Consequences Pt. 26: Final

Drums shrugged back. He had hoped to keep it amicable, but whatever. "We need to talk about Jen and the baby," he said.

"Fuck you," Mike snapped glaring at Drums.

Drums glared back at Mike. "You know it's my baby right?"

"I know you betrayed me!" Mike hissed. "You went behind my back, took advantage of Jen!"

"Are you seriously giving me that shit?" Drums said sarcastically. "YOU hook me and Jen together. YOU get us to date, YOU get us to live together. You think it's a game Mike? Well it's not. I love her Mike, and she loves me."

"No she doesn't. You were just there, that's all," Mike protested, repeating what Jen had told him.

"You think so?" Drums said mockingly. "After you got arrested, you know how long it took before we got back together? Like, the next week when I got back into town. We were living together Mike. Not just fucking, living together. We slept together. All this while you were in jail. Does that sound like I was just there? Dude, open your eyes. I fucking knocked her up."

"You asshole!" Mike yelled and with all his strength he slugged Drums across the jaw.

The violent blow knocked Drums from his chair. He staggered getting up, holding onto the back of his chair. The bartender and bouncer moved towards them but Drums waved them off. "We're cool guys, we're cool," he said with a forced smile.

Mike looked ready to fight but Drums calmly sat back in his chair. "I'm not fighting you Mike," he said. "I promised Jen I wouldn't." He looked Mike up and down. He knew he could tear Mike apart, especially after losing all the weight in jail.

"Stay away from her," Mike growled.

"Maybe you should let Jen decide that," Drums said. "Maybe you should think about what's best for her. I watch the news. You got no money, no job. How are you going to support her and the baby? And it's my baby Mike, not yours. I'm not going away."

Mike winched at Drums's words. He'd put his finger on what worried him. A lot of his self-worth came from his job, his ability to take care of Jen. Maybe he wasn't the best looking, wasn't the best lover, but he'd always been a good provider, able to give Jen anything she wanted. But that was over, teachers didn't make much money.

Sensing Mike's vulnerability, Drums said "Jen loves me. Think about it. That's why she let me get her pregnant. She wants to start a new life with me. But she feels like she owes you, that's the only reason she's still with you. Is that what you want? Her pity? Be a man Mike and let her go."

Mike felt heartbroken and confused as he left the bar. He didn't believe Drums, but ...

Jen said all the right things when they were together. But how could she have gotten together with Drums when he was in jail, fucked him, lived with him? How could she have allowed herself to get pregnant? Sure, accidents happen. But he was in jail for god's sake! How could she let all that happen?!

And there was something else. As far as he could tell, Jen hadn't done anything to get him out of jail. She was a marketing whiz, she couldn't do something to put pressure on the government to let him go? Instead of helping him, she'd been fucking Drums, living with him, getting pregnant with his baby!

Jen went home early to be with Mike. She was worried about him. He was anxious and distracted all the time, he was having trouble sleeping. He seemed disconnected, not just from her but everyone; he avoided seeing his parents and friends. She'd researched post-traumatic disorder, she was afraid Dr. Sloan was right and Mike was suffering from it.

Mike wasn't there when she got home. She distractedly flipped through the mail. One envelope caught her attention. The return address said Father Preston. She remembered he'd been Joe's priest.

She opened the envelope. Her eyes grew wide as she read the letter.

"Dear Jennifer,

Before Joe died he confessed his sins to me. I feel I must share his confession with you. Joe told me about your evening of indiscretion with him. I am not judging you, what you did is between you and God. But there is something you do not know. While you slept, Joe had intercourse with you. Joe did not use a condom, so he may be the father of your child. I thought you had a right to know this.

Go in peace,

Father Preston"

Jen sat back in the sofa, her mind reeling. That night she had dreamt about having sex. But it hadn't been a dream. Joe had had sex with her. He's cum inside her!

Jen knew of course what Joe had done. He'd tried to get her pregnant on purpose, to leave a legacy after his death.

She put her head in her hands. Joe had probably been sterile from all the chemo, but no one knew for sure. Now she didn't know who the father of her baby was. God this was so fucked up. She was a fuck up.

She heard motion at the door, it was Mike. She hurriedly hid the letter and envelope in her bag. She needed more time to process this before even thinking about telling Mike.

"Hi baby," Jen said melting into him. She hugged him tight. He hugged her back, but it was more like the hug of a friend saying hello. She felt he was hard. That was a good thing, that she still turned him on, even though he still hadn't made love to her since being released.

She sat Mike down and got him a glass of Highland Park scotch with one big ice cube. "Are you hungry? I bought food for dinner," she said giving him a kiss on the cheek.

"Yeah, sure," he said listlessly.

Jen heard the lifelessness in his voice, he seemed so distant. She forced a smile and kissed him again, then went into the kitchen to make dinner.

From the sofa Mike watched as Jen moved in the kitchen. He loved watching her. Her every movement was so graceful, like a ballerina.

She wore a stretch top and a skirt. The skirt ended above her knees. She wore nylons and flats. He wondered if the nylons were thigh highs or pantyhose.

Since meeting her back in college, he'd wondered that a million times. Is Jen wearing stockings or pantyhose? Of course he could find out, he could feel her thigh or pull up her skirt, he had that right. But often he liked wondering about it, putting off finding out, it was like a game.

She had such amazing legs. They were so long and slim, so athletic and shapely. He could look at her legs forever.

He looked her body up and down. The baby bump was apparent in her stretch top. Seeing it made him heartsick. But it made him so hard too. He despised himself, but he couldn't help having the dark lustful feelings. It was the ultimate cuckold fantasy. She'd cheated on him with a much better lover. Allowed her lover to get her pregnant. Did she love Drums? It made him heartsick and lustful both at the same time.

He walked to the kitchen, moving behind her. He kissed the back of her neck feeling her hair over his face. He loved her long blonde hair. It was so lush and silky and it always smelled so good, a mix of her perfume and vanilla strawberry scents of her shampoo.

Jen turned and smiled at him. Mike looked at her pretty face. He could look at her face forever, she was so beautiful, so young and innocent.

"I'm not that hungry," he said. "Can we sit and talk?"

"Of course," Jen said turning off the stove.

"Can I asked you something?" she gently asked after they were sitting down. "What did they do to you?"

Mike was silent for a long time. "It's hard to talk about," he finally said. "I don't like thinking about it."

"Okay, I understand," Jen hurriedly said, talking and squeezing his hands. "Don't think about it anymore baby, I'm sorry," she said stroking his bad leg.

They were silent for a long time. Finally Mike said "I need to know more what happened, between you and Drums."

"I told you, he was just there," Jen said immediately.

"Don't lie to me," Mike said pleadingly.

Jen looked into her husband's face. She saw hurt and pain, but excitement and lust too. "Are we playing the game Mike?" she asked gently.

"... I don't know," he said, both uncertainty and urgency in his voice. "I just need to know. Why Drums?"

"I guess ... I don't know," she said unsure. "I was scared Mike. We'd spent a lot of time together. I guess there were still feelings there. It made it easier being with him."

Mike nodded. He ran his hand up Jen's long shapely leg, feeling the silkiness of her nylons. He ran his hand under her skirt. Jen lifted her butt slightly so Mike could push her skirt up. Lace came into view. She was wearing thigh high stockings, not pantyhose.

Mike leaned over and kissed her knee. Then he kissed her thigh. "You slept with him?" he asked.

"Sometimes," she admitted. She quickly added "Not often."

"But he lived here?"

"It wasn't like that," Jen protested. "He came over, then I made him leave. He hardly ever slept over."

"He came over to fuck?"

Jen studied Mike's face. She saw mostly excitement there, instead of anger or hurt. She said "Yeah, to fuck. That's all it was honey, just sex."

"When I was in jail, I knew you'd hook up with someone," Mike said. "I knew you couldn't go that long without sex." Seeing the distress come over Jen's face, he added "I love that about you. That you're so sensual."

Jen nodded, but she looked away, tears welling up in her eyes. Usually Mike's assurances made her feel better. Now though she felt like a cheap slut, a tramp who betrayed the man she loved.

"Did he fuck you good?" Mike asked. "He always made you cum, right?"

Jen winched at Mike's words. She started crying. "What do you want me to say?" she sobbed.

"I want you to tell me the truth," Mike said urgently. "I need to know."

"It was just sex Mike, that's all," she insisted. "I was so scared. I couldn't handle being alone."

"He fucked you good though, right?" Mike asked again, his throat dry from cuckold lust. "He always made you cum."

"Mike stop!" Jen sobbed. "Please Mike ..."

Mike got down on the floor, on his knees. He moved between her legs. He kissed up her thigh, ran his cheek over the lace of her stocking top. "I guess it's better, if you were with him just for the sex," he said in almost a whisper, like he was talking to himself.

"It WAS just sex!" Jen insisted. "I don't love him Mike!"

Mike nodded, staring at her pregnant stomach. Her body belied her words.

"It was an accident!" Jen said urgently. "I got drunk. You know how I get."

Mike nodded again. He put his hands behind her knees and pulled her towards him. Now she was halfway laying on the sofa.

"Make love to me Mike," Jen pleaded, the tears still flowing down her cheeks.

Mike didn't answer, it was like he didn't hear her words. He pushed her skirt up, all the way to her waist. Then he pulled her panties off her long legs. He felt the crotch of her panties. They were bone dry. She wasn't excited for him at all. He knew with certainty if Drums was here instead of him, despite all the tears and drama, she'd be soaking wet.

He looked up at her pussy. Despite her pregnancy it still looked the same, so pretty and innocent like a teenager's, two thin lips pressed tightly together, barely a shade darker than the surrounding skin.

Above her clit she was bare. Well, not quite. There was a little stubble there, like she'd shaved recently.

Or someone had shaved her.

"Make love to me baby," Jen repeated, reaching for him.

In that moment, Mike knew what had happened. He gently rubbed the stubble with his thumb. "Drums did this right? He shaved you."

Jen's silence and the alarmed look on her face confirmed his suspicions. "I guess that's his right, with what else he did to you," Mike said bitterly, looking at Jen's baby bump.

"No Mike ..." Jen pleaded.

"Do you miss his big cock, fucking him?" Mike said, all the bitterness, anger and hurt coming out now. "Do you miss HIM?"

"No Mike, no!" she insisted, tears flooding down her face.

"Stop lying to me!" Mike yelled. He wrapped his arms under her knees and abruptly pulled her towards him so her ass hung off the sofa. Then he launched his face at her sex, licking up and down her slit and around her clit. Jen resisted at first but there was no way her body wouldn't respond to getting eaten out, that was just how she was.

Mike slowed down, kissing and gently licking her clit. He reached up and unbuttoned her blouse, pushing her bra up. He tenderly caressed her enlarged breasts and big tummy as he lovingly worshipped her pussy.

Jen came after a few moments. "Come here," she said reaching for him. She wanted him inside her, she desperately wanted the physical connection of making love.

"I can't," Mike said pulling away.

"Why not?" Jen whined, tears falling again.

"I just ... I can't," Mike said. Tears welled up in his eyes. They cried and held each other on the sofa, not knowing what the future held for them.

Later after calming down, Jen changed for bed. She finished taking off her blouse, bra, skirt and stockings. Then she put on comfy VS cotton panties (she'd gone from a size 0/2 to 2/4) and Mike's old fraternity t-shirt.

"You don't have to wear that," Mike said, seeing it was getting tight with her baby bump.

"Of course I'm wearing it," Jen said. Mike had given her the t-shirt the first time they'd slept together, at his bedroom of the frat house. They hadn't planned to sleep together and Jen hadn't brought anything. He'd "loaned" the t-shirt to her. She loved the way the t-shirt smelled like Mike. The next morning she took the t-shirt with her when she went back to her sorority house, and she'd worn it to sleep almost every night since then. To her, the t-shirt was a symbol of their relationship, almost as much as her engagement and wedding rings.

As Mike spooned her in bed, Jen thought about what he'd said, "don't lie to me." Her thoughts went to the letter in her purse from Father Preston, about Joe. She wasn't technically lying to Mike about that, she just hadn't told him yet. She'd tell Mike eventually. Now was definitely not the right time, he was too fragile, their relationship was too fragile.

A few days later things were worse for Mike. He felt anxious all the time, he had trouble concentrating, he felt uncomfortable being around people. Job prospects in NYC were bleak, which made him feel even more miserable.

And then there was Jen. He was so conflicted about her. Looking at her, looking at her pregnant, it made him feel hurt and heartbroken, angry, jealous, betrayed. Yet it got him so hot, he was constantly rock hard. He felt like he was going crazy!

He had doubts about her, about their marriage. Did she really love him? Would she rather be with Drums? How could he support her and the baby?

The baby ... Could he love the baby? Or would the baby always remind him of this time, of when she hooked up with another man while he was in jail. While the government was doing all those things to him.

Finally he made a decision. Luckily he still had her number on his iPhone.

"Hi Tara, it's me, Mike Andrews," he said when his young friend answered. "Thanks. Yeah, it was ... it was pretty bad. But listen, I was wondering if you could do me a big favor."

When Jen got home from work that evening Mike was waiting for her. He was sitting on the sofa. Next to him where 2 suitcases.

Jen's eyes focused on the suitcases. "What's going on?" she asked, although she already knew the answer.

"I need to leave Jen," Mike said softly. "I need to ... get my head straight. I can't do it here."

"Okay, give me a sec to grab some stuff and we'll go," Jen said moving towards their bedroom. Tears welled up in her eyes as she felt Mike grab her wrist. He didn't want her to pack. He wasn't inviting her to go with him. "Please don't do this," she begged.

"I can't stay with you Jen," he said looking pained and conflicted. "I don't know. I'm ... I'm not right right now. I can't get better here. It's just ... so much has happened. Everything's too complicated. I can't get better here."

"You promised!" Jen sobbed, tears falling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Mike said, his own tears falling down his cheeks. "I just can't do it anymore." He picked up the suitcases. "I'm sorry Jen. I'm sorry." Then he left.

~~ The End ~~

(Mike and Jen's story concludes in "Life After We")