Adultery Desiring Another Man's Wife by xleglover-Completed

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Desiring Another Man's Wife Ch. 09

Jen hurried from the bathroom, feeling unsteady in her high heels. It had gotten crowded. She looked for Michael but didn't see him. Confused and needing to settle her nerves, she went to the bar and ordered a white wine. She drank it quickly, and ordered another.

"Party girl, that's what I like," Jen heard someone say behind her. She turned and saw it was Mark. She blushed, remembering how she had teased him a few weeks back.

"Don't stop on my account," Mark said, a big grin on his face. "I like a girl who knows how to have fun."

"I was just thirsty," Jen said, knowing how feeble her excuse sounded even as she said it. She turned back to the bar, hoping Mark would go away.

Instead, Mark offered his hand. "We've never been formally introduced. I'm Mark."

Jen reluctantly swiveled to face Mark, and politely smiled. "I'm Jen," she said, briefly grasping Mark's offered hand.

"You and your husband – Mike, right? – you hang around with Victor and Monique a lot."

Jen blushed again. "Sometimes we do," she said. Did Mark know? Jen noticed that Mark watched her lips as she spoke, not her face.

"So ... do you guys get together outside the club, too?"

"Well, sometimes," Jen stammered, her discomfort magnified as Mark kept his eyes focused on her mouth. "Is it any of your business?" she asked defiantly.

Mark laughed dismissively. "Don't get upset, I'm just making conversation."

"I'm not getting upset," Jen said defensively. She didn't like this man. Jen judged him to be a rich lawyer with family money, a person used to getting whatever he wanted.

Mark smiled and moved closer so only Jen could hear. "So, are you giving us another show tonight?"

Jen looked bewildered. "Show? What do you mean?"

"Come on," Mark said in a condescending voice. "I know your type. You like to show off your body."

"I do not!" Jen said indignantly.

Mark looked at Jen knowingly, and she blushed, remembering again how she had exposed her legs to him a few weeks ago. He sniggered mockingly as he saw Jen's obvious discomfort, humiliating her even more. He took a step back, and looked Jen up and down. His hungry eyes focused on her bosom. "That dress shows you off well. Nice choice."

Jen flushed under Mark's leering gaze. She knew she was showing off a lot in the dress. The dress barely reached her mid-thigh. To her horror, she realized her nipples were still erect and outlined through the thin stretching material. She wondered where Michael was. She wished he'd come and save her from this brute.

"Listen, you don't need to play games with me. I know you're swinging with Victor and Monique. My wife's nothing much to look at." Mark gestured over his shoulder, and Jen saw a woman sitting across the room, chatting with other girls. His wife (her name was Suzanne) was cute, but overweight.

Then Jen felt Mark's hand on her knee. She looked back. He was so close his lips almost touched her cheek. "I hear your husband's trying to do some business. I'm well connected. I can introduce him to the right people." Mark edged the tips of his fingers under Jen's dress. "Provided, of course, I get what I want."

Jen couldn't believe Mark's blatant proposition. "No thank you!" Jen said coldly, putting as much indignation into her voice as she could. She pushed Mark's hand away and slid off the stool. But as she did, her skirt hiked up exposing her stocking tops and garter straps.

Mark gasped at the sight. "Thanks babe, now I'll have something to fantasize about when I'm fucking my wife tonight."

Jen blushed deep red. She hadn't meant to flash Mark, but it was clear he thought she had done it on purpose. Worst, Mark's wife had seen what had happened, and was walking quickly towards her.

Suzanne grabbed Jen's arm. "I saw what you did, bitch! You stay away from my husband!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sure you're mistaken. We were just talking." Jen tried to pull her arm away but the larger woman was too strong. She glanced around the room, hoping to spot Michael, hoping he would help her. Where was he?

"Don't lie to me, bitch!" Suzanne hissed angrily. She was practically shouting, and people were turning to look. "I've heard about you! I've heard about the games you play! Flaunting your body, using your looks to seduce men!"

Jen saw that everyone had turned to look at her. She flushed red, feeling even more exposed in her revealing dress. "Please," Jen pleaded in a low voice. "This is all a mistake. We were just talking."

"A mistake?" Suzanne mocked. She, too, had noticed the crowd around them. She intended to do everything she could to embarrass and humiliate the blonde slut. "Look at you! Your dress is practically see-through. Are you telling me you're not trying to expose yourself? You're a slutty exhibitionist! I saw you pull up your dress, exposing yourself to my husband!"

"No, it was an accident, I didn't do it on purpose," Jen pleaded, tears falling down her cheeks. Where was Michael? She needed him to save her from this!

"So you admit you exposed yourself to my husband? You slut! You look like a hooker, you should be walking the streets." Suddenly Suzanne grabbed Jen's long blonde hair, making Jen yelp in pain. Suzanne jerked Jen towards her so their faces almost touched. "Stay away from my husband!" Suzanne growled. "Or I swear to god, I'll hurt you! I'll cut off all your pretty hair, that's what I'll do!"

"Suzanne, let her go!" a stern voice commanded. Thank god, Jen thought, Michael had finally arrived.

But when Suzanne let go, Jen saw it wasn't Michael. It was Victor.

Victor scowled into Suzanne's face. "She made a pass at Mark," Suzanne said, her arms crossed defiantly.

Victor glared at Mark, his muscular body towering over the smaller man. Mark took a step back, a wary look on his face. He was clearly intimidated by the large black man. The swagger Mark had shown just a few minutes before had vanished in the presence of the dominating Victor. "Come on honey," he said conciliatorily. "Jen didn't come on to me. It's all a misunderstanding."

Suzanne scowled at her husband. "Whatever," she finally said. She grabbed Mark's hand and pulled him away, casting a final deadly look at Jen before disappearing into the crowd.

Jen wiped away her tears and forced herself to stop crying. Feeling embarrassed and completely humiliated, she quickly walked away in the direction opposite to Suzanne and Mark. The crowd parted to let her through, but all eyes were on her, and the room was full of gleeful murmuring and snickers. Jen tried not to listen to the cruel things people were saying as she passed. Just wanting to get away, she entered an empty parlor off the ballroom. She collapsed into a chair and started sobbing uncontrollably.

After a few minutes she heard the door open. She felt comforting hands on her shoulders. "Finally, Michael is here," she sighed to herself in relief. But when she turned her head, it wasn't Michael. Again, it was Victor.

Victor hugged Jen into his arms. "I know you're upset. Don't be. Suzanne is a fat bitch, and her husband Mark is a lazy ass-hole. They live off family money. You're way better than them."

"She called me a slut!" Jen cried, tears streaming down her face. "She said I looked like a prostitute!"

Victor kissed away Jen's tears. "She's jealous, that's all. She hates you because you're so beautiful and sexy." Victor hugged Jen tighter, and he continued to kiss away the tears on her cheek.

Jen leaned into Victor. It felt good in his strong arms, pressed against his muscular chest. She felt safe and secure. Victor's lips moved from her cheeks to her mouth. When he kissed her she didn't stop him.

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Michael watched the door to the ladies room, anxiously waiting for his wife to emerge. He couldn't believe how hot she looked, the tight black dress exposing her wonderful legs to mid-thigh, and her shapely legs encased in sheer black stockings. He knew she was wearing a garter belt from the telltale bumps, even before fondling her in the car as they drove to the club. He hadn't wanted to go to the club after seeing what she was wearing. He wanted to jump her right then and fuck all night. But he had already told Victor they would be going.

Michael's heart leaped when the door opened and Jen walked out, followed a few seconds later by Monique. He moved towards her, and then paused. Something appeared wrong. Jen looked flushed, and had a confused look on her face. Monique had an odd expression on her face, too. Disappointment? He got hard imagining what might have happened in the bathroom. His curiosity got the better of him, so instead of joining Jen, he hid in the crowd, watching her.

Jen walked to the bar and ordered wine. Things became more interesting when a man approached her (Michael had heard his name was Mark). It was clear Mark was hitting on Jen. Michael was about to join his wife and save her from Mark's advances when he felt someone press against his back.