CHAPTER 1
Harry Marshall was happily married with one kid in a buggy who loved it when he ran her through the park each day, a younger son who mainly sucked his thumb or cried and his wife had another one in the pouch. That planned third kid was due in three months and currently making his wife Bren (Brenda) a pain in the ass.
Usually sexy Brenda had an unsexy sister called Iggy (Imogene) but these days as Harry drove Iggy into the city each day she was beginning to seep sex appeal.
Unbelievable, he thought.
Iggy was also an attorney and worked for a different firm and she usually caught a bus home because they finished at different times, Harry often working later than she did. Iggy was married to dull Lance and perhaps not surprisingly Lance doted on his lively wife with her big tits.
Accepting her was a jerk for thinking this way, Harry wished those big tits had gone to Bren and then Bren would have been the dream wife because she was also lively and also great looking with a great body apart from coming up short in the tit department. He believed comparing women's bodies like cuts of meat wasn't really unfair of him because he wasn't perfect himself. Oh no. He slouched, he had a 5-o'clock shadow by 3:30, had a tendency to pass wind and was already developing a beer belly. Oh and Bren complained his dick was too big.
Always a bit of a dreamer, although he called that being a creative and lateral thinker, Harry decided had Bren being blessed with Iggy's tit pack he would have strutted beside her, thereby losing his slouch and that would have also pulled in his belly... um permanently. They then would have been in the top ranks as Mr and Mrs Suburbia.
Iggy had a son aged three and her parents who lived nearby came over each day and looked after Damien and Harry and Bren's Sara often ended up there because those two kids loved being together and were then more manageable.
It had been Bren's suggestion that Harry drive Iggy to work each morning. On this morning when Bren was in such a foul mood she'd even refused to jerk him off Harry was in a mood himself and only offered a cheek for Iggy when she climbed into the car and leaned over to kiss him, a position that allowed Harry to glance down the curvaceous mounds straining beneath the dress or business suit and have obscene or at least improper thoughts.
"Oh where are the lips this morning?" she teased. "Bren slept with her legs crossed I suppose or sought sanctuary in the spare room?"
He ignored the taunts. "Did your cunt end up permanently stretched after you had Damien?"
Not unexpectedly she flared.
"God Harry, back off. You can't talk to me like that."
"I just did and the sky didn't fall in."
She gave a small nervous giggle and said no it didn't. "I don't think it did and I've had no complaints from Lance."
"Do you enjoy fucking?"
"God Harry, back off."
Harry allowed his bottom lip to protrude sulkily and remained quiet.
"Oh I'm sorry sweetie," Iggy said. "I guess the problem is Bren is not interested in lifting a leg for you."
"Yeah."
"Oh my poor boy. Why don't you suggest she jerk's you off lovingly?"
"She refused for the first time last night."
"Oh my poor boy. Look here's a suggestion. Why don't you discuss this with your mother? I've read that some mom's become surrogate substitutes during the pregnancy of their daughter-in-law."
"What you want me to fuck my mother?" Harry roared.
"Harry please calm down. All I suggested was you talk to your mother about this."
"Jesus Iggy, I'd fuck you before I'd consider fucking anyone else, I'm telling you."
"Me?" Iggy said in disbelief, sitting back in her seat to tighten her seat belt as they came alarmingly close to a vehicle stopping for a red light.
"I apologize. I ought not have said that."
"You are an attorney trained not to say things you don't mean or don't want to say."
"Get off my back Iggy. I meant to say that."
"But you've never shown any sexual interest in me, apart from my tits. God I wish Bren had been given these instead of me."
Harry had a thought about that but wisely did not say he'd wished that had happened.
Instead he said, "They are an amazing pair Iggy."
"But Lance complains about that and alleges they are getting bigger."
Iggy said there must be something wrong with Lance and Iggy gasped and said she couldn't believe what she was hearing.
"Do you want me to talk to Lance about that pathetic attitude?"
"Yes um I mean no. That's definitely a no Harry."
"Okay there's no need to get off your bike. I would have thought after all this time I've known you that you would have shown them to me."
"Omigod, I can't believe this. Let me out please."
"Why?"
"Because we've just passed the place where you always let me out."
"Oh yeah."
He pulled over and Iggy said excitedly they'd never had such a revealing, intimate conversation.
"So I can fuck you then?"
"Jesus Harry, that's a no. A huge no."
"I'm sorry for asking."
Iggy snorted she'd wanted him to ask. She got out and slammed the door, walking off without even waving or turning back to smile.
Harry felt like loosening his tie. What the fuck had he done? Iggy would never talk to him again. She was probably already on her cell phone calling Bren; those two were as close as two gulls on a seawall.
Fuck, he'd lost the plot utterly.
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Iggy headed to her office feeling like she must be sleep walking. The dream guy of her limited social world had just confessed he desired to fuck her. Okay he had sexual pressure behind that and obviously couldn't get the satisfaction he wanted by jerking himself off. But until now she'd believe Harry wouldn't distain to touch her naked. It was bad enough kissing him; he was always pulling away at the first moment of contact.
Blushing, Iggy recalled there had been times when fingering herself she'd imagined Harry entering the room waving his dick at her but then that thought would crash as she exploded on to her agitating fingers.
Well if she really wanted to fuck him she was presently within an ace of having that happen. Did she want that to happen?
