25-12-2018, 06:00 PM
"Yeah ...," Mike said, his voice trailing off. But in that one word Jen heard his hurt and agony.
"It just a game Mike," she said. "It hurts sometimes. It's like baseball. It hurts when the Mets lose. But you get over it because it doesn't really matter."
"What about the baby?"
"The baby's you and me. And Anna. Our family. Right?"
"Right," Mike said, although there was still hurt and uncertainty in his voice.
Trying to ease the tension, Jen joked, "You know, I get bitchy when I'm pregnant. And I'm gonna get fat and ugly. So get ready mister."
"You'll always be the prettiest girl in the room," Mike assured her.
"And your goddess right?" Jen asked, a hopeful look in her eyes.
"Yes, right," Mike said.
Jen smiled at him. She'd rather he said it, instead of her asking him, but hopefully they'd get back to that. Hopefully.
Jen leaned more into Mike's arm. She pulled his hand to her thigh. "So, you like this?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, caressing her firm thigh over the silky nylon. He edged his fingers under her dress. He felt the lace of her stocking tops. They felt moist. He tugged up the dress and looked. Her thighs were moist too. Ricky's semen, leaking out of her.
Mike was suddenly inflamed with cuckold lust. He pushed Jen onto her back and pushed her dress up to her waist. "You're not wearing a g-string," he said, seeing a thong.
"I'm not playing that game anymore," Jen assured him.
Mike pulled the thong down her long shapely legs. It was soaked with Ricky's cum. He moved up between her legs like he was going to eat her out.
"Mike ...," Jen said, squeezing her legs together. She knew Mike wasn't into cream pies (perhaps the only cuckold kink he wasn't into).
"I want to make you cum," Mike insisted, parting her legs again. He was dizzy with cuckold lust. He got onto his knees on the floor and went down on her used, messy pussy.
Mike was a master at eating pussy. He soon had Jen writhing and clutching at the sofa cushion. Within moments Jen's back arched off the sofa. She moaned as she climaxed on Mike's tongue.
Jen was panting as her orgasm subsided. "Come here baby," she said, pulling him up to her. His face was wet from her and Ricky's juices. She cleaned him by kissing and licking all over his face.
They switched so now Mike was on his back and Jen on top. Jen pulled his cock from his pants. With her skirt still around her waist, she reached down and guided him into her. She moved up and down on him.
Mike reached up behind her. He unzipped her dress. Jen pulled it down off her shoulders so now the dress was like a belt around her waist. Jen reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She dropped it on the floor.
Mike cupped and fondled her small perfect breasts as Jen slowly rocked back and forth. "Feels good baby," Jen moaned as he gently rubbed her nipples.
"You cum on Ricky's cock?" he asked.
"Yes," Jen said honestly.
"Are you going to miss him?"
Jen stared at Mike, not answering at first. She thought about lying to spare his feelings. But she had to be honest if they were going to get through this. She finally said, "Yes."
Her one-word answer was like a knife to his heart. But at least she was telling the truth. "We'll find you a new boyfriend," he said with a grin.
"Oh we will, will we?" Jen said with a grin back.
"Probably a lot of handsome French and Spanish men in the Canaries," Mike joked.
"And British, and Italian, and German," Jen said with a grin.
"That's how you picked the Canaries?" Mike asked.
"No," Jen said honestly. "But it's where Europeans holiday. Anyways it doesn't matter. I'll be big and fat."
"And the prettiest girl there," Mike said. He grinned. "Guys like fucking pretty pregnant girls. It's a thing."
"A thing," Jen repeated with a laugh. She tilted her head and asked "So we're going to keep playing the game?"
"Yes, I think so," Mike said. "Don't you?"
Jen didn't answer. But she wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. They kissed as they made love.
~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~
Epilogue (1 of 7): Mitch and Big
"What's that?" Mitch said as he sat next to Big at the bar. "Poison?" Big was staring at a tall glass of clear liquid. He looked bothered. Distressed.
"Water," Big said, pushing the icy glass away. The 2 men went way back. They were meeting at Big's request. "So during the rescue mission, Independence was active," he said. His words weren't a question, or a statement. They were an accusation.
Mitch went cold. "You heard about that," he said.
"You think it's going to stay a secret?" Big snapped incredulously. "Has JJ gone mad?"
"It wasn't just JJ," Mitch told him. "The entire Big 4."
"You know they rubberstamp anything JJ wants!" Big scoffed derisively. "They fucking implemented Independence," he said shaking his head in disgusted wonder. Then he added judgmentally, "And you went along with it."
"I don't exactly make the rules Alan!" Mitch hissed angrily. "And maybe you forgot, but we got the girls! And a good man went down for it!"
"Okay, okay," Big said, surrendering the point. They lapsed into silence.
Eventually Mitch whispered "I got a kill order. For Mike."
Big wasn't even surprised, not after Independence, not after what JJ said. "What are you going to do?" he whispered.
"I'm thinking about disappearing," Mitch whispered. "You might want to too. It's not going to stop with Mike. You know about Independence. You're a loose end."
"I've got a wife, kids," Big said looking worried.
"More the reason," Mitch said, giving Big a sympathetic look. Even without a family it was going to be hard enough for him to disappear. But with a wife and kids? JJ's reach was long; his extreme measures legendary. Mitch worried for his friend.
At that moment Mitch's phone buzzed. So did Big's. "Holy fuck," they both said, staring at the text message in shock.
JJ was dead. Killed in a car accident. His Samsung phone exploded, sending his car out of control and over a cliff. He died from the impact and resulting fire.
"How ... convenient," Mitch said, looking stunned.
"Yes, convenient," Big agreed, feeling just as shocked. They looked at each other, both thinking the same thing.
Epilogue (2 of 7): CATF
"So that's it?" Maria asked as Mike finished. She was frowning.
"Yes," Mike said as he pressed a few more keys on the computer keyboard. "The virus's quarantined."
"We'll need to study the tape," Brent said. He was frowning too. It'd taken Mike less than 10 minutes to isolate and quarantine the virus. Mike made it look simple, but Brent understood less than half of it. He looked at Maria and Abraham. They looked just as bewildered. It was going to take a lot of time to study the tape and figure out what Mike did. And also study the virus itself.
Abraham was thinking the same thing. He asked, "Mike, do you mind if we call you, if we have questions?"
Mike hesitated. They were supposed to leave him alone. He was supposed to be out of CATF, completely. Then he remembered Colonel Banks and his message. Do Your Job.
"Yes, okay," Mike finally said.
"We're going to miss you Mike," Maria said, a melancholy smile on her face. "This is for you." She handed him a glass display box. Inside was the yellow tennis ball.
Mike smiled, and felt flattered. He also knew he would miss CATF. Not just Maria, Brent and Abraham, but the Young Turks and Brain Trust, and everyone else. For a while, he was part of their team. They were good people. He was proud to have worked with them.
"Thank you," Mike said, his voice hoarse from emotion. He clutched the glass box tightly in his hands.
Maria, Brent and Abraham escorted Mike out of CATF. Then, as they turned the last corner before the exit, Mike abruptly stopped, stunned. There, lining the hallway, was everyone. The Young Turks, the Brain Trust, the other engineers and scientists, the technicians. They were all there. To say goodbye.
As Mike walked the hallway, they smiled at him. There were goodbyes and wishes of good luck. Lots of handshakes. Some nodded and said "Mike." Others nodded and said "Phantom."
Once outside CATF, Mike took a moment to gather himself. Then he walked to his rental car for the drive to the airport. When he got to the car Mitch appeared.
"You forgot this," Mitch said. He handed Mike a package. Inside was Colonel Bank's gun.
"You keep it," Mike said, pushing the gun back into Mitch's hands. "Banks would rather a real soldier have it."
Mike opened the car door and was about to get in when Mitch stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He said "Because, you don't need a gun, right Mike?"
Mike stared at Mitch for long moments. Then he got into the rental and drove away.
*****************
Later, Maria, Brent and Abraham were clustered around a big computer screen. Big walked in and asked "So what's in the virus?"
"An incredibly complex control program," Brent said.
Big frowned. "So, what would Mike have been able to do with it?"
"We're still studying it, but probably anything he wanted," Abraham said.
"Jeez," Big said shaking his head. Then he noticed they weren't looking at the control program but something else on the big computer screen. "What's that?"
"Donald Trump's tax returns," Maria said, her eyes locked on the computer display. "They were part of the virus package."
"Mike hacked into the IRS?" Big said with a laugh.
Maria grinned. Then she motioned to the tax returns on the screen. "Trump is such a shit," she said with a disgusted laugh.
Next Up - Epilogue (3 of 7): Ricky & Chocolate
Epilogue (3 of 7): Ricky & Chocolate
Jen's iPhone rang. It was Leo. She talked to him for a few minutes. Then she hung up. "That was Leo," she told Mike.
"What'd he want?" Mike asked.
Jen hesitated, then said "They're having a ceremony, at the White House. For the people at the Ballroom Battle."
"It just a game Mike," she said. "It hurts sometimes. It's like baseball. It hurts when the Mets lose. But you get over it because it doesn't really matter."
"What about the baby?"
"The baby's you and me. And Anna. Our family. Right?"
"Right," Mike said, although there was still hurt and uncertainty in his voice.
Trying to ease the tension, Jen joked, "You know, I get bitchy when I'm pregnant. And I'm gonna get fat and ugly. So get ready mister."
"You'll always be the prettiest girl in the room," Mike assured her.
"And your goddess right?" Jen asked, a hopeful look in her eyes.
"Yes, right," Mike said.
Jen smiled at him. She'd rather he said it, instead of her asking him, but hopefully they'd get back to that. Hopefully.
Jen leaned more into Mike's arm. She pulled his hand to her thigh. "So, you like this?" she asked.
"Yes," he said, caressing her firm thigh over the silky nylon. He edged his fingers under her dress. He felt the lace of her stocking tops. They felt moist. He tugged up the dress and looked. Her thighs were moist too. Ricky's semen, leaking out of her.
Mike was suddenly inflamed with cuckold lust. He pushed Jen onto her back and pushed her dress up to her waist. "You're not wearing a g-string," he said, seeing a thong.
"I'm not playing that game anymore," Jen assured him.
Mike pulled the thong down her long shapely legs. It was soaked with Ricky's cum. He moved up between her legs like he was going to eat her out.
"Mike ...," Jen said, squeezing her legs together. She knew Mike wasn't into cream pies (perhaps the only cuckold kink he wasn't into).
"I want to make you cum," Mike insisted, parting her legs again. He was dizzy with cuckold lust. He got onto his knees on the floor and went down on her used, messy pussy.
Mike was a master at eating pussy. He soon had Jen writhing and clutching at the sofa cushion. Within moments Jen's back arched off the sofa. She moaned as she climaxed on Mike's tongue.
Jen was panting as her orgasm subsided. "Come here baby," she said, pulling him up to her. His face was wet from her and Ricky's juices. She cleaned him by kissing and licking all over his face.
They switched so now Mike was on his back and Jen on top. Jen pulled his cock from his pants. With her skirt still around her waist, she reached down and guided him into her. She moved up and down on him.
Mike reached up behind her. He unzipped her dress. Jen pulled it down off her shoulders so now the dress was like a belt around her waist. Jen reached behind her and unsnapped her bra. She dropped it on the floor.
Mike cupped and fondled her small perfect breasts as Jen slowly rocked back and forth. "Feels good baby," Jen moaned as he gently rubbed her nipples.
"You cum on Ricky's cock?" he asked.
"Yes," Jen said honestly.
"Are you going to miss him?"
Jen stared at Mike, not answering at first. She thought about lying to spare his feelings. But she had to be honest if they were going to get through this. She finally said, "Yes."
Her one-word answer was like a knife to his heart. But at least she was telling the truth. "We'll find you a new boyfriend," he said with a grin.
"Oh we will, will we?" Jen said with a grin back.
"Probably a lot of handsome French and Spanish men in the Canaries," Mike joked.
"And British, and Italian, and German," Jen said with a grin.
"That's how you picked the Canaries?" Mike asked.
"No," Jen said honestly. "But it's where Europeans holiday. Anyways it doesn't matter. I'll be big and fat."
"And the prettiest girl there," Mike said. He grinned. "Guys like fucking pretty pregnant girls. It's a thing."
"A thing," Jen repeated with a laugh. She tilted her head and asked "So we're going to keep playing the game?"
"Yes, I think so," Mike said. "Don't you?"
Jen didn't answer. But she wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. They kissed as they made love.
~~~~~~~ The End ~~~~~~~
Epilogue (1 of 7): Mitch and Big
"What's that?" Mitch said as he sat next to Big at the bar. "Poison?" Big was staring at a tall glass of clear liquid. He looked bothered. Distressed.
"Water," Big said, pushing the icy glass away. The 2 men went way back. They were meeting at Big's request. "So during the rescue mission, Independence was active," he said. His words weren't a question, or a statement. They were an accusation.
Mitch went cold. "You heard about that," he said.
"You think it's going to stay a secret?" Big snapped incredulously. "Has JJ gone mad?"
"It wasn't just JJ," Mitch told him. "The entire Big 4."
"You know they rubberstamp anything JJ wants!" Big scoffed derisively. "They fucking implemented Independence," he said shaking his head in disgusted wonder. Then he added judgmentally, "And you went along with it."
"I don't exactly make the rules Alan!" Mitch hissed angrily. "And maybe you forgot, but we got the girls! And a good man went down for it!"
"Okay, okay," Big said, surrendering the point. They lapsed into silence.
Eventually Mitch whispered "I got a kill order. For Mike."
Big wasn't even surprised, not after Independence, not after what JJ said. "What are you going to do?" he whispered.
"I'm thinking about disappearing," Mitch whispered. "You might want to too. It's not going to stop with Mike. You know about Independence. You're a loose end."
"I've got a wife, kids," Big said looking worried.
"More the reason," Mitch said, giving Big a sympathetic look. Even without a family it was going to be hard enough for him to disappear. But with a wife and kids? JJ's reach was long; his extreme measures legendary. Mitch worried for his friend.
At that moment Mitch's phone buzzed. So did Big's. "Holy fuck," they both said, staring at the text message in shock.
JJ was dead. Killed in a car accident. His Samsung phone exploded, sending his car out of control and over a cliff. He died from the impact and resulting fire.
"How ... convenient," Mitch said, looking stunned.
"Yes, convenient," Big agreed, feeling just as shocked. They looked at each other, both thinking the same thing.
Epilogue (2 of 7): CATF
"So that's it?" Maria asked as Mike finished. She was frowning.
"Yes," Mike said as he pressed a few more keys on the computer keyboard. "The virus's quarantined."
"We'll need to study the tape," Brent said. He was frowning too. It'd taken Mike less than 10 minutes to isolate and quarantine the virus. Mike made it look simple, but Brent understood less than half of it. He looked at Maria and Abraham. They looked just as bewildered. It was going to take a lot of time to study the tape and figure out what Mike did. And also study the virus itself.
Abraham was thinking the same thing. He asked, "Mike, do you mind if we call you, if we have questions?"
Mike hesitated. They were supposed to leave him alone. He was supposed to be out of CATF, completely. Then he remembered Colonel Banks and his message. Do Your Job.
"Yes, okay," Mike finally said.
"We're going to miss you Mike," Maria said, a melancholy smile on her face. "This is for you." She handed him a glass display box. Inside was the yellow tennis ball.
Mike smiled, and felt flattered. He also knew he would miss CATF. Not just Maria, Brent and Abraham, but the Young Turks and Brain Trust, and everyone else. For a while, he was part of their team. They were good people. He was proud to have worked with them.
"Thank you," Mike said, his voice hoarse from emotion. He clutched the glass box tightly in his hands.
Maria, Brent and Abraham escorted Mike out of CATF. Then, as they turned the last corner before the exit, Mike abruptly stopped, stunned. There, lining the hallway, was everyone. The Young Turks, the Brain Trust, the other engineers and scientists, the technicians. They were all there. To say goodbye.
As Mike walked the hallway, they smiled at him. There were goodbyes and wishes of good luck. Lots of handshakes. Some nodded and said "Mike." Others nodded and said "Phantom."
Once outside CATF, Mike took a moment to gather himself. Then he walked to his rental car for the drive to the airport. When he got to the car Mitch appeared.
"You forgot this," Mitch said. He handed Mike a package. Inside was Colonel Bank's gun.
"You keep it," Mike said, pushing the gun back into Mitch's hands. "Banks would rather a real soldier have it."
Mike opened the car door and was about to get in when Mitch stopped him with a hand on his shoulder. He said "Because, you don't need a gun, right Mike?"
Mike stared at Mitch for long moments. Then he got into the rental and drove away.
*****************
Later, Maria, Brent and Abraham were clustered around a big computer screen. Big walked in and asked "So what's in the virus?"
"An incredibly complex control program," Brent said.
Big frowned. "So, what would Mike have been able to do with it?"
"We're still studying it, but probably anything he wanted," Abraham said.
"Jeez," Big said shaking his head. Then he noticed they weren't looking at the control program but something else on the big computer screen. "What's that?"
"Donald Trump's tax returns," Maria said, her eyes locked on the computer display. "They were part of the virus package."
"Mike hacked into the IRS?" Big said with a laugh.
Maria grinned. Then she motioned to the tax returns on the screen. "Trump is such a shit," she said with a disgusted laugh.
Next Up - Epilogue (3 of 7): Ricky & Chocolate
Epilogue (3 of 7): Ricky & Chocolate
Jen's iPhone rang. It was Leo. She talked to him for a few minutes. Then she hung up. "That was Leo," she told Mike.
"What'd he want?" Mike asked.
Jen hesitated, then said "They're having a ceremony, at the White House. For the people at the Ballroom Battle."
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