Cheating and Rivals Pt. 51-52

Frank's house was huge. Mike found a staircase and went downstairs. There was a bar and flat screen TV. Mike poured himself a scotch and turned on ESPN. He gulped down the scotch to settle his nerves. He poured another and gulped that one down too.

Sometime later Jen approached. "There you are," she said walking up to him. She got on the stool next to him. "Is it good?" she asked about the scotch.

Mike nodded. "Probably rare and expensive," he sourly joked. He looked at Jen's left wrist. The large diamonds of Frank's new tennis bracelet towered over his smaller, ordinary bracelet. "You should take this off," Mike said bitterly, moving to take off his tennis bracelet.

"Stop Mike," Jen said pulling her hand away.

"Seriously, it's ruining the look of your new bracelet," Mike said reaching for her wrist again and trying to undo the clasp of his bracelet.

"Mike stop," Jen said pulling her hand away again. She studied his face. "Are you drunk?"

"Yeah Jen I'm drunk," Mike said with a bitter laugh. He was tipsy from 3 scotches (he was on his 4th) but not drunk. Well, not completely drunk.

"Mike, Frank might not have done it on purpose," Jen told him. "I can't remember if I told him you gave me the tennis bracelet for my birthday."

"You're defending him?" Mike said incredulously.

"No, I'm just saying I haven't had a chance to talk to him," Jen said rubbing Mike's arm. "If he did it on purpose to make you feel bad then that's really shitty. I won't take the bracelet; I'll give it back to him. But if he didn't know, then he's not trying to show you up. That's all I'm saying."

"So if he says it's a coincidence you'll keep it," Mike said bitterly, his tone of voice putting air quotes around "coincidence." "Just give me my bracelet back Jen; maybe I can still return it. Or I'll just throw it away, it's junk compared to Frank's." Then, remembering their earlier conversation (Author's note: See Cheating and Rivals Part 43), he added sarcastically "Oh, that's right. You'll keep my bracelet because it's cheap looking so you can wear it when you're slumming."

"Mike stop," Jen said, trying to reason with him. "What I meant was, I'm not keeping the bracelet. No matter what. I'm giving it back."

"You were oohing and ahhing over it upstairs," Mike said.

"I couldn't exactly throw it into his face in front of his friends," Jen said with exasperation. "And what reason would I have to do that, if it's just a coincidence you both gave me a tennis bracelet?"

"You're right Jen you should keep it," Mike said stubbornly, crossing his arms defensively.

"Mike, I said I'm giving it back," Jen said with a sigh.

"No, keep it," Mike said. "I want you to. Keep it."

"God Mike, now you're being a baby," Jen said frustrated.

"I'm being a baby?" he said shocked.

"Yes," Jen said. "I'm so tired of this. You knew he was giving me a gift. You knew it was going to be over the top. We talked about it. What else is there after a necklace? You should be happy he didn't give me a ring."

Mike's eyes bulged out. "What are you saying?" he said, shocked and alarmed.

"Oh my god," Jen sighed with exasperation. "I'm not saying anything Mike."

"What do you mean I should be happy he didn't give you a ring?" Mike pressed. "Has Frank talked about giving you a ring?"

"No. God Mike. I'm giving the bracelet back okay?"

Mike got pissed at the dismissiveness in her voice. "Just keep it," he said stubbornly. "You want it." It was a statement, not a question.

"No, I really don't," Jen said with another sigh, as if she was tired of this conversation.

"Stop lying Jen," Mike spat out. "You want it. Stop lying and tell the truth."

Jen stared at Mike. She said "Now you're being a real jerk."

They were silent for long moments. "The guests are leaving," Jen said in a soft voice, as if trying to move pass this and stop arguing. "We're going up to his bedroom. Are you coming? Or staying here?"

"Sounds like you want me to stay here," Mike said.

"No Mike ... god," Jen lamented, frustrated. She forced herself to calm down. In a softer voice she said "I want you with us."

Mike didn't respond. She said us. Us meaning her and Frank. Little things like that tore at his soul.

Trying again to get pass this, Jen said in a soft, pleading voice "When Frank gave me the necklace I asked you before taking it. I'm telling you now I'm not keeping the bracelet. You're assuming I want his bracelet but I don't, I want yours. You're all mad at me and I haven't done anything."

Mike heard her words but didn't say anything. He was too raw inside. And, honestly, maybe he was drunk and not thinking clearly.

"Look," Jen said putting a small box on the bar. "Frank gave me this too." Before he could say anything she grinned and said "Don't worry, it's not a ring."

Jen opened the box and Mike looked inside. No it wasn't an engagement ring. But it was just as bad.

Inside the box was a tiny ring made of thin, delicate yellow gold. It had a small perfect diamond. It matched Jen's nipple and belly rings.

"Is that a ring for your clit?" Mike asked. His voice was so hoarse and dry his words were barely audible.

"That would hurt," Jen said with a half giggle. "You mean my clit hood," she said, referring to the soft fold of skin that covered her clitoris. Her thoughts flashed to a similar conversation she had years ago with her cousin Cindy. Back then as young teenagers, Cindy knew more than her. Those country girls ... they grow up fast. Jen wondered how Cindy and that boy were getting along. The one who wrote limericks. What was his name? Something Greek sounding.

"Yeah," Mike said.

"Yeah, that's what it is," Jen told him. She grinned at him. "One of Frank's friends tonight is a doctor. Frank wants to pierce me tonight."

Mike gawked at Jen, his mouth opening in shock.

Cheating and Rivals Part 52

"Yeah, that's what it is," Jen told Mike. She grinned at him. "One of Frank's friends tonight is a doctor. Frank wants to pierce me tonight."

Mike looked at Jen, his mouth opening in shock. "He wants to pierce your clit?" he asked. He couldn't believe this was really happening.

Jen went with the way Mike said it, even though in reality the hood would be pierced, not her clit. "Frank said you'd love it," she said with a smile. "My breasts, belly button and clit all pierced with his diamonds. He said you'd get off on that. My whole body belonging to him. Even my pussy. You want that baby?"

"Jen ...," Mike sputtered. Was this really happening? It felt like a nightmare. Yes, at some level the idea turned him on. But this was too much.

"I'm not going to do it," Jen said with a laugh.

"What?" Mike said, not understanding.

"I told Frank no," Jen said grinning at him.

"What?" Mike said again. Then he understood. "You're dicking with me."

Jen giggled and hugged him. "You're so much fun to tease," she said grinning at him. Getting more serious she said "But you see? I don't do everything Frank wants." She took his hand and said earnestly "You're assuming I want Frank's bracelet. I don't. I want your bracelet. I had to wear his bracelet tonight because I didn't want to embarrass him. But as soon as his friends are gone I'm giving it back. I'm just saying, maybe Frank isn't evil here. He probably doesn't know you just gave me a tennis bracelet."

Mike doubted it, but he got her point. He decided to give Frank the benefit of the doubt ... for the moment. He said "Then why not keep it? If it's just a coincidence?" This time his question was real instead of being sarcastic and hurtful.

"Because, if I keep it, you'll always think I like his bracelet more than yours. And I don't want you to think that because I love your bracelet," Jen said looking into her husband's eyes. "And because it's too expensive. Frank is just a friend. It's too big a gift from a friend."

Mike slowly nodded, processing all this.

"I have to go back up, to say goodbye to his friends," Jen said. "You're coming?"

Mike nodded. "I'll come up after his friends are gone," he said. He motioned to the scotch in his hand. "I'll finish this and then join you. Don't wait for me."

"Okay," Jen said. She touched the tumbler with the tip of a finger. "Don't drink too much baby." She kissed him then walked back upstairs.

Mike sipped his scotch as he gazed at the box with the clit ring. He imagined the doctor piercing Jen's clit and inserting Frank's clit ring. Probably Jen would hold Frank's hand and look up adoringly into his eyes as her most private part was tagged as Frank's property. Her breasts. Her stomach. Now her pussy. All Frank's property.

How long before Jen cut her hair? Dyed it brown, or even black? Jen said no tonight. But Frank was persistent. He loved piercings. It was like staking a claim to a girl's body. How long before Frank tattooed her? Inked a black F on her ankle? A real tattoo this time. Or on her left wrist, as a reminder to Jen who she belonged to, even when she was wearing her wedding ring.

Mike was breathing hard and his heart was pounding. He finished the scotch then stood up. He walked upstairs to Frank's bedroom. His cock was so hard it hurt.

Mike realized he didn't know where Frank's bedroom was. There was a young maid cleaning up. She was probably 21 or 22, cute, short page boy dark hair, with a slim figure. Feeling awkward, Mike asked "Can you direct me to Frank's bedroom?" Feeling like he needed to provide more of an explanation to this young girl, Mike tried to look serious and professional as he said, "I have a meeting with Frank. It's about a sensitive subject so Frank asked to talk in his bedroom."

The young girl nodded. She said "Yes sir." The girl had a French accent. That made sense of course. Frank only hired young French girls in his house staff. "Upstairs, turn right, it's the door after the vase of flowers."

Mike smile gratefully. The young French maid curtsied. She curtsied!

Just then they heard moans coming from upstairs. Mike recognized the moans. It was Jen. He was missing the action! He wanted to be there!

"Thanks," Mike sputtered to the young maid. With his cheeks going red, Mike went upstairs. He felt the maid's eyes burning into his back as he turned right, towards the moans. He found the door just pass the vase of flowers. The door wasn't locked. Without knocking he walked in.

Jen was on the bed with Frank. They were still dressed, kissing and fondling each other over their clothes.

Frank noticed Mike. He nodded to a chair and said "over there."

Mike looked at the chair. It appeared to be a comfortable chair and had a good view of the bed. A bottle of Highland Park scotch and a tumbler were on a side table. Frank had thought of everything. A nice place to sit as he watched another man fuck his wife and make her cum.

As Mike sat down, Frank unzipped Jen's dress. He peeled it off her body. Her bra went next. Mike saw Frank's diamonds in her nipples and belly button, around her neck, around her wrist. Jen's hair was up and her makeup was heavy the way Frank liked. She wore his perfume and the high heels he bought her. She was bare legged. Everything about Jen was Frank.

Most of all Jen was responding to Frank. To his kisses, his nibbles, his caresses. Frank knew Jen's body and he expertly played it like a fine violin, sending her to extreme sexual heights. Jen was panting and moaning like she couldn't get enough. And Frank wasn't fucking her yet. He hadn't even taken his cock out of his pants.

It was at that moment Mike knew Jen belong to Frank. Her body belonged to him. She truly was his slut.

Mike thought about it. Would Jen have ever allowed Ricky, or Scott, or Tom to pierce her body? To "rape" her? To fuck whoever they said? To control her orgasms?

No. But Frank was different. And Mike felt like the billionaire was slowly taking his wife away from him.

Jen was resisting, like tonight with the clit piercing. But there was a connection between them and it was getting stronger.

Mike thought about last night and today. They were playing on Christmas eve and day! Christmas! Leaving their 4-year old daughter Anna alone for long stretches on these special days.

Mike wasn't blaming Jen. It was as much his fault as hers. But the fact Jen (Anna's mother) agreed to this showed the grip Frank had over her. Maybe Jen didn't realize it herself, the powerful hold Frank had over her.

Mike never realized the depth of Jen's submissive fantasies. Maybe she hadn't either. Maybe only now they both were realizing how much they controlled her. Like how his cuckold fantasies controlled him. Frank was taking advantage of that. He was the perfect top; the perfect master.

Mike watched as Jen moved down Frank's body. She worked on his belt and unzipped him. Then she reached into his pants and pulled out his cock, being careful not to hurt him. Once again Mike was amazed by Frank's girth. His cock was well above average length-wise but it was his thickness that set him apart.

Mike saw evidence of that as Jen tried to take him into her mouth. Despite opening her mouth wide she was barely able to swallow his bulbous cockhead and a couple inches of his thick shaft.

Frank seemed to get impatient. He pulled Jen off his cock and threw her to the bed, onto her hands and knees. Frank got behind her. Holding his shaft, he positioned his cockhead between her pussy lips. Jen winced as he penetrated her. "Go slow baby," she gasped. Even though Frank had fucked her many times by now, her pussy still wasn't used to his thickness.

Mike clenched the chair arms as he heard Jen call Frank "baby." Another dagger to his heart.

Again Frank seemed impatient. He pulled out and tossed Jen onto her back. Jen automatically opened her legs. Mike eyes were drawn to his wife's high heeled feet. Jen wore his gold chain around her left ankle. But the jewelry was too new, it didn't have the emotional significance to relieve his angst and insecurities.

Frank kissed Jen, his cock pressing against her pussy (but not penetrating her). He was about to push in again when Jen remembered. She was ovulating! "Wait," she told Frank, reaching for a condom from her bag.

"No Jenny," Frank said disapprovingly, wanting to be bare inside her.

"I told you baby," Jen reminded him. As Mike heard this, he wasn't sure what was worse. That Jen let Frank initially into her without a condom a few moments ago. Or that they clearly discussed this earlier (the fact Jen was ovulating and he needed to wear a condom). Or that she called Frank "baby" again.

Mike couldn't take it. He felt the walls closing in on him. Suddenly he flashed back to his detention at CATF. He remembered the thick iron bars of his cell. He remembered Colonel Banks and others screaming and threatening him. He remembered the isolation, the sleep deprivation, the near waterboarding.

The leather chair felt like the cell! Mike couldn't breathe! He had to get away!

Jen was underneath Frank. As she ripped the condom package with her teeth, Mike abruptly stood up. Jen looked at him as if just remembering he was there. "Mike?" she asked.

"I'll be right back," Mike said.

"Are you okay?" Jen asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine ...," Mike sputtered. "I'll be right back," he said again, moving towards the door.

"Hurry back," Jen said, her attention already back on Frank as she rolled the condom onto his thick shaft. Mike glanced back before leaving. Jen was kissing Frank. Her hands were between their bodies, guiding Frank's cock to her pussy. She grunted as he entered her. She had already forgotten Mike, all her attention on Frank as he penetrated and impaled her with his thick cock.

Mike got in the car and aimlessly drove around. It occurred to him he was probably drunk. Not a good thing. Luckily the roads were mostly empty in Belmont on Christmas evening.

Mike felt like the walls were closing in on him. He was having a hard time breathing. He knew it was PTSD. It was flaring up again. His doctor (Dr. Gupta) told him this might happen sometimes. He was supposed to call. But it was Christmas. Mike didn't want to bother him. Also, he didn't want to be weak. He willed himself to feel better. Mind over body. He could do it. He wouldn't be weak.

Dr. Gupta said PTSD might never go away completely. Mike thought it ironic he worked at CATF where it happened. But somehow, working at CATF helped. It was like squarely addressing and conquering his demons. And Mike had made sure CATF would never be able to detain him again.

Mike eventually drove back to Jen's house. He was shocked to see who was there. Allie!

Allie was sitting on the stoop, smoking a cigarette. "Allie, what are you doing here?" Mike ask shocked.

"Hey Mike," Allie said, her voice despondent. "Jen with you?"

"No," Mike said. Lowering his voice, he said "She's with Frank."

"Oh," Allie said, clearly disappointed. "I need to talk to her."

"Why? Where's DJ?" Mike asked. DJ was her son, Darren Jr.

"He's inside, asleep," Allie said. An aura of hopelessness surrounded her.

"Allie what has happened?" Mike asked concerned.

Allie handed Mike a manila envelope. Mike looked inside. They were divorce papers.

"Darren sent them today, on Christmas," Allie said. "Really nice huh? I just wanted ... I need to talk to Jen." Suddenly Allie started crying.

"Let's go over to Frank's," Mike suggested.

"No. It's late. I'll see her tomorrow," Allie said through tears. "Emma said I can crash at her house. It's too crowded here. Can you drive me?"

By the time they got to Emma's house Allie had stopped crying. She was more like herself again. "God I must look a mess," she lamented.

"You look fine," Mike assured her.

"I can't stand all the tears," Allie said. She went into the bathroom. When she came out her hair was brushed and her lips wet with lipstick. "I need a drink. Does Emma have anything? Not beer. Something strong. Vodka or something."

Having just been there, Mike knew where Emma and Vick kept the good stuff. He pulled down bottles and poured a vodka for Allie and a scotch for himself. They clinked glasses and then each took a long sip.

"So why aren't you with Jen?" Allie asked.

Mike didn't answer as he took another sip of scotch. He didn't need it. He'd already had too much. But what the fuck.

"Come on, tell me," Allie pressed.

After a moment's hesitation, Mike said "I feel like I'm losing her to Frank."

"Seriously?" Allie said with a skeptical laugh. "What happened?"

Again Mike didn't answer.

"God I thought we were pass this," Allie said frustrated with Mike. "Remember? I ask questions. You answer with words, not grunts or shrugs. It's called having a conversation."

Mike frowned at Allie. But then he filled her in, telling her how Jen was spending more time with Frank, about the mistletoe kiss, Jen's passion-less comment, their "3rd wheel" game, Frank's tennis bracelet, the clit ring, Jen sculpting her body to Frank's preferences.

"So wait," Allie said skeptically. "You want Jen to treat you like a third wheel. But when she does you get upset. You want her to spend more time with Frank. But when she does you get upset. You want Jen to wear Frank's shit. But when she does you get upset. Mike, what's wrong with this picture? Why don't you just stop playing your stupid game?"

"We're both too into it," Mike said.

"If that's true, why aren't you with Jen now?" Allie scoffed. "God Mike. Jen said she doesn't want Frank's bracelet. She said she doesn't want the clit ring. Why won't you believe her?"

"Because I know she does want the bracelet," Mike shot back. "I know she wants to pierce her clit for Frank."

"But that's not what Jen's saying," Allie said frustrated. "That's all in your head. That's what YOU want. And you're transferring it to her."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Mike said defiantly.