Cheating and Rivals Pt. 36-37

Jen also still felt bad about lying to Mike. Especially given what Mike said to Allie. So Jen called Maggie to babysit. She and Mike needed alone time to talk more.

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Later that day Jen's iPhone rang. "Jenny it's me, Miranda," Miranda said.

"Oh Miranda, god," Jen said surprised. "How are you?"

"I'm wonderful! I just wanted to thank you," Miranda gushed. "About Johnny."

"Johnny?" Jen said not understanding.

"You don't know?" Miranda said. "Johnny's working with me at Body Art. We're dating. I know, I'm older. But we have a connection, you know? Anyway, Frank's leaving me and Johnny alone. He said it's because of you." Miranda laughed and added "He said something like, he doesn't want to fuck with people who don't want to be fucked with. He actually apologized. Can you believe it? Frank Tower apologizing."

"Wow," Jen said shocked. She couldn't believe it.

"Anyway, I just wanted to thank you," Miranda said a big smile in her voice. "Johnny and I are so happy! If you ever need anything - and I mean anything Jenny - just call us."

Jen stared at her phone a long time after hanging up with Miranda. Wow. Frank Tower did something nice without asking for anything in return. And he did it because of her. That thought made Jen smile and feel good.

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Jen got home a little after 5. "Mommmiieeee!" Anna squealed leaping into her arms.

"You're home early," Mike said, smiling at her.

"I thought maybe we'll go to dinner, just you and me," Jen said smiling at her husband.

"Great," Mike said his smile growing bigger.

"Maggie's coming to babysit Anna," Jen told her daughter.

"Cool beans!" Anna said with delight.

Mike grinned. "You can tell she was around Allie this weekend," he said. Allie said "cool beans" a lot, just like Jen said "freaking."

"Yeah I guess," Jen said feeling bothered by that.

"You went to the gym?" Mike asked seeing Jen in jeans and her hair up.

"Yeah I took an early dance class," Jen said, pulling up her casual top to show Mike the leotard underneath. She kicked off her sneakers and sat down on the floor with Anna and played ABCs and numbers. "I'll need the practice if I take the Broadway gig."

"So that might really happen?" Mike asked. He felt excited and anxious about the possibility, and also bothered. Last night they didn't get a chance to talk about her dinner with Frank's Broadway friends. Did she audition, breaking her promise?

"I didn't audition," Jen assured him, reading his thoughts. "Not really. We'll talk about it later baby, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," Mike agreed. He studied her face, tenderly touching her chin. The swelling and bruises were gone. She looked normal again.

"Am I pretty again?" she asked. She said it like a joke but Mike heard a little hesitation, like she was worried. He was right, Jen was worried about it. Her biggest fear was losing her looks and guys saying "Remember when Jen used to be hot?"

"You're always beautiful," Mike said reassuringly. After working out, Jen always had a glow about her. And she looked so young with her blonde hair up in a high ponytail. She had fresh lipstick on (making her lips look wet). He never tired of looking at her, she was so gorgeous. "You look incredible now," he gushed.

Jen smiled widely and beamed into his eyes.

Mike's eyes moved down Jen's slim legs to her feet. She was clearly wearing dance tights under her skinny jeans. Mike had a major foot and leg fetish and he loved seeing his wife in tights and hose. He especially liked it when Jen wore tights (or pantyhose) under jeans. He felt himself stiffening as he looked at Jen's slim pretty feet in tights.

Mike sat down on the floor with Jen and Anna. He took Jen's slim tights-clad feet into his hands. He rubbed them and acted like all he was doing was giving his wife a foot massage. Jen ignored him and continued to play with Anna, but she knew what he was doing of course. As Anna played with numbers, Jen moved some letter blocks around. It spelt "bad boy." She gave Mike a playful smirk and pulled her feet away. Her message was clear. Stockings and legwear were off limits to him. She reserved those things for Frank (although she usually went bare legged for him as that was his preference). At this point Mike was rock hard in his pants.

"I'll make Anna's dinner," Mike said, feeling uncomfortable having a hard-on while playing with his daughter.

"Good idea," Jen said with a laugh. She had a delighted teasing sparkle in her eyes.

Maggie arrived a little while later. Jen played with Anna a little more then joined Mike in the kitchen. She hugged him from behind. She rubbed her tights-clad foot across his ankle on the bare skin above his socks. "Guess you haven't felt this for a while," she whispered into his ear.

"No," he said, his breathing quickening.

"Miss it?"

"Yes," he said, the one word coming out like a moan. Jen giggled. She had almost forgotten how much fun it was to tease her husband.

Anna and Maggie ate, then they went to a movie. That gave Mike and Jen alone time. "Come on," Jen said, taking his hand and leading him into their bedroom. "Take off your clothes," she told him.

Mike's clothes were off in just a few seconds. He looked eagerly at her. Jen said "Turn around." Mike was disappointed. He wanted to see Jen in the tights. Jen saw his disappointed and giggled. "Turn around baby," she said playfully, but firmly. Reluctantly, Mike turned around. Jen quickly undressed, denying Mike even a second of seeing her in the dance tights. She pulled him into the shower.

As warm water splashed them, Jen took a bar of soap and lathered Mike's body. "You played with yourself in the Hamptons?" she asked. She already knew the answer of course.

"Yes," he said. "Thinking about you."

"You mean, thinking about me with Frank. Right baby?" she said, correcting him.

It was funny the way Mike was wired. Just earlier that day he'd argued with Frank. Now though, Jen's relationship with Frank turned him on. It was easier though, because Mike felt like he had put Frank in his place. Maybe that was too strong a way of putting it (Mike wasn't foolish enough to think anyone could put Frank Tower "in his place.") It was probably better to say that Mike and Frank had reached an understanding. It was simple enough. Frank either stayed within Mike's limits with Jen. Or Frank would have a "tragic" accident.

"Yes," Mike admitted breathing hard. Jen saying "me with Frank." That got him so hot!

"You liked the pictures?" she asked.

"Yes and no," Mike said honestly.

"You're always that way, right baby?" Jen said giving him a knowing look. "But they got you hard, right?" She moved her hand to cover his erection.

"Yes," Mike said, his eyes rolling back into the back of his head as Jen wrapped her soft hand around his hard shaft.

"How many times did you beat off?" Jen asked as she slowly stroked him.

"3 times. No, 4," Mike said.

"Poor baby. You must be sore," Jen said as she slowly stroked him. She grinned mischievously at him. "Maybe as sore as me."

"I doubt that," Mike said remembering the gang bang pictures.

"I doubt it too," Jen said with a giggle. Mike grinned at her. Jen's body was still bruised, not recovering as fast as her face. But they both knew they were talking about her pussy.

"So, you beat off thinking of me?" Jen asked. "Not Allie? Don't even try to say she's not hot. She's super hot. I've fucked her." Jen grinned at him. Yes, the best friends had done girl-girl stuff. Jen liked it too, when she was in the mood. Girls kissed differently. They licked pussy differently. And Jen enjoyed playing with big tits. Maybe because hers weren't.

"I only care about you Jen," Mike said honestly.

"Don't lie," Jen said. Grinning, she teasingly said, "You probably hooked Allie up with RH to watch. I know what a perv voyeur you are."

Mike shrugged. There was no denying Allie was hot. It was like looking at Playboy or Penthouse. Yeah, the girls were hot. Would he watch her fuck RH (or another guy) if given the opportunity? Of course, he was a guy after all. But it would be no more than watching porn on the internet. It wouldn't push any of his cuckold buttons and that's what he really wanted. He only got that from the girl he loved. Jen.

"Cat got your tongue huh?" Jen said giving him a knowing grin. She got down on her knees. "Such a bad boy. Getting all hot for my best friend. Don't lie, I know you looked at Allie's big tits. And her ass. I think you need punished baby. Maybe I'll give you a ruined orgasm." As she said that Jen opened her fist so now there was barely any friction with Mike's cock. Just enough friction to make him cum. But not enough to give him any pleasure or release.

"Don't do that," Mike said with a grimace. He was close. Ruined orgasms were cruel. They left you unsatisfied, feeling worse than if you never came at all.

Abruptly Jen took her hand completely off Mike's cock. "God," Mike groaned in frustration. She was going to do it, ruin his orgasm.

"Put your foot on the bath," Jen told her husband. "Do it baby." Unsure what she was planning, Mike raised his foot and put it on the side of the bath. Now he was open underneath.

Jen lowered her head. With the shower spraying down onto her face, she began licking Mike's puckered ass hole, rimming him with her tongue. At the same time she wrapped her hand tight around his shaft and pumped him. "Oh god," Mike moaned as Jen worked on him with her hand and tongue. Within moments his body lurched and his cock exploded in a massive orgasm.

Jen insisted on dressing in her closet. When she came out she wore a different pair of skinny jeans. These were Capri style jeans that ended halfway down her calves. She was still naked from the waist up.

"Pantyhose?" Mike said touching the nylon waistband. (Jen's pantyhose extended a couple inches above the waist of her jeans.)

Still playing their denial game, Jen told him "Don't think I'm wearing them for you. It's cold outside." As if to emphasize her point, Jen stepped into black Mia flats. Seeing his disappointment, she said "Remember Mike? I don't wear high heels for you anymore."

Jen glanced down at Mike's crotch to check on him. Yes, he looked a little bothered. But she could tell he was hard (even after cumming just a few moments ago in the shower).

Jen pulled on a black stretchy long sleeve top. She wasn't wearing a bra. Without that padded coverage, not only did Jen's breasts look small (she was only 32A, maybe a little bigger since having Anna) but her nipples and nipple rings were clearly visible through the top. "You're going out like that?" Mike asked.

"I'm wearing a jacket," Jen said as she pulled on a short black jacket.

"Where are we going?" Mike asked as they began walking outside.

"Let's go to Doc Watson's," Jen suggested.

"You think Josh'll be there?" Mike asked as they walked, knowing Josh was a regular at Docs. Josh used to play football at Penn State, although he was a few years older. Jen had hooked up with him. (Author's note: See Life After We Part 5 and Cheating and Rivals Part 8.)

"I guess he might," Jen said.

"Are we going to Doc's for a reason?" Mike pressed.

"They have good burgers baby," Jen joked giving Mike a hip bump.

But Mike didn't smile back. Instead he frowned. The last time at Doc's he wanted Jen to hook up with Josh but she wouldn't, saying she didn't want to cheat on Frank. Later that night she changed her story, saying she didn't want to start something with Josh because she didn't want to spend more time away from home. (See Cheating and Rivals - Part 22)

Why Doc's of all places, especially after catching her in another lie just that weekend? Was Jen rubbing it in his face that she lied to him all the time, but wouldn't cheat on her "boyfriend" Frank?

As if reading his mind, Jen pulled Mike's arm around her. Looking into his eyes, she said "I love you Mike."

"Why Doc's Jen?" Mike asked looking bothered.

Seeing the troubled look on her husband's face, Jen knew this was no time to tease. She squeezed Mike's hand reassuringly and said "I thought it'd be fun to play the game baby. Together. We haven't done that in a while."

Mike's eyes opened wide in surprise. "What about Frank?"

"What about Frank?" Jen said with an unconcerned shrug. "He's just part of our game baby. Our game." She paused a moment, then added "Just like Scott used to be part of our game. But it's always our game honey. Who I play with doesn't matter."

"This is about the Hamptons?" Mike said getting annoyed, feeling like he was being manipulated. They made up last night but deep down Mike was still raw over Jen's lie. He wasn't angry or as hurt but it still bothered him.

"Yes," Jen said hesitantly, hearing the annoyance in Mike's voice. They arrived at Doc's. She squeezed his hand again and said "Let's talk inside baby."

They sat at the bar. The bartender was happy to see them (more like, he was happy to see Jen). "Jen," the bartender said with a big grin. "An appletini right?"

"Hi Patty," Jen said smiling back. "Yes, thanks."

Patty grinned at Mike. "Mike right? Anchor Steam's your drink right?"

Mike couldn't help smiling back at Patty. Friendly and attentive bartenders (with good memories) always made people smile. "Actually a Highland Park please," he said.

"Even better, coming up buddy," Patty said.

"Just one ice cube in Mike's drink," Jen told Patty, squeezing Mike's hand again.

"You got it," Patty said grinning at the couple.

Mike turned to his wife. "You know his name?" he asked after Patty was out of earshot.

"Mike honey, Patty's served us every time we've been here," Jen said smiling at him. Then she thought about it. She shrugged and said "Maybe not last time." She brushed her fingers affectionately through Mike's hair.

"Oh okay," Mike said with a slow nod of his head. He sort of remembered.

"Anyway," Jen began, taking Mike's hands in hers. "Yes, I want to talk more about the Hamptons. I feel terrible about lying. I want to explain more what I said yesterday, about it being part of the game."

"It's okay Jen. I get it. Shit happens," Mike said, annoyance still in his voice. Jen winced at his backhanded rebuke.

"Lying is lying Jen," Mike continued. "I get it though. It's okay."

"It is but ..." Jen said, searching for a way to explain things to Mike. She motioned to Patty (he was fixing their drinks) and whispered "Say you told me to play with Patty. Part of playing might be lying."

"So you're saying, it's not really lying, it's acting?" Mike said skeptically.

"I know I was wrong to lie to you," Jen said squeezing Mike's hands. "I admit that. I was terrible. But it was part of the game. It doesn't count as much."

"I get that Jen. You said that yesterday," Mike said, annoyance and anger still in his voice. "Sometimes when we play the game things happen. I get it."

"No you don't get it honey," Jen said imploringly. "You told Allie if we didn't play the game I'd cheat on you."

"Come on Jen," Mike said in a 'what else should I think' tone of voice. "You cheated on me twice. And you lie all the time."

"But you're mixing them all up," Jen said, shamefaced yet exasperated too. "I did cheat, I was terrible. But that was before we started playing the game. I won't cheat on you again Mike. How can you think that, after all that's happened?"

They stopped talking as Patty approached. Patty sensed they were having an intense conversation so he served their drinks then slipped away into the background.

They sipped their drinks in silence. Finally Mike said "Sometimes I think we look at the world differently."

"We don't honey," Jen said reaching for his hand. "I won't cheat on you again. I don't want you to think I will. I won't cheat on you. And I'll never leave you. When we're playing the game it might feel that way. But that's just the game. It's not real. Okay?"

Mike stared at Jen. It was like she was reading his mind, addressing his concerns and insecurities from the other night. "Yeah, okay," he said, squeezing her hand back.

"I'll never cheat on you again Mike," Jen said again, imploringly. She wanted him to believe her. "When I lied at the Hamptons it was part of the game. It wasn't real. Do you see the difference?"

"Yeah, sure baby," Mike said. He did understand too. At least his head understood. But emotionally it was still troubling.

Jen saw he wasn't completely convinced. But he wasn't angry or annoyed anymore. Maybe that was the best she could hope for. After all, she was married to him but she played with other men. She got emotionally attached to other men. It was a fucked up lifestyle. But she wasn't ready to end it with Frank. And Mike wasn't asking her to. So maybe this was the best they could hope for. For now while they continued to play the game.

Jen pulled his arm around her, positioning his hand under her top so his fingers were on the waistband of her pantyhose.

"I thought I'm not allowed to touch this," Mike said caressing the nylon above her jeans.

"That's just a game baby," Jen assured him. "I'm your wife. You can do anything you want."

"You're not wearing high heels," he pointed out.

Jen poked his ankle with the pointy toe of her Mia flats. "Don't tell me you don't like it," she said with a playful smile. Mike grinned at her. She was right, he loved her in the pointy toed Mia flats, especially when she was wearing Capri jeans and he got to see her shapely nyloned calves. Jen was happy to see Mike smile.

"Do you love Frank?" Mike asked abruptly.

"That's changing the subject," Jen said with a laugh.

"Not really," Mike said. Jen knew he was right.

Mike expected her to say something evasive like "When we fuck I feel love for him, but that doesn't mean I love him."

But at that moment Jen was extra sensitive to being truthful and open with her husband. So she said "I've known Frank forever. I had a major crush on him in high school. I still can't believe we're involved."

"Involved?" Mike said with a laugh. "Just say you're dating."

"Okay, dating," Jen said with a laugh back. "It's hard to believe. He's so much older. He's Sophie's dad. I looked up to him for years. I still do."

"So you do love him," Mike said, his words half question, half statement.

Jen shrugged. "I feel something for Frank but honestly I don't know what it is," she said. She looked at her husband. "Does that upset you?"

"Yes" Mike said honestly. It turned him on when Jen developed feelings for her boyfriend. That's what he wanted, what he encouraged. But it always bothered him too.

Jen took his hand and kissed it. "Do you want me to stop seeing Frank?" she asked.

Mike hesitated only a moment. "No," he said.

Jen was relieved. She would break up with Frank if Mike wanted, but honestly she didn't want to. Not yet. She looked at her husband. She saw excitement in his face. Good.

"Do you want to play the game baby?" she asked.

"Yes," Mike said excitedly.

Hearing that, Jen snuggled more into him. His arm was still around her, his hand under her top and on her pantyhose. He was caressing the nylon. She knew he loved it.

Jen took his wrist and pushed his hand down off her pantyhose. Now his hand was on her jeans. Her message was clear. In their game, even though he was her husband, the pantyhose weren't for him. They were for Frank.

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It didn't take Lou long to get the information Frank wanted. Less than a day. He still had a lot of contacts in the CIA. And Frank had access to a great deal of government information (through his many government contracts). Frank's access was mostly limited to financial data. But that's all Lou needed. As the saying goes, you just need to follow the money.