Cheating and Rivals Pt. 22-23

"And I don't need your permission to make love to my wife," Mike said glaring at Frank.

"Mike, your problem is you talk too much," Frank said with a laugh. "What would you rather have, your hand or Jen's pussy?"

Mike knew there was a trap here. Maybe Frank's goal was to show Jen he was the better lover. But Jen already knew that. Mike knew he couldn't just sit there with his dick in his hand. Despite whatever trap Frank was planning, he had to get into the bed and make love to Jen.

That was it, Mike realized. The way he would win. He would make love to Jen. Maybe Frank was a better fuck. But he'd tenderly make love to Jen and show Frank who, in Jen's heart, she preferred as her mate.

Mike got on the bed. He rolled Jen on to her back and kissed her. To his relief, she responded to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. They traded tongue. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Frank sit down in the chair. "Yeah, you sit in the chair asshole and I'll show you how to make love to a girl," Mike thought.

Mike took hold of his hard cock and was about to guide himself inside his wife when Frank interrupted them.

"Mike I don't like sloppy seconds," Frank announced.

"What?" Mike asked, panting from making out with Jen.

"You might be okay with it, but I'm not," Frank said. "Put a condom on."

"I'm not using a fucking condom with my own wife!" Mike said angrily, glaring at Frank. Yes, at times in the past he used condoms with Jen. But not now when Frank was fucking her bareback!

"Mike, I'm trying to be reasonable," Frank said in a calm but firm voice. "I'm letting you go first. But unlike you I don't get excited by the thought of another man's sperm around my cock."

Mike was about to object when Jen urged "Mike come on." There was impatience in her voice. She had a major cum face on and wanted to get things going. Or maybe she just wanted Mike to get done so she could have Frank again.

Frank's words "I don't get excited by the thought of another man's sperm around my cock" were still ringing in Mike's ears. His cock was so hard. "Okay, whatever," he said. He reached for a condom in the bedside table. He made sure to get a condom his size.

Mike was disappointed when Jen didn't offer to put the condom on for him. Jen saw it in his face and said "Sorry baby, let me do that for you." She hurriedly tore the package with her teeth and then rolled the condom on Mike's thin shaft. Even though it was size Small there was still left over latex at the base of his shaft.

Mike tried to roll Jen onto her back but instead Jen got on her side, facing Frank in the chair.

"What?" Mike said not understanding. He wanted to make love missionary so he could look into her eyes and kiss her.

"Fuck me this way Mike," Jen said, pulling Mike behind her. She raised her leg and reached back to guide Mike into her.

"Why this way?" Mike asked.

"This is how Frank wants us to fuck," Jen told him, pulling his cock towards her pussy lips.

Mike wanted to say "We don't fuck, we make love" but he didn't, knowing he would look like an idiot. He pushed into Jen's pussy. She felt good as always but he resented having to wear a condom.

Mike didn't like sex this way. With missionary or Jen on top, he could get all of his cock into Jen. But this way, as with fucking doggy, he couldn't get in balls deep. That wasn't a problem with bigger guys, but since Mike was barely over 4 inches, it meant Jen's pussy only got about 2 inches of cock. It emphasized how small he was.

But also, why were they letting Frank dictate how they fucked? Since Mike couldn't look into Jen's eyes and kiss her, couldn't tenderly stroke her pretty face, this was just sex, there was no love here. Was that Frank's goal? Make their sex loveless, so Mike wouldn't at least be able to touch Jen's heart during sex?

Mike pumped in and out. Reaching back and gripping Mike's hip, Jen pushed back against his cock and they got into a rhythm, moving back and forth. As they fucked, Mike's nose was in Jen's short brown hair. The wig was surprisingly silky and lush and felt like real hair. For some reason, the feel of Jen's brown hair against his face made Mike heady with cuckold lust.

Jen was looking at Frank as Mike fucked her from behind. Mike could see his wife's eyes were locked on Frank's cock. He was stroking himself.

Frank looked into Jen's eyes. "Are you going to cum?" he asked Jen.

"No," Jen said honestly.

"Mike's just getting you ready for me?" Frank asked with a grin.

"He's way more than that Frank," Jen said.

"Do you wish Mike had this cock?" Frank asked as he stroked this thick monster.

"Sometimes," Jen admitted. "But no. He wouldn't be the same person."

"Wouldn't you be the same person with big breasts?" Frank asked.

Jen flushed red. "Yes," she said stiffly.

"So why wouldn't Mike be the same person with a big cock?" Frank asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "I think it would take away from who he is."

Frank grinned. He'd reached the same conclusion. "So, if Mike had a big dick he might not be a cuckold?"

Jen didn't say anything but it was clear from her silence her answer was yes.

"And if Mike wasn't a cuck, you might not get to fuck other men," Frank said.

Jen turned so now she and Mike were in the missionary position. She looked into his face. "I didn't say that baby," she told him. "I love you the way you are. That's the reason. I don't want you to be different."

"But it's true, right?" Mike said looking into Jen's eyes. "This way you get to fuck other guys."

Jen hesitated, then said "Yeah, I guess."

Mike lurched and came. After cumming he continued looking in Jen's eyes, panting to catch his breath. Then he began pulling out.

"Jenny," Frank said sternly.

Jen looked at Frank and understood. "Be careful baby," Jen said to her husband, her hand darting down to Mike's softening penis. She held onto the condom so it wouldn't fall off while he was pulling out. Frank didn't like sloppy seconds. And Jen desperately wanted Frank inside her. She wanted a hard fucking. She wanted to cum.

Frank got on the bed and flipped Jen around, treating her like a rag doll. With Jen on her elbows and knees, he pushed into Jen's pussy.

"You missed my cock Jen honey?" he hissed as he fucked her hard and fast.

"Oh god!" Jen groaned. "God Frank you fuck me so good!"

"Is this what you want babe?" Frank growled as he fucked her practically through the mattress.

"Oh god yes! I want this so much! I want your cock! Fuck me Frank!"

Mike got off the bed and collapsed back in the chair. Jen's reactions with Frank compared to him were completely different. It was like she was a completely different person.

Mike realized the condom was still half on his soft cock. Jen hadn't even bothered to take it off him (as she usually did). She was too anxious to get Frank back inside her. Mike got a tissue and threw the condom in the trash.

Jen cried and shuddered as she came on Frank's cock. "That's how you do it Mike," he said to Mike with an evil grin. Then he flipped Jen onto her back. They were missionary now. Frank kissed Jen as she recovered from her orgasm. He fucked her slow and tender, stroking her short brown hair.

Mike wished Frank would just keep fucking Jen like a slut, because now he was making love to his wife. And Jen was making love back, looking into his eyes, caressing his cheeks and neck, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm cumming," Frank told her a few minutes later.

"Yeah baby cum," Jen urged Frank, looking into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She wrapped her legs around his thighs too. Frank came and ejaculated inside Jen as she kissed him through his orgasm.

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The next week they received the results from the doctor. Both Jen and Mike were clean. Jen called Frank. He was clean too. Not taking the test seriously anyway (thinking it was just another one of Frank's power games), Jen laughed and flirted with Frank.

As Jen spoke with Frank, Mike stepped into the next room. He called the doctor. "Did you run the other test?" Mike asked.

The doctor nodded over the phone. "I'm sorry Mr. Andrews, but you have a low sperm count," the doctor said. "You can father children, but likely not naturally. Artificial insemination might work, but I can't guarantee results. I suggest you and your wife look into adoption."

Mike hung up the phone, feeling numb.

Cheating and Rivals – Part 23

Mike's costume was typical Harry Potter. Baggy pants, wrinkled button down shirt, striped tie, jacket, robe and lace up shoes. Mike wasn't the tallest guy (just a couple inches taller than Jen when barefoot). He had dark hair and wore glasses (when he wasn't wearing contacts). All in all, Mike made a pretty good Harry Potter.

Jen made a beautiful Hermione Granger. Her outfit was typical Hermione too. Starched white shirt and tie, just above the knee pleated skirt, knee socks and black low heeled Mary Janes. She had a robe too (although both she and Mike figured to lose the robe quick given the New York heat). She wore the brown wig too of course. Jen looked like an innocent Hogwarts school girl, although the lacy pink satin bra and thong she wore underneath was anything but innocent.

Mike and Jen taxied to the party (Maggie was babysitting). They planned to meet Frank there. "I guess you're Frank's date tonight," Mike said.

"I guess," Jen said giving Mike's hand a squeeze.

"You better take these off," Mike said tapping the rings on her left hand.

"Oh, I forgot," Jen said. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and gave them to Mike to hold.

"So how do we play it?" Mike asked.

"You're Frank's friend," Jen said. She'd discussed it with Frank earlier. "You'll like that right?" They'd done this before, with Jamie and Drums (to name just 2). But never in NYC where they lived.

Mike nodded. "You think we'll know anyone?" he asked.

"Frank didn't think so," Jen said. "People might recognize you. But not me."

Mike nodded again. His picture had been in the paper a few times (because of Liberty-gate and the JasMike thing with Jasmine Kelly) but not Jen's. It was ironic that he was the plain looking recluse and she the beautiful social butterfly, yet he was more well known publicly.

"I guess it doesn't matter with these costumes," Mike said half joking. While they sort of looked like Harry Potter characters, the costumes didn't cover their faces (although Jen looked different with the short brown hair).

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh.

"I guess Frank wants us to be platonic friends," Mike said putting his hand on Jen's knee.

"Yeah," Jen said with another laugh. "You think Harry ever touched Hermione's knee?"

"No," Mike said with a grin.

"You think Hermione ever did this for Harry?" Jen said as she pulled up her skirt to mid-thigh.

"No," Mike said again, this time his throat dry with excitement.

Jen pulled Mike's hand up her thigh to her panties. Then she put her hand on his crotch. He was hard. "You think Harry and Hermione ever figured each other?" she whispered.

"They were like brother and sister," Mike whispered back, rubbing Jen's pussy over her panties.

Jen softly stroked Mike's cock over his pants. They were silent in the cab as they fondled each other. Mike hadn't intended it, but his remark reminded them of Joe. There was melancholy there, but excitement too.

The taxi arrived at the mansion. They hurriedly fixed their clothes. "Are you okay?" Jen said to Mike.

Mike nodded. "You?" he asked. When Jen nodded, he said "Someday, let's wear these costumes again. Just you and me."

"Okay," Jen agreed.

As they were getting out of the cab Mike asked "How do we explain arriving together?"

"You're Frank's buddy and we shared an uber over," Jen said simply. She was good at this.

"Are we going home after the party?" Mike asked, his heart in his throat.

"I might go to Frank's after," Jen said. She added "This way we don't have to worry about Anna waking up."

"Yeah ...," Mike said. He prompted "... and?"

"Um ... would it be okay if I slept over Frank's tonight?" Jen asked hesitantly. "He says he has a surprise for me."

"What?"

"He won't say," Jen said with a giggle. She clearly was excited to find out what the surprise was. "So, can I stay over?" she asked hesitantly. She wanted to sleep over with Frank but didn't want Mike to fall over into bad hurt territory.

"Okay," Mike said, both reluctant and excited. "But it's really important you're home before Anna wakes up," Mike said.

"Of course I'll be home by then," Jen assured him.

"It's really important Jen," Mike stressed.

"Mike honey, I'll be home. I promise."

Mike and Jen walked up the sidewalk. It was a huge opulent mansion. This was a house? It looked like a trendy boutique hotel.

Jen squeezed Mike's hand. "So in case I don't get a chance," she said. She kissed Mike on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Yeah," Mike said. Then he watched his wife go into the mansion. He followed a few moments later.

Frank was waiting by the door and snagged Jen as soon as she walked in. He seemed thoroughly happy to see her. Jen laughed at Frank dressed as Ron Wesley. She playfully tussled the floppy red hair of his wig.

Frank introduced Jen to everyone there (introducing her as Jenny Johnson). Jen noticed the wives were all beautiful and big breasted (and their costumes showed off their abundant cleavage). Fortunately, none of the 3 couples from the dinner party were there.

Frank pulled Jen into a den, treating the house as his own. He locked the door.

"I got something for you," Jen said. She took out the tie she bought when she was out with Keri.

"I love it," Frank said holding the tie and grinning at her. He pulled off the schoolboy striped tie. "I'll put it on now."

"It doesn't match," Jen said with a laugh.

"I don't care," Frank said with a laugh back. "I want to wear your tie."

Jen smiled, clearly flattered and pleased. "Well, then let me do it for you," she said grinning at him. She put the tie around Frank's collar and tied it for him. When she was done she looked at Frank's face. To her surprised he seemed choked up.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said, turning away. He looked vulnerable again and it touched Jen's heart. "You know Jenny, I'm not a good man."

"Of course you are," Jen said reassuring him.

"I'm doing the best I can, to give you what you want," Frank said.

"I know that Frank," Jen said.

"I'm very fond of you Jenny," Frank said. "If I go too far, you need to tell me."

"Okay," Jen said, not knowing what he was talking about.

"I want you to wear something for me," Frank said. "Two things actually."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh.

"What are you wearing under the skirt?"

"Um ... a thong."

"Give it to me," Frank said holding out his hand.

"Okay," Jen said with another laugh. She reached under the pleated skirt and pulled the thong down her legs.

"Here," Frank said. He handed her panties. They were like the other ones, but these were black.

"Frank whose are these?" Jen asked.

"I told you, a lovely woman," Frank said.

"Sally?" Jen gently asked, naming Frank's deceased wife.

Frank didn't reply, but Jen saw a flash of pain across his face. "Yeah, they're Mrs. Tower's," she thought to herself.

"I'll put these on, but I'm not Sally," Jen told him gently. She pulled the black panties up her long legs.

"I know that Jenny," Frank said.

Jen tenderly stroked his face. It was weird to wear Sally's panties, but it touched her too that Frank still longed for his wife.

"Now this," Frank said handing Jen a thin rectangular box. Jen saw the box came from Macys.

Jen opened the box. It was a bra. But it wasn't a sexy bra from Victoria Secrets or Fredericks, or a high end bra from Wolford or Journelle.

This bra was unpadded and unlined. It was light pink and made of cotton. It had frilly white edging and cute hearts across the cups. It didn't even have a snap. It was pullover style with a soft, elastic bra band and soft bra cups.

This bra was for a little girl entering puberty. It was a training bra.

"It's your size, 32A," Frank said. "Put it on."

"I'm not wearing this," Jen said her cheeks flushed.

"Put it on Jenny," Frank insisted, his voice stern.

Jen locked eyes with Frank for long moments. Finally she shrugged. "Whatever," she said crossly as she unbuttoned her starched white blouse. She took off her designer European bra from Bellefleur. Then she pulled on the training bra. Afterwards she re-buttoned the white blouse.

Unlike the Bellefleur bra, the soft cotton training bra gave Jen no lift. She looked flatter than usual.

"Why are you making me wear this?" Jen asked.

Frank unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of Jen's blouse.

"Wait, stop, you'll be able to see it," Jen objected. With the top 2 buttons undone, you could see a flash of the adolescent training bra depending on how Jen moved.

"Yes, people will be able to see," Frank said with a grin.

Then Jen got it. Frank wanted people to see. All those trophy wives with their impressive cleavage. He wanted them to see Jen wearing the training bra. It was like Frank was announcing to the world that Jen's small breasts only rated a training bra. He wanted them to laugh behind her back and make fun of her at how small her breasts were.

Jen flushed red, feeling humiliated. At the same time though, she felt a tingling between her legs.

"Let's rejoin the party," Frank said with a knowing grin, offering Jen his arm.

"Okay," Jen said taking Frank's arm. She felt defeated, submissive. Her cheeks felt flush.

Jen stayed close to Frank throughout the party. Normally she would be outgoing and flirty, a social butterfly. But wearing the training bra, she didn't feel her normal mojo. She felt diminished and small wearing the adolescent training bra. She was mortified someone might see the little girl bra, and felt even more insecure than usual about her small breasts (especially being around all the trophy wives with their huge tits and daring bust revealing costumes).

Jen spotted Mike across the room. He was looking at her and Frank. Had he been watching the entire time? If he had then he did a good job at disappearing in the shadows because this was the first time Jen saw her husband all night long.

Jen drifted over to Mike. She made eye contact and he followed her into a quiet alcove. Feeling the warmth and security of being with her husband, Jen came close to losing it. Her eyes teared up. "Look what he made me wear," she whispered, pulling the top of her blouse to the side. "A training bra."

Mike's eyes opened wide. "He's pushing your buttons," he said. "He knows making fun of your breasts turns you on."

It was true, Jen was wet. But her excitement was overwhelmed by the humiliation and embarrassment. "What if someone sees?" she said looking desperately at her husband.

Mike gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand. "You're supposed to be Hermione Granger. She's a school girl. If anyone says anything, just tell them it's part of the costume."

Jen's mouth fell open. That was the perfect answer. Simple, believable. Why hadn't she thought of that?

"In fact, another button would help," Mike said with a grin, moving to unbutton the next button on her blouse.

"Stop Mike," Jen said with a laugh, playfully slapping his hand away. "Oh you would like that, to see Emma Watson's bra," she teased.

"I wonder if Emma wears cute bras like this," Mike said tugging Jen's blouse to the side and looking at the soft cotton bra covered in pretty hearts. "Bring this bra home okay?"

"Oh my god you're such a pervert," Jen said with a laugh. Suddenly she felt like she had her mojo back. She beamed at her husband. Mike's idea made all the difference. Now she could enjoy the turn on of Frank making fun of her small breasts instead of it being debilitating. "You know you're my hero," Jen said, beaming into Mike's eyes.