“You can’t see me,” I said. “I’m in Ohio and you’re in Florida. Besides, I’m a married woman.”
Pearson said that it’s important for a pregnant woman to frequently take in the sperm of the biological father throughout the pregnancy. It makes the mother’s body learn to accept the foreign DNA. Without it, the mother is at high risk of preeclampsia, putting the lives of both the baby and the mother at risk. He sent me some links and I pulled them up on my cell phone. Sure enough, he was telling the truth. I showed the articles to Aidan.
“So what are you proposing?” Aidan asked.
“Pearson’s job is seasonal and the busy season is ending, anyway. Pearson will move into our bedroom so that he can sleep with me. It’s just until the baby is born. You can sleep on the bed in the spare room.”
Aidan wasn’t happy with the situation, but he knew it was the right thing to do for me and our baby. When Pearson arrived at our house, pulling a large suitcase behind him, Aidan wasn’t very welcoming. But I gave Pearson a big hug.
“Welcome home, daddy,” I said. I rubbed my belly and Pearson gave it a rub, too.
“You look real sexy like that, having my baby and all.” He dropped the handle to the suitcase and gave me a big kiss, running his hands all over my body. Even though I was pregnant, I was getting so wet again – my body obviously couldn’t get enough of Pearson and his huge black cock. I gave Pearson a house key and told him that he should consider it his house until the baby is born. When we got to the bedroom, I started putting his clothes away but Pearson walked up behind me and started kissing my neck and fondling my large, swollen breasts. It wasn’t long before we were naked on the bed, with a pillow under my belly as he fucked me doggy style. He gave me four orgasms without even touching my clit.
I’d been surprised to find out how horny I was when pregnant. My swollen lips were constantly rubbing against my clit, keeping me always aroused. JeCowan was the beneficiary of my amorous mood, as we had sex once or twice a day on most days. I didn’t neglect Aidan, though, sneaking into his room in the night to masturbate him with my hands and sometimes even giving him a blowjob. I didn’t need his DNA for anything, but he is my husband after all and I wanted to make sure that he was satisfied.
There was some tension in our household, though. Pearson was physically intimidating Aidan and he made him do all the cooking, cleaning and laundry. He even made my husband wear a pink apron while he did the household chores. While Aidan was doing the work, my black lover was watching television with me, going to the gym to work out, or just doing whatever he felt like.
At one point, Pearson made Aidan give him a blowjob right in front of me. It was the most amazing thing. Aidan was on his knees, wearing nothing but the pink apron. Pearson kept holding Aidan’s head against his groin, pushing his cock in as far as it would go. It would cause my husband to gag, and when he managed to take it without gagging, Pearson would hold his nose and force it to happen.
“Don’t gag, you little bitch,” he said. “Tell me what a worthless bitch you are.”
“I’m a worthless bitch,” he said.
When Pearson got close to his climax, he ordered Aidan to open his mouth and stick out his tongue.
“Now say, ‘I’m a little queer boy, shoot your cum all over me.’”
Aidan said it, then put his tongue back out as Pearson jerked his black shaft. He began grunting as he blasted rope after rope of semen all over my husband’s face and in his mouth. Then he ordered Aidan to get on his hands and knees. As he anally penetrated my husband, whose cum-covered face looked like a glazed donut, his pink apron hanging down, I realized that I could never look at Aidan as a sexual partner the same way. His inferiority was obvious, and I had zero desire to have sex anymore with such a lowly person. Pearson was slapping my husband’s ass, pounding him hard and fast as he neared his climax. Finally, he screamed as he pushed forward and shot his load inside my husband’s ass.
A few months later, I gave birth to our son, a beautiful black boy we named Levander. Given the realization that I’d had about my husband, I’d discussed the situation with both of them and we agreed that Pearson can live with us indefinitely. I no longer have sex with Aidan, but he still gets to masturbate in the spare room. He also has learned to enjoy receiving pleasure from Pearson’s big black cock and satisfying his masculine needs. Sometimes I think he likes Pearson’s cock almost as much as I do. I’m pregnant again but this time there’s no need to worry about who is the father. The only question we have now is whether it’ll be a boy or a girl. Pearson is hoping for another boy. Aidan is hoping for a girl. Me? I’m hoping for twins!
MY BOSS IS SO SEXY!
By Polly Andrea Busch
Copyright 2016 by Polly Andrea Busch. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or any method including (without limitation) electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other noncommercial uses permitted by copyright law. This work is a work of fiction. All characters in the work are fictitious and any similarity to any other person, living or dead, real or fictional, is purely coincidental. All characters in this publication are twenty-one years of age or older. All rights reserved.
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“Peyton, I have some great news,” my boss Finton said. “I got approval for you to come with me to the conference.”
“Thank you!” I said. “That’s such an awesome opportunity!”
“I’m really looking forward to it. We’ll get the chance to know each other better, to spend some time together in New Orleans.”
I could tell by the twinkle in his eye that he had more in mind than just business. I’d been working for Finton the last four months and there had always been an attraction between us. I’m twenty-three and Finton is twenty-eight.
Although he’s older than me, I’d always felt a strong connection to him since the day I interviewed with him. When I walked into his office that day, he literally took my breath away. Finton was a director of sales for an up-and-coming technology company, and I was surprised to see that he was a handsome, sexy, athletic black man. Although he wore a suit and tie, I could see some tattoos visible from beneath his clothing. As we talked about the company and my resume, we were both checking each other out. I loved the scent of his body and his spicy cologne.
Finton mentioned that he was a married with four kids. I was married, too, having wedded my wonderful husband Thomas just a few months before. But the attraction between us was undeniable. A few days later, when he called to offer me the job, I was ecstatic.
Over the four months, I had the chance to work with Finton and admire his approach. He’s very charismatic and knows how to build and work a relationship. And he’ll do anything to close a deal. When a company needs a deal structured in a certain way to make it happen but it doesn’t fit with the company’s policies, he agrees to it and then works internally to fix the problems he’s created. It’s an unorthodox approach that doesn’t make him seem difficult to his sales team, but he’s one of the three most successful salesmen in the company. And it shows in his expensive clothing, his fine taste in dining and wine, and his luxury sports car that costs about four times what the average employee makes in a year. (His wife, I learned, is a stay-at-home mother and she allows him to spend his money as he likes. I would never allow Thomas to buy a car like that, even if we had that kind of money.)
One time Finton took me for a ride in his convertible. It was a beautiful sunny day, and I loved driving through town with the top down, the wind blowing through my hair. I loved the way it accelerated, the raw power bringing his car to full speed in an instant. He reached his hand over and placed it on my thigh. I didn’t move his hand. His touch sent a thrill through my body. Although I knew I was a married woman, my pussy didn’t seem to care – it was wet and aching for him to pe
netrate me. When we came to a stop light, he leaned over and kissed me. With the top down, anybody could see me and I knew I was taking a huge risk, but I kissed him back, my tongue swirling around his as our mouths made love. It felt like we were in another world until a car honked behind us, Finton saw the green light and he hit the gas. When he dropped me off back at the office, my panties were so wet that I felt like I’d pissed my pants.
At home that night, while making love to my husband, I was fantasizing about getting fucked by Finton. As my hubby licked my pussy, lapping up my juices and flicking his tongue across my erect clit, I imagined Finton’s powerful black body on top of me, thrusting powerfully inside of me. I came hard, virtually smothering my husband’s face with my pussy as I rode out my pleasure.
“You really liked that, huh?” Thomas asked, a big grin on his face. He rose from the floor, his soft, pastey-white body standing between my spread legs.
“Mmmm hmmm,” I moaned. “I really need to feel that cock inside of me.”
Thomas seemed shocked by my dirty words. His little penis, not quite five inches long, was fully erect. “Here it comes,” he said, not realizing that I was talking about Finton’s black kielbasa, not his tiny white Vienna sausage. My husband mounted me in the missionary position, and he was moving his body back and forth so his little thing must have been inside of me. I was moaning, fantasizing about Finton using me, taking me doggy style.
Thomas and I use the pull-out method for birth control, and as usual he only lasted a few minutes before he pulled out. “Oh God,” he cried, pulling his penis out of me, “I’m gonna come.” Standing on his knees between my legs, he looked like a crazy man as he masturbated his little penis furiously. Seconds later, his little squirt gun shot off, sputtering out a series of white droplets onto my tummy. “Go get a rag and wipe that off,” I instructed him. I lay there, dreaming off Finton’s hard, cut body and what it must be like to be his wife and get the chance to enjoy him every day.
So when Finton told me that I’d get the chance to go with him to New Orleans, I was super excited. Before I left, I bought some sexy lingerie to take with me. When we arrived, I asked about what room I’d be staying in.
“There’s only one room,” Finton said. “The company allowed you to come but they won’t reimburse the expenses of anybody below the level of manager. So I paid for your plane ticket and I’ll cover our other expenses, such as dinner. The company reserved me a room, and I figured that to save on expenses, we could share a hotel room. There’s a couch that pulls into a bed. Is that a problem?”
I stammered but managed to say, “That’s fine. It would be cheaper that way.”
“Great.” He handed me a plastic card. “We’re in room 409. Let’s get dressed and hit the town.”
We put our bags into the room. I got dressed in the bathroom, putting on an evening gown and high heels. Finton, for his part, wore an expensive Italian suit. We took a taxi out to the Chateau Merienne, one of the most glamorous restaurants in New Orleans, and had an amazing time talking over dinner. Finton explained that his relationship with his wife was largely platonic. After the birth of their first child, his wife’s sex drive began tapering off and now they only do it about once a month. He told me that he has a strong sex drive and as much as he loves his wife, it’s just not something that she’s able to provide him anymore. He doesn’t want to divorce her but he’s unwilling to continue living this way. He also doesn’t want to cheat but he loves his wife and his marriage enough to get his needs satisfied in whatever way he can. I responded that my sex life with Thomas was never a high point of our relationship, and that he’s a wonderful man but he’s not the kind of guy that women hunger after. The more we spoke, the more I realized that we were two people who loved our spouses and valued our marriages, but also were realistic enough to know that you can’t get everything you need from one person.
Back at the hotel, we were both a little tipsy. When we stepped inside the room, Finton immediately began kissing me. I felt butterflies as I kissed him, running my hands up and down his back as he caressed my ass and breasts. My nipples hardened, my pussy moistened, as we undressed each other. He was wearing only his suit pants and kissing me as I lay on the bed in nothing but my lacy red bra and panties. My pussy was damp, the crotch of my panties dark and soaked, as his hands glided across my nearly naked body. Every hair was standing on end as he kissed up my belly to my breasts, undid my bra, and began sucking and licking on my nipples. My clit was swollen, aching for him. As his hand slid up my inner thigh and brushed against my pussy, my body felt electric.
I wanted to take his cock inside of my mouth. I got up and unzipped his pants, and saw a huge erection pressing against his briefs. When I pulled them down, I was shocked at how large he was. He had to be nine inches long of dark, thick, uncircumcised cock. I’d only seen two penises in my life and both were white, small and circumcised. I took his mighty member in my hands, pulled back the foreskin, and took his head inside of my mouth. Although I seldom perform oral sex on my husband, I wanted desperately to please Finton, not simply because he was my boss but because he was so sexy, strong, and powerful that he just deserved it. My black lover was moaning his approval and I just loved that, and it encouraged me to give him the best blowjob I possibly could.
Soon, though, he told me that he’d had enough and told me to get on my hands and knees. I did, and I felt that huge cockhead pushing at the opening of my slick, slippery womanhood. I dropped my head, looking down between my legs, eager to see him penetrate me. He lined it up at my entrance, and with a single push he went all the way inside. I was shocked and felt my eyes pop open. My husband’s penis would take a number of thrusts to enter me and it was just a fraction of the size of Finton’s enormous cock. But it was my fertile time of the month and my pussy was slick from my ovulation, and I was just so wet for Finton that he pushed that thing all the way inside. His cock filled me completely, stretching me to the breaking point, and it felt magical as it slipped in and out of me. His hands were holding my hips, my face in the pillow, as I received the most amazing sexual pleasure of my life. I was breathing heavily, moaning uncontrollably, as we fucked. We changed position into the woman superior, and I loved being able to see his face and chiseled chest as I rode him. I leaned down and we kissed uncontrollably. I knew that I didn’t love him, that what I was feeling for him was simply animalistic lust, but what I was feeling was powerful and overwhelming, far beyond anything I felt for my husband. He flipped me over into the missionary position, and I could tell by his breathing and his facial expressions that he was approaching his climax. He pounded faster, his cock swelling even larger, and the pleasure I was receiving was immense. I ran my hands up and down his sweaty black torso, admiring his powerful masculine body.
“Fuck!” Finton grunted and pushed his cock deep inside of me. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against my cervix. I knew that I was ovulating and that I should have made him pull out, as I always did with my husband, but I needed to feel him finish inside of me. My legs were up in the air, locked against him, and I could feel his titan-sized testicles against my ass, jerking as they unloaded countless millions of sperm deep inside my womb. I thought dreamily, “I know I’ll be pregnant,” as he kissed me, his hard member still inside of me as the last of his sperm spilled out to fill me completely.
The next morning, I awoke to find myself in bed with Finton. While in the bathroom, I felt a little pinch in my stomach, and I knew that my egg had just dropped. I suddenly felt worried about having allowing him to climax inside of me. My egg was now inside of me, surrounded by hundreds of millions of Finton’s virile sperm, each one relentless and determined to make a baby in my womb. I decided that I should probably get my own room for rest of the weekend. We got dressed and attended the conference, where we both acted professionally and made some great new contacts and found a couple leads. Having eaten at the conference, we went straight back to the hotel room. Once again we made passionate l
ove, and since I’d already allowed him to climax inside of me, I didn’t see any point in stopping him now. We made love again in the shower, then in the morning, and twice more the next day. When we finally flew home, I was totally sexually exhausted.
When I met my husband at the airport, he was very happy to see me. “I can’t wait to make love to you,” he said. When we got home, I allowed him to get me into bed. As he ate my pussy, he commented that I tasted different. “I’m just so turned on tonight,” I said. I’d noticed that the clear fluid from my ovulation was gone, but we pulled out a bottle of lubrication and with a few thrusts, he was able to enter me. I never felt much friction from Thomas’s small penis, but tonight I could tell that I was much looser than before. I hoped that he couldn’t notice anything, and if he did he never mentioned it. When he approached his climax, I lifted my legs off the bed, put them up around him and locked my ankles around his waist. Holding him in place, he was unable to pull out, and he looked shocked as he fired his seed inside of me. “It’s okay, honey,” I said, nodding. I put my hands up on his face, pulled him down and kissed him.
Back at work, Finton and I did our best to keep things professional. He told me that, although the sex was phenomenal, he loves his wife and doesn’t want to leave her. I told him that I felt the same way about Thomas. A couple of weeks later, I started to feel nauseated. A pregnancy test simply confirmed what I’d already known. When I found out, I told Thomas about what happened on the trip to New Orleans. At first he was angry but he was also excited, and then he masturbated. We agreed that from now on, any lovers I have should be out in the open. I’m now eight months pregnant and I’ve left my job to be a full-time wife and mother. I’m a very light skinned woman with very curly hair and Thomas’s family are dark-skinned Italians, so it shouldn’t be a problem if the baby is darker skinned than me with curly hair. Even if his family complains, I know that Thomas is on my side. The love we have is real and lasting, and he understands that a husband’s children are the children given birth by his wife. I couldn’t ask for a better man.
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