Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Jen," Joe said giving her a weak smile. "I think this might be it."

"Don't say that," Jen said tears welling up in her eyes.

"It's okay, I'm at peace with it," Joe said. He looked guilty. "I just want to tell you ... I wish I was a better person."

"What do you mean?"

"Jen, do you think if a good person does a bad thing, it makes him a bad person?"

"I don't know," Jen said. "I guess it depends on what he did."

Joe nodded. Of course that was the answer, what else could it be?

"Can I asked you something?" he whispered. He touched her tummy. "Have you been with anyone else, since me?"

Jen nodded looking ashamed. "I guess I'm a bad person," she said.

Joe looked disappointed, but managed to give her a kind reassuring smile. "No, you're a good person who maybe did a bad thing."

"I don't think there's a maybe about it," Jen said with a humorless laugh.

"You did it with me," Joe said softly. "That wasn't bad, it was a gift."

"Hey, I got something out of it too mister," Jen said with a crooked grin.

Joe smiled at her. Then he touched her tummy again. "Do you think it could be mine?"

Jen understood what this was all about. Joe was dying, he wanted to have some legacy of his life. "It could be Joe," she said squeezing his hand and giving him an encouraging smile. She doubted it was though, past chemo had probably left him sterile.

Joe managed a smile. "Thank you for taking care of me Jen," he said. "It meant a lot, to be with a beautiful woman before ...." He choked up. He added "It was really special."

Jen knew he was going to say "before I die." Tears fell down her cheeks. "It was special for me too Joe," she said leaning over and kissing his hand.

"I hope it works out for you and Mike," Joe said. "Tell him I'm sorry, okay?"

Jen nodded, sobbing.

There was a knock at the door. Dr. Calgary said "I think it's time Jen."

"Okay," Jen said sobbing. "Goodbye Joe."

Joe gave Jen a last smile. "Goodbye Jen."

A young priest walked in, taking Jen's place beside the bed. "Hello Joe," Father Preston said. "You called for me?"

Joe had attended Father Preston's church since moving to New York City. He asked the same thing he asked Jen. "Father, if a good person does a bad thing, does that make him a bad person?"

"Joe, in the eyes of God, all men have the potential of being good," Father Preston said. "You only need to confess your sins and God will forgive you. Is there something you'd like to confess Joe?"

Joe nodded. "I did something bad Father."

"Then confess your sins Joe," Father Preston urged him. "Confess and God will forgive you."

Joe nodded. He told Father Preston everything.

Later that night, Joe died.

"My name is Allen, I'm chief scientist here at CATF," Allen said. He sat across from Mike. Mike had lost a lot of weight, he looked almost emaciated. He was pale from not seeing the sun for months.

Allen offered his hand. Mike was surprised at the civilized gesture, it'd been a long time since anyone had treated him as a human being.

Mike shook Allen's hand. Allen noticed Mike's hands were handcuffed and chained to the floor.

"I'll get to the point," Allen said. "My team has been studying how you infected Sapphire --."

"I didn't infect Sapphire," Mike insisted. "You have no evidence."

"That's why I'm here," Allen said giving Mike a friendly smile. "I'm here to offer you a deal. You tell us how the Cloaking Device works, you go free."

"The Cloaking Device?" Mike asked.

"The way you hacked into Sapphire without leaving any tracks," Allen said. He gave Mike an apologetic smile. "Sorry, I'm a big Trekkie."

Mike couldn't help smiling. They were calling his software the cloaking device. "So what are you, the good cop?" he asked.

"I'm a scientist talking to another scientist," Allen said. "You're right, we don't have any evidence. That doesn't mean we can't keep you here a long time. People are talking about sending you to Gitmo, handling you over to the CIA. Trust me Mike, you don't want that to happen."

"What would the government do with the Cloak?" Mike asked stubbornly. "More spying on Americans?"

"Mike, do you know we were already setting up a special court that would have oversight over Liberty?" Allen said. "Yes, I admit, we jumped the gun and the spying was illegal, but we were working towards making it legal."

"You're lying," Mike said.

"Mike come on," Allen said gently. "We're the United States of America. Sometimes it takes a while, but we usually get it right, eventually."

Allen looked imploringly at Mike. "Mike, you have to trust our government to do the right thing. Take the deal. Get your life back."

That morning Jen looked at her iPhone. She'd put tape over the crack and that'd worked for a while, but now the screen was falling apart. She dropped it off at the Apple Store near work. The attendant told her the phone would be ready tomorrow.

Later that day Drums called Jen. "I just flew in, want to get together?"

Jen looked at the time. It was already 7pm. She could hook up with Frankie and get to Allie and Darren's place by 830pm, maybe earlier. Allie wouldn't suspect anything, she'd been working late a lot (Jen hadn't told Allie about her liaisons with Frankie).

"Okay," Jen said into her phone.

Drums was inside her within 5 minutes of meeting at the loft apartment. That was how it was with them, their sex was passionate, urgent and fast. Jen let him touch her wherever he wanted, but she wouldn't let him kiss her or snuggle her after. They hardly spoke at all and usually she made him leave right after.

Her big belly made missionary awkward, so by silent agreement he always took her from behind. Jen liked it better that way anyway, it was her favorite position. She supported her big belly with pillows and that allowed him to pound her really hard, fast and deep.

After they came Drums pulled out of Jen and rolled onto his back, panting. His cock was covered with their mutual juices.

Jen sat up in bed and pulled a sheet over her. "You should go Frankie," she said.

"My single's a hit, it's number 18," Frankie said grinning.

Jen gave him a weak smile. "That's good Frankie, I'm happy for you."

"How about a drink, to celebrate?" he asked.

"Yeah, sure," Jen said with a shrug. She didn't want to celebrate, she didn't care about his stupid single. Whatever.

She was looking out the window when he came back with 2 tumblers. One was filled with vodka, the other water. "Here you go," Drums said giving Jen the glass of water. They clinked glasses. Jen managed to smile at him.

"How do you feel?" Drums said.

"I feel fat," Jen said her hands on her belly. "My back hurts all the time."

"You're not fat," Drums said with a good natured laugh. He ran his hand up her leg and gave her knee an encouraging squeeze. Her legs were as amazing as always. Her ass and hips were a little more womanly, but honestly he thought she looked even sexier this way. He liked her knew curves.

He ran his hand up her thigh. The sheet fell away. He looked between her legs.

Her pussy lips were red and swollen from their fucking, and some of his cream was oozing out. He noticed that, as always, she was completely hairless (she told him once Mike had paid for her to get electrolysis so she had a permanent Brazilian). But now she had a little tuff of soft blonde hair above her clit.

"I guess it's hard to shave with your stomach," he observed.

Jen shrugged. Honestly she hadn't thought about it.

Since meeting Mike she'd always used her little tuff of pubic hair to tease him. Sometimes she kept a little landing strip to teasingly remind him she was a natural blonde. Other times she kept herself completely bare to make herself look really young, like a college girl (Mike loved that look) or to torment him with the knowledge she was keeping herself bare for her lovers. So much of what she did was about Mike ....

"I can shave you, help you out," Drums joked.

"Don't worry about it," Jen said listlessly, pulling the sheet back up. "You should go Frankie."

"I'm worried about you Jen," Drums said. "You seem so unhappy."

Jen shrugged. "I don't know," she said looking off into the distance, as if talking to herself. "I don't know where I'm going ..."

"You're an amazing person Jen," Drums assured her. "Things will get better."

"Amazing?" Jen scoffed with a sarcastic laugh. "My husband's in jail. And what do I do? I'm pregnant with your baby. I just let you fuck me. I'm not amazing Frankie. I'm nothing. I'm hateful."

Jen felt empty inside. She wanted to cry but she couldn't. There was nothing there.

"Jen babe come on, don't say that," Frankie said. He hugged her. "Come on, let me rub your back."

He laid her on her side, facing away from him. She let him do it, feeling listless and not caring what he did.

Frankie pulled the sheet away, exposing her back. He rubbed up and down her back and dug his thumbs into her lumbar muscles.

"Feel better?" he asked.

"Yeah I guess," she said.

Frankie studied her back side. Her ass was a little fleshier and her hips a little curvier. Her legs remained tight and toned. He honestly thought she looked better than ever, he hoped her body kept the extra curves after the baby came.

"You look really good Jen," he said stroking her ass hoping to make her feel better. Jen didn't say anything.