Author's note: Wanted to remind everyone this is a cuckold story. So people who bemoan Mike acting like a cuckold, when I'm telling you it's a cuckold story... well ... okay, whatever. Next point. Just to let you know, Mike and Jen NEVER grow out of their fantasies. This whole series is about exploring how Mike and Jen's fantasies affect their lives and marriage. It's not about how they outgrow their fantasies -- that never happens. So if you're rooting for that, I hope this note helps you decide whether to continue reading. Last point, and I guess this is a warning. This story, Consequences, is gonna explore some really extreme cuckold themes. The whole Jen pregnant by another guy thing, and Mike getting turned on by it? That's the central theme of this story. So if this offends or bothers you, well ... you've been warned.

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"Hey, Jen?" a young man said knocking on her office door.

Jen looked up from her computer. "Hi," she said. She sorta recognized him, but didn't.

"I'm Alec, over at IT," he said walking over. "I installed your new computer about a month ago."

"Oh, okay, thanks," Jen said.

"We pushed a software update to your computer this morning," he said. "I wanted to make sure it installed correctly."

"Oh, okay, sure," Jen said, moving to stand up to give him room to work.

"You don't need to move," he said, quickly moving to her side of the desk. "This will only take a minute." He moved close, so they almost touched. As he worked the mouse, Jen couldn't help noticing how good looking he was. He smelled good too.

"Everything looks good," he said. Rather than leaving, he leaned against her desk. "I heard about your Google score. Really cool, congrats."

"Thanks," she said. She was surprised at his familiarity. "Um ... Have we met before?"

"Last year's Christmas party," he said grinning. "You can really dance."

"Oh yeah," she said smiling. Now she remembered him. "Sorry, I'm terrible with names."

"Me too," he laughed. Then he looked into her eyes. "You're hard to forget though."

"Oh, thanks," she said looking down demurely and brushing her hair behind her ear. Sitting, she was eye level with his crotched. She stole a glance. He fit his jeans really well, and he looked to have a nice package.

"You really are a great dancer," he admired.

She smiled modestly. "I minored in dance at Penn State." Then she added, motioning to her computer, "Um ... anything else?"

"Already tired of me?" he teased with a laugh.

"No it's just --."

"I'm just kidding, I know you need to get back to work," he said moving off her desk. "Are you going to happy hour tomorrow?"

"Yeah, I think so," Jen said.

"Cool, I'll see you there," Alec said with a big smile. He extended his hand. "Great to see you again Jen."

"Yeah, you too Alec," she said moving her hand to his. He took her hand. He was a big guy, so her hand disappeared in his. He held her hand for a few moments too long.

Finally he let her hand go and moved to the door. "See you tomorrow," he said smiling.

"Oh my god, he just hit on me," Jen thought. He'd been incredibly forward, and improper. But she couldn't help smiling.

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At home after dinner Jen and I sat on the sofa. She kicked off her heels and put her feet in my lap. "A guy from IT hit on me today," she said with a giggle.

I took her foot in my hand. She has the prettiest feet, slim, an elegant arch, and cute toes. I used my thumbs to rub her sole, down her arch and below her toes. "Who is he?" I asked.

"That feels good," she said closing her eyes. "He's Alec somebody. Manager of our IT department. I guess I danced with him at last Christmas party."

"Older?" I asked.

"A little," she said her eyes closed. "About your age I guess."

"You're so sexy babe," I said grinning at her. "He's just another guy who wants in your pants."

"Yeah right," she said with a skeptical laugh.

"A lot of guys've hit on you lately," I said. Jen was a beauty so she was constantly being hit up on, but lately it had been more than usual, especially at work.

"I know right?" she said, opening her eyes and tilting her head. "What's up with that? Maybe I'm sending out pheromones or something cause I'm pregnant."

I grinned. "That might happen BEFORE you're pregnant ..."

"You're just a math geek, how would you know?" she teased, jabbing her toe into my side.

"You know what I think?" I said. "Guys know you're available."

"What do you mean?"

"Word's spread you broke it off with Tom," I said grinning. "Other guys are talking their shot."

"Their turn with the office slut?" Jen said bemoaning herself.

"Come on honey," I said. "You always say that. But you're not. You're just a really sensual woman."

She gave me a lopsided grin. "Helps to have a perverted husband too, huh?" she joked with a giggle. She looked at me with a sparkle in her eye. "Do you really think that's it?"

I nodded. "You don't seem to mind," I said grinning.

She shrugged as if saying she didn't care, but I could tell she did care. Finally she smiled and admitted, "It makes me feel sexy. I haven't felt that way since, you know ..."

I leaned over. I lifted her blouse and kissed her still flat stomach.

"Thanks baby," she said caressing my head.

"Have you felt the baby move yet?" I asked rubbing her tummy.

"That'll be a while, I'm only a few weeks," she said with a laugh, but not in a mean way.

I leaned back and she put her feet in my lap again. "Hey you're coming to my happy hour tomorrow right?" she asked.

"I'm not sure," I said, massaging her other foot. I pretended to think. "I might need to work late."

It was a lie. I didn't like hanging out with her work friends. They were the "Populars," the Beautiful People looking like they just stepped out of a GQ or Vogue magazine cover. I didn't fit in with that crowd.

And, Jen's affairs were a well-known secret at her work. She'd gotten over people whispering and gossiping behind her back. As for me, her affairs turned me on. But it put me in an awkward position at her work functions. It was embarrassing, all her co-workers knowing she was fucking other guys behind my back.

"Come on," she said poking my chest with her toe. "We'll stay for just a little while. Then we'll go to dinner. Just us."

"I'll meet you at the restaurant," I suggested.

"Come on party poop," she said. She ran her foot up my chest, to my face, pressing her toes against my cheek. My pulse quickened feeling the silk of her nylons.

Then she curled her toes so the thin nylon seam running across her toes scraped across my cheek. "You'll have fun, I promise," she said, smiling at me, knowing exactly how to tease me.

Later that night in bed I watched her undress. "Leave the stockings on okay?" I said as she took off her dress.

"You're so predictable," she said with a laugh.

"You look good in this," I said running my fingertips along the intricate lace of her garter belt. "When did you start wearing garter belts?"

"Just wanted to feel sexy," she said. She giggled, "I knew you wouldn't mind."

"You're always sexy baby," I said.

"You're only saying that because you're my husband," she said, the typical thing wives always say.

I went down on her and made her cum. Then I got on top of her. I lasted a good 10, 15 minutes. But I couldn't get her to cum again.

She saw my disappointment. "You'd already made me cum once baby, I couldn't cum again so fast," she said gently. But I'd often seen her cum multiple times with her lovers.

She took off the lingerie and put on my old frat t-shirt. It always made me feel good to see her wearing that, and she almost always wore it to sleep. She put on cotton VS panties too, going more for comfort than sexiness when she slept. She also put on fluffy pink socks because her feet got cold at night.

To me, this was the real Jen. Not the sexpot who wore slinky dresses, mini-skirts, seamed stockings and stiletto heels. That was the Jen the rest of the world saw, the Jen her lovers knew.

This was my Jen, the one I had all to myself. The sweet girl with innocent blue eyes who grew up a toy boy watching college football, who wore my old t-shirt and cute fluffy socks to bed. I shared the sexpot Jen with other men. I kept the real Jen all to myself.

She rolled to her side and I spooned her. I couldn't sleep though. I wondered if Jen missed having a lover. It hadn't been too long ago when she was hooking up with Tom two or three times a week.

Just the other day I'd told her I wanted to keep playing the game. Nothing turned me on more than seeing her with other men. But each time it was like a kick in the gut too, especially when she got attached to her lover.

"Are you awake baby?" she said in the darkness.

"Yeah," I said kissing the back of her head.

As if reading my mind she said, "You know the other night? Did you mean it when you said you wanted to keep playing the game?"

"I think so," I said.

She turned to look at me. "Just think so?" she asked.

"Do you want to?" I asked.

She paused, then said "Only if you want to." She reached down and felt my crotch. I was hard. She reached in and wrapped her hands around my cock.

"I was wondering if you missed having a boyfriend," I joked.

"That's not it," she said, slowly stroking me. "I know you like it when there's an emotional connection. But that's not what I'm looking for."

"Take this off," I said, and she raised her arms as I took off the t-shirt. I leaned down and kissed and sucked her nipples.

"Feels good," she purred.

I kissed her lips. "You like the emotional connection too," I said cupping her breasts.

"Yeah, but ... it's more like I can't have a physical thing without an emotional thing," she explained. "But that's not what I'm looking for."

"What then?" I said with a laugh. "A big cock?"

"Mike, come on," she said in a soft voice, leaning into me so I hugged her. "I feel slutty enough already."

"Sorry," I said immediately, hugging and kissing her. "Baby, you know you're my goddess." I kissed her again. "Then what is it?"

She paused. Then she said "I want to feel sexy."

"God Jen, you're the sexiest girl alive!" I gushed.

"I know you think so," she said with a giggle. "But I need to feel it. Like today when Alec hit on me. It made me feel sexy. And it gets you hot, and that makes me feel more sexy."

"I think I get it," I said, kissing her softly on the lips. "Have someone in mind?"

"Maybe," she said, reaching back into my shorts and stroking me again.

"Scott?" I asked. Her soft hand felt really good.

She raised an eyebrow. "You'd really be okay with that?" she said stroking me harder.

Honestly, I wasn't sure. But the idea turned me on. I put it back on her, asking, "Do you want to hook up with him again?"

She got between my legs and pulled off my shorts. Holding my cock, she licked the underside of my shaft. Then she took me into her mouth. She bobbed up and down a few times. Then she looked at me over my cockhead. "I think you want me too," she said.

"Do you want to?" I pressed.

After a moment she admitted, "Maybe. He's a great lover. Allie can't get enough of him." She grinned at me. "Maybe we'll do another threesome." She took me into her mouth again, bobbing up and down.

"I'd like to see that," I said excitedly. I'd love to see Allie's body again. I had mixed feelings about her as a person, but her body was incredible. I'd loved to see her with Jen again, and to see Scott fuck them both with his big cock.

"I bet you would," Jen said taking me out of her mouth. Her lips were wet. Stroking my cock with one hand, she reached her other into her panties and rubbed herself. "Maybe I'll get a tattoo for Scott. He'd love that."

"Jen ..." I moaned.

"I know you hate tattoos. But if you give me to Scott again he'd insist I get one." She stroked me faster.

I couldn't breathe. I felt about to explode.

"What do you think of that Mike? Are you sure you want to give me to Scott again?" she said. I could tell she was rubbing herself furiously, even as she beat me off. "He'd mark my body forever with a tattoo. Like branding me. I'd belong to him Mike."

"Oh fuck!" I cried, my body convulsing in an orgasm. Moments later Jen came too, moaning and her body shuddering.

Later as we calmed down, Jen snuggled into my arms and giggled. "God we have the wildest fantasies!" she said delightedly.

"Yeah," I said laughing back.

I wanted to ask if it was real, or all just pillow talk. She wouldn't get a tattoo without asking me. I was sure of that. But what about everything else? Was she really considering getting together with Scott again?

She read my mind. She put a finger to my lips, stopping my unspoken question. "Let's see what happens, okay?" She kissed me, then rolled over. I spooned her, and we fell asleep.

I arrived late to the happy hour. I spotted her immediately. It was always easy to find my wife -- just look for the biggest cluster of guys.

I paused before joining the party. They had dress down Fridays at her office, so she was dressed casually. Her jeans were so tight they looked painted on -- I think they call them jeggings. They really showed off her great ass and shapely legs. She wore a trim tailored white blouse and black stiletto heels. Her long legs seemed to go on forever in the high heels. With her long blonde hair and bubbly, pretty face, she looked achingly beautiful. How could she think she wasn't hot? But she'd always been kind of insecure, now more so because of the pregnancy.

She was being her normal social butterfly self, laughing and talking to everyone. I approached and she saw me. "Fashionably late, as usual," she said with a crooked grin.

She kissed me hello and squeezed my hand. We chatted with people around us. She wasn't drinking of course. When people asked, she said she had a little headache so was just hanging.

Then she was off mingling with other people. That's how she was, my social butterfly. I chatted with a few people, keeping my eye on her.

At one point I saw her talking with Scott. She has this way of giving you all her attention, like you're the only person in the world. That's how she was treating him. Looking into his eyes, laughing at his jokes, touching his hands and arms as they spoke. It took me back to when they dated. Back then, if the three of us were together, I always felt like a third wheel.

After a while I was standing by myself, alone. I didn't know anyone well. I saw Allie and she saw me, but we didn't talk. We put up with each other because of Jen, but by unspoken agreement we avoided each other whenever possible.

Jen didn't look at me, her attentions focused on Scott. I eventually drifted off, feeling hurt and jealous, but aroused too. I went to the bar and ordered a scotch. I'd almost finished it when I felt her hand on my arm. She leaned into me. "Hey you," she said. "Here's where you disappeared to."

"How's Scott?" I asked.

"Freaking awesome," she said smiling. The she saw the cloud over my face. "You said I could, right?" she asked.

"I didn't think it'd happen so fast," I said.

"Do you want me to stop?" she asked. She leaned in closer, so our bodies touched. She felt my erection and knew my answer. "Are you almost ready to go?"

"Yeah."

"I'll be back in a little bit," she said.

"How long?"

She looked at my almost empty glass. She caught the bartender's eye. Giving him a smile, she lightly tapped the rim of my glass with her finger. The bartender immediately refilled my glass, grinning at her. She smiled thanks at the bartender, then said to me "I'll be back before you finish this," she promised, giving me a peek on the cheek.

Was she going to invite Scott to our place? I was heady with excitement. Anxious too. It's not like Scott and I were on the best of terms. But my lust was overwhelming my good sense.

To my surprise, Jen didn't go back to Scott. Instead, she walked up to a guy I didn't know. He was part of a different group, not Jen's Populars. I could tell he was her type though. Tall and good looking, broad shouldered. He radiated charm and confidence.

They talked and laughed a while, then disappeared into the back bar. That embarrassed me, my wife disappearing with another man, her co-workers glancing over at me. She was gone for over ten minutes. I was starting to get worried when she reappeared. She was alone. "Ready Freddie?" she said hugging my arm. We said our goodbyes and left.

"I thought you wanted to hook up with Scott?" I said, part relieved, part disappointed.

"Can't make it easy for him," she said flippantly.

Waiting for a taxi, I asked "Where do you want to go for dinner?"

"I'm not really hungry," she said.

I looked at her. For the first time I noticed her heavy lidded eyes, her flushed cheeks. She had her cum face on.

"Who was that guy?" I asked.

"Alec," she said. "The guy from IT? I told you about him."

"What did you do in the back bar?" I asked, remembering it was dark back there and had a lot of nooks, offering a lot of privacy. I looked from Jen's face to her chest. My heart stopped. "Baby, you missed a button," I said. The second button was inside the third button hole. "How far did he get with you?" I asked excitedly, fixing her blouse.

"Not too far," Jen said. Far enough to unbutton her blouse, I thought. My cock was so hard it hurt.

"He works fast," I said. "You only met him yesterday."

"He's transferring to our London office," she said.

"When?" I said surprised.

"He leaves tomorrow," Jen said. "We talked a lot today." She fiddled with the buttons of my shirt. "I told him about us. A little anyway."

That surprised me. But then, he was leaving tomorrow, so it had to be tonight. "What'd he say?"

"He thinks it's cool. Demented but cool." she said with a giggle, still playing with my shirt. "He's nice. I like him."

I had to make a snap decision. My little head was definitely controlling my big head at this point. "Do you want to invite him over?"

"I already did," she said looking a little guilty. "I said I had to check with you though."

"You want him?" I asked.

She nodded. "He's really cute. I like him." She looked up at me expectantly.

"Okay," I said with a nod. "How will we do this?"

"He's waiting. I just need to text him." She reached into her purse for her iPhone. "It was better to leave separately anyway. We can taxi home together."

Jen sat between me and Alec in the taxi. It was awkward for all 3 of us. He and I talked across her about his new job in London. He was talking over as IT manager there. He seemed like an okay guy.

At home I got everyone drinks. Alec a beer, and wine for me and Jen. We sat on the sofa, Jen between us. The awkwardness continued. I realized why. With her other lovers, she knew them really well before things got physical. But she'd only really met Alec yesterday. She didn't know how to start.

I put my arm around her. She leaned into me and looked up into my eyes. I lowered my head and kissed her. We made out right next to Alec.

She put her arms around me as we kissed. I moved my hand between our bodies and cupped her breast. I was tempted to unbutton her blouse. But I wanted to see Alec undress her.

I felt her body stiffen. I looked over her shoulder and saw Alec had moved close. He was kissing her neck and fondling her ass.

I pulled away. Jen turned, and then she was kissing Alec.

I moved to the chair to give them more room, and also have a better place to watch. From her cheeks I could tell his tongue was in her mouth. His hands had replaced mine on her breasts.

They kissed for long minutes, finally pulling away. Both were gasping. He unbuttoned her blouse. Then he reached under her and expertly unsnapped her bra. He pushed the bra up, revealing her small perfect breasts. "I've wanted to see these for a long time," he said gazing at her perky tits.
Then he remembered I was there, looking my way. He looked wary and unsure.

Jen tenderly took his head in her hands and turned his face to look at her. "He's okay with this," she assured him. He looked at me.

"Yeah, it's okay," I said nodding to him.

He nodded back. Jen put her arms around his neck and pulled him down. She closed her eyes and moaned as he took her nipple into his mouth.

They moved to our bedroom. Jen helped him undress. He had a lean muscular body and an impressive cock.

She got on the bed and he worked on her jeans. They were so tight it took some effort but he eventually got them off, as well as her thong panties. "God you've got a great body!" he gushed looking her up and down.

"So do you mister," she said running her hands over his well-defined chest. She guided him to lie on his back. She got between his legs, talking his shaft in her hand. She was on her knees on the bed, holding his cock. She looked over at me. I was still standing. "Sit there baby," she said pointing. I moved the chair closer and sat down.

She moved her long blonde hair aside, and then went down on him. He was big. She bopped on the top of his cock while stroking his shaft with her hands. My mind flashed back to London, where I watched Stacy go down on Darren. Stacy easily went down on Darren, deep throating him even, like a porn star.

Jen wasn't nearly as skilled with Alec, who was big but not as big as Darren. That's not to say she didn't give good head. But with Jen, I think a big part of the excitement for a guy was watching her really pretty, sweet face bobbing on your cock. Stacy was cute, but Jen was way prettier and her blonde hair and blue eyes gave her an innocent air.

Jen let Alec's cock fall from her mouth. Her lips and hands were wet with saliva and Alec's precum. Still slowly stroking his cock, she looked at me.

She let him go and walked over to me. On the way she stepped back into her black high heels. She straddled my lap. "Having fun?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said my heart pounding.

"My hands are all sticky," she said with a giggle, spreading her fingers wide.

"You can wipe your hands on my shirt," I said.

She smiled and wiped her hands on my button down shirt. Then she put her arms around my neck and kissed me. I could taste Alec's muskiness as we kissed and tongued each other.

"Take off your clothes," she said, unbuttoning my shirt. She saw the alarm in my eyes. I didn't want Alec to see my shaved cock and balls. Reading my mind, she whispered "You can leave your boxers on."

She helped me take off my shirt. Then I stood and took off my pants and socks.

She got back on the bed. Alec was sitting up. She straddled his lap and smiled into his face. "Miss me?" she said. Then she wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed.

They made out like that for a while, kissing and touch. They made out a long time as I stood there in just my shorts, watching.

Then she whispered something into his ear. He whispered something back. They giggled and whispered back and forth, like familiar lovers, like I wasn't there. I felt the familiar pangs of jealousy, of being ignored, of being a third wheel.

I moved to leave. Sometimes it got too intense for me, I needed a break. I'd leave them alone a while to regroup. But Jen turned to me and said "Where you going Mike?" She wore an impish smile. She patted the edge of the bed. "Sit here," she said.

I sat, so close I could touch her. They kissed and petted again, and then Alec moved her to her back. He kissed down her body, worshipping her breasts and tonguing her belly button. He licked her clit a little, but didn't spend much time there. He moved down and she opened her legs for him.

The thought of condom flashed through my mind. It was an automatic reaction.

Alec read my mind. "I'm clean man, I swear," he said. He looked at Jen. "You're on birth control, right?"

Jen looked at me, allowing me to make the decision.

I nodded to Alec, and he grinned appreciatively.

He pressed his cockhead between her pussy lips. I watched Jen's face as he pushed into her. Her eyelids fluttered and her mouth made a small O as he penetrated her.

I heard him gasp, "God you're tight!" He leaned down on his elbows and kissed her as he pushed more of his cock in.

"You feel really good!" Jen gushed looking into his eyes.

"Your pussy feels incredible!" he gushed back.

He started moving back and forth, fucking her. They kissed for a while, then he leaned back panting with excitement. He put her long legs on his shoulders and sweat formed on his forehead as he fucked her harder and faster.

He fucked her that way for long minutes. Then they paused, both of them gasping. He let her legs fall from his shoulders. Her legs were open for him, his cock inside her, the stilettos of her high heels digging into the mattress. He started fucking her again, taking long slow strokes.

I'd been sitting on the edge of the bed, my hand inside my shorts, stoking myself as I watched them fuck. All her attention was on him, and the wonderful things her new lover was doing to her body.

She looked at me. "Kiss me baby," she said reaching for me.

I leaned in to kiss her lips. But she took my head, stopping me.

"No, I want you to kiss me down there," she said, pushing my head towards her pussy where Alec was slowly long stroking her.

I resisted. I looked at Alec. He gave me a whatever look. I looked back at my wife.

She pushed my head towards her pussy again. "Lick my clit while Alec fucks me Mike," she insisted.

Her hands pushed my shoulders down towards her pussy, where Alec was fucking her with his big thick cock. I resisted again. Then I gave into it.

I lowered my head and licked the side of Jen's clit away from Alec. Jen moaned at the first touch of my touch on her clit. "God that feels sooo good!" she groaned.

Alec fucked Jen harder and faster. She pushed my head further down. "Harder Mike, harder!" she urged me. When I resisted she cried irritably, "Mike come on do it!"

I let her move my head closer to Alex. Now I was licking the top of her clit. My licks were tentative, just the tip of my tongue, trying to keep my distance from Alec's shaft moving in and out of her pussy.

Jen grabbed my hair and pressed my head down against her pussy. "God Mike, harder, come on, lick me harder!" she insisted.

My face was smashed against her pussy. I licked harder now, with the flat of my tongue. I felt Alec's six pack press against my cheek on each powerful inward thrust. Worst, I was licking her so hard, his long thick cock slid over the flat of my tongue as he moved back and forth.

"Yeah, yeah, like that, yeah," Jen said like a chant. I glanced sideways and saw she'd risen on her elbows and was looking at me licking her. I was horrified knowing she could see Alec's cock sliding over my tongue as he moved in and out of her. It was like I was licking him!

I was about to pull away. She seemed to read my mind though. She said, "Keep doing that Mike, just like that, I'm almost there, don't you dare stop!"

I kept licking her. Inside I tried to convince myself, "I'm licking my wife's clit, not Alec's cock," even as his cock slid back and forth over my tongue.

Alec fucked her harder and faster. Even as he pounded her Jen stayed on her elbows, watching me lick her pussy.

Then the worst thing happened.

I think it was an accident. I don't think Alec meant to do it. But it was bad.

On an outward thrust, his cock fell out of Jen's pussy. He slammed forward without realizing it. His slick cock grazed off her pussy lips, brushed over her clit, and hit my tongue.

And entered my mouth.

Three things happened almost instantaneously.

I pulled back, repulsed, anxiously looking at Jen to see if she'd seen.

Alec pulled back, as horrified as me.

And Jen exploded in an orgasm.

Both Alec and I watched as her body shuddered and convulsed. My tongue and his cock were gone from her pussy, so she frantically rubbed herself to finish off her orgasm.

We watched as she panted to catch her breath, her hand slowing down until she was just slowly rubbing gentle circles over her clit.

"Sorry dude," Alec said to me.

My head was spinning. What had just happened? Had Jen seen his cock in my mouth? What did she think of me?

I needed to be with her, alone. I needed to talk to her. I needed to know. Did she still respect me as a man?

But before I could say anything, Alec moved forward and pushed back into her pussy. They started fucking again.

Jen looked at me. She read my mind. "We're almost done Mike," she said. "Wait outside, okay? I'll come and get you."

I left the bedroom and walked to the family room. Staggered really. I listlessly sat on the sofa. I was still in my shorts. They felt wet, so I looked down. I'd cum without even touching myself.

I'd left the bedroom door open. I could easily hear their sounds of fucking. Alec had good stamina, lasting a long time. I was pretty sure I heard Jen cum again. Finally, after about 20 minutes of hard fucking, Alex grunted and came.

Jen called me, so I went into the bedroom. She was in the bed, under the covers. Alec was up putting on his pants. "I told Alec he could spend the night, is that okay?" she asked me.

"Yeah," I said still feeling numb.

"Your wife is fucking awesome!" Alex said to me with a big appreciative grin. He gave me a knuckle butt as he left for our guest room. He closed the door on his way out.

Jen held up the covers for me. "Come here baby," she said.

I got in next to her. The room reeked of sex and the sheets were wet. Reading my mind, she said "I can change the sheets."

"That's okay," I said. I couldn't wait for that, I needed her in my arms. I reached for her and she snuggled into my arms.

"So ..." she prompted.

"He seems like a nice guy," I said.

"Yeah, he's nice, I like him," she said. "Sorry I didn't warn you. When he told me he was leaving for London tomorrow, he seemed perfect."

"Perfect?"

"Yeah," Jen said. "You know, for a hook up. I can't exactly screw guys I work with."

"What about Scott and Tom?"

"They're different," she said. "Scott's a director like me. And Tom's a contractor."

"Okay," I said dubiously. I didn't see her logic. But sometimes Jen had her own way of looking at things. "Have fun?"

"Um ... yeah!" she giggled, rolling her eyes. "I thought it might be weird. You know, being pregnant ..."

"Yeah, I get it," I said my hands moving to her tummy. "It was okay?"

"Yeah," she said. "It made me feel naughty ... and sexy." She saw the cloud over my face. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," I lied.

"I know what's wrong. Sorry Mike. You haven't cum yet." She reached into my shorts. Then she felt the wetness. "Oh, you did already," she giggled.

I was hard again, and she stroked me. "What did you like most tonight?" She giggled. "Your pregnant wife acting like a slut?"

"You're not a slut Jen," I assured her. I ran my hands over her tummy again. "To be honest, while you guys were fucking I wasn't thinking about you being pregnant."

"I'm not showing yet," she said.

"Yeah."

"So what got you so excited?" she asked. "You came in your shorts." She looked at me with a knowing smile.

"Jen ... did you see --."

"His cock in your mouth? Yeah, I saw it." She kissed me. "It's okay baby. It was hot."

"Jen, I'm not gay," I said distressed.

"I know you're not baby," she assured me. "I'm not a lesbian either, but you liked me with Allie and Keri."

"It's different with guys," I insisted.

"Yeah right," she said rolling her eyes. "Did you like it?" she asked.

"No!" I said immediately.

She giggled. "That's what made it hot."

"Jen ..." I said still distressed.

She pulled off my shorts and straddled my lap, guiding me into her. She felt loose and wet. Reading my mind she said "He came a lot." She rocked up and down on me.

Despite its looseness her pussy felt incredible. But I was still bothered. We needed to talk about this. I said "Jen --" but she cut me off with a finger to my lips.

"I don't think less of you, if that's what you're worried about," she assured me. "You know how you have wild fantasies?" she asked her rocking becoming more urgent, leaning into me so my cock rubbed against her clit. "I do too."

"You want me to do it with a guy?" I asked horrified.

"No," she said. This talk was getting her excited. She had her cum face on again.

"Then what?"

"I want to keep playing the game," she said excitedly. "It makes me feel sexy!"

Her eyes were sparkling. She added, "And I want you to be my cucky." She kissed me to take any sting out of it.

"Your cuckold?" I said, shocked.

"Yeah, it gets me so hot! I can't explain why but it does!" she said rocking me harder, close to an orgasm. She added in a mocking tone, "You already are you know. I'm pregnant with another man's baby." Her breathing had become labored. "I fucked another man on our wedding night Mike. You've been my cucky for a while. I know that turns you on."

She wrapped her arms around my neck and pulled me close. "I know it does," she breathed hotly in my ear. "Admit it, you love being my cuckold."

We came, both of us at the same time. Then we collapsed onto the bed, our bodies intertwined. Eventually we untangled. She put on my old frat t-shirt, VS panties and fluffy cotton socks, and I put on boxers. Then she snuggled back into my arms, inviting me to hold her. I put my arms around her. She nuzzled her head into the crook of my neck and fell asleep.

I couldn't sleep though. I stared off into the darkness for a long time.