Consequences Pt. 11

"I'm surprise Jamie didn't want to go with you."

"He did but I told him no." She leaned into me. "This is our time baby."

We found a little café and sat outside. The sun was glorious but it wasn't too hot.

Jen reached into her purse and took out her engagement and wedding rings. She put them on, making sure I saw her do it. Seeing the rings on her left hand again made me feel better.

"We have to talk about the wedding ring issue," I told her.

"I know," she said squeezing my hand. "But not today, okay?"

Fine, we'll talk about it later. But she was MY wife, and she WAS going to wear her wedding rings. Fuck her "I control who and when." I was her husband. I went along with it yesterday. But at the end of the day she was my wife, she did what I said. If Jamie had a problem with that, she could find herself another #2 boyfriend.

Sensing my mood, she squeezed my hand again and said "Mike, we'll work it out I promise. But can I ask you something? And you have to tell the truth. Doesn't this whole weekend turn you on? I mean, me being Jamie's girlfriend around all his friends, and you watching all that? Don't lie, I know it gets you hot."

She was right. All this DID turn me on. I couldn't help grinning. "How do you know me so well?"

She laughed. "Mike, we've been playing the game since college. I think I know you by now. I know what turns you on."

We grinned at each other. God I loved this girl!

We ordered lunch. No alcohol, they'd be enough of that tonight.

"Can I ask you something?" I said. "In the room you said the game won't last forever. Are you thinking about stopping?"

"Yeah, I am thinking about stopping," Jen said. "It's a dangerous game Mike. Exciting but dangerous. I don't want anything to happen to us. I don't want to lose you."

"I don't want to lose you either Jen," I said. "I love you more than anything in the world." We squeezed our hands together. "Have you thought about when you want to stop?"

It didn't surprise me when she nodded "Yes." Lately she'd been a step or two ahead of me on the game.

"I think we should stop after your third wish," she announced. "We'll do your third wish and then that's it."

"I better make them good wishes," I joked.

"Your first wish was pretty intense," she said. We both laughed.

"What do you think?" she asked.

I wasn't sure. I really liked the game. Craved it. Yes it was risky and dangerous, but that just added to the excitement.

Jen read my mind. "I'll still keep it exciting for you baby. I'll dress sexy and flirt with other guys. I'll be your hotwife. But in bed it'll just be you and me." She laughed. "Don't worry baby, I can keep you wrapped around my little finger without fucking other guys, trust me."

We grinned at each other.

"Will you be happy though?" I asked. "I can't keep you satisfied."

She gripped my hands. Her eyes bored into mine. "Mike, you are more than enough man for me. Just you. I don't need anybody else. Baby, you don't realize how great a catch you are. And it's not all the money you make either so don't go there."

"Okay," I said not able to stop grinning at her.

"Baby, there's one more thing," she said.

"What?"

"After we finish your third wish and stop playing the game ..." she began. She hesitated, as if figuring out how to say what she wanted to say. She carefully said "After we stop playing the game, I want to be a mommy."

I looked at her for long moments. She hadn't said "After we stop playing the game I want to start trying to have a baby." She hadn't said "After I stop fucking guys I want you to get me pregnant."

No, she'd left open who'd get her pregnant.

The dizziness returned. This time it was because of lust not alcohol. I guess Jen noticed. She said "Are you okay Mike?"

"Yeah I'm okay."

"What do you think about what I said?" she asked studying my face.

I paused, then said "... I think it's a good idea."

She kept studying my face. "Great," she said. "Let's talk about it more later."

"Yeah ... later," I said my throat dry.

She looked at her watch. "I probably should get back," she said.

"Yeah, you still have time for some afternoon sex," I said.

She looked worriedly at me, but then she realized my voice had been playful and there was excitement in my eyes. "I'm sure he'll want some of that," she said with the same playful tone as me, and we smiled at each other.

"Go ahead and take your rings off honey," I said. "We'll talk about it when we get home."

She smiled and leaned into me. "Thanks baby," she said giving me a kiss. She took off her rings and put them in her purse.

I walked her back to the Delano. We decided to part a few blocks away. "What's the plan for tonight?"

"I don't know, I'll text you," she said.

"Okay."

She squeezed my hand briefly and then walked alone the last few blocks to the Delano.

I had time to kill so I walked around South Beach. There were a lot of really expensive boutiques and I window shopped. There was a whole block of jewelry stores and as I looked into the display windows I thought about the wedding ring issue. I realized Jen's wedding rings weren't just an issue with Jamie. They might be an issue with playing out my last 2 wishes. I knew what I wanted with my second wish. It might take some effort to convince Jen, but she'd said she'd do anything I wanted.

I didn't have all the details of my third wish, but I knew what I wanted to do. At least I thought I did, as long as I didn't chicken out. The fact we'd stop playing the game after my third wish made my idea make even more sense to me. I though Jen would agree (eventually!) but I wasn't sure.

I looked at the wedding rings in the display windows, thinking about our wedding ring dilemma. There were other rings in the displays too.

Then it came to me! I knew what to do!

I went into the Tiffany's. Jen loved their jewelry. She always said "I love the little blue boxes."

I was greeted by a pretty bubbly brunette. She looked to be in her 40s. She had a great Miami tan. "Looking for anything special?" she asked with a smile.

"I am," I said. "I'm looking for a ring for my wife. I don't want a ring that looks like an engagement ring or a wedding ring."

"I think we can help you," she said. "What price range were you considering?"

"Price isn't an object," I said. "Show me your nicest rings." It was fun being a big shot now and then.

She got her keys out and opened a cabinet. She took out two trays full of rings. She started describing them to me. They were all ho-hum to me, and I started wondering if this was a good idea.

I looked up. On the wall was a locked glass case. Inside was a single ring. I walked over to it. It really caught my attention. It was silver, and I found out later it was made out of platinum. It was thin yet had an intricate weave pattern. I'd never seen anything like it. The pattern was so delicate yet extremely detailed. The more I looked at it, the more I saw in it. I had a hard time taking my eyes off it.

"What's the story on this ring?" I asked.

Her eyes lit up. "Oh, that's a Sophia!" she said excitedly.

"A what?"

"Sophia Dakati, the ring designer," she said.

"There are ring designers?" I asked stupidly.

She couldn't help smiling, but it was a friendly smile. "Yes, and Sophia is highly regarded. You can always tell a Sophia by the weave pattern. Each one is unique, but they all have that distinctive Sophia intricacy."

"Yeah I get that," I said continuing to study the ring. I know this is going to sound geeky, but I saw mathematical progressions in the ring. In fact, the ring reminded me of that painting Jen did in college.

I realized the saleswoman was still talking. I tried to tune into what she was saying.

"Sophia's are relatively rare," she said. "They're highly sought after. In fact, this is the first Sophia we've had in the store this year. We just received it yesterday. It'll probably sell this weekend."

"It's beautiful, but why so rare?" I asked. "Can't Sophia just make more?"

"Sophia died over 100 years ago," she said.

"Oh," I said. "So, ah, how much is it?"

She looked apologetic. "It's $45,000."

"That much?!" I said shocked. "It doesn't have any diamonds!"

She shrugged. "It's a Sophia."

I hurried back to the Delano. I wanted to talk to Jen before things started up tonight. While in Tiffany's she'd texted me: "We're at the pool."

I went up to my room and quickly changed into a bathing suit and t-shirt. I went down to the pool. I saw Jamie's friends but not Jamie or Jen.

I called her cell. She picked up just before it went to voice mail. "Hey baby," she said. She sounded out of breath. "What's up?"

"I'm at the pool," I told her. "I want to talk to you. I think I have the wedding ring thing figured out."

"That's great Mike," she said. I heard Jamie's voice in the background. He sounded annoyed and impatient. I heard Jen say in a soft consoling voice, "In a second baby. I do too. Just a second."

"I've gotta go honey," she said to me. "I'll meet you at the pool, stay there." She hung up.

Of course I'd interrupted their fucking. I was glad I'd worn a heavy bathing suit because I started getting hard.

She got to the pool 20 minutes later. She wore an outrageously revealing string bikini and high heels. She also wore a cute pink bow in her hair. The combination of sexy and innocence made me ache with desire!

She saw me and subtlety motioned to a rear entrance to the hotel. I went there and she joined me a few minutes later.

Her cheeks were flushed, hair tussled, her nipples hard and she was unsteady in the high heels. In other words, she looked freshly fucked!

"Hi baby," she said giving me a quick hug and kiss. "What did you figure out?"

"Did Jamie just fuck you?" I asked.

She saw excitement in my face, not anger or hurt. "Yeah," she said with a smile.

"Did he make you cum on his cock?"

"Yes," she said with a teasingly smile. "Eight for eight now."

I tilted my head. "Eight? At lunch it was six."

"He did me when I got back from lunch," she said with a giggle. She pressed the pointy toe of her high heel into my calf. "Then he saw me in this bikini and heels and wanted a quickie!" She giggled again. "He's insatiable!"

"I've got to get back though, what did you want to talk about?" she said clearly in a hurry to get back to her boyfriend. She seemed infatuated with her young lover!

I handed her a small blue Tiffany's box. "I bought this for you."

"Oh Mike you didn't have to," she said taking the box. She opened it and her eyes went wide. "Oh my god, a Sophia! You bought this for me?!"

"Yes," I said. I was pleased she'd recognized the designer, it meant I'd picked right.

"I've wanted a Sophia forever!" She hugged and kissed me, longer this time. "But what's the occasion?"

"Let me ask you something," I said. "When you look at this ring, will you always think of me?"

"Of course I will baby," she said.

"Really?" I pressed. "You'll think of me, no one else?"

"Yes Mike, only you," she said not knowing where I was going with this.

I took a deep breath. Then I said "When you're with Jamie, you don't have to wear your wedding rings. But I want you to wear this Sophia ring on your left hand. It doesn't look like a wedding or engagement ring so Jamie shouldn't care. But this way you'll have a reminder of me when you're with another guy and I'm not there."

A smile came to her face. "This should work." She gave me a crooked grin. "You're pretty smart mister."

She raised her left hand, holding out her ring-less ring finger. I slipped the Sophia on her ring finger. "Okay," I said smiling at her.

"Okay," she said, smiling back at me. "I better get back to Jamie."

"What are your plans?" I asked.

"We're hanging here a little," she said. "Then we're going to dinner someplace."

"Okay, just let me know."

"He wants to go to dinner with me alone," she said rubbing my arm. "I'll call you when we're back in his room."

"Okay," I agreed reluctantly.

Just before she left she hugged me. "I'll wear the Sophia ring," she said. "But I don't need it to think about you. I think about you all the time Mike."

I gave Jen a moment to rejoin Jamie and his friends. She leaned into him and he put his arm around her. They looked good together. Now that she mentioned it, Jamie did sort of look like Ricky.

It bothered me I wouldn't be at dinner with them. But I'd get to watch them tonight in bed. And now she had the ring on her finger to remind her of me.

She seemed really into Jamie. I could see this developing into something. I felt the familiar delicious combination of excitement and jealousy.

I approached the group a few minutes later. Jen said Jamie was insatiable? She already had her cum face on again! They seemed really sexually compatible, constantly hot for each other.

I felt a tug on my arm. I turned my head. Fuck.

It was Jasmine Kelly.

I moved slightly so Jasmine was facing away from Jen. For obvious reasons I didn't want Jasmine to see Jen with Jamie.

"Mike, I was hoping to run into you!" Jasmine said excitedly. "I spoke to Ryan Hatch at the SEC. He confirmed everything you said. Mike, this is a really big! The new Sapphire is going to change everything, stabilize the market, help the small investor! You need to let me interview you for the story!"

"No Jasmine."

"Mike, why?" Jasmine said. "I've interviewed you before."

I hated attention. I preferred flying under the radar. Most of all though, I wasn't sure I wanted to be associated with the new Sapphire.

"I'm sorry, but no interview," I told Jasmine, shaking my head. "I'm sure some of my partners will be happy to talk to you. I can set it up if you want."

"Mike you should get credit for this, not someone else," Jasmine said. "The world should know you invented this."

"Transparency versus privacy, remember Jasmine?" I said with a humorless laugh. "Not sure I want the credit for this one."

Jasmine shook her head. "I checked into the privacy issue, Ryan explained it to me. Mike, you're like the only person in the world worried about that. The SEC isn't worried."

"Of course they're not worried Jasmine!" I said exasperated. "The government wants this! They're looking at Sapphire as a way to invade people's privacy, like a constant wiretap."

"They're doing that to track terrorists, to follow the money," Jasmine said.

"That's what they say!" I said. "But they can use it on ordinary people too!"

"If you're so worried about it why'd you invent it?" Jasmine shot back.

"It's a long story," I said shaking my head.

"That's why you need to let me interview you, so you can tell the world your side of the story," she urged me. She moved closer to me. "Let's have dinner tonight. We'll talk this through."

"I can't Jasmine, I'm busy tonight."

She raised an eyebrow at me. "Where's Jen?"

"I'm meeting her later," I said evasively. Well, it was true.

Jasmine studied me, her eyes boring into me. She finally said "Mike, why is your wife kissing that guy over there?"

I stared at Jasmine, my heart racing. She WAS an investigative reporter. How hard would our lifestyle be to discover, if you really tried? Keri had done it.

I said, "You know why, don't you Jasmine?"

"Yes I do," Jasmine said. "I don't get it Mike. You're an amazing guy. I don't get why she'd want anyone but you. She doesn't deserve you Mike."

"You don't know what you're talking about."

She shook her head. "So are you going to do the interview?"

"No," I said definitively. I frowned at her. "Jasmine, are you going to report about me and Jen?"

Jasmine looked offended and hurt. "God Mike," she said shaking her head. She walked away.

I stood motionless, trying to gather myself. After a few moments I looked over at Jen.

She was glaring at me.

I walked over to Jamie's group. Fortunately it seemed only Jen noticed me talking to Jasmine Kelly. I got a beer and chatted with Ben, Stu and a few other people. Ben and Stu invited me to dinner. I agreed, not having anything else to do.

Jen sidled over to me. We had a moment of relative privacy in the sea of people. "What the fuck was that about?" she hissed in a low dangerous voice.

"I'll tell you later," I whispered.

She didn't like that answer, I could see it in her face. "Go to your room, I'll be there in a minute," she ordered.

"What?" I said in disbelief. Did she really just order me to go to my room like a kid?

"Go - to - your - room!" she hissed, angrily emphasizing each word.

We stared at each other. Whatever, I thought. I turned and started walking to the door into the hotel. Before going in the door, I looked back. Jen and Jamie were having a heated conversation.

I went down to my room. A few minutes later I heard the cardkey and Jen walked in.

We stared at each other. Finally Jen said "Did you fuck her?"

"How do you have a key to my room?"

"What?" she said. I'd thrown her off balance. She recovered and said "Jamie made it for me. How do you think I got in this morning?"

"Okay," I nodded. "Next time I'll make an extra key and give it to you."

She looked at me like I was insane. "Mike, enough with the freaking key!" she yelled angrily. "I want to know about Jasmine Kelly."

"I ran into her Thursday night," I said calmly. "She's doing a story on the Richie Incognito thing."

"The what?"

"You know, bullying in sports," I said. "We started talking, and now she wants to interview me about the Sapphire privacy issue."

"What Sapphire privacy issue?" she asked.

I shook my head. "I haven't had a chance to tell you," I said.

She angrily threw her arms down her side, glaring at me. "You tell her something you haven't told me?!"

"You've been so busy -."

"Fuck you Mike!" she roared. She hit my chest hard. "You're always doing this!"

"What are you talking about?" I said. I seriously did not know why she was so upset. Okay, I got it, she felt threatened by Jasmine, that made sense, Jasmine's beautiful and younger. But all I did was talk to her.

"Did you fuck her?!" she angrily demanded.

"No Jen -."

"Did you do ANYTHING with her?!"

"Jen, all we did was talk," I said. "What am I always doing?"

"You're always doing things with other girls and not telling me!" she screamed. Now tears were flowing down her cheeks.

"What are you talking about?" I said, really confused now.

She angrily ticked off her fingers. "Those pictures with Jasmine! You never told me, Allie did! This new Sapphire thing! You told Jasmine not me! You didn't tell me you saw her Thursday! You don't tell me things Mike!"

I put my hands out. "Jen all that was nothing, nothing happened."

"You fucking made out with Tara in the hot tub! Is that nothing?! You didn't tell me! You STILL haven't told me! I only know because I saw you! Now you've hired her! When were you going to tell me that?!"

I guess Jen saw the shock on my face. "Jamie told me! Did you think I wouldn't find out? They're in the same group dickhead! How can you be so smart and so stupid too?!"

I held my hands out in surrender. "Jen, I just felt sorry for Tara, that's why I hired her. She was someone to talk to when you were mean to me in Cancun."

"YOU wanted me to be mean to you, that was YOUR freaking wish!" she yelled. Now she was crying. "I don't want to worry about you with other girls when I'm playing the game. Our game Mike! OUR game!" She hit me on the chest again. "If you want another girl just tell me! I told you that! Just tell me!"

"Jen, I don't want another girl," I said earnestly. "I only want you." I put my arms around her.

"Don't touch me!" she cried slapping my hands away.

"Jen, come on," I said. "I haven't done anything."

"I know I'm with other guys," she said. "But I tell you everything. EVERYTHING! I don't hide anything from you."