Just when Donnie thought things were going well, Murphy’s Law hits.
It had been three months since Mary’s birthday party. Things were cool and going along at a leisurely flow. Mary has, since the party, seemed eager to try new cock at any chance she saw. Although she would never do anything without first discussing it with Donnie, she was more open to having sex with other men. Donnie still had control but since he let her remember some of the incidents, she was becoming more comfortable with the idea.
Donnie always remembered what Norm had told him. Be careful, pick and choose your situations. So it had been when he and Mary swapped with Maggie and her boyfriend. On two occasions he had watched Mark fuck the hell out of his wife. Then there was the one time spur of the moment when they were at a club across town. A man had asked Mary to dance and they had invited him to their table. A few hours later Donnie was getting sucked off while the guy fucked Mary in his car.
Donnie was contemplating the tally so far. In five months he had fucked eight women. Mary had fucked and sucked eleven men, although , she only remembered ten. He had also watched his wife eat pussy which really was a turn on. All in all things were pretty good. Their own sexual escapades were great and he never ceased to be turned on by his wife.
Donnie was at work and was daydreaming of Shari Pennington. He was surprised when she didn’t show up last time. A young fellow from her company came and said something about Shari being under the weather. He was sure that she’d be here next time. Donnie looked at the calendar on his desk and today is when she usually came. He had already prepared his vial . His mind wondered back to their last meeting.
“Sir, Ms. Pennington is here.” the voice over the intercom stated.
Donnie sat up with a start. “Ugh, send her in, please.”
The door swung open and Shari walked in. She extended her hand and her smile pulled him nearer.
“Hi, how have you been, Shari?”
Donnie noticed the smile had lost some of it’s intensity. Her eyes looked away.
“Just fine, thank you.” Was the whispered response.
Something is bothering her, thought Donnie. She seems preoccupied and just a little scared.
“Please, have a seat. Would you like a coffee?”
“Yes, Please.”
Donnie thought maybe if I give her a dose I can find out what is bothering her. Glancing at her sitting there, Donnie’s little head started to think. Her gorgeous legs uncovered up to her thighs in the short baby blue skirt quickly gave Donnie a rise.
Donnie poured the coffee and dumped his load into Shari’s and then added the whipped cream.
Setting her mug down on the corner of the desk he noticed that her skirt had inched up and he caught a glimpse of white panty. Her matching jacket covered a white starched blouse that was buttoned even with her cleavage.
Shari took her mug and sipped a couple of times. “I’ve never had better coffee. I really look forward to it now. I love the vanilla.”
I was sitting in front of her. I slid my hand up her thigh and played with her bush through her panties. Her thighs opened a little. Her eyes were closed and she was making little mewing noises. I pulled her panty aside and slipped my finger in her hot moist slit. With my other hand I squeezed her ample breast and felt her nipple go stiff.
“Come on Shari, let’s go to lunch.”
We hurriedly took the elevator to the parking garage. I watched her short skirt hike up as she got in the car. Her full bush and plump cunt lips came into view. I had slipped her panties off up in the office. I drove like a madman to the motel.
I tried to calm myself a little in the room. “Would you like a drink, Shari?”
“No thank you, I can’t drink.”
I’m wondering, why can’t she drink. She had a couple the last time she was here.
“Why can’t you have a drink?”
Even under my control, I could tell that something was upsetting her. She seemed to hesitate.
“I’m pregnant.” Her voice quivered.
“Congratulations, that’s a good thing isn’t it?”
“No it’s not. I don’t know how I got pregnant.”
Yeah, right, how do you not know how you got knocked up? Obviously her husband had gotten her pregnant.
“Shari, what do you mean you don’t know how you got pregnant? What about your husband?”
“My husband is in the middle east where his company sent him. He’s building houses and buildings over there. He’s been over there for five months. I’m a little over three months pregnant. I haven’t been with anyone but my husband since we’ve been married.”
She obviously has a boyfriend on the side. She didn’t seem to be that type of girl though.
“So when do you think you conceived?”
“I tried to figure that out. It was some time around the last time I was here.”
BAM! It hit me right in the face. I was pretty sure that I was the one who knocked her up! This was something I hadn’t even thought about. Every woman I had fucked so far, it was safe to assume that they were on some kind of birth control. I assumed she was too.
“Shari, are you on birth control?”
“No, I figured since my husband was going to be gone for six to eight months, there was no need.”
Fuck! I had gotten this beautiful black woman pregnant. I had some decisions to make. I could just keep quiet and she’d never know, but that was the coward’s way out. I had to let her know.
“Shari, you will remember everything we do today.”
