Consequences Pt. 12

I felt a nudge on my shoulder. It was morning, although early. I opened my eyes to Jen's pretty face.

"How do you feel baby?" she asked.

"A little hung over," I admitted.

She frown at me. "You have to stop drinking so much."

"Yeah, I know," my throat feeling dry. She gave me some water.

She was wearing Alec's button down shirt. I reached out and fingered the sleeve. "You wore this to sleep last night?" I asked, feeling jealous.

"I don't have anything else," she said. She knew how my head worked. "Next time I'll make sure to remember to bring your frat t-shirt."

"I'd like that," I said with a smile.

She crossed her arms and pulled off the shirt. She was naked underneath. "Better?" she said with a smile, standing up and doing a cute pirouette on her pretty tiptoes.

"Yeah," I said instantly getting hard.

She saw my erection. She cupped my cock over the blanket, a smile on her face. "Alec is showing me Paris today, but I wanted to take care of my man first." She gave my cock a gentle squeeze.

"Okay, but just lay here a minute," I said pulling her next to me into my arms. I needed to hug her a minute.

"Are you okay baby?" she asked.

"Yeah I'm good," I said hugging her tight. "I just need a Jen fix."

"Okay," she said with a laugh, hugging me back.

After a few minutes I pulled away. I ran my hands over her hot body, the body all these men desired. She was still keeping herself completely bare. Her pussy lips were red and swollen and they gaped a little.

"Alec fucked you really hard," I said gently stroking her well used pussy lips.

She heard the excitement in my voice and said, "Yeah, he really did." She moved her hand back over my cock. She gently said "I gotta go Mike, Alec wants to head out early to the Louvre before it gets crowded."

"Oh," I said, my gut wrenching. I hadn't taken Jen to Paris yet. He was going to show her all the sights before I had a chance.

She read my face. "It's okay baby, I told you," she assured me. "Someday you'll take me to Paris and it'll feel like the first time. It really will Mike. I'll forget all about Alec."

"Okay," I said smiling at her.

She pulled down my pants. "How do you want it mister?" she said with a crooked grin.

"I want you on top so I can look into your face," I told her. I grinned. "Even though I know Alec stretched you so much you won't feel me." I said it as a joke, and it was a joke, but she knew I was sensitive about how my cock compared to her lovers.

She got on top of me and guided me into her. She felt loose but so incredible.

"You're my favorite lover Mike, other guys don't compare," she assured me, kissing me as she gently rocked back and forth. "There's more to sex than physical pleasure. I get pleasure from a lot of guys. I only get love from you. I only want love from you."

"Okay," I said looking into her eyes. I loved her so much! "Your pussy feels so good baby."

"Even though Alec stretched me out?" she said with a teasing smile.

"God yeah," I groaned, her tease pushing me closer to the edge. She hadn't put a condom on me! It felt so good being bare inside her. She kissed me and then moved her lips to my ear. She whispered "Where do you want to cum baby?"

Without any hesitation I groaned "In your mouth!"

She sensed me about to go over the edge. She quickly got off me and took my cock into her mouth, swallowing my sperm as I came.

She snuggled in my arms for a few minutes. It felt great but I sense she wanted to go. "Go ahead baby, go back to Alec, I'm good," I said.

She smiled at me. She kissed me and then went back into the bedroom she was sharing with Alec.

I showered and dressed. Alec was drinking coffee when I came out. I got a cup and sat down. I knew Jen would still be awhile getting ready, so I saw a chance to satisfy my curiosity. "Alec, I was wondering if I could ask you something," I said.

"Sure buddy," he said amicably.

"It's personally," I warned, but then we both laughed. I was sharing my wife's body with him so I guess I was entitled to ask some personal questions.

"Your friends last night," I began, trying to think of a delicate way of saying this. "They weren't surprised seeing you with another girl."

"You're asking if I fuck around?" he said with a laugh, cutting to the chase. He shrugged. "Yeah, I do. Although Jen's the hottest girl I've ever been with."

"Your wife doesn't know?" I tentatively asked.

"No way man, she'd dump me in a minute, take my kids, my house, everything," he said. "I mean I love her, but she can be a mean bitch."

"I get it," I said. "But if you love her ..."

"Why do I cheat on her?" Alec said, shrugging again. "Same old story I guess. When we first met we couldn't keep our hands off each other. Then she had our son, and then our daughter. She used to be so hot! Not as hot as Jen, but definitely hot. But she never lost the pregnancy weight. She still looks okay I guess. But she just doesn't turn me on anymore."

"Yeah, okay," I said. I thought he was being pretty harsh with his wife, but it wasn't my business.

"My friends from last night, they've met Maria - that's my wife - but they're mostly my friends," he explained. "I met the husbands at IT conferences. They'd never say anything to her."

Just then Jen came in. She looked really hot in skinny jeans, tight sweater and ankle high heeled boots. She wore a scarf making her look like an authentic Parisian.

I noticed a frown on her face but it disappeared when Alec approached and kissed her.

"So when will you guys be back?" I asked.

"We'll probably go straight to dinner," Alec said helping Jen into her jacket.

"I'll call you Mike," Jen promised, giving me a hug. She whispered in my ear, "I love you Mike, always remember that."

I went to a bistro and had breakfast. As a war buff, I spent a few enjoyable hours in Napoleon's war museum. I walked around a lot, just getting a feel for Paris. I hiked the steps to the top of Arc de Triomphe. Then I walked down the famous Champs-Élysées. I saw a boutique selling scarfs, reminding me of what Jen had worn that morning. I went inside and a very attractive and sophisticated French woman helped me pick out two silk scarfs to match Jen's blonde hair and blue eyes.

I missed Jen but I was content with how the game was working. I felt we'd found a good balance.

I got back to the condo by 4pm. Jen called. She said she had a headache and they were coming back to the condo instead of going out to dinner. She seemed grateful when I offered to make dinner.

I ran down to a market down the street and bought eggs, herbs, cheese, mushrooms, field greens, olive oil, bread and wine. I also bought a rotisserie chicken.

I got home and prepped the food. Jen and Alec got back around 6pm. He looked annoyed, and there was tension between them.

Jen came right up to me, looking in pain. "How do you feel baby?" I asked, putting my arms around her.

"I have a terrible headache," she said leaning her head against my chest.

"Did you take Advil?" I asked.

She nodded. "It still hurts."

Jen sometimes got migraines. Not often but sometimes. Hormones I guess. I knew exactly what to do. I made her drink a big glass of ice water to help with hydration. Then I sat her down on the sofa. I sat down at her feet and took off her ankle boots. Her small slim feet were in black nylon, which meant she was wearing pantyhose under the skinny jeans. I took her foot in my hand. The sole was a little moist with perspiration from walking all day. I rubbed her feet, relaxing her. She leaned back in the sofa, closed her eyes and said "Feels good baby, we walked a lot today."

I could just smell the sweet musky scent of her stockinged feet. I so wanted to rub her foot against my face, to suck her toes. Yeah, I have a major foot fetish and Jen has the prettiest feet. But I restrained myself, first because I needed to attend to her migraine, and second because Alec was watching.

I moved her sideways on the sofa and then got behind her so her back leaned against my chest and she was between my legs. I then tenderly massaged her neck, shoulders, scalp and temples. I could feel the tension leaving her body and she drifted off into a light sleep. I'd done this countless times with her, I knew how to make her migraine go away.

As I massaged her I looked down the front of her body. Her clingy cashmere sweater clung enticingly around her breasts, and her long shapely legs looked so good in the skinny jeans. I couldn't help getting hard. We'd been together for years and I never tired looking at her body.

I guess Jen sensed my sudden passion. She turned her head and looked at me. I leaned down and kissed her, my hands going to her breasts. I felt her nipples go hard and I fondled her. We kissed and she moved her hand to my crotch, rubbing my hard-on. I moved my hand into her sweater and fondled her tits over her bra.

I sensed movement at the other end of the couch. Alec was there and he was peeling off Jen's jeans. Even as she kissed me she raised her ass to help him. She moaned into my mouth as he cupped her pussy and thumbed her clit. She wasn't wearing any panties under the pantyhose.

Alec moved up her body and kissed up her neck. She stopped kissing me and turned to him. She had her cum face on. She opened her lips as he pressed his lips against hers and welcomed his tongue into her mouth. She moaned as he kissed her and rubbed her pussy.

My hands still cupped her breasts but there wasn't room on the sofa for all three of us. And even though I'd started things, all Jen's attention seemed to be on Alec. I felt like a bystander.

Feeling resentful, I extracted myself from the tangle of bodies. Jen held onto my hand for a moment, then she wrapped her arms around Alec's neck as they made out and fondled each other.

My heart pounding, I went into the kitchen. I poured two fingers of the Highland Park scotch and poured it down my throat. I felt distraught. Jen had come home with a headache. I'd nursed her, made her feel better, gotten her hot, yet Alec was getting my reward, he was getting her body, he was gonna fuck her not me.

The kitchen had a pass through so I saw them on the sofa. Alec had pulled off her turtleneck and pushed down her bra, and now he had one nipple in his mouth and the other between his finger and thumb. Jen had her head rolled back. Her eyes were closed and her mouth formed an O as she moaned. I felt bitter. I knew how to make her headache go away, I was good for that, but for real pleasure, sexual pleasure, she turned to another, she turned to a real man.

I turned away from the pass through and opened the wine. I poured myself a glass. When I looked back Alex had Jen's pantyhose off her left leg. She still had it on her right leg, up to her knee. I heard her urgently whisper "Condom Alec." He reached into Jen's purse and pulled out a condom, and rolled it on his shaft. Then he entered her.

Jen stroked his face, neck and chest as he fucked her. I could resist no longer. I took out my cock and beat off as I watched him fuck my wife. I came within moments. I grunted rejoicing in the orgasmic pleasure, but then immediately felt melancholy, jealousy and resentment sweep over me.

I cleaned myself and pulled up my pants. Then I turned away from the pass through. I washed my hands and then made dinner. I tossed the field greens in olive oil, salt and pepper for a simple salad. I sautéed the mushrooms. Then I made an omelet of the eggs, mushrooms and herbs. Finally I sliced the chicken. I tried not to listen as they grunted and moaned, as they cried out in orgasm.

I heard shuffling on the sofa and then their feet on the hardware floors. They disappeared into their bedroom, I guessed for more fucking.

I tried not to notice, I tried to control my hurt. I knew she was with him this weekend. I'd promised not to ruin it for her. I tried to focus on making dinner.

Suddenly I felt Jen's soft hands on my stomach and her body pressed against me, hugging me. "Smells good baby," she said softly.

"Dinner be ready in a minute," I said. I didn't push her away but I didn't hug her back. I didn't even turn around to look at her. It was childish but I felt too hurt, too much resentment.

"Thanks for making my headache go away," she said hugging me tighter.

"I guess Alec took care of another ache for you," I said bitterly.

I thought she was going to give me one of those dismissive "you know I'm with Alec this weekend" or "I pick who and when" or "you promised not to ruin it for me."

Instead, to my surprise, she hugged me tighter and said "You're the best husband Mike. You let me explore my sexuality. You let me be me. I know I don't thank you enough. I'm so lucky to have you."

That got to me. I turned around and she melted into my arms. She was wearing my shirt from yesterday. She must have gone into my room to get it. She hugged me even tighter and said "I'm so lucky to have you."

We ate dinner. Afterwards Jen told me to relax. She and Alec would clean up since I made dinner. Of course, that bothered me since that meant more time she'd be with him and not me. I think she sensed that. After a few minutes she left Alec to finish the dishes. She sat down and leaned into me. I put my arm around her and she rested her head on my chest.

As he cleaned up Alec said through the pass through, "Mike, just wanted to let you know my friends from the other night are coming along tomorrow to Champagne." He said it as if knowing I didn't like them. Maybe Jen had told him?

Ugh. The last thing I wanted was to spend an entire day with Monique, Tiffany and Chloe. Also, I didn't think my heart could take another day of seeing Jen on Alec's arm. I had big time cuckold fantasies, but there was only so much I could stand.

"You'll be back tomorrow night, right?" I asked him wanting to make sure.

"Yeah definitely," he assured me. "The train's only an hour, we'll be home by dinner." He looked hopeful, clearly wanting to have Jen all to himself tomorrow. While he didn't mind me around, it was clear he'd rather I wasn't around.

"You know, I think I'll skip Champagne tomorrow," I announced. "You guys have fun. I'll see you at dinner."

"Okay, sounds good bro," Alec said doing a bad job of hiding his pleasure. Jen looked a little bothered but didn't say anything.

A little later we said our goodnights. Jen gave me a hug and kiss and whispered "You can come in, just give us a few minutes." Then she took Alec's offered hand and went with him into their bedroom.

I poured myself a scotch. I sat on the sofa, listening as they started up.

I went in after a few minutes. They were both naked. I saw my shirt thrown carelessly on the floor.

Jen was on top, riding him. Her eyes were closed and she was biting her lip, concentrating on the wonderful sensations of his long thick cock filling her so completely. Her nipples were rock hard. Alec's hands were on her hips, subtlety guiding her movements. His eyes were locked on her pretty face and he adjusted his hips as she moved up and down on him, as if adjusting the angle of his cock to maximize her pleasure. Whatever he was doing was working as Jen's moans and fucking got more intense, and within moments she shuddered violently and her back arched as her body exploded in an orgasm. Her body spasmed as the orgasmic pleasure rocked through her, and then she collapsed onto his chest panting.

Her head was towards me. Her eyes were closed so she didn't see me, but I looked right into her pretty face. She was panting, her lips parted, her cheeks flushed, perspiration covering her brow, her face seemed aglow. All signs of having cum so hard, the look of absolute sexual contentment. She never looked like that after sex with me, even when I went down on her.

I left and went into my room, closing the door. This was just a game. It was just sex. She loved me, not him. I wanted this, it hit all my cuckold buttons. But still, I'd seen enough. Even for a cuckold, there's only so much you can take seeing another man pleasure your wife in ways you cannot.

As I lay in the dark I tried to not listen to their sounds of sex. I was rock hard. I needed release, but I also needed my lust as a shield against the dark feelings of jealousy, loneliness and resentment.

To my surprise, the door opened and I saw Jen illuminated by a light left on in the kitchen. She patted barefoot to the bed and got under the covers, sliding against me. "Are you awake baby?" she asked in a soft voice pressing her naked body against me.

"Yeah," I said, my arm automatically going around her.

"I miss you," she said kissing me.

"I miss you too," I said kissing her back.

We lay silently holding each other. "Are you mad at me?" she asked breaking the silence. "About what happen before dinner?"

"No, I'm okay," I lied.

"You should've stayed," she said. "You didn't need to go."

Her words made me feel worst. It was like she was patronizing me. Sensing the tension, she joked "I can handle both of you." We both laughed awkwardly.

I knew she wanted him, not me. But I suppressed my hurt and anger. I'd promised not to ruin this for her. "I'm okay baby, really," I lied.

"I'm thinking about spending Sunday with you, is that okay?" she asked.

"You don't have to do that," I said immediately. "I'm fine, really." I didn't want to ruin her weekend. I didn't want her staying with me because she was afraid I was upset.

"I want to baby, I miss you," she said kissing my chest.

"Okay then," I said hesitantly. I didn't want her pity. But I wasn't going to say no either.

Her hand lightly stroked my chest. "You didn't stay long," she said.

"I watched you cum," I said. I caressed the side of her small perfect breast. "It's really hot watching you cum." I so wanted her. Needed her.

She kissed my chest again. "I kinda have a headache again."

"Do you want me to massage you?"

"No, it's not too bad, it'll go away when I sleep," she said. She ran her hand down my body and cupped my cock. "Would this be okay?"

"Yeah," I said, feeling disappointed but keeping it from my voice. Her headache didn't stop her from riding Alec. But then, my cock didn't give her pleasure like his.

She moved her hand and I heard her licking her palm. Then I felt her slip her small hand into my boxers. I felt her hand around my hard shaft. She slowly stroked me.

"That feels really good," I said, the words coming out like a moan. I quickly forgot about my hurt, my entire being focused on her soft hand around my cock.

As she stroked me she moved her lips to my ear. "I gave Alec a blowjob in the Louvre," she whispered hotly in my ear.

"Really?" I practically gasped.

"Yeah, he touched me all day long, he got me so hot, I couldn't take it anymore," she said stroking me faster. "We did it in a bathroom. I fingered myself as I went down on him. I felt so slutty, I came really fast."

"God Jen," I moaned imagining Alec and Jen in a bathroom stall, Jen on her knees, Alec's cock in her mouth, his hands behind her head, her hand down her pants and furiously rubbing her clit. I arched my back, grunted and came all over her hand.

Jen pulled my shorts off. She used it to wipe my cock and then her hand. Then she rolled to her side, holding my hand so I rolled with her and spooned her. "Sleep naked Mike, I wanna feel your skin against me," she said.

She was quiet for a few minutes and I thought she'd fallen asleep. "Sometimes I can't control myself," she said into the darkness. "Do you think I'm a slut?" she asked sounding worried.

"No," I said without any hesitation. "I get you baby. You've got a big sex drive. I love that about you. I love you, just the way you are. I think you're a goddess."

She kissed my hand and hugged me tighter to her bosom. Then she fell asleep.