Gay Male / 41
Yes, She's My Boss, She's Married, She's Pregnant
lI still don't know how it happened or why she chose me. I'd been a middling employee of hers for 7 years. The one thing that could be said of me is that I was reliable.
She comes in to work one day, very agitated. She's about to cry during our meeting, so I invite her to pause and take as much time as she needs.
She just says, "He's such a bastard." It's 8 PM before she has finished telling me the story of her husband.
The man is obviously an idiot. He has this beautiful, successful woman in his bed every night and he doesn't even have to pay! He doesn't give her the sex she needs, drags his feet on giving her another baby, and to top it off, argues with her over silly things. She's had enough.
I suggest we stop for dinner before going home, given the late hour. No, I didn't mean a date. I meant overdue nourishment for both of us, and an hour's respite from her terrible husband, for her.
She loosens up after we've had a few glasses of wine. I encourage her to stop and just drink water, but she insists on a second bottle. She becomes a sloppy drunk and starts playing footsie with me under the table.
We walk back to our cars and as I'm saying good night grabs me and says, "Oh, James, I need you. I've waited 7 years staying with the wrong man because I thought you didn't like me."
I follow her to her house. It's her husband's bowling night. And mine, too...I'm slapping my balls against my boss as I power-fuck her. Apparently, I'm also knocking down pins; she comes up pregnant when we're only one month into our affair.
She's excited if's mine, not her husband's. (I'm honestly relieved to know he is keeping grubby hands off her, and his dick out of her. She'll have to make a one-time exception so he'll think the baby is his, but so be it.) That pussy is mine, now. She reassures me every time we make love. And by now it is that, not just fucking anymore.
I guess I'm a little worried someday her husband will find out the child is not his, and come after me. The man has a temper, she tells me! But I'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
She comes in to work one day, very agitated. She's about to cry during our meeting, so I invite her to pause and take as much time as she needs.
She just says, "He's such a bastard." It's 8 PM before she has finished telling me the story of her husband.
The man is obviously an idiot. He has this beautiful, successful woman in his bed every night and he doesn't even have to pay! He doesn't give her the sex she needs, drags his feet on giving her another baby, and to top it off, argues with her over silly things. She's had enough.
I suggest we stop for dinner before going home, given the late hour. No, I didn't mean a date. I meant overdue nourishment for both of us, and an hour's respite from her terrible husband, for her.
She loosens up after we've had a few glasses of wine. I encourage her to stop and just drink water, but she insists on a second bottle. She becomes a sloppy drunk and starts playing footsie with me under the table.
We walk back to our cars and as I'm saying good night grabs me and says, "Oh, James, I need you. I've waited 7 years staying with the wrong man because I thought you didn't like me."
I follow her to her house. It's her husband's bowling night. And mine, too...I'm slapping my balls against my boss as I power-fuck her. Apparently, I'm also knocking down pins; she comes up pregnant when we're only one month into our affair.
She's excited if's mine, not her husband's. (I'm honestly relieved to know he is keeping grubby hands off her, and his dick out of her. She'll have to make a one-time exception so he'll think the baby is his, but so be it.) That pussy is mine, now. She reassures me every time we make love. And by now it is that, not just fucking anymore.
I guess I'm a little worried someday her husband will find out the child is not his, and come after me. The man has a temper, she tells me! But I'll cross that bridge when we get to it.
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