She's Not Barefoot and Pregnant

SHE'S NOT BAREFOOT AND PREGNANT By Lisa's Loving Husband For the first few years of our marriage I at least took comfort that Dawn did not fool around with anyone where I worked. True, she was not totally discrete in her dalliances. I had friends who thought they were helping me by telling me about her latest fling. And some did try to get me to walk away fom my unfaithful wife. My family also would do so, which led to a major falling out between my sister and I because I would take up for Dawn, and finally told my sister I was sure Dawn would never cheat on me, and that she should just butt out of my life. But then two years ago, Dawn happened to come by the office one afternoon to pick me up to go out for the evening. She'd arranged a babysitter for our three kids, and we were going out to celebrate our fourth anniversary. I realize now of course that I wasn't thinking very straight to agree for her to come by there. My boss, David , a real cunthound, and there was no way he was not going to notice a fox like my blue eyed brunette wife with her pretty face, and 5'-3" 112 pound body. And with the way women flock to David, there was very little chance my ever so hot to trot with tall broadshouldered men was not going to be attracted to David. Dawn had just walked into my office wearing a short black tight fitting miniskirt and David followed her right to my office door. I tried not to even say anything about his being there, when David remarked,"Lennie. Aren't you going to introdduce me to this lovely wife of yours?" Just as he said that, Dawn had turned his way, her eye caught his for just a second too long in my opinion. The smile they exchanged and the dreamy seductive look that came over Dawn's face told me even more. I tried to keep the conversation short, but I had little control. I wound up sitting at my desk feeling like a third person on a date as the talk became friendly and even intimate feeeling between them. After a few minutes, the sexual tension was so thick in there you could hve cut it with a knife. Their eyes would lock together, they were leaing close as the talked, and at times their voices were little more that husky whispers. Ther were times also when Dawn was not saying much at all, her chest clearly having up and down as her breathing became heavy and labored. I even saw her thighs rub together a couple of times as her hand wound up resting on her lower abdomen. I was clearly watching my wife go into heat talking to my boss. When he made some sexual innuedo remark, she giggled softly, leaned forward slightly, and I saw her hand touching his powerfully muscled chest. Then David came right out and said to my wife." Why don't you and I go in my office for awhile. We can talk in there." Dawn smiled, giggled back and replied. "I don['t htink that's a good idea. I know your type. When I get alone with your type, always seem to wind up barefoot and pregnant. I know what you would try to do in there." David replied. "Oh, we can just talk if that's all you want, Dawn. I would never try to do something to you against you will." Dawn answered. " I know that. I know you wouldn't rape me. That's not what I'm scared of. I think you might try to get me to do something though. And it's me I'm worried about. You're sexy as hell,David. I've never had much luck resisting men like you. I know if I wind up alone with you I wouldn't be able to resist you at all." Going in your office would be asking for it. That would be inviting winding up barefoot and pregnant again. David then responded, " You wouldn't have to worry about that, Dawn. I would never leave you barefoot and pregnant. I would buy you some nice fuzzy houseshoes. That way you would not be barefoot and pregnant, no matter what happened. I tried to come up with something to say to stop the inevitable,but I couldn't come up with anything to say. It's always been that way with me when it comes to Dawn and other men. I have wanted to stop them, but I seem to be powerless. I just cannot control her in that way, and I know it. I wished they would have at least waited another five minutes or so because it wa quitting time. But they dindn't. They did not give the office time to clear out, so everyone saw my wife walking to my boss' s office, he close beside her with his hand on the small or her back where it flared out to make her cute bubble butt. David turned to shut the door behind them, but he saw the last of the peolple clearing out of the office, so he did not bother. He just left the door open, turned around, and took Dawn in his arms. I could see them passionately making out for a bit, and he then escorted her to the side of the room that was not in clear sight of where I sat at my desk. I soon could hear Dawn's soft moans as they were engaging in foreplay. And, I then saw her blouse, thenher bra, then shoes, skirt, and panites land on he floor beside his desk. I also saw David' tie, shirt, slacks undershirt, socks and shoes tossed there in the pile with here clothes. The next sound I heard was Dawn. " Aaahhhhhhh! Oooohhhhh! Oh, David. David. Oh David, Yes! Yes! David, Yes. Like that! Oh, like that. Yes Yes Yes. Oh, David yes. Fuck Me . Yes Deeper. Deeper.! Oh, God, That Feels So good! Oh, David , Your cockfeels so good in me! Oh, Baby, Yes Yes Yes! Oh,David,! I'm going to come! David! Your're going to make me come.! OH!, I'm Coming, Yes! Coming, Yes yes! As she did that I heard my boss groan, GONNA COME! GONNA COME! COMING IN YOU,DAWN! UGHH! YES! AGH OHHHHHHH! YES! COMING ! YES! YES!" There was a feew moments of silence. Finally I saw Dawn appear. She bent over and began picking up her clothes. As she dressed, I saw he hold her underpanties up against her crotch. She I also saw her use them to wipe along her inner thigh. I knew she was wiping away sperm that had spilled out of her. When she was fully dressed, I saw he turn and say to my boss. "Do you have a hanky? Your stuff is running out of me and making a mess on my thighs. Your are a heavy commer. I can't remember when I've met a man who has orgasms as big as yours. You shot so much sperm up inside me, I feel like I have it running out my ears." I heard my boss reply to get a hanky out of his trousers pocket. Dawn did, and I saw he wipe her thighs againt, fold the hanky nto a rectangle, and slide it down into her undies from the front. I could tell she was placing it in her panties to absorb David's semen as it leaked out of her. When Dawn was fully dressed, I came out of my office and asked her if she was ready to go. Dawn said she was, but that she thought she'd like to skip out meal out. I knew why. Her hair was mussed, her lipstick and eyeshadow were smeared, and when she had put on that tight black skirt, the front of it had pressed against her scummy crotch, and ther was a telltale wetspot in the crotch area in front. We left without my looking in at David, and he said nothing to me. But the gossip in the office was thick the very next week. I pretended to be oblivious to the waterfountain talk I couldn't help overhear. The office was buzzing that David had fucked my wife on the couch in his office.The talk was that he had bragged about it to a couple of the guys in the office. And everyone had seen their posture and body language as they headed in there at closing time. There were more sessions between my wife and my boss in his office. He also began coming by our house on ttwo or three times a week. Those other office visits by Dawn only served to fire up the rumor mill even more. The innuendo was absolutely scandulous of course when Dawn would come by to visit when she was late in her term. I blushed beet red the day that David walked up to my wife, put his hand on her swollen tummy, and gently rubbed it for a few seconds one time when she was standing in my office doorway. Just before the baby was born, David gave Dawn a present. it was a pair of pink fuzzy houseshoes. "See, I told you I wuoldn't leave you brefoot and pregnant" he said. "Put these on, and you won't be barefoot at all," David recently gave Dawn a new pair of soft fuzzy houseshoes. This pair is blue. He told her that the soon to be mother of a baby boy, which sonograms have said we'll have, should wear blue housshes. Dawn in very proud of her new blue fuzzy houseshoes. She also still loves that pink pair David gave her when she was pregnant with our youngest daughter. Everyone knows abou t my wfie's ongoing afffair with my boss. They also know about the fuzzy houseshoes he has given her when she has been pregnant with our 4th and now soon to be our 5th child. Dawn's extramarital affairs have now spilled over into the place were I work. I do have to say one thing about David though. He has not left my wife barefoot and pregnant like some of her former lovers have done. David at least makes sure she isn't barefoot. The pregnant part is another thing though. 7817 1.54/512345