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What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?

—Nietzsche

 

 

1.

 

“And the lead accountant who’ll be working for you is Vivian Dellessio,” Ted said to Dan as he opened the door to the accountant’s office. Dan’s business wasn’t huge, but it was big enough to impress one of the up and coming management companies in the city. Dan had always considered himself more a creative type. He didn’t want to deal with the nuts and bolts accountancy part of business building. That’s why he hired Sauer, Stevens, and Dellessio. “I’m sure you’ll find her perfect.”

Dan was ushered into the office by Ted’s expansive wave. There was a woman sitting at the desk with brassy blond hair hanging in her face. As she stood up Dan froze with his hand outstretched.

“Annie?” he asked. His brain stopped working.

In contrast to her new client, Vivian wasn’t nearly as surprised as Dan. “Hello, Dan. It’s so nice to see you again.”

“Wow.” Dan was still frozen in place. He drank in Annie’s beauty. She might have changed in the last fifteen years, but she was still as beautiful as ever. Older, yes, but still perfect in his eyes. “It’s been years…”

“It has,” Vivian agreed and awkwardly reached across the desk to shake his hand.

Ted was dumbstruck for a moment but then smoothly recovered like any good manager. “You two know each other?”

“Yes,” Vivian said. “From college.”

Ted laughed a bit. “You’d think you’d have recognized Vivian’s name when I set up the contract.”

“She was Annie back then,” Dan said. His brain was still processing the information in front of him.

“I go by Vivian now,” she reminded her boss. “I found Annie to be too childish. And Dellessio is my married name,” she informed Dan.

“Married,” he echoed. “Right.”

“Well, I hate to break up a college reunion, but we’ve got to finish the tour, Dan,” Ted said. He was happy two college friends would be working together. That would make things so much easier. With a wide sweep of his arm he moved Dan out of the office and down the hall to see the other impressive parts of Sauer, Stevens, and Dellessio. Dan craned his neck to get one last glimpse of his college girlfriend. She smiled up at him from behind her desk.

 

Two days later Dan and Vivian were eating lunch under the guise of a business meeting. She wanted to keep him at arm’s distance. She wanted to keep their relationship strictly professional.

Dan came to the meeting with a hard cock.

“This relationship is going to be strictly professional,” she reminded him as they sat down to eat.

“I didn’t even say anything,” Dan protested with a huge grin on his face.

“Professional,” she repeated. “I’m married now.”

“You were going out with Tony Boyd when we had sex for the first time,” he reminded her.

Her face flushed with embarrassment at the reminder. “That was a long time ago.”

“And I seem to remember that you dated Curt Nottington for almost a year—and had sex with me on regular basis that entire time.”

Vivian didn’t like being reminded that she had been a bit of a slut in college. She was a changed woman now. Sex with Dan was nice and safe; he was just a friend who was good in bed. The other boys—they had potential to be lifelong commitments , Dan just wasn’t that type of guy.

“I’m a changed woman. I’m married and happy,” she told him after the waiter came and took their orders. She was so changed she failed to notice how handsome the waiter was, how muscular his arms were, how high his cheekbones were. She even forced herself to keep her eyes on Dan when the waiter walked away. She wasn’t going to check out his ass.

“I’m happy to hear that,” Dan said. “As I remember it, you always said you were happy with your current boyfriend every time we had sex.”

Vivian blew out her breath. “I was young and foolish. I’m different now. I even changed my name.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to hide from your past.”

She shook her head. “It’s not at all like that. I didn’t like being Annie Smyth. I love being Vivian Dellessio.”

“Does your husband know all about your history?”

Her face soured. “Of course not. Don’t be stupid.”

Dan scratched his chin in thought. “Have you ever cheated on him, Annie?”

“No,” she quickly answered. “And my name is Vivian now. It’s my middle name and you know that. I’ve never cheated on him.”

“I bet I can change that.”

“No you can’t.” She sighed and looked at him. “And I’m pregnant so that ends that.”

He reached across the table and rested his hand on top of hers. “That doesn’t change anything. And I bet Annie would love to cheat on her husband.”

The corners of her mouth turned down in a frown but she said nothing.

 

Annie was breathing heavily. She had one knee up on the mattress while the other was firmly planted on the floor. Dan was behind her, kissing her neck, pulling up her skirt with one hand while cupping her breast with the other. She had her hands over his in a strange battle—she was at the same time trying to remove his hands while simultaneously force them where they would give her the greatest pleasure.

It was with great misgiving and heavy flashes of guilt that she turned her head and allowed him to kiss her. She kissed back, slipping her tongue over his, between his lips and into his mouth. Despite everything else she had said, she was no innocent to this situation. There was as much encouragement on her part as there had been on his.

The one thing she did hate was that it made her feel exactly like she felt in college when she had fucked Dan. There had been only one time she had fucked him when she wasn’t attached to someone else—the very first time they had hooked up. They had met the second week of college at a party, both were drunk and both figured it for a one-time event. Until they ran into each other again a few weeks after that and Annie was pissed off at her new boyfriend. So they fell into bed together. She wrote it off as an anomaly. Dan figured she was a bigger slut than she wanted to admit. And so they fell into a pattern where she would seek him out for sex when she was angry at her boyfriend of the moment and he would find her when he was horny. Both were damaged, emotional people prone to making bad spur of the moment decisions.

While in college they had sex too many times to count.

By the end of college they had had sex with each other more times than with any other partner. They still went their separate ways.

She didn’t want to admit it to herself, but Annie liked cheating on her boyfriend with Dan. Dan didn’t mind admitting at all that he liked fucking Annie. She was beautiful and sexy and wild in bed.

Although she had never wanted to wind up back in bed with Dan after college, here she was doing it again—but only one more time, she promised herself. She knew she was going to break the promise.

“Do you have a condom?” she asked as he eased her skirt up over her hips and dipped his hand into her panties. She had trimmed back the bush of hair she had in college but wasn’t completely bare between the legs.

“What for? You’re pregnant already.”

“I don’t know if you have any diseases,” she complained between kisses as she rubbed his hard cock with just her panty-covered bottom. It felt just like it had all those years ago. She wanted to feel him inside her pussy again. She wanted to know if he still only wore silk boxers because he claimed he was stylish and sophisticated.

“I don’t,” he assured her as he pushed down her very practical, very business-like undergarment. She didn’t resist at all. She wanted this as much as he did.

“How do I know that?”

“You don’t.”

“And I should risk my reputation on your word?”

“You have before.”

At this point she was reaching around to loosen his belt and get his cock up against her bare ass. They had already made the decision as to what was going to happen, now it was all details.

The thing that Annie loved most about fucking Dan was how well their bodies worked together. It always seemed perfect. Compared to all of her boyfriends in college, the ones after college, and now her husband, Dan was always the best. She was now testing that hypothesis one more time. Oddly, she hadn’t cheated on any of her boyfriends with anyone other than Dan. She never cheated on her boyfriends after college when Dan was out of the picture and the thought of cheating on her husband was anathema to her psyche. But now that they had found each other again, she had to know. She had to have him again.

And she was delighted to find that he still wore silk boxers. “Bad boy,” she told him. He wasn’t concerned with what she thought about him at the moment. He just wanted his cock in her pussy. They were separated only by the thin bit of silk covering his cock and that would be gone in a moment. But instead of her pulling them off his body, she instead spun around and fell to her knees, just to taste his cock once more. She had always loved his masculine, musky scent. Down went his boxers and he was naked below the waist. There was a bit of precum leaking from him and she licked it free. A little strand of the sticky substance extended from the tip of his dick to her tongue. Annie sucked it in like a piece of spaghetti.

“Perfect,” she complimented him and then took his length in her mouth, sucking hard on his manhood.

He grunted in appreciation, but Dan didn’t want a blowjob, he wanted sex. Grabbing her by the shoulders he picked her up, spun her around, bent her over the edge of the bed, and sank his cock into her exposed pussy. They fitted together perfectly, just like old times. She moaned in thanks, he grunted once more, happy he was proving more dominant that her, more dominant than her husband.

“Be quick about it,” she told him. It wasn’t a romantic thing to say, but she didn’t want to be caught in the act by her husband. She’d been caught in the act before with Dan by both Frank and Scott, but at different times. It never worked well; it always ended with her breaking up with her boyfriend.

“I thought you liked it long and hard, like me,” he laughed and grunted as he thrusted into her. Their skin came together with loud slaps of flesh. She loved the sound and the sensation.

“I do, but William will be home soon. I can’t be caught like this.”

“Like what? Fucking your old boyfriend?” One of his hands went to her tits, the other to her tummy. She wasn’t as flat down below as she had been in college, but there was a certain hardness to her abdomen, as if she had been working out, doing a lot of crunches.

“Yes, exactly like that.”

It didn’t matter. They both wanted the moment and neither could resist. She pushed his hand lower so he could find her clit and in almost no time at all she was whining with the anticipation of orgasm. Once she was shouting out her climax he came inside her cunt, bathing her wetness with his thick, white cum.

“Shit,” she cursed when they were done. “That was good.”

“It sure was,” he agreed and pulled out, but steadied himself by holding the footboard of the bed. “I think you’re in better shape than you were in college. Your abs are firm, hard.”

She blushed with shame. “That’s my fucking uterus, shithead. What you were feeling was my baby.”

“Oh. Fuck. I’m not sure if that’s perverted or hot.”

Annie rolled her eyes at him. “Whatever. Just get your clothes back on and get out of my house before William returns. I need to take a shower.” She pulled off her remaining clothes and headed for the bathroom. He got a brief but adequate view of her tits as she disappeared behind the door.

“Goodbye,” he called to her. “It was lovely to fuck you again!”

 

 

2.

 

“It must be the hormones,” Vivian said to Dan over the phone.

They were in that sweet spot of time between when she got home from work and Dan was still traveling in his car back to his house.

“What must be the hormones?”

“Us. You. Me. Me wanting to fuck you.” The words came jumbled and confused. Vivian hated how just thinking about Dan made her tongue-tied and stupid. Annie loved that thinking about Dan made her pussy wet. She hadn’t yet decided which person she wanted to be yet.

“You’ve always wanted to fuck me.”

“No,” she contradicted him, “I haven’t always to fuck you. I don’t like wanting to fuck you.”

“And yet you still always seem to end up with my fuck in your pussy. Or mouth. Or both.”

Vivian sighed, frustrated and annoyed with Dan. But Annie was turned on by his bawdy talk. “I still don’t like it.”

“Then don’t fuck me,” he said as if he didn’t care. The sad part was that he did care, but he also knew this is how she processed through her conflicting emotions.

“I can’t not do that.”

“Uh-huh.”

There was an uncomfortable silence as he passed too slowly for his taste and she contemplated her life choices.

“Anyway, I think it’s the hormones,” she continued. “The baby is making me crazy and horny.”

Dan chuckled at her. “Funny, that’s how I always remember you.”

Vivian rolled her eyes at him even if he couldn’t see her. “Pregnancy hormones can really ramp up a woman’s desires, especially for the second trimester.”

“You said you were two months. And you’re barely showing.”

“Every woman is different,” she informed him.

“I want to fuck you tomorrow,” Dan said as he pulled into his driveway and shut off the car. He didn’t get out not yet. He wanted to finish the conversation first.

“I can’t. I’m in the office all day. I barely have a break for lunch.”

It was as if he didn’t hear her. “I can do a quick lunch meeting with you,” he said, thinking aloud. “I’d love to fuck you bent over your desk.”

Vivian tried not to sigh. She let Annie come out. “I’d love to do that,” she agreed. Vivian reasserted herself, “But I can’t. You know that.”

Dan knew how to manipulate her. “And wear something sexy, too,” he added. “A nice thing. You’ve got a great ass. You need to show it off.”

“I can’t wear a thing to the office,” she protested. “What’ll my husband think? I’m pregnant!”

Dan noticed she hadn’t said yes or no to his suggestion or plan, and yet it sounded like she was going along with it without any real protest. “Tell him you feel sexy tomorrow morning. Wear a pair of tight pants that needs to be worn with a thong otherwise you’ll have a visible panty line and that’s just unacceptable.”

“Mmm,” she said noncommittally.

“And tell him it’s because you want to fuck him tomorrow night. Call it a celebration before the baby really starts fucking up your lives.”

“I’m not going to put out that way.”

“Say making love then. Whatever euphemism you want to use.”

“I’m not going to fuck my husband after doing you on the same day.”

Dan didn’t understand why she was balking now; had Vivian suddenly developed a sense of middle-class, middle-America morals? “Why not?”

“I’m not going to fuck two different men on the same day.”

“Why not?” he repeated. “You used to fuck me and then go over to Patrick’s all the time.”

Annie refrained from informing Dan that she was fairly sure that back in college Patrick knew she was screwing Dan and Patrick got off on the idea of her being slut. He used to quiz her about her sexual history with other guys and was constantly trying to talk her into a three-way with another girl.

“I’m not a slut.”

“I think you are. And I like that. And I think you like it too. And I bet hubby will like your pussy full of my cum. He’ll like that I made you all wet and ready for him.”

There was a long pause on her end of the conversation. “He just pulled up. I’ve gotta go.” Vivian disconnected. Dan sat for moment longer and then climbed out of his car. Rissa was waiting inside the house and he didn’t want to piss off his girlfriend.

 

Vivian was actually disappointed her husband didn’t see her putting on her lacy black thong the next morning. They were hurrying to get ready for work and he barely had time to look at her, let alone inspect her panties. It actually pissed her off more than she expected, especially when she put on her black pants that were just a little too tight and he didn’t even comment on how they were inappropriate for work because of the way they showed off her ass, let alone how they looked on a newly pregnant woman.

When Dan walked into the office for their casual lunchtime meeting she didn’t have any guilt at all. They chatted casually about the progress on his account and then closed the door when she needed a bit of privacy for his personal interest in his business accounts. No one in the office of Sauer, Stevens, and Dellessio gave this a second thought. Privacy was critical in their business. Why would anyone in her office think the happily married and pregnant Vivian Dellessio would do anything improper with her new client?

Annie had closed the door when the private part of their meeting began. She liked these black pants because they flared out at the ankles which made it easy for her to step out of, even in high heels, after she unbuttoned them and let the smooth material glide to the floor. Wearing high heels was a necessity for Vivian because she barely stood five foot three and needed every advantage in her job she could get. And strutting about in them wearing only her panties and top made her feel sexy—and a bit scared because they could be interrupted at any time.

“Nice panties,” he told her.

“Thank you,” she replied as she paraded by Dan as he sat in the visitor’s seat. She took the long route around her desk, letting him admire her ass—it was a bit larger than what it had been in college, but not by much—and when she reached her side of the desk she pushed her chair out of the way, bent forward to place her elbows on the desk blotter, and wagged her hips. “Well? I’m waiting.”

“No hello blow job?” Dan asked. He smiled but didn’t get up out of his chair.

“Are you hard?” she asked him. “Because if you are hard, you can just come over here and fuck me. If you aren’t, then I’ll suck you off.”

As he stood up Dan’s grin didn’t fade. He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his cock. It was hard.

“I thought as much,” Annie said. “Now get around here and fuck me. We don’t have that much time.”

Dan walked calmly around the desk, his cock still out. He didn’t bother to pull down his pants or boxers. This was to be short and sweet. If she left little stains of her pussy juice on the outside of his khakis, so much the better. Once more he admired her ass after he got behind her, but he didn’t waste any time and pulled down her thong panties after just a few seconds.

Bending his knees a bit to dip down was necessary for Dan insert his cock into her cunt. She was wet and open. She wanted this just as much as he did. This was no polite business fuck. He just wanted to use her. Annie allowed her lover to shove his hands up under her shirt and bra, pushing off the lingerie so he could squeeze her nipples. She gasped and moaned while biting her lip, keeping the noise to a minimum. The fucking was hard and fast; no subtlety or technique. It was all lust.

It lasted two minutes. She came first with a little squeaking noise of pleasure. That was good enough for Dan. He came right afterwards, pumping his cum into her. When he was done he wiped his cock off on her ass—she frowned at this but he didn’t see her face because he had fucked her from behind—and then, like a gentleman, he pulled her panties back up her legs, letting the thin back portion of the thong split between her buttocks.

“Thank you,” she told him.

Dan wasn’t sure if she was thanking him for the fuck, for what he was doing to her mind, or for helping her get dressed.

He didn’t care.

Afterwards there was just a passing moment of awkwardness as they rearranged their clothes and took a moment to recover. Then it was back to business. They were professionals at not getting caught.

 

The next day Annie sent Dan an angry text message. She wasn’t pissed off at him; her husband was the target.

Fucking bastard didn’t even want me last night.

Dan thought a long time before replying to her text. It would be so easy to fuck everything up now and he didn’t want to do that. Why not? He sent back, the epitome of innocence.

How the fuck should I know. All I know is I got home hot and ready for him and he didn’t want me.

You should ask him what’s the matter, Dan replied, but he already had a good idea what the problem was. If he was a brave man he would have told Annie directly what the issue was, but he wasn’t a brave man; he was a man who was a slave to his cock.

I did, she texted back. He said “nothing” which is such bullshit.