Adultery Life After We by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Open your legs," Mike told her.

"Are you really doing this to me here?" Jen asked, uncrossing her legs but keeping her thighs pressed tight together.

Mike dug his hand in between her legs. He stuck a finger into her. She was soaking wet! He finger fucked her while he rubbed her clit with his thumb. "I want you to cum in front of these guys," he told her.

"Seriously?" she said weakly, a desperate look coming to her face. She tried to be quiet but she couldn't help it. "God Mike ..." she softly moaned, her body responding to the naughty scene of the old fat men watching as she got finger fucked.

Mike rubbed her clit harder and faster, the way she liked it. Jen grabbed his arm for support, digging her nails into his forearm as she got to the brink. Then suddenly her body shuddered as Mike's fingers pushed her over the edge, Jen barely able to keep from screaming as her orgasm ripped through her body.

Jen collapsed into Mike's arms, panting. She gave the men behind her a quick flash of her sexy ass before Mike pulled down her skirt. "Mike?" she said weakly. "Make them go away." She buried her face in his chest, not wanting to have to look in the faces of the watchers.

"Show's over guys," Mike said to the men, his arms protectively around Jen. When they hesitated, he said "Come on, give the girl some room." The men reluctantly went away.

Jen finally sat up, her breathing returning to normal. "You're so bad," she said grinning at him.

Just then the waitress returned with their drinks. "Jen?" the waitress said to Jen.

Jen looked at the waitress. "Oh my god, Emily!" The two girls hugged. "I thought you worked at the Wynn."

"I changed jobs, Venetian pays better," Emily said. She looked at Mike and then back to Jen.

"Emily, this is Mike, he's ah, he's my ex-husband," Jen said, deciding it would be easier to tell the truth. "Mike, this is Emily, I met her during the Google pitch at the Wynn."

"Oh, hi," Emily said, shaking Mike's offered hand. Then her eyes went wide. "Wait I know you, Mike Andrews! God what you did was so great, you're like my hero! Can I get your autograph?"

"Oh ah sure," Mike said awkwardly. He searched around for a pen and paper but didn't have anything. Emily and Jen didn't have anything either.

"That's okay, I'll catch you later," Emily said cheerfully. "How long are you here?"

"All weekend," Mike said.

"Cool," Emily said smiling Mike. She looked at both of them. "So you guys are divorced but here in Vegas?"

"We're still friends," Jen told her.

"Wow, that's great," Emily said with a laugh. "Me and my ex can't stand each other."

"Oh I'm sorry," Jen said. When they met Emily was still married.

"Don't worry, we're both way happier this way," Emily said with another laugh. "I've got to run, maybe we can get a drink while you're here." She gave Jen another hug. Then she smiled and batted her eyelashes at Mike. "Nice meeting you Mike. Remember you owe me an autograph."

Jen looked at Emily go, then she looked at Mike. He had a stupid grin on his face, and was looking at Emily's ass and legs as she walked away. Jen felt a flash of jealousy. "Let's go," she said tugging his arm. "We should get ready for the mixer. What room are you?"

"I'm 8305," Mike said.

"Oh, I'm 8307, we must be next to each other," Jen said surprised.

"Wow," Mike said, playing innocent and feigning surprise too. Jen looked at him. She wondered ...

"Should we open the doors?" Jen said inside her room, referring to the connecting door.

"Good idea," Mike said with a smile. They opened the doors and looked at each other in the open doorway.

Jen grinned back. "Did you have something to do with this? Don't lie."

Mike couldn't help looking guilty at being busted. "I told you I wanted to hang out," he said still smiling.

"So you hacked into the Venetian's computer?" Jen said with a delighted laugh. "God you're dangerous."

They smiled into the other's eyes for long moments. "That was wild downstairs," Jen said softly, giving Mike a shy smile and playing with the buttons on his shirt. "You know -."

Just then Jen's iPhone rang. She looked at the caller ID. "It's Clint," she said. "I should get this. Um ... I'll meet you at the reception okay?" She closed her side of the connecting door.

For long moments Mike stared at the door. He felt suddenly cut-off. One moment he's with Jen, the next moment he's not. One moment he's Jen's guy, the next moment he's not. This must be what it was like to be "the boyfriend" in Jen's game. Her attention and affections were all temporary, fake.

"Hey babe," Clint said brightly. "How's Vegas?"

"Um, you know, Sin City," Jen said uncomfortably, forcing a laugh to make sure it sounded like a joke.

"Seen Mike?"

"Yeah, some," Jen said.

"Show him the divorce papers?"

"No honey," Jen protested gently. "We just got here."

"I get it, no worries" Clint said sounding reasonable. "Hey, good news, another offer came in on your apartment. Thirty percent higher than the others."

"Really?" Jen said her eyes going wide. She seriously hadn't realized the loft apartment was worth that much.

"No contingencies either, not even inspection," Clint continued. "This one's a winner, I think you should take it."

"It's not just my decision," Jen said, bristling at his pushiness.

"I know Jen," Clint said sounding reasonable again. "I'm just saying, that's something else to talk to Mike about."

"Oh. Okay."

"Something else," Clint said. "I was thinking about picking Anna up from Emma's. Spend the weekend together."

"Clint wait," Jen said her head spinning. "You're going too fast."

"I'd like to get to know Anna better," Clint pressed.

"That's sweet honey," Jen said. "But you know she's still going through stranger anxiety, especially with men." Anna didn't scream around Clint but a weekend alone? No, that would not be good.

"She's okay with Mike," Clint pointed out, the frown clear in his voice.

"You're an aggressive man," Jen said, laughing to make it a joke. "Anna senses that. Don't worry, she's just going through a phase."

"Mike's not an aggressive man?" Clint asked.

"No ... he's not a man like you," Jen said.