Where it happened: Sofa
Langauge: English
Sex: Female
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
It was the most stupid thing that I have ever done, but because of the baby who I gave birth to just a year ago I’m grateful that it happened.
I was working for the bank as a loans officer and had been married for two years to the most wonderful man in the entire world whose faults were just the same as any other perfect man there was. Our baby was just a year old and I was the perfect mother and wife, at least I thought I was until that fateful afternoon.
He walked into my office, an older man in his mid to late forties. I was attracted to him the moment he came in there and found it difficult to keep my composure as he talked to me about his finances and what he needed from the bank. He was an artist and a photographer and traveled quite a lot. He was also very rich and had a penthouse suite and studio in an expensive condo tower in the city.
Our business with me was completed. I stood up to open up the door to let him out. His eyes were gorgeous. He asked if I was married. I said I was. He asked if I would like to have a drink with him that evening, and see the view from where he lived. I said I’d like to but I couldn’t. He left my office and I closed the door and stood there, just thinking what it might be like? My husband was the only man who I had been with.
I phoned him the next day. The papers were all ready for his signature. He came in that afternoon to sign them. Again he asked if I would like to meet him for a drink? I said that I would like to but I couldn’t. He asked me if I’d call him if I changed my mind. I said I would.
My husband had been with several women starting when he was fifteen. He’d done a threesome once with his cousin and her friend. He was dating a girl that I was working with before we met. She talked about the sex they had, and said he was the ‘best fuck’ she had had. I was still a virgin when we met. She introduced us. The chemistry was instant. He had phoned me discreetly, and we talked, and then one night he came to the apartment where I lived. He seduced me, and we fucked that first night he came over. He had promised he would break it off with the other girl I worked with.
It took three months. She continued telling me about their sex, the taste of semen in her mouth, and how he made her cum each time they fucked. He did the same with me, I never told her. I hated him for cheating on my friend. I liked the way it felt when we had sex. I couldn’t stop him.
We got married a year later. We fought just now and then. One night we had the worst fight ever. I asked how I compared to other women he had been with. He said that Meaghan, the girl I used to work with, was much better. We didn’t talk again that night. He tried to fuck me the next morning. I told him he should talk to Meaghan. He said that he was sorry for the things he said. I told him he could go to hell and went to work.
His card was sitting on my desk. His name was Bob. I phoned him. He asked if I was free that afternoon. I said I could be. I cancelled my appointments for the afternoon and booked off with a headache. I met him at a bar down town. We drank sufficient that it made me lose my inhibitions and then we went to his apartment and the studio where he worked.
He showed me all the work he’d done, the photographs of famous models that made him famous. He asked if he could take some photo shots of me, and said I had a gorgeous face and body. We spent an hour taking different shots, and then at his suggestion and with my willingness to comply I started to get naked.
His hands would help me find position, adjusting where my knee should be etcetera, and then another photo would be taken.
Finally it happened. I smiled as his hand brushed up against my pubic hairs. He asked me if I liked the way it felt when he had touched me? I told him that it gave me wicked thoughts. He touched me there again, and then he fingered me, and then we kissed as I had reached to take his cock out and then sucked it.
We fucked, right there inside his studio. I came as I had never cum before! I loved the way it felt when he was in me! I’d love to have a kid that looked like him and hoped I might get pregnant from his seed. I wasn’t on the pill. I didn’t care.
My husband had supper waiting, and said again that he was sorry. Then he said the things he said were wrong and were intended just to hurt me. He promised he would never say such things again. I forgave him.
The next day I threw the card away, and though I still had access to the file I knew that I must never be in contact with Bob again! He phoned. I asked him not to phone again. He didn’t.
Did I get pregnant? Yes I did. My baby’s eyes are evident of who delivered sperm to make it happen.
I can’t believe what happened yesterday. It’s been a year almost exactly. I phoned him, and met him once again at his apartment. I didn’t tell him I’d been pregnant. I was horny. I wanted him to fuck me like before! We hardly spoke. He took my clothes off, then fucked me naked up against a wall; then on his bed. He said I was a whore. I said I liked it. I told him I’d be back for more. I’d just found out the day before about my husband, that he’d fucked Meaghan several times since we’d been married. She had told me. I asked if he denied it. He told me he was sorry.
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