Consequences Pt. 09

I'd cum while Larry fucked Jen. But I was still full of lust! That's how crazy turned on I was. I knew beating off again wouldn't help. Have you ever been so turned on an orgasm doesn't help? Your dick goes soft after cumming, but you're still full of lust? That's how I was.

I needed a break. I couldn't take more, not at that moment.

I grabbed the pillow and blanket and opened the door to the patio. I looked back. Jen's eyes were closed and her head rolled back. Jamie was kissing up her neck and playing with her tits. Larry was between her legs, licking her, I guess getting practice with another part of a girl's body. Round two had already started.

I sat on the recliner. I felt stunned, shocked, lustful, bothered, excited, jealous. I ticked the points off in my head. Jen had neglected me all weekend, barely spending any time with me, ridiculing me sometimes. She'd given her body to Jamie, at least 5 years younger, while giving me almost nothing. She just had a threesome and gave an innocent virgin boy probably the best first fuck in recorded history. And, the virgin (Larry) was Jamie's kid brother. His brother! His fucking brother!!

My mind reeled as I tried to process all this, especially the last part. His brother! His VIRGIN brother! God ...

By luck I'd carried the scotch out with me. I gulped it down and wished for more. Then I realized I'd hung my bathing suit and t-shirt on the patio to dry. I put them on and went to the bar.

The bar was mostly empty. Manuel was there and he served me a scotch. He didn't ask where Jen was. I guess he knew. I sucked down that scotch and Manuel set me up with another.

I felt a tap on my shoulder. My heart leaped thinking it was Jen. But when I turned I saw it was Tara.

She looked at my bathing suit. "I'm going for a moonlight swim too," she said. She was in her bikini and she seemed drunk. "Come on, join me." She ordered a bottle of champagne and two glasses from Manuel.

I let her lead me to a hot tub. Even in my stupor I noticed she detoured to take us to an out-of-the-way hot tub. We got in. I was chivalrous enough to open the champagne and pour us both a glass.

"I'm so glad college is almost over," she said. "It's so boring. College guys are so boring. Like all the guys here. You know?"

"You think Jamie's boring?" I said with a sarcastic laugh. "You know what he's doing right now, right?"

"Fucking your wife's brains out?" Tara said harshly. In her drunken state she slurred her words. She gave me a sympathetic look (or was that pity?). "I don't get Jen. Why would she want an asshole like Jamie when she has you? I mean, yeah, I get he's probably a great fuck, but he's barely gonna graduate."

"You've never been with him?" I asked. I poured her more champagne.

"Yuk! You're kidding right?" Tara scoffed. "He's such a player. I want someone serious. A guy who can put together more than 3 word sentences."

"I guess Jen's needs are more basic," I said with a bitter laugh.

"Why are you with her?" Tara asked. "I mean, I get it, she's pretty. Prettier than me." She laughed. "But you're Mike Andrews. Why do you put up with it?"

I stared at her, startled. "Have we met before?" I said stupidly. "I mean, I know we've met ... obviously ... but do we know each other?"

"I told you I'm a computer science major," Tara said with a shrug. "You're pretty famous. You know, in a Bill Gates sorta way."

I looked at Tara, as if for the first time. She was really pretty, a brunette. Curvier than Jen, bigger breasts. Her tummy was a little rounded but otherwise she had a really nice body. Definitely attractive. Not as gorgeous or super hot as Jen, but still ... In college, I would've thought her way out of my league, just like Jen.

She saw me checking her out. She said "Here, let me." She picked up the bottle of champagne and refilled my glass. As she did she "accidentally" brushed her big breasts against my cheek. I felt myself get hard.

As if embarrassed by her boldness, she sat back against the other side of the hot tub. "So you really let your wife sleep with other men?"

"I don't know how much sleep they get," I joked.

She could tell I was full of shit, that I was tormented by this. "Why do you do it?" she pressed.

I shrugged. "I'm one of those guys who gets off on it," I said honestly. "I like seeing her with other men." After a moment I added "I can't really satisfy her."

She gave me a "seriously?" look. "Mike, you've got a tongue right? You've got fingers. I assume you have a penis." She frowned at me. We were both pretty drunk by that time. "Believe me, you can satisfy her. And it doesn't matter how big or small you are."

"Okay," I said looking away. I couldn't believe we were talking about this, but like I said, we were pretty drunk.

"You're really cute, you know that?" she said with a smile. "And you're kinky. I like that. I hope Jen knows how lucky she is."

"She says she loves me," I said.

Tara nodded. "And I bet you adore her, huh?" she said with a shake of her head. "Why do the pretty blondes with long legs get all the great guys?" She studied me. As if making a decision, she took the bottle and chugged it, as if for courage. Then she slid over to me and put her hand over my cock. "Do you ever have fun too, when Jen's with another man?" she said with a sultry smile. She gently squeezed my cock. "This is more than enough to make me happy." She leaned in and kissed me.

We both were drunk. I was way horny. I guess she was too. That's how it happens, right?

I kissed Tara back. I wanted her. I wanted to ravage her young hot body and make her scream my name. I wanted to make her cum on my cock. I wanted to feel like a man!

But I couldn't cheat on Jen. I couldn't do that to her. I loved her too much.

I gently pulled away from Tara. Disappointment filled her eyes. No one likes being rejected.

"It's not you Tara," I assured her. "I think you're really hot. But I can't cheat on Jen."

"Seems kinda unfair," she said bitterly. "She's fucking Jamie right now, isn't she?"

"Yeah but ... that's how it works with us. Honestly she's the only girl I want."

"Okay," Tara said resignedly. "Do me a favor? Don't talk about this."

"I'll never say anything," I promised.

Tara got out of the hot tub and started walking away.

"Hey Tara," I said. She turned to me. "Call me if you need a job after college."

Her eyes went wide. "Are you serious?"

"Sure. It'll be a good CS job, I promise." Being a partner who brings in a ton of money has its advantages.

"God Mike, thanks! The job market really sucks, I'll definitely call you!" she gushed. She looked overjoyed. "I can't believe I'll be in New York City!"

I got out of the hot tub after Tara left. There was still champagne in the bottle. I carried it with me back to our room.

I squeezed through the privacy shrubs onto the patio. I looked in the glass doors. They seemed to be taking a break. Jen was between them and they were laughing and talking. They were all naked. Jen looked incredible laying between the 2 naked guys. She was naked too although she still had the strappy high heels on. Somehow wearing the high heels made her look even sexier.

There was a lot of playful touching going on as they talked and joked around. These moments were the most gut wrenching. The moments leading up to or after sex.

The touching progressively got more intimate. Soon Jen and Larry were kissing while Jamie kissed her from behind. The two brothers taking her. Again. I watched for a while but it was too much.

I was turned on and hard. But most of all I wanted my wife back. I missed her. It wasn't just the sex. I wanted to hold her, talk to her. I wanted to be the one in bed joking around with her.

Here's the funny thing. You know what hurt the most? When she went snorkeling with Jamie and not me. We snorkeled on beach vacations, we always had. That was something we did together. It was something she should have done with me, her husband. That bothered me the most.

I put the pillow on the recliner and laid back. It was getting chilly so I pulled the blanket over me. I looked up at the stars and sipped the rest of the champagne.

Despite the heartache and angst, part of me didn't want it to end. The dark emotions were so intense, so delicious. I'd never been so turned on - so constantly turned on - in my life.

I was hard again. I took out my cock and stroked myself. For a moment I thought of Tara. But my fantasy quickly switched to Jen. She was my muse, only her. I beat off listening to the sounds of sex coming from inside. Listening to Jen's moans, her whispers.

I came after just a few moments.

I must have passed out. When I opened my eyes the sun was just coming up.

I tried to get up. My head spun. Note to self: scotch, hot tub and champagne do not mix.

I sat still for a moment and the spinning stopped. My stomach felt a little queasy but otherwise I felt okay.

I cautiously approached the glass doors. I looked in. They were all still asleep, their naked bodies entangled. Jen's head rested on Jamie's arm, her arm thrown over his chest. Larry spooned her from behind. She was no longer wearing the high heels. Her pretty bare feet were tangled with Larry's legs behind her.

It was hard to look at my wife sleeping like that. Her sleeping with another man (or in this case, men) really bothered me. Like I said, the sex part wasn't so hard. It was the stuff before and after that were hard.

It got me hot though. Fortunately the patio was private. I pulled my cock out. I stroked myself as I looked at them sleeping. As I came I managed to shoot my spunk onto the shrubs instead of the glass doors.

At times like this I always got depressed after cumming. I needed coffee. Maybe caffeine would pick me up. I still had my bathing suit and t-shirt on. I probably looked like a mess, but it was early.

I walked to the restaurant. Luckily I didn't run into anyone I knew. I particularly didn't want to see Tara, that would be too awkward.

I got two cups of coffee. Jamie and Larry could get their own fucking coffee.

I slipped back onto the patio. I sat back down onto the recliner, sipping my coffee.

Almost immediately Jen came out onto the patio, wearing a robe. See saw me and said "There you are!" She looked relieved. She saw the second cup of coffee and said "You just saved my life!" She kissed me, then picked up the coffee. She recognized immediately I'd gotten her a skinny caramel latte, her favorite. "You're pretty amazing, you know?" she said giving me a crooked grin.

"No whip too," I said smiling back.

She smiled and then took a sip of the coffee. "I so needed this," she gushed.

"Long night huh?" I asked, a little sarcasm in my voice.

"Long weekend," she corrected. She heard the sarcasm in my voice and put her finger to my lips. "We'll talk in a minute. I need to say goodbye to Jamie and Larry."

Handing me her coffee, she went back into the room. I watched from the patio. Jamie and Larry had gotten dressed. Jen went to Larry first. "You're really a great guy," she said rubbing his arm and smiling into his eyes. She gave him a peck on the lips.

After a night with Jen Larry was much more confident. It was like a different person. He wrapped his arms around Jen and turned the peck into a lingering, passionate kiss. Finally Jen broke away. "Wow," she said amazed, smiling into this face.

"Can I see you later?" Larry boldly asked. "You're not leaving until tomorrow right?"

"Um ... thanks but I wanna spend today with my husband," she said. "I had a great time last night." She got on her tiptoes and whispered into his ear. I could just make it out. "I'm so happy I was your first. Remember me okay?"

Jen turned to Jamie. "See ya later Miami," she joked with a playful smile.

"You too Penn State," Jamie joked back. They laughed and hugged. "Call me if you've ever in Miami."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh. They did a silly fist bump and then he and Larry left.

Jen came back out to me on the patio. She sat down next to me on the recliner. I handed her the coffee and she sipped it.

"So it's over?" I asked referring to my first wish.

"I'm ready for it to be over," she said.

"Me too," I agreed.

"Did you enjoy it?" she asked looking at me.

"Honesty?" I said. "It was the most exciting time in my life. Also really troubling. But ..."

"But?" she prompted.

"Part of me is disappointed it's over," I said. "Part of me wants to keep playing."

She nodded, looking straight ahead.

"How about you?" I asked.

"It was the same for me," she admitted. "I want to talk to you about it."

"Okay," I said. I grinned at her. "First though ..."

She smiled at me. I took her hand and we walked back inside. I took off my t-shirt and bathing suit and she took off her robe. We got into bed and hugged. Just hugged, her skin against mine, nothing between us.

I pulled away and looked her up and down. She still had the prettiest face. She still had the sexiest body. If anything she looked even more incredible with her new tan (and I found bikini lines really sexy since they showed how skimpy her bikinis were!).

Jamie and Larry had left love bites along her neck, shoulders and breasts. I kissed them all.

She stroked me. I got hard, but not completely hard. "What's wrong?" she asked.

"I've been masturbating a lot," I said sheepishly.

"Oh," she said with a giggle. "That's okay, I'm kinda sore. But I want you inside me."

She got on top and we kissed. God it felt so good to kiss her, to hold her!

As we kissed she reached between our bodies and continued to stroke my cock.

She got up and straddled by hips. She continued to stroke me. With her other hand she scrapped her nails lightly over the underside of my balls. I was rock hard now.

She looked into my eyes and said, "Mike I think we should use a condom."

I looked back into her eyes. "Yeah," I agreed.

She got a condom and rolled it on me. Then she lowered herself on me. She felt a little loose, but still incredible.

"You told Larry girls want their men on top, they want their men in charge," I said as she rode me.

"This is us baby," she said kissing me. "I like being on top, you know that."

I didn't last long, even with the condom on, even with her looseness. I grunted and came. I felt bad, she hadn't come close to a climax. She read my mind and said "It's okay I knew I wasn't going to cum."

We got room service. After breakfast I said "Ready to talk?"

She turned up her nose. "It kinda stinks in here." The room did stink of sex. We opened the glass door all the way to air out the room and called housekeeping to clean up (we left a big tip).

"Maybe we can find a hot tub someplace," she suggested. "A private one."

"I know the perfect place," I said. I led her to the hot tub from last night.

"How did you find this place?" she asked as she got in. She looked at me with a curious look on her face. The hot tub was off the beaten path and hard to find.

"I came here last night," I said.

"I wondered where you disappeared to," she said.

That surprised me. "You knew I wasn't there?"

"Of course I did Mike," she said.

We sat across from each other, just like Tara and I had last night. We were silent for a while, relaxing in the hot bubbling water.

"Why'd you leave last night?" she asked. "You said all this excited you?"

"It was TOO exciting," I said. "It felt like I was going to burst. I needed air." I added "It bothered me when you snorkeled with Jamie. And left for dinner without me."

She looked at me for a long time, studying me. "That's what you wanted though, right Mike?" she asked.

"I guess ..." I admitted. I added more definitively, "Yeah, I did."

"You wanted me to be mean to you," she pressed. "You wanted me to ignore you."

Her tone was harsh. "Are you mad at me?" I asked.

"Yes. No. I don't know." She laughed without humor. "Your fantasies are hard sometimes Mike. I told you I'd do anything with your 3 wishes. You wished and I did it."

I suddenly appreciated what she'd gone though. It hurt her to be cruel to me. It would be like asking me to be mean to her. I wouldn't be able to do it.

"I'm sorry honey," I said hugging her. "The snorkeling thing. It must've hurt you to leave me behind."

"It did, and it didn't," she said.

"What do you mean?"

"I got into the game," she admitted. "I liked it. I know that's terrible ..."

"It's okay baby, it's what I wanted," I assured her. I grinned at her. "So it turned you on to be mean to me?"

She smiled back sheepishly. "I wasn't really trying to be mean to you. I mean I was pretending at first, but then later once I got into it ... It was more like, I knew what I wanted, and you got in the way," she said with an uncertain laugh, as if coming to grips with all of this. "I liked the control."

"Okay," I said processing what she said.

"I feel bad now," she said looking at me with a guilty face.

"It's okay baby, it turns me on too," I assured her.

She smiled at me, relief on her pretty face.

I had a sudden urge. I reached under the water and hooked her bikini bottoms with my thumbs. "Raise up baby," I said.

"Mike, seriously?" she said with a nervous giggle, but she raised her butt up. I pulled her bottoms off her legs.

"Make sure you don't lose that," she giggled looking at her bottoms in my hand.

I smiled at her. I caressed her inner thighs. She parted her legs, then lowered herself into the water more so only her head was above the bubbling hot water. I traced circles around her clit. "Feels good," she sighed.

"Are you sore?" I asked, my fingers lightly rubbing around and over her clit.

"Yeah, but that feels good," she said her eyes closed.

"At the football game. You let the guys touch you? You didn't make them stop?"

"I did at first," she said. "But then I let them."

"They weren't nervous, that I was right there?" I asked, lightly rubbing her clit.

"I told Jamie you liked watching guys fuck me."

I raised an eyebrow at her. "You only told Jamie?"

"There were a few guys there when I told him," she admitted. She gave me a mischievous smile. "Some girls there too."

I thought about that. "That must have blown their minds," I said with a grin.

"Um, yeah!" she said with a laugh.

"Was Tara there?" I asked.

Her eyes opened. She studied me. "I think so. Why?"

"I talked to her some," I said with an innocent shrug. "I had to talk to somebody, you were gone so much."

"Okay ...," she said with a frown.

"Move over here a little," I said. "Open your legs a little more." Now there were three jets massaging her clit, along with my fingers.

"That feels freaking awesome," she gushed. She quickly forgot about Tara.

"Do me a favor," I said. "Take off your top."

She looked at me. I don't know why I asked. Maybe because I wanted her to do what I said. To reestablish my place as her husband, the man she listened to.

Without saying anything, Jen reached behind her and pulled the strings. Then she handed her bikini top to me. Now she was completely naked under the water.

I put both her top and bottoms on the ledge next to us. I got in front of her, kinda floating in the water, with my arms on either side of her, boxing her in. I leaned in and kissed her. I kissed down her neck. "You let Jamie give you a hickey on the dance floor," I said.

"Yeah," she admitted.

"You knew I'd get mad."

"Yeah, I did," she admitted again. "He was my man Mike," she bluntly said looking into my eyes. "I let him do whatever he wanted to me."

Her answer surprised me. Bothered me. Turned me on.

"You know how I get," she said soothingly. "How I get lost in it."

"I'm your man Jen," I insisted.

"You weren't the last 2 days, Jamie was," she said looking into my eyes. "But you're my man again." She looked at her discarded top and bottoms on the ledge. "So I'm letting you do whatever you want to me."