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Cheating and Rivals Pt. 24-25

Cheating and Rivals - Part 24

"You're okay?" Mike asked after Jen told him what happened. They were in bed. Mike was in boxer shorts. Jen was still in the Hermione outfit.

"Kind of numb," Jen said.

"But you're okay?" Mike asked again.

"I'm not fucked up in my head, if that's what you're asking," Jen said. "It wasn't rape. I didn't say the safe word."

"So you wanted it," Mike said.

"I don't know," Jen said as if talking to both herself as well as her husband. "I have fantasies. But no girl wants to get raped. Not for real. And it felt real."

Mike narrowed his eyes. "I can handle it," he said.

"What?"

"I can make them pay," Mike said.

"What?" Jen asked her head snapping up.

"If people hurt you - I can make it so they never hurt you again," Mike said.

Jen stared at her husband. She realized he was deadly serious. "Mike, no," she said. "I can't deal with you getting hurt. Or going to jail. I can't deal with that."

"They won't know it's me," Mike said.

Jen put her head in her hands. "Mike stop," she said, tears falling down her cheeks. "I can't deal with that. Not again. You don't think things through." She clutched Mike's shirt as she sobbed. Her husband was brilliant and brave but not practical. Often he didn't see the world as it truly was. "I'm okay. Please don't do anything."

Mike wrapped his arms around Jen, trying to comfort her. "I'm okay Mike, I'm okay," she said sobbing. She pleaded "Promise me you won't do anything."

Later after Jen calmed down, Mike unbuttoned her blouse. "Can I do this?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jen said with a nod. No matter how real it had felt, it'd been make believe. She wasn't a rape victim. Her head wasn't screwed up. She didn't recoil from Mike's touch. In fact she wanted him to touch her.

Mike undressed his wife. Jen's neck, shoulders and breasts were covered with bruises. "They were rough," he said looking at her.

"It wasn't bad," Jen said. It was only partly true. But she didn't want Mike to go into Rambo mode. Lou and Hugh were ex-Navy Seals. Frank was older but ruthless and a bigger man. How could Mike do anything? How could he not get hurt? Anyway, she didn't want revenge. It'd been make believe, a game.

"Where'd they ... take you?"

"Everywhere," Jen said. "At the same time."

"Frank set it up?" Mike asked.

Jen nodded. "He was watching."

"So much for being exclusive," Mike said scornfully.

"I think ..." Jen started, but then stopped.

"What?" Mike asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "Frank made them use condoms."

"He did?"

"I mean ... in my pussy," Jen said.

Mike nodded. But not in her mouth. Not in her ass. "That makes it exclusive?"

Jen shrugged. She didn't know.

"Did it hurt?" he asked.

Jen nodded. "It felt good too. They made me cum. A lot. It was like, a continuous orgasm." She paused as if weighing her next words. She decided to tell him. "Baby ... it was the most intense sex of my entire life."

"Why'd you come home then?" Mike asked. She was supposed to stay over with Frank.

"I needed to talk to you," Jen said clutching his arm. "It scared me."

"Scared you?" Mike asked.

Jen's cheeks went red again. She said "Because I liked it so much."

Mike stared at his wife.

"You know how another man getting me pregnant is your ultimate fantasy?" Jen said hesitantly. "This is my ultimate fantasy."

"Guys raping you," Mike said.

"More like, men forcing me, making me cum," Jen said, her cheeks going red. Mike sort of got it. Jen had submissive tendencies and got turned on by humiliation. What was more humiliating than her body betraying her and being made to cum at the hands (and cocks) of "rapists"?

"Frank gave you your ultimate fantasy," Mike said glumly. Another man gave his wife her ultimate fantasy, not him.

Jen read his mind. "Mike, you couldn't do it. I don't want you to. And even if you tried, it wouldn't be real because I know you'd never do that to me."

"Why'd you come home then?" Mike asked again.

Jen clutched her husband's hands. "I feel like I'm losing control with Frank," she said desperately. "It's like what Paige said. He gets inside your head. It's like he reads into my soul. I'm afraid ... I'm afraid how this might affect us."

They were silent for long moments. Then Mike abruptly announced "I can't have children."

"What?"

"I got tested, when we checked for STDs," Mike said. "The doctor said we should consider adoption."

Jen stared at Mike. This was too much to process after what happened that night. "We'll get help," she said.

"Yeah," Mike said pessimistically.

Jen stroked her husband's face. "It's okay baby, we'll work it out."

"Yeah."

"We will," Jen assured him.

"Let's talk about it later," Mike said.

Jen stared worriedly at Mike. Then she said "Okay." She turned off the light and rolled to her side, holding Mike's wrist so he spooned her. Mike put his hand on her breast.

In the darkness, Mike asked "Are you going to see Frank again?"

"I don't know," Jen said. She was conflicted about it. She wanted to. But it was so dangerous.

Mike gently fondled her breast. She rolled over towards Mike. She put her hand on his cock. He was hard. She fondled him.

"Are you sure?" Mike asked.

"I want you baby. I want you inside me," Jen assured him. "But be gentle okay?"

"Okay," Mike said. He gently rolled Jen onto her back and entered her. He'd never felt her pussy so loose.

Jen stroked Mike's face as they made love. "You have to tell me it's okay Mike," she said looking into his eyes. "You have to tell me we'll be okay. This won't affect us."

"It won't affect us," Mike assured his wife as he slowly fucked her. "I'll always love you."

"I'll always be your goddess," Jen said wanting to hear Mike say it.

"You'll always be my goddess," Mike promised. Jen wrapped her arms around Mike's neck and pulled his head down to her. They kissed until Mike came.

"I need to talk to Frank," Mike said after as they spooned in the darkness.

"... okay," Jen said hesitantly. She kissed Mike's hand and pulled it tight against her bosom. "You know how I said Frank gave me my ultimate fantasy?"

"Yeah."

"He didn't. It wasn't my ultimate fantasy," Jen told him.

"No?"

"My ultimate fantasy would be if you were there instead of Frank. If you were in that chair." Jen said. When Mike didn't say anything she said "Does that freak you out?"

"Men hurting you - even if pretend - I wouldn't be able to sit there," Mike said.

"I know baby," Jen said, kissing Mike's hand again. "I know."

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

"What are you drinking?" Frank asked as he joined Mike in the booth. They were at Frank's private club in Midtown Manhattan. "Scotch?" Mike nodded. Frank flagged a waiter and ordered a tequila.

"No bodyguards?" Mike asked looking behind Frank.

"I was afraid you might get physical," Frank said only half joking.

"They're ex-Navy Seals," Mike said as if saying, "do you think I'm stupid?"

"I was afraid for you," Frank said with a grin. He put his hands out as in surrender. "You want to hit me Mike? Go ahead, I won't stop you."

"I would if you hurt Jen," Mike said. "But you didn't hurt Jen."

"No we didn't," Frank agreed.

"You gave her what she wanted," Mike said. "You figured it out. And you gave it to her."

"Does that bother you?" Frank asked.

Mike shrugged. Jen's lovers always gave her more than he could give her. But he didn't say that. Instead he said "What happened to exclusive?"

"Mike, I think it was Jenny who defined exclusive in physical terms," Frank said. "I look at it romantically."

Mike looked up sharply, clueing into the word "romantically."

"For me, it means Jenny and I are involved romantically," Frank continued. "We only see each other romantically."

"Jen and I are married," Mike said with an incredulous laugh. "So I think I fit in there."

Frank shrugged as if discounting Mike's statement. "I don't like explaining myself, but I will this time," he said. "I know what Jenny wants. Lou and Hugh are trustworthy. They're handsome, athletic men. Women are attracted to them." He shrugged again. "I gave Jenny what she wanted."

"You made them use condoms," Mike said.

"True, rapists probably don't care about condoms so that was a departure from the fantasy," Frank conceded. "But I have limits when I share my girl."

"She's my girl Frank," Mike pointed out. "I'm sharing her with you. For now."

As before, Frank shrugged. He studied Mike as if reading into his soul. Then his eyes widened and he laughed. "You wanted to play your 'game,' right?" he said, emphasizing the word "game." "And Jenny wouldn't. She wouldn't fuck another man for you. Because she wants to stay true to me. That's what this is about, right?"

Mike's cheeks reddened. Who was this guy, a fucking Jedi Knight using the Force to read his mind? More like Darth Vader.

"Listen, don't feel bad," Frank said with a chuckle. "Jen's a sub. I've been with submissives before. She's hooked on me. Devoted. Of course she's not going to fuck another man unless I say."

"We have sex all the time," Mike said.

"I haven't told Jenny not to," Frank said.

"You think my wife would stop having sex with me if you said so?" Mike asked with an incredulous laugh.

"Here's your problem Mike," Frank said with a knowing grin. "You're scared shitless she would."

Mike stared at Frank.

"You're scared she won't wear stockings anymore," Frank continued. "You're scared she's going to cut her hair. You're terrified Mike. Aren't you?"

Mike didn't say anything.

"And you won't do anything to stop me," Frank said. "Because all this turns you on. In fact, you have a hard on now, right Mike?"

At that moment a woman approached their table. She was an attractive brunette, perhaps in her mid-30s. A younger girl was with her. She was clearly the woman's au pair. The au pair was holding 2 girls. They were twins, maybe 3 years old.

"Frank," the woman said. She looked scared and worried.

"Hello Melody," Frank said clearly happy to see the girl. He rose up and kissed her hello. "How's Peter?" Peter was Melody's husband. Frank knew Peter from a few business deals, and they ran around in the same social circles. They were both members of this club.

Melody looked nervously at Mike and then at her au pair. Then she looked back at Frank. She whispered "Peter suspects."

Melody looked at her twins. Mike looked at the twins too. He realized the twins somewhat resembled Frank.

"No need to worry Mel," Frank said patting her hand.

"He hired a divorce attorney," Melody said, desperation in her eyes. "What will I do? I've never worked."

"This is New York," Frank said. "You'll get half of everything."

"Peter's business isn't doing well," Melody whispered, fear in her voice.

Frank suppressed a grin. He knew that of course. "Don't worry, I'll take care of you," he said patting her hand again.

"You will?" Melody said, hope in her eyes.

"Of course," Frank said. "After all ..." He looked at the twins.

After Melody, the au pair and twins left, Mike said "You're the father."

Frank looked at Mike, wondering how much to say. Making a decision, he said "Peter's a dick." He chuckled at his unintended joke. "They were going through a rough time. I've always admired Melody. She was easy to seduce. It lasted a few months."

"You got her pregnant?"

"It wasn't intentional," Frank said. He shrugged again. "Shit happens."

"How many children have you fathered?" Mike asked.

Frank looked at Mike, studying him again. "This turns you on, doesn't it?"

Mike didn't say anything.

Frank laughed. "Okay, I'll tell you Mike," he said. "My daughter Sophie of course. Melody's twins. 6 other kids. So a total of 8. The twins are the youngest. The oldest is 20. Other than Sophie. She's Jenny's age."

"Do they know?" Mike asked.

"The husbands? Or kids?"

"They were all married women?" Mike asked.

"You thought I was a saint?" Frank joked. "Frankly I don't know if the husbands know. I suspect some do. Now you know why I have bodyguards."

"Do you still see the wives?" Mike asked.

"What are you, Howard Stern?" Frank said with a laugh. "Off and on with some. Depends."

Mike paused, as if wondering whether to ask the next question. Finally he said "What about the kids?"

Frank gave Mike a long look. Then he said "I keep up with some of them. The 20 year old - Bonnie - I see her a lot. I'm paying her tuition."

"Her dad's okay with that?" Mike asked.

"They're divorced," Frank said. "I've known Bonnie all her life. She calls me Uncle Frank."

"Does she know?"

"She might," Frank said. "She's seen me with her mother Veronica."

"You still hook up?" Mike asked.

"I don't call it hooking up," Frank said. "That's your term, not mine."

"Have you seen her lately?" Mike asked. When Frank nodded, Mike said "What about exclusivity?"

"I told you Mike, for me it's romance," Frank said. "Veronica and I are just friends." He grinned. "With benefits."

Frank looked at Mike, studying him again. "If you think telling all this to Jenny will hurt my relationship with her, you're wrong," he said. "It'll just make her more fascinated with me."

"If I want my wife to stop seeing you, I just have to say so," Mike said.

"Sure Mike," Frank said with a laugh. "I'm calling Jenny later, for a date Friday night. She'll sleep over with me. And you won't do anything to stop me, because we both know you get off on it."

Mike glared at Frank but didn't say anything.

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

While Mike met with Frank, Jen played with Anna and read books until Anna fell sleep. After Anna went down, Jen poured herself a big glass of white wine and sat on the sofa to think.

She was scared. What she worried about was happening. She was getting drawn into Frank. He saw into her soul.

The rape thing was ... disturbing and thrilling. The way he made fun of her small breasts ... god that was so hot. Frank was a good lover. An awesome lover. But it was a mind fuck too. An incredible mind fuck.

She didn't know what he was going to do next. He kept her off balance. Usually she was in control. Usually she had her lover wrapped around her finger. It was different with Frank. Way different.

She thought about him a lot. When she should be thinking about Mike and Anna, she was thinking about Frank. That was a bad thing.

Mike was going to get bad hurt. Then what? Would she be able to break it off with Frank? But Frank might not let her go. That thought got her hot too ... and, inside, it made her feel good. That a man (who she liked) would want to hold onto her.

But she didn't want to hurt Mike. She thought about what Keri suggested. Let Mike have other girls.

She hated the idea. But she saw the advantages. The idea of Mike with another girl would help check her infatuation with Frank. It would also keep Mike occupied, so she could spend time with Frank without worrying about Mike.

Maybe for a little while. They could open their marriage a little. It would give her time to let things play out with Frank, and keep Mike from getting bad hurt. Jen couldn't believe she was considering a real open marriage. That was a sign how deep she was into Frank.

But who? There was an obvious, safe choice. Gia at club Climax in Vegas. No emotional drama there.

The other choice was more disturbing. Emily from the Venetian. She was nice, pretty. She clearly liked Mike. (Author's note: see Life After We parts 8 and 9.) But that was the problem, Emily liked Mike. Mike enjoying sex with another girl was bad enough. Mike developing feelings for another girl was unthinkable.

Jen decided not to think about it. All she had to do was temper her relationship with Frank so Mike wouldn't get hurt. But could she do that? Frank was pushing her boundaries. The truth was, Jen wanted to go where Frank was taking her. Her relationship with Frank was the most exciting of her life. Frank was the most exciting man she'd ever met. He was forceful and controlling, cruel even sometimes, but she saw a softer vulnerable side too.

Jen didn't know what to do. She pulled her knees up to her chin and aimlessly looked out the window at the darkness outside.

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

"I'll be home tomorrow before Anna wakes up," Jen assured Mike as she put the finishing touches on her makeup.

"Okay," Mike said. He looked at Jen's legs. He wasn't surprised to see no stockings. He moved behind her and looked at her in the mirror. He brushed his fingers through her long blonde hair. "Are you thinking about cutting your hair?"

"No," Jen said. "I've had long hair all my life."

"So, you keep your hair long because it's always been long?"

Jen turned around and faced Mike. She stroked his cheek and said "No, I keep my hair long because that's how you like it. Baby, is this about not wearing stockings? It's just hot. When it gets cooler I'll wear stockings again." She grinned and teased "I'll flash my stocking tops at you mister and drive you crazy."

"But you won't wear stockings with Frank," Mike said.

"I mean, I guess not," Jen said. "He doesn't like hose. Mike honey what's this about?"

Mike forced a grin. "Nothing."

"Tell me," Jen said squeezing his knee.

"It's nothing," Mike said keeping the fake grin on his face.

At that moment there was a knock on the door. "That must be your ride," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said. "Are you okay Mike?"

"I'm good," Mike said with that fake grin. He kissed Jen. "I'll see you tomorrow morning."

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

Jen was cold to Hugh as he held the car door open for her. It was the first time she'd seen her "rapists" since the "rape."

"How are you ma'am?" Hugh asked as Jen got into the car.

Jen paused, her foot still on the sidewalk. She was showing a lot of her right leg. She glared at Hugh as he ogled her leg. She finally pulled her leg into the car, not saying anything to Hugh.

They rode to Frank's Central Park penthouse in silence. The chill from Jen was frigid. It was unfortunate because before the "rape" the 3 of them had become sort of friends.

Lou finally broke the silence. "Jenny, listen -."

Jen interrupted and said "Call me Ms. Andrews."

There was another awkward silence. Then Hugh said "If we can't use your first name, we have to call you Miss Johnson."

"Frank said that?" Jen asked.

"Yes ma'am," Hugh said. They were silent again.

After a few moments Lou said "So you're really pissed at us."

"Ya think?" Jen said with an incredulous laugh.

"We do what Mr. Towers tells us to do," Lou said.

"Yeah, well, I think you liked it," Jen scoffed.

Lou said "I think you liked it too Jenny."

"Fuck you Lou," Jen said angrily. "And call me Miss Johnson."

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

"I really missed you," Frank said taking Jen into his arms as soon as she arrived. It'd been 2 weeks since the costume party and "rape."

"I'm trying to decide whether to hate you," Jen said with a frown. But the frown kind of looked like a pout.

"I want to give you what you want," Frank said tenderly stroking Jen's cheek.

"It freaks me out how you know me," Jen said.

"I think about you a lot," Frank said stroking her cheek again. "You're enchanting Jenny."

"You know, you don't talk like normal people," Jen said with a laugh.

"And is 'freaking' part of normal vocabulary?" Frank teased back.

Frank looked down her body. The diamond belly ring slightly dented Jen's dress. "I like this," he said gently stroking it.

"I'm wearing the white panties," Jen said grinning at him.

Frank looked excitedly at Jen. "Let's look," he said. He took her hand and they went to his bedroom.

30 minutes later Jen was moaning and writhing on Frank's bed. She was naked except for her high heels and lacy white panties. First Frank had pulled the panties aside and made her cum using his finger in her asshole. Now he was eating her out and she was close to another orgasm. "Fuck Frank, fuck, oh god, oh god, Frank, Frank," she moaned. She grabbed his hair and then arched her back as she came on his tongue. "Fuck, fuck, fuck" she panted as she came down from her orgasm.
Frank moved on top of Jen, supporting his muscular body with his arms. He kissed her cheeks and lips as she panted from her orgasm. "Guide me into you," he said with more kisses to her soft lips.

Jen reached between their bodies. She guided his cock to her pussy lips. Looking into Jen's beautiful blue eyes, Frank pushed his cock into her. Jen's mouth opened wide as she felt his thickness penetrate her.

Frank moved slowly, in and out, taking long moments to get balls deep into Jen. Then he held Jen's arms above her head as he slowly long stroked her. He kissed her and looked into her eyes as he made love to her.

"You feel amazing," Frank said looking into her eyes. "You have the sweetest pussy."

"You feel good too," Jen gushed, panting again. "You're so thick."

"Just thick?" Frank asked with a grin. He changed his angle so his cockhead rubbed against her g-spot.

"Oh god," Jen moaned. "God. Yeah, you're long too." He was going to freaking make her cum again!

Frank kept Jen's arms above her head. She noticed he often did that when they had intercourse. She asked "Why do you like my arms like this?"

"Because when I make you cum, I want you to know it's because of my cock," he said, leaning down and kissing her again. Jen thought that was a strange thing to say. What else could it be?

Frank caressed Jen's breasts. He thumbed her nipples, making her moan. "Your breasts are really sensitive," he said.

"The benefit of having small ones," Jen joked. Her eyes went into the back of her head as Frank pushed in again while thumbing her nipples. "Ugh god," she moaned.

"Some girls can orgasm from just rubbing their nipples," Frank said.

"I used to be like that," Jen told him.

"Use to?" Frank asked.

"Since having Anna," Jen said between pants. "There're still sensitive, but not as sensitive."

Frank stared at Jen like he was processing that. He seemed to get more excited. He put Jen's legs over his shoulders and pounded her harder. Even as he rammed her pussy and pinched her nipples, he looked into Jen's eyes and tenderly kissed her cheeks and lips.

Jen pressed the stiletto of her high heel against Frank's neck. "That fucking drives me crazy!" Frank groaned.

"I know," Jen said, raising her hips and pushing back to meet Frank's thrusts.

Jen was nearing the edge. She was so close!

Frank pulled Jen's hands into his. He felt her wedding rings. "Take them off," he said squeezing her left hand.

"You said we're just hanging here tonight," Jen said between pants as he continued to ram her pussy.

"Take them off," Frank insisted. "When you're with me you're mine."

Whatever, Jen thought. She didn't care at that moment, she wanted to cum. She took off her wedding and engagement rings and carelessly dropped them on the bed next to them. She didn't noticed as Mike's rings dropped to the floor as the bed shook with their fucking.

"You're going to make me cum!" she moaned. Remembering what Frank said a moment ago, she said "I'm gonna cum on your cock!"

Frank pounded Jen even harder and faster, inflamed by her words. He wanted to make Jenny Johnson cum again! Moments later they both came, Jen's orgasm pushing Frank over the edge. As Frank came Jen clutched his arms and cried "Cum in me baby, cum in me!"

After cumming, Frank collapsed on top of Jen. Not wanting to hurt her, he pulled out and fell to his back next to her.

Jen rolled over, lazily swinging an arm over his chest. "God Frank," she said between pants. "God baby you're so freaking awesome."

Frank tenderly kissed Jen and they cuddled that way for long moments. After catching his breath, Frank asked "How's your relationship with Mike?"

"That's a weird way to say it," Jen said. "We're marriage, it's not just a relationship."

"No tension because of us?" Frank asked.

"There's always tension when I'm dating another man," Jen said. "That's part of the excitement."

"For Mike, or you?"

"For both of us I guess," Jen said. She got on her elbow and looked at Frank. "Why all the questions?"

"The 3 of us have a relationship," Frank explained. "I want to get to know Mike better. That's fair, isn't it?"

"I guess," Jen said with a shrug.

"We had a drink the other day at my club," Frank said.

"I know."

"He's not upset at Lou or Hugh. Or me. About the other night. He knows it's just a fantasy."

"What are you saying?" Jen asked.

"Ease up on Lou and Hugh," Frank said. "They only did what I told them. Sure they enjoyed it. Who wouldn't?" He laughed as he stroked down Jen's tight ass and long shapely legs. "But they're good men. I've known them a long time. And they like you. As a person, not just for sex."

"They said that?" Jen asked surprised and flattered.

"I can tell," Frank said.

"Are you going to ... share me with other men?" Jen asked hesitantly.

"Yes," Frank said simply. "But I'm not like Mike. I don't do it because I like to watch. I do it because you want it. I want to satisfy you." He laughed as if at himself. "And I admit, I enjoy being the chess master."

"You mean, making me fuck other men?" Jen asked. Her pussy tingled as she said those words. If Mike told her to fuck someone, treated her like a slut, she'd hate it. She wouldn't be able to deal with it. But coming from Frank, it was exciting. Her nympho switch was on. She wanted to be his slut!

"Well, more than that," Frank said. "Like ordering Lou and Hugh to pretend to rape you. They're good men, ex-Marines. They find rape abhorrent. But they did it because I ordered it."

"God Frank," Jen said looking into Frank's eyes. "God ..."

"Does that bother you?" Frank asked.

"Yes," Jen said. But it was all fantasy. She knew it. Lou and Hugh knew it. If they had reservations, they certainly didn't show it when Lou was fucking her face and Hugh was pounding her pussy. Or when they were DPing her pussy and ass. Or her ass and mouth. The ex-Seals had enjoyed all the combinations. Jen had truly gotten to know what it meant to be a cum dump.

But Frank's little twist on the scenario, forcing Hugh and Lou to "rape" her ...

If he told them "fuck Jenny" they would have been all for it. But instead he said "pretend to rape Jenny." Frank's twist added a delightful, exciting nuance to the fantasy.

Frank saw the renewed excitement in Jen's face. He grinned knowingly. "I think we're going to have a lot of fun together Jenny," he said with a delighted sparkle in his eyes. "So tell me more about you two, you and Mike. You have Anna. Do you want more children?"

"Why do you ask?" Jen said.

"Just curious," Frank said. Although he remembered how Mike was so interested about the children he'd fathered. And he knew Mike wasn't Anna's biological father.

"I guess so," Jen said. "I'm not ready yet."

"But Mike is?" Frank said.

Jen shrugged. Her thoughts turned to what had been distracting her lately. "Do you know Keri O'Reilly?" she asked.

"I believe so," Frank said. "She's Jim O'Reilly's wife, right? I've done business with him. Good man. Straight shooter. Why do you ask?"

"She's a good friend," Jen said. "I know her from Google. She, ah ... she knows about our lifestyle."

"Yes?" Frank prompted, suddenly very curious.

"She's been there, when things got bad," Jen said. "When Mike and I were apart." She hesitated. Frank patiently waited for her to continue.

"Keri thinks I should find a lover for Mike," Jen finally said. "She thinks it'll make it easier for him. While you and I ... explore things together."

Frank grinned, liking how Jenny said "together." "Have you done that before?" he asked.

"Once, with my first lover Ricky," Jen said. "We set Mike up with a young girl, Claire. It was Ricky's idea, Claire was his friend. I hated it." Jen laughed, but it was without any humor. "But my Mike, he only wants me. So he only pretended to have an affair with Claire. They actually became good friends, but it was platonic." Jen laughed again at the memory. "She ended up marrying Mike's best friend, Sam. I was one of her bridesmaids. Can you believe that?" (Author's note: See He Fucked My Girl.)

"You knew Mike was pretending, right?" Frank said, once again reading Jen.

Jen looked sharply at Frank. But by now she was getting used to it. "Yeah."

"This time, it would have to be real," Frank said. "Otherwise Mike wouldn't give us the space we want."

"Yeah," Jen said looking bothered. She thought "When did me and Frank become 'us'? And am I really considering this to get 'space' from my husband?"

"Well, I think you should do it," Frank said. "It's only fair."

Jen gave Frank a frown. "You're not exactly unbiased. If Mike is spending time with another girl, I'll be able to spend more time with you."

"I never said I was unbiased," Frank said. "I think my intentions are clear. I'm very much taken by you Jenny. I want to spend as much time with you as possible."

Jen couldn't help smiling. Both because she was flattered by his show of affection, and because Frank always said things so formally. She said, "It's not just Mike, I have a daughter."

"And I don't want to interfere with your relationship with Anna," Frank said squeezing her hand. "We'll work something out."

"Yeah, okay," Jen said still not convinced this was a good idea.

"Have you considered who to set Mike up with?" Frank asked.

"There's a couple girls in Vegas we know," Jen said.

"Las Vegas is too far away," Frank said. "I think I understand Mike. He'll use the long distance as an excuse not to see his lover."

"That's a bad thing?" Jen said with a laugh.

"Jenny, we either do it or not," Frank said. "Mike's lover should be here in New York. That way we can see each other more."

"You make it sound so easy," Jen said. "I'm freaking out about this. I can't stand the thought of Mike with another girl."

"What if you could control it?" Frank asked.

"What?"

"I have a number of businesses in the City," Frank said. "It would not be difficult to persuade one of my female employees to be Mike's lover."

"A prostitute?" Jen asked doubtfully. Despite her reservations, she didn't want to cheapen the experience for Mike.

"No, one of my employees," Frank said. "Everyone wants something. Or needs something. And Mike is somewhat famous. It wouldn't be hard."

"I don't know Frank," Jen said. She couldn't believe she was even considering this. But was it fair to keep Mike completely faithful to her, given what she was doing in their game? This way, Mike wouldn't get bad hurt. But was that why she was really considering it? To keep Mike from getting bad hurt? Or to get Mike to give her space so she could spend more time with Frank?

Frank could tell Jen was torn. He knew from experience, if you want to get someone to do something, it was better to do it slowly. "Let's talk about this later," he said. "Come on, I need your help."

"What?"

"Let's work out," Frank said. "You said you'd train me."

"Now?" Jen said surprised.

"I prefer working out at night," Frank said.

"I do too," Jen said. "But now?" She threw her arms out and looked incredulously at Frank. She wore only the lacy white panties and high heels, and her body was still sweaty from their sex.

"It's my private gym," Frank said with a laugh.

"But I don't have anything to wear," Jen said.

"I've got that covered," Frank said. He took her hand and helped her out of the bed. "Come with me."

Frank put on a robe. He didn't offer one to Jen though. She held his hand and walked with him down the hall wearing only the white panties and high heels.

They entered a large, brightly lit parlor. Jen abruptly stopped. There were 3 girls there.

Jen immediately used her hands to cover herself (one hand to her breasts, the other to her panties). Frank leaned over and whispered to her "Put your hands down." When Jen hesitated, Frank said firmly "They work for you Jenny. Put your hands down now." He emphasized "now."

Jen looked at Frank. They worked for her? She didn't understand. But she dropped her hands.

Frank took Jen's arm and walked her to the 3 girls. "Jenny, this is Claudia, your fashion consultant."

"My fashion consultant?" Jen said dumbly.

"This is Annette," Frank continued. "She's your buyer. And this is Bridget, your seamstress."

"What?" Jen said completely confused. She looked at the 3 girls. Claudia was the oldest, maybe in her 40s. She was elegantly dressed in a beautiful Chanel dress.

Annette was younger, maybe early 30s. She was fully dressed too. Her Calvin Klein dress was more trendy than sophisticated but still lovely.

Bridget was the youngest, early 20s maybe. She was the most hip and avant-garde of the 3 girls. Jen later found out that Bridget's favorite places to buy clothes was Mystique when she wanted to be hip, and GoJane when she wanted to be slutty.

"Frank what's going on?" Jen asked. She was so confused she momentarily forgot she was practically naked in front of 3 beautiful, fully dressed girls.

Claudia took charge. She took Jen's arm and walked her away from Frank. "Jenny darling we're going to have so much fun," the older woman said enthusiastically. "I can tell you're a fashion plate just by looking at you. But we're going to add pop to your wardrobe. It'll be all your style, but we'll make it sing."

"Pop?" Jen repeated, still confused. "Sing?"

"That's right darling," Claudia continued. "We'll do everything, take care of all the details. All the designers, their latest collections. They'll custom too. We'll bring them here. The designers I mean. And their clothes. You pick whatever you want, whoever you want, they're yours." She grinned and gave Jen a mischievous smile. "Give your boyfriend Frank a fashion show." She looked enviously at Jen's tight, leggy body. "Oh my Jenny, you have the lovely figure of a model."

"Um, can I talk to Frank a sec?" Jen said breaking away from Claudia. Pulling Frank aside, she whispered "Frank I don't need clothes. And I can't afford this."

"Jen honey, I've got it covered," Frank assured her. "Enjoy it."

"I can't Frank," Jen said. "Mike won't like it."

Frank gave Jen a long look. Then he smiled and said "How about this? All the clothes will stay here. I'll own them. You'll be borrowing. Surely Mike can't object to that."

Jen stared at Frank, thinking. She loved clothes! The prospect of working with people in the fashion industry thrilled her. She'd meet famous designers! They might even custom make clothes for her, like a movie star! Maybe even designer shoes! It was all so exciting, like a dream come true.

"Well, um, okay," Jen said hesitantly. "I guess we can try it."

"Wonderful," Frank said giving Jen a big grin. "Now go back to the girls so they can do their thing."

"Their thing?" Jen asked.

"That's right Jenny," Annette said, speaking for the first time. She took Jen's hand and walked her to the middle of the room. Claudia, Annette and Bridget all surrounded her. "We have to measure you," Annette said. She nodded at Bridget. Bridget held a measuring tape.

"Take off her panties," Frank said. He said it casually, but it was an order, not a request.

Suddenly Jen remembered she was naked. She felt self-conscious, especially since the other girls were fully dressed in wonderful clothes. And now Frank wanted them to take off her panties.

Bridget looked at Annette, who looked at Claudia. They looked as embarrassed as Jen. Claudia forced a smile and whispered "The customer is always right."

Annette nodded. She gave Jen a weak consoling smile and joked "Men are all the same." Claudia, Annette and Bridget laughed but it was clearly forced. Annette pulled the lacy white panties down Jen's long legs. Jen helped by raising on her right leg, then her left. Annette pulled the panties off over her high heels.

Now Jen was completely naked except for the high heels. She felt incredible exposed, vulnerable and embarrassed. Her cheeks were red.

"Um," Annette said as she held the white panties. They were wet with Frank's cum. She looked around as if trying to figure out where to put the cum soaked panties.

"Sorry," Jen whispered. She was mortified! "Just drop them."

Annette shook her head, knowing Frank Tower wouldn't like that. She wore an expensive scarf around her neck. Annette took off the scarf. She carefully wrapped the soiled panties in the scarf. Then she laid the delicate package on the floor, treating it almost reverently.

"Go ahead Bridget," Annette told the young seamstress.

"You have a lovely figure," Claudia said as Bridget wrapped the measuring tape around her breasts.

"Thanks," Jen said.

Bridget seemed to take forever measuring Jen's bust. She grinned at Jen and said "You haven't lived until you've worn a custom bra."

"Oh um ..." Jen said feeling even more embarrassed. It was like, she felt her little breasts didn't rate a custom bra. On the other hand, Bridget's must be double Ds. In fact, her breasts were so big they sometimes pressed against Jen's tiny ones as she continued to measure. Was this more of Frank's game, making fun of Jen's tiny breasts in front of people? The young seamstress didn't notice Jen's discomfort.

Bridget moved down to Jen's hips. "This is incredible," Bridget said touching the huge flawless diamond of Jen's belly ring.

"Frank gave it to me," Jen whispered. "He likes to see it."

"We'll make sure to pick dresses that are tight around your tummy," Claudia promised.

"And tops that show your belly button," Annette added.

"You'll drive him crazy Jenny," Bridget said with a giggle. Jen smiled at her. Even though this was a crazy scene, she was beginning to like Claudia, Annette and Bridget.

Claudia and Annette got on their knees to double check Bridget's measurements of Jen's stomach and hips. All 3 girls were eye level with Jen's pussy. Jen flushed, knowing her pussy lips were red and swollen from Frank's earlier fucking. In fact, her entire body looked freshly fucked, with her nipples hard and red from Frank's earlier rough play.

It was clear the 3 girls knew Jen had just been fucked. They stole glances at each other and were clearly holding back giggles. At that moment a little of Frank's sperm leaked from Jen's pussy. Jen felt it roll down her inner thigh. She was horrified!

"Ah, here darling," Claudia said. Like Annette before, she pulled off her expensive delicate scarf and used it to wipe Jen's thigh. She also used it to wipe around and between Jen's swollen pussy lips.

"God I'm so embarrassed," Jen whispered helplessly.

"It's okay Jenny, we've seen everything," Annette whispered with a kind smile. The 4 girls shared a nervous giggle.

"That was the most surreal experience," Jen told Frank after they were alone again. She laughed. "But I still don't have workout clothes."

"I told you I've got it covered," Frank said. He opened an armoire. It was full of workout clothes and they were all her size. "Wear this," he said, handing Jen yoga pants and a bra top.

"Yes sir," Jen joked with a laugh. She also picked out cross-training sneakers and workout socks.

Jen dressed and put her long blonde hair into a ponytail. Then they began the workout. She guessed Frank's regular trainer lifted a lot with him. So instead Jen worked on his core and flexibility. She made Frank use his own body as resistance. Frank was soon panting and his shirt was covered with sweat.

Jen worked out alongside Frank. She was breathing hard too, but not wiped like Frank. Clearly Jen was in better shape than Frank.

Frank noticed and was impressed. "I thought I was in better shape," he admitted.

"Lifting is good for the beach, but you need to work on your core more," Jen said. "It's healthier, you'll feel better."

"Yes ma'am," Frank said with a grin. It was just a joke, but Frank realized he just let Jenny have some influence over him. It was a strange feeling. But somehow it felt good too. It hadn't felt that way for a long time. Since before his wife Sally died.
Lou and Hugh walked in. They were dressed in workout gear and were surprised to see Frank and Jen. "We'll come back later," Hugh said.

"No need, we'll be leaving soon," Frank said.

Jen finished Frank's workout with stretching exercises. As he stretched, Jen glanced over at Lou and Hugh. They were both closer to her age than Frank, maybe early 30s (about Mike's age). They were tall, athletic, broad shouldered, ruggedly handsome. Their chests and abs were freaking awesome. Their arms and legs were incredible too.

The embarrassing, humiliating experience with Claudia, Annette and Bridget had pushed Jen's submissive buttons, getting her hot. Looking at Lou and Hugh's beautiful bodies - remembering what they'd done to her - got her hotter. Jen's nympho switch was on. She needed fucked again, especially after all the night's stimulation.

"Go ahead," Frank told her.

"What?" Jen said.

"Don't play innocent," Frank said grinning at her. They both looked at her in the mirror. Jen had a major camel toe in the skin tight yoga pants. Frank ran his finger between her swollen pussy lips.

Jen flushed at Frank's touch. She understood now. Frank wasn't like Mike. He wasn't into watching. He wasn't a cuckold. Frank was into power and control. He set this all up. All night, he set this up. So she would willing give herself to her "rapists." How humiliating was that? Barely 2 weeks after being "raped," the "victim" willing gives herself to her "rapists."

Frank reached up and thumbed her nipples. They were so hard they were outlined in her sports bra. "Let them fuck you," he said, his eyes boring into her. "Give yourself to them. You know you want it."

Jen looked at Frank, letting him fondle her. "Rape me again?" she asked, her eye lids heavy with lust.

"If that's what you want," Frank said with a grin.

Jen gave Frank a long look. Fuck it, she thought. She turned and walked to the bodyguards. Lou was bench pressing way more than his weight. Hugh was spotting him.

Jen moved close so her thigh brushed against Lou's hair. His eyes were close to her pussy. He stared at her camel toe.

"Hey," she said pressing her knee against his cheek. "I'm up here."

"Miss Johnson ...," Hugh said, looking upset. Both bodyguards looked upset and bothered.

"Call me Jenny," Jen said.

Lou sat up on the bench. "We're okay about the other night?" he asked.

"I don't know," Jen said. "I've never been raped before."

Both Lou and Hugh turned red. "It wasn't rape," Lou sputtered. "It -."

Jen stopped him with a finger to his lips. "Do it again," she whispered, her voice hoarse with excitement. "Rape me again."

Hugh and Lou looked at Frank. He nodded.

The bodyguards were on Jen in an instant. Somewhere a knife appeared. Jen realized it was the same knife as the other night. The bodyguards expertly cut the clothes from Jen's body. They were rough with Jen, knowing she wanted it that way. Lou held her wrists while Hugh forced her legs apart. Lou shoved his cock into Jen's mouth while Hugh got between her legs.

"Use condoms," Frank ordered. The bodyguards nodded at him. Condoms seemed to appear from thin air. Hugh rolled on a condom and penetrated her.

Lou and Hugh spent the next hour using Jen's body. She resisted and struggled at first, playing along with the "rape." But then she gave into it, giving her body completely to the 2 bodyguards. Their hands, their mouths, their cocks. She loved every second of it.

Frank watched. He wasn't like Mike, he wasn't into hotwife or cuckold fantasies. He wasn't a voyeur. But Frank found himself drawn to Jenny Johnson. There was something about her. Sweet but slutty, sophisticated but down to earth, sexy yet sassy and tom boyish. He liked watching Jenny's pretty face when she came. He had never seen anything more beautiful. And he liked giving Jenny pleasure. He wanted to give Jenny everything.

Jen could barely stand when they were finally done. Frank carried her to his bedroom. Despite being exhausted, Jen took a shower because she smelled like sex. Afterwards she collapsed into Frank's bed, her hair still wet.

It was their first time sleeping together. Jen rolled onto her side as usual. She waited for Frank to spoon her. After what she experienced tonight, she wanted him to hold her. She needed physical connection beyond sexual. Frank never spooned her though.

Jen rolled over, wondering what he was doing. He was on his back. Wanting to have contact with him, Jen put her head on his arm. She wrapped her arm over his chest and her leg over his legs. Frank put his arm around Jen. She snuggled in, feeling secure. They fell asleep that way.

The next morning Jen woke up to her iPhone alarm. Frank was still asleep. She wanted to go back asleep but she forced herself to get up.

Jen brushed her hair so she didn't look like a mess. She put on a bra, panties, jeans and a top (she'd brought them with her last night). She stepped into black Mia flats.

"Hey sleepyhead," she said giving Frank a kiss. "I've got to go."

Frank opened his eyes. "Stay a while," he said pulling her into his arms.

"I can't baby," Jen said. "I've got to get home." She kissed Frank and he kissed her back.

Frank sat up. He stroked her cheek and hair. "I really like you Jenny," he said.

Jen smiled. "I like you too Frank," she said beaming into his eyes. "Last night ... it was freaking amazing." She laughed almost disbelievingly. "Epic actually. I'd stay, but I promised Mike."

"Let's get away," Frank said, stroking Jen's cheek again and looking into her eyes. "A few days in the Caribbean."

"Um ... I'd like to," Jen said. "But I don't want to be away from Mike and Anna."

"What about getting Mike a girlfriend?" Frank reminded her.

"Not a girlfriend, a lover," Jen said. She didn't even think of the girl as a "friend with benefits." She wanted it to be just sex, not a friend, no emotions. "But I haven't decided yet."

"Bring them along then," Frank suggested.

Jen thought about it. More nights like last night ... the prospect made her body tingle. "I'll ask Mike," she said.

Frank frowned. He didn't like having to clear things with Mike. Jenny needed to understand this was between him and her. But that was for another day.

Jen was about to go when she glanced at her left hand. "Oh fuck where are my rings?" she thought with alarm. She tried to remember. She took them off when Frank was fucking her.

Jen looked on the bed. They weren't there. She got on her knees and scrambled around on the floor. There they were! She grabbed them and quickly put them back on (Mike's wedding ring first - closest to her heart - and then her engagement ring). She knew she dodged a bullet. If she arrived home without her rings Mike would have a meltdown.

Jen took a taxi home. Lou and Hugh offered to drive her, but she felt awkward and (surprisingly) shy being around them.

Mike was up when she got home. He was relieved to see her, worried she'd break her promise to be home before Anna woke up.

"How was it?" Mike asked as he hugged Jen.

"Crazy," Jen said with a laugh. "I'm so tired baby."

"Come on," Mike said. He walked her into their bedroom. "You can sleep in," he said. He undressed her, taking off her bra and panties too.

Mike stroked his wife's body. Her nipples were still sore and her pussy lips swollen. They gaped open a little. Her body looked well used.

"How many times did Frank fuck you?" Mike asked, softly caressing his wife.

"It wasn't just Frank," Jen said. "Lou and Hugh."

Mike looked surprised. Then he understood. "That turned you on."

"Yeah," Jen said.

"How many times did you cum?"

"Frank made me cum three times," Jen said. She made sure to keep track, certain her husband would want to know. Seeing Mike's questioning look, she added "He used his mouth and finger too."

"Okay," Mike said.

"Lou and Hugh ... I don't know, I lost count," Jen said. She saw Mike was bothered. "Are you okay baby?" She softly stroked Mike's cheek.

Mike was bothered but he said, "I'm fine. We'll talk later."

"Tell me now baby," Jen said stroking his cheek again. If Mike was upset she needed to address it now. Otherwise she would be too distracted to sleep.

Mike hesitated, then said "You won't play the game for me with other guys. But you fuck other guys for Frank. You get a belly ring. You don't wear stockings anymore. It's all going so fast Jen."

There was a lot in what Mike said. Jen couldn't deal with it all, not at that moment, she was too tired. "You're right, let's talk about it tonight," she said. "But about the other guys. With you it matters. I don't want to feel like a slut. But with Frank it doesn't. Does that make any sense?"

"Yeah, I guess," Mike said.

"Frank's a game honey," Jen said rubbing his chest. "You're real. That's the difference. I don't want to feel like a slut with you. With Frank it doesn't matter."

"Okay," Mike said, although he was still bothered. But he wanted his wife before her nap. He was horny but he also needed to reclaim her. He moved his hand and cupped her breast, fondling her.

"Gentle baby," Jen said.

"Lou and Hugh were rough?" Mike asked.

"Yeah," Jen said.

"You're sore everywhere?" Mike asked, his hand moving to her ass.

"Yeah."

"You didn't say no?" Mike asked.

"Um ... usually there was something in my mouth," Jen said with a teasing smile.

"Really?" Mike said excitedly, softly running his finger tip along his wife's sexy lips.

"Yeah," Jen said.

"So they used your body at the same time?" Mike asked excitedly.

Jen smiled. Mike had a weird way of saying things. But she knew he got off on this pillow talk. "Yeah baby, Hugh and Lou used my body. They like, DP'ed me everywhere."

"You liked that?" Mike said with an excited grin.

"I'm getting used to it," Jen said with a giggle. "My nympho switch is back on."

"I'm glad," Mike said kissing her. "I like when you're really sensual."

Jen smiled at her husband. She reached into his shorts. He was hard of course. She began stroking him.

Mike rolled to his back enjoying his wife's soft hand. Jen put her head on Mike's chest as she gave him a hand job. She was exhausted. She tried her best not to fall asleep. But she slowly stroked him the way she knew he liked it. Even though she was sleepy, she wanted to make it good and not too fast for him.

"The other day, when I talked to Frank," Mike said.

"Yeah?" Jen prompted.

"He's fathered other children," Mike said. "More than just Sophie."

For some reason Jen wasn't surprised to hear that.

"We ran into someone, Melody," Mike told her. "She has twins. They're Frank's."

"Yeah?" Jen said prompting Mike again.

"The twins are about 3," Mike said.

Jen did the math. "Frank must have been seeing Melody when his wife got sick," she said. Mike nodded, having reached the same conclusion.

"You talked to Frank a lot about this?" Jen asked. Mike nodded again. Jen wondered - was that why Frank asked if she and Mike wanted more kids?

"If Frank fathered kids 3 years ago, it probably means he's still fertile," Mike said.

"I guess," Jen said. She was fairly certain Frank WAS still fertile. A powerful, ultra-masculine man like Frank Tower got women pregnant just by looking at them. Jen knew where Mike was going with this conversation.

"Did you tell Frank I'm infertile?" Mike asked.

"Mike you're not infertile," Jen told him. "And no I didn't tell him that. I'm not going to tell him that."

"I'm just thinking -."

"I know what you're thinking and you need to stop," Jen told him. "Baby, I'm not letting Frank get me pregnant." She thought back to the time with Anna when Mike hadn't been there. "It's not happening again."

"I know I'm demented," Mike said.

"You're not demented baby," Jen said consolingly. "I have rape fantasies. You have pregnancy fantasies. You're not demented. It's just, you can't fake a pregnancy. It really happens. And it's not temporary, it lasts all your life."

"Yeah," Mike said. "I'd like to have another baby though. Before Anna gets too old. So they won't be too far apart in age."

"I do too honey," Jen assured him. "Let's wait until Frank's over. Then we'll try. We'll see a doctor."

Mike nodded but didn't reply. He was being passively aggressive because he wanted conception to be natural, not artificial.

A lot had happened that night. Things were going fast with Frank. Mike needed to reclaim his wife.

Mike rolled Jen onto her back. "I'll be gentle," he promised.

"Okay," Jen said, opening her legs. She didn't really want this - she was so tired and sore - but she wasn't going to deny her husband. She licked spit on her hand and used it to lubricate herself. Then she reached between their bodies to guide him into her. But Mike stopped her. He got a condom from the bedside table and put it on.

"Mike ..." Jen lamented.

"Play with me baby," Mike urged her. He pushed in, being gentle. God she felt loose. At times like this he wondered if her pussy would ever be tight again.

Mike slowly fucked her. "Lou and Hugh wore condoms?" he asked.

"Yeah," Jen said.

"But Frank came inside you?"

"Yeah."

"A new game," Mike told Jen with an excited grin. "Only let Frank cum inside you."

"God Mike," Jen lamented.

"Come on," Mike urged her.

Jen hesitated, then said "... if we're going to do this, it'll be better for me if Frank says so."

"So, he'll tell you to only let him fuck you bareback?" Mike asked.

"No," Jen said, her cheeks flushing with excitement despite all the sex the night before. "Frank will tell you to always use condoms."

Mike stopped abruptly, looking at Jen. Then, as if spontaneously, he lurched and came inside the condom.

Cheating and Rivals - Part 25

(Part 1 of the Caribbean vacay)

Jen slept until about noon, and then she, Mike and Anna had a fun and loving family day. Both Mike and Jen tried not to think about Frank and their game. Instead they spent the day as a normal happy family would.

After putting Anna down to sleep that night, Mike said "Can we talk?"

"Definitely," Jen said. They got into bed (fully clothed). They were on their sides, looking at each other. Jen had had all day to think about it, to process everything. She was in a better place to answer Mike's questions and address his concerns.

"Last night was crazy," Mike said.

"You have no idea," Jen said with a giggle. "I haven't told you everything yet."

"I know but, I'm talking about after you got home," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said the laugher dying away. "Are you serious about the condom thing?"

"I'm not sure," Mike said. "It's a way to play with my fantasy. But it'd be another thing Frank's taking from me."

"Honey Frank hasn't taken anything from you," Jen said. "I'm not going to cut my hair. I'm not going to dye it brown. Yeah I got a belly ring but you know I've wanted that forever. It has nothing to do with Frank."

"I'll be using condoms," Mike pointed out. "We won't feel skin-to-skin anymore."

"Okay, first it's your idea," Jen reminded him with a half laugh. "And even if we do it it'll only be until we stop playing with Frank."

"When will that be?"

"I don't know," Jen said. "Whenever we want to stop. We both have to agree, or we stop."

"I just wonder," Mike said. "You get off on Frank's power games. We both do. And he's taking you places I can't."

"But Mike ...," Jen said with a sigh (he always got like this). "Yeah the sex is awesome. He's pushing my boundaries. But that's how it always is when we play the game. Okay, yes, physically he's better than you - you want me to tell the truth right? But part of it is I don't want you to treat me that way. The way he does." Jen rubbed his arm. "That's why you're the best husband. I get to have it both ways."

"Yeah," Mike said with a grin.

"But baby ... you drive me crazy," Jen said. "You fret about all this. About me cutting my hair and not wearing stockings. But THEN you fantasize about me having Frank's baby? That's crazy honey."

"I know, you're right," Mike said sheepishly. "Sometimes the fantasy ... it takes control of me."

"I know what it's like to lose control," Jen said hugging Mike's arm and leaning into him. "But Frank's already so controlling. Can you imagine what he'd be like if I was pregnant with his baby?"

"We'd have to set up rules beforehand," Mike said. "Set limits."

"Oh my god," Jen said with an exasperated laugh. Mike had thought this through. "Like what?"

"When he's allowed to be with you, during pregnancy and after," Mike said. "His relationship with the baby. He'd have to agree to sign over all legal rights to me."

"So, you'd want me to keep seeing Frank while I'm pregnant?" Jen asked. "And after I have the baby?"

"Yeah, that's a big part of it," Mike told her.

"It kinda sounds like a permanent relationship," Jen said with a frown.

"No," Mike said. "We can end it whenever. Frank would have to agree to that beforehand."

"God Mike ..." Jen said looking disbelieving at her husband. "Can we talk about something else?"

"Yeah," Mike said. He ran his hand over Jen's tight ass (she was wearing yoga pants). "So you like this now?"

"Getting fucked in the ass?"

"Yeah," Mike said stroking down the crack between Jen's slim ass cheeks. "And fingered."

"I mean, I don't like it by itself," Jen said. "But it's awesome feeling so full."

"Are Lou and Hugh big?" Mike asked.

"There're not super big," Jen said. "Hugh's bigger than Lou."

"They're both bigger than me?"

"Yeah they're bigger than you baby," Jen said. She knew he would eventually ask that. Size was a big thing for him. Although, admittedly, it was for her too.

"So double penetration," Mike said. "That's a new thing."

"Yeah," Jen agreed.

"And cumming from just Frank's finger in your ass," Mike added. "That's new too."

"Yeah," Jen said. "It's a different kind of orgasm though. It's kinda hard to explain."

"So Frank's taking you new places," Mike said.

"I guess," Jen said. "Does that bother you?"

"Yes," Mike said looking bothered. Jen grimaced inside. What could she say? That was the point of the game, wasn't it? And it wasn't like Mike was telling her to break up with Frank. He was all over the place. Not knowing what to say, she hugged Mike and kissed him.

A little later they made love. Mike was gentle because Jen was still sore. Jen didn't cum, but she enjoyed the reconnection with her husband. Jen laughed when Mike insisted on wearing a condom again.

Afterwards, Jen said "Frank wants us to go to the Caribbean for a few days."

"All of us?"

"Yeah. You, me and Anna. Maggie too probably."

Mike thought about it. "How would it work?"

"Um, I guess how we did it in South Beach with Jamie," Jen said. She'd had all day to think about it. "Remember? I was sort of with Jamie, and you got to hang with us."

"What about Anna?" Mike asked.

"We'll tell her I'm there for work; that's why I won't be with you sometimes," Jen said. "But otherwise we'll be there as a family. It'll be a free vacation." They really hadn't had a vacation since getting back together. Jen worked all the time and money was tight.

"Where will Frank be during family time?" Mike asked.

"Um ... he might hang with us I guess," Jen said hesitantly. "It wouldn't be polite to dump him since he's paying for it. We can tell Anna he's a friend."

"And a few times a day you'll disappear with Frank," Mike said, bothered by the prospect.

"I won't Mike," Jen promised. "Okay, in the past I would have done that. But I'm better now. Especially not with Anna there. But even if Anna wasn't there I wouldn't do that to you. Not if it was an us day."

Mike nodded, processing all this. "Why Maggie?" he asked.

"I'm sure she'd like a free vacation," Jen said with a smile. "And that way, we'll be able to have some adult time."
"The 3 of us," Mike said.

"Yeah," Jen said, squeezing his hand again. "You'd like that right?"

"Yeah, I'd like that," Mike said. "I just worry about Anna. I don't want her to ever find out about the game."

"She won't honey," Jen assured her husband. "By the time she's old enough to understand, we'll have stopped all this."

"You think so? You think we can stop?" Mike asked, not sure of the answer.

"We'll have to honey," Jen said. "Or Anna will find out eventually."

Mike nodded, knowing Jen was right. Certainly Jen wouldn't be able to have relationships anymore, like with Frank. They might be able to do hookups every now and then (with either strangers or fuck buddies). Thinking about hookups, Mike had a fleeting thought that he was glad he never used Ashley Madison to find a partner for his wife.

"I don't like the idea of Frank paying," Mike said. "You're my wife. It's my family."

"This might be expensive honey," Jen said gently.

"I have the bonus money from your firm," Mike reminded her. He still had most of the $100,000.

"Mike we can't spend that," Jen gently said. She waved at the walls of their loft apartment. "We can't live here forever, especially if we have another baby. I want a house someday. We'll need that money."

"Yeah," Mike said, knowing she was right. It was a reminder of his limited income as a high school teacher and government consultant. He didn't even have a full time job, both gigs were part time. Mike thought back to his conversation with the young scientists at CATF. Maybe he should go back to the private sector. The Apple code master opportunity was gone, but there were lots of jobs out there.

It didn't escape Mike that the diamond of Jen's belly ring was larger and more perfect than the stones of her 2 engagement rings (Mike had bought a second engagement ring for his wife as an anniversary present in the past). He was certain Frank had done that on purpose. So when Jen looked at the belly ring (which was all the time) she'd be reminded of Mike's lower middle class income.

Now Mike had a decision. Veto the vacation - denying his family a fun vacation - or swallow his pride and freeload on Jen's lover. "Okay, Frank can pay," Mike finally said.

Jen grinned and hugged Mike's arm. She was clearly delighted. She understood her husband's conflict. But she knew it turned him on too. She just had to make sure he didn't get bad hurt.

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The next day Jen called Frank from work. "Mike said yes," she said excitedly.

"Excellent," Frank said smiling over the phone. "As soon as we hang up I'm booking the resort."

"As soon as we hang up I'm buying new bikinis," Jen said with a grin.

Frank's eyes opened wide at that. He got hard thinking about Jenny Johnson's sexy tight body in a little bikini. "My favorite color's black," he said.

"Mike likes me in pink," Jen said. "I'll get one of each."

"Get 2 black and 1 pink," Frank said with a grin.

"I'll get 3 black. And they'll be mostly strings," Jen said with a giggle. "Um, Frank? Don't book anything too expensive. Mike is freaking about the cost."

"I'm paying," Frank said.

"That's what he's freaking about," Jen said.

"You're flying down with me on my jet right?" Frank said. "There's room for everyone."

"Mike won't like that," Jen said. "Especially since we're bringing Anna."

"This is supposed to be our vacation Jenny," Frank said.

"No, it's a vacation for all of us," Jen said. She could tell he was disappointed. She said "Let me talk to Mike okay?"

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The next day Mike and Jen got a surprised visitor at their loft apartment. "Allen," Mike said when he opened the door. "What are you doing here?"

"Can we talk Mike?" Allen said looking serious and concerned.

Jen moved up behind Mike looking questioningly at Allen. She was holding Anna. Mike said "Honey, this is Allen, chief scientist at CATF. Allen, this is my wife Jennifer. And this is our daughter Anna."

Allen shook Jen's hand. He was surprised looking at her. Jennifer Andrews was one of the most beautiful girls he'd ever seen in his life. And what a cute little girl. Mike was a really lucky man.

Not wanting to talk business around Jen and Anna, Mike took Allen to the French bistro down the block. They sat in a booth and ordered drinks. "What's up Allen?" Mike asked.

"Mike have you reconsidered joining the quantum computer project?" Allen asked. He looked worried.

"You know my issues with quantum," Mike said. "A quantum computer can break any encryption. Nothing would be private."

"Someone's going to make one eventually," Allen pointed out.

"That's fine as long as it's public," Mike said. "But the government wants to keep it secret. They'll have 5, 10 years of access to all private information. That's wrong Allen."

"Fuck Mike this is Liberty-Gate all over again," Allen said frustrated.

"No it's not," Mike said. "I'm not going to say anything. I just don't want to participate."

"The problem is Mike, you're already on the inside," Allen said. He warned "There are some people who don't believe you'll stay quiet."

"I'm not doing anything wrong," Mike insisted.

"I know that," Allen said. "I think Colonel Banks knows that. But there are others."

"Who?" Mike asked.

"Have you heard of Jonathan Jakes?" Allen asked.

Mike nodded, remembering his conversation with Jen at Frank's party.

"He's not a big fan," Allen said.

"Are you saying they might try to put me in jail?" Mike asked, suddenly fearful.

"These people don't try Mike," Allen said with a humorless laugh, emphasizing the word "try."

Mike looked alarmed. What would happen to Jen and Anna if he went to jail? What would happened to him? He barely made it last time.

"Okay, fine, I'll join the project," Mike said. He needed to distance himself from CATF. It wasn't a job, it was more like slavery. But this wasn't the time. If he quit now they're probably throw him in jail. He needed to deal with it for a few months, pretend like he was cooperating.

"That's good news Mike," Allen said looking relieved. "I'll tell Colonel Banks."

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"What was that about?" Jen asked Mike when he got back to the loft apartment. She looked concerned. "Is something going on?"

"No, everything's good," Mike said evasively. He didn't want Jen to worry. Also, he remembered Allen's earlier warnings about possible danger to his family if they knew too much.

Jen looked skeptically at Mike. "Why'd the Chief Scientist make a special visit to meet with you if everything's good?"

Mike said "I really can't get into it."

Jen frowned. "Okay secret agent man," she joked. "If you tell me you'll have to kill me huh?" Mike grinned. She still looked concerned. "Everything's really okay honey? You not in trouble?"

"I'm just an analyst. No secret agent man," Mike said with a shrug. "What kind of trouble can I get into?"

Later in bed Jen said, "Frank wants us to fly down in his private jet."

As she expected, Mike wasn't hot on the idea. "I'd rather fly on our own," he said. "We'll meet Frank there."

"It'll save us money," Jen said.

"Jen I'm not poor," Mike said defensively. "I can support my family."

"I know Mike, it's just ..." Jen started, then she stopped, thinking it was better not to say anything.

"What?" Mike said, anger brimming under the surface. When Jen didn't reply he said more forcefully "What?"

Jen finally said, "It's just, riding on his jet is kind of fun. I mean, it's a freaking private jet."

Mike felt like she had stabbed him in the heart. But he knew it wasn't fair to judge her harshly. This was part of the game, he wanted her to be into her boyfriend. Yes there was angst, but that was part of the thrill.

"Okay, that's different," Mike said forcing his voice to be calm. "If it's fun, say that. Don't say it's because I can't afford it."

"Okay, I'm sorry honey," Jen said hugging his arm. But part of it WAS the fact they didn't have a lot of money to spare. New York was expensive. Mike didn't make a lot. She had a good salary and bonuses but they needed to save for college and a bigger house. And even though the loft apartment was paid off, they had to pay property taxes and insurance and utilities. All that added up. Frank was offering free travel. Why not take it?

"You and Maggie go with Frank," Mike suggested. "I'll go with Anna."

"That's kind of weird," Jen said.

"Anna's too young to understand so it won't matter to her," Mike said. "Maggie knows we play right? I mean we've never openly discussed it but she must know. And she'll probably have fun flying in Frank's jet."

"But if me and Maggie are going with Frank, why not you and Anna?" Jen asked.

"There's only so much I can let Frank pay for. For me," Mike explained. "And Anna's mine. I'll share you with Frank. That's the point of the game. But not my daughter. She's mine."

"This will be Anna's first flight," Jen said. "I want to be with her."

"You can't have both honey," Mike said gently. "Look, Anna won't know the difference. And I get what you're saying. I've been in private jets before, they are fun. Anyway, you're supposed to be with Frank this trip. If we're going to do it, we should do it."

The next weekend Lou and Hugh picked up Jen and Maggie. Jen gave the 2 bodyguards a brief smile but didn't say anything. She still felt awkward around them.

"So, we're flying with my friend," Jen whispered to Maggie as they drove to the private airfield in New Jersey not too far from the Holland Tunnel. "His name is Frank Tower."

"Okay," Maggie said. "And Mike and Anna are flying separately?"

Jen nodded. She felt awkward explaining this, but she felt it was important. "Mike and I kind of have an open marriage. Did you know that?"

"I guess, sorta," Maggie said her cheeks going red. This conversation was awkward for her too.

"So Frank's my friend," Jen said. She whispered in a low voice "He's my lover."

"Okay, I get it," Maggie said her cheeks going even more red.

"Mike's flying separately because obviously we don't want Anna to see me with Frank," Jen whispered.

Maggie nodded, processing all of this. "Does Mike have a lover?" she asked.

"No," Jen said sharply.

"Oh okay," Maggie said timidly, feeling the sting of Jen's one word rebuke. She still thought of Jen as her boss (which she was, since Maggie still temped sometimes as Jen's assistant at her firm).

Feeling like she needed to explain more, Jen said "Mike's one of those husbands who likes to watch."

"Okay," Maggie said. She couldn't help giggling. Mike was so straight-laced yet now she knew he had a kinky streak. It made sense though. Maggie knew Mike worshipped Jen. She couldn't ever see him with another girl. "So why am I flying with you?"

"Honestly, to save us some money," Jen said. "And we thought you might like flying on a private jet."

"Well, yeah," Maggie said with an excited grin.

"I'll probably be with Frank though," Jen told her.

"I get it," Maggie said.

"Also, Mags ..." Jen said. "If Anna asks questions, you have to cover for me. She's young, she probably won't. But just in case ..."

"Don't worry Jen, I've got your back," Maggie assured her.

"One more thing," Jen said. "Frank calls me Jenny Johnson. He knew me back in high school. So don't freak when you hear that."

"Seriously, high school? But Johnson's your maiden name right?"

"Yes."

"But isn't that kind of disrespecting Mike?" Maggie asked with a frown. This was a lot of information to process.

"It's hard to understand this life style, if you're not into it," Jen said. As she said that she took off her wedding and engagement rings. "Don't worry about it."

"Okay," Maggie said, watching as Jen put her rings in her purse. She looked at Jen's left hand, now ring-less. Mike was a good guy, a great husband and father. She didn't understand why Jen would ever want to take off his rings. But she assumed Jen was right. She didn't understand the lifestyle.

Inside his private jet, Frank gave Maggie a warm friendly greeting. Maggie's eyes widened at seeing Frank. He was hot!

"You go girlfriend," Maggie whispered to Jen a little later.

"Isn't he gorgeous?" Jen whispered back with a giggle, looking at Frank as he talked to the pilot.

"Ah, yeah!" Maggie said, eating Frank up with her eyes. And he owned this plane? God. Now she understood a little more the ring thing. Mike was a good guy, but no girl would call him hot. There were a lot of rumors about Jen getting some on the side. Well, why not, especially if Mike was into it. Especially with a hunky man like Frank Tower.

Jen refrained from kissing Frank in front of Maggie. She went with him to his den inside the plane. As soon as they were alone Frank pulled Jen into his arms. Jen melted into him, returning his kisses. She was hot for him!

As the plane took off Jen was on the sofa, her skirt hiked up around her waist. Frank was going down on her. Jen moaned and clawed at the leather of the expensive sofa as Frank made her cum with his tongue. It was the first of many orgasms for Jen that weekend.

Frank had taken off Jen's thong to go down on her. Now he pulled different panties up her long shapely legs. "Another Sally panties," Jen thought as she raised her butt to help Frank. These were red to add to her growing collection. Jen was kind of surprised the conservative Sally wore such sexy lace panties, but then these were from when she was younger and had a petite figure like Jen's.

The sofa converted into a rich fluffy bed. Stewards in tuxedos made the bed while Frank and Jen drank champagne and snacked on caviar and imported French cheeses in the main cabin with Maggie. It was clear Maggie was completely impressed by the opulence of Frank's life, and by his charisma and good looks.

Jen looked over to Lou and Hugh, standing nearby in rich Italian suits. She decided she needed to get over her awkwardness around them. After all, they were kind of her lovers too, in addition to Frank. She liked them. On top of that, she felt safe when the bodyguards were around. She felt like they would protect her not just because she was Frank's girlfriend, but because they liked her.

Frank went to talk to the pilot again. He liked doing that. Jen sensed that all private jet owners probably liked to talk to their pilots. Jen used the opportunity to talk to Hugh and Lou. She walked up to the bodyguards and teased "So do you wear ties at the beach too?" As she said this she playfully tugged on their ties.

"Only if the ties match our bathing suits ma'am," Hugh deadpanned.

"If you keep calling me ma'am I'll have to hurt you," Jen said with a grin. She looked from Hugh to Lou. "Both of you."

They were both trying to keep straight faces but Jen could tell they were holding back grins.

"So call me Jenny okay?" Jen said.

"Yes ma'am," Lou said. This time he smiled as he said "ma'am."

Jen moved her foot and dug the stiletto of her high heel into Lou's ankle. She pinched him hard enough to make the tall muscular man wince. "I have sharp weapons too," she playfully warned.

Both Lou and Hugh broke out in grins. Then Hugh whispered "Jenny, we have to be formal when Mr. Tower's around. But when he's not ..."

Jen nodded. "I get it," she whispered back. Jen squeezed both of their hands, sealing their little conspiracy. She whispered "I hope we get ... more time together this trip."

Lou and Hugh's grins grew bigger.

After lunch Jen disappeared with Frank back into his den (now converted into a bedroom). Frank undressed Jen, leaving her in just the red panties. They got into the bed. Frank took off his jacket, shirt and shoes but left his pants on.

Frank looked at Jen's body and caressed her, especially around the belly ring and over the red panties. After doing that for a while, he pulled the blanket over them. Jen realized Frank wasn't looking for her to reciprocate with a blowjob or other sex (even though she could tell he was rock hard). She actually wasn't surprised by this point. He seemed content to look at her and touch her, but just cum once a day. Either because that's all he wanted, or that's all he was capable of at his almost 60 years of age. Jen suspected Frank was more into the mental games than the physical.

Frank put his arm around Jen and she snuggled into him. "You look tired," he said.

"Champagne and an orgasm will tire a girl out," Jen joked. "This was a long week at work."

"You work too hard," Frank said, kissing Jen's forehead.

"Yeah," Jen said sleepily.

"You used to dance," Frank said, kissing Jen's forehead again.

"I still do sometimes," Jen said.

"I remember how lovely you danced," Frank said, remembering Jen's performance in her high school production of Chicago. "You ever consider Broadway?"

"I was never that good," Jen said with a laugh. She snuggled into Frank's arm. She was definitely sleepy.

At that moment, Mike and Anna's plane was taking off from LaGuardia in their commercial flight. But Jen's last waking thoughts weren't of her husband and daughter. They were of private jets, caviar and frolicking at exclusive Caribbean resorts. She now understood why Paige dreamed about being Frank's wife. She loved Mike and Anna of course, but being with Frank was like a fairy tale.

Jen was refreshed when the plane touched down, having napped snuggled with Frank the entire rest of the flight. Mike and Anna's plane was scheduled to arrive a couple hours later. Lou and Hugh drove Frank and Jen to their luxurious villa. One of Frank's other employees drove Maggie to the smaller cabana she would share with Mike and Anna (and Jen, when she was there).

Jen's plan was to hang with Frank for a few hours at his villa, and then join Mike and Anna for dinner and the rest of the evening. Mike and Anna wouldn't be arriving at their cabana for a couple hours anyway.

Jen put on one of her new bikinis. A sexy string bikini that barely covered her privates. It was black of course. Wanting to be extra sexy, Jen put on black high heels before walking out to the pool deck.

Frank's villa was right next to the crowded public beach but the pool was surrounded by tall hedges so it was private. Jen was surprised when she saw Miranda there, the beautiful gypsy from the Philadelphia tattoo parlor.

Miranda's bikini was just a revealing as Jen's. She had a great body, especially for a 40 year old. Jen saw Miranda had tats on her back and neck as well as her arms. Her nipple rings dented the soft fabric of her bikini top.

"Frank invites me sometimes," Miranda explained to Jen. "We've known each other for years. I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not," Jen assured the gypsy. She looked at Miranda's body again. Jen was into body art so she admired all the tattoos.

"Thinking of another tat?" Miranda asked having noticed the small tattoo on Jen's lower back.

"I'd like to get one behind my neck someday," Jen said. "But -." Jen was about to say "But my husband won't let me." But then she remembered she was supposed to be a single girl.

Miranda read her mind. She smiled and said "Jenny I know you're married."

Jen's lips parted in surprise. "Frank told you?"

Miranda shook her head. "I see the lines on your finger," she said touching the ring finger of Jen's left hand. "And Frank's had other married girlfriends. Although you're the first since Sally died."

"You knew his wife?" Jen asked.

"We never met," Miranda said with another shake of her head. "I know Frank loved her very much. He misses her. And his daughter Sophie."

"Yeah," Jen said. She didn't know what else to say, deciding it would be awkward to tell Miranda that she and Sophie were high school friends.

As if wanting to keep the mood fun and happy, Miranda grinned and said to a cabana boy "Johnny can you get me a margarita?" After the young man went to fetch the drink Miranda said to Jen "Isn't Johnny sweet?" Miranda was looking at Johnny ass in his tight white pants.
"You know him?" Jen asked. She followed Miranda's eyes and looked at Johnny's ass too. Um, yeah. Very nice.

"He's worked for Frank a few years," Miranda said, not taking her eyes off Johnny. "He gives the best massages."

"Full service cabana boy," Jen joked.

"You have no idea," Miranda said with a smile back.

Frank arrived and sat next to Jen after giving Miranda a hello kiss (Jen was between Frank and Miranda). Somehow Frank managed to look dapper and sophisticated in his swimming trunks and island shirt.

As Johnny approached with the margarita Miranda took off her top. Her breasts were large, shapely and firm. Johnny grinned as he handed Miranda the salt rimmed glass.

"Johnny, can you give me one of your special massages?" Miranda asked with a smile at the young man.

"You bet Miranda," Johnny said. Miranda rolled onto her stomach while Johnny gathered massage oils.

"Maybe Jenny can go next, with Hugh and Lou," Miranda said to Frank.

"Perhaps," Frank said. He stroked along the edge of Jen's bikini top. "I like the color," he said with a grin.

"I thought you might," Jen said with a smile back. Her smile showed off her perfect white teeth.

"You can take it off if you like," Frank said.

"Yeah right," Jen said with a "no way" tone of voice. She watched as Johnny began Miranda's massage. Johnny was probably her age, younger maybe. He was definitely cute. And fit too.

"Nice shoes by the way," Frank said looking at Jen's black high heels. She was still wearing them.

"Thanks," Jen said with another laugh. "They go with the bikini."

Frank took a picture of Jen with his iPhone. "What are you doing?" Jen asked.

"Sending the picture to Mike," Frank said with a grin.

"Okay," Jen said with another half laugh. She knew Mike would like that; a little surprise gift when his plane landed.

Jen tried to read her Kindle but was too distracted with the massage going on next to her (especially since Johnny was so cute and buff). Finally she gave up and openly watched Johnny massaging Miranda.

It started out as a normal Swedish massage. It was a little racy because Miranda was topless, although not too much since she was on her stomach. It got racier though when Johnny pulled down Miranda's bottoms. Miranda helped by lifting up slightly off the lounge chair.

Now as Johnny massaged up Miranda's legs, he continued over her bare ass to her back. He stroked up her back to her head. There he worked on her neck and shoulders, then stroked back down to her ass. He kneaded her fleshy ass cheeks, then stroked down her legs to her feet. He dug into the soles of her feet with his thumbs, and stroked back up her legs to her ass.

On each pass, Johnny spent more time working on Miranda's ass. Miranda had a sexy body although not runway model perfect like Jen's. While her body was slim, she was a little hippy and her curvy ass wasn't super tight like Jen's. Still, Johnny reverently worked on Miranda's body like she was the most beautiful girl in the world.

The tenor of the massage changed when Johnny began running his thumbs up Miranda's crack as he kneaded her ass cheeks. The massage was becoming more sensual than therapeutic. Jen imagined how it must feel to have Johnny's thumbs running over her sensitive asshole. Was Johnny touching her pussy? Jen shuddered. Her pussy was wet.

Jen looked around the pool. Hugh and Lou were keeping a respective distance, but they were definitely watching and sporting hard-ons. Frank was watching too although he seemed more amused than excited. Jen locked eyes with Frank. Frank tenderly brushed Jen's cheek. "You look excited," he whispered.

"Well, yeah," Jen whispered back with a laugh. How could she not be, with this going on right next to her, out in the open? Especially with Miranda and Johnny both being so beautiful? "Mike calls it my cum face," Jen told him.

"Your cum face. I like that," Frank said with a chuckle.

Jen looked back when Johnny said "Turn over Miss Romani." Jen noted how Frank's employees were always so formal. It seemed so naughty in the present context. And did they always call girls by "Miss"? Did Frank insist on that? Jen didn't know if Miranda was married. But it was like, they never acknowledged another man in a girl's life.

When Miranda turned over Jen got a really good look at her body. Her pussy was completely hairless with puffy lips. She had a diamond belly ring. It was like Jen's but a smaller diamond (yet still very impressive and expensive). Jen wondered if it was a gift from Frank, like hers.

Miranda's breasts were big. They sagged a little but they were still beautiful and impressive. Her nipples were pierced. Each sported a little silver oval.

Johnny poured oil on his hands and rubbed up Miranda's body. Soon her entire body glistened with the fragrant massage oil. Johnny didn't even try to pretend this was a massage anymore. This was sex. Johnny spent most of his time rubbing and caressing Miranda's breasts and around her pussy. Jen noticed that each time Johnny thumbed her nipples or touched the nipple rings, Miranda moaned and arched her back.

Miranda tugged at Johnny's belt. "Take this off Johnny," she said. Jen sensed a familiarity between Miranda and Johnny. They definitely knew each other. In Frank's universe, was Johnny her "special friend," the way Hugh and Lou were Jen's "special friends"?

Johnny quickly took off his clothes. Jen caught her breath looking at him. Johnny had the dirty blonde hair and handsome face of a California surfer boy. His body was amazing, muscular and toned like an Olympic swimmer. But what made Jen gasp was his penis. God it was beautiful! Long and thick, it curved up towards his 6 pack abs. Jen's breathing quickened looking at him.

Miranda absentmindedly stroked Johnny's cock as he continued to fondle her. Her eyes were closed. She seemed oblivious to the people around her, watching them. Or maybe she liked that.

Johnny moved to the other side of Miranda, so now he was between Miranda and Jen. Jen had the urge to touch Johnny. To caress his perfect surfer's body, to wrap her hands around his manhood. But that didn't seem right. Johnny was Miranda's, just like Hugh and Lou were hers. If she touched Johnny, she would be betraying Miranda, as well as Hugh and Lou.

Jen thought of Frank. Where does he fit in all this? Jen knew of course. They all belonged to Frank. He was the puppet master. But they were supposed to be exclusive. What did that mean? Was Frank fucking Miranda? Jen searched her feelings and realized it would bother her if he was. But, could Jen asked Frank to be sexually exclusive to her, since she was still having sex with Mike?

Things heated up fast. Johnny pushed two fingers into Miranda. He rubbed her clit with his thumb as he finger fucked her. With his other hand he played with her nipples, gently tugging at the nipple rings. The massage oil on Miranda's body and Johnny's hands provided a sensual lubrication.

Miranda writhed and jerked on the lounge chair, rolling her head back and forth in a continuous moan. Then her body spasmed, and as she came she screamed, her wails drowning out the reggae music playing in the background.

Jen glanced towards the hedges. She saw people there through the branches. They were watching the show.

She heard Frank say "You have more of a cum face."

Jen turned to look at him. "Yeah, I have a major cum face on," she said, saying it the way Mike would say it.

Frank grinned, as if scoring another victory. He said "Do you want a massage?"

"It wouldn't suck," Jen said with a laugh, looking at Hugh and Lou. Her "special friends."

Frank's grin widened. He looked at his bodyguards and said "Hugh and Lou, Miss Johnson could use some attention."

Hugh and Lou didn't have to be asked twice. They rushed to Jen's chair, frantically peeling off their clothes. Jen looked lustfully at their bodies. They were both just as handsome and buff as Johnny. (Hugh's cock was the smallest of the 3, but his manhood was still impressive; noticeably bigger than Mike.)

Johnny moved Miranda's chair, giving the bodyguards more room with Jen. Miranda laid on her side. Now it was her turn to watch. Johnny laid behind her, spooning her in almost a loving way. He was the big spoon, Miranda the little one. They looked comfortable together. They definitely knew each other!

Hugh and Lou quickly stripped off Jen's bikini. Frank said "Leave on the heels." They nodded at their boss but otherwise their attention was on Jen.

The bodyguards poured massage oil on Jen's body (she was laying on her back). They glanced at Johnny laying with Miranda. The 3 men locked eyes, silent messages passing between them. Lou and Hugh felt proud to have Jenny Johnson as their charge. Sure, Miranda was attractive, especially for a 40-something woman. But Jenny was a rare beauty with an extremely hot body, the prettiest girl wherever she went. On top of that she was really nice. She knew she was pretty but she wasn't stuck up. She treated them as equals and not employees (unlike Frank). They were lucky to have Jenny.

Despite his affection for Miranda, Johnny envied them. He didn't know Jenny of course, but he could see her. Jenny was one of the prettiest sexiest girls he'd ever seen.

The bodyguards didn't even pretend like it was a massage. Lou fingered Jen's pussy and thumbed her clit while Hugh fondled her breasts and sucked her nipples. Like Miranda just a few moments ago, Jen gripped the edges of the lounge chair and writhed under the fingers and mouths of the bodyguards. She arched her back, the oil on her tiny perky tits and taut stomach glistening in the sunlight (the massage oil emphasized the muscular definition of Jen's tummy and athletic dancer's body). Like Miranda, when Jen came she screamed into the Caribbean air.

Jen collapsed back into the chair. Panting, she heard clapping and hooting in the background; the people looking through the hedges were applauding. Jen barely noticed them. Now her nympho switch was way, way on. Fingers and tongues were good, but what she really needed was a hard cock. Or, thinking about Hugh and Lou, TWO hard cocks.

"You still have a major cum face on," Frank said, using Jen's (Mike's) words. "You need fucked."

"Yeah, I need fucked," Jen agreed arching her back and looking at Hugh and Lou. "I need fucked so bad," she repeated looking into Hugh's and Lou's eyes. Jen reached an arm towards them. She wanted her "special friends."

The bodyguards grinned. Jen looked soooo good, her tight body glistening in oil, her nipples rock hard, her tiny landing strip moist with the oil, her pussy lips swollen with excitement. Jen still even still wore the high heels. They adored this girl! Was there any girl more fuckable?

Lou and Hugh moved towards Jen. They wanted her! And Jen wanted them!

But Frank stopped them with a raised hand. "Not you," Frank said to the bodyguards. He looked at Johnny. "You Johnny. Fuck Jenny."

"What? No!" Miranda objected, looking alarmed. She put a possessive hand on Johnny's arm. "Johnny's mine. Frank -."

"Miranda," Frank said sternly with a hard stare. Miranda shut up. She reluctantly pulled her hand from Johnny's arm. "Johnny," Frank said.

"I'm sorry," Johnny whispered to Miranda. But he wasn't sorry. He wanted Jenny.

As Johnny moved from Miranda's chair to Jen's, his big hard cock swaying between his muscular legs, he gave Lou and Hugh a "what can I do?" shrug. But he didn't mean it.

Johnny slid onto Jen's lounge chair. Jen moved over, making room. She felt bad for Lou and Hugh because they were clearly upset. But honestly she didn't mind having to lay with Johnny. He was gorgeous and had a freaking awesome cock!

"Sorry about this," Johnny said as he kissed Jen.

"That's okay," Jen said, kissing him back.

"I'll make it good for you," Johnny promised between kisses.

Jen reached down and stroked his curved cock. "I can't wait to feel this inside me."

"I'll be gentle," Johnny said between more kisses. He knew he was thick, too thick for a lot of girls.

"Don't, I like it rough," Jen said pulling Johnny on top of her. "I'm a slut. Fuck me hard."

Johnny smiled. It was amazing to hear those dirty words coming from such a beautiful, innocent face. He'd known Jenny Johnson for less than an afternoon, and already he adored this girl!

"Condom Johnny," Frank said.

Johnny looked at Frank. He was naked, he didn't have a condom. Then he looked at the bodyguards. Lou reluctantly handed Johnny a condom.

Johnny hurriedly rolled the condom on his shaft. Then he penetrated Jen. Jen groaned at Johnny's girth. "Are you okay?" Johnny asked kissing Jen's lips.

"Yeah, yeah," Jen said gasping. Fuck he was thick! "Come on!" she said impatiently. "I want all of you!"

Johnny grinned. He put Jen's long legs on his shoulders and pushed in balls deep (the slick massage oil helped). Then he began fucking her hard.

Miranda watched despondently as Johnny fucked Jenny. This wasn't right. Johnny wasn't her husband or boyfriend. They weren't even dating. But Johnny was hers. No one else's. Hers.

Miranda could tell Johnny was into Jenny. He never responded to her the way he was acting with Jenny. Miranda knew the truth. He liked fucking Jenny better than her.

At that moment, Miranda hated Jenny.

Lou and Hugh looked sourly as Johnny fucked Jen's brains out. Fucked their girl. "Pull up your pants for god's sake," Frank ordered derisively. "I don't want to see your dicks hanging out." Lou and Hugh obediently pulled up their pants, timidly following Frank's orders.

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

Later, Jen brushed her wet hair. She just got out of the shower. "You were shitty to Lou and Hugh," she told him as she put on her bra and thong panties.

"You're not wearing the red panties?" Frank asked as he watched Jen get dressed.

"I'm going to Mike," Jen said with a "hello" tone of voice. She put on a casual crop top and jean skirt. Then she put her wedding rings back on. "Why'd you do that to Lou and Hugh? To Miranda?"

"You didn't enjoy Johnny?" Frank asked.

"Well, yeah," Jen said with a half laugh. Getting serious she added "Miranda wasn't happy about it." She put on thong sandals that showed off most of her slim pretty feet as she spoke to Frank.

Frank gave an unconcerned shrug. "You have to remember Jenny," he said sagely. "Lou and Hugh. Johnny. Even Miranda. They work for us."

Jen frowned at Frank. "Us?" she asked.

"We're exclusive," Frank reminded her.

"What does that mean exactly?" Jen asked. "What's the thing with you and Miranda?"

"The thing?" Frank said with a laugh. "Why, are you jealous?"

"I'm just curious," Jen said trying to look innocent.

"We've known each other a long time," Frank said with a shrug.

"Are you lovers?" Jen asked.

"We used to be," Frank said.

"But not anymore?" Jen asked.

"Would that bother you?" Frank asked with a raised eyebrow.

Jen hesitated, then said "... yeah, it would."

Frank studied her. Echoing her earlier thoughts, he said "Are you still having sex with Mike?"

"Of course I am," Jen said immediately.

"So what right do you have to tell me what to do with other girls?" Frank asked.

That shut Jen up. She thought about her conversation with Mike earlier that week. She sputtered out "He's using condoms."

"What?" Frank asked.

"Mike's using condoms," Jen said. "We have sex, but he uses condoms."

Frank looked at Jen, studying her. "Because you want him to wear condoms?" he asked.

Jen hesitated, then said "... because ... Mike thinks you want him to wear condoms." She felt flushed, suddenly hot again.

Frank slowly nodded, still studying her. "I'll talk to Mike, to make sure he understands what I want."

"... whatever you think best," Jen said timidly, her submissive side flaring up.

Frank fingered her belly ring (her stomach was partially exposed by the crop top). "Pull up your skirt and turn around," he ordered her.

"I need to get home to Mike and Anna," Jen protested. It was already dark, passed dinner time. Mike and Anna's plane landed some time ago.

"Pull up your skirt and turn around," Frank ordered. "I don't like having to say things twice." He locked eyes with Jen.

After a few moments Jen looked down, not able to take Frank's intense commanding stare. She pulled up her skirt and turned around. She leaned over the table, her breasts pressing against the rich wood.

Frank ripped off Jen's thong panties with a single pull, making her yelp. He took out his rock hard cock. He bent his knees and pushed into Jen. She was soaking wet. Still, Jen grunted at being penetrated by his super thick cock.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go back to your wimp husband without fucking you?" Frank hissed in Jen's ear as he fucked her. He pounded her hard. Each thrust forced Jen onto her tip toes, her pretty feet arching in the sweet looking thong sandals.

Jen came, her hands gripping the sides of the table as her body shuddered with orgasmic pleasure. Frank came soon after. He gripped Jen's hips and stayed deep inside as he shot his seed into her pussy.

Frank collapsed onto Jen, both of them panting. He slowly pulled out. From his pocket he pulled out the red panties. He reached down and pulled the panties up Jen's legs. Then he pulled down Jen's skirt. He tenderly kissed her neck and cheeks. "Jen honey," he said as he gave her more loving kisses. "You're with me, even when you're with your husband."

After catching her breath, Jen stood up and smoothed her top and skirt. "It's getting late, I have to get home," she told him. She was supposed to be at the cabana way before this. Was Mike upset? Was Anna missing her and crying? Along with those concerns for her family, her knees were weak from just getting fucked so hard. And so good. She felt the red lacy panties getting wet as Frank ran out of her.

"Make sure Mike knows I just fucked you," Frank said with a grin.

Jen looked at Frank, still breathing hard. She said "Frank. Never call Mike a wimp again." Then she turned and left the villa.

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

"Sorry about earlier," Jen said to Hugh and Lou as they drove her to the cabana.

"You didn't seem to mind Miss Johnson," Hugh said stiffly, addressing her formally.

"Will you please call me by my first name?" Jen said with frustration. She sighed when neither bodyguard responded. She didn't have time to worry about them. She was anxious about Mike and Anna. She was late by a couple hours. Was Mike mad? Bad upset?

But everything was okay. When she got to the cabana, Mike, Anna and Maggie were playing board games and watching TV. "Momma!" Anna squealed delightedly when Jen walked in. Jen gave her daughter a big hug and kiss. Mike came over with a smile on his face and kissed Jen.

"Sorry I'm late," she whispered.

"No worries," Mike said with another kiss hello. "I'll start dinner."

"I should take a shower," Jen whispered to her husband. Mike looked Jen in the eye. He touched her skirt, over her pussy. She gave him a slight nod.

"Don't," Mike whispered back. "We're all hot and sweaty from the pool and lotion." He squeezed her hand. Then he gave Jen a beer and went out to the grill and cooked hot dogs and burgers.

After playing with Anna for a while, Jen left the toddler with Maggie and joined Mike at the grill. She clinked his beer bottle with hers. "Thanks for waiting for me," she said hugging him. "You're not upset I'm late?"

"A little," Mike said. He put his wife's hand on his crotch. He was hard. The dark emotions (jealousy, feeling neglected, loneliness) fueled his cuckold fantasies. "But I'm okay. You're splitting time with Frank. I get things aren't always going to go as planned this weekend."

Jen felt relieved. She also thought it was ironic, the way Hugh and Lou (men she had no obligations to) were giving her the silent treatment, yet her husband (the man she took vows with) was being understanding. "Thanks for being so understanding," she said hugging him tighter.
"I guess I'm getting better too," Mike said hugging her back. In the past, he might have fallen off the cliff if this happened. But like Jen, he was more experienced now with the game. Also, now he had Anna. Anna kept him busy and warded off loneliness. Also, with Anna, Mike was even more secure now that Jen would always come home to him.

After dinner, Maggie went out to explore the town. Mike and Jen played with Anna. Then they gave their baby a bath and read her books until she fell asleep.

"I love these," Mike said later as they sat on the sofa in the cabana's cozy living room. He was holding Jen's foot, tracing his finger along the thin leather strands of the thong sandals. There was a strand around her slim ankle, and another running over the top of her foot to between her big toe and the one next to it. Mike had a major foot fetish and Jen's were the prettiest. The thong sandals were almost like Jen was barefoot.

Mike took off the sandals and rubbed Jen's feet as she told him what happened. By the end he was so hard it hurt.

"So Lou and Hugh were pissed?" Mike asked.

"And Miranda too," Jen said.

"Frank plays power games with everyone," Mike observed.

"Yeah," Jen agreed. She pulled up her skirt so the red panties came into view. "Look baby."

Mike looked at the panties. They were wet. He ran his finger along Jen's camel toe. "Frank?" he asked.

Jen nodded. "Just before I came home. He came inside me."

Mike curled a finger in the panties and pulled them aside, revealing his wife's pussy. Her lips were red and swollen and glistening with Frank's juices. "I want you baby," he said.

"Okay," Jen said with a giggle. But Mike heard hesitation in his wife's voice.

"You don't want to?" he asked.

"Of course I want to," Jen said. "But let's take off the panties."

"That's the point," Mike said. He tugged the panties further aside, exposing Jen's pussy completely. He wanted to fuck Jen in the panties. But he saw hesitation in Jen's pretty face. "What?" he asked.

"... they're Frank's," Jen said gently, not wanting to get Mike upset. "Sally's. It'd be disrespectful."

"You don't think Frank disrespects me, when he doesn't use my name?" Mike said, bitterness in his voice.

"That's how Frank is honey," Jen said gently. "You're not like that." She stroked Mike's cheek and looked into his eyes. She could tell he was hurt now. Trying to make things better, she said "Of course you can do anything you want. I'm your wife. If you want to fuck me with the panties on, you can."

Mike inwardly winched at Jen's words, although he didn't show it. But it was like she was condescending to him. She clearly didn't want Mike to "soil" the red panties. "Okay," he said, pulling the red panties off. He handed them to her.

"I'll put these away," Jen said standing up and pulling down her skirt. She held out her hand. "Come on baby."

Mike took Jen's hand. She squeezed his hand as they walked to their bedroom. Jen put the red panties into her dresser (Mike had unpacked for her as well as himself and Anna) and then joined her husband in bed.

"Frank's coming over tomorrow?" Mike asked.

Jen nodded. "That's okay right?" she asked. "We'll tell Anna he's an old friend. That I work with him."

"Yeah, sure," Mike said. That was part of the deal when he agreed to come on this trip after all.

"I need to tell you something," Jen whispered hesitantly. "I told Frank you're using condoms. I'm sorry. It kind of slipped out."

"How did it slip out?" Mike asked, frowning.

"I don't know," Jen said pressing her forehead against Mike's chest. She didn't have a good explanation.

"What'd Frank say?" Mike asked.

Jen was relieved not to hear anger in Mike's voice. "He liked it. I mean, duh," she said with a grin. As she said the next words she looked at her husband's face closely. "I think he wants to keep it that way. He wants to talk to you tomorrow about it."

Mike stared at Jen, not saying anything. When he finally spoke his voice was hoarse with excitement. "Did you tell him I want to have another baby?"

"No," Jen said. "There's no reason he needs to know that. And I'm not sure I'm ready."

"So only Frank would cum in you?" Mike asked.

Jen nodded. "He makes Lou, Hugh and Johnny wear condoms," she said.

"He'll make other men wear condoms?" Mike asked.

"Probably."

"You'd fuck other men for Frank?"

"It depends," Jen said.

"You'd fuck other men for Frank," Mike said, this time his words a statement and not a question.

"I guess," Jen said. "Yeah, probably."

"So if I wear condoms too ..." Mike said.

"That's up to you baby," Jen said.

"... only Frank will cum in you," Mike said completing his sentence.

"It's up to you baby," Jen repeated.

Mike looked into Jen's face for long moments. He finally said "Have you missed any pills?"

"I don't think so," Jen said. She reached into her bag for her birth control pills. "See?" She handed Mike the round foil packet. She hadn't missed any pills that month.

"What would happen if you didn't take tomorrow's pill?" Mike asked, punching out tomorrow's pill from the foil packet.

"Nothing," Jen said.

"What about the next day?" he said punching out the next pill.

"Mike ..."

"Or the next day?" Mike punched out the next pill. He now had three pills in his hand.

"Mike stop," Jen said with a laugh. She took the 3 pills from him and pushed them back into the packet. "Anyway, no matter what I did with my birth control pills it's not going to affect this weekend. You know that secret agent man."

Mike watched as Jen put the birth control packet back in her bag. When she looked back at him, Mike pushed up her skirt and opened her legs. Jen rested on her elbows in the bed as Mike inspected her.

"There's dried cum on your pussy lips," he said.

"Okay, that's kind of gross," Jen said with a half laugh.

Mike put a finger into her pussy. "You're still wet," he said. He pulled out his finger. Milky cum covered his finger. "Yeah, he came inside you."

"I told you," Jen said.

Mike offered his finger to Jen. She licked off Frank's cum from his finger. He put his finger in her pussy again, and again she licked off Frank's cum.

Mike put his finger in Jen's pussy again. When he pulled out she said "This time, you lick it." Her eyelids were heavy and she had her cum face on.

"No," Mike said. Jen pressed his finger against her lips. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled his face to her. She kissed him, his finger between their lips. As they kissed, Mike couldn't help but lick his finger.

When they stopped kissing they were both panting. Jen reached into her bag and got a condom. Mike watched as she rolled it on his hard cock. Wearing the condom, Mike made love to his wife.
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