Cheating and Rivals Pt. 33

"I don't think so," Jen said. Honestly she hadn't thought about it. "I'm not bringing any dancewear."

"But Frank could give you that," Mike said. "Or maybe you'll just sing for them."

Jen could see Mike was agitated. Excited but seriously bothered. She rubbed his arm again. "What's wrong baby?"

"I want to be there when you audition," Mike said.

Jen could tell this was important to him. "Of course baby," she assured him, rubbing his arm again. "But I don't think it'll get that far."

Mike doubted that. He was sure Frank would make it happen. "I want to be there," he insisted.

"You will baby, I promise," Jen said. Mike was really agitated by this. She wasn't sure why but it was really important to him. Like her cheerleader outfit.

The memory got her scared. Being at the audition was really important to Mike. Jen truly meant what she said, that he would be there (if it really happened). But in the heat of the moment, would she break that promise too? Like her cheerleader outfit? Jen knew the answer was probably yes. Unless she could find a way to control herself.

"I want to talk about something," Jen said hugging his arm. "Something important."

Mike nodded. He waited for her to say something.

"I know I've been terrible lately," Jen said looking pained and regretful. "I should stop with Frank. And if you want me to I will. But honestly I don't want to. Not yet."

"I don't want you to stop either," Mike said. Frank was pushing both their boundaries. It was hard, painful sometimes. But so exciting too.

Also, he didn't blame Jen. Sex was a powerful drug. Just look at what happened to Jasmine. She wasn't nearly as sensual as Jen. Yet, Jasmine allowed her passions to almost destroy her life.

Jen was an extremely sensual girl. Once her nympho switch got turned on, she craved sex all the time. Mike knew he pushed her. He added combustible fuel to the passionate fires burning inside her. Add to that Frank, who was tapping into her submissive fantasies. When Jen was like this, she had a hard time controlling herself. Mike understood this. And, to be truthful, Mike liked it when his wife was like this. Because it fueled his own fantasies.

"But we have limits, remember?" Jen said hugging his arm. "Things we've talked about. And other things too. Things you don't have to tell me. I know they're limits."

Mike nodded, waiting.

"But I keep fucking up," Jen admitted, looking regretful and ashamed. "Like my cheerleader outfit."

Mike nodded again. The reminder was like a blow to his gut. But he didn't say anything, continuing to wait for Jen to make her point.

"So, I have an idea for trying to control things," Jen said. "We tried it before and it kind of worked then. So I think it'll work now. Keri and Jim do it. It helps them."

"What?" Mike asked.

Jen hesitated. She had a hard time saying it. Finally she blurted out "Maybe you should see another girl." She added, "A little."

Mike's jaw dropped. "Someone besides you? I don't want anyone else."

"It'll be like Claire," Jen said.

"That was fake."

"I know," Jen said. "But before I found out it was fake, it helped. I thought about you with Claire. It bothered me. So it cooled things down between me and Ricky. See? It's a way for me to control myself."

Mike stared at Jen. Was this what Maria said? If you want to break up with a guy, you set him up with another girl.

All his insecurities rushed to the surface. About why a gorgeous girl like Jenny Johnson would date and then marry a less-than-handsome geek like Mike Andrews. Especially since he had a small thin dick and couldn't give her the toe curling orgasms of men like Ricky and Scott.

Feeling like he was teetering on the abyss, Mike said "Jen if you want a divorce just come out and say it."

Jen's eyes opened wide and her jaw dropped. It was the first time Mike had ever said the D word. It sobered her. Completely.

"Mike I don't want a divorce," she said immediately. "This isn't about that. But never mind. It doesn't matter. I'm ending it with Frank. It's over." Jen hugged herself into Mike. She clung to him, her arms around his chest, her legs tangled with his. It was like she was trying to make them into a single person.

"I'm sorry," Mike said after a few moments.

"It's okay, it's not your fault, it's my fault," Jen said hugging him tighter. "Let's not talk about it anymore."

"Maybe we should," Mike said.

"I don't want to," Jen said. She wasn't being a martyr. She wasn't mad at Mike, or resentful, or being stubborn. But she was done with the game. If the game got to the point where someone said the D word, then it was over. She lost all interest in the game. Over. Done with. Caput.

"It can't end like this," Mike said. "You've got the rings. The bras."

"I'll take the rings out later and give them back to Frank," Jen said. "The bras too. Everything."

"Are you mad?"

"I'm not mad baby," Jen said honestly, tenderly holding Mike's face in her soft hands and looking into his eyes. "But saying the D word isn't acceptable to me. If you think I'm thinking that, then we have to stop. You see? I'm not saying we won't play again someday. But this game needs to stop right now."

Mike nodded, not knowing how he felt about that. After a few moments he asked "Who's the girl?"

Jen hesitated. She finally let Mike go and raised up on an elbow to look at him. She said "Allie."

Mike stared at Jen for a moment, then he started laughing. "Allie?" he said laughing hard. He laughed so much tears formed in his eyes.

Jen couldn't help smiling. "I'm sure she'll appreciate all the laughing," she said with a wry grin.

"I just ...," Mike said, shaking his head as his laughter finally died out. "Allie, god ...," he said with wonder, not able to stop smiling. Allie Oh La La and him. They hated each other. Okay, maybe not hate, but far from like. It was like the biggest joke ever.

"Why not Allie?" Jen said smiling now, getting into the spirit of it. "Don't tell me she's not hot. I've seen you look mister. And she's freaking awesome in bed. Trust me."

"You would know," Mike said giving Jen a mischievous knowing grin.

"Yes I would know, jerk," Jen said, giving Mike a playful scowl and punching him in the stomach.

"So Allie was Frank's idea?" Mike asked.

"No Frank wants to set you up with a Juliet chick," Jen told him. "You'd love her. She looks like Jasmine Kelly. Except she's younger, prettier, has bigger tits and doesn't dye her hair blonde. Your basic nightmare. But she's nice which makes it worse."

Mike nodded slowly. He was pretty sure Jasmine was a natural blonde but he didn't say that of course. And given recent events, he had a hard time thinking about Jasmine in sexual terms. "So, this was Frank's idea?" Mike asked.

Jen shook her head. "Keri's actually," she said. Then she admitted "But Frank's all over it."

"Of course he is," Mike thought to himself. "Get me out of the way so he has more time with my wife." He wasn't sure whether to be flattered or pissed that they talked so much behind his back.

Jen read his thoughts and conceded "Frank wasn't worried about you." She gave Mike a weak smile. "But I was. I swear to god Mike. This wasn't like what Maria said."

Jen reflected that Maria was causing her a lot of trouble. WTF? They were supposed to be sorta friends. Girls didn't do that to other girls.

Jen continued, saying "I mean, if I was really trying to break up, would I pick Allie? I'd pick Juliet. I picked Allie because I know she won't try to take you away from me. I trust her. Juliet is nice but I don't know her that well. I don't really know her at all."

"I just needed to make sure," Mike said.

"I get that honey."

"I'm sorry I said divorce," Mike said.

"You better be," Jen said, frowning at him.

"But I don't want to stop playing the game," Mike said. "I'm not ready for that. And I know you aren't either."

"I don't know Mike," Jen said uncertainly.

"You say you're exploring things with Frank," Mike said. "I'm exploring things too, with you. Like you doing things for Frank and not me. Denying me things. With other guys, it's always exciting. But you're too nice sometimes. Remember those times with Jamie, when you were mean to me?"

"That got you so hot," Jen said grinning at the memory.

"Got you hot too," Mike pointed out with a smile.

"Okay, guilty," Jen said with a laugh.

Remembering how Jim said it, Mike said "That was like Cuckold 101. What you're doing now is a lot hotter."

"Okay," Jen said with another laugh. Then getting serious, she admitted "It gets me hot too. Really hot. It's like, I'm a bottom with Frank. But a top with you. And that gets me really hot. I guess I like controlling you." Jen laughed again as if needing to ease the tension. Then she got serious again and said "I like it you're my sub. You're my sub, you know that right?"

Mike didn't answer. But there was lust written across his face. Jen's too. "That's okay baby," Jen whispered. Her voice was husky from excitement. She pushed her finger into Mike's mouth. "You don't have to say it. We both know."

Mike was breathing hard. His eyes drifted to Jen's legs. Her feet.

Jen followed Mike's eyes. She was still in her work clothes. "Oh that's right," she said. "I'm not wearing high heels for you anymore." She tossed off the high heels. "Or stockings," she added, running her smooth shapely calf over Mike's hand so he felt her bare, stocking-less legs.

"At least I'm saving money," Mike joked.

"Yes you are," Jen said, pulling his hands to her legs. "So you won't buy stockings anymore? To save money?"

"No, I'll buy all the stockings you want," Mike said, his voice dry from excitement.

"But I don't need stockings now do I?" Jen asked, running her bare foot up his chest. Mike's hands were still on her firm thigh, slightly under her dress.

"No," Mike said, his voice throaty.

"Because I'm not wearing stockings anymore," Jen said, running her bare foot up Mike's neck, her pedicured toenails scrapping along his skin. "You love them, but Frank doesn't."

"Yeah," Mike said.

"Yeah what baby?"

"You're not wearing stockings because that's what Frank wants," Mike said.

"That's right baby," Jen cooed, running the sole of her bare foot across Mike's mouth and cheeks. "God this is getting me so hot," she said delightedly. She pulled up her dress and tugged at Mike's hair. "Eat me baby. My cucky boy. Eat me."

Mike enthusiastically pulled off Jen's panties. They were moist with her excitement. He got on the floor on his knees and pulled her forward so her butt was just on the edge of the sofa. He opened her legs and lowered his head. He worked this magic on her excited pussy and clit.

"Oh yeah baby, yeah," Jen moaned. Mike was soooo good at this! She felt an orgasm approaching.

But then she remembered Frank's command. To make herself cum even when Mike went down on her. To deny her husband the satisfaction of giving her an orgasm. The thought got Jen even more hot!

"Wait baby, wait," Jen said, pushing Mike's head away and squeezing her legs together. She reached into her bag. She felt around until she found it. "Frank gave me this," she told Mike showing him the metal vibrator. "See it's about as big as you baby," she said with a giggle. She saw Mike was breathing hard, cuckold lust in his eyes. He was loving this.

"You're not allowed to make me cum baby," Jen said, running the vibrator over his lips. "Frank says so."

"I can't make you cum?" Mike said, dumbly repeating her words.

"No honey, you can't," Jen said tenderly stroking his face. She teased "I don't need you for that anymore. I've got Frank. And this little thing."

Mike looked like a hurt puppy. But still there was lust in his eyes and across his face.

"You can help though," Jen offered. "Lick my pussy baby. But not my clit." She opened her legs and pulled Mike's face down to her sex. But then Jen had a better idea. An inspiration. "Do something for me honey," she said eagerly, her eyes wide with anticipation. "Lick my ass. Will you do that for me baby?"

"Yeah, yeah," Mike said excitedly. He was panting now.

Mike pulled Jen further off the sofa. Holding her behind the knees, he spread her wide and lifted her up. Then he eagerly went down on her asshole, licking around and over, reveling in the sweet bitter muskiness.

"Oh god yeah, yeah," Jen moaned. She loved ass play. She always had, but even more lately with Frank's finger, and being DPed by Hugh and Lou. But it was best with Mike. Her sweet husband's tongue. He'd do anything for her! God she loved it! It was so hot!

Jen twisted the vibrator, turning it on. She rubbed it against her excited clit. Oh god! Mike's tongue in her ass and the vibrator on her clit. This was nirvana! Moments later she exploded in a massive orgasm!

Her body shuddered with orgasmic aftershocks. Then she giggled, both delighted and embarrassed by her brazen, naughty behavior. She pulled Mike to her and lavished his lips and face with kisses. She pushed her tongue into his mouth, swirling his tongue with hers. She was crazy for him!

Jen yanked off his pants and climbed onto his lap. "Oh I know what to do with cucky boys," she playfully teased with a taunting smile. She got a Durex condom and ripped the package open with her teeth. She rubbed the condom across his face. "Feel it Mike," she said teasingly. "With this on your little cock your sperm will never get inside me." She kissed up Mike's cheek to his ear. "What do you think of that baby? Do you like that?"

"God yeah," Mike groaned. He was so hot his body was practically shaking.

"So only Frank's sperm gets inside me?" Jen teased even more. "You like that baby?"

"Oh god yeah," Mike moaned.

Jen smiled at him. "I thought so," she said with a giggle. She rolled the condom on Mike's cock. Then she guided him into her. "I know what you want to hear," she said looking into his eyes. "I can barely feel you. There's no way I'll cum. It's true too. Frank takes all my horniness."

"Oh gawd!" Mike cried as he came.

A little later Mike and Jen were snuggling in bed. They were on their sides, looking at each other. "Was that too much?" Jen asked.

"Don't ask," Mike said kissing her lips. "You can tell when it's too much, right?"

"Yeah," Jen said. She could tell when he got bad hurt.

"So don't ask," Mike said again.

"Okay," Jen said smiling at him. She liked it better that way too.

"I don't want you to stop with Frank," Mike said. "Not yet."

"... I don't either," Jen hesitantly admitted. "But I don't want us talking about breaking up or divorce again. I don't want that. I can't handle talking about it."

"Okay," Mike said, kissing Jen again. "I don't want anyone but you."

"I know. It's for me," Jen assured him. It wasn't just to control herself. That was the main reason. But there was emotional drama that went with her side of the game. Maybe it would be good if Mike got a taste of that. Because he needed to control himself too.

With a frown, Mike asked "What happens now?"

Jen said "I guess the plan is I'll go out with Frank. And you and Anna will go to the Hamptons. Anna can play with DJ, she'll love that. And you and Allie can talk a little."

"I can't imagine Allie," Mike said dubiously. "There's no way."

"This weekend is just talking," Jen assured him. She laughed anxiously as she added "I can't imagine it either. I have to get used to the idea. But nothing's going to happen this weekend. Just talk."

Mike nodded, thinking about it. He was always back and forth with the game. With some bitterness he said "So Frank gets you for the weekend. Again."

"We'll be back together Sunday night," Jen assured him.

"He gets you all Saturday and all Sunday," Mike said.

"Not all," Jen said. "Saturday night, a little Sunday. Mostly I'll be here."

"Alone?"

"Yes baby, alone," Jen assured him, squeezing his hand. "Don't worry honey. I won't be with Frank much."

Mike frowned. He doubted that. Maybe that's what Jen believed. But once Frank got his hands on her ...

Jen sensed Mike's concerns. She saw he already forgot all about Allie. That comforted her. Part of her – a big part -- hoped Mike and Allie's hanging out would turn into a platonic friendship, like with Claire.

The thing was though, she knew Allie. When the curvy brunette tried – and really Allie didn't have to try too hard -- she could be irresistible to men. Mike didn't know that part of Allie because she never tried with him. Also, Allie was new. Jen of all people understood the power of NRE.

Jen saw the benefits of Mike spending some time with Allie. But she wanted to make sure her husband's big head and little head both remained firmly focused on her.

And Jen knew how. How to raise the stacks in their game to make sure Mike's thoughts and attention stayed on her even while he was with Allie.

"So, I saw Paige the other day," she began. "She told me something."

"What?" Mike asked. The Hamptons and Allie were completely forgotten.

"She thinks Frank might be sterile," Jen said. "It happened after his wife died. He got sick, there were complications. She heard Frank talking to the doctor."

Mike was silent, processing this. Finally he said "You think Frank told Paige to tell you that?"

"I thought of that. I don't think so. Not the way it came up," Jen said. "Paige told me she's not sure. It's just something she heard."

"Do you think he is?" Mike asked.

"I don't know," Jen said. "I guess it's possible."

Mike was again silent as he took all this in. Jen reached out and squeezed his bad leg. As she frequently did (at least once a day) she began massaging him. She asked, "So ... you still want me to push your boundaries?"

Mike immediately got hard. "Like what?" he asked excitedly.

Jen gave him a knowing smile. She said "Like ... do you want me to go off the pill?"

Mike's eyes went wide. "Are you going to tell Frank?"

"No, only we'll know," Jen said, still massaging his leg. She edged her hands higher up his thigh towards his cock. She saw he was hard again. "I'll make him pull out or use condoms when it's dangerous."

Mike's breathing caught at her words. "And if he's sterile it won't matter anyway," he said, his voice hoarse from excitement.

"Exactly baby," she said, her hands moving to cup his erection. She softly massaged him there.

"How long will we play?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Until you say stop," Jen said smiling mischievously at him. "Until then though, you have to use condoms. Every time." She leaned down and kissed her husband's erection. "That's what you want, right baby?"

"Yeah, yes," Mike said. He was practically panting now. "You said Frank cums where he wants."

"Frank's just a guy, I can handle him," Jen said confidently. She looked into Mike's eyes and stroked his face. "If something does happen you'll be there right Mike?"

"Yeah, I'll always be there baby," Mike promised looking back into his wife's eyes. "I'll always love you Jen."

"I need you to say that a lot," Jen said, insecurity creeping into her voice. At that moment, she was more thinking about the Allie game than the pregnancy game. She was more worried about the former than the latter. Pulling Mike on top of her, she said "Make love to me baby."

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Jen took off work Friday to spend the day with Anna. Then on Saturday morning, she helped Mike finish packing. She was nervous and conflicted about sending her daughter to the beach without her, and her husband to another woman.

Mike sensed his wife's unease. "We don't have to do this," he offered. "We'll stay here. You can still go out with Frank and sleep over."

Jen gave Mike a weak smile. It was tempting, to have her cake and eat it too. But she knew how that would turn out. Actually, the fact she was so uneasy meant this was working. "No, you should go," Jen said squeezing his hand. "Anna's looking forward to playing with DJ. And Allie's lonely. She'll like the company."