Adultery Consequences by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Consequences Pt. 26: Final

Jen's eyes slowly opened. She couldn't believe what she was seeing. Who she was seeing!

She bolted up in bed. "Oh my god Mike!" she cried, her body filled with sudden relief and joy.

Then she saw the hurt and anger in her husband's face. She suddenly remembered Frankie, laying right next to her. They were both nude, and his hand was on her pregnant belly. Her pussy still felt tender from their recent fucking, wet from his cum inside her.

"Oh Mike!" she wailed, tears flowing down her cheeks. She threw Frankie's hand off her and hurriedly wrapped a sheet around herself. She rushed to him, falling to her knees and hugging his legs. "Please Mike ..."

"Jen -," Drums said frowning.

"Go Frankie get out now!" Jen yelled not taking her arms from Mike's legs. Scowling, Drums got dressed and left.

Jen looked up at Mike through tear stained eyes. "Please let me explain baby," she begged. "Please ..."

Mike reached down and pulled off the sheet. He looked down at her pregnant stomach.

"Please Mike ..." she begged. She was crying really hard now.

Mike felt numb. Somehow she managed to walk him to the sofa and sat him there. She didn't want to talk in bed, there were too many signs of her recent sex with Frankie.

Jen hurriedly changed into Mike's old fraternity t-shirt. It was just big enough to fit over her belly. She sat next to him, her legs under her. She snuggled into his arm and hugged him tight. "I can't believe you're finally home," she said, and she started crying again.

Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said "It's Drums' baby." It was a statement, not a question.

Jen's tears poured out and she hugged him even tighter, she was terrified he was going to leave her. She didn't know what to say so she just told the truth. "I was alone, they were holding you, I didn't know what to do," she said sobbing. "He was there."

"I don't love him, I don't feel anything for him!" she hurriedly added. "He was just there."

"How far are you?" Mike asked.

"... about 7 months" Jen said hesitantly.

It didn't take a math genius to figure it out. "So you started fucking him as soon as they arrested me," he said bitterly.

"Mike please ..." she said hugging him even tighter.

"Did you?" he pressed. He knew the answer but he wanted her to say it.

"... it was just sex," Jen said hesitantly, trying to assure him. "I don't feel anything for him. They arrested you, Sam said they might hold you a long time. I didn't know what to do, I freaked. I couldn't stand being alone. Frankie he was just there."

"Everyone thinks it's your baby," Jen said looking at Mike and clutching his shirt. "It IS your baby."

When he didn't respond Jen clutched his shirt. "Please say it's your baby Mike, please!" she begged.

"I just ... I need some time," Mike finally said.

It was really late, they were both emotionally and physically tired. Jen hurriedly changed the sheets. She called Allie so she wouldn't worry. Then she took a shower to wash Frankie off her. Of course she couldn't wash the baby away ...

She toweled off and sprinkled baby powder on herself, knowing Mike loved that. She put his old fraternity t-shirt back on and went out. She got scared when he wasn't in bed. Did he leave? But she found him on the sofa looking into the distance.

He seemed in shock, distant. She gently walked him to the bedroom and undressed him. Her heart broke, he was so thin! She laid him in bed and she snuggled in next to her.

As they lay in the darkness Jen ran her hand over his body. Not sexual, more motherly. He was so thin! She wanted to know what happened but she knew not to ask, there was time for that later.

She ran her hand down to his crotch. He was hard. She put her leg over his. She knew he loved it when she ran her leg over his, he was a major leg man, so she did that. She was rewarded when he got even harder. She began slowly stroking him.

"Don't," he said. She heard a lot of hurt in his voice. Of course he was hurt, what man wouldn't be hurt. But at least he was here, in bed with her, he hadn't bolted.

"Please let me do this," she whispered to him, kissing his cheek. She sensed it was too soon to try to make love to him, his emotions were too raw for that. So instead she kissed down his body. She took him into her mouth.

She could easily swallow all of him. He was small, but at that moment she would be happy with just his penis for the rest of her life. She focused on giving him pleasure and release.

As she went down on him, Mike reached down and gently squeezed her breasts. Jen paused long enough to take off the t-shirt, giving her husband complete access to her body. After all, her body was his, not matter what Frankie had done to her. As she took him into her mouth again, she felt him reach down and gently squeeze her breasts, as if getting use to their bigger size. Then his hands continued to her belly. He tenderly caressed her pregnant stomach as she sucked him. She loved the feeling on his tender hand on her stomach.

He came moments later. He came a lot, way more than normal. She almost gagged on the amount of semen. That made sense she guessed since he hadn't had sex for 7 months.

After swallowing all of it she moved back up his body and hugged him tight. She intended to hold him all night, she wasn't going to let him get away. Although laying that way was uncomfortable given her big belly.

"Would it be better on your side?" Mike asked, sensing her discomfort.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. She rolled onto her side. As she did though she held Mike's wrist tight, so he had to roll with her and spoon her from behind. She clutched his hand to her breasts. After some time his hand moved to her belly. Her heart leaped when he did that. Maybe everything would be okay!

When Jen woke up the next day Mike was still spooning her. She turned over and he was awake, looking at her. His eyes were sad.

"I'm sorry I let this happen," Jen said softly. It was clear what "this" was since her big belly was pressing against his stomach. "I don't care about Frankie," she assured him. "I was a mess, he was there, that's all it was." She grew more desperate with every word. She clutched his hands and kissed them. "Don't leave me Mike! Please!" She looked at him desperately. "Say you won't leave me!"

"Jen ..." he said pulling away and rolling onto his back. She hugged him tight. She decided not to press it. They needed time, he needed time to let all this sink in. She hugged him even tighter. As long as he didn't leave her she figured things would work out eventually. "I love you Mike," she said.

The next day Mike and Jen met with Sam, who flew in from LA. "Claire wanted to come but she's in a show," Sam said after hugging Mike and Jen. Claire, his wife and Mike's good friend, was an actress in LA.

Sam pulled out the contract Mike signed. "They sent me a copy," Sam said. Seeing the pain on Mike's face, he added "You had to do it Mike, you had no choice."

"What?" Jen asked, not knowing what they were talking about.

Mike couldn't bring himself to tell Jen what the government had taken from him, taken from them. Seeing this, Sam handed the contract to Jen. She took a few moments to read it.

Mike was filled with dread as Jen read it. They were practically penniless now. They'd had everything in joint accounts and the government had taken it all, so they'd taken Jen's money too. All they had left was the loft apartment (the government didn't take their home) and their personal belongings.

Jen finished reading the contract. She looked up at Mike and saw the pain on his face. "I don't care about the money," she said hugging him. "All I care about is you're home." She was telling the truth too, they could always make more money.

"I can't work in finance anymore Jen," Mike said sounding desperate. "How can I make a living?"

"We'll figure something out baby," she said kissing him. "All that matters is you're home." She hugged him and said "I love you Mike, I don't care about the money, we'll be fine."

Jen insisted Mike go see a doctor. Dr. Sloan (Mike's regular doctor) declared him in good health given the circumstances. He prescribed to Mike some vitamins and supplements.

"What about his leg?" Jen asked rubbing his bad leg. She'd noticed his limp was more pronounced.

"I guess I didn't get to do my exercises," Mike said. He said it like a joke, but there was a shadow over his face.

Doctor Sloan smiled but he looked worried. He asked Jen to wait a moment as Mike went to the on-site pharmacy for the vitamins and supplements.

"Mike's no doubt been through a lot," Dr. Sloan said to Jen, his brow creased. "It wouldn't surprise me if he's suffering from a form of posttraumatic stress disorder. You might find him lethargic, distant, depressed. I think he'll get over it eventually, Mike's got a strong disposition. Short term though he might sink lower. Watch him and call me if his condition worsens."

Mike was quiet that evening. Jen tried to get him to open up but he mostly responded with one syllable answers. In bed she tried to have sex with him. She desperately wanted to make love. That was how they'd always gotten over problems before, through the intimacy of sex. But Mike said he was too tired, he wouldn't even let her go down on him. She knew he was aroused though, he was rock hard (in fact he was hard all day long, she'd checked a few times by brushing her hand across him). She decided not to push, she knew he needed time. "I love you baby," she said as she kissed him goodnight.

Jen took off work the next day too. They planned to spend the day looking for a job for Mike. Jen thought he should wait, it was too soon, but Mike seemed desperate to get a job, to confirm to himself he was still capable of making a living.