Vera Henry sat on the bed brushing her hair. She wore nothing but her brassiere. She was a lovely young woman with jet black hair and eyes to match, dark and sparkling. Her tits were fat and round, much more than usual because they were full of milk. She was pregnant – very pregnant.
She heard the shower go off, waited a couple of minutes, and Dan appeared at the door. His body still glistened with moisture.
"You sure you're up to going tonight?" he said.
"Of course, I'm up to it. I'm pregnant, not crippled."
Dan winced. He felt there was a more genteel way of putting it. Vera suspected that he wished she wasn't up to it because he didn't like to take her out when she was like this. It was as if he was ashamed to be seen with her.
"I'll be glad when this thing is over with. Your old man is in need," Dan said.
"You could use your old lady once in a while," Vera said with a pout.
"We've been all through that, baby. You're over seven months along and I don't want to hurt you. We can both wait; we have to."
"I think it would hurt good," Vera said.
"Shit, Vera, don't talk like a slut," he snarled.
He always accused her of being a slut if she said anything concerning sex. She noticed, though, that his cock hung at half mast and a minute ago it was as limp as a dishrag. It always excited him when he accused her of being loose. Everyone thought he was such a sweet, quiet, gentle guy, and he was, most of the time. When he wasn't, he was a bastard and downright mean. He was very sure of his rights, but wives didn't seem to have any.
Dan walked over to the bed, his cock growing steadily. He looked at the thick patch of hair under her protruding belly, then looked quickly away. It turned him off to see her like this.
"Vera, I'm in need. You're gonna have to help me out," he said.
Vera looked up at him. He was looking away. She looked at his hard prick and wetted her lips. It was long and slim and stuck straight out from his thatch of hair. She loved the thing; she wanted it, but knew she wouldn't get it, not in her cunt, anyway. She reached out and grasped it, sliding her hand over the head, then gently down the shaft.
"Ahhh, that feels good, Vera, but you know what I want," he groaned.
"Dan, you know I…"
"I don't give a damn if you don't want to; I don't care if you hate it. I want you to, now sit on the floor and suck me," he snarled.
Vera always protested; it was what Dan wanted to hear. Actually, she loved sucking his cock, especially when she wasn't big as a balloon and he fucked her afterwards. It made her so hot and she came so easy.
She made a wry face to please him, and got off the bed and sat on the floor in front of him. He stepped up to her and waved it in her face.
"Suck it, Vera," he said.
She took the shaft in her hand, wetted her lips liberally, and pulled the scarlet knob into her mouth. She felt a thrill race down her spine; she loved it so. She sucked at the pulpy knob, sliding her hand back and forth on the shaft to bring out some ooze. She liked it better if he hadn't showered; showering always left it tasteless. He always washed it first, to please her – but she wanted it ripe, right out of his pants after a long day of confinement.
"Ah, that's good, baby. It won't take long tonight. I'm gonna hold your head, though; no pulling away. I want to come in your mouth. And you swallow it, you hear? Bitch."
Vera wanted to nod in the affirmative, let him know that she wanted it all the way, that she always wanted it that way, but she didn't dare. He would curse her and call her ugly names if she did.
She sucked with relish, the salty taste of his cum now in her mouth. She particularly enjoyed it when she could masturbate him until he was almost there several times, stopping each time at the last second, until his glans was covered with the slick slime, and then suck him in, suck the goo off until her taste buds tingled. She had only done that to Dan a couple of times, when he was drunk. She knew he wouldn't allow it when he was sober.
She had the whole head in now, sucking hard, and her pussy tingled with excitement. She wanted to reach down and feel herself, but she knew better. She had done it once and he slapped her so hard she fell over backwards.
Vera wondered why she enjoyed sucking cock so much, even why she like fucking the way she did. She wondered if her mother had fucked while she was pregnant. Maybe that was why Vera enjoyed it so much, maybe she had seen the scarlet head poking in at her, and, if her mother sucked cock, maybe the stuff had gone down her mother's gullet and she tasted it while still in her belly.
She could tell Dan was getting close and her hand stroked his shaft rapidly. She wanted it to spurt out in big hot wads, to fill her mouth quickly, to burn hotly all the way down.
"Oh, you sweet bitch," Dan grunted, and his cock belched thickly into her mouth.
She let several wads spit out before she swallowed, then sucked at the gaping hole, drawing the stringy goo out until she again had a puddle in her mouth. Her throat still burned from the first batch. She let it slide slowly down her gullet, and kept sucking. He had a tremendous load and she drew it out until he pulled back and pushed her roughly away.
Dan would be completely wiped out after such a cum, but it didn't matter; he wouldn't touch her now, anyway, not with her pregnancy so far along, so big and bulgy. She knew she turned him off if he looked at her.
"We'd better get ready. Don't want to be late for the dinner," he said gruffly.
Vera got to her feet and went to the closet to get her maternity dress. She slipped into the skirt; it was one of those with the front cut out so her stomach could stick through without putting any pressure on her. She didn't wear panties or stockings because they were too uncomfortable. She let the full cut blouse slide down and cover her naked belly.
She wished she wasn't pregnant, not that she didn't want the kid, but right now she wanted a fuck worst. She laughed at his precautions; hell, it might not even be his.
She married Dan when she was seventeen, three years ago, and she wasn't a virgin. She had gone with a guy before Dan that she was really nuts about, and let the guy fuck her. He was the first, though she had played with guys and sucked a few cocks before that. She fucked her guy for six months before he dropped her for another girl. When she didn't bleed on her wedding night, Dan had flown into a rage, called her a slut, a whore, screamed that she had cheated him. He cooled down eventually, but he always threw it up to her whenever he was angry. He was very jealous and often accused her of cheating, even though he had no proof whatsoever.
He ranted about it so much that she finally gave up and cheated on him. They had been married a year and he was still in school. She didn't have to work to put him through; he had enough money of his own, but he went to classes all day and studied all night. She was lonely and felt neglected. She had quickly developed an appetite for fucking and needed considerably more than she was getting. It happened with Dan's older brother. He was in town on business for a few days and sleeping on the couch in their small apartment. His wife wasn't with him. He slept in his shorts and Vera had noticed him on the way to the can first thing in the morning and saw the big bulge in his shorts.
It was his third and last morning when it happened; Vera wondered afterwards if she had subconsciously set it up. She was sitting on the bed combing her hair, wearing only bikini panties, the door wide open. He wasn't up yet and hadn't taken his morning leak; he had to pass her room on his way to the can.
He walked by the open door and looked in; she had heard him and pretended to be looking the other way. He didn't close the door to the bathroom and she could hear his piss frothing into the toilet. She heard the water running in the sink and knew he was washing his face and hands, and then he gargled. He didn't usually do that until after coffee. On his way back, he stopped at the door, staring at her luscious, near nude body. Her tits were firm and pointed, the nipples dark with big areolas.
"Hi, Vera," he said, "what you doing?"
She knew she should make some pretext at covering herself, but thought it would look stupid now. "Combing my hair," she said, trying to sound casual. Actually, her heart was pounding like a hammer.
He came into the room and sat at the foot of the bed.
"You shouldn't be in here, Don; I'm not dressed," she said.
"I noticed that," Don said, grinning.
"Dan would kill you."
"I'm bigger than he is." He let that sink in. "All over."
Vera kept brushing her hair, not looking at him. "When do you have to go?" she asked.
"My plane leaves at three this afternoon," he answered. "Jesus, Vera, you got gorgeous tits," he added.
Vera blushed, delighted with his flattery. She knew she had nice tits, nice from the first time she was sixteen, and she enjoyed having them appreciated. Dan never made any comments, not about her tits or much of anything else.
"You know, Vera, I don't think Dan appreciates what he's got."
Vera looked at him, smiling. Her mouth dropped open. Don's cock was sticking hard and long from the front of his shorts. She stared at it and said nothing.
Don pushed down his shorts. He sat down, close beside her.
"Don, he's your brother," she said softly.
"He's a jerk," Don said, and cupped one of her tits.
Vera dropped the hairbrush. She was trembling. Her nipple grew hard against his fingers. She knew she should stop him, order him out, but she didn't want to. Her cunt felt wet, receptive, in need of what she knew Don was offering. "Don… don't please," she whispered.
"You don't mean it, Vera. You want me as much as I want you," he said. He put his arm around her bare back and dropped his head and sucked in one of her nipples, his other hand sliding down into her brief panties, at the same time.
Vera squirmed when she felt his fingers slide through the hair and into the wet crevice of her cunt. She shivered and leaned against him. His hand felt wonderful between her legs, and what did it matter. Dan always called her a slut, anyway. Maybe she was a slut.
"Fuck me, Don," she said.
She fell back on the bed when he released her, and lifted her butt when he tugged at her panties. She was naked now, and it didn't matter, she wasn't ashamed. Her legs came open when she felt him coming down on top of her. Her hand found his cock and guided it quickly where she wanted it. She was open, and his cock penetrated with no effort.
Yes, Vera had decided to stop fighting; she relaxed and closed her eyes, concentrating on the marvelous big thing that was slowly filling her cunt. Goddamn, she needed it even more than she had thought. It felt so good, and his cock was bigger than Dan's, quite a bit bigger.
"Damn, damn, you feel good, Vera," Don said. He was in the whole way, and fucking slowly.
"Yeah, yeah," Vera grunted, "kiss me, Don."
Don kissed her hard. Her arms were tight around him, holding his lean body tight against her. She felt warm and good, the way a girl should feel when she was getting fucked. The delicious feel of her cunt holding a hard cock was exciting, stimulating, and she knew she would come. Fucking Dan was too often like rape; he took everything and gave nothing.
"Oh, Don, it feels so good," she sighed.
"I knew you were available, Vera. I knew you'd let me have you."
"How did you know? I didn't even know it myself."
"I just knew; I don't know how." He felt the softness of her legs lightly on his back, then felt them tighten and pull him in. "Maybe it was because I wanted you so much."
"I didn't know you wanted me, Don," she sighed, glowing inside. "I do now; I can feel it, and I wanted you without really knowing it. You feel so good, honey, so hard and throbbing in there. I love it, darling, I love it with you." She stiffened and started jerking, hunching against him. "Aw, fuck… so good, so fucking good! I'm gonna come, Don, I'm… I'm coming, feels so good!" She was gurgling, her head back, her eyes closed, and she was jerked each time he thrust in.
And then Don was coming, too, grunting and thrusting hard, his hot juice spilling into her hungry cunt. He had a load and she could feel it filling her snatch and squeezing out around his cock. She held him in with her legs, wanting it inside her belly, all of it.
She was breathing hard, his weight heavy on her now, her orgasm leveling off to a soft, warm glow. "I'll bet you don't respect me now," she said, only half in jest.
"I feel about you now the same way I did before, only more so. I think you're great. Dan is a stupid asshole, and I think I love you."
"I know I love you, Don," she whispered.
"Was it as good as with Dan?"
"Oh, better, honey, much better. I enjoyed it more and I came harder than with Dan. I feel nicer now, too. Don't pull out, just let it get all soft and slip out."
They showered together and then had breakfast. Don had several loose ends to button up before he left town, so he had to leave. She met him at the airport that afternoon where they had a couple of drinks and then went and sat in the car, necking and petting as their time slipped away.
"God, I wish there was time to go home or get a room; I want you so bad, Vera," he said. He had his hand under her skirt. She wore no panties and he could feel the inviting wetness of her cunt on his fingers. He worked his finger in and out of her pussy and she moaned and reached for his zipper.
"I wish we had time, too, darling; but we don't," she whispered, slowly pulling his hard cock from his fly. "I'll give you something else to remember me by." Holding his cock in her fist, she lowered her head and kissed the leaking tear away from the gaping split in his cockhead. "I love you, my darling," she said, and drew his prick into her mouth.
She stroked his shaft slowly, holding his glans in her mouth while she sucked fervently. Don moaned softly, staring out the windshield at the unsuspecting people walking by. When he lurched into orgasm, she held him fast inside her mouth, drinking steadily of his male milk. She sucked him dry swallowing each precious gob as it belched into her mouth.
She cried after he left, and went into the bar and got a little tight.
That was the first time she cheated on her husband; the second came less than a month later, and with two young men that she had never met before.
Dan had been particularly irritable and harsh that morning; he belittled her abilities, insulted her appearance, and called her a tart. He was still angry when he left the house for class. She was angry, too.
Shortly before noon, she decided the house was bugging her and went down the street to a neighborhood lounge. She was wearing a tight red sweater and even tighter jeans and she sat at the bar. She ordered a double shot with water chaser. The shot went down hard and rolled unkindly in her empty stomach. It took her a moment to catch her breath.
She was still drawing deep breaths when two young men slid up to the bar, one on each side.
"Hi, I'm Terry," the tall one said.
"I'm Mel," the good looking one said.
Vera looked first at one and then the other. "Hi Terry, hi Mel, I'm Vera," she said.
"Can we buy you a drink, Vera?" Terry asked.
She smiled, feeling a woman again. "Yes," she said, "the same."
Her double shot and water came back quickly.
"You're a hard drinking woman, I take it," Mel said.
"No, I just need it this morning."
"We all do now and then," Terry said. He wasn't good looking, but he had and infectious smile. He couldn't have been much over twenty-one. Mel was maybe a year or two older.
Vera tossed down the liquor and sipped lightly at the water. It went easier than the first and she felt better. Another drink was in front of her on the bar before she put the water glass down.
"Goddamn," she gasped, "don't order anymore. I don't want to get gassed."
Still, she picked up the double shot and tossed it down. She could really feel it now. Her body glowed and her head felt light, with a young attentive guy on each side. She hadn't felt this good in a long time.
"It's a nice day and you don't want to drink anymore, so let's go for a ride," Mel said.
"Oh, I couldn't do that. I can't ride around with a couple of strangers. I don't even know you."
"Sure you do. I'm Terry and he's Mel," Terry said.
Vera giggled and let Mel light her cigarette. It was exciting to be the center of attention, almost like before she was married. "Well…" she said.
"Aw, come on, we're nice guys," Mel said.
She got into the front seat between the two men. She was excited, felt an exhilaration she had missed. She knew she shouldn't be in the car with them, but a little drive was innocent, no harm could come of it. Mel was driving and she felt Terry's arm on her shoulder; she leaned against him lightly.
"Hey, let's stop by our apartment. Terry and I share a real sharp place. We could have a drink or something," Mel said.
Vera didn't answer because Terry was kissing her. She felt loose and free from the booze and had wanted him to kiss her. An innocent little kiss wouldn't hurt Dan, and besides, he hadn't kissed her in days. Her arms went around Terry's neck.
The kisses had grown more fervent and Terry's tongue was deep in her mouth when Mel stopped the car. She acted surprised when they wanted her to come with them, but with a tiny bit of persuasion, agreed. Her lipstick was badly smeared.
"I'll just look your place over and then I insist on leaving," she said.
They went in and she sat on the couch while Mel mixed the drinks. When he brought the drinks, Vera and Terry were necking again. He gave them each a glass and sat on the other side of Vera.
"Hell, I feel left out," Mel said, "Terry's getting all the kisses."
"You poor darling," Vera said, and took his face in her hands. She eagerly gave him her half opened mouth.
"Hey, we've got some terrific grass. How about a little smoke," Terry said.
Terry got the grass, rolled a tight roach, and lit up. He took a deep drag and handed it to Vera. She drew a lungful without hesitation and handed it to Mel. It went back and forth until it was gone. Terry quickly rolled another.
Vera was in just the right mood and it went straight to her head. She felt wonderful. She still knew exactly what she was doing; everything was crystal clear and she knew what would inevitably happen, but she just didn't give a damn. In fact, she wanted it to happen. Her lust was out of control; she wanted to be wanted, to be needed, to be taken. "Oh, goddamn, but I feel good," she cried, leaning against Mel.
She tilted her face up and let him kiss her, her tongue darting into his mouth. He cupped one her breasts. She pushed his hand away, but it was quickly replaced by a hand from the other side. "Don't," she said, and pushed it away, too.
"Aw, come on, Vera, have some fun," Terry said.
She felt Terry's hand on her tummy under her sweater, and Mel's hand cupping a tit from the outside. "Fellow's, please… we shouldn't," she pleaded, but Terry's hand was on her bare tit.
"No bra, Mel. Goddamn, she's really got nice ones."
"Sure they're nice. Couldn't you tell by looking," Vera said.
"Can tell better by feeling," Mel said, and slid his hand under her sweater, too.
"Seeing and feeling even better," Terry said, pulling up her sweater. Mel helped from the other side and they quickly had it above her tits. "Wow, nice!" Mel said.
Vera felt a flush of pride. She was proud of her tits; they were high and firm and pointy. She thrust them against their hands, both nipples hard and tingling, almost hurting. She had her head back and she whispered, "I like this, feels so nice."
They weren't content with just her tits, though, and she felt a hand slide between her legs, rubbing up and down against her tight jeans. She thought it was Terry's hand, but wasn't sure because she couldn't remember who was on which side without looking. It really didn't matter because a hand from the other side soon joined in.
Then the front of her jeans were open and she felt fingers inside the band of her panties. She knew she should stop them, but she couldn't. She felt them tugging at her jeans and raised her ass. The jeans, along with the panties, went down almost to her knees.
One of them had bent forward and had her nipple in his mouth. The other had his hand between her thighs, which were pressed together by her bunched jeans. She felt it nudge against her cunt and reached down and pulled it tighter. "Oh, shit, I'm so hot," she gasped.
"Hey, Terry, I think we got us a real live fuck here," Mel said.
Vera meant to protest to show them that she was a nice girl, but it didn't come out that way. "Yes, fuck me… I want both of you to fuck me," she said.
"Let's get her naked," Terry said.
She lay back and let them pull her jeans on down her legs. When they were off, she let her thighs come open; she wanted them to see her, to feel how nice and wet she was. They pulled her red sweater up over her head first, and then a mouth was on her tit again, and two hands were feeling in her cunt. She was surprised at how much hotter two guys could make her than one.
"Let's get her in on the bed," Mel said.
They lifted her and carried her to the bedroom, where they laid her out on her back. She closed her eyes and let them explore her body. She was on fire, twisting and moaning under their touching, caressing hands. They felt her tits, her belly, then a hand was between her open legs stroking her pussy. One sat on each side of her. She reached out with her hands.
"Let me feel your cocks," she cried.
They both unzipped and she felt a hard cock slip into each hand. She squeezed them and felt a thrill; they both felt so good, so hard, so alive. She couldn't decide which she liked the best. Her hand moved slowly on the unfamiliar shafts and she wondered how many girls would thrill so to such a perverse thing.
"Yes," she whispered, her hands moving in unison, "you have yourselves a fuck. Who wants to be first?"
Mel leaped to his feet and started undressing. "Jesus, I gotta fuck this fox. I gotta get my cock into her."
Terry stood, too, and pushed his pants down his legs. Vera watched them, excited at the sight of their hard cocks. An hour ago she had never seen them before, now she was ready to fuck them, ready and eager. She had never felt so alive, so in need of a fuck. She wanted it more than she had ever wanted anything before.
Mel was naked first and came down on top of her. She grabbed his prick and forced the head in. She was wet and it went in suddenly, going all the way with one hard lunge. He fucked violently, his cock moving as if it had been there before. It sucked in and out and she thrilled with each movement. She would come quickly.
She turned her head and saw Terry sitting beside them watching. “Kiss me, honey. I’m awful close,” she whispered.
Terry bend down and kissed her. She sucked his tongue into her mouth. His tongue was sliding in and out when she heard Mel give a grunt and knew he was coming. Terry had distracted her just enough so that she hadn’t made it with him.
“Oh, damn, I didn’t come yet,” she cried.
“That’s okay, baby,” Terry said, “you still got me to go. Pull out, Mel, my turn.”
Mel raised up and pulled out with a wet, sucking noise. His cock was still leaking and he aimed at her pubic bush and milked the rest of his jizz into her pubic hair.
“Stop messing around, Mel. Let Terry on,” she cried.
Mel moved away and Terry took his place. His cock slid right in, even, though he was a little bigger than Mel.
“Kind of gooey in there,” he said.
“It won’t hurt you, honey; just fuck me good,” Vera said.
He was all the way into her come-slick cunt and he felt her legs lock together behind him. She held him tight, lifting up with her ass, swaying from side to side. She could feel the wet stuff between them as it soaked his hair, too.
“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me… I wanta come,” she chanted. “It feels so good – I’m so close. I wanta come, gotta come.”
He lunged in hard and she got her reward. It was a hard, jolting come and she cried out, gyrating with her hips and loosening her leg grip so he could plunge freely.
“Yeah, yeah,” she grunted. “Coming, honey, coming. Keep fucking!”
Terry felt his nuts tighten and he was coming, too. He had a big load, the milky stuff spurting into her in gobs. He stroked several more times and went slack. “Goddamn, baby, Goddamn,” he cried, and rolled off.
They lay there side by side, unmoving, for a long time. Vera finally rolled onto her side and started kissing Mel. She reached between his legs for his cock, fondling the limp thing until it started to swell.
“Let’s do it, again,” she said, and rolled on top of him.
He wasn’t completely hard, but she got it in and started humping. She lay flat against him, her tits mashed against his chest, raising and lowering with her ass. She liked the new position, his cock completely swelled now, and knew she could make it again if he would last for a couple of minutes more.
“Don’t come yet, Mel, I’m almost there,” she said.
Mel wasn’t too close yet and relaxed, enjoying her nice body romping wildly on his. He felt her body go tense and knew she was coming. She bucked on top of him, her ass pounding furiously. She had her head up and was grunting with animal pleasure.
The spasms passed and she slowed and then stopped. “Aw, shit, that was good. I really came off,” she gasped. She raised up and his cock pulled free.
“You can’t leave me like this,” he said. “Finish me off with your mouth.”
“Suck your cock?” she said.
“Yeah, suck my cock. I want you to suck me off, Vera.”
Vera sat beside him and looked at his standing pole. She didn’t really want to, but she really didn’t want not to, either. She bend down and tasted the tip, then let the head slide into her mouth. It wasn’t too bad, tasted kind of nice, really. And then she was sucking hard, her hand gliding rapidly up and down the shaft. She meant to pull away when he came, but all of a sudden her mouth was filled with hot, murky juice and she was swallowing.
She sat up, a string of thick, white come clinging to her chin. She could feel it there and let her tongue slide down after it, but couldn’t reach.
“What about me?” Terry said. He was lying on his back, his hands in back of his head. His cock was only half up.
“You’re not ready,” Vera said.
“You could get me ready.”
Vera looked at his cock, made another attempt at the come on her chin, failed again. Whenever she sucked Don and took his load in her mouth, she always wanted to do it again, wanted another load to swallow. Drinking come always made her want more.
“Okay, I’ll suck yours, too,” she said.
She fell on her belly between his legs and nuzzled in his wiry hair. She kissed around the fringe, held up his balls and kissed them, too; then ovaled her lips and slowly pushed down on the ripe glans. She took him deep in her mouth and held it there, letting it grow fat.
Terry started moving, fucking slowly into her mouth. The end of his cock was almost in her throat and she nearly gagged, but backed off until she could handle his movement. She let him fuck for several minutes before she grasped the shaft and started sucking at the head. She sensed that he liked this and sucked harder, her hand moving gently up and down on the shaft. She increased her tempo, wanting the stuff in her mouth.
Terry held the back of her head with one hand. “Gonna come, gonna come… oh, baby, gonna come in your mouth,” he chanted.
His come came thick and in two huge gobs. She had them both puddled in her mouth before she swallowed. It was slimy stuff, slippery on her palette, and stronger than Mel’s. She liked it, wanted more, but two thick wads was all there was. She let his cock fall free and sat up.
“I’ve got to be getting back to my car; my husband will be home in a couple of hours,” she said.
“We’ll have to do this again,” Mel said.
Vera frowned. “Not much chance,” she said.
She didn’t really plan on a repeat performance; the whole thing seemed a little degrading, but it happened, anyway. Several weeks later Dan flew back east to be with his mother, who was quite ill. She wasn’t sure why she didn’t go with him, but it was probably because he didn’t ask her. By the end of the first day alone she was bored and went to the bar where she had met Mel and Terry. Mel was there. They had several drinks, went to another bar and danced, and then she went home with him.
Mel had fucked her and she was asleep when Terry came home from a date. She was awakened slowly, deliciously to the hard probing of Terry’s prick in her cunt. It was Friday night and she didn’t go back home until late Sunday. On Saturday, a friend of Mel’s came by; he was a big guy with a huge cock. By Sunday night, Vera had had enough; she hadn’t realized a girl could fuck that much in two days.
This time, she felt guilty, and swore off infidelity. When Dan arrived home the next day she could hardly look him in the eye. She stuck to it, too; until she saw Don again.
They were spending a few days with Don and his wife and it had been difficult to get both his wife and Dan out of the house at the same time, but they had managed. She remembered hauling down her panties and how Don had taken her on the couch without taking off his pants. It was a fabulous fuck. The second time they were both naked and they did it in Don’s bed.
Dan knotted his tie and looked at Vera sitting on the bed. “Aren’t you ready, yet?” he snapped.
“Yes, Dan, I’m ready,” she answered, and got to her feet.
Vera felt her swollen belly and smiled. It was a very good possibility that the baby was Don’s and not Dan’s. The time was about right when Don had fucked her. It would serve the surly bastard right.
“I’m ready,” she said again, still smiling.