Adultery Life After We by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

But he was too horny. He got up and went back to the bedroom door. He didn't go back in, he couldn't handle that. He took his cock out and stroked himself as he heard the bed slamming against the wall and Jen's moans. He heard Jen chanting "Yeah Danny fuck me, god Danny, Danny, oh god ..."

It took only moments and Mike came. But afterwards, with his lust no more a shield, he felt even more heartsick, and guilty about Jasmine. After cleaning up, he sat back on the sofa and mindlessly watched ESPN.

The fucking finally ended. Sometime later Danny came out, disheveled but dressed, looking satisfied. He picked up his beer from earlier and finished it. He looked at Mike and said "You're the ex-husband, right? I mean, I'm not an idiot."

"Yeah, I'm the ex-husband," Mike admitted. He felt drained of energy. He looked back at the TV although he wasn't watching.

"So what is this shit?" Danny asked. "What's between you two?"

"I don't know," Mike said. He shrugged. "We're fucked up."

"Yeah," Danny said with a laugh. "Whatever," he added not knowing what else to say. "I guess I'll see you around maybe."

"Yeah, maybe," Mike said. Then Danny left.

Mike heard the shower turn on. He starting flipping channels.

Jen came out. Her hair was wet and she wore a big white fluffy cotton robe that went almost down to her ankles. "Hey," she said softly to him. She was reserved, and seemed just as confused and melancholy as Mike.

"That was intense," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said looking regretful. "I guess Jasmine might not like that."

"No," Mike said with a humorless laugh. "Clint?"

"No," Jen said with a laugh back. Looking down at her feet, in a regretful voice she said "I guess we shouldn't do that again."

"Yeah," Mike said.

They were silent for long moments. Finally Jen said "Can I sit?"

"Sure."

Jen sat next to Mike, her legs under her. She sat close to Mike, although she adjusted her robe so she was completely covered. As if trying to make normal conversation, she looked at the TV and said "What are you watching, the new Hunger Games movie?"

Mike focused on the TV as if seeing it for the first time. "I guess it's the second movie."

"Can I watch it with you?" Jen asked.

"Yeah, sure," Mike said.

They were silent watching the movie. Then Mike felt Jen leaned against him, put her head on his shoulder. "Tired ..." she said sleepily.

Mike was still for long moments, afraid to move. Then he put his arm around her. Jen snuggled into him, melting into him.

They stayed that way, Jen in Mike's arm, not saying anything, their eyes on the TV without watching the movie. Eventually they drifted off into sleep.

Later that night Mike woke up. He still had his arm around her. Jen was still snuggled into him, sleeping soundly.

Mike picked up Jen and carried her to the bed. He gently laid her down, she was still sound asleep. He didn't take off her robe, not trusting himself. Instead he pulled the covers over her. He was about to go, but then he hesitated. He leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. As he did he whispered "I love you."

Jasmine flew back to New York on Friday. Mike met her at the airport and they taxied to her apartment. Jasmine excitedly told Mike about her week, and all the events she had planned for that weekend.

"Jas, wait," Mike said dreading what he had to tell her. But he had to do this. Jasmine had been too good to him. He couldn't do this to her anymore. He didn't know if he had any future with Jen, beyond being just friends. But he couldn't continue to go with Jasmine while he loved someone else.

"What?" Jasmine said turning to Mike, a big smile on her beautiful face. Her smiled disappeared as she looked at Mike, turning to an inquiring look and then hurt and anger. It was written all over his face.

"You bastard!" she cried, slapping him hard across his face.

"I'm sorry Jas," Mike said feeling terrible.

"You fucked her!" she said accusingly.

"I didn't!"

"But you still love her!" Jasmine choked out, knowing love was a million times worse than just sex. When Mike didn't deny it, she choked out "God Mike."

"I'm sorry Jas," Mike said.

"Just get out!" she said angrily, her eyes wet.

Mike tried to think of something to say, but couldn't. What else was there to say? He felt like scum, the biggest asshole. He moved towards the door.

"Wait," Jasmine said. "You can't tell anyone."

"What?" Mike asked not understanding.

Jasmine looked his way, but she wasn't looking at him. Instead she was thinking, planning, calculating. "I need time to work this," she told him. "Just don't tell anyone."

"Okay," Mike agreed hesitantly. "How long?"

"Until I tell you!" Jasmine snapped. "Deidre will call you." Deidre was Jasmine's publicist.

"Okay," Mike said. "I'm sorry Jasmine."

Jasmine shook her head derisively at him. "You're an idiot, you know that?" she said scornfully.