Consequences Pt. 14

"I'm sorry baby," she said kissing him.

"Fuck you," he murmured, rolling away from her.

God ...

She didn't have time for this. She'd screwed up, but she couldn't miss the Memphis meeting. Kissing Mike again, she hurriedly showered and dressed.

She got Mike a big glass of water and Advil. She turned the coffee machine on. Then she gently shook his shoulder to wake him up. He opened his eyes. He scowled seeing her.

"I need to go," she said softly. "Here's water and Advil, and coffee in the kitchen. I screwed up Mike, I'm sorry. I'll call as soon as my meeting ends. Okay?"

"... okay, fine," he said after long moments. He couldn't do much else, the room was still spinning.

She kissed him again. "I'm sorry Mike. I'll make it up to you tonight, I promise."

"Yeah, like your promises mean something," he murmured, still half drunk.

Jen grimaced at his sarcastic rebuke. She knew he was right. But she really had to go. "I love you Mike," she said kissing him again. She felt heartsick when he turned away from her. But she couldn't do anything about it, she had to go.

She was distracted all morning, so upset at screwing up with Mike. At one point Allie nudged her when she didn't respond to a question from a Memphis exec. "What's wrong with you?" Allie hissed under her breath.

"What the fuck Jen?" Allie said later during a break. "What was that in there?"

"I've got a lot on my mind," Jen said defensively.

"Is this about your game?" Allie said judgmentally. Allie had her answer when Jen didn't respond, looking guilty. "You know Jen, some of us need this job. We're not all as brilliant as you. We don't all have millionaire husbands."

"Why do you care?" Jen shot back. Her worry and guilt over Mike spilled over as anger against Allie. "Mike got Darren that job! He's making millions!"

Allie stared shocked at Jen. "Darren got the job himself, all Mike did was get him the interview!" she said clearly offended. "But everything's contingent. The partner position, the salary, the bonuses. He doesn't get anything if the new Sapphire bombs. And now the market's all worried because Mike quit."

"God Allie I didn't know," Jen said reaching out to Allie. "I'm so sorry."

Allie pulled her arm away. "Why is Mike so worried and the privacy issue?" she said resentfully. "He's ruining everything. No one else cares!"

"They don't see what he sees," Jen explained.

"So he's smarter than everyone else?" Allie said sarcastically. "He's chasing ghosts Jen. And he's hurting people. Darren gave up his partner position in London and now he's worried the new Sapphire's going to crater, all because of Mike!"

"Why are you so worked up about this?" Jen said. "You've never worried about money before."

Suddenly Allie looked scared. "I'm pregnant," she whispered.

"Oh my god," Jen said. "Has Darren proposed?"

Allie shook her head. "He's still working things out," she said. Jen knew Allie was referring to Darren's old BBC bull lifestyle. He didn't want to give it up?

"Abortion?" Jen asked. She had issues with abortion because of her religion, but Allie didn't.

"I can't Jen," Allie said helplessly. "I love him."

"God ..."

"Now you understand why I need this job," Allie said clutching Jen's arm. "I need the money, the health care, in case Darren ..."

"I get it honey," Jen said gently, hugging her best friend. In case Darren dumps her for his old lifestyle.

"We need to win Memphis Jen," Allie said desperately. "You got Kellogg, Google, you can win Memphis."

"It wasn't just me," Jen insisted.

"You know what I mean," Allie said.

"Okay, okay, I get it," Jen said, feeling more pressure than ever on her shoulders. She forced Mike out of her head. She walked back into the conference room and focused her entire being on the meeting with the Memphis execs.

The meeting went late into the afternoon. After it was finally over Jen went into her office and collapsed into her chair. It was too much. She felt the pressure caving in on her. Winning Memphis seemed impossible. She'd managed to get Memphis to accept her small firm as a candidate for lead advertising agency. That was an accomplishment in itself. But it was a long list of 6 firms including hers, and the others were the top mega firms in the entire world. It didn't seem like her boutique firm had any chance to climb to the top, especially so late in the game.

So many people were counting on her. Including Allie. Especially Allie. Jen had never seen Allie so scared, so desperate. It hurt her to see her best friend looking like that.

Mike was most important of course. She'd screwed up and needed to make it right. She decided to leave early. She needed to spend time with him.

She was about to leave when her phone rang. It was Frankie. Despite everything a smile came to her face. "Hi there," she said brightly.

"I had fun last night," he said smiling into the phone. "You're really amazing, you know that?"

"You're pretty amazing too mister," she said smiling. She giggled "I can barely walk today."

"Did Mike get a piece of you last night?" Drums said grinning in the phone.

"You know he didn't, jerk!" she said playfully. "Not this morning either." She rolled her eyes. "You probably like that huh? God, men are all the same."

"Let's get together tonight," Drums said. "No concert tonight. Let's go to dinner."

"No, I need to spend time with Mike, I've barely seen him," Jen said.

"Don't blame me," Drums said laughing.

"It IS your fault!" Jen said laughing back.

"Come on, he can come with us," Drums said.

"Frankie, if we go to dinner, it'll be you coming with me and Mike," Jen said correcting him.

"Okay, whatever," he said with a laugh. "So we're on?"

"No Frankie, I need alone time with Mike," she said.

Drums was disappointed. "What about tomorrow?" he asked.

"You're still here this weekend, right?" Jen said. "I'll ask Mike about Friday."

"Friday?" Drums said. "That's like 3 days from now."

"Um, hello? Most of us work during the week," she said with playful sarcasm.

He laughed. "Okay, whatever, listen you can at least do lunch, right?"

"Frankie, no, I'm really busy. I'll call you Friday, okay?"

Jen left right after hanging up. She smiled and felt a renewed bounce in her step. Frankie was such a free spirit, so uncomplicated. He brightened her day. She really liked him. His carefree party-all-the-time lifestyle really appealed to her right now with all the drama and stress in her life.

Mike on the other hand was anything but uncomplicated. He was complicated to the max.

Still, she hadn't really been tempted to see Frankie tonight. She would've had fun with him and he would've rocked her world in bed, but there were more important things. She needed to make it up to Mike and she did really miss him, she'd barely seen him after spending so much time with Frankie this weekend.

When she got home Mike was starting to make dinner. "Hey you," she said smiling at him.

"You're home early," Mike said barely looking at her.

"Yeah," she said. She pressed herself against his back, hugging him. "How's your head?"

"Fine," he said tersely. "How was your meeting?"

"It started bad but it got better," she said. "I think it went okay."

"That's good," Mike said. His voice was unemotional, cold even. Even as Jen hugged him he continued cutting vegetables, ignoring her.

Jen put her hand over his. "Mike, let's go into the bedroom," she said.

"I don't need a pity fuck Jen," he said bitterly.

"That's not it Mike," she assured him.

"You're not too sore?" he said sarcastically.

"I know I fucked up," she said hugging him tighter. "Give me a chance to make it up to you."

Mike let her lead him into the bedroom. Despite his hurt, how raw and neglected he felt, he needed her attention. He desperately needed her body.

Jen did all the work. By the time Mike was naked his cock was rock hard and panting. By the time Jen was naked (in just stockings and heels), he was ready to explode.

She straddled his waist. He reached for a condom but she stopped him. "No," she said simply.

She guided him into her, riding him slowly and gently since she WAS still sore from Drums' thick cock. That was okay though, because she didn't want to fuck Mike, she wanted to make love to him.

She pulled his hands up to her tits as she slowly rocked back and forth. "Touch me baby," she urged him looking in his eyes. She moaned as he rolled her nipples.

"I thought you were just going to go down on him," Mike said accusingly.

"I meant to," Jen said.

"You said you wouldn't be long," he said scathingly.

"I fucked up," she said, leaning down. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

"You let him fuck you," Mike said bitterly. "You were too sore for me, but not for him."

She kissed his lips, his cheeks, up his neck. She let her long blonde hair drape over his face. "You know how I get," she breathed into his ear. "I can't control myself sometimes."

"You love his cock so much," Mike said bitterly.

Jen continued slowly rocking on her husband's shaft. "Your cock's the only one I love baby," she said. She emphasized the word "love."

Her pussy felt cavernous around his cock. "Drums stretched you so much," he said.

"Yeah, he's really big," Jen agreed.

"You probably can't even feel me."

"Yes I can," she assured him, grinding her pussy against his public bone.

"You're not gonna cum though," Mike said.

"No," Jen agreed, not wanting to lie to Mike. "But I love making love to you."

"Did you cum with him every time?" Mike asked.

"Yeah, I think so," Jen said.

"You THINK so?" he said scathingly.

"I did, I came every time with him," she admitted. "Frankie fucked me baby. But only you make love to me."

"I'm gonna cum," Mike moaned. "I'll pull out."

"No, I want you to cum inside me," she said, hugging him tighter, squeezing her pussy muscles to massage his cock.

"Jen ..." he protested.

"Cum inside me baby," she urged him, riding him harder, kissing him.

Mike moaned and grunted, then he arched his back as he shot his seed inside his wife's unprotected pussy.

She held him tight as he panted and caught his breath, keeping his cock inside her until it softened and fell out. Only then did she roll off of him, snuggling into his arm, her head on his chest and her stocking leg across his.

"I better make dinner," he said moving to get up.

"In a little while," she said, holding him tight.

After a few short minutes Mike got up anyway. Jen inwardly sighed, knowing he was still upset about last night. Her husband got turned on by the lows as much as the highs, but she'd screwed up and let the lows get out of control last night.

She kicked off her heels and rolled off her stockings. She went into the bathroom to freshen her makeup and brush her hair for Mike. In the full length mirror she looked at her pussy. Her lips were red and swollen and still gaped open. She knew that was from Frankie last night and this weekend, not Mike just now.

There was a small trickle of cum from her pussy. Unlike Frankie, Mike never came a lot. She suspected if Frankie had just cum inside her his sperm would be gushing from her and running down her legs. Thank god for condoms.

Jen put on VS cotton panties, Mike's old frat t-shirt and fluffy cotton socks. She went into the kitchen and hugged Mike. "You're still mad at me huh?" she said. "I don't blame you."

"I opened wine," he said handing her a glass.

"Thanks," she said taking a sip. "You're mad, huh?"

He turned back to the stove, not answering her.

After a few moments, Jen playfully bumped him and said "Guess what? Allie's pregnant."

Mike's eyes went wide. "Are they getting married?" he asked.

Jen shook her head no. "Darren's being a jerk," she said. "Allie's a basket case right now. Can you talk to him? He respects you."

"Yeah," Mike agreed. He was amazed at how his relationship with Darren had changed so much.

They ate dinner mostly in silence. After dinner they sat on the sofa with the wine. Again they were mostly silent. Tension over Drums was clearly in the air.

Jen playfully poked him in the thigh with her toe. "You were the one who wanted me to get close to another guy," she said with a playful chastising tone. "Remember, you wanted me to have one more romance before we stop playing the game."

"I know," Mike admitted.

"I was wrong last night, I admit that," she said. "I never should have gone into the bedroom with him. But Mike, you know how I get with guys I like. You want me to be into Frankie right? That's the whole point, right?"

"It's hard to see you with him," Mike said after some hesitation. "Harder than I thought it'd be."

"Because you know him?" Jen asked. "You knew Ricky too."

"It's hard to explain," Mike said. "It's like ... with Collin, I get he fucks you better than me, he's like the star quarterback. The same thing with Scott and Tom, Alec and Jamie too. They're Populars just like you. It's easier for me to accept they fuck you better than me. But Drums? He's a geek like me. Okay, maybe not like me, but we were both in Alpha Geeksville Alpha, right?" Mike laughed without humor. "Now you're all goo-goo eyes with him. He fucks you better than me. I mean, god Jen, how did you ever end up with me?"

Jen gawked at her husband. She shook her head. It seemed like sometimes they were on different planets with how dramatically different they saw things.

"Okay first, if you want to put people in categories, then Frankie probably is a Popular," Jen said, doing air quotes around "Popular." "I know he was in Alpha G with you, but he's probably the biggest player I've ever met," she added, avoiding the derogative nickname of Mike's old fraternity.

"Second, I'm not all goo-goo eyes over Frankie," Jen continued, rolling her eyes as she said "goo-goo eyes." "Do I like him? Yes. I told you I kinda had a crush on him in college. He's a musician and I love music. But I never once thought about dating him instead of you. I never thought about dating any guy after I met you. But do I like him now? Yes. Do I like hanging with him and his friends? Yes. Does he fuck me really good? I mean, yeah. But Mike, that's the point of the game, right? But if we weren't playing the game, would I be interested in Frankie at all? No. Would I want to hang with him? Not any more than any of your other friends. Would I let him get into my pants? No way honey."

"Okay Jen, I get it," Mike said feeling foolish.

"No Mike, stop, I'm not done yet. This is the most important part." She took Mike's face in her hands and looked into his eyes. "Wanna know why I ended up with you? Because I love you. You're the only man I'll ever love Mike. And I DO love sex with you. I mean it Mike. I'm not just staying that." She sat on his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "Okay?"

"Okay, yeah, I'm good" he said forcing a smile.

She gave him a playful frown. She sensed he still wasn't completely okay. "Frankie is just another Collin Mike, another Scott. I'm attracted to guys like that. But I get over them." She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and looked into his eyes. "Frankie doesn't mean anything to me Mike. I admit I'm a little infatuated right now. You know how I get. But that's what you like about the game, right?"

"Yeah," Mike said starting to feel better.

"Do you still want to play the game?" Jen asked. "Your second wish?"

"Do you?" Mike asked.

"I'll do whatever you want," she assured him.

"What do you want?" Mike asked. When she didn't answer immediately he said "You can tell me, I won't get upset."

"I guess I like hanging with Frankie and his friends," Jen admitted, shrugging. "Things are so stressful right now." She told him about her conversation with Allie. "So many people are counting on me. Frankie's different. He doesn't think about tomorrow. He's all about fun. It's kind of a release hanging with him. So yeah, I mean, I guess I'd like to keep playing."

"Okay," Mike agreed after a moment. "Just another 8 weeks right?"

"Yeah baby," Jen immediately agreed. "Frankie's definitely temporary. I like him, he's fun, but I already see how I'll get tired of him."

"Okay," Mike said. Confirming it was temporary made him feel better.

"So you're okay with all this?" Jen asked. "Because I was thinking of seeing him Friday."

"Can I be there?" Mike asked. "I'll call their manager about sponsoring."

"Of course baby," Jen said smiling into his eyes.

Mike felt better, but was still bothered. He ran his fingertips along Jen's thigh. So soft, yet so firm and shapely. "I guess it's hard sharing you with one of my fraternity brothers. It'd be like sharing you with Sam. With all the others they'd been distance."

"I don't really think of him as your frat brother," Jen said kissing his cheek. "Does that help?"

"I don't know," he admitted with a humorless laugh, feeling jealous and threatened. "It's okay honey. If I didn't feel bothered it wouldn't be as exciting."

"Yeah, I get it," she said hugging him. As he continued to caress her inner thigh she parted her legs slightly. "You're gonna get me excited if you keep doing that," she giggled.

He smiled at her. Then he turned serious and said "You've ovulating right now, right?"

"Yeah," Jen said, knowing where he was going. "It could've just happened. That would be a good thing, right?"

"It could've been me just now," he said. "Or Drums' precum the other night."

"Oh shit," Jen said shocked. "I didn't think of that."

"Yeah ... crazy huh?" Mike said.

"That's one way of describing it," Jen said with a humorless laugh. ""You promise, right?"

"Yeah baby, I promise," Mike assured her. He'd be the dad and her husband forever no matter what.

"Frankie thinks I'm crazy for not being on the pill," she said.

"Yeah, I heard him say that," Mike said. "Do you want to go back on the pill?"

She looked into his eyes. "Do you?"

After a moment's hesitation he said, "... let's hold off for now."

"... okay," Jen hesitantly said. She felt his erection poking her bottom. "I am really sore," she said looking at him with a weak smile. "And tired."

"Okay, I understand," Mike said, hiding his disappointment.

Later in bed Jen said sleepily "I can make you cum this way." She moved her hand inside Mike's boxers, stroking his hard cock.

"I'm okay," Mike said, seeing how tired she was.

"Are you sure?" she asked. She added "I don't mind," but she was clearly tired and already had her hand out of Mike's shorts.

"It's okay, I'll get you later," Mike said spooning her.

"Definitely baby," she promised. She hugged Mike's arm to her bosom and quickly drifted off to sleep.

When Jen woke the next day Mike was already up, making breakfast. "What are you doing today?" she asked.

"I'm thinking about teaching high school math," he said. "You know, something to do until I figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. I'm getting my resume together."

"Okay," Jen said. "You'll call Artie about sponsorship?" she asked. This was turning into a stressful week and she'd enjoy blowing off some steam with Frankie. She knew they'd be less drama if Mike was there.

"Yeah, I will," he promised.

Later at work Jen sat at her desk, looking at her computer screen. She had a major problem. Memphis would be cutting the list of primary firm candidates soon. Right now, her boutique firm was ranked 5th out of 6, maybe 4th. But that wasn't good enough, because Memphis was going to cut the list to 3.

She looked at the SWOT chart on her screen. All the firms had weaknesses. If she could find a common weakness among the mega firms, and turn that into a strength for her, she might be able to get into the top 3.

There was one weakness all the firms had, including hers. Could she turned it into a strength? She shook her head. No way. It wasn't possible.