Consequences Pt. 13

"Definitely," Drums said, his eyes closing and his head rolling back.

Drums fucked her again. Jen made him wear a condom, this time a Magnum size (they were both supposed to be XL size, but Jen remembered this brand seemed to be a little bigger). Jen came again on his cock, another massive orgasm.

Afterwards she cuddled with him, her head on his chest. His arm felt good around her, safe and secure. She drifted off to sleep, and then abruptly woke up. "Sorry I must have fallen asleep," she said.

"You did, about an hour," Drums said smiling into her eyes, stroking her shoulder. "That's okay, you look really pretty when you sleep."

"An hour?" Jen said suddenly looking alarmed. "Um, Frankie, you better go."

"Really?" he said disappointed. "I thought I'd sleep over. Mike isn't back until Monday, right?" He gave her a boyish smile. "You're sending your sorta boyfriend back to his empty hotel room."

"I'm sorry baby," she said giving him a kiss. Thinking quickly she said "I'm working on a big project. I have to go to work tomorrow."

"Okay, I get it," he said, getting dressed. "Are you working all day tomorrow? Wanna get together after?"

Jen thought a moment, then said, "That sounds good. I'll call you." She got up and hugged him. On her tiptoes she kissed him. "I had a lot of fun tonight."

"Me too," Drums said. He ran his hands over her naked body. "I can't believe I just fucked Jenny Johnson. Twice!" He laughed. He felt like he'd just fucked the homecoming queen or the captain of the cheerleaders.

"Jenny Andrews," Jen corrected him.

"Yeah, I know" Drums said with a crooked grin. They kissed again, and then he left.

Jen waited a moment, composing herself. Then she brushed her face and touched up her makeup. She stepped back into her high heels. Then she went to the guest room.

She opened the door. Mike was there. She walked to him. "How was I?" she asked.

He was in front of big TV monitors. They'd wired the apartment so he could see and hear everything. He pulled her into his arms. "Amazing," he gushed. Then he kissed her.

He got up. "Let's go to bed," he said. He took his wife's hand and led her to their bedroom. Mike saw the tussled sheets, the wet spots. The room smelt like sex. He got even harder if that was possible.

"You were so good," he gushed, pulling her into his arms and kissing her again. He laid her on the bed and sat next to her.

"I'm sorry I fell asleep," she said, rubbing his bad leg. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," Mike said. "I watched him watch you sleep. It was really sexy."

"What'd he do?"

"He held you and looked at you," Mike said. "I don't blame him. You're hard to stop looking at."

"Stop," Jen said with a giggle.

Mike caressed her thigh. Jen parted her legs slightly, knowing what Mike wanted to look at.

"He really fucked you hard," Mike observed, looking at Jen's pussy. The lips were red and swollen, and they gaped open.

"Mike his cock is so thick," Jen gushed excitedly. "God I felt like he was splitting me in half."

"Did it hurt?"

"A little at first, but it felt good once I got used to him. Come here." Jen laid Mike on the bed next to her. She took off his clothes. His cock was hard. She stroked him. "Did you cum?" she asked.

"Yeah, twice," he said grinning. "It was so hot, seeing you with him."

"Did you get upset?" Jen asked gently, knowing her husband's highs and lows when they played the game.

"A little," Mike admitted. "You know how I get. I'm okay though." He paused, then said "I guess I was surprised how fast you went."

"I can't play hard to get, I only have 9 weeks," she joked with a playful smile.

"I get it," Mike agreed, smiling back. "But how do you know you'll like him enough to be his sorta girlfriend?" Mike smiled playfully and did air quotes around "sorta boyfriend."

"I've always kinda liked him," she said. Then she admitted "I guess I had a crush on him in college."

"After we started going out?" Mike asked surprised.

"Yeah, a little crush," she said carefully, not wanting to upset her husband. "I mean, it's not like I would've gone out with him after we started dating."

"But if we weren't dating you would've gone out with him?

"Maybe," Jen said. "I told you, I knew of him. He's interesting. I like his music."

"Okay," Mike said, processing all this. She had a crush on another guy, while they were dating?

Jen snuggled into Mike's arm. She rubbed his chest and looked into his face. "It bothers you, that I could have a crush on another guy while we were dating?" she asked.

He chuckled. Once again, she'd read his mind. "I guess, yeah," Mike admitted.

"You're telling me you never had a crush on Allie, even a little? Or what about Belinda? I've seen you looking at my girlfriends."

"I can't help it you have such good looking friends," Mike joked with a laugh. "That doesn't mean I had a crush on them."

"Okay, what a guy calls lust, a girl calls a crush," Jen said playfully frowning at him.

"Okay, okay," Mike relented with a laugh. He wasn't going to win this one. Anyway, why did it matter at this point? Drums had fucked her, and their budding feelings for each other meant the next 9 weeks would be really exciting. There were 2 things he wanted to talk to Jen about though.

"Were you serious about letting Drums inside you without a condom?" Mike asked.

"I won't unless we agree ahead of time," she said.

"Okay," Mike said. That answer satisfied him. He went to the 2nd thing. "Jen, it's okay with me if you get a tattoo."

"You don't like tats," Jen said.

She was right, but he didn't say that. Instead he said "I know you really want one. And the henna tats were sexy. I'm not sure about one below your neck. But your back would be okay with me."

"You would hardly ever see it, it would be behind my hair. And it would be little, a little circle thingy maybe."

"What if you cut your hair?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, like you'll ever let me cut my hair," Jen said with playful sarcasm. "Anyway, we'll see. I like Frankie's tats, but I didn't talk about them to force you to let me get one."

"I know that honey," Mike said. "So, are you going out with Drums tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I'd like too."

"Can I ask you something? And you have to tell me the truth."

"Okay," Jen agreed.

"Are you going out with Drums tomorrow because we only have 9 weeks?" Mike asked. "Or because you really want to see him again?"

Jen thought a moment, searching her feelings. Thinking aloud she said, "When we started talking about Drums I wasn't sure how much I'd like him. But I had a lot of fun today. He's such a free spirit, he's never grown up." Looking into Mike's eyes she rubbed his chest reassuringly. "I could never be with a man like that, I need someone more stable. But it's like being in college again, carefree and exciting. So, yeah, I really want to see him again."

She paused and then asked "Is that what you hoped I'd say?"

"Yeah," Mike admitted, feeling both jealous and excited. "I want this to be real. This is gonna sound mean, but after 9 weeks if you're sad about it ending, then it worked. My wish I mean."

"That's not mean baby," Jen assured Mike. "I might be sad, but it's just a game, I know that." She ran her hand down Mike's chest and stroked his hard cock. "Isn't it time for me to take care of this?"

"Yeah," Mike said with a lustful, crooked grin. "Are you sore?"

"My mouth's not," she said with a sly smile, and she went down on her husband.

Unlike what she told Drums, Jen didn't have to go to work the next day. But she DID have to work at home. Things were getting intense with Memphis, especially with their change of direction.

Around 2pm Jen's cell rang. She turned away from her Mac and looked at the caller ID. Mike walked in as she answered the phone. "Hey you," she said into the phone. She mouthed to Mike "Drums."

"I'm home but I'm still working," Jen said into the phone, taking Mike's hand so he sat next to her. "I don't know, I still have a lot to do. What, really?" She laughed. "Since when? Are you serious?" She laughed again into the phone, looking at Mike. "I thought you have a concert tonight. Oh, yeah, I bet." Smiling at Mike, she playfully rolled her eyes at what Drums had said. "I don't know Frankie. Because I still have a lot of work to do, that's why. What? Okay, go ahead." She giggled. She listened. The giggle turned into a hesitant smile. Then the smile grew more heartfelt. Finally she said in a soft voice, "That's really nice. Yeah, I liked it. You think so huh? Well ... okay. Let me just finish this last thing. About an hour? Okay, I'll see you soon. Yeah, me too."

Mike tilted his head. "You're going out?"

"Yeah, he's picking me up in an hour," she said. "I just have to finish this memo." She smiled and shook her head. "They've been partying since before lunch." She playfully rolled her eyes. "He's sooo still in college."

"Yeah, he used to party hard in college," Mike said grinning.

"Well he never stopped," Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"You like that about him, don't you?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I guess," Jen said. She motioned at her computer and the stacks of papers. "I work all the time. People count on me. It's so stressful. I kinda envy Frankie. He's such a free spirit. He's found a way not to grow up."

"What did he say to you?" Mike asked. "You listened a long time."

"He wrote a song for me," Jen said with a delighted smile. "He sang it to me."

"Oh. So that's why you decided to go out?"

"Yeah."

"How'd it go?" Mike asked.

"I don't know, it was sweet," Jen said almost blushing. "I'll get him to sing it for you." She gave her husband a peck on the lips and then turned back to her Mac. "I've got to finish this memo honey," she said.

"Okay," Mike said, going into the other room. He listened to Jen type for another 10 minutes, and then he heard her get into the shower to get ready for her date with Drums.

She emerged about 45 minutes later. She looked hot! Jean mini-skirt, opaque black stockings, high heels, t-shirt and short leather jacket. She wore her hair down and brownish lip gloss.

"You look good baby," he gushed looking her up and down.

"Thanks!" she said smiling at him.

"What's the plan?"

"We'll hang a while, then go to his concert," Jen said.

"You'll come back here after, right?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, of course, right after," she promised.

There was a knock at the door. "That's him," Jen said. "How do you want to handle it?"

"I'd rather he not see me," Mike said. "I want to talk to him about our arrangement, but not right now."

"Okay," Jen said. "I'll text you when we're coming home." She kissed him.

Mike stepped into the guest bedroom as Jen went to answer the door. "Hi," Jen said as she opened the door, smiling at Drums.

"Hey babe," Drums said smiling back. Jen gave him a brief hello kiss, not wanting her neighbors to see her kissing another man.

She smelled alcohol on him. "Are you drunk?" she asked with a laugh.

"Nah, I just had a couple," he said smiling at her. "Ready to go?" He moved to put his arm around her.

She stepped away from his arm. "We don't publicize it," Jen whispered.

"Oh okay, right, sorry," he quickly said.

She smiled and playfully bumped into him as they left the loft apartment. "Come on, let's go," she said with a playful laugh.

They caught a cab. Drums told the taxi driver the name of a bar. "Everyone's meeting there," he explained to Jen.

Once they were a few blocks away from her neighborhood, Jen straddled Drums' legs and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Hi again," she said looking into his eyes.

"Hi," he said. They kissed again, this time a long lingering kiss. Drums ran his hands over Jen's ass. Then he ran his hands up her back, under her jacket. His body jerked when he didn't feel a bra strap.

"Yeah, I didn't wear a bra," she whispered huskily into his ear. "I'm not wearing panties either. I'm your slut today." Drums' cock was so hard it hurt.

"You're my slut huh?" Drums asked with a crooked grin.

"Yeah, I like being your slut," Jen breathed into his mouth, then she kissed him again.

They arrived at the bar. "Let's blow this off and go to my hotel room," Drums urged Jen, kissing her some more.

"No," she laughed, pulling away. Always the social butterfly, she said "I want to meet your friends."

Malcolm and Jay were there as well as many of the other musicians, all of them guys except for the backup singers. There were wives and girlfriends and a few girls some of the guys had picked up last night. Drums explained some of the band had brought their wives and girlfriends because this was a long stop in New York. Diana was there, Jay's wife.

Drums introduced Jen to Arnie, their agent and business manager. Arnie was with his wife Lucy.

Malcolm was with one of the girls from last night. The busty blouseless one (her name was Teresa), although here she had a shirt on of course. Malcolm gave Jen a long up and down look, not even trying to be subtle or hide his interest. He made room. Drums led her over and sat so Jen was between him and Malcolm with Teresa on the other side.

"What are you drinking?" Malcolm asked. There were a pitchers and bottles of wine already on the table.

"Don't you have a concert tonight?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"We play better when we're drunk!" Jay said. The entire table laughed and all the guys high-fived and clinked glasses. His wife Diana wrapped her arms around him and kissed him open mouth.

Jen smiled intrigued, looking at Jay and Diana making out. She smiled as people good naturedly yelled "Get a room!" She was getting into their carefree, party-all-the-time, anything goes camaraderie and lifestyle. After working all morning she could definitely use a drink. But she knew she better pace itself. "I guess I'll have some wine," she said. Malcolm immediately poured her a glass, touching her hand as he gave it to her.

A lot of the guys stole glances at Jen. She was easily the prettiest girl in the entire bar. They snuck glances at her chest as it was pretty clear she was braless, her nipples denting the clingy t-shirt.

The other girls didn't appreciate their men giving Jen so much attention and scowled at Jen. But Jen was so bubbly, engaging and sweet, the other girls couldn't help liking her even as their men continued to drool over her pretty face and perky tits.

After a while the bar became a karaoke club. There was a big playful debate over whether to stay or go. Ultimately they decided to stay because they had to leave soon anyway for the concert. Their table got into the spirit of it all, and Malcolm and Drums did a song together (no one recognized them, the Ramones weren't that famous yet). Jay and a few of the girls did songs too.

Drums pestered Jen to do a song. She didn't take too much convincing because she liked karaoke. She put her name on the list and eventually her turn came up.

Jen got up on stage and the bar quieted, the crowd taken by Jen's beauty. She sang Rhianna's Take a Bow. Her voice was beautiful and she sang with emotion. As always she got into it, her body swaying perfectly to the music as she sang. As she finished the crowd was momentarily silent, stunned by her performance. Then there was a roar of applause and a big standing ovation.

Everyone at the table looked amazed and heaped praise on her. "Wow!" Drums said grinning as she sat down. "You're really something!"

"Thanks," Jen said smiling, blushing from all the praise.

"You ought to go on tour with us," Drums said.

"Yeah right," Jen said with playful sarcasm.

"I'm serious, you can be one of our backup singers," he said.

"I've already got a job," Jen reminded him with a laugh. "Besides, I don't think Mike would like me spending all my time with you."

Drums gave Jen a crooked smile. "You told Mike about us?"

"Of course I did," Jen said.

"What'd he say?" Drums asked.

"He's good," Jen said with a shrug. "I told you, we have an arrangement." She laughed. "Don't worry, he won't take a bat to you when you see him."

"I've gotta see him?" Drums asked looking apprehensive. "I mean I like Mike, but it'll be awkward don't you think?"

"If we're going to see each other he'll want to talk to you," Jen explained patiently. "He is my husband, he has that right."

"Okay, I guess so," Drums said reluctantly agreeing.

Jen hesitantly added "He'll want to watch us too. You know, in bed."

"No fucking way," Drums said shocked.

"That's what he gets out of it," Jen explained, squeezing Drums' hand. "He likes watching me with other guys. Don't make a big deal about this okay? It'll be a lot easier if you just go with it."

"Okay," Drums said warily. "I just have to get my head around this."

"It'll just be sometimes," Jen assured him, still holding his hand. "When it happens just pretend like he's not there."

After a few more songs Arnie said "Okay gang, we better head over to the Garden." While Arnie partied too as hard as anybody, Jen realized he was the adult in the room.

"Okay, I've gotta take a leak first," Drums said. He went to the bathroom.

As soon as he was gone Malcolm turned to Jen, forgetting all about Teresa. "You can really sing," he said to her.

"Thanks," Jen said smiling at him. "So can you."

"Drums says you and your husband swing?" Malcolm asked.

"Something like that."

"You've got incredible legs," Malcolm said admiringly.

"Thanks, he thinks so too," Jen said with a laugh.

"Your husband or Drums?" Malcolm said with a grin.

"Both!" Jen said with another laugh.

Malcolm boldly opened her jacket and looked at her chest. Her braless tits pressed against the tight t-shirt in an incredibly alluring way, especially with her hard nipples poking through the thin fabric.

"You like what you see?" Jen whispered in a hoarse voice.

"You don't dress like this and expect guys not to look," Malcolm said staring at her small braless tits.

"You can look, you just can't touch," Jen said.

"I can't do this?" Malcolm said putting his hand on Jen's thigh under the table.

"You think a lot of yourself," Jen said. But she didn't make him take his hand away. She had her cum face on.

"Life is short," he said caressing her thigh. "Let's hook up sometime."

"I'm with Frankie," Jen said. "And I do have a husband."

"I'll make you feel really good," he promised grinning confidently.

"Oh my god, you have no idea how many times I've heard that," she laughed incredulously.

Still Jen didn't make him take his hand away. Emboldened he caressed up her skirt. He felt her lacy stocking tops and then the bare skin above. "God I've got to get you in bed!" he whispered, lust in his eyes.

"What about Teresa?" Jen asked, looking over Malcolm's shoulder. The busty groupie had the glassy look of someone who was drunk and high.

"I'll probably leave her here," Malcolm said with an unconcerned shrug.

"That'd be an ass move," Jen said reproachfully. "Can't you see? She's about to pass out."

"I'll pay for her taxi home," he said with an unconcerned shrug.

"How gallant of you," Jen said sarcastically. Still, she didn't make him take his hand away.

"We both had fun, nothing wrong with that," Malcolm said with another shrug. Caressing her bare thigh above her stockings, he looked into her eyes. "I can tell you like having fun."

Jen looked deep into Malcolm's eyes. God, he was gorgeous! She found herself parting her legs slightly, inviting him to move his hand up farther. Smiling, he moved his hand up her skirt. He was pleased (but not surprised) when he discovered she wasn't wearing panties.

She let his hand linger on her pantyless pussy for a moment. "You want to fuck me, don't you?" Malcolm said with an arrogant smile as he stroked her pussy lips. She was soaking wet.