All In My Head Ch. 05

"Why? If it bothers you so much?"

"Because you have a thing for him," I explained. "And it has to run its course, or you'll always be thinking what if."

"I would never think that Mike," she assured me.

"I'm not willing to take that chance," I said.

We were both silent, like at an impasse. After a few minutes Jen said, "Wanna play hooky today? They owe you a day off, and I can take a mental health day."

Why not? I thought to myself. My presentation was done. Sure there was some tweaking, but I had until Thursday to do that. "That's a great idea," I said. Just as I did, my cell rang.

"Mike, where the hell are you?" my boss Eric practically shouted into my ear.

"Home boss," I said. "The meetings went great this weekend. Catching up with Jen."

"They didn't go great," Eric said. "They went FUCKING great! I need your ass in London, they want you to brief them before the partner meeting."

Jen got off me and I sat up. Despite my interest in what Eric was saying, I ached when Jen pulled off my cock, as I hadn't cum yet.

"Eric, what's with all the pre-meeting meetings?" I asked not understanding what was going on. Jen leaned in so she could listen.

"Mike, your Sapphire baby is big," Eric said. "Really big. The partners are thinking about scrapping everything and going all in with Sapphire, changing our short and long terms plans around it."

"Fuck," I said under my breath.

"You got that right kid," Eric said. "You know how it is now right? All the big investment firms got spanked with the housing crisis and stupid shit like derivatives. Made us look like selfish money hungry bastards. Since then we've been playing catch up. But Sapphire will change all that. It's based on sound fundamentals. We can make a lot of money for our clients, and do it the right way. Mike, we can restore the public's faith in Wall Street. And by the way make the partners a fortune."

"So tell Jen I'm sorry, and then get your ass to the airport," Eric continued. "The plane is waiting for you. And Mike?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't fuck up." Then Eric hung up.

"Shit," I said under my breath.

"Mike this is really something," Jen said awestruck. "You're doing something amazing, world changing even."

"Well you know," I said shrugging. "It's just math. A to B, B to C ..."

"You're so modest, it's so freaking cute!" she giggled. But then her laughing cut off as we remembered how she'd (and Elaine) had said the same thing. I dreaded her going ballistic on me again. She got off the bed and went into her closet. I braced myself for the worst.

She came out. She looked stunning! She'd brushed her hair and put on black eyeliner, making her blue eyes really pop. She'd also put on pink lip gloss making her sexy lips look wet. She wore black thigh high stockings and high heels.

She'd put on black high heels, and carried something pink in her hands. It was Scott's bustier.

She brushed the bustier against my chest, and my heart raced feeling the soft velvet and hard ribbing. "You know this is Scott's right? I'll wear it for you right now. Would you like that?"

"Yeah."

"Are you sure?" she whispered breaking out of the game. "You like this? I'm not upsetting you?"

"No. I mean yeah, I really like it."

"Okay," she said with a smile. She turned her back to me and held her long blonde hair up. "Tie it for me?"

I tied the laces, and then she stood up and let her hair drop. She attached the straps to the thigh highs. No words could describe how achingly stunning she looked, the bustier pushing up her tits and stopping just below her belly button, her tight ass and long shaping legs below.

"You like?" she asked getting on the bed and straddling my crotch.

"Yes!" I said running my hands over the bustier.

She caught hold of my hands. "You understand this belongs to Scott right? This is the last time you'll ever see me in it."

"God yes, I understand!"

She let go my hands and I caressed her again. Reaching down she took hold of my cock and guide me into her. "God you feel so amazing!" I gushed. Then I excitedly asked, "Have you worn this for him?"

She smiled teasingly. She leaned over and whispered into my ear, "Mike, I wore this for him on Saturday."

"Oh god!" I moaned.

She moved my hands to her feet. "These heels too."

"God Jen!"

"You know what else?" she hissed into my ear. "You know I told you I gave him a blow job? I swallowed most of it. But some of it got on the bustier."

"Ugh god!" I cried. I came shooting my cum into her.

Afterwards we kissed and held each other. "Did you like that?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was amazing," I gushed. "You really know how to push my buttons."

She giggled. "I thought you might like to play the game a little."

"You're incredible!" I gushed. I was probably babbling but I couldn't help it, she completely rocked my world!

"You're incredible too Mike," she said kissing me.

I obviously felt great on the flight to London. Flying in the private jet certainly didn't hurt. I felt everything was perfect. I had a young pretty wife, she loved me, we had a great adventurous sex life, my job was great, everything was moving up.

The only damper was Scott. She'd offered to end it with him, but made it my decision. It had to be her decision. If I forced her to end it, she'd eventually resent me for it. It could drive a wedge between us. Then he'd look like the good guy and me the bad, and that might drive her into his arms. Despite all the pain, it had to be her decision.

I didn't trust him. He didn't want just Jen's body, he wanted HER. Just like Ricky.

I wished we could have played the game with just nameless, one-night-stand fucks. But that hadn't been good for her. It wasn't just sex for her, she needed the romance. If I was honest with myself, that's what I really wanted from the game too. It just hurt a lot.

I called Jen from the plane. "Hey baby," I said catching her at work. "Can you talk?"

"Yep, anything for my jet setter hubby," she said.

Even though I was the only one in the cabin, I lowered my voice. "Baby, I think you should go back on the pill," I said.

"Yeah, I was thinking that too," she said. "I'll go to the drugstore today."

"But it's not effective for a while," I quickly cautioned.

"I know baby," she said soothingly. "For the next month I'll keep using condoms with him."

"Okay," I said relieved we were in sync. Now came the awkward part, but I'd been thinking about it and wanted to tell her. "Even after the month, I might want him to keep using condoms," I said.

"Oh ... okay," she said.

"We can talk about it though, okay?" I quickly added, not wanting her to think I was trying to dictate things to her. "I know it'd feel better for both of you without condoms. I'm just not sure I want him bare inside you ... or cum inside you." When she didn't answer immediately, I added "Sorry for being a control freak."

"It's okay baby, if that's what you want then that's what I'll do," Jen said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," she said. I tried to detect impatience or annoyance in her voice, but I didn't hear any.

"We don't have to decide now," I added. "Let's talk about it when I get home."

"Okay."

I felt like an ass, like I was saying I didn't trust her. Trying to make it up to her I said, "I'd be okay with it if you want to see him while I'm away."

"Okay," she said. I think she sounded a little surprised. "We'll see. I'm not feeling it right now, but thanks for offering."

The meetings in London were tough. The London partners were old school, pessimistic, half-empty kind of people, but by the end they were on-board and as enthusiastic about Sapphire as everyone else. The meetings though went non-stop until late Wednesday night. Me and all the London partners boarded the firm's private jet for New York Thursday morning. We'd make it just in time for the full partner meeting that evening.

I barely had time to call Jen before take-off (I obviously couldn't call her during the flight with all the partners there). "The meeting will probably go until about 10," I told her.

"Got it," she said. "I'm so proud of you baby. I'll make a late dinner, your favorite."

"That sounds great!" I said.

We landed at 3pm and the partner meeting was scheduled for 7. More than enough time.

I gave Jen a quick call. "I'm so proud of you baby," she said. "I know you'll be awesome tonight."

"Thanks!" I said.

"Um ... can I ask you something?" she said tentatively.

"Sure."

"Scott just called and asked if I wanted to get together with him," she said.

"Right now?"

"Yeah," she said. "He asked yesterday and the day before, but I wasn't up for it. I'm only asking now because he's going to Vegas tomorrow for the weekend."

"Oh," I said. I felt deflated, after all this was my big day. But then, I'd told her it'd be okay with me if they hooked up. "I guess so," I said.

"Really? Are you sure?"

"Yeah," I said. "He'll be gone before I get home, right?"

"Way before then," she promised.

The London partners took limos to the office. They'd gotten me my own limo, and we made our way into the city. I should have been thinking about my presentation but I couldn't get my mind off Jen and what she was doing with Scott. I was rock hard. It was only 315, I had a lot of time. Making a decision, I told the driver to instead go to my apartment.

"Wait here," I told the driver.

I quietly opened our apartment door. They hadn't wasted any time. Jen's dress was on the floor. His shirt and pants were on the sofa. Her bra and panties were next to her dress. There were sounds of sex coming from our bedroom.

I quietly walked to the bedroom. The door was wide open. Jen was on her back. Scott was on top of her. His cock was inside her. He was fucking her.

I watched them. They were too much into each other to notice me.

Scott was banging her hard, long and fast thrusts of his big cock into her pussy, so hard the bed was hitting the wall. "Oh god oh god oh god," Jen moaned, her long legs on his shoulders. She was naked except for thigh highs and high heels. "Fuck me, fuck me, don't stop, fuck me!" she cried.

I watched her cum on his cock, her back arched, her high heels pointed as her toes curled inside, her long soulful moan. He supported himself on his muscular arms as she recovered. He tenderly kissed her cheeks and lips. "That was freaking amazing," she gushed beaming into his eyes. "You have no idea how much I needed that!" she giggled.

"We should have fucked the other day," he said smiling.

"You were an ass!" she said, but she laughed and gave him a playful hit on the chest. "But you know what?" she said with a sly grin. "I'm on the pill again."

"Oh yeah?" he said grinning back. "So I can ditch the condoms?"

"We'll see," she said and then she enticingly ran her stockinged leg over his calf. "Come on we have to finish."

"You said he wasn't getting home until late."

"Yeah but I have things to do," she said. She gave him a seductive smile. "You think you can make me cum again?"

"I like a challenge," he said with a grin, moving inside her again.

"God I could get SO addicted to your cock," she gushed. She ran her hands over his muscular chest and six pack. "And your body."

"You like my body?"

"You know I do," she said smiling into his eyes.

"Better than your husband's?"

"I like Mike's body just fine," she said with a laugh. But as Scott moved inside her she cooed, "But I DO like your body, alot."

Their fucking picked up. Scott put Jen's legs over his shoulders again. He leaned down, squishing her tits against her thighs, and they kissed and tongued each other.

My eyes focused on her foot. So slim and pretty, and even sexier in nylon. Scott was pounding her so hard her high heel -- the one in my avatar -- was coming off. With each powerful pounding thrust her high heel came off her foot a little more. Soon it dangled from her toes. God it looked so hot!

"I'm cumming!" Scott cried.

"Cum in me!" Jen told him. "Cum in me baby!"

Scott's orgasm hit and he cried "I love fucking you Jen, I love you!"

Jen came again, her orgasm hitting at the same time and she cried back, "Oh god! I love fucking you too baby! I love you!"

They held each other, panting into the other's face. "That was fucking incredible, you're a great fuck," Scott gushed.

"You're not too bad yourself mister," Jen replied, beaming at him with a big smile.

Then she turned my way and saw me and her smile disappeared. "Mike!" she gasped seeing me.

She saw the hurt on my face. There's no way a husband -- even a cuck like me -- can watch his wife respond to another man like that, say the things she said, and not be hurt. But she also saw the excitement, both in my eyes and my crotch.

"Um, Scott ..." she said to Scott, pushing against his chest. He got the message and pulled out.

"Careful, the condom," she cautioned him, and she reached down and held the condom on his shaft while he pulled out. The end of the sack held so much sperm it sagged under the weight.

She modestly closed her legs. "Come here baby," she said reaching for me.

I felt uncomfortable with Scott there seeing his ripped body and big cock (even soft he was noticeably longer and thicker than me hard). Jen sensed this and said to him, "Scott honey can you wait outside a minute?"

Scott did a "whatever" shrug and left our bedroom. I closed the door.

I sat on the edge of the bed. "Hi," I said looking into her eyes.

"Hi," she said back looking into my eyes. We kissed.

I stroked her stockinged thigh. "You look incredible," I gushed.

"The freshly fucked look, it's the new fashion trend," she joked. We laughed.

I caressed her inner thigh, and then pulled a little. She parted her legs for me. I looked at her pussy. She was really wet and her pussy lips gaped apart some, but there were no signs of his sperm.

"Thanks for making him wear a condom," I said.

"Don't thank me baby," she said. "That's just the way it is." She stroked my arm. "Don't you have to get to work?"

"Yeah," I said caressing her small breasts and tracing circles around her hard nipples. "I couldn't resist ..." I felt a little embarrassed.

"That's okay honey," she said reassuringly.

"I don't have much time," I said.

"Come here," she said pulling me to her.

Our love making was slow and tender, nothing like what I'd seen just moments ago. She felt loose but still incredible. I came after a few minutes, coming into her. We spent a few more minutes kissing and holding each other.

I took a shower and dressed. I sat back on the edge of the bed and caressed her stockinged leg again. "I better go," I said.

"Good luck I know you'll do great," she said. Then she asked a little hesitantly, "Would it be okay if Scott stays a little longer?"

"Sure," I said, not really wanting him to. But I guess she wasn't completely satisfied yet, or she felt she still needed to take care of him.

I needed to go, but I didn't get up. Instead I kept stroking her leg. Finally I said "I wish I could make you respond to me the way you do for him."

"Baby ..." she soothed rubbing my arm.

"He makes you cum so much," I said feeling inadequate.

"You make me cum more," she said.

"Only because we do it more," I said.

She rubbed my arm. "Baby, that counts," she said reassuringly. After a moment she smiled, as if thinking of something that would make me feel better. "I won't clean up until after he leaves."

I didn't understand what she was saying at first, but then I did. "Okay," I said with a smile. That did make me feel better.

In the taxi on the way to the office, I couldn't help grinning. He might fuck her better than me, but his sperm was in a condom in the trash, while mine was in her pussy. I hoped he enjoyed my cream pie.

"How do you feel?" Eric said when I arrived at the office. Brian, Steve and Elaine were there, looking nervous and excited.

"Good," I said. I worked with my team a little to sync up, and then I spent some time alone in my office to psych myself up. This was the biggest presentation of my life. I felt confident though.

I tried not to think about what Jen and Scott were doing at that moment. I guess a part of me wished she hadn't hooked up with him today, since this was my day. But he was going to Vegas so I'd have her all to myself the entire weekend, so that made up for it.

It was almost 7. The entire partnership was waiting for me. Eric appeared at my door and we walked to the big auditorium. As I walked in all the partners stopped talking and looked at me, all 200 of them. I was on the stage by myself. I forced a confident smile. It was just math, I told myself. A to B, B to C. I started my presentation.

At 1030 I got home. Jen gave me a hug and kiss. She looked stunning. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She wore a slinky black dress. Was it new? It was as short as the Chanel dress, but instead of the daring back this one had a swooping front that showed off the soft swell of her cleavage. She also wore black stockings and black stiletto heels.

"You look incredible," I gushed at her. She smiled.

I saw the food on the table, the wine, the lit candles. "I made your favorite, rack of lamb." She'd really made an effort to make this a special evening for me (especially since she hated to cook).

"It smells really good," I said. We sat down and ate. I couldn't take my eyes off her.

"The partners approved Sapphire," I told her with a big smile.

"That's wonderful Mike I'm so proud of you!" she said with a big smile beaming at me. Her words made me feel so great.

We talked more. I told her I was going to be really busy the next month or two as we got SEC approval for Sapphire. She told me Kelloggs was up and running and everyone was happy, and her boss Johnny had mentioned she might be assigned to a new big project. She was excited but didn't know the details yet.

"How long did Scott stay?" I asked her.

She moved over to me and sat on my lap. She put her arms around my neck. "Just a little longer."

I traced my fingertip along the swell of her bosom. "Did you fuck again?" I asked.

"Yeah, a quickie," she said and then kissed the top of my head. "I feel bad I hooked up with him today. This was your big day. I only did it because he'll be gone all weekend."

"That's okay," I said.

She kissed me again. "I can tell you're upset."

I didn't say anything for a while. I didn't want her to think I was a complete insecure and pathetic loser. But I couldn't help myself, it was nagging at me. Finally I said, "I guess sometimes I wonder who's more important to you."

"You are Mike," she said reassuringly, and kissed me. "It's not even close."

Another pause, and then I said "You said you loved him."

I was about to say more but she put her finger over my lips. "Don't do that to yourself baby," she said soothingly. "I've told you -- when I cum it feels like love. It doesn't matter who I'm with. But that doesn't mean I'm in love."

"You're just so in to him, I can tell," I said.

"He's just new, that's all," she said soothingly, kissing me. "You know I like that. The romance and excitement of a new relationship. It'll go away, just like it did with Ricky."

"What if it doesn't?"

She put her finger over my lips again. "Don't think that Mike," she said soothingly. She put her hands on my head. "So much goes on inside your head. I like Scott, we're buds. And right now he's more than a friend to me. But eventually we'll be just friends again." She looked into my eyes. "Okay?"

"Yeah."

She smiled. She reached down and cupped my crotch. "I think this needs taking care of," she said with a cute giggle.

I traced her breast again. "I like this dress," I said.

"I bought it new for you," she said.

"You'll only wear it for me?" I teased her.