Breeding My Boss’s Wife(9)

Looking at her above me, I saw her bite the corner of one lip to contain the gasp that wanted to escape her. Then she began to slide up and down on my cock.

Once again, I forgot about Jake, and my seeming inability to resist his wife’s irresistible charms.





Chapter Seven





Three Years Later





I was in my office when I heard the usual cacophony that erupted when Natalie came to the office. I heard the receptionist quietly scream her name, and heard the quiet clink of the glass candy dish as she began doting on the precocious and spoiled two-year-old.

I heard her name called out loud by others in the office as the tumult gradually neared the door of my office. I heard her little girl voice making conversation with those addressing her, marveling at her articulateness for a little girl barely over two.

I watched toward my door, knowing what was coming very quickly. Then I saw Natalie appear in my door. Over my desk, I barely saw the top of her head, encased in two blonde pigtails. I craned my neck up to see her better, and saw the obvious product of a household of two wealthy North Dallasites. Typical of the area, they had nothing better to do than to lavish their attention on an only child, this one a cute, sassy toddler who seemed to be permanently clad in the latest Laura Ashley dresses and outfits. Outrageously spoiled, Natalie led a life that would be any child’s dream.

“Uncle Chris!” I heard at my door, as Natalie rounded the corner. I stood up at my desk and held my arms outstretched. She ran into my office and around the corner of my desk as I reached down and scooped her up in my arms.

“Hey Darlin’!” I told her, with my Texas accent barely creeping into my speech. “What are you up to?”

“We came to see Daddy!” she told me, her voice enthusiastically bright.

“Oh you did, did you?” I asked. Looking over Natalie’s shoulder, I saw Gabi standing in the doorway. I detected the slightest hint of a grin on Gabi’s face.

“Yep. We came to ask him for something,” Natalia told me, her voice close to my ear. As she asked, I saw Jake’s form appear behind Gabi in the door.

“Ask me for what?” Jake asked, his mouth twisted into a smile. I knew damned good and well that Natalie could have asked for the moon, and Jake would have figured out how to get the best deal on it.

Natalie looked at Jake, and then back at me sheepishly. I set her down, and she walked over to Jake. At first, she looked him in the eye, like the good salesman her dad was, then she lost her nerve. Her eyes sunk to her feet..

“I want a puppy,” she said quietly.

“Natalie, look me in the eye when you talk to me.” Jake commanded sternly.

Natalie looked up and fixed Jake in her gaze.

“Daddy, I want a puppy.” She paused very slightly. “Please?”

“Will you feed your puppy, and clean up after it, and help us to get it trained like it needs to be?” Jake asked. “Owning a pet is a responsibility, Natalie. It’s a job. It’s not all fun.”

“Oh, I know Daddy!” Natalie brightly responded. “I’ll take care of the puppy, I promise!”

“OK, Natalie. Come to my office and we’ll talk about this puppy of yours,” Jake tried real hard to sound like the hard-bitten insurance executive of old. But the truth was, he wouldn’t have said no to Natalie if she had asked for a giraffe or a hippopotamus or some crazy shit like that. He held out his hand, and Natalie took it and Jake led her proudly through the office to his private suite.

Gabi stayed in my office, which I was a little bit surprised at. We hadn’t been together, at least in a biblical sense since she had found out she was pregnant with Natalie. Although I hadn’t experienced her physical charms in three years, I couldn’t help but remember them.

After that night together at the Christmas party, we had carried on a torrid affair. We had fucked in the parking garage numerous times. She had called me to a city park after dark one night, where I wantonly nailed her in the back of her Escalade. I had spent an entire weekend with her once when Jake was traveling.

But her favorite thing, like that one time in the parking garage, was to call me right after she was artificially inseminated with my seed from the sperm bank. She always told me preferred the natural method, because my meat was hot, as opposed to the cold rigid stainless steel of the tools used by the fertility specialists.

And as soon as Jake announced that she was pregnant, the affair ended. Not a word was said. I didn’t get a bye, see you, kiss my ass, or nothing. It was just over as suddenly and unexpectedly as it had begun. I was both disappointed and relieved, but it was hard to say which emotion came out on top in that moral dilemma.