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"I just want to say -- I'm sorry for what I said in there. I think you're a great guy, I wish I had a husband like you." Tina leaned into Mike, pressing her big tits against his chest. She pulled his hands to her thighs, making sure he could feel the bumps of her garter belt, and pressed even closer, her groin rubbing against his crotch. "Take me home with you," she breathed into his ear.

Mike hesitated, his cock even harder now. He'd always had a thing for his wife's best friend, and more than once he'd fantasized about fucking her. But then he pulled away from Tina. "I'm sorry Tina, I can't," he said.

It took a moment for Tina to register Mike's rejection. Here was a man who couldn't satisfy his own wife. His wife preferred to fuck other men over him. By anyone's definition he was a cuckold. Yet, here she was throwing herself at him, and he was rejecting her. She'd never felt so low. "I hate you!" she cried, tears rolling down her face. "You and your slutty wife, you deserve it other!"

"Tina, wait!" Mike cried, but it was too late, she'd already run away. "Damn!" he thought. He liked Tina, and didn't want to hurt her.

A few hours later Mike sat in the family room. He heard a car drive up, and then two people at the door. The couple lingered there -- he could hear voices but he couldn't make out what they were saying -- and then the door opened and Jen walked in. She approached until she stood in front of him.

Her clothes looked disheveled, and her face flushed. She looked at him expectantly, as if waiting for him to say something. "Was that Darius, did he drop you off?" Mike asked, finally breaking the silence. Seeing Jen nod, Mike asked, "Did he kiss you good night? Were you just making out with him?"

"What do you want Mike?" Jen asked. "You're the one who left me at the bar. So what do you want?"

"I want the truth."

"I always tell you the truth."

"No you don't," Mike said shaking his head. Then he quickly raised his hands conciliatorily as he saw his wife about to protest. "I'm not saying you lie to me. But you don't always tell me everything. That's what I want tonight, the whole truth."

"Alright Mike," Jen said, sitting down in the chair across from him and crossing her long legs. She crossed her arms across her chest; the look on her face was part inquisitive, part challenging. "What do you want to know?"

Mike gathered himself. Despite his churning emotions, he remained enthralled by her beauty, especially sitting that way, crossed-legged in her short skirt, stockings and high heels. "Were you with Darius tonight?"

"Yes. You left. Darius offered to drive me home."

"It's been hours."

"We stopped at his place." Long moments passed as Mike processed his wife's simple, yet not simple, statement. Finally Jen added, "You left me there, Mike. Isn't that what you wanted?"

Mike looked away, his heart pounding, his emotions churning, his cock rock hard. "And just now -- you were kissing him?"

"Yes," she answered defiantly without any sign of regret.

"You don't care if our neighbors see you kissing another man?"

Jen smiled slightly, but it was without humor, more of a challenge. "But you'd like that, wouldn't you?"

Again Mike looked away. He felt like he couldn't breathe. His cock felt ready to explode. "Do you love him?"

Jen signed impatiently. "You keep asking me that."

"Do you?" Mike insisted.

She took a deep breath, again showing some impatience. "I don't know Mike. I feel something for him. Maybe it's love, I'm not sure." She paused, seeing the hurt and worry in her husband's face. She added in a softer voice, "It's not the same thing I feel for you."

Mike wasn't sure if that was a good thing, considering how passionate her relationship with Darius had become. Jen seemed to read her husband's thoughts. She got up and walked over to him, straddling his lap. She reached between their bodies and cupped his hard-on. "Don't you want to hear about tonight?"

"Yeah," he answered throatily, putting his hands on her thighs.

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