Husband's Fantasy Backfires Pt. 06

Darius didn't care if she looked natural or not. In fact, the thought of getting the pretty blonde to go so large that everyone would know she had fake tits turned him on. "Don't worry about that, you'll look fantastic no matter what," he said in his most sincere voice. "But you've got to go bigger than that, at least 38D." Knowing it would eat at her, he added, "Shit, even then you'll still be way smaller than Christy's double ds."

Jen's exuberance evaporated. "Oh, and I guess you're an expert on Christy?" she said testily.

"Come on, don't give me that shit," Darius said hugging her. "You're the one who's married, not me." Seeing Jen's frown, Darius added, "I'm just saying, I still want you to move in with me. You're still thinking about it, aren't you?"

She looked away. "Yeah, I guess," she said in a voice so low Darius could barely hear her.

Seeing the melancholy on Jen's face, Darius added in a playful voice, "Good. And while you're at it, think about double Ds too."

Despite herself, Jen smiled and elbowed him in the ribs.

Darius wanted Jen to play pool with him, but Jen had something to do so they agreed to meet up later. She walked into the back bar, which Tyrone had again reserved as his private domain. Tyrone's eyes instantly focused on her, as did every other male eye in the room.

Tina was there with her old boyfriend, Jason. Tony was there too, the first man Jen had fucked outside her marriage. A number of other Stallions and their current hook-ups were socializing around the table where Tyrone had set up his drugs. The room was filled with marijuana smoke and cocaine and other hard drugs were on the table.

A pecking order existed with the Stallions. It was like high school. Men like Darius and Kyle were at the top. They were the best looking, the wealthiest, and had the right attitude that made them the most popular. At the bottom were men like Jason and Tony. Good but not great looking, decent jobs but far from wealthy. They were the hangers on, at the fringe of the Stallions.

The girls had a pecking order too, based entirely on looks and personality. A girl could have all the money in the world, but if she wasn't pretty and have a great body, and be sassy and flirtatious, she'd be on the fringe. Tina was on the fringe, and that's why she mostly hung out with guys like Jason and Tony. Jen of course, with her pretty face, sexy body and bubbly personality, was at the top.

When she first started partying with the Stallions, Jen hooked up with guys like Jason and Tony. But she quickly gravitated up the pecking order and now was with the most coveted Stallion, Darius. Now she wouldn't think of sleeping with Jason or Tony. Just like in high school, the prettiest cheerleader went out with the star quarterback, not the chess club president.

Jen walked up to Tyrone and stood in front of him. She didn't say anything. Just like with her husband earlier, she let Tyrone get a good look at her. She'd dressed partly for this moment. A dress that clung to her body, no bra, a lacy garter belt, stiletto high heels. She knew the outline of her hard nipples and garter belt were visible through the silky material of her dress.

Tyrone took his time looking her up and down. He liked what he saw, and felt his cock get hard. "Looking good Jenny," he said.

Jen glared at him, her anger growing. She'd had all day to think about it. Who did Tyrone think he was, treating her that way earlier. She was pretty, popular, and had the best Stallion eating out of her hand. How dare he treat her the way he had? So she let him ogle her for a few more moments. Then she said, in a low voice but loud enough for everyone to hear, "I want to tell you two things. First, my name is Jen, not Jenny. Second" – Jen reached down and cupped his hard-on – "you have a really small penis."

The room exploded in laughter and applause. Jen gave Tyrone a "don't ever talk to me again" scowl and then left the room. She felt wonderful, regaining her self-respect and putting Tyrone in his place. She had two bags of cocaine hidden in her closet. That was more than enough to keep her going until she found someone else she could buy from, this time for money, not her body.

She saw Tina and walked over. "That was quite a show," Tina said. "Are you done with drugs now?"

"I'm done with Tyrone," Jen said, avoiding directly answering Tina's question. "Tina, honey, I'm so sorry for what I said the other day. Can you forgive me?"

Looking sad, Tina shook her head. "I'm not sure Jen. It's hard being friends with you. You're so pretty, everything's always been so easy for you. I'm divorced, and these guys" – she waved her hand at the Stallions – "hardly pay any attention to me anymore. But it doesn't matter, because I'm getting tired of all of this. I want to find a good man who'll love me and take care of me."

"You will!" Jen said, taking hold of Tina's hands.

"I'm not sure about that," Tina said doubtfully. "I think all the good men are taken." She gave Jen a kiss on the cheek. "See you later Jen. Just remember, high school's got to end some day." Jen had a quizzical look on her face as she watched her oldest friend walk out the bar. They hadn't completely made up, but at least there hadn't been any harsh words. As with Tyrone, she felt good about how she'd handled things with Tina.

Later in the bathroom, Jen looked at herself in the mirror. She moved back and forth, her eyes on her chest. She thought 38D would be too big on her, it would look fake on her petite body. But that's what Darius wanted. In fact he wanted larger, 38DD. And if Darius was really someone permanent in her life, not just an extramarital fling? She sighed, wishing she could talk to Tina.

Jen sensed motion behind her and then someone pinched her waist. She looked and it was Christy, a catty smile on her face.

"Girlfriend, you better go on a diet of Special K, I can pinch an inch," Christy said with a malicious smile.

Jen pushed the younger girl's hand away. "Christy, why do you hate me so much?"

Christy scoffed. "Yeah Jen, and you're my biggest fan, right?" she said sarcastically. "You want to know why we don't like each other? I'll tell you. You're old Jen. You need to get that through your head. You should be at home wiping your kids' butts. But you strut around like you're queen bee, and you take the best guy. Well, enjoy it while you can, because he's going to be mine eventually."

"Are you done now?" Jen asked glaring at Christy. Christy nodded, an evil smile on her lips. "Good," Jen said and turned to walk away.

But Christy grabbed her arm. "I've told you why I don't like you. Don't you want to know why you don't like me?"

Jen turned and faced Christy, her arms across her chest. "Go ahead," she said.

"You're jealous of me," Christy said, the evil smile still on her lips. "I'm younger than you; what are you, 35? I'm 24. I'm pretty. I've got a tight young body. Do you understand what I'm saying, Jen? The important word is young. I'm going to look this good for a long time. How long can you hold it together? You're already falling apart." Christy poked Jen's tummy, and her smile grew wider when Jen stepped away.

Jen felt herself on the brink of tears. She hurried out of the bathroom, not wanting Christy to see her cry. Christy felt a tingling between her legs as she watched Jen run away, a satisfied smile on her face.

Jen went outside. The fresh air made her feel a little better. She stepped into the side alley, and was alone in the dark. Christy had shattered everything that had gone good tonight. With shaking hands, Jen reached into her purse and took out the small metal vial. She unscrewed the top, then snorted some cocaine into each nostril. She let the feeling of well-being wash over her, let the magic powder push away the terrible things Christy had said to her. She put the vial away. She reached down and adjusted her stockings, then she fixed her makeup. Then she went back into the bar to find Darius. More than ever, she wanted him to desire her, to be frenzy in lust with her and in the process validate how beautiful and sexy she was.

Chapter 13

Darius got out of bed, seeing from the clock it was almost noon. The sheets were messed up from his fuck session with Jen last night. It'd been fun, although less exciting than before. The cooling in his excitement for the pretty blonde was bound to happen. His relationships (if you could call them that) were always short.

He went to the DVD recorder hidden in the closet and popped out the DVD. He labeled it and added it to his collection of Jen DVDs. Then he paused, thinking. Curious, he took the latest DVD and one from a few months ago to his media room. He put both into DVD players and watched them on side-by-side TVs. It didn't take long to answer his question, and to see the differences in Jen's body. In the older DVD from a few months ago, her face and body were absolutely perfect. But in the DVD from last night, her face looked older. He saw lines around and under her eyes, after their fucking had worn away her makeup. And her body didn't look as firm. There was a roll in her once washboard stomach and a slight jiggling in her ass as she rode him on top. There was even a slight thickness in her upper thighs, marring what used to be absolutely perfect legs.

Darius immediately knew the cause. Jen was partying hard for a 35 year old woman. The heavy drinking was bad enough, but he knew she was taking hard drugs like coke. He shrugged, not really caring. He'd already been thinking about dumping her. Sure, she was sexy and good looking, but he was getting bored, he wanted new married pussy. He'd recently met a pretty brunette at a party. She'd just gotten back from her honeymoon, and while she seemed happily married, he'd seen her check him out when her new husband wasn't looking. He got really hot by the prospect of fucking her new married pussy.

Ironically though, watching the tapes, he got more interested in Jen. He wondered how fast it would take for her to lose all her looks. And how she'd react when she woke up one morning and looked in the mirror, and saw just a shadow of the pretty girl she used to be. He got excited about making more DVDs documenting her fall from beauty.

Across town, Mike sat alone drinking coffee in a Starbucks. He wondered where his life was going. Jen was still sleeping at home, recovering from her night with Darius. She'd gotten home after 4am, finally entering the house after a long make out session with Darius on their front porch. She didn't seem to care anymore whether people found out about her extramarital activities. She'd been high and looked freshly fucked. Her hair was tussled and her silk dress wrinkled. The stocking on her left leg was laddered from her knee up to the lacy welt. The stocking on her right had become detached from her garter belt and was gathered around her slim ankle. When he'd initiated sex, she'd whined about being tired, and passed out.

He felt he was losing his wife. She certainly didn't seem to care as much about him anymore. He knew he was to blame. It was his cuckold fantasies that drove them to where they were. But he'd always expected she'd temper his fantasies. Yes, the thought of her dressing to please another man excited him. But to allow herself to be tattooed, or to make her breasts larger, because another man wanted her to? Yes, those thoughts excited him, they all fed into his cuckold obsession. But she wasn't supposed to actually do those things! She was his wife, she was supposed to love him, this was all supposed to be an exciting game. It wasn't supposed to include permanent changes to her body to please another man.

Mike knew what had happened. She'd fallen in love with Darius. That was the only explanation for what she was doing, what she was allowing Darius to do to her. And he hated and despised himself, because her falling in love with Darius made his cock hard.

Looking up, he saw a familiar face. He got up and tapped the brunette on the shoulder. "Hi Tina," he said. Seeing a scowl form on Tina's face, he quickly added, "Can we talk? It'll only take a minute."

Tina got her latte and joined Mike at his table. He'd decided he wanted to clear things up with Tina. His relationship with Jen might be a mess, but he could at least fix things with Tina. "I just wanted to tell you how sorry I am about the other night," he said. "This thing with Jen is driving me insane. I don't know what to do. But I never meant to hurt you."

Tina heard the sincerity in Mike's voice and softened. "I guess I owe you an apology too, since I kind of encouraged Jen."

Mike shook his head. "I think it would have eventually happened anyway. I mean, the way she's so infatuated with these guys, it must have been some pent up thing inside her. It would have come out, sooner or later."

"Yeah, well, more like infatuated with one guy."

Mike looked away shamefaced, his cock getting hard at Tina's statement. "It doesn't help that I'm so perverted about all of this."

Tina took Mike's hand. "Mike, don't blame yourself. Okay, yes, you have fantasies, strong ones. But they're not perverted, not if you and Jen agreed together to act on them. It's Jen's fault for taking it too far."

Tina's words made Mike feel a lot better, because it validated what he'd been thinking. "Thanks, what you just said – you have no idea how much better it makes me feel."

Tina squeezed Mike's hand again. "You're a really great guy Mike. Jen shouldn't be treating you like this. She doesn't understand how lucky she is to have you."

A few days later, Jen sat in the waiting room of Dr. Ambrose, the doctor recommended by her sister Stacie. "You can go in now," Cathy the receptionist said, "But Dr. Ambrose has a full schedule today so he'll only be able to see you for 15 minutes."

Jen went in and took a seat, nervous about having such a short time to talk about this. She crossed her legs and waited as Dr. Ambrose finished a call. Dr. Ambrose was middle aged, maybe 50. He was overweight and mostly bald. He looked like a college professor instead of the highly regarded doctor that he was.

As he spoke to his wife on the phone, Dr. Ambrose looked at the pretty blonde who just walked into his office. He noticed the shapeliness of her long legs, her slim ankles and black high heels, and the subtle swish-swish sound of her nude nylons as she crossed her legs. She looked like one of the movie starlets who often came to him for their nips and tucks, although he knew from her file that she was just a stay at home mom.

"So, Jen, how can I help you?" he said with a smile after hanging up with his wife.

"Well, um, Dr. Ambrose, I'm thinking about breast augmentation," Jen said feeling nervous.

"It's okay to call it a boob job," Dr. Ambrose said with a friendly chuckle.

"Okay," Jen said with a grateful smile, some of her unease going away.

"What are you now? 32B?"

"Yeah. Well, between 32A and 32B."

"Hmmmm ... you're petite, so that fits you. But you could go larger. Let me guess, though. Your nipples are extremely sensitive, and you don't want to lose that."

"How did you know?" Jen said surprised.

Dr. Ambrose chuckled. "That's the blessing of small breasts. Not as much tissue to press against and dull the nerves around your nipples. You don't want to go too large or you'll risk less sensitivity. How large were you thinking?"

"I'd like 38D."

Dr. Ambrose immediately frowned and shook his head. "That's much too large. Not only would you likely lose significant sensitivity, but that size frankly would not look natural on your petite figure. Perhaps you could go to 36B, at most. But 34B would probably be best."

Jen couldn't help hiding her disappointment. Dr. Ambrose thought she looked lovely even with the frown on her face. As they'd spoken, her skirt had ridden up a bit, treating him to a better view of her legs, which were outstanding. In his profession he'd become a connoisseur of the female form, and he was very impressed with this young woman.

Just then his intercom rang. "Dr. Ambrose, your next appointment is here."

Seeing the end of their consult, Jen looked even more disappointed. Dr. Ambrose considered a moment and then said, "Jen, if you'd like, we could continue this consult with a physical examination, to help with your decision."

Jen's face brightened. "Really? That would be wonderful, thank you!"

"My pleasure," he said. He pressed the intercom button. "Cathy, please tell my next appointment that I'm running late – say 30 minutes – have Janet start with her."

Dr. Ambrose got up and walked around the desk. He leaned against the edge of the desk and contemplatively crossed his arms. "Okay, Jen, why don't you stand up and take off your blouse and bra."

Jen stood up, a frown on her face. "You do examinations here in your office?" she asked warily. "Without a nurse?"

"My nurse – Janet – is with my next patient, in my examination room," he explained. If you're uncomfortable, we can schedule this for another day."

Jen didn't want to wait, not considering how excited Darius had been about this. "That's all right," she said, unbuttoning her blouse and taking it off. Then she reached behind and undid her bra, taking that off too.

"Your breasts are beautiful," Dr. Ambrose said in a professional, doctorly way. "Are you sure you want to do this? Many men prefer natural over size."

"Well, not the men I know."

"Men?"

"I mean, man," Jen said her cheeks going red. "My husband wants me to be bigger," she lied.

Dr. Ambrose raised an inquiring eyebrow, but nodded. "Ah, I see. I need to feel your breasts, for my examination."

"Alright," Jen said. She'd had breast examinations before of course, so this wasn't unexpected.

Dr. Ambrose reached out and with his fingers he gently probed and prodded her breasts. It started out like any other breast examination she'd had before. But then, subtlety, his touches became more caressing than probing. More sensual than clinical. It never became a grope, but it was more than a sterile clinical evaluation. She felt herself becoming aroused, and her arousal increased as his fingers occasionally rubbed against her nipples. At one point, as his thumb ran over her nipple, she couldn't help letting out a soft moan.

Dr. Ambrose raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I see your nipples are very sensitive," he said. His tone was professional, not lustful, so Jen didn't feel uncomfortable even as her arousal grew from his touch. "I'm curious – can you achieve orgasm solely from stimulation of your nipples?"

"Yeah," Jen breathed. "Sometimes."

"That's interesting," Dr. Ambrose said clinically as he rubbed Jen's nipples between his fingers. "Most women cannot experience orgasmic pleasure solely from nipple stimulation."

"I'm gonna experience it right now if you don't stop," Jen thought to herself as she bit her lip to keep from moaning again.

Finally Dr. Ambrose pulled his hands away from Jen's breast, leaving her panting. Dr. Ambrose didn't seem affected by her arousal at all. Instead, he jotted notes in Jen's file.

Jen moved to put on her bra when Dr. Ambrose looked up and stopped her. "If you like, I can perform a full body evaluation."

"What?" Jen asked warily, not liking how that sounded.

"Many of my patients elect to have other procedures at the time of their breast augmentation. Laser treatment to remove blemishes, liposuction, that type of thing. Since you're here, I can provide you with recommendations on other treatments."

"Well ... okay."

"Fine. In that case, please take off your skirt."

Jen reached behind her and unzipped her skirt. She let it fall to her ankles and then stepped out of it. She expected him to ask her to take off her panties but he didn't. For a long time Dr. Ambrose silently studied Jen's body, walking all her more than once. Jen felt somewhat awkward standing practically naked in front of a man she just met (she was down to just her panties, stockings and heels), but Dr. Ambrose's examination was so sterile and clinical she didn't feel too uncomfortable.