Consequences Pt. 09

"What else do you want to do to me Mike?" she asked.

She saw the hunger in my eyes. She reached under the water and pulled off my bathing suit. Then she switched with me so I was sitting down on the seat under the water. She leaned into me, her tits pressed against my chest. She wrapped her hands around my cock and stroked me. She kissed me as she jerked me off.

I came. Then I insisted on getting her off with my fingers. I worked her gently because she was sore. Afterwards we hurriedly got back into our bathing suits, giggling like kids who'd done a naughty thing. We went back to our room to shower and change.

We got into fresh bathing suits. Jen put on a cover-up over her bikini, another one of those really short sundresses held up by a thin spaghetti strap on each shoulder. I put on a polo shirt with my bathing suit.

We went to the hotel restaurant for lunch and sat outside on the large patio overlooking the ocean. We saw a lot of Jamie's friends. While polite, Jen's demeanor made it clear playtime was over and she was mine again.

Jamie and Larry came over. Again she was polite, but essentially gave Jamie the cold shoulder. She was gentler with the young Larry but he got the message too and left.

It was good spending alone time with Jen, just us. I needed time to reconnect, and I think she felt the same way.

After lunch we went to the beach. Jen took off her sundress cover-up and I took off my polo shirt. Jamie and his friends were around. Again she was polite but she made it clear she was with me. They must've been confused seeing us together again after what'd happened the last 2 days, but I didn't care. It was great to have my wife back, I didn't care what they thought.

Jamie came by and offered Jen a cigarette. Jen looked at me. I didn't like her smoking. I had a thing against smoking because my brother Joe was a cancer survivor. She'd smoked the other day with Jamie but now the game was over. She looked at me and then Jamie and shook her head. I guess he was hoping to get her alone so he left disappointed.

Jen sat on the edge of the recliner her feet in the sand. She had her elbows on her knees and her chin rested on her hands. She looked at me. "I know you don't like smoking," she said. "But you can't control me Mike. I like a cigarette now and then. I don't smoke a lot. I'll be okay."

"I guess I don't understand smoking," I said. "Why do you like it so much?"

"It calms me," she said. "It's not easy playing the game sometimes. Meeting new people. Flirting. Competing with other girls. Always having to be pretty and sexy." She laughed. "You try it sometime, it's not easy. A cigarette helps take the edge off."

I thought about what she was saying. "I get it," I said nodding. "But we're not playing the game right now."

"You don't think so?" she said with a laugh. "This time yesterday I was with Jamie and his friends. They're still here. You don't think that makes me nervous?"

"Yeah, I see," I said. I never really saw it from her point of view, but now I understood. It was like what they say in high school, it's hard work to be popular. "Do you want me to get you a pack?" I said as a peace offering.

She gave me an appreciative smile. "No, it's better I don't have a pack because then I will smoke too much. I'm going to bum one off Jamie. Is that okay? Don't worry, I'll be a good girl."

"Okay," I said reluctantly. But she was right, she was her own person, I couldn't control her. I wouldn't want to control her.

Jen walked over to Jamie and his friends and bummed a cigarette from him. He was more than happy to give her one. I was relieved to see she at least didn't flirtingly take the one from his mouth. Instead he gave her one and then he lit it while she held it in her lips.

I tried not to stare. Everyone knew my MO by that time, but still I didn't want to be obvious about it. Anyway, I didn't want anything to happen today. I wanted to just relax with Jen on the last day of our vacation.

She came back about 10 minutes later. "See, just a cigarette, no gang bang." She said it kind of dismissively.

I felt like she was being sassy with me. I asked "Are you mad at me?"

She was laying on her stomach, her head resting on her crossed arms. "No," she said turning her head to look at me. "I kinda like bossing you around," she said with a playful, mischievous smile. "You know, the control thing." She reached behind her and pulled the string at her back. "Rub lotion on my back baby."

I smiled and got up. Kneeling on the sand I rubbed lotion into her back, giving her a mini back massage. "So I'm man enough to put lotion on you?" I joked, referring to our joke the other day about how only "her MAN" was fit to put lotion on her.

"You're my cuckold," she said a twinkle in her eye. "But you'll have to due today."

Her words aroused me. But they bothered me too. "Jen ... I like being your cuckold. I want to be your cuckold. But I'm still your man."

"I was just joking Mike," she said with a laugh.

"I know, but ... the games we play, sometimes I worry ... will you ever lose respect for me?"

"It's just a game Mike," she said. "I told you, you're the only man I'll ever love."

Her answer wasn't quite satisfying. I didn't know what it was. It was like she had an edge to her today.

Later I said to Jen, "Let's snorkel the reefs."

"Okay," she agreed with an indulgent laugh. She realized snorkeling together was important to me. I knew it was dumb, but we'd snorkel together at every beach vacation we'd ever gone on. I liked traditions.

We rented gear and walked to the ocean. We walked by Jamie and his friends.

"Give me a sec," she said to me and she walked over to Jamie. She and Jamie walked a few feet away, just far enough to be apart from the rest of his group. I waited as they talked. They laughed and a few times Jamie whispered into her ear. Each time Jen laugh and shook her head no.

By this point I was pretty sensitive about her paying attention to Jamie. I started getting annoyed as the seconds passed. She finally returned.

"What was that about?" I said annoyed.

"Mike it was nothing," she said with a laugh. "I was barely gone."

I realized she was right. She'd been gone just a few minutes. I realized something else. I was aroused.

She gave me a knowing grin. Holy shit, she's dicking with me! She's pushing my cuckold buttons. I couldn't help smiling back at her.

We had fun snorkeling together. We snorkeled side-by-side. Often times we held hands or our bodies would be touching as we moved through the water or stopped to look at sea life.

We went back to our room after snorkeling. It was mid-afternoon. We got into bed to take a nap. We kissed a little but sex was out of the question. We were both exhausted. Jen was sore, and I'd cum so much I wasn't sure if I could get hard again any time soon.

When I woke up I WAS hard. Jen had my cock in her mouth. "Hi sleepyhead," she teased looking at me with bedroom eyes. I'd cum so many times already that weekend, including two times with her today, but still she got me off really fast.

After I came she snuggled into my arms. "I really do love you baby," she said.

We fell asleep again. When we woke it was well passed sunset and we were both famished. We decided to go into town for dinner.

Jen got into the shower first. She always did because it took her longer to get ready. When I got out of the shower she was doing her hair and makeup. I was ready when she was still deciding what to wear.

She put on a slinky black dress. It was held up by two spaghetti straps and ended mid-thigh. I loved that dress on her. It really hugged her curves and showed a lot of leg. She normally wore a strapless bra with it, but she'd left the bras (and panties) at home. That was okay with me! I loved it when her nipples dented what she was wearing.

I sat on the bed watching her get ready. I loved watching her dress! She knew it and gave me a crooked grin. "At least be useful, zip me up," she said with a smile, turning and holding up her long blonde hair.

I smiled back and zipped her. Then she picked up black strappy high heels. "I love it when you wear these shoes," I said.

"Fuck me pumps right?" she said with a laugh.

"Not just that," I said laughing back. "I like how they only have two thin straps, over your toes and around your ankles. You know how pretty I think your feet are."

She laughed. "You've so got a foot fetish," she playfully teased me. Then she looked at me, as if thinking of an idea. She handed me the high heels and then put her right foot on my thigh. "Ok cucky, put the shoe on me."

"Yes 'mistress' Jen," I jokingly said smiling at her. I carefully put her pretty foot in the shoe and did the strap around her slim ankle.

"Good boy," she said. She put her right foot down and then raised her left foot to my thigh. After I put the shoe on, she teasingly pressed the stiletto against my crotch. I was hard of course. "Good cucky," she said with an amused smile.

We took a taxi to a really good seafood restaurant. I don't remember the name but it was really good.

It was still early after we paid the check and I didn't want to go back to the hotel yet. Jen didn't look like she was ready to go home either.

I asked the taxi driver good places for a drink and people watching. He named a few places.

Jen said "How about Coco Bongo?"

"That's very good too senorita," the driver said.

"Sure, let's go," I said a little hesitantly. I wondered where Jen had heard of it.

Coco Bongo was trendy, high energy and packed. In the Cancun heat there was a lot of beautiful flesh on display. We found a spot at the bar and I ordered margaritas.

I was only half surprised when Jamie and his friends showed up. I was annoyed though. "Did you know he was going to be here?" I demanded.

She shrugged. Clearly she did.

We formed a circle and talked. He and his friends talked mostly about their upcoming graduation and trying to get jobs. They were young (almost a decade younger than me), but nice enough.

Larry wasn't there. Tara was, at first. We said hi and chatted a little. "Sorry about last night, I was really drunk," she whispered to me out of earshot of Jen. "Were you serious about the job?"

"Yeah, absolutely," I said.

Tara and Jen seemed to have a staring contest at each other. I guess deciding discretion was the better part of valor, Tara drifted off to say hi to other friends who arrived. I didn't see her again.

Jamie asked Jen to dance. She looked at me, and I gave her a "whatever" shrug. She went off and danced with him. At least she sort of asked me, I thought to myself.

I watched them dance. It wasn't the dirty dancing like before. There was some touching, but that was inevitable given how packed the dance floor was. Still, I didn't understand what was going on. I thought the game - my Wish #1 - was over.

They came back after a couple of dances. Jen looked flushed. She gulped down her margarita.

I pulled her aside. "What's going on?" I demanded.

"Mike I'm just dancing," she snapped frowning at me. Her tone softened and she rubbed my arm. "It's just dancing Mike."

I tried to calm down, suppress my jealousy. It WAS just dancing. She loved to dance. I didn't, and I couldn't anyway with my bum leg. I tried to bury my anger and insecurities and enjoy the evening. It was the last night of our vacation after all.

I got us another round of margaritas. We stayed talking in the circle with Jamie and his friends. Jen wasn't paying any more attention to Jamie as anyone else. I drank my margarita and tried to enjoy myself.

Everyone went off to dance again. I stayed behind drinking my margarita. They started dancing as a group, in a circle, everyone having fun. They danced a few dances. One by one they returned to where I was, sweating and gulping down beers or margaritas.

Jen and Jamie didn't return, and I couldn't see them on the dance floor.

It was obvious what was going on. I was pissed. I went looking for them. The more I looked, the more pissed I got.

I finally found them in a half lit hallway that led to a store room. They were kissing, locked in an embrace. More than that, Jamie had his hand up her skirt. And she wasn't wearing panties! She had her leg around his. She was practically dry humping him! I was furious!

"What the fuck is going on?!" I yelled pulling them apart. "Get away from her!" I yelled at Jamie. I was ready to slug him!

"Dude, calm down," Jamie said his hands up.

"You better go Jamie," Jen said looking at him and me.

"Yeah, leave!" I said scowling at him.

"Whatever!" he said disgusted, pushing passed me.

I turned and glared at Jen. She looked guilty, but there was something else too. Annoyance? Impatience? She had a lot of nerve!

"Was he fingering you?!" I demanded.

"God Mike ..." she said.

I was furious. She was MY wife. MINE! I pushed her against the wall and kissed her open mouth. I pushed my tongue into her mouth. I pulled up her skirt and grabbed her thigh, wrapping her leg around me. If she wanted fucked in this bar I WAS GONNA DO IT!

"Mike come on," she said pushing me off. She looked around embarrassed.

"What, you'll let Jamie fuck you here but not me?!" I snarled at her, feeling angry, hurt and jealous.

"Mike, honey, I'm sorry, it just happened," she said rubbing my arm. "Come on let's go home."

In the taxi I didn't say anything to her. I was so pissed!

She leaned into me and rubbed my arm, looking into my face. I avoided looking at her but I didn't push her away.

In our room I roughly threw her onto the bed. I was pissed but turned on too! I jumped on top of her, tearing off her clothes, kissing her everywhere.

I pushed up her skirt and yanked apart her legs. She was naked under the dress. I got between her legs and pulled out my hard cock.

"Condom Mike," she said reaching for one.

"Fuck you!" I growled pinning her arms over her head. I was tired of her games. She was my wife! I'd fuck her any way I wanted! I rammed my cock into her bareback!

"Mike pull out before you cum," she warned.

"I'll cum wherever I want!" I yelled. She was my wife! She was mine!

God her pussy felt so good!

"I'm fucking cumming!" I cried moments later.

"Don't Mike!" she warned. At the last moment I pulled out and came all over her stomach.

I guess we called a truce. We put on robes and walked to the private hot tub. Luckily it was empty (I was afraid Tara might be there with a friend or two). We dropped our robes (both of us completely naked) and got into the hot bubbling water.

"So what was tonight all about?" I asked annoyed. My anger was still there but I had it under control (for the moment).

She was across from me, floating in the water. She pressed her pretty feet against my chest.

When she didn't answer I said "What's going on Jen?" My anger was returning.

"Rub my feet," she said pressing her toes against my chest.

I gave her a WTF look. But I took her feet in my hands and rubbed her soles, working on her arches and heels the way I knew she liked it. She closed her eyes.

"Why'd you kiss him Jen?" I said annoyed. "The game was over."

She swam over to me, straddling my lap. She wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "I love you Mike," she said hugging me tight. "More than anything. You know that right?"

I was really confused now.

"What's going on Jen?" I said. I wasn't angry anymore. I just wanted to know.

"You can't control me Mike," she said. She said it gently, but it was like she was chastising me. "I can do what I want."

"What does that mean?" I asked. "You're my wife! You're mine!"

"Yep, I'm yours" she agreed. "You're my husband, and I love you."

"So you were just teasing me tonight?" I asked.

She didn't answer. She straddled my lap and hugged me, but she wouldn't answer.

We didn't make love that night. We were both too tired, too sore, too emotionally spent, too sexed out, too everything. But we held each other close in bed as we fell asleep.

I was the first to wake up. Jen was nestled in my arm. She liked to be snuggled when she slept.

I carefully peeled back the blanket, exposing her. We'd been together for years but I never tired looking at her face and body. God she was hot!

I decided to give her a special wakeup. I moved down and gently parted her legs, careful not to wake her up. Then I lightly and slowly licked between her pussy lips. She smelt like the chlorine of the hot tub but that was okay. Even after years of being together I was in lust with her body, I couldn't get enough of her!

I licked circles around her clit. Then I softly flicked my tongue across her clit. I alternated between her pussy lips and clit. I also moved down and caressed her ultrasensitive sandbar with the tip of my tongue.

A moan escaped Jen's lips and her body moved. She was slowly waking up.

I licked a little harder. Her pussy was getting wet, her sweet natural scent replacing the chlorine. I soaked in her sexy sweet fragance and felt my lust building.

"Oh baby what are you doing?" she said sleepily, parting her legs wider. I did my magic on her clit, also inserting a finger inside her and fingering her g-spot. "Oh god baby!" she moaned, her head rolling back and her hands clutching the sheets.

She opened her legs even wider, giving herself completely to me. I kept her on the brink of climax for long minutes, wanting to draw it out and make her eventual orgasm more powerful and longer lasting. I was good at eating pussy and I knew her body really well. I kept her at the edge, almost there but not quite, teasing her, building her up and then letting her settle down. Soon her body was writhing under my tongue, her head thrown back, her hands clawing at the sheets.

She began grinding her pussy against my face. She grabbed my hair. "Oh god Mike oh god oh god!" she moaned.

Finally I let her cum, licking her clit hard while rubbing down on her g-spot. Her back arched and her toes dug into the mattress as she had a powerful wondrous orgasm.

I moved up the bed as she panted. I looked at her pretty face as she recovered. The look of her post-orgasmic beautiful face is so amazing, I can't even describe it.

I felt good inside, knowing I could still give her so much pleasure. She saw me looking and said with a crooked smile, "You're looking pretty smug mister." Then she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. "That was an amazing way to wake up, thank you baby."

"How's your leg feel?" she asked. She got on her knees and gave me a leg massage.

"It's stiff," I said. "That feels good."

She massaged my leg for about 15 minutes. "I see something else's stiff," she joked looking at how my erection tented my shorts. I couldn't help it. I was already hot and the massage got me hotter (while also making my leg feel a lot better).

I looked at the clock. We needed to get going if we were going to catch our plane. "I guess we better start packing," I said, wanting sex but knowing we didn't have time.

She heard the disappointment in my voice. "I can take care of you," she offered with a smile.

"I want to," I said. "But we can't miss this plane. Remember you have a trip tomorrow." She had another business trip tomorrow.

"Yeah," she agreed. "Thanks honey for taking care of me." She hugged and kissed me.

Jen took a shower first. I went in next.

When I got out of the shower I couldn't help whistling at the way Jen was dressed. "Wow you look amazing!" I gushed.

She wore tight short shorts. They showed off all her long shapely legs and emphasized her tight butt, although they were just long enough not to show her ass cheeks. Her legs looked even better with her new tan. The fact she also wore strappy high heels really got my blood boiling.