Cheating and Rivals Pt. 13

Mike saw Jen's nipples harden and dent the thin cotton fabric of the nightie. He warmed more lotion in his hands, then worked under the nightie, rubbing her flat tummy and small breasts.

"Tell me about Frank," he said, tracing circles around her nipples with his fingertips.

"Mike I can't concentrate if you do that," she said with a laugh.

Mike grinned. "Tell me," he said thumbing her nipples.

Jen arched her back at his touch. "Jerk," she said with a gasp. "It wasn't much. I was a senior. A party at his house. He was drunk. He gave me champagne. He kind of hit on me."

"Kind of?" Mike prompted.

"He was drunk," Jen said. "I was flirting with him."

"That's all?" Mike asked disappointed.

"Sorry baby," Jen said with a laugh, hearing his disappointment. "I was going with Colin then."

"Is he handsome?" Mike asked.

"Colin?"

"Frank," Mike said with a grin.

"Yeah he is," Jen said. Wanting to give her husband an image, she said "Distinguished handsome. Like Clint. Instead of handsome handsome. Like Scott." Mike didn't like it when she mentioned Clint. But Jen knew it was okay since they were playing the game.

"Okay," Mike said, his heart pounding and finding it hard to breathe.

"You like that baby?" she teased with a smile. When playing the game, she knew it turned him on when she talked about her old lovers.

"Yeah," Mike said this throat hoarse from excitement. "Did you flirt with Frank today?"

Mike was still working her nipples. Also, he'd begun rubbing her clit with his other hand. "Are you close to cumming?" she asked him. "If I get on top, can you hold off?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said honestly. "I'll try."

Jen pushed Mike onto his back. She pulled off his boxes. Whipping off the white nightie, she straddled his legs. Taking his cock into her hand she guided him into her. "Yeah, I flirted with Frank today," she said as she slowly rocked on her husband's cock.

"What'd you do?"

"I showed him my legs," she said with a sly smile. "And let him hug me."

"He hugged you?"

"When we said bye."

Mike nodded, imagining his wife letting the older man press his body against hers. "Do you want to fuck him?"

"He's my friend's dad," Jen pointed out, still moving up and down on his shaft.

"That's hot," Mike said.

"Mike you're so bad," Jen said with a laugh.

"You don't talk to Sophie anymore," Mike pointed out.

"Still," Jen said. "Anyway, this is a new business for me. I don't want to mess it up by sleeping around."

"Frank won't say anything," Mike pointed out.

Jen thought about it. Mike was probably right, Frank would have as much to lose as her, probably more. The possibility of fucking Frank Tower sent a chill through her. The fact Frank was Sophie's father made the prospect even naughtier. "I'm hot all the time Mike," she said, grinding on his cock, wanting to cum. "I feel like I'm a nympho again."

"I like you that way," Mike said encouragingly. "I like when you're so sensual."

Jen laughed. Mike said "sensual," anyone else would say "slutty." Then her face turned serious. She felt herself getting close to the edge. She usually didn't cum this fast with Mike, she normally had to work harder. Flirting with Mr. Tower must've gotten her hotter than she realized. "Oh god, baby," Jen moaned, rolling her head back as her orgasm washed over her.

It was an okay orgasm. Not spectacular, but okay. Jen realized Mike was looking at her. He'd seen her cum with other men. He'd seen her have mind-blowing orgasms, he'd seen her scream and thrash around. He knew the difference between the orgasms he gave her and the ones she got from other men.

Jen didn't try to lie to him. Rather, she leaned over, wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "I love you baby," she told him.

"Are you still horny?" he asked.

"I'm fine," Jen said.

"But you are," Mike pressed.

"You know me," Jen said with a shrug. "I'm a nympho."

"Tell me about Frank," he said.

"I guess I had a crush on him in high school," Jen said. "All the girls did. They had the biggest house, the nicest cars. I spent a week at their house at the Shore once, it was freaking amazing. Frank's handsome, he was always nice to me. So yeah, I guess I had a crush on him."

"Would you have fucked him?" Mike asked.

Jen continued to slowly rock on her husband's cock. She realized he HAD lasted until after she came. He was better at that now since they got back together, lasting longer, holding off until she came. He was so sweet. Feeling so much affection for him, she leaned over and kissed him again.

"What was that for?" Mike asked.

"Because I love you," Jen said smiling into his eyes.

"Would you have fucked Frank? Mike asked again.

Jen smiled. It was funny how Mike's desire to see her fuck other men interrupted even their most intimate moments as a married couple. Or maybe that's what he wanted? When she was feeling the most affection for him, he still wanted her thinking about letting other men have her.

She thought about Mike's question. She'd fucked Mr. Hayden, so she certainly wasn't an angel. "If I wasn't so obsessed with Colin? If I thought Sophie and her mother wouldn't find out? Yeah, probably. If he wanted me."

"He wants you," Mike said. "You could seduce him if you wanted."

"Yeah, I could," Jen agreed. She wasn't being boastful. But she knew the effect she had on men.

"You can fuck Frank if you want," Mike said, giving her permission. "You have a free pass, you fuck anyone you want. Just tell me about it."

Jen looked into her husband's eyes. "I'll never keep anything from you again," she promised. She kissed him. Then she giggled, remembering their recent cheating games. "Unless you want me to."

Mike grinned. But his smile was contorted because he was close to cumming. "Do you need more honey?" he asked as his orgasm approached. "Do you want to call a guy to come over?"

"Not tonight honey I've got to work early tomorrow," she said.

"But you need more right?" he pressed.

Jen knew Mike wanted the truth, he didn't want her to sugar coat it. She hugged him and kissed his lips, then kissed down his cheek to his ear. "Yeah, I'd love a big cock right now," she whispered into his ear. "But not now baby, I have to get up early."

"This weekend," Mike offered.

Jen would love to play this weekend. She had a major itch that needed scratched. But they had Frank's party. "What ifs" went through her head and they made her shudder. "Yeah, this weekend," she whispered sultrily, flicking her tongue in her husband's ear. Mike came moments later.

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As Mike and Jen were making love, Stacy got her period. "Damn," she said to herself. She went to tell Jim.

"I'm sorry honey," Jim said, just as disappointed as his wife. "But it's just the first try with Deshawn."

"But it was perfect timing," Stacy said, pouting. She'd been at her most fertile the night of the party (the one they went to with Mike and Jen). Deshawn had cum a lot inside her. Why wasn't she pregnant?

"I know," Jim said gloomily. "Maybe it's Deshawn."

"No, D told us, he shown us pictures," Stacy insisted.

"Yeah," Jim agreed. That evening when they first met Deshawn had been so hot (before meeting in person they corresponded via email and texts). Deshawn showed them pictures of white wives he'd bred. There were 3, all pretty white wives. Deshawn had before, during and after pictures of the wives. Before pregnancy, during and after giving birth. They included casual shots of the wives (with and without their husbands) as well as pictures of getting fucked by Deshawn. The pictures were labeled. Some of them said:

"The night we met" (Deshawn fucking wife #1)

"He likes helping me out" (Husband of wife #2 guiding Deshawn's cock into his wife's pussy)

"She goes off the pill" (Wife #3 smiling into the camera as she tosses her birth control pills into the trash)

"No more condoms with this wife" (Wife #1 pulling the condom off Deshawn's cock before he enters her again)

"She's falling in love with me" (Wife #2 tenderly kissing Deshawn as he's on top fucking her)

"She gets me hard so I'll fuck her again" (Wife #1 licking Deshawn's asshole)

"Nice ring" (Wife #3 desperately clutching Deshawn's muscular arm as he fucks the shit out of her; the diamonds of her wedding and engagement rings sparkle with the flash of the camera)

"The night I bred her" (Deshawn smirking into the camera as he holds wife #2's legs open, her pussy gaping open and thick cum leaking out)

There were also pictures of the wives holding their new babies. Some with their husbands, some with Deshawn. There were more pictures of Deshawn fucking the new mothers (it was easy to tell these were "after" pictures as all the white wives had gained weight during their pregnancies and their breasts were bigger from the milk they carried).

There was no doubt the babies were half black. The pictures were numbered. Baby #3, Baby #5, Baby #8. Deshawn had fathered other babies but the mothers weren't white wives so he didn't keep pictures. (Two of the other babies had black mothers; the other 4 had white mothers but they were single, not married. "Shit happens," Deshawn had said with a grin.) Deshawn told them Stacy's baby would be his 10th.

Deshawn called it his "Black Bull Resume." Jim couldn't wait until the dominant black man added his wife to the book.

But Jim pushed these memories out of his head. He didn't want to get hard, because that would hurt in his cage.

"Maybe it's me," Stacy said with what sounded like a sob.

"It's not you honey," Jim assured her. "We have Dannika."

"But maybe something's happened to me," Stacy said feeling like she was about to cry. She had girlfriends whose bodies changed after giving birth, making it hard to get pregnant again.

"Come on honey, don't think that way, it's too early for that," Jim assured her. "We've only tried once with Deshawn. You and Deshawn can try another position next time." When Deshawn had cum, they'd been in the missionary position. Most people thought missionary was best for conception, but that wasn't true. There were better positions to get pregnant, like the Cat and Sissors positions.

"You're right," Stacy said. But she knew she didn't have much time with Deshawn. A beautiful man like Deshawn was in high demand. Yes, right now she had Deshawn's attention but it wouldn't last forever. She wished she was as pretty as Jennifer Andrews, she might keep Deshawn forever; but she knew she wasn't. Eventually Deshawn would tire of her and move on to other white girls. Of course, things might be different if she got pregnant with Deshawn's baby. Because of that Stacy felt a sense of urgency.

Jim moved closer to his wife. He nuzzled her neck and cupped her breast. "Honey this talk is getting me hot," he said working on the zipper of her dress. "Can you let me out of my cage? I don't care you have your period, I'll clean up. Or a blow job ..."

"Not now honey," Stacy said pushing her husband's hands away. "You know I need to save myself for Deshawn. So my body's ready for him next time."

"But that's 4 weeks away," Jim complained. "And you'll be exclusive with Deshawn then." He felt jealous and hurt. It was always that way with cuckolds, their conflict of emotions.

Stacy inwardly sighed. She couldn't deal with Jim right now. She had enough to worry about with Deshawn. Somehow she had to convince the black man to abstain from sex until her next fertile period, to increase their chances of conception. That wasn't going to be easy with a man like Deshawn. She had to concentrate on how to do that. She didn't have time to deal with her husband's insecurities.

"Honey, why don't we do what we did last time?" Stacy suggested, referring to how they dealt with Jim's sexual needs before when she'd been with Darren. For about a month she'd given herself exclusively to Darren. At the beginning she let Jim continue to fuck her (with a condom), but after a couple of times she cut him off, wanting to save her affections and passions for Darren to increase the chances of getting pregnant.

Jim hadn't been able to handle being completely deprived of her affections and body. Her husband wasn't a true cuckold, there was some alpha in him (after all, he'd been a bull earlier in life).

They solved the problem by getting Jim a fuck buddy. It hadn't been hard to find a willing girl. Jim was handsome, had a good body, and had a decent size cock for a white man (around 7 inches). Stacy didn't care if Jim fucked other girls. She kept him in a cage because it was fun, but she wasn't possessive of Jim the way Jen was of Mike.

"You mean get a lover?" Jim asked suddenly interested.

"Yes," Stacy said, trying to be as sweet as possible. "Why don't you talk to Jen? I know you're attracted to her."

"Mike seemed to have a thing about me and Jen," Jim said doubtfully. He'd love to fuck Jen but Mike was his friend, he didn't want to get him mad.

"Honey, Mike is a cuck, a closet sub," Stacy said. "You know how sub cucks are, they say no but mean yes. Besides, he owes us. We've let him watch me. And, I've offered myself to him, at least twice. If he's a real friend he'll help us and share Jen."

Stacy pulled down Jim's pants. She got the key from her bag and unlocked the cage. Then she carefully took the cage off her husband's cock. He instantly got hard. "Come on Stacy, just a hand job," Jim pleaded, lunging forward to try to push his cock into his wife's hand.

"No Jim I'm saving myself for Deshawn," Stacy said with a giggle. "Your cage is off. Go talk to Jen."

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Mike was at home playing with Anna when his iPhone rang. "Hello?" he said.

"Mike, I'm sending you a website address," a voice said. It was Colonel Banks.

"What happened in Brussels?" Mike asked.

"Don't you watch the news?" Banks said.

Mike did keep up with the news, especially lately, especially about Brussels. The G8 meeting had been "postponed." The official excuse had been unexpected fluctuations of the dollar and Euro that required rethinking of certain policy initiatives.

"I want to know what happened," Mike insisted.

Banks frowned into the phone. He didn't like having to explain to subordinates. But he needed more from Mike. "We had leads of 3 potential targets," Banks said. "The House Speaker, Secretary of State, and VP. Your information confirmed the target."

Banks paused to let that sink in. Then he started again. "I'm sending you the URL of a website," he said. "I need you to hack in."

Before Mike had a chance to respond, Banks said "And Mike. Don't get caught."

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Jen was in her office furiously working to catch up. She was coming to enjoy working with Leo and Deidre (and Frank was an interesting twist as her pillow talk with Mike proved) - and she hadn't had to interact with Jasmine at all, which was key - but it got her behind with her core clients. Her partners enjoyed the money Jasmine's campaign was adding to their coffers, but most of the revenue still came from Google, Memphis and Kelloggs, as well as a few other keystone clients.

Jen's intern Biff hesitantly poked his head into her office. "Ah, Ms. Andrews?" Biff said. "You have a visitor. Someone named Jim."

Jen watched as Biff walked away. He was only 19, a college student, an intern. It was only a semester gig, he'd be leaving soon. She'd miss him. He was bright, a little shy, and sooo cute. And what a nice ass.

Jen walked out to the reception area. "Oh," she said surprised. It was Jim, Mike's friend and Stacy's husband. "Jim, what a surprise."

"I was hoping to talk to you," Jim said smiling at her. "Can I buy you lunch?"

Jen looked at her watch. To her surprise it was way past noon. She realized she was hungry. She still had a pile of work to do, but she had to eat sometime. "Okay," she told Jim.

They went to a deli down the street from Jen's office. Jen ordered a mixed salad and Jim got a pastrami sandwich. Jen felt uncomfortable being alone with Jim. He was little more than a stranger, but they'd shared a lot. It was a peculiar combination. It would've been different if Mike or Stacy had been there, but being alone with Jim felt weird.

"So I guess you're wondering why I'm here," Jim said.

"Well, yeah," Jen admitted with a laugh. "Are Stacy and Dannika okay?"

"Dannika's wonderful," Jim said lighting up at the mention of his daughter. "It's Stacy why I'm here."

"Is everything okay?" Jen asked suddenly concerned. She knew Jim and Stacy had gone through some rough patches in the past.

"We're good, better than good," Jim assured her. "This is about that. You know about Dannika right?"

"Yes," Jen said, correctly assuming he was talking about their pregnancy fantasies (and realities).

"We're doing that again," Jim said.

Jen nodded. She knew that too. Why was he telling her this? She felt uncomfortable not knowing where this was going.

Jim sensed Jen's unease. He said "I'll get to the point. When we do this, Stacy's exclusive with Deshawn. It'll probably last a month or two. Last time with Darren, Stacy let me take a lover."

Jen got it. "You're saying me?" she asked incredulously.

Jim gave her a shrug and embarrassed smile, which answered her question.

"I mean, why do you need a lover?" Jen said flustered. "Isn't that part of it?"

"Being deprived?" Jim said. He flushed, embarrassed, as this was getting really personal. "Stacy and I started with swapping. We drifted into cuckolding, mostly because of the pregnancy fantasy. I'm not a true cuck like Mike. No offense, I'm don't mean to put him down. It's just, I can't deal with being cut off. Not just sexually, but emotionally too. That's what happens when Stacy gives herself to another man. It happened with Darren, and it'll happen again with Deshawn."

"So I'm your band aide," Jen said sarcastically. "You want to fuck me to tide you over."

"You make it sound so terrible," Jim said with a sheepish laugh. "You might enjoy it. I've never had any complaints."

Jen looked at Jim, as if for the first time. He was definitely cute. She found his Australian accent charming. From the way his clothes hung on him, she could tell he kept in shape. She remembered Stacy saying Jim used to be a bull. Looking at him, she definitely saw how that might be the case.

"Why me?" she asked.

"You're kidding right?" Jim said with a laugh. "Because you're a very beautiful, desirable girl. Isn't that enough?"

Jen frowned at him. "What does Stacy say?" she asked.

"She suggested you," Jim said candidly. "Jen, I'm not looking for a long term relationship. Maybe a little romance, I like that. But I'm no threat to Mike, he's my mate. I'm looking for fun without complications. Mike can watch, he can be part of it, I'm good with whatever you want."

Jen raised an eyebrow at Jim, intrigued. "Mike can be part of it?"

"Sure," Jim said with a grin. "I'm bi. Or bi tendencies, I don't know." He laughed. "Stacy and I have done a lot of shit. What about you?"

"No comment," Jen said laughing back. But she was definitely intrigued. Jim was bi. Mike wasn't. She considered the possibilities.

"Casual sex among friends," Jim said grinning mischievously at her. "What could be more fun?"

"Um, maybe a game of Scrabble?" Jen joked, smiling back. She looked at Jim again. He was cute, definitely fuckable. And she had a longing between her legs. They were playing the game again, Mike had given her a free pass. Why not Jim? He was safe, he was cute, he was Mike's friend. And he was bi. The possibilities sent a shiver down her spine.

"I'll talk to Mike," she promised him.

"Brilliant," Jim said, giving her a big smile.

Jim walked Jen back to her office. Her iPhone rang as they arrived. It was her client Memphis. Jen walked into her office, forgetting all about Jim and entirely focused on the needs of her client. Unnoticed by her, Jim followed her in. He closed the door. As he did, he exchanged a look with Jen's intern Biff.