The bad chapter of my storybook life begins on New Year's Eve, at a party hosted by the company where my husband worked. We'd left the twins, Kyle and Jenny, with their Aunt Julie and we were looking forward to a good time. Not only was it the new year and time to celebrate, but now that our kids were out of diapers, Robert and I had decided to have another baby. I'd even started taking fertility pills because we wanted another set of twins, if possible, although that isn't a great reason by itself. My doctor assured me that I'd have no trouble getting pregnant again all by myself, but he gave me the prescription anyway.

One thing he hadn't warned me about is how horny those fertility drugs can make a woman! I'd been on them for over a month and all I could think about was sex. Robert wanted to do his part as well, so he tried to save up as much of his sperm as possible, which meant I'd had to content myself with masturbation and a lot of chocolate, which probably didn't help. We'd barely kissed each other for the last three weeks for fear of arousing our considerable passion. It would be too easy to give into temptation and make love before my body peaked.

Thank God, the day was here! I'd counted them carefully and knew my cycle very well, as most women do. I was exactly fifteen days away from my next period. By midnight, I'd be ovulating for sure and we'd start the new year off with a bang! I wanted him cumming inside my fertile womb when the ball dropped in Time's Square, thinking that would be pretty memorable. I just knew Robert would plant me with at least one, and hopefully two beautiful babies for us to love and cherish in the years to come. I could hardly wait.

"I loved being pregnant!" I told Sandy, admiring her swollen tummy while her husband chatted with Robert. "I miss it. Even the aches and pains, running to the bathroom every five minutes, and eating all the pickles I could find."

"Well, I was really sick for awhile there," she sighed. "I'll just be glad when it's over."

"You should enjoy it while you can," I said. "It makes you look so pretty."

"Pretty?" She rolled her pale blue eyes. "I was beautiful until this happened. None of my clothes fit me. I look like a beached whale and I'm wasting my fitness club membership."

"Hmmm..." I tried to look sympathetic, but this woman only wanted to complain. She still looked gorgeous, almost ridiculously so, and I hadn't been happy to learn that my husband's secretary had modeled for Playboy.

Sandy wasn't a centerfold, but she could have been. She'd appeared three years in a row for Playboy's 'Girls of the Fortune 500' pictorials, and then she'd done a video for them. One of those soft-X almost porn videos with some stud in an office romance, since she was a secretary anyway. She'd given her boss, my husband, a copy and of course, he'd brought it home so we could watch it together. It seemed kind of strange to be standing there and talking to the woman after seeing her totally naked and pretending to fuck a guy on his desk.

She looked ready to fuck someone again, and for real this time, despite being seven months pregnant. Being very tall and a leggy sort of woman didn't hurt, and her tummy wasn't nearly as large as mine had been with Jenny. Sandy had nice sized breasts, good for nursing with those prominent nipples poking through her maternity blouse. I'd met her often enough previously to know she didn't like to wear a bra, but once she started lactating, the woman would change her mind. Those proud tits of hers would get heavy by the time she was ready to deliver and I missed the ache of being too swollen with milk.

I noted Sandy's narrow hips, however, and although they made her look like a pregnant Victoria's Secret model in that mini-skirt she wore, she would probably have a rough time in labor. The woman was all legs and ass, a decidedly spectacular ass, judging from the interest she generated in every man within fifty feet of her. She looked like a pregnant Barbie doll, except better because that doll has some inhuman measurements, even by Fashion Channel standards.

"How's our baby?" Josh, her husband, wondered with a smile. He'd turned out to be a good looking man, which probably explained why he'd married Sandy. Attractive people tend to flock together, although my husband had proven himself the exception.

"You're a lucky man," Robert said, slapping Josh on the shoulder. They seemed to be getting along alright.

"Oh, don't I know it," Josh agreed. He had red hair and a smattering of freckles across his boyish face. He looked younger than his age, which was about thirty, I'd guess, and very handsome, as I mentioned.

"Say, um...Mr. Ryan," Sandy said, turning her eyes on my husband. "Maybe we should go over the Newman accounts. They're due first thing Tuesday morning, and..."

"It's a party," he replied, smiling at her. "Call me Robert."

"Okay, uh...Robert," she said with a small blush. "It won't take long. I have the files upstairs in my desk."

"Oh, don't tell me you have to work," I protested, clutching Robert's arm. "You promised to dance with me."

"The Newman accounts," he sighed. "I forgot about those."

"They're very important," Sandy assured me, and then looked at her husband. "You don't mind, do you, Honey?"

"I guess I don't have a choice," Josh said with a small frown. He looked at Robert. "I know how she gets. Sandy won't be able to relax if she's thinking about work."

"You don't have to tell me." My husband nodded. "Sometimes I think I'm working for her."

"You should be!" the woman teased him with a giggle, and the men couldn't help but smile. She had that sort of light, tinkling laughter that kicks a guy right in the balls.

"But...It's New Year's Eve!" I felt as if I'd been kicked, too. I should have guessed something like this would happen and I wondered why the company had to have its party in their downtown offices. Why not rent a ballroom at a nice hotel?

"Why don't you dance with Josh," Sandy suggested. "He's very good, believe me, and it'll keep him out of trouble while we're upstairs."

"That's a good idea," Robert agreed, giving me his best smile. I had a hard time resisting it, even after ten years of practice.

"Would you like to dance, Janey?" Josh offered, but his smile wasn't quite as bright as my husband's and I knew why.

Sandy didn't have to worry because her husband wasn't interested in me at all. Why would he be? Even dressed to the nines in a rather short, clingy dress that tried desperately to make me sexy, I couldn't compete with a woman like her. With my hair done and my face made-up perfectly, I still looked rather plain. I was short and my butt wasn't awesome, my breasts were on the small side and firm only because I'd spent $60 on an awesome maiden form bra. I was eminently unremarkable in every way and a guy like Josh wouldn't remember me five minutes after meeting me. Ten minutes after a dance, maybe.

And that's what we were doing, dancing while our spouses were working on some vital assignment that probably wouldn't matter anyway. It wasn't as if Robert would get fired if the Newman accounts, whatever they were, happened to be done late. I mean, Daddy owned the company. My daddy, to be specific, and sometimes I wondered if Robert hadn't married me for my money. Well, I used to wonder, but not anymore. I had ample proof of my husband's love in every way imaginable, but there had been a lot of gossip about it. People always had to find a reason for a beautiful Adonis like Robert to marry a plain Jane like me, as if True Love wasn't enough for some reason.

"What are you thinking about?" Josh asked me, determined to do his duty, if nothing else. He'd promised to keep me entertained and the man knew how to dance, which was nice.

"Ohhhh..." I smiled up at him, being about a foot shorter, like I was. "I'm thinking about how lucky you and Sandy are, being pregnant and everything."

"Mmmm..." He nodded, returning my smile as his hands held my hips. "That was kind of an accident. We weren't trying to get pregnant."

"Really?" I gave his shoulders a sympathetic squeeze. They were broad and thick, and Josh had a nice, firm body. "We're trying again, or we'll be trying tonight, I mean."

"Are you?" His dark green eyes were full of good humor. "You make it sound special."

"Well, I'm finally ovulating," I explained with a self-conscious shrug. "We've been saving ourselves, you know?"

"It must be hard on Robert," Josh sighed, sliding his hands behind my hips, pulling me slightly closer. "You're very pretty tonight, Janey."

"Oh." I swallowed hard, wondering where that had come from. Nobody called me pretty, except for Robert every once in awhile.

"And you smell nice," he continued, lowering his head until he had his face in my hair. "Sandy always smells like perfume, but you..."

"What do I smell like?" I asked, finding my arms going around his neck as Josh kept his head next to mine.

"Moonlight, I think." He breathed the words across my ear and I shivered. "Are you cold, Janey?"

"No," I replied, suddenly conscious of his hands sliding up and down my back. "I feel kind of warm, actually. Maybe we should, um...Sit down for a little bit."

"Let's dance just a little more," he whispered. "Sandy hates dancing and I haven't done it for so long. I like the way you move."

"You do?" I blinked and smiled with a rush of confusion. I felt more than warm, I'd grown hot inside and my tummy tingled, but I didn't know why.

Or maybe I did. Josh was a very good looking man, much like Robert in many ways, but different as well. I'd never been with anyone else, not like this. No other boy had ever danced with me, turning me gently around the dance floor and holding me close. No one had told me I looked pretty or smelled like moonlight. I'd had one boyfriend in my whole life, the one I'd married, and so I really had no experience with boys. I had a very hard time coping with the pleasant and unexpected attention Josh was giving me.

"I'm glad we're alone," he whispered, tickling my ear with his lips. "I didn't know what I was missing, but I can feel it now. Do you feel it, Janey?"

"Maybe," I breathed, closing my eyes as I felt his fingertips caressing my butt.

That felt good for some reason, well...I knew the reason. I like having my butt rubbed and his hands were large and strong and a second later Josh squeezed my ass. He pulled me against his groin and I felt the unmistakable bulge of his erection pressing against my tummy. My breasts were pushing against his body and even through the firm cups of my bra, I felt my nipples throbbing with excitement. My pussy had grown damp, I realized, and the moisture soaked into my panties and threatened to spill down my thighs. I'd become very wet, very quickly and it only added to my confusion.

"Don't tell me I'm imagining this," Josh said, rubbing his clean shaven cheek against mine. "You want me, don't you? As much as I want you, Janey. Tell me."

"Yesssss..." I sighed. "No! I mean...Maybe. I don't know."

A wave of guilt and embarrassment rolled through me and I almost pushed him away. I should have escaped, but I didn't. Why wasn't I running? Because a part of me couldn't believe I was in danger. This had never, ever happened to me before, not even with Robert. He hadn't seduced me, no one had, but Josh was doing precisely that and I couldn't even imagine such a thing, let alone understand it. Part of me, if I'm to be completely honest, wanted to be seduced. Just once in my life, didn't I deserve to be a real woman?

"I think you do," he whispered. "Don't tease me, Janey. You feel so good in my arms. You're beautiful tonight. Please, be gentle with my heart."

"Ohhhh..." I shivered again, feeling my sex clasped around the emptiness between my legs. Robert had a lot of admirable qualities and a genuine talent for making a girl feel loved, but he'd never whispered words like that into my ear!

It made me wonder why.

"So soft," Josh breathed, kissing my cheek. "Like a rose, you're amazing to me. Every man in the room is watching you, Janey, and I'm jealous of their eyes."

"Don't kiss me," I breathed. "I'm married...I'm...I have children. Please. Stop."

"I will," he promised, "but only if you really want me to."

Josh kissed me again, just to the side of my ear and I pushed forward with my hips, wanting to feel more of his erection. I clung to the man with my arms around his neck, tilting my head as he kissed my ear, teasing me with his lips and tongue, and finally his teeth as he gently nibbled at my flesh. His hands massaged my ass through the thin nylon of my skirt, tugging it upward in the back to expose my thong panties. I only owned one of those and I'd bought it only because my regular panties would spoil my dress. Now I could feel the cool air teasing my naked skin. I had goosebumps and my heart was pounding, my lungs didn't want to work as I turned my head.

"Mmmph!" I groaned as Josh kissed me on the lips, not giving his tongue, but just a wonderful kiss that made me melt inside. I'd never kissed anyone other than my husband and it seemed different and familiar all at once, a taboo pleasure that made me drunk with arousal and guilt. I couldn't separate my emotions and the pain in my belly -- Was it fear or lust?

"Come with me," Josh said, giving me no chance to catch my breath as he held me close, walking us off the make-shift dance floor and towards the elevators.

I had thoughts of stopping him, I really did. This was wrong and I knew it in my heart. I ached with a desperation to remain faithful to my husband. Just kissing another man had to be bad. The worst thing in the world, I imagined, but it had felt so good. I'd been waiting my whole life for a man to sweep me off my feet and Robert had sort of done that, but our love had begun so much differently than this. With my husband, it had seemed accidental and hardly passionate, and now that I had something to compare it to, I had a sense of disappointment. Why hadn't Robert treated me this way? Why hadn't he made me feel beautiful? Why hadn't he pulled me out of a crowd just so we could be alone and make love?

I felt almost angry with him, as irrational as they may sound. I knew why Robert hadn't done those things, because he'd been too busy having sex with other girls. My husband was a slut. He always had been and I'd known it from the start. He'd never lied to me or tried to hide his interest in other women. I'd watched him fuck my friends and family, impregnate other women, and I was even raising another woman's child as my own. Can anyone really blame me if I surrendered too easily? Didn't I have enough reasons between my lack of experience and the awful reality of being the cuckolded wife of a serial cheater?

No. I can tell you that there's no such thing as a good reason for cheating on the man I loved. Enough is never enough, not when I swore before God to love, honor, and obey Robert, for better or worse. The worse was awful and I resented it, true, but the better was more than I could have ever asked for. I had balance in my life, in our marriage, and maybe a lot of people would never understand it, but they didn't have to. I loved my husband and I couldn't betray him, but like a little girl in the basement with her brother, I just couldn't resist the urge to see how far Josh would go before I absolutely, positively had to say no. It felt good to feel like a real woman and as long as I didn't let him fuck me, I could still pretend innocence and keep my honor.

That was my deal with the devil as Josh pulled me into an empty office with a large, leather sofa just waiting for us.

"Janey..." he sighed, kissing me quickly, perhaps worried I might try to talk us out of this passionate madness.

The man's tongue wasn't thick and clumsy as I might have expected, and it gently caressed my own. I responded with shameless enthusiasm, pulling Josh's suit coat off his shoulders and down his arms. Once free of it, his hands went to my thighs, sliding upward across my stockings and under my skirt. We didn't stop kissing and I kept my eyes closed, playing my tongue around his while I loosened his tie and fumbled with the buttons of his shirt.

Excited blood rushed hot through my veins as Josh pulled my dress upward, his fingertips touching my bare thighs above my stockings, and only when I had to lift my arms did our lips reluctantly part. Josh lifted my dress over my head, both of us smiling and panting, flushed and pink. I might have felt self-conscious then, standing in my bra and that tiny thong, my thigh-high stockings and heels. I could imagine how stunning his wife must have looked beneath her clothing and I couldn't compare to her. I felt the same old fears returning, that the man would reject me. He'd come to his senses and realize I wasn't good enough for him. I felt ugly and lonely, and I felt foolish for trading the security of my husband for this cruel uncertainty.

"You're sexy as hell," Josh told me, looking me up and down as he removed his shirt completely.

"I am?" I blinked at him, which almost spoiled the mood completely, but he wasn't going to let that happen.

"Look at me," he said, cupping my chin as I'd turned my eyes downward with embarrassment. "Your husband doesn't deserve you, Janey."

"That's what he keeps saying," I replied, giggling weakly and I felt so helpless and vulnerable. I felt naked and I wanted to run, but Josh wouldn't let me go.

"Don't be frightened." He kissed me again, deeper this time, more urgently as if desperate to prove his desire.

All thoughts of stopping him fled as Josh reached behind me and unsnapped my bra. He didn't just let it fall off my shoulders either, he used his hands to soothe my skin, stroking me as he slipped the straps down my arms. I don't know why I liked that so much, but I enjoyed his patience a great deal. I wanted each second to last an eternity as my breasts were freed. I was only twenty-five years old, but I'd never been blessed with the sort of ripe, upturned breasts that steal a man's attention. Mine were small and soft, especially after nursing my babies for almost 18 months. My nipples were large and thick, rubbery the way they hadn't been before getting pregnant with Jenny, but hardly attractive the way Sandy's would be -- Except Josh didn't seem to care.

He pressed his hand to my left breast and squeezed it, making me moan and pull his mouth to mine. He played with my tits while we made out like teenagers. I suckled his tongue and reached for the man's crotch, finding his erection beneath his slacks. He didn't seem as large as Robert, but few men are, and Josh wasn't small in any event. I pushed at the tab of his zipper and reached inside, grappling with his briefs until I could wrap my fingers around Josh's penis. Only the second one I'd ever touched in my life and perhaps that's why it seemed so much different than my husband's. I felt like a virgin again, as if I'd never touched a boy in my life, and I liked it.

"Lie down," Josh told me. "I want to make you feel good."

"What? Oh!" I giggled as I found myself lying on the sofa. I told myself we had to stop soon. I hadn't given up completely, not yet, and my heart remembered my vows, even if my mind was focused elsewhere.

"You taste as good as you look, Janey," Josh told me, licking his way from my breasts, down across my tummy, and towards my barely covered sex. His hands massaged my hips and thighs and I shivered beneath his tongue.

"We can't go too far," I warned him, panting the words. "Kissing and, um...Yeah, we can do that! Ahhhh!"

I pushed my butt off the sofa as Josh lapped at my pussy. He'd pulled my thong aside to expose my vulva and his tongue nearly drove me to climax in the first few seconds. That's what I'd been needing, a kiss on my clitoris, direct stimulation by a real, live man after going without it for nearly a month. Fingers and toys just weren't good enough. I liked the surprise of not knowing what Josh would do next. He reached up to play with my tits, pinching and pulling at my nipples while he ate my pussy with calculated abandon. I mean, it felt so reckless, so wonderfully chaotic, but he seemed to know exactly where and when to tease me with his tongue and lips and teeth.

"Lick me," I whispered. "Yes! Kiss my pussy. There! Right there! Uh-huh!"

"Mmmph..." Josh moaned around my sex as he pushed my legs upward, holding me behind my knees. He wanted me open and vulnerable while he explored the heart of my female form.

The tip of his tongue split my vulva, digging a furrow and flicking across my clitoris. He pinched my labia between his lips, pulling them into his mouth and sucking hard before letting me go, but only so he could stiffen his tongue and push it into my hole. He fucked me that way, making me whimper with pleasure as my orgasm peaked. I wept and shivered, writhing beneath the man as he drank the juices pouring across his tongue.

I blinked my wet eyes, giggling as I tried to catch my breath. I'd forgotten where I was and who was with me. The euphoria was overwhelming and I closed my arms around Josh as he covered my body with his. He kissed me and I could taste my tart cum on his lips and tongue. I felt grateful more than guilty and wondered if he wanted me to return the favor. I could suck his cock, even let him finish in my mouth if he liked, but as my mind cleared, I knew we couldn't do more than that. Making love was out of the question and my earlier bravado had been all bluff.

"What are you doing?" I wondered, widening my eyes as I felt something large and blunt pressing against my pussy. It moved up and down, seeking purchase at the entrance to my unprotected womb.

"Loving you," he whispered, thrusting into me before I could tell him to stop. "Oh...That's it, Janey. Christ, you're hot inside."

"Stop!' I gasped. "Josh, no! We can't do this!"

"We have to do it now," he insisted, stretching my cunt as he pushed into me again. I'd become too wet with my arousal, too relaxed and ready for his hard cock, and my eager pussy offered the man no resistance at all.

"Please," I whispered, begging him with my eyes. "I'm married. I love my husband. I'll suck it for you, I promise. You can cum in my mouth. I'll swallow it for you."

The words tumbled out of me in a rush, but he didn't stop. Josh had my legs over his shoulders and he pinned me helplessly to the sofa. I couldn't stop him and the pressure of his erection plunging into my body wasn't unpleasant. My senses were primed just for this and I felt everything too much. My thrumming clitoris rode his long cock as it moved back and forth and the sensation was electric. I jerked and groaned, unable to resist the selfish demands of my wanton cunt. Another orgasm threatened my sanity and I grabbed the man's thighs, grunting as his cockhead kissed the pillow of my cervix.

"Pull out," I told him, struggling to find the words. "Don't cum inside me. Please, don't cum inside me."

"Too...Late...Ahhhh...Fuck!" Josh grunted and grimaced, his cock buried to the hilt inside my pussy. The acute pulsing of his ejaculate against my cervix was immediate and devastating.

"Noooo..." I hissed, throwing my head back as we climaxed together.

My vagina collapsed around his cock, quivering with rapid contractions to draw as much of Josh's potent semen into my body as possible, exactly as nature intended. I was a slave to my instincts, the overwhelming desire to mate and breed and fill my womb with sperm. He kissed me and I didn't refuse his lips or his tongue. I was lost and weeping the way I often did when I had an orgasm, but perhaps that wasn't the only reason. I wasn't so far gone that I didn't realize what I'd just done. I'd let another man fuck me, perhaps even impregnate me.

"Why?" I asked him a minute later, staring into Josh's handsome face. "Why didn't you stop? Why didn't you pull out? I'm married."

"I'm married too," he reminded me, still laying between my legs, although they'd fallen off his shoulders.

His penis remained hard with the throat of my sex wrapped tightly around it, ensuring that our combined juices couldn't escape. My legs had gone around him and I hadn't even realized it. Likewise I had my arms around his neck and my breasts were flat beneath his chest. I was comfortable and the man's weight was welcome, although my heart ached at the idea of what we'd done. I felt despair as much as anything else, a disquiet of the soul that seemed at terrible odds with the lingering physical euphoria in which I basked.

"Then why?" I repeated. "We shouldn't have done any of this. I have kids, your wife is..."

"Pregnant?" He chuckled softly. "Yeah. Sandy's pregnant -- With your husband's baby."

"What?" I swallowed hard.

"You really didn't know?" Josh kissed me on the lips. "When she told me how much Robert was looking forward to your big date night, I just had to fuck you, Janey."

"Your wife already knew?" I drew a sharp breath as he moved his hips, working his erection slowly back and forth in my cum drenched pussy.

"Knew?" He smiled. "Sandy planned it. Why do you think she took him upstairs? She's going to fuck him all night long and you know what?"

"What?" I asked, instinctively lifting my hips as he began to fuck me with long, deep strokes.

"I'm going to do the same thing to you," he promised, staring into my eyes.

"Alright," I agreed, knowing it was far too late for any other choice. "Just make sure you kiss me when you cum."

Josh came inside me again, and again after that, tenderly kissing me while his balls emptied into my cunt at the stroke of midnight. He had me on my hands and knees by then, and I watched him over my shoulder as I screwed myself onto his long prick. The remains of our previous orgasms ran down my thighs and clung to my ruined stockings, but most of the stuff remained inside me. I could feel it and knew I was already pregnant by the time Sandy found us.

"Your husband is looking for you," she told me, looking damp and disheveled, but smiling as Josh slapped his spent cock against my ass. "Did you have a good time, Honey?"

"Yeah," Josh replied, getting slowly to his feet as I lay on the carpet collecting my wits. "I had a lot of fun. She was even easier than you said she'd be. Are you ready to go home?"

"I'll wait for you by the elevators," Sandy agreed, offering me a sneer before she left. "I hope you have those twins you want, bitch."

Robert and I left soon after they did. I hadn't washed myself at all, but only brushed my hair and quickly fixed my makeup, and neither of us said a word on the way home. I seethed with guilt and shame, and I could barely look at my husband. We went to bed and my only concession to the mess between my thighs was to wear a pad inside a clean pair of panties. When Robert reached for me in the darkness, I rolled over, giving him my back.

"I want to know who the father of my child is," I told him. "Go to sleep."

"You're mad about Sandy?" he asked, sounding surprised. "I didn't think you'd want to know. It was an accident, Janey."

I didn't say a word and he gave up. We were having our first fight and I cried myself to sleep. I was more angry with myself than him. Not only for betraying my husband with another man, which would have been bad enough, but for being so stupid as to believe anything Josh had told me. At least, up until he'd explained his wife's plan. I believed that part just fine. She didn't want to be pregnant with anyone's baby and Robert had probably promised to pull out or something. It didn't matter. She'd wanted revenge and so had her husband, and they'd taken it through me. I'd been innocent, as all victims must be, and for that I did blame Robert.

He bought me flowers and chocolates everyday for week, but I still refused to let him make love to me.

Sandy quit her job the following Tuesday, right after the new year, and that was probably for the best. Robert had written of her in glowing terms in his reference letter, praising his secretary's performance and assuring potential employers that she could meet any challenge her future position demanded. Combined with Sandy's natural beauty, I had little doubt she'd find herself in any number of challenging positions once her baby was born. Or maybe not, I'll admit I wasn't very fond of the woman and liked to imagine her a slut who'd seduced my husband, rather than the reverse.

"Well?" Robert looked over my shoulder. "What is it?"

"Positive," I replied, pursing my lips at the blue ++ sign on the home tester. "What do you want to do now?"

"Make love to you," he said, sliding his arms around my tummy and nuzzling my neck. "Did I ever tell you how beautiful you look when you're pregnant?"

"I don't remember," I sighed, turning my head so he could kiss me. "You'd better tell me again."

Nine months later, Robert Junior was born. He had red hair and dark green eyes like his father and I decided to name his twin brother Joshua. My husband didn't argue with me.

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