Life After We Pt. 10

"Oh yeah that's good," Davis groaned, slowly pumping in and out of her mouth. He stroked her cheek. "Yeah, you got a pretty face to fuck."

He withdrew his cock from her mouth. Holding his shaft, he rubbed his cock across her face, making her cheeks and nose wet with his pre-cum and her own spit. "Your wife likes my black cock in her pretty face," Davis said to Mike. "You like it too, don't you Mike?"

When Mike didn't say anything, Davis laughed. "That's okay Mike," he said in a taunting voice. "But you know this black cock's gonna be fucking your pretty wife. You know that right? My black cock's gonna be inside her pussy. You got a small dick right? So your wife's pussy's gonna feel real tight around my cock."

Jen took hold of Davis's cock and stroked him with both hands. As she did she looked at Mike with an excited cum face. "Take it out Mike, show Davis," she urged him.

Like in an out of body experience, Mike found himself opening his pants and pulling out his dick. His manhood paled compared to Davis's, both shorter and thinner. Way shorter and thinner. He flushed as Davis grinned at his small equipment.

"It's alright Mike, it's how you use it, not size right?" Davis said with a big grin.

"He's really good using it," Jen said, giving Mike an encouraging smile.

"See? There you go," Davis said, barely holding back a laugh. Mike flushed red, yet his cock felt as hard as granite in his hand.

Davis pulled Jen to her feet. He ran his hands over her body as he kissed her. Jen kissed him back as she hurriedly undressed them. They made out as they fondled each other.

Jen had to get on her tip toes to kiss the tall black man. Seeing Jen's incredible legs extended like that, trading tongue with Davis as they petted and fondled, it drove Mike mad with lust. Feeling out of control, he dropped to his knees and took Jen's ass cheeks in his hands. Parting her soft cheeks, he dove into her crack and passionately licked her super sensitive asshole.

"Oh fuck!" Jen moaned, the pleasure so intense it was almost painful. "Mike's licking my ass!"

"You like that?" Davis asked, looking behind her to see Mike's face planted up her crack. He'd never done that to a girl, although plenty had ate his ass. It was definitely an exquisite pleasure, but it was something a girl did to a guy, not the other way around. He didn't think much of Mike. Of course, with such a small dick, he figured Mike had to do something to keep a hot wife like Jen satisfied.

Davis tore open a condom and rolled it onto his cock. Mike noticed, and was glad he didn't have to tell Davis to wear one.

"You keep licking her ass hole Mike," Davis said in the taunting voice again. "I'm gonna have fun in her pussy."

Davis bent at his knees, and then he thrust up powerfully, penetrating Jen. Jen squealed at the sudden penetration. It hurt a little, but she was used to big cock by now. She loved how they stretched her, how they made her feel so full. A big cock inside her made her feel so much like a woman!

Davis pushed more and more of his cock into her until he was balls deep. Then he began moving up and down, in and out. With each upward thrust he practically lifted Jen out of her high heels.

As Davis fucked her, Mike kept eating her ass. Jen reached behind and grabbed his hair, pulling him even deeper into her crack. She was in sexual bliss, with Davis fucking her and Mike licking her ass. In just moments she came, her body quivering on Davis's long thick shaft.

They hurriedly rearranged themselves. Jen got on her hands and knees and Davis took her from behind. Mike got in front of Jen and she took him into her mouth. After just a few seconds he exploded in her mouth. His orgasm was fantastic but he felt embarrassed at cumming so quickly.

Davis pounded her hard from behind. He fucked her so hard she groaned with every thrust. "Baby, do something for me," she said pleadingly to Mike.

"What?" he asked.

"Lick my clit," Jen said. She had on a desperate look, the face she often got when she was close to cumming.

Mike hesitated only a moment. He crawled under Jen, so they were in the 69 position. With his head below her pussy, he could see Davis's huge cock pounding in and out of her. Mike extended his tongue and licked her clit. There was no way he could avoid touching Davis's shaft with his tongue. He knew that was what Jen wanted, for Davis's big black cock to slide over the flat of his tongue. Mike went with it, knowing that fantasy gave her a lot of pleasure.

Feeling Mike not resisting, Jen lowered her pussy onto his face, using his face like a pillow. Now as Davis fucked her, his cock not only rubbed against Mike's tongue, it also rubbed across his face. Again Mike decided to go with it.

Jen realized Mike wasn't resisting. She sensed he didn't enjoy it, he was just enduring it. He was submitting to it. He was letting Davis rub his cock over his face, over his tongue, even though he didn't like it. That realization drove Jen crazy! She exploded in a massive orgasm! It was one of the best orgasms of her entire life!

Mike crawled out from under Jen. Davis fucked her hard through her orgasm, and she never stopped panting and moaning. She was clearly enjoying the hard fucking. Watching them fuck got him hard again.

With Mike out of the way, Davis took the opportunity to flip Jen onto her back. He dug his feet into the carpet. Using that extra leverage, he fucked Jen even harder. He jack hammered her pussy, plunging deep inside over and over like a battering ram. Jen grabbed his arms to keep from getting fucked right through the floor, and her moans were continuous.

Sweat soaked their bodies as they relentlessly fucked. Finally Davis tensed and let out a massive cry, and then he lunged deep inside Jen as he came.

Davis lay on top of Jen. They both panted heavily as they came down from their intense fucking. Finally Davis pulled out. Mike saw the condom was loaded with his sperm. Davis tossed the cum filled condom in the trash then collapsed into a chair, spent from the fucking. Still panting, he said to Mike "Your wife has a sweet pussy."

Mike looked at Jen. She was still on her back, still panting. After the hard fucking, she looked like a rag doll tossed on the floor, her arms and legs limp. But she still had her cum face on. That meant she hadn't cum again from Davis's fucking, but she was close.

Mike saw his chance. He was rock hard again. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted his cock to push her over the edge into another orgasm. He wanted her to cum on his cock.

He got down on the floor, moved on top of her. Jen welcomed him, wrapping her arms around him. They kissed passionately, and Jen fondled his body as much as he fondled hers.

Jen reached between their bodies and guided Mike's cock inside her. She made no move to put a condom on him. "Make love to me," she said looking deep into his eyes.

"I want to make you cum," he told her.

"I just want you inside me," she said stroking his cheek.

Mike knew he could make Jen cum. He'd made Jasmine cum on his cock, Tara and Gia too. It wasn't rocket science. Stay hard, rub her clit while stroking in and out, fondle her erogenous zones. Fuck a girl long enough like that and she'd cum, especially since Mike sensed Jen was already close.

But as soon as Mike entered Jen, he felt his orgasm approaching. This, despite the fact he didn't feel a lot as Davis's thick cock had stretched her. In fact, knowing she'd been stretched by the black man inflamed his cuckold lust even more. After just a few strokes, barely a minute inside her, Mike came.

Davis chuckled at Mike's performance, having heard him announce he was going to make Jen cum. Mike's pitiful performance wouldn't have made a horny teenage virgin cum.

Jen glared at Davis. She tenderly stroked Mike's hair. She whispered softly into his ear, "It's a compliment, you know?" She gave him tender kisses, trying to make him feel better.

Jen and Mike were a mess. So was Davis, but he didn't have to taxi back to the Venetian. They got dressed. Jen hugged Davis and gave him a crooked grin. She knew she had a friend and fuck buddy in Vegas. Davis knew it too, so he smiled back at her.

Again they were silent in the cab. But this time Jen snuggled into his arms. Mike enjoyed holding her, but he was distraught. He felt like such a loser.

He'd seen Davis fuck Jen. Davis had fucked her like a real man. All Jen's lovers fucked her like real men. Mike was a loser. He had a tiny dick and shot off early.

What was he good for? Jen reveled in the hard fucking she got from real men like Davis and Clint. What did she get from him? All he did was satisfy her kinky fantasies of a straight guy being forced to suck off another straight guy.

As if reading his mind, Jen said "That was freaking awesome. It was the best orgasm ever."

"Yeah," Mike said not wanting to talk about it.

Jen heard the hurt in Mike's voice. She said "It was your tongue that got me off, not Davis. You know that right?" She hugged him. "You're freaking amazing!"

"Yeah, sure," Mike said disheartened. Maybe it'd been his tongue, but only because he was licking Davis's cock as well as Jen's clit.

Jen looked into Mike's face. She sighed. She gave him a tender kiss, then snuggled back into his arms.

They were lucky again. They didn't run into anyone on the way to their connecting rooms. Like last night, they showered and then Jen got into Mike's bed with him. She rolled onto the side and pulled Mike to her so he spooned her. With all the alcohol, Ecstasy and fucking, she fell to sleep immediately. Mike was still bothered so he thought he'd be up all night fretting, but he fell asleep soon after Jen.

When Mike awoke it was mid-morning, the sun already bright. He was alone in bed. Had Jen already dressed and gone to her meetings? But then why didn't she wake him like yesterday? Maybe she was in her room dressing.

Mike went over to the connecting door. His side was still open, but hers was closed. He tried it. Locked. What was going on?

He put his ear to the door. He heard movement and his suspicions rose.

Mike remembered the shared balcony. He went outside. Her curtain was partly open. The sliding glass door was cracked open too (he must not have shut it completely yesterday when he went out onto her side of the balcony). His suspicions were confirmed by the sounds he heard. Then he looked in and his heart sank.

Jen and Clint were on the bed. They were naked and she was on top, riding his cock. She had her cum face on. Jen moaned as she rode him, a desperate passionate look on her face. She groaned as he cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples, and then her body quivered as she came all over his big cock.

Jen collapsed onto his chest. Clint rolled her onto her back. He slowly stroked in and out. Jen wrapped her arms around his neck, and they kissed as he fucked her. No, he wasn't fucking her. He was making love to her. And Jen was making love to him.

Mike couldn't stand watching anymore. This confirmed all his fears. He was just the "boyfriend" in her game. Clint was her real man, the man she loved, the man she was going to marry as soon as he asked her. Their recent experiences had been thrilling, but they were just a game. She might have a fondness for him because of their past, but that was all it was, a fondness.

Maybe they'd be friends forever. Maybe they might even hook up every few years, play their game. But it'd be just a temporary thrill. Their life as man and wife, as best friends, as soul mates, that life was over.

Surprisingly, Mike wasn't at all aroused by what he'd seen. He suddenly realized a truism of the hotwife/cuckold fantasy. The fantasy revolved around seeing YOUR girl with another man, the risk of losing YOUR girl. It didn't work if the girl wasn't yours.

Mike took a shower and packed. There was an early flight back to New York and he wanted to be on it. He wanted to see Anna. He felt the little girl could help mend his heart. The more he thought about it, the more he desperately wanted to see Anna. At that moment he realized the joy and comfort a child could bring to a person's life.

There was a soft knock at the connecting door. Mike didn't know whether he wanted to open it. Finally he did.

Jen stood there, looking freshly showered and dressed for work. Mike didn't see Clint.

"Clint arrived last night," she whispered. "He called my cell from the airport. You slept through it."

"Okay," Mike said. He could fill in the blanks. Jen moved to her room, she closed her side of the connecting door. She and Clint probably fucked all night long.

Jen saw the suitcase. "You're leaving?"

"Yeah," Mike said. He didn't provide any additional explanation. What more was needed?

Jen nodded. She understood. She actually looked relieved. It would be awkward having Mike around, now that Clint was there.

"Would you mind if I picked up Anna from your sister's?" Mike asked hopefully. "I'll take her back to the loft apartment."

"Yeah, sure," Jen said immediately. That would save her a major hassle of picking up Anna when she got home. Also, it would be good if Anna spent more time with Mike.

"I probably won't stay over at the loft apartment anymore after you get home," he told her. "I'll still watch Anna during the day, until the next semester starts," he quickly added. "But I'll take off when you get home after work." For his well-being, Mike needed to stop playing the game with Jen. To do that he needed to stop sleeping over at the loft apartment.

"Oh," Jen said. She kept her face neutral. "Okay." They were silent a few moments. Then Jen said "Um ... there's a party next weekend. At Belinda's. Can you come? I'd like to talk to you."

"I'm here, you can talk to me now," Mike said with a nervous laugh. He looked behind her. The manila envelope lay on the table. It was open. No doubt Clint had asked her about the divorce papers. Did she want to talk about that, get him to sign?

"Um, I'd rather wait," she said, looking as nervous as Mike. "Can you come to the party?"

"Yeah, sure," Mike said with a shrug. "Whatever" he thought.

Just then Clint emerged from the bathroom. He saw Mike and walked over, looking as confident as ever. They chatted for a few moments, talking about nothing – the weather, the Venetian, the dismal NY Jets.

"I better go," Jen said. She had meetings that morning. She gave Mike an awkward goodbye hug. "I'll see you Mike, take care."

"Yeah, you too," he said. They shared a brief moment, looking into each other's eyes. Then she turned to Clint. She kissed him on the lips and hugged him (a real hug, unlike the one she gave Mike). Then she was gone.

Mike felt awkward standing there alone with Clint. "I've got to get to the airport," he mumbled. He turned to leave.

"Hold on Mike," Clint said. He put his hand on Mike's shoulder. It felt like a steel vise. "We need to talk, man to man."

"What?" Mike said turning back to him, pushing Clint's arm away.

"I have nothing against you," Clint said. "In fact, I support what you did in Liberty-gate. But you need to understand, Jen's with me now. You understand she's going to marry me, right? There's a reason she wears my ring on her finger."

"Why are you telling me this?" Mike said belligerently.

"This is about Anna," Clint said.

"What about Anna?" Mike growled angrily.

"Calm down Mike, we're talking man to man," Clint said demeaningly. "I want you to think about what's good for Anna. She needs a father, a strong family structure. I'm the man in Jen's life. I'm going to be her husband. And I'm going to be Anna's father. It won't be good for her if you're around. It'll just confuse her."

"You're telling me not to see Anna?" Mike said angrily. Clint was bigger and stronger, but Mike was ready to fight.

"I'm trying to do this like adults," Clint said. "The fact is, you can't do anything about it. I've already talked to Frankie, he's agreed to give up parental rights. After our wedding, the first thing I'm doing is adopting Anna. So I'm practically Anna's legal father right now. As her father, I want you to stop seeing her. I hope you respect that. If you don't, I'll go to court and get a restraining order."

Mike took a step back. He felt like he'd just been punched in the gut. Not see Anna anymore? Lose both Jen and Anna?

Clint smiled, knowing he'd won. He said smugly "You need to understand Mike. Jen and Anna, they're my girls now. Jen is mine, and so is Anna. Whatever you had, it's over."