Anthony and Fran: An Invitation to Dinner
After our storage room tryst things at Radio Shack became very interesting.
However, some things remained the same. Anthony still brought pastries every day. He still placed my favorite on a small plate and garnished it with whip cream and the occasional strawberry. We still discussed women and we never became bored with the topic. His wife still remained the centerpiece of that conversation.
The difference now was that whenever Fran came by I would always take her in the back room for a little naughtiness. Sometimes with and sometimes without the accompany of Anthony. Occasionally Fran would even stop in when Anthony was not working. Sometimes she would call him on those occasions so that he could listen in on our activities over the phone. The only thing that remained constant was that I never withdrew my cock from her tight little cunt when I came. My inseminations had become almost daily routine after a few short weeks.
One afternoon after such a visit, as we were laying nude on a pile of empty cardboard boxes and with my seed slowly dripping from her well fucked pussy, Fran and I began a conversation we had not yet verbally expressed.
"Dominick?" She asked softly.
"Yes?" I replied.
"I'm yours." She said. "More than that, we are both yours...Anthony and I. We belong to you."
"I'm well aware." I stated. "It's very obvious. Why do you bring it up?"
"I'm pregnant." She said without an ounce of hesitation. "It's yours. You are the only man who has been inside me in weeks."
"Is that so?" I asked nonchalantly. "I'm not surprised. In fact I consider it a victory. You must've known that it was my intention to breed you."
"I know." She said with a smile. "I'm only making the announcement."
"Does Anthony know?" I asked not really caring if he did or not.
"Not yet." She said. "I want you to tell him."
Her face was radiant in that moment. Her half loving half devious smile stretched from ear to ear. Her dark brown eyes shown with a wonton lustful hunger that only I could satisfy. I recognized the look immediately.
"Will you?" She asked.
I smiled up at her. I could sense her thrill at the idea. What's more is that I could visibly see the arousal in her body language.
I reached up and grabbed a fistful of her short hair at the back of her head and brought her thick, soft lips to mine.
"Of course I will." I said just before giving her a long and lingering kiss.
As we dressed we discussed plans for a dinner...just the three of us. I would meet them at their home and she would prepare the meal. We decided sooner rather than later and set the date for the following Saturday evening. I walked her to her car and forgetting that eyes were present I held her tightly to my body and kissed her in a way that was unmistakably familiar.
I felt her tremble in my arms.
"I love you." She whispered.
"I know." I replied. "Now go home and tell Anthony about our playtime."
She smiled and sat down in her car, turned the key, put it in drive and pulled away. I stood there in the park watching until she turned down a side street and disappeared from my line of sight.
The next morning I arrived at work to find my usual pastry placed upon my desk. Anthony was hard at work setting up a new holiday display. As soon as I placed my things down I walked over to him and we began our usual banter regarding women and work.
He never brought up previous activities between his wife and myself; not even the few times he had been directly involved. I appreciated that fact simply because I like to avoid awkwardness and because I enjoyed Anthony's professionalism. He was in fact a fantastic employee. People liked him and that was good for sales.
Fran stopped by briefly that afternoon. She was out and about gathering things here and there and wanted to check in with me. It should be stated that when she did happen by, she rarely acknowledged Anthony anymore and if she did it was to inform him of something household related. She was never impolite or condescending toward him. She clearly still had love for her husband. But she no longer regarded him as a lover. Her body now belonged to me.
This particular afternoon she stopped in to remind Anthony he would need to stop by the grocery store on his way home to gather items for the following evening's dinner arrangements. She handed him a list and then accompanied me into the back room.
I sat down at my desk, unfastened my belt, unzipped my fly and pulled out my semi erect cock. Fran immediately dropped to her knees between my legs and began sucking in the most loving way imaginable; her eyes completely focused on the object of her desire.
I absolutely loved the way she reverently sucked my cock; the way she held it at the base as her soft lips worked slowly up and down the shaft. She savored every moan that parted my lips and showed her gratitude by swallowing every drop of my seed each and every time.
After she finished I told her to be sure she gave Anthony and nice long kiss before leaving. The smile on her face told me she would gladly obey.
