Consequences Pt. 18

After leaving the internet café, not having anything else to do, Mike went back to work. After a couple more hours of work he called Jen.

"I'm about to leave," Jen said sounding hurried. It was 630pm in New York City.

"Do you have a minute?"

"We're not supposed to talk," she teased.

"I'm just reporting to my boss on how things are going in London," Mike joked back.

"Okay, go ahead, how was today?" Jen said with a laugh.

Mike gave her a quick update, telling her the Ring was still on schedule.

"God Mike that's so great!" she gushed. "I don't know how I'll ever pay you back for this!"

"You're paying me back right now," Mike assured her.

"Okay, in that case we better stop talking," Jen said with a laugh.

"We can talk," Mike insisted. "I'm still your husband. We're just taking a break to let you work some things out."

"Hmmm ... to let ME work things out huh?" Jen said playfully scowling into the phone.

"Okay, to let ME works things out," Mike said with a laugh. "However you want to play it."

"This game is complicated," Jen said.

"It's exciting though," Mike said. "You're having fun right? I can ask that. I'm still your husband. I can want the best for you, even though you're with someone else."

Jen understood Mike's game now. She knew for him, a lot of it was mental (like a "mind fuck"). "Okay Mike, what do you want to know?"

"How's the apartment?" Mike asked. "Are you getting along living together?"

"It's only been a little while," Jen said with a laugh. "But yeah. The apartment's nice. I like the neighborhood, I've never spent any time in the Bronx, it's nice. Frankie's good. We get along really well."

"So you're happy?"

"Yes Mike, I'm happy," Jen said. "I'm happy with Frankie." Getting into her "ex-wife" role in this game, she added "I don't know Mike. Maybe we'll get back together. I guess I hope so. But Frankie is who I need right now."

"Yeah, I guess we needed some time apart," Mike said, getting into his "ex-husband" role. He was so turned on and hard! He took out his cock and slowly stroked himself. "So have you worn out those new sheets yet?" he joked, referring to Jen's shopping list.

"We shouldn't talk about that," Jen said, her message being "We're separated Mike, we shouldn't talk about sex between me and my new man."

"I've got to go, I'm late," Jen said. "Take care Mike." She hug up.

Mike couldn't move after Jen hung up. His emotions were in turmoil. Jen couldn't have played it better, a conversation between a separated husband and wife, hoping to get back together in the future, but moving in different paths now. It was hard to be dismissed like that, dismissed so she could hurry off to be with her boyfriend.

Mike's anxiety and hurt were offset by his lustfully excitement. His cock was so hard. Why did seeing Jen in another man's arms turn him on so much? Why did the risk of losing her give him such a lustful thrill? After years of playing the game he still didn't understand his cuckold fantasies.

He closed his eyes and stroked his cock. He thought of Frankie making love to Jen, holding her hand, snuggling her as she fell asleep. He came after just moments.

With his lust satiated, Mike's anxieties took over. He missed Jen. It'd only been a few days but he longed to be with her. Not just for sex. Just to be with her.

He tried to hold back those dark emotions. It was only a few weeks. He told himself to enjoy the experience.

After cleaning up he went back into the Shire. Many of the Fellowship were still there, even though it was pass midnight. He liked the nicknames Shire and Fellowship. He was geek enough to think it cool. Deep down he was also flattered to be called Gandalf behind his back.

He made a point to be the last one to leave, he wanted to show everyone he worked as hard as everyone else. It wasn't hard to stay at work, he had a lot to do, reviewing code, making changes, running tests and simulations, making sure everything worked.

When he finally left it was pushing 4am. He decided to go to his hotel room and get a few hours of sleep. On the way he stopped at a late night pub. He bought a pint. As he sipped the warm beer, he took out a disposal phone he'd bought in NYC. He got online and hacked into Sapphire. He stayed inside Sapphire for 10 minutes, then he removed the battery from the phone. Like before, he tossed both the phone and the battery into the Thames river on the way to his hotel.

As he walked he thought about Jen with Frankie. He forced himself not to get "bad upset," not to spiral into depression. Jen was just playing, they weren't really separated. Okay, maybe she liked Drums, they had things in common and the sex was great, but Jen always came back to him. He resolved to enjoy the rest of his wish 2. There were only a few weeks left.

It was late evening at the CATF center. The conference room was crowded, Colonel Banks had assembled his senior staff. Trent, his chief of staff, distributed reports of Mike's latest hacks into Sapphire. "He hacked in twice today," Trent summarized. "Both times he just looked around, just like the other times."

"No attempt to sabotage Sapphire?" Bill said. Bill was Head of Operations.

Allen studied the report and shook his head no. Allen was Chief Scientist. "There were no attacks against the firewall." He explained further. "Andrews can view the code, but to made changes he'd have to go through the firewall."

"So what's he doing?" Trent asked frustrated. "He's hacked into Sapphire multiple times. All he does is look around."

"Is it possible he got through the firewall?" Colonel Banks asked Allen. "Remember, he's supposed to be smart."

"He IS smart, I've heard of Mike Andrews," Allen said. "Colonel, Andrews is probably capable of getting through the firewall. But we would know about it, the firewall logs all incursions to an encrypted file." Allen shook his head as he studied the reports again. "Andrews didn't get close to the firewall during any of his visits."

"No offense, but let's assume Andrews is smarter than us," Bill said. "Sapphire is about to launch. Let's arrest him now, eliminate the risk."

"And hold him for how long?" Trent asked. "He hasn't done anything."

"Interrogate him," Bill said. "He'll talk, believe me."

Colonel Banks considered, then shook his head. "No, not yet," he said. "Frankly I'm curious to see what he does. Maybe he'll teach us something. If he manages to sabotage Sapphire, we'll simply reboot from the master copy."

As CATF debated arresting Mike, Jen was snuggled into Drums's arm. They were at a get-together of some of his friends. His friends were in the music business too, it seemed he had friends everywhere from being in the business so long.

The party was laid back, just 5 couples, everyone sitting on cushions on the floor, the guys strumming guitars, everyone laughing, talking, humming along. His friends were laid back, avant-garde, "rebel without a cause" types, and she enjoyed the carefree creative atmosphere and the non-linear conversation. She was having a great time, it seemed every day with Frankie was a new adventure!

Drugs and alcohol were everywhere, and Jen was high again on Ecstasy. "I don't get that Eric Snowden guy," Drums said derisively. "He leaks secret papers to CNN and now people treat him like a hero?"

"Dude, the government was spying on people," one of his friends said.

"Hey, I don't have anything to hide," Drums said. "If you don't like America go move to Canada."

"Snowden is, like, exiled," another friend said. "He can never come home."

"Serves him right," Drums said. About half the group nodded in agreement. "What do you think Jen?"

"I kinda think he's a hero," Jen said. "The spying was wrong. He stood up against the government. I think he's brave."

"God, my girlfriend's a fucking liberal," Drums teased playfully. Everyone laughed, and the debate over Snowden continued.

"Let's not talk politics," Jen whispered to Drums.

"Got something better to do?" he teased looking lustfully at her. 30 minutes later they were back in the Bronx apartment fucking.

Jen woke up partially hung over, her head still foggy from the wine, marijuana and Ecstasy. She had a long day ahead and felt terrible. She had to talk to Frankie about toning down the partying during the week, at least all the drugs.

Her body also felt bad because she hadn't worked out lately. Her pussy was getting a workout! But not the rest of her, she couldn't remember the last time she went to the gym. "I need to find a gym," she muttered to herself.

"What?" Drums said sitting up and stroking her back.

"My regular gym is too far away, I need to find a gym around here," she said.

"I joined a gym, it's just a couple blocks from here," Drums said.

"Oh," Jen said. "Why didn't you tell me?"

"I don't know, I forgot I guess," he said. He got up and did 3 lines of coke. He always did coke in the morning.

"You shouldn't do so much," Jen said. She quickly added, "I don't want to be a nag, I'm just worried about you."

"I need it to wake up," he said. "It's like a cup of coffee for me."

"Then drink coffee," Jen said with a laugh. She yawned and said "God I need some coffee. Frankie honey I can't party like this during the week. I have to work."

"Take a hit of this," he said offering her the bag of cocaine.

"No way," Jen said with a laugh. Marijuana and Ecstasy were enough, she wasn't doing cocaine.

"I know how to wake you up," he said pulling her into his arms. She slept nude with him so he didn't even have to take anything off as he began working on her body.

"I've got to get to work," Jen protested, but her head was rolling back, her hands clutching the sheets. He was really learning where to touch her, and how to touch her. Her body was putty in his hands.

She gave into him, kissing him back, exploring his body as he explored hers. "You seriously have to wear a condom," she said between kisses. "This is a really bad time of the month for me."

"Come on babe I'll pull out," he promised, his lips going to her nipples.

Ignoring him, Jen got a condom from the nightstand and rolled it on him. "I'm not supposed to have to ask, remember?" she said.

"I'm your real boyfriend now," he teased, getting on top and mounting her.

"That makes it worse," Jen said gritting her teeth as he penetrated her. She'd fucked him dozens of times by now but he still was so long and thick!

They had a fast, furious morning fuck, both of them cumming.

Afterwards Jen hurried to shower and get dressed, she was already late. She packed her gym bag and said "Let's meet at the gym tonight okay?" She kissed him then rushed off to work.

Mike called Jen later that morning. "How are you?" he asked.

"No change from yesterday," she said with a laugh. She knew she was being dismissive. But she figured that's what he wanted. He wanted her to play his ex-wife.

"What'd you guys do?" he asked.

"Mike I'm not going to give you play by play," she said. She gently added "Come on, you have to accept I'm with Frankie now."

"I guess you've forgotten all about me," Mike said disheartened.

"I haven't forgotten all about you, I think of you, we were together a long time," Jen said. "Mike, what do you want me to say?"

Mike was silent for a long time. Finally he said "Maybe we can go to lunch when I'm back."

"That's probably not a good idea," Jen said.

"We can't go to lunch?"

"Frankie won't like that," Jen said. "Mike, I'm with Frankie now, you have to understand that." Abruptly she said "I'm really busy, I have to go. Take care of yourself Mike."

Jen stared at the phone for long moments. She knew it was a game, but it kinda felt real living with Frankie, like she and Mike were really separated. It was like the game merging with reality. Maybe it was because she was having so much fun with Frankie. She did things with Frankie she never did with Mike, like going to see local bands, partying with artsy people. It reminded her of the fun she had in college before meeting Mike.

She missed Mike of course, but she had Frankie so she wasn't lonely. Still, she felt guilty. She decided he needed some assurance. She typed out a text to him and hit send.

Mike stroked himself replaying in his head the conversation with Jen. After cumming, with his lust sated, the hurt, jealousy, and anxiety attacked him. It threatened to overwhelm him. Jen had Drums to occupy her time. Mike was alone.

Jen's words echoed in his head.

"You have to accept I'm with Frankie now."

"Mike, I'm with Frankie now, you have to understand that."

Mike knew she was playing a role. But Drums had her all to himself. She already liked him. Was it possible she might really fall in love with him.?

Mike felt himself slipping into despair. Yeah, this fantasy was hot – the fantasy of Jen leaving him for another man – but maybe it was too much. Just then Mike's iPhone buzzed. It was a text from Jen. It said:

Dear Mike, I still think of you as my soul mate. Frankie is right for me right now. But I hope you'll wait for me. Love, Jen PS: You wanted to see pictures of the pretty girl I partied with last weekend in San Antonio?

Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Jen was still playing her role, but clearly she was telling him it was all a game.

Feeling much better, Mike clicked the link. It took him to Nicole's FaceBook page. There were a lot of pictures and content there, videos too. Nicole seemed just like Jen, she was on FaceBook all the time to keep up with family and friends.

Mike spent a long time on Nicole's FaceBook. She and Jen were FB friends now, and Nicole (like Jen) had security set to "Friends of Friends" so Mike could see everything.

Mike was struck by Nicole's beauty. She had a striking resemblance to Sofia Vergara, the beautiful Latin actress. Nicole wasn't dressed sexy in the pictures. That made sense, these were family pictures after all, intended to be seen by friends and family. Still, her casual dress couldn't hide her incredible body. She mostly wore jeans and t-shirts, tank tops too. Casual, but everything was tight and form-fitting. She wore yoga pants a lot, and shorts. Nicole had nice legs, although not in Jen's class. Then again, no one had legs like Jen.

Then again, Nicole was really busty. Often her form-fitting tanks and t-shirts showed a little cleavage. Not a lot, but definitely hinting at what was inside her bra. Nicole's hair went a little passed her shoulders, but often she wore her hair in a pony tail.

She looked to be in her mid-30s. From all the comments Mike saw her husband was Nick. They had 2 daughters. Both girls were definitely pretty, taking after their beautiful mother. Nick had a friendly face and from all the comments it looked like he was a good husband and father. Mike found himself liking Nick.

Mike again looked at pictures of Nicole. She was older but really hot, a real MILF. He could tell she was really hot even though she was wearing casual clothes with her hair in a ponytail and no makeup. Mike could only imagine what she looked like when she got all vamped up! Still, Mike didn't think Nicole was nearly as pretty as Jen, but he knew he was biased. Jen was his wife, and he preferred blondes and Nicole was a brunette. Also, he favored slim leggy girls like Jen, rather than curvy hour glass figures like Nicole (and Allie for that matter).

Mike was hot again, and he thought of masturbating to pictures of Nicole. But while he could appreciate Nicole's beauty, Jen was the only girl in the world he wanted. As he stroked his cock, he closed his eyes and fantasized about Jen with Drums.

Later that evening Jen met Drums at the gym. She got up on her tip toes and they hugged and kissed hello, 2 lovers reunited after being away from each other all day.

The sales girl explained that Drums had signed up for a year, and his membership included a wife or significant other. "I'm his girlfriend, does that count?" Jen joked with a friendly smile, holding Drums's arm and leaning into him.

The sales girl smiled back. She had Jen sign some papers and gave Jen a membership card under Drums's account.

"A year?" Jen asked as they walked to the locker room.

"I like New York, I might stay here for a while," Drums said with a shrug. Inside the ladies locker room, Jen frowned as she changed into her workout clothes. She wore a bra top and capri leggings that stopped a few inches below her knees.

Jen saw Frankie working out with weights. She usually avoided weights, except for light weights sometimes (5 or 10 pounds). She wasn't trying to build muscle. Her goal was to remain firm and toned.

She did a yoga class. It was about 45 minutes. Afterwards she was sweaty. She liked the class, but it was a little less intense than what she was used to. She looked at the schedule and made a mental note of times of the more advanced yoga class.

Drums was chatting with some guys, it looked like his workout was done. Jen was just getting started. She did planks and lunges, and then worked on her abdominals. When she was done her bra top was soaked with sweat. Finally she went to the mats and stretched for 20 minutes.

Jen got her bag and then walked over to Drums. He was talking to a tall broad shouldered blond guy. She smiled and said thanks when Drums handed her a fresh towel. She used the towel to wipe her forehead, cheeks and neck.

"You don't kid around do you?" Drums said smiling admiringly.

"It feels good to work out again," Jen said. Her body DID feel good.

"I'm grab my bag and we can go," Drums said walking to the men's locker room.

"Impressive workout," the blonde guy said after Drums left. "I'm Lance by the way."

"Jen," Jen said shaking Lance's hand.

"New here?" Lance asked, looking Jen up and down.

"Frankie and I just moved here," Jen said.

"You're with him?" Lance asked.

"Here's my boyfriend," Jen said.

Lance nodded. "Maybe we can go out sometime."

"Maybe we can," Jen said.

"You look like a girl who works in Manhattan," Lance said.

"You're right, but what does a Manhattan girl look like?" Jen said with a laugh.

"Like she just stepped out of Vogue magazine," Lance said giving her another up and down look.

"I doubt I look like that," Jen said with another laugh, holding her hands out to emphasize her sweaty bra top and tights.

Lance laughed with her. "I work in Manhattan too, let's get a drink sometime," he said smiling into her eyes.

"Um, I just told you I'm with Frankie," Jen said, but it wasn't much of a rebuke as she was smiling at Lance.

"Are you married?" Lance asked.

Jen laughed. "Okay, let me get this straight, a girl is fair play as long as she's not married yet."

"Something like that," Lance said grinning.

"What if she's engaged?" Jen teased.

"I'd have to think about that exception," Lance said pretending to contemplate the question.

"Let me guess, you're a lawyer," Jen said smiling.

"Guilty as charged your honor," Lance said and they both laughed.

Just then Drums walked up with his bag. "Let's go," he said frowning at Jen.

They walked to their apartment, stopping at a pub for a drink. "What was that all about?" Drums asked. He looked annoyed. "I leave you for a minute and you flirt with another guy?"

"I wasn't flirting, I was just talking," Jen said.

"Jen I heard you talking, he hit on you," Drums said getting angry, his jealousy flaring up.

"I can't help it if a guy hits on me," Jen said. "It's not my fault."

"Don't flirt!" Drums said. "And don't wear clothes like that!"

"What do you mean?" Jen said holding out her hands. "These are my workout clothes."

"Look at this!" he said flicking his finger along Jen's crotch. A camel toe was clearly outlined in her tights.

"Oh," Jen said looking down. "I'm sorry, I didn't know." Trying to make up, she rubbed his arm and grinned mischievously. "You didn't mind showing me off at the Roxy."