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Bob Jackson sat at his desk in his home office. In one hand he held a glass filled with single malt scotch. In the other hand he held a letter from the fertility clinic in Birmingham. He stared at the letter for a time, and then tossed back a large amount of the scotch.
The letter contained shocking news that rocked him to his core. He had only gone to that damned place to satisfy his wife. He got up and walked to the bar to pour another glass of 18-year-old Glenlivet. His hand shook as he raised his glass to his lips, but the amber fluid created a warm feeling in his belly that calmed him.
He had already heard the news from Dr. Alfred in person, but the letter from the clinic gave the diagnosis a certain finality. The letter said in no uncertain terms that he was 100 % sterile.
The news hit him like a ton of bricks. He had made love to many countless women in his time and no one had ever claimed to be carrying his child. This did not surprise him. He had always used condoms for fear of disease. Only a few times had he been so reckless as to not wear one.
His wife had been on birth control since before they were married. He had not wanted her to get pregnant. He wanted her body all to himself, unmarred by the burden of child bearing.
Sure, at some point, just before Erica's flower began to fade with age, there would be the time to have a kid. Maybe when she was thirty-six or thirty-eight, there would be plenty of time to push out a couple of heirs for the Jackson estate, but not now, not ever.
Bob contemplated on what he had to do. He could never allow Erica to know he was sterile. He would have to have a document forged at the clinic stating he was fertile. He could show that to Erika and she would never know any different. A few thousand dollars in the right hands should make that easy enough. He folded the real document and hid it inside the vest pocket of the suit he wore.
Who the hell needed kids anyway? The damned little monsters just caused trouble and destroyed a woman's body. Who could enjoy saggy floppy tits and stretch marks? Fucking was a better use for a woman's body than pregnancy. His diagnosis now assured him he could fuck any woman without fear of leaving his bastard behind.
With the 4th of July approaching, The Jackson estate became a very busy place. Bob Jackson held an annual BBQ at his home, as his father before him had.
Of course, most of the details were left to his wife Erica. She took her role as hostess very seriously.
Skilled help was hired to assist Frederick, the chef. Frederick was a creole from New Orleans, skilled in the culinary arts of the world. There would be two fine young hogs roasted over an open fire of hickory and oak coals, rendered into barbecued ribs and pulled pork. For those who preferred beef, a yearling calf would be roasted and barbecued. Also, fresh Black Angus rib eye steaks imported from Omaha. A fine hash was prepared by the dozens of gallons to be served over rice. Potato salad, sweet tea in great quantity, pies, puddings, cakes of every kind, as well as fresh melons, the menu was huge.
A huge tent was erected on the east lawn, and a huge air conditioning system was rented to make the festivities pleasant. The grounds and the house had been adorned with banners and flags of red white and blue. The pool and its facilities were made available to all.
Great quantities of wine, liquor, and beer were brought in of every variety. It had once been said that Bob Jackson had enough booze at his annual 4th of July barbecue to fill the damned pool. There would be a live band and a fireworks display at dusk.
The guest list was quite extensive, friends, family, distant relations, also county officials, judges, and rising politicians. Erica made sure to send a personal invitation to Josh Richards and his parents, urging Josh to bring a friend.
"Oh, my god. I can't believe it" Susan Morgan cried out. "You're invited to the Jackson's for the 4th."
"Yeah, well, I just work there." Josh said.
"The invitation says you can bring a friend. We've been pretty friendly here lately, don't you think." she asked, as she bent over to pull a sheet of fresh baked cookies from the oven. The aroma filled the room.
"You have been really friendly, Ma'am."
"Stop calling me that. I'm not some old lady. I'm only one year older than you." she said.
The couple were alone in Susan's trailer. She wore her cutoff jeans, her usual attire around the house, which exposed her legs all the way up to half her ass cheeks. The blue tube top she wore threatened to expose her ample breasts at any moment. Josh's cock stayed semi-hard whenever he was around Susan. She was extremely attractive and conveyed an aura of sexuality like a movie star.
"These cookies need to cool off a little while." she said with a wink. "In the meantime, I got some shaky puddin' that needs a little heatin' up."
Susan unbuttoned the front of her cutoff jeans, and with a sexy smile and wiggle of her hips, pushed her bottoms to the floor. She stepped out of them, never losing eye contact with Josh. She reached down with one hand and picked up the skimpy garment, letting it dangle from one finger, she turned her delicious thong clad ass around and walked back to her bedroom. Josh followed her like a bloodhound on a trail.
When Josh arrived in the bedroom, Susan had already removed the tiny thong and the flimsy tube top. She lay on the bed with her legs spread wide with one finger manipulating her clit.
"Don't you want a taste of this shaky puddin', Josh?"
Josh wasted no time. Clearly Susan needed satisfaction. He crawled up on the bed between her splayed legs and began to lick her sweet female flower. He inserted his tongue at the base of her channel. He licked upwards until he met her clit, where his tongue flicked at it up and down and side to side. Then he dragged his tongue back down her slit, stopping only to stab his tongue as deeply as he could at her entrance.
Susan was moaning and a fine sheen of perspiration appeared on her forehead. Her legs trapped Josh's head between her thighs in a vice. She reached down and grabbed a handful of his black mane and used it to pull him closer to her. She arched her back and raised her pelvis to meet him. Her center had become an inferno of lust and desire. Every nerve in her body had become sensitive. Like the crash of a huge wave upon rocks at the shore, she began to climax.
It was the most earth-shattering orgasm that Susan could remember. Wave after wave of sexual pleasure washed over her body. Her vision failed her momentarily and all she could see was stars in her eyes.
It took several moments for her to come down off such an exquisite orgasm. When she did, she realized that Josh was lying beside her on the bed, still fully clothed, holding her in his arms.
