As Tim laid there in bed next to Sandy, he didn't know what the next day would bring, but knowledge was power to him so he would play dumb.
For now.
The next morning he awoke to Sandy in the shower. He had to think about things and he didn't need her confusing the issue, so as she emerged from their bathroom, he rushed in.
"Damn, running late." he muttered and got in the shower himself.
He took much longer than he should have if he had actually been late and when he returned to the bedroom, Sandy was downstairs making some breakfast.. The smell of toast and butter filled the air as he dressed and began the walk down to see her.
"Toast Sweetie?" she asked.
"Yeah, a quick one." he replied.
"I'm not sure we have time for that." Sandy said with a smile.
Tim faked a smile and picked up the toast and looked at the cheating slut with a fake smile. All he could see in the back of his mind was the faces she had made as Nathan fucked her from behind. In reality she simply stood there glancing at the TV in the corner with the morning weather on. She looked quite stunning in her work attire.
Sandy had her hair loose but it had body and shined in the morning sun. She didn't need much makeup, she had a fresh, young look, even in her thirties. She had a little colour on her lips and her eyes were shadowed to make them more sultry, but that was about all. She wore a white silk blouse which was so smooth that as she moved he could sometime see her bras shape show through it. It wasn't tight, but perfectly fitted and she always left enough unbuttoned to give her cleavage a show. Below she had a navy, knee length pencil skirt that showed the perfect shape of her hips and legs. Her outfit was finished with dark opaque stockings and black high heeled wedge shoes which made her legs look amazing.
He finished his toast and headed out of the door, but even not looking at her, his mind rang out the sound of her moans to him. He almost broke out in a run as he got to his car and soon he sat inside and could breath again. However his trip to work wasn't filled with traffic, he drove with his mind on autopilot and images of Sandy locking her legs around Nathan as he shot his baby making cream inside her.
"What if she gets pregnant?" he wondered.
He had always been prepared for the conversation one day that she was having a baby, after all birth control is only so effective and they never used protection. It had been sheer luck so far that she wasn't, but what if now that conversation started and he had to worry about a black baby growing in her womb.
Later he sat at work, not working so much as playing out the worst scenarios he could think out in his mind. He stared off into space as he tapped his pen on the table until his attention was brought back to the office of the advertising firm.
Lindsey stood, leaned over a desk talking to one of the graphical designers. She was the office cougar and a proud one at that. Years before she had made passes at Tim when he began working there, but he had only had eyes for his wife. Now he was not so sure, but would she still want him? Would he be any better than Sandy if he tried it on with Lindsey?
He watched her for a long time as she rested her elbows on the desk and talked to the designer. She wiggled her hips and flirted with the young guy who was obviously terrified of her as Tim had once been.
Lindsey was about ten years older than Tim, but she had a fantastic body for her age. D-cup breasts, honey blonde, shoulder length hair with had waves and always seemed to be moving as she talked. She wore a dark red panelled stretch dress which was well above the knee. In fact as she leaned, Tim could see the stocking tops of her matt coloured stockings. Her calf muscles were tight because of heeled shoes she wore. All in all a hot looking woman.
From what Tim knew of her, she had been married a few times but she loved to play so it never lasted, at least she had that in common with Sandy. She wasn't the office slut, but from time to time she would pick someone and make a play for him, use him for a while and one day it would be back to work as if nothing had happened, usually leaving the guy in question looking a bit of an idiot.
Tim watched her for a long time, building his resolve inside and when she went back to her office he got up and wandered over.
"Hey." he said, winking (something he never did).
"Hi." she said, her deep blue eyes looking up over designer spectacles. He couldn't help but notice her breasts as she was sat at her desk and he looked down at her. "What's up?"
"Oh, um, nothing." he said, when he realised he hadn't thought this through.
Lindsey lifted an eyebrow and smiled at him, her lipstick was deep red like her dress and it glistened as he looked at her mouth. It was then that she had an idea of what was on his mind.
"Lunch?" she asked.
Tim was taken back and looked up and down the office as if a wave of guilt hit him. He feared that everyone would know what he was thinking, like his mind was screaming out and everyone could hear. No one looked up from their work however and he realised he needed to answer one way or another.
"Yeah, I'd like that." he said trying to calm his heart.
Lindsey got up and walked over to him, taking his arm, she walked him out to the elevator. Tim could only think about trying to be as casual as he could as he walked with her, he tried not to linger as he looked at her when they talked and soon they stopped at the restaurant/bar the office staff always used.
She walked to the bar and sat on a stool, this gave Tim a better look at her legs which made his cock stiffen in his pants. She rested an elbow on the bar and her head on her hand.
"So what do you want?" she asked.
Tim looked panicked until she waved over the barman.
