All In My Head Ch. 04

Jen decided to take the day off. She wanted to buy a new outfit and make dinner for him. Normally I cooked because she liked to work out after work.

I offered to take off too and spend the day with her. She thought about it, and then shook her head no. “No, I don’t think Scott would like that.” To take the sting out of it, she added “Come home around 5, and you can help me pick out what to wear.”

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Of course this made me jealous, but all our talking helped me deal with it. I started thinking about her infatuation with him like a roller coast. It was dangerous and scary, but it’d eventually be over so enjoy the ride.

I found out later they talked at least a half dozen times during the day. More laughing and easy banter, a lot of excited talking about the upcoming evening, but also talking about their shared interests of music, travel, the outdoors, and theater. Scott liked to gamble so he taught Jen the rules of craps. Jen liked modern art so she talked to Scott about her favorite museums.

These were the discussions that got me most concerned. If it had been just sex that wouldn’t have been so bad. But they were making a real connection, developing a real relationship. The potential for something deep was greater with Scott than Ricky, because Scott was smarter and more well rounded than Ricky, so Jen could really relate to him on an intellectual level.

When I got home at 5 I was surprised to already see Scott there. They were sitting on the sofa with his arm around her, and she leaned into him with the easy comfort of a girlfriend with her boyfriend. She got up and kissed me. “Hi baby.”

I decided not to go into why he was there so early. We could talk about that later. I shook his hand. It was awkward, but what else could I do?

There were two pizza boxes on the table. That didn’t surprise me, Jen hates to cook, so she’d ordered pizza. But the dinner menu was the last thing on my mind.

I’d expect her to be wearing a slinky dress or super short skirt. But instead she wore skinny jeans, an off-the-shoulder top and high heels. Super sexy, but casual. He was dressed casual too (although he looked like he’d just stepped out of a GQ cover). I felt overdressed in my suit and was thinking about changing when Jen asked if she could talk to me. She guided me to the kitchen.

“Why’s he here so early?” I asked.

“We were talking so much on the phone it was just easier for him to be here,” she giggled. “I’ll tell you more about it later. Don’t worry, we haven’t started without you.”

“Okay,” I said, not knowing how else to respond. “You look amazing by the way.”

She smiled at me. “Thanks baby.” Then she whispered. “Did you get condoms?”

My jaw dropped. Not really, but that’s how I felt. “He didn’t bring any?”

“I don’t know, and I don’t want to start and find out he doesn’t have any.” I remembered what happened in the Hamptons. She’d wanted to fuck him but he didn’t have any condoms. She didn’t want that disappointment tonight. “Can you go get some?”

“I guess so.”

“Thanks!” she said appreciatively. “I promise we won’t start without you.”

I went to the drugstore down the street. We hadn’t talked about birth control. Honestly this had been an emotional whirlwind and I hadn’t thought about it. But this was a major big deal. We’d been thinking about starting a family, and decided to just let God decide. So Jen wasn’t on the pill right now. And she grew up Catholic, so a morning after pill much less an abortion was out of the question. I didn’t trust Scott to pull out. The asshole would probably get off making my girl pregnant, it would be the ultimate victory.

I got the largest condoms they had. I couldn’t believe I was buying condoms for another man to fuck my wife.

I decided at that moment I was going to fuck Jen as much as possible from that moment on, to get her pregnant. That would surely end this thing with Scott, whatever the “thing” was. Once she had a baby to love and care for, surely her urges for other men would go away, right?

I’d convince her to quit her job and become a stay-at-home mom. I made more than enough, and I was in line for a lot of promotions. We’d talked about having a big family, 3 or 4 kids. I’d keep her barefoot and pregnant as long as possible.

We’d move out of the city, getting her away from all the male vultures who hit on her all the time. She’d still get hit on, but I liked my chances better with grocery clerks and other suburban husbands and dads who (like me) didn’t look like GQ models.

There were still my demented cuckold fantasies to deal with. But I’d get counseling or something to control it. I swore to myself that Scott would be the last man (other than me) who would get a piece of my wife. He would be the last! We just needed to make it past Scott and this would be over.

When I got back Scott had his arms around Jen and they were making out. His hands were fondling her. Her hands were around his neck. She heard me and stopped. She pulled away from Scott and kissed me. “We were just kissing.” She took the condoms from me. “Thanks.”

She moved towards our bedroom, no doubt to put the condoms in the nightstand. She kissed Scott on the top of his head. “Back in a flash,” she said to him. That kiss — the one of affection — hurt more than the making out I’d seen.

She came out with a plastic bag. “I got this from someone at work,” she said grinning. It was weed. I wondered who she got it from. Probably Allie.

“I’m out of practice,” she giggled to Scott handing him the bag. He expertly rolled some joints. He lit it and offered it to Jen’s lips. “Here you go Jenny Sue,” he said smiling. Her middle name was Susan. Jennifer Susan Andrews. She hated being called Jenny, but she smiled when he said it.

He held the joint to her lips. She took a long drag, inhaling the sweet smoke deep into her lungs. She rolled her head back as the warmth spread through. “That’s really good,” she gushed.

“You look sexy as hell with your lips on a cigarette,” he admired.

“You think so huh?” she said smiling into his eyes.

He took a long drag. “Yeah, that’s definitely good shit.” He offered the joint to her lips again. “Ready for another hit?”

She was about to take it when she stopped and looked at me. “Um, Mike, so you want some?”

I really didn’t. I don’t like the idea of mind altering drugs, even something as harmless as pot. I guess sometimes I can get a holier than thou attitude about it. But I remembered what she’d said about the karaoke. “Definitely,” I said.

She looked a little surprised, but pleased to. That made me feel good, I’d made the right call. I took the joint and did as they’d done, a long drag and inhaling into my lungs. I’d smoked weed before but I certainly wasn’t an expert. I ended up with a major coughing fit. Scott laughed. Jen punched him but it was playful and she laughed a little too. Whatever.

We passed the joint around, and then another. We stopped at two, by then we were all buzzed. I felt really relaxed. Probably that’s why Jen did it.

Scott pulled Jen into his arms and kissed her. She kissed back, and then they were major making out. Scott caressed behind her ear and down her neck as he kissed her, making her moan into his mouth. He’d already found her sensitive spots. He kissed down her neck and along her bare shoulders. He cupped and fondled her breasts through her top.

He broke away to pull off his shirt. I could tell Jen was really impressed with his chest and arms. As they kissed again she caressed him as he caressed her.

He cupped and pressed his hand against her mound and she moaned. She followed his lead by rubbing him through his pants. As if by mutual silent agreement, they stopped touching each other’s intimate parts, not wanting to rush the pleasure. They tenderly kissed and whispered to each other. After a while Scott got up, and then he helped her to her feet. She still had all her clothes on, even her high heels. They embraced and kissed some more. He whispered something to her, and she whispered back. Then she nodded. They kissed again and he walked half way to our bedroom, and then stood there waiting for her.

Jen came to me. “Mike, can you give us a little time alone?” she asked. “Just because it’s the first time.”

What could I say? “Alright,” I said. I added, “He has to use a condom”

“I’ll remember,” she promised. “I’ll come and get you in a little bit.”

She gave me a kiss on the lips, and then went back to Scott. He put his arm around her. She put her arm around him and they walked into our bedroom. As he closed the door, Scott gave me the smuggest look.

I stood motionless for a long time. My heart was broken and my cock rock hard. How was that combination even possible? I couldn’t help myself. I moved close to the bedroom door. Apartment walls in New York City are thin.

I heard whispers and kissing. A lot of kissing. I heard moans. I distinctly heard Jen say “God you’re so big.” It came out like a groan. I think that’s when he penetrated her for the first time.

Later I heard her say “you feel so good.” She said that a lot to him. That’s when he was fucking her. Jen squealed and grunted and moaned. He was fucking her really good. She never made sounds like that when I fucked her.

I heard when she came. She said “Oh god you’re making me cum!” Her moans became urgent and helpless. I heard her gasp “Oh gaaaaaaaawd.” A little later I heard her say “Oh my god you’re freaking amazing!”

Then I heard more kissing and whispering. Then after a bit it started all over again. He made her cum again. And then again? No, that wasn’t possible. She couldn’t cum three times in so short of time. But maybe she did. Maybe it’d been so long since she’d got fucked really good he was able to make her cum three times.

Then I heard Scott cum. I think maybe they switched positions and Jen got on top. “That feels real good,” he said. I knew what she was doing. She was squeezing her pussy as she moved up and down on his shaft. She did it with me and it never failed to make me cum.

His moans became more urgent and constant. I heard shuffling on the bed as he put her back into the missionary position so he could really fuck the shit out of her. His moans became raw and primal and I heard the bed slam against the wall over and over again.

“I’m fucking cumming!” he cried.

“Oh yeah cum in me baby cum inside me!” Jen urged him.

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I heard a massive long primal moan from him, and then another, and another. He was cumming inside my wife. I prayed to god she’d made him wear a condom. I prayed to god the condom hadn’t fallen off or broken.

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