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Consequences Pt. 01
Jen sat next to Mike one leg under her. “You’re okay?” she asked, looking into his eyes.
“I think so,” Mike said.
“Just think so?” she asked. She snuggled into his arm. She grimaced self-reproachfully. “I feel so stupid.”
“The game’s dangerous,” he said.
“I know, but … I should’ve made Tom wear a condom.”
“The game’s dangerous,” Mike repeated. “That’s part of the excitement, right?”
“So … if I’m really pregnant?” she tentatively asked.
Mike knew abortion or putting the baby up for adoption were out of the question for his wife. Either would tear her apart. He’d signed up for this when he encouraged her to play the game. They’d played with fire and now he had to deal with the consequences.
“We’ve talked about starting a family,” he said.
Jen’s eyes grew hopeful. “So you’re okay with … with everything?”
Mike knew she meant “with the baby maybe being Tom’s.” He pulled her close. “Yes, with everything,” he promised.
“I don’t deserve you, you know?” she said leaning into his arms.
He hugged her. “Tom’s out of the picture, right?” he asked.
“That’s completely over,” she assured him, hugging him tighter. She noticed he was hard. She rubbed him.
“Sorry, my head’s all over the place about this,” he said sheepishly, his cheeks going red.
“Don’t be embarrassed, I get it,” she said softly, rubbing his hard-on. She knew he had wild fantasies. They both did. She took him out, lowered her head and went down on him.
The next day Jen hesitantly entered her church.
“Jennifer!” Father Nathaniel said with a big smile. They hugged hello. “I haven’t seen you and Michael for some time.”
“I’m sorry Father,” Jen apologized, embarrassed. “We’ve been kinda busy. Um … can I talk to you?”
“Of course,” Father Nathaniel said inviting her into his office. “How can I help you Jennifer?” he asked, concerned. After over 30 years of being a minister, he could tell when something serious was up with one of his flock.
Jen didn’t know how to begin, so she got right to the point. “Um, well, I was just wondering how the Church feels about abortion,” she stammered.
Father Nathaniel took her hands. “c***d, are you pregnant?” he asked.
“I don’t know,” she said. Then she admitted “I might be.”
“Then why on Earth are you considering abortion?” he asked. “The last time we spoke, you and Michael talked about starting a family.”
“It’s just …” Jen started. She looked away, shamefaced.
Father Nathaniel read her face. He’d been around the block many times with his flock, and instantly knew what was going on. “I see,” he said, his tone judgmental. “Well Jennifer, the Church’s position hasn’t changed. Every life is sacred, a baby’s most of all. So abortion’s a sin.”
“Okay,” Jen said, her cheeks red with shame. She wanted to crawl into a hole and die. She moved to get up.
Father Nathaniel squeezed her hands, holding her in the chair. “And how are you and Michael?” he asked.
“We’re okay, I think,” she said.
“He knows?” Father Nathaniel asked. “You’ve told him everything?”
“Yes,” Jen assured him.
“That’s good,” Father Nathaniel said nodding. “Honesty is good. Confession is good.” He gave her a warm encouraging smile. “I’ll tell you something Jennifer. We’re human. We all sin. But God and his son Jesus Christ will forgive our sins, if we confess them with a pure heart.”
The next week, Mike went to the store and bought a pregnancy test. At home, Jen hesitantly went into the bathroom. A few moments later she came out, tears rolling down her cheeks. Mike looked at the slim white stick. There were two blue lines in the small display. She was pregnant.
Jen wept and Mike pulled her into his arms. “Shhhh, it’s okay,” he said kissing her.
“I’m sorry Mike!” she sobbed into his chest.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” he said hugging her into his chest. Even as he comforted her, his head spun, thoughts bouncing wildly though his head. She was pregnant. They were going to have a baby. The baby probably wasn’t his. She’d let another man impregnate her!
His head and heart were in turmoil, doubts abounded. Fathering another man’s c***d. Could he really do it? Could he love and nurture another man’s baby?
But he loved Jen. They’d played the game. She’d done only what he wanted her to do. He couldn’t toss her out now. If he did, what kind of man would he be? He loved her, adored her even. Could he live without her?
She sensed his turmoil. “You still love me right?” she asked hugging him tighter. She felt his hard-on. She knew his fantasies, knew he was conflicted. She wanted him inside her. She didn’t care why he was aroused, she needed the connection with him.
She pulled him down on her, kissing him, tonguing him, pulling his hands down to her long legs. He pulled up her skirt and yanked off her panties. She opened her legs. She reached between them and hurriedly unbuckled his pants. She took his shaft and guided him to her pussy lips, and it felt so good when he pushed in, not sexual pleasure so much, more like love, his confirmation that he still loved her.
He fucked her frantically and came after just moments. She didn’t cum — she hadn’t gotten close really — but she didn’t care, she just wanted to feel him inside her, feel the connection.
Later they snuggled in bed on their sides, looking at each other. “You’re really okay with this?” she asked. “If you want, I can … I mean … there’s abortion …”
Mike put a finger to her lips. “You don’t believe in that. I don’t either.”
“You’re sure?” she asked softly.
“Yeah …” he said. “I mean … I’m still getting used to the idea … but I guess I knew this might happen.”
“Yeah …” she agreed, her eyes downcast.
She felt his hard cock pressing against her. “Already?” she said with a giggle. He went red embarrassed. “It’s okay, I get it,” she assured him, knowing his fantasies.
“You must think I’m so perverted,” he said
“No I don’t,” she said. “Your fantasies kinda turn me on,” she admitted with a smile. She thought back to the crazy fantasies she’d had lately involving him.
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t know,” she said. She didn’t want to get into it. “It’s kinda hard to explain.” She snuggled into him. “Hold me okay?” she asked, and he held her. Later they made love again.
The next day Allie stepped into Jen’s office. “Well?” she asked, closing the door. She knew the answer by the look on her face. “God Jen,” she said, hugging her friend.
“Mike’s okay with it?” she asked.
“Yeah,” Jen said. “So far at least.”
“Have you thought about abortion? Or adoption?”
“I’ve thought about it,” Jen said. “It could be Mike’s you know.”
“You really think so?” Allie asked skeptically. “You and Mike never use condoms, right? And it’s not like this is the first time you spazzed on the pill. But you never got pregnant with Mike before. Anyway, haven’t you mostly been doing it with Tom?”
“That’s over,” Jen insisted.
“I’m just saying …” Allie said.
“I don’t know,” Jen said looking down, disheartened. “You can’t tell anyone I’m pregnant, especially Scott. I don’t want Tom finding out.”
“He’ll find out eventually,” Allie said.
“I just don’t want to deal with him now.”
“I get it,” Allie said. She saw concern cross her best friend’s face. “What’s wrong?”
Looking worried, Jen said “I hope Mike doesn’t change his mind. About being okay with everything.”
The next week after work Jen went to the gym. In the locker room she changed into a sports bra, cami top and black leggings. The cami’s 2 thin straps did little to hide the bra straps, and ended just below her belly button.
As she walked out of the locker room, she paused in front of a full length mirror. She looked at her flat stomach and tight ass, adjusting to look at her profile. She wondered what pregnancy would do to her body.
She did her regular yoga class, and then went to the mats to work on her abs and butt. She did lunges for her ass, and walkout planks and pushups for her abs. 45 minutes later her cami and bra were wet with sweat.
The mats were next to the weights, and she’d acquired more than a few admirers. “Looking good Jen,” Blake said. Blake was with some of his buddies, and they were all looking her up and down.
“Thanks,” Jen said toweling the perspiration from her forehead.
“Want me to spot you on some weights?” Blake asked approaching her. Sometimes they worked out together. His eyes darted down to her chest, where the wet cami and bra molded around her small shapely breasts.
“Thanks but I’m heading home after this,” Jen said.
“I’m done too, how about a drink?” Blake asked. “A group of us are going out.”
“I better get home, maybe next time,” Jen said.
Back in the locker room, Jen gathered her things. “Hi Jen,” she heard behind her.
Jen turned and saw it was Denise. “Hi Denise,” she said with a smile. They were casual gym friends. “Hot date tonight with your hubby?” Jen asked seeing Denise doing her hair and makeup.
“No, Tyler’s off with his buddies this weekend,” she said sourly. She added with a humorless laugh, “Golf, cigars and strip clubs, you know, every boy’s dream weekend.”
“Um, yeah, boys will be boys,” Jen agreed politely, sensing the tension between Denise and her husband and feeling awkward.
Denise looked Jen up and down. “God I wish I had your body,” she said, admiring Jen’s tight slim figure.
Jen glanced at Denise, dressed in just her bra and panties. Her figure wasn’t bad for a thirty-something mom. Her tummy sagged over her panties a little. Her ass was a little flabby. Her legs weren’t bad but cellulite was forming at the back of her thighs.
“I’m practically flat chested,” Jen said laughing at herself.
“Okay, I’ve got you there,” Denise chuckled with a friendly smile. She arched her back, making her big natural breasts look even bigger. “You should have seen me 10 years ago. I had the best body!” She smiled at the memory, proudly adding “Tyler couldn’t keep his hands off me.”
Then her face became melancholy. She slumped slightly. Even wearing the bra it was obvious her big breasts were beginning to sag. “Don’t get old Jen, men like tight bodies like yours,” she lamented. She wiggled into her dress and stepped into high heels. “Can you zip me?”
“Come on Denise, you’re a knockout,” Jen said encouragingly, zipping up her friend.
Denise smiled appreciatively at Jen. “I’ll tell Tyler that,” she laughed, but her eyes were sad.
As she left the gym, Jen saw Denise flirting and laughing with Blake and his friends. She was paying most of her attention to a tall blonde guy — was his name Alex? Alex was paying a lot of attention to Denise too, looking her up and down, especially at her big chest.
Denise had picked her dress well. It made her look curvy and hid all her flaws. Alex was eating her up with his eyes, and she was laughing and flirting outrageously with him.
Jen suspected Denise would end up in Alex’s bed tonight. She felt sorry for Alex and her husband Tyler. Their marriage was in trouble. They were drifting apart, cheating on each other.
Then she inwardly laughed at herself. Was her marriage any better? Mike knew about her affairs and even encouraged her, but here she was pregnant with (probably) another man’s baby.
Later at home, Mike said “I’ve got to go to London again, for Sapphire.”
Jen narrowed her eyes. “Going out with Jasmine Kelly again?” she teased. She said it with a smile, but her eyes were definitely not smiling.
“You know those newspaper pictures were BS, right?” he said. “Just society gossip nonsense.”
“Whatever,” Jen said dismissively. She’d eventually talk to Mike about this “society gossip nonsense,” but now wasn’t the time.
Later after dinner they sat on the sofa. Jen was still in her workout clothes. Sometimes she showered and changed after working out, but Mike liked it when she lounged around in her skimpy workout top and leggings.
The TV was on in the background, but they weren’t really watching it. Jen was reading a book and Mike surfing the net on his iPad.
Jen wasn’t really reading her book. Instead she was thinking about her earlier conversation with Denise. Abruptly, she put her book down and straddled Mike’s lap. He laughed when she took the iPad from him and tossed it to the side.
“Do you think I’m sexy?” she asked him.
“You know I do,” he said reaching up to cup her small perfect breasts.
She pushed his hands away, and he laughed. “What about when I’m big and fat with the baby, will you still think I’m sexy then?” she asked.
“You’ll be even sexier,” Mike said. He reached up again, and this time she didn’t stop him as he cupped her breasts and thumbed her nipples.
She crossed her arms and pulled off the cami and sports bra. Thinking of Denise, she pulled his hands back to her now naked breasts and said “What about later? My breasts might not be as pretty after breast feeding.”
“You’ll always be perfect to me,” Mike said, his eyes going from her breasts to her flat stomach. His hands followed his eyes, his fingertips caressing her firm stomach.
“I’m gonna get big you know,” she said. “My whole body’s going to change.”
“I know,” he said, his voice hoarse with excitement.
She thought again of Denise, squeezing her mature sagging body into the tight form shaping dress. “Mike, you know, right now I probably look as good as I’m ever gonna look,” she said. “I’m not always going to look this good. Girls’ bodies change. What’s gonna happen when guys stop looking at me? Will you still think I’m sexy?”
“That’ll never happen,” Mike insisted, moving to kiss her.
“Mike stop, it will,” she said pulling away from him. “Everyone gets old. Men get more charming, but women just get old.”
“Why are you worried about this, you’re only 26,” Mike said confused.
“Because I’m pregnant,” she said, feeling insecure. “And … and the baby might be Tom’s. I know you’re okay with that. I know it kinda turns you on too. But what happens when I’m not hot anymore? Are you still gonna be okay with everything?”
“You’ll always be hot,” Mike said, pulling her off his lap and onto the sofa. He got on top of her and they made out.
Panting, he whispered hotly into her ear, “You never told me about how Tom came inside you.”
“Mike … no,” she said. He wasn’t getting this at all. He wasn’t seeing her concerns and anxieties.
“Come on, baby, tell me,” he insisted.
She decided to roll with it. They could talk serious later. “Okay, but … let me on top,” she said.
They switched so Mike lay on his back and she straddled his waist. She unbuttoned his shirt and ran her nails over his chest. If she was going to do this, she was going to do this good!
“It was the last time we did it,” she recounted. “A couple days before I broke up with him.”
“Yeah?” he prompted excitedly.
“We were in his bed. He got me hot.”
“You wanted his cock?” Mike asked excitedly.
“Yeah,” she admitted.
“Okay,” Mike said prompting her to go on.
“I couldn’t remember the last time I took the pill,” she said. “I told him to use a condom, but he didn’t have any.”
“Did you?” Mike asked.
“In my purse. It was downstairs …”
“So what happened?” Mike prompted excitedly.
“We kept going,” Jen said. “He promised to pull out.”
“Why didn’t you get the condom?”
“I don’t know … he promised to pull out … it was dumb.”
“That’s okay,” Mike said, pulling her down and kissing her. As they made out, Jen snaked her hands between their bodies. She unbuckled his belt and pants, then reached her soft hand into his boxers.
“Wait,” he groaned, pushing her hand away. “I’ll cum if you touch me.” He rolled her onto her back and pulled the black tights off her long shapely legs. She was naked now except for white ankle socks. He left them on her, she looked so cute and sexy wearing them.
She shuddered as he ran a finger between her pussy lips. “What happened next?” he asked.
“He fucked me,” she said.
“Did you know it was your risky time of the month?” he asked pushing a finger into her.
“Yeah I guess,” Jen admitted with a grunt. Her face was a mix of excitement and shame. “But … he promised to pull out.”
“That’s okay,” Mike said kissing her. Still fingering her, he said “He came inside you?”
“Yeah,” Jen confessed. She quickly added “When I realized what he’d done I tried to clean up, in the shower.”
“He cums a lot though, right?” Mike asked.
“Yeah,” Jen said looking down, shamefaced.
“It’s okay,” Mike said kissing her again. Then he moved down until his head was at her pussy. He ran his fingertips over her flat tummy. “It’s Tom baby, isn’t it?”
“I’m sure it’s yours,” she assured him. She closed her eyes and moaned as he went down on her. He was so good at this. He had her writhing and clutching the sheets, and soon her back arched and her toes curled in a powerful orgasm.
He moved up her body and kissed her. She panted into his mouth, recovering from her orgasm. When she calmed down, he took his cock and guided it into her. He groaned at the pleasure of his cock inside her (still) tight pussy, so smooth and soft, like a tight velvet glove.
He began moving inside her. “It’s Tom’s baby, isn’t it?” he said looking into her eyes.
“It’s yours,” she insisted. “Remember? We had sex the night before.”
Mike leaned down and kissed her, his thrusts getting more urgent. “I didn’t cum that night,” he told her. “I was upset. I couldn’t stay hard.”
“You didn’t cum?” she asked her eyes going wide. Often he came fast and got soft, she’d assumed that’s what had happened. “Oh god Mike,” she said horrified, realizing the truth.
“It’s okay,” he said, fucking her harder. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and groped her tits as his fucking became more frantic. “Oh god!” he groaned, his back arching, and then his body spasmed as he had a thunderous orgasm.
Afterwards tears formed in Jen’s eyes and she sobbed into Mike’s chest. Mike held her tight. With his lust sated, he felt empty and lost.
They fell asleep that way. The next day Mike woke up early and packed for his trip to London. Jen joined him in the shower. They both felt melancholy. She got on her knees and went down on him.
Mike stared out the window on the flight to London. She’d let another man impregnate her. The ultimate act of cuckoldry. He loved her … he’d encouraged their game … but could he really father another man’s c***d?
He went back and forth on this. Sometimes he thought he could do it. The baby would be white. It’s not like anyone would know. Tom might say something, but most wouldn’t believe him.
But then he wondered if he could really do it. Nothing turned him on like Jen with other men. The risk of pregnancy was a big part of it. In fact, thinking about his wife REALLY pregnant with another man’s baby was making him dizzy with excitement. But this was a lifetime commitment, not a weekend hookup. It was an innocent baby after all. It wasn’t a game.
Mike’s meetings went well the next day. Potential investors traveled from all over Europe, Russia, Hong Kong and China to hear his presentation on the new, global version of Sapphire. In just a few hours Mike earned his firm over $100 million dollars in additional annual commissions. His take of that would be 10% — every year! It was too much money to imagine.
His iPhone rang in the taxi back to the hotel. He was only mildly surprised to see it was Darren. He hadn’t seen Darren since that time at the pickup bar, but they’d emailed a few times about business.
“Hey mate, I heard on the g****vine you were in London,” Darren said cheerily in his English accent. “How about dinner? It’s the least I can do after all the money my clients have made off Sapphire.”
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