This is Part Two of my Manipulation story, you can read Part One by returning to my name 'wills', hit the blue link at the top or bottom of this story.
Manipulation is written in five parts, each part is written and will be posted at weekly intervals. Each part can be read as an individual erotic story, you
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get more pleasure and enjoyment by reading the whole series, that is why I have refrained from posting until the series is completely written. I have written a 'spin off' story, "Mandy" a girl who described herself as 'I'm like a candy bar, I don't mind who has a bit, as long as they don't take the whole bar'; it will be posted after Part Five. I hope you enjoy the story, please vote and send me feedback on the Public Comment page or privately.
FRIDAY
It is nearly 30 hours since I last spoke with Anna. I have not called my wife, partly out of fear that she might change her mind, and partly because I am still lost for words. Don't ask me what I've been doing for the last day or so because I really have no idea! I have not shot a load in that time, I decided to take my wife's advice seriously and save my juice for Anna, well, except for Anna's little game on the telephone, I might only get one shot at this, I want her to remember it.
I arrived for lunch about a quarter of an hour early, a waiter showed me to a quiet corner table where I sat with first date nerves. My wife is smart, she knows that not many people eat lunch in a city hotel so it was going to be quieter than a down town restaurant. Anna arrived precisely at 1 o'clock. She walked across the dining room and I had a chance to really look at her properly for the first time in fifteen years. She is a little shorter than me, still with the rich dark brown hair. Once, early on when she worked for me, she dyed it red after hearing a chance comment about how sexy I thought red heads were, my wife was furious, she accusing me of telling her to do it.
Her hair flows as she walks, wavy shoulder length at the sides, longer at the back. Breasts, relatively high on her chest, and, just like I remembered, they undulate as she walks, a promise of brimming over goodness: I can hardly wait to get my hands and lips on them. She has relatively narrow shoulders that accentuate her breast size, when she first worked for me, she had a habit of folding her arms across her chest under her breasts as if she trying to stop them escaping, of course, all that did was to give them a platform to bounce on.
Slim waist but not skinny, her tummy used to be as flat as a board, it had spread a little as we all do with age, boy was I going to make it spread some! Her bum, to my eyes, was to die for. I have never discussed Anna's bum with my wife. My wife's is exquisite, like the proverbial two halves of a peach but Anna's, well it was another class. It stuck out, looked perfectly round and had the distinctly disconcerting tendency to push her skirt away from her body so she looked, as she walked, as if she were partly undressed. Tight skirts were impossible; Anna wore light flowing skirts where the fabric could move with the ripples of her bum cheeks. As she walked toward me with her skirt dancing around her knees and those slim sun tanned legs I thought I was going to cum right then into my napkin!
I reached toward her with a greeting kiss and, as usual, I made a complete mess of it. As I went for her cheek, she checked my move, held me back, looked me straight in the eyes, and then kissed my mouth. Fiercely! I got the taste of her right then, God this girl's pussy extends all the way to her mouth. She tasted wonderful, fresh, clean, a hint of perfume from her lipstick and spring flowers from her hair. And there it was, lurking in the background, that earthy, lusty Anna smell.
We separated and as she pulled away, she stroked my cheek, "Ola meu amore."
We sat facing each other, complimenting each other on their appearances whilst the waiters brought menus and drinks. I have no idea what we ate; we both had the set lunch menu.
For a while, we talked about families and friends, our work and all of the usual things, avoiding the thing we were there to discuss. She leaned into me, across the table, and took my hand. She drew little circles on my palm with her nail and with her eyes on my hand, started to speak.
"Meu amore, don't worry about anything. I want a child so much it is eating me up inside, I am miserable, unhappy, and there is no other way. I want you to be the father of my child, I cannot think of anyone who would be a better father. You must know that I love you, that I loved you all those years ago and have never stopped. Federico and me, well that's different, I want this child, I want it to be ours, I am prepared to risk everything for that. To some degree, the desire I have for you may just be sexual, I have fantasised enough about you over the years; remember all those times in the office? I so much wanted to throw you on the floor and get on top of you; I have to have you. You will be doing me the greatest possible favour by getting me pregnant, I want this child so much, but you must never tell Federico, there is no need for him to know or to be hurt by what we have ahead of us. That's my first rule, Federico must never know about us."
She looked up and stared directly into my eyes, "Promise me now."
I gave her my solemn undertaking, not that I was ever going to discuss screwing his wife with him.
"The second rule is easy, if we don't succeed this month, then we have to keep trying and trying, I will probably want to carry one making love to you even when I'm pregnant but I'm not sure your wife will let me."
I replied half-heartedly, "You may not want to once the novelty has worn off, but lets wait and see what happens."
She gave me that delicious smile, "Meu amore, you have no idea how long I have waited for this, I'm not sure that I will want to give you up, despite all of the promises I have made to your wife. I have a longing for you that I cannot explain, not to you and not to myself. I just know that we have to do this and then see where it takes us. Maybe the spell will be broken once you make love to me, I have waited such a long time for this, and now, just like before my panties are damp just with looking at you. Its just like it was all those years ago. Do you remember that day in the office when I was wearing those Lycra pants! Never again!"
"Yes, I remember it very well, how could I forget. If I have it right, that was the start of you and my wife playing games with me, I never properly understood what all that was about, except that I was getting you displaying yourself before me in the office and my wife with the hots for me when I got home. My wife was reminding me of it just the other night."
"My God will she ever remember it. I was so embarrassed and so excited at the same time. I did not mean to cum all over her hand but I just could not stop once she touched me. You know, I bought those Lycra pants especially for you. I knew how much you liked to watch my bottom, you were always looking at it as I walked around the room and I thought they would give you the perfect view. Little did I know the pleasure and trouble they would cause. I know she has talked to you about that day so you have some idea of just how sensitive I was. I was young then, sexually charged up all the time and getting no relief, except from myself, even that was clumsy, uncontrolled. I suppose I did not really understand what was happening to my body until she took charge of me. I was a late starter, my period's didn't start until I was sixteen and my breasts sort of shot out over night, one day nothing, then these lumps started forming and I thought they would never stop! Then from nowhere I had these puffy pink lips between my thighs, tingling as if they wanted to be rubbed all the time. Honestly, you have no idea what it was like. Those damn hormones urging me to do the most outrageous things.
