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Cheating and Rivals Pt. 22-23

Cheating and Rivals – Part 22

"Zip me?" Jen said the next Friday night, turning her back to Mike and holding up her long blonde hair. They were going to dinner for some alone time. Maggie was babysitting Anna.

Mike zipped up his wife's dress. "You're not wearing stockings?" he asked looking at her bare legs.

"It's so hot and humid lately," Jen said. Thinking about being out on the hot streets of New York City, she said "Maybe I'll wear my hair up tonight." She turned towards the mirror to work on her hair.

"Okay," Mike said, a frown creasing his brow. He went into the family room to check on Maggie and Anna.

After pinning up her hair, Jen looked at herself in the mirror (a final check before going out). She looked at her bare legs and grinned, thinking of Frank. She took a selfie in the mirror and texted it to Frank. Jen didn't notice Mike looking off the side of the doorway.

Wanting to stay close to the loft apartment, they dined at the French Bistro. It was still early when they finished. "Let's go to that sports bar," Mike suggested.

"Okay," Jen said with a shrug.

"You look good tonight honey," Mike said as they sat on stools at the sports bar. "As always."

"Thanks baby," Jen said smiling and squeezing Mike's hand.

Mike put his hand on Jen's thigh (her legs were crossed). "You could have worn stockings," he said. "It's air conditioned here and at the Bistro."

"Yeah but, the walking," Jen pointed out.

"This is how Frank likes you," Mike said. He grinned to keep their conversation light.

"I guess," Jen said with a smile back. "Oh yeah, that reminds me. Frank's got a masquerade ball next weekend. We're both invited. He's bringing costumes when he comes over tomorrow."

"What?" Mike said, frowning. There was a lot in what Jen just said and he was trying to process it all. "Frank's coming over tomorrow?"

"Um, yeah," Jen said hesitantly. "We talked about it this week. I thought you said it was okay."

"I thought we were playing it by ear," Mike said. "I thought we were going to hang with Anna tomorrow. Just the 3 of us. And then decide."

"We ARE going to hang tomorrow, all day long," Jen said consolingly, squeezing Mike's hand. "Frank will come over after."

"Anna can't sleep over a Maggie's again," Mike said. "I don't want her away that much."

"I don't either Mike," Jen assured him. "Frank will come over after Anna's asleep." She looked up into Mike's face. She said gently, "I thought you wanted this baby. I haven't seen Frank since last weekend. We're supposed to be dating, remember?"

"Yeah, I want this," Mike said. "I just thought we were playing tomorrow by ear."

"I'm sorry," Jen said. "I can cancel with Frank, but he wants to show us the costumes."

"So what is this party?" Mike asked.

"It's a ball," Jen said with a laugh. "I can't believe they still have balls."

"Where is it?"

"Someone's house I think," Jen said.

"Must be big to have a ball," Mike said.

"Oh my god Mike you should see these houses," Jen gushed. "They're freaking mansions. Right in the middle of the City. They take up a whole block."

Mike nodded, thinking about their loft apartment. It was a typical New York home, a small 2 bedroom apartment. Not close to a "freaking mansion."

"So, you agreed to go, without asking me first? And I've got to wear a costume Frank picked out?"

"Mike, honey, this all just happened," Jen said soothingly. "Frank called this afternoon, I didn't get a chance to tell you until now. And I didn't agree to go. I said I'd ask you first."

"But you want to go," Mike said.

"I mean, yeah," Jen admitted. She squeezed Mike's hand again. "Don't you? It's a freaking costume ball in New York City. Doesn't that sound like fun?"

Mike had to admit, it did sound like fun. "I might want to pick my own costume," he said.

"Of course honey," Jen said soothingly. "You can wear whatever you want. Frank just wanted to help out since it's last minute."

"Okay," Mike said. He didn't like the idea of getting help from Frank, but he got what she was saying.

They finished their drinks. "Should we go?" Jen suggested.

Mike looked at his watch. It was only 10. He grinned and said "Guess who I saw?"

"Who?"

"Josh," Mike said. "He's back in the pool room."

Jen looked puzzled, trying to remember. Then it came to her. The football player from Penn State. He was a few years ahead of Colin. "Oh yeah," she giggled, remembering how she hooked up with him.

"Let's go back and say hi," Mike suggested.

"I'm not sure I want to see him," Jen said with another giggle. When she was in the moment she could be bold and shameless. But afterwards she was shy and embarrassed by her sluttiness. So she didn't really want to see Josh, at least not at that moment.

Mike caressed Jen's thigh. "Go and see him," he said with an excited twinkle in his eye. "I'll stay here to give you time to catch up."

"Mike what are you up to?" Jen said grinning at him.

"You know," Mike said grinning back. "Let's play tonight. Bring Josh home."

"Mike," Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"Come on," Mike pressed. "Like last time. You go see Josh. Maybe play some pool. I'll go home, get rid of Maggie, make sure Anna's asleep. You follow with Josh." He pulled Jen to him and kissed her neck. "It'll be fun honey."

"Mike I can't," Jen said with a giggle, pulling away from his arms.

"Why not?" Mike asked.

"Remember? I'm exclusive with Frank now," Jen said.

Mike's face immediately clouded over. Seeing that, Jen rubbed his thigh and said soothingly "If I hook up with someone it'll mess up the tests."

"You said the tests were a joke," Mike said. "Anyway, you can use condoms with Josh."

"Mike, I don't think I should," Jen said. "I'm supposed to be Frank's girlfriend."

"I don't like how he controls you," Mike said irritably.

"That's part of the game with Frank," Jen pointed out.

"When you're with him," Mike said. "You're with me now."

"Of course I am. Mike honey, I'm with you even when I'm with Frank," Jen assured him. "He's not controlling me."

"No?" Mike said with a glare. "You're not wearing stockings."

"Mike I never wear stockings in August," Jen said with a touch of exasperation.

"So it's not because of Frank?"

"No."

"Then why did you text him a picture of yourself?" Mike asked.

Jen paused at being caught. "Okay, I thought of Frank. He says he thinks about me. I thought he might like a picture."

"Of you not wearing stockings," Mike said accusingly.

"Mike ... is it that big a deal?" Jen said a little impatiently. She thought this all was silly. It was freaking hot outside. No one was wearing hose.

Of course it was a big deal, Mike thought. It was a huge deal. On the other hand, he saw his wife's point. It was blistering hot and humid outside, even at night.

"Mike honey," Jen said in a softer voice, putting her hand over Mike's. "We're supposed to be dating. I'm supposed to be his girlfriend. That means I think about him sometimes, right? Doesn't it kind of turn you on I texted him the picture?"

"Yeah," Mike admitted. His cock was hard.

"And doesn't it kind of turn you on I want to be exclusive to Frank?" Jen asked.

"Yeah," Mike admitted again. "But I'm your husband. You do what I say."

"Of course I do what you say baby," Jen said. "I'm with Frank because of you."

"You're not with Frank," Mike said immediately, emphasizing "with."

"Mike, god, don't analyze every word," Jen said frustrated.

"If you do what I say, then hook up with Josh," Mike said as if testing her.

Jen looked hurt. "Mike, you're making me feel like a slut. Fuck this guy, fuck that guy. What's wrong with you? You never do that."

Mike turned away, stung by his wife's words.

Jen squeezed his hand again. "Honey, I'm trying to make it work better this time," she said in a softer tone. "Think about if I start something with Josh. Then I'd be spending time with both Josh and Frank. I don't want to spend that much time playing the game. We have Anna now, and I don't want to be away from you that much. With Frank it's only 1 night a week. That's all I want to spend away from you and Anna."

"I get it," Mike said stiffly.

"No honey you don't," Jen said. "You think I'm not hooking up with Josh because I'm being exclusive to Frank. That's not it. I don't want to start something with Josh because I don't want to spend more time away from you. See? It's about you, not Frank."

"You said it was because you wanted to be exclusive to Frank," Mike pointed out.

"Because I'm playing the game, to make it exciting for us," Jen explained. "But the real reason is you."

"You're bullshitting me right?" Mike said, although now he had a slight smile on his face.

"Mike, baby, you're my husband. The father of our baby," Jen said. "Frank's just a fuck buddy."

Later at home Jen was on top of Mike, slowly riding him. "Do you want to keep playing with Frank?" she asked him.

"I know you do," Mike said, playing with her small breasts.

"I do," Jen told him. "But we should stop if you're going to get upset."

"You don't want to stop," Mike said.

"Mike, seriously, I'll get over Frank," Jen said with a laugh.

"I guess I don't want to stop," Mike said.

Still slowly rocking back and forth, Jen took Mike's face in her hands. "Then you mister need to stop freaking out," she said. She kissed him on the lips to take the sting out of her words. "You know Frank is into power games. Just go with it baby. It doesn't mean anything."

"It probably means something to Frank," Mike point out.

"But it doesn't mean anything to us," Jen said, looking into Mike's eyes. "We're just playing." She touched his chest over his heart. "I know it hurts, but that's part of the thrill right?"

"Yeah," Mike said.

"I go along with Frank because it's exciting," Jen told him. "But it's all make believe. So don't get bad hurt, okay?"

"Okay," Mike said.

"Okay," Jen said. She wrapped her arms around Mike's neck. They kissed that way until Mike came.

*******************

JJ barged into the CATF operations room, interrupting a meeting of the Big 4 (Secretary of Homeland Security, FBI and NSA Directors, and Colonel Banks, CATF director). "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" he said angrily. "Your Phantom is Mike Andrews." JJ said "Phantom" with contempt.

The Big 4 were suddenly silent, looking at each other. Finally Colonel Banks said "He's an asset. We're using him."

"He leaked Liberty!" JJ said angrily. "He's a security risk!"

"He gave us the Cloak," Banks pointed out. "He's done good work. We're significantly ahead on his projects."

"What about Quantum? Is he on that yet?" JJ said.

"Not yet," Banks admitted.

"You're taking a big risk Colonel," JJ said disapprovingly. "He leaks Quantum, the damage to national security would be irreparable."

"I'm keeping a close eye on Andrews," Colonel Banks assured JJ and the rest of the Big 4.

"You better Colonel," JJ said glaring at Banks. "You better."

**********************

Mike, Jen and Anna spent Saturday as a family. Just the 3 of them, no game. Jen never brought up the game or mentioned Frank. Her iPhone buzzed a few times but she ignored it. Her entire being was focused on her husband and daughter.

Upon reflection, Mike realized their life was mostly that way. Mostly they were normal people, a normal American family. They held hands, kissed, played with their daughter, gave her baths and read her books. They talked about their future. They worried about their bank account, paying for college, and whether they were saving enough for retirement. They watched the news and debated whether Hillary was a viable candidate, and if not, then who? Would the Republicans offer up someone they could vote for? They watched movies on Netflix. Jen fell asleep on Mike's arm when he watched Mets and Jets games.

But, they also played a game. It was their hobby.

As Saturday moved passed lunch towards dinner, as they feed and bathed Anna, Mike's gut tightened. Frank would arrive soon.

After Anna went to bed, Jen got ready. Not wanting to get into the "stockings" thing again, she put on a casual top, shorts and flats. Of course, Jen looked incredible in everything.

There was a knock at the door. "Are you okay honey?" Jen asked Mike.

"Yeah."

"Just enjoy it baby," Jen said rubbing Mike's arm.

"Yeah," Mike said again, his gut tightening up. His dick was hard too.

Frank came in carrying boxes. He put them down and pulled Jen into his arms. "I've missed you," he gushed, looking into her beautiful blue eyes.

Jen smiled but didn't say anything. She didn't want to get Mike upset. She didn't resist though when Frank pulled her towards him and kissed her. She kissed him back.

When they broke apart Frank looked at Mike as if remembering he was there. Jen was panting. "Here Jenny," Frank said, handing her one of the smaller boxes.

Mike watched as his wife opened the box, a smile of anticipation on her pretty face. Jen laughed and squealed when she looked in the box. She pulled it out. It was a wig of brown hair. Mike looked questioning at the wig.

"Okay, the other day we saw a costume of Hermione," Jen explained to Mike. "You know, from Harry Potter?"

"Yeah," Mike said, trying to process this.

"The costume came with a wig," Jen continued. She was talking to Mike, but giving Frank a delighted smile.

"Put it on," Frank told her, grinning.

"Oh my god, is it the same one?" Jen said laughing.

"Of course," Frank said, the grin still on his face.

Mike felt like a third wheel as Jen and Frank talked about an experience from their date. An experience he didn't share with his wife. Mike felt the familiar pain of cuckold angst. But as always it turned him on too.

Jen put her long hair into a makeshift bun. Then she put on the brown wig. She looked in the mirror and tucked away a few loose strands of her blonde hair. Suddenly, Jen was no longer a long haired blonde. Now she was an off-the-shoulder brunette. She smiled and looked at Frank. "What do you think?" she asked.

"You look lovely," Frank gushed.

Jen smiled and beamed into his eyes. Then, as if remembering Mike was there, she turned to her husband and said "What do you think honey?"

"It doesn't look like Hermione," Mike said sourly.

"That's because you're a Harry Potter geek," Jen teased with a playful bump to Mike's hip. She looked into the mirror. "This looks better than Hermione's hair."

"Mike's right Jenny," Frank said. He turned to Mike and explained "It actually goes with another costume."

Mike frowned at Frank. I don't need your explanation, he thought. Anyway, what's the point of a mix-and-match costume?

"Oh you two are both being silly gooses," Jen said, looking in the mirror again. "I like it."

"I do too," Frank said, his eyes alight with desire. Like before he was taken by the sight of Jen as a short haired brunette. He kissed down her neck (easier now because her hair was shorter). Jen moaned. Mike was forced to watch as they made out.

Finally they pulled away, both of them panting. Frank glanced over at Mike. He whispered something in Jen's ear. Jen nodded. She went over to Mike and said "Frank's going to fuck me now."

Mike nodded.

"He wanted me to tell you," Jen said. "He's not going to use a condom."

Mike nodded again.

"He wanted me to tell you that too," Jen said.

Mike reached up and touched Jen's short brown hair. He knew it was only a wig, but at that moment she seemed more like Frank's girlfriend than his wife.

"Do you like my hair?" Jen asked.

"You're always beautiful," Mike said.

Jen smiled at him. She kissed him, but there was no passion, no tongue. "Give us a few minutes then join us," she said.

Mike nodded. "Jen," he said as she began to turn away. When she turned back he said "Not as loud this time. Anna."

Jen smiled and stroked Mike's cheek. Then she went back to Frank.

They disappeared into the bedroom. Mike heard whispered talking and laughter. Then kisses and moans.

Before joining them Mike looked through the other boxes. Jen's costume was Hermione from Harry Potter. Mike was too distracted by what was going on in the bedroom to notice any details of the costume.

His costume was Harry Potter. Mike was surprised by that. He assumed Frank would want him to dress as a villain, like Malfoy or Voldemort. Instead Mike was the hero.

Mike was again surprised to see Frank's costume – Ronald Weasley. There was even a wig of red hair. Why would Frank dress as the sometimes goof ball Ron Weasley?

But then Mike got it. In the story, Hermione loves Ron; she marries him. On the other hand, Hermione views Harry as a platonic brother.

Was that what Frank was trying to do? Get Jen to love him? Turn their marriage into a brother-sister relationship?

Mike found himself drifting into the quagmire of dark emotions. Then he remembered what Jen had said. This was all a game. All make believe. It might seem Jen was going with it, but she was just having fun.

Feeling better, Mike went into the bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him (so Anna wouldn't be able to walk in unexpectantly).

They were undressed, on their sides on the bed. His cock was inside her. Their arms were wrapped around each other and they were kissing as Frank fucked her.

From his vantage point, Mike could see Frank wasn't wearing a condom. Jen's pussy was stretched tight around his thick shaft.

Mike sat in a chair. He took out his cock and slowly stroked himself. Frank was fucking Jen slow. Their lips never parted. Jen was still wearing the wig. Frank ran his fingers through Jen's short brown hair as he fucked her. No, it wasn't fucking, Mike thought. Frank was making love to his wife.

Frank noticed Mike. He looked at Mike's crotch. Mike felt self-conscious and inadequate as he could hold his entire hard cock in his right hand (only the head extended beyond his fist). The fact Jen insisted he shave his body made him feel more self-conscious.

Frank turned Jen around so now he was spooning her. His cock was still inside her and he continued to fuck her slow. Now they both were looking at him stroking himself. Mike worried he'd get soft from their scrutiny. That would be the ultimate humiliation.

"Mike have you ever fucked Jenny after a lover?" Frank asked.

"Yeah," Mike said.

"After he's cum inside her?" Frank asked.

"Yes," Mike said again.

"You don't mind her lover's cum's inside her?"

"I love Jen, she's my wife," Mike said. "So no I don't care." As the men spoke Jen looked at Mike.

Frank whispered something in Jen's ear. Jen hesitated a moment then nodded. Frank whispered again. Mike heard Jen say "You tell him." Frank whispered again. Jen whispered back "I want you to tell him." Frank whispered in her ear again. This time Jen said "Okay."

Frank looked at Mike. He said "Mike, Jenny's a sweet fuck. She's got the best pussy."

"I know how good her pussy feels," Mike said defensively.

"I don't think it's fair," Frank said. "You're using your hand while I'm enjoying Jenny's sweet pussy. You're her husband after all."

"I'm inside her way more than you Frank," Mike said smugly.

"I'm sure you are," Frank said with another chuckle.

"Um, boys, I'm right here," Jen said with a laugh. Frank laughed too. Mike managed a smile but he was bothered by this conversation.

"I'm a fair man Mike," Frank said. He pulled out of Jen and got out of the bed. Jen looked disappointed at the sudden emptiness (especially since she hadn't cum yet) but didn't say anything. Frank's hard cock dangled between his legs. It looked like a thick python.

"You're her husband," Frank said waving at Jen. "It's only fair you fuck her first."

"We make love, we don't fuck," Mike said.

"Okay, whatever," Frank said with a laugh.
"And I don't need your permission to make love to my wife," Mike said glaring at Frank.

"Mike, your problem is you talk too much," Frank said with a laugh. "What would you rather have, your hand or Jen's pussy?"

Mike knew there was a trap here. Maybe Frank's goal was to show Jen he was the better lover. But Jen already knew that. Mike knew he couldn't just sit there with his dick in his hand. Despite whatever trap Frank was planning, he had to get into the bed and make love to Jen.

That was it, Mike realized. The way he would win. He would make love to Jen. Maybe Frank was a better fuck. But he'd tenderly make love to Jen and show Frank who, in Jen's heart, she preferred as her mate.

Mike got on the bed. He rolled Jen on to her back and kissed her. To his relief, she responded to him. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. They traded tongue. Out of the corner of his eye he saw Frank sit down in the chair. "Yeah, you sit in the chair asshole and I'll show you how to make love to a girl," Mike thought.

Mike took hold of his hard cock and was about to guide himself inside his wife when Frank interrupted them.

"Mike I don't like sloppy seconds," Frank announced.

"What?" Mike asked, panting from making out with Jen.

"You might be okay with it, but I'm not," Frank said. "Put a condom on."

"I'm not using a fucking condom with my own wife!" Mike said angrily, glaring at Frank. Yes, at times in the past he used condoms with Jen. But not now when Frank was fucking her bareback!

"Mike, I'm trying to be reasonable," Frank said in a calm but firm voice. "I'm letting you go first. But unlike you I don't get excited by the thought of another man's sperm around my cock."

Mike was about to object when Jen urged "Mike come on." There was impatience in her voice. She had a major cum face on and wanted to get things going. Or maybe she just wanted Mike to get done so she could have Frank again.

Frank's words "I don't get excited by the thought of another man's sperm around my cock" were still ringing in Mike's ears. His cock was so hard. "Okay, whatever," he said. He reached for a condom in the bedside table. He made sure to get a condom his size.

Mike was disappointed when Jen didn't offer to put the condom on for him. Jen saw it in his face and said "Sorry baby, let me do that for you." She hurriedly tore the package with her teeth and then rolled the condom on Mike's thin shaft. Even though it was size Small there was still left over latex at the base of his shaft.

Mike tried to roll Jen onto her back but instead Jen got on her side, facing Frank in the chair.

"What?" Mike said not understanding. He wanted to make love missionary so he could look into her eyes and kiss her.

"Fuck me this way Mike," Jen said, pulling Mike behind her. She raised her leg and reached back to guide Mike into her.

"Why this way?" Mike asked.

"This is how Frank wants us to fuck," Jen told him, pulling his cock towards her pussy lips.

Mike wanted to say "We don't fuck, we make love" but he didn't, knowing he would look like an idiot. He pushed into Jen's pussy. She felt good as always but he resented having to wear a condom.

Mike didn't like sex this way. With missionary or Jen on top, he could get all of his cock into Jen. But this way, as with fucking doggy, he couldn't get in balls deep. That wasn't a problem with bigger guys, but since Mike was barely over 4 inches, it meant Jen's pussy only got about 2 inches of cock. It emphasized how small he was.

But also, why were they letting Frank dictate how they fucked? Since Mike couldn't look into Jen's eyes and kiss her, couldn't tenderly stroke her pretty face, this was just sex, there was no love here. Was that Frank's goal? Make their sex loveless, so Mike wouldn't at least be able to touch Jen's heart during sex?

Mike pumped in and out. Reaching back and gripping Mike's hip, Jen pushed back against his cock and they got into a rhythm, moving back and forth. As they fucked, Mike's nose was in Jen's short brown hair. The wig was surprisingly silky and lush and felt like real hair. For some reason, the feel of Jen's brown hair against his face made Mike heady with cuckold lust.

Jen was looking at Frank as Mike fucked her from behind. Mike could see his wife's eyes were locked on Frank's cock. He was stroking himself.

Frank looked into Jen's eyes. "Are you going to cum?" he asked Jen.

"No," Jen said honestly.

"Mike's just getting you ready for me?" Frank asked with a grin.

"He's way more than that Frank," Jen said.

"Do you wish Mike had this cock?" Frank asked as he stroked this thick monster.

"Sometimes," Jen admitted. "But no. He wouldn't be the same person."

"Wouldn't you be the same person with big breasts?" Frank asked.

Jen flushed red. "Yes," she said stiffly.

"So why wouldn't Mike be the same person with a big cock?" Frank asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "I think it would take away from who he is."

Frank grinned. He'd reached the same conclusion. "So, if Mike had a big dick he might not be a cuckold?"

Jen didn't say anything but it was clear from her silence her answer was yes.

"And if Mike wasn't a cuck, you might not get to fuck other men," Frank said.

Jen turned so now she and Mike were in the missionary position. She looked into his face. "I didn't say that baby," she told him. "I love you the way you are. That's the reason. I don't want you to be different."

"But it's true, right?" Mike said looking into Jen's eyes. "This way you get to fuck other guys."

Jen hesitated, then said "Yeah, I guess."

Mike lurched and came. After cumming he continued looking in Jen's eyes, panting to catch his breath. Then he began pulling out.

"Jenny," Frank said sternly.

Jen looked at Frank and understood. "Be careful baby," Jen said to her husband, her hand darting down to Mike's softening penis. She held onto the condom so it wouldn't fall off while he was pulling out. Frank didn't like sloppy seconds. And Jen desperately wanted Frank inside her. She wanted a hard fucking. She wanted to cum.

Frank got on the bed and flipped Jen around, treating her like a rag doll. With Jen on her elbows and knees, he pushed into Jen's pussy.

"You missed my cock Jen honey?" he hissed as he fucked her hard and fast.

"Oh god!" Jen groaned. "God Frank you fuck me so good!"

"Is this what you want babe?" Frank growled as he fucked her practically through the mattress.

"Oh god yes! I want this so much! I want your cock! Fuck me Frank!"

Mike got off the bed and collapsed back in the chair. Jen's reactions with Frank compared to him were completely different. It was like she was a completely different person.

Mike realized the condom was still half on his soft cock. Jen hadn't even bothered to take it off him (as she usually did). She was too anxious to get Frank back inside her. Mike got a tissue and threw the condom in the trash.

Jen cried and shuddered as she came on Frank's cock. "That's how you do it Mike," he said to Mike with an evil grin. Then he flipped Jen onto her back. They were missionary now. Frank kissed Jen as she recovered from her orgasm. He fucked her slow and tender, stroking her short brown hair.

Mike wished Frank would just keep fucking Jen like a slut, because now he was making love to his wife. And Jen was making love back, looking into his eyes, caressing his cheeks and neck, running her fingers through his hair.

"I'm cumming," Frank told her a few minutes later.

"Yeah baby cum," Jen urged Frank, looking into his eyes. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. She wrapped her legs around his thighs too. Frank came and ejaculated inside Jen as she kissed him through his orgasm.

***************

The next week they received the results from the doctor. Both Jen and Mike were clean. Jen called Frank. He was clean too. Not taking the test seriously anyway (thinking it was just another one of Frank's power games), Jen laughed and flirted with Frank.

As Jen spoke with Frank, Mike stepped into the next room. He called the doctor. "Did you run the other test?" Mike asked.

The doctor nodded over the phone. "I'm sorry Mr. Andrews, but you have a low sperm count," the doctor said. "You can father children, but likely not naturally. Artificial insemination might work, but I can't guarantee results. I suggest you and your wife look into adoption."

Mike hung up the phone, feeling numb.

Cheating and Rivals – Part 23

Mike's costume was typical Harry Potter. Baggy pants, wrinkled button down shirt, striped tie, jacket, robe and lace up shoes. Mike wasn't the tallest guy (just a couple inches taller than Jen when barefoot). He had dark hair and wore glasses (when he wasn't wearing contacts). All in all, Mike made a pretty good Harry Potter.

Jen made a beautiful Hermione Granger. Her outfit was typical Hermione too. Starched white shirt and tie, just above the knee pleated skirt, knee socks and black low heeled Mary Janes. She had a robe too (although both she and Mike figured to lose the robe quick given the New York heat). She wore the brown wig too of course. Jen looked like an innocent Hogwarts school girl, although the lacy pink satin bra and thong she wore underneath was anything but innocent.

Mike and Jen taxied to the party (Maggie was babysitting). They planned to meet Frank there. "I guess you're Frank's date tonight," Mike said.

"I guess," Jen said giving Mike's hand a squeeze.

"You better take these off," Mike said tapping the rings on her left hand.

"Oh, I forgot," Jen said. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and gave them to Mike to hold.

"So how do we play it?" Mike asked.

"You're Frank's friend," Jen said. She'd discussed it with Frank earlier. "You'll like that right?" They'd done this before, with Jamie and Drums (to name just 2). But never in NYC where they lived.

Mike nodded. "You think we'll know anyone?" he asked.

"Frank didn't think so," Jen said. "People might recognize you. But not me."

Mike nodded again. His picture had been in the paper a few times (because of Liberty-gate and the JasMike thing with Jasmine Kelly) but not Jen's. It was ironic that he was the plain looking recluse and she the beautiful social butterfly, yet he was more well known publicly.

"I guess it doesn't matter with these costumes," Mike said half joking. While they sort of looked like Harry Potter characters, the costumes didn't cover their faces (although Jen looked different with the short brown hair).

"Yeah," Jen said with a laugh.

"I guess Frank wants us to be platonic friends," Mike said putting his hand on Jen's knee.

"Yeah," Jen said with another laugh. "You think Harry ever touched Hermione's knee?"

"No," Mike said with a grin.

"You think Hermione ever did this for Harry?" Jen said as she pulled up her skirt to mid-thigh.

"No," Mike said again, this time his throat dry with excitement.

Jen pulled Mike's hand up her thigh to her panties. Then she put her hand on his crotch. He was hard. "You think Harry and Hermione ever figured each other?" she whispered.

"They were like brother and sister," Mike whispered back, rubbing Jen's pussy over her panties.

Jen softly stroked Mike's cock over his pants. They were silent in the cab as they fondled each other. Mike hadn't intended it, but his remark reminded them of Joe. There was melancholy there, but excitement too.

The taxi arrived at the mansion. They hurriedly fixed their clothes. "Are you okay?" Jen said to Mike.

Mike nodded. "You?" he asked. When Jen nodded, he said "Someday, let's wear these costumes again. Just you and me."

"Okay," Jen agreed.

As they were getting out of the cab Mike asked "How do we explain arriving together?"

"You're Frank's buddy and we shared an uber over," Jen said simply. She was good at this.

"Are we going home after the party?" Mike asked, his heart in his throat.

"I might go to Frank's after," Jen said. She added "This way we don't have to worry about Anna waking up."

"Yeah ...," Mike said. He prompted "... and?"

"Um ... would it be okay if I slept over Frank's tonight?" Jen asked hesitantly. "He says he has a surprise for me."

"What?"

"He won't say," Jen said with a giggle. She clearly was excited to find out what the surprise was. "So, can I stay over?" she asked hesitantly. She wanted to sleep over with Frank but didn't want Mike to fall over into bad hurt territory.

"Okay," Mike said, both reluctant and excited. "But it's really important you're home before Anna wakes up," Mike said.

"Of course I'll be home by then," Jen assured him.

"It's really important Jen," Mike stressed.

"Mike honey, I'll be home. I promise."

Mike and Jen walked up the sidewalk. It was a huge opulent mansion. This was a house? It looked like a trendy boutique hotel.

Jen squeezed Mike's hand. "So in case I don't get a chance," she said. She kissed Mike on the lips. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

"Yeah," Mike said. Then he watched his wife go into the mansion. He followed a few moments later.

Frank was waiting by the door and snagged Jen as soon as she walked in. He seemed thoroughly happy to see her. Jen laughed at Frank dressed as Ron Wesley. She playfully tussled the floppy red hair of his wig.

Frank introduced Jen to everyone there (introducing her as Jenny Johnson). Jen noticed the wives were all beautiful and big breasted (and their costumes showed off their abundant cleavage). Fortunately, none of the 3 couples from the dinner party were there.

Frank pulled Jen into a den, treating the house as his own. He locked the door.

"I got something for you," Jen said. She took out the tie she bought when she was out with Keri.

"I love it," Frank said holding the tie and grinning at her. He pulled off the schoolboy striped tie. "I'll put it on now."

"It doesn't match," Jen said with a laugh.

"I don't care," Frank said with a laugh back. "I want to wear your tie."

Jen smiled, clearly flattered and pleased. "Well, then let me do it for you," she said grinning at him. She put the tie around Frank's collar and tied it for him. When she was done she looked at Frank's face. To her surprised he seemed choked up.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"Nothing," he said, turning away. He looked vulnerable again and it touched Jen's heart. "You know Jenny, I'm not a good man."

"Of course you are," Jen said reassuring him.

"I'm doing the best I can, to give you what you want," Frank said.

"I know that Frank," Jen said.

"I'm very fond of you Jenny," Frank said. "If I go too far, you need to tell me."

"Okay," Jen said, not knowing what he was talking about.

"I want you to wear something for me," Frank said. "Two things actually."

"Okay," Jen said with a laugh.

"What are you wearing under the skirt?"

"Um ... a thong."

"Give it to me," Frank said holding out his hand.

"Okay," Jen said with another laugh. She reached under the pleated skirt and pulled the thong down her legs.

"Here," Frank said. He handed her panties. They were like the other ones, but these were black.

"Frank whose are these?" Jen asked.

"I told you, a lovely woman," Frank said.

"Sally?" Jen gently asked, naming Frank's deceased wife.

Frank didn't reply, but Jen saw a flash of pain across his face. "Yeah, they're Mrs. Tower's," she thought to herself.

"I'll put these on, but I'm not Sally," Jen told him gently. She pulled the black panties up her long legs.

"I know that Jenny," Frank said.

Jen tenderly stroked his face. It was weird to wear Sally's panties, but it touched her too that Frank still longed for his wife.

"Now this," Frank said handing Jen a thin rectangular box. Jen saw the box came from Macys.

Jen opened the box. It was a bra. But it wasn't a sexy bra from Victoria Secrets or Fredericks, or a high end bra from Wolford or Journelle.

This bra was unpadded and unlined. It was light pink and made of cotton. It had frilly white edging and cute hearts across the cups. It didn't even have a snap. It was pullover style with a soft, elastic bra band and soft bra cups.

This bra was for a little girl entering puberty. It was a training bra.

"It's your size, 32A," Frank said. "Put it on."

"I'm not wearing this," Jen said her cheeks flushed.

"Put it on Jenny," Frank insisted, his voice stern.

Jen locked eyes with Frank for long moments. Finally she shrugged. "Whatever," she said crossly as she unbuttoned her starched white blouse. She took off her designer European bra from Bellefleur. Then she pulled on the training bra. Afterwards she re-buttoned the white blouse.

Unlike the Bellefleur bra, the soft cotton training bra gave Jen no lift. She looked flatter than usual.

"Why are you making me wear this?" Jen asked.

Frank unbuttoned the top 2 buttons of Jen's blouse.

"Wait, stop, you'll be able to see it," Jen objected. With the top 2 buttons undone, you could see a flash of the adolescent training bra depending on how Jen moved.

"Yes, people will be able to see," Frank said with a grin.

Then Jen got it. Frank wanted people to see. All those trophy wives with their impressive cleavage. He wanted them to see Jen wearing the training bra. It was like Frank was announcing to the world that Jen's small breasts only rated a training bra. He wanted them to laugh behind her back and make fun of her at how small her breasts were.

Jen flushed red, feeling humiliated. At the same time though, she felt a tingling between her legs.

"Let's rejoin the party," Frank said with a knowing grin, offering Jen his arm.

"Okay," Jen said taking Frank's arm. She felt defeated, submissive. Her cheeks felt flush.

Jen stayed close to Frank throughout the party. Normally she would be outgoing and flirty, a social butterfly. But wearing the training bra, she didn't feel her normal mojo. She felt diminished and small wearing the adolescent training bra. She was mortified someone might see the little girl bra, and felt even more insecure than usual about her small breasts (especially being around all the trophy wives with their huge tits and daring bust revealing costumes).

Jen spotted Mike across the room. He was looking at her and Frank. Had he been watching the entire time? If he had then he did a good job at disappearing in the shadows because this was the first time Jen saw her husband all night long.

Jen drifted over to Mike. She made eye contact and he followed her into a quiet alcove. Feeling the warmth and security of being with her husband, Jen came close to losing it. Her eyes teared up. "Look what he made me wear," she whispered, pulling the top of her blouse to the side. "A training bra."

Mike's eyes opened wide. "He's pushing your buttons," he said. "He knows making fun of your breasts turns you on."

It was true, Jen was wet. But her excitement was overwhelmed by the humiliation and embarrassment. "What if someone sees?" she said looking desperately at her husband.

Mike gave her a reassuring smile and squeezed her hand. "You're supposed to be Hermione Granger. She's a school girl. If anyone says anything, just tell them it's part of the costume."

Jen's mouth fell open. That was the perfect answer. Simple, believable. Why hadn't she thought of that?

"In fact, another button would help," Mike said with a grin, moving to unbutton the next button on her blouse.

"Stop Mike," Jen said with a laugh, playfully slapping his hand away. "Oh you would like that, to see Emma Watson's bra," she teased.

"I wonder if Emma wears cute bras like this," Mike said tugging Jen's blouse to the side and looking at the soft cotton bra covered in pretty hearts. "Bring this bra home okay?"

"Oh my god you're such a pervert," Jen said with a laugh. Suddenly she felt like she had her mojo back. She beamed at her husband. Mike's idea made all the difference. Now she could enjoy the turn on of Frank making fun of her small breasts instead of it being debilitating. "You know you're my hero," Jen said, beaming into Mike's eyes.
Mike smiled back. "Have fun tonight," he said encouragingly.

"I will," Jen said. "I'll be home before Anna wakes up. With a lot of sexy stories to tell you."

"What do you think of my girlfriend Robert?" Frank asked. Robert was the host of the party. He was a little older than Frank, a bit overweight from living the good life. He was a devoted husband and father. In fact, tonight was his 30th wedding anniversary (he and his wife decided to celebrate it with the costume ball).

"She's lovely Frank," Robert said, looking at Jen as she returned from speaking with Mike. "Truly lovely. And so adorable in that costume." Robert looked Jen up and down. While he was faithful to his wife – not once stepping out – he enjoyed looking.

"Only 29," Frank said. "A tight body. Incredible ass and legs. Sweet young pussy."

"Okay Frank, enough," Robert said with a laugh. His wife, Deloris, was over 50 and didn't have a tight body, and after 3 kids certainly not a young pussy. He loved her though and they still had sex. Their sex was enjoyable although not passionate like when they were younger. But that's how it was being married so long.

"Robert, in this tremendous house of yours, do you have a spare bedroom I can use?" Frank said. "I won't need it for more than a half hour." Frank gave Robert a wink.

"Are you serious?" Robert said with a crooked grin.

"I haven't seen Jenny in a week, I'm about to bust a nut," Frank said grinning. "You can watch if you want."

"What?" Robert said surprised.

"Come on Robert, you've been fucking my girlfriend with your eyes all night long," Frank said with a friendly, knowing grin. "Go in the bathroom, crack open the door. You won't be disappointed. I'm telling you, Jenny has the best ass and legs on the east coast. And she's a nasty slut, she loves sex. I don't mind, enjoy the show."

"... Okay," Robert agreed hesitantly. He glanced nervously at his wife. But this wasn't cheating. It would be like watching porn on the internet. "The east wing, the bedroom on the third floor. Second on the left. I'll, ah ... I'll go there now."

"Fine, I'll give you a few minutes to settle in," Frank say. "Hey, do me a favor Robert." He handed Robert his iPhone. "Take a video. Jenny is into that."

"Really?" Robert said wide-eyed.

"I told you, Jenny's a nasty slut," Frank said grinning.

Frank gave Jen a kiss when she got back. "We've you been?" he asked.

"Talking to Mike," she whispered.

"Should you talk to him while you're here with me?" Frank said disapprovingly.

"He's my husband Frank," Jen said. Frank frowned but didn't comment.

"Come with me," Frank said taking Jen's hand.

"Where?"

"You'll see," Frank said. They went to the east wing bedroom. Frank noticed the bathroom door was cracked open. He pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her.

"Frank, here?" Jen said with a giggle.

"Yes, here," Frank said pushing her onto the bed. For the next 20 minutes Frank fucked Jen hard, treating her like a slutty dog. He angled Jen so Robert had a good view of Jen's body.

Jen loved the fucking! And it was so wickedly exciting to do it with the party going on downstairs. She came hard on his cock, screaming into the pillow. Frank had a massive orgasm too, sperming Jen's pussy with a big load of his seed.

Robert panted as he watched and recorded from the bathroom, quietly moaning and chanting things like "my god Jenny's hot" and "fuck her, fuck her" and "her pussy's so sweet" and "god I'd love to fuck that nasty slut." He was beating off as he watched the action. When Jen came – her pretty feet curling in the sweet knee high socks – Robert came too, hissing under his breath "Oh fuck I wish it was me cumming in Jenny's pussy!" He didn't realize his moans and chants were being recorded on the iPhone along with the action on the bed. It was an enhanced iPhone with an extra sensitive microphone.

Jen felt awkward being in someone else's bed so she quickly got up and fixed her clothes. Frank took his time. "I'll meet you downstairs," he said. He grinned and added "Tell Mike you're full of my cum. Tell him I spermed you. He'll get off on it."

"Probably," Jen said with a laugh. She knew her husband. She slipped out of the room to find Mike.

"That was incredible Frank," Robert gushed as he came out of the bathroom. He handed the iPhone back to Frank.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it," Frank said with a grin. "Jenny's hot right? I've known her since she was in junior high."

"Frank, believe me, I don't want to hear any more," Robert said with a laugh.

Frank grinned. "You know she's really a blonde? She's wearing a wig."

"No kidding?" Robert said. "I never would have guess. She's a gorgeous brunette."

"I agree Robert," Frank said. "By the way, congrats on getting the CATF contract. Nasty trick though, hiring my guy to get inside information."

"Frank, come on, that was completely unrelated," Robert said doing his best to look innocent. "Henry joined us because he wanted a change of scenery. He didn't give us any information about your CATF proposal. We didn't ask him either."

"Sure Robert," Frank said with a sarcastic laugh. He joked "Maybe we should call you Belichick. Or Brady."

"Hey, the Patriots are my team. Sorry Frank but your Jets are toast. I mean, really, sucker punch? But it doesn't matter who your quarterback is. My boy Brady's going to get a 5th ring, you'll see," Robert said. He gave his business rival a grin. "Come on Frank, I beat you fair and square on the CATF contract. Don't be a sore loser."

"Of course not Robert," Frank said with a fake grin on his face.

Downstairs Frank pulled Robert's wife Deloris aside. "Congratulations on your wedding anniversary Deloris," he said. "What do you think of my new girlfriend Jenny?"

"Kind of young for you, isn't she Frank?" Deloris asked. She was a judgmental bitch and didn't like Frank Tower.

"You know me Deloris, I like them young," Frank said with a grin.

"Well, whatever Frank," Deloris scoffed. "I'm just happy I have Robert."

"Of course, I'm sure Robert is the perfect husband," Frank said. "Oh by the way, just so you know? Tonight when Robert's giving you your 30th anniversary fuck, he'll be fantasizing about my Jenny."

"What?" Deloris said not understanding.

Frank handed Deloris the iPhone. "An anniversary gift," he said with an evil grin. Then he left to find Jenny.

***********

"You disappeared," Mike whispered to Jen. They were back in the semi-private alcove.

"Frank took me upstairs," Jen whispered with a mischievous grin.

Mike smiled. He raised an inquiring eyebrow, excitement in his eyes.

"He wanted me to tell you he spermed me," Jen said with a giggle. Men said things the strangest ways.

Mike silently moaned. "You let him cum in you?" he asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I mean, we talked about that right?" Jen said hesitantly.

"Yeah, I just like to hear you say it," Mike said.

"Oh okay," Jen said with another giggle. "Yeah baby, I let Frank cum in me. He came a lot inside me."

Mike moaned again. He reached a finger between the buttons of Jen's starched white blouse and caressed her flat tummy, touching the belly ring. "You know, the pill's not 100%," he said. "If something happens, I'll be okay with it."

"God Mike, you jump around," Jen said with a laugh.

"We talked about having another one," Mike pointed out.

"You talked about it," Jen corrected him. "I'm not sure I'm ready. Anyway Mike ... it happened once. It wasn't a good time for me." She remembered begging Mike to come home for Anna's birth. (Author's note: see Life After We - Part 1.) She quickly added "I'm not blaming you. But it's not happening again."

"The pill's not foolproof," Mike said again.

"If it happens again, if you're not there, I swear to god I'll cut off your balls," Jen said. She made it sound like a joke, but Mike could tell she wasn't joking.

"Jen I was fucked up," Mike said. "I'll never leave you again, no matter what happens. I swear to god. I swear on Anna's life."

Jen gave Mike a long look. "Okay mister," she said with a pretend scowl. "But when we have another baby, it'll be you and me." She giggled and joked "You'll be the one to sperm me." She saw Mike's face turn melancholy. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Mike said forcing a smile. "You better go find Frank."

"Yeah," Jen said, still looking at her husband. "You know Mike, you really are my hero."

Mike forced a smile. Seeing that no one was looking, he gave his wife a quick kiss. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

*********

Lou and Hugh walked Jen to Frank's limo. Frank was already there, waiting.

"Miss Johnson, do you remember your safe word?" Lou asked.

"What?" Jen said at the non sequitur. Also, she was still getting used to people calling her by her maiden name.

"Your safe word," Hugh said. "Do you remember it? Say it."

"Um ... goddess?" Jen said.

Lou and Hugh nodded at her. They didn't say anything more during the ride to Frank's Central Park penthouse.

*********

Inside the penthouse, Frank walked Jen to his bedroom. "Remember I said I often can't cum more than once a night?" Frank said.

"It's okay baby, we'll just hang," Jen said rubbing his chest.

"I said I'd take care of you," Frank continued. "Your needs. You desires."

"Um ... what?" Jen said not understanding. "I guess."

Frank nodded and tenderly stroked Jen's face. Then he abruptly turned and walked to the corner of the room, leaving Jen standing mystified in the middle of the room. He sat in a chair facing the bed. "Take her," he said.

"Frank, what?" Jen asked.

Two large, muscular male bodies appeared out of nowhere. They wore masks. They violently shoved Jen onto the bed. One man got on top of Jen while the other held her arms over her head.

"Frank, help me!" Jen cried, suddenly afraid for her life.

A knife appeared out of nowhere. It was a long thin switchblade. Jen instinctively knew the knife was razor sharp. The man on top proved it when he barely touched the point of the knife against Jen's upper arm. A small drop of blood appeared from the tiny wound. "Stop!" Jen cried, tearing up at the pain. She had never been so scared in her life!

The man on top of her pulled up his mask. It was Lou! The other man pulled up his mask too. It was Hugh.

Lou and Hugh paused, as if waiting for Jen to say something.

Jen didn't understand at first. Then she got it. This was all make believe. And she could end it by saying "goddess."

Suddenly Jen felt moist between her legs. "Please don't hurt me," she begged.

Lou and Hugh looked at her a moment longer. Then they pulled down their masks. Lou ran the razor knife dangerously close to Jen's cheek. He could easily scarred her beautiful face for life. "Don't fight or I'll cut you."

"Please not my face!" Jen begged.

"You won't be pretty no more," Lou said barely touching the tip of the knife against her cheek. It didn't break skin – just barely.

"Please don't," Jen said tears falling down her cheeks. They were real tears. Would Mike love her if she wasn't pretty anymore? How would she feel if men looked at her with pity instead of desire? "I won't fight, I promise."

"Good girl," Lou said. He put away the knife. Then he pulled up her skirt. He pulled down the black lacy panties, being careful with them. Then he pulled out his cock. He put on a condom. Then in one powerful thrust he penetrated Jen balls deep. Jen was soaking wet. Yet, she cried out at the pain.

Hugh laughed. He pulled out his cock and shoved it in Jen's mouth.

For the next 2 hours Lou and Hugh "raped" Jen, taking her in all 3 holes, abusing and violating her body. Jen cried and screamed and begged, she struggled, but she never said "goddess."

*********************

After it was over Jen sat in bed, hugging her knees to her chin, looking off into the distance. She had the Hermione robe wrapped tightly around her. She was naked under the robe, her body sore and bruised. Somehow the wig was still on. Or, more likely, Frank had ordered his bodyguards – Jen's "rapists" – to keep the wig on her. The knee high socks were still on too.

Frank got on the bed, sitting next to her. He was smoking a cigarette. He lit another and offered it to Jen. Jen took the cigarette and took a long puff. Then she pulled her knees to her chin again, looking off in the distance.

"Why?" she finally asked Frank.

"Because you wanted it," Frank said. They were silent again.

"I want to go home," Jen said, getting off the bed. Frank looked disappointed but not surprised.

Jen pulled off the wig, shaking out her blonde hair. She put on the Hermione blouse, skirt and Mary Janes. She wrapped the robe around her. "Where's my bra?" she asked. Frank motioned to his Wesley jacket. Jen pulled the Bellefleur bra from an inside pocket. She stuffed it in a pocket of her Hermione robe.

Without a word, Jen dropped the wig, training bra and black panties onto the bed.

"I'll put them in my dresser," Frank said motioning to the dresser behind her. "The top drawer will be yours."

Jen shrugged.

"I'll get Lou and Hugh to drive you home," Frank offered.

"No," Jen said immediately, holding up her hands in a defensive gesture. "I'll get a taxi."

Again Frank looked disappointed.

Jen left the bedroom. She heard Frank shout "Jenny you wanted this. You needed it. Mike can't give it to you. You know that."

Jen paused, processing his words. Then she left Frank's penthouse and got a taxi home.
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