Tainted Conception: Chapter 4 (Patreon)

Hey all - still working my way through all the comments on the last chapter of Toxic Attraction but I really wanted to get the edits done on this chapter of Tainted Conception! This is the penultimate chapter of this series with Chapter 5 being the long-awaited finale!

Let's dive into the good stuff, here it is:

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“Ughhhhh, yes fuck me, Saul!” The mattress muted Brooke’s husky moan. Her arms were outstretched, sheets clutched in her sweat-slicked fists as she shook from Mark’s thrusts. Mark gritted his teeth, hearing his wife moan his work rival’s name as he pushed into her from behind. He hadn’t wanted to do this fucked up role-play, but here they were, doing it anyway.

Pretending to be his nemesis, Saul, as he fucked his wife was beyond messed up. But he was hard as a rock for the first time in weeks. Something had been wrong in his brain lately. Only the thought of Brooke and Saul being intimate together seemed to be able to get him hard. He was horrified by how into the whole idea of the roleplay Brooke was. She acted so different from how she usually was when they made love. She seemed wilder and incredibly responsive to his touch.

He knew some “things” had happened between Saul and his wife. He didn’t want to consider the details, but he knew that the asshole had managed to get her alone a few times. He was reasonably sure Saul’s cock had been in her mouth, but it made him furious even to think the thought. It had all started with that stupid Halloween party and Saul getting compromising material that steered Mark into the corner he now found himself in.

“God, Saul, you feel so big inside of me,” Brooke moaned, “So fucking good. Keep fucking me!”

Mark moaned audibly. Her words and cries for Saul cut him deeply, but no one could deny that he loved hearing her enthusiastic encouragement while they had sex. It drove him nuts. Her pussy was clenched tightly around his cock, squeezing his shaft firmly. Between her words and her grip, it wouldn’t be long before it was too much for Mark to bear.

His hands found leverage on her shapely hips, and he renewed his thrusts into her. Brooke’s hair was splayed out on the bed, her hips high in the air as she pushed back and forth against him vigorously. Mark eyed the red light from his phone on the bedside table. It was set to record, just like Saul had insisted. Mark was trying not to make any noises, not wanting that asshole to invade his life any further and hear him having sex.

But it’s fine for him to hear your wife? Mark didn’t like the thought. Maybe part of him, deep down, really liked this. Like deep, deep down, suppressed under a lot of emotional baggage. He wasn’t sure. But his body seemed to be responding to it. Mark didn’t know which way was up lately.

“Saul!” Brooke cried, “I’m gonna cum. Don’t fuck, fucking stop Saul. Ohh, OOOOHHH. Don’t stop. Please. Ah. Oh ffff. Uhhmmmm. Mhmmmmm. Saauull. Oh my GodI OH, OOOOOHHH OH MY FUCKING GOD! SAAAUULL!”

Brooke’s body started to spasm. Her back and leg muscles tensed up, and her head arched off the bed as she pushed back onto Mark’s cock. Her pussy had an iron grip on his cock, milking him in place as she came. Her overwrought moans and sounds of pleasure were too much for Mark to endure.

“Ah, oh fuck,” Mark said louder than he wanted. He felt his balls unload, and he exploded into his pregnant wife. Flooding her while pretending to be his workplace rival. “...fuck.”

“Uhhhhmhmmmmmmgod Saul,” Brooke said quietly into the mattress, her body still racked in orgasmic bliss.

Mark was panting, looking down at his wife splayed out on her knees before him. She looked as exhausted as he was. He slid his cock flagging out of her, causing Brooke to groan in bemused disappointment. His wife rolled onto her side. She looked like she was glowing from the fucking she’d just received, but Mark wanted to throw up at the idea that the soon-to-be mother of his child had selected that ugly asshole to play with.

“That was amazing, Saul,” Brooke moaned, opening her eyes to look at him playfully. She shut them and turned on her back, clearly ready for sleep. Mark grabbed his phone off the bedside table and ended the recording.

His stomach tightened into a ball, and he felt the all too familiar sensation plaguing him lately. Embarrassed and ashamed by what had just happened and by the audible groaning from his stomach, Mark sprinted to the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and gripped the edges of the toilet seat as his body explosively emptied itself. He couldn’t even enjoy the afterglow of being with his pregnant bride.

***

“Tell me,” Dr. Creed sat back in his chair, fingers steepled as he looked intently at Mark, “Why do you think you can only get sexual pleasure from these thoughts of your wife… Brooke, was it? To thoughts of her with the man you dislike from your workplace?”

Mark had locked his office door and blocked an hour in his calendar for this telehealth appointment. The last thing he wanted to be caught doing was talking to his new therapist about the demented turns his sex life had taken. Dr. Malin Creed peered back at him from his computer monitor. He was somewhere in his fifties, dressed like an arrogant, boring, middle-aged academic. His features didn’t look remarkable. He was one of those guys you would be hard-pressed to describe beyond brown hair, a big nose, and glasses.

“That’s just it,” Mark sighed, feeling defeated, “I don’t know. It’s like a switch just flipped in my head. I’ve been really off lately… not just physically but mentally, too. I’m finding that I can't think straight at least once a day. My memory and my eye for detail seem to have vanished overnight. My regular doctor can’t find anything wrong with me, but –”

“Mark,” Dr. Creed gently scolded him, “We’ve already talked all about that. You’re deflecting away from my question. Let me rephrase. Why do you enjoy the idea of your wife fucking this asshole you hate?

Mark was surprised by his therapist’s strong language. This was only their fourth meeting. He kinda liked the guy and thought he might help but they weren’t yet on such friendly terms that the frank phrasing was appropriate. And it definitely wasn’t professional.

“Sorry,” Dr. Creed said, “I’m just trying to try and snap you out of what may be a spiral here Mark. Sometimes using strong language like this can help snap a patient out of a loop and focus. In this case I’m using strong language because we’re trying to get to the root of your desires and, in turn, the issue you came to me about.”

“That’s just it,” Mark said, “I don’t know if this is something I desire at all.”

“Tell me more,” Dr. Creed looked down, and Mark heard him scribbling something in his notebook.

“The thought of it repulses me. It makes me ill. The idea of pushing the love of my life, the mother of my unborn child, into the arms of this asshole that I hate. It's fucked up and disgusting,” Mark looked at his desk, not able to meet his doctor’s eyes for his next admission, “But lately, the only way I’m able to even get uh, even remotely ready to satisfy my wife is to think about it. Or act it out. Or to see them together.”

Dr. Creed’s eyebrows raised, “They’ve already been intimate?” Otherwise, his face gave no hint of a reaction.

Mark looked at the ceiling and didn’t respond, the sound of air leaving his nose. Dr. Creed stayed silent, giving Mark space and time. “Yes,” Mark’s shoulders slumped, “I’m not sure of all the details.”

“Was it good? Did your wife enjoy herself?” Dr. Creed asked, eyes down at his notes.

“What? No!” Mark looked angrily at the screen. He shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know. What the hell does her enjoying it have to do with anything?”

“Everything,” Dr. Creed quickly responded, “I’m trying to gauge your response to the idea. See how you react to it. Trying to determine whether you enjoy being dominated or if you enjoy the idea of seeing your wife receive pleasure from this man you’ve deemed ‘undesirable.’”

“I don’t know what it is,” Mark’s brain felt the now familiar fogginess. He was having trouble finding his footing in the conversation. “I don’t think it’s either of those. Neither really fits our situation. They don’t sound right.”

“Okay, well, how long have you had these fantasies?” Dr. Creed asked pointedly.

“I don’t…” Mark started, frustrated with where the conversation was heading. “I don’t have fantasies about my wife and Saul, okay? I’ve never thought like this. Lately, it’s just that I can’t seem to get it up unless it involves this. It’s been going on ever since Brooke got pregnant.”

“Ah,” Dr. Creed jotted something else down in his notebook, “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting about it?” Mark asked.

“Just the timing,” Dr. Creed was still busy writing, “Please continue, did anything else happen around that time? Of the pregnancy?”

Mark crossed his arms and let out a long breath, thinking about it. “Maybe,” he finally said. Mark didn’t want to admit to the way Saul had manipulated him. It was too embarrassing. He probably should talk to his therapist about it, but he wasn’t ready to open up just yet. Hell, even admitting to all of this crap so far had been a slip of his tongue that Dr. Creed had launched onto. “Around the time,” Mark looked up at the ceiling, trying to remember the sequence of events, but they still felt unclear, “Saul had confronted me with some work stuff that really pissed me off and has been pressing me ever since.”

“Hmmm-mm, I see,” Dr. Creed said, closing his notebook, “It’s starting to come together for me now.”

“Yeah?” Mark asked skeptically, “Think you can fill me in because I’m lost in all of this.”

“It’s quite simple,” Dr. Creed said, leaning forward to look into the camera, “I’ve seen this before. All of these events happening at the same time. It’s all biological and goes way back to our roots as humans and tribe dynamics.”

Mark cast a skeptical glance at the screen.

Dr. Creed continued, “You see, you said you were quite assertive at work. A go-getter. Always pushing things forward. An alpha or a type-a person. But I believe this was just a shield, protecting your real self. You are more of a beta in terms of tribe dynamics.”

Mark raised an eyebrow, but Dr. Creed didn’t stop, “You have to remember that humans are tribe animals with different social hierarchies. These are deeply wired into our brains, even in our subconscious. Often, we are not aware of them at all. When your wife became pregnant, some of these wires may have been crossed along with your work issues. So, in this instance, I believe that you regressed into a beta state, recognizing that only the alpha male of the tribe should be the one impregnating the woman to ensure the future health and strength of the tribe. With work being your tribe, you may subconsciously see this Saul figure as the alpha, which is how this fantasy was born.”

“It’s not a fantasy,” Mark corrected, mulling over Dr. Creed's words. It kind of made sense, at least from his explanation. But it didn’t feel right to Mark. It felt like looking at some puzzle pieces and trying to make a different puzzle entirely. “I’m still not sure that’s it. I’ve never looked at Saul as an alpha male. More of an annoyance that needs to be put in its place on occasion.”

“You’d be surprised,” Dr. Creed said, “Don’t forget that your hormones change during pregnancy, even the man’s. Your system was flooded with new neural chemicals, and at the same time, it was experiencing this work stress. It’s not your fault your mind and body got their wires crossed.”

“Okay….” Mark didn’t want to appear ungrateful for the theory, even if he didn’t entirely buy it. “So, what’s next then? How do I fix this?”

Dr. Creed leaned back in his chair, fingers as steeple once again. He took his time but eventually leaned in, an excited grin on his face, “I suggest two possible routes. One, you embrace this and talk with your wife about exploring this fantasy going forward. It may have taken root deeply, and you could do more damage trying to fight against it. Sometimes, you just need to go with the flow, especially if it isn’t damaging you.”

“And the second?” Mark asked, not liking the first option at all.

“You need to confront it. Experience it.” Dr. Creed said, “You mentioned you don’t know all the details about their coupling, yes? Sometimes the only way to reset the brain getting its wires crossed is new inputs. Overloading your senses so your brain knows something is wrong, and it needs to reset itself. So right now, largely, this fantasy exists in your brain. Sure, you think they may have had some rendezvous, but you haven’t seen what they’re doing. Your brain and your subconscious is fueling this fantasy, making your body react to it. But if you see it happening, your brain will process the event properly, and it may just reset things back to how they were before.”

“So you want me to watch my wife have sex with Saul?” Mark asked, skeptical of the benefit.

“Precisely,” Dr. Creed said with a strange smile on his face, “I think it may be good for you.”

Mark put his face in his hands and dragged them over his face. He could feel the stress sitting on his forehead. This wasn’t how he had hoped therapy would go. Both of these options sounded horrible. He checked his clock and saw that it was nearing the hour mark.

“Okay, I’ll think about it, “Mark lied, “I have to run to another meeting right now. We’ll talk next week, okay, doc?”

“Sure, Mark. Think about what I said. We’ll discuss it next week,” Dr. Creed said.

“Thank you. Have a great rest of your week,” Mark’s finger hovered over the red disconnect button.

“You too Mark,” Dr. Creed said with a smile before exiting the call before Mark could hang up. Mark sat in his office, staring at the black screen, feeling worse than he had when he started the call. Could this really be some primitive part of his brain getting the wrong signals? That felt wrong, but so did only getting erections when Saul was involved with his wife.

Pulling open one of his desk drawers, Mark took out a simple USB stick and held it up in front of him. He stared at it and let out a long, low breath. The USB contained the recording of his roleplay session with Brooke last night. It was just the audio, no video. He wasn’t about to make another video of his wife that could fall into someone’s hands. The memo app on his phone had been all he needed to make the recording.

He hadn’t listened to it and didn’t intend to. The last thing he wanted to do was get up and give Saul this USB, but he had no other choice. With a heavy sigh, Mark got to his feet and left his office. Each step he took felt like his feet were made of lead. Dr. Creed’s words still echoed in his head.

“Oh, hi, Mark,” Saul’s new assistant said. She was a cute, perky brunette who screamed incompetence. But Mark suspected Saul chose her for physical attributes rather than her professional capabilities. “Saul said he was expecting you,” the woman said cheerily, “He told me you had something to drop off. He told me to let you into his office and said you should leave it on his keyboard.”

“Thank you,” Mark said, putting on a fake smile. He figured she’d picked up on the insincerity of his expression, but he walked past her anyway, opening the door to Saul’s office. He scanned the room, trying to see if there was anything he could leverage to get out of this, but nothing jumped out at him. With the secretary right outside the door, going through drawers or cabinets wouldn’t be possible. His brain was trying to come up with anything, but Mark wasn’t as sharp as he used to be. His brain wasn’t working like it should. He frowned and went over to the desk.

Mark set the USB down on Saul’s keyboard with a heavy sigh. He retreated back to his office, slumped in his chair, and tried to figure out what the hell was wrong with him and what else he might do about it.

***

Brooke’s doctor told her she couldn’t do strenuous exercises while pregnant. But walking around the neighborhood at a moderate pace was fine, encouraged even, so that’s just what she was doing. Though she was a couple of months pregnant, she didn’t think she looked it.

Her stomach was still flat, and she had still fit into her athletic shorts for her midday walk. The shorts were black, flowy, and made of light plastic. They hugged her waist and went down to her upper thighs, showing plenty of shapely legs.

It had been a little awkward getting her pink sports bra on. Maybe her breasts were a little bigger than normal, but she still managed to squeeze into it before her walk. She’d have to ask Mark later if he thought they’d grown.

Brooke was thirty minutes into her walk, a light sheen of sweat coating her body under the warm sun. Britney Spears was singing in her earbuds, which helped her focus on walking and tuning out her thoughts.

She rounded a corner and saw an older man studiously washing his car. Brooke stiffened her neck and kept her eyes focused in front of her on the sidewalk, but peripherally, she couldn’t help but notice the man’s head turning, tracking her as she walked. Suddenly, she felt so exposed, with her legs and midriff showing. Her breasts felt like they were straining against her top. Her breathing quickened, and she felt a bead of sweat roll down her back.

She knew her hormones must have been going into overdrive. The suggestion that this older man was checking her out was getting her body to respond. It felt strange being so out of control. All she wanted was sex. She couldn’t help it. She turned her head to glance at the man whose face was painted with lust. He hadn’t even noticed her looking at him. His eyes focused on her body, her chest, and her ass. The hose in his hand hung limply, sputtering water onto the driveway as if he’d completely forgotten what he was doing.

Brooke probably could have turned around, marched right up his driveway and let him take her on the hood of his car. He wouldn’t have stopped her at any point. She shook her head at the idea, worried at how quickly it had occurred to her. She quickened her pace and walked out of the man’s line of sight.

The past few weeks had been so odd, almost surreal. She had been hornier than she could ever remember being in her entire life. Aching for sex. To feel Mark thrusting inside of her. But he could barely get it up for her. Something was clearly off with him as if he wasn’t attracted to her at all anymore.

That was the reason she’d taken this walk. She was trying to maintain her body to keep Mark’s interest, to make sure she wasn’t at fault somehow. She didn’t think she looked all that different during her pregnancy, and the attention from men seemed just as constant, but Mark just didn’t seem interested in the least. He never initiated sex with her anymore, and when she took it upon herself to do so, his cock would stay flaccid, frustrating both of them. It had led to at least two of the couple’s arguments, further curbing her interest in starting anything. For Mark, the subject was almost never broached.

Except when it came to Mark’s workplace rival Saul. For some reason, Mark would get hard when Saul was involved, just mentioning his name. The other night, Mark had been hard as a rock, just like he used to be. But they’d been roleplaying, and he was pretending to be Saul. And Mark had certainly gotten off to the idea of her dancing with Saul at the Christmas party and then everything that happened at the New Year's party and Saul’s visit afterward.

Brooke bit her lip as she walked, thinking over all the trysts she’d had with Saul at Mark’s insistence. The way he danced with her at the Christmas party, how they touched each other behind the curtains so close to everyone else. How the taste of his cock had boosted her own orgasm when she blew him on New Year's to the way he boldly fucked her senseless in her kitchen a few days later.

She felt so confused about all of it. She found the man so repulsive, but he knew how to fuck her so good. Made her feel things she had been craving lately that Mark didn’t want to give her and maybe couldn’t. And the man’s cock. Jesus, that cock was so fucking big. She felt herself getting wet just at the idea of how it felt inside of her, expanded into her, opened her up. The way he grabbed onto her body and fucked her until she –

Brooke almost collided with a group of boys who walked onto the sidewalk from a back alley. She had been so lost in thought about Saul’s mighty cock that she hadn’t even seen them coming. Brooke walked right into their midst.

The boys were just as surprised as she was but their faces changed as they looked her over. Surprise changing to appreciative grins and lust filled eyes. Brooke found herself between all three boys, her shoulder accidently touching one of their arms. Two of the boys were white while the other was black.

“Sorry!” a flustered Brooke said as she pushed past them. Walking away, she could still feel their eyes on her. The bare skin of her shoulder had touched one of their arms. She had been so close to their bodies that she swore she could feel the heat coming off of them. Surrounded by three different cocks…

She chanced a quick look back at them over her shoulder. They were standing in place, staring at her, grinning and laughing with one another. Probably making lewd comments about her body and the things they’d want to do with her. Two of them bumped fists, eyeing her up and down.

Brooke couldn’t stop thinking about the boys and their staring the entire way back to her house. What if they followed her back home? Came up the driveway behind her. Nothing to stop them.God, I’m thinking like such a slut.

These pregnancy hormones were really messing with her head. She turned the corner and walked back onto the familiarity of her street, hurrying her pace just in case she was being followed. She didn’t dare look over her shoulder to see if they were there.

A smile spread across her face, and she walked even faster. Mark’s car was in the driveway; he was home early from work. She knew how to relieve the tension in her body and hopefully quiet her runaway thoughts.

Mark was in the kitchen when she opened the door. Brooke made a beeline for her husband and kissed him hard. Mark responded, kissing her back before they pulled apart.

“I’m all sweaty,” she said flirtily, hoping Mark would pick up on it. “I need to go take a shower.”

“Want to join me?” Brooke put on her seductive look and eyed her husband like a piece of meat. The same way those three boys had just looked at her.

Mark’s voice caught in his throat, and the expression on his face pierced her heart. He was about to shoot her down.

“I--I can’t,” Mark’s shoulders slumped. “I have to go upstairs and finish some work before the end of the day.”

Brooke tried to stay composed. She focused her eyes on a spot on the floor in front of her husband’s feet. She didn’t want Mark to see tears forming in her eyes after being rejected yet again. What the hell was going on?

“Okay,” Brooke said, turning away. “I’m just going to go shower. We’ll make dinner after.”

“Okay, babe,” She heard Mark say from the kitchen as she ran up the stairs to the bathroom.

***

Mark felt like a real piece of shit at turning Brooke down. Maybe he should have just gotten in the shower with her, but he couldn’t start something with her again, only for his dick not to work again. It was too embarrassing for him, and he knew how much it hurt her. He needed to figure something out. A way to fix this.

His stomach started to gurgle, making alien noises. It was only a matter of time before he had an explosive run to the bathroom, another reason not to get physical with Brooke.

But he had to make a change. Maybe Dr. Creed had been onto something. Should he at least explore this fantasy a bit and see if it helped fix his limp dick issues? He left the kitchen and climbed the stairs.

The sound of the shower was apparent, even behind the locked bathroom door. Mark sighed as he passed by, knowing he had just fucked things up with Brooke. He went into his home office and sat down in front of the computer.

Double-checking that Brooke was still in the shower, Mark opened his web browser and quickly found a porn site. He navigated to the cuckold and wife-sharing section and looked through the videos. Maybe this could get him hard, and he could slide into the shower and surprise Brooke.

He turned down the volume all the way and started looking through different videos. After skipping through five videos of husbands recording their wives being taken by other men, he still wasn’t hard. Maybe he was putting too much pressure on himself, but his dick was still flaccid even though he tried stroking it. What the fuck was wrong with him?

Dr. Creed suggested exploring the fantasy, and he tried to do that. But maybe this wasn’t enough. Or maybe the doctor was full of shit.

Mark sat straight up, his eyes going wide like saucers. His stomach gurgled hard and he felt an uncomfortable feeling in his backside. He was about to shit his pants. Mark tightened his ass, clenching as much as he could, and sprint-waddled towards the door. To his horror, the bathroom Brooke was in was still locked. He knew he wasn’t going to make it to the ensuite bathroom to his room but darted down the hall towards it anyway.

 What the fuck is wrong with me?

***

Drying her hair with a towel, Brooke tried to think of anything other than Mark stone cold, turning her down before her shower. Her hormones were making her emotions a mess, and she could feel herself holding back tears. She felt frustrated, sexually pent up, and quite sad. Not a good combination. She felt like she was trapped and needed to get out and find some relief. She thought back to the man washing his car and the three boys she had almost collided with, then shook her head.

She wrapped another towel around herself, and with a deep, steadying breath, she left the bathroom. She wasn’t sure if she wanted to run into Mark and try and figure out what was going on with him or just avoid him entirely so she could sort through the jumble of thoughts in her head. Her thoughts were straying and desperate, it was not a good idea to act on them right now.

Heading to her bedroom, Brooke passed Mark’s office and was surprised to see the door ajar. When he worked from home, he almost always kept his office door closed. Brooke glanced in as she passed. He wasn’t in his office, but his screen caught her eyes. Holding the damp towel to her breast, Brooke stepped into his office and peered at the computer screen.

Anger flashed inside of her. Mark had been looking at porn. She grasped the mouse and looked through the site. Tab after tab of porn was open. All of it was labeled something like cuckold or wife sharing or wife sharing. Videos filled the screen of women getting screwed by men who presumably weren’t their husbands. In some of the videos, the husbands watched, stroking themselves as their wives were pleasured in front of them.

So he didn’t want to fuck her, but he was fine jerking it to videos of other women getting screwed. Brooke left the office with a distinct bitterness, feeling more frustrated than ever before.

***

The lighter flicked open, the light from the flame dancing on the dim walls of the building’s stairwell. Saul lowered his head, and his cigarette came to life. He took a long, slow drag from it before exhaling a cloud of bitter smoke into the air.

A sharp cough rattled out of his chest, causing Saul to lean against the wall until the fit subsided. It had been almost a whole week since he had fucked Brooke in Mark’s bed, and he couldn’t wait any longer. The sweet smell of her, how delicious she tasted, and the way her body responded to his. He needed to have her again.

The entire week, he had waited patiently for Mark to storm into the office and blow up at him. Yell at him for fucking his wife, defiling her in his home. But Mark never came. Either he didn’t know it had happened or felt too emasculated by the whole situation to lift a finger to stop him.

The USB showing up on Saul’s keyboard was the green light he needed. It contained a recording of Brooke’s sweet, innocent, sultry voice moaning his name as Mark fucked her. The most humiliating thing was that Mark had gone through with it and was even able to finish while his woman repeatedly moaned and screamed another man’s name. His name.

The smirk couldn’t be contained on Saul’s face as he sucked in a last drag from his cigarette before flicking it somewhere down the stairwell. He kept mulling over the idea of somehow getting Mark to sleep on the couch of his home while he passionately fucked Brooke upstairs. Would Mark just lie there and take it? Could he stand the sounds Saul was able to bring out of the horny woman? Saul was going to find out just where Mark’s limit was. But for now, he had something else in mind.

Saul left the secluded stairwell and navigated the darkened annex before finding his way back to the floor entry door. His eyes lingered on a few female coworkers as he passed by.I should look at Debra’s emails and see if I can find anything to leverage.

The idea of having a harem of his female co-workers suddenly felt like a distinct possibility. He pulled out his phone and opened the app he was using to sandbox Mark’s phone’s communications. So far today, Brooke and Mark weren’t exchanging their usual vomit-inducing lovey-dovey text messages. Judging by their interactions, or lack thereof, things seemed more strained, which served Saul perfectly.

He went to his office, eyes roaming over his young secretary before plopping himself behind his desk. The screen came to life, and Saul looked through Mark’s list of customers, picking out his most important accounts. He found the perfect one and with a few clicks disabled several critical services they needed for their daily operations.

This client was located a couple of hours a way. Within a few minutes a lowly IT person came into Saul’s office. Panicking, the young man told him there was an angry customer on the phone and that no matter what the young man tried, he couldn’t get their services up and running.

Well, of course not, that’s the point.

Saul chuckled internally, “It’ll probably require a manual reset,” Saul said. “Grab Mark to help smooth things over and drive out there.”

“Now?” The young man said, “It’s almost the end of the day, and it’s a holiday weekend. It’ll take a few hours to drive there. And that’s not considering the long drive back.”

“Are you prepared to tell one of Mark’s biggest customers that their business isn’t important enough to us to come out right now? Do you want to make that call?” Saul challenged, holding out his phone receiver to the man.

“No….” the young man started.

“Then get going,” Saul said dismissively, “And if Mark gives you any trouble about the trip, let him know that I insist on it.”

“Okay, sure,” the young man looked uneasy as he left Saul’s office.

Saul switched applications to the sandbox environment for Mark’s phone. He waited patiently for some activity. On the screen a prompt displayed showing Mark calling his wife.

“Nope,” Saul sneered as he didn’t let the call go through. Instead directing it to a fake voicemail box using the same outgoing message Brooke’s real one did.

Mark tried calling again, but Saul did the same thing. Then Mark typed out a message to Brooke:

“Hey babe, going to be late. Have to go smooth things over with a client out of town. I should be back home around eight or so. I’ll bring some wine home, and we can talk about what’s been going on with us.”

Saul didn’t push the message through to Brooke’s phone. Instead, he waited, watching Mark’s phone's GPS location. Eventually, it left the office and moved in the direction of the client.

“Too easy,” Saul smiled to himself as he typed up an alternate message to send to Brooke, being careful to try to use the same words Mark did:

“Hey babe, going to be late with some work stuff. I’m going to order dinner in here. I’ll get some wine, too. Come to my office around five, everyone will be gone. We can talk about what’s been going on with us.”

Three little dots appeared on the screen and then disappeared. They appeared again but just like before disappeared again. It seemed Brooke was having trouble figuring out just how to respond.

Saul typed up a simple ‘please’ and sent it.

“Okay,” Brooke responded.

As the company frequently did before a long weekend, the senior management team dismissed their staff early via email. Several of the senior managers were already gone for the day. Saul sat back in his chair, watching the office empty out. The sharp vulture-like features of his face grew more and more pronounced as each staffer passed by his open office door.

***

Brooke arrived in front of Mark’s office building just before five o’clock. She was surprised to find the parking lot almost empty. Usually, when she visited Mark, finding any open space for her car was difficult. But today, she immediately found a space directly in front of the main doors. As Mark’s wife, she knew she couldn’t just show up at the office in her sweatpants. She still looked the part - she wore a loose green sleeveless blouse with a black elastic band and form-fitting maternity jeans that she didn’t quite need yet. Professional yet still dressing to be Mark’s sexy wife.

She checked in at the security desk in the lobby, pretending to ignore the appraising looks of the two older men behind the desk. She still felt frustrated and pent up, the men’s eyes dancing over her body sent her mind to a place of arousal and she felt her body heat up.

Hopefully, she could have a frank discussion with Mark about things without his work distracting him too much, and then they could go home and vigorously relieve some of the frustration she felt. Brooke crossed the lobby and rode the elevator up to Mark’s company’s floor. When the doors opened, a darkened office complex confronted her. It seemed that everyone had gone home for the long weekend.

She tentatively stepped out of the elevator into the dimly lit hallway, feeling like she was somewhere she wasn’t supposed to be. Usually, this office was bustling, but right now it felt eerily empty.

“Hello?” Brooke said but received no response. It would have been nice if Mark had met her at the elevator or even downstairs, but lately, he hadn’t been very attentive to her needs. He was probably in his office, head down, slaving away at some stupid work project.

Brooke knew her way around her husband’s workplace well enough. She navigated the rows of cubicles until she was standing in front of Mark’s office door. The window shades were drawn, but the desk light was on. She knocked on the door before turning the knob and opening it.

Mark’s desk chair had its back to the door. As she opened it, the chair swiveled around to reveal Saul’s hefty frame, which was planted on the seat. His vulture-like face had an expression of surprise on it. It seemed he was as confused as she was.

“Brooke,” he started, “What are you doing here?”

“Where’s Mark?” Brooke was just as dismayed to see Saul, “He told me to meet him here at 5.”

“He told me the same thing,” Saul said, looking frustrated. “On a long weekend, when the rest of the office has gotten to go home already. He said he wanted to meet about something important at the end of the day. So here I am.”

Brooke peeked back from the doorframe and looked around the empty floor for her husband.

“Did you see him on the way in?” Saul asked.

“No,” Brooke said, “I didn’t see anyone.”

Brooke lingered tentatively by the doorway. Even from there, she could smell the reek of cigarette smoke wafting off of Saul. She felt herself getting wet, her panties were soaked. Her hormones seemed to be in overdrive. She felt hornier than she had in days, even considering all the male attention spurring her on lately. Being here, in front of Saul, someone she had experienced before - it was like her body just responded to him.

“Well, we can wait together,” Saul said, standing up, “Hopefully, he’ll be along shortly, and I can get out of your hair.”

“I’m sure he’ll be here any minute,” Brooke stepped into the office and leaned against Mark’s small couch tucked against the wall.

Saul walked to the door and stuck his head out, looking at the empty office, “Unless…” he said expectantly.

“Unless what?” Brooke said.

Saul shut the door and turned around to face her, “...unless he’s setting us up again. Using me for this weird fantasy of yours.”

“It’s….it’s not my fantasy,” Brooke said, “And I don’t think he’s using you. You seemed positively eager the last time we...” She gave him a slight, hopeful grin.

Catching her meaning, he replied, “Well, it does have its perks,” Saul chuckled, stepping closer to her. Brooke crossed her arms, trying to conceal how fast she was breathing. “Have you thought about me?”

“No,” Brooke lied, not meeting his gaze, trying to keep herself under control. Mark would be here any minute, and he would clear this whole thing u—

Saul, seeing her eyes cast downward, slowly unbuckled his belt and zipped down his fly. His pants fell as he reached into his tight white underwear and pulled out his girthy cock, pointing it at her.

“What about this?” Saul said softly. “Have you thought about this?”

Brooke just stared at it, eyes widened, unable to find the words. She had been thinking about this piece of flesh non-stop for days. Having this hard cock in front of her. God, he was already completely erect for her. Her husband couldn’t even get it up when she had her mouth wrapped around it.

“I still can’t believe I got to fuck you. That you sucked this cock. Especially after the way you slapped me at the Christmas party last year.” Saul spoke almost in a whisper, and then he chuckled.

“Because you were being a fucking creep and a pervert,” Brooke said, still staring at his huge cock.

Saul held her chin between his thumb and index finger, lifting her gaze to his eyes, “I’m still a creep and a massive pervert,” Saul stepped up to her, pushing his hardened cock against the crotch of her jeans. “You’re the one who’s changed.”

Then he dipped his head slightly and kissed her waiting lips hard. Brooke knew it was coming, but it still shocked her, an electric surge pulsing through her. Her body responded faster than her brain did, arms thrown over his shoulders as she kissed him back and moaned. His tongue snaked its way into her mouth.

The taste of the foul cigarettes on his tongue only served to magnify her body’s response. She felt Saul’s hands roughly grabbing at where her body curved, running all over her clothes. His greasy hands grabbed her ass, pulling her crotch hard against his throbbing cock. Brooke stopped kissing him for a moment and took in a sharp breath, feeling the hard rod she had been waiting for pressing against her. Saul didn’t stop, continuing to lick and kiss her lips, pushing his tongue back into her mouth. Then he dropped down and sucked at her neck under her ear.

Her mind raced, and she was surprised that her hands were roaming his body, pulling hard on his back. She felt the soft rolls of fat and the lack of muscle tone, but in that moment, none of it mattered. All that mattered was that she knew what was coming next, and she needed it.

Saul abruptly broke the kiss. With her eyes still shut, Brooke leaned her head forward, searching for Saul’s. She opened her eyes and saw his predatory-looking face staring back at her, inches away. His beady eyes, pockmarked face, and beak-like nose inches from her. She knew he was an objectively ugly man, but at that moment, she couldn’t help but feel turned on by his unsightly features. He stared at her hard, desire and lust painted across his face, radiating from his body. His hands traced up her waist and found the bottom of her flowing green blouse. Without breaking eye contact, he pulled it up over her head, revealing a lacy dark green bra doing an admirable job of holding up her spectacular, heavy breasts. The blouse was pulled from her head, her brown locks of hair falling down, perfectly arranged on her bare shoulders before Saul roughly discarded her top.

On instinct, Brooke’s hand reached out and gripped the shaft of Saul’s cock and started stroking it. She closed her eyes for a brief moment, reveling in the feeling of his powerful cock in her hand. Its heat was a comforting presence as she surrendered to her consuming lust.

“Good girl,” Saul said salaciously as Brooke opened up her eyes. He put a hand on the top of her head and applied the lightest pressure downward, a suggestion that she might want to kneel. Brooke’s body seemed to understand him before her mind did, knees buckling as she lowered herself down in front of him.

“Now give it a kiss,” Saul said, “And show me how much you love a creep like me.”

Brooke’s eyes didn’t leave Saul’s as her knees touched the carpeted floor of Mark’s office. She licked her lips and finally turned her attention to Saul’s cock right in front of her.

“Jesus,” she half moaned, stroking it, “It’s so fucking hard.”

“Markie still having trouble getting it up lately?” Saul sneered, “Don’t worry Brooke. I’ll give you all the loving you’ve been missing out on.”

Saul thrust his hips forward, his heated cock sliding across Brooke’s cheek, hitting her ear. Her lips pressed against the base of his cock, she was startled by the contact, but she planted a gentle kiss. Then another as she retook hold of his turgid cock. She planted kisses up his shaft until she reached its ugly, purple, bulbous, meaty head.

Brooke just moaned in response, feeling Saul’s heartbeat in her palm, blood pumping through the twisty veins running up and down his shaft. All she could think about was the cock in front of her. She opened her mouth and leaned forward, slowly taking in Saul’s massive appendage.

Her lips stretched around Saul’s cock as more and more of it disappeared into her mouth. Her saliva coated it as her tongue tasted the bitter underside of his cock. She moaned at the feeling of having a hard cock in her mouth again. Brooke sucked it lovingly, stroking his shaft with abandon. She could feel the dampness in her panties more intensely now that they were exposed to the cooled air of her husband’s office. Her body was ready to give in to the relief from all the frustration she’d felt from the unrelenting male gaze over the past several days.

Saul wanted to grab onto both sides of her face and fuck the shit out of her mouth but held himself back. There was something more fulfilling about letting Mark’s wife slowly and sensually suck him off of her own accord. The tender way she planted kisses up his shaft and stroked him. It was almost loving in nature, obviously something she’d previously only reserved for her husband.

“God, Brooke,” Saul moaned, “That feels so amazing. If I were your husband, I’d have you do this every day.”

“You’re so hard,” Brooke moaned, taking his cock out of her mouth to admire its size. “I’d love to have this every day.”

“I’m sure Mark wouldn’t mind,” Saul said, reveling in the firm grip of Brooke’s hand on his cock. “He’d probably love seeing you on your knees with your lips wrapped around my cock. Hell, he’s probably somewhere right now watching this.”

“You think?” Brooke took a moment to look around. The office’s window blinds were closed, and she couldn’t see anything that might be watching them in the office.

“Definitely,” Saul said, “Probably just too scared to watch in person. Maybe there’s a camera in here or something. He wants to watch his wife get defiled by his perverted co-worker.”

Brooke’s body shuddered, “That’s so fucked up.” As if to test the theory, Brooke extended her tongue and slowly swirled it around the quivering cockhead, taking extra time to savor the taste of him.

“But you’re loving it,” Saul said, “After I danced with you at that Christmas party the first time, I bet Mark took you home and fucked you so hard thinking about me up against you. He had probably been dreaming of this happening again.”

“Mhhhmmmmm,” Brooke moaned around Saul’s cock. Mark’s fantasy had certainly unlocked something wild in her. Perhaps it was the permission to give in and be bad. But right now, she didn’t really care about what Mark wanted. All she wanted was what was right in front of her.

“Ughhhh,” Brooke moaned, licking uncontrollably up and down Saul’s shaft, “Stop, mmm, stop talking about Mark.”

“Heh,” Saul grinned, “You got it, Brooke. Oooh, keep sucking me like that, my, uh, my little slut.”

Brooke’s tongue began dancing over Saul’s fragrant nuts before she pulled back, looking up at him with a fire in her eyes, “I’m not a slut.”

“No, huh? Are you sure?” Saul said, “You’re on your knees in your husband’s office, sucking the cock of a guy you just called a creep and a pervert.”

Brooke was about to respond to that, but Saul pulled her forward, his balls again pressing into her mouth. She couldn’t help but suck on each of them as his graying pubic hair ran over her face.

“It’s okay,” Saul said, “I know you’re not a real slut. You’re just my personal one now.” There was a dim look of satisfaction on his face; he was in heaven.

He moved his hips up and down, running his old balls around Brooke’s face. Her tongue lashed out, licking his ballsack. Coarse, fetid pubic hair matting to her tongue as she did. When she found exposed skin, she would suck at the area, tentatively tasting it. She didn’t even notice herself moaning as she began enthusiastically slobbering all over Saul’s hanging nutsack.

Saul let go of Brooke’s head, but she didn’t let up. She worked his shaft with her hand while feasting on his wrinkled scrotum, seemingly not able to get enough of it. She licked, slurped and moaned, “Mhmmhmmmmhmmmm.”

Brooke licked thoroughly over every inch of Saul’s swaying balls. He saw her free hand roaming over her ample chest, touching her bared breasts inattentively over her bra. She was gyrating her hips back and forth, too. He knew that meant she was ready for him to fuck her.

The pregnant woman was in a reverie, her mind already back in her kitchen from the previous week. Existing in the moment when this amazing cock had rearranged everything she’d understood sex to be. Her body was already way ahead of her, hips rolling, her pussy changing itself, preparing to accommodate Saul’s swollen dick. Brooke licked up the older man’s balls before encountering his expanding shaft. She paused while stroking him, her dainty hand opening just enough to allow her tongue to pass by as she licked up the length of the broad shaft she cradled. Her tongue swirled and whipped excitedly around the head of his cock, tasting his salty precum as she went to dive back down on his cock.

Saul stopped her with half of him in her mouth, pulling his dripping cock away. Her mouth and eyes followed it until he spoke. “No,” Saul held her free hand and pulled her to her feet. His piercing gaze met her eyes as they struggled to focus out of her lust-filled haze. “I can see it in your eyes. You need to feel this inside of you.”

Brooke didn’t disagree, nodding her head slowly, her hand still actively kneading Saul’s bulging cock. She started to stroke him faster while urging him closer, her tongue resting on her bottom lip. Saul’s lips mashed into hers, and he fumbled, awkwardly stepping out of his unironed pants. Saul’s cigarette-tinged tongue pushed into her mouth, and she felt the aching need to have him in her very bones. Brooke’s hands eagerly pulled up his shirt, revealing his flabby frame. Saul was working on her waistband as his tongue danced with hers, moving them both over towards Mark’s desk.

Brooke’s bubble butt pressed up against Mark’s desk as Saul continued to press himself forward, noisily shaking the desk’s contents. Saul’s lips left Brooke’s as he licked and kissed down her neck, which she arched to allow him more access. His face traveled further down, his hands groping her luscious breasts as his face disappeared between them, licking and kissing every inch that wasn’t covered by her lacy green bra.

He continued his journey south, his hands pulling down her tight-fitted pants as he went. Soon Brooke was left standing in her husband’s office wearing nothing but her lacy, dark green bra and panties. Saul’s eyes went wild at the gorgeous sight, eager to desecrate Mark’s office by fucking his wife on the altar of his desk.

“You’re mine,” Saul snarled, moving into Brooke’s waiting embrace. He lifted her ass up onto the sturdy wooden desk, pressing his cock hard against the gauzy veil covering her pussy.

“Fuck,” Brooke moaned, feeling Saul’s disgusting hard cock press up against her. She’d been waiting for this. To be taken by someone who just wanted her, no games or roleplay. Someone who could get hard just by looking at her. Letting her know that she was still sexy, that her body was still worth lusting after.

“Soon,” Saul said before his lips melded back onto hers, filling the empty office with the sounds of their lips and tongues battling one another, her breathy sighs muted as she pawed at him.

“God, I’ve been thinking about you,” Saul croaked, biting her bottom lip, “You’ve kept me waiting too fucking long.”

“Uhhhhh, Saul,” Brooke moaned as his tongue lashed fiercely at her bared neck. His hands were suddenly on her shoulders, lowering the straps of her bra before snaking around and expertly unclasping it.

“Let me see you,” Saul said, letting go of the lingerie. Brooke stared back at him with lust-filled eyes and eagerly removed the bra, tossing it onto the floor of Mark’s office. Saul looked down hungrily at Brooke’s naked breasts, flushed and heaving in anticipation before him.

“Fuck, yes,” Saul said.

They were unblemished and perfect, maybe even a little larger than he remembered. He couldn’t help himself. His head dove back in between them, feasting on her newly naked flesh. His mouth found the nipple of one breast, taking it in and sucking on it harshly. His tongue alternating between making circles around the hardened nub and flicking at it.

Brooke felt like she was on the edge of a chasm and wanted to dive in deep. Her hands wound through Saul’s thinning hair to the back of his head and pulled him into her chest, not wanting him to stop tantalizing her with his tongue. His mouth felt fantastic, and she wanted more of it. His hard cock was still pressed against her pussy through her panties. But she was aching to feel him without any barrier.

Saul’s hips were already thrusting against her, and Brooke’s body responded in kind. She used Mark’s desk for leverage as she pushed back against him. Her slender, tanned legs locked behind his flabby ass as she tried to pull him deeper against her, his full cockhead jamming against the fabric of her underwear.

“What do you want, Brooke?” Saul said while slobbering over her chest. He worked his way up her neck and licked over her cheek before pulling back and staring into her fiery eyes, “Tell me what you want.”

“You know what I want,” Brooke fired back.

“I want to hear you say it,” Saul raised his eyebrows, his ugly features turning into a wicked smile, “I want to hear exactly what you want from those sweet lips of yours.”

Brooke stared at him for several seconds, her breasts rising and falling in time with her increasingly haggard breathing. She leaned forward and pushed her tongue deeply into the ugly man’s mouth, kissing him in a way she hoped told him the truth of what she said next. “You. Saul. I want you to fuck me right here in my husband’s office.”

“Good girl,” Saul sneered, clasping both sides of her dark green panties in his pudgy fingers. He pulled at both sides, away from her body until the material gave way. The panties ripped off her body in tatters, exposing her unprotected sex to her husband’s work nemesis.

Brooke gasped at her panties being torn, eyes wide. Unsure how to react to the expensive clothing being no more. Turned on by Saul’s brazen act and his reckless strength, her legs, locked around him, urged him forward, his bucking as his bare cock was now ominously sliding up and now her glistening wet slit.

Saul looked at her with a shit-eating grin, “I told you there’d be a next time.” Then he bent his knees and bucked his hips forward. He looked up, expecting his cock to be engulfed by the buttery tightness of her pussy, but amazingly he couldn’t push it forward. Brooke was looking down, too, confused about the delay, pulling her knees back to open herself. Saul leaned back and looked down at where they were joined, his cock an angry red shade, looking larger to him than he could ever remember. He’d gotten so excited that the head of his cock was simply bigger than Brooke’s opening. Saul smiled when he realized and leaned forward again.

“Brooke, you’ve made me wait too long. You need to open up. Is it too big for you?

The horny wife heard his words, and it triggered a reaction inside her. Fluids leaked from her pussy to aid his invasion. Saul reared back and pushed forward again, his ugly, purplish cockhead quickly finding Brooke’s wet and waiting hole, sliding into it snugly. Brooke groaned as she felt the familiar sensation of her body stretching itself to accommodate Saul’s massive sex organ.

“Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,” Brooke’s eyes closed as she clutched tightly onto Saul’s back. “Mmmhmmmhmmmmmm. Ahhhhuhhhhhhh.”

“So sweet,” Saul muttered, “You still smell like strawberries.”

“Shhhhh,” Brooke tried to quiet him. She held Saul tightly against her, his face pushed into her chest. She closed her eyes and reveled in the feeling of his cock slowly penetrating her, still not fully inside her. If she focused on the feeling and closed her eyes she could almost imagine she was with someone other than him. Anyone but him. But the rank stench of cigarettes kept pulling her back to reality.

“No,” Saul said, pulling his head up from her chest. He held her chin with one hand as his cock finally bottomed out in her. She gasped, remembering that this was only the beginning of what Saul could make her feel. “Open your eyes.”

Reluctantly, Brooke opened her eyes and looked up at Saul’s ugly features watching her, waiting..

“Don’t shush me,” He said. Saul slid his cock almost all the way out of her before roughly slamming it back into her, “Look at me. Don’t try to, nngg, pretend I’m someone else. I want you to, uuhh, to fucking KNOW who’s fucking you better than you’ve ever had, had it before.”

Brooke stared back at him in a lust-filled stupor. Her eyes roamed over all of his sharp, unpleasant features.

“Who fucks you the best? Huh?” Saul thrust into her again, emphasizing his question. “Who gives it to you the best?”

Before Brooke could even realize it, the words, “You do.” fell out of her mouth.

“Fuck,” Brooke’s body responded to the admission by thrusting back faster onto him. The legs of Mark’s desk squealed as it shifted from its original place. “You do, Saul. You fuck me so good. So, OH, so ffffucking deep.”

Saul was about to say something mocking about Mark but Brooke pulled him down onto top of her as she laid back onto Mark’s desk. Her head now resting on his keyboard as Saul continued to hump against her. His cock now easily slid in and out of her. His face was buried in her chest again, and he took full advantage of his position, licking and sucking every inch of her succulent tits he could find.

The new angle prompted Saul’s beefy cock to run up and down against her g-spot and other incredibly sensitive areas. Finally, she knew it was about to arrive. She felt what she had been craving these past few days. Her impending orgasm was coming quickly, and she would do anything to see it through.

“Fuck me Saul,” Brooke squealed, “Don’t stop fucking me. Please. Please. PLEASE. Ah ahhh, ooohhHHH, PLEASE.”

“Uhh yeah,” Saul grunted, pushing himself back up to a standing position. Brooke’s hands reached down, bracing herself against his fat stomach, causing her jiggling breasts to mash together.

“Saul. Saul. Ohhhh. Mhmmmm Saul. Please. Please. Uhhhhh. God,” Brooke continued to moan deliriously as her husband’s work rival continued to power fuck her raw. Saul stared down at the most beautiful sight he had ever seen, Brooke on her back on Mark’s desk, breasts shaking and mashed together, her face contorting at her impending release as he slid his bare cock in and out of her.

“You gonna cum for me Brooke?” Saul panted. He felt winded already. He knew his smoking habit was catching up with him. “Cum on my cock, Brooke. Do it. Don’t hold back. Cum on this fffat ffffucking cock!

“FUCCCKKK,” Brooke screamed. Anyone outside the office door would have heard her. “UHHHHHHMYGODDDDD-YESSS-SAAAUL!”

Orgasmic bliss washed over Brooke’s body, immediately relieving days of pent-up frustration. Everything else didn’t matter. All that mattered was Saul, and his big fucking cock wedged inside of her. Her pussy exploded in a fireworks display of pleasure. Every nerve in her body felt alight, and her vision blurred. Saul didn’t change his pace, continuing to fuck her as a powerful orgasm washed over and through her body. Her muscles tensed, and she held her breath, her pussy clenching onto Saul’s cock, not willing or able to let it go.

“MHMMMMMMMMMMMMMMYEESSSSSSSS,” Brooke wailed. She finally breathed and felt her muscles groan in protest. She laid there, still, letting that post-orgasmic bliss wash over her, still basking in the afterglow of a thunderous orgasm.

Saul felt sweat dripping off his forehead and down the nape of his back. He was breathing harder than Brooke. He could feel his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. If only he were younger and in better shape.

Reluctantly, Saul let go of Brooke and slid himself out of her. Brooke whined in protest as Saul stumbled backward and sat down on the office’s couch. “Come here,” He grunted impatiently.

Confused and disappointed at the lack of cock inside of her, Brooke got up on her elbows and looked at Saul, her own spread legs framing her view. His ugly frame was sitting on the couch, stroking his massive cock. His vulture-like features stared at her hungrily.

This was her moment. She turned her gaze to the door and then back to Saul. She’d had her big, powerful orgasm. She could leave and contact Mark to try to make things right. Or she could stay and keep fucking Saul till he was finished. And hopefully, get another powerful orgasm out of it herself.

Brooke slid off the desk, her eyes darting between the door and Saul. His big cock, his ugly face, and his grotesque body. Her feet took a tentative step in the door’s direction before she realized it. She hadn’t been this pent-up and frustrated, only to be satisfied with one orgasm.

With a mischievous smile, Brooke sultrily walked over to where Saul was seated. Saul stared in amazement at this goddess of a woman standing before him. She had the body of a Victoria’s Secret model and the face of the girl next door. Her long, toned legs moved to kneel on either side of his as she stared down at him, no discernable expression on her face.

Without saying a word, Brooke reached down and grabbed hold of Saul’s thick shaft and held it upward, pointing directly at her waiting pussy. She stared at him hard as she lowered herself down onto it. She closed her eyes for a moment, adjusting to accommodate his size. With a sharp intake of breath, he was fully buried inside of her again.

“Oh, fuuuck,” Saul groaned as he felt her pussy wrap tightly around his shaft.

“Feel good?” Brooke asked as she pulled his hands up to her breasts. She pushed her erect nipples into his calloused hands.

“So fucking good,” Saul encouraged. “Not only are you sexy, but you know how to fuck. My kind of woman. Go on, ride me.”

Brooke moved her hips back and forth on Saul’s cock, loving the feeling of being in control, dictating their pace. She smiled sheepishly at his comment but didn’t say anything.

“What?” Saul said, noticing her grin, staring up at her, his hands actively groping her breasts hard, rolling her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers, causing her chest to thrust out further.

“I’m, I’m not your woman,” Brooke breathed. She put her hands on his shoulders for leverage as she got serious about giving herself another orgasm.

“Are you sure about that?” Saul chuckled, still breathing hard. “I’m the one inside you right now, not your husband. And I’m the one you can’t stop thinking about.”

“Uhh, shut up, Saul,” Brooke said, “Don’t ruin this. Just enjoy it, enjoy it for what it is.”

“I don’t like being the toy in your fantasy with Mark,” Saul said, sharply raising his hips off the couch, thrusting his cock deeply into Brooke. She gasped, feeling the club-like cock inside of her press unyieldingly into her sensitive areas. “I like fucking you on my terms. As much as you don’t want to admit it, you’re my woman now.”

“There are things more important than good sex,” she challenged back, thrusting down onto his cock, pinning his hips in place. “Like marriage and family. No matter how well you fuck me, Mark will always beat you at that.”

“So if I’m understanding, hrrnng, what you’re saying, if I were the one that knocked you up, you’d be all mine?” Saul smiled evilly.

“Don’t even joke about that,” Brooke reveled in the feeling of Saul’s cock deep inside of her, his calloused hands mauling her breasts. She didn’t want to even think about her unborn child at a time like this.

“I’d love to knock you up,” Saul said. “Slide into you unprotected and cum inside you. I think you’d like that. Knowing someone other than Mark was going to get you pregnant.”

“Stop,” Brooke moaned. She closed her eyes, trying not to let the idea take root in her head. It was already fucked up enough that she was fucking Mark’s nemesis in her husband's office. Fucked up that her husband seemed to want all of this. What would he think about what Saul was saying? With the way he was behaving lately, there was a chance he might be into it, “So fucked up and just wrong.”

She’d loved her baby-making sessions with Mark and remembered them fondly. There had been something so primitive and intimate about them. But now her mind was out of control. Maybe it was the hormones from pregnancy or maybe it was the pheromones from this sex session but now her mind kept drifting to a baby-making session with Saul. It was not right. What was even more depraved was how much she found herself getting into it.

“Then why are you fucking me faster now?” Saul said, lowering his hands to cup her perfect bubble butt as she thrashed wildly on top of him. Brooke opened her unfocused eyes and looked down at Saul’s ugly bird-tinged features. The idea of someone like that knocking her up. So fucked up Brooke.

The more the idea repulsed her, the more turned on she got by it.

She felt another orgasm begin to rise up inside of her. Instead of pushing the idea away, she let it invade her brain, helping to stoke the fire beginning to rage inside of her.

“What if it was me?” Saul was thrusting up off the couch to meet her pace. They were fucking in a frenzy. Each of them fucking the other for all they were worth. Brooke’s face was flush. Sweat was dripping down her body as she fucked Saul into the couch. The windows in the room were beginning to fog up, Brooke’s hair was beginning to frizz, and the humidity was working on it. “Tell me you’re not thinking about it,” Saul said, “Tell me you’re not thinking about me unleashing my seed inside of you and knocking you up.”

Brooke opened her eyes again, looking down at the ugly man, “Fuck Saul. This is wrong, so fucking fucked up.”

“I knew you’d love it,” Saul sneered. He jerked forward violently, his fat frame coming off the couch as he started to devour and suckle at Brooke’s breasts with his stubble-ringed mouth. Brooke held onto the shapeless mass of his body tightly as they both fucked each other, her fingernails digging into the base of his skull.

“I, hhh, I heard Dave joking with Mark,” Saul panted, beginning to feel his balls tighten, “That Mark knocked you up at his Halloween party. Fucked you good.”

Flashes of that night spilled into Brooke’s head as Saul ruthlessly fucked her. The drunken, weed-tinged buzz she’d felt all evening. The pleasure that radiated from that night in a strange bedroom. It was beginning to be too much. The idea of Saul knocking her up. The way he was fucking her like a madman right now and the way her body was responding to him and driving her back down onto his cock. She couldn’t hold back any longer. Brooke was about to explode.

“What if I was there? Can you imagine it being me there instead of your husband?” Saul felt his balls tighten, “Me in that costume putting that baby inside of you?”

“SHIT, FUUUCK,” Brooke screamed as she came incredibly hard on Saul’s cock. Pleasure dripping and raking over every nerve fiber inside of her. She felt lightheaded, but her body was in control. Her pussy gripped Saul’s cock tightly, milking it. Wanting to take in his seed.

“BROOKE,” Saul roared as he felt his balls untighten and a torrent of cum ejaculated out of his cock into Brooke’s waiting pussy. He clenched his teeth, “TAKE IT.”

Feeling the geyser of cum erupt inside of her sent Brooke’s orgasm crescendoing up, breaking another plateau of pleasure she didn’t realize was possible. She felt weightless, entirely suspended in a single moment of bliss. Her body rocked her back to reality as wave after wave of incandescent pleasure washed over her. She had never felt this fulfilled, so complete. Saul’s cum washed over her insides as his cock continued to throb inside of her, emitting pure shots of liquid pleasure inside of her.

As they came together, Saul grabbed her roughly by the back of her head, pulling her lips down to his. Brooke didn’t hesitate in opening her mouth to his invading tongue, reciprocating, kissing him back, trying to kiss him harder than she was receiving, both of their tongues battling with one another. The disgusting taste of cigarettes filled her mouth, making her melt into him more.

Eventually, they broke their sloppily intense kiss, and their bodies slowed down. The waves of pleasure receded from Brooke’s body. Saul’s balls felt completely drained. They stayed connected, foreheads resting against one another, breathing hard into each other’s faces.

Brooke came back to reality first. She pushed herself off Saul and immediately felt his large load of cum begin to ooze out of her, down her leg. She didn’t react in time, and it globbed onto the couch and the carpet as she stood up. She looked around, wondering whether Mark was watching and had seen how far she’d let herself go at the end.

Wanting to clean herself up, Brooke grabbed her purse and clothing and hurried off to the bathroom. Humiliated at rushing through the darkened corridors of Mark’s floor half naked.

Saul just sat back on the couch with a satisfied grin on his ugly face, “Definitely doing that again.”

***

Brooke walked across the parking lot toward her car after her steamy encounter with Saul in Mark’s office. Just as she was about to open the door, someone shouted her name behind her.

“Brooke!” Saul wheezed as he rushed to come up behind her.

Brooke knew she couldn’t think straight right now. She looked around, hoping to see Mark’s car, but the lot was deserted except for a few scattered cars.

“I need to get home,” Brooke said, “Mark’ll probably be waiting for me.”

“I just checked,” Saul said, “I think he’s out onsite with a client.”

Brooke rummaged through her purse, finding her phone and opening the app. Sure enough there was a message from Mark saying he’d be home late night.

“Why the hell didn’t he tell me before?” Brooke admonished. “Why’d he lie and tell me to meet him here?”

“I think it’s obvious,” Saul said, closing the already small gap between them. “He knows he hasn’t been giving you what you need and wants me to help.”

“I don’t know,” Brooke said, turning to open her car door. Saul reached past her and gently touched the door, preventing her from fully opening it enough to get in. She slowly turned around to look at her husband’s vulpine coworker.

“Leaving without a kiss?” Saul asked.

Brooke bit her lip, her gaze darting between his beady eyes and fat lips. Saul moved closer, pinning her against the car with his body, his lips less than an inch from hers. He held them at that distance, wanting her to make the first move.

Brooke leaned in and kissed him softly and gently. His tongue grazed her lips, hers responding in kind. Slowly, their kiss grew more passionate, neither of them wanting to break it. Lips and tongues mingled with abandon.

She knew the security guys were still behind their desks in the lobby, likely watching everything on their monitors, but she couldn’t stop herself. She just felt an electrical connection that she couldn’t explain—a connection to this repulsive man in front of her.

Saul broke the kiss and stood up, releasing her from being pinned against the car. Brooke’s eyes stayed closed for a few seconds, still lingering on the sensation of being kissed like that. When she opened her eyes and breathlessly looked at Saul, he said, “Let’s go.”

“What?” Brooke asked, “What do you mean?”

He thumbed over his shoulder. Brooke followed his gesture to see the beat-up sedan across the lot.

“Mark’s working late. We’ll grab dinner on the way to my place. I’ll drop you back here after,” Saul said. Without waiting for a reply, he turned and walked in the direction of his car.

Brooke leaned against the closed door, watching Saul go. Nothing about this made sense. She shouldn’t feel so attracted to him. She knew the word ‘after’ implied exactly what she thought it did. She could open her car door, get in, and drive away right now. She steeled herself, her mind racing at the possibilities the night could have in store for her.

With one final look around the parking lot, Brooke followed Saul to his car.

***

Brooke was upstairs already asleep by the time Mark got back from his client’s office. It wasn’t that late but she was apparently tired. Pregnancy did that. That or she was avoiding him.

Mark leaned forward and put his head against the cool stainless steel of the fridge, and sighed. Life felt like a mess. Just a few months ago, he was on top of the world, ready to wrestle it down and take what he wanted.

Now, he felt like a shadow of his former self. Slipping at work, letting Saul dominate his day. Things with Brooke felt strained, and Mark couldn’t even think straight, let alone keep his bowels under control.

He was barely hanging on. His life felt like it was on autopilot and was going to crash into the ground. Mark opened the fridge and looked over its contents, pulling things out to make lunch for tomorrow. He laid out items to make a sandwich on the counter, not feeling like making anything more extravagant than that.

When he was done, the last thing he needed to do to prepare for tomorrow was pack his protein powder and workout equipment. He knelt down to open the cabinet containing the chocolate protein powder and sighed.

What’s the point? Working out was one of the last productive things he still had control over. But even these last few weeks, his workouts had been abysmal, almost embarrassing. He didn’t have the drive to push through plateaus and keep progressing. More than once he almost shit his pants in the middle of the gym thanks to his unreliable stomach.

Mark closed the cabinet door. He didn’t feel like waking up early to workout anymore. Maybe if he got himself back on track, he’d go back to it and drink his shakes regularly. But right now, he didn’t see the point.

***

Sipping a glass of whisky on the rocks, Dr. Malin Creed reviewed his week's patient notes. There were a few boring clients that he would need to fire. None of them would help further his agenda.

That was the problem with his position: He never knew what kind of patients would walk through his door. He needed to find a way to be more proactive and selective with the clients he took on.

His eyes lingered on Mark’s notes. Ah, now there is something I can sink my teeth into.

Mark was so unsure of himself, not understanding what was happening to him. The perfect candidate to be molded into a direction Malin wanted. A few nudges here and a few ideas planted there – and Mark wouldn’t even realize what he was doing.

Malin’s eyes flicked to the clock on his desk. He stood up, locked up his files, and left the office. It was almost time to go meet with other members of The Circle. They would no doubt find Mark’s case quite amusing.