Cheating and Rivals Pt. 36-37

"You were right to get mad at me. I was terrible," Jen conceded, her voice still soft and loving. "But you know how the game works. I'm with other men. I do things. I'm not saying it's right. But remember back then? You wanted to play the game again. You wanted me to hook up with Gary, or someone else. Remember?"

"Yes, I remember," Mike said. (Author's note: See He Fucked My Girl Part 10.)

Jen kissed him. She said "So I let myself fall for someone. Scott. It went too fast and I lied to you. I was wrong. But you see how it happened? It was because I was playing the game."

"Yeah, I see," Mike admitted.

Jen kissed him again. She was still stroking him. She took her hand off, and Mike watched as she licked spit on her hand. Then she wrapped her hand around his shaft again. With the lubrication she held him tighter. Now her hand felt like a soft pussy.

"Does this feel good?" Jen whispered as she stroked up and down.

"Yeah but I don't want to cum yet," Mike said, his eyelids heavy with lust.

"I won't let you," Jen said. She squeezed his balls and grinned at him. He grinned back.

"Baby you know how insecure I am," she said earnestly, looking into his eyes as she slowly stroked him. "And after you were in jail ... I can't handle it Mike. I need to know where you are. You can't disappear. That's torture. I can't handle it. Especially if you have Anna with you. You promised me Mike. You'll always be there. Remember?"

"Yes," Mike said. Now he was feeling like an ass.

"Do you still promise that?"

"Yes, I promise," Mike said solemnly.

"So?" Jen said.

"So?" Mike said, not understanding.

"Now you say you're sorry baby," Jen said smiling at him. "Then I'll let you inside me."

"I have to say I'm sorry to get inside you?" Mike said with a grin.

"Yep, because you're my cucky sub," Jen said with a playful giggle. Grinning at him, she said "So say you're sorry honey. Or this is all you get." She squeezed his shaft with her hand.

Jen was playing but Mike sensed she was serious. If he didn't apologize he'd only get her hand. But he didn't mind saying sorry. Because he WAS sorry. He was wrong. Their game was out there. Shit happened sometimes. Yes she lied. But she lied to spare his feelings. And was it really that big a lie anyway?

"I'm sorry," Mike said.

"Do you really mean it, or do you just want to get inside me?" Jen asked grinning at him.

"Both," Mike said with a laugh. Jen giggled. Smiling and beaming into his eyes, she undressed him. She caressed and kissed all over his body. She was careful to stay away from his penis so he wouldn't accidentally shoot off.

Then Jen took off her clothes. "Don't get upset baby," she said as she revealed her body to him. Her body was covered with bruises. There were hickeys on her neck and shoulders. "I'll be better soon," she promised him. She knew she would. She was already looking a lot better from that morning. Mike scowled but didn't say anything. He would talk to Frank tomorrow.

Jen got on top of him, straddling his hips. "Condom Mike," she told him.

Mike reached into the bedside table for a Durex condom. She noticed there were 2 full boxes there. Reading her thoughts, he said "I bought more."

"Good," Jen said with a nod, smiling at him and tenderly running her fingertips across his cheek. She ripped the square foil package with her teeth and rolled the extra thick condom on her husband's shaft.

"Did Frank cum inside you?" Mike asked excitedly.

"Yes," Jen said. She lowered herself on Mike's cock, being careful because she was really sore. "Twice."

"He came a lot?"

"He always cums a lot," Jen said, moving up and down on him.

"You're off the pill?" Mike asked, cuckold lust in his eyes.

"Yesterday and today baby," Jen said. She reminded him, "You threw them out."

"You didn't buy more?"

"No," Jen said with a laugh. He was so obsessed with this. She grinned at the extra excitement in Mike's eyes from the possibilities and risks. She pulled his hands to her firm, flat tummy. "I let him cum inside me because the pill's still working."

"How long?" Mike asked. How long would the after-effects of the pill protect her?

"A few days. After that it gets risky," Jen said as she slowly rocked on him. Thinking about her cycle, she said "I'll have to be a little careful next weekend."

"A little?"

"It won't be too dangerous," she told him. "Not next weekend."

Mike nodded, his breath catching at her words. He asked "You're going out with Frank next weekend?"

"Yes Mike," Jen said. She wasn't asking him. She was telling him. That's where they were now. She said "And I want you to go out with Allie."

"I'm not interested," Mike told her.

That's what Jen wanted to hear! But she didn't say that of course. "Maybe we'll go on a double date," she suggested. "You'd like that right?"

"Yes!" Mike said immediately, his eyes going wide. Seeing Jen interacting with her boyfriend was always a big turn on.

"That's what we'll do then," Jen said smiling at him. She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and they kissed as they made love.

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"Is everything okay?" Allie asked the next morning, hesitantly poking her head into Jen's office.

"I should spank you," Jen said giving her best friend the evil eye.

"Oh baby," Allie said with a pretend moan. She turned around and wiggled her butt. Both girls laughed.

Grinning, Allie plopped herself into the comfy chair in front of Jen's desk. She asked "So bubble boy's okay?"

"He about gave me a nervous breakdown, but yeah I think we're okay," Jen said grimacing at the memory. "You have to be more careful Allie."

"God Jen your life is so complicated I'll have to write notes on my hand," Allie said sarcastically.

"Like you're any different?" Jen shot back.

Allie shrugged, knowing Jen was right.

"Just don't talk about me when you're with him," Jen suggested.

"Jen, god, all he wants to do is talk about you," Allie scoffed. Jen smiled at that.

Allie grinned and said "It's kind of cute. Obsessive but cute. Or demented. It's like you're married to your stalker."

Jen laughed.

"Mike talks about heavy stuff though," Allie said, the smile going away.

"Like what?"

"Like, maybe you and Mike need to talk more," Allie said. "Or get therapy."

Jen frowned, looking worried. "What did he say?"

"He thinks about when you cheated on him," Allie said looking reluctant, like she didn't want to get into the middle of this. "He asked, if you didn't play your game, if I thought you'd cheat on him again."

"God," Jen lamented, looking distressed. "What did you say?"

"What was I supposed to say Jen?" Allie said. She shrugged. "I didn't say anything. I mean, I had your back. But the less said the better, you know?"

They were silent for long moments. Then, looking at Jen, Allie asked "What happened to your face?"

The swelling and bruises were mostly gone but not quite. "It got rough Saturday night," Jen said.

Allie looked concerned. She said "Jen, I like it rough too, but -."

"I know," Jen said.

"Are you sure - what's his name, Frank? - are you sure you should be with him?" Allie asked with the concerned look still on her face.

Jen shrugged. She wasn't sure about anything, especially now that she knew what Mike was thinking. Not just about Frank but playing the game entirely. But still ... she wasn't ready to end things with Frank. "You know back in college?" Jen said. "At night. Sometimes we talked about our fantasies?"

"Yeah," Allie said with a smile, remembering those times. As roommates in college they often talked late into the night, laying in their beds in the dark, talking about everything, their parents, boyfriends, high school, dreams, and sometimes their sexual fantasies.

"Well, Frank brings out my inner slut," Jen said.

"That's not too hard," Allie joked with a laugh.

Jen grinned. Then she looked hesitant. "Remember I told you my fantasies of being forced?" she said looking embarrassed.

"Your rape fantasies," Allie said with a shrug. There were all kinds of different fantasies. Her manta was, whatever floats your boat as long as you don't hurt anyone else. She knew Jen felt the same way.

Jen nodded. "Frank makes it feel real," she said. "Even though I know it's not. Even though I have a safe word, and I can stop it whenever I want, it feels real."

"How's he do that?"

"I don't know, it's just ...," Jen said, going red faced and giving an embarrassed laughed. "He's really controlling. So when I'm with him I feel like I have to do what he says. And he's not the one. He gets other guys to do me. That's what makes it feel really real. Like if it was your boyfriend doing it, no matter how good he was at acting, you'd know it wasn't really real. But other guys doing it, it feels real. Saturday it was 4 guys I didn't even know. They were gross. But, well, you know ..."

"That's how you got the bruises?" Allie asked.

Jen nodded. "It was hot Allie," she said as if still awestruck by it all. "It's kind of scary."

"Well, yeah," Allie said with a "duh" tone of voice. "Getting raped is scary."

"No, not that," Jen said. "I mean, yeah, that. But scary how much I get off on it. Frank does things, he puts me into situations. Not just rape, other things. They're all really hot."

"Do you have sex with Frank or just other men?" Allie asked.

"With Frank too," Jen said. There was a delighted sparkle in her eyes. "He's really good. God Allie, he's so freaking thick."

"Okay, tmi," Allie said with a laugh, holding out her hands in playful surrender. She and Jen had both been wild in college, after college too. Allie was still certainly no nun, but she felt like she was calming down. It seemed like, though, that Frank was tapping into Jen's slutty wild side.

"So you're Frank's submissive slut?" Allie said with a grin, knowing Jen's sub-space fantasies.

Jen grinned. Then she shivered as she remembered the other night. "I wasn't even attracted to the guys," she said as if reveling in the memory from Saturday night. "They were horrible. But that made it feel real too."

"God Jen," Allie said shaking her head. Four men. That was pushing it even for Jen (or her).

Jen read her best friend's thoughts. She said "I know it's really slutty."

"Ya think?" Allie said with a laugh.

Jen laughed back. She shrugged and said "Frank brings out the worse in me. But, it's not like I just did 4 guys. It was the situation. You know?"

Allie nodded. She got it. Jen had always had a submissive streak. It kind of went along with her insecurities of being deserted, her need to be wanted, desired, loved. It probably started with her abusive, neglectful father. Parents could so fuck up their children. And it probably explained why Jen always went with uber-confident, controlling, alpha men. Or maybe it was the other way around. Chicken and egg. Who knew with such things?

So Allie got it. It was Jen's sub-space and her rape fantasy. Four men she didn't know made it feel real. Still ... "Aren't you worried about disease?" she asked.

"Frank always makes them use condoms," Jen said. She imagined if they took her bare. Shot off inside her. God that would make it feel even more real. She shuddered at the thought. But no. She had herself and her family to worry about. She said "I'd make them if he didn't."

"That's good," Allie said. "I guess I get it. Frank's pushing your boundaries."

"Yeah. I mean, we've got Anna now," Jen said. "Mike wants another one. I do too I guess. We have to stop playing eventually. Frank might be the last one. Yeah, he's really pushing my boundaries. No one's done it like him. I guess I want to experience that a little more before we stop."

Allie nodded. She understood. No way Mike could give her this. He treated her like his queen. And it wasn't his personality to get rough and nasty. So Jen was getting off on Frank making her fantasies come true. But if this really was Jen's thing, could she really just turn it off with Frank?

"So you think Frank will just go away?" Allie asked, voicing her concern. "If he's that controlling ..."

"He'll get tired of me," Jen said with a shrug. That was Frank's history. He went through lovers like a little boy through toys.

"What if he doesn't Jen?" Allie was with an incredulous laugh, as if saying "you haven't thought of that?"

"And what?" Allie continued. "You're just going cold turkey on your fantasies? What about Mike? You think he's going to stop?"

"We'll probably keep doing something," Jen admitted with a shrug. "Maybe we'll go to Vegas sometimes, or AC. I don't know. We'll have to talk about it. But it'll be less intense. Not as dangerous. Don't you see? This is our chance to push the boundaries."

"You're pushing your boundaries," Allie said, emphasize your. "What about Mike?"

"Well, he's got you now right?" Jen joked, grinning at her.

"Yeah right Jen," Allie said rolling her eyes. "Mike looked like a lost puppy with you not there."

Jen smiled. That's what she wanted to hear. "You hooked up with RH?" she asked with a grin.

"Yeah," Allie said, grinning back. "I wasn't going to. But Mike talked me into it. One of those "get back on the horse" speeches. He was really sweet."

Jen frowned and pursed her lips. After a moment she dismissively said "Yeah, well, whatever." It was clear she didn't want to talk about Mike being "sweet" with her.

"Anyways, I'm making sure it's good for Mike," Jen said. As if wanting to make sure Allie knew her place, she added "He is my husband after all."

"Okay," Allie said with an awkward laugh, feeling the sudden tension. Then she got melancholy as she realized how Jen was making it hot for Mike. She said "Let me guess. Pregnancy."

Jen realized her mistake. It was that same fantasy (from the other side) that was tearing Allie's marriage apart. "Sorry," she said looking apologetic.

Allie shrugged. She said "Tell me what you're doing."

Jen hesitated. She felt stupid, she shouldn't have brought it up. But now she had to talk about it. She hesitantly said "... I went off the pill."

Allie eyes went wide. "God Jen," she said disapprovingly. In a derisive voice she said "Do you seriously think the rhythm method will keep you safe?"

"Allie, I said I'm off the pill," Jen pointed out. "I didn't say I'm not using birth control."

"What?"

"You know men," Jen said. "It's the pill, IUDs or condoms. That's all they know."

Allie couldn't help grinning. "So what? And bubble boy doesn't know?"

"No, he thinks I'm unprotected," Jen said grinning conspiratorially at her best friend.

"What are you using?" Allie asked.

"The sponge," Jen said with a "what else?" shrug. IUDs weren't an option. She tried it before and got debilitating cramps and migraines. Same with shots. She didn't want to use a diaphragm. Frank would notice (he was big). And Mike would obviously notice a patch. She always had luck with sponges. She used them in college. No allergic reactions and no babies (even though she and Colin did it all the time). On top of that sponges lasted all night. Jen felt comfortable and secure with sponges. So sponges it was. Jen already had a stash in her purse. For her date with Frank this weekend.

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Frank was working in the den of his penthouse when his phone rang. "Yes?" he said impatiently. He despised being interrupted.

"Frank, this is Mike," Mike said. "You hit Jen in the face this weekend. That better never happen again."

Frank composed himself. He could be charming when he wanted to be. "Good morning to you too Mike," he said with a good natured chuckle. "Have a good weekend?"

"I'm not joking Frank," Mike said sternly.

Frank didn't think a lot of Mike. His role in Liberty-gate had been somewhat admirable. But clumsy too since it resulted in jail time and loss of his fortune and livelihood. Also - and more importantly - what man knowingly gives his wife to another man? Especially a better man?

But, Frank was not one to act rashly. Mike still had influence over Jenny. It would be foolish to alienate Mike before his hold over Jenny was complete.

"Mike, I assure you, I was not the one who slapped her," Frank said. "And I stopped the slapping once it began. I, like you, consider Jenny an extremely beautiful girl. I would never do anything that might mar her beauty."

Frank's reasonableness surprised Mike, and also deflated his anger somewhat. Gathering himself, he said firmly "I want you to stop calling Jen a slut. She's not a slut. She might be acting that way but that's because of the situation. It's not really her."

"Mike, listen to yourself," Frank said with another good natured chuckle. "You agree Jenny acts like a slut. Yet you insist she isn't a slut. Where is the line between acting like a slut, and being a slut?"

Mike didn't respond at once as there wasn't an easy answer to that. Pressing his advantage, Frank said "Mike, let me assure you. I find Jenny to be a captivating girl. Do labels really matter? Jenny is what she is. Must we debate it?"

"Yes, labels matter," Mike said. He didn't want his wife to think of herself as a slut. It was a slippery slope that could lead to bad things. It could hurt Jen's psyche, her self-esteem.

Jen had worked really hard to be more than just her good looks. She studied hard in college and was making a name for herself in her job. If Jen thought of herself as a slut - what Frank wanted - she might regress back to the way she was before they met in college, when she thought her only redeeming qualities were her pretty face and sexy body. Mike knew that would not be good for Jen's long term happiness.

"She's my wife Frank," Mike said. "You need to respect my wishes."

"Of course she's your wife," Frank said. At the moment. But Jenny was becoming more his every day. He was already Jenny's primary sex partner; was Mike even a factor in that anymore? It would be a longer process to win Jenny's heart and loyalties. Frank knew that. But he knew Jenny already had feelings for him. He was a patient man. And he always won. Always.

"Say you agree Frank," Mike insisted.

"Mike, let's not play childish games," Frank said. He had to be civil to Mike. For now. But he was quickly losing his patience.

Mike frowned. Frank needed to understand he was serious. So he said, "Frank, you better leave the building. The fire alarm."

"What?" Frank said. At that moment the fire alarm began howling through the building.

"But you can't leave, because the door's locked," Mike said.

Frank frowned into the phone. With the fire alarm clanging, he walked to the door. He tried turning the knob. It was locked. "What have you done?" Frank asked Mike, fear creeping into his voice.

"Never hit my wife again," Mike said into the phone. "Stop calling her a slut. Next time it'll be real." Then he hung up. Instantly the fire alarm stopped and the door clicked open.

Frank looked at his phone for long moments. He forced away the fear. Fear was for the weak. For losers. Frank was a winner. Fear was not part of his vocabulary. Certainly not fear of Mike Andrews.

Frank had to admit, he underestimated Mike Andrews. That would never happen again.

Frank called Lou. Lou used to be fairly high level at the CIA. "I'd like you to use your contacts," Frank told his bodyguard. "I want to know everything there is to know about Mike Andrews."

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Jen was bothered after Allie left. Mike was "sweet" to her? She didn't like hearing that. Normally it was okay, like if a girlfriend said "Hey, Mike was sweet the other day, he helped me set up my wifi." That was okay because it was being sweet in a platonic way. But Mike and Allie had been on an unofficial "date." In that context Jen didn't like hearing about Mike being "sweet" to Allie.