By Paula C.
Mike laid back looking up at the ceiling. It happened all before he could pull out of it, to stop it. He didn’t even know how it really started.
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The Monkees were on tour. Janice, Mike’s wife, was expecting their second child. Mike was so happy when she announced that they were expecting. Mike loved his first son so much, but it was hard to fit in time between the show, appearances, and recording. Mike adored his son and he knew that his son loved him. Janice always kept things in prospective for Mike with the home life that Mike had craved, stability and love.
Janice stayed home; her sister came to stay with her while Mike was on the road.
Mike held Janice at the airport. "I wish you could come." Mike told her.
"The doctor wants me to take it easy and being on the road with you is not what I call easy."
Mike agreed and held on to her till it was announced that the charter plane was ready. Mike gave Janice the last kiss that would be their last carefree loving kiss that they would give each other.
"I love you," he whispered.
"I love you too, Mike.” She flashed that smile to her husband that he adored on her face.
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The first leg of the tour was of the south starting in Atlanta. They would travel south to New Orleans, then over to Tampa , Miami and work their way up the coast to New York.
In Miami, they met up with a friend of Peters, a photographer by the name of Natasha. She stood 5'5" with long brunette hair with a hint of red hi-lights. She dressed flashy, the type of clothing that made an announcement in the room. Mike couldn’t take his eyes off of her.
Peter had asked her to join on the tour for a few stops, thus giving her an opportunity to take pictures of the guys while not in public.
Natasha pursued Mike. She followed him with her camera, taking pictures while he was sitting by the pool, watching the others swim, or sitting at the table signing pictures before an appointment at some record store or radio station. She took pictures of Mike and Micky while they bantered with a DJ at a radio station to promote their album. Natasha even caught the time when Mike thought he was alone and was missing his wife and son.
One night when they were staying over in a hotel, Peter had a party in his room. As most know, a party by Peter is an experience to be had by mind and body.
Mike usually stayed out of the game, but he was feeling a bit down and figured maybe Peter had scored something that would give his mind a lift from its state of depression. There were fifteen people in various spots in Peter’s suite. Natasha was among them.
Mike fixed himself a drink from the bar and looked around the room to see what pills there were to be had. Mike found something that he had taken before and took the funny little pill; hoping it would do what he wanted it to do, help him escape for awhile.
Soon Mike was feeling fine. He started dancing with some of the girls that were dancing in different states of undress that others had dared them to be in.
Mike sat down in a chair and Natasha stood by him. She leaned over in her loose fitting shirt, exposing her unfettered breasts. She moved to straddle his hips, her legs fitting closely to him on his lap.
Mike looked up to her brown eyes. She leaned forward and kissed him. Mike drank in her taste, the taste of honey, or was it something else? He couldn’t remember.
Natasha rocked her hips against Mike, creating an erotic lap dance. Soon he was sitting back enjoying the friction that she was creating against his dick, for he was now hard. Part of his mind told him to stop, think about Janice but he was already far-gone, he was already zoning on his drug and he wanted to play.
Mike opened his eyes to see that Natasha had her hands on her breasts, teasing herself. He took his hand to her head and pulled her to his lips to kiss once more, a demanding kiss. She opened her mouth letting him plunder. He took his other hand to her ass and pulled her tight against him, kissing her with no mercy.
Mike wanted to taste more of her. "My room," he told her.
They left Peter’s party and headed for Mike’s room. Once he closed the door, he whipped her around and held her against the wall, kissing her once more. He lifted her a bit to have a leg between her legs, a hand reaching her breast.
Natasha was breathing heavy. Mike kissed her neck and exposed shoulder, where he gave her a light bite. Natasha’s hand was buried in his hair. "Yes," she hissed when she felt the glint of pain from his bite.
Mike pulled back and took her hand to pull her further into the room. "Undress," he told her.
That was easy for Natasha; she pulled off her shirt and then unzipped her skirt after flinging her sandals off. She stood before Mike naked.
Mike stripped out of his button shirt, jeans and boots in quick time. He grabbed her and held her close. He buried his head to her neck, nuzzling, kissing, and licking to make her shiver.
Somehow Mike moved to get them to the bed. Natasha then took over the dominant position and started loving Mike. Finally she made her way to her prized destination, his cock. She took it in her mouth and sucked on his tall full mass. Mike was lost to the sensation that she caused when she sucked him in. He closed his eyes and bucked his hips. Natasha brought him to the brink and pulled back from him. Mike opened his eyes to see her standing on her knees.
"Don’t think I’m going to waste you in my mouth. I want your cum in me," she told him. "Come here, I want you to eat me." she told him. They switched positions and he did as he was told. He found her clit with his tongue and started licking her sensitive nub. Soon she was starting to shake with each rake of his tongue.
"Come up here Mike.” Mike moved to look down at her face. Natasha rubbed his swollen dick. "Now fuck me," she ordered.
Mike moved to fill her pussy with his swollen member. She was so wet that he slipped in as deep as she could take him. He moved slowly but she brought her legs around and set a faster pace. "I said fuck me," she growled. Mike finally realized that she wanted it fast and hard. He let go then, shoving his dick in hard and pulling back fast.
Natasha raked his back with her nails and bit into his shoulder when he hit her spot that made her arch with pleasure. "Yes," she screamed.
Mike pounded her till she shuddered with her orgasm. He soon emptied into her with his own release.
Mike slumped to her side, energy spent in his rise to release. Natasha looked to the half drowsy Texan. She moved to kiss his lips. She moved her hands over his body. Mike laid back, he didn’t think he could do it again but if she wanted to, he could try.
Her hands were all over his body, teasing, licking, biting. Mike had a renewed hard on. She took it in her hands and started jerking him off. Mike closed his eyes letting her take the lead. Then he felt her move away from him. He opened his eyes to see her sit over his legs and take him in her pussy. She moved her hips, rocking him within her.
Mike started to push up his hips into her at her rhythm. Soon she came with another scream of delight. Mike continued to thrust up till he came a few minutes later into her.
Natasha leaned forward and kissed him on the lips. "That was a fuck from a great fucker," she teased.
Mike would normally take offense to that, but he was too tired. He fell asleep, not really caring if she stayed or left.
Mike woke up with a bad hangover. The sheet was drawn up over him. He moved slowly to get to the bathroom to relieve himself and find some aspirin. Once that was done, Mike went back into his room. He found his clothes on the floor. What had he done last night? He couldn’t remember. He had gone to Peter’s party looking for some drink and good drugs.
Mike returned to the bathroom and started the shower. He got into the hot spray and felt pain from his back. Mike got out of the shower and looked at himself in the mirror. Scratch marks were showing red welts on his back. He looked down and saw a bruise here and there from someone biting him. Finally it dawned on him, he had spent a night with Natasha.
Mike returned to the shower. He began to cry, for he had betrayed himself and his love for his wife, Janice.
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Mike returned home six weeks later. He took Janice in his arms and held her tight. She looked big, with only two months to go with her pregnancy. "How I missed you," Mike told her.
Janice hugged Mike close to her. "I’m glad you’re home."
The first night home Mike and Janice made love the best they could in her condition. She gave him head and he touched her all over. The baby kicked while his daddy was having fun with mommy. Mike came close to tears right then, thinking about what he had done, but he kept it at bay. He brought his wife to an orgasm that she hadn’t felt for some time by the hand of her husband.
Mike held her close, while she slept. He couldn’t sleep, for his heart was heavy with its betrayal.
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Two weeks later Mike received an envelope by courier from New York. The address was from Natasha’s studio. Mike opened the envelope. Inside were several photographs of Mike in times when he thought he was alone. Then a letter came out.
Dear Mike.
Here are some shots of you that I took. This is the man that I fell for.
Thank you for the grandest night of my life. Since returning to New
York, I haven’t been able to think of much else but you.
I went to the doctor last week. I hadn’t been feeling well. It seems that
I am pregnant. There is only one I have been with in four months.
I’m pregnant with your child Mike.
Mike gasped. No, he thought, it can’t be. He looked into the other room and saw Janice working with their son on a project.
Mike couldn’t face them, not at the moment. Mike went to the closet and pulled out his jacket and helmet. "Honey, I’m going out for a ride. I’ll be back soon."
"Be back by four, the guys are coming by for dinner."
Mike brought the envelope with him and got on his bike. He started out, not thinking about where he was going. He just had to go, move.
Mike made it back to the house at five. He knew Janice would be upset with him. The guys all looked up at him when he entered the room.
"Sorry," he said in apology.
"Where you been?” Mike’s son asked.
"Riding, thinking.” Mike answered back in truth.
Dinner was served soon after. The guys usually stopped by once a week to get a home cooked meal from Janice since they were all bachelors. Mike slid into easy banter with his friends.
After the guys had left and the dishes done. Janice put their son to bed. Janice returned to her husband. "What’s wrong?" she asked.
Mike had been standing looking at the picture of Janice holding their son. Mike turned to look at him, tears running down his face. "I’m sorry," he told her, dropping to his knees. He reached out for her. "I’m so sorry Janice."
Janice looked down to her weeping husband. She had never seen him in such a state.
"Mike?" she asked.
Mike stood up and pulled out the letter from Natasha. "I told you about Natasha, Peter’s friend."
"The photographer."
Mike nodded. "She sent me some of the photos she took of me while on tour along with this note," he explained. "Janice, I did something very stupid and I have been trying to think how to tell you and now Natasha told me..."
Mike handed Janice the letter. She read it. Janice moved to sit at the kitchen table. She looked at Mike.
"I want you out – pack a bag and get out. I don’t think I can deal with you and the situation right now."
"Janice...” Mike took a step towards her.
"Don’t!" she told him. "I would go, but I’m not in the position right now to go." she looked at her extended belly. "Please Mike. I didn’t do anything wrong. But I can’t talk to you about it right now."
Mike knew he was the one who did the wrong. He left the room and went upstairs to their bedroom and packed a bag. He called Micky and asked if he could crash at his place for a few days.
Mike returned to see Janice hadn’t moved from her chair. He told her he would be at Micky’s. She nodded. Mike left the house and got into his car. He sat there for a few minutes then started the engine.
Mike was in Micky’s guest bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, thinking what a mess he had made of the whole situation. He lost his wife. For what? He asked himself. A cheap thrill with another female. On top of that, he had brought another soul into the world that would have to endure the pain of an obsession because of his stupidity.
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