Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 05

Chapter 11

It surprised Jen when a bunch of Stallions walked into the restaurant where she and Mike were having dinner. Her heart leaped when she saw Darius. Mike recognized the men as well, and he noticed the expression on his wife's face at seeing Darius. Jen saw that Mike noticed, and she blushed feeling both embarrassed and guilty. An awkwardness between the married couple followed as many of the Stallions said "hi" to Jen on their way to the back bar, which apparently they'd reserved for the evening.

"Why don't you go say hi to your friends?" Mike finally said, breaking the uneasy silence. Jen said no at first, but Mike could tell she wanted to. Finally at his insistence she got up to join her friends. "I'll just be a minute," she said, kissing him on the cheek.

But Mike suspected it would be more than just a minute. He finished his drink and thought about leaving when he saw Tina enter the restaurant. She saw him and walked over.

"Hi, Mike," she said clearly surprised. She looked towards the back bar. "What are you doing here?"

"Just having dinner. I guess this must be a happening place if the Stallions hang out here." He followed Tina's gaze to the back bar. "Jen's back there, saying hi." They both looked back towards the back bar, and could see Jen laughing and surrounded by more than a few handsome men (including Darius and Kyle). Only Christie was receiving as much attention, the other girls (even though beautiful and sexy) on the fringes of the group.

"Don't let me hold you up," Mike said gesturing towards the back bar.

Tina shrugged like she wasn't in any rush to join the group, and in a moment of understanding Mike realized that Tina would be in the fringe group too. Tina glanced back at Mike and she realized that he understood the pecking order of his wife being so much preferred by the Stallions over her. Resentment and anger flared in her eyes. "You know she's getting into bad shit don't you? Hard drugs like cocaine."

Mike had suspected as much, but Tina's confirmation made him feel worst, not better, and he looked away. Seeing that, Tina scoffed. "So you're not going to do anything about it? You're so into this fantasy of yours that you're going to sit there while your wife gets fucked up on drugs." Tina's harsh words were laced with contempt. She was angry at the world, and Mike was an easy target. "Do you know that Darius asked Jen to move in with him?" Tina saw the surprise in Mike's face. "You didn't know, did you?"

Mike felt numb. No, Jen hadn't told him that. As if forgetting Tina was there, he got up and walked towards the back bar, intending to take Jen home. The bartender had put up a private screen between the back bar and restaurant, but he could still see inside through gaps between the curtains.

Jen remained the center of attention, laughing and flirting with a lot of the Stallions, although Darius seemed to have his arm around her the entire time. They seemed to be an item again as they held and touched one another while partying with the group. Mike noticed how happy Jen looked. It reminded him of when they met back in college. Jen was one of the prettiest girls on campus, and always incredibly popular. While not arrogant or anything like that, Mike knew she loved all the attention she got, it was a big part of her self-esteem. Maybe that was one of the reasons he was so into this fantasy, it was a way of making her happy. But things were getting out of control. He felt heartsick. And yet, his cock was rock hard. He didn't know what to do.

Mike's conflicting thoughts were interrupted by the feel of a strong hand on his shoulder. He looked over and saw the muscular bouncer.

"This is a private party sir, you'll have to step away," the bouncer commanded.

Mike did as the bouncer commanded, turning back towards his table. He put money on the table and asked Tina, "Could you tell Jen I'll meet her at home?"

He walked out to his car. As he opened the door he heard the click-click of high heels on the pavement. His heart leaped thinking it was his wife, but then he saw it was Tina.

"Mike -- wait," Tina said as she caught her breath. "I just want to say -- I'm sorry for what I said in there. I think you're a great guy, I wish I had a husband like you." Tina leaned into Mike, pressing her big tits against his chest. She pulled his hands to her thighs, making sure he could feel the bumps of her garter belt, and pressed even closer, her groin rubbing against his crotch. "Take me home with you," she breathed into his ear.

Mike hesitated, his cock even harder now. He'd always had a thing for his wife's best friend, and more than once he'd fantasized about fucking her. But then he pulled away from Tina. "I'm sorry Tina, I can't," he said.

It took a moment for Tina to register Mike's rejection. Here was a man who couldn't satisfy his own wife. His wife preferred to fuck other men over him. By anyone's definition he was a cuckold. Yet, here she was throwing herself at him, and he was rejecting her. She'd never felt so low. "I hate you!" she cried, tears rolling down her face. "You and your slutty wife, you deserve it other!"

"Tina, wait!" Mike cried, but it was too late, she'd already run away. "Damn!" he thought. He liked Tina, and didn't want to hurt her.

A few hours later Mike sat in the family room. He heard a car drive up, and then two people at the door. The couple lingered there -- he could hear voices but he couldn't make out what they were saying -- and then the door opened and Jen walked in. She approached until she stood in front of him.

Her clothes looked disheveled, and her face flushed. She looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to say something. "Was that Darius, did he drop you off?" Mike asked, finally breaking the silence. Seeing Jen nod, Mike asked, "Did he kiss you good night? Were you just making out with him?"

"What do you want Mike?" Jen asked. "You're the one who left me at the bar. So what do you want?"

"I want the truth."

"I always tell you the truth."

"No you don't," Mike said shaking his head. Then he quickly raised his hands conciliatorily as he saw his wife about to protest. "I'm not saying you lie to me. But you don't always tell me everything. That's what I want tonight, the whole truth."

"Alright Mike," Jen said, sitting down in the chair across from him and crossing her long legs. She crossed her arms across her chest; the look on her face was part inquisitive, part challenging. "What do you want to know?"

Mike gathered himself. Despite his churning emotions, he remained enthralled by her beauty, especially sitting that way, crossed-legged in her short skirt, stockings and high heels. "Were you with Darius tonight?"

"Yes. You left. Darius offered to drive me home."

"It's been hours."

"We stopped at his place." Long moments passed as Mike processed his wife's simple, yet not simple, statement. Finally Jen added, "You left me there, Mike. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Mike looked away, his heart pounding, his emotions churning, his cock rock hard. "And just now -- you were kissing him?"

"Yes," she answered defiantly without any sign of regret.

"You don't care if our neighbors see you kissing another man?"

Jen smiled slightly, but it was without humor, more of a challenge. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Again Mike looked away. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His cock felt ready to explode. "Do you love him?"

Jen signed impatiently. "You keep asking me that."

"Do you?" Mike insisted.

She took a deep breath, again showing some impatience. "I don't know Mike. I feel something for him. Maybe it's love, I'm not sure." She paused, seeing the hurt and worry in her husband's face. She added in a softer voice, "It's not the same thing I feel for you."

Mike wasn't sure if that was a good thing, considering how passionate her relationship with Darius had become. Jen seemed to read her husband's thoughts. She got up and walked over to him, straddling his lap. She reached between their bodies and cupped his hard-on. "Don't you want to hear about tonight?"

"Yeah," he answered throatily, putting his hands on her thighs. Through the thin material of her skirt he could feel the heavy lace of her stocking stops.

Jen reached down and pulled up her skirt until it gathered around her waist. "Darius loves my legs," she breathed hotly into her husband's ear. She guided her husband's hands over her thighs, from her knees, over the stock tops, to her soft firm flesh above. "He touches me like this."

"What happened to your panties?" Mike asked as he cupped his wife's naked ass.

Jen paused, thinking. "I'm not sure," she finally said with a giggle. "They must be in his apartment somewhere."

"Is he the best lover you've ever had?" Mike asked, his question coming out like a moan.

"Are we still telling the whole truth?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Then yes, he's the best lover I've ever had. Better than Kyle. Better than you."

Mike groaned and Jen felt his cock jerk even through his pants. "You like hearing that, don't you?" she asked with a sly grin.

Mike nodded. "It makes me jealous, but yeah, it excites me."

She unzipped him and pulled out his hard penis. "Do you want me to tell you something that will really drive you wild?" she asked, flicking her tongue in his ear.

"God yeah," Mike panted as his wife softly stroked him.

She looked into her husband's eyes. "I'm thinking about getting a boob job."

Mike frowned, processing what his wife just said. "You're doing it for him?" he finally said.

"For me too."

He narrowed his eyes. "Is that the whole truth?"

Jen hesitated. "Okay, then -- mostly for him. But I want it too."

"And you don't care that I like you just as you are?" Mike said bitterly, feeling hurt and angry. This was too much. "You don't care what I want?"

"I know what you want Mike," she answered dismissively. Despite his show of anger, he was still hard and lust was in his eyes. She stroked his cheek conciliatorily. "Don't worry Mike, you'll love it." She smiled knowingly at him. "You like my small breasts because they make me look so young, like a teenager." She giggled playfully. "Come on, admit it, you pervert!"

"That's not the only reason," he said, but he couldn't help smile.

"Yeah right," she said still smiling. She pressed her cheek against his and whispered into his ear, "I can be as young as you want me Mike. I'll wear that short pleated skirt you bought me, remember? And knee socks. I'll wear saddle shoes too, and a pink ribbon in my hair, and pink lipstick. I'll be your sweet teenage wife. Would you like that?"

"Yeah," Mike moaned.

"And then, what would happen?" she asked as she softly stroke him. "Would you fuck me? Or would you want to watch Darius fuck me?"

Mike didn't say anything, but his panting and rock hard cock made his answer clear. Jen smiled. "I think I know," she whispered huskily. "You'd like to see Darius on top of me. With my legs on his shoulders. My knee socks rubbing against his chest as he moved in and out of me. Is that what you'd like to see? Darius fucking your sweet wife?"

"Oh god Jeeeen ..." Mike groaned.

Jen unbuttoned her blouse and guided Mike's hands to her bra-covered tits. "I'd be wearing a bra. A sweet teenager's bra, white cotton, with little pink roses, and lace along the edges. Darius would reach behind me and unsnapped it. Yeah, like that," she purred as Mike pretended to be Darius. "Then he'd reach under the bra and cup my breasts. Yeah, like that, and rub my nipples -- yeah. And he'd be amazed that such a young girl could have such big perfect breasts. They'd fill up his big strong hands."

"And he'd be so hard," Jen continued. She reached down and wrapped her hand around her husband's penis again. "Just like yours. But his is sooooo much bigger. And he'd take his big cock, and he'd fuck my big breasts. He can't do that now with my small tits, but he'd be able to do that then, and he'd love it, it'd drive him crazy."

"Would you let me fuck your new breasts?" Mike panted, on the edge of an orgasm.

Jen smiled slyly. She knew exactly what would drive her husband crazy. "Honestly? I think you're too small to really like it. But you can try if you want."

"Ugh god!" Mike groaned as he came in his wife's hand.