24-12-2018, 03:37 PM
She paced around the room more. It was like she was struggling with herself, trying to block something from her thoughts, trying to resist.
Finally she couldn't resist anymore. "What's Mike doing?" she thought to herself.
She put on a negligee. It was one Mike had given her for Valentine's day when they'd been engaged. It was filmy and pink and practically see though. It was held up by just 2 thin straps and ended just an inch or two below her pussy. The negligee had a matching lacy pink g-string, but she left the black thong on.
It was a special negligee, Mike's favorite. She usually wore it to bed on their anniversary or other special days, like Mike's birthday. Because it was special to Mike, she'd never worn it for any of her lovers.
Jen left her bedroom. She silently stepped to the den bedroom, walking on her tip toes to avoid the high heels scbanging on the hardwood floor. She lightly pressed her ear to the door. She heard Mike inside. It sounded like chanting, but she couldn't make out the words.
She knew it was an invasion of his privacy, but she couldn't help herself. She suddenly opened the door.
Mike's eyes went wide in shock. He paused for a split second, but then he threw the blanket over him.
But that split second had been enough. She'd seen it. Her pink panties around his cock, as he played with himself.
Mike knew she saw it. He waited for her to ridicule him, call him a pervert, call him a panty-boy sissy or something like that.
But Jen didn't say any of that. Instead she said "Thanks for taking care of Anna tonight."
"Sure, of course," Mike sputtered out.
"I think she likes you," Jen said.
"I like her a lot, she's a great baby," Mike said. Feeling confident, he gave Jen a long up and down look. She was wearing the negligee. His negligee, the special one. He smiled and said "You look really good."
Jen gave him a smile.
"Is Joey still here?"
"He left."
"Why are you wearing that?"
Jen didn't answer. She didn't know why.
She walked towards Mike, her high heels clinking along the floor. She stopped when her knees touched the bed. Feeling out of control, she said in a soft voice, "Do you mind?" She pulled the blanket from Mike.
Her eyes focused on his penis. The red panties laid crumpled around his balls. She pulled them away so she could look at his penis.
She was mesmerized looking at him. He was rock hard. His cock was small. Only about 4 inches hard, a little thinner than average. She'd had her share of lovers, many while she was with Mike (with his blessing and encouragement). But she'd held his cock in her hands more than any other. He'd been inside her mouth and pussy more than any other. He'd cum inside her more than any other man. If she added it all up, he'd made her cum - his cock had made her cum - more than any other man.
Mike couldn't move as Jen studied his penis. Part of him - a big part of him - wanted her to touch him. Touch him with her hands, her mouth, her pussy, anything, just touch him and make him cum.
But Mike thought of Jasmine. He was with Jasmine now. He'd done a lot of shit with Jen lately, stuff some might consider cheating. But if Jen touched his cock and got him off, that would definitely be cheating.
Jasmine had been too good to him. He liked her a lot, he owed her too much. He wouldn't cheat on her.
He pulled the blanket back over himself.
Jen seemed to snap out of a trace when he did that. Mike thought she looked relieved. Maybe she was struggling over cheating on Clint. They had an open relationship, but her ex had to be out of bounds, right?
Jen stepped away from the bed, looking flustered and confused. Impulsively, she pulled the soiled black thong off. She threw the panties onto the bed and rushed out of the room.
Mike looked at the lacy black thong panties for long moments, probably minutes, unable to move. He finally picked them up. They were wet. Mike didn't need to smell them to know the wetness came from Joey's cum. Unable to control himself, he wrapped the black panties around his cock (he was still rock hard) and stroked himself. He came in seconds.
The next morning, Mike softly knocked on Jen's door. When she didn't answer, he opened the door a crack and looked in. Jen was still asleep. She'd tossed and turned most of the night.
She'd kicked most of the blanket off. She still wore just the negligee, but the straps were down and he could see her breasts. He could also see her firm ass and toned thighs. God she was so hot. Her breasts had always been so perfect. Now they were larger and still perfect!
Her hips and ass. She was still petite and slim, but now with her more womanly hips and ass she looked so delicious!
Mike felt himself stiffening. He willed his hard-on to go away. He gently pulled the sheet back up to cover her. Then he gently shook her shoulder. "Jen, you have to get up," he said softly.
"What?" Jen asked waking up. She opened her eyes and saw Mike.
"Don't you have to work today?" he asked.
Her eyes opened wide. "Shit!" she said looking at the clock. It was 8am. It wasn't a disaster. She had a meeting at 930. She could easily make it if she hurried.
The sheet had fallen away when she turned to look at the clock. When she turned back to Mike he was staring at her completely exposed breasts.
She pulled the sheet back to cover her. "I better get back to Anna," Mike stammered, hurriedly going back out to the kitchen. As he left Jen glance at his crotch. He was hard.
Jen hurriedly showered and dressed. She tried not to think about last night. Mike didn't mention last night either when she came out. By unspoken agreement they were avoiding the topic, at least for now.
That day Jen thought a lot about Mike. There was something definitely going on between them. Ok, that was Captain Obvious! She'd spent the evening with Joey, fucked him and came on his cock twice, but it seemed like the 20-year old college student was just a cameo bit player in this drama that was playing out between them.
Then she thought of Clint. She felt guilty and confused. He was away for another week, for business. She had mixed feelings about that. But this gave her time to talk to Mike, work through things.
When Jen got home later that night Mike was feeding Anna. She hugged and kissed Anna, and then played blocks and games with her baby while Mike looked on.
Later, after putting Anna down for the night, Jen said hopefully "Want to get brunch tomorrow? We can take Anna to the zoo. It'll be fun to hang out."
"Oh, I would," Mike said awkwardly. "But I'm spending the weekend with Jasmine. I've actually got to run, we have a late dinner reservation. If you need help this weekend with babysitting -."
"No, I'm good," Jen said immediately, a fake smile plastered on her face. She felt like a complete idiot. A desperate ex-wife looking for... what?
After Mike left, Jen sat on the sofa looking out the window at the night sky. She needed to face reality. Mike had moved on. Whether with Jasmine or Tara or another girl, he'd moved on. Jen knew he'd have his choice of pretty girls, he was a good catch. No, not a good catch, a great catch. Good husband and father material. Just look at how he'd bonded so quickly with Anna.
Jen got it. Mike felt bad about disappearing for a year, so now he was helping out with Anna. He also wanted some kind of ongoing relationship with both her and Anna. That was his way of getting closure.
Sure, she could dick with him, tease him to distraction. She knew all his buttons. He was still Mike, a kinky voyeur. Apparently he wasn't getting that from Jasmine, so she was his outlet. But he didn't feel anything for her, except friendship.
She felt sad. She knew no other man would love her, adore her, worship her even, as much as Mike. And deep down, she knew her love for him had been special. Their connection had been special. Mike made her feel good about herself. She might fall in love with another man, but it wouldn't be the same.
She'd lost so much. She knew it was her own fault, but that didn't make it any easier.
She tried to look to the bright side. In a way Mike was still looking after her. He was helping her become herself again. Maybe they needed each other to get to the next stage of their lives.
She thought about Clint. He was handsome, hunky. He was steady and trustworthy, wealthy and kind. He was low maintenance (unlike Mike who was a lot of drama). He allowed her to explore her sexuality. What was wrong with this picture? Nothing! Why wasn't she going all in with Clint?
Why wasn't she?
She thought about it. Clint was traveling all over the place, but this weekend he was in Atlanta. Atlanta was just a short hop from LaGuardia.
She called him. Smiling into the phone, she said "Hey cowboy, want to spend the weekend with your favorite 2 girls?"
Jasmine had the weekend all planned out. A networking dinner on Friday, a black tie on Saturday, a country club brunch on Sunday. Mike went with it. He didn't enjoy it, but he put on a brave face and did his best to mingle.
Finally she couldn't resist anymore. "What's Mike doing?" she thought to herself.
She put on a negligee. It was one Mike had given her for Valentine's day when they'd been engaged. It was filmy and pink and practically see though. It was held up by just 2 thin straps and ended just an inch or two below her pussy. The negligee had a matching lacy pink g-string, but she left the black thong on.
It was a special negligee, Mike's favorite. She usually wore it to bed on their anniversary or other special days, like Mike's birthday. Because it was special to Mike, she'd never worn it for any of her lovers.
Jen left her bedroom. She silently stepped to the den bedroom, walking on her tip toes to avoid the high heels scbanging on the hardwood floor. She lightly pressed her ear to the door. She heard Mike inside. It sounded like chanting, but she couldn't make out the words.
She knew it was an invasion of his privacy, but she couldn't help herself. She suddenly opened the door.
Mike's eyes went wide in shock. He paused for a split second, but then he threw the blanket over him.
But that split second had been enough. She'd seen it. Her pink panties around his cock, as he played with himself.
Mike knew she saw it. He waited for her to ridicule him, call him a pervert, call him a panty-boy sissy or something like that.
But Jen didn't say any of that. Instead she said "Thanks for taking care of Anna tonight."
"Sure, of course," Mike sputtered out.
"I think she likes you," Jen said.
"I like her a lot, she's a great baby," Mike said. Feeling confident, he gave Jen a long up and down look. She was wearing the negligee. His negligee, the special one. He smiled and said "You look really good."
Jen gave him a smile.
"Is Joey still here?"
"He left."
"Why are you wearing that?"
Jen didn't answer. She didn't know why.
She walked towards Mike, her high heels clinking along the floor. She stopped when her knees touched the bed. Feeling out of control, she said in a soft voice, "Do you mind?" She pulled the blanket from Mike.
Her eyes focused on his penis. The red panties laid crumpled around his balls. She pulled them away so she could look at his penis.
She was mesmerized looking at him. He was rock hard. His cock was small. Only about 4 inches hard, a little thinner than average. She'd had her share of lovers, many while she was with Mike (with his blessing and encouragement). But she'd held his cock in her hands more than any other. He'd been inside her mouth and pussy more than any other. He'd cum inside her more than any other man. If she added it all up, he'd made her cum - his cock had made her cum - more than any other man.
Mike couldn't move as Jen studied his penis. Part of him - a big part of him - wanted her to touch him. Touch him with her hands, her mouth, her pussy, anything, just touch him and make him cum.
But Mike thought of Jasmine. He was with Jasmine now. He'd done a lot of shit with Jen lately, stuff some might consider cheating. But if Jen touched his cock and got him off, that would definitely be cheating.
Jasmine had been too good to him. He liked her a lot, he owed her too much. He wouldn't cheat on her.
He pulled the blanket back over himself.
Jen seemed to snap out of a trace when he did that. Mike thought she looked relieved. Maybe she was struggling over cheating on Clint. They had an open relationship, but her ex had to be out of bounds, right?
Jen stepped away from the bed, looking flustered and confused. Impulsively, she pulled the soiled black thong off. She threw the panties onto the bed and rushed out of the room.
Mike looked at the lacy black thong panties for long moments, probably minutes, unable to move. He finally picked them up. They were wet. Mike didn't need to smell them to know the wetness came from Joey's cum. Unable to control himself, he wrapped the black panties around his cock (he was still rock hard) and stroked himself. He came in seconds.
The next morning, Mike softly knocked on Jen's door. When she didn't answer, he opened the door a crack and looked in. Jen was still asleep. She'd tossed and turned most of the night.
She'd kicked most of the blanket off. She still wore just the negligee, but the straps were down and he could see her breasts. He could also see her firm ass and toned thighs. God she was so hot. Her breasts had always been so perfect. Now they were larger and still perfect!
Her hips and ass. She was still petite and slim, but now with her more womanly hips and ass she looked so delicious!
Mike felt himself stiffening. He willed his hard-on to go away. He gently pulled the sheet back up to cover her. Then he gently shook her shoulder. "Jen, you have to get up," he said softly.
"What?" Jen asked waking up. She opened her eyes and saw Mike.
"Don't you have to work today?" he asked.
Her eyes opened wide. "Shit!" she said looking at the clock. It was 8am. It wasn't a disaster. She had a meeting at 930. She could easily make it if she hurried.
The sheet had fallen away when she turned to look at the clock. When she turned back to Mike he was staring at her completely exposed breasts.
She pulled the sheet back to cover her. "I better get back to Anna," Mike stammered, hurriedly going back out to the kitchen. As he left Jen glance at his crotch. He was hard.
Jen hurriedly showered and dressed. She tried not to think about last night. Mike didn't mention last night either when she came out. By unspoken agreement they were avoiding the topic, at least for now.
That day Jen thought a lot about Mike. There was something definitely going on between them. Ok, that was Captain Obvious! She'd spent the evening with Joey, fucked him and came on his cock twice, but it seemed like the 20-year old college student was just a cameo bit player in this drama that was playing out between them.
Then she thought of Clint. She felt guilty and confused. He was away for another week, for business. She had mixed feelings about that. But this gave her time to talk to Mike, work through things.
When Jen got home later that night Mike was feeding Anna. She hugged and kissed Anna, and then played blocks and games with her baby while Mike looked on.
Later, after putting Anna down for the night, Jen said hopefully "Want to get brunch tomorrow? We can take Anna to the zoo. It'll be fun to hang out."
"Oh, I would," Mike said awkwardly. "But I'm spending the weekend with Jasmine. I've actually got to run, we have a late dinner reservation. If you need help this weekend with babysitting -."
"No, I'm good," Jen said immediately, a fake smile plastered on her face. She felt like a complete idiot. A desperate ex-wife looking for... what?
After Mike left, Jen sat on the sofa looking out the window at the night sky. She needed to face reality. Mike had moved on. Whether with Jasmine or Tara or another girl, he'd moved on. Jen knew he'd have his choice of pretty girls, he was a good catch. No, not a good catch, a great catch. Good husband and father material. Just look at how he'd bonded so quickly with Anna.
Jen got it. Mike felt bad about disappearing for a year, so now he was helping out with Anna. He also wanted some kind of ongoing relationship with both her and Anna. That was his way of getting closure.
Sure, she could dick with him, tease him to distraction. She knew all his buttons. He was still Mike, a kinky voyeur. Apparently he wasn't getting that from Jasmine, so she was his outlet. But he didn't feel anything for her, except friendship.
She felt sad. She knew no other man would love her, adore her, worship her even, as much as Mike. And deep down, she knew her love for him had been special. Their connection had been special. Mike made her feel good about herself. She might fall in love with another man, but it wouldn't be the same.
She'd lost so much. She knew it was her own fault, but that didn't make it any easier.
She tried to look to the bright side. In a way Mike was still looking after her. He was helping her become herself again. Maybe they needed each other to get to the next stage of their lives.
She thought about Clint. He was handsome, hunky. He was steady and trustworthy, wealthy and kind. He was low maintenance (unlike Mike who was a lot of drama). He allowed her to explore her sexuality. What was wrong with this picture? Nothing! Why wasn't she going all in with Clint?
Why wasn't she?
She thought about it. Clint was traveling all over the place, but this weekend he was in Atlanta. Atlanta was just a short hop from LaGuardia.
She called him. Smiling into the phone, she said "Hey cowboy, want to spend the weekend with your favorite 2 girls?"
Jasmine had the weekend all planned out. A networking dinner on Friday, a black tie on Saturday, a country club brunch on Sunday. Mike went with it. He didn't enjoy it, but he put on a brave face and did his best to mingle.
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