Cheating and Rivals Pt. 24-25

Frank moved on top of Jen, supporting his muscular body with his arms. He kissed her cheeks and lips as she panted from her orgasm. "Guide me into you," he said with more kisses to her soft lips.

Jen reached between their bodies. She guided his cock to her pussy lips. Looking into Jen's beautiful blue eyes, Frank pushed his cock into her. Jen's mouth opened wide as she felt his thickness penetrate her.

Frank moved slowly, in and out, taking long moments to get balls deep into Jen. Then he held Jen's arms above her head as he slowly long stroked her. He kissed her and looked into her eyes as he made love to her.

"You feel amazing," Frank said looking into her eyes. "You have the sweetest pussy."

"You feel good too," Jen gushed, panting again. "You're so thick."

"Just thick?" Frank asked with a grin. He changed his angle so his cockhead rubbed against her g-spot.

"Oh god," Jen moaned. "God. Yeah, you're long too." He was going to freaking make her cum again!

Frank kept Jen's arms above her head. She noticed he often did that when they had intercourse. She asked "Why do you like my arms like this?"

"Because when I make you cum, I want you to know it's because of my cock," he said, leaning down and kissing her again. Jen thought that was a strange thing to say. What else could it be?

Frank caressed Jen's breasts. He thumbed her nipples, making her moan. "Your breasts are really sensitive," he said.

"The benefit of having small ones," Jen joked. Her eyes went into the back of her head as Frank pushed in again while thumbing her nipples. "Ugh god," she moaned.

"Some girls can orgasm from just rubbing their nipples," Frank said.

"I used to be like that," Jen told him.

"Use to?" Frank asked.

"Since having Anna," Jen said between pants. "There're still sensitive, but not as sensitive."

Frank stared at Jen like he was processing that. He seemed to get more excited. He put Jen's legs over his shoulders and pounded her harder. Even as he rammed her pussy and pinched her nipples, he looked into Jen's eyes and tenderly kissed her cheeks and lips.

Jen pressed the stiletto of her high heel against Frank's neck. "That fucking drives me crazy!" Frank groaned.

"I know," Jen said, raising her hips and pushing back to meet Frank's thrusts.

Jen was nearing the edge. She was so close!

Frank pulled Jen's hands into his. He felt her wedding rings. "Take them off," he said squeezing her left hand.

"You said we're just hanging here tonight," Jen said between pants as he continued to ram her pussy.

"Take them off," Frank insisted. "When you're with me you're mine."

Whatever, Jen thought. She didn't care at that moment, she wanted to cum. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and carelessly dropped them on the bed next to them. She didn't noticed as Mike's rings dropped to the floor as the bed shook with their fucking.

"You're going to make me cum!" she moaned. Remembering what Frank said a moment ago, she said "I'm gonna cum on your cock!"

Frank pounded Jen even harder and faster, inflamed by her words. He wanted to make Jenny Johnson cum again! Moments later they both came, Jen's orgasm pushing Frank over the edge. As Frank came Jen clutched his arms and cried "Cum in me baby, cum in me!"

After cumming, Frank collapsed on top of Jen. Not wanting to hurt her, he pulled out and fell to his back next to her.

Jen rolled over, lazily swinging an arm over his chest. "God Frank," she said between pants. "God baby you're so freaking awesome."

Frank tenderly kissed Jen and they cuddled that way for long moments. After catching his breath, Frank asked "How's your relationship with Mike?"

"That's a weird way to say it," Jen said. "We're marriage, it's not just a relationship."

"No tension because of us?" Frank asked.

"There's always tension when I'm dating another man," Jen said. "That's part of the excitement."

"For Mike, or you?"

"For both of us I guess," Jen said. She got on her elbow and looked at Frank. "Why all the questions?"

"The 3 of us have a relationship," Frank explained. "I want to get to know Mike better. That's fair, isn't it?"

"I guess," Jen said with a shrug.

"We had a drink the other day at my club," Frank said.

"I know."

"He's not upset at Lou or Hugh. Or me. About the other night. He knows it's just a fantasy."

"What are you saying?" Jen asked.

"Ease up on Lou and Hugh," Frank said. "They only did what I told them. Sure they enjoyed it. Who wouldn't?" He laughed as he stroked down Jen's tight ass and long shapely legs. "But they're good men. I've known them a long time. And they like you. As a person, not just for sex."

"They said that?" Jen asked surprised and flattered.

"I can tell," Frank said.

"Are you going to ... share me with other men?" Jen asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Frank said simply. "But I'm not like Mike. I don't do it because I like to watch. I do it because you want it. I want to satisfy you." He laughed as if at himself. "And I admit, I enjoy being the chess master."

"You mean, making me fuck other men?" Jen asked. Her pussy tingled as she said those words. If Mike told her to fuck someone, treated her like a slut, she'd hate it. She wouldn't be able to deal with it. But coming from Frank, it was exciting. Her nympho switch was on. She wanted to be his slut!

"Well, more than that," Frank said. "Like ordering Lou and Hugh to pretend to rape you. They're good men, ex-Marines. They find rape abhorrent. But they did it because I ordered it."

"God Frank," Jen said looking into Frank's eyes. "God ..."

"Does that bother you?" Frank asked.

"Yes," Jen said. But it was all fantasy. She knew it. Lou and Hugh knew it. If they had reservations, they certainly didn't show it when Lou was fucking her face and Hugh was pounding her pussy. Or when they were DPing her pussy and ass. Or her ass and mouth. The ex-Seals had enjoyed all the combinations. Jen had truly gotten to know what it meant to be a cum dump.

But Frank's little twist on the scenario, forcing Hugh and Lou to "rape" her ...

If he told them "fuck Jenny" they would have been all for it. But instead he said "pretend to rape Jenny." Frank's twist added a delightful, exciting nuance to the fantasy.

Frank saw the renewed excitement in Jen's face. He grinned knowingly. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together Jenny," he said with a delighted sparkle in his eyes. "So tell me more about you two, you and Mike. You have Anna. Do you want more children?"

"Why do you ask?" Jen said.

"Just curious," Frank said. Although he remembered how Mike was so interested about the children he'd fathered. And he knew Mike wasn't Anna's biological father.

"I guess so," Jen said. "I'm not ready yet."

"But Mike is?" Frank said.

Jen shrugged. Her thoughts turned to what had been distracting her lately. "Do you know Keri O'Reilly?" she asked.

"I believe so," Frank said. "She's Jim O'Reilly's wife, right? I've done business with him. Good man. Straight shooter. Why do you ask?"

"She's a good friend," Jen said. "I know her from Google. She, ah ... she knows about our lifestyle."

"Yes?" Frank prompted, suddenly very curious.

"She's been there, when things got bad," Jen said. "When Mike and I were apart." She hesitated. Frank patiently waited for her to continue.

"Keri thinks I should find a lover for Mike," Jen finally said. "She thinks it'll make it easier for him. While you and I ... explore things together."

Frank grinned, liking how Jenny said "together." "Have you done that before?" he asked.

"Once, with my first lover Ricky," Jen said. "We set Mike up with a young girl, Claire. It was Ricky's idea, Claire was his friend. I hated it." Jen laughed, but it was without any humor. "But my Mike, he only wants me. So he only pretended to have an affair with Claire. They actually became good friends, but it was platonic." Jen laughed again at the memory. "She ended up marrying Mike's best friend, Sam. I was one of her bridesmaids. Can you believe that?" (Author's note: See He Fucked My Girl.)

"You knew Mike was pretending, right?" Frank said, once again reading Jen.

Jen looked sharply at Frank. But by now she was getting used to it. "Yeah."

"This time, it would have to be real," Frank said. "Otherwise Mike wouldn't give us the space we want."

"Yeah," Jen said looking bothered. She thought "When did me and Frank become 'us'? And am I really considering this to get 'space' from my husband?"

"Well, I think you should do it," Frank said. "It's only fair."

Jen gave Frank a frown. "You're not exactly unbiased. If Mike is spending time with another girl, I'll be able to spend more time with you."

"I never said I was unbiased," Frank said. "I think my intentions are clear. I'm very much taken by you Jenny. I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

Jen couldn't help smiling. Both because she was flattered by his show of affection, and because Frank always said things so formally. She said, "It's not just Mike, I have a daughter."

"And I don't want to interfere with your relationship with Anna," Frank said squeezing her hand. "We'll work something out."

"Yeah, okay," Jen said still not convinced this was a good idea.

"Have you considered who to set Mike up with?" Frank asked.

"There's a couple girls in Vegas we know," Jen said.

"Las Vegas is too far away," Frank said. "I think I understand Mike. He'll use the long distance as an excuse not to see his lover."

"That's a bad thing?" Jen said with a laugh.

"Jenny, we either do it or not," Frank said. "Mike's lover should be here in New York. That way we can see each other more."

"You make it sound so easy," Jen said. "I'm freaking out about this. I can't stand the thought of Mike with another girl."

"What if you could control it?" Frank asked.

"What?"

"I have a number of businesses in the City," Frank said. "It would not be difficult to persuade one of my female employees to be Mike's lover."

"A prostitute?" Jen asked doubtfully. Despite her reservations, she didn't want to cheapen the experience for Mike.

"No, one of my employees," Frank said. "Everyone wants something. Or needs something. And Mike is somewhat famous. It wouldn't be hard."

"I don't know Frank," Jen said. She couldn't believe she was even considering this. But was it fair to keep Mike completely faithful to her, given what she was doing in their game? This way, Mike wouldn't get bad hurt. But was that why she was really considering it? To keep Mike from getting bad hurt? Or to get Mike to give her space so she could spend more time with Frank?

Frank could tell Jen was torn. He knew from experience, if you want to get someone to do something, it was better to do it slowly. "Let's talk about this later," he said. "Come on, I need your help."

"What?"

"Let's work out," Frank said. "You said you'd train me."

"Now?" Jen said surprised.

"I prefer working out at night," Frank said.

"I do too," Jen said. "But now?" She threw her arms out and looked incredulously at Frank. She wore only the lacy white panties and high heels, and her body was still sweaty from their sex.

"It's my private gym," Frank said with a laugh.

"But I don't have anything to wear," Jen said.

"I've got that covered," Frank said. He took her hand and helped her out of the bed. "Come with me."

Frank put on a robe. He didn't offer one to Jen though. She held his hand and walked with him down the hall wearing only the white panties and high heels.

They entered a large, brightly lit parlor. Jen abruptly stopped. There were 3 girls there.

Jen immediately used her hands to cover herself (one hand to her breasts, the other to her panties). Frank leaned over and whispered to her "Put your hands down." When Jen hesitated, Frank said firmly "They work for you Jenny. Put your hands down now." He emphasized "now."

Jen looked at Frank. They worked for her? She didn't understand. But she dropped her hands.

Frank took Jen's arm and walked her to the 3 girls. "Jenny, this is Claudia, your fashion consultant."

"My fashion consultant?" Jen said dumbly.

"This is Annette," Frank continued. "She's your buyer. And this is Bridget, your seamstress."

"What?" Jen said completely confused. She looked at the 3 girls. Claudia was the oldest, maybe in her 40s. She was elegantly dressed in a beautiful Chanel dress.

Annette was younger, maybe early 30s. She was fully dressed too. Her Calvin Klein dress was more trendy than sophisticated but still lovely.

Bridget was the youngest, early 20s maybe. She was the most hip and avant-garde of the 3 girls. Jen later found out that Bridget's favorite places to buy clothes was Mystique when she wanted to be hip, and GoJane when she wanted to be slutty.

"Frank what's going on?" Jen asked. She was so confused she momentarily forgot she was practically naked in front of 3 beautiful, fully dressed girls.

Claudia took charge. She took Jen's arm and walked her away from Frank. "Jenny darling we're going to have so much fun," the older woman said enthusiastically. "I can tell you're a fashion plate just by looking at you. But we're going to add pop to your wardrobe. It'll be all your style, but we'll make it sing."

"Pop?" Jen repeated, still confused. "Sing?"

"That's right darling," Claudia continued. "We'll do everything, take care of all the details. All the designers, their latest collections. They'll custom too. We'll bring them here. The designers I mean. And their clothes. You pick whatever you want, whoever you want, they're yours." She grinned and gave Jen a mischievous smile. "Give your boyfriend Frank a fashion show." She looked enviously at Jen's tight, leggy body. "Oh my Jenny, you have the lovely figure of a model."

"Um, can I talk to Frank a sec?" Jen said breaking away from Claudia. Pulling Frank aside, she whispered "Frank I don't need clothes. And I can't afford this."

"Jen honey, I've got it covered," Frank assured her. "Enjoy it."

"I can't Frank," Jen said. "Mike won't like it."

Frank gave Jen a long look. Then he smiled and said "How about this? All the clothes will stay here. I'll own them. You'll be borrowing. Surely Mike can't object to that."

Jen stared at Frank, thinking. She loved clothes! The prospect of working with people in the fashion industry thrilled her. She'd meet famous designers! They might even custom make clothes for her, like a movie star! Maybe even designer shoes! It was all so exciting, like a dream come true.

"Well, um, okay," Jen said hesitantly. "I guess we can try it."

"Wonderful," Frank said giving Jen a big grin. "Now go back to the girls so they can do their thing."

"Their thing?" Jen asked.

"That's right Jenny," Annette said, speaking for the first time. She took Jen's hand and walked her to the middle of the room. Claudia, Annette and Bridget all surrounded her. "We have to measure you," Annette said. She nodded at Bridget. Bridget held a measuring tape.

"Take off her panties," Frank said. He said it casually, but it was an order, not a request.

Suddenly Jen remembered she was naked. She felt self-conscious, especially since the other girls were fully dressed in wonderful clothes. And now Frank wanted them to take off her panties.

Bridget looked at Annette, who looked at Claudia. They looked as embarrassed as Jen. Claudia forced a smile and whispered "The customer is always right."

Annette nodded. She gave Jen a weak consoling smile and joked "Men are all the same." Claudia, Annette and Bridget laughed but it was clearly forced. Annette pulled the lacy white panties down Jen's long legs. Jen helped by raising on her right leg, then her left. Annette pulled the panties off over her high heels.

Now Jen was completely naked except for the high heels. She felt incredible exposed, vulnerable and embarrassed. Her cheeks were red.

"Um," Annette said as she held the white panties. They were wet with Frank's cum. She looked around as if trying to figure out where to put the cum soaked panties.

"Sorry," Jen whispered. She was mortified! "Just drop them."

Annette shook her head, knowing Frank Tower wouldn't like that. She wore an expensive scarf around her neck. Annette took off the scarf. She carefully wrapped the soiled panties in the scarf. Then she laid the delicate package on the floor, treating it almost reverently.

"Go ahead Bridget," Annette told the young seamstress.

"You have a lovely figure," Claudia said as Bridget wrapped the measuring tape around her breasts.

"Thanks," Jen said.

Bridget seemed to take forever measuring Jen's bust. She grinned at Jen and said "You haven't lived until you've worn a custom bra."

"Oh um ..." Jen said feeling even more embarrassed. It was like, she felt her little breasts didn't rate a custom bra. On the other hand, Bridget's must be double Ds. In fact, her breasts were so big they sometimes pressed against Jen's tiny ones as she continued to measure. Was this more of Frank's game, making fun of Jen's tiny breasts in front of people? The young seamstress didn't notice Jen's discomfort.

Bridget moved down to Jen's hips. "This is incredible," Bridget said touching the huge flawless diamond of Jen's belly ring.

"Frank gave it to me," Jen whispered. "He likes to see it."

"We'll make sure to pick dresses that are tight around your tummy," Claudia promised.

"And tops that show your belly button," Annette added.

"You'll drive him crazy Jenny," Bridget said with a giggle. Jen smiled at her. Even though this was a crazy scene, she was beginning to like Claudia, Annette and Bridget.

Claudia and Annette got on their knees to double check Bridget's measurements of Jen's stomach and hips. All 3 girls were eye level with Jen's pussy. Jen flushed, knowing her pussy lips were red and swollen from Frank's earlier fucking. In fact, her entire body looked freshly fucked, with her nipples hard and red from Frank's earlier rough play.

It was clear the 3 girls knew Jen had just been fucked. They stole glances at each other and were clearly holding back giggles. At that moment a little of Frank's sperm leaked from Jen's pussy. Jen felt it roll down her inner thigh. She was horrified!

"Ah, here darling," Claudia said. Like Annette before, she pulled off her expensive delicate scarf and used it to wipe Jen's thigh. She also used it to wipe around and between Jen's swollen pussy lips.

"God I'm so embarrassed," Jen whispered helplessly.

"It's okay Jenny, we've seen everything," Annette whispered with a kind smile. The 4 girls shared a nervous giggle.

"That was the most surreal experience," Jen told Frank after they were alone again. She laughed. "But I still don't have workout clothes."

"I told you I've got it covered," Frank said. He opened an armoire. It was full of workout clothes and they were all her size. "Wear this," he said, handing Jen yoga pants and a bra top.

"Yes sir," Jen joked with a laugh. She also picked out cross-training sneakers and workout socks.

Jen dressed and put her long blonde hair into a ponytail. Then they began the workout. She guessed Frank's regular trainer lifted a lot with him. So instead Jen worked on his core and flexibility. She made Frank use his own body as resistance. Frank was soon panting and his shirt was covered with sweat.

Jen worked out alongside Frank. She was breathing hard too, but not wiped like Frank. Clearly Jen was in better shape than Frank.

Frank noticed and was impressed. "I thought I was in better shape," he admitted.

"Lifting is good for the beach, but you need to work on your core more," Jen said. "It's healthier, you'll feel better."

"Yes ma'am," Frank said with a grin. It was just a joke, but Frank realized he just let Jenny have some influence over him. It was a strange feeling. But somehow it felt good too. It hadn't felt that way for a long time. Since before his wife Sally died.