Making It Work Ch. 09

"Do you mind?" Jen asked Mike. He shook his head and Jen joined Tom and the others.

Mike made small talk with a few people he knew. He glanced at the door. The smokers came back in twos and threes. Allie and Scott returned, smiling and glancing at Mike. They sat down and others who didn't smoke approached them as if wanting the scoop. People whispered and laughed. They repeatedly glanced at Mike, at least that's how he felt.

Jen and Tom were still gone. Five minutes stretched to ten, and then 15. What were they doing? Was she blowing him? Was he fucking her in the alley, against the brick wall?

At 30 minutes they finally returned. "Sorry," Jen whispered to him as she sat, squeezing his hand under the table. Mike felt like everyone was looking at him. Coming here had been a mistake.

Sometime later Tom got up and announced he had to get home, babysitter issues. Jen smiled and waved goodbye to Tom. Mike sensed she wanted to walk him to the door, probably to give him a hug and kiss goodbye. "Go ahead if you want," he whispered bitterly to Jen.

Knowing he was upset, Jen hugged Mike's arm and squeezed his hand. She realized she'd spent too much time outside with Tom. After spending so much time in Vegas together, she missed him as much as he missed her. Yes they'd kissed and petted a little, but mostly they talked and laughed, flirted, held hands. Jen had been shocked and alarmed when she realized 30 minutes had passed.

"I'm sorry," Jen said again in the taxi.

"Why'd you even invite me?" Mike asked angrily.

"Mike --."

"If you wanted to be with him tonight, why'd you invite me?" he asked again, his anger rising.

She squeezed his arm. "Mike --."

Suddenly he was on top of her, smashing his lips against hers, pushing his tongue down her throat. He clumsily opened her blouse and pushed her bra up, and then he mauled her tits.

"Mike, stop," she said. He'd never been so wild, so out of control. She glanced at the driver. He wasn't complaining. He adjusted the mirror and their eyes met. Then his eyes traveled down to her exposed breasts. She tried to close her blouse but Mike wouldn't let her.

She felt Mike yank up her skirt. "Stop Mike he's looking," she whispered, trying to push her skirt back down.

Mike roughly pulled off her panties. He pushed her down on the seat and threw open her legs, and then he pulled down his zipper. She'd never seen him like this.

Then he was inside her. He entered easily, she was wet from making out with Tom earlier. The taxi driver adjusted the mirror again, to watch. Jen decided to go with it, and stopped struggling.

The driver turned down an alley and stopped. He wanted to watch. The alley had a light that dimly lit the inside of the car. From the way Mike had her, Jen couldn't help looking directly into the driver's face. He was Mexican, about 40, his skin oily and marred from ache. He was panting, and his eyes were full of lust.

Mike had thrown her legs open, so one leg rested on the top of the driver's seat. The driver caressed her stockinged leg as he watched. Jen wanted to pull her leg back but with Mike on top of her, in such close confides, there was nothing she could do. The driver caressed her leg from her ankle all the way to her bare thigh, above her stocking top. She cringed at his touch, especially when he touched her bare thigh. "He's touching me Mike," she said, but Mike kept fucking her.

The driver had his other hand out of sight. Jen had no doubt what he was doing with it. The driver's eyes never left her, moving from her face to her breasts to her stocking clad legs, caressing her, beating off. The scene was so lewd, her half-dressed, Mike wildly fucking her, the oily Mexican driver feeling her up. Suddenly her body shuddered and she came. It was a small orgasm, but still she was embarrassed the way her body reacted to this lewd scene.

Finally Mike grunted and came. Soon after the driver's eyes rolled up into his head, he grunted and his body lurched.

"Are you finished?" Jen said coldly to Mike. She pushed him off. Mike tried to help button her blouse but she angrily pushed his hands away. She fixed her bra, buttoned her blouse and pulled her skirt down. She got out of the taxi and stomped away. Mike sullenly followed. The driver didn't complain about not getting his fare.

They rode another taxi home in silence. Both of them were hurt, angry and embarrassed. At home Jen jabbed her finger at the guest room. "You're not sleeping with me tonight!" she hissed angrily. In the master bedroom, she immediately got into the shower, feeling soiled and used.

She couldn't sleep. She'd gone over the line, she knew that. She'd paid too much attention to Tom. Mike had a right to be upset. But wasn't that his fantasy? For her to go head-over-heels for another man?

She thought about how he'd gone crazy in the cab. Then she thought ... maybe he HAD gotten excited at happy hour, with her paying so much attention to Tom. Hurt yes, but crazy excited.

She thought again about what had happened. The driver was a creep. But at some level it had turned her on. She'd never told anyone -- not even Mike -- but deep down she had a rape fantasy. She'd never want it to happen of course. But with Mike on top of her in the close confides of the back seat, it was like she was captive, out of control. With the creepy oily driver fondling her with his pudgy fingers. That's why she'd cum. But still ... she shuddered at the memory.

Her nipples were hard, her pussy wet. She rubbed herself, thinking of the taxi driver, touching her, running his hands over her knees, passed her stocking tops to her bare thighs. In her fantasy she imagined the driver climbing into the back seat, kissing her and groping her tits, his tongue violating her mouth, his foul breath making her gag.

But then her fantasy morphed and it was Tom, not the driver. Tom shoved Mike away, his small cock jiggling as it popped from her pussy, and then Tom was between her legs, pushing his glorious huge cock into her.

In her fantasy Mike said "I wish my cock was as big as his."

"I wish it was too," Jen said. She moaned as Tom pushed more of himself inside her. "You never make me feel this good," she said to Mike.

She grabbed Mike's hair and pulled his face to her pussy. "Do something useful, lick my clit as Tom fucks me," she said meanly.

Mike licked her clit. As Tom moved in and out, his thick shaft slid over the flat of Mike's tongue. "Your cuck husband is blowing me!" Tom laughed derisively.

"You can do better than that Mike," Jen said with an evil grin. She pulled Tom out of her and then she pushed against the back of Mike's head, forcing her husband to swallow her lover's cock.

Grinning and getting into it, Tom held Mike's head tight with both hands and fucked his face hard. Mike gagged as Tom pushed his cock down his throat. Jen got on her knees and wrapped her arms around Tom. They made out as Tom fucked Mike's face.

"I'm gonna fucking cum!" Tom groaned into Jen's mouth.

"Cum all over his face!" Jen squealed gleefully. She smiled delightedly as Tom shot thick ropes of his sperm all over Mike's face and hair.

"My god," Jen thought to herself as she recovered from her orgasm. She'd had wild fantasies lately, where she treated Mike really mean. She wondered why. Because of the game? Maybe deep down her sub-conscious was reacting to Mike's desire for her to have sex with other men. Not only have sex, but date and have feelings for other men. Marriage was supposed to be exclusive, her heart and body reserved only for her husband. Their marriage was anything but that. Maybe Mike's desire for her to date and sleep with other men -- and not just any men, but confident gorgeous men with great bodies -- was affecting her psyche for him.

She felt guilty. She went into the guest bedroom. Moonlight shone into the room and she could tell Mike was awake. She crawled into bed, under the covers. He turned onto his side towards her, and they looked into the other's eyes.

"Sorry," he said.

"Sorry too," she said. She did feel sorry. But she was tired of Mike's back-and-forth, wanting her to play the game, but then getting upset at the consequences.

She said gently, "You can't get upset if I pay attention to Tom. You promised you'd handle it better this time."

"You don't have to flaunt it in my face," he said.

"You want me to stop seeing Tom?" she asked.

"What do you want?"

"I want you to stop pushing me into things, and then getting upset," she said frustrated.

After a long silence, Mike said "Maybe that's how it works."

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"You know those sites I go to? Ourhotwives and stuff like that? People in this lifestyle make it sound like they never get jealous or upset. I don't see how a husband can see his wife fucking another guy and not get jealous."

"Yeah but ... emotions are a big thing for you, right?" she asked. "I mean, just physical isn't enough. You want me to date Tom, have feelings for him."

"Yeah," he agreed resignedly. "They are for you too, though, right? You get all giddy when you're going with a new guy."

"But then you get upset," Jen said. "Like Vegas. Like tonight."

He shrugged. "I probably shouldn't have gone tonight, not if you were going to spend so much time with him."

She sighed. "I didn't plan it that way, it just happened." She shrugged and said "Maybe you shouldn't have come." She wasn't going to apologize, not again, not after he pushed her to date Tom. She could tell her words stung. To soften the blow, she added with a laugh, "It got you hot though."

He smiled sheepishly. Seeing him smile, she joked "You could've waited until we got home. That creep was touching me."

"It probably got you hot," he said with a knowing grin. He understood his wife better than she knew.

"Jerk!" she said hitting his arm, looking embarrassed.

"I felt you cum," he said.

"No I didn't," she lied.

"Whatever," he laughed. "You know what would've made tonight a lot better?" he asked.

"What?"

"If I would've been in the crowd watching you and Tom, instead of in the group feeling like a loser with all the populars."

"You're not a loser Mike," she assured him. "God, you make more than everyone there combined. Twice, three times more."

"Money doesn't make a person popular," Mike said with a shrug.

"Mike, wanna know something?" Jen said looking into his eyes. "I fell in love with you because you're not one of those popular people."

"Okay," Mike said grinning.

"I'm not kidding."

"Okay," he said again. "What did you and Tom do outside?"

"We kissed a little, but mostly just talked."

"You like him a lot, huh?" Mike asked.

"I like him enough," she said.

"Are you going to see him this weekend?"

"I didn't think you'd want me to," Jen said surprised.

"I can tell you want to see him."

"I do kinda," she admitted.

Tom picked Jen up Saturday afternoon. "A motorcycle?" Mike asked looking out the window, frowning. He didn't like motorcycles, they weren't safe, especially driving through a congested city like New York.

"It's okay baby, he's a safe driver," Jen said, wearing a leather jacket, skinny jeans and pointy toe cowboy boots. "I'll see you tomorrow," she said giving Mike a quick kiss.

Looking out the window, Mike watched Jen put on a helmet and get on the bike behind Tom. If neighbors were looking, they might think Jen was going for a ride with a platonic guy friend. But as they started off, Tom reached back and put his hand possessively on Jen's thigh, like she was his. Jen didn't make him take his hand away.

Mike jerked off, cumming at the memory of Tom putting his hand on Jen's thigh. Melancholy swept over him after cumming.

He decided to go out. He showered and dressed, then he walked aimlessly around the city. He found himself in front of Bar Americain, one of his favorite restaurants. He headed to the bar, knowing they served the full menu there. He was surprised to see the owner / celebrity chef, Bobby Flay. He was sitting with a beautiful blonde girl. It was Jasmine Kelly.

Jasmine jumped up smiling when she saw Mike. She gave him a hug and kiss hello. Mike couldn't help noticing how curvy and soft she felt as they hugged. She insisted he join them.

Bobby had a drink with them, and then excused himself to go back to the kitchen. As soon as Bobby left, Jasmine scooted her chair closer to Mike's. She insisted on buying him dinner, to thank him for the interview. As they ate, a photographer from the New York Times Magazine asked to take their picture, having first recognized Jasmine, and then also Mike. Mike smiled awkwardly, still not used to so much attention. Jasmine moved closer to Mike, put her arm through his, and gave the photographer a dazzling smile. Mike forgot his anxieties about Jen as he spent an enjoyable evening with the enchanting Jasmine.

Tom and Jen rode back to his place. Tommy squealed and jumped into Jen's arms. Maria left, it was her day off. Tom had a babysitter coming later.

Jen played with Tommy and read books while Tom made dinner for Tommy. Tommy ran upstairs to his bedroom to get more toys. Jen took the opportunity to take off her wedding and engagement rings and put them in her purse.

The babysitter arrived, Dawn, a pretty brunette high school junior. She was bubbly and had a great cheerleader's body and showed it off in skinny jeans and a tight sweater. Dawn fawned over Tom. It was clear she had a crush on him. Tom seemed to like the attention from the pretty teen cheerleader.

"Dawn's kinda young for you, isn't she?" Jen joked later as they walked to the neighborhood restaurant, her arm in his.

"Sorry about that, she's had a crush on me forever," Tom said.

"Don't worry, I'm not the jealous type," Jen laughed. "Just don't get horny and do something stupid, she's definitely jail bait."

He pulled her into his arms. "I've got you when I get horny," he said grinning.

"You think so huh?" she teased, laughing again.

They went to the sushi place. Hanging out again in his neighborhood, Jen was prepared this time with a story about her and Tom if they ran into people he knew. To her surprise (and horror!), they ran into people SHE knew. Her neighbors Jeremy and Alicia were eating there. Jen immediately pulled her hand from Tom's, but not before Alicia saw them holding hands.

Jeremy and Alicia had just gotten there too, so they invited Jen and Tom to join them. Jen introduced Tom as an old friend.

"Where's Mike?" Alicia asked suspiciously.

"Oh, um, he's drowning in work," Jen stammered. "You know, his Sapphire thing."

"Yeah ..." Alicia said. She doubted Jen's story, especially when she looked down and saw Jen without her wedding ring.

Under the table, Tom put his hand on Jen's thigh. She pushed his hand away and gave him a look.

As they talked, Tom leaned towards Jen. It was subtle, but Alicia noticed. "How long have you known each other?" she asked suspiciously.

"Oh, a while," Jen stammered. "Back in college."

"Did you date?" Alicia pressed.

Jen said "No," but at the same instant Tom said "Yes."

Flushed, Jen said "We dated for a while."

"Oh okay," Alicia said. "I guess then you met Mike."

"Yeah, we dated before I met Mike," Jen stammered.

After dinner as they walked to their car, Jeremy asked "Do you think she's cheating on Mike?"

"I'm sure she is!" Alicia said gleefully. This gossip was too good! She couldn't wait to get home to tell her friends.

"God, I can't believe that happened," Jen lamented after dinner when they got back to Tom's place. Dawn had left a few minutes earlier and Tommy was asleep.

"They believed you," Tom said.

"I don't think so," Jen said doubtfully. "You didn't help."

He shrugged. "Just come clean, tell people you have an open marriage. It'd be a lot easier." She frowned at him. He pulled her into his arms. "Come on, don't let it ruin the evening," he said.

"Okay," Jen said with a smile, and they kissed. They fucked in his bedroom. Their sex got better and better. Jen pulled a pillow over her head when her orgasm hit, not wanting to wake up Tommy.

After, Jen brushed her hair, put on lipstick and wiggled into a sexy baby doll nightie. She knew it was silly to put on lipstick to go to bed, but she was really into Tom and wanted to be pretty for him.

"You look really good," Tom admired.

"Thanks, so do you," she said eyeing his bare well-defined chest. He only wore boxers to bed, and she liked that. She liked looking at his tanned, ripped body.

"You know, sometimes at night Tommy climbs into bed," he said.

"Oh," Jen said. She hadn't thought of that. The flimsy almost see-through nightie would not be cool if Tommy saw her.

Tom reached over into his dresser and pulled out his old college football jersey. "You could wear this," he said handing it to her.

"I didn't know you played for Michigan State," Jen said. She ran her finger along his last name stitched into the jersey, "Mason." "I don't think I can wear this, I hate Michigan State," she joked. Penn State and Michigan State were bitter rivals.

"It's soft though," she observed. She took off the nightie and put on his jersey. "Comfy," she said smiling into his eyes. Tom had on the biggest smile.

Jen knew he took it as another sign she was his, like the wedding ring thing. But she WAS his during their dates, right? She wondered if this was crossing the line, whether Mike would get hurt. Well, he was the one who wanted her to date Tom, not just have a sexual relationship. And it's not like she had to tell him about it. Also, truthfully, she liked wearing Tom's jersey.

The jersey soon came off as they fucked again. But before she fell asleep she put it back on.

Jen got home just before dinner the next day. She'd spent the day with Tom and Tommy, doing fun things for Tommy like going to the Central Park zoo and seeing the latest Disney movie. It was fun and felt good holding Tommy's hand as they walked through the zoo, and to hold him in her lap during the movie.

Tommy liked seeing his dad holding hands with Jenny. More than once he asked, "Jenny, are you my daddy's girl friend?"

Each time Jen would share a delighted smile with Tom and say "Yes I am."

Tom fucked Jen twice before going home to Mike, once when they got up Sunday morning, and again later while Tommy napped. Before she left, Jen gave Tom a blowjob as Tommy played with wood blocks downstairs.

Later that night, in bed, Jen said, "Something happened." She told Mike how she'd run into Jeremy and Alicia, who lived just two doors down and were in their neighborhood social circle.

"I guess it was bound to happen," Mike said.

"Yeah, but what do we do? Tom said we should tell people we have an open marriage."

Mike frowned. Not only didn't he like the idea, he didn't like Tom's gall of even suggesting it. He was her lover, temporary boyfriend, that was it, he had no say in their marriage.

But Mike didn't want to get angry and ruin the evening. Staying calm, he said "I don't like that idea. It's better if we let people think you've having an affair. The open marriage thing is too hard to explain. Everyone gets cheating."

She grimaced. "It makes me look like a slutty cheating bitch," she said.

"It makes me look like a husband who can't satisfy his wife," Mike said. "But when we stop playing the game, people will think we worked it out. We won't have to explain anything."

There were a lot of things Jen hated about the idea. But this way she could play innocent, the same thing she was doing now. Let people think what they wanted to think.

"What do you think?" he asked.

"I guess ...," she said tentatively.

Mike pulled her to him. After being with Tom, she wasn't in the mood. But she went with it. He was her husband after all, so she moved her body the right way under him, and moaned at appropriate times. As usual, he came fast. "Sorry," he said after he finished.