All In My Head – ch.02 – Adultery sex story

We got home from the Hamptons and had a quiet evening. We didn’t talk about Scott or the rumors about Jen. We went to bed early. I reached for Jen, but she said “I’m kinda pooped tonight baby.” So instead of sex we settled down to sleep.
Previous Part: All In My Head,
Something woke me up, but it was a gradual awakening, like when you slowly transition from a dream to being awake because of something that’s happening in the real world. That’s what happened here. I sensed more than felt movement next to me. In the dark, I could just see movement below Jen’s waist. I realized she was masturbating.
I guess she sensed I might be awake and she looked at me. I pretended like I was still asleep. I don’t know why, if I’d waken up we could have had sex. But instead I pretended to sleep, looking at her through just barely opened eyes.
She looked at me for a long time. Convinced I was still asleep, she started moving under the covers again. As she approached orgasm, her legs parted more and the movement of her hand at her pussy increased. She pulled down the covers and reached under her t-shirt to rub her nipples while she continued to fuck herself with her hand. Her back arched as her orgasm hit, and I heard her softly but urgently moan “yeah, fuck me, don’t stop, fuck me hard, harder, don’t stop, harder.”
She lay panting for long moments. Then after catching her breath, she adjusted her panties and t-shirt, pulled the covers back over, and rolled over on her side, the way she usually slept. I listened as her breathing became rhythmic, indicating she’d fallen asleep.
I couldn’t get back to sleep though. I wondered who she’d fantasized about while she masturbated. Scott? Maybe Ricky? I didn’t hold it against her. I beat off all the time. I hoped it was Ricky and not Scott. But I knew it was probably Scott.
I tried to prevent it, but I couldn’t stop thinking about what’d happened. There was something going on between the two of them. Jen had a lot of guy friends, but she’d never pay so much attention to a guy friend or disappear with one of them like she’d done at the wedding and Hamptons. It bothered me when she’d said “I just like him, we’re buds.” I’d rather she’d said, “I fucked him but I know he’s a jerk.”
Something was going on between them. I tried to think of ways to get control of the situation. Set it up so he fucks her? I’d done that with Ricky, so I knew how. Maybe if they fucked she’d get him out of her system, like with Ricky. It might take some time and it would hurt, but that was better than this budding romance that was going on.
But it’d be harder to set up with Scott than with Ricky. Ricky and I were friends — at least, we started that way. I despised Scott, and he probably felt the same about me. I couldn’t imagine offering Jen to him, sharing her with him.
I decided to let things play out. Scott was an ass. She’d eventually figure that out, and stop hanging with him At least that was my hope.
Later that week Jen and I were going out to dinner. I was looking forward to it because I didn’t feel we’d completely reconnected since the Hamptons (or since the wedding for that matter). We planned to meet at the restaurant, but I took off early so we could meet and taxi over together. I got to her building and went up the elevator to her floor. It was past 6pm so the receptionist was gone, but of course I knew the way so I walked to her office.
As I approached I saw Jen’s door was closed. But then it opened — I think it was Jen who opened it.
I heard voices and I immediately recognized them. It was Jen and Scott. They were talking about a client project — they must be on the same team — but as they talked there was a lot of laughing and easy banter, just like the wedding and the Hamptons.
I silently approached and I could just see them. They were facing sideways so couldn’t see me.
“How about this?” Scott said, holding up a box of strawberry Pop-Tarts and taking on a terrible fake British accent. “I say good boy, I do love poppy tarts, like strawberries and cream at Wimbledon.”
“Oh that’s SOOOO good I’m sure Johnny will FREAKING love it,” Jen said with playful sarcasm, laughing. I knew Jen was working on a huge pitch for Kellogg, the maker of Pop-Tarts, and Johnny was her boss. I didn’t know Scott was on her team.
“The chap Johnny will BLOODY love it you mean,” Scott added in his fake British accent.
“Stop!” Jen said laughing, hitting him on the chest.
He grinned at her. “You say stop a lot, but I don’t think you really mean it.”
Jen looked away almost demurely. She brushed her blonde hair behind her ear. “Just stop okay?” she said.
“I’d never been to the Hamptons before, it was pretty cool,” he said.
“Freaking amazing,” Jen agreed.
“I had a really good time,” he said looking into her eyes.
“Me too.” They were silent looking into the other’s eyes, as if both remembering something they’d done together that weekend.
“You left early,” Scott finally said.
“Yeah … Mike got kinda upset.”
He nodded, as if understanding. “Is he okay now?”
“I think so.” A pause, as if thinking whether to say more. Then she added, “Sometimes he can be hard.”
“Only sometimes?” Scott said with a big grin. Was he comparing himself to me?
Jen gave what seemed to be a nervous laugh, again brushing her blonde hair behind her ear. “You know what I mean,” she said. Was that a blush?
Scott got serious. “Are you happy with him?”
Jen paused again. Then she said “I met him in college …” Her voice trailed off.
I backtracked out of the office and took a taxi to the restaurant. I was a swirl of so many emotions. I ordered a double scotch at the bar. About 30 minutes later Jen walked in. I was already on my second double scotch.
She kissed me and saw the scotch. “Started without me?” she asked with a smile. I ordered her a Cosmo. I picked up my glass to take another swig. Jen stopped me by putting her hand over the glass. “Wait for me to catch up cowboy,” she said.
The bartender brought her Cosmo. She raised her glass to clink with me, the way we always did. “Are you okay?” she asked seeing my face.
I felt hurt and confused inside. But I forced a smile. “Sure,” I lied.
When she’d sat, her skirt had risen revealing a wisp of her lacy stocking top. She pulled her skirt down as she crossed her legs. All of her skirts were short (above her knee), but this one was shorter, really a mini-skirt. That surprised me, because she usually wore longer skirts to work. Had she worn the sexier skirt because she knew she’d be working with Scott today?
Then I noticed a run in her stockings. It started under her skirt. My eyes followed the run from her thigh to where it ended at her knee. Her stockings were scuffed at her knees. My mouth went dry.
Had she gone down on Scott in her office? Gotten down on her knees and put his cock into her mouth? Is that why her knees were scoffed? And did he fucked her after she got him good and hard? Push her face down on the desk and ram his big cock into her? I remembered what she’d moaned the other night as she masturbated. “Yeah, fuck me, don’t stop, fuck me hard, harder, don’t stop, harder.” Is that what she said to Scott as he fucked her?
“Are you sure you’re okay?” she asked me again.
“Yeah,” I managed to say my throat dry. I took a gulp of my scotch, the fire in my throat matching that in my crotch. “Hard day at work.”
“I’m sorry baby,” she said brushing her hand across my cheek.
I touched her thigh and she looked down seeing the run. “I wonder when that happened?” she said in a neutral voice, her face showing no emotion.
Impulsively I pulled her to me and kissed her hard on the mouth. I pushed my tongue into her mouth.
She squirmed away from me, laughing. “What’s gotten into you?” she giggled.
When we got home after dinner she went into the bathroom. “I’ll be right back, I’m going to take a quick shower,” she said.
It wasn’t unusual for her to take a shower before bed, but she didn’t do it often either. Was she showering to wash Scott off her before getting in bed with me?
She came out in her favorite fluffy robe, and laid next to me. “Hi,” she said looking at me.
“Hi,” I said back.
She looked into my face. I guess I looked troubled. “Are you okay?”
No, I wasn’t okay, my head was still spinning from earlier. But my cock ached it was so hard. So I answered her by putting my hand on her stomach, on top of her robe. I pulled the cord to undo the knot, then I opened her robe. She was nude underneath.
I looked at her body, studied her, looked for clear evidence of her cheating. Marks on her neck or breasts. Swollen nipples. Puffy pussy lips. There weren’t any, but I knew she’d cheated on me. I just knew. Gone down on Scott. Fucked him.
“Mike?” she said.
Anger welled up in me. She was mine, not his! Her body, her heart, all of her, she was mine! I got on top of her to take what was mine. Without any foreplay, I rammed my cock into her. She yelped in pain, her pussy barely wet. I pumped her hard and fast. I could tell she wasn’t enjoying it, but at that moment I didn’t care. Images of her and Scott came into my mind. She was on her knees in front of him, her lips and hands around his cock, her hands and blonde head moving back and forth on his shaft, his head rolled back moaning, his pelvis pushing back against her pretty face as she blew him, her knees scuffling against the floor laddering her nylons.