Maternity Benefits

CW: Unprotected sex, mistaken identity, impregnation

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"Alright," I told my husband as we walked towards my office. In the distance, my coworkers at Anderson Software were walking in wearing a variety of costumes, ranging from the basic to the elaborate and feathered. My husband's costume was simple - a suit and a domino mask. "You know the plan?"

"Of course," he said, squeezing my hand. "I tail you, and you lead me to your VP."

"She'll be wearing a slutty dress," I said. "Probably something that highlights her tits. Which are pretty cute."

"So I'll talk to her," he said. "And talk her into showing me her office."

My heart raced. In a minute I'd be pretending I didn't know him, but that was plenty of time. "She has a comfy couch in her office," I said.

He turned to face me, just before we stepped past a tall hedge that concealed us from the other partygoers. "I've heard that," he said, brushing a ringlet of hair away from my face. "I bet I can get her to try it with me."

"Yes," I panted. "Oh, honey, yes."

"I'll fuck her there," he said. "And I'll do my best to knock her up."

I moaned, pulling myself close to him. "Your best is so good."

He leaned in and kissed me, gently but full of compressed passion. "My best is all for you," he said. "Are you going to watch, or should I tell you about it later?"

I gave him the sort of smile that explained why I'd been out on maternity leave three times in five years. "Hopefully? Both."

He grinned back, for once a bit rueful. "The only downside is I have to wait to dance with you."

"That's okay," I said. I stepped past the hedge toward the front door. "I know you'll save the last dance for me."

"Always," he whispered. I gave him one last smile, then turned to go join the party.

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It didn't take me long to find the VP I was looking for. Ashley Hitchings stood in the middle of the west atrium, a cluster of board members and socially ambitious developers around her. For those who saw the office as a constantly shifting network of favors and insults, a web of intrigue and betrayal, she was the nexus of their experience. For those of us who saw it as a place to work, though, she was a pain in the ass.

Still, I had to admit that she was achingly hot. She was about five foot nine, with well-defined abs from her regular gym visits and a shapely ass which I presumed her momma gave her. She had indeed chosen a dress that showed off a fair bit of cleavage - it was just a half-inch more risque than anyone else's, which had probably required some complex calculations. Her tits were smaller than mine, but they fit her muscular frame perfectly.

I stayed back, keeping out of her sphere of conversation. She was already idly flirting with another VP and one of our older board members, with a flute of champagne in one hand and an empty one sitting on a table nearby. I grinned; I knew Edward was capable of seducing sober women, but Ashley being drunk would make it easier.

The hardest part was not looking at Edward. I could see him out of the corner of my eye, listening to Ashley's conversation and choosing the best time to jump in. I wanted to wiggle my eyebrows suggestively at him and make him laugh. I wanted to show him I loved him, because I always want to. But letting him pull this off would make it all the sweeter when I was with him again later tonight.

He waited until she finished her glass and started a third before he approached. I'd given him a cover identity - I'd researched our board of directors, figured out that one of them had a son whom Ashley had never met, and found out everything I could about him. I wanted him to have everything he needed.

From where I was wallflowering, I couldn't hear much of their conversation, but her interest rose when Edward introduced himself, and their body language started to flow. She smiled deeper, and leaned closer in a way that highlighted her tits; he brushed her hand before moving back and giving her space.

The downside to most relationships is that you always see your partner's flirting from the same place. I was lucky to see it from the outside, too. I watched his smiles, and the way he looked at her, and the way he drew her attention until she barely noticed the server coming past with her fourth glass of champagne. I smiled with them - she didn't know it was all for me.

He waited. It would have been easy to rush her, but he wanted her to make the move. He told her a story, and I saw the curiosity play across her freckled face before she burst out laughing. I wondered how much of her reactions were real - was she doing this because of how charming he was, or just because she thought he was a rich boy?

"Champagne?" a server asked.

I looked up. I realized that, just like Ashley, I'd let myself get distracted. "Sure," I said. "Thank you."

I grabbed the glass and took a sip. When I glanced back across the atrium, Ashley was leading Edward away, back into the building. I counted to thirty before I downed the drink and followed.

The party was meant to keep to the first floor, so the badge readers wouldn't let anyone up the stairs. There were a few exceptions, though. Ashley's VP badge let her ignore the restriction, and I had our CEO's old badge after replacing it. The party chatter faded into the background as I found a quiet maintenance stairwell and made my way up.

The lights in the open areas were dim, but I could see a light in Ashley's corner office, and she'd left her door open. I kept my head down and scooted under a desk that gave me a good view of her office. Edward and Ashley stood by the window, peering out into the evening.

"It's a beautiful view of the lake," he said.

"In the fall, you can see the trees around the lake changing colors one at a time," she said. "It's beautiful. I love to go running there."

I wondered for a moment how she could appreciate that beauty while still being such a bitch to her coworkers. Three weeks ago, she'd told my boss that my maternity leave was excessive and distracting me from real work. I figured that, once she had her own maternity leave, she'd have a better perspective on it.

"That sounds lovely," he said. He looked back at her, his gaze glancing across her tits before landing on her face. I realized that he didn't know where I was either, but he knew I was in the darkness somewhere; he was absolutely playing to his audience.

I had seen him playing this game before, but Ashley's expressions were new. The commanding gaze was gone, or at least submerged beneath her buzz and held down by her lust. She looked at him like he was already hers, or she was already his. She didn't know that only one was true.

"What about you?" she asked, sitting on her desk and setting her hand on his arm. "Do you think you'll get involved in running things here? We could use a leader like you. Half of ours are useless."

I knew that some of the other VPs would be fascinated to hear this, but I didn't care a bit for them. I held my breath, waiting to see when and how he was going to move.

"I plan to," he said, curling towards her hand. "And I'm glad to hear that you'll take my side. Good partners are hard to come by."

"Usually," she said with a cheeky grin. "But sometimes they fall into your lap."

He grinned and stepped closer to the desk, brushing against her thigh as he leaned closer.

"I'm not in your lap," he said.

"Hurry up, then," she replied.

He smiled and drew in close to kiss her. She spread her legs to let him draw close, and he wrapped his hands around her shoulders. Neither of them was in a hurry, and the moment drew out as they danced around each other's lips, learning the rules of the game as they went.

I stifled a moan. Edward has always been a good kisser, able to read my desires from the motion of my lips and eager to let them play out. I hadn't thought much about what Ashley's desires might be, and it looked like she wasn't sure either. She ran her fingers through his hair as if she meant to guide him, but she leaned back as if she hoped he'd press her down onto her desk. I had expected her to be a dom, but there was more sub in her than I'd guessed.

I knew where I stood on that particular scale, at least in that moment. I had told Edward to do this, but now that it was happening I was helpless before him. It was all I could do to hike my dress up and start rubbing myself.

"Fuck," Ashley gasped, catching her breath as Edward moved down her neck. I could hear the lust bubbling up in her voice, and I wondered how long it had been since she'd gotten fucked. I'd feel bad if that was the only reason she was such a bitch at work.

Edward kissed a path down, plunging into her neckline until his kisses swirled across the tops of her breasts. She clutched him, half in control and half holding on. He waited until he'd drawn out a long, warbling moan, then rose to face her.

"I didn't ask what the dress code was for this party," Edward said.

"This is our party," Ashley replied, sliding her dress up. "So it can be casual."

He smiled at her, then leaned in. I think she expected him to kiss her, or maybe to rub her, so her look of shock when he knelt in front of her and kissed her inner thigh was a thing of beauty.

"That...was not what I...oh," she murmured. She meant to have other words, but they got lost on the way to her mouth and she didn't seem inclined to go looking for them.

I could tell where his lips were by her expression, and I stroked myself in the same place. She gasped as his kisses moved up her thigh, and her eyes rolled back as he reached the edge of her panties. She clung to his head, trying not to stumble or throw him off. I bit my lip, imagining the feel of his hair and the touch of his kisses, and tried my best to play along.

Abruptly, she pushed him back and stood, with his head almost against her stomach. She reached beneath her skirt and slipped off her underwear. She tossed them aside, and they happened to sail out the door and land on the floor not far from me. That might be a practical problem when they were done, but I couldn't be bothered about that while she was stripping for him.

She sat on the edge of the desk in front of him. Somehow, her expression was a demand and a plea at the same time. I could see her beautifully defined abs, and the arc of her hips, and the narrow landing strip she'd trimmed her bush into, and I put my hand over my mouth to keep from moaning.

Unlike mine, Edward's silence came easily to him. He smiled at her, a promise of things to come, then leaned forward to kiss her pussy.

I couldn't see everything, and yet I could. Edward's head blocked my view, but it left me all the clues I needed. The way his head moved told me what he was trying, because I'd seen all of his motions from her place. I could see him zigzagging, and teasing, and pressing in, and my fingers tried to play the same notes.

She wasn't just like me, though. I could see her reactions - she gasped, and closed her eyes, and ran her fingers through his hair. She tried to keep herself from falling, gripping the mahogany as she pressed her feet against the floor. Her abs stood out with the effort, and I was filled with conflicting thoughts. Her abs were pretty, and I hoped that Edward appreciated them, and I hoped that in six months they wouldn't be visible.

"Yes," Ashley whimpered. I'd never heard her like this. I'd seen her happy, like when I worked overtime to get everything lined up for her quarterly report and she'd given it without mentioning me, but I'd never seen her admit she was in someone else's power. It probably wouldn't have worked for me to go down on her when she'd started being a bitch on day two, but now I almost wished I'd tried it.

She wrapped her legs around him, barely remembering to let her heels fall to the floor before she did. She bit her lip and moaned with a note of surprise, as if she didn't expect her desire to be this strong or to be satisfied this quickly. I watched her toes curl, and I felt mine doing the same. Edward slid his hands around her hips, caressing her and keeping her in place, balancing pleasure and control.

I have never had as much control as Edward does. Beneath the desk, it was all I could do to keep from moaning out loud. Ashley's pleasure washed over me, and for once I welcomed it, letting my imagination run wild as my fingers slipped between my lips. I was just as helpless as Ashley.

"Fuck," Ashley gasped. "How do you do this?"

He was too busy to answer, but his hand squeezed her, a gesture meant for me as much as for her. She was his for the night, and he made sure I saw it.

She wasn't content to stay where she was, though. She'd always been ambitious, always wanting more, and she couldn't help but let that show here too.

"Get up here," she demanded.

She pulled him up and kissed him, almost pushing him back a step with the ferocity of her passion. I wondered whether she could taste her own excitement on his lips, and whether I'd be able to taste it too, when he kissed me this evening.

She broke away, panting, and pressed herself against him, her bare pussy leaving a mark on his pants.

"Listen," she said. "Are you clean? Because I'm on the pill, and I have a couch right there, and you should fuck me."

One of the things that had sparked this idea was that I knew she was wrong. She would regularly try out a new health drink or fad athletic diet, and for the past two weeks she'd been trying a drink with activated charcoal in it. Her birth control was useless, and two weeks in her body was desperate for someone to knock it up. She probably would have stayed too busy to read the warning label on the drinks, but she'd asked me to carry the whole case up to her office, so I peeled the warning labels off anyway. One of us was playing it safe and it wasn't her.

"Yes," he said. "I'm clean."

She gave him a lusty grin as she reached down to pull her dress off. She unfastened her bra, dropping it onto the desk behind her. She stood tall, unclothed and unashamed.

"Oh yes," I whispered, because if I didn't whisper I would moan. She was gorgeous. I knew Edward loved me as I was, and I was glad for it, but I was also glad that he got to enjoy girls who were different from me sometimes. I'm short and curvy, and he loves that, but she was tall and muscular and I knew he'd enjoy that too.

As he shed his shirt, Ashley reached for his pants, fumbling a bit as she unzipped them and pulled them down. He followed her motions a moment later, pulling his boxers down and revealing his stiff cock.

"Yes," she murmured, reaching out and gently stroking him. A part of her wanted to return the favor he'd given her, to stroke him or blow him, but I could see that her desire was too strong.

He saw it, too. He smiled and took a step closer, resting his hand on her hip.

"You should let me finish what I started," he murmured.

She gave a moan with a bit of whimper in it. The anticipation was sweet agony, and I slid two fingers inside myself as she led him to the couch.

I knew that Edward and I were going to be replaying this evening a hundred times, maybe forever. We'd think back to this evening, and I'd pretend to be Ashley or just say what she'd said to wind him up. We were lovely together, but in a way we were closer then than we were in any other moment. He was giving his body and charm over to my purposes, and I was giving him a woman to fuck and impregnate. She was his, but he was mine, and I could hardly wait to see what he'd do with her.

Ashley laid down on the couch, one foot still resting on the floor. Her chest rose and fell as she waited for him, every inch of her body on display for me. He crawled between her legs, his cock eager for her, and paused. He was drawing it out for me, I knew - letting me savor the moment when it all began. I was already rubbing myself, but the anticipation built until I couldn't stand it any longer. I moaned, and the only reason she didn't hear it was because he chose that moment to thrust into her.

I couldn't see everything. The motions of his hips were clear, but I wished I could see his cock sliding between her lips, and her pussy opening for him. And yet, in a way their expressions were even more intimate. I could see the same lust in his eye that I knew so well, tempered by tenderness as always. Ashley's eyes rolled back in ecstasy, but other expressions danced across her face. I wasn't sure if she was submitting or if she thought she was being crafty, but either possibility was achingly hot.

"Oh fuck," she whimpered. She stared at his cock as he thrust into her, her whole self focused on how her body opened for him. He watched her, smiling softly at her pleasure. He's always been enthralled by the ecstasy he gives as much as his own. He'd make sure she gave me a show and loved every moment of it.

She lifted her leg, bracing it on the arm of the couch and drawing him in deeper. I could see her muscles flex with every motion she made - the nameless muscles in her shoulders moving as she grabbed his ass, her abs standing out as she panted, her thighs pulling together as she drew him in.

"I like our party better anyway," Edward grinned.

Ashley laughed a distracted sort of laugh and ran a hand through his hair.

"The entertainment is better," Ashley agreed.

I frowned just a bit. Her answer felt just a touch selfish, even if it fit the vibe. Then again, if she wasn't a bit selfish and smug, I wouldn't be masturbating under a desk while my husband fucked her.

Edward rolled with it, though.

"The snacks are better, too," he chuckled.

She didn't respond. I could almost see her train of thought derailing at the motions of his hips. I knew he loved banter, but he loved it when the banter fell apart, too. Judging by the motions of his hips, he was deep inside her and rocking his hips against hers, and she was enjoying it enough that words weren't coming to her.

"She should be careful," I whispered. "This sort of snack will go straight to her belly."

This was the only downside to having my husband knock Ashley up. I always loved talking to him, hearing him tell me his deepest truths and give him mine in return. Tonight, though, I'd have to wait to tell him all of the silly and sultry things that came into my mind while he fucked her. I could wait, but only just.

Ashley moaned, still unable to put words together. She held onto Edward's ass as he sunk into her, her head tilted back and her mouth wide as the pleasure engulfed her. She was pretty like this - no politicking or backstabbing or snide remarks, just spread legs and bouncing tits and a delightfully stupid grin. It wouldn't last forever, but it was beautiful right then.

Edward leaned in close to kiss her neck, and her guttural moaning suddenly grew high-pitched. He kept his head in place as his hips kept moving, and she was powerless, tossed around on the waves of her bliss. I whimpered along with her - I knew how delicious it was to be helpless for Edward, and as much as she annoyed me at work, we had that in common now.

"Fuck," she finally managed. I could hear notes of her approaching climax, and I bit my lip; she rose easier than I did. But, I supposed, that meant I could cum with Edward instead of with her. My toes curled in my too-fancy shoes, and I pressed my knuckles against my lips to keep quiet. I wanted to fall apart, but I wanted Edward's pleasure as badly as my own.

Edward was enraptured by Ashley's face, even as she held her eyes closed. He's always been like that - so taken with his partner's pleasure that he almost forgets his own. Once he was certain that she wasn't looking, he glanced out at the darkened area outside of Ashley's office. He smiled, and while I could tell from his searching eyes that he couldn't see me, I knew it was for me.