Consequences Pt. 16

"Mike, I can't go, we have too much work to do," Jen said.

"You owe me, after my Ring of Power idea," he said grinning.

"I do," she said giggling. "Where did you come up with that?"

"You should watch more science fiction movies," Mike said grinning.

"Uh huh sure," Jen said with playful sarcasm. "Not!"

"You can take the weekend off," Mike said. "You owe me. I want you to spend the weekend with Drums."

"Oh you do, do you?" Jen said with a teasing voice. She thought about it. Allie, Scott and Calvin probably could handle things this weekend. In fact, they'd get more done with their teams if she wasn't around looking over their shoulders. "Okay, let's go."

In the taxi Mike said "I'm dropping you off at the airport," he said.

"What?" Jen said not understanding.

"I'm going to London," he explained. "My flight's later. I'm going home to get some stuff."

"Wait, I don't understand," Jen said.

"It works out better this way," Mike said. "We only have a few weeks left. You can spend all weekend alone with Drums. I want you too."

"But why are you going to London?"

"Most of your software programmers are in London," Mike said. "I need to get them working on the Ring. I can't do it myself, it'll probably be over a million lines of code."

"I'm coming to London with you then," Jen said.

"Baby, I want you to spend the weekend with Drums," Mike insisted. "This is my wish right?"

"I'll feel guilty if I'm playing with Frankie while you're working in London," Jen said.

"But that's what I want, and you owe me after today," Mike insisted. Then he added "Also, I'm doing Darren a favor."

"What?" Jen asked.

"Remember Stacy, the girl Darren got pregnant?" Mike said. "She's had the baby, but now she and her husband are going through a tough patch. Darren asked me to talk to them, try to help them work it out."

"Okay," Jen said, her head spinning. Mike was throwing a lot at her. "I still feel bad about going to Miami without you."

"I want you to honey," Mike assured her. "I want you to be his girlfriend this weekend. Seriously, I want you to let yourself go, like last weekend."

"Okay," Jen said.

Mike heard the uncertainty in Jen's voice. "I really mean it," he said. He took her left hand and slid her wedding and engagement rings from her finger. "You're not my wife. You're Drums's girlfriend. Until we see each other Sunday night." He slipped the rings in his pocket.

"Okay," Jen said with a resigned laugh. "You're so bad."

At the airport Mike took out Jen's bags from the trunk. He moved to kiss her goodbye but Jen stepped away. "No goodbye kiss for your husband?" Mike said with a grin.

"You used to be my husband," Jen said with a teasingly smile. Feeling playful, she gave Mike a stern look and said "I have a boyfriend now Mike, you have to get used to that." She smiled seeing Mike's sudden look of tortured lust on his face.

On the plane Jen reflected on the day. Mike had literally turned defeat into victory. He was the hero (again!). Yet instead of being with him, she was flying off to be with her lover. No, more than her lover. Her boyfriend.

She had to keep reminding herself that this was what Mike wanted. Otherwise she'd go crazy with guilt.

Frankie kissed Jen when he picked her up at the Miami airport. Not having to worry about being seen, Jen melted into him, kissing him back, enjoying the feel of his body. They traded tongue until a smiling police offer good naturedly told them to move along. They laughed and Jen took Drum's arm as he led her out of the airport to his rental car.

They were fucking 5 minutes later, in the back seat of the rental car, just like teenagers. Jen was on top of Drums, her skirt pushed up around her waist, her panties somewhere in the front seat. Jen planted her lips over his as she rode him hard, her arms around his neck.

Drums ripped opened her blouse and pushed her bra up. He roughly groped her tits and twisted her nipples hard, making her yelp in pain. But it felt so good! "Treat me like a slut!" she hissed into his mouth.

She came moments later. Then Drums flipped her onto her back and mounted her missionary. It was cramped because he was tall, but he braced his feet against the door for more leverage, fucking Jen harder than ever! Jen grimaced as she felt like he was ripping her open, he was so fucking thick and he was ramming her so hard she feared a bruise on the top of her head from repeatedly being slammed into the door. Finally he came, but not before making Jen cum again on his cock.

"I'm gonna fuck you all weekend long," he said panting, cradling her in his arms.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" she said beaming into his eyes. She traced the tattoos on his arms. "You're so freaking incredible," she gushed.

"You're coming with me tomorrow, to the tattoo parlor, right?" he asked as she continued to trace the tattoos on his arms.

"I wouldn't miss it," she said smiling into his eyes.

"We can get you one, right here," he said sliding his finger just above her ass. "Give Mike a welcome home present."

"I don't know about that," Jen said with a laugh.

"I can't believe I've got you all to myself again this weekend," he said smiling into her eyes.

"Mike had to go to London," Jen said.

"If you were my wife I'd never let you out of my sight," he said.

"Hey, we said we wouldn't talk about him, remember?" she said. She said it like a joke, but she was serious. He was starting to make her feel guilty again.

Drums sense her mood change. He quickly changed the subject. "We better get going, the party's already started."

"Awesome!" she said, excited to see Frankie's friends again. "But can we stop so I can change?"

The party was in full force when Jen and Drums arrived. Luckily the band was staying at the Mandarin Oriental hotel across the causeway, far enough from the Delano Jen didn't have to worry about running into Jamie.

Jen was welcomed by a loud chorus of enthusiastic hellos from Frankie's friends. A martini and joint were pushed into her hands at almost the same time, making her laugh. Jen sucked down hard on the joint, holding the rich magic smoke in her lungs for a ten count before finally exhaling. She immediately felt a wave of relaxed euphoria pass through her body. She leaned into Drums and he kissed her, making her spill the martini. They both giggled and laughed, and almost immediately another martini was pushed into her hand, along with another joint. Good sense prevailed and she passed on the joint. It was going to be a long night and she needed to pace herself.

Jen went into the kitchen for a towel to wipe the martini off her arm. Malcolm followed her in. For a moment they were alone. "Looking good Jen," he said admiringly, taking a towel and wiping her arm. He wiped her soft and slow, so it was like a caress.

He looked her up and down. He liked what he saw. A lot. Jen had changed from her sexy but classy designer dress into a filmy number that looked more like a negligee than a dress. It was partially see through but had a floral pattern that (mostly) managed to cover her most private parts. The short dress ended way above her knees, showing off almost all her long shapely legs. She wore black high heels making her legs look even longer.

Underneath she wore a black unlined lacy bra and matching panties. The panties were little more than a g-string. She didn't wear hose. Miami was too hot and anyway her long legs were tanned from Cancun and her other visits to Miami to see Jamie.

The dress was actually a Christian Dior, but was definitely going towards the slutty side. She didn't care. She didn't have to worry about running into anyone from home, and she wanted to party with Frankie and his friends!

Mal took out a joint and lit it. "Want a hit?" he asked her.

"Sure," Jen said holding out her hand for the joint.

To her surprise, Mal didn't hand it to her. Instead he took a long drag, and then he planted his lips over Jen's. He clamped his hand behind her head holding her tight, and as he kissed her the sweet marijuana smoke passed from his lungs to her's.

Mal tongued her and felt up her tits before Jen finally pushed him away. "Next time just give me the joint," Jen said coughing.

"God I want you so much!" Malcolm said pulling her into his arms. Her body felt so tight and firm, yet soft in all the right places!

"I'm with Frankie," Jen said pushing him away.

"So what? We share." He took her hand and pressed it against his crotch. "I know you want some of Big Malcolm."

"Um, yeah, sure," Jen said politely. He was hard and she stroked him over his pants. He was kinda small. But he was gorgeous! She got wet looking at him!

Artie stepped into the kitchen. "Come on Malcolm, we need to head over to the Miami concert hall."

"Okay, right," Mal said reluctantly. He left giving Jen a longing look.

Artie was about to follow Mal out when he turned to Jen. "Do me a favor, okay?" Artie said. "Don't fuck up the band."

"What are you talking about?" Jen said frowning.

"I've been in the business for 20 years," Artie said. "These Ramones are the first hit I've had. They're horny kids, I'm trying to keep them together. Why do you think I let them fuck my wife whenever they want? My wife! I don't need rivalries, that's why. I don't need drama between Mal, Frankie and Jay."

"Lucy doesn't seemed to mind," Jen said.

"My wife's a slut," Artie said with an unconcerned laugh. "So is Diana, Jay's wife. They keep the band happy. The band stays happy, we have fun and make money. That's how it works." Artie abruptly reached over and cupped Jen's breast. "Are you gonna keep the band happy Jen?"

"I told you, I'm with Frankie," she said. But she didn't make Artie take his hand away. Artie was older than the band, but he was just as hot.

Artie noticed. He smiled and thumbed her hard nipple through her dress and bra. "I hope you don't think Drums is saving himself for you," he said ironically. "All the guys fuck around." He pinched her hard nipple. "Me too."

Jen took a step back, away from Artie's hand. "It's not just Frankie," she said breathing hard. "I have a husband."

"Someday I've gotta meet your husband," Artie said with a laugh.

"You already have," Jen thought to herself. She didn't say that of course. Instead she said "I've got to get back to Frankie."

"Hey baby," Jen said melting into Frankie's arms and kissing him. They took a bus to the concert hall. In his dressing room she attacked him. "Do we have time before the concert?" she said urgently, kissing him and grinding her pussy against his thigh. The party atmosphere, the marijuana, and getting hit on by Mal and Artie had gotten her so hot, she needed fucked!

"God you're a horny slut!" Drums admired. He was so looking forward to this weekend, he planned to fuck her non-stop. But the concert was about to start. "After the concert," he said kissing and tonguing her.

"I can't wait that long!" Jen said kissing him back and rubbing his crotch.

He reluctantly pulled away. "I've got something for you," he said breathing hard. He took two pills from his pocket.

"What are they?"

"Ecstasy babe," Drums said. He moved one of the pills to Jen's lips.

Jen pulled away. She'd had Ecstasy a few times in college. She'd stopped doing drugs after meeting Mike.

"Come on, Diana and Lucy always get high at our concerts," he urged her. "We all do."

"I'm already high," Jen said.

"You'll love it babe," Drums said. "It makes sex even better." He swallowed one of the pills and washed it down with beer.

"Sex with you is already freaking incredible," Jen said. But why not? She was here to party. She opened her lips and let Drums put the pill on her tongue. She took his beer and swallowed it down. Just as she did she looked at the clock. It was 8pm. She knew Mike was boarding his plane to London at that moment. She couldn't believe it'd been just that morning they'd done the pitch to Memphis. She swallowed the pill. She felt a flash of guilt she wasn't with him, but then quickly forgot her husband as Drums pushed his tongue down her throat.

As before, Jen watched the concert from stage right with Lucy, Diana and the other wives and girlfriends. The sex drug hit her immediately. She felt like she was floating, in a dream, her body tingling. The Ecstasy made her even more horny (if that was possible), and seeing Frankie, Malcom and Jay moving sensually as they performed, she wanted to fuck all 3 of them!

Lucy and Diana were high too, as were a lot of the other girls. They were on Ecstasy or worst. With no men around they danced with each other, often touching as they danced. Jen wasn't bi but she appreciated the female body, and the touching got her even hotter! The band didn't have their best performance as they kept looking at the girls.

Finally the concert ended, and Jen practically ran to Drums's dressing room to wait for him. As always he arrived all sweaty. Jen didn't care, she wanted him! Drums wanted Jen too! Seeing Jen dancing so sensually with the other girls had turned him on, especially since he knew he had the prettiest girl of the bunch.

Jen had the presence of mind to take off her dress before Drums attacked her. He ripped off her bra and panties! He shoved her against the sofa and took her from behind! Jen grimaced from the pain as he so suddenly impaled her. She was soaking wet and her pussy still loose from their earlier fucking, but he was so thick it still hurt initially whenever he entered her. But god he filled her up, he felt so good!

Drums fucked her hard, lifting her feet off the floor and smashing her head into the cushion with each powerful thrust. She was so hot she came almost immediately. Drums came soon after, shooting his sperm into the condom.

Jen was still horny despite just cumming. Her body tingled and she felt like in a hazy dream from the Ecstasy. As Drums showered she managed to put her dress back on and touch up her hair and makeup. Her bra and panties lay forgotten someplace on the floor. In Jen's current drugged up state she didn't even think about them.

Drums got hard looking at her as he got out of the shower. She was obviously braless in the filmy negligee dress. He pulled her into his arms and they kissed. Jen pawed at his body, she wanted him again already. The Ecstasy made her so sexually hungry, she could fuck Drums all night long. "Let's skip the party," she said rubbing his crotch. "Let's go back to your room."

"We gotta make an appearance babe, don't worry you'll get more of this soon," Drums said pressing his crotch against her pussy.

At Mal and Jay's urging, Drums had gotten Jen high on Ecstasy. He'd agreed to let them fuck her, wanting peace with his band mates. In his version of being chivalrous, he said they couldn't force her, and they had to use condoms. Drums didn't think they'd have any trouble getting into her pussy. In her current drugged up state Jen would probably fuck anybody, and he knew she found Mal attractive.

Mal and Jay grinned at each other as they saw Jen walk into the room. God she looked so hot in that dress! She was clearly braless, her hard nipples denting the filmy material. And her lovely legs were on full display. She looked freshly fucked – no surprise there, not with the hound dog Drums – but that was okay, they didn't mind seconds, not with a hottie like her.

Mal and Jay approached Jen. Seeing that, Drums left her alone to get drinks. In reality he wanted to give his friends time to operate on his girlfriend.

The party was crowded and the lights dim, music blaring. It was more out of control and sexually charged than New York City, fueled by the sexy atmosphere of South Beach where all the girls were beautiful and showed a lot of skin.

"You look fucking hot!" Mal said into Jen's ear, needing to yell to get above the loud buzz of the party. He palmed her tight ass. "Let's dance."

Jen was in her element. All her life since a young teenager, guys had hit on her, attracted to her pretty face, athletic dancer's body, tight ass and long sexy legs. She loved to flirt and tease, and the Ecstasy stripped away her usual inhibitions.

"Yeah, I wanna dance," Jen purred looking into Mal's eyes. She brushed the back of her hand across his crotch. But then she surprised Mal by taking Jay's hand and leading him to the dance floor. She looked at Mal mischievously over her shoulder as she walked away with Jay.

"Diana won't mind we're dancing?" Jen asked as they swayed to the music. She purposefully danced really close to him, her body almost touching his.

"She doesn't care," Jay said. "We kinda do whatever we want."

"My husband lets me do whatever I want," Jen said, moving enticingly closer to Jay.

"Yeah?" Jay said feeling lightheaded from being so close to this incredibly beautiful girl. It was like she stepped off the cover of a fashion magazine. This was the first time they'd ever really talked. "Does he fuck around too?"

"No, he only wants me," Jen said.

"I can see why," Jay said looking into Jen's beautiful face.

"You're really hot," Jen said, her lips almost touching his. "I like watching you on stage. I like how you move." She moved her lips to his ear and breathed "I bet you fuck really good."

Jay's breath caught, his cock ready to burst! He felt entranced by this hot girl! All he could managed to say was "Yeah ..."

Jen gracefully turned so her back was to him. She leaned her back into his chest, taking his hands and putting them on her hips. They swayed to the music, their bodies pressed together.

Jay's hands wandered from her hips to her flat stomach. Her dress was so diaphanous it was like touching her skin. She was in such good shape he could feel the hard muscles of her abs.

Jen didn't stop his hands. In fact she raised her arms and wrapped her hands around his neck, inviting him to do whatever he wanted to her.

Jay couldn't resist, he cupped Jen's breasts as they continued to sway to the music. Still leaning into his chest, Jen turned her head so they looked into each other's eyes. "You're bad," she breathed their lips so close he could feel her breath.

Jay's heart beat wildly. He excitedly fondled Jen's braless breasts over her ultra-thin dress, feeling her nipples grow hard.

"Feels good," Jen moaned, her head rolling back as he squeezed her nipples.

"God I wanna fuck you," Jay moaned. Never in his life had he wanted a girl so much!

Jen wanted him too! "Kiss me," she panted, looking into Jay's ruggedly handsome face with her big blue eyes, her lips so close to his.

Jay leaned down and they kissed. Their tongues danced as Jay continued to play with her tits and Jen grinded her tight ass against his crotch.

Reluctantly Jen pulled away. "We can't Jay," she said, panting. She wanted him so bad!

"Why not?" he groaned.

"I promised my husband," Jen said.

Just then Mal walked up. "Cutting in," Mal said putting his hand on Jen's back.

"Okay," Jen said. As they moved away Jen squeezed Jay's hand and gave him an apologetic smile.

As she walked with Mal she let him take her hand. "Actually can we sit?" Jen said still panting from being with Jay. Her head still spun. She'd wanted to tease Jay a little. She hadn't intended it to go so far.

Mal led her to a sofa in a dark corner. She crossed one shapely leg over the other, her dress hiking up almost exposing her bare pussy. She raised up her butt slightly and pulled her dress down.

"You want a hit?" he asked talking out a joint.

"Yeah right," Jen said rolling her eyes remembering the last time.

He grinned. He lit it and took a long drag. Then he offered it to Jen.

"No, I'm ready too high," she said. She was too. She had to be careful. Thinking out loud she said "Mike's gonna be mad."

"He's your husband?" Mal asked.