Adultery Life After We by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Nancy laughed at something the man said, and as she did she glanced in Mike's direction. She saw Mike, and for a moment their eyes locked.

Nancy looked flustered. She whispered something to the man. He whispered something back and gave her something. Nancy put it in her purse. Then they got up. They kissed briefly, then Nancy walked over to Mike while the young man left the bar.

Nancy sat next to Mike at the bar. She crossed her leg and Mike caught a flash of lacy stocking top before she fixed her dress. "Well Mike Andrews, I keep running into you," she said. She caught the bartender's attention and ordered a glass of white wine. Mike ordered a scotch, sensing he needed something stronger than beer.

"Who's your friend?" Mike asked.

"I think you know," Nancy said taking a sip of her wine. "What are you doing here?"

Mike decided to be honest. "Trying to get over my ex-wife," he said talking a gulp of the scotch.

Nancy gave a humorless laugh. "Maybe we should have that talk," she said.

"Isn't your friend waiting for you?"

"He'll still be there, believe me," Nancy said confidently. She had a key card of the man's room in her purse.

"Okay, so tell me your story," Mike said taking another gulp of scotch.

"Ladies first huh?" Nancy said with a grin. "Alright. My story's simple. I'm 50 years old and I've been married 25 years. I love Mac but I need more than he can give me. I've been seeing other men for almost 10 years. Mac travels a lot for work, he's away this week."

"Does he know?" Mike asked.

"Mac? God no," Nancy said with an incredulous laugh. "He thinks I'm the devoted wife. I AM devoted to him. I love him. I just need more. About 10 years ago he started having problems getting an erection. Viagra doesn't work, the doctor says it's in his head. That's when my affairs started. We still have sex. But Mac can't get hard anymore. It's funny, even though he can't get hard he can still cum." Nancy laughed, but it was a sad laugh. "He likes cumming on my toes."

"So who's your friend?"

"His name's Bob, I met him online," Nancy explain. She motioned around the bar. "This is a good hotel to meet. Travelers from other states, no one knows me. Except the bartenders but I tip well, they won't say anything." She gave another humorless laugh. "That's my story, tell me yours."

"Jen and I split up," Mike said with a shrug. "I guess she needed more too."

"But you said she didn't cheat on you," Nancy reminded him.

"We played games," Mike said with another shrug. "That's what we called it, our game. She hooked up with other men. I liked ..." Mike hesitated, it was hard to say. But they were both sharing personal secrets. "I liked watching her with other men."

Nancy nodded, taking this all in. "You shared her with other men?" she asked.

"More than that," Mike admitted. "Jen had relationships with other men."

"Romantic relationships?" Nancy asked, looking incredulously at him.

"Yeah," Mike said.

"So that's why you broke up?" Nancy asked gently. "Jen fell in love with another man?"

"No, I don't think she ever fell in love," Mike said. Struggling to explain, he said "Jen used to say she felt love for her boyfriends, but didn't love them. Does that make sense?"

Nancy nodded. It made perfect sense to her. Often in the throes of fucking she felt in love with her lover, but afterwards she knew her heart belonged to only Mac. "I understand," she said softly.

"Jen loved the romance as much as the sex," Mike continued, encouraged by Nancy's empathy. "She loved all the new relationship energy. I got jealous, mad, hurt when she got infatuated. But it got me hot too. I mean, seeing Jen hold her boyfriend's hand got me hotter than watching them fuck. Honestly, I was the one doing the pushing into this lifestyle. She went along with it but if I hadn't pushed -."

"If you hadn't pushed maybe she would've ended up like me, cheating on my husband," Nancy said.

"Maybe," Mike said, thinking of the times Jen had "arguably" cheated on him. He looked sheepishly at Nancy. "You must think I'm such a pervert."

"Well, definitely interesting, and surprising," Nancy said with a laugh. "But a pervert?" She thought about it. "I don't know. Maybe your way is better. At least you're both involved." After a moment she gently asked "So why did you break up?"

"I wish I could take things back," Mike lamented. "I mean, once you're in this lifestyle, it's hard to set rules. And is it really a rule, or just more cuckold fantasy?" Mike went red realizing he'd said the C word.

"It's okay Mike, labels don't mean anything," Nancy said soothingly, squeezing his hand. She asked "Jen broke one of your rules?"

"We only really had one rule," Mike said. "She wasn't allowed to fall in love with her boyfriend."

"But ... you said she didn't fall in love," Nancy said confused.

The bartender appeared and they ordered another round. After he refilled their glasses Nancy said "Jen didn't fall in love?"

"You know I was in jail, no contact with anyone," Mike said. "I got fucked up. She got fucked up."

"That's why you broke up?" Nancy said incredulously. "Over ... what? Because you couldn't talk?"

Mike didn't answer. Nancy studied him. It was written all over his face. Voicing the obvious, she said "You still love her don't you?" When Mike still didn't answer, she said "Mike why don't you tell her?"

"She wants a divorce. And she's with someone else. His name's Clint." After a moment he continued. "When we played the game, sometimes her lovers tried to get her to leave me."

Nancy got it immediately. "So if you tell Jen how you feel, it'd be like you trying to take her away from her boyfriend."

"It's more than that," Mike said. "It's like, we're addicted to each other, in a bad way. The game, it's not healthy. We end up doing things, hurting each other, hurting other people."

"It sounds hot to me," Nancy said with a laugh. "I wish Mac was like you. I -."

"Anna's not my baby," Mike interjected. "Jen's lover got her pregnant."

"Oh," Nancy said softly. She asked gently "Was that part of your game?"

"No. Maybe. I don't know," Mike said. "It's like I said. Boundaries get blurred once you start this lifestyle."

"Yeah, okay," Nancy said, not really understanding.

"You see what I mean?" Mike said. "If we get back together, we play the game again. Maybe there's another Anna. Is that fair to a baby?"

"I don't know Mike," Nancy said. "I'm a school teacher, I've seen a lot of unconventional families. Believe me. At the end of the day, all that matters is whether the child is loved."

"Yeah, I guess," Mike said unsure. Their glasses were empty. "Don't you have to get up to Bob?"

"Yeah," Nancy said, although talking to Mike she'd forgotten all about her lover. She put on new lipstick and then got up, straightening her dress.

"Hey Nancy?" Mike said.

"Yes?" Nancy said stopping and turning back to Mike.

"I get you have needs," Mike said softly, careful to keep any judgment from his voice. "But don't risk losing Mac. It's not worth it."

Nancy nodded warily, suddenly feeling completely sober. She turned and walked out of the bar.

"Sleep well?" Jen asked when Mike arrived the next morning. She was smiling at Mike.

Mike was still thoughtful from his conversation with Nancy. He saw she was still wearing Clint's ring on her left hand. He blurted out "So are you two engaged?"

Jen frowned at his abrupt question. "No," she said.

"Then why do you wear his ring on your wedding ring finger?" Mike snapped.

Jen didn't like his accusing tone. Also, after the shit Clint had given her, she was feeling guilty about her decision to let Mike sleep over. She said "He's my boyfriend?" She said it with a "hello?!" tone of voice.

Mike gave Jen a "whatever" shrug and walked over to Anna. The baby was like a neutral corner and their bickering ceased.

Anna reached for Mike excitedly. Mike sat down with her and played blocks.

Jen couldn't help smiling as she watched Mike work on Anna's ABCs and numbers. Anna WAS sorta putting the letters and numbers in order. Maybe she WAS learning.

As they played on the floor Jen looked at Mike. He was still thinner than he used to be.

She had a few minutes before she had to go to work so she checked her email. She smiled at one of them and took a long time scrutinizing the email.

"What's up?" Mike asked.

"Remember Belinda, my maid of honor?" Jen said.

"Yeah," Mike said thinking back. "I never understood why Allie wasn't your maid of honor."

"Back in college, Belinda and Allie were my best friends," Jen explained. "The maid of honor has obligations and Belinda's way more responsible. Believe me, Allie didn't mind." As Jen said this she was still studying the pages of Belinda's email.

"So what's so interesting?"

"Belinda's a jewelry designer and she's about to launch a new line through Tiffany's. Want to see?"

Mike got up and looked at Jen's computer. He saw lots of rings, bracelets and necklaces. Mostly rings though, engagement and wedding rings. "They're beautiful," he said politely, but in truth he wasn't really interested.

Jen could tell he was faking it and laughed. "I guess it's a girl thing," she said smiling.

"I guess so," Mike said sheepishly.

Jen gave him an appraising look and affectionately squeezed his arm. "Are you eating right? You're still thin."

"I don't know, I guess I'm eating okay," Mike said with a shrug. He used to be into cooking, especially grilling meats and vegetables, and used to have a big appetite. Not so much anymore, not since being released from jail.

"You should exercise," Jen suggested. "It'll put on some muscle and get your metabolism and appetite going. Why don't you meet me at my gym tonight? I'll get Maggie to babysit."

"Okay," Mike agreed, not knowing what he was getting himself into.

Later that evening in the locker room, Jen changed from her work clothes to her dancewear. She put on one of her normal outfits, a Danskin bra top that crisscrossed in the back, and leggings.

What she did next wasn't normal. She brushed her long blonde hair to a luster, leaving it down (usually she worked out in a ponytail). She put in a pretty pink headband. Then she put on makeup, finishing by brushing on lip gloss that made her lips look shiny and wet.

When she left the locker room Mike was already there at the check-in desk. "Sorry, wait long?" she asked.