Not My Baby

II found this in my reject pile from 2019. I'll figure I'll see if I can fix it and get it posted. This will be my third submission of this story because it keeps rejected for dialogue grammar. I've tried to get an editor to no avail.

There is very little poorly written sex. Grammar might not be correct and the story might suck. I hope someone enjoys it. I might have one more story in me. I'm not a writer. Sales is my background and years of being taught and teaching the less you say the better chance to win the sale as carried over into my writing. Maybe I need to be more descriptive or expand scenes. I don't know. I feel I convey what I'm trying to convey.

THAT'S NOT MY BABY??

The room was spinning. I remember the nurse saying "here is your son". I remember my wife calling my name and the doctor asking if I was alright. I couldn't breath, people say that but I could not get my breath. I remember being punched in the 7th grade by a 9th grader. Straight to the solar plexus. This is how it felt. Except it was more of a Tyson punch like in the video game. No, it was worst than that. I looked back as I barely grabbed the door jam to steady myself. I turned back and yelled "THAT'S NOT MY BABY" and fled the hospital.

10 Months ago

"Are you ever going to get dressed", I asked my beautiful wife of 5 years. Yes, all husbands call their wives beautiful and they should. But I knew other men considered my wife beautiful. While I took pride in being with such a lady it had caused problems in the past. Over flirtatious men, some even that were outright aggressive. So far I hadn't had to fight anyone off but I have come close once. Sometimes I think my wife loves the attention.

Back to trying to get my wife dressed. It was her companies Christmas party. It was always a nice event. Not stuffy like others I've attended. Usually 75-100 people, co-workers, spouses and some customers. I knew most of the people she worked with and their spouses. It was a good company that did back end operations for small restaurants. I didn't even know there were companies that did that stuff. They had branches around the country in each region.

"I want to look nice for you, I don't get to show off all that often" she yelled from the bedroom to give as an excuse for being late....again.

"Baby, every time you leave the house you're showing off, I said proudly yelling back. 'But I don't want to be too late, I have to work tomorrow and I want to get in some partying before I turn into a pumpkin"

"Was this worth the wait?" she said as she stood in the doorway.

She was wearing a LRD, Little Red Dress and I mean little. It showed off her legs which might be her best feature besides her personality. Oh my wife does have a name, Stella. Named for an unmet grandmother. And Stella still had her grove on. I'm Jim Robinson by the way. I run a food truck and catering company. Its not glamorous but it pays the bills. Long hours and hard work but I love to cook. Its one of the more popular trucks in the area.

Stella is what made the dress worth the wait. At 27 she's 5'2" and what young people would call brick house thick. Nice handful size tits, she hates when I call them that. A nice tummy that I love to rub and an ass that 20 years ago white girls hated but now seem to love. If she twerked for a living I wouldn't have to work and we would have a bigger house. But its her eyes that first catch your attention. A piercing hazel green. Framed my dark long curly hair. Skin the color of very light french roast creamer, Her mother jokes its from a distant relative. It reminds you almost of Italian ancestry. She says there's no Italians in her family that shes knows of.

The dress barely covered the back of her thick thighs. I was glad there wouldn't be a lot of bending over because the bottom of her ass cheeks would be exposed to the world. It was open in the back almost to the top of her ass. And the front showed her cleavage in ways I didn't think possible. If you paid $5 per yard that dress probably cost $2.50. It was just enough not to get arrested. Since this was a work party I wasn't too worried about dealing with aggressive suitors to my wife's charms.

I felt under dressed next to her with a nice blue blazer and chinos. I wear suits at work and wanted a change. The party is usually pretty casual. I'm not a bad looking guy. 5'8" 195 pounds. I'm in pretty good shape considering I'm in a hot truck cooking all day.

Arriving at the hotel we entered the ballroom, seeing we weren't the first to arrive but not the last. After leaving her coat at check out we went headed to the bar stopping to say hello to some co-workers along the way. Many I had already met from past social events.

I was having a good time, talking to a couple of the guys about the football season and who's team sucked the worst. Stella was chatting with some ladies about I guess ladies stuff. Most of the men were there with their wives who worked at the company.

Then I noticed someone new, a large black guy. I mean linebacker large. He stood out not only because of his size but the fact that he was the one of the few black people at the party. He was making the rounds chatting up most people. Not paying attention to anyone in particular.

I noticed one of the husbands I had been talking to had a look of outright hate on his face. I thought he mumbled. 'That son of a bitch' but I wasn't sure. As the new guy came up to the group Stella was with I noticed one lady looking in our direction nervously. She gave a quick hello to the stranger and left coming over towards us. She came over, her name was Helen and her husband, the mad guy, was Bill. She asked Bill if he was ready to leave.

Surprisingly he said "I'm not going to be ran off" and went to the bar. Helen had a very nervous look about her and quickly followed. I stood by wondering what the hell just happened. No one else was saying anything about the interplay between them but the atmosphere changed a little. The husbands looked at each other than back at the new guy. He was still chatting with the group Stella was in along with some other wives.

Then I noticed the stranger spending a little more time with the group Stella was in then he had with others. I went over to see if she needed another drink. Okay I went over to see who the hell this guy was. He didn't seem to be paying Stella any extra attention but that didn't mean anything. It just seem strange that he was talking to the ladies more then the men.

As I was walking over another husband came up to his wife and pulled her away. I stopped at the aggressive manner in which he did so. She was shocked and almost stumbled spilling her drink. He was whispering angrily into her ear as they walked away. Okay, now I was a little worried. Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence and I didn't want to be third to make it a pattern.

The conversation in the group had gotten quiet by the time I got to Stella. Some looked uncomfortable and others looked confused. You could tell who know what was going and those that didn't. Stella was in the 'I know" group. When I got there I asked if she wanted another drink. She jumped in surprise as she didn't see me approaching. I guess she was engrossed in what else was going on. She quickly said yes and lead me away towards the bar. I noticed she didn't introduce me to the stranger which in itself would be strange. Stella is a very outgoing and friendly person. This wasn't like her at all.

I asked who the new guy was and she said "Oh, he's new."

"Well yeah I could tell he's new but I'm wondering why you didn't introduce me?"

"I didn't even think of that', she replied with a look I couldn't interpret. 'Plus I don't think he will be here much longer"

"Why's that' I asked with my interested even more piqued. 'He just started so why would he be leaving so soon? Does it have something to do with those 2 women?"

"I'll explain at home, now's not the time, lets just enjoy the rest of the party."

Not wanting to ruin a good party I decided to go with the flow but made a mental note to get the full story when we got home. And keep an eye on the stranger, who I later was named Robert, not Bob and damn sure not Bobby. I also kept an eye on Stella and her interaction with the new guy.

It was a nice party overall. Free drink and good food will make any party a good one. We mingled together and separately. I never noticed anything between the two.

Since I had to work the next day we left at 12. But it was winding down anyway. I mean most were adults with families, some with kids some like us without children but we're still adults with adult responsibilities. Partying until 12 was enough for most of us. Some had gotten rooms as a little get away and break from real life.

On the way home there wasn't much talk since I think we were both talked out from the party. Suddenly Stella reached over and rubbed little Jim. Oh yeah, I'm Jim, or James but not Jimmy. I'm a grown ass man for Christ sake.

"Do you think you have enough energy old man to try to make a baby?" She laughed seductively.

"Old man, I'll show you old man when we get home!" I replied in mock indignation.

"Good I'm not wearing panties, I figured you would have noticed. I was getting wet all night thinking about you taking me in my dress. I had to go the bathroom twice to towel off because I was afraid it would show through my dress"

I was shocked, almost crashed because she has never done anything like that before. She's not very conservative but not a show off either. She always dressed very well to suit her figure without being outrageous.

We made it home and once we got in the door she spun around and grabbed me for a kiss that made my toes curl. She got onto her knees and fished out little Jim and made him into Big Jim and gave me a blow job that would make a porn star jealous.

This was another new thing. In all our 5 years she had never blown me anywhere except the bedroom. Even when we dated. We had to be in a bedroom. Or on the bed.

She was hot, my dick was barely out of my pants. But I am a man and I was getting a blow job. I wouldn't be able to think straight until I came or she stopped.

She had one hand on my dick and another up under her dress I can only assume playing with her pussy. And since I could smell her arousal I know she was doing it. That made it all the hotter. This was another first, she never liked me watching her play with herself. She was so wet I started to hear it as she worked her finger in and out of her gash.

She worked my cock like never before. She would take in whole then slowly work her way off of it with swirling licked until she reached the tip and sucked like it was a Welch's grape soda out of the straw. And she did this thing where she stuck her tongue into my pee hole. I don't know how I didn't come in seconds. Maybe it was the drinks or all the new things that were overwhelming my mind. I do know it was the best blow job I ever had.

After tickling her nose with my pubic hair she stood and walked to the sofa, pulled up her dress and told me "come on old man, I need that dick to make me pregnant"

Usually I start sex by licking her pussy. As I got to my knees she yelled "No, just fuck me! Make me pregnant!"

Shocked but not stupid I stuck my overly hard cock into her. She howled in pleasure as I tunneled my way into her depths. I wasn't going to last long, with that incredible blow job. Didn't matter because she was already coming. And coming. I wish I could take credit for her pleasure. I didn't know where it was coming from. I just rode with it.

Finally after 10 minutes, 5 of that trying to name the last 20 Superbowl winners so I wouldn't cum, I blasted as deeply as I could into her.

"Yes! Yes! I can feel you in me!" she screamed. "You're making me pregnant!"

Last thing I remember is falling to the sofa next to her.

I was startled by the alarm on my phone going off. Stella was still laying next to me with her dress up around her waste. She woke when I moved and gave me a sweet smile and a morning breath "Good Morning daddy"

I returned a hazy good morning to you and got up to get ready for work. Slowly making my way up stairs into the shower I returned to last night. It should have been the best sex I ever had. But I couldn't get the rest of the night out of my head.

First there was peoples reaction to Robert, not Bob and damn sure not Bobby and especially the fact she didn't introduce me. I was really interested in finding out what happened between him and Helen and the other lady. I think her name was Sara. They had different body types, Helen was tall and svelte. Almost model like with housewife looks. You know, pretty but not gorgeous. Sara was short and plump. Not old enough to be called matronly. But give it a few years.

Than the wild sex. Nothing last night seemed to be leading up to that. At least on my part. The dress was something new and no panties, well that was definitely something new. I thought she was at least wearing a thong.

The blow job, new techniques. She doesn't watch porn, at least to my knowledge, so where would she learn how to do that.

Fucking on the sofa. We have never in the 7 years I've known her had sex anywhere but in a bed. She said anywhere else was unladylike.

And how she kept asking me to get her pregnant. We had talked about having kids when we were ready. We were both settled in our jobs. Have a nice place to live. At 27 and 29 we wanted to still be young enough when the kids were grown to enjoy life.

I loved Stella with all my heart. I know I married up. And I'm sure she loves me the same way. Maybe I was just imagining things. 7 years deserves the benefit of a doubt. Trust but verify.

After a hard days work, well not really. I work smart not hard. Coming home to a nice meal is a highlight I look forward too. Greeted at the door with a big kiss and smile she asked how my day was. We talked about nothing in particular during dinner we settled in front of the TV.

Thee was no opening to bring up what I was feeling so I started with asking about Helen and Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby. Stella hesitated for a second before asking me what I meant? You know what they say when someone answers a question with a question. Its giving them time to think. My worry meter started to go up a notch.

I said to Stella it just seemed strange the way Helen acted when Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby approached the group she was with. I told her how she asked her husband if he wanted to leave and he told her wasn't going to be run off. Who was running them off? And why would Sara's husband treat her like that? He seemed real angry she was talking to Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby. They did leave the party. "What was all that about?"

She said it was only office politics and kind of a long story. I asked if it had something to do with her not introducing me to Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby? I told her she always introduces me to new employees. But not this time. It was almost like she didn't want me to meet him or him me? "is there something I need to be worried about with this guy? Something is not adding up and you refuse to say what is happening. It looks more than office politics are involved here."

I didn't even want to bring up the sex last night.

After some hesitation she finally told me that Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby was a problem at work. He was always flirting with the women. Didn't matter if they were single or married, pretty or ugly. As far as Helen and Sara goes, no one is talking but some think things went a little more than flirting. Helen's husband came to the job a few weeks ago looking for Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby. Luckily for Helen's husband people stopped it before anything could happen. Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby is so much bigger then him. It was a mess. He was screaming about kicking his ass and how he thinks he's such a big man. That he's going to sue the company after he kicks Bob's ass. Helen's boss of course heard what was going on and get him to come into his office. Helen was called in 15-20 minutes later and after they both left Robert was called into the office. There was some yelling but no one could make out what was being said. Robert left the office but had a smirk on his face.

I had to ask the $64,000 question. "Has he ever flirted with you?"

"He's flirted with everyone. But I told him to stop or I would report him. Plus he's being transferred in a few weeks anyway"

I wasn't quite happy with that answer. "So what did he do for you to threaten to report him? Did he touch you?"

My hackles were getting up now that I thought about this. And yes I wrote hackles, this was a hackles type of situation.

"No No, he's never touched me. He just wouldn't stop flirting. He was saying how only a black man could please that big ass. You know how I hate when people talk about my butt. He left me alone and went over to someone else"

"Well, why didn't you say something to me about it." My hackles were on level 9 now.

"I didn't want you getting mad and coming to the job like Helen's husband. And he is a big guy also"

"Oh so you think I should be scared of him or that he could beat my ass, Is that it? Or was it that you liked the attention?"

Stella's mouth fell open and just looked at me for a second. "Apologize, apologize right now! she screamed at me. "I haven't wanted anyone since I first met you 7 years ago. And now you accuse me of...of.... She stopped and took a deep breath. "First off baby I don't want anyone but you and no one else gets MY attention, especially not HIM! I didn't tell you because I could handle it. He isn't a danger to our relationship. You're everything I need."

I listened to what she was saying, but in the back of my mind I still had doubts. I mean, isn't that what you're supposed to say if something is going on. No one just comes straight out and says, yeah he/she lights my fire and I would fuck them if I could. Well some do but it never ends well does it?

I might have said something that would change our relationship but I blurted out "what about last night. You never did any of those things before. I never seen you so turned on. Maybe he had more of an effect then you think, then I think".

She slapped me and ran out of the room! We've rarely had arguments. I pretty much accused her of cheating, maybe not physically but mentally. Could she be attracted to Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby? Was it his size, the myth of a black man having a larger dick. I don't know if she ever dated a black man before. I really didn't know much about her past. She was raised in the south. Only met her mom and dad. No other relatives. Race was never talked about. Not many people came out as racist. Old boyfriends weren't a topic of discussion, so I didn't know what kind of guy she liked besides me.

So I sat, wondering what was next. Do I fix this? How do I fix this. Needless to say things were frosty around the house.

I decided to suck it up and sent her flowers at work each week and called to take her out to lunch twice. While she appreciated the flowers, lunch was a non starter.

2 weeks later she told me she had to work late a couple of days to finish a special project. There are had never been any further talk of the argument or Robert, Not Bob and damn sure not Bobby. She only worked late once or twice a year so to me it wasn't anything special. Since she always told me no for lunch I stopped in the surprise her with I thought was her favorite lunch. I've never been to her job during the day. People were surprised to see me and she seemed pleased that I thought to bring her lunch. I didn't see Bob anywhere.