty!" Jen said holding up her hand and laughing again. She let Drums pull her away. Over her shoulder she gave Mal a bubbly smile and said "Bye Mal."

She was clearly drunk and high. Mal couldn't help grinning back at her.

"God I'm so drunk," Jen said swaying as they walked. Drums needed to hold her as they walked up the steps to street level, otherwise she would probably fall flat on her face.

"You tease too much, you're going to get in trouble," Drums chastised her as they rode home in a taxi.

"I'm a slut, you know that," Jen said drunkenly. "I like sex too much." She pulled Drums to her and they made out all the way home.

Inside the loft apartment Jen pushed Drums onto the sofa. She got on her knees between his legs. She took out his cock, he was rock hard. But there was hurt on his face.

"Aw poor baby, did I make you jealous flirting with your friend?" she playfully whined in a clearly fake little girl voice.

"Fuck Jen you're a real bitch," he derided her. Inside he WAS hurt and jealousy, and now she was making fun of him.

"Do you really think I'd pick Mal, when I've got this to play with?" Jen said with a carefree laugh, holding his cock with both hands (and she needed both hands, that was how thick he was!).

"So I'm just something to play with?"

"Yeah, you're just my fuck toy," Jen said looking at his cock. He really had a nice one. She lowered her head and swallowed him into her mouth.

Drums groaned, his head rolling back. She was hurting his feelings, clearly he didn't mean anything to her, but still her mouth felt soooo good.

She sucked him for a few minutes, then stood up. She undressed slowly, letting him eat her up with his eyes. After shimming out of the skinny jeans she stepped back into the high heels like a true slut. She straddled his lap, then wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

They made out and fondled each other, both of them soon panting. Jen reached between their bodies and guided his cock to her pussy. She lowered herself onto him, his cock slowly penetrating her. She knew he didn't have a condom on but at that moment she didn't care.

They kissed as she rode him, lustfully pushing her tongue down his throat. God his long thick cock felt so good! So much better without a condom, she loved skin to skin! And the Ecstasy made it feel even better!

She came on his cock, her back arching and her toes curling in the high heels as the orgasmic pleasure ripped through her.

Drums kissed her as she came down from her orgasm. "Don't I mean anything to you?" he asked.

"You're my fuck toy, isn't that enough?" she said drunkenly, riding him slow.

Drums got suddenly angry. He threw her onto her back and pounded her hard, violently. He put her legs over his shoulders so he could fuck her even harder, he wanted to hurt her, abuse her!

But Jen loved it! She clawed at his muscular arms and back as she felt another climax building in her.

"Yeah, yeah, fuck me hard!" Jen urged him. Even as he felt his own orgasm approach, tears welled in his eyes, he knew he meant nothing to her.

Jen threw her head back as she came. Her spasming pussy muscles pushed Drums over the edge. He grabbed her shoulders and then violently slammed up into her, once, twice, over and over, each time shooting his potent seed into her unprotected and fertile womb.

"Yeah, yeah, god!" Jen said riding him thought his orgasm. She felt his ejaculation splattering her walls, it felt so nasty!

Drums collapsed onto her, completely physically and emotionally spent. Finally he leaned up on his elbows and looked at her. She had passed out.

Feeling disheartened, Drums pulled out of her. His shaft was covered with their combined juices. His sperm oozed out of her pussy. He must've cum a lot inside her.

He was angry and hurt, but she looked like a sweet angel as she slept. He carried her to bed. Along the way her high heels fell from her pretty feet. He gently laid her in bed.

Jen automatically rolled to her side. Drums got into bed, spooning her and pulling the blanket over then. He put his arm around her and she sleepily pulled it to her breasts. They slept that way.

Jen fell into a routine with Drums. She worked really hard at work, getting all the Memphis campaigns going. Sometimes she worked out after work, sometimes not. When she got home he was there, he'd have dinner ready. They ate dinner, watched a little TV, worked on his marketing a little, drunk and maybe smoked some weed. At night they fucked, he always got her off at least once, and then slept together in the same bed.

Jen continued to categorize her life into the three buckets: Mike, Joe and Memphis. It was the only way she could get by.

Frankie was somewhere in there. He didn't rate his own bucket. But his being around was comforting, it was nice not to be alone. Frankie tried to lighten her spirits, he kidded around and played his guitar. But when she was with him she was only half there, her thoughts elsewhere.

In the back of her head Jen knew Frankie had feelings for her. She knew she was using him. But then, he was using her too. And he could leave anytime she wanted. She didn't worry about Frankie, he was an adult, she already had too many things to worry about.

Like before they had sex all the time, at least once a day. It was almost as if they'd never stopped, because between their break up and now she'd only had that one night with Joe. Their sex was a temporary distraction and satiated her body's urges (which otherwise would have been annoying, like an itch you couldn't find to scratch).

Mostly Drums always used condoms. Sometimes she'd let him inside her bareback if she was feeling really horny (and high!) but she always made him pull out. Except for that one time he never came inside her.

She was only mildly worried about getting pregnant. In her life there had been more than a few times when guys had cum in her (and she wasn't on the pill) and she never got pregnant, except for that one time with Tom. She was too busy at work and worried about Mike to pay it much attention. She fleetingly thought about going on the pill. But she was using condoms, she was making Frankie pull out, that had worked all her life.

There was no new information about Mike. Sam and his powerful law firm were working hard at it but they were getting nowhere with the government, Sam had still not been allowed to talk to Mike. Reporters like Jasmine Kelly were also putting a lot of pressure on the government to provide updates on Mike, and more than a few Congressmen and Senators were pushing for more information, but the administration would not bulge.

But the government was definitely feeling the pressure. "We can't hold him forever," the FBI Director said. He shook his head as he read the report. "It's become a crusade for Jasmine Kelly, she's organizing support for Andrews in Congress."

"We've gotten no information!" the NSA Director said angrily. "We need his confession!"

"He's a tough shit," Colonel Banks said with a shrug.

"You need to use more robust measures," the NSA Director hissed in a low voice using the government's common euphemism for torture.

Colonel Banks shook his head, returning the NSA Director's angry stare. "We have nothing on him, how do we justify torturing an American citizen?"

"Do we have anything on Andrews?" Secretary Taylor asked, his frustration apparent.

"We have the logs where Andrews hacked into Sapphire," Trent reminded everyone.

"True, but those logs clearly show he never got close to the Liberty routines," Allen pointed out. He looked frustrated too. "We've never figured out why he bothered to hack in."

Colonel Banks laughed as understanding suddenly hit him.

"What?" the FBI Director asked.

"Don't you see?" Colonel Banks said laughing again, but the laugh was without any humor. "Our logs PROVE his innocence. Mike Andrews used US as his alibi!"

The room went silent as they all took that in. Looking wearing in his chair, Secretary Taylor said "Is he really that smart?"

"We can't let him go," the NSA Director insisted. "We know he did it."

"I agree," the FBI Director reluctantly said. "He goes free, it's an invitation for others to attack us."

"Let's ship him to Gitmo," the NSA Director suggested eagerly. "Turn him over to the CIA. They'll get a confession out of him."

"The President hasn't authorized any ... robust measures," Secretary Taylor said.

"I have an idea," Colonel Banks said.

One evening after work Jen went to visit Sam. Jen tried to talk to Sam but he was really out of it with the chemo and all the meds.

When she left his room Willow was there. They briefly hugged hello, and then Willow gave Jen a long look as if studying her.

The old gypsy woman gave Jen a sad, faint smile. "Oh, sweet Jennifer," Willow sighed, affectionately brushing a lock of blonde hair from Jen's young pretty face.

"What?" Jen asked.

"You don't know?" Willow asked.

"Know what?" Jen asked puzzled.

"Jennifer darling," Willow said. "You're pregnant."