Consequences Pt. 01

Mike didn't want to go out. Room service and an in-room movie sounded much better what with jet lag and his busy day. But something inside urged him to go.

"Mike, I really want to thank you for letting my clients invest in Sapphire," Darren said as the waiter served their after dinner drinks. Darren got a vintage port and Mike a brandy.

"It's no big deal Darren, don't worry about it," Mike said.

"I'm serious Mike, you did me a big favor," Darren said. He looked embarrassed. "To be honest, I'm not much of a lawyer. But with Sapphire, I've gotten a promotion, and I might even make partner." He laughed. "You know what the best part is? My mum told me she was proud of me."

"I'm glad to hear that Darren," Mike said looking down.

Darren chuckled. "You don't take compliments well, do you?" he said with a friendly smile.

"Picture a nerdy introverted math geek, and that's me," he said with a shrug, smiling back.

Darren laughed. "Well listen, you have to let me pay you back." He leaned over the table and gave Mike a sly grin. "I'm hooking up with a new couple tonight. Wanna come along and watch?"

Seeing Mike's wary look, Darren quickly added, "I'm not trying to get into Jen's pants. We're mates now, right? I wouldn't try to do that." Then he tilted his head inquisitively and said, "Unless you want that ...."

"No," Mike said immediately. "I mean ... no."

Seeing the anxiety on Mike's face, Darren said "Are you two okay?"

"Yeah, we're good," Mike lied.

Darren studied Mike. Then he said "Something I AM good at is reading people. And I can tell things aren't good. What's happened Mike?" When Mike didn't answer, Darren chuckled hoping to put him at ease. "We've been through a lot. I owe you a lot. Come on, talk to me."

Mike inwardly struggled. It WOULD help to talk things over with someone. But could he trust Darren? Then he smiled inside. Of course he could trust Darren. They'd done a lot with him, a lot of risqué stuff, and he'd proven himself by never saying a word to anyone. And Darren was the perfect person to talk to, because he understood this lifestyle. He realized this was why his intuition had told him to go out tonight, so he could talk things over with Darren.

"Jen's pregnant," Mike abruptly said.

Darren slowly nodded. He instantly understood. "And it's not yours?"

Mike shook his head, looking down. "I don't think so."

"Do you know who the father is?"

"I think so," Mike said looking embarrassed. He awkwardly added. "Tom, her lover. Boyfriend I guess. He --."

"That's okay Mike, I get it," Darren said in an understanding voice.

Mike nodded gratefully. They were silent for long moments.

"Abortion?" Darren asked.

"Not an option. Jen's Catholic."

"I get it," Darren said with a nod. "So, are you going to leave her?"

"I love her Darren," Mike said his hands open. "And you know us. If anything, it's my fault not hers."

Darren nodded again. "But you're wondering if you can deal with the baby," he said.

"Yeah," Mike said, his face tortured.

"I've fathered a few babies," Darren said simply with a shrug. "You know, with my lovers."

"White girls?" Mike asked.

Darren shrugged again. "You know me Mike. That's my thing. Married white women." He wasn't being arrogant; he was just stating a fact.

"So ... how did it work out?"

"You mean are the wives still with their husbands?" Darren said. "Two split up I think. The rest are still together. I still see some of them. It's a big turn on for some husbands."

"I get that," Mike said with a humorless laugh.

"The couple I'm seeing tonight -- Jim and Stacy -- they've talked about exploring that part of the fantasy," Darren said. "You know, me getting Stacy pregnant."

"You'd do that, knowing it might split them up?" Mike asked.

"I'm not a jerk," Darren said defensively. "But if that's what they want ... yeah, I'd do it. Don't take this the wrong way, I'm not trying to bull you -- but there's nothing hotter than getting another man's wife pregnant."

Mike slowly nodded, but didn't say anything. His heart was pounding and he didn't trust his voice.

Darren could tell his friend was hotter than hades. He didn't rub it in though. Instead he said "I'm off to see Jim and Stacy. Come along, you'll enjoy it."

"It'll be okay with them?" Mike asked doubtfully.

"Don't worry, I called them earlier and set it all up," Darren said with a confident grin.

An hour later, Jim was watching his wife slow dance with Darren. He glanced at Mike. "Darren hooks up with your wife?"

"Yeah. Hope you don't mind I'm here," Mike said awkwardly.

"No worries, mate. Stacy and I go to swing parties so we're used to people watching," Jim explained. He added with a chuckle "Stacy likes it actually. Your wife -- Jen right? -- does she like being watched?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said honestly, feeling awkward to be talking like this to someone he just met. But then, Jim was letting him watch Stacy with Darren, so he had a right to ask questions. "We've never been to a swing party."

"Ring me the next time you're in London and I'll get you an invite," Jim said amicably. He looked back at his wife and Darren. They were kissing now. "Stacy's never had a black man before. Is it true, once they go black they don't go back?" Jim laughed.

Mike laughed back. They'd already had one bottle of wine and were well on the way to finishing another. The alcohol was opening him up. "Jen's mostly had white boyfriends since we started playing."

"How long's that?"

"Since back in college, when we were dating."

"Five years for us, started about a year after we got married," Jim said. He raised an eyebrow. "You let her have boyfriends? I'm not sure I could handle that."

"It can be tough," Mike admitted. He looked inquiringly at Jim. "Darren said you were thinking of letting him --."

"Knock up Stacy?" Jim said with an excited grin. "Now that would be something, wouldn't it? Another man putting a bun in her oven. And a black man at that! I can't imagine anything more exciting!"

"But ... aren't you worried what people will say?"

"Nah," Jim said with an unconcerned shrug. "I got laid off last month. Economy's still bad here, worse than the States. Stacy's between jobs too. I got a good severance package though. We're gonna go away for a year, maybe Australia, I've always wanted to go there. When we come back we'll have a new adopted black baby. That's what we'll tell people anyway."

Mike nodded but still felt unsure. "You're okay with the baby not being yours?"

"Stacy's my wife mate," Jim said. "Any baby that pops out of her is mine." He shrugged. "No different than if Darren donated his sperm to a fertility clinic. No worries with that, right?"

"Yeah, I get it," Mike said nodding again.

Later at their house, Mike sat in a chair while Darren undressed Stacy. Jim was on the bed with them, and Stacy alternated between kissing her husband and her new black lover.

Stacy and Jim were a little older, early 30s. Stacy had a cute face and soft strawberry blonde hair. She had a nice body. A little chummy in the stomach and hips but firm tits and long legs. She wore a garter belt and seamed stockings, and black high heels.

Darren laid her down while she continued to kiss Jim. He moved up her body. She stopped kissing her husband and took Darren into her mouth. Jim fondled her big breasts while she gave Darren head.

It was clear Stacy knew how to suck cock. She took almost all of Darren into her mouth and down her throat, more than Jen could handle. For some reason Mike was comforted by that.

As Stacy blew Darren, Jim moved between her legs and went down on her. Soon both she and Darren were ready. Jim moved to the side and Darren positioned himself between her legs. He took his cock and rubbed the big cockhead between her glistening bare pussy lips. "Should I wear a condom?" he teased them.

Stacy and Jim exchanged looks. "Are you sure?" she asked her husband hopefully.

"Yes, I'm sure," Jim said excitedly.

Darren grinned. "You're off the pill right?" he asked as he penetrated her.

"Yeah," Stacy grunted, clenching her teeth at Darren's girth. She squeezed her husband's hand and said, "Months now."

Darren covered her lips with his, and soon they were making out. Stacy managed to keep holding Jim's hand even as Darren fucked her hard and made her cum. Darren fucked her hard for 20 minutes, and she came at least one more time. Finally Mike saw Darren push deep into Jim's wife. His muscular ass and thighs tensed, and then his hips violently jerked back and forth. He was shooting his black seed into Stacy's fertile womb.

Afterwards Darren pulled out and moved to the side. Jim immediately took his place between Stacy's legs. Jim was hard as a rock. His cock was about 6 inches and decent thickness. Smaller than Darren but bigger than Mike.

Stacy reached over to the side table and got a condom. She ripped the foil package with her teeth, then rolled the rubber on her husband. She then lovingly guided him into her. They fucked -- no, made love -- and Stacy had another orgasm before Jim came and shot his load into the condom.

After pulling out and disposing of the condom, Jim and Stacy giggled and hugged each other. Darren stood to the side, smiling and looking satisfied. Suddenly the three of them looked over at Mike, having forgotten he was there.

"Everything okay mate?" Darren asked.

Stacy looked at Mike's crotch. He realized he'd been rubbing his cock through his pants. Embarrassed, he quickly pulled his hand away. Stacy smiled at him. "I can take care of that if you want," she offered. "That is, if you don't mind wearing a condom." Partly she felt sorry for him. But she thought he was cute and charmingly shy. She'd enjoy fucking him.

"That's okay," Mike said, hurriedly getting up. Not wanting Stacy to think he was rejecting her, he added "My wife and I only play together." It was kinda the truth.

"I understand," Stacy said, and she turned her attention back to her husband.

Mike left the bedroom. A few minutes later, Darren joined him and they left. At Mike's hotel, they got beers at the bar. "So what do you think?" Darren asked.

"It was different," Mike said. "With Jen, you were ... more aggressive."

Darren laughed. "Everyone's different mate," he said grinning. "I could tell you and Jen were into that big black bull stuff. That's brilliant, that. But Jim and Stacy are different. They're just looking for people to play with."

"It was like a threesome," Mike said.

"You got it," Darren agreed. He crocked an eyebrow at Mike. "You know, maybe you should get more involved when Jen is with her lover. Make it more like a threesome. Might take the sting out of it for you."

"Maybe," Mike said doubtfully. "I don't think it'd be as exciting."

"I knew you'd say that," Darren said with another friendly laugh.

"So ... do you think Stacy's pregnant?" Mike asked, trying to hide his excitement.

"She will be by next weekend," Darren said confidently. "This is her fertile time, and I'm fucking her every day this week. Stacy and Jim want this to happen."

Back in his room, Mike needed an orgasm. He hadn't cum while watching Darren with Stacy and Jim. He couldn't fantasize about them though. Really, the only person he could fantasize about was Jen.

In his head he imagined Jen's last time with Tom. How he'd gotten her so hot she couldn't stop long enough to run downstairs for a condom. How hard had Jen really tried to get him to pull out? She loved the feel of a man cumming inside her. He imagined Jen wrapping her legs around Tom, urging him to shoot his seed deep inside. How long had she held Tom after their sex, his cock buried deep inside holding his seed inside her? Mike grunted and came.

Earlier that day at home, Jen woke up and stretched. As she'd done since taking the pregnancy test, she paused and searched within herself to see if anything felt different. No, her body didn't feel any different, at least not yet. She wondered when morning sickness would start, or maybe (hopefully) she'd be one of those lucky girls who didn't get hit hard by it.

She stretched again. She missed Mike, but didn't try calling knowing he'd already be in meetings.

She felt horny. She'd always had a big sex drive, but lately she'd been feeling more horny than usual, even for her. Maybe it was the pregnancy? She had friends who couldn't get enough sex while pregnant. But in the back of her head she knew why she was so horny. Just two weeks ago she'd been getting it from Tom regularly, 2 or 3 times a week. He had a great body and was a wonderful lover. Then, two weeks ago, she broke it off with him. She'd gone cold turkey since then and her body was noticing.

She had Mike of course. But he couldn't fuck her like Tom. She thought of her past lovers, guys who qualified as "significant others." Tom, Scott and Ricky. She guessed she had to add Colin to that list, although of all those guys she felt most conflicted about him since he was her first love (and major shit). Mike couldn't do to her body what they could. Oh, he had a wonderful tongue, and was better at that than the rest of them combined. But they could fuck her soooo good, make her toes curl, make her cum so hard as to almost pass out.

She loved making love to Mike. But with her husband it was mostly for the emotional connection. With the others, it was raw lustful pleasure. Mike couldn't give her what they could. But that thought, that realization, didn't make her feel guilty any more. Through playing the game, she'd come to understand what she wanted, and what Mike wanted too. It excited Mike to know her lovers could pleasure her body in ways he could not.

But now the game was over. It had to be right? She was pregnant and Tom was probably the father. There were so many issues with that, she and Mike had to work hard just to make their marriage work, they couldn't afford the risk of more game playing.

She stretched out on the bed and her hand moved inside her panties. She needed an orgasm or she'd go crazy at work. Her clit was already stiff with yearning. She rubbed around it and closed her eyes.

She used to fantasize about nameless men, hot guys she saw at the mall or on TV, strangers. But for years Mike encouraged her to fantasize about guys she knew. That was a big part of the game. It excited Mike more if she played with men they knew. She'd gotten drawn into Mike's fantasies, so now she mostly fantasized about men she knew.

She couldn't think about Tom of course. And Scott was still too real. So she through about Ricky. She imagined him wearing his uniform, he looked so good in that. She got on her knees in front of him. She unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock. She still remembered how it felt in her hands, how it tasted.

As she stroked herself, she moved her other hand under her shirt. She squeezed her breast and rolled her nipple, imagining it was Ricky playing with her as she went down on him.

Ricky pushed her onto her elbows and knees. He roughly yanked up her skirt and ripped off her panties. Then he speared her with his long thick cock, fucking her doggy style.

In her fantasy, Mike walked into the room. "Come here baby," she cooed. She grabbed his hair and guided him under her, so his nose practically touched her pussy. "Lick my clit while Ricky fucks me," she told him.

She groaned as she imagined Mike's tongue on her clit as Ricky pounded her from behind. Then in her fantasy Ricky morphed into Colin. Her fingers moved even faster over her clit as she imagined the flat of Mike's tongue licking Colin's cock as he thrusted in and out of her, Colin, the man Mike probably hated more than anyone in the world (more than Scott even).

"Lick Colin Mike, lick him," she moaned, and then her back arched and her toes dug into the mattress as she came, imagining Colin pulling out and shooting his milky spunk all over Mike's face.

"God," Jen panted afterwards, marveling at the intensity of her fantasy and her orgasm. She hugged her pillow, wondering again where these fantasies were coming from, and why they turned her on so much.

Later that morning at work, Jen was studying a report on the Google campaign when Tom walked into her office. She hadn't seen him since their break up.

"How about lunch today?" he said.

"I don't think that's a good idea," Jen said feeling uncomfortable.

"Come on Jenny, it's just lunch. You owe me that," he insisted.

Jen picked a restaurant a few blocks away. She didn't want anyone from work to see them together. Everyone knew they'd had a fling and she'd recently ended it, it was a well-known secret. She'd gotten used to people gossiping about her. It no longer bothered her, she was no different than Keri, one of her idols. But she didn't want people to see them together and think they were an item again.

"What do you want to talk about?" Jen asked after they ordered.

"I think you know," Tom said. "You're pretty cold Jenny. One day we're at the beach holding hands, the next day you dump me. Just like that, no explanation, no nothing."

Jen looked at him incredulously. "Tom, you were trying to get me to leave my husband," she said. "What did you expect would happen?"

"I love you Jenny," Tom said. "You said you loved me too."

"I said that once, when we were having sex," Jen said in a hushed voice. "I like you Tom. We had a lot of fun. But I love Mike. I told you that over and over."

"Jenny, he doesn't deserve you!" Tom said exasperated. "What kind of man wants his wife to fuck other men?"

"Will you keep your voice down!" Jen whispered glancing around the room. She angrily hissed "I don't need to explain our relationship to you!"

She paused, collecting herself. Then in a calmer voice she said, "Tom ... I'm sorry if I hurt you. But you knew what happened with Scott. You probably heard rumors about other men. This is something Mike and I do. We play, but it's never permanent. I'm not expecting you to understand it ... sometimes I don't understand it. But you knew going into it that it was temporary. You can't tell me you didn't know that."

"Whatever," Tom said bitterly, looking defeated. "So what now, you're gonna fire me too?"

"I don't work that way Tom," Jen said. "I'm still working with Scott, right? You're really talented. I can put this behind us if you can."

"I'm just one of your worker bees again, is that it?" Tom said bitterly.

Inside Jen was getting annoyed. They'd had a fling, it'd been fun and pleasurable for both of them, but he knew going in she was married and it was only temporary. It's not like he was a love struck teenager, Tom was an adult. And she suspected he lied and never intended to pull out that last time. Yes, she'd been incredibly stupid, but he'd lied to her and now she and Mike had to live with the consequences.

But he probably WAS the father of the baby inside her. What if someday the baby wanted to know his biological father? Shouldn't she maintain a good relationship with Tom in case that happened?

"You're not just a worker bee Tom," she said. "I care about you. I care about Tommy too. Let's be friends, okay?"

"Friends with benefits?" he said with a crooked grin.

"Oh god, is that what this's about?" Jen laughed.

"No it's not," Tom said. He grinned again and said, "Sure I'd like to get you back into my bed." Then his face went serious. "But I thought we had something Jenny. I thought, if we gave it a chance, we might have something permanent."

"Not gonna happen Tom," Jen said knowing she had to cut this off right now. "I care about you. I do. But friends is the best I can do."

Back at work, Jen went into Allie's office and flopped into her chair.

"What's up girlfriend?" Allie said.

"Tom just gave me a major guilt trip," Jen said troubled. "I mean, how could he not know it was temporary? I don't know. Maybe I did lead him on."