"Oh...Omigawd, don't stop that..." Steve groaned up at Mary, the long-blond haired wife and mother who lived in his building. Mary was straddling Steve, naked atop her landlord in the bed in his apartment. Her large breasts heaved as her upper body undulated back and forth, her hips gyrating front to back, milking Steve as he was buried deep in the frowning woman. Mary's growing baby-belly rose and fell in time with her riding.
"Just shut up and finish off..." Mary growled at him. "I've got to get back to my husband and kid..."
Steve traced his hands up Mary's swollen front to her hanging breasts and gave them gentle squeezes. He tried to lift his hips each time Mary sank on him, probing deeper up into her hot canal.
"I'm..." Steve panted, his soft explosion rushing up on him suddenly. "I'm gonna go!!...AAAARRRRRRRRRNNNNNN!!" he growled through his climax, pumping a heavy load into the pregnant woman's belly. It was the second load she had taken from him this week, and she had been to see him a few times a week for many weeks now.
"Oh...OOOOOAAAAAHHHHH!!" Mary stabilized herself on her landlord by pressing both hands down on his chest, arching her back into her own orgasm as Steve's throbbing hit the right places deep inside her. She ground down hard on him, and Steve smiled, pumping the last jolts of semen up into her as she shook and quaked.
"Nice to see you enjoy this too!" Steve quipped. He knew that Mary wasn't all that happy with their arrangement, each month Steve took several hundred dollars from her rent payment and returned it to the woman without her husband Dean knowing. It was a gift in exchange for their twice-weekly sessions, and Mary wanted the money to satisfy an online gambling habit. The other gift Steve had given her was now growing in Mary's belly.
"I DON'T enjoy it" she asserted, the half-hearted frown betraying the lie. "You're an asshole." She gently flipped her legs off him, sitting on the edge of Steve's bed, a telltale trickle of semen running out of her.
"Ok, well, you seem to like the money back!" Steve retorted. "Nice session, honey. How about Monday again?"
"Fine." Mary stated flatly. "And don't call me honey...that's for my husband to say."
[Yeah, well,] Steve thought, [I doubt your husband would be calling you that if he knew you're down here a couple of times a week having me fill you up, and that I put that bun in your oven...].
After he and Mary got dressed, she flounced out of his apartment, putting on a show of being in a huff. As Steve told her many times, she was free to stop their arrangement whenever she wanted. She seemed to like the extra money coming in.
Later in the day, Steve turned his attention to the many jobs that needed tending around the building. He greeted the mail carrier on her way out of the lobby and went to repair the malfunctioning parking garage door.
About 5 PM, Sofia DeAlonso returned home from work, entering the lobby and getting her family's mail on the way in. She pulled a handful of envelopes from the box that could only be bills.
"Mierda!!" She swore. Francisco would be ticked. They still hadn't paid some of these bills from before last month. She hoped their daughter Veronica had found a summer job by now. If the 20 year old wanted to go to college, Sofia and Francisco would need to try for another loan.
"Trouble, Mrs. DeAlonso?" Steve asked, walking by the mail nook.
"Ah, Ahola, Steve" Sofia smiled. "Well...lots of bills...not lots of pay raises," Sofia quipped.
"Well, I can call you Sofia, right?" Steve smiled. "I might be able to help there. There's a little...ah...program...I might be able to sign you up for that would save you a few hundred each month off your rent..." he tried.
"Really?" Sofia gasped. "That would be a help! What kind of program?"
"Come on, I'll let you know..." Steve told her, leading her down the ground level hallway to his apartment. He led her to the sofa in his family room and they sat.
A few minutes later, an audible SLAP could be heard throughout the apartment. Steve clapped a hand to his reddening cheek.
"What kind of puta do you think I am!!??" Sofia raged at him. "I'm a married woman! And I'm not a prostituta!! Francisco will kill you when he hears of this!!"
"Hey, hey!!" Steve urged, "It's ok...just forget it then! Look, there's no pressure, I'm not forcing anyone!! If you don't want to, then that's fine, too! Just forget it..."
"Gaahhh!" Sofia spat, stalking out of the apartment. A pretty, long haired, and very pregnant Indian woman was swaying down the hallway towards Steve's door. Sofia stalked off to the elevator.
She rode the elevator to her fifth floor apartment and went in.
"Ahola, mami," her 20 year old daughter Veronica greeted. Her long dark hair hung loose down her lithe frame, her pert beauty a 20-year younger image of her mother's.
"Ahola, Veronica. Any luck finding a summer job today?" Sofia asked.
"Ayyy, no...not yet," Veronica moaned. "That big department store is full. I hope there's something by next week..."
"Keep trying, mi hija...where is your father?"
"In his "study,"" the girl rolled her eyes. Her father Francisco had turned the third bedroom into a study for his work, where he found himself spending more and more time.
Later in the evening, Sofia sat beside her husband in bed and closed the book she had been reading.
"Francisco, I need to tell you something..." Sofia began.
"I know, mi amor," he responded. "It's about these bills. I don't know how, but we'll pay them off. Every bit helps. Maybe I can do some odd jobs for people around the building..."
"Well, actually..." Sofia responded, "it's not about that. Our landlord, Steve, propositioned me today. Can you believe it? He said that if I come to see him a couple of times a week and have sex with him, he'd return several hundred dollars of our rent to me!! Now, amor, don't run down there and kill him...believe me, I struck him hard. I belted him across his face and told him where to go with his offer. Never fear..." Sofia prattled on, fearful her husband would explode in rage and go off in search of their landlord right away. She was surprised, therefore, to look over at her husband and find him staring off, in his own world.
"Francisco?? Did you hear me? He wanted to have sex with me for some rent money back!!" she tested.
"Ahhh..." Francisco muttered. "How do I say this? Mi amor, you know I love you very much. This thing you're saying...I would be lying to say that I have never thought of you with another man, and maybe feeling some enjoyment at that...feeling a little excited..."
"Francisco..." Sofia gasped "Are you saying you want me to go sleep with him!!??" Shock painted her face.
"Well, it's also...think of the money! Hundreds of dollars a month! And...it's something a little naughty, eh? A little...exciting!"
"I..." Sofia started, then stopped. Could she go and have sex with another man? What would it be like? To do that...and have her husband's blessing for it? It shocked her to think about it, and that Francisco had never mentioned this desire of his to her before.
"Francisco, I...maybe I could...if you're sure...it wouldn't bother you? But also...you know we're not getting any younger. I'm 40 now, and we have been trying to give Veronica a little brother or sister...one more little chico or chica before we're too old? What about that?" Sofia said hesitantly.
"Well, as to that..." Francisco said, "I would just insist that Steve uses a condom. You know, amor, many men have this little fantasy, of having another man enjoying their wife. If you can do it, we would have more money, yes, and maybe you can tell me all about what you do with him?"
"May...maybe..." Sofia responded. "I know we've been trying for another little one for a few years, now. How do they say it? My biological clock is ticking...Maybe if we can have hundreds of extra dollars a month, it will make things less stressful...maybe I'll get pregnant and we can have a son!" The two spoke long into the evening about Steve's offer.
Veronica padded quietly down the hallway towards the kitchen. [Damn] she thought...[it really DOES give you the munchies!]. She noticed her parent's bedside lamplights on and their door slightly open. [That's odd] she thought. [They're usually asleep by now...]. She stopped to listen at their door.
"Well, ok," Veronica heard her mother say. "I suppose I can go and see Steve a couple of times a week, if it's going to mean he gives us back several hundred dollars a month..." Veronica couldn't believe her ears! Their landlord was clearly blackmailing her mother! The 20 year old put her hands to her head and rushed away from her parent's doorway. She had to find a way to stop this! Unfortunately, what she did NOT hear was her mother continue, "...as long as you're ok with it, mi amor...but we can NEVER let Veronica find out about this!!"
The following evening, Sofia sat on Steve's sofa, going over the pending arrangement.
"What made you change your mind, Sofia?" Steve asked. "Not that I mind of course!"
Sofia held her head proudly high. "Well, since you asked, I suppose the money could be very needed."
"Sure," Steve said. He went to his office and returned with an envelope for the woman.
"It also changes things that my husband Francisco...ah...wants me to do this with you..." Sofia stammered..."and to tell him about it afterwards..."
"Oh!!" Steve said, surprised, "Uhh...sure, as long as it's not weird for you..."
"BUT," Sofia stared intently at Steve. "One thing we CANNOT allow, is for our daughter Veronica to find out about this arrangement. SO...you will swear to me, before anything else, that you will NEVER talk about our arrangement to her. Do you understand me!!??"
"Of course, of course," Steve assured her. "I swear on it...I will NEVER talk to Veronica about any of this...I barely see her or talk to her anyway!"
