All In My Head Ch. 02

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.

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.