Consequences Pt. 08

"Mike's got a bum leg, but I can play," Jen said. She crossed her arms and pulled off her cover up, which was just a short sun dress. "Hold this for me okay honey," she said carelessly throwing it onto my chest. Without waiting for me to reply she ran off to join the game.

It was touch football, about half guys / girls. Jen was the oldest there (since she was 27 and the others were still in college) but you wouldn't know it by her youthful looks. She was by far the prettiest girl there.

There was a lot of flirting and touching going on. I quickly found out why they called it a drinking football game. With every touchdown, the other team had to chug a beer. After a couple of scores, the rules changed magically and both teams chugged a beer with each touchdown. Touching got more frequent and fragrant as the beer flowed, practically turning into tackle football. Jen seemed to be a favorite target. More than once the other team "fumbled" the ball right into her hands, and then immediately ran after her to tackle her. More than once I saw Jen adjust her bikini after a "hard tackle" (i.e. blatant fondle).

She finally returned to the chairs, laughing and walking next to Jamie. She was definitely way passed tipsy. Her nipples were hard and poked through her bikini top. "Hey baby," she said giving me a quick peck on the cheek. She grabbed her cover up and put it on. "They have a margarita happy hour but it ends in 5 minutes." She tenderly squeezed my bad leg. "I'll bring you back one okay?"

"Okay," I said.

Jamie lit a cigarette. He offered the pack to Jen. "Want one?"

"Oh god yes!" she gushed. She playfully took the one from his mouth. "I'll take this one," she said giggling. She took a long draw.

"I thought you stopped smoking," I said to her.

"Mike it's just one cigarette," she said dismissively.

"We better go," Jamie said impatiently.

"Okay," she said. Without another word to me she grabbed her high heels and ran along with him. She laughed and flirted as they walked to the pool bar, more than once leaning into him, her strappy high heels hooked in her fingers.

My heart pounded. I kept a towel over my crotch to hide my hard-on. I was so turned on!

I felt jealous and neglected. I let those emotions sweep over me. They felt delicious! And gut wrenching too. It was always a balance with me, between excitement and torment.

I knew she had no intention of coming back to the beach. She was teasing me, playing the game. Knowing she was just pretending helped keep my angst in check.

After about 30 minutes I gathered our stuff and walked back to the pool bar. It took some time because my limp made it hard to walk over the sand.

I saw her at the bar. She was sitting on a stool, her legs crossed. She wore only the bikini and the strappy high heels. At some point she'd taken off the cover-up. Jamie sat close to her. As they laughed and flirted they were very touchy-feely.

She smiled seeing me. "Hi baby," she said giving me a kiss. She turned towards me so she wasn't so close to him.

"Happy hour's still on?" I asked sarcastically.

"Oh darn I forgot!" she said. She quickly turned and grabbed a plastic cup. "Here's your margarita," she said looking apologetic. The ice had long melted. She turned to the bartender, "Manuel, can you freshen this up?"

"Forget it," I said bitterly. I felt like leaving. Even knowing she was playing I felt annoyed and hurt.

"Come on Mike, don't be a baby," she said with a laugh, giving Jamie a quick smile. She hooked her arm in mine keeping me there.

The bartender served a round of margaritas. "Thanks Manuel," she said to him with a smile. "This is my husband Mike."

Manual gave me a friendly smile and we shook hands over the bar.

"Here," Jen said handing the margarita to me. She sounded tipsy and slurred her words a little. "You need to catch up."

I did need to catch up. I needed to take the edge off to survive Jen's torment. It was my wish, but it was still gut wrenching. I gulped the margarita and Manual quickly made me another.

I pulled over a stool because my leg was starting to ache. Jen had turned back to Jamie, laughing and talking again. Their knees almost touched.

It was a big rocking party, the Miami and Florida State college students having a big combined happy hour. Jen seemed to know everyone. She talked and laughed with a lot of people but gave most of her attention to Jamie.

Jamie lit a cigarette and gave it to Jen. Then he lit another for himself. She inhaled the cigarette closing her eyes momentarily as the nicotine flowed through her body.

She saw my scowl. "We're on vacation, okay?" she said dismissively to me.

I felt anger growing. Okay, this was my wish, I got that. But she knew I hated smoking. She was going too far with the game.

The sun had set and the band was playing a funky reggae tune. "I feel like dancing," she said. She looked at me, but knew my bum leg made it impossible for me to dance.

"My husband hurt his leg," she said to Jamie. "Come on," she said with a laugh, pulling him off the stool. They laughed as they drunkenly stumbled for a moment.

Jen squished out the cigarette. She reached down and took off her high heels. "Hold these for me okay?" she said dropping her heels into my lap.

She looked at me and saw the cloud over my face. She lean towards me. I thought she was going to say something like "I'm just playing baby. Do you want me to stop?"

Instead she whispered harshly "Lighten up Mike, god we're on vacation."

I felt shaken. Manual must have noticed because he looked at me with a raised questioning eyebrow, silently asking if I wanted another one. The margarita was typical resort quality, in other words, expensive with little alcohol. I needed something stronger. "You got a single malt scotch?" I asked him. He nodded and set me up.

There was a lot of rubbing and bumping on the dance floor. It looked like a big frat party.

Jen danced close with Jamie. She turned so her back was to him. She leaned into him, raising her arms and wrapping them around his neck. She slid up and down the front of his body in sync with the sexy beat of the music, like the strip tease she'd done with me.

They finally returned after 30 minutes on the dance floor. Jen's body glistened with sweat and her hard nipples poked through her bikini top. Manual served new drinks and Jen gulped down the margarita. She had her cum face on.

One of the cups of her bikini top had shifted with all the bumping and grinding, revealing a little of her areola. "Jen, come on," I said annoyed fixing her bikini top.

"Don't worry Mike, it's nothing I haven't seen before!" Jamie said drunkenly. He and everyone around laughed. My anger burned and I wanted to punch the bastard!

She leaned towards me and I thought she was going to chastise me again. Instead she gave me a big sloppy open mouth kiss. She squeezed my crotch. I was hard of course. "Don't drink too much, I'm gonna need this tonight," she said. She said it loud enough so everyone could hear, and she rolled her eyes while looking at her new friends as she said it. Everyone laughed, and I knew they were laughing at me. I felt my face flush and my erection shrunk, like she'd emasculated me. She felt me soften and she gave me a "Seriously?" look.

After a while people began drifting off, friends going out to dinner, couples going to their rooms to fuck. There was only a few of the group left. Jen wandered off with Jamie, back to the dance floor. The dance floor was still crowded. I could just barely see them on the far side, but they were like shadows in the darkness. I thought I saw them kissing.

Jen returned with Jamie later. She made a point of fixing her bikini top. She was holding his hand although as she approached she let his hand go. She looked flushed. She definitely had her cum face on.

I instinctively looked at her neck. There was a red mark there, he'd given her a hickey. I got so pissed! "You let him do this?" I hissed in a low voice touching her neck. I moved to get up. I so wanted to punch Jamie! He was bigger than me and I had a bum leg, but I didn't care!

"Will you calm down?" she said impatiently. She added dismissively, "It's no big deal." She said to Manual, "Can you give my husband another drink? He still needs to get in vacation mode."

I drank the scotch and started feeling drunk. Jen was talking with a group of Jamie's friends. She came back and said, "We're going to Jamie's room. They bought some weed."

My head was getting cloudy with alcohol. But I couldn't believe she'd just said that. "You want to smoke pot?" I said derisively. "Seriously Jen?"

"If you don't want to then fine, I'll see you later," she said impatiently.

"Forget it, I'll go," I said. Even though I was furious with her she was still my wife, I needed to make she was safe.

"Whatever," she said. She sounded disappointed I was joining them.

She grabbed the strappy high heels from my grasp. She sensed Jamie's presence behind her and smiled at him. She held onto his shoulder (instead of mine) as she slipped on her right high heel and then her left. I wondered how in the world I'd so quickly lost being her man.

I walked behind them, not quite able to keep up with my bum leg. She managed to not hold his hand although she playfully bumped into him constantly as they laughed and flirted.

Jamie was sharing a condo with a bunch of his buddies. Now there were about a dozen people in his room, including me and Jen, as joints were passed around the room. Like everyone else, I was drunk and rapidly getting stoned.

I closed my eyes for a second. Or maybe it was minutes or even longer, I didn't know. Some people had passed out. Others were necking. Jen and Jamie had disappeared.

Then I sensed motion in the dark hallway leading to the bathroom. I looked and was barely able to make them out. She still only wore the bikini and high heels. Jamie had Jen pressed against the wall. They were seriously making out and his hands were roaming her body.

She had one leg curved around his leg, the stiletto of her high heel digging into his calf. I could tell by her cheeks he had his tongue in her mouth. She had her hands inside his bathing suit kneading his muscular ass as he fondled her sexy body.

Jamie pulled a cup down exposing her breast. He lowered his head and sucked a nipple into his mouth.

Jen moaned and rolled her head back. But then she pushed him away. "No Jamie," she protested. "Mike's right there."

"So what?" he said uncaringly, pulling her back to him. He hooked a thumb into her bottoms and pulled them down. Clearly he intended to fuck her right there in the hallway!

"Stop Jamie!" she pushed him away. "He's right there! He's a shit sometimes but he's still my husband!"

She fixed her bikini and hair then walked to me. "God he's passed out," she said impatiently. I guess I must have looked passed out. I was so drunk and high I could barely keep my eyes open, I was looking through my eyelashes.

"God he looks like a sorry ass!" Jamie laughed. "He's gonna be hurting tomorrow."

"Help me get him home okay?" she asked Jamie.

Jamie was a big guy. He was able to pull me up and get his arm around me. "Fuck he weighs a ton," he complained.

"He's gained weight lately," Jen said. "His leg."

I managed to half walk with my arm around the younger muscular man. He carried most of my weight. In our room he pushed me onto the bed and I collapsed face down.

"Be nice," Jen giggled.

"Fuck I feel like I pulled my back!" he laughed. "Tell him to go on a diet!"

"I'll see what I can do," she said laughing with him.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. "Jamie he's right there!" she whispered.

"He's dead to the world," Jamie said looking at me.

Jen studied me. "You think so?" she asked.

"Yeah, he's not waking up," he said kissing her. He reached behind her and pulled the strings of her top. He tossed the top onto the bed, right next to my face. "Anyway do you care?"

"Of course I care, he's my husband," she protested, but she didn't stop him as he cupped and fondled her naked breasts. He kissed her and she kissed him back.

He paused kissing her long enough to say, "You said he lets you fuck around."

"Yeah but not when he's passed out," she said with a laugh.

"So you want to stop?" he asked as he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples.

She moaned and studied me again. "Fuck it," she said. She turned off the light. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

She moved him to the sofa. He said down and she got on her knees. The sofa was under the window so it was illuminated by the light outside. They were angled to me and only a few feet away so I saw them perfectly in profile through my closed eyelashes.

She helped him pull off his shirt. She'd see his chest before of course on the beach, but she still smiled approvingly. She scrapped her nails down his well-defined chest. "Nice," she said smiling into his eyes.

He smiled back at her. "So you fuck around a lot?" he asked.

"Only when I need to," she said pulling down his bathing suit, her eyes fixed on his crotch. She liked what she saw. Really big, really thick, really hard. She wrapped her hands around him.

"How often is that?" he said grinning.

"A lot," she admitted with a laugh, then she stole a glance back at me. Satisfied I was still passed out she looked back at Jamie. Smiling she put a finger to her lips, telling him to be more quiet.

"You're a big boy," she whispered, slowly stroking him up and down.

"I've never had complaints," he said with a smug smile.

"Confident aren't you?" she said with a crooked grin. "I like that." She lowered her head and took him into her mouth. He moaned and rolled his head back.

From his face I could tell he wasn't going to last long, not with her twirling her tongue over the flat of his shaft. "Hold up," he said yanking her hair, pulling her face off his cock.

He stood her up and pulled down her bikini bottoms. He smiled approvingly at her completely bare pussy. "Why don't college girls shave like this?" he said smiling, rubbing his thumb over her completely bare skin above her clit.

"I always did," she said straddling his lap.

"Mike's a lucky guy," he said grinning.

"I think you're the lucky one tonight cowboy," she said. She reached into her bag and pulled out a condom. "Here," she said giving him the square foil package. He quickly ripped it open and rolled the condom on. She reached between them and guided his sheathed cock to her pussy lips.

"God!" she grunted as his cockhead penetrated her. "Go slow okay?"

"You're so fucking tight!" he gasped. He turned her over onto her back. He slowly penetrated her with his thick long shaft. I noticed she was still wearing the strappy high heels.

He finally got balls deep and started rocking back and forth.

"Oh god you feel so fucking good!" she gasped as he fucked her.

I couldn't resist anymore. I sat up on the bed and opened my eyes completely. I reached into my bathing suit and stroked myself.

Jen sensed movement and turned her head. She locked eyes with me for a moment. Then she turned back to Jamie, wrapping her arms around his neck and pulling him down into a kiss as he fucked her.

He put her legs over his shoulders and started fucking her faster and harder. She gripped the sofa cushions for dear life, wailing as he fucked the shit out of her. "I'm fucking cumming!" she screamed and her back arched in a massive orgasm. I came with her, my spunk splattering the inside of my bathing suit. Moments later Jamie grunted. His hips jerked as he came into the condom.

I guess I passed out after that. I woke up still in my bathing suit. The sun was coming up.

Jen wasn't next to me. I looked over at the sofa. She and Jamie slept on the sofa. They were still naked. Jen even still had the high heels on. She was curled into his arms. Seeing her sleeping in his arms felt like a kick in my gut.

Soon after they woke up. The three of us looked at each other. To say it was awkward was an understatement. Jen kicked off the high heels and pulled a blanket around her. She got up and walked to the bathroom. On the way she gave me a kiss.

"How's your head?" she asked.

"Probably drank too much last night," I admitted.

"Me too," she said with a weak smile. "How's your leg?"

"A little stiff," I said.

She got on her knees and rubbed my leg. As she did I reached into the blanket and cupped her breast. "Not now Mike," she said pushing my hand away. She wrapped the blanket tighter around her and went into the bathroom.

Jamie and I looked awkwardly at each other. "Dude I'm so hung over," he said groggily. He got a beer from the in-room bar. "You mind? Tail of the dog you know?" I nodded to him. He opened it and took a long chug.

My head was pounding. Too much scotch, too much weed. Jamie got out another beer and offered it to me with a raised eyebrow. What the hell, I thought. I couldn't feel any worst. I nodded and took the beer from him and took a long drink. I did feel a little better.

Jen came out this time in a short robe. She looked hung over too. But she still looked sexy and so gorgeous, her blonde hair tussled and falling over her pretty face. She saw us drinking beers. She took my beer and drank some, looking into my eyes.

"I better get going," Jamie said awkwardly, seeing us reconnecting as a couple.

Jen went to him. She rubbed his muscular chest, giving him a knowing, crooked smile.

"I'll see you later," he said grinning back.

"See ya," she said. She gave him a quick kiss to the lips.

Jen sat next to me on the bed. I felt bothered and upset, but also really horny. I pulled the belt and the robe fell open. In addition to the hickey she had love bites on her neck and tits.

"I wish you wouldn't let him mark you," I said.

"It's not a big deal," she said. "They'll be gone by the time we get home. Anyway, people will think you did that to me."

"People here will see," I said.

"We'll never see them again," she said. She took another drink of the beer and I could tell it was making her feel better too. "I'm glad that trick still works," she said smiling. "Come on, let's get up I'm starving."

"Wait," I said putting my hand on her thigh. I was really hot after last night. I wanted her.

"I'm really hungry Mike," she said pushing my hand off and getting up.

Okay, whatever. I'd get her after breakfast. I tried getting up but I got dizzy. "I need to sit here a minute," I said.

"Okay," she said. She went into the bathroom and I heard the shower running. She came out with her hair up and a little make up on. She dropped her robe and rubbed moisturizer lotion all over. Then she put on a different bikini, a cute pink one with while polka dots. Today her cover up was a denim miniskirt and a tank top. She wore flip flops instead of high heels. She said "I'm going to breakfast. I'll meet you at the pool."

That surprised me. I thought she'd wait for me to feel better, maybe nurse me a little. She wasn't showing any sympathy for me, and she hadn't said a word about yesterday. Then I realized she was still playing the game. The thought excited me, but it felt like dread too.

I took her hand and pulled her down to sit next to me on the bed. "Jen we need to talk," I said. "I don't think I can take another day like yesterday."

She looked at me, studying me. Then she got up. "I'll see you later," she said. She leaned towards me and scrunched up her nose. "You should take a shower, you smell kinda rank."

Fuck I thought. She was serious about this game, no safe word. I had two more days of this!

She hadn't even taken care of me and I was hard as a rock. I reached down and wrapped my hand around my cock. I thought of seeing Jen sleeping in Jamie's arms. I came after only a few jerks. I wiped myself with a towel and then closed my eyes, gasping from my orgasm.