Jeannie

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(This story is the property of its author, H. K. Smythe. Any unauthorized reproduction or reprint without the express authorization of the author is strictly prohibited. Characters under 18 do not engage in sexual activity.)

Jeanie

Jeanie

Mike Brown

I met Jeanie at State U. We lived in the same dormitory on the same floor. Unlike some coed dorms, this one was built for coed living and had separate men's and women's communal bathrooms. I saw Jeanie several times the first weeks of my sophomore fall term; however, I didn't really speak to her for several weeks although her room was just down the hall from mine. I wasn't that shy, but she was always surrounded by three or four guys.

I finally saw her walking across campus alone. I said, "Hi, I'm Mike! I..."

She interrupted, "Yeah, you're the cute guys that lives just down the hall from me. I'm Jeannie. Why don't you call me sometime?"

I explained, "I would, but I don't have your number."

She ended our conversation with a hurried, "Got to run!", but she did write her cell phone number in my World History textbook.

It took two weeks and several unanswered phone calls, but I finally managed to finagle a Friday night date. It was a very nice date; we talked constantly while having dinner and then afterward at a near campus club. Our next date was on a Thursday night over a week later. She seemed to like me so I started scheduling dates two or three weeks ahead of time, because otherwise, she would be booked up. On our third date, she admitted me to her room and I got to second base. Finally on our fourth date, I managed to get her into my bed and we made love for several hours until my roommate came in one us. She insisted on leaving then.

After that, she began to cut back on her other dates, and finally we agreed that we would be exclusive. For my junior year, we got an apartment off campus and started living together. The next summer I proposed and she accepted. We didn't get married until I graduated. I was able to find a good job in town so we kept our apartment and began married life together. She also got a local job when she graduated and we started saving for a down payment on a starter home.

It took us two years to accumulate enough cash for our starter home. After we bought our first home, she continued working to build up a reserve for emergencies and perhaps start a college fund. After a year she went off the pill. Her pregnancy leave morphed into being a stay-at-home mom, and we continued our fecund ways. Now we had Albert, Felicia, and Andrea, born at approximately two-year intervals.

After eight years of marriage and three children, we still couldn't get enough of each other. It didn't seem like life could get any better. Maybe it couldn't, but it could get worse. Almost a year after Andrea was born, we went to the company Christmas party. I had a mild ankle sprain incurred while playing tennis, so I was staying away from the dance floor. My fellow male employees were more than happy to fill in the gaps in Jeanie's dance card.

Particularly obnoxious in his desire to take care of Jeanie was a young manager named Eric McCutcheon. Eric was at a higher level than I was but not in my chain of command. He was known for two things, being a rising young star within the company hierarchy, and being a successful pussy hound. He maintained his duality by staying away from his female subordinates and his male subordinates' wives and girlfriends. Unfortunately, this didn't include Jeanie. Several times during the evening he kept Jeanie on the dance floor for three or four dances. This was way beyond the pale, as no one else danced with her more than two consecutive dances. Finally, after dancing with her for at least four consecutive dances, he took her over to the bar where they were drinking fresh drinks and chatting with his hand on her waist. I limped over, ostensibly to get a drink, but no one thought that was the only reason.

Eric greeted me, "Hi, Mike! Enjoying the party?", and switched hands holding his drink, so he could shake hands with me."

I shook hands with him and returned, "Hello, Eric! It's okay." Then I turned to Jeanie and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

She replied, "Let me have a couple of more dances and then we'll go."

I really believe that most people would interpret that to mean that the 'we' was Jeanie and myself. I never found out whether she meant it that way, but at any rate. After a couple of more dances, she and Eric were nowhere to be found in the entire venue. After wandering around the venue for thirty minutes or so, I received a text from Jeannie, "Everything OK. It will be a while. You better go pick up the kids! XOXOXOX."

I limped off to our car, drove home and relieved the baby sitter.

Jeannie

I really like dancing, especially if it's with a hunk. Eric was a hunk. Apparently he was in a different department than Mike, although they knew each other. I think Mike may have been a little disappointed that I danced so much, but I love it. I would have danced more with Mike than anyone else but Mike didn't want to aggravate his already injured ankle.

I ended up dancing a lot with Eric. He was very flirtatious and handsy as we danced. For me, that just made it enjoyable as long as he didn't go too far. As the evening progressed, I began to get a little tipsy. That just made Eric more fun. Between sitting at the table with Mike and watching other people dance, and dancing with Eric, I'll take dancing with Eric. I was a little ashamed of myself getting so hot and horny as I danced with Eric, but only a little. I could feel his manhood pressed against my legs when we slow danced, and I enjoyed it. I felt good to know that a thirty-something mother of three could still get a rise out of a man, especially one as attractive as Eric. When he pulled me into a dark corner of the dance floor, kissed me, and felt my buttocks and sex through my dress, it made my fantasies of having him penetrate me even stronger.

He clearly was large and long down there. I couldn't help myself. I kept thinking of him putting that large thing inside me. I knew I was married to Mike and shouldn't be thinking about other men sticking their things inside me, but I'm a woman and I can't always control my feelings and desires.

It was almost midnight and he took me to one of the bars. We stepped back from the bar a few feet after he got our drinks and he started telling me what he was going to do to me after he took my clothes off. Sadly, I wanted him to take my clothes off, and caress and fondle my boobs and my butt and my pussy. I wanted him to kiss me deeply on my mouth and then suck on my breasts, while he played with my clit and stuck his fingers inside me.

This was when Mike came up to us and after greeting Eric, asked me if I was ready to go. I was thinking I would like Eric to do some of those things to me for an hour or so, and then I would go home and fuck Mike's brains out.

I was thinking that we would go somewhere in the party venue where we could be alone. When Eric led me out the door into the parking lot, I decided that it would be okay. Fooling around in the parking lot would be more private, and less likely to result in an embarrassing situation. Instead of kissing me, he started the car.

I resisted, "Eric, where are you taking me?"

He replied, "I wanted to check something in my apartment, do you mind going with me?"

When we got to his apartment, I acquiesced in his invitation to come up with him, telling myself I was curious about what his apartment looked like.

I sent Mike a text, "Everything OK. It will be a while. You better pick up the kids! XOXOXOX."

I followed him up the stairs to his apartment and found out that what he wanted to check out was my tonsils. I'm not sure if he could reach them with his tongue, but his efforts felt awfully good. Next on his agenda was apparently checking my underwear, and he unzipped my dress and slipped it off my shoulders. I guess it wasn't my underwear because he took my bra off and started licking, sucking, and twiddling my boobs. I knew he shouldn't be doing that but it felt wonderful. My girls responded by getting hard, and my pussy got into the act by becoming very wet. I knew I was betraying Mike but I just wanted to feel Eric inside me.

He pulled my half-slip over my hips and then pulled my soaking wet panties off. I didn't care so long as he did something for my cunt. First, he rubbed it, then somehow he began licking my clitoris while fingering my love canal. I kept getting higher and higher, and finally I went over the top with a body-shaking orgasm. Somehow, I wasn't surprised when he stuck his manhood into my mouth. I began sucking and licking, but after a few moments he pulled it out and started the delightful slide into my pussy. It felt wonderful! He was large enough to fill me up so that the sliding in and out stimulated all sides of my vagina.

It was then that my PIV orgasms began. Once they started, they just kept on coming. This was the best sex I had ever had. Mike was good, but Eric was better. He had done all the preliminaries, danced until my legs were tired, but my pussy wasn't. The whole evening was setting me up for this. I didn't care. Having his dick reaming my vaginal walls was divine. It seemed like I was cumming every four or five strokes. Finally, he exploded inside me. Now, I could go home and try to repair my relationship with Mike.

Eric asked, "What are you doing?"

I replied, "I'm looking for my panties."

He responded, "No, you're not. You're my slut for the night - all night! Go to the bathroom if you need to and then get that pretty ass back over here."

I was astounded, he had fucked the shit out of me, and he was still hard. I knew he had come, but there it was, standing straight and tall. I admitted, "I guess I don't have to go just yet."

I wanted another fucking even more than the first. I sashayed over to his bed, crawled in, and stuck that organ of feminine delight, into my soaking wet maw. As I impaled myself over and over, Eric did the only thing that could make it feel even better. He began mauling my tits. Pinching them and mashing them. My only response was to thrust myself onto his wonderful manhood over and over. It just seemed to fit perfectly. I don't know how many more times I came, but it was like before in that I was cumming every four or five strokes. Just when I felt like I couldn't possibly climax any more, I managed one last time as I felt spurt after spurt of his baby cream inside me. I laid beside him, totally exhausted and totally satiated, as he softly kissed me, and caressed my upper flank and buttock, my boobs pressed against his chest.

A couple of hours later, it was like I just closed my eyes and opened them. I disentangled myself from Eric and visited his bathroom. Next, I searched for my phone. I had cheated on Mike. I hoped he didn't hate me. I texted him, "Everything OK! Be home in a while!"

I woke up Eric and told him, "You need to get dressed and take me home, hon!"

He said, "I'll be happy too in a while."

I had made a serious mistake. I should have put some clothes on before awakening Eric. He said, "Come, sweetheart! I've got something for you!"

I'm ashamed to say that when I saw his beautiful erect manhood standing straight and tall, I forgot about Mike and my children, and all I could only think of was being penetrated by Eric's magnificence again. It seemed to be better than the night before. I was better rested, and if not impeded by alcohol, certainly less affected by alcohol. I know I was more verbal. Eric was amazing. After multiple orgasms and around thirty or forty minutes of banging my brains out. He came. I took a short potty and water break, and we went at it again. This time it was better than before. Afterward, Eric took me to breakfast and promised that he would then bring me home.

At breakfast, we discussed our future. We agreed that we weren't going to have a continuing relationship, although he offered his services for a one night booty call at my convenience. I told him I loved Mike and that this was most likely a one-off event. He told me that I was among the best of the many women he had had, and that he just wasn't the type to settle down with one woman. He was also clear that he didn't want to break up my marriage, although occasional booty calls were certainly on the menu if I wanted them.

After breakfast, we were both a little restless, so I gave him a blow job on the diner parking lot, while he masturbated me to satisfaction. We were quiet on the drive to Mike's and my home, as I tried to think about a strategy to keep my marriage from breaking up. Eric had assured me that he would take the blame for everything and would even talk to Mike if I thought it would be appropriate. As well as I knew Mike, I knew that the last thing he would want would be to talk to Eric about his seduction and fucking of me.

I kissed Eric for what I was confident was the last time, more of a peck than a true kiss, and walked my walk of shame into my home to find out how angry Mike was and if I had a snowball's chance of recovering my position as the love of his life.

Mike

After I put the kids to bed, I poured myself a Seagram's and Seven and sat on my recliner in the living room. What the fuck was going on? As far as I knew, Jeannie had never trifled with my affections since we agreed to be exclusive ten years ago. I don't think she even knew who Eric was before the party. What happened, that she would wander off with this asshole? From the current time, I was pretty sure she was fucking Eric. Was this it for us? She had sent me a text, so maybe she wasn't ready for divorce court yet. I had to decide if I even wanted her after she soiled herself with Eric. If I did want to keep her, would that be enough? I had heard stories about Eric. He lived in a singles only complex, where rumor had it, some days were clothing optional at the pool. I didn't know of any marriages within the company that he had broken up, but he was notorious for going to a party and taking home whichever girl, he wanted, whether she was accompanied or in a relationship or not. Some of the guys had stuck it out and even married the girl, and some had dumped her after one night with Eric the Man. I continued drinking Seagram's but after the text I left the Seven-Up out. I finally passed out.

Several hours later I woke up still sitting in the recliner. I had received a text from Jeannie, From the time, the text must have awakened me. Darling Jeannie sent, "Everything OK! Be home in a while!" I checked the first text. Putting one and one together, I guessed it would be at least two 'whiles' before I saw her pretty face. I toddled off to bed and passed out again.

It was light outside, around seven am when I heard the front door being unlocked. She sat down on the easy chair in our bedroom and started crying. Between wails, she said, "I'm so sorry, Mike!"

I replied, "What the fuck, Jeannie?"

She continued, "I'm so sorry, Mike! He wouldn't let me put my clothes back on."

I asked, "How hard was it for him to get your clothes off?"

She admitted, "Not hard at all, but I really did want to come home before now.

I didn't know how to deal with this. I inquired, "You said you were sorry. What are you sorry for, Jeanie? Are you sorry you fucked Eric? Maybe you're sorry because you embarrassed both of us in front of my colleagues from work? Jeannie, where I come from, a lady goes home with the guy that brought her, and mothers don't cheat on their husbands. Let me repeat, what are you sorry for?"

She replied, "That's a lot of questions, Mike! I'm sorry I disappointed you. I'm sorry that I embarrassed you. I'm sorry that your friends from work saw me act like a slut. I'm sorry that I damaged our relationship. I'm sorry that I didn't act like a mother! Worst of all, I sorry that I didn't act like the woman who has been in love with you for ten years!"

I stated the obvious, "But you're not sorry you fucked Eric?"

She confessed, "He didn't rape me, Mike!"

I continued, "Did you enjoy it? Was he better than me? Do you plan to fuck him again?"

She begged, "Please, Mike, try to understand. It was a one-night stand. I don't care if I ever see him again. Actually, I'd prefer not to see him again, but I it's true that I might if you dump me."

I explained, "It wouldn't be so easy to dump you, Jeanie, regardless of whether I want you. We've been together ten years. We have three wonderful children. You've been a good mother. You were a good wife until last night. That was more than embarrassment, Jeanie. You hurt me and hurt me badly. For us to stay together, I have to get over the hurt and then move on to forgive and forget. Jeanie, even before you left with the asshole, it was very painful to watch you hanging on every word the son-of-a-bitch said, while I guess he was seducing you."

The tears were really flowing now, as she told me, "You are the best thing that ever happened to me, I'm so sorry that I hurt you. I will try to make it up to you if there's any way I can."

I replied, "I'm not sure what that will be. I haven't heard of any treatment to unfuck a cheating wife."

She continued crying, "Mike, I'm just a woman. I think I was receptive to Eric coming on to me, because I was in the mood to be bred. I've been very careful with my pills, so I'm sure he didn't knock me up, but if you don't dump me, I'd like to give you another son."

I commented, "Damn, Jeannie! You run off for a night of passion and lust with the biggest pussy hound in the company, and now you want me to knock you up? I'm sorry I can't follow your logic here!"

She responded, "It's because I'm a woman. It's my time to get pregnant, but I only want to get pregnant with you. I know it's not logical, but that doesn't mean it's not true. I went off with Eric because my body was strongly telling me it was time to get bred. That was a little fucked up because I want you to breed me, not Eric. Like I said, I enjoyed screwing Eric, but I don't care if I never see him again. I would never ever willingly screw him again. Last night was a combination of the drive to procreate and too much alcohol!"

I explained, "Jeannie, I'm trying to understand, but I'm just not getting it. You fucked Eric because you wanted me to knock you up? This is very confusing."

She said, "Mike, I'm ovulating now or yesterday or tomorrow, I haven't been taking my temperature, so I don't know exactly when. Anyway, this is the time of the month when I am at my maximum horniness. It's probably even stronger because I haven't been pregnant since Andrea, and the alcohol reduced my inhibitions."

I explained, "I am disappointed and hurt. I can probably get over those, but how do I get over the fear that you will do this again. I would have given 1,000 to 1 odds that you would never end up in Eric's bed."

She replied, "Mike, I'm trying to be completely truthful. I would never do Eric again, even though it was great sex, probably because I knew I shouldn't have done it in the first place but clearly I was wanton enough to enjoy doing it anyway. But I think I have to say, if the stars are aligned right, it's possible I might be bad again sometime a long time in the future. We both know that I am especially vulnerable at ovulation time. Mike, it's possible it could happen again, but having to face the man I love after I've been unfaithful is something I never want to do again. Mike, how angry are you with me? I was hoping we could have some reclamation sex today. Is that possible?"

I responded, "Jeanie, I just don't know. I've heard that some guys get off to learning about their wife being with another guy or guys. I'm here to tell you, I don't. I don't think infidelity is part of a loving relationship. Deep in my heart, I still love you, but I'm a little put off that our love didn't shield you from the temptation of a romp in the hay with McCutcheon."