Adultery All In My Head by xleglover-COMPLETED

[Ramesh_Rocky]

(Author's note: This is a sequel to my earlier story, "He Fucked My Girl")

(This story is a lot about feelings, about the torment of a husband who desires his wife to fuck other men, but who's insecure about her love for him. If that's not your thing, then you might want to consider stopping now.)

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                                                                                                                 -  xleglover

[Ramesh_Rocky]

All In My Head ch.01

"How do I look?" Jen asked, a big smile on her pretty face.

"You look incredible," I gushed, admiring her petite body in the brand new dress. It was a bridesmaid dress, and we were going to the wedding of our friends Jack and Jill (after one of the longest engagements on record). Jill mercifully chose dresses her bridesmaids could wear again, so Jen's silk dress was all one color (light pink) and didn't have the frills and fluffs that would've made it impossible to wear again. The dress hugged her curves, had a scoop top that hinted at the soft curve of her breasts, and ended just above her knees. My heart quickened looking at her calves, but that always happened whenever I looked at her legs. They were perfect, long and slim and athletic and shapely, and they ended with the slimmest ankles and prettiest feet. She wore off-white hose and ankle strap heels and a cute ribbon in her hair, the heels and ribbon the same pink as the dress.

She looked pretty and sexy and sweet all at the same time, and her big smile and obvious excitement about the wedding made her look absolutely radiant. We hadn't spent much time with our friends since getting back together, and Jen was excited to see everyone.

I wasn't as enthused to see everyone. People knew we'd gone through a rough patch. No one knew the whole story, though, except for Claire and Sam (and Allie, who'll I'll talk about later). But people suspected. Certainly, our friends knew she'd had an affair with Ricky. I'd never actually talked to anyone about it, but I figured it was pretty common knowledge (a "well known secret" I guess you'd call it). How much people knew -- that Jen had dated Ricky, that we'd separated for a time -- I wasn't sure of, but I was sure there was a lot of gossiping behind our backs.

Jen wasn't really concerned about it. "They might suspect something, but they don't really know," she'd say. She was like that, carefree and happy-go-lucky. But when you're as pretty as her, and you have a bubbly and delightful personality, you get used to getting away with things, with people giving you the benefit of the doubt. Still, there were good reasons not to let her affair come out into the open. It would not be a good thing if our families found out about it. So a "non-denial denial" was probably the way to go.

We separated at the church, with Jen going with the wedding party and me with the rest of the guests. I said hello to a lot of friends, people I hadn't seen in months. I imagined them staring at me, whispering to each other about how Jen fucked Ricky behind my back, about how she loved his cock and the way he fucked her, about how she'd fallen in love with him and left me just months after our own wedding.

These thoughts got me hard. Of course they didn't suspect the extent of it all. They didn't know I encouraged my wife not only fuck Ricky, but date him and be his girl friend. And not just Ricky, but other men too. But Ricky had been best, because she HAD loved his cock, and she HAD fallen in love with him.

The bridal processional song began. I recognized it -- Pachelbel -- the same from our wedding. The bridesmaids walked up the aisle. Jen was fourth, right before the bride, and she was the prettiest (including Jill, the bride). Of course I'm biased, but really it wasn't even close.

I didn't hear any of the service. I spent the entire time looking at my wife. We'd been together for years, and married for about a year and a half, and I still can't take my eyes off her. She's so gorgeous, with her pretty face and soft blonde hair, her firm body, her small shapely breasts, her perfect legs, her bubbly personality. She beamed during the entire ceremony, so happy for Jack and Jill and excited to be back among her friends. I willed her to look over to me. To find me in the crowd, to give me a smile. But she didn't, instead trading glances and smiles with the wedding party flanking the bride and groom.

After Jack and Jill were pronounced man and wife, I watched as Jen was paired with a groomsman for the exit processional. I didn't know him (I later found out his name was Scott.) Jen took his offered arm. She beamed and chatted merrily with him as they walked as a couple down the aisle.

Other men with cuckold fantasies will understand this. I cannot see my wife with another man without thinking about him fucking her. It's like the fantasy is hardwired in my head. And Scott was a good looking guy. Around my age (I'm 28 and Jen's 25), taller than me, broad shoulders, a confident swagger as he walked. I felt butterflies watching them walk down the aisle, smiling and talking, as if they were the only people in the world.

I wondered if she would notice me as they walked by. I didn't think she would, but then just as they passed by, she turned her head slightly. Momentarily she looked disoriented at seeing me, as if remembering I was there too. She gave me a hesitant smile. And then did she loosen her hold on Scott's arm? Maybe out of guilt? I was so hard it hurt.

While waiting in the receiving line, I watched Jen and Scott continue their friendly banter as they greeted guests with the rest of the wedding party. "Hi Mike," she said to me when it got to be my turn. I looked at her new friend expectantly. Finally she added, "Um ... this is Scott, he's Jack's friend from college." I shook Scott's hand and then moved along the line. I looked back, seeing Jen and Scott back to flirting again. She didn't glance my way.

At the reception, Jen sat next to Scott at the head table. I watched from where I sat, at a table about 3 layers deep from the head table. The two of them flirted almost non-stop. I wondered if he'd heard the rumors, about Jen sleeping with Ricky. Maybe Jack had told him. I had known Jack for years, but we were just casual friends, so he didn't owe me anything. I imagined Jack saying to Scott, "At the wedding make sure to talk to Jen Andrews, she's hot."

Scott would laugh. "Yeah, but the real question is 'is she easy'?"

Jack would laugh back, and then give his friend a knowing grin. "She's married, but she fucks around. Remember Ricky, you met him one time? She's been fucking him since college, behind Mike's back. Look, here's a picture of her."

"Fuck, you're right she's hot," Scott would say, leaning back and looking more serious. "You really think I have a chance with her? Won't her husband be there?"

Jack would shrug and give his friend another grin. "Like I said, she's fucks around."

"She fucks around," I repeated in my head. I wondered if that's what people thought of Jen, that she fucks around, that I'm not good enough in bed so she needs other men to satisfy her. I looked at Jack, the groom. Did he think he had a chance to get inside Jen's pants, knowing she "fucks around"? His new bride Jill was pretty, but not nearly as Jen. Did he hope to get a piece of her in the future knowing she fucked other men?

I willed myself to stop thinking these thoughts. My cock was so hard it hurt, but worse, if I didn't stop the pre-cum would seep through my pants. I tried to concentrate on the dried chicken breast on my plate.

People started dancing. The obligatory first dances, and then more people got on the dance floor. Jen came over to me. "Wanna dance cowboy?" she asked playfully, looking a little tipsy from wine.

A series of fast songs played. My wife loves to dance, and is fabulous at it. After a little bit, Scott danced over to us, and for a while we danced in a circle. At best I'm an average dancer, but Scott really knows how to move. He edged closer to Jen, and soon they were dancing together. I moved off the dance floor and got a scotch at the bar. I leaned against the wall in a darken area, watching them dance.

I could tell she was having a great time dancing with Scott. He moved behind her and put his hands on her hips, and they gyrated in sync. I wondered if he could feel her garter belt. But then, he probably played with her under the table so he probably already knew.

He pressed his body against her, and she pressed her ass back against them. They gyrated like that, his crotch pressed against her ass, and then Jen raised her arms above her head. She looked back at Scott with a sultry smile on her face. As they danced, his hands slowly moved up her sides. Soon they'd be just below her bust, and I knew what would happen next. He'd cup her breasts. She'd look back over her shoulder, and then his tongue would be in her mouth.

How could she act this way, in front of all these people we knew? Everyone knew she stepped out. They knew about Ricky. How could she humiliate me this way?

"Who's bed is she going to tonight?" I imagined our friends saying.

"Not Mike's," someone would answer, and then they'd all laugh.

Their dancing gradually led them away from me, and I lost sight of them. I waited for them to dance back into my sight, but they didn't. I moved around the ballroom to get other views of the dance floor, but they were nowhere to be seen. I started to panic, not for her safety (because while I didn't know him he was Jack's friend), but for what might be happening between them.

At least 20 minutes (and 2 more double scotches) passed. Then suddenly Jen was in front of me. "Hey you," she said. She had perspiration on her forehead and seemed to be breathing hard. Scott was across the room, talking with Jack. They glanced at us as they spoke.

"Have fun?" I asked trying to act normal.

"Yeah, Scott's an awesome dancer," she said looking at him across the room.

Later that night we were in our hotel room. We were in bed, and I'd pushed her dress up around her waist. I was between her open legs, going down on her.

"Yeah Mike, yeah, like that," she moaned, her eyes closed. She had one hand behind my head, and the other rubbing her nipple.

I licked between her lips, and then twirled my tongue around her clit. God she had the prettiest pussy, I could stay there forever! I moved below her pussy and licked across her sandbar, making her groan. Knowing how it drove her crazy, I moved further down, licking across her sweet asshole. "Oh god," she groaned pushing her ass into my face. I rolled my tongue around her puckered anus. "God Mike god yeah," she moaned.

I played with her like that for a long time, not letting her cum, letting the pleasure build up until her body writhed on the bed. Only then did I return back to her clit. Licking hard with the flat of my tongue, I also pushed a finger into her and immediately found her g-spot, making her practically shriek with pleasure. I rubbed against both her clit and g-spot, while with my other hand I fondled her tit and rubbed her nipple. "Oh god I'm cumming baby I'm cumming!" she cried. Then her body convulsed and her hands tore at my hair. "Oh god oh god!" she cried.

I moved up the bed and put my arm around her. She snuggled into my arm. "That was freaking amazing!" she gushed, still panting. I felt great, knowing I'd given her a lot of pleasure.

Eventually she moved down my body. She pulled down my pants and wrapped her hand around my hard cock. "Your turn," she said with a teasing smile, then she licked the pre-cum off my cockhead. I moaned as she licked me up and down. She teased my balls with her nails as she licked me. Then she moved her head lower and licked my balls with her soft tongue. She moved lower, touching the edge of my sandbar. God it felt so good.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"You like that?" she asked looking up at me with her big blue eyes.

"God yes!"

She hesitated , then tentatively said, "What you did to me was so amazing, but I'm not sure I can do that."

Her statement came out almost like a question. I quickly reassured her, "That's okay baby, you don't have to."

"You're such a great guy, you know that?" she said smiling at me. I saw the love in her face, and it made me feel so good. "I think I know how to pay you back," she added. She took off my shoes and socks and pulled my pants completely off. She lightly ran her manicured nails from my ankles up my calves, and then ran her nails up my inner thighs. I moaned and my cock jerked. "You like that baby?" she asked, knowing full well I did.

She wrapped her hand around my shaft and slowly stroked me. With her other hand she used her nails to lightly tickle the underside of my balls. She gave me a sly, knowing smile. "You want to talk about tonight, don't you?"

I nodded. "What did you think of Scott?"

Her smile widened. She'd known this is what I'd want to talk about. "He's a really good dancer."

"You're attracted to him?"

"What do you think?" she asked, the sly smile still on her face. She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. I'm not the biggest guy, so she can easily swallow all of me. I groaned feeling her tongue running up and down the underside of my shaft.

"Did he hit on you?"

She looked up at me, her lips glistening with moisture. "A little."

"A little?" I repeated. "Did he touch you under the table?"

Slowly stroking me, she said "Do you hope he did?"

"Did he?"

Instead of answering, she lowered her head and took me into her mouth again. "Where did you go? Where you with Scott?"

"So many questions," she said with a husky voice, looking up at me with heavy-lidded bedroom eyes, my cockhead still half in her mouth.

"Did you fuck him?"

She rose up and straddle my legs. Reaching down she guided my cock into her pussy. We both moaned as I entered her. "Did you?" I moaned.

Slowly moving up and down on me, she put her arms around my neck and pulled my ear to her lips, my face immersed in her silky blonde hair. She whispered into my ear, "Can you smell him on me?" That was all it took. With a grunt and lurch I came.

She kissed me and rolled onto the bed, curling into a ball as if inviting me to spoon her. She loved being snuggled at night. I could tell she was exhausted. I undressed her, gently taking off her dress, her heels, her stockings (she hadn't worn a garter belt). I finished undressing myself and then spooned her, pulling the covers over both of us. "Thank you baby," she said to me half asleep. Then we both fell asleep.

When I woke the next morning I had a major headache. Too much scotch. The sun was full in the sky and I saw it was mid-morning. Jen wasn't there. She left a note: Went to help with the gifts.

As a bridesmaid, one of her jobs was to help bring all the wedding gifts to Jill's parents' house, about 30 minutes from the reception hotel. We'd talked about how I'd help her with this. I wished she'd woken me, because I felt like we'd barely spent any time together yesterday.

I wondered if Scott had gone with her. Is that why she hadn't woken me? So she could spend more time with Scott?

I lay back down and pulled out my cock. I was hard. I closed my eyes and remembered how she'd held his arm walking down the aisle, gaily laughing and talking, and how they continued their flirtation all during dinner. She'd ignored me the entire day, all her attentions on Scott. On the dance floor she'd barely danced with me, instead choosing to dance with Scott. It'd been like he was her husband and I was an unwanted third wheel. And she'd dirty danced with him, inviting his hands on her. Had he fingered her during dinner, under the table?

And what about that half hour, when they disappeared? She practically admitted it -- she let him fuck her. With all our friends there. Thirty minutes was more than enough. He might have fucked her twice, once in her mouth and once in her pussy. Had she fed me his creampie when I went down on her, made me eat his cum out of her? Did she have that little respect for me?

I came, thinking these thoughts. Then I lay in bed catching my breath, feeling insecure.

It'd been a year since we got back together, after her relationship with Ricky ended. About 6 months ago, I watched her have sex with another man. I'd encouraged her. I knew she needed more than I could give her. And my strongest fantasy -- obsession-- was her with other men.

We began playing our Game again. But the one night stands made her feel cheap. She grew up Catholic, with all the guilt that goes with that. We stopped playing the game 2 months ago. I wanted to keep going, but it got her too upset.

You might wonder, "how can I be insecure about other men, when I want her to sleep around?" Well, if you have to ask that question, you don't really understand the cuckold fantasy. The risk of losing her to another man -- a better man -- a handsomer, more successful, better body, better endowed man -- is a big part of the fantasy. Jealousy, heart ache and angst are like fuel on a fire. Early in our relationship, I thought I was enough to keep her sexually satisfied. That bubble burst the first time Ricky fucked her. He did things to her I never had. She responded to him like she never had with me. That made me realize I could never give her all she needed.

But you can't separate physical love from emotional love. That's true for everyone, but especially for girls I think. If another man is pleasing her body -- rocking her world -- she can't help but develop feelings for him. That's what happened with Ricky. Jen fell in love with him. Today, she denies she did. But I was there, I know.

As I lay in bed, with jizz on my hand, I thought about those things. She probably didn't fuck him last night. She likes to flirt, and that's all she did last night. But why'd she spend so much time with him last night, ignoring me? And why didn't she wake me up this morning?

I knew everyone from the wedding was probably downstairs, and I had to make an appearance. I showered and got dressed (masturbating again in the shower, thinking of them together).

Downstairs, there was a big crowd of people from the wedding. People kidded me about being hung over. "Have you seen Jen?" I asked Jill, the bride. She and Jack were leaving on their honeymoon tomorrow.

"She and Scott took the presents to my parents' house," she said, watching me closely as if wanting to see my reaction. She probably knew what was really going on with Scott and my wife.

My suspicions were confirmed when Jill shared a knowing glance with her other bridesmaids, and they broke into a giggle. They all knew Jen had Scott's cock in her at that very moment. It was probably long and thick, her pussy stretched so tight she could feel the thick veins running up the sides. They all knew I can't satisfy her, she needed a real alpha man like Scott, not small dicked me.

Of all the bridesmaids, Allie was the worst. Jen and Allie met freshman year of college, and they'd been best friends since. Like Jen, Allie is a knockout, although she was still single. I doubted she'll ever marry, being so wild and fun loving. That was why Jen liked Allie so much. She grew up in a kind of conservative Catholic home, and by college she was ready to let loose some. Allie was the perfect partner in crime.

Allie and I don't get along. I mean, we played nice for Jen's sake. But Allie's never liked me. I don't think she thinks I'm good enough for Jen, and honestly I don't think she liked losing her wingman. I'm sure Allie knows the entire Ricky story. She wasn't around when it happened. She works at the same advertising firm as Jen -- but at the time she was in London working on a high profile project. I assume Jen told Allie the entire story, but to be honest I try to avoid talking about Allie with Jen.

But I was trapped here, and Allie gave me a look. I have to admit, she's hot, but opposite to Jen. Brunette instead of blonde, busty instead of petite. She's a flirt too, but if Jen's a 10 in the flirtatious department, then Allie's a 15.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

"Worried about your pretty wife?" Allie asked giving me a fake sweet smile.

I shrugged trying to look unconcerned. When I didn't say anything, she added "Don't worry Mike, Scott will take good care of her."

I felt lightheaded. I gave a stupid excuse about getting some food, and moved away from this group of the bride and her bridesmaids. I felt Allie's eyes on my crotch as I stood. She probably could tell I was hard. I'm sure Jen told her I got hot when she fucked other men. I blushed feeling humiliated.

I got a plate from the buffet. I felt everyone's eyes on me. They all knew my wife was with Scott. I played with the food for a few minutes, then retreated back to the sanctuary of our room.

I texted Jen: "How's it going?" She didn't answer. Thirty minutes later I texted "R u ok?" Still she didn't answer. I tried to keep busy by packing our things, since our train left later that day.

Around 1pm I went back down to the lobby. I was getting worried and planned to borrow someone's car to look for them. They were setting up a big "goodbye" lunch for all the wedding guests. As the elevator opened on the lobby floor, I saw Jen talking to Jill and Allie. "Hey sleepy head, finally waking up?" she said to me. Jill and Allie laughed. WTF?! Here I was worried about her, and she teases me?

"I texted and called you," I said.

"Oh sorry my battery ran out," she said, then turned back to talk to Jill and Allie. It was like I wasn't even there.

Jill and Allie were holding glasses of wine. "Mike can you get me a glass of wine?" Jen asked.

I went to the bar. "Could I get two whites?" I asked the bartender.

I brought the wines back but Jen and the other girls had already sat down for lunch. I went into the dining room and saw Jen sitting next to Scott. They were sitting close together, laughing and talking, just like last night. She hadn't saved me a seat next to her. It was one of those lunches where you weren't supposed to sit next to your spouse, but still. I brought the wine to her. She didn't notice me at first, so involved was she talking to Scott. "Oh, thanks honey but Scott got me one," she said, holding a glass of red. Then she turned back to talk to him.

I sat across the room and tried to make polite conversation. I tried not to be obvious about it, but I kept looking at Jen and Scott. Each time I looked they seemed to be sitting closer together, their heads almost touching as they talked. I'm sure everyone noticed, how they were spending so much time together, how my wife was brazenly flirting with another man right in front of me. Was his hand on her thigh under the table? Was she full of his cum?

Finally lunch ended and we boarded our train back into the city. Jen had drank a few glasses of wine, so she was tired. As soon as we sat down, she leaned her head against my shoulder and fell asleep. I put my arm around her. We were both exhausted when we finally got to our apartment. I wanted to talk to her about what had happened, but it would have to wait until tomorrow.

The next morning, I had to leave early for a client meeting. I left before Jen even woke up. I stayed busy until lunch, but then I had some free time to think. I couldn't understand the weekend. Jen knew I was up to play the Game again if she wanted to. If she wanted to fuck Scott she could tell me, she didn't need to be coy.

Our relationship hadn't gotten back to how it had been before Ricky. Our time together after graduation and before our wedding had been so exciting, magical even. But then Ricky happened. I'd encouraged it. I thought it was just an exciting game. I thought afterward things would go back to how they'd been. But they hadn't.

Sex wasn't as good, at least for her, I was sure. I couldn't satisfy her the way those other men could, and the passage of time didn't cure that. Yeah, I could always get her off with my tongue. But I didn't have the body or cock to rock her world the way those other guys could.

What's worse, we didn't seem as together as before. We loved each other for sure. But it didn't seem like we were as close. We didn't hang out together and laugh and whisper sweet nothings to each other like we used to do. We weren't in sync like before. Sometimes she seemed distracted, even distant. It was like something was wedged between us, keeping us from getting back together like before.

After work I picked up groceries and made dinner. She always worked out after work, so by the time she got home I had dinner all laid out, including a bottle of wine and candles. She smiled seeing what I'd done, and we had a quiet romantic dinner.

Afterwards she leaned against me on the sofa as I rubbed her shoulders and neck. I wanted her really relaxed before getting into the weekend. Finally I said, "It was a good wedding, huh?"

"Yeah, I had an awesome time catching up with everyone."

"Jack and Jill went to Belize?"

"Yeah, they have a cute little cottage right on the water."

We chatted like that for a while. Then, finally I said "I guess I was surprised you didn't wake me up yesterday."

"I tried but you were out of it." She giggled. "How much did you drink at the reception?"

I wondered how hard she tried. "It's not like I had anything else to do," I said. "You were with Scott all night."

I guess she heard the hurt in my voice. She turned around to face me. "Are you all right?" When I didn't answer, she said "I was just catching up with everybody."

"Why'd it take 4 hours yesterday? It's only an hour round trip."

"Traffic was horrendous. And then we got stuck talking to Jill's aunts and uncles who stayed at the house instead of the hotel." When I didn't answer, she added, "Mike, nothing happened."

I started feeling like an idiot, and guilty for thinking she'd lied. Trying to explain, I said "It's just that, you talked to Scott so much."

"I don't know," she said with a shrug. "He's interesting, we have a lot in common. We like a lot of the same bands, and he's really into the outdoors."

Her answer didn't exactly make me feel better. She rested her head on my chest, and I held her, both of us quiet. Then I finally got to what I wanted to say. "If something HAD happened, I'd be okay with that. You know that right?"

She pushed off me and sat straight on the sofa. "Yeah Mike I know that." There was a dismissive coldness in her voice. "You're all over the place," she said frustrated. "You get jealous if I talk to someone, and disappointed if I don't fuck him."

"I'm not saying I want you to fuck Scott," I hurriedly said. "I'm just saying, if you do I'd be okay with it." This was not going right. I DIDN'T want her to fuck Scott, there was something about him I didn't like. But if she did fuck him, I wanted her to tell me about it. That's what I was trying to say, but it wasn't coming out right.

She shook her head, frustration and anger brewing. "Mike, I'm not going to do something like that. I mean, god, you're the one worried about our friends knowing."

It's not a good thing when Jen gets angry. She doesn't often, but when she does it takes a while before she cools down. "Listen, I'm sorry, you're 100% right," I said soothingly, trying to head off her anger. "I'm a complete idiot," I added, putting my arms around her.

"You are an idiot," she said hitting me on the chest, but the anger was gone and she didn't pull away from me.

Later that night in bed, I put my arm around her and tentatively kissed her. I wanted her, but wasn't sure if she'd be into it given our argument. She let me kiss her, and began responding. I moved my hand under my old frat t-shirt she wears to bed, and she didn't stop me when I cupped her breast. Her nipple hardened when I rubbed it with my thumb. I knew I was in business when she paused and pulled off her t-shirt.

I kissed and fondled down her body, lingering at her breasts. They're small but perfectly formed with perky nipples. Her nipples are super sensitive so I spent a long time sucking and rubbing them. At the same time my hands roamed her body, my fingers tracing between her ass checks, caressing her inner thighs.

Finally I left her bosom and traveled down her body. I didn't linger on her stomach -- sometimes she can be ticklish there -- but feeling her tummy always turned me on, so flat and firm from great genes and a lot of exercising. I finally got to her pussy. During the day she wears lacy thongs, but at night to sleep she wears cotton panties, so cute because often they have little bows on the waistband. I was gratified to see a wet spot in the panties. I pulled them down her long legs, and then I spread her legs and went down on her. I took my time, licking and touching her how I knew she liked it, teasingly building her up and letting her come down.

When we first started going out I'd eat her out but not to climax. Instead, after getting her hot, I'd mount her and finish her through intercourse. Usually I could get her to cum that way, and it made me feel good having her orgasm on my cock. It was harder now to get her to cum that way. I guess she got spoiled by longer and thicker cocks. So I always made sure to make her cum with my tongue, no matter how long it took, because I wanted to make sure she got off.

Tonight it didn't take long. After just a few minutes she convulsed and squealed and came. Afterwards I moved up her body. She reached between us and guided my cock into her. "God you're so hard!" she moaned as I entered her. "Fuck me Mike, fuck me hard!"

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was definitely hard, after everything that had happened that weekend. I fucked her hard, digging my feet into the mattress and using it as leverage to ram her hard. I wanted to fuck the shit out of her, the way I'd seen Ricky do to her so many times. I knew she wanted that. Even after her orgasm, she wanted the physicality of being taken hard. But then my mind wandered to the weekend. Images flitted though my head of how she flirted with Scott, how she ignored me, how she made me feel like a third wheel as she gave Scott all her attention. I couldn't help it, I came.

"Sorry," I said afterwards. I'd cum after only a few strokes.

"That's okay, I had a great orgasm," she said, and kissed me. But I felt like a loser. She'd wanted fucked hard, and I'd popped before she'd even had a chance to warm up.

She rolled to her side and I spooned her, the way we usually slept. She hugged my arm tight, and we fell asleep.

The next day she called me at work. "Remember, I'm going out with Allie after work."

"Oh yeah," I said, remembering. "Do you want me to make you something for dinner?"

"That's okay, we'll probably get something at the bar."

I got home around 7, and knew Jen wouldn't be home until at least 10. It gave me some time to think. She believed her actions with Scott were innocent. Okay, maybe not innocent, but not unusual for her. She had a point there since she loved to flirt -- it was something that drew me to her. But after thinking about it, I decided this had definitely been different. Usually she flirted with a lot of guys, like a social butterfly. But here she paid all her attention on just Scott. And going alone with him with the presents was definitely out of line. She could have woken me up, I wasn't that out of it, and she'd known I wanted to go with her. Clearly she was attracted to him. He was ruggedly handsome and looked in really good shape, and seemed extremely confident. All things Jen found attractive. He reminded me of Ricky, and you know how that turned out.

I wondered what Jen and Allie were talking about. I imagined Allie putting me down, saying something like "Mike looked like a lost puppy dog yesterday. Is he always that insecure?"

Jen would say "He gave me a hard time about it last night."

Allie would giggle. "What I want to know is, did Scott give you a hard one?"

Jen would laugh. "God you're so bad."

"You know it girl, now fess up. Is DOESN'T take 4 hours to go to Jill's parents' house. What happened?"

Jen would get red and put her head in her hands. "God Allie, Scott fucked me!"

"Where?"

"At the house!"

"Where were all the aunts and uncles?"

"They'd already left, the house was empty. I called Jill so she wouldn't blow my cover."

"So your battery didn't really die?"

Jen would shake her head. "Scott was in my mouth when Mike called!"

I clenched my eyes shut, forcibly purging these thoughts from my head. Jen said nothing happened, she wouldn't lie to me.

But she'd lied before, when she'd been involved with Ricky. Maybe she HAD fucked Scott, but didn't tell me because she didn't want to hurt me, or didn't want the complications of getting my obsessive cuckold fantasy involved.

Jack and Jill had made a Facebook page for their wedding, and everyone was posting pictures there. I went there and scrolled through the pictures. There were a lot of Jen because she was in the bridal party. Scott was in many of them, and often they were talking or interacting or at least next to each other. It was hard to believe they'd just met. Someone looking at the pictures would think they were a couple.

I zoomed in on a picture of them. They were talking and laughing, their heads close. He had his arm on the back of her chair. Not touching her, but still like she was his. I took out my cock. I imagined them kissing. I imagined his cock in her mouth. I remembered how much of a third wheel I felt. I came after just a few strokes.

I knew why I was so threatened by Scott. It was more than the fact he was handsome and fit. He had that "bull" attitude. He clearly knew I was there, but he went ahead and flirted with another man's wife for close to 2 days. You have to have a special arrogance to do that. He reminded me of Ricky.

I thought of Gary, Jen's mentor at work. She liked him, and even slept with him once when we were broken up. After we got back together and started playing the Game again, we thought about including Gary. But in the end, Jen decided not to. Part of it was, she didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with him. But I think mostly, it was because Gary was too nice a guy. He wasn't the kind of guy who'd jeopardize another's marriage. He didn't have the bull attitude.

The next week we were having a quiet dinner when Jen said, "A bunch of people from work are going out for happy hour tomorrow. Are you up for it?"

Honestly I don't like going out with Jen's work friends. For one, I'd have to deal with Allie. But advertising people are too rowdy for me. I work on Wall Street; it's intense and high pressure, but its sober seriousness fits my personality better (Jen would hate Wall Street, too boring).

But I like spending time with my wife, so I said "Definitely, I'm in."

The next day I got held up and got to the happy hour late. "Hey baby," Jen said giving me a kiss. I knew most of the people there. She introduced me to a few new people. I was shocked to see Scott.

"Hey bro, how you doing?" he said shaking my hand. He saw the surprise on my face and grinned. "Yeah, I just started. You know us advertising types, have diploma will travel." I found out later he'd been hired as an account executive, which was about right on the corporate totem pole given his age. Still, he was a couple of rungs below Jen, who was now a director. Allie was a director too. To be fair though, Jen and Allie were both moving up the ladder faster than normal (their gorgeous looks and outgoing personalities didn't hurt in advertising).

There were about 10 of us. We pulled together three 4 tops and sat down. Maybe because of what happened at the wedding, Jen sat away from Scott, holding my hand to make sure we sat next to each other (which didn't always happen at these happy hours).

People started looking at stapled sheets of paper. It was a playlist! Fuck, this was karaoke night! I -- HATE -- KARAOKE. I'm a lousy singer, and I'm always too embarrassed to sing in front of people.

Jen loves it though, and she was one of the first people on the list. Others from our table got on the list, including Scott. In fact, everyone did, except me. "You getting on the list Mike?" he said loud enough so everyone could hear.

"I'm still thinking about it," I replied.

"Dude, you just gotta do it!" he said with a laugh. Asshole.

The first singers were average at best. Then it was Jen's turn. She loved old bands, so she sang Rhiannon by Fleetwood Mac. Everyone looked when she got up on the stage because she's so pretty. But she really got everyone's attention when she started to sing, not just with her beautiful voice, but gliding across the stage just like a young Stevie Nicks. A lot of people gave her a standing O, including everyone at our table. I was so proud of her, I gave her a big hug and kiss.

A few songs later it was Allie's turn. She sang Beyonce's Single Ladies Put a Ring on It, which I thought was a strange choice because I could never see Allie settling down with one guy. Her voice wasn't as good as Jen's, but she knew how to move her body, so she also got an ovation.

Then it was Scott's turn. He sang She's a Lady. His voice was no better than mine, but he knew how to dance and work the crowd, so he was moving and gyrating just like Tom Jones. Our table was already cheering him on when he jumped off the stage and pulled Jen to her feet. He grinded his crotch against hers, as he sang: "She can take what I dish out, and that's not easy, Well she knows me through and through, She knows just what to do, and how to please me. She's a lady. Whoa, whoa, whoa. She's a lady."

Jen played along and grinded back, beaming and laughing delightedly the whole time. As the song ended everyone gave him an ovation, and caught in the moment, Jen gave him a hug.

A while later our group was getting on the list again. By then everyone at our table had sang twice, and some three times. Scott handed me the playlist. "Come on bro, you have to go at least once."

I shrugged. "You guys are great, but this isn't my thing."

"Come on, we're all making fools of ourselves, don't be a stick in the mud," he insisted.

Everyone looked at me. I've never felt more like an outsider. Jen could have helped me by saying something like "It's not his thing, okay?" But instead her eyes were on the stage, watching the next singer set up.

Finally I joked "Believe me, I'm saving you guys from major pain by not singing." I forced a smiled, trying to save some of my dignity. Some of the people I knew gave me an out by laughing.

Later in the taxi on the way home, I said to Jen "Sorry about all that. I'm a lousy singer."

"That okay," she said, "But you know, no one cares how well you sing, it's all fun." I was hoping she'd say Scott had acted like an ass, but instead she said the opposite. "Look at Scott, he can't sing but he was great."

"Yeah, I guess," I said feeling deflated even more. We rode in silence for a while. I felt like she was disappointed in me. But then she slid closer and leaned her head against my shoulder, and I put my arm around her.

At home Jen went right to bed, but I couldn't sleep. I quietly got up and went into our home office.

Scott working with Jen added another dimension to my insecurities. Would they be spending a lot of time together? Jen would be his boss. Would that motivate him more to get inside her pants? I imagined him bragging in the lunchroom to his buddies, "I nailed Jenny Andrews last night!" Would that embolden other co-workers to hit on her? She's beautiful, but unattainable not just because she's married but also her high position. If she fucked Scott and it got around, would the other guys in the office see her as a potential lay?

On my computer I opened the wedding picture of them (I'd saved it in a folder). I imagined them kissing, his cock in her mouth, his cock inside her pussy. Did she get him the job, so they could spend more time together? So they could take long lunches? Does he get off looking at his boss down on her knees, her blonde head bobbing up and down on his cock, her wedding ring wet with his precum?

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"Jennifer Andrews went down on you?" the other accounts execs would say amazed.

"Yeah, bro," Scott would say triumphantly. "I covered her pretty face with my spunk. She went home to her loser husband with my jizz in her hair."

I grunted and came. I shook my head as I wiped my hand and closed the picture. I was going crazy. I couldn't talk to Jen about this. She'd already told me nothing had happened, and if I brought it up again it would be like calling her a liar. But I needed to do something. First thing, I needed more information on Scott.

Jack was back from his honeymoon, so the next day I met him for a drink. After talking about how their honeymoon went, I asked, "So what's the story on your friend Scott?"

"Why do you want to know?"

I shrugged trying to look nonchalant. "It's not that big a deal, I was just wondering." Then I decided I needed to give Jack something if I was going to get him to talk. "The thing is, Jen spent a lot of time talking to him at your wedding, and now he's working where she works --"

Jack had heard enough, cutting me off. "Mike, you better watch out for Scott."

"Why?"

"Just the things I've heard about Jen ..." Then he stopped talking, looking like he said too much.

"Heard what Jack?" When he didn't answer, I repeated in a louder voice "Heard what Jack?"

When he still didn't answer, I calmed myself and said in a reasonable voice, "Jack, we're friends right? If people were talking about Jill I'd tell you, she's your wife, so you have a right to know. That's what friends are for, right?"

He looked warily at me. Then he finally said, "Ok, but just remember, I'm the messenger, I don't believe any of what people are saying."

"Okay, that's fair," I said, with me looking wary now, preparing myself for what he was about to say.

"Mike, people are saying things about Jen and other men. They say she had a big affair with Ricky. Some people even say she left you and moved in with him for a while in California."

I felt numb. I suspected people were talking, but it was like they knew the whole story.

I guess my shock showed. "Are you okay Mike?" Jack asked looking concerned. "I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you this."

"It's all bullshit Jack," I said trying to recover. "Jen's never cheated on me." Which was mostly true.

"Okay," Jack said looking doubtful.

"What other men?" I asked.

He looked at me like he didn't understand. "You said people were talking about Jen and other men," I said. "Who else besides Ricky?"

He looked like he wanted to be anywhere else at that moment but sitting next to me. But he knew he couldn't avoid answering me, not after what he'd already said. "Look Mike. People are saying they've seen Jen leaving bars with other men. Recently, in the last year."

My heart sang. When we started playing the Game again, we went to bars in other parts of the city. But it's a small world. Clearly someone had seen Jen when she'd allowed herself to be seduced and picked up. What was surprising was they didn't see me too, watching in the background. But then, I don't draw as much attention as my beautiful wife.

"Okay Jack, thanks for telling me," I said, trying to hide how terrible I felt. "Like I said, it's all bullshit."

Jack was getting up to leave when I remembered Scott. I pulled Jack's arm. "Why did you tell me to watch out for Scott?"

He clearly wanted to go, but he said "I love Scott like a brother, but he's the biggest pussy hound in the world. In college he fucked every girl in our sister sorority, 35 girls, even the ones with boyfriends. He did it on a bet. It took all year but he won the bet. He has a way with girls. But it doesn't matter, since all those rumors about Jen aren't true."

"Yeah, it doesn't matter," I said my voice trailing off.

The next weekend we rented a car and drove to the Hamptons. Friends were renting a beach house for the week and they invited us over for the weekend, because they were throwing a big party.

I hadn't told Jen about my conversation with Jack. To be honest, I was still processing the information. I wasn't sure how Jen would react. I realized I hadn't asked some key questions, like who was saying this. He probably wouldn't tell me who, but I thought he'd at least tell me how widespread the rumor was, and whether it was old news or still something people were still talking about. I knew Jack would be at the party, so I was hoping to pump him for more information. Once I had that information I could figure out how to break it to Jen.

It took forever to get there because of traffic. The hosts -- Bobby and Grace -- handed us a melon concoction as soon as we walked in. "You guys need to catch up," Bobby said with a laugh.

They gave us a quick tour of the house. It was amazing, but we'd noticed even larger mansions in the neighborhood. "I'm sorry we don't have a bedroom for you" Grace said.

"That's okay, just being here is great!" Jen said enthusiastically. She was so excited to spend a weekend with our friends.

"Here," Bobby said with a grin, showing us a bowl with pieces of paper. "We're picking beds by random lots." Jen picked first, and her paper said the sofa in the upstairs loft. I picked next, and mine said the cot in the family room.

Jen put her paper back into the bowl. "I'll sleep with Mike on the cot," she said hugging my arm. "It'll be cozy." I grinned, hoping that meant we might fool around under the covers that night.

Just then Allie walked in. "Jen, you can share my bed. I lucked out and got the loft bedroom, it looks right over the ocean."

"Um ... bed and sunrise or cot and husband," Jen said, pretending to think. "Sorry baby," she said to me with a giggle, then she took Allie's arm and went to check out the loft bedroom.

I mingled and chatted with the other guests. There must have been 40 people there, all sleeping in the house, but the house was huge. The melon drink was good too, and I warned myself to pace myself or I'd end up sleeping face down on the floor.

I was by the pool and thinking about taking my shirt off to take advantage of the last vestiges of sun. Then I saw Scott. His shirt was off. His upper body was hard, well defined and sculpted. His arms and legs looked just as firm and muscular. He was also tanned. I decided to keep my shirt on.

The party was going all out, and some people were talking about going to the beach (just steps away) and watching the moonrise, because it was such a clear night. I was talking to Bobby when Grace walked up. "Bobby, we're out of melon liquor, you have to get some," she said sounding like the frantic hostess.

I could tell Bobby didn't want to leave his own party. "Don't worry Bobby, I'll go get it," I said slapping his back. He was clearly happy and gave me a good natured slap back.

I was rewarded with a kiss from Jen. "You're such a great guy," she said smiling at me.

The market was only a mile away, and I figured I'd be back in 10 minutes. But the traffic was horrendous. It took me 20 minutes to go a mile. I got the liquor and a few other things Grace wanted (ice, some melons, beer and wine). I headed back. Unfortunately the traffic was even worse going back. I was less than 100 feet from the driveway and the road was a parking lot. Frustrated, I carefully edged onto the shoulder. I thought it would be okay since I was so close to the driveway. But then I saw flashing red lights behind me. Fuck! The last thing I needed was a DUI.

The cop gave me a hard time, but gave me a break because I was so close to the house. He let me go with a warning. But dealing with him took a while, so all in all it took me an hour and a half roundtrip.

The party was going full tilt just as I'd left it. Grace took the groceries from me and started making more melon drinks, but there was enough alcohol in the house to last until the end of summer, much less this party. "Where's Jen?" I asked her.

"I don't know. The last I saw she was going to the beach to watch the moonrise. Check with Allie, I saw her by the pool."

Allie had her bikini on and was surrounded by guys. I couldn't blame them, she's got a hot body and pretty face. She caught me looking, and gave me one of those "look all you want, but you're not good enough for me" smiles. That's why she didn't like me. She didn't think I was good enough for Jen either.

"Do you know where Jen is?" I asked her. When she shrugged no, I said "I thought you guys went to the beach to see the moonrise."

"That was a while ago," she said. "She and Scott went for a walk to look at the big mansion over there." She smiled, and there was an evil twinkle in her eye. I turned and walked away.

Where was she? It doesn't take that long to check out a house! What man's wife disappears with another man on the beach, for an hour? This was just like the wedding, she was doing it again!

I was so angry and humiliated and hurt. I found the hard stuff and pounded down two scotches. To hell with pacing. I saw Jen walking up the path towards the house 15 minutes later. She was with Scott, and they were talking and laughing.

She grabbed my arm when she saw me. "Mike, you should see the house over there, its freaking huge!" Then she saw my face. "Is something wrong?"

"I need to talk to you," I said grabbing her arm and walking back down the path towards the beach.

"Where have you been?" I growled when we were far enough from the house that no one could hear.

"Checking out the big house next door."

"With Scott, alone."

"Mike, what is this? No one else wanted to go."

"Jen, you disappear with another guy for an hour, the same guy you disappeared with at the wedding, and you think that's okay?"

"We were just hanging out, I told you we like the same music, he told me about some hikes he's done in Europe."

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"Jen, don't you see how it looks?" I said exasperated. "Everyone's already talking about you."

"They don't know anything," she said giving me her standard answer.

"They do know!" I said. "I talked to Jack."

Suddenly Jen went ice cold. "What?"

"I talked to Jack. He told me people are talking about you. He said --"

"You talked to Jack?" she said interrupting me, sounding horrified. "Jill's the worse gossip! Now everyone knows!"

"Knows what?" I said confused.

"That you talked to Jack!" she cried.

I was surprised by her sudden alarm. "Jen, baby, I told Jack the rumors were bullshit," I assured her.

"It doesn't matter, you shouldn't have talked to him at all!" she cried, her alarm growing.

Suddenly it clicked in my head, and I understood how Jen could be so confident about her denial of the rumors all these months. I'm a numbers guy. Everything's black and white, 1+1=2. But Jen's advertising. It's like politics. It doesn't matter what the truth is. You ignore what people say and just stick to your story, and sooner or later people will agree with your version of the truth. But I'd screwed all that up by talking to Jack, because just by talking about the rumors, I'd validated them.

"Honey, I'm sorry --" I said, reaching for her.

"Don't!" she said pushing my arms away. "I don't want to talk to you right now." She turned and walked away. I felt like shit. I gave her a head start and then followed her. I saw she went right to Allie and pulled her away from everyone else, to talk.

I didn't want to make things worse so I acted like everything was okay. I didn't want people to think we'd argued. But people had noticed Jen disappear with Scott, and me pull her aside when they finally got back. People gave me a lot of looks which I did my best to ignore.

I stopped drinking. I didn't want to make things worse by getting drunk. I drank water and tried to act normal.

The party went forever. I saw Jen across the room. She was her bubbly self again. Either she was over it or putting on a show like me. I suspected the latter.

She didn't come to me, or even look my way. I wanted to talk to her, but I knew she was mad, and when she's like that it's better to give her space.

People started going to sleep around 3. I looked for Jen to give her a good night kiss. I saw her and we locked eyes. I moved towards her, but she went into the loft bedroom and closed the door. I felt like shit.

I went downstairs to the cot. There were a few others already settled down into their cots or sleeping bags. I felt like I was back in college again.

I couldn't sleep. I felt terrible. I realized I'd been selfish, thinking just about me. I mean, all I thought about was what people were saying and thinking about me. I didn't consider what Jen was going through. She was the one who had the affair with Ricky, who went with him to California, who slept with guys after she and I got back together. Our friends probably thought she was the bad guy and me the victim, since they didn't know about my role in all of this. They probably talked about how she was a cheating slut, and those rumors would really hurt her because deep down at her core she was just a blonde, blue eyed, sweet catholic girl. You probably think I'm putting her up on a pedestal, but she truly is a sweet loving person. I'm the demented evil one, not her. I wanted desperately to talk to her, but she didn't want anything to do with me.

I began hearing sounds that could only be couples having sex. Now I really felt like I was back in my fraternity days.

I'm sure many of the people having sex were the married couples there. We'd all been split up by the lottery process, but horny husbands and wives have a way of ending up with each other. Earlier I'd hoped Jen would come to me (no way could I go to the loft bedroom with Allie there), but I knew that wasn't going to happen now.

Other sounds, I'm sure, came from hookups with the singles at the party. There were still a lot of singles in our group, most of us were still under 30.

I thought of Jen and Allie in the loft bedroom. "I told you, Mike's a fuck up," Allie would say.

Jen: "Just stop, okay?"

Allie (smiling): "So what really happened on the beach with Scott?"

Jen (head in her hands): "God, I don't want to think about it. I can't imagine what they're saying about me."

Allie: "Fuck them Jen, who cares what they're saying. Anyway, this makes it easier."

Jen: "What do you mean?"

Allie would walk to the door and open it, and say "Surprise!" and Scott would walk in, a big grin on his face.

"Scott get out of here!" Jen would say urgently in a hushed voice. "Allie!"

Allie (smiling): "I think I'll leave you love birds alone."

Jen: "Scott you have to leave, Mike's downstairs."

Scott (pulling her to him): "You weren't worried about that on the beach."

"Scott stop" Jen'd say, but responding to his kisses and not stopping him as he pushed up her skirt.

"You're wet," he'd say fingering her.

"Hello? That's you in there!" she'd giggle, and then moan as he rubbed her clit.

He'd put her hand on his big hard cock. "Okay, but we have to be quiet," she'd say surrendering to him.

"Yeah, like you were quiet on the beach."

"Shut up you jerk," she'd laugh hitting his chest. "Oh god," she'd groan as he entered her.

"You like that babe?"

"Oh god yes you feel so good inside me!"

I came in my hand, stifling my moan since there were people around me. Then I fell into a restless sleep.

I woke up around 10. Frankly I'm not sure if I slept at all. Everyone else was asleep. I showed and dressed, and then drove into town and bought tubs of coffee and donuts from a coffee shoppe. When I got back people were starting to stir, everyone with mild to major hangovers (except me, since I'd stopped drinking pretty early). A hung over Grace saw the coffee and donuts and hung me, saying "You're a godsend."

Jen came down the stairs around noon. She'd also showered, but still looked tired. I wasn't sure if she was still mad, but she sat next to me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "You ready to go?"

"I thought you wanted to hang out on the beach?"

"Nah, I've got an early meeting tomorrow."

We said our goodbyes and left. For a while we drove in silence. Finally she squeezed my hand and said "I'm sorry I was such a pyscho bitch last night."

I squeezed her hand back. "It's all my fault. I'm sorry for being such an idiot."

She leaned her head against my shoulder and I put my arm around her. We drove that way for a while. It felt good.

After a while she said, "You know, nothing happened with Scott. I just like him, we're buds."

I didn't know what to say. How could I tell her I'd RATHER she have a meaningless fuck rather than develop a real relationship with him. Finally I said "Jack told me he's a real player." I'd rather not have reminded her of my talk with Jack and braced for another outburst, but I wanted to make sure she knew that Scott was after more than just a platonic relationship.

She paused, and then said "Okay, good to know."

Then she said (with a smile in her voice), "Did you hear all the sex last night?" I noticed the abrupt change of topic. I suspected she wanted to change the subject away from Scott.

I played along and laughed. "Matt and Annie were going at it on the sofa next to me."

"So, did you get any big boy?" she teased me.

"I had a date with Mr. Hand," I said, a little embarrassed. "How about you?"

"Wait, first I want to know what you were thinking about," she said giggling. "Matt and Annie?"

"More like what you and Allie were doing in the loft bedroom." I laughed like it was a joke, but that was the truth.

She pulled away and looked at me with a surprised crooked grin. "You fantasize about me and Allie?"

"Well ..." That's not what I was thinking but I couldn't say I'd never thought about it, they were both super hot.

"Oh my god," she said a shocked delighted smile on her face. "I can't wait to tell Allie."

"Oh god please don't" I said with a fake moan of pain.

"Come on, she doesn't hate you like you think," she said with a playful hit to my arm. "She told me I should go to you last night."

"You're kidding," I said shocked.

"She likes you Mike," Jen said, her tone going from playful to serious. "You're a really good guy, you really are," she added, running her fingertips along my leg (I was wearing shorts). I got hard, and she noticed.

Then she did something she hadn't done since we first started dating in college. She unzipped my pants and took out my cock, and went down on me. She slowly bobbed up and down on my shaft while I tried to keep us on the road. I came fast, which is probably why we didn't get into an accident. Afterwards she leaned against me and I put my arm around her, and she fell asleep.

As she slept I chided myself for doubting her. There was nothing going on between her and Scott, they were just friends. She had lots of guy friends. I had to stop all my demented thinking, it was going to hurt our relationship. She loved me, she was mine, I had to stop being so insecure.

As we entered the City, I thought about how much I loved my wife, and how lucky I was to have her.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

All In My Head Ch. 02

We got home from the Hamptons and had a quiet evening. We didn't talk about Scott or the rumors about Jen. We went to bed early. I reached for Jen, but she said "I'm kinda pooped tonight baby." So instead of sex we settled down to sleep.

Something woke me up, but it was a gradual awakening, like when you slowly transition from a dream to being awake because of something that's happening in the real world. That's what happened here. I sensed more than felt movement next to me. In the dark, I could just see movement below Jen's waist. I realized she was masturbating.

I guess she sensed I might be awake and she looked at me. I pretended like I was still asleep. I don't know why, if I'd waken up we could have had sex. But instead I pretended to sleep, looking at her through just barely opened eyes.

She looked at me for a long time. Convinced I was still asleep, she started moving under the covers again. As she approached orgasm, her legs parted more and the movement of her hand at her pussy increased. She pulled down the covers and reached under her t-shirt to rub her nipples while she continued to fuck herself with her hand. Her back arched as her orgasm hit, and I heard her softly but urgently moan "yeah, fuck me, don't stop, fuck me hard, harder, don't stop, harder."

She lay panting for long moments. Then after catching her breath, she adjusted her panties and t-shirt, pulled the covers back over, and rolled over on her side, the way she usually slept. I listened as her breathing became rhythmic, indicating she'd fallen asleep.

I couldn't get back to sleep though. I wondered who she'd fantasized about while she masturbated. Scott? Maybe Ricky? I didn't hold it against her. I beat off all the time. I hoped it was Ricky and not Scott. But I knew it was probably Scott.

I tried to prevent it, but I couldn't stop thinking about what'd happened. There was something going on between the two of them. Jen had a lot of guy friends, but she'd never pay so much attention to a guy friend or disappear with one of them like she'd done at the wedding and Hamptons. It bothered me when she'd said "I just like him, we're buds." I'd rather she'd said, "I fucked him but I know he's a jerk."

Something was going on between them. I tried to think of ways to get control of the situation. Set it up so he fucks her? I'd done that with Ricky, so I knew how. Maybe if they fucked she'd get him out of her system, like with Ricky. It might take some time and it would hurt, but that was better than this budding romance that was going on.

But it'd be harder to set up with Scott than with Ricky. Ricky and I were friends -- at least, we started that way. I despised Scott, and he probably felt the same about me. I couldn't imagine offering Jen to him, sharing her with him.

I decided to let things play out. Scott was an ass. She'd eventually figure that out, and stop hanging with him At least that was my hope.

Later that week Jen and I were going out to dinner. I was looking forward to it because I didn't feel we'd completely reconnected since the Hamptons (or since the wedding for that matter). We planned to meet at the restaurant, but I took off early so we could meet and taxi over together. I got to her building and went up the elevator to her floor. It was past 6pm so the receptionist was gone, but of course I knew the way so I walked to her office.

As I approached I saw Jen's door was closed. But then it opened -- I think it was Jen who opened it.

I heard voices and I immediately recognized them. It was Jen and Scott. They were talking about a client project -- they must be on the same team -- but as they talked there was a lot of laughing and easy banter, just like the wedding and the Hamptons.

I silently approached and I could just see them. They were facing sideways so couldn't see me.

"How about this?" Scott said, holding up a box of strawberry Pop-Tarts and taking on a terrible fake British accent. "I say good boy, I do love poppy tarts, like strawberries and cream at Wimbledon."

"Oh that's SOOOO good I'm sure Johnny will FREAKING love it," Jen said with playful sarcasm, laughing. I knew Jen was working on a huge pitch for Kellogg, the maker of Pop-Tarts, and Johnny was her boss. I didn't know Scott was on her team.

"The chap Johnny will BLOODY love it you mean," Scott added in his fake British accent.

"Stop!" Jen said laughing, hitting him on the chest.

He grinned at her. "You say stop a lot, but I don't think you really mean it."

Jen looked away almost demurely. She brushed her blonde hair behind her ear. "Just stop okay?" she said.

"I'd never been to the Hamptons before, it was pretty cool," he said.

"Freaking amazing," Jen agreed.

"I had a really good time," he said looking into her eyes.

"Me too." They were silent looking into the other's eyes, as if both remembering something they'd done together that weekend.

"You left early," Scott finally said.

"Yeah ... Mike got kinda upset."

He nodded, as if understanding. "Is he okay now?"

"I think so." A pause, as if thinking whether to say more. Then she added, "Sometimes he can be hard."

"Only sometimes?" Scott said with a big grin. Was he comparing himself to me?

Jen gave what seemed to be a nervous laugh, again brushing her blonde hair behind her ear. "You know what I mean," she said. Was that a blush?

Scott got serious. "Are you happy with him?"

Jen paused again. Then she said "I met him in college ..." Her voice trailed off.

I backtracked out of the office and took a taxi to the restaurant. I was a swirl of so many emotions. I ordered a double scotch at the bar. About 30 minutes later Jen walked in. I was already on my second double scotch.

She kissed me and saw the scotch. "Started without me?" she asked with a smile. I ordered her a Cosmo. I picked up my glass to take another swig. Jen stopped me by putting her hand over the glass. "Wait for me to catch up cowboy," she said.

The bartender brought her Cosmo. She raised her glass to clink with me, the way we always did. "Are you okay?" she asked seeing my face.

I felt hurt and confused inside. But I forced a smile. "Sure," I lied.

When she'd sat, her skirt had risen revealing a wisp of her lacy stocking top. She pulled her skirt down as she crossed her legs. All of her skirts were short (above her knee), but this one was shorter, really a mini-skirt. That surprised me, because she usually wore longer skirts to work. Had she worn the sexier skirt because she knew she'd be working with Scott today?

Then I noticed a run in her stockings. It started under her skirt. My eyes followed the run from her thigh to where it ended at her knee. Her stockings were scuffed at her knees. My mouth went dry.

Had she gone down on Scott in her office? Gotten down on her knees and put his cock into her mouth? Is that why her knees were scoffed? And did he fucked her after she got him good and hard? Push her face down on the desk and ram his big cock into her? I remembered what she'd moaned the other night as she masturbated. "Yeah, fuck me, don't stop, fuck me hard, harder, don't stop, harder." Is that what she said to Scott as he fucked her?

"Are you sure you're okay?" she asked me again.

"Yeah," I managed to say my throat dry. I took a gulp of my scotch, the fire in my throat matching that in my crotch. "Hard day at work."

"I'm sorry baby," she said brushing her hand across my cheek.

I touched her thigh and she looked down seeing the run. "I wonder when that happened?" she said in a neutral voice, her face showing no emotion.

Impulsively I pulled her to me and kissed her hard on the mouth. I pushed my tongue into her mouth.

She squirmed away from me, laughing. "What's gotten into you?" she giggled.

When we got home after dinner she went into the bathroom. "I'll be right back, I'm going to take a quick shower," she said.

It wasn't unusual for her to take a shower before bed, but she didn't do it often either. Was she showering to wash Scott off her before getting in bed with me?

She came out in her favorite fluffy robe, and laid next to me. "Hi," she said looking at me.

"Hi," I said back.

She looked into my face. I guess I looked troubled. "Are you okay?"

No, I wasn't okay, my head was still spinning from earlier. But my cock ached it was so hard. So I answered her by putting my hand on her stomach, on top of her robe. I pulled the cord to undo the knot, then I opened her robe. She was nude underneath.

I looked at her body, studied her, looked for clear evidence of her cheating. Marks on her neck or breasts. Swollen nipples. Puffy pussy lips. There weren't any, but I knew she'd cheated on me. I just knew. Gone down on Scott. Fucked him.

"Mike?" she said.

Anger welled up in me. She was mine, not his! Her body, her heart, all of her, she was mine! I got on top of her to take what was mine. Without any foreplay I rammed my cock into her. She yelped in pain, her pussy barely wet. I pumped her hard and fast. I could tell she wasn't enjoying it, but at that moment I didn't care. Images of her and Scott came into my mind. She was on her knees in front of him, her lips and hands around his cock, her hands and blonde head moving back and forth on his shaft, his head rolled back moaning, his pelvis pushing back against her pretty face as she blew him, her knees scuffling against the floor laddering her nylons.

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I grunted and came. I'd been inside her less than a minute. "Get off," she said pushing against me. "What's with you tonight?" she asked anger and annoyance in her voice.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Well don't do it again," she chastised me. Then she tied up the robe and pulled up the blanket, turning to her side to sleep. The robe told me she was in no mood to be touched much less spooned.

I felt terrible. I'd forced myself on her, given her pain instead of pleasure. I thought how inadequate I must seem to her, especially compared to Scott. I was sure he got her wet before entering her, I was sure he fucked her long and hard and made her cum at least once and maybe multiple times. I was a rough jerk and then popped like an acne faced teenager.

The next morning I woke up when she touched my arm. She was already dressed, looking amazing as usual in a designer dress that hugged her curves in a classy way, making her look both sophisticated and sexy.

"I've gotta go," she said, "We have an early Kelloggs meeting. I'll probably have to work late."

"Do you want me to make you something for dinner?"

She shook her head. "We'll probably grab something."

I wanted to apologize about last night, but I didn't know how to start. She looked at me a moment more and then got up and said, "Don't wait up for me, I probably won't get home until late." She kissed me and then was gone.

After she left, I lay in bed thinking about what I'd heard in her office. From their conversation it was pretty clear they'd fucked in the Hamptons. If they fucked there, they probably also fucked at the wedding. She'd lied to me twice.

"Are you happy with him?" Scott had asked. And Jen said "I met him in college."

Not "I met him in college and I know we'll always be together."

Or "I met him in college and I've loved him ever since then."

Not even "I met him in college -- we're going through a touch patch right now but we're going to work through it."

No, she'd said just "I met him in college." What the fuck does that mean? That she got married too early? That she made a mistake marrying me? That she should have waited because she now realizes I'm not the man for her? That she loved me then but not any more?

I walked to work, needing the fresh air. But it didn't help, I felt heart stricken the entire day.

She got home around midnight. She was surprised to see me awake. "You didn't have to wait up."

"I wanted to see how Kellogg is doing. I know your presentation is tomorrow."

"You're sweet," she said, sounding tired and distracted. "It's getting there, but we need more work tomorrow morning before the meeting." She went into the bathroom to take a shower. I willed myself not to think about what that might mean.

She came out a few minutes later with my old t-shirt she wore to bed. She got under the covers. I kissed her cheek. "Thanks baby," she said tiredly. Then I kissed her neck, her shoulder, her hip. I wanted to go down on her. I didn't care if I got an orgasm or not, I just wanted to make up for last night.

But she pushed me off. "Not tonight honey. I'm really stressed."

"I know how to relieve your stress," I said with a grin.

"No baby I really need to sleep."

Her tone was final so I relented. I turned off the light as she rolled to her side. I spooned her and she didn't push me away. Well, that was something.

Jen called the next day around 6. "Kelloggs loved our presentation!" she said jubilantly. "They hired us on the spot!"

I was so happy and proud of her, and told her so. She told me her team was going out to celebrate. I felt anxiety churn inside me because that meant she'd be with Scott, but I didn't say anything of course.

Just before midnight I heard voices and laugher at the door. I opened the door and found Jen giggling and fumbling with her keys. She was clearly drunk. She wasn't alone, Scott was there. He had his arm around her. His arm was probably the only reason she was still on her feet, but still I didn't like seeing him hold her. Jealousy flared in me.

"I wanted to make sure she got home alright," he said. He didn't sound drunk. I nodded to him and took her from him.

She stumbled into my arms, almost slipping in her high heels. "We bagged Kellogg!" Jen drunkenly slurred excitedly to me.

"I know you told me," I said smiling. "I'm so proud of you."

"It wasn't just me it was Scott too" she said and she stumbled back over to him. "You sir are freaking amazing!" she said pointing a finger into his chest.

Then suddenly she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

She was drunk so it was an awkward kiss. But he wrapped his arms around her and kissed her back. Soon her drunken clumsiness was gone, and they were kissing passionately. He squeezed a hand between their bodies and fondled her breast. She moaned and ran a high heeled foot up his calf. Caressing her breast with one hand, he moved his other hand and fondled her ass. Then he used that hand to raise her skirt. The breast hand came down and cupped her pussy. She moaned into his mouth.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing!" I yelled angrily pulling my wife away from him. Jen panted as I held her and looked longingly at Scott.

I had an awkward hold on her and she fell to the floor. It was a soft landing though, she didn't hurt herself.

Scott stood there in front of me and smiled like the arrogant ass he is. "I don't think she wants me to stop," he said smugly.

Anger boiled in me and I swung a fist at him. I'm not a fighter. He easily side stepped my punch and pushed me aside. He was a big guy and could probably kick my ass, but I didn't care. I was getting ready to punch again but Jen yelled "stop stop" and she wrapped her arms around me.

"Get the fuck out of my house," I growled at him in a low dangerous voice.

He left, but even as the door closed he still had that smug smile on his face.

I dragged Jen to our bedroom and threw her on the bed. I threw her legs open and got between them. "Have you fucked him?" I screamed at her like a mad man.

"No," she said, looking scared

"You swear? You haven't fucked him?"

"I swear!"

I leaned close to her and looked into her eyes. "You swear to god?"

"I swear to god, I haven't."

I ripped off her panties, making her yelp. I rammed my cock into her. She was soaking wet this time. I fucked her hard. "You wanted this from him, didn't you?" I demanded.

"No, I want you, you!"

"Liar!" I screamed at her. "Just fucking admit it damn you admit it!"

I came moments later. Once again she'd gotten nothing out of our sex. My orgasm hadn't been good either, although I felt empty. I was an emotional mess. I buried my head in her blonde hair and wept. She stoked my hair and we fell asleep that way.

The next day she woke up with a massive hangover. We both called in sick and I took care of her. By early evening she was feeling better.

We lay in bed on our sides looking into the other's eyes. She took my hand. "I'm sorry I kissed him." When I didn't say anything she added "I was drunk."

She could tell I didn't believe her. She looked down, not able to meet my gaze. Finally she said, "We made out in the Hamptons."

Then the story came out. They'd walked towards the big house, away from the rest of the group. They talked a long time. She felt a connection with him, from the first moment she met him at the wedding. He felt it too. Eventually he pulled her to him. She resisted at first, but then she gave in. They kissed and fondled. He unbuttoned her cover-up, pulled down her bikini top, touched her bare breasts. She reached into his bathing suit and stroked him.

He moved his hand to her bikini bottoms, cupping her mound. When he touched her there she realized what was happening. "We can't do this," she said.

Later that night in the loft bedroom she couldn't sleep. She went to him in the dark and covered his mouth with her hand. "It's me," she whispered. She took him by the hand to the bathroom, and closed the door. "We have to be quiet," she whispered putting a finger to his lips, and then she got on her tiptoes and kissed him. He kissed back and fondled her. She pulled away just long enough to pull off my old t-shirt. She'd taken her panties off before going to him, so now she was completely nude for his eyes. He kissed and fondled her everywhere. She moaned into his mouth and stroked him. He lifted her onto the basin and he stepped between her open legs. She reached between them and stroked him. "Do you have a condom?" she asked.

He shook his head. "It's back with my pants."

"Fuck," she said.

"I'll go get one," he said, but she held him back and shook her head. There were too many people in the house and they were lucky to not have already gotten caught.

"You're not on the pill?" he asked. She shook her head. We weren't sure if we were ready to start a family but we were talking about it, so she'd gone off the pill a few months ago.

"I'll pull out," he assured her. She told me she was tempted, but a little bit of good sense remained among her wild passion.

"We can't," she told him. He looked disappointed. "I'll take care of you," she whispered, and she slid to her knees. She went down on him and he came in her mouth.

Afterwards he lifted her back to the basin. It was his turn to get down on his knees. She gripped the back of his head as he made her cum with his tongue. "Does he eat you out as good as me?" I asked bitterly, moisture welling up in my eyes.

"Mike ..."

"Is that why you blew me in the car? Because you felt guilty?"

When she didn't answer, I hissed, "Is it?!"

Tears rolled down her cheeks as she nodded yes.

"That wasn't the only time, was it?"

She shook her head.

"You did it before we had dinner." It was a statement of fact, not a question.

She nodded.

"You knew I knew."

"I thought you did," she admitted.

"So you lied last night. You even swore to god."

"Oral sex isn't fucking!" she said pleadingly.

I gave her a what the fuck look.

"You scared me so much Mike," she cried tears rolling down her cheeks.

"But you wanted to fuck him, didn't you? Didn't you?"

She couldn't deny it. If he'd had a condom she would have let him fuck her. She nodded her head as she cried.

I watched her cry, and then I couldn't help myself, I pulled her to me and comforted her. We held each other in silence for a long time, way after it got dark.

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She told me more of the story. She'd felt immense physical attraction from the moment they met at the wedding. But it wasn't just physical. The more they talked, the more she liked him. There was a real connection between them.

"But he's such an ass Jen," I said.

"Mike, I know you think that but it's not true, he's really nice, I mean, everyone likes him at work." When she saw the hurt in my eyes, she said gently, "I'm sorry baby but you want me to tell the truth."

"You purposely didn't wake me up so you could be with him, right?" When she hesitated, I said bitterly, "You might as well tell me, you've told me everything else."

She nodded yes.

"Did you even try to wake me up?" I said the bitterness laced in my words.

She looked down. I had my answer. She began sobbing again. This time I didn't move to comfort her. "I'm so sorry I hurt you," she sobbed. "I don't know what's wrong with me, I don't know why I did this." She sounded both sad and frustrated at the same time.

"There's something wrong between us," I said, voicing what I'd been thinking for a while now.

"What are you saying?" she said. In the moonlight I saw fear in her eyes. Did she think I was about to tell her I wanted a divorce? Maybe she was just as afraid of losing me as I was of losing her. The possibility made me feel better.

"I don't know," I said, feeling inadequate. "You're not getting everything you need from me."

"No baby," she protested hugging my arm.

"It's true," I insisted. "If you were, you wouldn't have fallen for him."

"I haven't fallen for him."

"Jen ... come on ..."

We ended the night by making love. It was slow and tender, with a lot of kissing and hugging. I came, and I think she did too. We fell asleep spooning.

A few weeks passed. Jen worked late often, getting the Kelloggs campaign going. I knew she was working closely with Scott. She told me nothing was going on between them, but there was an edginess to her, a tension.

As the holidays approached I took Jen to our favorite restaurant. Afterwards we undressed each other and made out, but we hadn't made love yet. Instead we were laying on our sides, looking into the other's eyes. With my fingertip I traced lines on her breast, circles around her nipple. She had her cum face on, but it wasn't because of what I was doing. She had looked that way when I'd picked her up from work. "Did you see Scott today?" I asked.

She hesitated. "It's okay, I want to know," I assured her.

She thought a moment. Then she said "Like we're playing the Game?"

"Yeah, like that," I said. I hadn't been thinking about it in those terms, but talking about it in the context of the Game made it easier for both of us. "What happened today?"

"He came to my office early. He gave me an early Christmas present."

"What was it?"

"A bustier. I gave it back to him."

"What'd he say?"

"He said he wanted me to have it. He said it'd make him feel good if he knew I wore it sometimes, even if he never saw me in it, even if I only wore it for you."

"He said that?"

"Yeah."

"Did you keep it?"

She hesitated. "It's alright," I assured her.

"Yeah."

"Do you have it here?"

"It's in my bag."

"Will you put it on for me?"

"Really?" she asked. She reached down to my crotch. Feeling me hard, she said "okay."

She got up and came back a moment later with a pink strapless bustier.

"I'm going to turn on the light okay?" I said. I wanted to watch her put it on.

"Okay," she said, studying the bustier. It was the kind that laced in the back. She wiggled into it and then turned her back to me. She held up her long blonde hair. "You'll need to tie it."

I tightened the laces. I tied it off at the bottom. About an inch of her smooth skin showed from her shoulders to her waist, the laces crisscrossing all the way down.

She turned to face me, letting her hair fall clumsily around her pretty face. The bustier pushed up her breasts so they swelled above the lace trim. "You looked amazing," I gushed. "Why pink?" I asked.

"He likes me in pink."

"I do too."

"I'll be sure to tell him tomorrow," she giggled. She went to her lingerie draw and picked out sheer off-white stockings. She rolled up one stocking into a ball. Then she put her right foot on the bed, put her foot into the stocking, and then rolled the stocking up her long leg. She attached the lacy welt to the garters attached to the bustier. She repeated this for her other leg.

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She saw me practically panting and grinned at me. She went into her closet and came out with pink high heels. She stepped into them.

Then she went to her dressing table and put on makeup, finishing with pink lipstick, the same color as the bustier and high heels. She brushed her hair. Then she turned to me and smiled. She did a pirouette so I could see all of her. "You like?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said my throat dry. I patted the bed beside me. "Come here."

She lay down and I ran my hands over her. I imagined Scott in Victoria's Secret, picking this out for her. I got between her legs. I wanted to make sure she came this time. She was pantyless and her bare pussy looked so good.

Jen groaned as I went down on her. She shuddered a few minutes later as she came on my tongue. I mounted her. I knew I wouldn't last long, and I didn't, cummng after just a few strokes.

"Does he do that as good as me?"

"Go down on me?"

"Yeah."

"I haven't let him do that since --"

"I know," I interrupted, assuring her. "I meant when he did it back then."

"No. I mean ... I don't know. It feels so good it's hard to tell who's better."

We were quiet, holding each other close. Then I said, "In the Game you do what I say, right?"

"Yes."

"You promise?"

"Yes, I promise."

"Wear this for him tomorrow."

"Really?"

"I want you to."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And let him feel your back so he knows you're wearing it. Tell him the truth when he asks why you're wearing it."

"I'll tell him you told me to."

"No, I mean, tell him it's because you want to wear it for him."

"Okay."

"Is that the truth?"

She paused, then said "I'm not sure."

"Okay," I said kissing her lips. "Wear that pink dress, you know, the one that's kind of loose but has the scoop top?"

"Yeah, okay, I know the one."

"If he asks to see the bustier, then turn around and hold up your hair the way you just did, and ask him to unzip you."

"Really?"

"Yeah. After he unzips you, turn around and let your hair fall just like you did for me."

"Okay. Then what?"

"What do you think he'll do next?"

"He'll probably want to kiss me."

"Do you want him to kiss you?"

She paused. "The truth?"

I nodded.

"Yes."

"Then what will he do?"

"He'll probably want to touch me."

"Yeah, that's what I'd want to do. Let him."

"Really?"

"You want him to, right?"

"I think so ... Does that make you mad?"

"Not mad ..."

"Jealous?"

"Yeah." I paused. "If we weren't together, would you fuck him?"

"Probably."

"Would you date him?"

She paused. "Probably. That bothers you, doesn't it?"

"I can't help it."

"But it's okay if he fucks me?"

"Not really ... but it's different."

"I'm sorry."

"Just always tell me the truth okay?"

"I will."

"No more behind my back."

"I promise."

"You swear?"

"I swear."

We were quiet, and then I said "Don't let him fuck you, okay?"

"Okay."

"I can't handle that yet."

"I won't."

"I love you."

"I love you too baby," she said.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

All In My Head Ch. 03

She didn't wear the bustier the next day, or the day after. We talked a lot about what we were feeling, what we wanted. Finally, she put on the bustier the next week. That day I was useless at work, I could only think about what they were doing. It got so bad I beat off twice in the bathroom.

She wore a big smile when she got home. We kissed and went straight to our bedroom. I sat on the edge of the bed and she turned her back to me. "Unzip me?" she said.

I lowered the zipper of the pink dress. "Is this what Scott did?" I asked excitedly.

She let the dress fall to her feet, and then she turned to face me. God she looked so hot in the bustier. "You hope he did, don't you?" she asked with a sparking smile.

"Did he?" I insisted.

She pushed me down on the bed and straddled my crotch. She rubbed her pussy against the tent in my pants. "I need this bad," she moaned.

Her panties were wet. "Are you hot because of Scott or me?"

"Which do you want?" she asked.

"Scott!" I said lustfully.

"You're so predictable," she laughed. She leaned down and kissed me, and we made out.

"Did he kiss you like this?" I moaned.

She unbuttoned my shirt and then lightly ran her manicured nails down my chest, making me moan more. "You're so much fun to tease," she said with a twinkle in her eye.

"Nothing happened?"

She leaned down and kissed me again, pushing her tongue into my mouth so as to invite my tongue in hers. We kissed and our tongues danced, my tongue twirling against hers in her mouth. She broke off the kiss and moved her lips to my ear. "You can't taste him in my mouth?" she whispered hotly into my ear.

"God!" I groaned. I felt lightheaded. "He came in your mouth?"

"Yeah," she whispered into my ear, and then sexily licked the inside of my ear. That always drives me crazy, my ears are really sensitive for some reason, and she knows it.

"When?"

"Just before I left work."

"Oh god!" I groaned. "You didn't let him fuck you, right?"

She moved up my body and straddled my head. "Do you think he did?" she asked softy running her fingers through my hair.

The thin material of her thong was wedged between her pussy lips and ass crack. I pulled it aside. She kept herself completely hairless down there, in fact years ago she had all the hair down there permanently removed except for a small patched above her clit that she kept neatly trimmed.

Her pussy glistened with moisture and her clit and lips were swollen with excitement but I could tell she hadn't been fucked. I put my hands on her hips and pulled her down on my face. I licked between her pussy lips and swirled my tongue around her clit, caressing her ass with my hands. "God that feels so good!" she moaned her head rolling back.

I used the flat of my tongue to rub her clit. She came moments later. She must've been really hot to cum that fast.

Afterwards she moved off my head. "You're so freaking good at that," she said using a towel to wipe her juices from my face.

Then she snuggled into my arm. She lightly ran her finger tips up and down my chest and moved a stocking leg over my leg. I loved the feeling of her nylons rubbing against my skin.

"So tell me what happened."

"This morning I hung him hello."

"Do you always do that?"

"No. I wanted him to feel the bustier."

"Okay."

"But then I made sure not to see him all day."

"God you're such a tease," I admired.

She smiled. "You know it."

"Then what happened?"

She cupped my hard dick with her hand, over my boxers. "I called him and asked him to come to my office."

"Yeah?" I said prompting her to tell me more.

"He sat on my sofa. I stood in front of him. He asked me if I was wearing it and I said I was. He asked if I wore it for him and I told him I did. He asked me how it felt, and I told him it made me feel really sexy. He told me to let him see it. I turned around and held up my hair. He unzipped me and pulled down my dress, and I turned back around. He told me I looked really good and he really liked me. I told him I liked him a lot too. I got down on my knees and gave him a blow job. Then he laid me on the sofa and ate me out."

"Did he try to fuck you?"

"Yeah, but I told him I wasn't ready for that." She pulled down my shorts and straddled me, and then she lowered herself on my cock. She'd gotten me too hot to hold out, I came almost immediately. She moved off my cock and snuggled into my arms, her head resting on my shoulder.

"Did he hold you like this after?"

She tenderly kissed my cheek. "A little bit."

"Did it feel good?"

She kissed my cheek again. "You know I like held."

"You like him a lot."

"Yeah."

"Are you falling in love with him?"

"I don't think so."

"You did with Ricky."

"Not like you," she said, kissing my lips and cheek.

A few minutes passed. Then she asked, "Are you okay baby?"

"I'm not sure," I said honestly. With my passion sated, I felt jealous and anxious. "Does he know I know?"

"I think he suspects."

"You haven't told him?"

"I wouldn't do that."

Later we made love. It was long and slow and tender. I think Jen came. Afterwards we held each other and fell asleep that way. The ironic thing was, I felt closer to her now than I had for a long time. We were talking more now, and making love more. And our sex was better. She was cumming on my cock and that made me feel good.

The next morning she told me she'd probably have to work late that night. "Will you be working with Scott?"

"Yeah, he's on my Kelloggs team."

I put my hand on hers. "I don't want anything to happen today."

"Okay."

"I'm sorry to be a control freak, I just need to process this."

"I get it baby."

"Do you think you can resist him?" I asked. I grinned to make it a joke, but I was serious too.

She rolled her eyes. "I think I can Michael." She only calls me Michael when she's annoyed or mad. But then she smiled to let me know she was joking.

Later that night we were in bed. I was on top of her, slowly fucking her. "Did he come on to you today?"

"Yeah."

"What did you do?"

"I told him no."

"What did he say?"

"He asked me why. I told him I wouldn't cheat on you."

I kissed her. I managed to avoid cumming until she came. I love looking at her pretty face when she cums, it's so sensual and beautiful.

I held her, her head resting on my chest. "Thanks for not doing anything."

"I love you Mike."

"I know but ... I can tell you're really into him." She didn't say anything, so I said, "Did you want to?"

She paused. "The truth?"

"Yes."

"Yeah, I did."

"He really has you under his spell, huh?"

She rose up on my chest, looking at me. She brushed my cheek with her hand. "I'm sorry."

"That's okay," I said, but I wasn't feeling okay. "Jack told me he's a real player. He fucked every girl in his sister sorority, even the ones with boyfriends."

"Scott told me that story. He's not like that anymore. I know you don't like him, but he's really nice." She saw the hurt on my face. "You want me to tell you what I'm thinking."

"Yeah, I do ..." I said my voice trailing off. I hated it when she defended him. "I was thinking," I said after a few moments. "Maybe we should all go out."

"Really?"

"Yeah -- it might be easier if he knew I knew." We talked about why. I said it would make it easier for her when she didn't do something he wanted, like today. And this way I could keep better tabs on what was going on, and I thought that would make me feel more secure.

Then we talked about how to do it. I told her our apartment was out of the question. That would probably lead to fucking, and I wasn't ready for that. We talked about going to a bar, but that would be awkward with 2 guys and just 1 girl. We'd learned that during the Ricky thing.

"What if Allie came along?" Jen suggested. "Then it'd be like a double date." She saw the inquiring look on my face -- me with Allie? "Not a real double date, not unless you want to lose this Mister," she said squeezing my dick a bit too hard. "But that's what it would look like."

It made sense -- but Allie? She didn't think much of me, and this situation was already too much emotionally for me to handle. Claire would have been the perfect choice, but after their wedding she and Sam had moved to LA so she could pursue her acting career.

"I don't know about Allie," I said voicing my concerns.

"Mike, she's not as bad as you think."

"So she knows everything?" By everything, I meant both Scott and Ricky, as well as the other guys we'd played the Game with.

Jen knew what I meant, and said hesitantly, "Yes -- I mean she's my best friend."

"That's okay," I assured her. "I was just wondering."

The next Thursday the four of us went to dinner. I was a myriad of emotions: lust and jealousy, excitement and anxiety. Jen and I hadn't had sex for a few days. It'd been my idea. I wanted to be really horny because lust dampens down the jealousy.

After showing and putting on her makeup, she came over to me holding the bustier. "Scott asked me to wear this tonight."

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"Okay," I said almost as if in a daze, my heart pounding.

"Are you okay?" she asked. "I won't wear it if you don't want me too."

"I want you too," I said, "Turn around." I laced up the bustier like before.

She wore the bustier like a top, with a mini-skirt, stockings and heels. She wore her blonde hair up and the bustier showed off her sexy shoulders and elegant neck. She looked incredible!

She got down on her knees between my legs. She rubbed my hard-on over my pants. "I can take care of this for you," she said her glossy pink lipstick sparkling.

"No," I said. I didn't want her to think I was mad or rejecting her, so I explained "You know how I get kinda melancholy after I cum?" She nodded. "I don't want to get that way now." She slowly nodded, and I could see she understood.

When we arrived at the restaurant, Scott and Allie were already there. I thought it was going to be awkward figuring out how to pair up, but Scott immediately put his arms on Jen's hips and kissed her, saying she looked incredible. When the maître-d arrived Scott took Jen's hand and went with the maître-d to the table. My jealousy grew at watching Scott and Jen holding hands.

"Hi bubble boy," Allie said smiling, taking my arm and following the waiter. She'd called me bubble boy since college. I had no idea why. Whenever I asked she laughed and told me to ask Jen. When I asked Jen, she'd laugh too but wouldn't tell me. "Don't worry, it's not a bad thing," she always told me. It was like their private joke. I'd given up years ago trying to get them to tell me what it meant.

Scott was charming at dinner and dominated the conversation. Jen and Allie didn't seem to mind, they laughed at his jokes and seemed spellbound with his stories. He was charismatic and charming, which was probably why he was so good at advertising.

I felt like a third -- I guess fourth -- wheel. Jen had eyes only for Scott. She tried to bring me into the conversation a few times, but each time she returned her attentions to Scott.

Scott reminded me of Ricky. Ruggedly good looking, charismatic, tall and powerful, a man's man. Jen definitely was drawn to that type. I wondered how she ever fell in love with me. I guess I'm reasonably good looking, but I'm far from having a "beach body," and I'm quiet and introspective. No way could I compete with a captivating guy like Scott at dinner conversation. I think Jen forgot I was even there.

After dinner we moved over to the adjacent bar. As in the restaurant, I looked around and didn't see anyone we knew. We'd picked the bar because it was across town from where we normally hung out.

I think Jen sensed I was feeling left out, so she took my arm and we went to the dance floor. It was a slow dance. I put my arms around her waist and she put her arms around my neck. "Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah," I lied.

"See, Scott's really nice," she said. She saw the reaction on my face. "That wasn't the right thing to say, was it?"

I shook my head, and I couldn't help grinning.

"Gary's a nice guy," I said mentioning her older mentor at work. "I wish he was here instead of Scott," I joked, but I was half serious.

She paused as if making sure she said the next thing right. "I like Gary but I don't have feelings for him except as a friend," she said carefully. "You know that right?"

I nodded, not knowing where she was going with this.

"But if I ever fell in love with another man -- really in love -- it would be with a man like Gary," she said looking into my eyes. "You know why?"

I shook my head.

Still looking into my eyes, she said, "Because he reminds me of you."

I stopped moving. Relief flooded through me. She'd said exactly the right thing. "Thank you," I said.

"It's true," she said kissing me.

Our tender moment was broken when a fast song came on and Scott jumped hog dogging onto the dance floor. He was purposely making a fool of himself and Jen laughed. He pulled her to him and they started dancing. Laughing, Jen reached for me but he playfully grinded against her and she was soon laughing even more and playfully slapping his hands away. Once again it was like I didn't exist to her. Our moment had passed and I felt the jealousy and anxiety returning.

Allie took my arm and led me off the dance floor. "Come on, we have to at least try to keep everyone thinking she's with him and you're with me," she said.

"You must think I'm pathetic," I said once we were sitting at the table.

She laughed. "I never thought you, of all people, would turn out to be so demented!"

"Is that supposed to be a compliment?"

"No," she said laughing again. Bitch.

Our attention turned to the dance floor. As they slow danced, Scott caressed Jen's neck as they looked into each other's eyes. I knew that would turn her on, her neck is one of her most sensitive erogenous zones.

"It really turns you on to see Jen with other men?" Allie asked amazed.

I turned to her. "So this is where you tell me I'm sick and perverted."

She laughed. "No, I'm just curious."

"Do you know the whole story?"

"I think so, but feel free to tell me your side of it."

"No thanks."

"I didn't think so," Allie said with another laugh. She was really enjoying this. She looked curiously at me. "I've heard about men like you, but you're the first one I've met."

I looked back at Jen and Scott. "Welcome to my hell."

"If it bothers you, why do you let her do it?"

"I don't think I can stop her."

She shrugged. "You were the one who let the genie out of the bottle. Opened Pandora's box. Got what you wished for --"

"Okay Allie I get it," I said cutting off her gleeful recitation.

Scott and Jen returned. We moved to the bar. I stood next to Jen and put my hand on her back as she sat on a stool. Scott talked about gossip at work, and soon the three of them where laughing and talking animatedly. Scott put his hand on Jen's knee. He looked at me and smiled. Jen let him keep it there.

After a while Jen realized I was being left out. She took my hand in hers. "Okay no more talking about work," she announced to everyone. Allie announced we should all do shots. She winked at me when she ordered 4 shots of sex on the beach. Bitch.

We downed those. Then Scott ordered vampire shots. "What are those?" Jen asked. Allie grinned, clearly knowing what they were. I didn't know either. I saw the bartender pour Chambord, vodka and cranberry juice into 4 shot glasses.

Scott crushed a few sugar cubes onto the bar top, and then sprinkled some crushed sugar on Jen's shoulder right next to her neck. He had a mischievous grin on his face, and she was clearly intrigued.

He took one of the shot glasses and downed the concoction, and then he lowered his head and sucked the sugar off Jen's neck. It must have tickled because Jen squealed and laughed delightedly.

"Now your turn," Scott said. Jen took some crushed sugar and sprinkled it on Scott's neck as he had done to her. She took a shot glass and downed the shot, and then on her tip toes she sucked Scott's neck. They both laughed like college kids.

Scott looked at Allie since it was her turn. "No thanks," she said with an amused smile. She was clearly enjoying this. He looked at me but I just glared at him.

"Okay, I guess I'm up again," he said. He poured more sugar on Jen's neck. He downed a shot, and then sucked her neck again. Jen laughed again, but then his sucking went from playful to sensual. I saw it in her eyes as her arousal grew. His lips moved up her neck, and soon they were kissing, and the kissing turned to full blown making out. Jen let my hand go so she could put her arms around Scott's neck. I looked away. She was doing this right in front of me, in the middle of a bar. It turned me on, but it hurt so much.

"Okay guys, get a room," Allie said, seeing the nearby bouncer frown. Jen and Scott finally broke apart. I wondered how far they'd have gone if Allie hadn't said something.

"Okay Jen your turn again," he said handing the last shot glass to her.

Jen was all smiles as she took the glass. She glanced at me, and saw my face. Her smile turned to concern. She reached for my hand but I wouldn't take it. She came over to me and said "Do you want to do one on me?"

"No I'm good," I said grateful my voice didn't crack with the emotions I was feeling.

"Come on Jen your turn," Scott repeated.

She put the still full glass on the bar. "I think we better get going," she said to Scott and Allie. "Do you mind if I say goodbye to Scott?" she asked me.

I shrugged. "Wait for me outside okay?" she said. She joined me 15 minutes later and we got into a taxi.

"Sorry about the vampire shots," she said looking at my face.

"No problem," I said, keeping my gaze ahead, not looking at her.

"I mean it, I let it get out of control," she said.

I shrugged, pretending to be unconcerned. "You were his date tonight. No worries, it's all good."

"I wasn't his date," she said, rubbing my arm. "I should have done the shot with you. At least the first one."

"Don't do me any favors, okay Jen?" I said, the bitterness coming out. My words hurt her. We drove the rest of the way in silence.

At home she let down her hair. She stood at a mirror and brushed it. I came up behind her and looked at her in the mirror. There was a hickey on her neck where he'd done the vampire shots. I touched it with my finger.

Jen saw where I was touching. "Sorry, I didn't know he did that," she said.

I looked into her eyes in the mirror. "Why'd it take 15 minutes to say goodbye to him?"

She frowned at me. "So now you want to play the Game?" she said irritation creeping into her voice.

I deserved that. "You're right, I don't know what I want," I admitted. I went into our home office and sat down, staring off into the distance. I was so conflicted by this I couldn't think straight, and I was frustrating the hell out of Jen.

She came in a few minutes later and sat in my lap. "You're difficult sometimes," she said, but there was no heat in her voice, and she tussled my hair.

"Do you think it'll ever be just you and me?" I asked her.

She put her arms around my neck, her fingers lightly caressing the back of my head. "Is that what you want?"

I thought about it. "I'm not sure. I guess I don't think you'd be happy with just me."

"It was just us for a long time," she said.

"Yeah, but ... that was before Ricky. And it's hard to put the genie back in the bottle."

She thought a moment, as if knowing what she wanted to say, but not how to say it. "Remember Cabo?" she finally said. "When we talked about moving out of the city and buying a cute house with a big yard, and having kids and watching them grow up, and holding hands and walking on the beach when we got old and gray?"

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I nodded, remembering that vacation in Cabo. It'd been after we'd gotten back together after the Ricky thing, and we'd spent the entire time making love and talking about our dreams of being together forever. It had been a really good time.

She kissed me on the lips. "I still want that. Do you?"

"Yeah, I do."

"Isn't that all that matters?" she said looking into my eyes.

"Yeah. But it still hurts."

"I know," kissing me again. "But isn't that part of the excitement for you?"

I couldn't help smiling. She knew me really well. "Yeah."

"You just have to remember, when I'm old and gray it'll be your hand I'm holding."

"Okay."

"You're okay?"

"Yeah, I think." She kissed me and we made out for a while. When we stopped we were both breathing hard.

I reached up and traced the swell of her breast with my fingertip. The bustier made her look bigger than she was, and I followed her cleavage with my finger.

"That feels good," she whispered.

"You look really good in this."

"Thank you."

"Did Scott think so?"

"Yeah."

"He told you?"

"Yeah." We made out some more.

"Do you want me to tell you what I did when I said goodbye to him?" she asked. "I don't want to hide anything."

"I think I know what you did. You got him off."

She looked surprised. "How did you know?"

"Remember that time in college you interviewed at Google?"

"Yeah, for a marketing job."

"We fooled around before you left for the airport. I wanted sex but you didn't want to because you were about to get on a 5 hour flight. But you gave me a blowjob. You said you loved me too much to leave me like that."

"Yeah I remember," she said, smiling off into the distance as she remembered back.

"So I knew you wouldn't leave Scott with blue balls. Because you care about him." It hurt to say that, but I knew it was true.

"I do care about him," she admitted. "But I don't love him."

"Maybe not yet."

She put a finger to my lips. "Don't do that to yourself Mike."

A pause. Then I asked "How did you get him off?"

Jen got off my lap. She pulled up her skirt (it was too tight otherwise) and straddled my legs. She put her arms around my neck and moved her mouth close to my ear. I felt the silky strands of her hair on my face. "I started with my hand," she breathed into my ear. "Then he pushed me down on my knees. I took him out and sucked him. He was kind of rough. He grabbed my hair and forced my head up and down. He was mad I didn't do another shot."

"Wanna know something?" I asked.

"Yes."

"I got really hot when you did the shot on him."

"Really?"

"Yeah. And this really turns me on," I added, rubbing the hickey he'd put on her neck. "Part of me hoped you'd do another shot with him, and then make out again."

"Oh my god that got so out of control," she laughed remembering looking embarrassed.

"The bouncer almost threw you and Scott out," I grinned.

She laughed. Then she kissed me and we made out again. "Did he make you cum?" I asked after we stopped.

"No. You were waiting."

"But you wanted him to," I said. She didn't say anything but I knew she did.

I ran my hands up her back, feeling the stiff ribbing of the bustier.

She pulled my hands off the bustier and kissed them. "Can I tell you something?" she asked hesitantly. "You know I told you he got mad when I wouldn't do another shot with him?"

I nodded.

"To make him feel better, I told him from now on I'll only wear this bustier for him."

I paused processing this. "Okay," I finally said my heart pounding.

"Are you upset?"

"Yeah ... but turned on too."

"Yeah?" she breathed into my ear. "Does it turn you on if I do some things only for him?"

"Yeah."

"Can I tell you something else?"

I nodded.

"I told him I'd ask you if I can fuck him."

I paused again, looking into her eyes. "Do you want to?"

"Yeah, I really do." She had her cum face on.

Another long pause. "Then I guess so," I said.

"Really?" she said unable to hide her excitement. "When?"

"How about next weekend?"

"Honestly?" she said. "I don't think I can wait that long."

"Then when?"

"Can we invite him to dinner tomorrow?"

By this time we were both panting hard. I nodded yes. Then I asked "Does he have a big cock?"

She nodded. "Really big."

"How big?"

She slid off my legs and got on her knees. She pulled my pants and boxers down, and then wrapped my hard cock in her hand. "Scott's about this long," she said pointing a finger to a spot about 5 or 6 inches above my cockhead. I'm about 5 inches (I know, small) so that would make him at least 10 inches, maybe more. Then she used the fingers of both hands to make a circle around my shaft, about 2 inches across.

"Wow," I said.

She nodded, slowly stroking me. She said "Wanna know what else I said?"

I nodded.

"I said it when I was going down on him, to get him excited," she said. "I didn't really mean it."

"What'd you say?"

She kissed my cock. Then she said "I told him I wouldn't let you inside me tonight." My breath caught and my cock pulsed. She was holding my shaft so she felt it. She eyed me with a curious smile and stroked my cock up and down.

"Tell me your pussy belongs to him," I moaned my lusts taking over.

"My pussy is Scott's."

"And I can't fuck you until he does."

"I'll never let you inside me again, not until Scott fucks me."

"And even then I'm so small you won't be able to feel me."

"Scott will stretch my pussy so much I won't be able to feel you, and after he stretches me I'll never be able to cum with you again because you're so small."

"Stop," I said grabbing her wrist to stop her from stroking me anymore. "I don't want to cum yet. Call Scott up and invite him for tomorrow, and tell him everything you just said to me."

She grinned at me, amazed by my kinkiness, but clearly getting into it. She got her iPhone and dialed Scott's number. She pulled her hair behind her ear and then put the phone to her ear. She turned away from me so I looked at her back while she spoke to Scott.

"Hey you. I wanted to tell you, you left a hickey on me. (Laughter) You did! I'll show you tomorrow. Mike? He didn't like it. No he didn't. (More laughter) He's asleep now. He's okay I guess. I told him about the bustier. Yeah I did. He got mad. We kinda got into a fight. I got him off and we made up. (giggles) With my hand. Yes, my mouth too. He is my husband you know. (Laughter). You're so bad. Guess what? What are you doing tomorrow night? Wanna come over? Yes I asked him. He did! I think he knew he had no choice because I was going to jump your bones soon no matter what he said. God I want you inside me too! I wish you were here right now. Don't worry I won't. I said I won't. Scott I won't (laughter -- then serious). Scott, I promise I won't let him inside me until then. I'll keep myself all fresh for you. (giggles) Yes, I'll let him fuck me after you, I mean, hello, he's my husband. (giggles) Do you know Ricky? Yeah, it's true, I did kinda have a fling with him. But it was a long time ago. You won't tell anyone, right? (giggles) Okay, you can tell him. I just don't want our parents to find out, okay? Anyway, after Ricky fucked me, I couldn't even feel Mike! Cause he's small. Don't tell him I told you that okay? Cause I don't want to hurt his feelings, that's why. (giggles) I've got to go, I think he's waking up. Can you be here around 7 tomorrow? I can't wait either. Bye."

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Jen hung up the phone and turned to me. She pushed her hip against me, as if wanting me to put my arms around her waist. I did.

"How was I?" she asked.

"Perfect," I managed to say, my throat dry with excitement. "Can I tell you something?"

"Yeah."

"Hearing you say those things really turn me on. But only say things that are true, okay?"

"Okay." She got on her knees again and wrapped her hand around my cock. "Want me to tell you some true things?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah."

"It's not just because he asked. I want to wear this bustier for Scott and not you, you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because it makes it more special for him, and I want to make him feel special because I like him." She studied my face. "Does that upset you?"

"Yeah."

"Bad upset or good upset?"

Her words had hurt but excited me too. "Good upset I guess."

"Good," she said kissing the top of my cock. "Wanna hear another one?"

"Yeah."

"I thought Scott was really cool when he sang at Karaoke. I thought you kinda wimped out when you didn't. You kinda embarrassed me."

"Oh."

"I'm sorry. It bothered me. I've been wanting to tell you."

"I'm glad you're telling me," I said.

"Yeah?"

"It's better you tell me these things, I want to know."

"Okay."

"Can I ask you a question?" I said.

"Yes."

"You promise to tell me the truth no matter what?"

"Okay."

"Do you fake orgasms with me?"

She kissed my cockhead again. "Don't you know that's a question you never ask a girl?" she joked.

"Come on, answer my question."

"I love sex with you Mike. You're so hung up about orgasms. Sex isn't all about that. I feel connected to you when we make love."

"So what you're saying is you don't cum when we have intercourse, you fake it."

"I'm not saying that."

"You said you'd tell the truth."

"I am."

"Yes or no, and you're still on the truth serum -- do you cum on my cock?"

"Okay, that's a really crude way to say it, but the answer is yes."

"All the time?"

She rolled her eyes. "Mike, no girl cums all the time, and no guy can make a girl cum all the time. It doesn't happen."

I nodded. "Okay, fair enough," I said. "You know, I could talk to you forever."

"Me too," she said. "But maybe we should go to bed soon. I need my beauty sleep." She was still lightly stroking my cock. "Do you want me to make you cum?"

"Yeah."

She lowered her head and took me into her mouth. It took effort not to roll my head back, but it was so sexy watching her blonde hair shift around as she bobbed up and down. I reached down and cupped her breast over the bustier.

She stopped and pushed my hand away. "No, you can't do that remember? It's Scott's."

"Oh yeah," I said. She was really serious about this.

"You'll never see me in it again, unless I'm with him."

"Okay."

"Next time we go to the karaoke place, I'm going to wear it for him. But you won't see it then because you won't be there. I'll be with him and not you."

"I'll see it when you get dressed in the morning."

"No -- not if I'm spending nights with him then."

"Jen --"

"What?"

"It's too much."

"So? Do you really think I care about hurting your feelings?

"God --"

"Scott owns my pussy Mike."

"Only until tomorrow."

"No -- if he fucks me really good I might never want your little cock again."

"God Jen --"

"You never make me cum anyway. You know I fake it don't you? You're too small to do anything for me. It's not just how small you are. You're a terrible lover. You're the worst I've ever had."

"Ugh god Jen!" I cried and I came all over her hand.

A little later we were in bed, lying on our sides, looking at each other. "You know I was making all that up," she said.

"Yeah. Some of it was true though."

She grinned. "You really liked it, huh?"

"Yeah. The humiliation thing really gets to me sometimes."

"I think I've figured that one out," she giggled. "We can do it again, you know, I think I've got you figured out." She yawned. "But not tonight baby, I really need to sleep."

"Yeah ... Scott's coming over tomorrow."

"Yeah, Scott" she agreed. She kissed me, then rolled over on her side. I spooned her and she hugged my arm, and we fell off to sleep.

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All In My Head Ch. 04

Jen decided to take the day off. She wanted to buy a new outfit and make dinner for him. Normally I cooked because she liked to work out after work.

I offered to take off too and spend the day with her. She thought about it, and then shook her head no. "No, I don't think Scott would like that." To take the sting out of it, she added "Come home around 5, and you can help me pick out what to wear."

Of course this made me jealous, but all our talking helped me deal with it. I started thinking about her infatuation with him like a roller coast. It was dangerous and scary, but it'd eventually be over so enjoy the ride.

I found out later they talked at least a half dozen times during the day. More laughing and easy banter, a lot of excited talking about the upcoming evening, but also talking about their shared interests of music, travel, the outdoors, and theater. Scott liked to gamble so he taught Jen the rules of craps. Jen liked modern art so she talked to Scott about her favorite museums.

These were the discussions that got me most concerned. If it had been just sex that wouldn't have been so bad. But they were making a real connection, developing a real relationship. The potential for something deep was greater with Scott than Ricky, because Scott was smarter and more well rounded than Ricky, so Jen could really relate to him on an intellectual level.

When I got home at 5 I was surprised to already see Scott there. They were sitting on the sofa with his arm around her, and she leaned into him with the easy comfort of a girlfriend with her boyfriend. She got up and kissed me. "Hi baby."

I decided not to go into why he was there so early. We could talk about that later. I shook his hand. It was awkward, but what else could I do?

There were two pizza boxes on the table. That didn't surprise me, Jen hates to cook, so she'd ordered pizza. But the dinner menu was the last thing on my mind.

I'd expect her to be wearing a slinky dress or super short skirt. But instead she wore skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder top and high heels. Super sexy, but casual. He was dressed casual too (although he looked like he'd just stepped out of a GQ cover). I felt overdressed in my suit and was thinking about changing when Jen asked if she could talk to me. She guided me to the kitchen.

"Why's he here so early?" I asked.

"We were talking so much on the phone it was just easier for him to be here," she giggled. "I'll tell you more about it later. Don't worry, we haven't started without you."

"Okay," I said, not knowing how else to respond. "You look amazing by the way."

She smiled at me. "Thanks baby." Then she whispered. "Did you get condoms?"

My jaw dropped. Not really, but that's how I felt. "He didn't bring any?"

"I don't know, and I don't want to start and find out he doesn't have any." I remembered what happened in the Hamptons. She'd wanted to fuck him but he didn't have any condoms. She didn't want that disappointment tonight. "Can you go get some?"

"I guess so."

"Thanks!" she said appreciatively. "I promise we won't start without you."

I went to the drugstore down the street. We hadn't talked about birth control. Honestly this had been an emotional whirlwind and I hadn't thought about it. But this was a major big deal. We'd been thinking about starting a family, and decided to just let God decide. So Jen wasn't on the pill right now. And she grew up Catholic, so a morning after pill much less an abortion was out of the question. I didn't trust Scott to pull out. The asshole would probably get off making my girl pregnant, it would be the ultimate victory.

I got the largest condoms they had. I couldn't believe I was buying condoms for another man to fuck my wife.

I decided at that moment I was going to fuck Jen as much as possible from that moment on, to get her pregnant. That would surely end this thing with Scott, whatever the "thing" was. Once she had a baby to love and care for, surely her urges for other men would go away, right?

I'd convince her to quit her job and become a stay-at-home mom. I made more than enough, and I was in line for a lot of promotions. We'd talked about having a big family, 3 or 4 kids. I'd keep her barefoot and pregnant as long as possible.

We'd move out of the city, getting her away from all the male vultures who hit on her all the time. She'd still get hit on, but I liked my chances better with grocery clerks and other suburban husbands and dads who (like me) didn't look like GQ models.

There were still my demented cuckold fantasies to deal with. But I'd get counseling or something to control it. I swore to myself that Scott would be the last man (other than me) who would get a piece of my wife. He would be the last! We just needed to make it past Scott and this would be over.

When I got back Scott had his arms around Jen and they were making out. His hands were fondling her. Her hands were around his neck. She heard me and stopped. She pulled away from Scott and kissed me. "We were just kissing." She took the condoms from me. "Thanks."

She moved towards our bedroom, no doubt to put the condoms in the nightstand. She kissed Scott on the top of his head. "Back in a flash," she said to him. That kiss -- the one of affection -- hurt more than the making out I'd seen.

She came out with a plastic bag. "I got this from someone at work," she said grinning. It was weed. I wondered who she got it from. Probably Allie.

"I'm out of practice," she giggled to Scott handing him the bag. He expertly rolled some joints. He lit it and offered it to Jen's lips. "Here you go Jenny Sue," he said smiling. Her middle name was Susan. Jennifer Susan Andrews. She hated being called Jenny, but she smiled when he said it.

He held the joint to her lips. She took a long drag, inhaling the sweet smoke deep into her lungs. She rolled her head back as the warmth spread through. "That's really good," she gushed.

"You look sexy as hell with your lips on a cigarette," he admired.

"You think so huh?" she said smiling into his eyes.

He took a long drag. "Yeah, that's definitely good shit." He offered the joint to her lips again. "Ready for another hit?"

She was about to take it when she stopped and looked at me. "Um, Mike, so you want some?"

I really didn't. I don't like the idea of mind altering drugs, even something as harmless as pot. I guess sometimes I can get a holier than thou attitude about it. But I remembered what she'd said about the karaoke. "Definitely," I said.

She looked a little surprised, but pleased to. That made me feel good, I'd made the right call. I took the joint and did as they'd done, a long drag and inhaling into my lungs. I'd smoked weed before but I certainly wasn't an expert. I ended up with a major coughing fit. Scott laughed. Jen punched him but it was playful and she laughed a little too. Whatever.

We passed the joint around, and then another. We stopped at two, by then we were all buzzed. I felt really relaxed. Probably that's why Jen did it.

Scott pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her. She kissed back, and then they were major making out. Scott caressed behind her ear and down her neck as he kissed her, making her moan into his mouth. He'd already found her sensitive spots. He kissed down her neck and along her bare shoulders. He cupped and fondled her breasts through her top.

He broke away to pull off his shirt. I could tell Jen was really impressed with his chest and arms. As they kissed again she caressed him as he caressed her.

He cupped and pressed his hand against her mound and she moaned. She followed his lead by rubbing him through his pants. As if by mutual silent agreement, they stopped touching each other's intimate parts, not wanting to rush the pleasure. They tenderly kissed and whispered to each other. After a while Scott got up, and then he helped her to her feet. She still had all her clothes on, even her high heels. They embraced and kissed some more. He whispered something to her, and she whispered back. Then she nodded. They kissed again and he walked half way to our bedroom, and then stood there waiting for her.

Jen came to me. "Mike, can you give us a little time alone?" she asked. "Just because it's the first time."

What could I say? "Alright," I said. I added, "He has to use a condom"

"I'll remember," she promised. "I'll come and get you in a little bit."

She gave me a kiss on the lips, and then went back to Scott. He put his arm around her. She put her arm around him and they walked into our bedroom. As he closed the door, Scott gave me the smuggest look.

I stood motionless for a long time. My heart was broken and my cock rock hard. How was that combination even possible? I couldn't help myself. I moved close to the bedroom door. Apartment walls in New York City are thin.

I heard whispers and kissing. A lot of kissing. I heard moans. I distinctly heard Jen say "God you're so big." It came out like a groan. I think that's when he penetrated her for the first time.

Later I heard her say "you feel so good." She said that a lot to him. That's when he was fucking her. Jen squealed and grunted and moaned. He was fucking her really good. She never made sounds like that when I fucked her.

I heard when she came. She said "Oh god you're making me cum!" Her moans became urgent and helpless. I heard her gasp "Oh gaaaaaaaawd." A little later I heard her say "Oh my god you're freaking amazing!"

Then I heard more kissing and whispering. Then after a bit it started all over again. He made her cum again. And then again? No, that wasn't possible. She couldn't cum three times in so short of time. But maybe she did. Maybe it'd been so long since she'd got fucked really good he was able to make her cum three times.

Then I heard Scott cum. I think maybe they switched positions and Jen got on top. "That feels real good," he said. I knew what she was doing. She was squeezing her pussy as she moved up and down on his shaft. She did it with me and it never failed to make me cum.

His moans became more urgent and constant. I heard shuffling on the bed as he put her back into the missionary position so he could really fuck the shit out of her. His moans became raw and primal and I heard the bed slam against the wall over and over again.

"I'm fucking cumming!" he cried.

"Oh yeah cum in me baby cum inside me!" Jen urged him.

I heard a massive long primal moan from him, and then another, and another. He was cumming inside my wife. I prayed to god she'd made him wear a condom. I prayed to god the condom hadn't fallen off or broken.

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I looked down and saw I'd cum on my hand. I hadn't even realized it but I'd taken out my cock and masturbated as they fucked.

I cleaned myself and returned to the sofa, expecting Jen to come get me. I knew tonight wasn't over yet. They'd fuck again. But I wanted a few moments alone with her. I needed to hold her, I needed a little reassurance from her that it'd just been raw meaningless sex, that she still loved me, that she was still mine.

But she didn't come out of the bedroom. Not 5 minutes later, or 10, or 30 minutes. I silently walked back to the bedroom door. They were laughing and talking inside. I couldn't make out what they were saying, but I could tell it was excited animated talking. I got it. It was like after a big football game when you stood around with buddies and analyzed every play. They'd wanted each other for so long. And their sex had been so fucking good. They were talking about how fantastic the other had been, analyzing their sex. When you touched me there it felt so good. When you did that, god, no one's done that to me before. God when you did that I almost came right there. Oh my god I thought you'd split me wide open but then it felt so freaking good.

I went back to the sofa. I waited. Surely she'd come out to see how I was doing, right? They were in our bed. Pictures of us back in college, our wedding, our life together, they were all over our bedroom. There were tons of reminders of us in there, of me in there. She couldn't forget I was out here waiting, right? She'd come and see how I was doing.

But she didn't come out. Instead, I heard sounds of sex again. They were going at it again. Scott had Jenny Sue Andrews in his arms, and he wasn't letting her get away. I put my head in my hands and did my best to keep from crying.

Maybe I dozed, I don't know. Maybe I was in a numb stupor. At some point I felt Jen softly shake my shoulder. "Hey you," she softly said. She wore a tender smile and jostled my hair. "Are you okay?"

"No," I said truthfully. The clock said 1am. They'd been going at it for hours.

"We're almost done, okay?" she said rubbing my arm.

"Okay," I said dumbly. At that point what else could I say?

Her hair was tussled and her make up gone. She looked radiant. She wore a short slinky silk robe, the one I gave her last Valentine's day but she hardly ever wore because she liked to snuggle into her big fluffy cotton robe. Her nipples were hard and dented the silk material. Her pretty feet were bare.

She got two big glasses of water. Then she picked up the joints. "I'll be back soon, okay?" she said. "I left you one, in case you want it."

Then she left. I watched her walk back to the bedroom. As she approached Scott opened the door. He took the water and joints from her, put them someplace, and then pulled her to him. "I missed you," he said kissing her.

She closed the door. As it closed I heard her giggle, "I was only gone a minute."

I heard him give her a playful slap on the butt. "Okay lose the robe and put those high heels back on."

She laughed. "God you're so bad." Then the door closed.

Sounds of sex came from the room. I looked at the joint. What the hell. I smoked the entire thing and got high. It helped some as I listened to the bed shake and Jen's constant moans. I imagined their pillow talk.

"Put on the high heels," he'd say. Jen would smile at him and hold her long blonde hair up above her head, the nipples of her perky tits rock hard. She'd step into one high heel and then the other. She'd do a sweet pirouette on her tip toes. "You like?" she'd ask. He'd pull her to him and she'd giggle. Then he'd kiss and fondle her and she'd get her cum face. "I want you inside me," she'd say. He'd tease her by rubbing his big cock head between her pussy lips. "Who's pussy is this?" he'd ask. "Yours," she'd say.

I came, my head spinning from the pot and the sounds from the bedroom.

I must have passed out. When I woke it was passed 7am. All was quiet. I approached the bedroom. I didn't hear anything. I slowly opened the door. They were asleep, both of them nude. Scott was on his back. His arm was around her, and she was snuggled into him, her head in the crook of his arm. One of her legs was over his, her hand on his chest.

I sat back down on the sofa. On the shelf was a picture of us in Cabo. I was looking at the camera, and she was looking at me. We'd just gotten back together after Ricky, and had never been closer. We looked so together, so much in love.

Since then we'd become disconnected. We were out of sync. I didn't know why. I felt lost. I couldn't help it -- tears rolled down my cheeks.

A little later I heard stirring in the bedroom. Whispering and laughing. Then moans. They were fucking again.

Finally the bedroom door opened around 830. They'd fucked for over an hour.

It was Jen. She came over to me. She looked tired but beautiful as always. She was wearing the fluffy cotton robe this time.

She knew she'd fucked up. "I'm sorry baby," she said reaching for my hand. I pulled my hand away and didn't look at her.

She sat next to me, looking at me concerned. Scott called to her from the bedroom. "I'll be right back," she said. Right, I thought to myself.

"Come here babe," Scott said.

"You need to go Scott, Mike is really upset."

"Okay, but come on, one more time, I'll be quick."

"No Scott."

"Just give me a kiss then."

"Scott, please get dressed, you need to go."

As he got dressed, she came back and sat next to me. He came out of the bedroom and I sensed he was coming over to give her a kiss goodbye. She must have stopped him with her eyes. "Bye Scott, I'll see you Monday," she said.

"I had a great time," he said.

She smiled and nodded, but didn't say anything. A few seconds later the door opened and closed.

She sat next to me, looking at my face concerned. She tentatively leaned her head on my shoulder. When I didn't push her away, she put her arms around me. "I'm sorry," she said. "I let it get out of control."

"He must have really rocked your world to get you that way," I said.

She heard the bitterness and hurt in my voice. "It was more like it was pent up," she said carefully.

She kissed me. "Wait here," she said and she went into the bedroom. I heard her changing the sheets. "Come here Mike," she called to me. We lay down. I was on my back, and she was in my arm. How they'd been just a little earlier.

"Sometimes I think I'm a nympho or something," she said with a self-deprecating laugh. "I get into it and lose track of everything."

She knew the things that hurt me most. We'd been through this with Ricky after all. "I didn't mean to sleep with him," she said. "Too much pot I guess," she said with a cautious smile.

She looked into my eyes. "Will you say something?"

I hurt a lot. But I didn't want to show it. I probably already looked pathetic to her, I didn't want to lose more of her respect. "I'll be okay," I said.

She looked at me, doubt on her face. But she didn't press. She hugged me, and I put my arms around her.

We got in the shower together. We soaped each other. She winced when I soaped her pussy and clit. "It's kinda sore," she said. No doubt he'd fucked her raw. I soaped her more gently. "That feels good," she said.

She got on her knees. She took my cock in her mouth. She sucked me, and then she got up and we made out, the shower falling onto us like a waterfall. She turned around to face the wall and bent at the waist. She reached back and guided me into her pussy. She looked over her shoulder at me. "A little gentle okay?" she said and then we kissed as I gently moved in and out of her. I came inside her.

We went to our favorite neighborhood bistro for a lazy Saturday morning brunch. As always, we bought newspapers and read and talked. We'd gotten the early Sunday edition of the New York Times, and the Times Magazine published the winners of a poetry contest. Jen loved poetry. With her love of old bands, she thought Bruce Springsteen was the greatest poet who ever lived. She read the poems to me, and we laughed and talked.

There was a story about how Europeans were better travelers than Americans. "It's true," I said with a grin. "Americans are like superheroes in the US. But when we go overseas we lose our super powers. We can't charge our computers and our cell phones don't work. It's like Superman going back to Krypton." Jen kicked me under the table, but she laughed and had a delighted sparkle in her eye.

It was a good morning. It was like Scott had never happened. I began feeling better.

Later that night we were watching TV. She had her feet in my lap. I rubbed her feet. "That feels good," she said.

She had black tights on under her jeans. I loved feeling the material of her tights. I got hard and my erection pushed against her tights-covered foot.

She moved closer to me on the sofa and straddled my waist. She leaned down and kissed me. As we made out, I caressed her tight ass. She pulled away and looked into my eyes. I continued to fondle her ass. She sensed I wanted to play.

"He likes my ass too," she said.

"Scott does?"

"Yeah."

"He told you?"

"Yeah."

"Is that why you wore jeans last night?"

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"Yeah. I bought new ones that make my ass look good."

"You ass always looks good."

She smiled.

We made out again. My hands moved up the sides of her jeans onto her black tights above the waistband. She took off her top. She wore a cute cotton bra with lace edging and a bow connecting the cups together. The waistband of the tights was folded down so just an inch showed above her low rise jeans. She unfolded the tights so the stretchy black material covered her flat stomach to just above her belly button. She knows I love seeing that.

I ran my fingers over the tights covering her belly. "Take off your bra," I said. She reached back and undid the snap, and let the bra fall to the floor. I frowned seeing the bite marks he'd left on her breasts. She looked down and saw the bite marks.

"I thought you liked seeing that," she said, remembering our pillow talk the other night.

"No," I said. I was still too raw. The hurt was still a lot more than the excitement.

"Next time I won't let him do that," she said.

"There's going to be a next time?"

She paused, then hesitantly said, "I guess I'd like to see him again." When I didn't answer, she asked "Is that okay?"

"I'm not sure," I said.

"Okay," she said, and kissed me. We made out. She took off her jeans, leaving her in just the tights. They looked so good on her long shapely legs and flat belly. I took off my clothes. She pulled her tights halfway down her thighs. She hadn't worn panties (she often doesn't when she wears tights or pantyhose). She got on top of me, and guided me into her pussy. "I'm still kinda sore okay?" she said slowly moving up and down. Knowing she was sore, I gingerly moved up and down with her. Our love making got more urgent and I moved my hands between our bodies. I fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples. "Feels good," she whispered into my ear. We kissed and she hugged me as we made love. I came inside her.

After I came we held each other. "Did you cum?" I asked her.

"No, but it felt really good," she answering truthfully.

She pulled the tights back up and put on the shirt I'd been wearing. I put my boxers on. It was a quiet night. We picked a romantic comedy on Netflix and spooned on the sofa, watching it.

After the movie she got up. "Come on let's go to bed," she said taking my hand.

She took off my shirt. She brushed her hair in front of the mirror. She looked so sexy in just the tights. Her smooth skin naturally looked airbrushed perfect. When she wore tights or pantyhose, her perfect legs, ass and belly looked even more amazing.

She sat on the bed next to me. In addition to brushing her hair, she'd also put on lipstick. Naked from the waist up, with just black tights below, she looked achingly desirable. With her long manicured nails she lightly caressed my thigh just below my boxers. She looked at me but didn't say anything.

In the past whenever we played the game, I would always quiz her about what happened. It got me incredibly hot; it was a big part of what I got out of the game.

But I hadn't done that yet. She'd done her hair, put on lipstick and wore just tights, and now she was patiently waiting, giving me the opportunity to do what she knew really turned me on. Talk about last night.

I couldn't resist. "Last night was good?" I asked.

"Yeah," she said with a smile.

"Scott was good?"

Her smile got bigger. "Freaking amazing," she said.

But last night was still too raw for me. The hurt way overwhelmed the excitement. She saw it in my face. She took my hands and put them on her hips, on the tights. "Did I ever tell you the first time I wore these tights?" she asked.

"No," I said. She was obviously changing the subject away from Scott, and I was grateful for that.

"It's crazy."

"Okay."

"Remember before Thanksgiving I went shopping with Annie?"

I nodded. I sort of remembered. Annie was engaged to Matt. They were the couple going at it on the cot beside me at the Hamptons.

"We dropped the bags off at her apartment because we were meeting Allie for drinks. Matt was there."

"Okay," I prompted her.

"Annie went to change. Matt asked me if I wanted something to drink. He was drinking wine so I asked for one."

"Okay."

"He gave me the wine and sat down next to me. Then he put his hand on my knee. I had these tights on and he started caressing my leg. He said I had great legs. I told him to stop and pushed his hand away but he kept putting it back on me. Then he tried to kiss me."

"You're kidding?"

"No -- I think he was drunk."

"Annie was right there?"

"That's when it got crazy! I was pushing him off when Annie walked in from the bedroom. She got so mad at me, she was screaming."

I scoffed. "She should have kicked Matt."

"Well, hello! She stormed out and I ran after her apologizing, even though it wasn't my fault. She was still yelling at me when we got to the bar. She said I'd teased Matt and she was going to get me back by seducing you."

I gawked at her. "What did you say?"

"I told her if she did I'd scratch her eyes out." She smiled looking proud of herself.

I laughed. "What did Allie say?"

"She laughed. You know Allie."

"Why didn't you tell me this before?"

"Wait, I'm not done," she said.

"Okay."

"At their engagement party, Matt put this hand on my knee again. I took his hand and put it under my skirt so he could feel my stocking top. Then I pulled my skirt up so he could see my stocking tops too. You should've seen his face." She gave me an evil smile. "I told him to think of me when he fucked Annie that night." She saw the shocked look on my face. "I was just getting her back, she started it," she said innocently.

Then she narrowed her eyes and gave me an inquiring look. "So, has Annie tried to seduce you?"

I laughed. "No."

"That's good. I'd have had to scratch her eyes out, and do major damage to this." She squeezed my cock a little too hard.

"Hey, I can't help it if she hits on me."

"Poor you, life is so unfair," she said with a teasing smile. I laughed. But I knew she was half serious. She's an extremely jealous person and has a fiery temper.

Thinking of her story, I asked "What's it like to get hit on all the time?"

"This is gonna sound bad, but it's kinda a confidence boost," she said.

"I get that." I gave her a sly smile. "I've seen Matt checking you out. I'm not surprised he hit on you."

"Even with Annie there?" she laughed.

"Okay so he doesn't have the best timing," I said laughing too.

Jen had been caressing my penis this entire time, lightly running her fingertips over my crotch over my boxers. Now she reached in and pulled out my cock. "Do you like it when I tell you about guys hitting on me?" she asked wrapping her hand around my shaft. I was already half hard, and now I got completely hard.

"Yeah."

"Do you like it Matt hit on me?"

"He touched this knee?" I asked putting my hand on her right knee.

"Yes."

"He caressed you like this?" I asked running my fingertips over her tights-covered knee.

"Yeah."

"Maybe Annie was right, you did tease him."

"I probably did. I was wearing a really short skirt."

"You were?"

"Yeah. I was showing a lot of leg."

I was rock hard and my heart pounding. "When you put his hand under your skirt, did he touch skin?"

"You mean above my stocking?"

"Yeah."

She thought about it. "I don't think so. But I got wet."

"Really?"

"Yeah. You know teasing gets me hot."

"He would have fucked you that night," I said.

She moved her lips to my ear. "I know he would have," she whispered into my ear.

Then she got on her back and I moved on top of her. I dug a hole into the tights. She reached between us and guided my cock into her though the hole.

"You seduced him at their engagement party," I said moving inside her.

"I know."

"Do you know how incredibly hot that is?" I said.

"Like when Ricky fucked me on our wedding night?"

"Yeah," I moaned. Her story was so hot I was close to cumming already.

"In my wedding dress?"

"Yes!"

"Mike, after we got married you weren't first in my pussy, Ricky was."

"Ugh god!" I groaned and then I came inside her pussy.

Afterwards Jen giggled, and covered her face with her hands, embarrassed. "That was so wild, I can't believe we did that on our wedding night!"

"What about what we did on our honeymoon?" I said grinning.

"Oh my god just stop!" she cried still laughing, her face still blushing red at the memory.

Eventually she rolled to her side. I pulled the covers over us and spooned her. She left the tights on (she sometimes did that in the winter) and didn't put on a shirt (which was unusual). When I put my arm around her, she took my hand so I cupped her breast, and then she hugged my arm tight. It was an intimate touch, not a sexual one.

She fell asleep a little bit later. It'd been a really good day. As I was dozing off, I realized she'd made me forget all about Scott and the night before, and I was feeling a lot better.

The next morning (Sunday) I woke up with my cock in Jen's mouth. She was slowly blowing me. "Good morning baby," she said smiling with heavy lidded eyes, her long blonde hair tussled around her pretty face.

She moved to get on top of me but I didn't want it that way. I pushed her onto her back. She automatically opened her legs, inviting me into her. Sometime during the night she'd taken off the tights. She winced as I entered her, no doubt still sore. I started gentle but my thrusts got harder. She pushed back against me as she got into it. Soon we were both panting.

"I want you to cum," I said as I moved in and out of her.

"Okay," she said. "I'm not sure I will though."

"Will it help if you touched yourself?"

"Maybe," she said. She snaked her hand between our bodies and rubbed her clit.

"Tell me when you're cumming, I want us to cum together," I said.

"Okay." She looked into my face with her big blue eyes. "Tell me what I should think about," she said.

I hesitated only a moment. "Think about Scott fucking you," I told her.

She closed her eyes and I knew she was thinking about him. I was ready to cum, I was doing my best to hold off. "I'm cumming!" she gasped, her back arching. I rammed her harder, and then we both came at the same time, my cock shooting into her pussy.

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"That was really good!" she giggled a little later. Yeah, it was really good. I was feeling good.

We ate a light breakfast and then she said she was going to the gym. She's a workout freak and usually goes every day. I don't mind because it keeps her body really firm and tight. I had to do some work. We agreed to meet for lunch.

She put on a sports bra and leggings. I liked the idea she'd be full of my cum as she worked out. She packed an outfit to change into for lunch.

At noon I met her for lunch. It was an upbeat hole-in-the-wall cafe we often went to because we liked its retro vibe. Seeing her surprised me. Usually after working out she'd shower, put her hair up in a pony tail and wear jeans. But she had her hair down brushed to a luster, make up on, a dress with a high bodice and short skirt, nylons and high heels. "I feel under dressed," I said when I saw her.

"You look fine," she said with a laugh.

After lunch she said, "Hmmm ... you do look kinda grungy. Come on, I'll buy you something." She took my arm and we walked to some trendy stores.

Every guy we passed turned to look at Jen. That made me feel good. It's great to be married to such a pretty girl.

She picked out some things for me to try on. Well, a lot of things. Jen loves to shop. I tried them on and she rejected most of them. She's a clothes hound and likes things to look just right. She finally decided on a couple of pants and a few shirts. I left the store wearing all new clothes. "Much better," she announced smiling and looking me up and down.

I steered her to a boutique she likes. "I want to buy you a new dress," I told her.

"Twist my arm," she giggled. Like I said, she loves clothes. Only half seriously, I picked out a slinky black dress that had a scoop back and really short skirt. She indulged me by trying it on. It was classy -- it was Chanel after all -- but also borderline obscene. It was the kind of dress you'd see on a runway model at a fashion show but never in real life. A bra was not possible with the scoop back that went almost to her ass, and the material was so silky you could see the outline of her nipples if you really looked. The skirt was way above her knees. Luckily she was wearing pantyhose and not stockings or the stocking tops would show.

To my surprise she let me buy it for her. To my greater surprise she told the clerk she would wear the dress out.

As we walked, guys literally stopped in their tracks and stared at her. I saw a girl hit her boyfriend as he gawked at Jen. "I'm ready for a drink," Jen announced, and we decided to go to Yogi's, a sports bar we liked.

The bar was only a couple of blocks away. We passed a Victoria's Secrets and Jen steered me into it. "I need to replenish my stock," she said picking out packages of thigh high stockings, pantyhose and tights.

I showed her a black lacy garter belt. "How about this?" I asked jokingly. She owned only a couple of garter belts, and didn't need more since she rarely wore them. She preferred thigh high stockings that stayed up on their own.

She surprised me again by saying "I like it, it's really cute," and added it to her shopping basket. She smiled and batted her eyelashes at me at the counter, and I smiled and paid for everything with my credit card.

"Wait a sec," she said to me. She stepped into the changing room. She took my breath away when she came out. She'd taken off the nude pantyhose and was now wearing black stockings with a seam down the back. She'd also put on the garter belt, as the straps were outlined in the thin silky material of the dress (although you had to really look).

The bar was packed with guys and a few girls watching football. Every male eye turned and stared at Jen, and more than a few guys seemed to be salivating. We knew the bartender and he made some room for us at the bar.

The bartender asked, and Jen ordered a Cosmo. I thought that was kinda strong for a Sunday afternoon, but what the hell. I ordered a scotch.

We had another round and were both feeling it. More than a few guys hit on her. She flirted back but more to be friendly than anything else.

Jen was definitely tipsy when she said with a big drunken smile and slurred, "I want to do a vampire shot on you."

I smiled back. I ordered 2 vampire shots. The bartender served up the shots with a little bowl of sugar, winking at me. Jen poured some sugar on my neck, swallowed the shot and then sucked the sugar from my neck. People around us cheered.

Then I did a shot on Jen. I sprinkled sugar on her neck, swallowed the shot and sucked her neck. I sucked long and hard, and she laughed and playfully batted me with her arms. But she didn't really try to get away or stop me. She knew what I was doing. I was giving her a bigger hickey than Scott's to mark my territory.

There were cheers and clapping from the guys around us. One guy asked Jen if he could do a shot on her. She looked at me. I gave her a smiling leer and told him "Go ahead."

He put sugar on her and swallowed the shot, and then sucked her neck. He didn't suck long, but I noticed he had his hand on her bare back as he sucked. Jen laughed as he did it.

Another guy asked, and I told him to go ahead too. Jen gave me a crooked smile but didn't object. This guy moved up her neck as he sucked, and he caressed her bare back as he did. I saw Jen's nipples hardening. Her neck was a major erogenous zone.

A third guy did a shot without even asking. Like the guy before, he moved up Jen's neck, but then he put his mouth over hers and kissed her. They made out for like 30 seconds.

This was getting out of control. Guys were lining up to do vampire shots on Jen.

Jen was drunk and had her cum face on. "That's it guys, you've had your fun," I said pulling Jen away and heading towards the door. There were disappointed hoots and howls but I wasn't stopping. Too much longer and my pretty wife might get gangbanged.

I grabbed a taxi even though we lived just a few blocks away. Inside our apartment Jen said "I'm sorry I let him kiss me."

I threw her on the bed and pushed up her new dress. "I guess you're not mad," she drunkenly giggled, but then she grunted as I rammed my hard cock into her. "Yeah baby fuck me hard," she moaned throwing her arms around my neck.

Even though I'd cum a lot that weekend, I didn't last long. Especially not when she took my hands and put them over her garter straps.

After I came I rolled off and we lay on our sides looking at each other. "You're not upset?" she asked me. We were both a lot more sober by that point.

I shook my head and grinned. "That was incredibly hot," I said. I moved my hand to her pussy. "I want to make you cum," I said, knowing she hadn't cum during our intercourse.

I rubbed her but she stopped me, grabbing my hand. "You don't have to do that."

"I want to."

She let my hand go and parted her legs, and I started rubbing her again. "It might take me a while," she said almost apologetically.

"That's okay," I said. "Close your eyes and think about fucking Scott."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I want you to."

She closed her eyes. As I rubbed her I watched her pretty face. It was so hot watching her sweet pretty face as her passion and excitement grew and she got closer and closer to cumming. I rubbed faster and harder as she got close. Finally she moaned and her back arched, and her body shuddered with orgasm.

"That was really good," she said to me. She saw I was hard again. It surprised her and me too. I'd cum just minutes ago and usually I don't recover that fast.

She pulled off the dress and got on top of me. She guided me into her. She moved up and down really slow. The soft patent leather of her high heels rubbed against my calves as she moved on me. She looked so hot with her perky tits, flat stomach, garter belt and stockinged covered legs.

"You're incredible, you know?" I said as I fondled her breasts.

She smiled through sultry heavy lidded eyes. "Feels good," she said.

It took a long time for me to cum but we took our time. We kissed and hugged. When my orgasm hit I moaned into her mouth and came inside her.

The next day I was really busy at work but whenever I had a moment I thought about Jen and the weekend. It had started really bad but got better and better. Overall it'd been the best weekend in a long time.

We'd spent quality time together, a lot of laughing, talking and hand holding, and we'd made love constantly. I knew she wanted to see Scott again. A skeptic would say she did all of that so I'd agree to let her see him again. But I didn't think that was it. We'd learned a lot from the Ricky experience. I think we both learned we needed to work on our relationship, even as she was having a relationship with another man (in this case Scott). That's what we'd done this weekend, worked on our relationship.

I decided to talk to Jen that evening about Scott, talk about where we'd go from here.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

All In My Head Ch. 05


But we didn't get to talk that night. Jen had to work late on Kelloggs. She was still putting that campaign together. I knew she'd be with Scott, but he was just one person on her team, so I felt okay, especially with how great the weekend had went.

She kissed me when she got home but she was beat. We immediately went to bed.

Then it was my turn to get busy at work. I'd been working on a new financial investment vehicle. My team called my idea Sapphire, because if it worked it would make a lot of sparkling green money.

The simulations on Sapphire looked really promising, and my bosses were really interested in it, even the managing partner old man Jacob. Just after lunch Jacob himself stepped into my office. He told me he wanted me to put together a presentation on Sapphire for all the partners. This was a really big deal. I'd probably advanced faster than most, but no one at my level got to make presentations like this at partner meetings.

I organized my team and we hunkered down to polish Sapphire and work on the presentation. We worked round the clock, and I hardly saw Jen other than a kiss hello at night and a kiss goodbye in the morning. I didn't even get a chance to tell her about Sapphire and how big this was, because she was busy too.

By late Friday afternoon the presentation was about done. I'd have to tweak it over the weekend but I felt ready for the partner meeting.

About that time Jen called. "Hey baby, are you up for happy hour?"

I didn't want to. I'd barely seen her all week and wanted to spend an evening alone with her. But I still remembered karaoke night. I wanted to be more fun-loving and less stick-in-the-mud. I told her I had to clear some things up (I'd ignored all my other projects getting ready for the partner meeting), but I'd be there by 7.

I got to the bar a little after 7. Of course, everyone was rowdy by then, on their 2nd or 3rd drink. "Hey bubble boy," Allie said to me. She was clearly buzzed.

"Where's Jen?" I asked.

"Over there with Scott, where else?" she said, a big grin and delighted sparkle in her eye. Yeah Jen, Allie really likes me I thought to myself.

Jen was with a group of people. Scott was there and he was the center of attention. I had to admit he was charismatic and charming, and he knew how to tell good stories.

He told a story and everyone laughed. Jen laughed and hit him playfully on the arm. She smiled beaming at him. Yes, they were in a group of people, but you'd have to be blind to not pick up there was something going on between them. My mood clouded.

"Hey baby," Jen said to me when I joined their group, and we kissed briefly. She was tipsy but not drunk like many of her co-workers (like Allie). The server came around and I ordered a scotch.

"How's your project going?" Jen asked. She turned to everyone and said "Mike's got an idea for a new way for investing in stocks." She squeezed my hand and added "He's so smart."

Everyone looked at me and for a moment I had everyone's attention. Unlike Scott, I don't like attention, I guess I'm reserved (others might say shy). I explained how my idea was a new way of looking at historical numbers and other information to predict future performance, and how it was possible to use that information to invest with a lot more accuracy in a lot of things like stocks and exchange traded funds (ETFs).

I kept it short because it's really technical and I saw their eyes glazing over (I couldn't blame them, only geeks like me find this stuff interesting). When I finished Scott said, "So it's like ETFs on steroids."

"Well -- that's not really right ..." I said.

"Bro, you need a snappy message that pops!" he insisted. Others were nodding their heads.

Jen was nodding too. "Maybe you should use Scott's tag line in your presentation honey," she said. "Scott you wouldn't mind, right?"

"No problem," Scott said. "Hey bro, we can talk and I'll give you more ideas."

A little later Jen pulled me aside. "See Scott's really nice."

"Sure," I said keeping my face and voice neutral.

She read through me. "I know you hate when I say that. He's really brilliant though. He might be able to help you."

"Okay. I'll think about it," I said. But I was thinking "over my dead body." It wasn't just because I couldn't stand Scott. Snappy lines like "ETF on steroids" might work in a 5 second TV commercial, but at the partner meeting it would make me look like an unprepared idiot.

"Maybe if you talked you might even become friends," she added.

"Yeah," I said. "You never know."

She tentatively smiled at me. "Have you thought about what we talked about the other night?" she asked.

"Yeah, a lot," I said. "I mean, which part?"

"You know," she said. "About me seeing Scott again."

I thought about how great our weekend had been, and how I was more open to her seeing him again. I'd wanted to talk to her about it but we hadn't had a chance. I wished we were at home talking about it instead of this crowded bar.

"I guess I'm okay with it," I said.

"Really?" she said clearly pleased. "Would it be okay if I went with him tonight?"

I felt like I'd been hit with a bag of bricks. "I guess I was thinking we'd spend tonight together," I said. "It's been a busy week ..."

"Yeah ..." she said. "But if I went with him tonight we'd still have the whole weekend, like last week."

That was true. Maybe it was better to just get it over with, like eating your vegetables first. "I guess that makes sense," I said although I felt crest fallen and disappointed.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yeah," I said. "Do you want to leave now? He can meet us at home." I wanted to take separate cabs. That way I could at least have a few minutes of alone time with her.

"Um well ... we were thinking about his place tonight," she said.

Her words "we were thinking" ran through my head. So they'd been talking about this. And now they were "we."

She squeezed my hand. "I thought it might be easier for you if it wasn't at our place."

"Yeah," I said dumbly, feeling the numbness grow inside me. I remembered how it'd gone with Ricky. An evening with him had stretched into all night and sometimes the next day too.

She read my thoughts. "I'll be home before morning," she promised.

"Okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said. Then my drink arrived. "Do you want to leave now?"

"There's no rush," she said taking my arm. "Tell me about your new project."

We talked but my heart wasn't into it. Jen and I took a cab to his place. I obviously wanted to know where he lived, since she was going to be there. We held hands in the cab, and that felt good.

"Did you guys plan this hookup all week?" I asked. I laughed to make it sound like a joke.

"No baby we just talked about it in the bar tonight," she said.

"Okay, no biggie," I said.

The taxi arrived at his building. Scott was already there waiting by the door to the lobby.

"Are you sure this is alright?" she asked me.

"Yeah."

She kissed me. "I'll be home in a few hours okay?" Then she opened the door and was gone.

At home I tried to do some work, but I couldn't concentrate. I opened the picture of them at the wedding. I thought about what they were doing at that very moment. Despite my angst, I was hard. I took out my cock and masturbated while looking at the picture, imagining Scott's cock in Jen's mouth. I came thinking of Scott riding Jen bareback and shooting his seed into her unprotected pussy. After I came I told myself that Jen wouldn't do that, she was making him use a condom.

The phone woke me up. It was 2am and I thought it must be Jen. But it was Eric, my boss.

"Mike, sorry to call but this is good news," Eric said. "I showed old man Jacob your presentation and he likes it even more now than before. You know how you told me Sapphire can work all over the world? Jacob wants you to work that angle with the number crunchers in Cali. He wants you there tomorrow so you can work the international angle into your presentation."

After hanging up the phone it took me a moment to process all this. Sapphire was getting really big. The "number crunchers" were brainiacs who did a lot of the really high level forward thinking for the firm. They were all senior partners and included a few Nobel laureates. Most people my level had never even met any of them. Now not only was I going to meet them, I'd be working with them. It was an amazing opportunity.

I called my team to tell them the news. We agreed to meet at the airport for the 7am flight.

Then I called Jen. When she answered the phone she was out of breath. I guessed they'd been in the middle of fucking.

I gave her a quick run-down and told her I had to leave soon for the airport. I was afraid she'd ask if she could stay over with him. But instead she said, "Okay, we're almost done, I'll be home right after okay?"

Her words "we're almost done" rang through my head. I'd interrupted their fucking, and before she could come home she needed to finish him, make him cum. But the thought got me hot instead of upset. Somehow the success of Sapphire was helping me deal with the angst and jealousy. Those feelings were still there, but in the background now, overwhelmed by my excitement.

Jen got home about an hour later. She looked freshly fucked. She giggled when I literally dragged her to our bedroom.

"Someone's horny" she giggled feeling my erection. I had on only my shorts.

She smiled expectantly. I studied her. Her blonde hair was tussled sexily around her pretty face. Her dress was wrinkled and not on quite right -- she must have rushed to get dressed.