She walked over to the living area and was looking at the bean bag chair when Rack came up behind her.
"Let's put that shot glass down so it doesn't spill or get broken. Drink it up and I'll take it to the counter for you." Rack said.
Jenna nodded and took the shot and handed it him, wiping her mouth on the back of her hand.
She watched him walk away and admired his ass in his jeans. They hugged his hips and bubble butt just right. It made her want to grab it.
Rack came back over to her and touched her face gently with the palm of his hand.
"I'm going to kiss you now Jenna." He whispered as he leaned down and pressed his mouth against hers.
Jenna sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist, realizing that despite her husband having been home at least twice in the last few weeks, he hadn't bothered to stop and have sex with her before leaving again.
Masturbation just wasn't good enough. She needed this. She needed him.
Eager and slightly intoxicated now, Jenna was aggressive with her hands. She started to pull his belt off his pants and undo his button and pull his zipper down.
"Whoa, slow down there tiger. We’ve got all night." Rack told her. He pushed her backwards until she fell into the bean bag chair and was surprised at how comfortable it was.
Jenna watched him pull his shirt off over his head while she kicked her sandals off to the side. He sunk down onto the carpet in front of her and grabbed one of her feet. He massaged it gently, taking his time and working his way up her leg. By the time he reached her upper thigh, Jenna was relaxed and moaning softly as his large hands massaged out all the stiffness in her muscles from wearing heels.
He worked his hand slowly up and under her dress until his knuckles brushed her thong. Jenna spread her legs wider and let her head fall back against the bean bag.
Rack rubbed his knuckles against her sensitive core, massaging in circles gently and then he leaned over her and kissed her, thrusting his tongue in her mouth.
With one hand up her skirt and the other hand supporting his weight on the bean bag he kissed her until she felt like her heart was going to pound right out of her chest.
Jenna ran her finger tips up and down his bare chest, rubbing her palms over his tiny nipples and then finished unzipping his jeans like she'd tried to do earlier.
Rack didn't stop kissing her. He'd kiss her cheek, chin and neck, going as low as her shoulder and collar bone then work his way back up to her mouth. Plunging his tongue between her lips as he kissed her harder he pushed the panties to the side and slipped his fingers between the folds of her pussy.
She was so wet they slid easily back and forth. He used his thumb on the nub and worked two fingers inside her wet, warm, hole. Pushing herself against his hand she grinded herself against him as he muttered that he liked the way she felt and she was a good girl.
"I can feel you squeezing my fingers Jenna," He told her, kissing around the sides of her cheeks to her ears. He nibbled on her ears for a few moments while he started finger fucking her harder.
"That feels so good, please don't stop Rack." Jenna moaned and felt herself gush around his fingers as she squirted on his hand. Relaxed from the alcohol she normally held it back with her husband, but Rack groaned when she did it and it encouraged her to relax and do it again.
"God, that was so hot. I want you to do that on my face later." Rack told her grinning.
"I'm going to cum again, please don't stop, your thumb is just right." Jenna said, tensing all her muscles and holding her breath, feeling the familiar sensations creeping up and then it hit her hard. She saw bright flashy lights behind her eyelids as she jerked against his hand as her orgasm ripped through with an intensity she wasn't used to.
"That's a good girl," Rack muttered as he rammed his fingers into her over and over again. "Keep cumming for me."
Jenna thrashed her head side to side as she squirted down his hand and arm again as he found just the right spot inside her pussy with his fingers and massaged it hard.
"I'm going to fuck you now." Rack told her and he leaned back and still had his fingers inside of her. Working himself out of his jeans with his other hand, his gigantic cock was erect and hard and Jenna wanted to taste it, but she couldn't really move, her body was so relaxed she almost felt like she couldn't take deep breaths.
He pulled his fingers out of her and rubbed her juices on his cock and pulled her thong off with his other hand. Pushing her dress up around her hips he spread her legs and leaned over her. He pulled hard on the top of her sundress until the straps ripped and he bared her naked breasts before his eyes.
"Beautiful, perfect, firm, your breasts are one of the finest things I've ever seen." Rack told her as he sucked one of her dark chocolate nipples into his mouth.
He rubbed the tip of his cock against her lips, letting it slide back and forth. Jenna thrust her hips until she took the tip of him inside her and wrapped her legs around his waist, she brought her arms up and tangled her hands in his hair as he continued to suck and kiss on her breasts.
He started to thrust inside of her, his hips rubbing up against hers, the abrasive material of his jeans left chafing on her tender skin but it felt good and rough. She liked it.
She ran her hands down his neck to his shoulders where she dug her nails into his skin as he pumped into her. His tongue lapped at the skin on the side of her breast as he switched sides, pressing kisses in a line across her chest until he reached the other nipple.
"Fuck me harder, please?" Jenna begged him, wanting to feel him take her faster and harder. He was so large she felt like she was going to explode from the sheer size of him. It felt so good, she just wanted more. She was so close to another orgasm. She grinded her hips up so that her clit pounded against the fleshy part of his groin with each thrust into her.
"Jenna, I'm going to cum." Rack told her after he fucked her for a few more minutes. He took her mouth with his again and kissed her hard. He reached up and wrapped a hand around her throat just enough to make her feel trapped and dominated but didn't push hard enough to cut off oxygen or blood flow.
Jenna screamed into his mouth as his groin rammed her clit over and over again and sent her into intense, explosive orgasm that her writhing underneath of him.
Rack groaned and shuddered on top of her a few times before almost collapsing on top of her. His cock jerked a few more times inside of her, and then he laid on top of her and used his arms to prop himself up and looked down at her.
"You want to do that again?" He grinned at her.
"You said you had a pool?" She asked.
"I have a hot tub too." Rack laughed and pulled himself out of her, stuffing himself back into his jeans.
Jenna momentarily realized they hadn't used protection, but then he started kissing her again and ripping the rest of her dress off and she got distracted and decided to worry about it later.
Tonight, she was going to be wild and wicked and do all the things a good girl wouldn't do.
Rack carried her out to the hot tub and they proceeded to make love all over the yard, his house and ended up in his bed when the sun started coming up.
"I want to see you again Jenna." Rack told her between kisses as he held her in his arms. "I have to go after someone later today, but I can get together again soon."
"Okay, I'd like that." Jenna said sleepily. Her husband never held her like this, cradled in his arms with her head on Rack's chest, she fell asleep.
Chapter 4
Jenna stared at the pregnancy test in shock.
She was so stupid.
Her husband was going to be home this coming up weekend, and while her and Rack had used protection after that first night, she had assumed that it was too late in her cycle for her to get pregnant, since she'd expected her period in a week on the first night they'd had all that hot unprotected sex.
She was almost three weeks late. She'd been scared to take a test before now, but it was clear. There was no doubt that
the two bright pink lines meant anything but a baby.
She knew it was his. Her husband and her hadn't been intimate in a couple of months. She didn't know what she was going to do, or who she should even tell first, or if she should even tell anyone.
There was no way she could pass it off as her husband's baby. Her and Rack were bonding and really enjoyed each other's company, but was it enough to raise a child together?
Would her husband forgive her, or would this be the end of their marriage? Sitting on the toilet with the stick in her hands she was shaking and started to cry. This was not what she needed right now and she didn't even have anyone to call and talk to about it.
Changing her clothes after she dried the tears off her face and then washed her hands. She put the test in her purse. She was supposed to see Rack tonight, and she wondered if she should cancel. He was going to figure out something was wrong. He could always tell when her moods changed.
Rack was an attentive lover, dominant and controlling in all the right ways, unlike her husband who she loved, but her husband was the missionary, with lights off kind of man.
Her husband Kyle was a wham, bam, thank you ma`am kind of a guy. He didn't believe in foreplay and she rarely had orgasms during sex with him. Feeling guilty, she knew she should have taken the morning after pill, and wondered if somewhere in her mind, she'd planned this in her subconscious. Feeling guilty, she knew she couldn't abort.
She'd wanted children for a few years now and Kyle kept refusing until he wasn't traveling as much. Except he traveled more now than he did when they were first married.
Wondering if Rack would forgive her or not, she drove over to his place, with a lump in her throat and anxiety in the pit of her stomach making her feel nauseous.
She pulled into his driveway and saw an unfamiliar car there. She was surprising him, she hadn't called before she came over, and she was early.
Knocking on the door, a child opened the door.
"Hello, can I help you?" A young boy who looked around ten asked her. He was a mini version of Rack, she wondered if it was his son.
"I'm looking for Rack." She told him, "Is he home?"
"Uncle John, there's a lady here to see you." The boy called. "He'll be here in a second."
Jenna nodded, wondering if this was the wrong time to tell him about the pregnancy and was tempted to turn around and go back home, not sure she wanted to face anyone yet.
"Hi Jenna! I wasn't expecting you until later, is everything okay?" Rack took one look at her and escorted her inside.
"We need to talk," Jenna started to say when twin girls came running into the room.
"Who's this?" They asked staring up at Jenna.
"This is my friend Jenna. You girls go play please, I need to talk to her for a few minutes. Tell your mom I'll be back into the kitchen in a little bit. I'll be upstairs." Rack pulled her up the stairs to his room.
Jenna followed him and waited for him to shut the door.
"They seem wonderful." Jenna told him.
"They are. What's going on? You look upset." Rack said and pulled her into his arms and hugged her for a moment, her purse squished between them, a reminder of the stick that was in the pocket on the inside of it.
"I have something I need to tell you." Jenna told him. "Please don't hate me."
"I could never hate you Jenna," Rack looked confused and took a step back when Jenna pushed her purse against his chest so she could get into it.
She pulled out the stick and handed it to him. She didn't say a word, just left it in his hands.
Rack stared at it for the longest time before he looked up at her.
"It's mine, I assume?" Rack asked her.
"There's no one else, and my husband is still out of the country and we haven't been intimate in months." She said and started to cry.
"No honey, don't cry." Rack gathered her up in his arms and rocked her, patting her back gently. "Shhh, it's going to be okay. I'm here for you."
"What am I going to do?" Jenna asked him, wishing he had all the answers.
"You keep the baby, we raise it, and you tell your husband." Rack told her bluntly.
"I know I will need to tell my husband, but I don't know what that means for my relationship. We didn't discuss something like this before he left." Jenna buried her face against his chest for a moment, then wiped her eyes and looked up at him. "He gets home this weekend, and I'm going to tell him in person."
"Do you want me to be there for that?" Rack asked wanting to be supportive.
"If you want to be, sure. This is going to need to be worked out between the three of us no matter what time." Jenna said quietly. "I should probably let you go and spend time with your family. I didn't mean to intrude."
"They were just stopping by for the afternoon. They were visiting our parents and stopped by to see me on their way home." Rack told her. He stroked her cheek gently and then leaned down and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm not going to abandon you, okay?"
Jenna nodded. "I should probably go and then schedule the first OB appointment. Do you want to go with me?"
"Why don't we talk to your husband before we do anything else and see what he has to say okay?" Rack said. "I am here for you no matter what, I love you Jenna. I know we haven't known each other that long, but baby or no baby, I want you in my life and I'm willing to fight for you."
Jenna looked at him and wondered how it was possible to love two men at the same time.
"I love you too, which is why this situation is so confusing." Jenna sniffled.
Rack nodded at her. "I know you still love your husband, and I am not asking you to leave him. I'm willing to find a way to make this work if he wants to be open to it."
"You're generous Rack. I got lucky that I found you." Jenna pressed another kiss to his lips and touched his cheek with her hand.
"Do you want your stick back?" He asked her.
"No, you can keep it for now, or throw it away, whatever you want." Jenna told him.
Loud banging came from the door and they could hear kids outside giggling and shouting.
"I should let you get back to your family. We'll talk soon. I'll text you when you should come over this weekend." Jenna told him as she walked towards the door.
"Okay." Rack said, running his fingers through his hair wondering how he was going to handle being in love with a woman who was married to another man, who was now pregnant with his child.
A child she apparently intended to keep.
What a mess.
Chapter 5
Jenna kept checking the clock, nervously waiting for Rack to get here. Kyle was taking a nap after he'd gotten home from the airport. He'd given her a quick peck on the cheek, took a shower and passed out.
She realized she still loved her husband, but he was so cold and distant towards her. Maybe it would be better to get a divorce and try to see if a relationship with Rack could work out without being a three-way relationship.
She was so confused, and she was hurting. Kyle is the one who put her in the position to mess around while married, it resulted in a child she desperately wanted to keep, but her husband was... she wasn't even sure how he was going to react, she just had a gut feeling it wouldn't be pretty.
A little while later Rack rang their doorbell and she let him in, she went to go make some tea to calm her nerves while she waited for Kyle to wake up.
Two cups later Kyle finally dragged himself out of bed and sleepily walked into the kitchen to find Rack and Jenna standing there.
"Who is this Jenna?" He asked her, looking confused, then he saw Rack's hand covering Jenna's and it slowly sunk in. "Is this your boyfriend?"
"Yes, but we need to talk-" Jenna started to say when he interrupted her.
"I told you never to bring them to our house." Kyle was angry with her and it was clear on his face and the fact he was almost shouting at her.
"Listen to me Kyle, I wouldn't have had him come here if it wasn't important." Jenna told
him and let go of Rack's hand to walk over and put a hand on Kyle's chest and looked up into his eyes. "I love you Kyle, I do, which is why we need to talk about this together."
"What's going on Jenna, enough with the word games, just spit it out." Kyle growled at her.
"I'm pregnant." Jenna said.
"How pregnant?" Kyle asked.
"Not pregnant enough to be yours." Jenna told him bluntly.
"So what, you want a divorce?" Kyle looked at Rack and walked over to him and before Rack could respond he punched him the jaw. "How dare you come into my home and knock up my wife."
Rack stumbled backwards and put his hand to his chin, despite the pain he stood up straight and tall after he recovered from the blow and didn't back down.
"I love your wife, I promised her I would tell you with her, and I wasn't asking her to get a divorce, or I wasn't before you hit me." Rack said.
"You got my wife pregnant!" Kyle said outraged. "That was my job."
"Kyle, stop, please?" Jenna begged him, and started to cry, not wanting to be stuck in this mess.
Kyle and Rack both stopped and went to comfort her at the same time.
"I love Jenna, and I know she loves you. I don't intend to interfere with her marriage unless you don't want her anymore. I'm willing to work this out between the three of us. I knew she was married when I got involved and I'm willing to share her with you." Rack said, sounding completely reasonable to Jenna, though she wasn't sure Kyle would go for it.
Kyle stood there, one hand on Jenna's arm, looking like he didn't know if he wanted to hug Jenna, or punch Rack again.
"I love you Kyle, I swear I do, I didn't mean to get pregnant. It definitely wasn't planned on purpose. I don't want a divorce. I don't want to pick between you two." Jenna said. "I understand if you can't be with me anymore now that I'm pregnant, and I understand if you don't want a relationship like this."
"Jenna, you can't just thrust this kind of situation on me and not give me time to process it." Kyle said. He walked forward a step and wrapped his arms around Jenna and rested his chin on the top of her head while giving Rack a confused look. "I love you, I would do anything to make this relationship work, even if it means sharing you with another man. I agreed to this, I just didn't understand the possible repercussions when I made the suggestion. I know you need companionship; I also know you wanted children. I'm sorry I couldn't be the husband or father you needed me to be."
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