Pandora's Box Pt. 03

"Oh, I'm sorry, you're getting ready to go somewhere," she said turning to leave.

"No, no, don't go yet, let me get you a soda," he said. He got a Coke from the refrigerator.

"Um, do you have a Diet Coke?"

Ralph looked again. "I've got Diet Pepsi, Pepsi Max and Coke Zero."

Jen scrunched up her face. "That's okay, I'll just have ice water."

Ralph opened his hands in a "what the heck?" gesture. "They're all the same," he said grinning.

"No they're not."

Ralph laughed. "They're all diet soda, they all taste the same."

Jen crossed her arms stubbornly. She hated being disagreed with. "You're wrong," she said with finality.

Ralph kept smiling but decided to drop it. He was getting to know her, and knew she had a stubborn streak and a quick temper. He found it all charming though, and it didn't hurt that she looked so damn cute when she got angry.

As Ralph fiddled with ice and water Jen took the opportunity to look him up and down. She liked what she saw, dark complexion, a well-defined chest, broad shoulders and muscular arms and legs. Soft dark hair ran from below his belly button to around his biceps, and the sight made her shiver (Mike's chest was almost hairless). She looked away just before he turned with the ice water, pretending to study the pictures in the shelves. "Why do you keep pictures of all your old girl friends?" Jen noticed they all looked like Alicia: curvy with big chests and short dark hair.

"I don't know," he shrugged, "I guess that's just how I am. I like to remember my past."

"But didn't Alicia get mad?"

"Yeah, sometimes, but I always told her it was okay with me if she put up pictures of her old boyfriends." Jen thought that strange but didn't say anything more, although she didn't see any pictures of Alicia with her old boyfriends.

Just then the phone rang. He saw the caller ID and looked apologetic. "I'll just be a minute," he said picking up the phone. As he looked away she snuck a look at his crotch and saw what appeared to be a thick snake running down his thigh. She remembered Annie's measuring technique. At least 3 hands, she thought with a smile.

"Alicia just picked up the kids," Jen heard Ralph say. She couldn't make out what the person on the other end of the line was saying, but she was certain it was a woman's voice. "That's great. I can't wait to see you too. Bye."

"Alicia's back?" Jen asked, processing what she'd just heard.

Ralph nodded. "Just got back last week. We saw a judge this week and worked out joint custody."

"So, what, you're going out on a date?" Jen asked, a smile planted on her pretty face but her question coming out like an accusation.

"Well ... yeah," Ralph said warily, noticing Jen's sudden coldness. Then he added flippantly, "I mean, life goes on."

"Life goes on," Jen slowly repeated as if analyzing every word. "Well, have a good time," she said tersely, walking towards the door. Then on impulse she paused in front of the window next to the door, pretending to look in her purse for her car keys and turning slightly to show Ralph her profile. With the bright sun making her blouse almost transparent, she knew her braless, perky breasts and upturned nipples were clearly visible for Ralph to see. She got some satisfaction when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw him trying to hide a growing hard-on.

Jen opened the door and was startled to see a young woman standing on the stoop. "Oh," the girl said just as surprised to see Jen. She was younger than Jen, maybe 22 or 23, and very pretty. Like Alicia and Ralph's old girlfriends, she had short dark hair and a classic hour glass figure. Jen's minor victory over teasing Ralph with a flash of her breasts was short lived when she saw the huge chest of Ralph's date. "Does Ralph live here?"

"Yes, he's inside," Jen replied feeling awkward. For some reason she felt the need to explain why she was there. "We go to the same church, he left something there and I just brought it to him." She flushed with embarrassment and hurriedly added, "Anyway, I'm leaving now, goodbye."

"Jen wait," Ralph said stepping onto the stoop. "Sophie, can you wait inside? I just need to talk to Jen for a minute."

Sophie looked chagrined and flashed Ralph a petulant inquiringly look (he was still wearing just a towel around his waist), but she stepped into the house. Ralph closed the door and turned to Jen. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Jen snapped her short temper flaring up. "Ralph, you're standing in a towel and your date is waiting, don't you think you should go back inside."

"Wait," Ralph said grabbing her arm. "You never told me why you came by. I mean, not just to return the diaper bag?"

"I told you," Jen said impatiently. "Mike had to go to the office, so I thought we could hang out, maybe watch the football game again."

Ralph's face brightened. "That sounds great!" he said enthusiastically. "Come back in!"

Jen looked at him like he was crazy. "Hello? Sophie?"

"Don't worry about that, I'll get rid of her," he said immediately. "Don't give me that look, I'll make up a good excuse like I have to pick up the kids or something." He leaned in and whispered conspiratorially. "To be honest, I think she's too young for me."

Jen rolled her eyes. "Ya think?!" she scoffed. She scowled at him, but then they both laughed.

Just then they heard a car horn. "Hey Jen is that you?" Jen turned and saw it was her friend Annie from work. She glanced worriedly at Ralph and then ran over to Annie's car.

"What are you doing here?" Jen asked.

"What are you?" Annie replied, then looked over her sunglasses at Ralph who was still standing on the stoop, obviously waiting for Jen to come back. "And who is your friend over there? What's his name, Mr. Hunk?"

Jen knew what Annie must be thinking. "That's Ralph, he's from church, and has 4 kids," she quickly blurted out. She grimaced inside knowing she probably sounded guilty.

"I see," Annie said overly dramatically, drawing out the I. "And his wife?"

"They're separated."

"I see," Annie repeated, again drawing out the I like she was Sherlock Holmes and had just heard an important clue to a mystery. "And where is Mike?"

"Um ... he's at work."

"Aaahhhhh, I see," she said as if she'd just figured out whodunit.

Jen grimaced. The last thing she needed was for Annie to blab about this at work, she was the biggest gossip. "I know Ralph from church," she explained. "I returned some things he'd left at church. That's all. In fact, his date is in his house, and I'm leaving."

Annie looked disappointed. "He has a girlfriend?"

Jen shrugged to her single friend, giving her a "sorry he's already taken look." She was pretty sure Sophie wasn't Ralph's girlfriend, especially the way Ralph had been willing to blow her off, but she didn't correct Sophie because it seemed like a good way to escape this situation. "See you later," she shouted to Ralph, waving her hand. Ralph looked disappointed as she got into her car and drove away.

"How'd it go?" Mike asked when she walked in the door, disappointed she was home so early.

"Come on," Jen said grabbing his arm. Entering their bedroom, she pushed him onto the bed. She took off her high heels and then her pants.

Mike smiled as his wife straddled his chest. "So you had fun with Ralph?"

"Shut up," she snapped, pinning his arms with her knees. "This is what you like, isn't it?" she hissed ripping a hole in her pantyhose. "You want this?" she taunted pulling her panties to the side revealing her wet pussy. "Lick me," she ordered lowering herself on his face.

She rolled her head back as Mike tongued her clit. The meeting at Ralph's had been humiliating. She'd made a fool of herself, practically throwing herself at Ralph and then finding out he had a date. She'd acted like an idiot prancing around Ralph's house and giving him a peek at her small breasts, when clearly what he wanted was the double Ds of Sophie. She felt so foolish.

But god, he'd looked so good in that towel. He'd gotten her so hot. Just being in the same room with him made her skin tingle. But she'd never been so embarrassed or felt so rejected opening the door and seeing Sophie, and it had all been Mike's fault. He was the one pushing her to do these things, and she'd decided in the car she was going to make him pay. So she grabbed his hair tight so it hurt and rubbed her pussy against his mouth. "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she moaned. Mike had always been good at eating pussy. She clamped Mike's head between her strong dancer's thighs, and roughly rubbed her cunt over his face, moving his head where she wanted by roughly pulling his hair not caring whether it hurt. "Yes!" she grunted as she came grinding hard on Mike's face.

She rolled off Mike and saw the confused look in his face. She immediately felt bad. It wasn't his fault. Yes, he was pushing her to do things, but she was a willing participant, more than that really because she found the games terribly thrilling. She was about to mount him to give him relief – she'd fuck him really good to make it up to him -- when the phone rang. She would have ignored it but she saw it was Annie. She decided to talk to her to further head off Annie blabbing at work and starting rumors she'd rather not have to deal with.

"Okay Jen, give me the 411, who is Ralph!" Annie said as soon as Jen answered.

Jen was about to repeat her earlier story when she thought of a better way to make it up to her husband. She smiled slyly at Mike and pressed the SPEAKER button on the telephone. "I told you Annie, Ralph is a guy I know from church." Jen stood up and put her heels back on, smiling at Mike the entire time. He loved it when she pranced about in hose and high heels.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," Annie said impatiently. "Now give me the good stuff. You said he's separated right? Usually I stay away from guys like that because you never know, they may get back together with their wives, but Ralph is SOOOOO good looking."

"Well ....," Jen began as if deciding whether to let Annie in on a secret. She sat on the edge of the bed next to Mike and ran a finger nail along his chest. "He used to be football player. Now he owns a gym. He works out all the time, you can really tell."

"That's what I'm saying!" Annie said excitedly. "He has an incredible chest, his biceps are so hard."

"Yeah, Ralph has a muscular chest," Jen cooed, teasingly poking Mike's soft chest and biceps to emphasize the different between him and Ralph. Mike moaned.

Jen stood up because she didn't want Annie to hear Mike's moans, and to prolong his torture (she knew he was loving this!). "Don't you think Ralph is soooo handsome?" Jen giggled into the phone like a schoolgirl while she looked into her husband's eyes. "Usually he has this sophisticated GQ look going on where he combs his hair back, but today he'd just gotten out of the shower and his hair was all tussled like a boy. He looked so adorable!"

"Yeah, I told you, he's Mr. Hunk!" Annie replied, then became disheartened. "But how do I snag someone as good looking as him?"

"Oh, I don't know, there are things you can do," Jen said, moving in front of the window and showing Mike her profile just as she'd done with Ralph. Mike gasped as his wife's perky tits became clearly visible through the blouse, knowing she'd done the same thing with Ralph.

Annie smiled realizing there might be something more going on between her friend and Ralph. "Come on Jen, fess up," she said intrigued. "Are you doing the nasty with Ralph? Don't worry, I won't tell Mike. I mean, most married people cheat at least once."

"Are you serious, most people cheat?" Jen said feigning innocence, sitting back on the bed. She covered the phone and ran her finger along Mike's lips. "Is that what you want, for me to cheat on you?" she whispered. Mike couldn't take his eyes off his wife. She was marvelous!

Jen pulled her husband's hands to her breasts. Still covering the phone, she said, "Were you hoping Ralph would touch me here?" she whispered.

"Jen are you still there?" Annie asked. "Come on , tell me, are you having an affair?"

Jen laughed merrily. "No, but it sounds like you think I should."

"Well, yeah!" Annie said. "No offense, Mike is a nice guy, but if you have a chance to shag a man like Ralph you take it! I mean, from the look of him in that towel he's probably got 3 hands going."

Jen saw the incomprehension in Mike's face and smiled, teasingly wrapping her hand around his erection. "I think you're right," she giggled into the phone. "Definitely 3 hands, at least."

"Come on, Jen," Annie said seriously. "Guys like that are rare. At least white guys." Annie giggled at this. "Fess up, how big is your Mikie?"

"Well ...," Jen said with a wicked grin, squeezing her husband's cock. The head of his cock barely cleared her fist. "Mikie is only about one hand."

"Oh," Annie said awkwardly. "Sorry girl friend."

"That's okay," Jen said cheerfully. "That's why God created dildos." Just then Mike lurched and came, ejaculating over his wife's hand.

"What was that?" Annie cried. "Jen, is Ralph over there? Is he doing you right now?"

"I wish," Jen said longingly, with more feeling than she intended. "I've got to go Annie, Mike just got home."

"You are so bad," Mike said as soon as she hung up the phone.

Jen gave him her best sultry look. "You have no idea how bad I can be," she purred, bringing her fingers to her lips. She was about to lick off his jism, but suddenly Jen laughed gleefully and flicked her finger across Mike's nose, leaving a small dollop of sperm behind.

"Why you!" Mike shouted playfully and wrestled his wife to the bed. He tickled her and she laughed and kicked, both of them tumbling across the bed.

Chapter 7

Jen fumbled with her keyboard. She couldn't concentrate. She hated her job, marketing assistant in a big multinational. Her dream had been to dance, but she'd given that up when she married Mike. She couldn't stop thinking about Ralph and the day before. She'd been teasing Mike when she'd gushed about how great a body Ralph had, and how adorably cute he'd looked right out of the shower. But really it was all true. He was soooooo hot. It bothered her he'd had a date. Hadn't he just separated from Alicia? What was he doing going on a date so soon? With practically a teenager no less! Jen didn't know if she was bothered more by Sophie's age, or her big breasts.

In retrospect, Jen remembered how Ralph was always surrounded by girls at his gym. Almost always they were cut in the same mold: young and curvy, pretty with short dark hair, and big breasts. It annoyed her to no end how so many men salivated over big mammary glands. Didn't they realize how gravity worked? In 10 years Sophie's would be sagging down to her belly button, whereas her small tits would still be perky and perfect. And what was Ralph's thing about brunettes? Didn't he know blondes had more fun?

The problem was, Ralph was exactly like the hunky guys she always pined over and dated in high school and college. That had stopped when she met Mike, but Mike wasn't helping any with his kinky fantasies and the way he brought up Ralph all the time.

The next Sunday Jen wore a conservative knee length dress and heels, as well as a full coverage bra and pantyhose. She'd decided she wouldn't tease Ralph anymore. While she liked him a lot and wanted to continue their friendship, she thought platonic would be better.

At church Mike and Jen sat next to Ralph and his kids. Mike expected to see Alicia. He'd heard she was back, and even thought they were still separated, he assumed she'd attend church with her kids. But she didn't show up.

For once, Jen didn't have Jamie on her lap. Her focus seemed to be on the pastor's sermon. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed men sneaking peaks at her. It was always that way, and it wasn't just her beauty. She had an air about her, an elegant ballerina sitting in a pew. Of course, a lot of it WAS her looks. Her face was flat out gorgeous, and she regularly wore wet silky lipstick that made it hard to take your eyes off her mouth. Her natural blonde hair was lush and long. Mike would rather she grow it longer, but Jen had limits because long hair was harder to deal with than short hair. So they had an inside joke, called the "bra-strap" length. During the summer, Jen could wear her hair shorter, but it had to at least hit her bra strap. Jen often joked, "what do you want me to do, take off my blouse so Danny can make sure not to cut above my bra strap?" Danny was her stylist, and her suggestion might be exciting except he was gay.

Jen shifted and crossed her legs, and a dozen pairs of male eyes followed her movement. Mike wondered sometimes if his wife knew her full impact on men. Sure, she noticed men looking. She was a natural flirt and liked the attention. But he doubted she noticed all the subtle male looks going her way all the time. And then there were the little things. Like right now, with her left leg crossed over her right, Mike watched as Jen arched her left foot. A few times he'd seen her dangle her high heel off her toe on purpose, when she was intentionally trying to tease. But now, as she arched her foot, she wasn't doing that to tease, she probably wasn't even aware she was doing it. But seeing her pretty stocking clad foot slightly arch out of her high heel, it was incredibly erotic.

Mike noticed Ralph stealing glances at his wife. Clearly Ralph was captivated by her long legs and pretty feet. By the way Ralph acted, Mike could tell Jen had him wrapped around her little finger, and the thought got him so hard it hurt. The idea of Jen having sex with Ralph – a married man – aroused him to no end. Especially if Ralph and Alicia ultimately got back together, because then Ralph would think of Jen whenever he had sex with Alicia.

Two weeks later Mike packed for another business trip. "Why don't you call Ralph while I'm away," he said with a lustful smile. "You could bring over dinner."

Jen scoffed. "Mike, I told you what happened last time. Ralph likes busty teenagers. Besides, he's our friend now. I don't want to play games with him. Real life is one thing, the game is something else and I want to keep them separate."

"Well, just think about it," he said disappearing into her closet, and then emerging a few minutes later and dropping a small bundle of clothes on the bed. "If you decide to go, wear this. Email me a picture, okay?"

Jen rolled her eyes and didn't even touch the clothes to see what he'd picked out. He laughed. An hour later he was on his way to the airport.

She tried not to think about her husband's idea, but it kept creeping into her head. Why did he have to keep pushing her with Ralph? Finally, she picked up her phone but hesitated at dialing. "I'll make a casserole and bring it over, he and the kids will probably be happy to have a home cooked meal instead of Dominos again," she thought. "I'll only stay for a little while, and just go with what I have on now, I won't change into Mike's outfit." Satisfied with the deal she'd made with herself, she dialed Ralph's number.

"Hello?" Ralph answered. Jen's heart did a flip at hearing Ralph's deep masculine voice.

"Um, hi, um, it's me," she said nervously. She chided herself for sounding so idiotic and quickly added, "I mean, it's me, Jen, you know, from church." She squeezed her eyes shut trying to control her nervousness. " Mike just left on a trip," she finally got out, "and, well, if you and the kids aren't busy, I thought I could bring something over for dinner."

"Hey Jen!" Ralph said enthusiastically. "I'm so happy you called! This is Alicia's weekend with the kids. I was thinking about going out for dinner. Do you want to come?"

"Well ... yeah, I guess. Should I meet you there?"