Cheating and Rivals Pt. 38-39

As Mike got out of the taxi he was so preoccupied with the picture and his thoughts he didn't see the men appear out of the shadows. He didn't notice the men until he was surrounded. The men wore suits but they looked military.

Colonel Banks was among the men. "Mike," he said looking grim. "You need to come with me." A black Suburban drove up. Doors opened and more men surrounded Mike. "Now," Banks ordered Mike.

Cheating and Rivals Part 39

"What did Mike say?" Frank asked when Jen returned to the bedroom.

"What?" Jen said not understand.

"About removing your tattoo," Frank said.

"Oh," Jen thought. She forgot to ask Mike. "Mike likes the idea," she said. It wasn't really a lie. She knew, deep down, Mike hated the tattoo. Anyway, if anything it was a lie to Frank and Mike would like that.

"Good," Frank said with a nod. He was frowning though. He didn't like having to check with Mike. But, he knew it was a process. Eventually - soon - Jenny would feel no obligation or need to consult with her "husband." Frank said "I'll set up the appointment with the doctor."

Jen nodded. She didn't like the way Frank was so controlling. In bed, yes. But he was controlling in everything.

Jen shrugged inside. She knew life worked that way. There were goods and bads with everything. Like with Mike. Yes he was gentle and considerate. He would never force things on her. But that was the problem. When it came to sex, Jen wanted to be forced. She wanted to be controlled. That wasn't Mike's personality, but it was Frank's. So right now, she needed Frank in her life. Jen considered ... maybe "needed" was too strong of a word. Wanted.

Jen sat on the bed next to Frank, one of her long legs under her. Frank touched his shirt she was wearing. "You're beautiful," he said smiling at her.

"I'm kind of messy," Jen said apologetically. The shirt had soaked up where he came on her stomach and tits and was damp in those places.

"That's alright," Frank said with a good natured chuckle. It was his cum after all (of course he didn't know about Mike's sperm inside her). He looked inquiringly at her. "Both times tonight you made me pull out."

Jen faked a carefree laugh and said evasively "That's right, 2 times - you've been holding back on me mister."

Frank grinned. "I missed you," he offered as an explanation to why he was able to get hard twice that night. Usually it took longer for him to recover. He'd been that way for a few years now.

"And I wanted to show Mike what he's not able to do," Frank added, the grin still on his face.

"God," Jen said with a laugh, rolling her eyes. "You're so competitive." Frank shrugged as if conceding she was right. Jen thought about it and then mused "You might think you're putting him down. But maybe you're doing exactly what he wants." She grinned and said "So you might think you're beating him but really he's winning."

"I doubt that," Frank said with a dismissive laugh. He had replaced Mike; he was the focus of Jenny's sex life now. He took her places Mike couldn't ever hope to reach. Also it was more than just sex. She was here, now, in his bed. Tonight she would sleep in his arms. He would make love to her again tomorrow morning before sending her home. She would kiss him and look in his eyes as she again came on his cock. On top of that, Jenny was no longer allowing Mike to bring her to orgasm. Mike was relegated to using condoms so thick practically all sensitivity and intimacy were lost. So how exactly was Mike winning?

Jen shrugged again. She and Mike had played the game for years. She understood how his mind (and dick) worked. She understood (sort of) his cuckold fantasies. She suspected Frank - unintentionally - was giving Mike exactly what he wanted (just like Frank was giving her what she wanted). So didn't that mean Mike was winning?

But Jen didn't say more; if Frank didn't get it that was his problem. Instead, remembering her earlier conversation with Mike, she said "Frank, you know, if I take the part, we have to tell Duncan I'm married."

"No," Frank said with a frown. "That would embarrass me in front of my friends."

"We have friends too," Jen said. "And family. And neighbors. I can't go to the opening with you. You can't hang backstage as my boyfriend. The program can't list me as Jenny Johnson -."

"Not acceptable Jenny," Frank said sternly. "I did this for you. Have you already forgotten?"

"I haven't forgotten," Jen assured him, rubbing his arm. "I'm so freaking grateful to you. But Frank, this is my real life."

Frank's frown deepened. "I'm not part of your life? After all we've shared?"

"Frank ..." Jen sighed.

"Look here Jenny," Frank said, taking a conciliatory approach. "Actresses often use stage names. So there's no reason you can't go by Jenny Johnson. As for public appearances, you'll go alone."

Jen thumbed the ring finger of her left hand, feeling the rings there. Frank's idea meant not wearing her wedding and engagement rings. Mike wouldn't like that. But she'd still wear the Sophia ring, so maybe his idea was doable. "What about Duncan and the cast?" Jen asked.

"I don't want them to know you're married. That would embarrass me and undermine my standing," Frank said. As if meeting her half way, he said "The cast and crew will see me as your patron. As will Duncan. I do not want them to know you're married. But they need not know the true extent of our relationship, that I'm your boyfriend." He gave her a charming smile. "I believe that's a reasonable compromise."

"They'll think I'm your trophy girlfriend," Jen said. "People will talk."

"There'll be rumors," Frank conceded with a shrug. "But Jenny. There are rumors already."

Jen grimaced knowing Frank was right. It was the result of their game. A lot of people suspected she was promiscuous. And they were all right.

The rumors didn't affect her life. Not really. In the advertising world, cheating (and drugs) were common. Her friends (like Allie and Keri) and sister didn't judge her. She had a mixed relationship with her parents so it didn't matter with them. Mike's parents were a concern but they lived half way across the country.

That left the 2 most important people in her life - Mike and Anna. Jen would be horrified if Anna ever found out or even suspected. But she and Mike would stop playing the game long before their daughter was old enough to understand.

That left Mike. Obviously he was part of the game. Mike loved the game - needed it - more than her. He didn't mind the rumors. Like everything with their game he was conflicted. But if anything it turned him on when people thought she was cheating on him. It was part of his cuckold fantasy.

Then it dawned on Jen. Mike wanted this. He wanted the rumors.

She replayed their earlier conversation in her head. Mike had been upset about the prospect of keeping their marriage secret from Duncan and everyone else. But was it good upset or bad upset? He'd been agitated - but often agitation meant excitement.

Mike wanted her to control things. It was like how she wanted Frank to take charge and force her. Mike was the same way. He didn't want her to ask him. He wanted her to just do it. Force him.

Like when she did that thing with Mal.

These thoughts made Jen shiver.

Jen's reverie was broken when Frank said "Are you cold?"

"Um ... yeah, a little," Jen said, trying to refocus to the here and now.

"The shirt's damp," Frank said with a grin. It was moist with his cum.

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh.

Frank handed her another one of his shirts. Jen took off the soiled one and put on the new shirt.

"I like seeing you in my shirt," he said smiling at her. "Now, what do you think of my idea?"

"Um, I think it might work," Jen said. She needed to talk to Mike. Actually, no. She'd tell Mike. These thoughts made her pussy tingle.

"We'll have to be careful," Jen told Frank. "Be discreet." Putting on a playful scolding face, she said "No kissing or holding hands in public mister."

Frank smiled at Jen. He was pleased she was giving in so easily. Perhaps his hold and influence over her was greater than he thought. He said a silent "fuck you" to Mike, knowing that if his hold over Jenny was growing, Mike's was fading.

Frank knew all this was a moot point anyway. Soon Mike would be in CATF's custody. He would be out of the picture for months. Jenny would be upset; she was a sensitive empathetic girl after all. But Frank would be there to comfort her, guide her in her new Broadway career; in her new life. He would be there for Anna too. No hardship there. Like her mother, Anna was an adorable, beautiful girl.

Jen ran her fingertip along Frank's chest. "So, ready for round 3?" she asked grinning at him. She had an inch that needed scratched. When her nympho switch was on she was insatiable.

"Well ..." Frank said with a laugh. He was almost 60. He kept himself in good shape and was healthy as a stallion. Yet, most days he was only able to get hard once, two at the most (like tonight). He was secure enough in himself and his masculinity that it didn't concern him. Also, he didn't crave orgasms like Jenny. For him, quality was more important than quantity. And, mental and emotional victories were often more gratifying than physical pleasure.

Like, for example, pleasuring Jenny. Making her cum harder than Mike, Lou, Hugh or any of her other lovers. Showing her that he was the best. Frank didn't feel the same way with other girls. But Jenny had gotten under his skin.

So Frank began working on Jen's body. He used his hands, his lips, his tongue. Whereas before he focused on individual parts of her body - her nipples first, then her ass, finally her pussy - this time he caressed, kissed and licked her everywhere at the same time.

Jen responded to him. It was inevitable with his tongue licking her nipple, his right hand fingering her pussy and thumbing her clit, his left hand pleasuring her ass. God it was so much! Too much! Jen was soon writhing under him, arching her back, moaning, whimpering.

Frank kept her on the edge, not letting her cum. He built her up and then let her fall down, up and down, up and down. Jen begged him to let her cum. But he wouldn't. Up and down, up and down. It went like that forever! Frank was driving Jen out of her freaking mind!

Finally Frank let Jen cum. Despite having cum already multiple times that night, Jen's orgasm was amazing. She came incredibly hard, and her scream was so loud the people down in Central Park probably heard her.

Afterwards Frank pulled her to him. They kissed a long time. Not passionate kisses, but the soft tender kisses of familiar lovers. At that moment Jen wasn't thinking about Mike or even Anna. All she thought about was Frank Tower. He was her entire world.

Frank hugged her to his chest and she melted into them. He pulled up the covers and they slept that way, her head on his chest and their bodies tangled together.

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"Get into the car," Colonel Banks told Mike. It was an order, not a request.

Mike was surrounded by big men with guns. No way to escape. But really, Mike didn't want to run. What had he done wrong? He helped a friend. Not just any friend but a Senatorial candidate. He put a despicable porn operator out of business. This was the United States of America and they were the CATF. They were supposed to be the good guys. What was their reason for being if not to do exactly what Mike did?

So Mike got in the Suburban.

But Mike's bravado soon left him as they drove through New York City. Where were they taking them? Would he ever see Jen and Anna again?

It didn't help that Banks didn't say anything. Mike had the urge to say something just to fill in the silence. But his instincts told him to stay quiet.

Finally Banks said "You broke laws. US and international. Violated CATF and CIA policies. Was it worth it?"

Mike was surprised by the question. He thought about Jasmine. She was a good person. And he owed her a lot.

Mike weighted his loyalty to Jasmine against his freedom and family. Maybe it was because, at that moment, they were approaching the 9-11 Memorial. That seemed to put things into perspective. "Yes," he told Banks.

Banks raised an eyebrow at Mike. "Why?" he asked.

Mike looked out the window as they passed the 9-11 Memorial. He said "Because it was the right thing to do."

To Mike's surprise, the Suburban circled the 9-11 Memorial and then stopped at the entrance. Colonel Banks led Mike inside. The museum - it felt more like a tomb - was closed and empty but the lights were on.

In silence, Banks led Mike down the Survivors' staircase and to the "In Memoriam" hall. Here you were able to pull up information on the 2,983 people killed in the September 11th attacks. It was a solemn place.

Mike watched as Colonel Banks pulled up information on a few people. There were biographies and letters from parents, spouses and children. The ones from children were the hardest to read.

Mike asked "You knew them?"

"No," Banks said. There was a quiver of emotion in his voice. Mike realized you didn't have to know the victims to feel the pain of their deaths.

"Why are we here?" Mike asked.

Banks didn't answer. In silence he read about more of the victims. Mike read too.

"You come here ... it helps motivate you?" Mike asked.

"It's a reminder," Banks said. He started for the door. "Come on."

They went to the Historical Exhibition. Mike and Banks walked through the exhibit that presented the events of that day:

846am - Flight 11 crashes into the World Trade Center's North Tower

850am - President Bush is alerted

903am - Flight 175 crashes into the South Tower

937am - Flight 77 crashes into the Pentagon

945am - The White House and the Capital Building are evacuated

959am - The South Tower collapses

1015am - The Pentagon E Ring collapses

1028am - The North Tower collapses

"It happened so fast," Banks finally said. He looked shaken, remembering that day. "We were close. We had intelligence. We knew it was New York. But not how or when. We got that, but only after the planes had taken off. By then it was too late." Banks turned to look at Mike. "Do you understand? That's why we need the Q project. To prevent this from happening again."

"I'm on the Q project," Mike said.

"You're holding back," Banks said looking knowingly at Mike. "You don't believe in it. You think the government will abuse the power."

Mike didn't answer. But Banks was right, he didn't trust the government.

"I can't vouch for everyone in the government," Banks said. "But we're all trying to do the right thing. Most of us." Banks pulled a folder from his jacket. It was the folder Mike gave Mitch detailing the operation against Willy.

"Mitch told you?" Mike asked.

"Of course he told me," Banks said. He added "After it was done."

Banks decided not to mention Frank Tower. While he didn't like Tower, he didn't want to make an enemy of him. That was a complication he didn't need.

Looking at the folder, Mike saw the obvious offer. He's forgiven if he buys into the quantum project. Mike didn't hesitate. He said "Okay, I get it. I'll take the Q project seriously. I'll put everything into it."

Banks gave Mike a long look. "I'd like to believe you. But if you're bullshitting me I'll never know, will I?" After a moment he said "I need you to believe. And I think now you do. You understand."

"Understand what?" Mike asked.

Banks pressed Jasmine's folder into Mike's hand. "That sometimes you have to break the rules," he said. "Sometimes you have to do what you know is right."

Mike took the folder from Banks. He knew the Colonel was using his own words against him. But it had an impact, especially given where they were standing.

"The stakes are high Mike. We can't always follow the rules," Banks said looking intently into Mike's eyes. "Sometimes the end justifies the means. Do you understand?"

"Yes, I understand," Mike said. His voice was more solemn than before.

Banks looked at Mike again, still not sure whether to believe him. Finally he shrugged and moved towards the exit. He said "Spend as much time here as you want."

"That's it?" Mike said surprised, the folder still in his hand. "I'm not in trouble?"

"I'd stay away from JJ if I were you," Banks said with a chuckle. He opened the door but then turned back, a curious look on his face. "How did you find Willy?"

It took a moment for Mike to focus on Banks's abrupt change of topic. Then he said "I tapped into the CATV network."

Banks looked surprised. "On a global scale? Is that possible?" he asked.

"It's theoretically possible, but not practical," Mike said. It was a classic Big Data problem. Researchers all over the world were working on the problem. But with existing technology, shifting through and analyzing such massive amounts of data wasn't possible, not unless you were willing to wait years to get your answer. With Willy, Mike had days - not years - to find out where he was.

"I was able to focus the search based on Willy's habits," Mike said.

"What habits?" Banks asked, intrigued.

"Willy likes Taco Bell and beer," Mike told him. He shrugged. "Helped to narrow the search."

Banks stared incredulously at Mike. Then he shook his head and chuckled. He took a final look at the memorial, turning serious again. He gave Mike an intense look, as if saying "we need to prevent this from happening again." Then he was gone.

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When Jen woke up she was in Frank's arms. Frank was already awake, looking at her. "Hello," he said, kissing her. Jen kissed him back. Soon they were making out. Jen felt Frank's erection pressing against her thigh. She sensed Frank was about to move on top of her.

"Um, wait baby," Jen said, pulling away from his lips.

"Don't say you have to go," Frank said with a frown. It was barely daylight. What was the point of Jenny staying over if she didn't spend at least part of the morning with him?

Jen had to get home but not immediately. There was another reason for her hesitation. "I need to brush my teeth," she said.

"You're fine," Frank said kissing her again. He moved his hand to her breast and fondled her nipple. Jen moaned and arched her back as Frank expertly twirled the nipple bar. She woke up barely 5 minutes ago and yet her pussy was already soaking. Her body was ready to take Frank's beautiful thick cock inside her.

Jen forced herself to pull away from his lips again. "I don't like that," she said with an embarrassed giggle. She covered her mouth with her hand. "I don't feel comfortable." She wriggled from under him and got out of bed. "I need to brush my teeth."

"It hasn't bothered you before," Frank said with a curious look on his face.

"It's just, um, we know each other better now," Jen said, stroking his cheek. She gave him a weak smile. She grabbed her purse and said "I'll be right back."

Jen went into the bathroom, closing the door. She took care of human nature and then brushed her teeth. Then she did what she really went into the bathroom for. She got a Today sponge from her purse and put it inside her (she had taken the other one out last night after waking up for a drink of water; she'd taken the opportunity to douche too; luckily for her the bathrooms in Frank's penthouse had bidets).

Looking in the mirror, Jen brushed her hair and put on lipstick. She spritzed on a little of the Jenny perfume and then rejoined Frank in bed.

Again their sex was glorious. Frank Tower was definitely an incredible lover, even without the head games. Also - and this was new for her - sex with Frank was amazing whether he used his cock, tongue or fingers. Unlike her other lovers, it wasn't all about his manhood. Although his cock was pretty freaking awesome!