Adultery Life After We by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Their laughter died off and they were silent. Then Allie said "Maybe we'll have some fun in Vegas." They were going to Vegas next week for a Google status meeting. Their Google account was just as important as Memphis, and Keri liked holding meetings at the Venetian in Vegas.

Jen shrugged a "maybe" and gave Allie a weak smile.

"Can I get a Highland Park scotch and a white wine?" Mike asked the bartender. As the bartender fixed the drinks he turned back and looked over the crowd. He was with Jasmine at a swanky party in the San Francisco Ritz. All the movers and shakers in Silicon Valley were there. It was Jasmine's kind of event.

Mike looked in the crowd for Jasmine. She was easy to spot, just look for the biggest crowd of men. She was easily the prettiest girl in the room and always attracted a lot of attention.

He looked at Jasmine talking to the men around her. She definitely knew how to work the room. In that way she was a lot like Jen. But while Jen was a bubbly, flirty social butterfly, Jasmine was all business.

Jasmine used her beautiful looks to attract attention, but she wasn't a flirt. She was always looking for the next story, to further her professional network, figuring ways to advance her career. To Jasmine, the measure of a man wasn't whether he had a handsome face or hard body, but his power, wealth and influence in the world.

Mike felt a touch on his shoulder. "Excuse me, Mike Andrews? Do you remember me?"

Mike turned and saw an attractive older woman smiling at him. She was just an inch or two shorter than him, about 5'6" or so. She had short auburn hair and green eyes. She wore a dress that hugged her body and showed off her curves, but was classy too. Always the leg and foot man, he noticed she wore high heels with a little toe cleavage.

Mike recognized her. "Nancy, right?" he said with a smile. "From the Beekman High college?" He'd interviewed with her when he was looking for jobs in Manhattan. "What are you doing in San Francisco?"

"We have a conference of high college principals here," she explained. "I'm here with a friend."

Nancy's friend approached. He was tall and younger than Nancy, just a few years older than Mike. "Ready to go?" the man said, putting his hand on her back. Mike noticed as the man's hand started at the middle of Nancy's back and then moved down, only stopping when he reached the swell of her ass.

Mike remembered meeting Nancy's husband while interviewing, he'd happened to be at Beekman High that day visiting his wife. This younger man definitely wasn't her husband.

"Call me if you're ever back in New York," Nancy said. "We still have a position open. We'd love you to join us."

"Thanks, I appreciate that," Mike said. They exchanged a smile and then Nancy and her friend turned and left. Mike watched as they walked away. For an older woman (she was maybe early 50s), Nancy had a really nice ass and legs. She fit her dress well.

Nancy leaned into the man as they walked away, and his hand moved lower, from her back to her ass. Clearly they were more than platonic friends.

Mike shrugged. If Nancy sought out men when she was away from home, well, that wasn't any of his business. But he realized he was hard in his pants. The possibility of Nancy cheating on her husband- that she was cuckolding him with a younger and better looking man - it turned him on.

Mike shook his head as if to clear his head. He knew Jasmine would never cheat on him, or any other man for that matter. She was a good person, passionate about the causes she believed in, loyal to a fault. She was beautiful and had an incredible body. But she wasn't bubbly or happy-go-lucky. She wasn't flirty, she wasn't adventurous sexually. She wasn't Jen.

Mike shrugged. He still held Jasmine's white wine. He went looking for her.