Cheating and Rivals Pt. 28-29

"So you fucked Frank," Mike said bitterly. "And his bodyguards too right?"

Jen winced, his demeaning words like a physical blow. It felt like a dagger to her heart whenever Mike talked to her like she was a slut. Tearing up, she said "Last night, not this morning. Nothing happened today. And Mike ... isn't that the point?"

It was Mike's turn to look down. They were both silent for long moments.

"You're wearing his jewelry," Mike said breaking the silence. "You wear it 24/7, at work, when you sleep, when you shower. Don't you see? Frank's manipulated it so you think about him all the time."

"I don't," Jen insisted. "I see it but it's like, whatever. It's like anything. I get desensitized to it. Honestly? During the day I think about Anna most. And then you. And then Allie cause Darren's still putting her through shit. And then maybe my mom if she's going through drama with my dad. And then the latest fire drill going on at work. And then, somewhere down there, along with all my other friends and people I know, I think about Frank. Maybe. Sometimes. I probably think about Jasmine's freaking campaign more than I think about Frank."

"You're full of shit," Mike said not believing her.

"Mike I'm not," Jen said grabbing his hands. "Think about it baby. During the week, about the only times we talk about Frank is when you bring him up."

"That's a lie," Mike said with exasperation. "Just the other day you said you were afraid of losing control with Frank."

"I'm not lying," Jen insisted. "Okay ..." she began, then paused, trying to figure out how to explain how she felt. "I guess it's more like, I force myself not to think about Frank."

"Jen how is that better?" Mike said with an incredulous bitter laugh. Her words tore at him. Another dagger to his heart.

"God how can I explain this?" Jen said, burying her face in her hands in frustration. Giving it another try she said "It's like the Mets. They're having a good year right?"

"They're in the World Series," Mike said with a nod.

"So you're really into it, right?" Jen continued. "You probably could spend all day thinking about it. But you don't, you force yourself to think about something else. And once you do that, you forget all about the Mets. Because they're not really important."

Mike looked incredulously at her. "Do you know the last time they won the World Series?" he said. "Like, 30 years ago."

"Well, I mean, they suck," Jen said.

Mike shrugged. "At least I'm not a Cubs fan," he said under his breath.

"Okay Mike, whatever," Jen said feeling frustrated again. "The Mets aren't a good example. But something else. Something you think about a lot, but it doesn't really matter. You see what I mean?"

"Jen ... I get what you're saying, but how can you say Frank doesn't matter to you? When you're worried about losing control? How he might hurt our marriage?"

"I never said that," Jen said. "I said how Frank might affect us." She emphasized the word "might."

"What's the difference?"

"He MIGHT affect us but he WON'T affect us," Jen said firmly. "I won't allow that. Frank's just a game. I just don't want you to get bad hurt while we're playing."

Mike waved at her newly pierced nipples and said "You mean like this?"

"This is me fucking up baby," Jen said reaching for his hands again. "But don't you see how it's part of our game? Yes I did it for Frank, okay, that's part of it. But I can take them out, they're not permanent. It's like a henna tattoo. It's not permanent. But it adds to the game. Aren't they kind of exciting?"

"You're my wife," Mike said shaking his head. "Your body's mine." He waved at her breasts again. "We're playing the game but this is over the line. You broke the rules."

"What rules Mike?" Jen said with exasperation. "You want me to let Frank get me pregnant. What are the freaking rules?"

That shut Mike up. They were silent again. Jen took the opportunity to wrap a blanket around her, both because she was cold in the air conditioning (she was only wearing her thong panties) and because she thought they'd have a better chance of resolving this if the nipple rings weren't in Mike's face. She also took the opportunity to lean into Mike's arm. She was happy and relieved when he didn't pull his arm away. Although he didn't hug her to him either.

After a while Mike said "I talk about it. But I don't really want it to happen. I mean I do. I want to experience it, like Jim and Stacy. But I don't want it to be real. Does that make any sense?"

"I get it baby," Jen said snuggling deeper into his arm. She took his hand so now his arm was wrapped around her. "But this isn't like my rape fantasy, where it can feel real but be pretend. There's no way to do a Jim and Stacy without it being real. Like, lifetime real. But the nipple rings, they're like a temporary tattoo. I can take them out. You see? I fucked up but it's not that bad."

Mike wasn't ready to concede anything about the nipple rings. Instead he stayed with Jim and Stacy. He said "Stacy's pregnant with their second. Jim texted me. We're supposed to get together some time to catch up."

"So they'll have 2," Jen said. She was curious about the news but there were more important things to think about. "You're Anna's father," she said, being careful with the way she said it. WTF, did she really say to people "Mike is the father of my baby"? She'd have to be more careful in the future. "When we have another baby – and I do want another, maybe 2 more – I want it to be with you Mike. That's something I want to experience with you. The game is something, but this is real life, this is forever. Don't you want to experience that with me?"

"I'll be the father of all your babies," Mike promised.

"Mike ... you know what I mean," Jen said.

"Jen I can't have children," Mike reminded her.

"We don't know that, you've only taken 1 test," Jen said. "There are specialists, procedures. We're both still young. You have to stop thinking you can't have children."

Mike was silent again. With one arm around Jen, he used his other to part the blanket. He looked at her new nipple rings. The small diamonds sparkled in the sunlight streaming in the window. "How do you take them off?" he asked.

"One diamond screws in," Jen said. Miranda didn't need to tell her that, she knew how nipple rings worked (Allie used to have them for a short time in college). "Do you want me to take them off?"

Mike didn't answer. Instead he tenderly touched her nipples. "Does it hurt?"

"They're sore," Jen said. "Miranda says they'll be better in a week or two."

"I remember you talking about getting a belly ring," Mike said. "But I don't remember you ever talking about getting your nipples pierced."

"That's right," Jen said. "Allie got hers pierced in college for a while, but I was never into it."

"So you really did it for Frank," Mike said, repeating what Jen had already admitted. Although this time there was a hint of excitement in his voice.

"I was high and drunk."

"But it's not like the belly ring," Mike said touching her nipples again. "You didn't want it, I didn't want it. You did it for Frank."

"I was fucked up," Jen said. She carefully said the next words, not wanting Mike to go crazy. "Frank took advantage of me. I've already told him that's not acceptable. I'll make sure he never does this again. I promise." Seeing the skepticism in Mike's face, she said "I really promise Mike. I swear."

Jen noticed Mike wasn't angry anymore. He was still hurt, probably jealous, but there was excitement there now. She paused, then said "Remember last night, you said doing things for Frank and not you turns you on?" She reached out and touched Mike's cock over his bathing suit. He was really hard. "Is this something like that?" she said softly squeezing his erection.

Mike didn't reply but Jen's felt his cock shudder. She got down on the floor, on her knees. She pulled off his bathing suit.

"No Jen," Mike said, stopping her as she was about to go down on him. "I'm still not sure how I feel about this."

"I know baby," Jen said pulling her long blonde hair to the side. "We can talk better though, if you're not distracted by this." She lowered her head and swallowed Mike into her mouth. She only sucked him for a few moments as she didn't want him to cum that way.

Jen got on the bed and pulled off her thong. She straddled Mike's hips. She saw something in his eyes. "What do you want baby?" she breathed into his ear. She knew he needed to say it, not her. Especially after what happened last night. And anyways, it was his fantasy.

"We better use a condom," Mike said, breathing hard.

"Okay, if that's what you want," Jen said. She kissed his cheeks and then his lips. "One of Frank's?"

"Yeah," Mike said.

Jen reached into their bag and pulled out the box of Durex condoms. Never taking her eyes from his, she opened the small package with her teeth and then rolled the extra thick condom on Mike's hard cock.

"How does that feel?" she asked as she stroked him with her hand.

"I can't feel much," Mike said truthfully.

"I think Frank wants to make sure only he cums inside me," Jen said, playing along with Mike's fantasies.

"Yeah," Mike said, his cock jerking in her hand. "He makes Hugh and Lou wear extra thick condoms?"

"No," Jen said. "They wear the normal kind. The ones that almost feel like skin."

"Frank's not worried about the condoms breaking?" Mike asked, his throat dry from excitement.

"I think it's more like, he doesn't want you to cum inside me," Jen said.

Mike was breathing hard as he looked into his wife's face. "Frank probably doesn't want my cock inside you at all," he said.

"That's not going to happen," Jen said. There was only so far she would go with Mike's fantasy. Or Frank's. She reached down and guided her husband into her.

"I love you. Only you," Jen told Mike, looking into his eyes. "I always want you inside me."

Even though Mike was small, she grimaced as she moved up and down on him. Noticing, Mike said "You're sore?"

Jen nodded but said "I'm okay."

"They fucked you hard?" Mike asked. When she nodded he asked "How much?"

"A lot," Jen admitted.

"Just your pussy?"

"Everywhere," Jen said. "But yeah, my pussy. I probably feel loose."

"Yeah," Mike said. He could barely feel her pussy walls. The Durex condom made it worse.

"Does that excite you?" Jen asked looking in his eyes.

"Yes," Mike said looking back into her eyes.

Jen hesitated, not certain if Mike was entirely into game playing. But then she said "They fucked my mouth too." As she said that she pressed her lips against his and pushed her tongue into his mouth. Mike groaned, and then grunted and came.

As she usually did, Jen took off the condom. She went into the bathroom to throw it away. Then she returned to bed, pulling the blankets up and snuggling into Mike's arms. Now he was holding her back. There were things still unresolved, but she felt like they were pass the bad parts.

As they snuggled Maggie knocked. "Anna's out like a light," she said hesitantly. She was relieved to see they weren't fighting anymore. "I'm kind of tired too. I think I'll take a nap."

"Can you listen for Anna?" Jen said. "We might go to the pool."

"Sure, I'll sleep on the sofa," Maggie said.

"You want to go to the pool?" Mike asked.

"We need to talk more," Jen said stroking his chest. "I saw there's a hot tub? It's looks kind of private."

"Yeah," Mike said, agreeing. He'd seen the hot tub too. Even though a few cabanas shared the pool and hot tub, the hot tub was mostly unused because it was off by itself.

They got into their bathing suits. Jen put on the pink one from the other day. Even though the pink bikini wasn't nearly as daringly revealing as the black ones she bought for Frank, the new nipple rings were clearly outlined in the cups of the top. Mike frowned, not sure how he felt about that.

Mike went into the kitchen for a bottle of chilled white wine and 2 wine glasses. Jen checked on Anna. Their baby was sound asleep, exhausted from the sun and playing in the water. Jen stroked her soft blonde hair and kissed her cheek.

Maggie was reading a magazine on the sofa. She glanced at Jen and did a double take. "Jen did you get your nipples pierced?" she asked surprised, looking at the dents in Jen's bikini top.

"Yeah," Jen admitted. "Last night."

"Oh my god Jen!" Maggie gushed. "You are so my hero!"

Jen couldn't help smiling.

"Can I see them?" Maggie asked eagerly.

Still smiling, Jen pulled down the cups. The 4 diamonds sparkled in the sunlight. "God they're beautiful!" Maggie gushed. "They match your belly ring. Frank gave them to you?"

"Yes," Jen said.

"You pierced your nipples for Frank?" Maggie asked.

Jen put a finger to her lips, glancing at the kitchen warily. Looking back at Maggie she nodded her head.

"How does Mike feel about that?" Maggie whispered.

Jen eyed her husband in the kitchen as he used a corkscrew to open the wine. "Still working on that," she whispered back. "Mags, don't tell anyone at work okay?" Maggie still temped sometimes at Jen's work.

"You got it boss lady," Maggie said, watching as her boss and mentor (and hero) fixed the bikini top to cover her nipples.

Cheating and Rivals – Part 29

(Part 5 – the last part – of the Caribbean vacay)

"Tell me what you're thinking," Jen said to Mike a few minutes later as they sat in the hot tub. They sat facing each other. There were a few families by the pool but they were alone at the moment in the hot tub.

"I'm wondering how far Frank's going to take things," Mike said.

"I don't know," Jen said. "It's up to us."

"I don't feel like I have any say in it," Mike said resentfully.

"Mike you have all the say," Jen said. "If you say stop we stop."

"Do you want to stop?" Mike asked. "I want you to be honest. Do you want to stop?"

Jen hesitated, then admitted, "... no I don't want to stop yet."

Mike looked hurt and disappointed but he wasn't surprised.

"I don't love Frank," Jen assured her husband, hurrying to explain. "I'm not even sure I like him sometimes. But he's pushing my boundaries and it's exciting. I kind of want to explore that."

"It's supposed to be our game," Mike said emphasizing the word "our."

"Mike, baby, most of what's happening is only exciting to me because of you," Jen said.

"What do you mean?"

"Like these," Jen said touching the dents in her bikini top made by the nipple rings. "I got them for Frank not you. That's kind of exciting." Jen moved closer to Mike. She was floating in the water, her hands on his thighs, her face close to his. "You get off on it too," she said looking into his eyes. "You said it last night. You said me doing things for Frank instead of you turns you on." Jen moved closer to Mike so now her lips almost touched his ear. "Cause you're a cuckold," she whispered.

Mike was breathing hard, his heart pounding. "There's got to be limits Jen," he said.

Jen pulled Mike's hand so he cupped her breast. There were people nearby but they were so close together no one could see. Mike could feel the nipple ring through the cup of Jen's bikini top. "They're temporary baby," she reminded him. "I can take them out and you won't be able to tell my nipples were ever pierced."

"So now you're saying you want to keep them," Mike said, his hand still cupping Jen's breast.

"Yes I want to keep them," Jen admitted. "For a little while."

"Because you're doing it for Frank," Mike said.

"Tell me that doesn't turn you on," Jen said. She reached into the leg of his bathing suit. He was rock hard. She wrapped her hand around his shaft. "Tell me that doesn't turn you on," she repeated, looking into his eyes as she slowly stroked him.

Mike pushed Jen's hand away. Jen was alarmed at first but them he pulled her to him so now she was sitting on his lap, straddling his thighs. Jen could feel his erection pressing against her pussy through her bottoms. Mike wrapped his arms around her waist. He stroked her ass under the bubbling hot water.

"They're pretty obvious," he said his eyes on her bikini top.

"Yeah," Jen agreed.

"What are you going to do?" Mike asked.

"I'll have to wear padded bras," Jen said.

"So Frank gets his bigger breasts after all," Mike said. But this time he said it more joking than being resentful. He even smiled.

"Yeah I guess," Jen said smiling back. She was relieved to see her husband smile. "Not really though. Maybe I'll be a B. Like in high school."

"When Colin made you wear padded bras?" Mike said. "I thought you hated that."

"I did," Jen said, remembering how wearing the padded bras for Colin back in high school hurt her self-esteem. But she didn't feel that way now. Well, she did. But now the humiliation turned her on. It was like those bad emotions from high school were now sexualized inside her. Voicing her thoughts, she said "But now, it's kind of a turn on. Like last night." She kissed him. "You're so my hero," she said.

"So you're definitely going to keep the nipple rings," Mike said, his mood turning dark again despite her kiss and praise. But Jen felt his cock still hard and pressing against her bottom.

"I think you want me to Mike," Jen said. "Frank excites you too. Like how you get off he's making you wear condoms. The extra thick condoms." Jen knew she was right when she felt his cock jerk.

"There's got to be limits Jen," Mike insisted.

Jen wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and kissed him. "Okay, what are the limits?" she asked, kissing him again.

"You can't cut your hair or dye it brown," Mike said.

Jen moved close so her soft blonde hair brushed against his cheek. "Okay I won't," she whispered into his ear. Under the water, she moved his hand so it pressed against her pussy over her bottoms. "I won't dye this brown either," she said. It was their inside joke. She didn't shave her pussy completely bare so he would know she was a natural blonde. "What else?"

"I like your breasts just as they are," Mike said. "No breast enhancement."

"Okay I'll keep my tiny tits," Jen said with a little giggle, kissing him on the cheek and then close to his ear. "What else baby?"

The next one made Mike the most agitated. "No tattoos," he said. Mike imagined Frank branding his wife's body. A small "F" tattoo on her wrist of her left hand so she saw it whenever she looked at her wedding rings. Except she couldn't take off the tattoo like her rings. "No tattoos," he repeated, his voice hard.

Jen sensed his agitation. "No tattoos baby," she agreed kissing him on the cheek again. She rubbed his neck and shoulders to relax him.

That wasn't enough for Mike, not after last night. He gave Jen a hard look. "If Frank tattooed you last night. If he ever does. I swear to god I'll kill him. You won't be able to stop me, his bodyguards won't be able to stop me. I'll kill him."

Jen stared at Mike, surprised by the intensity of his vow. She'd never seen this from Mike. This new side of Mike ... it scared her. It intrigued her too. But where did it come from? Was it solely a reaction to Frank? Or something else, like working for CAFT was influencing him? Jen really didn't know what Mike did at CATF. When she asked he said something vague like "I'm an analyst." She needed to find out more, but she knew this wasn't the right time.

"No tattoos baby, I promise," Jen said. "Frank wouldn't do that."

"Forgive me if I don't give a fuck what Frank would do or wouldn't do," Mike spat out bitterly.

Jen realized her error. As a marketing person, she knew effective communication was all about nuance. She quickly said "What I meant is, I wouldn't let him ink me no matter if I was fucked up or not. Because I know you hate that. And if I said no, Frank would back off. I have my safe word."