When she first talked about having kids, I wasn’t sure I was ready. It wasn’t that I didn’t want them, because I did. But our business, while successful, was still fairly new in the scheme of things. But it was hard to resist Terra when she wanted something, especially if that something was my dick. So I acquiesced, and somehow the sex was even hotter knowing that I was planting my seed inside her.
I rubbed my thumb over her clit as I slowly moved in and out of her pussy.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Make me come again.”
Her pussy contracted harder each time I moved, her body writhed, and her breathing sped up, telling me she was making the acsent to pleasureland.
“Does that feel good, baby?”
“Mmm…yes…so good…”
My own pleasure teetered on the brink. So much so, I couldn’t wait for her any longer.
“Fuck I’m gonna come…” I chanted over and over again as each slide into her sweetness felt more spectacular than the last.
“Come in me, Brayden. Make a baby…”
My balls coiled up, and my dick readied to fire. “Rub your clit, Ter. Make yourself come. Take me with you.”
I didn’t need her to come for me to find release. I just liked it more when her pleasure set off my own.
Her hand slid down over her belly, and her finger flicked at her clit.
“Oh!” She arched and her entire body went taut. Her pussy clamped down, and she shot me straight to oblivion.
“Yes!” I yelled out as I plunged in and ground against her shooting the first of my load.
Her hips rocked and her pussy squeezed and massaged my cock as I withdrew and thrust in again, releasing more cum. I felt like a fertility God as I planted my seed in her.
A few weeks later, we learned we’d been successful in the baby making department, although we’d been having so much sex, I couldn’t be sure that Lanie was conceived on my desk. It could have been anywhere in the office or at home.
We had been so happy then. I felt like I’d finally achieved everything I’d wanted. I’d escaped the poverty of my childhood. I’d found an incredible woman who shared my vision in life and business. Together we were building a family.
As I sat at my desk reminiscing, I couldn’t help but wonder where the fuck did it go wrong? Why didn’t I notice sooner that Terra wasn’t happy? Or that we somehow lost the connection? We hadn’t had sex in forever, a sure sign that something was up compared to how often we did it before. Why hadn’t I realized that?
They say hindsight is twenty-twenty, and clearly it was true, because looking back, I could see the various signs that things were moving off the rails. It was a slow progression, which I suppose was why I didn’t notice in the moment. But now, I clearly saw all the late nights I’d come home feeling horny, but Terra was asleep and I didn’t want to wake her. All the mornings I told her I’d be home for dinner, and yet wasn’t.
I’d thought having financial security and giving her a home and a life that she’d been accustomed to growing up in her affluent family was what I needed to do. But to achieve that, I’d sacrificed us.
The question was, would it be too late to change it? She said she didn’t want a divorce, and yet, why would she meet with a lawyer if she wasn’t at least partly serious about it? While there were moments in the last few days that I felt like the connection between us could rekindle, other times, I got the feeling she was purposefully dousing it. Was that because she didn’t love me anymore or was there another reason?
Perhaps the answer was to get couples therapy. Clearly, we’d stopped communicating, and my attempts to talk to her weren’t working.
“Mr. Burrow?” Johanna peeked her head into my office.
“Yes?” I pushed the memories and worries away as I looked to my administrative assistant and refocused on work.
“I have that data you asked for,” she said, stepping into my office. “There are a few items I wasn’t sure about.”
I waved her in. “Let me see them.”
She handed the papers to me and remained standing on the opposite side of my desk. I looked over the spreadsheets and graphs she’d brought related to each project.
“What’s the problem?” I asked her.
“Well, for example, the cloud security project is shared among two departments, and I wasn’t sure if or how you wanted that data organized.” She pointed to a graph. “That shows a total for a project, but about eighty percent of that is through the security team.”
I studied the papers trying to decide if I needed just the overall project data or if I wanted it further detailed by team.
“What about this cost assessment?” I asked.
She tilted her head as she tried to read it upside down. Unable to do so, she came around to my side and looked at the data. “That is about sixty percent cloud team.”
She leaned over to point to another paper on my desk. Her scent filled my nostrils, and her blouse flared open slightly. It occurred to me that if I was a different sort of man, I might try to take advantage of that. Johanna was a beautiful woman, and when I first hired her, I’d gotten the feeling that she might have been open to extracurricular work with the boss. For a long time, she volunteered to stay late when I worked after hours. Once, she answered my cell phone when I was indisposed in the restroom. Terra never said anything about it, but I remember thinking having my secretary answer my personal phone after hours wasn’t a good thing.
Of course, I wasn’t the type of man to cheat. I didn’t watch porn or read girlie magazines. When I jacked off, it was always Terra that I fantasized about.
“This here.” She leaned a little closer, but didn’t finish
