[About a week later]
I arrived early. I sat down and waited. A few minutes later Jen arrived. She was early too. She sat across from me.
“Thanks for meeting with me,” Jen said.
I nodded. A big part of me had wanted to say no when she texted me. My head was still reeling and it hurt too much. But another part was curious. I wanted to know what happened.
The waitress arrived and we ordered. I got a Highland Park and Jen got white wine. We waited until the drinks arrived. I took a gulp of the scotch but Jen didn’t touch the wine. She put her feet up on the chair so her thighs were pressed against her chest. I’d see her do that many times. She did it when she was upset or nervous. At that moment she looked to be both.
She was wearing a loose top and skinny jeans, and flats. Her hair was in a pony tail and she wore no makeup. The difference between this Jen and the girl since “Scott happened” was striking. The other girl – “Jenny” – she was a confident super model who dressed to impress. But the girl across from me was a “girl-next-door” kind of girl. Still beautiful, still a head turner, but unsure, hesitant, and scared. Which was the girl I fell in loved with and married? I wasn’t sure.
After long moments, Jen finally began the story. She said “It happened when Joey moved in with us. That’s when it started.”
Her words “when it started” rang in my ears. “So you fucked him more than once?” I asked. There was anger, hurt and jealousy in my voice.
Jen seemed to wince from the harsh tone of my voice. “Yes,” she admitted.
“How many times?” I asked, my sharp voice an indictment of her infidelity.
Jen looked down, not able to meet my glare. “I don’t know,” she said.
She didn’t know. She fucked my younger brother so much, she couldn’t remember how many times.
After long moments of silence, she said “You were traveling a lot and working late, on the Sapphire project.” She quickly added “That’s no excuse. I’m just trying to explain.”
“Did it continue after he moved to the dorm?” I asked, my voice still a sharp accusation.
Jen looked down, again not able to meet my glare. “Yes,” she admitted in a whisper. She finally reached for the wine. Her hand was shaking. She gulped it all down. My glass was empty too. We ordered another round.
“Did you at least feel guilty?” I snarled at her.
“Yes,” Jen said. Her eyes were tearing up. “But ….” Her voice trailed off.
“But what?” I snapped.
Jen winced again at the anger in my voice. She wiped the tears with the back of her hand. “But I liked feeling sexy again. I liked the attention. You were busy at work. You hardly noticed me anymore. Again that’s no excuse. But I think that’s why it happened. And why I didn’t stop it.”
I was silent for a while, sipping the scotch and processing her words. I remembered that time. She was right, I was really focused on Sapphire then. I was getting accolades from a lot of people. Attention from pretty girls like Elaine. After years of being together, I took Jen for granted.
The silence and my thoughts helped to cool my anger. “Then what happened?” I asked.
“Then Scott happened,” Jen said with a shrug. “He flirted with me all the time. I told you about it, and it got you hot. All of a sudden I had your attention again. You were all over me. It was like when we first met. You encouraged me with Scott. And I think it was easier for me to go with it, because of Joey. I mean, my inhibitions were down. And you were so into it. You wanted to see me with Scott. And that kinda made me feel better about Joey. I started thinking he was part of the game too. It didn’t make it right. I’m just saying that’s how I justified it, and dealt with the guilt.”
“You’ve thought a lot about this,” I observed.
“Not at the time,” Jen admitted. “But since then I’ve had a lot of time to think.”
I nodded slowly, processing all this. “Did it continue after Scott started?” I asked.
Jen nodded yes. “Not often,” she said. “A few times.” She looked at me and said “Remember Jake?”
My eyes opened wide with shock. “That was Joey?” I asked incredulously. Jen nodded, her eyes down in shame.
“So, then what?” I asked.
“Joey found out about Scott,” Jen said. “He saw us at a bar. He got really upset. I haven’t talked to him since. Until the hospital ….”
We were silent. After a few moments, she hesitantly asked “How is he?”
“You haven’t talked to him?”
Jen shook her head no and said “Not since you told me not to.”
I looked at her, wondering if she was telling the truth. But then, why lie now? I said “He’s on chemo. The doctors are optimistic.”
Jen nodded but didn’t say anything. She looked relieved though. She said “I really sorry Mike. I’m sorry about everything. You’re such a good man and I was so bad to you. I was horrible.” There were tears in her eyes. She was on the verge of crying.
“Yes you were,” I said flatly. But my anger was gone. I was emotionally exhausted. In shock.
“So was it worth it?” I snapped at her. It was more than a question. It was an accusation, a cruel indictment of her betrayal. Were all the great fucks, the toe curling orgasms, the big dicks, the romance and NRE, were they worth our marriage?
“No,” Jen said, and then she was crying. Sobbing into her knees as she hugged her legs to her chest.
The waitress came around. “Are you okay ma’am?” she asked looking concerned.
Jen managed to stop crying. She wiped her tears with a napkin. She nodded her head at the waitress, and the waitress was discreet enough to give us space.
Jen looked at me with teary eyes and asked “Was it worth it for you?”
I looked at her. Unlike the way I snapped at her, Jen’s was a simple question. Was living my cuckold fantasy worth our marriage?
This time it was me not able to meet her gaze. I looked down at the floor and whispered “No.” We lapsed into silence again.
Eventually Jen said “I broke up with Scott. It’s over.”
I looked up at her. I was mildly surprised. But why did it matter? It didn’t change anything. I’d seen them together. They had a connection. A serious, physical and emotional connection. Jen had admitted as much. They might be broken up now, but that was only temporary. They’d eventually be back together again.
And anyway, Scott and Joe were 2 different issues. Jen tried to frame the story like one lead to the other, that it was just one thing, but that was bullshit. Even if I could believe she was done with Scott, how could I forgive her betrayal with Joe? And then there was Ronnie. Sure, that was years ago. But in the context of Scott and Joe it formed a pattern. I couldn’t trust Jen. She cheated on me before and she’d cheat again in the future. It was inevitable.
“Well, thanks for telling me,” I said, abruptly getting up. “Goodbye Jen.”
I turned to go but then Jen bolted out of her seat and rushed to me. “Mike, wait!” she said, desperation in her voice.
I turned to look at her. She looked at me. We were standing close together, almost touching. I didn’t say anything, waiting for her to say whatever she wanted to say. She seemed at a loss for words though. Finally she reached up and scratched my new beard, under my chin. “I really like this,” she said with a grin.
I managed a grin back, but it was forced, just like hers. Then I turned and left.
Jen was in in her small apartment in Chelsea looking out the window, at the skyline of New York. Then there was a knock on the door. Her heart leaped thinking it was Mike. But when she opened the door it was Scott.
“What do you want Scott?” Jen asked, looking warily at him with the chain still on the door.
“Let me in Jenny,” Scott said. “I just want to talk. Come on, you owe me that much.”
Jen pursed her lips as she looked at Scott. Finally she shrugged and took off the chain.
Scott was carrying a bag. He took out 2 beers, offering one to Jen. Jen shrugged and took it, saying “Just one.” Scott shrugged a whatever back.
“So tell me what’s going on Jenny,” Scott said. “I thought we had something good. I thought you were happy. Then all of a sudden it’s over. What happened?”
“Scott, you’re fun. You’re exciting. You’re awesome in bed,” Jen said. “But living for the moment isn’t living. There’s no future in that.”
“I won’t be like that forever,” Scott promised. “Okay, I get you, you’re right, I need to grow up. Marry me and I’ll grow up. I’ll change. I promise.”
“Scott, no,” Jen said, her pretty face strained as she heard the pleading in Scott’s voice.
“Why not?” Scott asked. He held his hands out to her. “We love each other. You love me Jenny. You say it all the time.”
Jen winced at Scott’s words. Because it was true. She had told him she loved him. Many times. “God this is so fucked up,” she whispered, putting her head in her hands.
Scott saw an opening. He moved over to the pretty blonde. He pressed his body against Jen’s and brushed her long blonde hair to the other side, exposing her beautiful face. He kissed up her neck to below her ear. “Come on,” he said, whispering into her ear as he nuzzled her neck. “We love each other. We’re perfect for each other. Don’t break us up.”
Scott kissed Jen’s lips. As he did, he worked her body with his hands. By now he knew all of her erogenous zones, better even than Mike. He worked one hand into her blouse, quickly disposing of her lacy bra. He squeezed his other hand into the front of her yoga pants. Within moments he was working both her nipples and clit while he kissed and tongued her.
Jen moaned and rolled her head back as he kissed and fondled her. Then she kissed and fondled him back. She pushed her tongue into his mouth and reached into his shirt to caressed his muscular chest. She couldn’t help it. Her body was more attuned to Scott’s than any other man. They had a connection. They were two sides of the same coin. It was like God made them to fuck each other.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Scott hissed as he fingered her. Jen knew he was right. Scott always got her wet. Just being in the same room got her wet. When he looked at her she got wet.
Jen knew it would be so easy to give into it. Take Scott’s beautiful cock into her mouth. Open her legs and let him fuck her. It would be so easy. And she would love it. Love it! She would scream as he made her cum.
Suddenly Jen pulled away from Scott. She pushed his hands away. “Stop Scott, stop!” she said, pulling her blouse closed. She got up from the sofa and moved away. She stood as far away from Scott as she could in her little apartment.
Jen was panting. Her nipples were hard and her pussy ached. She looked at Scott warily, like a deer in the cross-hairs of a powerful lion. She knew he could easily take her. Do what he wanted with her. He could throw her onto the bed and force her legs open. He could fuck her and she couldn’t stop him. The possibility sent a chill down her spine.
“Scott, please leave,” she said. She was begging him to leave.
“Jenny, why?” Scott said. He didn’t understand. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. She couldn’t resist him. She was a slut for his body.
“Because … maybe I need to grow up too,” Jen said. “Please leave Scott,” she begged again. “Please go. Please.”
Scott’s face was a mix of disbelief and non-comprehension. Then he got angry. “Fuck you then Jenny!” he spat out. “I know you’ll be back! You’ll come back to me! You will! Then maybe if you’re lucky I’ll take you back!” Then he stormed out of Jen’s apartment, slamming the door behind him.
Jen stood motionless for a long time, clutching the top of the sofa. She stood that way until her breathing returned to normal. Until her nipples softened. Until her pussy stopped aching.
Finally she moved. She picked up her phone. She frowned seeing no texts from Mike. She got into bed and looked out the window. At the skyline of New York.
[A couple weeks later]
“So how was your honeymoon?” I asked Allie.
“We haven’t gone actually,” Allie said. With a shrug she said “It’s the second marriage for both of us so there’s no rush. We’re going in the summer to Italy to visit his family.”
“That sounds so … domesticated, Allie,” I said.
“I know, right?” Allie said with a laugh. With a grin she said “I guess I’m not so Allie Oh-La-La anymore, huh Mike?”
“Oh … you knew about that nickname?” I sheepishly asked. Allie nodded and laughed again.
“So what do you want to talk about?” Allie asked. We were in a Starbucks, meeting at my request.
“Three guesses,” I said.
“Jen, Jen and Jen,” Allie said. “So, the four of you made my wedding interesting.”
“Sorry about that.”
“So why did you invite me Allie?” I asked. “Really?”
“So you want the truth?” Allie said. “Okay, I’ll tell you the truth. But don’t ask unless you want to hear the truth. Okay?”
I frowned at Allie, not really understanding what she was talking about. “Okay,” I said warily.
“About my wedding … I asked Jen if she wanted me to invite you,” Allie said. “She did so I did.”
“How much do you know?” I asked. “You knew about Ronnie?”
“I guess it’d be stupid for me to say you should’ve told me,” I said.
“Yeah Mike, that’d be really stupid,” Allie said in her feisty, “you aren’t worthy to lick my high heels” voice. So despite what she said, she was still Allie Oh-La-La, at least partly.
“What about Joe?” I asked.
Allie hesitated, then said “Yes, I knew about Joe.” She had the good graces to at least look regretful about it.
“Allie …,” I began. “I’m not sure what to do.”
“Are you asking for my advice?”
“Yes, I guess,” I said. “I mean, how can I trust her about Scott? And even if I can get past Scott, how do I forgive her about Joe?”
Allie looked at me a long time. Then she said, “Okay, let’s take them one at a time. Ronnie. It was a stupid affair. You guys had been going out a while by then. She was in New York City and wanted excitement. But instead of excitement she had you.”
“Thanks a lot,” I said sourly.
“You want the truth right?” Allie said. “You’re a lot of things Mike, a lot of good things, but you’re not exciting. So Ronnie comes along. He’s new and exciting. Jen falls under his spell. They have an affair. But she comes to her senses and ends it. She marries you. So? Are you gonna forgive her for that one?”
“She should’ve told me,” I said.
“Mike are you brain-dead?” Allie scoffed. “If something like that happens, you don’t tell. You live with the guilt. You don’t risk your marriage.”
I frowned at Allie, not certain I agreed with her. I said “But it wasn’t just Ronnie.”
“I’ll get to the others,” Allie said. “But do you forgive her for Ronnie?”
“You guess?” Allie said, scoffing again.
“Okay, yes, I forgive her for Ronnie,” I said.
“Okay then,” Allie said. “Now Scott.”
“Joe was next,” I pointed out.
“I’m not going in your anal-retentive sequential order,” Allie said feistily. “I wanna talk about Scott first.”
“Okay, whatever,” I said.
“Okay then,” Allie said. “Ready for the truth?”
I frowned. “Go ahead,” I said warily.
Allie looked me in the eye and said “Scott was all on you.”
My eyes bulged out in shock. I was coming out of my chair to protest but Allie glared at me. “Sit down and let me finish,” she ordered. “Then you get your say.” I glared back at Allie but I sat back down. I wanted to hear what she had to say.
“You pushed her to Scott,” Allie said. “Yes, I know Jen was hot for him, she probably even had a crush on him. But she wasn’t going to fuck him. I know this Mike, she was talking to me. Until you pushed her to him. And not just to fuck him, but to date him. And what happened when Scott wanted to see her more? Did you say no? What happened when they put your dick in a cage? Did you say no? What happened when Jen moved to Michigan with Scott? Did you say no? Did you go to Michigan and drag Jen’s ass back home? No, you didn’t do anything of that. And when Scott took Jen to Europe, instead of going after her, you went AWOL. She was your wife Mike! She loved you! All you had to do was say no!”
I stared at Allie. I didn’t say anything, my head and heart trying to process all that she said. Finally I said “What about Joe?”
“Joe’s on Jen,” Allie said flatly. “So that makes it one you, one Jen, and one you forgive her for.” She shrugged and added “Doesn’t sound so bad to me. Nothing you can’t work out.”
I laughed. Nothing we can’t work out. Yeah, right. It was all so simple.
Allie leaned in and said “Mike, let me ask you a question.”
“Go ahead,” I told her.
“Your cuckold fantasy,” Allie began. “For it to work, your wife has to be beautiful right?”
“Yes,” I said with a shrug. That was obvious.
“She’s got to have a sexy body,” Allie said. “And like to flirt. Right?”
“Yes,” I said with another shrug.
“You want men to notice her,” Allie said. “You want her to be hit on all the time. Right?”
“Yes,” I said again.
“But the wife has got to be willing to do it, right? She’s got to be willing to be with other men. Maybe even tempted to cheat. Right? That turns it from fantasy to real, right?”
“Allie, it was my brother,” I said.
“And you’ve never had fantasies about sisters?” Allie said. With a crooked grin she said, “You know Jen’s practically my sister. You’ve never had fantasies about me? And it’s not hotter cause I’m so close to Jen?”
“Okay I’ve thought about it,” I admitted, giving her a defiant look. “But I’ve never done anything, have I? I’ve never hit on you. I’ve never even touched you.”
“But that’s how your fantasy works,” Allie said with a knowing grin at me. “You’re faithful to Jen. Completely faithful. But she’s not supposed to be. She’s supposed to fuck other men. She’s supposed to cheat on you. She supposed to do that Mike.”
Again I stared at Allie, processing her words.
“Just call her,” Allie told me. “She looks at her phone constantly, hoping you’ll call. She loves you Mike. She really wants to get back together with you. She’ll do anything.”
“Has she seen Scott?” I asked.
Allie shook her head, telling me she wasn’t going to answer that question. “Call her Mike,” she urged me. “You ask her that.”
“Got a minute?” Scott said to Jen.
Jen nodded her head. She’d managed to avoid Scott outside work, but she couldn’t do that here in the office. They still worked together after all.
Scott entered her office and closed the door. “Leave the door open Scott,” Jen told him.
“Come on Jenny, chill. I’m not going to rape you,” Scott scoffed. With a grin he added “Unless that’s what you want.”
Jen rolled her eyes at him. But she felt the familiar tingling between her legs. He was making her wet again. She tried to fight it, but it was useless. It was like a live wire connection from Scott to her clit. He did it for her, more than any other man. Jen did her best to hide it from him. But with the knowing grin he was giving her, she knew that was useless too. They’d spent too much time together. He knew her too well.
“What do you want Scott?” she said irritably.
“What? I’m not Scotty anymore?” he said, that knowing grin still on his face.
Jen rolled her eyes again. “What?” she demanded.
“Just want to tell you, I’m moving back to Michigan,” Scott announced.
“I’m opening a remote office there,” Scott said, continuing. “The partners think we can grow our presence out there more if I’m out there. I’ll be targeting auto companies at first, then expanding to the west.”
“Okay,” Jen said hesitantly. “Well, good. Sounds exciting. I’m happy for you Scott.”
Scott moved closer. “Come with me Jenny,” he urged her. “We make a great team. We’ll get a lot of clients and get filthy rich. Come on. You like Michigan right? Johnny and Cassie miss you. Especially Cassie. Come with me to Michigan.”
Scott moved around Jen’s desk and got on one knee, right in front of where Jen was sitting. “I know I fucked up last time,” he said. “Give me another chance. It won’t be like last time. It’ll be better than last time.”
Scott put his hand on Jen’s knee. Jen didn’t stop him. Then he put his hands behind her knees and pulled her to him. The motion on her leather chair caused her short skirt to hike up, exposing her lacy stocking tops. Jen’s breath caught when he put his hand on her exposed thigh above the stockings. She bit down on her lip to stifle a moan when he caressed her sensitive inner thigh. Scott caressed up her thigh to her silk panties. They were wet. Wet for Scott.
Scott pushed up her skirt so it bundled around her waist like a belt. He tugged her panties down and Jen helped him, lifting her ass off the chair. Then he pushed her legs apart. Again Jen didn’t stop him. Scott looked at Jen’s pussy. She was still keeping herself completely shaved. Maybe she wasn’t calling him Scotty anymore, but she was still keeping herself completely bare. He reached up between her legs and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
Jen gritted her teeth to stifle another moan. She couldn’t believe this was happening. For weeks since Allie’s wedding she’d avoided Scott, put up defenses against him, and now here she was, surrendering to him after only a few minutes being alone with him, her defenses tumbling down, opening her legs for him.
Scott stood up so now his crotch was in-line with Jen’s eyes. Jen could see he was erect. His hard cock tented his pants halfway down his muscular thighs. Not able to stop herself, Jen reached for him. For his manhood. She rubbed his shaft up and down, making him get even harder and bigger.
Scott grinned. He knew he had her. He hurriedly unbuckled his pants and pulled out his cock. His grin widened seeing that Jenny’s eyes were locked on his hard cock. Again he locked his hands behind Jen’s knees. He pulled her farther off her leather chair and opened her legs wide. He saw that Jenny was breathing hard and her eyelids half closed with lust. She was ready for it. She wanted his cock inside her. Soon she would be calling him Scotty again.
He moved forward, holding his cock in his hand. He pressed it against Jen’s pussy. He rubbed it up and down her slit, lubricating himself with Jen’s wetness. Then he pressed his cock at Jen’s opening. He was about to penetrate her when Jen put a hand to his chest.
“Wait, Scott,” she said, pulling away.
“Don’t worry. I locked your door,” Scott assured her. He moved to her again, ready to penetrate her, to mate with her, to make her his again.
But Jen swiveled in the chair and staggered to her feet. She almost tripped in her high heels. She clumsily tugged her skirt down. Then she was on the phone. “Allie come here now!” she said desperately.
Jen unlocked her door. A moment later Allie was there, looking worried. She looked at Jen and then Scott. Jen was panting and her face flushed. Scott’s cock was hard and out of his pants. Jen’s panties were on the floor. It was easy to read the situation. “Get the fuck out Scott!” Allie hissed at him. “Now!”
Scott gave a half, incredulous laugh, and shook his head. He worked his cock back into his pants, taking his time to let the girls – especially Jenny -- look at his impressive manhood. As he left he looked into Jen’s eyes and said “It’s only a matter of time. Soon you’ll be begging for my cock. In your pussy. Your mouth. Your ass. You’ll beg me to fuck you.”
Jen collapsed into Allie’s arms when Scott was gone. She was breathing hard and her heart was pounding. Then the pants turned to sobs. Allie patted Jen’s back, trying to calm her down. In her head she mentally shook her head, thinking about how bad Jen had it for Scott.
I knocked on the dorm room door. The person inside shouted “It’s open” and I opened the door. I smiled at the person sitting on the bed. “Hi Joe,” I said.
“Hi Mike,” Joe said back.
“So how’s it going?” I asked, sitting down next to my younger brother.
“Good I think,” Joe said. “The chemo’s working. The tests came back good. I think I dodged the bullet again.”
“That’s really good Joe,” I said, squeezing my brother’s arm encouragingly. I saw though, that while the chemo may have beat the cancer, it had come with a cost. Joe had lost a lot of weight. He looked like a shadow of himself. I also knew that the threat of cancer would loom over him for the rest of his life. He beat it twice; could he beat it a third time, if it came back?
“Are you back in class?” I asked.
“Yes. Not a full load yet, but I’m getting there,” Joe said. Then he asked “So, have you heard from Jen lately?”
“She was at Allie’s wedding. Allie got re-married,” I told him.
“Oh, cool,” Joe said. “So, did she mention me? She visited that one time, and nothing since then. I’m only asking cause we kinda got into a fight a few months back. I thought we were cool after her visit, but now I’m not so sure.”
I looked away from Joe. “Yes, we talked about you,” I said, my voice suddenly filled with emotion. “She’s cool. Everything’s good.”
“You talked about me?” Joe asked.
I looked at him. I looked him in the eyes. “Yes Joe,” I said. “We talked about you.”
Joe looked back at me. He looked back into my eyes. A look of shame came over his face. He said, “I’m sorry Mike. I’m really sorry.”
I nodded but didn’t say anything.
“Is that why …,” Joe hesitantly began. “Is that why you divorced?”
I forced a smile. I stood up and took his head in my hands. I kissed the top of his head and said “I’ll always be your big brother Joe. I love you.” Then I moved to go.
Joe stopped me as he said “So you talked to Jen? Are you friends? Any chance you’ll get back together?”
I gave Joe a tight smile but didn’t say anything. I turned and left.